Lies and more lies

I am so paranoid. Life just never wants to work properly for me. I want to be happy, I want to live without stress, I want to know I am special and loved and needed and adored but its obviously too much to ask. I have discovered things about "us" that I don't really know that I can live with. The talking has taken us in directions that are totally different then what they were before. Its like I'm living with this man I don't even know, he told lies to keep me happy to make me feel welcome to pull me in, then once I was in and my heart was entangled the web of deceit started to shamble to pieces in the breeze. He's not who I thought he was and the big question for me now is do I want to be with the man he is? Do I want to live and have kids and make a home with this utter and complete stranger? I know that I love him, but do I love who he was or who he is? thats the hard question for me. We want different things in life, all of a sudden he doesn't believe in marriage, when we first met he was the one who talked all the time about making me his wife... it used to make me freak out but I got used to the idea when I realized how much I was involved with him and how my heart felt about him... only to have the blindfold pulled off of my eyes and to discover that he didn't want any of that he doesn't know if he even will. He doesn't know if he wants to have kids because of the financial burden... I feel if you want kids you have them because you want to pass on your genes to another human. You become a better person when you have children, you learn, you love, you laugh and you live to be a parent. I want that, he does... but there are hurdles and road blocks to it... there shouldn't be. If you love the person and want to have children with them... thats all that matters everything else you work on to make it work. I want a dog. He has just realized that he hates dogs. However when we met he wanted a duschand (weiner dog), we used to talk about our dogs playing together and how we would get a cat just to keep them company while we were at work. Now all of a sudden... I'm selfish cause I want a dog and I'm going to get what I want... from day one I told him my intentions and I haven't changed, never will. He's decided if I want one then I can live by myself with one, but yet he still wants to be with me... just not be with me because I would have a dog? WHAT THE FUCK! Its ridiculous, all these conditions, all these terms, all this bullshit lies that come out of the closet in arguments and disaggreements. He says he wants me to be happy, and if I'm not happy with him then I should leave him. Is that his way of saying I want to be alone, I don't want you anymore? I am so confused... my trust in him is broken, I'm a jealous, nervous, spiteful person because of him I hate myself because of him. I need to be without him... I can't stand to be without him... god I don't know what to do

Life as I know it

So things are progressing rapidly in my life, the summer has hit full force and I am working like a maniac and attempting to make the most of the dwindling daylight hours when I do escape from work. I've turned over a new leaf when it comes to my relationship, I'm in a whole who gives a shit phase. Right now I could care less where the bf has been or what hes been up to, I sometimes actually get dissappointed when I see his car in the yard when I get home, looking forward to spending the night by myself, all by myself. This week hasn't been bad though, the bf has been off doing his own thing when I get home and he usually doesn't get home till after I go to bed so basically he's there to cuddle with like a big teddy bear when I go to sleep and I don't have to deal with any drama or stupid arguments or any of his bs when I get home from work so its been great! He has purchased a piece of land about 10 mins from where we live now and has been talking about clearing it off in the fall and then in a couple years we can put a house on it. I'm excited about it but at the same time I'm not jumping out of my seat itching to have my own place dying to pay off the land so we can get a home kind of excited. Maybe I'm coming to a realization that I might not want that life, but on the other hand what have I been doing over these past almost three years with him? if not trying to build a home, then what? I turned the ripe old age of 26 on the 21st of July and I actually feel old. I'm looking for the wrinkles in the mirror now. I'm worried about my hair dye fading out again and revealing the salt and pepper hair underneath. I miss the years of being a teenager, growing up with my major worry being did I get that assignment done and what should I wear tomorrow. I think everybody goes through that kind of phase I miss highschool but I think mostly I miss the closeness of all my friends. Well anyway, I'm in a lazy mood lately hence the lack of posting. Maybe if I knew people actually stopped by and read this thing I might be more motivated to write often but really I started this blog for me to vent and I haven't felt like venting for awhile so I think thats a good thing. I'm having a good summer then :) Time to get back to the ole 8-4 and get some shit done before I leave today.

What is the fascination.....

