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[07 Dec 2009|12:16pm] |
Friday was movies, Spanish wine, and fancy cheese. Saturday was pizza, tv, and puzzles. Sunday was Hooters & Lego.
These are the days of our lives.
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[02 Dec 2009|03:00am] |
Justin & I went with a friend of ours to a Spanish restaurant downtown. We got delicious tapas and drank tinto, which I forgot was delicious. We used to sit outside and drink it in Spain all the time; wondering the point of ever doing anything else.
Justin and Selena split a huge dish of Paella, complete with whole shrimp that stared at me with beady eyes and unnerved me. I ate some sort of rabbit. It came served sans face.
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[26 Nov 2009|01:02am] |
Justin came home about a week ago. When I picked him up he was wearing a peach dress shirt with a purple tie; both of which accented his farmer's tan nicely. I haven't posted any updates since nothing really earth shattering has happened since his homecoming (except this one orgasm he gave me his first day back. Sh-bang). We mostly did that thing where we lay in bed all weekend enjoying each other. Best days.
We saw Twilight opening weekend. I saved him face by pretending I was making him be there, but in truth he was just as into the books as I was. He's Team Jacob, btw.
Tuesday was a dreary, rainy, horrible European day, and in a fit of boredom we went to Toys R Us to scour for puzzles and games and lego sets. Yes, like children. To juxtapose this, today we went to a volvo dealership and purchased a luxury sedan. Yes, like adults. It was all a little serious, so we went downtown to the Christmas market and drank hot flavoured German wine and then came home, snuggled, and watched Pixar's 'Up'. I made a pizza. I'll be doing some intense cook-fu tommorrow, so I thought it best to stay away from anything too high-technical tonight.
It was 15 degrees here today, so, not that I'm complaining, but wtf? This is milder than our late-August trip to Canada.
Also:
lol, Germany.
Bread Dudes.
America Thanksgiving tommorrow. PIE.
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[19 Nov 2009|02:06pm] |
Yesterday I cruised the Autobahn in 2010 Volvos, Mercedes, BMW...
Just another day in the life.
I think we're gonna go Volvo s40 T5 AWD. (TURBO!!!). $29k & change, fully loaded (factory pricing because we're military :D). Down the line, right before we leave, I think I'd also like to get either a Mazda XC 90 (in Dolphin Grey) so that I can tote the kids to Hockey practice in style. I'm also obsessed with the Mercedes A class, which i'm crossing my fingers will make a North American debut before we leave here in 2011.
No doubt Justin will come home and veto all of these notions, so I'm hoping to make approx. $30K in tips tonight.
I'm excited for the volvo though. Just one question...
Barentz blue:
or Titanium Grey?
I'm leaning toward grey.
Help me decide.
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[16 Nov 2009|03:29pm] |
Why don't we have more pans!? I had to scramble my eggs in a little pot.
I also need to find out what obscure American holiday it could be today. THE INTERNET WILL NOT HELP ME! And yet, everything is closed....
I need to make an appointment with the doctor's for birth control. If I don't, Justin might succeed in implanting me with his crotch fruit.
And I hear that infants are a frequent side effect of pregnancy......
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[15 Nov 2009|09:54pm] |
WHY THE FUCK DO BLACK PEOPLE GIVE SUCH TERRIBLE TIPS?
And nobody better dare call me racist....i've waited a good 5 months for somebody, *ANYBODY* to prove me wrong, and give, oh, I don't know...maybe 15%. God damn. And those are the tables that make you run your ass off, too. Always wanting 50 refills, something's always wrong with the food, something always needs to be free. I have bitten my tongue for a while, but I find it ridiculous.
And then they'll stare at me like i'm somehow to blame for the suffrage of their ancestors, with a piercing stank-eye.
I'M CANADIAN, BITCHES. NOWHERE IN MY LINEAGE IS THERE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR WOES.
You stop being cheap; i'll stop being mean honest.
End rant.
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[14 Nov 2009|02:22am] |
I've made it one week husbandless, and so far i've been able to push away the lonliness and the terrible ache for Justin; mainly thanks to a carefully crafted schedule in which I have little time to ponder such things. I think I was even getting used to living on my own, handling my own scandle....even taking the garbage out by myself. It was getting almost normal to go to bed by myself at night, and I didn't find myself reaching for Justin when I woke up these last few mornings. In short, I was *dealing*. And pretty well.
