Tax time: the era of secrets and surprises.

And I see no reason for this year to be different. Jessica (samari76) asked me what I was doing last night, because while I was talking to her and Gina (nightdrake), I was also busy plugging away at the computer. At first, I thought about just being out and out honest with her. But, well, that just wouldn’t be any fun. So I told her I was reading up on a baseball game I’d recently taken an interest in playing; I said I’d found a strategy guide to give me a hand so far as getting myself into the game a little more involved like. Bold face lie, but for a very good reason. The ugly truth of it, which she’ll be made aware of fairly soon, is I was finishing up with this year’s taxes–the taxes that, also in keeping with my dishonest streak, I told her I was still waiting on a handful of paperwork to complete. Now, at least one of you is probably curious why it is I wouldn’t just come right out and tell the truth. I mean, she’s my girlfriend, after all, and if I can’t be honest with her, we have a problem. Except we don’t, really. I’ve already completed the paperwork, and am expecting roughly $1600 back as a result. All of that money is going towards haulling my broke ass out of debt. And, as a subsequent side-effect of such financial decisions, I will then have room remaining money-wise to go about the business of purchasing a Rochester bound bus ticket. Neither Jessica nor Gina are aware I’m plotting such wicked evil cruelness. Which, also, is my explanation for this, my only *ever* filtered entry on this here LJ. And it won’t be permanently filtered. As of right now, only Jessica (samari76) and Gina (nightdrake) don’t know this entry exists. Jessica, because well, it’s to do with a surprise she more than deserves, and Gina, because at the moment, she’s staying with her for the week, which unfortunately makes her filtered by association. When things get all official like, this will officially join the massive collection of publicly searchable entries on this here LJ. But until then… shhh. You know nothing, you saw nothing, I’m planning nothing. For now.

ETA: Well, that didn’t last long. Note to self: you need a new strategy. Like, now. On the bright side, no further need for that filter.

My girlfriend gets her drunk on.

For those of you who doubted the sobriety of the almighty Jessica (samari76) way back when, I give you, sobriety be gone (1, 2). Draw thine own conclusions. For the record. I am:

  1. Completely sober.
  2. Nowhere near that side of the border. Unfortunately.
  3. Extremely, extremely, extremely highly amused. Who knew?

I wish I had the sight and the proximity for a picture. Hillarity would be plentiful.

The rest of the visit, and new years.

As is to be expected, after my last post Jessica (samari76) and I pretty much just hung out and did that thing where we were several different kinds of lazy. Y’know, like we’d planned on doing. Sunday was her departure date, so we just wanted to enjoy what was left of our week together. When Sunday did finally get here, I let her sleep most of the morning, with her having gotten up at about 10 or so. We took our time in getting things ready for her to leave, and at about 1:00 or a little after, I called the cab to get her to the bus station. I sat with her until they pre-boarded her at just after 2, and then cabbed it home. She called me at each major stop, so I was able to keep an eye and make sure it wasn’t too difficult to get her home before it became too insanely late for her to bother with actually going to work. Her bus to Buffalow ended up not leaving Toronto until half an hour or so later than it was supposed to, which put her off schedule by just enough that she missed her connecting bus to Rochester. The next one wasn’t due to pull out until quarter to 3, so naturally, she was more than a little tiny bit on the pissed off side. Apparently though, at about 1:00 or so she was able to get aboard a bus that was passing by Rochester enroute Seracuse, I believe, and the driver had offered to drop her in Rochester on the way even though he wasn’t actually scheduled to stop there. So, she was able to get home at about 2:00 or a little after that, at which point she ended up calling me to let me know. She was supposed to get in at just after midnight, so all things considered we weren’t doing entirely too bad there. She went to bed pretty much right after talking to me, and the rest of the week so far has been business as usual.

I still haven’t the slightest idea what either of us will be doing for new years, though. My parents apparently just plan to sit around at home and watch movies, and the last I’d heard, Trish and her husband were planning on doing the same in Ottawa. So my new years plan may very well consist of kicking it around the apartment here and enjoying the fact I don’t have to be anywhere to attend any family functions. As far as I know, Jess’s plans for new years have pretty much fallen through, so hopefully she’ll be able to come up with a back-up. I think she mentioned something about getting together with a few folks and cracking open something alcoholic, but we’ll see if that ends up going through. I was supposed to have been there with her, but my lack of finances this month have sort of made that not happening in the worst way. So instead, we’ll both just have to settle I guess for a phone call at or about the stroke of midnight. Ah well, I’ll just crack open a coke, or a beer, and watch the ball drop on CNN or something. I’m not hard to please.

Idle lazyness in the extreme.

Well now, that’s a way to spend a lazy weekend in snoresville. We ended up going back to bed after all, and falling asleep. We got up at about… hm, 1:30 or so, I think. we pretty much sat around and talked, sorted through emails and doing that thing where we be 6 different varieties of unproductive. We watched a little TV, and just generally cleared our nonexistent schedules of, like, everything. The plan is to just enjoy things as they happen, and try to ignore the fact that by this time tomorrow night, she’ll be leaving Toronto and heading back to Buffalow. As for right now, she’s doing the whole relaxing thing and making use of a few of her Christmas gifts in the process. And I think it’s about time for me to contemplate running on over and checking on her.

Christmas, in a nutshell. Or an LJ post.

