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

Randomness.

Word.

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.

Loss

Dearest My Peeps,
It's too late to be up & I am going to bed very soon. There was a majour accident in Blackville on the morning of Thursday, the 7th. I heard about it this afternoon. Pat's folks & sister had to come up for something and the traffic was being rerouted through the back roads because of the accident the day before. I didn't know at the time who it was, or when it had happened.

It was Katrine Bryenton and her husband. I don't know if that's her last name now, but it's what I always knew her as. She was one of the nicest ladies I can say I have had the privledge of knowing. They didn't survive. Apparently he was driving and had a heart attack at the wheel. The police say that she was trying to steer the car, but quite obviously couldn't do much from the passenger's seat. Two of my aunts & uncles were there too. They'd went to Blackville together & were driving behind them. They couldn't stop in time & slammed into the back of the car. None of my relations were seriously injured, thanks be only to God, but Katrine died in the resultiung crash. Apparently the car slammed into a house and moved it off its foundation some. Nobody in the house was hurt either.

I haven't seen Katrine lately. Last time was a year or more ago in Burger King. She was doing great. She used to go to my church when I was little. She was a good, kind woman. She taught me in Sunday School & treated me just the way I wanted to be treated. She didn't condesend to me, or laugh at me, or patronize me, or anything. She held me to be her equal. EQUAL & she was older than my parents & I doubt I was more than 10!

The world lost a most excellant woman this week. We are all that much more poorly off than we were two days ago. But Katrine's gone home, and it's not likely she suffered much during the transition. So she's better off anyway.

So long Katrine. Until we meet again. I don't know when that will be, but I won't ever forget you in the meantime.
Vicky Ellen Mullin
"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream.
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hooray for crazy wrist issues,

Dearest My Peeps,
So yeah, tonight at work I was standing still for a minute. I went to turn around & cracked my elbow as hard as I could against the edge of a counter that I hadn't realized was as close as it was. So to be polite, OW! It sent shockwaves through my whole arm & nearly knocked me over. My arm has been aching ever since, right in the elbow & down more into my wrist too. Oi. I got my coworker to do cash for awhile & I helped customers on the floor, whilst popping advil every half hour to try to stop the misery. It mostly worked; after 4 advil it mostly stopped to a dull ache. It's not nearly so sore now, thankfully. It left my hand pretty useless for a little while there. I'm already clumsier than normal because of the carpal tunnel and that stupid brace I have to wear. Well, I call it stupid, but it does help, so I do appriecate it.

Not too much is new. I get to see my Pat on Monday. HOORAY! But you already knew that from the last post, at least, I presume you did. If you didn't, well, shame on you for not keeping up to date on my blog. *tsking*

Douglas is coming home again on Monday. He'll be here till Tuesday or Wednesday. He's either going to catch the bus on Tuesday or pay for my gas and I'll drive him down on Wednesday. But he can't catch the bus on Wednesday and still be there in time for work. I think it'll be cheaper if he pays for my gas, but I dunno. We'll find out when he gets here and we have a chance to discuss it.

Anyhow, since I'm msning with Pat, I'm going to stop blogging too. My elbow/wrist is still aching a little from earlier, so I'm going to stop using it so much & save it for him. Nothing personal but a conversation with an actual persaon is WAY more important than chronologing (spelling!) my life for random unknowns, even if they are Dearest My Peeps.

Cheers! Do be safe! Happy day!
Vicky Ellen
"Learn from other people's mistakes; Don't have other people learn from yours." -Unbeknownst

Hooray for ... well... everything.

Dearest My Peeps,

Hooray! Hooray Hooray Hooray! I'm in a very good mood tonight. I'm not entirely sure why, I just am. It was a pleasant shift at work, which was quite nice. I wasn't expecting much, but I was pleasantly surprised.

Not too much is new. Well, some is new, but it's not too much. On the 25th, Pat & his Mum came up to the Miramichi for a visit. Pat had some stuff to do for school & she had some errands to run. So we got together and had lunch. It sure was nice to see them both again. His mother is super nice. As for Pat, well, he's.. Pat. That's enough, that he's Pat. Best bit of the whole subject is that he is coming back for good on the 4th of September. I work that day from 9 till 5, but I'm going over after work to spend some time with him. Hooray! His folks were supposed to be bring him up earlier in the day & then I presume they were headed back to Fredricton. However, he told me last night that they're going to bring him up a bit later in the day & that we are going to all get together for supper. His nanny is up visiting & she's going to be there to & everything. Hooray!!

On a less thrilling note, I was into the hospital on Thursday evening after work. I went to pick up my bookbag after work, so I could go out to the car & well, go home. I thought for a minute that my hand was breaking it hurt that badly. So I switched hands, took my bookbag and went to the car. I couldn't move my hand at all it hurt so badly. I got in the car & put my wrap back on, which by this point was starting to look more like some kind of rag. That's what you get when you buy cheap junk. Junk. But when you can't afford the good stuff, you take what you can get.