BUT NOW JUSTIN HAS GONE OUT OF HIS WAY TO FIND INTERNET AND MESSAGE ME, AND HE HAS UNDONE ALL OF MY HARD WORK!
Now I miss him like crazy. And he was all nice, and like....told me his *FEELINGS*. I mean, it's not even that he doesn't usually tell me his feelings....I honestly think he doesn't usually HAVE any!
Now i'm all bummed I have a whole 'nother week without him. I'm going to have to remind myself how much easier it is to keep the house clean without him here, and how much less expensive it is. At the end of these 2 weeks, if i spend even close to $100 on food, gas, and incidentals, i'll be surprised. It's been a whole week and i've only spent $50. And he blames me for squandering our money.....
omgomgomgomg. MUST USE TWILIGHT AND REALITY TELEVISION TO FILL VOID. CROCODILE TEARS IMMINENT.
At least work was uneventful (except people were cheap jerx). And the Opel started! Victorious day.
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[13 Nov 2009|03:19pm] |
It's clementine season :D
I eat candy oranges all day long.
Monday I went to Selena's house for dinner. She has two chihuahuas, but they look more like squirrels. She made eggplant, and it didn't even taste terrible. Win.
Tuesday I drove to Belgium for a waffle.
Wednesday I had to return my beautiful Mercedes rental. Now i get to fight daily with the alternator in the Opel. PLEASE START, ENGINE! Oh, and the poppies here in America are plastic and sucky. Rememberance day > Veteran's day. I considered going to Luxembourg to view the American military cemetary where General Patton is buried, but Macaroni Grill owns my life so I had to be a slave to people instead.
Yesterday I did almost nothing and it was brilliant. I managed to get to the mailbox and the gym, and I cleaned the bedroom, but other than that all I did was eat eggs and watch movies created for preteens (Twilight! Harry potter!)
I'm working allllll weekend. There probably won't be any updates unless I have some particularly special guests.
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[08 Nov 2009|07:39pm] |
Mushroom soup + Twilight.
:D
I Just worked overtime all weekend, so all of my fun, independant woman plans went to waste. I'm going to have to pack them all into monday and tuesday.
Oh and I bought this guy. He will be my husband for the next two weeks:
We are in love.
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[06 Nov 2009|06:15am] |
Omg.
I just dropped Justin off so he could go to Texas for 2 weeks :(
He's excited because he might get to eat at Texas Roadhouse, lol. I absolutely do not envy him his 12 hour flight ahead, nor the daily grind of classroom and field study he has awaiting him, but he has a chance to go to Walmart and eat at Arbys, so....*jelus face*.
(yeah. my desires are trailer trash-y. WUT?)
Now i'm all alone and i'm coming to the realization that I HAVE NEVER LIVED BY MYSELF, WHAT THE HELL. Excepting in Paris, of course, but that was different because my only responsibility was shopping. Now I have to deal with.....not really that much, now I think of it. We don't have, you know, bills. Keeping myself busy seems the main order of business, but I have games and books and shows and shopping and spa trips lined up, so i'm not too worried. Plus i guess i'll be back on the schedule at work after my nice two week hiatus. To be honest I forgot I had a job until just now. I will have to take the garbage out, which I have avoided literally every time up til this point. That is Justin's job, NOT mine. I do not deposit refuse.
I'm also definitely going car shopping. My heart is set on a new (or nearly new) Volvo. My only question is before we leave, or once I come back? I think i might feel shitty though if I have a delicious volvo sitting here in Germany for 4 months while I have to cross my fingers to drive the '94 cavalier back in Canada all winter. Then again, the last thing I want to do is come home to no vehicle. If we have five weeks of life left in our current automobile i'll praise the heavens.
Anyway, i'm putting fresh sheets on the bed and watching wedding shows. So far, the single living life is not unacceptable. Tommorrow is shopping, smoothies, massage, and tapas with amigos.
I ain't mad at it.
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[01 Nov 2009|01:44am] |
I have neglected to write about last Sunday until literally....this Sunday, but the event is still fresh in my mind, so i shall regale you!
THIS IS WHERE WE LIVE!
Or, it's where I used to live in Canada, and where I am now willing to commute 45 minutes to get to.