So as previously stated, the two of us packed it up on the 23rd of the month and booked it on down to Pembroke for Christmas. As usual, it went over with the required amount of hillarity. Unusually, the frustration/irritation that comes with managed to hold off at least until we got a ride back up here. I think, personally, they did that strictly for Jessica’s (samari76) benefit. Lord knows I’m used to the way things usually turn out. Since everyone else on the flist’s doing it practically, I figure I might as well prattle off what I ended up walking away with from the whole Christmas thing. I got:

  • CSI seasons 1 and 8 on DVD
  • A couple of different card games from the girlfriend
  • A DVD player with surround-sound speakers
  • The 2008 country hits CD (will be stuck on the computer next week)
  • A couple of sweaters, one from mom and dad and one from the brother and his wife
  • A coin storage thingie… I guess people were getting scared at the sheer size of my wallet’s change holder
  • A new one of said wallets from the grandparents, came equipped with $10, for which my broke ass was quite appreciative
  • … And a partrage in a pare tree.
  • /

We had, as usual, the dinner of teh awesomes. Typical spread for our folks; terkey, stuffing (both stove top and home made), potatoes, and about half a billion different varieties of all things green and/or healthy. There were movies watched, though it doesn’t sound like mom got to watch all the ones she was hoping for… she has her selection of movies/shows she likes to watch in the week or two coming up to Christmas. I know she got to see a few of them, but I think the list of ones she didn’t see this year was longer. Boxing day, A.K.A yesterday, was our return trip to Ottawa. The parentals dropped us off, and the brother thing plus wifey came along mostly because they were in the area at the time. Which I guess worked out, since apparently dad needed a hand to set up the DVD player. Which didn’t quite get set up as it is; the only thing those particular two were intent on agreeing with each other about yesterday was that it wasn’t working. We did have a bit of a Christmas party on the 24th, but it was pretty much just members of the family sitting around with drinks in our hand, shooting the shit and listening to music. Jessica got introduced to several more of my relatives, including aunt Holly’s husband, Mike, and their daughter, Sherry (aliases: queen dramatus persona, wicked bitch of the north, and madam complains a lot). She was introduced to the brother’s niece, his sister-in-law, and… a whole shit ton of others. Christmas day was more meetings as she got to meet Trish’s parents and brothers, seeing as we had to drop off their givts anyway. After the parentals left yesterday, we sat around and talked for a bit, had supper, and dug ourselves out from the mountain of email that had accumulated since we left. Now, at too goddamn early in the goddamn morning on a goddamn saturday, we’re both up and figuring on catching up with our LJ postings. My body decided it was done sleeping, and I think my being up and wandering around out here might have provoked her to get up. Oops.

I’ve had a hell of an awesome week so far, the only black spot on it being that tomorrow I have to bring myself to get her to the bus station, so we can get back to doing our own thing on our own side of the border until who the hell knows. Either way it’ll be way too damn long, in my blatantly honest opinion. But the week as it’s been so far has definitely made me look forward to the next time. We crack jokes about how each of us is more than likely just counting down the hours until the other one’s finally getting back on the bus and leaving, but the truth is she has no idea how anticipated the chance is to start counting down the hours until one of us actually goes to do the visiting. As for right now though, we’re both up way earlier than either of us would like to be, so methinks it’s time I either contemplate preparing mass amounts of caffeine for immediate consumption, or get one/both of us back under the covers. This whole not sleeping past like 6:30 stuff? Yeah. Die in a goddamn fire.

The day that was, and who ate my heat?

Jessica’s birthday went off without so much as a hickup. We spent the majority of the day just hanging out and talking, and I gave her her next and last birthday gift. It was a foot warmer from mom, which turned out to be appropriate thanks largely to the fact we had a slightly colder than usual night and it only served to confirm that yet, in fact, the heat in here isn’t working quite as well as I’d of liked. So there will be phone calls made about that momentarily. I took Jess out for dinner last night, dropping in for a couple hours at Montana’s Cookhouse. For the record, I’m ever so slightly reminded of a restaurant we went to during my initial trip down there. Except, of course, it’s in Canada. So it’s better. By default. Now we’re both sort of awake and hanging out in my living room; she’s checking her email, and we’re both just doing that thing where we be like 6 different kinds of lazy. Eventually, the plan is to take off for the parentals’ place and the coming Christmas cellebrations (translation: eat ’til you puke, drink ’til you puke, and get up early-ish). As for immediately right now, though? This apartment needs some serious heatage. Like wo.

Up, but not necessarily awake.

As generally hinted at by other entries posted here, Jessica (samari76) made it here with absolutely no difficulty whatsoever. Well, once she found herself a bus that was actually leaving when it was supposed to. She managed to get herself aboard the bus leaving at 8:15, since her usual bus was cancelled thanks to the queen bitch that is mother nature. She didn’t end up getting in until about 9:00 on saturday, much thanks to one delay or another; be it trafic, scheduling, or people taking too damn long. She was tired as all get out, so we crashed relatively early (well, early for us on a saturday, anyway). We slept in extra late yesterday, then were significantly more lazy than is usual for us while she recovered a bit more from her trip. Spent the rest of that day just talking, and catching up on things. I gave her one of her birthday presents yesterday, the 9th season of Everybody Loves Raymond. There’s another one here for her, but being as she’s both in this very room righrt now and reading over her friends list, I won’t be saying what it is on here, but thanks for coming out. There are plans in the works for later on today, assuming I can get a hold of specific individuals. But first, I’ll need to nail someone to the wall regarding our apparent lack of heating in the place. See, this is what happens when you’re not actually sleeping in your own bed for a couple weeks at a timie; the major cold sets in, and you don’t notice it until you get to being here with, um, company. So that’s the basic plan for the day. And, though I’ve already said it in person, I’ll say it here anyway because, well, it’s me. Happy birthday, Jessica! Hopefully this year’s as good for you or better than the last one.

This post took way too damn long.

Yes, I know, I should have posted forever ago. Deal with it. Anyway, things have been steadily doing that thing where they both calm down and pick up at the exact same time over the past week or so. The visit with jessica (Samari76) ended as wonderfully as it started, if you’re willing to ignore the fact I got home about 4.5 hours later than I, like, ever wanted to. The thanks giving dinner we had at her coworker’s place was absolutely awesome, and so was the company. Bonnie, our hostess, pretty well went all out with the dinner, trying her best I swear to compete with my mother in seeing just how quickly we all wound up in a food coma by 10. I don’t think anyone ended up staying late enough to find out, though; Tasha and her friend/boyfriend/whatever ended up calling their cab at upwards of quarter to 9, the rookies. Jess was getting a tiny bit tired, so we ended up going home shortly there after. Well, that, plus she had to work the next day.

