Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

Evidently Steven and I picked the right week-end to go to Vermont. Out of the storm, we only got 6". We didn't even have to shovel too much, because Dawn and Mike's place plowed everything, as long as we moved our cars.

We spent an extra night because my mother said that the snow was insane. We went to the mall, I bought an insane amount of clothing for amazing prices (I <3 Diamond Run Mall's JC Penney's), and Steven got an amazing fleece penguin hat for $10. When Mark & Shelby post their pictures from when we visited yesterday, I'll yoink them and put them up here. Or you can visit their blog and check them out. Either way, I just realised that the sweater I'm wearing tend to make me look huge because it just hangs down over my boobs. Sigh.

Anyhow, we really didn't do much on our extra day. Dawn worked on some of her portraits upstairs on her computer. I eventually had to give up and head back downstairs because my knee started killing me. We watched the Pats game and plotted the demise of Dawn's pesty, pesty kitten.

As stated above, we dropped in on the Sohmers after finding out that there was no school today, either. We finally arrived around 10:30.

Holy jesus, is there a lot of snow! I guess we're getting more on Wednesday... another 6" or so. We have about a foot on our porch, alone, that need to be cleared. There's about 30" on the ground outside. I guess it took Sue, the vice principal of Steven's school, 5 hours to get from the North End to Rockland. For those who don't live around here, that's normally a 40 minute or less trip. I'll put up with Vermont's assbiting cold, thanks.

We have no photos from Vermont because the damned batteries kept dying. I think we literally got one of my nephew, who is HUGE. He and Elliott are the same size now, except Elliott is a year older. You'd never know it though.

I actually need to shower, but I have no ambition. Steven's napping because he was on the phone until 2:30 last night with an old friend he thought might have died in 9/11. She, obviously, is still quite living. It's cool, though, because we had planned on just bumming around today. I think all we're really intending on doing is getting my crutch gel pads (I have horrible bruises and hot spots from the pressure against my bra underwires) and possibly return my Christmas present from Steven that doesn't fit.

OOH! They have the little snowcat out removing snow from our parking lot. Yay!

All right, off to shower now.

Target, how I love thee. Let me count the ways... Much as I love my Levis, I found that Target offers custom made jeans for $34.99! I regularly pay that much for a pair of non-custom Levis. I am so sorely tempted to order a pair. Custom jeans are usually way the christ more expensive.

I wonder how I should list my bra/bust size, though. They only go up to DD. I wear an F. Do I put down that I'm a 40DD or do I put down 36DD? Bleh. They should list big sizes more. Stupid boobies. Oh well, all I know is that I've lost enough weight that I can wear a couple of my 34s now and that makes me super happy.

I'm wicked tired. We (obviously) not going out for the New Year. We bought a couple of bottles of cheap champagne and Steven is making teriyaki steak tips and rice for dinner. We may watch a movie. I may try and cajole Laura into stopping by and picking up her present (I know you'll read this, Laura ^_^)

I wish my mouth didn't hurt. The painkillers are making me grind my teeth for some unknown reason.

Today has been a remarkably good day, considering how it started out. I have four very nice, new tires on my car. I'm probably a little too excited about that, but it'll be nice to have tread again. I hate skidding on wet roads. Unfortunately, the whole experience was somewhere to the tune of $430, but that's with road hazard and free maintenance and what not.

I also found a dress for Beth's wedding.. Steven and I have only been shopping for one for about three weeks now. He's to the point where he knows what size I wear through the hips (a 14), what size I wear in the waist (a 10 or a 12) and what size I wear in the chest (a 16 or an 18). It was pretty funny to see him rattling this off to the bewildered salesperson.

Anyhow... The dress is black, slightly off the shoulder, with a pretty cowl neck, and has a nice swing skirt. It has a sparkly pattern that kind of looks like stars all over it. It makes me look kind of busty, but then again, what doesn't? It's slightly below my knees. I got it at, of all places, Fashion Bug. I would never have gone in there, but my mum insisted. I'm so glad that I did!

For anyone else who cares (read: wants to give opinions on nylons, jewelry, etc.) my shoes are black peau de soir Steve Maddens and very 20s looking. I'll post a picture if I can. I need to get jewelry.

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I think that's about all.. I'm tired and we have a scotch tasting event to go to tomorrow, so I need all the sleep I can get.