(Justin and I went to go see a hockey game, in case that's not computing)
(This is us being cute there:)
Ok, so, I nagged him until he agreed to shell out the cash to take me to this most Canadian of live sporting events, and may I just say, LOL @ Germans. We had the best time, mainly because hockey games are incredible (duh), but also because the germans are so...bizarre. Their traditions are different, we'll say that. They're not bad though - oh no. Europeans are nothing if not intensely loyal and enthusiastic fans. It's just, to us Westies...they are hysterical.
We watched the Mannheim eagles take on the (Other team I didn't catch the name of). We paid $50 a ticket for seats thisclose to the ice, because Justin insisted on being right where the action is! (I thought it was cute that he pretended to understand the action.). The scarf pictured above was also purchased due to Justin's insistence. To answer your question, YES, we took fabulous glamour pix. Don't be naiive.
Mannheim won, and it was all very exciting, and wonderful. I was ecstatic to reunite with such a familiar facet to life in Canada, though what intrigued me most was the unfamiliar.
Here's how Germans do hockey:
1. They advertise harder than William Matar in a room full of Whiplash victims. I mean, every conceivable space in the arena, and on players, ushers, cameramen, and EVEN REFS was filled with consumerist propoganda. You'd think hockey was not a government funded event in the G-spot. Preposterous!
2. Hungry? Want to grab candy, a hot dog, nachos, or fries? NO.
THIS IS GERMANY. YOU EAT HUGE PRETZELS AND BEER. You can also opt for a huge brat, or a massive piece of swine in a bun.
I chose baguette-y thing. Justin chose the hog sandwich (sigh).
 
3. The leagues I'm used to back home in Kitchener have home-grown teenage prodigies. Germany's league has 35 year olds who....missed their chance in the NHL? All i know is I was expecting fresh faced lads, whereas I was greeted by 25 older dudes with ferocious beards. Oh! But happy face - the majority were Canadian. I considered using the secret canadian code from my last entry to gain entrance into their dressing room after the game, but then I remembered.....old guys. No deal.
LIVE ACTION SHOOT.
4. Unlike the spurts of cheering witnessed at a north american hockey game, the germans rabblerouse the ENTIRE THREE HOURS. IT IS PANDEMONIUM. It starts with busload upon busload of painted, adorned fans who chant obnoxiously from start to finish. But that is no match for the actual gametime antics: It all begins when the players make their entrance (through the vagina of a giant eagle, might I add). All of a sudden we look over and *everyone* is waving an enormous flag that has great potential as weaponry.
  
Justin made a jab about their fanmenship rivaling that of the Canadians. I had just opened my mouth to swear at him when I was drowned out by what seemed like a choreographed crowd chant...complete with VERY LOUD DRUMMING.
...hunh.
They can't keep that up the whole game, right? That's...absurd.
OH YES. THEY CAN. THEY WILL DRUM FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT.
Usually it was an even, peppy song, used to spur their team on, but every time the opposing team got a power play, they'd do this crazy, chaotic scream/drum/horn thing that made my ears want to bleed. Strategy, yo. These fans take as much credit for a victory as the team itself.
It was a unique spectacle to watch. I uploaded a video for you guys to observe yourself. They do this thing where the announcer shouts out the first name of the player (if he scored a goal, won accolades at the end of the game, etc), and the crowd shouts out the last name. It's very.....reminiscent of.....other......less lighthearted events in Germany. I don't really feel like going to hell over a livejournal entry tho, so i refuse to elaborate.
00:15 is where it gets.....curious.
...Just sayin' tho....
Oh yeah, and the clock counted up. So you weren't like, "ONE MINUTE REMAINING!" You were more like, "NINTEEN MINUTES HAVE PASSED!"
And that is wrong.
We had a lovely time though. It was nice to do something different, and it was even worth the 45 minutes we sat waiting in the poorly designed parking lot to get the hell out.
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[25 Oct 2009|01:10am] |
The past like, THREE DAYS justin and i have said 'let us breach our slumber early, by 10am! For then we shall frolick in the daylight, soaking up the rays of vitamin D and basically not being totally bitchy cus we're livin' the vampire life'. It actually happened like that. Our dialogue went circa nineteen 'o two straight to nineteen 'o ghettospeak with the quickness. We're versatile, though. You guys knew that.
K the point is it never happened. We try to go to bed early (like at midnight. Which is early for us), but then we get caught up in reading or nintendo-ing and it's 3am, wtf. You'd think we'd still be able to get up before noon, no problem, but apparantly our bodies are on this "LOL 11 hours of sleep everyday" kick that knocks us out til two. Or three. Occasionally five. That's in the PM.
