Remember me?

where to start...

Well, to start, my grammar skills have probably all but disappeared in the last 2 years. Bear with me as I try to remember how to speak properly.

I got a new job (actually I've had a few) But I finally settled as a Drug and Alcohol Technician at CannAmm Occupational Testing Services. In a nut shell, I dip sticks into stinky urine to see what the client is currently hopped up on. For inexplicable reasons, I LOVE my job.

We had a semi-traumatic almost-move to Port Hardy, BC. I won't go into details as I am still not entirely sure what fuck happened. Anyways, Travis and I now occupy the basement of mom and dad's house on "The Block". And despite the chaos that this almos-move created for quite some time, we love it here and we are all very happy.

Also, I am now a married woman *pause for applause* Travis and I said our vows in a small short ceremony July 30th 2011 and celebrated with our closest friends at Kingswood golf course. The decorations were mediocre at best, the cake was horrific, and our groomsmen got into a parking lot brawl. But we didn't care. It was the second best day of my life.

So I guess you must be wondering what the first best day of my life was.

Jennine Dawn Grace Arbeau

Born Sept.5th 2012

8:13am

7lbs 2oz 

December 23rd 2011, I tinkled on that magic wand and two pink lines changed my life. The months that followed were the worst of my life. I started getting sick at about 10 weeks pregnant. After 4 hospital visits, 2 letters that put me off work, and countless tears, my doctor finally put me off work until the end of my pregnancy. I started feeling normal around 24 weeks pregnant, and luckily was able to fully enjoy the rest of pregnancy. 26 hours of fairly easy labor, 1 excellent epidural, 3 hours of horrific pushing, and she was here. My little bundle of pink changed my life and I feel I should warn you that the majority of my blogs will be about her. That is what I take the time to do them.

So there you have it. Anything else you need to know about me, will likely be found within future posts in bits and pieces. I like to keep people guessing.

Anyways, Marissa is about to die on The OC, and my iphone update is almost complete, so I should skidattle.

stay tuned.

Hello Frustration - I'm getting pretty effin' sick of running into you.

so this week has been interesting. Monday was a breezy -41 here in fort mac. so my boss graciously allowed me to leave work early and go somewhere that is well equipt with heat. So I picked up some micky d's for travis and i and met him at work to have lunch. i went home to take a nap, and approx. 3 hours later, i woke up feeling awful. i skipped aquafit and went to bed early. not that it mattered when i woke up at 3am puking up my entire insides. this continued about once every hour well into Wednesday morning, causing my back and chest to feel adaquetly bruised from ll the dry-heaving. Needless to say I thourgholy enjoyed being able to keep down my toast and milk today.

however I missed Travis's appointment in Westlock, where he met with a surgeon who was supposedly going to give him some sort of insight as to when he could get surgery on his knee. but as it turns out the trip down and back was a complete waste of time. my poor baby was a little frustrated.

ontop of all this junk, i am still on the job search. I have officially sent out 54 resumes. of which i have recieved 2 interviews, and 1 job offer, that i had to turn down because it wasnt nearly enough money for me to survive. I dont think i have ever been so frustrated. I dread going to work every day, and there is nothing i can do about it.

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.