... my new imaginary boyfriend proposed today.


but I would have to quit my job, move into his house, have a van load of his babies, clean his house, cook food...

ofcourse may be it was that he didn't think it was a good idea for me to live in my own house, which would mean I would have to have a job, and he wasn't up for my kids being cute so there for some one elses.... and romantic evenings, sure they were ok with his boyfrined, and the finer points of living together... Ididn't think it a good trade to wash his clothes or dishes.... I suppose its how you look at it.


I think we are going to get an imaginary divorce.

Saturday

WOW!

things I saw on Saturday

laundromat adventure:

2 crack whores and their pimp/dealer. he actually used the words "holla holla" to greet them. EDMONTON people....

other random things happened in the morning there was walmart adventures

THEN

breakfast

followed by a an outing to: TOEFIELD

where we got gas, got ice cream bars, and drinks..... and went to a HORSE AUCTION. ( Jeremy had never been to an auction). a horse for 425... heck of a deal!

then there was the random farmer watching

and the little girl with her puppy, Angel.

THEN we went DOWNTOWN

and saw random middle aged bikers

a taxidermist/gun shop..... scary shit... there were ppl in the parking lot with guns.... just hanging out. I am from a small town.. but there are gun laws... wow!

THEN Jeremy asked a hutterite ( I will call him boss Karl) how to get to elk Island lake

and we got there and it was lovely

no buffalo though that's not a buffalo is it?

BUT

driving along we saw..... Bison!

YAY!

so on the way home we saw

and then stopped in fort sask for dinner with Andy, Jerry's brother.... I'm not sacred of you guys! and these guys, they are monsters, they have to be at least 6 feet tall! ( care of uncle john's classification of monsters). oh and Jeremy got put in jail! ( for being a monster of course)

who knew all this could happen in one day!

My new imaginary boyfriend

I have a new imaginary boyfriend
he is fuzzy
and loud and smiles with his eyes.
I am sure he drives a big truck.

Broken stuff
the rig I was on today didn't just break down....
it imploded
and sprayed oil all over me and everyone else
when I left there was a welder busily welding
and NOW " we need to figure out a way to share the truck, when it is cold I need it" it was freaking 5 above.
I am going to be totally sexist and say most polite men would never leave a girl out on a site with 650 men with out a means of communication or transportation.....
but in his country "...servants work is by the women"
Lord give me strength not to smite that ignorant man.
.... this morning it was" I forgot my cigarettes... can we stop and buy some" uh no you made me wait for 10 minutes and I am early for work. all ways. Be prepared.... I don;t smoke. I don't feel bad for you.
BUT I got to spend all day out side
and I am meeting LOTS of ppl.

I am polite
I am not, how ever, patient.
you smoke to bad for you.
women don;t drive, well you don;t have to worry about it
you can't make it out the door at 6...
maybe you should find a different way to work
I don't wait
I can be wrong
I will admit it and laugh about it.
don't make me make my truck a sauna because you can't figure out how to put on two pairs of socks
Bah
Venting done

I saw the biggest person I have ever seen in my likfe today including lori's family!
this guy was HUGE.
I will call him purple.

I hate 5 AM

I hate 5 am
no living person should see that side of the clock
there should be warnings you can give to people that say:
I got up at 5
speak slowly and approach from the left
and bring food
chances are you don't know what 5 am looks like
it looks like a 7-11 day old hot dog... sad and lonely with a odd forlorn twinkle in its eye.
5 AM I hate you

St Patric's day

festiveness!

with pictures

after a nice day at work I headed to whyte ave to see what was happenin'.

oh and this is what I saw! A leprechaun! In Nikes!

SO I carried on for a bit THEN I saw a site that shocked me more than the little man with the pot of gold...

THE LONNIE NOT IN SWEAT PANTS!

my goodness... I didn't even know what to think about that! I assume that this is his secret identity mode.... after all those sweat pants must be connected to his super power.

any how I promised green beer and stimulating conversation... what I got: a press on tattoo and roped into a sparkle hat caper.

evidence!:

Mucho macho lee press on tattoo
This is the victim of the sparkle hat caper.... Jeremy was very brave and stealthy, and I think that man was drunk!
Greg drunk and dialing...
helping apply lee press on tattoo
post festivities...... I have about a million Greg drunk and sparkly pictures now..... lucky me.

Imaginary boyfriend

I have a new imaginary boyfriend
he is Egyptian and speaks Arabic around me
he argues that sadie is a girls name not a grandfathers name
he smells funny
he likes dirt
But he blushes in the most delightful way when he is surprised. and has the longest eyelashes I have ever seen.

