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 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!)
