Drive Until You Lose the Road

Isn't he cute? That's Francois. Or Frank, as it were. I met him online, and he's pretty friendly. Can always use a few more friends, especially if they look like Franky. He invited me to come watch him play hockey last night, but I didn't get home til about 9 (his practice was at 10) and I was too tired to go back out. I feel bad, but I'm sure he'll understand. Maybe next weekend I'll go.


I'm not sure where thing with Randy are this morning. I don't consider myself an overly shallow person. First off, I'm nothing super special to look at. Sure, I'm cute and I have great eyes. But not without my faults. However, Randy sent me a picture of himself a while back and it looked as though his teeth were rotting out of his face. I cannot, under any circumstances get involved with someone who doesn't have good teeth. Maybe that's shallow and mean, but c'mon! You have to press your mouth on theirs, and chances are their teeth got like that from lack of proper care, and that means they probably have death breath and a plaque monster growing on the back of their tongue. That doesn't exactly foster a good environment for kissing or even arousal. It's my big turn off. I can deal with crooked teeth (hell I had some til the braces) and as long as your mouth is clean it's not an issue. But...gah. I can't kiss him if they're rotten. I just can't.

Friday, Chris and I went to Miramichi to do some shopping since I had the day off. It was nice to be away from work and not think too much about it. I couldn't get completely away, since we had another one of those "raise" talks. I really hate having that talk, mainly because we've had it before and it's like beating a dead horse. It's bad enough that when I eat their on Sunday when Dad prays, he mentions the raise to God. Sheesh. At least he didn't do that this week. Either he forgot, or they realize I'm growing weary of these talks. Knowing Dad, he probably just forgot.

Got a sweet pair of cord pants and a few new shirts to go along. And finally a black bra! My last one broke and I've been wearing a sports bra since that who "daisyfresh" debacle where I spent a fortune on a bra that felt great the 5 minutes I had it on in the changing room. Only to get home and have it chaffe so bad it made me want to cry, and I had to stick band aids on it just to make it through the day. But this one is my size, lifts and seperates AND hey, no underwire. How great is that?

I wasn't planning on going to Brandy's since I didn't get home til around 9ish. But she wanted to hang out so we did, played a game of Uno Spin, and 3 games of Racko. She totally kicked my ass at that game. All 3 times. But in my defense I was exhausted at that point. We'd only started playing at around 11:30-12 and it'd been a long day. Tysin started screaming and crying, and Craig had to go sit with him for over an hour. And it didn't do much good. I left at around 1:30 when he wouldn't settle down to sleep, and I was tired myself. Headed home, had a hot bath, watched a bit of TV cause the bath woke me up. Didn't end up falling asleep til 3 or 4.

Saturday I didn't do much of anything. I wasn't feeling up to snuff. I slept in til 11:30, but stayed in bed, groggy and congested (still fighting that cold) til around 12. I got up, had something to eat, showered. Did a bunch of housework and then had to lay back down. Sheesh...I feel like all I do is sleep and even then it's not enough. Part of it was the cold and part of it is that I'm just exhausted from my job. Honestly, I think I'm burnt out.

Sunday wasn't much better. I was up early but not doing much. Made pancakes, puttered around the house. Did some chores. I thought about playing WoW but I couldn't muster the energy. I talked with Frank a bit, and I chatted with Brandy on the phone before heading to my parents.

Dad and Chris are going to see my sister and her husband for Thanksgiving (USA). My sister lives in New Hampshire, so they'll spend some time there. Then they'll head to Christopher's fathers home for the holiday. He lives in Maryland and I think Dad is nervous about the drive there. It's about a 12 hour drive from Machester, and you have to go around NYC, Pitsburg and I think Philly. Talk about a drive!! I gave them a Christmas gift for the happy couple. A cutting board made of Canadian Maple, with dove tail sides (not a whole solid piece).
I guess Chrisopher doesn't like to buy inferior stuff, so when my sister asked for a cutting board, he spent $50 on a bamboo one that you can cut lemons on. So, when my sister mentioned that to me, I decided that's what I would get them. Not that she can cook, but meh.

I fell asleep last night rather quick, to my surprise. I slept through the entire night and woke up at 4am before the alarm clock went off. Lately, I've been waking up at 1:30-2am during the week, and then after some tossing, falling back to sleep. Not sure why, exactly, but it was nice to sleep all the way through last night.


Keith PMed me on MSN yesterday morning but I didn't get it when he sent it. Couldn't have been that important if he didn't actually call. I added him back to my msn list to find out what it was, but when I pmed him last night he didn't talk to me. Fine, whatever. I deleted him back off. I don't have time for his little games. After being here this morning, I'm assuming it's the board short in the headphone jack that threw him off. It's annoying, distracting, and somewhat temporary. I'm accustom to it, but then, I've been here almost 2 years now, so...I guess I have that going for me (or against if you prefer haha).

Better get back to the ol' grindstone.

Hope my parents have a safe trip today.