Free game!

During the Base Yard-Sale a couple weeks ago, my friend offered to keep aside for me an video game for our DS that I wanted. With work and everything, the last 2 weeks have been so insane, I haven't had a chance to swing by her house to pick it up. So she said she'd drop it off in my mail box when she walked her dog or something... so the next day the weather was decent enough for a walk, she did.

I get home to a Facebook message that said "I dropped off the game in your mail box." Excited, I go to the mail box only to find it's empty. I figure Js probably saw it and brought it in the house - nope.

I talked to my friend on Facebook that evening and she says : Yes, I put it there! So we figured she put it in the wrong mail box. But which one?!

She explained to me where she thought I live and I sent Js knocking on their door. The guy walked up to the door saying "Hey! Are you looking for a game?" ... it was pretty funny and I was quite glad to use the "You go, I'll watch Nova." excuse and not be humiliated. The guy thought it was pretty funny and we continued on with our walk.

I told my friend I would leave her $4 in someone's mail box and she'd have to go find it - I gots me a free game! ;)

It's a stupid little story but I thought it was absolutely hilarious and totally adorable. It sucks that she's being posted away next month - we just got to know each other a bit more. I guess that's the life.

Onions in my mailbox

I had a slight melt down this afternoon. The worst yet since moving out here.

I have to pat myself on the back because I think I've been holding it together quite nicely for the last month and a bit. Now, with Js being gone away on training, I've been feeling more lonely but I put so much effort into keeping busy, it's actually working.

I got a package from my aunt this afternoon and it just did me in. She sent me some little gifts and a picture album with some family photos. She wrote me a nice letter and I couldn't even read it more than once over so I put it back into the photo album and it'll be my lifeboat when I miss her.

I also got a card from my grand-parents. *sob* My grand-pa is sick and being away from him is much harder than I thought. He is doing okay right now but that can change from one day to the next and knowing that I won't be able to run to him if ever something happens is eating me up inside.

Back home, I'd miss Js so much and have regular mental breakdowns like this one. I'd go for coffee with Maggie and it would usually settle the situation and help me make it through another week without him.

Missing him is nothing like missing my family. I don't miss them in the same way, it's a totally different kind of "miss".

Pho real.

Today was a pleasant day. Relaxed at home, did a bit of house work, shopped with Jf at Ikea and it was productive enough (more so than the trip to Kanata), then... we decided to poo on my good day and get some Pho for dinner... Bad idea!

It tasted great and we even tried a curry and chicken type... and it was tasty but we were so full, Jf ended up taking pretty much the whole thing home. Anywho's... so we get a coffee... walk the dog and chit chat a bit. I get home and start to relax and get ready for bed... and it's like all of a sudden, my stomach turned around and said "Eff you, Pho!" ... and I'll spare you the deets from here on in... Ew.

Kinda strange, but I wrote a snail-mail letter to the man tonight. We had a difficult situation to deal with this morning that was completely caused by me. All is settled now and I'm doing better than I've been over the last couple of days, I guess I just needed to get it out somehow. He called to say goodnight (before the pho-tastrophy) and like ten seconds after, I felt like telling him so many things. I didn't want to wake him and it didn't feel right to say those things over the phone, so I decided to write him a short but sweet kinda letter.

After turning the appartment upside down (which is probably how it's supposed to go anyways!) and adding "Decent Stationnary" to my shopping wish list, I chose a wonderfully cat-chewed letterhead from my old college and wrote from the deep deep bottom of my heart what I felt this very moment. Kinda stoopid, but it felt really good. I know he won't get it for another week, that's IF I get to mail it tomorrow but I already feel better for telling him, even if he dosen't know it yet. Weird. Must be the Pho.

I'm starting to like this blogging thing. Gives me a good excuse for coming up with intresting things to say here... "I won't have anything intresting to blog about... so I have to get out of these jammies and do something today!"... 'cause projectile-pho is intresting! It also gives me a good objective view on what's going on... like we say in french "J'me r'garde aller!"... good thing I didn't choose to blog a couple of years ago... cause the reality check would not have been a pleasant one!

On that note, I shall return to my ceramic-cold lover for the night... and try to keep the cat away from it all!