Last post of the year

I can't believe it's already New Year's Eve! It feels like it was just Christmas, though that may be because I just spent the last four days not at home. They were very busy. Full to the brim almost every flight, which is good for the company, not so great for us since we're working hard and people get kind of cranky being shoved in so tight. I was also in Ottawa all three nights, which was kind of boring since Kristen and Jordan weren't there. I had fun with the crew though and did some window shopping and a lot of sleeping. I got home yesterday, after an exhausting day, (just think, from started in Ottawa at 7 am eastern time, flew to Toronto, sat for two hours, flew to Vancouver, then to Kelowna, then finally arrived in Calgary at 6 pm, AND three people puked and I had to deal with all three incidents), and ended up driving one of the other Flight Attendants home because her battery was dead in her car. We fiddled around for a bit but couldn't reach the jumper cables to her car from mine, so we gave up. I was super tired and couldn't wait to get home, but seriously if that was me with a dead car I would probably have had a small hissy fit, and I couldn't not drive her home.

I got home, veged on the couch and went to bed. Herein lies the problem. I was in bed by about 10, so this morning I wake up at 8:30, which is a decent amount of sleep, but tonight is NEW YEARS! And I'm going to have to stay up all night and party. I think I'll have to take a nap.

Speaking of New Year's, this is the first year in about 5 that I haven't had to work! I shouldn't say HAD to work, because I normally choose to work at the golf course since it's great money and two of my best friends also work at the same spot, but it's nice to not have to work, to be able to party and just chill out. So tonight's festivities include driving out to Millarville with about 15-20 friends and staying at a cabin out there. We'll be well fed and liquored up, party till the morning, nap a bit, eat some breakfast (maybe?) and head home. I'm really looking forward to it.

Lots of people have been talking about how much they ate over the holidays... well I can say I didn't eat loads and loads, but now, after emptying my stocking of all the candies and goodies, I have a GIANT tupperware container full. And it's sitting beside me right now. And I'm eating it. I think it needs to go away.

Happy New Year's everyone! Catch yalls on the flip side. (of the year that is...)

Why?

I always wonder why I choose to go shopping on boxing day. The sales aren't usually that great... Most stores don't even have sales, others have sales like

"50% off!!!! (on already reduced merchandise)"

and in the rare store that has a great sale, it's normally on all week. So I ask myself why I wake up at 7 in the morning, drive to the mall, spend 20 minutes finding a parking spot, get walked into by fifty ladies with too many bags, stand in line to get into a store, get elbowed by thirteen year olds who have finally gotten permission from their parents to go to the mall alone (only because they don't want to take them themselves), rummage through the disaster zones they call clothing stores, and then wait in line for half an hour to buy a shirt that's five dollars off. Today someone finally solved this age old question.

She said: "Why do men go sit alllll day in the freezing cold in the forest to hunt a duck when they can just go buy one at the grocery store? It's because it's so much more satisfying to have something that they really worked hard at. It's all about the hunt!"

When someone compliments me on the shirt that I got for five dollars off, I don't just say "Thanks!", I say "Thanks! I got it on boxing day!" I'm proud to say I braved the insanity that is boxing day shopping to get this shirt.

It's all about the hunt. It makes sense to me now. It's my way of hunting, without holding a gun or killing an animal.

Sick

I always seem to get sick during christmas... fun times.

I had a pairing, slept a lot, went to cosco, played a sweet guitar game, and slept some more. Had to deal with some interesting guests on board, slept some more, and blew my nose a bunch.

That's really all I can say. I'm feeling like I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing over the next two days, and since it's 11:10 pm I can't call my mummy to ask her what I'm supposed to do. Oh well, I guess I'll find out in the morning.

I still need to wrap some presies too.

And did I mention I'm sick?

Boo.

On a super amazing note, I got picked up from the airport today!!!!! I finally had someone there waiting to give me a huge hug as I walked out the doors! YAY I have the best sister in the world!

*$%@#! %$#&!

This is what I was screaming yesterday morning at 5 am. Since I had to work at 6 am at Starbie's, I dragged my lazy ass out of bed, drowsily went into the bathroom, did my thing, then flushed the toilet. I'm getting my toothbrush out and I realize the water isn't going down, but instead rising alarmingly quickly. One of the worst feelings in the world I've discovered is watching your toilet water rise and being able to do nothing about it. The water gets to the top, and then just starts spewing out. All over the bathroom. I'm standing there in my undies and a hoodie, in a corner hopping up and down as to not get covered in peey water, and swearing. Profusely. I try to grab everything that's on the ground and huck it in the sink, but the water just keeps coming and coming. I hop out the door and knock on Linda's door and try to say in the calmest voice ever but end up screaming "LINDA! CAN YOU COME HERE FOR A SECOND???"

She sort of sensed the urgency in my voice I guess and came out and I said "LINDA! The toilet exploded!" She just started laughing and said "oh dear." I almost shook her her, but didn't, and said "Don't you see, pee all over the bathroom!" Then she realized the seriousness of the situation and we sort of whipped into action. Except we had nothing with which to whip into action since we have no plunger and no mop. Great. I threw a bunch of our towels on the ground, dry heaving the entire time, and tried to make it as un peey as possible. At one point I said "oh god I think I'm gonna puke" and to that Linda replied "Don't puke though, cause you have no where to puke!" We laughed for a split second and then realized that there was sewage all over the bathroom and got back to work. I still had to work at 6, so I hopped in the shower, did one of the world's longest jumps out of the tub and out the door of the bathroom, and quickly got ready for work.

