I was going to do a thirty minute purge but I didn't have half an hour so I picked at this for two days instead...now I've made it bleed. I know it makes no sense, that seems to be a running theme with me lately...out of sight and more than a little out of my mind.

I drove to Cowtown last Wednesday afternoon so that I could do some running around and get my hair cut before my boy flew in at 10pm. My one winged stylist (sings the song sounds like she’s singin’) is recovering nicely from her snowboarding accident and she says she is pretty content not to be going back up the hill again this year. This is precisely why I avoid ski hills, that falling down shit is traumatizing. My husband told her it’s time to take up a less dangerous sport, like knitting. The girl is all of 24 years old so I’m pretty sure there is not a basket of wool in her near future. Despite her injury she did a fine job on my ‘do. She put a splash of platinum on top and darkened up my grey Icelandic blonde roots.

I called my girlfriend Jack and asked her if she’d like to meet my brother (sic) and I for dinner at the gluten free restaurant where my sil works. I don’t mind skipping the gluten if it means I can eat with my brother without him worrying about getting the shits afterward. The three of us ate a delicious dinner and then hung out and visited for another two hours. It’s not very often we have that kind of time to just talk and it was wonderful. They both worked on me a little about moving to the city, being able to spend more time with the two of them certainly sweetens the pot.

After dinner I did a little shopping and picked up some vittles for the weekend. What I save on groceries in the city almost pays for my gas to get there. The quality however is where the real difference is. Our local grocery stores should be ashamed of the produce they sell but they are not because there are only two here and they both are lousy and they have a monopoly (biopoly?) so they can feed us (literally) any crap they want and we have to pay twice what it’s worth and eat it up and say “mmm that was good, can I have some more rotten lettuce?!” There is always a big hubbub here about shopping locally but I feel no guilt in making purchases out of town. When our grocers give a flying fig about the oldy moldy vegetables and mushy brown fruit they sell us then maybe I’ll make an effort to spend more of my money in their stores. *gets down off soapbox*

It was good to see my boy. He was the highlight of my week (my life) He always looks taller and skinnier to me when I haven’t seen him for a while. I might be a Jewish mother. We got out of the city at 11pm and I was completely exhausted and not looking forward to the long drive home but we talked all the way and the three hour trek went by pretty quickly. I love driving with my son, we have our best conversations in the car. Poor thing is a captive audience. He HAS to listen to his mother when his only alternative is to jump out of the car and brave the Canadian wilderness in the dark.

The weekend was great, we had the family over for Chinese potluck (potruck?) on Saturday night. The food was fantastic and the company was pretty good too. Despite my love for my clan it wears me out having people over. By the time they all left and we got the kitchen cleaned up I was ready to drop (stop and roll). I think I try too hard. I know I don’t have to but we don’t do the gatherings here very often so I guess I like to do it up right. I had chopsticks for everyone, there were appies on the table when they all got here, drinks were flowing, I had all of the food organized to be hot and ready at the same time and I even put together a platter of goodies (fortune cookies and easter treats) for dessert. Anyway, I know I bring it all on myself as I want to be the hostess with the mostest but frankly it’s too much like work. Oh, my aunt made some coconut shrimp that were incredible, we decided they were so delicious they’d be fabulous on ice cream. Only my family would even consider shellfish on dessert.

The Boy caught the big silver dog back to Vancouver. What should have been an eight hour bus ride became a twelve hour nightmare. The bus he was supposed to catch was full so we had to wait an hour for a second bus. He traveled an hour and the bus stopped for an hour. They drove another hour and stopped for another hour. The kid was frustrated and more than a little pissed off but when you travel on the back of a mutt you get what you pay for and are at the mercy of the company. They don’t give a shit. We could have driven him to the coast, gone to a movie and been half way home again in the time it took him to get there. The good news is he arrived safely and even made it to work on time the next morning. It was sad for me to see him go but at least this time I know he’ll be home again in a month. He has a week between this job and having to be back at school...and that week is his mommy’s!

In other news I am busy as hell. Trixie left on her three week vacation (I am not bitter!) so I am flying solo and working like crazy picking up her slack. I’m not complaining, the money is good, but it leaves me with no time for blogging or anything else for that matter. I’ve also been working on our brochures and business cards and I keep over thinking it and starting over. There is a perfectionist in me...I want to kick her ass. I have more than 70 alerts that I may not get to until there are twice that many and I feel worse about not keeping up than I do about not posting. My husband is off work this week (temporary-we hope-shut down) so he has been painting and putting window trim and moldings up and generally being my house bitch. Mama is bringing home the bacon this week and daddy is acookin’ it. Just don’t tell him I said that.

Speaking of bacon, we are heading to the bank tomorrow to sign the papers for the re-mortgaging of our house. It sucks. It sucks huge furry mammoth testicles that we are in this position (over a barrel) but we are and I have to suck it up and accept this fate and deal with the repercussions of our debt. It’s just a lousy place to be and it gets worse but I am not in the mood to go there now. Maybe later. Maybe not.
I usually try to end a post on an up note or with a giggle, guffaw or chuckle. Tonight the barrel of monkeys are rabid, the laugh factory is condemned and the fountain of fun is puking piss. Oh that sounded bad...almost bad enough to be funny. Fuck it, it works for me tonight.