Then I do my requisite moping around because I've wasted my day; essentially wasting my day furthur. The last two days i've gone straight to the blender, eyes not even fully opened, to mix up a smoothie. For pep.
I made Justin one too today, but I didn't do dishes yesterday so I had to put it in a mug for him. And i guess he thought it was tea, because 30 seconds after I gave it to him he ran around screaming about brain freeze. And, 'why didn't I tell him it was a smoothie' and 'oww'.
Sorry. I thought the pink, frothy consistency would alert you? My assessment of your intelligence will not be so generous next time.
I considered putting a shot or two of rum in mine, but I DIDN'T. Because I am not that girl. Yet.
We are only ever up early enough to see movies and eat dinner. So that's been our lives. Plus/minus bottles of Pinot Grigio. We attempted to go to some kind of pumpkin festival today....they advertised a city of PUMPKIN PEOPLE so it was an obvious green light from me -> photoshoot potential danced in my head.
Except, sad face: We didn't even make it to the parking lot before it got dark. Fail. So we went out for dinner at Dino's. The greatest Italian restaurant outside of Italy but perhaps also a contender within it. I will definitely do some follow-up to that quandry. We also went to some German store and bought cheese from Normandy that made our whole car smell like funk.
Now we are going to watch honey i shrunk the kids and the Jurassic park trilogy! Later we will turn 11.
Oh and we're getting a new car. Possibly a nice one. I'll obviously update on that later since it's consuming me.
Couple of asides:
1. See Zombieland if you enjoy laughing. And if you don't mind seeing the occasional intestine. (I do, but it was funny enough that I got over it).
2. American's don't know what Canadians mean when we say "Hydro".
Justin thought it meant water. Um, close. But.....no. You're dumb. I still love you though! CHESTERFIELD, POUTINE, KETCHUP CHIPS, EH. (That is a secret message for only canadians....)
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[21 Oct 2009|08:26am] |
What a delicious morning.
I bought a blender yesterday. I decided I wanted one, so I smacked down the forty bucks. Justin thought that was too much money, but i said, BOY, I AM WHIMSICAL. I DON'T COUNT PENNIES. Plus it crushes ice.
I didn't have time to use it yesterday, since I figured my own excitement would be mirrored by my husband, and we could blend things together. Turns out...no. Kitchen appliances are in no way titillating to men. After being at the shooting range all day qualifying for some large weapon or another, he decided all he wanted when he got home was a steak dinner and sex (The Trifecta of MAN). My poor blender didn't get a second glance. The steak was good, though. :P
FINE. I don't care. Jokes on you, dude. While you have to go to training all day, my only responsibility is starting off my morning in a delightful way.a fruity, icy, yogurty, applejuicy way. Elation! I chose raspberries, mangos, and many peaches, and it was happiness in puréed form. MOM, BUY A BLENDER BEFORE I COME HOME. I WILL BLEND YOU UP SOME TREATS!!
Now i'm going to take a bubblebath and plot some sort of lunch for J. I already cleaned the house yesterday so today i get to do the fun housewifey stuff. I'll probably bake cookies with my new Martha Stewart scooping thing. & shop. & nap.
Liiiiiiffffeeeeee♥
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[19 Oct 2009|10:12pm] |
One of the funniest things about Justin is how far into left field his mind will deviate when he's left to his own devices. When he's got nothing to hold his attention, you'll see his eyes glaze over, his posture will become unmoving, and you'll know he's daydreaming. And at any point in this process, you can ask him what he's thinking about for a guaranteed gem of hilarity.
"What are you thinking about?"
The logistics of being shot out of a cannon. (If I had a nickel...)
"What's on your mind?"
Outwitting Somali pirates if they tried to board my ship. (a clear threat to your day-to-day life)
"Why aren't you listening to me?"
Sorry. I was doing the math to figure out the geometry of the ceiling fan. (????????! How is math more fun than anything?)
"Hey, Jus-"
WHERE DOES ROOTBEER *COME* FROM?????
and last night I found out:
"When I was a kid, I used to wait til my mom was sleeping, and stuff as many oreos as I could into her mouth before she woke up. I'm trying to figure out if i'll get the chance to try and beat my old record"
......."you're 27"
"yeah. I'm stealthier now."
.......
omg.
