Close your eyes, open your heart. Breathe.

Why does Nicholas Sparks insist on making me blat my bloody eyes out during each and every one of his movies/books? like really Nicky, can't you find anything happy to write about? It's all soldiers going to war, people dying of secret diseases, losing your true love; where is the joy in your novels? The fleeting moments of happiness that occur somewhere before the end of the 4th chapter, and vanish somewhere before the end of the 5th? I would like to stick a number in your head Nicky; I would venture to guess that about 83% of your average novel has the potential to make the average sap cry. Which is awful because our lives are hard enough as it is. And your stories just put us in the mind frame to cry and be depressed, which makes the small unfortunes of our lives seem worse. And then we feel guilty for feeling bad about our lives even though John just re-enlisted for another two years, or Ronnie's Dad is hiding his cancer from her and she keeps being mean to him, or because Jamie is dying and Landon keeps crying. Seriously Nicholas, WRITE SOMETHING HAPPY.

New Life - Old Blog

okayy SO! I've decided that because I have absolutely nothing to do at my job, there is no excuse for why I can't try to get back to my old blogging habits! Light the sparkler's folks, I'm back.

I'm not gonna bother trying to update you on the last year of my life, so here's the basics you'll need to know. ahem:
-I currently live in an apartment with my Fiance, Travis.
-I work at a storage yard, all by my lonesome, 6 days a week.
-I have absolutely no social life outside my family.
-I've gained a substantial ammount of weight.

So, as you can tell by my half-ass update, I won't have much to blog about on an average day. But bear with me, I'm sure I'll find a funny quirk in there somewhere.

Today I have spent the majority of my day updating my Christmas Shopping list, watching Friends, and clapping. I tend to clap when I feel that the room is too quiet. It's snowing here today and I keep having little visions of me running off the roads. Which would be even more unfortunate than usual because my cell phone is currently shut off because I am such a big poor loser. I also am on the verge of getting sent to collections by the evil Fort McMurray Library because I have become such a delinquint with my library books. I can't believe that between September and now, I have not found 10 minutes to return books that I couldn't even find time to read. Defintion of lazy = me.

Travis's mom and little sister are flying in to town tomorrow night for a little mini-Christmas. Trav and I have prepared a stocking and gifts for his sister and I am so excited for our fake Christmas morning. I'm also excited because his mom is like the world's best baker (excluding apple crumble, in which my sister still surprisingly holds the award of best cook) and I'm sure we will have plently of sweets made for us during her 6 day visit. We will be driving them to edmonton next Wednesday to show them the West Ed and do a bit of shopping. I am looking forward to this particularly because even though we aren't spending the night, it is 1 day away from Fort McMurray and I need that more than anything.