Okay so I've been holding back alot on this here blog thingy, thats partly the reason I put off writing in it. Do I really want people to know how neurotic I can be? Do I want to take the chance of being discovered and have my whole world come crashing in on me because of my everyday issues I like to vent on here? Can I get past all that shit and just talk some truth? I'm turning over a new leaf, I know, cliche, but hey it works. I will start with my neurotic snooping, I am terrible for it. I like to know what my other half is doing, I want to know if he's hiding something from me but at the same time I don't want to find out because I don't know how to confront him with the subject that concerns me without telling him I know exactly what he's up to cause I have been spying on him. Does that make me a horrible person? Not wanting to have anything hidden from me but at the same time wanting to be totally oblivious. Do I ask too much of him? Do I expect too much from him that underlying it all nobody could ever stand up to? I did write a post about his endeavour into the seamy underworld of 'camming' following unsuspecting female victims around with a camcorder and video taping them and selling the videos online. It repulsed me. I couldn't believe that the whole time he had me totally fooled into thinking he was working hard all day long, landscaping and gardening at a rich mans property with his brother-in-law in order to better our lives and help us out for our future, while at least part of the time he spent away from me he was following other women around and he can say whatever he wishes about that fact that it means nothing but income to him but seriously he is male he has to at least like the ass he is taping in order to bother to follow it around for blocks upon blocks. I was so upset when I first saw him at the flea market, I had no clue what he was doing, but just as I was about to approach him and say hello, I saw the camera, the red light flashing, the direction it was pointed and the object his eyes were following. I was shocked, dumbstruck, stuck in the middle of this crowded parking lot with booths of random peoples junk surrounding me and people pushing to get closer. It was like I was frozen in my own nightmare. I ran away, full of conflicting emotions, trying to rationalize things away. He couldn't have been doing what I thought he was, he loves me, he wants only me, he doesn't want to watch other females, he doesn't lust after other women when he has me to keep him happy and satisfied, boy was I wrong. I still have issues with it even though he has stated over and over again, of course angrily because he wasn't getting his way, that he never will do it again. But yet everytime he walks out that door. I search for the cameras. I search his hidden spot where he keeps all his tapes that he has lied about the amount of. I peruse for new stuff, the unfamiliar and when I find it I explore it to see if there is something new there. I hate living like this. Why do I stay in this constant state of turmoil? is it because I love him? or is it because I don't want to be alone? Is it because I don't want to start out anew? There are so many things wrong that make me think about our relationship and really think about if I want to deal with all the issues that keep arising. Wondering if things will ever change or will they only get worse.

What the hell??

Okay so my bf is back from a family vacation to Vegas. 4 am I hear the tub being filled and the bathroom fan whooshing, since I know he's going to make a racket anyway I try to sleep but to no avail I am awake and cranky. Happy to have him home though. Anyway why do things always come in 3's? can someone inform me on the reasoning behind this? I have found a ride to and from work rather then the stinky smelly van. Bonuses being I get to sit in a car seat all to myself, I get to sleep in an extra hour in the morning AND I get home earlier! Sweet deal right? RIGHT! Anyway it turns out that the bfs car is not in tip top shape so I've been using mine all week which is great cause I never get to use my car however wouldn't you just know it I get to the carpool lot this morning and there is frigging plumes of steam emanating from the engine bonnet. SO.NOT.HAPPY. Why the f* does something crappy have to happen just when things were going great??? This wouldn't be so bad if I could just get the car towed when I get home and then get the bf to take me to pick it up tomorrow night. However I have to drive my car to work tomorrow cause my ride is leaving earlier so I need to pick up the rest of the carpool since we switch off now. Wouldn't you know it my car is broken... my bfs car is broken... I'm stuck up the creek without a paddle. ARGH ARGH ARGH! Why me? Maybe the tow truck driver will let me borrom his? Think thats a possibility?

***update***

Called the bf to ask him to check on my car and see if I was seeing things this morning, however he is uber crankpot today and has pretty much told me its not his responsibility and too bad, so sad take care of it myself. Stupid boys! I.AM.FUSTRATED.ARGH.