Friday was originally going to be our spend time alone together evening; we were thinking about cracking open something alcoholic, ordering pizza, and calling it an evening to remember. But Tasha’s playmate came over to collect her vodka, what was left of it, and he and Jess got to talking about our respective plans. He mentioned making Tacos, and that pretty much cieled the deal for what we were planning on doing. Half an hour later or so, we’d packaged up Tasha’s alcohol, and grabbed some of our own, heading to Marvin’s place for Mexican food. The plan was originally we’d all (Jessica, me, Marvin and Tasha) get together over there and do some drinking. Since tacos were apparently initially her idea and she had the stuff, Tasha was going to bring it ahead over. But I guess she decided at some point throughout the day to lapse into her teenage years, because not long after we got to Marvin’s place, she called him all pouty like and said she wasn’t coming over. They went back and forth for a bit, her getting pissed off at him for trying to convince her to come over, him getting pissed off at her because at this point she was 26 years old going on 4. The more pissed off she got, the more her story as to why it was she didn’t want to come over changed… y’know, typical childlike fashion. It ended up getting to the point where instead of calling Marvin out for things, she started calling both Jessica and myself out for supposedly things that were done when I first met her like 3-4 months ago. Now, it should be pointed out that neither of us remembers, like, anything she’s saying we’re supposedly guilty of doing/saying. She eventually gets herself over to his place, but insists that she’s here but doesn’t plan on coming in. So Jessica went out to see what the hell her problem was this time.

Now, anyone with half a brain knows I’m not the kind of person to bother getting in the middle of crap like that. Neither, for the record, is Jessica. But on this particular evening there wasn’t gonna be any of that staying out of it stuff. Not according to Tasha, anyway; we were there, so obviously we were targets too. Marvin starts to crying about how this is the crap he has to deal with from her and yada yada yada cry me a goddamn river. So I flat out told him, either put up with it and hope to god she grows up, or drop the chick like a bad habbit and move on to the next. By this point she and Jessica are in a bit of a screaming match outside, so I went out to see what the hell her problem is. sure enough, no sooner did she get here than she’s talking about how she should have just stayed home and no one listens to her and all that typical “pity me, I’m pathetic” crapola. I finally got Jessica to come in, and Marvin went out to deal with her. I’d of gone myself but at this stage of the game she’d of wound up carried. Either into the house or into an ambulance; that much all 3 of us were looking to let her decide. I don’t know what all Marvin said to her, but she eventually ended up coming in, and heading straight into the living room where again she started shooting her mouth off, this time at both me and Jessica.

Keep in mind all of this started because her freaking boyfriend committed the ultimate sin and asked her why she changed her mind last minute and didn’t want to come over. I was getting tired of this like nobody’s business, so when she finally stopped screaming for 30 seconds all 3 of us pretty much told her to shut up, grow up, and at least try acting like somebody a year older than me for a change. I think she got the hint this time, because the next like 10 minutes or so was basicly her crying and appologising and all that wonderful fluffy crap. Jessica ended up going back to Tasha’s place with her to get her stuff, since she’d apparently not bothered to have the sense to bring it with her. She had it all packed and at the door though, minus whatever she’d be sleeping in that night, so clearly she’d planned to show up. Have I mentioned before the two things that irritate me most when it comes to your average person are extreme amounts of self-generated drama, and head games? Well, this little bundle of wtf apparently comes packaged with both. Not what I wanted to see on a friday night where there’s alcohol involved. Or any night, but whatcha gonna do? Marvin and I pretty much shot the shit while they were over at Tasha’s place, and it turns out we have a lot of the same theories. Which surprised the hell out of me, when you consider the fact we come from entirely different cultures/backgrounds.

By the time Jess and Tasha got back, we’d killed the vodka and pretty much what was left of everything else. We did have some of her rum left, so Jess and I killed that, too. Which was good, because my buz was pretty well taking a small little tiny vacation about then. The rest of the evening actually wasn’t too bad. We ordered pizza, killed the remainder of the alcohol we had on hand, and generally shot the shit. I think over the course of the evening Tasha managed to mentally age the missing 22 years. We ended up getting ready to leave well after midnight… I think it was closer to 1 or so before we headed out the door, and caught a cab home. I made sure Jess got to bed okay, then let the other two nutcases know we made it home, before pretty well punching the lights out myself.

Saturday was pretty well all manner of lazy, with the exception of an hour or two taken up in the morning to grab breakfast with Julie and her fiance. Then we just came back to Jess’s place, and did that thing where we got all kinds of lazy. Threw on some music, and kicked it around the place for the day. Sunday was go time, and it was pretty much one scheduling fuck-up after another. We got to the station somewhere in the neighbourhood of 1:30, for a 2:45 departure. Then shortly after we got to the station, so did the hellishly bad weather. Snow storms galore by the sounds of it. All told the bus didn’t end up pulling out of Rochester until upwards of 5. And from that point, we were behind the eight ball. About 3 hours behind when we left, 3.5 when we hit the border, 4 when we hit toronto and 4.5 or so when I finally made it to Ottawa. And it was all that bitch mother nature’s fault. Weather stuck with us the whole time on the road. Except for, probably, about 10 minutes or so between border and Toronto. By the time I got to Ottawa it was upwards of like 6:30-7:00. So I left my suitcase at the door, crawled my ass to my room, and fell into bed. Like wo.

