Thursday, June 30, 2005
Getting Excited
The excitement is coming and leaves me in high spirits. Work today, doing moms hair. Thursdays are always a bit of a long day, but today I dont mind as much because not only do I have soccer tonight but tommorow is Canada day and the salon is closed. Then I have a shorter day on Saturday and Kyle and i leave for our anniversary weekend. I've been looking forward to spending this time together for such a long time...you know when work seems to keep me so busy, and Kyle's always gone, I've thought of this weekend and it's been a pick-me-up. You know, and then what? I'll be so sad when its over. None the less, Im excited about it now.
Yesterday was the party for our family to family course. All finished. Sad, but nice to free up that evening for me. After the dinner I went to Martha's and went for a walk with her. She took me through some nice areas and showed me her favourite house. I love looking at nice houses. We had fun chatting and laughing and talking about old times. I wasnt dressed for the occasion though and my jeans were unbreathing and most jeans tend to be and it the mugginess didnt help either. When we got back to her house we stood in the parking lot and talked for about another hour. It was fun. Then I started on my journey home. Stopped at moms to pick up a finished load of laundry, then stopped at the co-op station at brooks landing to get gas and realized that I again forgot to return the dvd I watched with Katie and Amay. So I went all the way back to rogers and then, at last home. Once at home I let a bladder full of pee out with much satisfaction. I started getting ready for bed and while brushing my teeth noticed a plump buzzy fly flying around my house. I HATE flies!!!! And the way they fly around blindly and knock into things and make a yucky noise when they do, like you can hear the thud of their bodies as the bang into the wall, and how when they land they rub their front legs together and in my opinion yuckify everything they land on. HATE. Not only that but this fly came from nowhere. NO windows were open in my house, and even then, only one window doesnt have a screen. So that creeped me out-where did it come from? It must have come in from the hallway outside my door. Thats the only explanation I could come up with- or much to my horror is living in a nest somewhere in my house. Anyway, next came the war between me and the fly. I locked it in the bathroom equipped with Kyle's big heavy church shoe on my hand and we had a show down. The stupid thing kept flying around aimlessly, refusing to land. When it would land it would be so fast, that I would come smashing down on it only to be a little too late. This went on for some time, and the more determined I was to kill it. I said "Im not going to bed until you're dead, we can do this all night." Finally it landind on the tiling in my shower and I got it, I got it good with such satisfaction. So gross, I hate flies.
So by this time I was long over due my phone call from Kyle. It was 11:15 and he hadnt called me yet. He usually calls in between nine and ten and goes to bed. So I got in bed and called him. No answer. Called him again. No answer. I thought "if he's sleeping, the phone would definitely wake him up..." Then I remembered that morning I called him and jokingly said you should come home and surprised me. He laughed and said he wished he could... I started getting supicious and slightly excited that maybe he was going to surprise me. I didnt want to get too excited because of this disappointment, if he wasnt. I called Esther who was trying to get a hold of him earlier to see if she got a hold of him. She said she did and then asked "so are you just going to go to be then?" sneaky esther. I called again and left two messages and was about to turn the light off and call it a night when Dad phoned. I picked up and said that he was in Vancouver for the day and was just getting back, and if I wanted to get a hold of Kyle I should phone him over there.... OK? I told him I had, but he wasnt answering. He was like" what?! he didnt give you the number of the house he's been staying at?!" I thought, why would he need to if he has a cell? sort of confused I got off the phone with dad, thinking what random call, he just wanted to tell me I could call Kyle in Vancouver? Like I didnt know that yet? Then I really suspected something. Sure enough, minutes later I heard the rumble of Dad's truck outside my house and I lied still listening carefully. Silence. then I heard a little bit of noise- someone trying to unlock the door quietly. I just kept staring at the door waiting, waiting. Finally Kyle poked his head in. It was a nice surprise. He was said he knew Dad would give it away. I had my suspicians all along though.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 9:48 AM