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Dearest My Peeps,

Howdy hidey ho! ... In regular english, hi, how're ya? Well, more regular-ish anyway. Ish being the key word in that sentence. How goes it in the world of make believe? Well I hope. If it doesn't go well, let me know. Also advise me of who needs to be beaten senseless/severely lectured/tsked at. The tsking is more likely to happen than the first two, but hey, you can always hope.

Not much is new. I spent the evening with Pat after work. That's sorta new. If I work I usually just go straight home afterwards. So that's sorta new. A little anyway. I must make sure not to neglect to mention that I throughly enjoyed myself too. I didn't really want to leave, but I knew that if I didn't, I'd stay WAY to late & end up being tired/cranky tomorrow night at work. Cranky ends up making me mean (well, sarcastic & cruel, same diff) and my coworkers do not deserve that. I mean, they can be annoying sometimes, but everybody can be annoying sometimes no matter who they are.

Even My Jacqui can be annoying, though I find this hard to wrap my mind around. ... So now I'm attempting to think of an example. I can't actually do it. I'm... hmmm... give me a second... I know. She just won't let me buy her everything I see that I think she'd like. HONESTLY! *flailing, unable to look overly frustrated* Since that took me about 15 minutes to come up, I'm going to stop trying. (If there were emoticons in this I'd have the flustered/embarassed one up now)

And that probably gives you an exmaple of how I can be annoying. I tend to over obsess about really stupid things. I also have this fondness for putting myself down. My Favourite always tsks at me when I do, as does my Jacqui & even an ex-coworker. I've been being better about it lately anyway, which is the point.

I'm going to stop though. If I'm not careful I'll be babbling & that's just wrong. Well, sorta. Sometimes. Right now anyway.

My foot hurts. Well, that's not entirely true. Tania (My Patrick's roommate) had some acetaminophin (spelling! it means no name tylenol) & that worked wonders. At French Camp 2001, I was at one of the theme parties (there was one every Friday & most Saturdays). I was dressed as a cactus (TexMex; you can do most anything with bristol board & some tape, if you're inventive). That's not important to the story though. I was wearing flat sandals, that buckled behind my heels & was walking semi-fast. I slipped sideways off the FLAT sandal, heard a funky crack, felt shooting agony & just assumed that I'd sprained it again or something. This was Friday night. Some of the people in charge helped me back to my room (upstairs at the other end of the campus of Saint Anne University) I promptly went on the all day tourist trip the next day, throughly enjoyed myself in spite that I could hardly walk. Anyway, The doctor came in every Thursday for common complaints (emergencies were rushed to the hospital about an hour away). My foot wasn't swollen, wasn't hardly bruised at all, but I could still hardly put any weight on it at all. I thought this was crazy odd & decided to go talk to the doctor.

She looked it all over. Told me that I'd quite broken it. If I wanted her to fix it properly, she'd have to take me to the hospital, break it again & then cast it. Apparently in that week it had started fixing itself, that awesome way our bodies have of trying to stay healthy all the time. I wasn't prepared to let her do that AT ALL! (It hurt already, I didn't need more pain! HONESTLY!) Well, I almost wish I'd let her now. Almost. My summer would have been ruined if I had, so it's still only almost.

However, I can be a pretty good barometre now sometimes. If my foot hurts right along the spot that was broken, it's going to do something wet withing at most 5 days. How many days it hurts for before the storm depends on said storm's severeity. I told a coworkedr on Tuesday that it'd rain within 3 days. It rained Thursday all day. Thursday night I told 2 difference coworkers that it was going to rain again before the week was over. They laughed at me because it was supposed to be a gorgeous weekend. It was nice Friday & today until about 5 or so. then it started to rain.

I should go check the weather station, but I think it's done raining for a couple days anyway, though it might be a bit gloomy/showery maybe. It doesn't always hurt everytime there is damp weather, but every time it hurts, there is damp weather ahead. So yeah, the weather guys say it's supposed to be nice till at least Wednesday. Maybe some clouds Monday, but mostly sunny. But then again, the other week I checked the weather before bed & it predicted rain for the next three days. I checked it the next morning immediately after getting up (less than 12 hours later) & it had changed to sunny for the next three days. I don't think they really know too much about what they're talking about.

However, it's bedtime for me. Lest I be cranky at work & all that. Besides, nobody is really online. I'm talking to Daved, but he's only sending minimal replies, with minimal words AND I'm sleepy. So yeah, it's off to bed for Vicky! HOORAY!