Pretty much all of that week was spent doing job search related things, talking to the girlfriend, and generally picking up on stuff that needs taking care of after you get back from the dark side. Finally got unemployment insurance related things sorted out, so there will be no moving back to the drama capital of our family this bitch of a winter. Next, well, hopefully I won’t have to think about that. Fired off about 6 handfuls of applications, though, and got a total of 0 callbacks so far. Figures, but whatcha gonna do? Same thing for last week. Applications galore were fired off left and right, but notta so far in the interview department. People blame the slowing economy, I blame Murphy’s law. Or something.

Last Wednesday I booked it on back down to Pembroke, so we could make a family thing out of decorating my parents’ Christmas tree. Or rather, I planned to book it on down to Pembroke, but mother nature decided to slow things up then, too. Bitch. Otherwise, though, that went off apparently problem free; the sister-in-law didn’t give us too much of a headache with that. Surprised the royal hell out of me, but for a change, it was a pleasant one. Came back on Friday initially to stick around here for the weekend, dad had an appointment in town so they dropped me off for that. Took the hour and a bit to apply for a few more jobs and pack extra clothes just in case, as dad wasn’t sure if he was going back to work at that time or not. Turned out he wasn’t, so I went back to Pembroke to give him a hand with finishing the flooring project he started at about the end of October or so. We didn’t exactly get that finished, but he did manage to finish up the flooring in the front porch. He went back to work on sunday, and I took the day to be 6 different kinds of lazy.

Monday was a little tiny bit of a twist in and of itself. Marvin decided to stir up a little bit of shit where Jessica and I are concerned, which naturally upset her. Her LJ goes into the basics of what he said, but it pretty much boils down to he told her I hinted to him during our first conversation that there were things I was doing specificly because she wanted to, though I didn’t necessarily want to. I just kind of shook my head at it, but it seemed to bother her a lot. She forwarded me the emails he was sending back and forth with her. I had a read, then promptly went off on him like nobody’s business in email. He was all appologetic, after changing his story once or twice, including saying it was something she told him that she’d discussed with Tasha, or something like that. Siiiigh. Drama blows hard. He emailed me with a profuse appology, then texted Jessica repeatedly with the same damn thing. Next day, he appologised to her in person. She’s apparently accepted it, but as for myself, I think I’ll still be pissed for a while. The rest of the week was pretty uneventful though, and I eventually (meaning on Wednesday) wandered on back to Ottawa. This after finishing the wrapping of Jess’s birthday present. I took wednesday to recover from the week. Thursday was mostly job related stuff, and yesterday was wrapping the Christmas presents I’d bought here but didn’t take to Pembroke with me. Primarily because the 3 people I bought for were living in or frequently visiting the house during that week. There was a little tiny bit of frustration with Jessica’s buses, mostly related to issues with mother nature. Queen bee killer bitch herself decided it would be awesome to dump like a hundred feet of snow on Rochester and area. Well, okay, only 1 or 2. Her 1:40 bus is apparently all manner of cancelled, so she’s going to make a shot at the 8:15 one. Later than usual arival time, but hey, she’ll be here. So not complaining. Today will be, um, well, let’s see. Laundry, cleaning. No, wait, cleaned already. Okay, laundry. Oh, and waiting to hear if she’s actually going to be here or not.

In the chaos that is my life, I seem to have missed a couple special occasions. So, happy belated birthdays, Shon (thecrazykiwi) and Rox’e (pawpower4me)!

PS: If ever I go this long without posting again, could someone please drop kick me?

Here in one piece, and slightly less deaded.

I ended up getting in at about 12:30 or so last night, give or take, and
we spent pretty much the next hour or so just catching up, talking and
the like. She was pretty tired after all that, and I probably should
have been; I did manage to get *some* sleep on the way down, but not as
much as I needed. So at about 1:30 or closer to 2, we ended up crashing.
Usually I’m not the kind of person to notice or even acknowledge the
little details, but in this particular case, it’s a kind of hard to miss
little detail.
It’s a hell of a lot more relaxing if, after a trip like yesterday’s,
you can actually settle in with someone else just to kill a couple hours
talking about whatever. Neither of us moved until about 20 to 7 this
morning, and only because for reasons beyond my comprehension she
actually willingly got up for work. I’ve been kind of dinking around
here in the meantime, doing the occasional little thing that would have
probably been done later anyway, but I’m here and such so it got done
now. I’m apparently supposed to meet someone she works with at some
point tonight, so getting dressed is on the list of things to do
whenever I decide to stop being so goddamn lazy as hell. Hmm. This entry
didn’t actually have a whole lot of a point to it. Oh well.

Weekend in review, and go time.

It’s official, I can has lazy. But I still managed to complete 2/3 of my Christmas shopping on Saturday. So far, I’ve gotten things formom, dad, the brotherling, and half of Jessica’s (lj user=”samari76″>) gift. The other half I’ll be getting when I come back from her place next week. Sunday was pretty well spent in lazyville, and Monday was taken up with getting things ready to go. Today is pretty well a writeoff. I got up this morning, packed up my crap, and now the only thing I need to do pre-departure is wait for my phone to charge. Fun shtuff, to be sure. Which it’s apparently just done. Which makes this a whole lot easier. Now, I just go be all listening for the call from the motherling that says she’s parkinglotted. T minus 13 hours and counting.

Week and weekend in review, and I still can has no works.

Well, as hinted at in my last post, I returned back to Ottawa on Monday and dropped Jessica (samari76) off at the bus station, after a hell of an awesome weekend. She came up to cellebrate the thanks giving weekend with me and the family, and we all seemed to rather enjoy ourselves. Mom’s dinner selections were, as usual, absolutely perfect. The girl loves to cook, and it more than definitely shows. Other than that, the weekend was pretty well spent relaxing, introducing Jessica to more of my family, and just enjoying spending time with her. She loves my family, and I can tell just by watching them around her they feel the same way. Now, we’re sort of talking about me going the other direction for her thanks giving, if I can figure out what the hell I’m doing so far as employment, or a possible living situation should the employment question not be answered. But in the meantime, the weekend was loads of fun, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Speaking of the whole employment thing, I found a couple more jobs to apply for over the last couple days, and they’ve subsequently been all kinds of fired applications. I don’t know if I’ll hear anything from them, but hey, I haven’t called it quits. Which says something right there, I dare say. Of course it’s entirely likely I’ll wind up doing a sales-related gig (*gag cringe die*), but at the moment, it’d still be better than the already impressive $0/hour I’m getting now. Now, here’s hoping it actually winds up happening. I’d hate to have an excuse to go postal on the job market.