So much news so little time to write a darn thing

We have found our dream home! Its fifteen minutes from where we live now, has 3 bedrooms, a living room, den and kitchen. Big dining room and of course a bathroom. French doors that open out onto our back deck and a fairly good sized yard. The most amazing part is the ocean is almost in our backyard. Its five minutes from not one but TWO beaches and in the cosiest little neighbourhood. I'm so excited. There is however a snag, this is our first house ever so we have no clue what the hell to do to go about getting this place properly and not get f*ed with. Its going to be a learning process but boy am I ever ready to take on the challenge! The is another little snag too though. We found it three days before the bf and his family headed to Las Vegas for a vacation so I am left to my own devices and to fend for myself. I'm making appointments left and right hoping that I can set up times for when the bf comes home that would work for him and me to meet with the necessary sources to get this ball rolling and get our own abode! I am so pysched! Crossing my fingers that nobody snatches it right from under our noses. Tanywhoo, I haven't been sleeping well, waking up all hours of the night and rolling over to cuddle with the bf only to discover hes not there. The shock lasts for about a second or two then I remember hes off in Vegas having a great time while I lie here in our darkened room, listening to the whir of the fan and praying for the sandman to come and take me away again. I need sleep badly. I'm going to be an insominac by the time the bf comes home if things keep going the way they are now. *sigh* Come home soon I miss you.

So not feeling the blogger anymore but trying anyway

Okay so I have been slacking more then I have been contributing to this little online journal of my life eh? Oh well ces't la vie, life has just gotten too hectic but at the same time nothing really worth writing about has happened to me. No major changes in the love department, the fights are still occuring, my feelings are still up in the air and the crying is still being maintained so thats nothing new. There was some progress in a future direction, we have started looking at houses and I was actually starting to get excited and think about our future together and really starting to look forward to it until the tormoil started again last night. It seems as soon as I'm happy and on the right track my train derails and all is lost. The bf has decided that I'm a big speed bump in his plans for his future, he has yet to get over the stage that its not all about him anymore, I'm starting to think he's never going to get over that stage and I am wasting my time thinking that maybe he will be. Anyway fights ensued, tears were shed (by me heaven forbid he have any emotion other then anger) and harsh words were rained upon eachother. I spent the night on the pull out couch just to get away from him and have time to myself. Took a day and headed home to my parents and realized that, while it did feel good to be with them again, I don't feel like I belong there. Its like I'm in limbo and have no where to go so I just keep running on the hamster wheel trying to get ahead or even fall behind but get stuck in the middle of nowhere fustrated, angry and depressed.

The way we met.... the way we are

A random IM while waiting for my friends started a conversation that would take me on a rollercoaster ride from infatuation, joy and love to anger, loathing and despair. A chance meeting, night at a pool hall with friends and the two of us flirting like highschool kids. Cue handling lessons only meant as a ploy to get close to one another, to feel eachother out per se. We didn't want the night to end, taken by a lark to a local lounge and dancing was done to the hynoptic beats, drinks were drunk but few and far between, too busy talking and flirting and caressing. Car rides to and from destinations led to me ending up at your place, sitting cuddled up on your couch watching a movie but not really watching it. Sleeping in the same bed, our first kiss, the lovely way it happened, the shy questions whispered among the covers, nothing happened but cuddling and sleep and random kisses it was amazing. The sad depart the next day as we lived so far from eachother and I had to head to work, the vow to talk that night, the promises kept, the relationship that developed and bloomed. The sacrifices made, me moving in, the traveling I had to do and the want and need to do it just to be with you. Years that pass, the tears that were few at first become more consistent and heavy. The depression and the physical proof of dismay I feel. The love that still lies in my heart for who you were, the loathing for who you've become. Sometimes it seems like I never really knew you, what happened to the man I fell hopelessly and madly head over heels in love with? I am torn between two extremes, I yearn to be with you when I'm not, I want to run away from you when I am. Love is hard.

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I was thinking

I have been thinking about what I want to really talk about on here. I love to work out all my little issues and basically write up everything that happens between me and the bf so I can sort everything out in my own head. On the other hand I want to start reminiscing about the good old days, days when I used to be galvanting around town, just me and the girls, taking in movies, drinking blue slushies and chatting up boys. The nights that I spent dancing my way from one bar to the other all across town, from the streets to the stages just having a blast. I miss the old times and I want to share them. I have to buckle down and write something up, time to pencil in that half hour a day it will take to recall my memories of a really great event that occured in my life to make me who I am today. I'll do it tomorrow, hahaha.... the great procrastinator at work yet again! :)