Cheers all! No hitting those mooses. The wily mooses (coming back to the emoticon bit, I'd have the winky guy in there)
Vicky Ellen
"Every burned book enlightens the world." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dudes. My Peeps.

Dearest My Peeps,

Hello out there to all my faithful readership. I take to my key board tonight to pen... er... type another blog entry. I cannot say precisely how long it will be, only time can tell that. Whilst I update, I am rewatching the Two Towers, extended edition. It is much louder than most of the movies I watch. I'd rather forgotten that. I actually had to turn it down. I mean, I know that I'm in the basement & the folks are upstairs, over several rooms from me, but that's not the point. I really don't want to wake them up. That'd just be rude. Honestly.

So I got to hang out with Pat tonight. I throughly enjoyed myself too, I might add. We watched Over The Hedge & The Break Up & an episode of The Family Guy. Over The Hedge was still amazing, The Break Up was alright & The Family Guy was stupid as it always is. It's really not my kind of humour. It's alright I suppose & I am pretty sure that I did laugh at it, but that's not the point.

Not that I'm entirely sure what the point is supposed to be. Ah well, it's all good. I got to spend the evening with my Favourite & that's the main thing. AND I thought that tonight was the only night this week we'd get to be together, since we both work tomorrow & Saturday & I work Sunday. However, we both get off at 5 on Saturday, so we're going to get together for awhile then too. HOORAY! *dance of glee* *well, movements of glee, not quite even resembling a dance, in spite of my best efforts*

Ah well, I tryed. That's the main thing.

I just read through an article that somebody wrote bashing JK Rowling. And then I read an editorial that throughly debased the original one. Oi. Honestly! Some people! Okay, to word it properly I read the article defending her first. I then used the links provided to read the original. However. http://www.mugglenet.com/infosection/opinion/fatfem.shtml It is definately an interesting read, that's for sure. Make sure to use the links provided & read the original article too. It's only fair. And also worth a really good laugh. If you can read it & not be appalled at how people can write articles knowing next to nothing about things.

Anyhow, I'm talking to My Jacqui, so I'm headed out for now so I can properly pay her attention. Have a great day!

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Why are you running??" "Because I can't fly!" -Mee Shee Water Giant Movie Quote

Thanksgiving

Dearest My Peeps,

Heylo all. How're you doing this fine evening? I'm quite well, thanks, if you were asking. However, I suspect that you may have already known this. I'm generally always quite well when I blog now. Well, I think I am. I hope I am at least.

I have been really down & stuff for the past week or two & I totally couldn't figure out why. However somebody made the very valid suggestion of PMS. It's generally only right the same week as all that stuff, but who knows? I tend to get more depressed during the fall too for whatever reason, so maybe it was a combination of the two?

Anyhow, I'm doing much better now. Saturday afternoon/evening I was incredibly hyper/giddy. It was almost to the point of creepy/scary. Honestly, I haven't been like that in a REALLY long time. It was definately a flashback sort of experience for me. It was a nice change.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! My folks went to one of my cousins weddings' this weekend. (Weddings galore!) They left Friday, came back Sunday. I ended up going to my Favourite's on Sunday & coming back today. It was a really good umm... well, not exactly weekend, but it was simply splendiferous. We left around 1 or so. When we got to Fredricton (where he's from) we hung out at his folk's place. There was a big turkey dinner. It was really good too. Two kinds of pie AND birthday cake (it was Pat's birthday on the 7th! HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAT!). I had a little bit of everything, of course. Holiday dinners simply do NOT come often enough. (76 days till Christmas!)

After that, we hung out some more. Then we went out & met up with one of his friends. We were going to go to a movie, but she didn't really want to, so we just sat around & talked at Diary Queen. They had icecream, I just had some Pepsi. (I was still WAY stuffed from supper) I did try some of Pat's blizzard though. It was Pumpkin Pie. It was VERY good. Just like the real thing in fact.

So after that we went back to his place & hung out with his sister & her boyfriend and watched a UFC dvd. I was quite surprised to find myself actually liking it. Me. Liking fighting. It was weird. I think it might be because it was real. Wrestling is mostly just a soap opera for men now (nothing personal to Dearest My Peeps who like wrestling) AND it's entirely fake. UFC was actually pretty real. There was some blood & everything. (And yes, the blood was my least favourite part, as I'm sure you expected.)