Last night, I went out and blew 40% of my paycheque this week. I bet you're thinking it was on good wine, or shoes, or dinner out at a fabulous restaurant. It wasn't. It was on groceries at Stop & Shop.

Evidently, neither of us have been watching the home goods level, so we ran out of damn near everything yesterday. We had to buy toilet paper, conditioner, sudafed, and shaving creme, amongst the food stuffs we also needed. The whole shebang came to $40.07. That would indeed be 40% of my paycheque this week. I guess Steven's going to be paying for everything else this week-end, since his cheque is obviously going to be bigger than mine.

I still should be taking a shower. I need to pick Steven up at 2:30, and from there, we need to pick up the kid, since she has insinuated that we need to feed him (preferably at a restaurant) if we don't have him back by 5. She lives in the middle of nowhere; there's no place to really take him that doesn't eat up most of the visitation time, except to Friendly's. Not only can we not afford to take him out to eat every single Wednesday, but it's just not good for him, since all he will eat there is chicken and fries. I just read an article on just how fattening and caloric kids' meals really are. Tis a good thing we decided that meals would be a little more home-oriented.

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Happy New Year! My resolution is to have more sex this year. So far, so good.. I've gone about thrice today (not that anyone wants details of my sex life...) It's always good to make resolutions I can actually keep. It's sort of like giving up things for Lent. I always give up smoking or giving up something for Lent for Lent. I'm a lousy Catholic.

Actually, I did start 2004 off with a pop and a bang... literally. I'll let the double entendre infiltrate. We picked up a nice bottle of champagne (excuse me: sparkling white wine, since it was, in actuality, not from France, but Italy.) It's called DeFarveri, for anyone who is interested, and it's remarkably good, considering I normally dislike both white wine and champagne. We popped the cork... well, the cork really popped itself and we've not yet found it... exactly at midnight. How cheesy, right? Toasted, announce resolutions, had a New Year's kiss over obligatory chinese food... I don't need to elaborate over the rest. Ended up watching the History of Sex on the History Channel before conking out.

I think passing out may be a better term. I had far too much to drink last night. Went out for ice cream with Allison and her fiancé Jay. Hung out there until 10ish, then went to see Mum and Bruce for margaritas (1.5 for me and .5 for Steven because he was driving) and incidental chinese food from the scary Orient Express uptown, back to Weymouth for chinese from the Fortune Cookie, then back to here where I consumed all but one glass of champagne (around 650 mL), a spoonful of codiene cough syrup, and two sudafed.

I was not hungover this morning. I was very proud of myself. I even managed to get my ass to work on time. Evil work.

I did manage to be able to sneak out for a break, where I had the bargains of the century at the GAP. I paid $42.97 for $107.50 worth of merchandise. I love after Christmas sales. Anyhow, I got this super mod blue skirt ($19.99), a pair of pants for Steven ($12.99), and a really soft, long sleeved grey shirt ($9.99). I did not find the long sleeved shirts that I was looking for/needed. I tried on a couple of tops at Old Navy, but my breasts are so big that they just looked indecent. This meant that they were really bad, considering I was wearing a thin, white tee shirt the other day that said "Young, Willing, and Eager". Anything wrapped or split necked looks like it's practically open to my navel or half my breasts are hanging out or something. If it's not V-necked, it usually rides up in front so my navel is hanging out. I am not cool with that. Navel = no-no spot.

I digress. I went to Yankee Candle after and bought the last MacIntosh Apple votive. That and Key Lime Pie are my favourite scents in that place. I should really expend a little extra money on a couple more votive holders, since I hate spending the extra for the jars. I still may eventually break down and buy the Housewarmer in MacIntosh Apple, considering just how much I like it. The Festival of Lights one that Steven picked out smells pretty good, too.

I actually want to pick up the Citrus & Teakwood one I saw when I was in the store earlier. Ha, evidently, they have chardonnay and merlot scented candles, as well. I'd love to smell those.

I'm still not cool with having had to work an 8 hour solo at work, but since when did my opinion matter? I managed to sneak out for a break because Steven's an absolute darling and watched the store long enough to make the afore-mentioned GAP and Yankee Candle run, as well as a stop by Mickey D's so I could actually have lunch. I'd like to know what kind of manager gets the day after X-Mas off, the following week-end, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day off, especially when the 30th., 31st., and 1st. are when the store inventory is supposed to be taking place. For that manner, what manager gets to work less than 40 hours a week during holiday season? I need to find a new job. Julie's a cunt. I don't care if she did get us gifts. I'm sick of her bull.

