every day. this is ridiculous.
conserving money? energy?
no. it just makes me want to fix the car and drive every day, everywhere.
ps. cuddling up (pushing me with your bum) does not make me want to move into the middle of the bus where there are no doors and just more bums to push me around with.
I DO NOT WANT YOUR PARTS ON MY PARTS. thanks anyway.
Vancouver: Fun.
Travelling home: 6 hours. (Car broken)
Work: Extremely busy.
Friday night anticipation: Blissful.
Friday night actually: Dog barf clean-up x 48 = Nearly no sleep.
Saturday morning, 4:30am: Mini break-down. Call to Mom.
Saturday morning, 9:00am: Veterinarian. Canine antibiotics.
Saturday late morning to afternoon: Dog barf clean-up x 23 = Things are looking up.
Saturday evening: Period. Canine cough-suppressant. Clean house. Wine.
This is gus checking out his new fence.
This is gus having free run of the backyard.
This is gus saying thanks.
When the clerk asked the man in front of me how his day was going he said:
"Well I woke up today. That was nice."
Then he bought two lottery tickets.
Coworker 1: "You're looking colourful today."
Jade: "Oh really? Thanks."
Coworker 1: "Yes, you're wearing something that isn't black... oh but
you've got a black shirt on underneath. Ha Ha."
Jade: "Do I wear black a lot?"
Coworker 1: [Laughs, then chuckles out a "yes".]
Coworker 2: "You look nice and bright today."
You want to know what colour I was wearing? Grey.
I'm officially the quiet goth chick at work who wears all black and smokes cigarettes while complaining about the state of the world.
P.S. This is my halloween costume, not what I wear to work everyday.
We went to the Xavier Rudd concert at the Royal Theatre last night. I thought I would have a good enough time, but that furry little man was great.
The whole theatre was totally into it. He invited a huge group of people to come up and dance on stage.
We were on the balcony, which was wobbling ferociously. There was a cute round-bellied pregnant lady shaking it right beside me.
I only wish that we were outside. It was a bit clausterphobic and I wanted to dance.
Am I making myself busy or am I just busy?
Are all the projects real projects? Or did I make them up?
Sure, now the house is painted but the weekend is over and I have a paint headache.
Ted is killing the mould in the bathroom that has collected for a while from the previous inhabitants. It was making us sick. My turquoise hallway is in the foreground. The bathroom ended up being a mustardy-green pea sort of colour.
Last week I wished for non-sweetened naturally-flavoured water. Yesterday my wish came true. It was pretty good and wasn't sickly sweet like most cold beverages out there. After paying $3.49 for it, I decided there's nothing wrong with hitting my water with a little essential oil. I'll have to do some research to find the right one.
We watched the fireworks yesterday from a fantastic patio on top of MEC. The city looked beautiful and I didn't feel so much like we were being over-developed. I could still see over most of the buildings.
My work is the building behind the McPerson Playhouse.
