September 13

Hey guess what? DAVID FINISHED HIS TRIATHLON!!!

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September 11

I am hanging out in front of the boob tube with my family. We are watching some crappy tween show on the Disney Channel. David is giving me a foot rub. This is what I would call a great night-especially since Holly's show has now ended. Now David has the control of the remote.

Why isn't there anything good on TV? I have 299 channels and we are now being forced to watch how funonions are made. It was interesting.

I am now grumpy because David ceased rubbing my feet. I am spoiled.

This is the most pointless entry I have posted.

sept 9

Yesterday I posted on what I thought was the 10th of September, but it was really the 9th. I was one day in the future. (It didn't feel like anything special. Frankly I didn't notice I was living one day ahead of everyone else.)

I decided that it wouldn't be fair to September 9th if I just skipped it. Is September 10th so great that I have to enjoy it twice? (I realize that if sept 9th had any importance to me I would be singing a different song.)

Good news today is September 9th! (It still doesn't feel any differnt to be living in the past. I know-weird.)

Tomorrow, which was my yesterday we had terrible weather. I didn't mind it, but David who rode his bike to work did mind. I had to pick him up from work. Yesterday, which is today for me he will be biking home. He is a show off! I am so outta shape. But to be truthful it is fun to be married to a guy who can bike 20km, swim 1k, and run 5k in the same day. Darling I will be there to cheer you for the whole race. (Love you.)

In 7 hours my I will no longer be making up for lost time. It takes a lot of effort to live in the past. It was way easier living in the future.

I am tired. See ya tomorrow...hopefully.

september 10

Nothing much has happened today. I shaved my dog bald. Well not me presay but the groomer. My dog is a corgi/cocker spaniel, which means he has really long everything gets stuck in fur, but he is a low rider. His belly barely clears the ground if he is furry. Its a nightmare for him and us in bad weather.

When he is groomed he looks so different that we have to change his name from his real name which is Simon to Tony.

Why? It all because of my father-in-law. The first time we had Simon groomed he did not recognize him. Holly thought it was funny so she told him that we got another dog. The funny thing he believed her. And that is when shaved Tony was born.

Sept 8

Today was a big day in our home. It was Holly's first day of middle school. This means two things for me: One-i am going on vacation for ten months!
Two- I am older than I want to be. How can I be old enough to have a kid in middle school.

It is just 3 short years until high school. Can you like say 'Oh my God!'?

September 7

I went to fair yesterday. It was nothing special. Here is the thing I missed was the exhibits. The award winning quilts, pies, cake decorating, photography, and the biggest veggies you ever did see. You get to experience all the hard work, love, and care that went into each masterpiece. My favorite are the displays made by children. But at the fair we went to gone was the homemade magic; instead it was replaced with market places that were there to swindle you out of your cash. (I hated the market place because they failed to hock the Shamwow). It seemed to me as if the fair was one big infomerical with fatty fried foods. I had a corn dog slattered in mustard. We didn't buy anything from the vendors :(. I was tempted to buy a plastic hammer that squeaked when you hit your friends over the head. I wanted the Batman one, but David was in charge of our cash.

We crashed at David's parents house; the fair is a long way from our house, but only a short distance from David's parent's.

I am lucky I like David's parents, and it is my hope that they feel the same about me. Whenever I stay with them I feel like I am staying in a five star bed and breakfast. I want for nothing. Maybe I should go more often.

At least I know where David gets his ultra sweetness from.

My father-in-law are alike with one exceptiion I am not able cut, or draw in straight lines. He is an engineer, and so he is go with his hands. But that is our differences end. Apparently sometime in his life he lost his filter. He just says whatever he is thinking, and most of the time he says what I am thinking. I am younger so my filter has yet to disapper completely. There are a other things that would both agree make us great people, but I don't want bore you.

I push his buttons! I think it is the most fun one can do during a visit to their house. Last night I butched the cheese with a crappy knife. 'Ahhh! What are you doing to that cheese? I have never seen cheese cut that baddly before!' I cracked up, and Holly made fart jokes. All night, and during breakfast we ribbed him about his reaction to MY cut job.

I think the biggest reason why I love him is how much he loves my daughter. I have never seen that kind of devotion. They were, and are best friends. I know I can count on a lot of people to do right when it comes to Holly, but I have a feeling that he will be just fine.

September 6

I am going to the PNE (Pacific National Exibition) aka the fair. The only problem to my plans is that it is raining! Hard! I am bringing my cute sparkly rain boots, a cap, and I will have an umbrella. I won't look as ccol as I normally do; especially with my hocking huge backpack. But how else am I suppose to carry home my Shamwow?