So that's all good. I went to pick Mum up at work (she got off at 6 too, so we were travelling together). It was much harder than usual to drive, since I couldn't use my right hand at all. I had to shift into gear with my left hand, & I had set the emergency brake & had to undo that with my left hand. Wow was it ever hard to do. I got it all done though & stopped for Mum. She was waiting for me outside, but there was a girl with her. Mum told me that she was going to go inside to see if the girl's boyfriend was still at work & that she'd just be a minute or two. So I drove around the parking lot & was waiting for her by the door when she got back. She knew my hand was sore & after very little questioning, discovered that I couldn't even flex my fingers from the agonizing pain. She asked if I wanted to go to Emergency, since I couldn't very well do much with my hand in such a state. I answered that I wasn't going to ask her to go wait at the hospital with me after working all day. Honestly, it wouldn't have been nice. I know I worked all day too, but that's not the point. She insisted though, saying that if I couldn't use my hand, I'd better just go in & have it done with.

So in I went. I knew the lady who was doing the recieveing from work, so that was nice. Anyway, Monday through Friday from 6 till 8 there are two walkin clinics in the city, one in Newcastle & one in Chatham, so the hospital wasn't very busy at all. It was great. We were in an out in nearly exactly an hour. Mum read her book & I listened to my iPod. The doctor didn't say precisely what the problem was, but that it shouldn't be anything too serious. He then told me to use cold packs & advil, because the advil should take down both the pain & any swelling inside. He also gave me a prescription for a Carpal Tunnel Syndrome brace & a quality wrap too top it off, in case I couldn't afford the wrap right away. Fortunately Mummy had some money in the bank, so she got me the wrap that very night at our Pharmacy. Hooray! It was $29.99 taxes included, but it works wonders, that's for sure.

Best part of the whole thing is that I had a doctor's appointment the very next morning to have it looked at. Needless to say I called & cancelled; it seemed a little useless to go in to the doctor after having already seen one at the Hospital. Go figure.

It hasn't hurt severely since I've started wearing the brace on a regular basis. It's starting to get pretty tired now, but nothing like the severe pain it was. I've been taking my brother's advice & sitting up really straight (well, straight for me anyway). I've also been taking a different lad's advice & am keeping it parelell to the floor, by letting it lean on my keyboard tray. I suppose, I should do that with both arms, shouldn't I? Honestly, I don't think I could handle having this happen in the other wrist. I might go entirely crazy. The brace is enough to drive a preacher to murder. It nearly completely immbolizes the wrist so I can't use it. It's padded, which is nice, but it gets very hot & sweaty when I do anything, which is all the time that I'm at work. I'm constantly taking it off to adjust it, because it is driving me batty.

I tryed not wearing it off & on today at work, but wow did it ever start to throb in a hurry when I had it off. I do mostly only wear it while I am at work, or doing anything. When I'm home I mostly jsut sit around. I hardly use the hand at all, except when on the computer, so I don't need it as much. I wear that ace bandage that the doctor gave me whilst using the computer. It does help, though not nearly as well. I have it off right now. It must have been too tight; my fingers were going numb & they were absolutely freezing. Hooray!

Hooray is my new favourite word. That last one was absolutely dripping with sarcasm too, I might add. At least it's mostly not sore anymore. It just gets tired an awful lot faster than normal & once it's tired, it's a short step to go to throbbing sore. At least it isn't sharp, stabbing pains anymore. That's another thing, apparently I'm not supposed to lift anything heavy either. That could very well be what brought on the 24th's agony. That afternoon, I put the pop order away at work. Lifting those red crates of 24 bottles of pop is fairly heavy lifting. At the time though, I wasn't aware of the fact that lifting was a bad idea. I mean, I made sure to mostly use my left hand & just use the right one for balancing the crates & stuff, but I still had to use it a fair bit. Go figure. So yeah, it's probably my own (unwitting) fault that it got so bad that evening. Ah well, at least I got the problem addressed.

I was reading up on carpal tunnel online too. Apparently it's caused by frequent repetitive movements of the wrist. It's some kind of nerve in the wrist that gets pinched between some kind of muscles or something. http://www.carpaltunnel.com/ explains it pretty well.

Anyway, I just put the wrap back on & sonce I can't no longer move my fingers enough to typ easily, I'm headed out for bed. Not to mention that it is 3:07 am. I should have went to bed hours ago, not stayed up blogging a book. Ah well, dearest My Peeps are now all up to date concerning my life & what all is new with it. That's the main thing I am sure. Anyhow, happy day. I'll talk to you all later I'm sure.

Cheers! VickEMullin
"Women who behave rarely make history." -Unknown

Ethel & Wilma & New Hooray Stuff

Dearest My Peeps,

So I sent am email to a friend. He told me that I should blog it, since it was a very nice story about my two stuffed panda bears, Ethel & Wilma. So I figure that I better, since I was told too. Besides, it's been ages since I've blogged.

