Category Archives: Life

Although I didn’t get any sleep yesterday, it was fun. I stayed up after work, talking to Rian and then watching Moulin Rouge. A little into it, Ashe and her cousin Sammy showed up to decorate but first we went to Coldstone, the new ice cream place. The name reminds me of that one mechanical gargoyle from Gargoyles who used to be a real one. It’s neat because they take basic ice cream and then add ingredients, either what you specifically choose or to make a couple flavours and you watched them mix it all up. Yummy, too, but I got it all over my clothes because I was crazy tired. -chuckles*

We headed back here, with Ashe’s dad’s ladder, and tried to set up the string of bats but it turns out that our front porch is mostly vinyl siding and weird metal trim crap to which we can’t really nail, tack or staple anything. We wound up carving out the Jack O Lantern instead and, as we were doing that, Wendy showed up. It was quite a funny scene with inadequate tools until we finally decided on this curved, pointed, kinda spatula like thing, which did the trick, but we still don’t know what the hell someone would use that for. (I only have it because it’s came with Ashley. -lol*)

Mom, Tim and Piglet finally showed up (we actually just beat them home from our trip to Wal-mart, the Dollar store and a liquidator place by about 5 seconds) and Tim helped us put up the bat lights as well as strings of lights and spider webs. Piglet helped us put decorations in the ground and she helped Ashe finish her french fries. d=

She’s such a cute baby. Mom wanted to run to Trig’s to buy supper so Piglet and I walked to IGA to buy M&M’s which, she informed me, are her favourite candy and she made me run with her because the sign was getting closer. She also pointed out the moon and we said goodbye as we walked away from it on the way back.

Later in the night, she said that she “loves Cole” (and her mommy and daddy) which is the first time she’s said that. Plus, she said she wanted to watch Scooby Doo and picked it out all by herself and told mom she wanted to stay when mom said it was time to go. I miss her already. )=

I should have taken pictures, but she wasn’t wearing a very cute outfit.

Today is my cousin’s birthday and I found out she was having a party last night so I’m planning to go over there later and hopefully it will be fun. My aunt said she wanted a stuffed lamb so Fernie and I looked for one on lunch but couldn’t find one. However, later in the night, Fernie saw a little stuffed sheep which is a shopping card “hugger.” It’s a mini stuffed animal with a kind of necklace for a shopping card but I’m not sure it’s a sheep. This is how the conversation progressed:

Me to everyone else: Hey, is this a lamb?
Them: Let me see, etc.
Deb, holding it: It’s not a lamb
Ashley: It’s a lamb
Deb: No, it’s a sheep
Everyone else: laughter
Me: Deb, you know that a lamb is a baby sheep, right?
Deb, adamantly: No, it’s not!
Diane, holding it: It’s not a lamb, it’s a sheep because this is full grown and sheep don’t have pink (meaning the feet).
Me: And sheep DO?!

Heh.

I work with a guy who is the kind of person one can only handle in small doses.
And I am the kind of person who thinks of other people in those terms.

hearing: Heather Nova – Gloomy Sunday
feeling: tired/horny/sore
wanting: Rian

So I talked to Randy yesterday, and it really was him. We discussed how Patricia stole his MSN account, how their marriage was doomed from the getgo, an “incident” and he confessed the both of them to have their psycho “moments.” It seems they’re both victims and criminals to themselves and eachother. Sad. People do deserve happiness but no one said marriage – or life, for that face – was easy.

Onto another topic, something has piqued my interest in BDSM and D/s again so I’ll probably be spending more time focusing on that and hopefully expanding my knowledge and myself as an individual.

Have a few layout ideas but i’m currently working on the sex section. Time flies more when I work on the site than during any other internet activity so it takes a lot of motivation for me to sit down and work on a few pages. Plus, it’s difficult to organize my thoughts.

The fair is in town and I want to go to a few concerts plus attend wristband day on Sunday which will work out since I have Saturday off.

Rian is now in Japan and I miss him already! I hope communication isn’t too severely severed but I guess we’ll see. )=

Another cashier at work has been telling people about “Poor Nicole” who just married and her husband is “so mean” to her. -lmfao* Poor abused me, eh? I think she just misunderstood when I was talking about Tim being an asshole but, still, she has no right to talk about my personal life amongst others, especially at work and when I work with family members, who knows what will travel at the speed of sound. I’ll try to talk to her tonight, if she’s working.

anyway, I’m tired and since one of the concerts I want to see is tonight, I should sleep.

I might make references to names and places with which/whom you are not familiar but this will probably be a pretty interesting read, so keep going anyway.

Today I recieved an IM from Randy, my ‘ex’ with whom I rarely speak. Why the quotes (which aren’t even quotes?) It was simply an internet thing and while it may have lasted some time, I eventually wisened up. Afterall, being 16 and writing to your boyfriend in prison just doesn’t look good on a resume. He was older, I was smitten. He gave me all of ihs attention and affections and nothing I did could be wrong.

In reality, he was desperate and I was flattered. I thought it was love but realized it wasn’t when he was locked up and cuold no longer give me what I wanted. I ended it and it was difficult because I’d never done that before but I went on, eventually to meet my husband and Randy and I talked infrequently – 1 or 2 phone calls and a few IM’s.

This was up until a couple months ago when he IM’d me. He told me he was getting married and I was nothing but happy for him because everyone deserves the right to be happy, don’t they? A few weeks later he was married and we chatted, or so I thought.

To make a long story short, much (possibly all?) of the time I was chatting with him I was chatting with his wife, Patricia who was pretending to be him because she wanted information. At first, I thought she was just jealous and psycho, as I’d heard from Randy’s and my mutual friends, but I learned otherwise.

She was seeking the truth because she was udner the impression that I have Randy’s twins because.. he told her so. I tried to explain just how impossible that would have been (we’d never met and I was still a virgin until Rian >_>). I did, probably exactly what she expected me to do, and denied everything. Finally, I told her she needed to sort things out with him because they wouldn’t have a happy marriage if they werent honest with eachother.

Now for today: He IM’s but, per usual, it’s her. Trying to be a do gooder, I tell “him” that his wife thinks I have his kids and he needs to tell her the truth because I don’t and I shouldn’t be involved in this drama. This is when “he” comes out and tells me it’s really her, she doesn’t know the truth and they’re getting divorced because of all the lies and because he tried to choke her.

Jesus fucking Christ, man. Hindsight really offers a new vantage point? That could’ve been me! I am so very lucky that I got out of that and ended it, even when he begged me not to. I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes.

Funny how life works out, isn’t it?