Back to life

Back to life
Back to reality
Back to life
Back to reality


Remember that song? Its been going through my head lately, not exactly sure why but it has. I have had a great weekend and a not so great one at the same time. Friday night I was dreading going home, knowing that I was going to be sleeping all by myself that night because the bf was gone to Toronto, I was in utter denial that I would have a good night and actually be able to get a good sleep. Nevertheless I get in the door and what awaits me but a huge valentines day surprise, early of course since the bf was going to be gone for that almighty day. Thursday night we were supposed to go out and have a night of dinner and movie but it never happened, I had a sneaky suspicion it wasn't going to happen so I went home expecting to be dissappointed and I was right on that account. The bf wanted to stay in and start packing and he ended up going to his parents and grandmothers house for most of the night, that left me to my own devices and anger, sometimes he can be such an inconsiderate clod I just want to wash my hands clean of him and everything that we have together. Well anyway he knew I was pissed at him so when he came home he had a movie for us to watch together, of course it was a movie he wanted to watch but not necessarily something I was interested. Oh well it was the thought that counted. I was uber cranky because Aunt flow was especially ornery that night and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed, under the covers with the lights off and the fan going and just cry and moan and sob. I squashed those feelings and made the best of things. That night I went to bed, conked out as soon as my head hit the pillow and woke up feeling drained even more. That leads to Friday night, I wasn't expecting anything because I was still kind of steaming about what happened the night before so I got home and got ready to throw my gloves in the wicker basket and my purse on that table when I was startled into tears by my , streamer, balloon and present decorated living room. I love that he still decorates the whole living room for me for Valentines day and I was so surprised that he went to all the trouble seeing as how we left that morning upset with eachother. I ended up with oodles of candy and stuffed frog dolls and The 2nd season of full house on DVD. I loved that show. He even bought me a wooden heart to paint as I wished.. Along with little notes. Now I always take pictures of my Valentines day surprises but I knew full well he had taken the camera with him. I found a note stating that he had taken pictures of everything before he left because he knew I would want them. Awww I know sweet right. I got my china rose and new charms for my bracelet it was great and I was so emotional it was crazy. I wipe the tears from my eyes and head into the bedroom to get ready to head to the gym and open the door to even more of a surprise. A streamer and heart pebbled heart created on the blue comforter on the bed, along with even more presents. I was utterly spoiled and I loved it. Later on that night I got a call from my friend 'Lic who was picking up the bf and his brother-in-law from the airport, I got to talk to him and say thank you. That was 6 days ago now and I haven't heard from him since. Valentines day came and went without a call or an email and I know I shouldn't be upset about that, he is afterall coming home tonight but I was little upset that he didn't want to spend the 55 cents to a dollar just to say that he was thinking of me and he loved me. Oh well.


I did head out to the local skating rink at lunch today with some co-workers to do some noon skating. It was a blast! As per usual just as I start getting good and start to pick up the speed its time to get off the ice. Oh well I am soooo going again on Friday. Hopefully I can become an expert by spring hahaha.

Count down

So I'm sitting at home last night thinking about the weekend and realize that omg! its Weds already! Time has been flying by, the bf is leaving tomorrow with his brother-in-law to go to Toronto and Markham for 5 days for a course. I have been working meticulously on my scrapbook for my aunts birthday coming up in March. It seems that whenever I get two pages done I all of a sudden have more pictures and have to find room and try to match the themes of past pages that deal with the same time period that I was working on with the pictures. Never ending it is... hahaha... anyway not much else is happening right now, I have been uber busy with work and have actually been good about going to the gym three times a week yay me! Scrapbooking and life in general takes up the rest of my time and thats why the weeks and months are just flying by, routine will do that to you. Tonight though there will be glitch in my routine, the bf and I are celebrating Valentines day early so we're going out for dinner and a movie tonight. I'm uber excited, now if Aunt Flow wouldn't mind not causing me painful cramps and let me have some room to breathe possibly I could have a great time. *sigh* Thats life in my little universe. Well time to get back to work...

Writing sweet release

Darkness creeps across the warm ground bringing with it the cool air of the night As the daylight fades from the sky and the first stars peep over the horizon the birds chirping begin to diminish in a soft crescendo and the night noises begin to take over. Sitting alone in my chair I inhale the night breeze, enjoying the scent of the chimney smoke just starting to waft on the shafts of air drifting by. Spring yet not quite spring, the days have warmed the nights are still caught in a limbo of winter coldness. I await the joy that end of day brings, I long for the warmth found in the arms that hold me, I yearn for the touch that always makes me feel alive and secure.