So yesterday evening, I lay down for a 'few minutes'. Dad popped his head in 20 minutes later to get a cd of pictures that I'd borrowed from him & said something about laundry. Then suddenly it was 3 hours later & I was wondering where on earth I was & how in blazes did I get in bed? It was a nice sleep, entirely needed, but incredibly too early.I wasn't up half the night, so that was a bonus. I made it to bed by 3 or so, the usual time & slept right through, except for a few washroom breaks. Just like normal. It was nice, even if I did sleepy again WAY too quickly.

The stuffed panda that my sister gave me for Christmas past had her first bath tonight. I've been trying to be careful with her, so she doesn't get all raggy quickly. My Auntie Ethel gave me a stuffed panda for Christmas when I was four. Being so VERY original, I named the bear Ethel. Speed time forward 19 years to Christmas when I was 23. Ethel is still around. A bit ragged around the edges, incredibly flat & starting to get threadbare in more places than one, but still kicking. In fact, still sleeping with me every single night, generally ending up as a pillow before morning.

That's fine. Every once in a blue moon I would mention how I need to find a new Ethel, before she finally kicks the bucket & I'm left all alone, but I never bothered to do anything about it. Then both siblings came home for Christmas. Hooray! It was the first time we've all been home together in ages. It was nice, barring the big fight about politics.

Anyway, I was unwrapping presents, as are we were, when out of one falls a stuffed panda bear. I set aside the pillow shams that were wrapped around it & pick up the bear. "IT'S ETHEL! SHE'S NEW!" I freaked right out & throughly gave my sister the reaction she wanted, entirely without meaning to. Then when I was calming down again & everybody had stopped focusing their attention on my little outburst, I was cradling my new found treasure gleefully. "Hello Wilma." I said this quietly, intending it only for the bear's ears. However, my sister was sitting
directly beside me & burst to hysterical laughter. Through the cackling I heard something about how she knew it. She should have just put an "Hello My Name is Wilma" sticker on her & had it over with.

Well, she obviously didn't need a "Hello My Name Is" sticker. Wilma was just Wilma, no questions asked. To clarify as to why the name was just what it was, my Auntie's full name is Wilma Ethel Baisley. She goes by Ethel, but her first name is Wilma. When I was a kid, I didn't know this. But as I grew up, I found this out; thus it only seemed fitting to name the new bear the same thing as the old bear. They are exactly the same, excpet that Wilma isn't nearly as old & raggy as Ethel. She's still all plump & not threadbare or ragged at all. I'm out of names though. So in 18 years when somebody else gives me another new Ethel, I dunno what I'm going to name her. Probably Baisl, after the Auntie's maiden name.

It sure was nice to be given a new one though. Poor Ethel; I don't know what I'd do if she really did kick the bucket. She's the only one who has been there with me through everything. I quite literally mean everything too. She's the only one who has never judged me, never picked on me, never made me cry, never ditched me or hurt me or was mean in anyway to me. She did nothing more than uphold me, support me, love me, protect me, listen to me, let me cry on her, be sick on her, laugh on her, and generally be myself entirely with her. She's been getting quite a bit more snarky with age, but that's alright. I have too, so what can I really say? "Stop being snarky at me when I'm snarky at you?" Honestly. That'd just be hypocritical & that's one thing I try my hardest not to be.

Wilma is a great cover, a great ... replacement? That's not the word I'm looking for, but it will suffice. Ethel (and my baby blankie, the last blankie my paternal grammie ever knitted) have FINALLY been retired to a shelf. She's in the corner with a picture of my cat on her knee & a couple pictures of important friends/family around her. It's my little "Ethel" sanctuary, though she doesn't always get to stay there. If I'm having a really rough go of it, she comes back out of retirement for a few days until I can deal on my own again, but she's been there pretty steady now for at least 6 months. Considering that I had a hard time going just a night without her before, I'm quite proud of myself.

And now that I've made you all aware of exactly how needy I really am, I'm going to change the subject before I frighten you all away. So I'll fill you all in on what's all new with me. Not that it's anything that great or exciting, but that's fine. I think it's exciting. Well, some of it is exciting at least. Not all of it I'm sure, but some.

The bit that isn't exciting is that I hurt my wrist. I'm not sure for sure what I've done exactly to you, though I do have a basic idea. I was slouched at my computer talking on MSN Saturday evening when this sharp, shooting pain suddenly started in the base of my wrist, in line with my middle finger. It hurts worse when I moved my fingers around to type, so I started moving the whole hand instead, but wow that tired my arm out pretty quick. I was talking to my brother on MSN, so I asked him about it. He said that it sounded like carpal tunnel syndrome and told me to stop slouching, that should help some. SO I sat up straight, in spite my desperate dislike of it & low & behold, it actually did help.

Since then I've been wearing a wrap on it (just when it hurts too bad to deal with) & trying to stay sitting straight whilst using the computer. Wow it's some hard to do, but soembody jsut suggested something that makes it a bit easier. He told me to keep my arms parallel to the floor & that should help too. So I shoved my keyboard further back on the tray thing & have my arms resting on the desk tray, instead of angled in front of it. I think it might be helping too, but I don't really know. It's not that sore right now, since I already have the wrap on. I'm going to start using it like this all the time though & maybe it'll stop hurting me.

