Fat Bastard II

I drank an entire bottle of Fat Bastard, a charming white wine. Although, considering that I drank the entire bottle by myself (in one sitting) it probably isn't too important whether it is "charming" or not.

My snack of choice was Goldfish crackers. That's right, I was drunk and eating John's snacks.

What? He was in bed. And it was on the weekend.

Dawna sent John (& I'm assuming Steven) some cheater chopsticks (blue, green, red & yellow). That's a huge lobster on top of the gigantic plastic chopsticks.

Fat Bastard

Sometimes I hate Internet Explorer. I just typed a post and tried to cut and paste for formatting and it deleted everything. EVERYTHING.

I took a couple of days off from work. Beautiful. So relaxing and spending some quality time with John.

We took the train.

And then we went to the Science Centre.

And then we went to the Zoo.

It was probably one of the best days that I've had in a long time. A long, long time. Definitely was good for the soul.

Blind Side

We're watching this movie right now.

It's killing me. I think my heart is breaking.

Why?

Why do the crazy people like to sit beside me on the train?

WHY?!?!?!?

Ghost Whisperer

I don't know why I keep watching this show. I cry every single time.

It's not even a particulary good show anymore.

Sometimes it feels good to cry.

Happy Birthday Mom

I've been out of touch lately. I just haven't had the energy to blog. I haven't had the motivation to blog. There's nothing wrong. Nothing in particular but rather I just don't have the thoughts.


It's weird.


I love to journal. I love to blog. But it's simply not there anymore. I'm not sure if I'm in a good place yet. I'm getting there but believe me, it's been a long, long haul.


I've been trying to compose an entry for the last month. I've been working on this entry for over a week. I'm not sure why I can't put my thoughts to paper. Possibly because I'm not sure what my thoughts are.

Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you.