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[16 Oct 2009|01:30am] |
So, this morning my big, strong, adult male husband climbed into bed, wrapped our duvet around himself, snuggled up to me, sniffled, and said "i'm sick. Will you take care of me?"
Oh my goodness! Yes! And also lol! Plus awww!
I will take care of my sick husband all day long, because he is just so cute. He becomes snuggly and lovey and needy, along with abnormally hot so i never get cold! His symptoms were vague so i just sort of threw a bunch of different medications at his face. Basically, whatever landed in his mouth was the proper dosage/prescription. It seems to be working, so med school is clearly for chumps. Then I made him homemade turkey soup from our leftover thanksgiving bird, which worked out super well because we've both been eating sandwiches for a week now. My turkey sandwich quota? FILLED. Soup was a welcome pace change, not to welcome medicinal. I'm adding healer to my list of sweet skills.
I kinda wanna get sick now so i can get me some of this first class pampering. I like ginger-ale when i'm sick, honey. Write it down.
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[15 Oct 2009|02:03am] |
There are some pretty radical things about Germany. I will never again be satisified driving at North American speed limits, Nor do i think I will ever see a countryside *quite* so green. And the sheer number of festivals centering around alchohol is staggering and DELIGHTFUL. But my favourite thing about Germany is Knorr.
THERE ARE SO MANY VARIETIES OF READY TO MAKE MEALS! THIS GIVES ME ECSTASY.
(Justin loooooves Offen Makkaroni Alla Mamma. So does his flight chief :D)
I am seriously stuffing a suitcase full of these bitches when I leave this place. The variety overwhelms me so i'm just going to start at one end of the aisle and work my way down. Have you ever tried cold cherry soup? They have a knorr package for cold cherry soup.
I mean, I pretty much never know what the hell i'm making, but WHO CARES?? First of all, i don't have to eat it. And second of all, Justin and all the guys he works with monge the SHIT out of everything I make, and I become the champion of sustenance. It only takes me about 7 minutes to reach hero status with these things.
Plus they're like 80 cents. DEAL!!.
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[13 Oct 2009|05:37am] |
Never passing up the opportunity to stuff food with other food, and then gorge oneself to the point of massive uncomfortability, Justin and I celebrated Canadian thanksgiving today!!
I took it upon myself to make every dish that my large extended family usually makes. Except they, you know, split up the responsibility. The result was no sleep (and thus questionable dinner conversation), but other than that I did really well (plus that made the experience more authentic....you know those Lehmans.....). I had to call my mom for about an hour of coaching/recipe exchange the night before (And my dad proved his culinary skills were NOT just limited to the bbq when he whipped out impressive turkey knowledge), but I had no help otherwise, except for when Justin carved the turkey
He also folded our napkins in a creative way. We were both very proud of this contribution:
THEN WE DINED:
Justin looks maniacally happy....
I ended up feasting, taking a 3 hour nap, and then stumbling out of the bedroom and feasting AGAIN, 'before my eyes were even properly open', according to justin. And for my mom's information, the salad and cheesecake definitely don't need to refrigerate for 24 hours. Sucker! You can eat them right away.
Next up: USA Thanksgiving.
Such a delicious holiday.
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[12 Oct 2009|02:05am] |
Justin and I've been slackin' in the excitement category lately, so I essentially threatened him with marital counselling sessions unless he took me....SOMEWHERE. ANYWHERE! We (I) decided on Paris, because we are classy.
I even foot the exorbitant bill to take the ice train there and back. $420 for comfort and efficiency makes you cringe until you realize that all i had to do was waitress 3 nights and i'd make it up in tips. (Having a lucrative job is enjoyable).
Since we took our sweet time during a romantic dinner at Pizza Hut (lol), we only had ten minutes to throw our crap into a suitcase before our taxi came. My prediction is Justin is always going to spring this packing strategy on me, since my bag was light, sensible, and packed with only the essentials. Very atypical, as usually i'll bring 12 seperate outfits on a two day trip, 'justincase', and then inevitably I whine until justin helps me out with my bag, 'because it's so heavy'. I hope our children don't pull that crap, because I see objectively how that could get annoying.
Anyway. Arrived late at night. Metroed around the city like pros, and made our way to our posh, 5 star hotel with eiffel tower view.
YA. It's who we are.
I realized when I arrived that I had forgotten to pack my camera (a testament to my 'non-touristy' status?), so i jacked these pictures from a random website for bragging purposes:
Going rate was $400/night. Pennies!
