Coming down...

Finally coming down from these few days of craziness.

We took Steffers to the airport today, without tears I might add - we did good. Im such a baby when it comes to people leaving places, Im no robot! I felt the knot in my throat coming when Stef was taking out her boarding pass from that jazzy machine thing. We hugged our goodbyes and walked away, having the memories circulating in my head, thinking "if you cry you f***er, your nose will get red, DONT DO IT" ... if that's not reason enough to not cry, I dont know what is;) This was all before 830am.

Thinking not to cry sure makes a person hungry. John, Sara and I decided some breakfast was in order. IHOP is always a nice place to go. My country omlette did the trick and all the other stuff that comes along with it. There was this cutest little girl there, a mere baby, and she was dressed in pink so that drew my attention right away. Im going to be one of those crazy mommies who dress their girl's in pink. MAYBE we'll get matching outfits and make people cry with disgust. I know one person who will...(cry with disgust)

After I got home, I was like "omg, I feel like death" So I layed in bed for a bit and fell asleep until I was awakened by the phone. It was my boo. Mriss was at work and she wanted to chat. I love it when it's dead at work, you get to use the switchboard(the phone) to your advantage! Anyway, she was going out with her friend Sam and wanted me to meet him. So we went out to Abbotsford to the theatres there and saw White Noise. Creepy movie, not really what I was expecting, don't think I'd see it again. I give it a C++

Im kinda workin backwards here on my days and whats been going on. But I feel the need to fill you people in, because I have been recieving complaints on my lackage of blogage.

Friday Night. Memorable. *rolls eyes* I seem to recall falling down Stef's flight of stairs in her home. My ribs are all out of place and limp ath a glove, preventing me to breath properly, hurts like a son-of-a. Im hoping the sharp pain that goes up my neck and down my arm when I breath in goes away soon. If not, a nice visit to the doctor should be in order. I also passed out in her kitchen, not "mm im tired" pass out, rather, "Guys I feel...like Im going to pass out"...4...3...2..1...out cold. When I came to, I was on my side and remember feeling really scared. Stef and John were at my side. They're good folk. Learn from this kids. If you feel unsure of something, listen to that gut of yours, don't feel you need to do things to impress others or go out of your way to make them happy if it could result in you getting hurt. It'll blow up in your face the next day.

Mmm so thats Friday. Saturday morning was freaking tough to get up for work. ( That sentence really isn't too "grammnatical" but I think you all are capable of knowing what I mean) Needless to say I was not a chipper monkey at work like I usually am - they all noticed - I got comments. I got my dad to drive me into work, I was in no shape to operate heavy machinery. Car = heavy machinery. I wish my till at work = "heavy machinery". I wonder if I could fight that? I'll work on it;) When my day was over, I was relieved. That night John, Stef and I went to dinner. Yum. We had called Sara and Ashlee, but they were both quite under the weather, so they played it smart and stayed in. We went back to Stef's afterwards and realized "shit, the driveway is a lot slipperier (sp?) coming down then it is up" when we had to go back out. It took us I'd say about 10 mins to get the car turned around and situated so it didnt hit the brick wall. Mind you, were were turning the car around with our own hurcules strength. John was in the car navigating the steering while Stef and I pushed the Impala away from the brick wall turning it around to face to road. The three of us also had to do some body checking to get the car to cooperate. What a stubborn Impala:P Though I think it sensed it was in trouble and if it were human, would have been quivering like a frightened kitty, meowing and hissing. Lord knows it sure was hissing

So really. Im beat. I just finished a breve latte from Starbucks and Im hoping it doesnt interfere with my sleeping ability, although Im sure it will smite me. Im excited to sleep in my own bed tonight, though I really cant complain on what I WAS sleeing on. Stef's king size bed in the guest room is heavenly. Even with two people sleeping in it feels like you have to write them a letter and send it express if you want to say something. Its great, I love it.

So Stef..thanks for all the friggin great times. I really hope you'll come back and see us. You make it complete when yer here. I promise to practice the geetar, so when you DO come back, I can show off (ha!) *Plays G, C, D, and Am chords over and over...and over*

Cheers

*Jeez, I started writing this at 1024pm, way to go me* Though I suppose I was doing some other stuff as well, but still, thats ... yeah. Good-friggin-night.