I do have an appointment to see the doctor about it on Friday, so maybe he'll be able to fix me. Well, she. My family doctor is a guy, but occasionally he'll get young doctors in to help him. Usually they're ones that have finished their schooling & just need their work experience before they graduate. Occasionally he'll even ahve in the ones that are still in school, but almost done. They'll do the exam & stuff, but can't write the presciptions or anything. It's a good setup. Not to mention that the waiting time drops by about 2 weeks when he has one of them in. It's great. It can be up to 3 weeks from when you call in to when you get an appointment. It's sad really, but he's busy too, with lots of patients, so it's a little udnerstandable. He does volunteer at the free night clinic & he does emergency room at the hospital sometimes too, so he is a busy man.

Onto more jouyful news, the stomach yucky is gone away. Hooray hooray hooray! So that's good. And even more joyful news, I get to see Patrick on Friday too! Hooray! He has to come up for loan stuff, so we're going to get together for food whilst he & his mum are up. I'm incredibly looking forward to it. His mum is great & Pat is... well... there aren't enough adjectives to describe Pat. I'll settle for splendiferious. Pat is splendiferious. AND he's coming back for good (well more for good anyway) on the 4th. I even can go over & see him that night since I only work till 5. That'll be really nice.

And I'm off on the 3rd, so I should be able to get to bed at a decent hour that night so I won't be played out & do something evil like fall asleep on his couch or something. And the 3rd is the day for the 70th anniversary celebrations at the church, so I'll be able to make that too. Hooray! I really want to go, but I thought I was working. I'm off, so I can go. Isn't it spiffing? Simply spiffing.

Anyhow, I'm headed out for now. My wrist is still sore, & though the wrap & sitting up straight & leaning on the table turns it into more of a dull ache, I want to save my typing efforts for my MSN message with Pat. So happy day! Cheers! Be safe, dearest My Peeps.

Vicky Ellen
"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step." -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Goodbye stomach yucky!

Dearest My Peeps,
I think the stomach yucky is gone. My head is killing me, but other than that I seem to be pretty much back to normal. My head was killing me Saturday to though, and then the stomach yucky attacked on Sunday, so watch out Tuesday. I can't be sick though. I just can't be. So yeah, *knock on Scripture* I'm back to normal.

The knock on scripture is a play of knock on wood. When the knock on wood started, they were knocking on the wood to call out the spirit of the wood to save them from whatever evil might harm them. Well, I know that there is no spirit of the wood, but there is definately the Spirit of God. Since God uses his word (ie: Scripture) to speak to us, I knock on Scripture rather than on wood.

With a good night's sleep I should be pretty much back to normal. On a plus side, I lost approximately 5 pounds in around 24 hours. That's something. Not healthy I'm sure and it'll probably all be back within a couple days, but still. Not that I want to be sick, and I definately can't afford to be, but that's a great side effect. Honestly. I try and try and never manage to. Then when I stop trying it just sneaks up on me. It's great.

I've also been drinking less pop and the doctor told my father that if you want to lose weight, stop drinking pop & you'll lose at least 10 pounds in a week or two. I've been trying to drink more juice. On pay day I'm going to get some Gatorade. Not that I like it very much (I don't know if I do or not, I've never had it) but the bottles are awesome. I can start taking water and juice to work instead of pop with those bottles. They're simply splendid.

So, there're only 10 days till I get to see my Pat again. I'm incredibly looking forward to it I might add. He's coming up on the 25th to do some loan stuff & give out some resumes. I've managed to get it off (surprisingly enough) so we're going to get together for lunch or something while he's here. His folks will be with him, but that's cool too. They're really very nice and I like them alot. It's not hard to see how Pat turned out to be such an incredible person with parents like that.

Anyhow, I'm headed out for now. I jsut stopped by to reassure dearest my peeps that I am going to be okay. I figure you all knew that anyway and weren't overly concerned, but I didn't want to run the risk of causing you all to worry. It's not my place to do that to anybody, especially not to dearest my peeps. Seriously. You're all more important than that.

Take care! God bless! Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." -Movie Quote, Akeelah and the Bee

Scary, EVIL stomach yucky.

Dearest My Peeps,
So I'm not dead. I figure that you probably knew that much anyway. My poor stomach is having a field day lately though. I really don't know what I did to upset it either. I've not eaten anything out of the ordinary, I've not been doing anything all that different. I figure it must be some weird kind of stomach flu/bug or something.

Yesterday around 3 or 330 I went to the washroom. Everything seemed fine. Then 15 minutes later I went again. And promptly every 10 or 15 minutes after that for several hours. In that time frame I took 2 pepto pills everytime I went, so in under two hours I exceeded the safe dosage for two days and it DIDN'T HELP! SAVE US ALL! Well, save me anyway. So the lad who opened at work (9 am) told me that if I could get somebody to take their opening shift today, they'd stay till close for me. I was all like, "What!? Are you sure!??? I'll tough it out, it'll be okay.." But they insisted. They would have let me try to tough it out but they figured that maybe the employee working should be able to do stuff & not leave the other employee mostly alone all evening. So I called around and somebody else agreed to cover today's open shift & the other lad working last night agreed to cover tonight's close shift, since that's when the guy who was taking on the open was supposed to work.