I should go to bed. I'm going out to breakfast with Steven, his parents, his brother, and his wife at something like 10:30. This means that I need to be up around 9. Not fun when you've been getting up at 11 to 11:30 all week. It's still better than this morning, though, trying to get up at 8 after the kind of drinking I had been doing the previous night. Besides, I still want to do a little more window shopping before I go to sleep. I want to see what's out there for long sleeved shirts.

Once and again, here's hoping 2004 will be better than 2003.

Long day... I absolutely cannot spend the whole day shopping without coming home dead tired.

I just got totally distracted.. There are football players behind the ESPN reporter doing funny little dances and making faces. Good to see maturity in sports.

So, yea... I went to the Emerald Square Mall today with my mom and we shopped for most of the day. I did not find the shoes I want/need for work, but I did get 5 new pairs of underpants from Frederick's: 2 prs. that say I'm Always Right, one that says Control Freak, one that says New! Improved!, and one that says 100% Pure and Innocent, which everyone snickers about. I can't imagine why. I also got a cute pink tank top with cherries on it, rather like my Queen of Hearts one that I wore today. I've finally found a way to wear my old buttondown shirts: with a tank top. Yay for new workwear.

Mom and I are trying to get Simon and Garfunkel tix for the Fleet Centre. I'd love to see them. Steven's seen them and he said they're great. So, here's hoping. I don't care if I'm in nosebleed territory. I'd just really like to see them. Bowie is also coming around, but I can't afford his tix and, plus, I've already seen him. He was fantastic, and I'd love to see him again, but no cash and when I do have it, he'll probably be sold out. I'm more concentrating on affording tix to see Alice Cooper. I'd like to see that stage show.

I can't wait for my cheque on Thursday. I'm antsy to have regular money again.

I'm stupid tired. I need to go to bed. Hopefully tomorrow, I'll be updating about S&G tix.

I will never, ever eat any sort of frozen meat ever again. We had frozen hamburgers on Thursday and I have felt so incredibly sick all day. I started to feel kind of icky last night at the last game of the season, but it really kicked in full force today. I've felt sick since I woke up. Ugh.

So, anyhow... The Rox actually won last night, which makes them number one in the league. I'm not quite sure what we're going to do now that we have no more baseball games to go to. That seriously was all of our summer entertainment. We're still trying to formulate how we're going to afford tickets next year. I might end up having to wait tables if things get really bad. *sigh*

I've got some potential for a job at the Sunglass Hut. I've known the manager forever through my various jobs, plus he knew Steven from Software Etc., and obviously, having worked at Lids with Steven, he knows what I do and gave me a great recommendation, so we'll just see how things pan out. I have to stop in on Monday and ask. Tuesday, I have a second interview with the GAP and tomorrow, after I go shopping with my mom, we're going to swing down to the toy store where Meg works, since she told me they're desparate for people. Yay for networking.

I'm going shopping with my mom in the morning, since I badly need a new pair of jeans, a pair of khakis, and a pair of black pants. I'm starting to get wicked holes in my favourite pair of jeans and I haven't been able to afford new clothes since I left Lids. Well, actually, I lied. I've replaced underwear, but that was a necessity.

Ooh. We got two new fish over the week-end. We now have a diamond tetra and another pleco in the tank. Things have gone ok, so far. Caesar has not totally eaten the tetra and the pleco (so far dubbed Creepy II) has comfortably moved in and started hoovering up the bottom. I'm not sure what to call the other fish yet. Steven suggested Neil, I thought maybe Lil or Diamond Dog. Realistically, it's going to end up being called Fat Fish, like everything else in that tank, but hey... might as well have a real name, too. It's perkier than the mollies we had before and it's actually really pretty to look at.

I need to finish my beer and go to bed. I was wicked tired earlier, but I was way too awake when we finally got a chance to lay down and relax. It figures.

I haven't felt much like writing lately. I've had too much to do and not a hell of a lot of energy to do it with. I finally got back to the doctor's last... Wednesday... I think. I had to wait around for fifty minutes to get a two minute consultation and a referral.