Sept 5

After two months of being ultra creative with the sparse food picking we had we finally went grocery shopping. Our lack of food was not due to the economy crisis, instead it was due to our laziness. Yup were too booked up doing nothing that we could not spare the time it took to go to store. To make our situation more of a challenge we do not eat out or serve convenice food. (Holly can't drink milk so it is just safer if we prepare all of her food from scratch). Our dinners have been interesting to say the least. The amount of time we have spent trying to build a meal out nothing we could have done 5 major shopping trips! We are totally lame.

Its dinner time and we don't have any idea what to make. We are leaning towards sandwiches. Dinner was more interesting when we have no food. I guess I will have to wait until we just have mustard, and green beans to come up with some more magical dinners.

Sept 4

At this moment I am watching Law & Order, but not just any Law & Order. I am watching Law & Order UK! Who knew Dick Wolf was so cleaver enough to branch out internationally? I like the accents-YUMMY! Dick will never do L&O Canada. We sound like a bunch of hosers.

I bought some new clothes today. These clothes are special because the clothes are actually my size. The good news is that all of my new clothes were in the 'cool & hip' stores, and the best part was that I didn't have to buy the biggest size in the store! I really wanted a GAP t-shirt but the GAP I went to had no logo tees. I seem to have this new fasination collecting brand name tees. I know exactly why too. It is because when I was a cubby-wubby I wasn't able to wear these shirts I so desired. Now I can. Now I will. There is nothing better than having a designer logo on my chest. Yeah Baby!!!

September 3

I am offically avoiding cleaning my kitchen. I have cleaned my living room in order to put it off. I went on a 5k walk and I even did 2 loads of laundry. At least I am doing postive things when I would rather be playing on my BlackBerry. Crap, I was doing so good. Since I am going down this path of distruction I'd better admit that I want cake.
Cake is no good, because my tummy hurts, and come to think of it I have a headache. Gosh I don't know if I can clean the kitchen. Truth be told my kitchen would only take 10 minutes to clean top to bottom.

I need a vacation where there are no kitchens. I think I want to go to Vegas. "Winner winner chicken dinner!"

5eptember 3

It is 5:30pm on a Wed I watching TV right now-to be exact I am watching Dog the Bounty Hunter. I have seen this show maybe three times, and I probably wouldn't be catching it for a forth time, but I can't find the remote. Why can't I get off of my bum? Well...my neck is still is being a bummer. My neck was getting better, but I just tripped up the stairs. 'Rip-crack-owie'. So me, mullet man, and big boobie lady are hanging out. Where the hell is the remote? Where is my family?

This is a train wreak. Beth's nails are freakishly long! She has a pretty face, but I am sure she has had work done. Dog has not.

I took my dog to the vet today (apres clumpsy mishap). Sigh.75 dollars later I found out my puppy has an alergy, and that is why he is licking his paw raw. Oh I forgot to mention that. Now I have to give medication-no problem. Ensure that his puppy socks remain on his paws so he doesn't continue to lick-no problem. I have to wash his paws in the bathtub each time he goes out-problem. Imagine having to bath my puppy several times a day + re-socking him each time? I am going to run out of treats. What I won't do for puppy love.

Dog is still on. I think I am going to try and get some sleep. Zzzz.

It's 7:30 And I Want A Coffee!

I got my ass out of bed at 7:30 to help Holly get ready for her middle school indroduction day. We had to make sure that the clothes were perfect: looking goog without trying. We also had to work on the newly styled, and streaked hair. Nice.

The house is quiet. It is wonderful! Now I just have to find myself a good routine to keep myself busy-leisure time! Bom Cha Lah Lah Bom- oh yeah!

I really wish I had a Starbucks to celebrate my new freedom. This tea that I am drinking is not cutting it.

I Need to Get Outta Bed!

Horah September is finially here! And I am still in bed. Where is my motivation to rise-and-shine? As it turns out my butt is glued to my mattress. Try as I might but no luck. It is my own fault. I stayed up late watching a show that I had recorded thanks to my PVR. It was a&e Hoarders. I am not a hoarder, infact I would consider myself to be the opposite-everything has a place and if it doesn't its gotta go. I am drawn to this series, because I am able to see the other side.At first I was frustrated as I watched the drama these people went through to part with their belongings. "Just toss it!" As I watched these sad situatons it hit me: if someone came into my home, started unloading, and unpacking boxes of all the things that I have disposed of, or donated, and I was NOT allowed to clean it up or chuck it out again; well I would have a complete melt down. I need order. It just so happens that my need for order is socially accepted so it probably wouldn't catch on as a TV show. Well I guess I had better get up and start my day.

