This is my 200th post! I was going to try and make it something super fun or funny... or special in some way. And then I realized that everything I say is all of those things, so it doesn't matter what I write! Right? Gawd, I'm so effing adorable!
The weather's beautiful, finally, and the city is in full celebratory swing for our Alberta holiday "Family Day". Even though the holiday is actually tomorrow, all the festivities are happenning today. I'm stoked, because last year Nate was too small to get anything out of it. This year, I want to go down to Bower Ponds and try some tabogganing and take in a hay ride!! Nate's gonna love the horses, I'm sure! It's gonna be fun daaaaaaaaaaaaay!
The other night I dreamed that my best friend and I were supposed to meet up at this all night arcade in West Ed. Except, as dreams go, it wasn't just an arcade, it was also a bar and had many floors to it, and only the coolest of cool and the best of best dressed got it. So even though she and I live in the same city, we were going to take seperate vehicles and meet there at exactly midnight. I went, looking all hot, and totally was allowed in. But no best friend was to be found. I searched all the levels for her and never found her, called her numerous times, but she never returned my calls. On one level I had to take my sexy spiked boots off in order to search for her and then someone stole them. For the rest of the night I was miserable, searching for a pair of boots I could wear home. I ended up wearing one huge white winter boot and a tiny little high heel. It was ridiculous, and I was red hot furious! So then numerous other events happened and eventually, I made it back to Red Deer. I called her again and she was so apologetic, but here was her excuse: I'm sorry, Jules... but I had to run off and marry Matthew McConuaghey!
The dream morphed into some craziness with having to park a car while first driving it through a posh house making sure not to hit anything and absolutely making sure to do a 360 spin at the end in order to slam it into the parking spot just so, and something to do with getting my hair bleached and curlywigged somehow by some chick who wouldn't stop poking my belly.
My only excuse is all the meds I'm on.