Interesting Weekend to say the least

So on Friday morning I wake up at my usual time of 5:30am to call my van pool driver and let him know I am not coming on the van that day because I am driving myself. I was bringing my cousin home with me for the night from Mount Saint Vincent University. We were going to do a girls night, rent a chick flick, hit the gym and then ruin the whole thing by eating food that was horrible for us. I hadn't had a good girls night since before Christmas and it was going to be a blast. Anyway I get into the city and head to the parking lot down by the waterfront only to realize that I don't have any money on my at all. So I pull up to the ticket window and ask the guy if he takes Credit cards. Of course he doesn't so I have to park the car at the end of the lot because by this time of the morning the lot has filled up quick. I walk back to the top of the lot to use the ticket machine so I can avoid getting a real parking ticket. Well the damn thing wouldn't work. I had to get the guy in the ticket booth to come out and help me with it. We discovered that it was broken... which was something I already knew as soon as the menu wouldn't pop up on the screen. Anyway he ended up printing me off a ticket in the booth and letting me pay him later thank god. I get into work late and am bombarded by a crapload of stuff to do before I leave that day. The best part though was the day flew by fast! Four o'clock hits and I'm out the door for the weekend FINALLY! My mom meets me at work and we drive out to the Mount to pick up my cousin. We have to work on my aunts, her moms, 50 birthday scrapbook that I'm making for March. It is taking me forever but I love the way its coming together. Anyway, we had a great time, got six more pages done and did our girls night it was a blast! Saturday we had to drive Amanda back to residence because she had a volleyball game in Truro the next day so we went to Sackville to visit my other aunt and uncle who live out there with their three kids, Alison (18), Michael(15) and Melissa (13). We got there as they were right into the hooch and having a great time. The bf, my cousin Amanda and I were sitting down looking at the photos from their trip to Ontario over the holidays. When the slide show was over my cousin Alison released a some very interesting and shocking information to all of us. She proceeds to pull up her shirt to reveal a belly button ring. I swear to God my aunt and uncle were going to keel over when they saw it! The first words out of my aunts mouth was "YOU IDIOT!" nevertheless it didn't go over well hahaha.... Still so funny and worth the visit. That was about it. Works been on my ass about doing to same thing over and over again. I swear if I have to redo the companies website again I'm going to scream! Such is the life of a pawn in the corporate world.

HI HO HI HO Its off to the gym I go

Okay so I have made a resolution to hit the gym at least three times a week. I am never ever very good at keeping resolutions, like the time I swore I was never going to go out bar hopping on a Thursday night because I was always dead tired the next day at work, well that lasted for all of one week and then was never spoken of again. I had to dance its just what I love to do! Anyway alittle bit of a tangent back to the task at hand, the gym, so I have actually been doing really well. Going four times a week! I know shocker eh? Well I headed there last night to do my regular hour and a half workout and there was an older fellow there. I have to explain how my gym works... its attached to the newspaper office and is actually run by the editor there, its a huge two room place with a bathroom and nice new shower area. There is a ton of cardio equipment, free weights, stability balls and weight machines. The main room has two walls entirely covered with mirrors so you can see yourself work out. Its a nice little gym, with a stereo system and tv with a library of movies to watch while you work out. The best part about it is its 24 hours and unsupervised, you have an access card that you swipe at the door to get in and out and basically you're on your own to do what you please. Nevertheless I always go to do my workout as soon as I get home from work about 5:30pm. Uusally the place is empty at that time so I can claim my eliptical machine, pop on my ipod shuffle and start grooving while reading my magazine. Yesterday wasn't going to be any different until I got there that is. This is where we get back to the older fellow. He was working out with the free weights in the cardio room so he could see himself in the mirrors. I thought nothing of it as alot of people do this. Well he tells me to come back in 20 mins cause he was almost done his workout. I look around the room and see there is nobody else in there but him and I am soooo not leaving because he wants to be by himself, he could go back to the weight room if he really wanted to be alone. This is how the conversation went.

Me: "I'm not leaving I'm only going to use the eliptical machine and won't be in the way at all. I'm not much of a weight lifter at all so you don't need to worry about me using them."

Him: "I want to be alone when I work out so I suggest you leave." Insert stern glare here.

Me :(not backing down one bit) "Tough. This gym is for everyone to use whenever they want and I am going to use it."

