not so sweet home

I boarded the plane at 7:40am with a heavy sinus congestion. It’s only a 2 hour flight home, but I was scared of the pain the altitude change would put on my ears. I carried a bottle of water, a pack of gum and a pack of tissue paper. The ascent was ok but the decent nearly killed me. There were moments I felt like tearing open the cockpit door to beg the pilot to slow the descent. At baggage claim, my sinus headache got worse, my ears were plugged and the world sounded muffled. I stepped out of the building and into Vancouver fog. My world remained foggy and muffled for the next 3 days.

Two hours after arrival I find myself crying hysterically in my rental car at the Roots Outlet parking lot on Boundry Rd. After less than 30 minutes of shopping I slid back into the drivers’ seat to find my red MEC gym bag missing from the front passenger seat. I had that school/gym bag since 1999 Christmas, given by my sister. On it held a lock that I’ve been using since high school. I’ve had it for so long that I would open it without looking. I don’t remember the combination anymore. But in the bag wasn’t my usual T-shirt, shorts socks etc. I had my mp3 player, camera and two purses which probably cost more than my luggage in the trunk. I was in a state of shock since I didn’t see any signs of forced entry. I couldn’t grasp what just happened. It was a twilight zone moment when something seemed to have disappeared before my eyes, something that had a lot of value to me. Then like a child I let out a whimper that climaxed into an uncontrollable outrage. I called CB immediately who couldn’t understand what I was saying at first. He thought I was crying because I missed him, whatever man. He tried to calm me down which didn’t take long because I couldn’t breathe with all that crying and sinus congestion.

Later that day I picked up ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’ to keep my mind off things. I spent most of my time reading and nursing my congestion. Then Thursday arrived and I picked up CB from the airport. On the way there, my sister wanted to play her iPod in the car. I thought that was cruel since I lost my mp3. She needed some help setting it up while she drove, so I took it from her and threw it out the window. Hey, if I don’t have an mp3, no one gets one. But after snapping out of my psychotic thoughts, I didn’t think throwing it out was a nice thing to do so I just looked at the iPod and said “no, I’m not helping you.”

Within a day CB became congested and sick too. (I can’t believe my bag got stolen) I introduced him to my sisters, friends, Blackcomb and my dog. I think they all took a liking to him except for my little sister, because he beat her in the game of Uno.

Friday night we aimed to have dinner at Coast. We had a late reservation since we went to Blackcomb during the day. We waited patiently at the bar for 30min for our 8:30pm reservation, but the hostess was racist and seated another couple who walked in at 9pm. Five minutes later we were seated but were too angry to stay so we walked out. ( I can’t believe my bag got stolen) She frantically tried to find out why we were so disappointed. We just told her not to worry about. I don’t understand how it is that we could be upset enough to leave, but not enough to tell the girl off.

Across the street at Rodney’s Oysters, we enjoyed one of the best plate of oysters ever! The scallops were great too.(my bag my bag)

Then we went to Elixir Bar to meet up with my friends, but we had to wait in line! We waited about 15min in a line of 8 people. How retarded. (I can’t believe my bag got stolen) Then we hopped over to another place, Subeez I think, I like that place.

Saturday was sunny and cold, but at least CB got to SEE what Vancouver looks like. His comment? “it’s cold” . The trip was overall tragic. It was frequently interrupted with me blowing my nose at least once an hour and my random outbursts ..( I can’t believe my bag got stolen.).

Back at work on Monday morning. I was looking forward to my lunch break until I found a trail and puddle of oil underneath my car. (You’re fuckn kidding me, my bag my bag, my car my car) FINE, I AAA it over to an auto shop across the street and it’s STILL there. Everyday the cost seems to be rising and something new is wrong.

This month is turning to be very expensive for me. I’m so Scrooged for Christmas… ba humbug.

killer squirl

It's been 10 days after the marathon, the limping has stopped with just a little soreness remaining. I haven't worked out at all since the run and it made me realize just how much the training had consumed my life. I've been sitting in the office during lunch time instead of working out, I have nothing to do but read blogs, news, nake an afternoon nap, it's been really nice. But now I'm starting to feel edgy. I've got all this pent up stress and I'm getting restless.



I was actually going to blog a story about this stalker squirl living on our roof. The other day when I was walking along the sidewalk to my car, this squirl started following me. Then I stepped onto the road to cross the street and the squirl came right in front of me, just 1 foot in front of me, blocking me. I shuffled to the right to avoid him and he BLOCKS ME I shifted back to the left and he blocks me again. How strange? So I sort of stepped around him and walked across the street to my car and he just waited there for me. On my way back to the house I walked between a different set of parked cars and the squirl hops back on the sidewalk and runs up to me. That started to scare me so I ran/limped my way up the door steps and he's right THERE by my ankle! I ran through the door closing it quickly behind me and screamed for my roomate. "**** THERE'S A SQUIRL AFTER ME!" "what???" She comes down. We both started laughing out how stupid I sounded. But there he was, waiting outside, running back and forth between the door and the window, waiting for me.

On Sunday I stepped out to go to the store and the squirl was there again. This time he perched on the wooden railing like those fake owls. I called for my roomie again, and this time she threw a bag of shoes at the squirl. He ducked but came perching there, she threw the shoes again (the shoes, um.. didn't belong to us, btw), then he charged at us! We slammed the door "see! the squirl attacks!" I screamed. So Ms. GK, with shoe sac in hand, decidedly said "ok, Headdump, go ahead, step out and I'll cover for you. " cover for me? am I being held hostage by a squirl? psycho squirl.