We went to bed after that. Got up sometime around 10:30 or later. There was a big breakfast. Bacon, Eggs, the whole 9 yards. It was very good. Mmmm. Bacon. Then we hung out a while more & left around 2 or 2:30. His Mum got pictures outside of me & him together and me, him & his two sisters together before we left. I think I might have been making a funny face, but I did make a brave attempt at a real smile. Ah well, time will tell.

On the way home we stopped in Doaktown at one of the little picnicy places. I was getting sleepy because it was so warm & the picnicy place had SWINGS! HOORAY FOR SWINGS! When we got back we stopped by the theatre & picked up tickets for "School for Scoundrels". We went back to his palce for a bit. Watched Tania (his roommate) play Spyro for a while, then we went back out to Blockbuster. I returned my new release movies & then we had Burger King, after which we went to the movie. It was hilarious! GAH! I nearly choked on my rootbeer at LEAST 5 times. At one point I was hacking/laughing and Pat was all like "Are you okay?" I was. It was just awesome. The DVD will be fun, that's for sure.

After the movie I took him home. I wanted to go in, but I knew if I did that I'd stay there for ages, so I went home instead. I resisted temptation & didn't stay out super late. For once. It sure was hard though. I quite sincerely enjoy every bit of time I get to spend with my Favourite. He's an amazing guy. ... I've blogged about this before though, so I'm going to stop. I'll make a brave attempt not to appear obsessive. Brave attempt being the two key words. ;)

On the way home from my Favourite's, I got a verbal warning for speeding. Oi. Well, it is the first time in 3 or 4 months, but still, that's SO not the point. The point is that the ONE TIME I SPEED! THE ONE TIME!!!

I was in a 50 zone. The 90 sign was just ahead. I was starting to pick up speed in anticipation of the 90 sign. The car behind me suddenly flicked on its lights. It was a Cop. As I immediately pulled over, I registered that I was going DEFINATELY over 70, probaboly over 75. It was a 50 zone. If I was 25 over the limit, he could probably have taken my lisence away from me (the fine definately would have jumped a lot anyway).

So, once I was stopped, I turned on my interior light & dug out my insurance/registration from the dash & roll down my window, meaning to be prepared for him. As he walked up I realized that my lisence was in my back pocket. Anyhow, he got to the window. "Hi dear. Do you know what the speed limit is in through here?" I was all like "Yes sir, It's 50 km per hour." So he came back with "Yeah, well I was following you & I was going over 70." Me "Yeah, I registered that fact when I saw your lights flick on & I was suddenly like " (I was getting slightly shrill, & flailing slightly that way I do. If he hadn't cut me off, I'd have starting babbling incessantly, I'm quite sure) He asked for my lisence & registration & insurance. I said "Most certainly" & dug my wallet out of my back pocket, making sure he noticed that I had to move my seat belt to do it properly.

I knew which part it was in. I keep my cards separated by government cards, membership cards, points cards and money cards. I have four holders, so it works well for all the cards. I was digging & got my social insurance. Then my medicare. Then somehow my church membership. (I immediately shoved that back in, hoping he didn't see it & feeling like an utter idiot) And finally my licence. I handed this to him & his radio started making scary noises while he looked at it. I started to hand him my registration/insurance, but he asked me to take it out of the holder. The radio kept being scary whilst I was & he said "I'll be right back!" He dashed back to his car for a minute (with my licence) & came up after a minute or so without his radio. I then handed him my registration & insurance. As he looked them over, he asked me if I had any other vehicle infractions.

"No sir, I do not." So he was all like "Well, I'm just going to give you a warning this time. Slow Down." I came back with "Yes sir, I mostly certainly will." He handed back my stuff & went back to his car, told me to have a good night & drive safe. I answered similarly and then procedded to put my stuff all away again. He shut off his lights whilst I was doing this. I didn't bother putting my wallet back in my pocket. He was waiting for me to move so he could pull a u-ey & go back that other way. I made sure to go exactly the limit the rest of the way home.

As soon as I saw his lights come on, I was immediately all, "Jesus, no. Please not now. I cannot afford a ticket. Please don't let me get a ticket. Jesus please don't let me get a ticket." And so on. When he went back to his car, I was all the same thing quite audibly. Whilst he was by my window, I was praying as hard as I could silently. Well I guess Jesus heard me & took pity on me. It was definately a relief. The most ironic bit is that for weeks on end now I've been trying really hard not to speed. Unless I'm super-uber-craziness late I'm rarely more than 5 over or under the speed limit; I use my cruise control. Even driving to AND from Fredricton yesterday & today I was super careful to go the limit. When I started I was averaging about 10 over. I saw a cop car in the distance, realized what I was doing & slowed up immediately without touching the brake. I made VERY certain to go the limit the rest of the time in the car.