Good, I don’t have to shoot anyone.

Jessica’s bus ended up finally getting going again at a bit after 7 or so, so she was able to make a later connection. Unfortunately, it means I’m now at my place waiting for her bus to be in town so I can meet her, but at least she’s still not stuck at ye ‘ole international border.

Side note: I brought the earlier purchased external HD with me, and have started porting all my videos and whatnot over to that one. The other HD, the smaller one, will be for music only, I’ve decided. Now let’s see if I can actually stick to that.

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Jessica’s (samari76) still stuck at the US/Canada border. And for a change, it’s not because she didn’t clear customs. Her goddamn bus won’t start. Fortunately, that’s all it is. Unfortunately? That’s a really, really big problem.

Because lazy I don’t give 2 fucks mode is in full effect.

I haven’t done squat today, except make a rather pathetic attempt at getting dressed. Mom and dad are out at the grocery store and doing some other crap they have to get done this morning. I’m… well, not. I decided to stay home and mind 2 dogs and a dust mop, because that takes less energy. Lazy in the extreme? Probably. Do I care? No not really. Jessica (samari76) will be boarding the bus at 12:40 tonight, and should be here by about quarter past noon, give or take, tomorrow. Long ass trip, but I do believe it’s gonna be worth it. It is for me, anyway. Hmm. I had more to say here. I don’t now. Go figure.

I are not deaded!

Contrary to popular belief I still check on this thing (I’ve even been dropping comments!). There’s just not been any actual content dumped in here in a small age. Really, up until recently there’s not been a whole lot of shtuff to remark on. I finished up my trip to Jesica’s (samari76) by us ordering out on the Saturday, and just taking the evening to do that thing where we be as lazy as the day is long. I made it back to Ottawa in one piece, naturally, and pretty much took it easy for the next week or so. After that, things started to sort of happen in pretty quick succession. I’ll try and catch folks up with what I can remember, but it’s been pretty non-stop for a bit.

I found a handful of jobs that were subsequently applied for, though as of yet none of them have called me back. I’m still keeping my eyes open for leads, but as it stands right now, it’s not looking entirely too promising. Trish made mention of a site looking for someone specificly familiar with Freedom Scientific‘s JAWS for Windows program. And, since I, well, use the thing, I figure what the hell. She informed my mother of this, though, and in typical mother fashion, she knew there was a company that was looking, but went and forgot the important information. Specificly, um, which company. Brilliant. So, it’s pick Trish’s brain time. Other than that though, employment situation’s pretty well the same; that being completely and totally not there. Go me.

I also get to spend two weeks in Pembroke, *without* the parentals. I’ve been requested and probably required to take advantage of my unemployed status and am house sitting for them while the mother thing flees the country with my dad for a couple weeks. Which basicly means quality time spent with the puppies, and an actual house to myself. Complete with a decent satelite TV package. Not that the cable package I have is anything to be considered small, but hey, if I’m not paying for it, that just makes it that much better. At some point I’ll probably end up catching up with a few other members of the family, but for the moment, piece and quiet is the order of the day.

Well okay, that and hockey. The preseason has snuck up on me; I thought it started later than it actually did. Instead, it starts tonight. In… about half an hour, actually. Nifty and all that. Everything is right in the world. And the regular season starts in plenty of time for another little piece of excitement to happen.

The weekend of our thanks giving, Jessica will be coming up here to spend it with me and the family. She’s never actually had, I don’t think, what I’d call a family get together for thanks giving. Or if she has, she’s not told me. So this will be good for her. Plus, you know, the fact I’d love a chance to get to spend more time with her, even if it’s just for a few days. We purchased the ticket last monday, and as it stands now, she gets here on October 10th, and goes home on the 13th. The plan, then, is to have the dinner itself on Saturday, when we’ll have most if not all of us together for it. Which will actually be nice for more than one or two reasons.
So there, I’ve been busy. Just not necessarily, um… well, active. Oh yes, and LJ idol? Not happening this year. Obviously. Next year, though, we shall see. Depending entirely on how lazy/motivated/whatever I feel when it comes up.

Oh, and before I forget (I know, I already pretty much did), happy belated birthday, Nefertiti (almadefortitude)! Hopefully this trip around the sun’s as good as or better than the last one. Although by the sounds of it, it seems to be improving already.

PS: Piece and quiet can start now, seeing as the fire department just picked *now* to inspect our smoke detectors. Not pretty when you have two very territorial muts.

I are here, and still kickin’ it.

There’s a very good reason why it is there’s been a decided lack of an update since, like, Thursday or Friday. That of course being that I’ve just been having way too much goddamn fun. I took off from my place as planned at 2:30 on Friday, and got to Jessica’s (samari76) about half past midnight, or there abouts. The trip itself was fairly uneventful, with the exception of one of the drivers I had getting all uppity about the usage of cell phones. I managed though to keep Jess updated about what was going on, as well as my overly paranoid family. It only took me about an hour or so to get cleared through customs, and that went with no problem whatsoever. Well, for me, anyway. Apparently when we got to the stop in Buffalow, we had one less person on the bus than we had when we left the stop in Toronto. Oopsies. I imagine Jessica was pretty well tired though, seeing as she didn’t really get a whole lot of sleep going on while I was on my way down, so we ended up sleeping in until Julie called us for a little spontanious get-together. Always fun, or so people have been telling me, anyway.