Even so, I opted to use my hotel points so that I could pay $0.
We did end up having a small bill by check out, as apparantly a 30 second call to a german cellular cost ten euros. (How incredibly reasonable!) But other than that it was a free, and beautiful stay.
We stayed in that night and dined on baguettes, cheese, and wine while we listened to Jazz and marvelled at the view. Other stuff happend that I will not detail because this is not a letter to a gentleman's magazine. I fell asleep smiling, though, so surmise what you may.
We spent the entire next day shopping, eating, and being in Paris, which is the pleasure trifecta in my books. We walked around holding hands in the rain, Justin leading us stubbornly in the wrong direction, despite my urgings, and then pretending he had meant to do it all along because he loved walking around with me. I bought a purse on the Champs-Elysées. He bought a cardigan. I mock him still for this. He looks sexy in it though, so joke's on.....everyone that doesn't get to touch him innappropriately. Boy is fine.
For breakfast we ate $40 omelettes from a ridiculous café. Lunch was a $3 crepe from our favourite stand. Dinner, a baguette. Goodness, we are so classy and posh. We are the 'it' couple, aren't we? So used to this luxury. Visiting Paris on a whim. Oh, isn't life grand? Let us just board our amazing train and zoom back to Germany! Perhaps we'll go out for an expensive dinner once we're there, because....we can.
*screeching record sound*
Not how it happened. Despite a wonderful day, I fucked up the metro situation, leaving us in an 'Amazing Race' style dash to our train's platform. We got there just in time!
...to see it pulling away, not caring that it'd left us behind.
As if I were in a movie, and as if anyone could care less, I ran after it screaming. "NOOOOOO. WAIITTTTTTT. When it didn't wait, I deduced it was probably a french train, so i tried a different approach...."NONNNNN. ATTENNNNDDDD'.
Then I collapsed on the platform, crying.
French people gave me very dirty looks.(Even for them). Justin said "Get up. You are making a scene", And then he stood by a bench and pretended he didn't know me.
I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY. My face was red from running, I was sweating and crying, and I was in a crumpled ball, pounding the pavement and lashing out at train station employees. My finest moment, perhaps.
I never overreact, ever.
Turns out, all we had to do is get new reservations for the morning train. For free. Because, surprise surprise, people miss trains all the time, and it's not the end of the world.
In my defense.....I DIDN'T KNOW THAT.
We had to stay overnight. That was the only half-bummer. I say half because it sucked paying for a hotel, (a sub-par hotel, considering the last night's accomodations), but it wasn't bad staying in the city another night. We grabbed some paninis and scooped up some delicious brie to bring home with us. I had a really good shower. We hung out. In Paris.
Hard Knock life.
I will note that we got to the train station an hour and a half early the next day.
It was the most romantic, wonderful, ego-swelling, upsetting, embarassing, and finally humbling trip ever.
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[16 Sep 2009|04:27am] |
I'm back!!
I was in Canadia, as most of you know. Committing Carbicide. (I MISSED YOU, ARBYS.)
I've literally lost 15 pounds in the last week i've been home, just by virtue of NOT being around unlimited fast-food stuffs.
We were there for two weeks, and I loved it soooooooooooooo much. It was soooo good to be back home. It was cold there, which justin would NOT leave me alone about, but I didn't care. I was in seventh heaven. I've kinda put off writing this entry, and i forget some details, so i'm just going to make a reasonably detailed picture post, to give you all at least the shape of the idea.
First, I finally introduced Justin to the cottage. He had never been to a lake before. Ya, seriously. He's only lived/vacationed near stupid oceans, so he didn't even know the pleasure of swimming without the burning sensation of salt, but with the slicing sensation of zebra mussels. Crazy.
He'd also never been tubing, so....obviously that happened immediately. His hair, or as i liked to refer to it 'the aftermath', was my favourite thing ever:
Anyway, he loved it:
Ok. Other cottage activities including eating, drinking, being sexy, and gaming.
Truly, that's all there was.
It was spectacular!
Observe:
Eating:
Drinking:
being sexy:
And many forms of gaming. (See also, 'Shenanigans'. 'Rabblerousing'. 'Hilarity'.)
Ringtoss Victory:
Charades (victory):
Board Game (...I don't want to talk about it):
And the beloved 'Get gramma drunk' game: (we won!)