So it worked out well. I came home, spent a good portion of my evening in the bathroom. Dad has a home remedy that's supposed to work after one cup. Take half of a package of jello, mix it in with half a cup of hot water (to dissolve the crystals) and half a cup of cold water (to be able to drink it without scalding yourself) and then drink the entire thing down without stopping until it's gone. Yeah. Well, at least jello tastes alright.

So I've had enough remedy that I should never have this issue again. Hopefully not this week anyway. I work everyday straight through Saturday. Then Saturday afternoon my childhood friend Candace is getting married. She'd beat me senseless if I missed her wedding. Honestly. Go figure. We've been friends since the age of 3. She turned 3 in March, we met in April, I turned 4 in May. All through childhood & high school we hung out. Our parents were friends too & that helped. Until the age of 11 or 12, we were mostly always together. One lady who moved to our church thought we were twins. We def. didn't look alike (I'm fair to the point of sickly sometimes & she's naturally tan) but twins don't always look alike. In fact, they don't usually look alike, according to statistics.

Anyhow, I'm headed out for now. Hopefully that evil stomach yucky will go away. I can't afford to be sick, in more ways than one. Honestly! Car everything renewal time is less than a month away. I need to be able to gey my insurance down payment... and my inspection... and my registration... and all that stuff that makes it legal to drive Pinky. And I definately need to be able to drive Pinky. I can't work otherwise, what with both parents working full time hours too. It just isn't doable for 3 people to work 30 to 40 hours a week with one car. Especially when one works 10 minutes in one direction, the second 15 mintues in another direction and the third 15 minutes beyond the 2nd.

So, to stop babbling needlessly and go properly have an msn conversation with my Pat, have a great day my peeps. Do be safe! Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Bolonga: the retarded cousin of steak."

Month-iversaries

Dearest My Peeps,
So, today is offically my month-iversary with Pat. We're 11 months shy of an anniversary, so I made a word that works for this important day.

*trying to sound casual, the slight tremor of badly suppressed glee giving me away*

YAY!!!!!! Yay for Pat! Yay for me! YAY for us! YAY YAY YAY!

And since I'm talking to Pat on MSN *happy dance* I'm going to go and do that instead of typing here. It's much more fun & interactive & important.

Ciao my peeps. Be safe! Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Save the world! It's the only planet with chocolate!"

I haven't died. Honestly.

Dearest My Peeps,
No I haven't died within the past few weeks. I haven't been blogging hardly at all, but I really didn't die. I hope to goodness that wasn't a very big concern, but hey, I can never be too careful. I wouldn't want to cause you all to have some great big worry fit.

Not too much is new. I'm leaving on the 1st of August to go to Salisbury for a few days. Then I leave there on either the 3rd or 4th to go to Grand Manan. I'll leave the 3rd if you can use debit on the island for the boat. If I can't use my debit card to get on the boat, I'll leave the 4th (pay day) so I can get cash out over here on the mainland. I know they don't have a Royal Bank on the island at all, that's why my sister switched banks. It was too hard to use a bank that you can't go to unless you take a 1.5 hour boat ride & then drive another hour. Go figure.

Anyway, she gets married the 5th. Then I'm leaving there the 6th, probably on the 11 o'clock ferry and heading home through Fredricton. *gleeful dance, stopping so I don't hurt myself*

The gleeful dance is because of who is in Fredricton that I will get to see. It'll have been exactly 4 weeks since I've seen Pat and goodness I had forgotten how slow time can go when you are looking forward to something. Well, in this instance, someone. There're still 5 weeks to go before he's back up for school again too. Oi. Well, I'll see him next week, and then he has to come up for a day on the 2nd last week of August to do some registration and papery stuff, so I'll see him then too.

It works out that I'll see him once every two weeks until he comes back anyway. I'll take what I can get I suppose. I do like him so. Pat's just so... incredibly awesome. I'm very looking forward to September, let me tell you.

However, I'm headed out. It's 2 am and I am sleepy. Have a great .. umm... well, I'll say week to cover myself. Goodness knows when I'll think to be back again. Honestly. I'm such a bad blogger. I'm sorry if I am a disappoint to you dearest My Peeps. It's entirely unintentional, I assure you.

Have a great night. Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Never fight an inanimate object." -P. J. O'Rourke

Blogging Excitedly

Dearest My Peeps,
I wanted to come on last night to blog excitedly. In fact I had the window open and everything. But then it started to rain. So me being who I am, I ran outside to bask in the heavy, drenching, pouring rain. Whilst I was basking in the rain, before if started to ease up, there was this loud "BANG!" & for a split second it was as light as the middle of the day. I waited till the heavy rain eased up (me being who I am) and went to turn off my important eletronics & unplug their power bars.

I thought of you all though, dearest My Peeps. I'll probably even blog a semi-normal blog in my old blog at Xanga. Yuppers. *GLEE* So, you'll all remember Pat, right? I sure hope so as I've mentioned him on a regular basis. At least once in every post so far.