I head over to the machine and plug in my earbuds from my ipod, set up my magazine and start my routine. The whole time he is glaring at me in the mirror. It was kind of scary at first but then it really got pathetic it was like a ten year old having a temper tantrum. He then makes a huge show of putting the weights away and then proceeds to kick off his sneakers in opposite corners of the room, hard enough to bang off the walls of course the whole time trying to get a rise out of me. I continue to ignore this childish behavior and proceed with my workout. He then makes a huge show of coming over by my machine to get the cleaning solution to clean off the equipment he was using the whole while staring at me in the mirror it was rather hilarious by this point hahaha. He then of course comes back by me to replace the cleaning stuff and dump the dirty paper towel and says to me in a sarcastic tone.

"You have a good night now!"

I told him I would with a very bright smile and went back to reading my magazine. Five minutes later after he has finished retrieving all the stuff he threw all over the gym in his tantrum he was out the door with a slam. It was hilarious! I could hardly suppress the giggles. I called the manager of the gym when I got home and told her about what happened and she was going to have a word with him seeing as how they track who comes and goes from the gym by the cards. For me it was just another story to tell but I'm sure he has most likely scared off some of the patrons who are less bullheaded than me. Anyway I am not going to the gym tonight its my night off but what I am dying to do is go out dancing. I have the bug and I just need to boogiedown. Its so hard to do that when none of my regular party girls are around anymore.

Note to self find some fun people! hahaha.

OMG is the cold never going to end!

Okay so I still have my freaking cold, its getting better, I think.... I don't know for sure. I can't stop coughing still but it seems only in the nighttime and early morning do I actually break out full blown coughing attacks. I may have to cave and actually go to the doctors sometime soon. I should also definitely clean around my desk area its starting to look like a breeding ground for animals. So gross I know. Anyway, the bf and I went to a highschool hockey game last night. He had already headed out for his regular hockey night but ended up coming home ten minutes later cause the rink was booked for a highschool game so we bundled up in our warm clothes and headed to the rink. It was a blast! His aunt was there along with his cousin who's bf plays on the team so we all had a good time cheering for the home crew. What I truly enjoyed though was spending time with the bf, he gets so excited during games because he loves the sport so much and its great to be a part of something he loves. We're hoping to catch a Moosehead game at the end of the month we haven't gone to one of those since we first started dating two years ago. I can't believe how long its been! Well on that note I'm actually going to get back to work I have so much to do today its not even funny.

Tired, coughing and oh so sick

Okay so I haven't updated about anything over the holidays yet I swear I'll get to it but today I want to vent about having a crappy cold. I hate them. It is now Monday 7 days after I had the initial symptoms of having a bad cold and I still have yet to get over it. The worst part is the coughing, I can't stop. The bf slept on the pull out couch last night because my coughing was keeping him up. Therefore I am tired as hell as I didn't actually get my cough to stop waking me up till about 1 in the morning. *YAWN*

Well anyway I'll tell you about Christmas, it started out great actually, the bf and I spent alot of time together and with family. Eating way too much food and staying up way to late. Christmas eve was spent out visiting his relatives. We started at about 3pm at his moms house and never got back home till 1 in the morning. Christmas day was hectic though, we slept in and I finally had to drag the bfs ass out of bed so we could open presents before we went to his parents house for Christmas lunch. I received a great amount of presents one being my 3 month membership to the gym that I am proud to say I have been using even though I have this stupid cold that won't quit! I digress, nevertheless we ended up throwing our clothes on and leaping out the door to head to his parents house. His sister worked over the holidays and she works as an RN at a senior citizens home. Shes the pill lady hee hee, anyway she had to work at 3 so we had to eat christmas dinner early there this year, a ton of food was set out in the kitchen as per usual. His mom is a great cook the only thing is she loves to pile up your plate again and again! It was very satisfying though and filling but we weren't done yet. We headed over to my parents house for Christmas dinner there that evening. I didn't eat a thing, well except for the taco dip my aunt makes that I simply adore. Time was spent that night playing cards and hanging with my little cousins and bascially having a great time. Christmas presents were exchanged and my mom loved the painting by the way. I was satiated and tired and ready to go home and conk out.

The rest of the break was full of family and shopping and candy and friends. I'll save that for another time though time for me to head out and find some cough drops or something to take this cough away argh!