I left and Linda had to deal with a lot of the nastiness... She came into work and I gave her a giant extra strong coffee to fuel her throughout the entire morning. Basically she unplugged the toilet and scrubbed every inch of the bathroom (and a lot of the apartment) with disinfectant (after a trip to the home depot and walmart). Our place smells very lemony! My gross job was to wash the nasty towels, which I was prepared to do, but my loving mother actually did it for me! I put them through twice with extra rinse cycles, so I hope I'll be able to use them again. If not, I'll need some new bath towels!

Seriously, how does a toilet clog from pee? That's all I'm asking.

And why does it clog at 5 in the morning?

Weekend Update

I had a great weekend and part of the week, and I'm thinking the rest of my week slash weekend will go equally as well.

On Friday I worked and went out for drinks with some work people, then on Saturday I went Christmas shopping with the g-ma and got a killer coat and some sweaters. Then I got a late night call from Yvette telling me that she was coming to my place in 20 minutes and we were going to crash the staff party. I got all dolled up and off we went. It was a gong show. That's about all I can say. I worked super early the next morning, so I wasn't a gong show per se, but Yvette and I were definitely there and having a great time.

The next morning I went to work for 5:45 only to find out I actually worked at 5:30... Oops. But then, THREE WHOLE NIGHTS in Ottawa, meaning home cooked dinners and chillin with the sis and Jordan. I chilled out at their place most of them time, but got a little too comfortable in a chair at Chapters one of the days waiting for Jordan to be done at school, and fell asleep only to be woken up by the security guard informing me that I wasn't supposed to sleep in Chapters. I guess my Sufjan Stevens in my iPod and my Spanish book combined with the smell of Starbucks and a comfy chair were a lethal combination. I was kind of mortified, especially when the guard came back like 10 times to make sure I wasn't asleep again. Oh well.

I came home today, had some Vietnamese and bubble tea with Yvette, and then tomorrow I'm getting a haircut, working at starbies and I think I have a date. I don't leave again until Wednesday, so I'm pretty stoked to have the weekend off.

That's the weekend update, I guess it wasn't that exciting. After having re-read it, it seems kinda meh, but I had a great time, and I think I'm just really excited for this weekend.

Things I learned last night (and part of this morning)

1. There is a new feature at bus stops. A lamp post with two buttons, one being the light, and the second being a little flashy signal to tell the bus you would like to be picked up (and not a crazy wild flashy thing, just a little signal that's quite discrete). How cool!
2. It takes 7 minutes to get from Crowchild and Kensington Rd. to the KFC on 37th Street. 5 of those minutes? idling outside the gross Vietnamese restaurant and the VHQ or whatever movie store that is these days.
3. Aussie Rules is a fun place.
   
4. Sitting at the bar is also fun.
5. Sitting at the bar with someone who works there means stiff drinks. (Half-and-half stiff).
6. The 20 year old bartender is CUTE.
7. The 20 year old cute bartender is TROUBLE.
8. The 20 year old cute bartender likes pouring girls shots.
   
9. I can't drink 7 shots and half of a very stuff drink in one hour. (Well, obviously I CAN, I just can't.)
   
10. The have little mini disani water bottles at Aussie Rules.
    
11. The bathroom is a long walk from the bar.
12. I can't walk very well after 7 shots and half of a very stiff drink.
13. There are now three little mini disani water bottles in a bathroom stall at Aussie Rules.
14. Making yourself puke isn't very easy.
15. I can puke a lot after eating very little.
16. The 20 year old cute bartender still pours girls shots after they puke.
17. Sarah can continue drinking after she pukes.
    
18. I can't.
19. I like to write text messages when I'm drunk.
20. I can spell surprisingly well when I'm drunk.
21. My new boots? VERY hard to take off when I'm drunk.
22. I have a new found sense of appreciation for the chair by my front door.
    
23. My room seems very far from my front door.
24. There aren't very many things to hang on to from the front door to my room, but there are quite a few things on which to hit my knee.
25. You still get really hungover even when you only drink for an hour and then puke.

New Post

I finally clicked that little link at the top of my blog to write a new post about SOMETHING since it's been forever since I have. I've been busy. Sorry.

I got back yesterday from a four day with three overnights in Montreal, which was great, though I didn't get much sleep. So what did I do to recover? Go to bed before 8 pm yesterday. I woke up feeling very refreshed this morning at 6:30, on my own (meaning sans alarm clock, not "alone" implying that I normally wake up with someone in my bed), got ready for work, walked the 10 blocks to Starbucks for 8 and had a great shift. It's a good day today.


Tonight I plan to go to Aussi Rules with Sarah and we'll have some drinks, chat, you know, the yuzsh (pronounced like the beginning syllable of "usual").

I wish I had more to say, but I seriously don't. I think I'm getting my "new" tv shortly, which excites me although I'm not sure if my tv stand will support it. I really hope it does.

K before I start rambling, I'll stop.

But I'll try again to get some good music suggestions. Last time, no one said anything. This time: Tell me your favourite tune, artist, ditty, whatever right now. Please?

Pics, finally.

So here are the Vegas pics. Click on a pic to see the set through Flickr. I had some camera issues with the whole focusing thing... There is also a disappointingly little amount of drunken pics... oh well.

World AIDS Day

I would post a picture of a ribbon, but you can see one here, here, and even here.