Yes, well, you could also probably have concluded that I really like him. If you had concluded thus, you would have been right. Anyway, this past weekend I went to visit my brother, and in turn, Pat, owing to the fact that they live in the same city for the summer. Anyhow, we've been seeing each other for awhile, but it wasn't offically dating or anything.

It's offical now! Pat's my boyfriend!

That's not the main point though, the fact that I have a boyfriend. That's far from the important bit. I would have stayed single for years if need had arisen. The IMPORTANT bit is that my boyfriend is Pat. *MORE GLEE* It wouldn't do to have just any old lad for a boyfriend. No sir. He needs to be someone special & important. Not just special & important, because I'm sure there are other special & important guys somewhere in the world. It needs to be Pat. And it is! And I have his permission to blog excitedly about that fact! And tell everybody I know about that fact!

Not that I necessarily need permission, but it's only polite to ask before you go raving to every person of importance in your life. Somehow though, I've only told 4 people. My mum, my brother, my Jacqui & my friend Patti. She's home for a few days, visiting from Perth, Ontario. It's near Ottawa, only on the far side I think. I want to tell everybody, but somehow I never seem to be able to work it into the conversation. I've been trying though, you can be sure of that. And when I take it into my mind to do something, well, you can bet that I will get it done!

Thus, the world will know that I have a boyfriend. And much more importantly, it's Pat. *GLEE* *considering a happy dance, but not wanting to scar My Faithful Peeps for life*

However, it's 12:34 and I need to go get ready for work. I work at 2 and it's a half hour drive. I still need to get dressed (I'm already showered) & eat & get my stuff together & make sure I have the ASM book to take in with me & all that fun stuff.

So have a super day. Be safe & all that. I'll be back sometime I'm sure.

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"All people are born alike - except Republicans and Democrats." - Groucho Marx

Home again.

Dearest My Peeps,
So this is me, being home again. It's always nice to come back after having been away. At least, that's what I remind myself when I have to come home but don't really want to.

I had an excellant weekend. I went to one of my brother's friend's going away parties with him at Boston Pizza. It was pretty nice. Then I went home and read for a while before bed. Sunday morning I went to church at the Fredricton PAOC (Pentcostal Assemblies of Canada) with Douglas. It's where he attends, not to mention that when I manage to not have to work Sundays, it's what I attend, only here instead of there, since I don't live there. Go figure, eh? I doubt many people would want to drive two hours each way just to go to church on Sunday. Especially not when there's one not even five minutes down the street from them.

Anyway, then we went out to Burger King for lunch with Doug's roommate Shane and two girls from the church. After that, we went back to the apartment, I went on MSN to see if Pat was there & they watched the World Cup. After I talked to Pat for a while & we settled on a time, place and all that stuff for getting together, I had an hour nap. Then I freshened up and met Pat at five.

We went back to his place and I got to meet his folks. They're very nice, and he tells me that they liked me well enough too, so I'm pleased. They remind me alot of my folks actually. That is quite a compliment too, considering that I have a great deal of respect for my parents, not to mention affection. Then we went to the movie. Pirates of the Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest. Wow it was an awesome movie! WOW! It's probably a good thing I have somebody braver than myself with me, it was throughly action packed, but that's fine. It doesn't take much to be braver than me really.

(Short aside: If you watch the movie, make certain to tough it out & sit through the credits. There's this incredibly awesome scene at the end!)

But man, if I can ever get my hands around the necks of the powers that be, there are going to be some seriously hurting people! WHY DO THEY HAVE TO MAKE SUCH GOOD MOVIES HAVE SUCH CLIFFHANGER ENDINGS!? And the last one doesn't come out till NEXT YEAR! THE CRAZINESS! CRAZINESS I Say, CRAZINESS!!!! SAVE US ALL!

Sorry. I'll stop screaming now. (Stupid gits! <-In reference to the powers that be) Anyway, when the movie was over, we went to Mexicali Rosa's (I'm not sure if that's spelt right) for supper & then back to his place to watch "MirrorMask". The remote was in his sister's room & I think she was sleeping, so we didnt' get to watch the special features, but that's alright. I was concerned with the company than the movie. And it was most excellant company I must say. Most excellant indeed.

Anyhow, I'm heading out for now. I'm talking to Pat and Douglas and Tania on MSN, so I'm going to go and give them my full attention, like I should have been all along. Have a super day!

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Men must think, for when a man thinks, hell trembles." -Albert Schweitzer

Fredricton at last!

Dearest My Peeps,
Here I am in Fredricton at long last. The last two weeks seemed to just drag on forever, but I'm here now. And all too soon I'll be going home again. That's the one problem with looking forward to good times. The good times get over WAY too fast and leave you with little more than fond memories. Not to knock on fond memories, they are entirely awesome in their own right after all.

Speaking of fond memories, there are several about to be made this evening. Pat and I are going to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest and then out for food of some sort after. I'm incredibly excited about the whole thing. I mean, YAY! Movies, food AND incredible personage all in one fell swoop. It just works out so well.