We hooked up with them at Jess’s apartment, and headed out to a local diner for lunch. Until this week, I had no idea a lunch date with friends could go all afternoon. This one did. Poor girl tried to convince me to sample some of her apparently “really awesome” garlic bread, but after finishing my own lunch there was just gonna be none of that going on. We kicked it to a local ice cream shop afterwards, and all walked outa there with shakes of varying flavours. All told, we didn’t end up actually saying goodbye to Julie and her boyfriend until somewhere in the neighbourhood of 5 or 6. That night was its own variation of interesting, too. We got home and put our feet up for a bit, before going to pick up Tasha, a girl she works with, who’d mentioned wanting to meet me and do some drinking that evening. I will say this much for the evening though. One well-mixed screwdriver should not have sent a girl like her over the edge like that. Jess and I were sort of the short order babysitters for the night after that. Apparently this girl had made a showing of telling them she had quite the tolerence for alcohol from her days in college. Which, for the record, ended not more than 2 years ago. She even kinda mentioned that to me a time or two. So when she told me she wanted a 50/50 screwdriver, I had no problem giving it to her. And she had no problem chugging half of it inside of 5 minutes and being pretty well trashed from then on. We tried to get her to take it easy, but she was having none of that. The girl needed to sober up, in a really bad way. So Jess tried to make her something to eat while I stuck around to keep face from meeting floor. Eventually, we did that, but that so wasn’t helping her case any. Eventually, she did manage to finish her first drink, actually taking her time with it this time, though she kept almost begging us to give it more alcohol. It was about that time when apparently an old boyfriend of hers chose to call her up. So now there’s her, sitting on Jessica’s coutch, and about bursting into tears right there because apparently this dood was 7 different varieties of asshole towards her. Jess was getting pissed, and well, you know me, drama and I don’t get along. So I walked over, she handed me the phone, and I hung up on him. Of course, there was the requisit flipping out, but I think she knows now it was deserved, and something she should have done without my help. I mean, sure it’s neither my or Jess’s business what’s going on, but she was invited over to have a good time, and proceeded to do anything but. And I could tell it was ruining Jess’s attempt to have a good time. Then came the endless circle of her alternating between appologising for a bag of chips that somewhere in the events of that evening ended up spilled, to appologising for crying, to talking about exactly how gone she was, telling me to promise I wouldn’t hurt Jess (um, okay?), and telling Jess to promise she wouldn’t screw it up (um, again, okay?). Throw in there every so often her just saying how she just wanted to go home and pass out, and probably do something I don’t even want to know about with a guy she has an interest in but has never actually met yet. Neither of us could really get a decent buz on that night until after she left, which she eventually did when Jess called her a cab, as well as the hotel because she *really* was in no condition to be going anywhere by herself, even if it was just to her room but she was having none of that staying here for the night business. So between the two of us we managed to get her downstairs and into the cab, then Jess told the driver where to take her because Tasha clearly didn’t have a clue. We finished our drinks after the cab pulled away, and by that point all the party mood had kind of disappeared, so we just headed for bed. And sure enough, 10 minutes after we got there, it was goodnight Jessica.

We got up fairly late the next morning as well, and again met up with Julie and her boyfriend for lunch (this one was actually planned). We wanted to check out a local hotdog place, but apparently they decided a Sunday afternoon, at the end of August, on labour day weekend, and at the start of the football season, wasn’t the ideal time to be open for business. So we checked out a local diner for the second day in a row (a different one this time, of course). And again, lunch lasted from about noon or 1-ish when Julie and company showed up to about 4 or 5 of that afternoon. Then we went back to Jessica’s apartment, Julie and her boyfriend hung out with us for another hour or so until their ride showed up, and after that we had the evening to ourselves.

Monday was the big cellebration of sorts that she wanted me down here to attend. A bunch of us got together, including Julie, her boyfriend, a much recovered from her hangover Tasha, and several other people she both worked with and was good friends with. We hit up the Cracker Barrel, where again we all ate way too goddamn much for our own good. It was very good though, and I had no problem with skipping supper that night. Neither did Jess, for that matter. We ended up grabbing something light to snack on later that evening, but mostly, we were good in that department.

Tuesday Jess ended up back at work, not that she wanted to be or anything. So I took the day to see if I couldn’t get her computer to play nice; it’d developed quite an irritatingly nasty spyware problem. I got quite a bit of it off, then broke when she came home and we sat and talked for a bit. She wanted to show me the local bbq place around here, so we kinda made a date out of it. First time since I got here we were able to actually do something on our own, which was very nice. The atmosphere was relaxing, and except for someone who had way too much alcohol and had to be walked out of the restaurant, I had a good time and I think so did she. We got back here and thought about hitting up a coffee shop, but by the time we got there it was closed. So instead, we ended up back home and just called it a night.

I have no idea what the hell we’ve got planned for tonight yet. Jess just got home now, and I’ve got her putting her feet up to get over the afternoon’s heat. We’ll probably make another try for the coffee shop we couldn’t get to yesterday, but at the moment, I think she’d be perfectly fine with just sitting here for a couple hours and eventually doing the zombie thing. As for me, now that she’s here I do believe I should actually be spending time with her. I’m learning a hell of a lot about the way things go down here though, and maybe after I get back I’jll publish some of those lessons. For right now though, I’ll just publicly acknowledge what I’ve already admitted to her. Even the rule that everything’s better in Canada has its exceptions.

Welp, now I’ve done it.