Some old woman told Steve and me that we were not fit to be parents because we were playing with Elliott on the floor. What else are you suppose to do with a toddler? Try and make him sit still?

Basically what this all boils down is my platelets are really high and they don't know why. My white blood cell count is kind of high, too, but they're not as worried about that. I've been referred to an haemotologist-oncologist for more bloodwork. My appointment is the 24th. of September, which is, evidently, the best that they can do for me. I now have a month to worry about what's wrong with my blood and a month to be paranoid that this is something deadly, like cancer.

I guess there's fair potential that this is one of the symptoms of some kind of leukemia. They already ruled out any kind of anaemia. I'm still bruising easily and I get tired and frustrated way too easily. I've been taking naps with more frequency, too, which is something that I never do. Anyone who knows me knows that I never take naps and I can function well on very little sleep. Maybe I'm just getting old?

I think that Matt is taking this a lot worse than I am. He's convinced I'm going to die or something. I told him I would take out a huge life insurance policy if I thought I was going to.

Work is going fairly well. I've been there a lot lately, since I find myself less likely to dwell on what might be if I'm busy. Tracy continues to be a cunt and has been hindering us every step of the way at the store. We have to do something with the visors, but other than that, the store looks pretty damn good, if you ask me.

Blah. I had to somewhat bail Steve out tonight. I guess somewhere within the chaos of the move, he neglected to reregister his car and was informed when he was pulled over tonight that he couldn't drive it anymore. It's somewhere in Abington right now, waiting for him to bail it out tomorrow. He ended up calling me to pick him up and give him a ride to his parents' house. It's been a fairly exciting day.

I also went to Ames with Mom and picked up stuff for school and some bed linens at discount, since Ames is going out by September. All I need now is to register for classes and get everything else out of the way. Woo.

I've been up way too long today. Maybe I'll be able to update more in the coming weeks.

I was just surfing Alloy and noticed that they have jeans with a 35" inseam.

What kind of mutant needs a 35" inseam? Unless you go to a specialty shop, you can't find men's pants with that long of an inseam.

Hello, clothing manufacturers? You are not making clothes for Barbie. There is no need for a size 1 with a 35" inseam. Giraffes do not wear bell bottoms or "flares" as you so pleasantly call them. Instead, how about make a few more pairs of pants with 30" inseams to fit the, you know, average woman?

Assholes. I'd write more, but I have a doctor's appointment.

Good god, it's been a long time since I've updated. I'm not really in the right mindset lately to update and, judging from other journals, neither is anyone else. Must be a sign of a burgeoning life.

Matt and I are going out tomorrow night to the Rainforest Cafe for a sort of celebratory/early anniversary dinner. I've never been there before and I'm pretty excited. It's been a while since we've gone somewhere really nice to eat and it'll be a nice chance to wear my new dress.

Speaking of, Mumsy and I went shopping and out to lunch today. We went to H&M because they were having an insane sale. Everything normally on sale was an additional 50% off. So, for a grand total of $37, I came home with a 30s retro dark lilac chiffon dress that can be worn braless, a pale lilac long sleeved shirt, a large purple flower to match my dress, two sets of barettes (one with fake diamonds and the other with fake heart-shaped rubies), a pair of fake ruby bracelets, and a fake ruby heart-shaped ring. My mother bought three shirts, a skirt, and a pin. I was very excited.. When I was there the other day, I bought Dawn 6 maternity shirts, a shirt for da baby, and myself four pairs of panties for $30.

So, my out to dinner outfit is going to be that dress with the flower on the shoulder, my fake diamond barettes, some random bracelets I have, and my mantilla. I'm going to need to take some pictures of this ensemble...

I got a little bit of my birthday loot today. Mommy bought me tons of Hello Kitty party stuff and Matt bought me dinner, mint lentils, a Bettie Page air freshener and the coolest Little Mermaid waterglobe because he's awesome.. It's also been rumoured I'm going to get roses on my real birthday.

Anyhow, I need sleep.. I took some DayQuil to control my evil fever blisters and now I'm fading fast. I'm thinking no updates for tomorrow, since I'll be out very late.

I am going to Vermont next weekend to see Dawn and hang out with Carleigh and then I am going back on the 13th. to see Dawn's ultrasound. So far, I've gotten to hear the heartbeat and she said the other night she was starting to lactate.

Be excited for me.