I've given up on names
from now on I refer to new ppl as their identifying statement...
Guy that just came back from GP
annoying guy who talks to much about the army
Dude that is friends with the horribleness
Girl that never talks
Girl that never comes to work
lazy guy
Guy who doesnt like anyone but engineers...
you get the point.

love the job.
OT tomorrow
no breaky.... and only one day off... that is ok. I like money enough

pillows call me back
you can sleep when you are dead
perching on the day

oh the life of the working class.
I forgot about how it is.
It is like before except I have no time for myself. unless I count sleeping time, which I suppose does count.
the job is good, the people are GREAT. the 6 o'clock start this morning bit the big one. and the OT was welcomed.
they keep telling me that I am going out of town. as of today it was Wednesday.... and they were not sure for how long.... but just in case I am pretty sure they are training me on everything that they can get me to do. and I am A OK with that. Give me truck to drive even better!

I made the best non committal friend yesterday. Her name is Joy. it is the beginning of a beautiful thing.

I saw a lady today dancing on the street. it amused me. a couple years ago the same woman used to ride, no wait she didn;t ride the same bus, she just waited there in the mornings.... and showed me her dance lesson moves. well she is back so damn the snow that will fal this weekend, spring is here because the dancing lady is back!

Wel that is the down and dirty version of my week.
friday I am acrually looking forward to friday!
Saturday Jen and I are going to the le rond for brunch!
I am ealated!
how fun!

You scored as Hedonism. Your life is guided by the principles of Hedonism: You believe that pleasure is a great, or the greatest, good; and you try to enjoy life’s pleasures as much as you can. “Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die!” More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page... Hedonism 100% Strong Egoism 95% Existentialism 90% Justice (Fairness) 60% Utilitarianism 50% Kantianism 45% Apathy 30% Divine Command 20% Nihilism 5% What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03) created with QuizFarm.com

hmmm.... I don;t know if this is true.

Love letter to brain.

oh brain how could I have doubted you. You are a glorious mass of proteins and energy! I love you more than I love my baby toe ( but not the big toe, I would fall over with out my big toe).
the way you fire synapses and perpetuate thought, it makes me love you even more!
One day brain it will be just you and I, alone with nothing between us!
the joy!
the thoughts we think and the problems that we solve.
I will never doubt you again!


with love and adoration,
Self

today

today I am thinking nothing but shallow thoughts
thoughts so small they are not allowed to go out with out supervision.
like, "why are my arms not longer?"
"why can't my white socks be the same"
and "my soap smells nice"

I think my brain is in retirement......
oh dear

Annie and Chico

they are the best of friends.

chico thinks he shoud be abe to protect the farm with annie, being that he is a mighty might dawg!

Annie, all she cares about is that the moose stay out of her yard.

she was sucessful in that task, but the moose still ate dad's hay.... and DIED.... that is what happens to hay thieves, they die. so the Annie moose story is # 17, the moose eating himself to death is #4 ( followers of this blog may recall the death of the hay thief in britain that I linked to. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

yes, those are the same clouds over and over

My family .... and the extras

Missy and my mom....

William and Graham
Janice making her face all messy and bad hair...her indian name is princess crazy hair

William, I am pretty sure he knows all the answers, he is just putting us all on.
Me..... humoring someone most likely
Adam Jim

Adam and Sammi, Bucky, Cathy and Amber
Adam Sam and Emit


Beck and Francois. aka: micheal St. Loise, or mike st loius ( like the city to my dad). You will notice he has on a moose shirt. this shirt caused conversation # 41, I limited it and all other spin off to #41 because other wise I would still be counting. oh birthday boy and girl
Adam and Sami ( birthday girl)
ME ( Sadie) and Janice ( moose free since 93!)and her messy face

My house, and the shop...... and the Tractor

Mia.... the cat post that turns into a cow post....

This is Jack, Mia's new love. they do every thing together. He even lets her eat first. Jack loves Mia, Mia tolerates Jack.

Nosing around

Mia surveying her kingdom
Mia and my Dad ( Jim) discussing the finer points of theology. mostly does every right turn deserve another.Mia meets her first Cow. In the back porch. coincidentally also the first spring calf.... in the basement. she did not seem impressed, even when he moo-ed at her. ( he is a very cute calf just very cold, he went and was born on the bloody coldest day I was there)

SO he is a Billy calf ( in reference to his father, also my dad and brother name the bulls after themselves, Billy being Adam's nick name... don;t even get me started how messed up that is. they name the cows after the aunties in the family and my moms friends *sigh*. the inner working of the farmers brain can not be explained.) because he is a nice looking calf and billy is a nice looking bull. I don't expect many of you to appreciate this but tough. Any how, so Billy-calf has been dubbed Micheal, begrudgingly by my dad, because he was born on his birthday, and visa versa. Micheal-calf is back with his mama and they are getting preferential treatment in the presidential suite of the Klassen corral system.

Real Life

sooo, I have to go to work on Monday...

it doesn;t seem to be much of a task

except...... well..... I don' think I really remember how to work

I am sure its like riding a bike

it will all come back to me after I fall off and bleed a couple ounces of plasma, red blood cells and platelets on the ground.

BUT

I did get more than one offer, not bad, 4 resumes 2 interviews and 2 job offers which were both respectable.

I think to celebrate I will go buy a new lunch box. something with Betty Paige on it. OR may be Lou Reed.

hmmmm as long as it has a thermos.