I went to church with my brother this morning. It's the first time I've been in ages, what with almost always working Sunday. It was very nice. I'd forgotten how much I tend to miss it when I don't get out on at least a semi-regular basis. Ah well, life tends to go on in spite of all that. And it's not like going to church is the basis of my salvation either. It's nice, recommended and helpful, but not required by any stretch of the imagination. To be honest, it's quite a good thing going to church isn't what saves a person. I'd be going to hell in a bobsled if that were the case and I'm very NOT keen on the idea of hell. Eternal raging heat, not to mention the separation from God, friends & family. God being the most important of the three, obviously. Friends & family have to tie for 2nd, since I love them all as if they were family. It's just the way I am. Once I am your friend, you're pretty much stuck with me. You'd have to hurt me pretty bad to make me back off & even then I'd still be there if you needed help.

Anyhow, I'm headed out for now. I'm talking to Pat on MSN & considering having a nap before we get together tonight. Have an awesome day out there in the land of make-believe.

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Truth has no special time of it's own. It's hours is now - always." -Albert Schweitzer

Coming back to a certain topic of Import

Dearest My Peeps,
Howdy hey out there in the land of make believe. There isn't really all that much new. I'm talking to Pat on MSN for the first time in a few days and that's super nice. I was playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 (and doing pretty aweesome, I might add) for a while, but I stopped when I realized that he had came online. Throughout the whole thing I've had Monster's Inc. playing in the background. It's just getting over, but I still have a couple of the shorts to go through. Mike's New Car and For The Birds. It's been ages since I've watched it after all.

But coming back to a certain topic of Import ;), Daddy is home from the hospital. It was definately a mini-stroke. They ran a few tests, are going to run more & are switching up his medicine some. So hopefully it's all good. He's also getting in to see the specialist at the end of the month. That's really super awesome, it normally takes forever and a day to get into see a specialist. It's partially to do with the fact that he's had to see this specialist before. Hopefully this time the lad can fix him so he doesn't break again. MY DADDY! MINE! NO BREAKY! *jabbing bear in the ribs* Ironically enough, after I typed in "bear" the preview for "Brother Bear" came on the TV. That's really cool.

Anyhow, I'm headed out. Treasure Planet will be starting up soon & I'm still talking to that totally awesome guy on MSN. He's so cool. AND I get to see him on SUNDAY! Only 2 full days away! TWO! *tacky happy dance*

So, this is me, leaving, before I scare you all away with my dancing. HAve a super day out there in the land of make-believe. Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"What is it with men and asking for directions!?" -Dori, from Finding Nemo

Various Things Of Import

Dearest My Peeps,
It's been a little while since I've been by. Not a whole awful lot has happened since then, but at the same time, it's been craziness.

To start with, I'm working approximately 40 hours a week, give or take a few here and there. That's more than enough to be considered steady. Then the 23rd, 24th and 25th, I went to Grand Manan for my sister's bridal shower. It was very nice & I was definately stoked to get to the ocean, but it was still great to come home again. I think that might be the very best part about travelling. The fact that you get to come home again.

Then yesterday afternoon the most wonderful thing in the whole world happened. My father had another mini-stroke. I mean, YAY! *doing a little dance*

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

If you didn't catch the strong sense of sarcasm, well, let's just say I'm not best pleased about that fact. He is not ALLOWED to be sick. NOT ALLOWED! *jabbing that bear with all my might* MY DADDY! NO SICKY! MINE MINE MINE!

He is mostly alright though. He's in the hospital for a few days. They want to run some tests to see if there're blood clots or anything. I sure hope they can figure out what's wrong at last. It has been awhile though, so that's saying something. They are going to change up his medications some. Maybe that'll help too?

On a much more positive note (no sarcasm at all this time) I'm going to Fredricton to spend time with my Douglas this weekend. I'm off Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Sunday evening I get to spend time with Pat, watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. I'm incredibly excited I might add. I mean, yeah, I've been looking forward to the movie ever since I saw the first one, but that's entirely beside the point. I could see that here, or even wait till the DVD if I had to. The movie is just a little extra gravy is all. Or maybe it means that I have my cake, and get to eat it too, icening and all? Anyhow, I'm super stoked about hanging out with Pat. It's going to be a splendiferious evening, I quite assure you all.

Anyhow, that's just about it. Daddy's out a lisence for the time being because of the mini-stroke and I'm going to Fredricton to hang out with my brother and totally awesome friend. I think it just about balances out in the end. I mean I know Daddy should be fine & I know that I'm going to have a super weekend, so yeah. Life goes on, much as it has this past age. (I dunno if that's from Frodo, Bilbo or Gandalf. It's a Lord of the Rings movie quote anyway.)

Have an awesome night/day/time till I type to the world of make-believe again. Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Life is a tragedy for those who feel & a comedy for those who think." -Jean de la Bruyere

Bye bye Pat! YAY for kitties!