At the beginning of the month, Jess (samari76) ended up at my place for about a week, and we promptly killed it raising hell in a few different ways all at once. So it’s only fair that we end the month with me crashing at her place for about that long. So, as of the 29th of the month, I officially skip the country until the second week of September. I’m looking forward to it, and I can tell she is as well. She’s already pretty much made a list of the people she wants to introduce me to, I swear. I got to talk to one of them tonight, and she seems nice enough. Employment things are kind of taking their sweet time to come to fruition, and I’m getting rather bored of delaying things until I hear something definite. Surely they won’t miss me for a grand total of a week and a bit. And if they do, they’ll get over it. I’ve been tossing this little getaway around in my head for a while, and just tonight decided to make it all official like. So with reference number in hand (I ordered it over the phone, because Greyhound’s website is made of fail), I check outa this here country at 2:30 on Friday. And from then until a week from that Sunday, I don’t wanna hear anything about the job market, and my employment or lack thereof. There be partying stateside, and god dammit I want in on the action. I do, after all, have to see if the rumours of some of Jessica’s people not being able to hold their alcohol are in fact true. Or something. Cell phone’ll be on me of course, but email and IM will just plain not be happening as often, if at all. Anyone who doesn’t have my cell number and wants it, hit me up before I take off. Anywho. Finishing caffinated beverage, throwing myself in the shower, and then maybe considering sleep. Tomorrow, I go postal on employment people until they give me an answer. And Friday, I do that thing where I fuck off for a week. Does today really have to only be Monday (well, technically Tuesday)?

Urg.

It’s official. I don’t post nearly enough. Or… something. I got back here just fine from my parents’, and pretty much flaked out that evening after a fairly uneventful trip. Hit up the grocery store, picked up lunch for mom and I, and shot the shit for an hour or so. Then she headed back down the highway. I sat around and kinda recovered, and watched one hell of a wicked ass thunder storm, complete with some pretty nifty hail. There was a catching up conversation with Jessica (samari76), and then it was passed out with me. Tuesday was relatively uneventful. I did a little tiny bit of puttering. Still haven’t bothered with the unpacking as yet; hey, lazyness is a hella good thing sometimes. I’d planned to make a couple phone calls yesterday, but that was pretty well written off by a rather inconveniencing headache. Spent a good portion of the day flaked out in the living room watching downloaded shows. And, naturally, downloading more.

I did have an interesting little twist in the employment plot, though. Not 10 minutes after talking to Jessica on one of her breaks, I got a call from Zip.ca, subsidiary of Momentous and Canada’s answer to Netflicks. They wanted me to interview on Monday, so mostly because I was gonna go past there to get to my place anyway, I figured I’d hear what they had to say. I’m still keeping my eyes on another job prospect that seems far more sure, but it couldn’t really hurt I figured to see what they were offering. Turns out, surprise surprise, I’m overqualified for the position they were hiring for at the time. But they do have positions that are more what I’m looking for, so will probably be calling me back at some point. If not, well, there’s always just reapplying. Or not. We shall see.

In the meantime, I have pictures from Jessica’s visit. They will be posted. Just not tonight. I’ve done enough random spouting of things off for one entry. That, and it’s getting to the point where insanely late is within my eyesight. And since I have none, well, you be the judge. Meantime, I go consider hitting my bed. Or maybe not.

PS: Now taking recommendations for TV shows for the downloading. Certain people on the flist are being pointed out. They know who they are.

No, your eyes do not deceive you.

I actually do have time, it would appear, to throw a quick post up here that has nothing whatsoever to do with my ramblings to Twitter. Not that there’s a whole lot going on here that I haven’t posted to Twitter about. It’s been fairly decent since I left Ottawa on Saturday. That day was spent pretty much getting here, and then once actually here, being too damn tired to do a whole lot of anything I’d call productive by any stretch of the imagination. I actually meant to post before I left, but well, things came up and that just plain didn’t end up happening. You’ll survive.

Sunday we spent the morning doing a little bit of shopping, and a little more visitting. Stopped in to see my grandparents for once, and spent about an hour or so there. I also finally broke down and got a hold of a fairly decent pair of shoes, replacing the ones I’ve sort of been hanging on to for about a year and a half. Monday ended up being a little more low key, with us only really going out to pick up a couple things for that night’s supper. The brother and bitch-in-law have been making fairly regular appearances over here, usually and rather conveniently around the dinner hour, and that’s actually been surprisingly more tolerable than in previous meetings. Shocked the royal hell out of me, that did. We called it an early night (which meant 11 for me), since mom had an appointment in Ottawa the next morning, so after my usual conversation with Jessica I fell into bed and stayed there ’til 5.

Yesterday we went to her appointment, then mom decided on the way back she’d go double check her previous cleaning efforts at my place (I guess she didn’t get enough of it done on Saturday?). Surprisingly, she actually found something else to clean. Now keep in mind I hadn’t been there for like 5 days. Ah well, that’s my slightly OCD mother for you. Then she decided to stop in at a grocery store on the way back, just to see how many decent sales she could stumble across. That blue an hour and a bit out the door no problem and it was still a 45 minute drive home, plus construction. So her initial plan to be to Ottawa and back before noon quickly became one to be to Ottawa and back before 3. Oops.

