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Going Crazy

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I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

We are in funk central. And not good funk, bad funk.

The weather is horrible.

We have had no news on the apartment. And no, no news is not good news.

We are both so stressed over this apartment that we can’t even talk about it because we just snap at each other.

Our frustrations are turning us into crazy monsters.

Nothing is going our way. NOTHING. I don’t even want to get into the stories surrounding how many things are not going our way.

It’s my birthday tomorrow and no part of me is excited for it. Not even for my cousins wedding in the afternoon. Not even for the magical dinner with friends that is planned. Not even for the elusive birthday gift that no one knows when it is actually arriving.

I know it sounds like I am being dramatic, but seriously.

What do you do when it feels like there is nothing positive to hold on to?

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Le sigh.

Halls in my Mouf

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Don’t mind me as I ramble…

It seems that this past weekend and it’s late nights has now trained me to not want to go to sleep  before 11:30. This is very unusual. What is more unusual is that I am neither a Morning person or a Night person. I’m kind of ‘In the Middle’ person. I can’t handle early mornings and I can’t handle late nights. Am I just the pickiest person ever when it comes to being awake?

I called my Doctor yesterday morning to make an appointment to get my Thyroid Pills. This year has been kind of annoying with how many times I’ve had my prescription changed on me and how many times I’ve had to go for blood tests, but I guess in all reality they are just trying to make sure I’m on the right path. I have a bad habit of waiting until the last minute to get my prescription filled. I always think I have way more pills left then I actually do. This time I thought I would be proactive about it. I have 48 days of pills left, but when, you may ask, is the next time I can see my Doctor? Oh, he is booking for Feb 10th…Excuse me!? Oh but wait, they are having an open clinic next Monday which I can go to try and get my life saving prescription filled. I just have to wait in a room for hours on end until they see me. You know how clinics are, TOTAL DISASTERS. I do not have a lot of faith in this working out for me :S

Every single time I touch my hair, it falls out. Not in clumps, but in strands. Am I shedding for the Winter season!? I get that 30 hairs fall out of your head every day, but if I actually counted the number of hairs that fall out, it would be way more then 30. I know I am over reacting, but it is HAIR and I am a GIRL and I don’t like the thought of LOSING it.

I woke up this morning with a horrible sore throat. I haven’t had a sore throat like this in years. I was, however, smart enough to grab my Oil of Oregano and down some. It’s weird how something you use to season your food (to make it taste better) can taste so absolutely horrible when you take it as concentrated oil. It worked for a good two hours, but now I am back in pain. Must find juice to drown out the flavour.

95% of my Holiday Adventure Plans have been canceled thus far. I am not a happy camper! I tried to organize everything this season so that I would be able to enjoy all that this city has to offer, but my efforts have been fruitless. Friday night is on the cusp of being canceled and I am counting on Chad to save it.

Tonight I get to decorate the Family Christmas tree. NOTHING will ruin it, you hear!

Topics of Conversation

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These are the current topics of conversation that are on my mind this wonderful and enlightening Monday Morning…

Things that make the morning commute intolerable.
- Cyclist – Thank you for making us all slow down and move over just so we don’t run your slow ass over. Thank you also for cutting us off and scaring the crap out of us.
- Buses, especially on and around Commerical & Broadway – Thank you for taking up two lanes and piling up in the intersections allowing no one to get through.
- Hungry Commuters – Thank you for causing a traffic jam trying to get into the line for the McDonalds drive through. I’m sure pure crap and coffee is an excellent way to start your day.

My disdain for this weather.
When we came back from Italy, I knew that I had to get our deck in order. Before leaving I cleaned up most of the stuff, but since 95% of the plants were still alive and thriving I figured I would let them be. Once we got back, however, I decided it was time to clean everything up. I got everything in order but couldn’t cover it all up with our tarp as everything was soaking wet. So I left it. I left it for a day in which the sun would come out and dry up the deck enough that I could tarp it and prep it for winter. Well, this day has still not arrived. There have been a few week days where the sun has been out, but by the time I get home it is pitch black and even with the small light we have, you can not see a thing. I fear we might loose our deck to the winter weather.