My Day Has Been a Hard Pill to Swallow

My day has been interesting-not really. I have been having neck issues; now I know what a bobble head feels like. Yup it's sore, it makes rubber necking on the highway impossible. I hate pain. I decided to manage my pain by taking pain pills. Yeah but guess what? The pills got stuck in my band that's what! I spent 10 minutes with my arms in the air waiting for the stupid pill to pass. No solids for me for the rest of the day. Then I went to the eye glass store and picked up my new glasses. I don't know what I was smoking when I picked out the frames. I look like Darren from the show Bewitched. Now I am sitting here all bloated from the salt that was in the soup. I am not a happy camper.

Falling For Fall

It is a lovely day today. The sun is shining, but it the weather is not uncomfortable. Today is the last of August which means as of tomorrow we will be in my favorite month of the of the year. I love September, and October for that matter. I love the way the sun still shines, but there is a magical crispness to the air. I adore the changing colors of the leafs. I take delight in smells such as the, frost on the ground, the molten leafs that have fallen from the tree, the smell of chimmies burning sweet wood, and the rustic food that David prepares for the family. I love taking walks without the worry of annoying bugs, and their even more annoying bites For me fall is a time of peace. If I am not outdoors I am creating something,quilts, hats and scarfs, cross stitch projects, well whatever catches my fancy. I do a lot of baking during the fall. My speciality is apple pie. We entertain a lot during tbe fall; I think its because of the pie. If you are in town please stop by and have some pie. In Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving in October, which is still odd to me even though I have lived here 20 years. Nonetheless I celebrate on account that I love turkey. But I also celebrate the Thankgiving which I grew up with. Two turkeys what could be better than that? I think that I have babbled on long enough for one day. What is your favorite season?

BlackBerry! An On The Go Post.

This is my first post from my blackberry. I think it is so cool that I can communicate every where I go. I feel so old because this is very difficult for me.Holly is laughing at me. I want to confess I bought two kinds of ice cream when I was shopping. Bad Amy!

I am on a Mission to Have Remission.

I went to the doctor’s today and she had some great news for me. She told me that my bi-polar is now in “remission”. What is remission? I didn’t know there was such a thing. I wish I had known sooner, because if I had I would have not spent the last five years living in turmoil that is bi-polar.

If I am in the magical land of “remission” why do I still feel shitty? And for that matter why am I still paying $177 a week for medication? I will acknowledge that I am having more good days than bad, which is better than having more bad days than good.

I am looking forward to having my first summer in “remission”.

A Brand New Me

I haven’t done dick all today. I mean it really. I am still in my jammies. David is on his way home from work and I am a total mess. I want to be June Cleaver. I really admire her. She always looked so well put together, and her house was always clean, and she always had the time to prepare meals and bake. What time did she get up in the morning? Here I am wondering if or when I am going to put on my bra. I think I have too many distractions.
I do have plans to do “stuff” today. I was going to clean my living room. My cleaning consists of dusting and vacuuming. Easy enough…there is no mess to sort. Actually there is no mess in my house to speak of, but I still have to do the “cleaning” stuff. Goodness I am rambling about dusting; I never thought my life would come to this. What happened to me?

If you could have known me when I was…different…I was a whirlwind of activity. I could out perform June any day. Someone sold me a bill of goods and told me that living in a whirlwind was a bad idea, and so medication was prescribed. Apparently it was an all or nothing situation. I need you to understand that I love running even if it is in the wrong direction.

The doctors (Yes I have more than one.) decided to add another pill to my ever-growing cocktail. That is just a splendid idea! Let be very clear I am no longer my own doctor/pharmacist. I take my medication as prescribed for David’s sake. He is no longer able to be home. I don’t want him to worry about me when he is not here. I just didn’t expect to feel so awful.

If you asked me what I want to do today I would tell you, “I just want to sit here and do nothing.” Does that make me lazy? I have no idea.

I often wonder what would happen if the old me (pre-diagnosed) met the new me (post- diagnosed). What would we tell each other? Is there anyway I could have prevented this from happening if I knew it was going to happen? Would the old me give the new me give me one of my famous pep talks (a.k.a. a lecture) Would the old me be able to persuade the new me to get off my ass, and do what I am suppose to do? Or would I look at the old me and pity the mania that lived inside of me?

I need to get up take a shower, get dressed, dust, and vacuum-feel accomplished.

David’s home.

Hungry, Hungry, Hipo.

It is 10:06 pm and I am full of carbs. I hate the fact that I gave into my craving for pasta. I can reason that it isn't my entire fault. Does my band need an adjustment? Did I stretch my pouch? I am doomed. I wish so bad that I could be an ideal band girl, but my will power is so lacking. I am always thinking that the only way that I am going to pull off good eating habits is to put myself to bed and sleep 24 hours a day. Where the hell is the duck tape? Maybe tomorrow will be a better day?

Resist temptation.