The irony is that the ONE time I speed in AGES and AGES, I almost get a ticket! THE ONE TIME! HONESTLY! It's so... I dunno... just... unfair or something! Definately wrong anyhow.

Anyhow, I'm headed out for now. I am chatting with Patrick on MSN & he deserves my proper attention. Besides, this post is long enough without babbling on more. Have a super dee duper day.

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest." -Mark Twain
(Wow. The irony of the quote. Goodness gracious me!)

Virusey Mania

Dearest My Peeps,

So yeah, one of my parents' computers has contracted a virus. Guess what I'm doing now? Running a through virus scan of MY computer to make sure that the stupid virus didn't jump across the network & attack Jo. Poor old Jo. She's not even fully paid for yet, she can't be sick! I mean she's mostly paid for, but still not entirely! I asked a lad at work & he said that viruses can jump networks, but there's no guarentee that they will. So the folks shut off the infected baby in hopes of preventing it from jumping suddenly & causing an epidemic. It's old anyway & really needed to be reformatted from scratch, so I suppose it's a good thing that it happened. This way they'll have a decent computer to use at last.

I daren't touch the share files in the meantime though. Dad's supposed to be taking the invalid in to a lad tomorrow to have him fixed, so that's all good too.

Not much else is new. I've been invited to Pat's for the weekend. Well, Sunday night & Monday, but still. It's mostly the weekend. The folks are away at a wedding/ anniversary getaway too, so it'll work out nice. I won't have to spend Thanksgiving alone, I'll get to spend it with my favourite & his way cool family. AND my Favourite will get home for a visit, however short it might be. Home is always awesome.

Anyhow, I'm messaging with my Favourite on MSN this very minute, so I'm going to stop blogging & go give him the proper amount of attention he deserves, rather than splitting it between him & something much less important like I am. Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"It's the close encounters of the food kind! SAVE US ALL!" -Anonymous.

Actual Posting This Time

Dearest My Peeps,

I still can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that I actually have peeps. It's just... I dunno... CRAZINESS! *flailing that way I do* More to the point, I have a boyfriend. Me. Maybe you don't understand the full magnitude of this. I have a boyfriend! ME!

I suppose though, boyfriends come and go & aren't necessarily all they are cracked up to be. The amazing bit is precisely who my boyfriend is. The fact that it's him is the important bit. I wasn't (amn't. Sorry, am NOT) the least bit interested in any of the other sops who 'like(d)' me. Honestly! They were (are) sops. They're alright guys, I guess, but defiantely NOT boyfriend material. I lucked entirely out & didn't get an "alright guy, I guess". I got a splendiferious, awesome, stupendously AMAZING guy, I KNOW!, who is DEFINATELY boyfriend material.

Pat & I will have been together for three offical months on October the 10th. I'm stoked. It's great. It's not that I have a boyfriend. That's not the point at all. The point is entirely that the boyfriend is Patrick Thomas Snow.

However, in case my Favourite is reading this (as I know he is, since it delivers right into his email inbox) I'll stop praising him before he gets all flustered. I mean, I know how amazing he is & try to make a point of reminding him of the fact on a regular basis, but I don't need to babble on & on about it. One, it's redundant. Two, I worry that it makes me look obsessive. (Hey, I'm aware that we all already know that I AM obsessive, but I don't need to be that obvious about it. {Only 84 days till Christmas! ;)} I mean, come on now! *innocent-ISH smirk*)

Speaking of which, I'm sleepy. Well, not that I really was speaking of it, but that's alright. I'm MSNing with my Favourite & I want to give him the proper attention he deserves, instead of jumping back & forth between there & here.

So yeah, be safe all. If you haven't been in touch lately, BE IN TOUCH! *glaring vindictively in the direction of those who don't keep in touch properly!* *feeling properly remorsefully guilty for glaring at my dear, preciously important peeps & apologizing most profusely for being so incredibly & awfully mean*

But still, keep in touch. Don't vanish into thin air. Since you're my peep, which ever one you are, you are way to important for that! WAY! My peep! MINE! And MY peeps are NOT allowed to vanish! NOT! NOT NOT NOT! *flailing again*

Anyhow, to actually stop ranting senselessly & do like I said I was going to & go, cheers! Be safe!
Vicky Ellen

"Never put off till tomorrow what you can put off until the day after." -MirrorMask Movie Quote

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