Facebook Events.
We had this conversation about Facebook events on the weekend. One Pet Peeve that was brought up was peoples total lack of effort. We have taken the time to set up an event that we wish to invite you to. You are on Facebook 100 times a day stalking people, and yet you can’t take 3 seconds out of your day to respond to our event. Thank you for ignoring us. Another one, which personally stabs me in the side, is peoples pure rudeness. Again, we take the time to create an event and we invite you to it. You seemingly wish to attend and reply as such. You them bring up the fact that one of your friends is not invited to this event and so we go back and invite them. You create conversation on the event wall, and as far as we are concerned, you seem quite positive about this event. Then, the day comes, its time for the event, and oh, whats that? Oh, you just don’t show up. You don’t show up and you don’t make any effort to contact us to let us know you aren’t planning to show up. Are you kidding me? As far as I am concerned, I really don’t care if you want to come to our event or not. We have invited you because we thought you might enjoy the company and might have a good time, but if its not your thing, or you are busy, then just say so. What the hell is the point of telling us you plan to attend our event, when in reality, you are are just going to be rude and lame and not show up at all? Now, some might say – Oh it’s just a silly Facebook event, aren’t you over reacting? No, I am not over reacting. This is just a perfect example of how people these days have no integrity.

Fruit Flies.
It is November. Why in the hell does our office still have fruit flies? Are we that disgusting?

Shaz.
I kind of think I am obsessed. I hope that doesn’t sound too creepy. She brought me chocolates.

I think I am just kind of fickle this morning. Actually, I think I am just fickle, period.

Yes, It’s True…

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I am mental.

Tired?

After work last night I stopped off at IGA to get Chad some stuff for lunch this week, then popped over to Best Buy to exchange the gift I had got my brother for Christmas for something better. I stood in the line up for 20 minutes. I was trying not to explode. There were three tills open. One was serving some Russian guy who was trying to apply for credit. It took him forever to fill out paper work and then they had to phone the credit company to see if he could be approved. He was still there when I left. I know he was Russian because we was wearing a track suit that said RUSSIA all over it.

Next there was a young Asian couple trying to return an XBox, but first wanted to exchange it for something, and then changed their minds and wanted a refund, and then changed their minds and wanted a Wii and then I almost Karate Chopped their heads off. So frustrating listening to this knowing that my exchange would literally take 5 minutes.

The third guy was the only one actually moving people, through it still seemed to take him forever to do anything.

The girl in front of me had been waiting longer then I had. When she finally got up to the counter she tried to return a cable she had bought for her money back with no receipt. Yea nice try. I can’t believe she waited in line that long for something I could have told her she wouldn’t have gotten.

The girl behind me, who had only been waiting there 5 minutes once I was at the front of the line, was physically losing her shit. Calm down there Missy, I’ve been in this line for 20 minutes.

Once I got to the counter my exchange literally took 5 minutes. Told you.

I got home and had a shower right away so that I could cozy up in my PJ’s and then clean the bathroom after dinner since I didn’t have time on the weekend. The hot water basically ran out on me.

I decided to make my favorite pasta for dinner since I knew Chad was going to be late and he doesn’t like my favorite pasta. I added too much flour because I read the recipe wrong (second time in a week) and so the sauce became very thick. To remedy this I decided to add about 1000 calories worth of cheese to the mix. The pasta was good but holy crap did I end up with a lot of left overs. I also ended up with a kitchen covered in four, cheese, and too many used utensils.

My plan was to make Chad a small pot of his favorite pasta when he got home so I got everything ready and pulled the sauce out of the freezer so it would be thawed by the time I needed it.

Every hour Chad would send me another txt “Getting close, probably just another hour”.

Had I been smart, I would have just made dinner as normal, put together a plate for him, and kept it warm until he got home, then I would have stopped worrying about it and gone about my evening.

However, had Chad come home at a reasonable hour, making him a fresh pot of pasta wouldn’t have been an issue at all.

By 11pm I was falling asleep. “Chad, srsly, are you coming home at all tonight?” “Yea, the job is almost done. I will leave in 15 minutes”.

At 12pm he got home and I was falling asleep on the floor with the stove on and the hot water boiling.

Yes it is true. I stayed up until midnight so I could make my husband a fresh pot of pasta when he got home from work. I know I am an Italian Housewife and all, but now I just think I am mental.

I blame that 1940s movie Chad was watching about this Air Force guy who came home from a mission at 4 in the morning and his wife was there waiting for him, dressed to the 9s, to make him a fresh meal.

Mental note Danielle, its not the 1940s anymore. Get your shit together.

Yea, not doing that again.

Waste Management

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There is nothing more thrilling then being woken up every Friday morning at 6:40 by the garbage men coming to pick up the garbage of the apartment across the lane, which happens to be directly outside our window. Its even better in the middle of summer when all the windows are open because it is hot out and they let the truck idol for 10 minutes while they do whatever the hell it is they do. I didn’t know city workers actually started that early. It’s shocking actually.

Why must they ruin a perfectly good morning?