Dearest My Peeps,
Howdy hey. How's everything out there in the land of make believe? I hope all goes well for you this day of June 23rd.
So yeah, Pat's headed home for the summer. He leaves tomorrow after his grad. I sure am going to miss him. However, it is only two months. Not to mention that I will see him at least once over the summer. I'm going to spend a weekend with Douglas (my brother)(I need permission before giving out Douglas's link. Sorry My Peeps) who lives in Fredricton (unless his roommate objects & I can't really foresee that being a problem). Whilst there, Pat and I are going to see Pirates of the Caribean (spelling!): Dead Man's Chest. I am incredibly looking forward to it too, let me tell you.
On a different note entirely, My Jacqui got two kittens today! *GLEE* Brother and sister. She named the boy Yale and the girl Ivy League, Ivy for short. *GLEE* She'd better blog about them too! *pointed glare in M.J's direction* Someday I will have my own precious again. Someday!
Anyhow, I'm headed out for the time being. I'm going to have a game of chess with Pat in Yahoo Games, then I should get to bed since I'm headed out in the morning for Grand Manan. Just till Sunday or so. I work Monday at 4, so I can't stay longer even if I wanted to. It's all good. I'll be back again in August for Valerie's (my sister)(I don't think she has a link at all, sorry My Peeps) wedding, so it's all good. This is just the wedding shower. I'm still looking forward to it though. Yup yup yup. I just love the ocean so. It's just so incredible.
Happy day! Vicky Ellen
"Love takes up where knowledge leaves off." Saint Thomas Aquinas

Evil scary monsters

Dearest My Peeps,
Honestly, I really wonder what God was thinking when He made spiders to look so blasted scary! I got home from work, finished my book, went to go to my room and there was this huge evil spider sitting on the second last step going downstairs. It was at least as big as a twoonie. I mean, I want to say it's as big as my hand, but that'd definately be crazy exageration.
Since the folks were in bed and it was nearing 2 am, I was left to fend for my poor terrified self. I fetched the can of Spider Blaster Raid and started back down the stairs. I stepped on the squeaky stair and suddenly the stupid thing was gone! Well, obviously not stupid, it knew some predator was out to get it, but still! So I ventured down the stairs, quickly, hardly able to make myself keep going. I looked all around (from a suitable, SAFE distance) but couldn't see him. So I went back up the stairs, quickly, still frightened, and from above, gave the bottom four stairs a throughal spraying. I went back upstairs, got my juice & book and started back down.
The poor guy was feebly crawling back out (the stairs were damp with spray & it's really strong stuff, supposed to keep working for up to two weeks), so of course I felt horribly guilty. I went back up, put my juice down, got the spray again and ventured back to see. I couldn't quite brave walking by him when he was still up to scuttling, so I jumped off the steps and ran a few feet away.
Then I watched him for a minute, trying to decide if he was dead. I went closer and gave him a real good spray, because he was still trying to move. Then I gave him a nother just to be on the safe side. I mean, I'm terrified of the beasts, but I don't want to make them suffer. That's just mean and I don't hate them after all. They provide a very valid and necessary service. I just don't want to see them, or know of their location or existance. In this instance, ignorance IS bliss. Bliss I tell you, BLISS!
Never should have watched Lord of the Rings. Honestly. I don't remember being so throughly terrified of them when I was little. I didn't like them, made somebody else dispose of them, but they didn't leave me feeling so shaky after an encounter with them. Ah well, it's all good. He's definately dead now, I left a message for my father to give him a proper burial at sea, and it's all done.
Besides, I'm talking to Pat on MSN and he makes everything okay. I find it very hard to be upset when I'm with him. I mean, I know I'm not with him in the true sense of the term, but it's still Pat and we're still talking to each other, so it'll do.
Now my left upper chest, nearing my shoulder is all sore. Probably that jump from the 5th or 6th stair up. I'm pretty sure it can't be the spray, since it's at the other side of the basement AND my window is wide open. Besides, it's not that it hurts to breathe or anything, it's jsut a dull ache, sorta in the muscles. I'm just not used to the physical exertion I suppose. Go figure, I'm such a couch potato. A regular spud I be. Regular indeed.
Anyhow, I'm headed out. It's almost 2:30 and since I work at 2 tomorrow I should get to bed. Sleep off the fright, mostly likely with a light on, just in case I have a scaredy attack because of some little noise or something. The dark is nearly as bad as spiders. At least when it's light you can see what moves and where it is and all that. When it's dark, you can't see anything. You have no warning if something is creeping up behind you, ready to grab/bite/be mean to you. So I suppose, in theory, it's not the dark that I'm afraid of, it's the scary beastly monsters that hide in it.
However, bedtime is a bad time to think about all that, so I'm stopping now. Thanks to Pat for helping smooth out my rumpled spirit. I'll talk to you all again later.
Cheers! Vicky Ellen
Imagination has brought mankind through the dark ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. L. Frank Baum
(PS: Sitting quietly has resulted in a complete calming down, so I'm no longer sore. Just thought I'd let you all know, in case you happened to want to worry. Not that I can quite think anybody would worry about me, but I never can tell after all. It's better to cover my bases and make sure that I don't cause anybody undue stress. Cheers again! VE)