Stuff & Nonsense, the stuff of the life of me.

Dearest My Peeps,

Howdy hey out there in the land of make believe. How goes it this fine night?? I'm doing quite well. I was maybe going to go to Pat's after work, and that didn't work out, but I suppose it's okay, mostly because it has to be. I've been working mostly days, so Mum and I have been travelling together. She got in the car tonight & asked if I was up for eating out. Of course I was up for eating out! She asked if I had any suggestions. Of course I immediately thought of Dairy Queen. It's been so long since I've eaten there. It was very good. I've discovered that I like Burger King poutine better, which almost seems like blasphemy, but ah well. It's all good.

Then we came home & I promptly had a pretty dose of the runs. Honestly. It wasn't even a half hour later. Well, I guess that old lady from church was right. She said that she could "never eat at Diarrhea Queen, the awful place". I can see her point. It's great food, and worth the pain once in a while, but not on a regular basis. It's the only place I am guaranteed to have problems after I eat there. If I frequent other fast food joints too often they tend to cause the same problems. But if I moderate properly, there's nary a concern. Dairy Queen doesn't matter how much I moderate. Tonight was the first time in at least 3 or more months since I've been there. Still, it was good. They actually give a decent amount of pickles when you ask for pickles on your grilled chicken. Burger King is cheap & only puts two on it. Ah well, c'est la vie. The fact that I can eat fast food as often as I do says something & I really shouldn't been complaining about it.

Honestly, it seems almost sacrilegious. God has blessed me with so much & I whine that I want more. It's disgusting, that's what it is. I don't need more stuff. I don't need more food. I get lots. I don't need more clothes. I have lots. I could definitely use a new pair of black dress pants for work, but I don't need them. I have 2 or 3 pairs of khaki coloured men's pants that I COULD wear if I wasn't so fussy. I have been wearing one of them on a semi-regular basis lately. But I just don't like them. I don't feel pretty in them. Honestly. I want to wear girl's pants that flatter what little figure I have. I don't want to wear men's pants & feel masculine. I'm not masculine, so I shouldn't have to feel like I am.

On a side note, lest I venture into areas of self-deprecation forbidden me by both Pat & Jacqui, (the smarties, I really need to listen to them more), I just discovered the spell check feature of blogger. It's great! I don't' have to worry so much about backspacing to fix my typos. I just have to hit the spell check button & it highlights my mistakes for me. Then when I click on the highlighted word, it gives me a list of appropriate options. It's amazing! Mostly. If I "hte" instead of "the" it doesn't give me "the" in the list, but it still highlights it, so it's still great.

Anyhow, I work at 9 am, so I'm headed out for bed. It's only 10, but I've been trying to get a decent night's sleep lately, so it's not so hard first thing in the morning. Let's just say it's a good thing that if I open it's usually alone.

So yeah, happy day! Cheers!
Do be safe!
Vicky Ellen

"Some people don't hesitate to speak their minds because they have nothing to lose." Krystle 'En' MacDonald.