Justin and I stayed up an extra night with Kaytee and Derek. We made smores and got drunk, so I consider that a successful night. My memories of the smores were delightful, so this pictures confuses me about as much as it amuses Justin...
EXCEPT OH. MAYBE I WAS LOOKING AT HIS FEET:
We're not in Germany anymore. Cut that shit out, man! (Not that it's ok for you to do it in Germany. I'll divorce you!)
Look what we got to stare at tho:
Pretty amazing.
A couple days later we went to Wonderland, where my favourite picture ever was snapped:
I have never laughed more in my life. Yes, that is pure fear in my sister's eyes. I had to ask her if she had peed her pants when it was over, since I was legitimately concerned that she would.
Then my dad generously paid for us to watch the Blue Jays get decimated by the Yankees.
(kaytee told me she had skor bites)
Lol remember when the Jays were world series champions? Neither does anyone else.
Other than that, we hung out with friends. Ash threw a party in my honour and we had a big bonfire out back. We spent friday of the long weekend celebrating in a seedy bar, which resulted in questionable photos
(uh:)
Great times were had. Anyone I didn't get a chance to see will soon be sick of me, since i'm comin' home again in December. Hopefully for more photo-ops like this one:
I ♥ Canada.
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[22 Aug 2009|04:59am] |
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Sooo, it's been a while since I chronicled. Mainly because I work a lot now, and then I come home sans the emotional energy to string together, like...words. To create sentences.
Anyway I'm a waitress, and quite honestly, the novelty has worn off. The first couple of weeks were a good run: I was too busy to have a personal thought, let alone check the clock in boredom like every other job i've had, and the tips were paying my expensive 500 count sheet and jewellery habit nicely. But business is slowing and people are CHEAP BASTARDS so im kinda coming home bitter mosts nights. Also, we managed to run out of almost everything within the first month, and, gosh, to-go box crises are just so much fucking fun. But anyway. Justin is so sick of hearing this by now. Same.
In other depressing news, I'm 24 now!!!! Which is rly old!!! And i always told myself/the huz that i'd have babies at this age. uh, lol no. I'm pushing it back to 26. J is pressing for sooner rather than later so he isn't so old that he breaks a hip when he plays with the kid, but i'm still too busy being selfish and irresponsible to take care of a tiny human. Plus i hate their fluids.
We were supposed to drive to Switzerland for my b'day, epic road trip style, but *somebody* forgot to book a rental car, and since we spend all our money on video games are monetarily challanged at the moment, our personal car is undriveable for long distances, on account of it would break down or just plain burst into flames. Instead, J took me to EUROPA PARK, which is kinda like epcott cause every european country has a little section. Plus they through in a 'choco world', which i haven't seen on any map, but which is an excellent addition to any world and I approve. The plan was to go to bed early and leave at 6am, to capitolize on the FUN, but since our bodies are used to being nocturnal, they rejected our good intentions and insisted we rouse at 2am. The logical thing to do? BAKE CAKE! We dined on delicious birthday cake & opened presents until we left for the amusement park, where we spent a perfect (hot) day riding roller coasters and making fun of europeans with mullets and bejewelled v-necks. Then we went to the bar, where I got accidentally drunk on free tequila shots from random cops. Yayfun.
The next day, magically hangoverless despite my old age, we hit up the NEW MALL on base. It opened on my birthday, which i take as a sign to mean the whole thing is in honour of me. The draws are the large swarovski shop and the bookstore. I don't foresee justin and i spending too much time there, seeing as getting within 20 feet of the place incites rampant grumblings about society from him. Blah blah loitering teens mass consumerism BLAH. Shut up and eat at the new food court, dear.
We met up with friends and went bowling, and then out for mexican. Tres fun.
Wednesday we saw district 9, which was horrifying but thoughtful, and then went to a housewarming drunkfest for friends. I was DD, so i got to witness extreme hilarity, uncoordinated dance moves, and an interesting take on making hot dogs (long story). The next day we woke up, lazed on the beach at the lake near our house, and tried this little italian restaurant that we'd never noticed before. SO GOOD. Italian run & delicious. Now i'm working 5 days straight and it's kind of depressing. I"m off wednesday, just long enough to hang out with Audry one last time before FLYING TO CANADA ON THURSDAY, YAHHH.
I'm so excited to go to my cottage.
I'll prolly LJ more from Canadia then i do here. Irony, w/e.
Oh, hub's home. Must extract a backrub from him. L8.
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