Last night was again, more low key goodness. We sat down to supper again with the brother and the bitch-in-law, and then mom and I both promptly passed out again, me after my nightly conversation, of course. This morning’s been pretty well lazy for me. Mom’s gone over to give the bitch-in-law a hand with housework and whatnot, so I’ve spent the last hour and a bit fixing this damn computer, checking emails, and cruising the friends page. And, because that’s what I do, sucking on caffeine.
This family’s not without its share of drama though, and as it would figure, its habbit of cropping up while I’m in Pembroke remains unbroken. Fortunately this time it’s rather confined to the bitch-in-law and my brother. Turns out she’s pregnant, and by the sounds of it, has been since mid-July. Bright side: I have someone to spoil the hell out of. Not so bright side: I know who this kid’s gonna have for a mother. And, because you just can’t have the semi-good without the bad, while on a training exercise for his eventual deployment to Afghanistan, my brother ended up twisting his knee. So now they’re not sure if he’ll still be able to go. Which hey, I’m not gonna lose any sleep over it if that’s the case. But he’s been talking about this tour for months, and if it’s bad enough that he can’t go over, he’ll be more than a little tiny bit pissed. Because, you know, no good can come from him actually being here to take care of his pregnant wife, and all that.
So that’s Pembroke life in a nutshell this week. I still haven’t gotten very far on the employment front. The one company I interviewed for, when last I heard, has given serious thought to getting its hands on a demo of JAWS for Windows, A.K.A. the screenreader I use, and is going to see on their own first if it’ll play all nice like with their systems. They may end up calling me in to show them how the hell I can get it to work right, if it gets that far. I’ve been keeping almost weekly contact with them, so will probably give ’em a call up on Friday and see what the story is over that way. I haven’t found a whole lot application worthy since then though, not that I haven’t been keeping an eye out. Until they officially tell me I’m hired, I’m still fair game. So I’ll play the “they’re moving faster than you are” card once I get another bite or 3, and see where that gets me. And now I have a dog nosing at my arm, who either wants to play or be let out, so time to stop being a lazy sack and actually do something. I owe certain people comments, and certain others emails. That will be attended to once I’ve got a free 5 minutes again.

Edit: Keyboard loves to miss letters on me. sheyrena calls it a querk. I call it one more thing that’s partially failing on this bloody machine. The sad part? If I were more awake I’d of caught that.

Awakeness still sucks.

My week of almost complete offlineness came officially to an end yesterday, and now the getting used to having the apartment to myself again actually starts. Jessica (samari76) got home last night at about, oh, midnight thirty, after playing musical buses for the better part of the evening, poor girl. There was all manner of fun to be had here though, and I truely think it’s been way too long since either of us enjoyed ourselves quite that much. She got to see a fair bit of the city, and meet a rather small portion of my family; remarkably less traumatic than I half expected it to be. The father unit actually went easy on her, which in and of itself was surprising in the extreme. Just means visit number 2 is probably gonna be all manner of fun.

It wasn’t all about me and her, though. I did get some encouraging news on the job front last week, as well. Which is what partially prompted the opening of alcohol that lead to the voice posts on both our LJ’s. They called last week to play 20 questions about the screenreader I use, and how it’d work in my opinion with their systems and whatnot. It seemed to go well, though they were quick to emphasize they had not yet actually made a decision as to whether or not to hire anyone they interviewed. I got a good feeling about it though, so we’ll see how it all goes. In the meantime, I do that thing where I be all manner of lazy.

There are pictures of some of the goings on of last week, and all that. They’ll be shared when I can get my hands on ’em. In the meantime though, I have tought another American that yes, things really *are* much better in Canada. There is hope for the rest of the world yet. The religious fanatics were right… miracles do exist.

*half-yawns*

Well, I didn’t get as much posting to Twitter done yesterday as I’d planned, but fortunately not a whole lot happened after going to Pembroke. We picked Jess (samari76) up at the bus stop yesterday morning, and headed out to my mom’s for the day. She and my aunt took us out for breakfast/lunch/whatever, then we generally shot the shit for a bit. Jessica hadn’t gotten a whole lot of sleep on the way up here, and had pretty much been up for 30 or so hours straight at that point so was starting to get a little bit run down. Honestly, I was getting a tiny bit tired myself. So we grabbed a nap for a couple hours, went back out to talk some more with mom, then made our way back to the apartment. By 11:00, early for both of us on a typical day and especially on a weekend, we were both out cold. Got up again at about 6:30 this morning, and have basicly been lazing around the place for the morning thus far. Jess still needed to catch up on her sleep after basicly going without it for almost 2 days, so she went back to bed. I’ll probably run in real quick in a minute to check in on her, but I don’t really expect to see her up and mobile until about noon, give or take.

Completely unrelated, but it just came up. Someone thought it’d be fun to call me out in a comment to a month old entry and then go back in and delete it. Yeah, really putting it out there.

It is officially official.

In less than half an hour, I leave to go grab Jess (samari76) from the bus station, and then we book it for Pembroke. The mother thing will be the third person to be introduced to her today, after my cousin and her husband, who are being my wheels for the purposes of retrieving the ariving passenger. I’ll admit to a tiny bit of nervousness, but I’m sure that’ll mostly go away after I’m finished this cup of coffee. As usual, the phone will be on me. So if needed, fire a text at me or call. Also as usual, I’ll still be updating throughout the day via Twitter, seeing as email posting from my phone is a pain in the ass and I just won’t be doing it until I get my next one. You can follow it if and when it gets posted to LJ, or in realtime here. We’ll both be back here at some point tonight, though online presence will be questionable as she’ll be exhausted from the trip plus going to Pembroke, and me, well, I’ll have company. Cope.

Well then there now.

I should update more often. Except that would require we have something to update about. Hmm. Let’s see. In officially less than 12 hours, Jessica (samari76) will be enroute to Ottawa via bus. In 21 hours, I’ll be picking her up at the bus station then running off to Pembroke to consort with the motherling. And then it’s a week of actual proper vacation for one very deserving young lady. If all goes according to plan, she may return to the lesser country significantly more relaxed than she’s leaving it.

In barely related news, the motherling and the aunt came up yesterday for some socializing. We didn’t do a whole lot of anything really. They gave me a hand with some cleaning stuff (translation: fell short of disinfecting the place), so all I have left to do today is actually put things away, and finish up what laundry I was too lazy to do yesterday/the day before. Fun stuffs. I’ll do it later.

I did smack the HR person for Protus IP Solutions yesterday morning. Manager dood was in Montreal last week, and is on vacation this week, apparently. So I still have no idea what the story is. Fired off a couple dozen applications for this or that other job, but no one’s called me back yet aside from Rogers for an outbound sales job. Um, can we say fuck that? So far though nothing all that productive going on over here. Which is just the way I likes it.