Ooh, my aching everything
Spent Saturday in Grand Forks, North Dakota picking up some of our missing baby gear. When we were pulling into the Columbia Mall parking lot, two 17 year olds in black trench coats were standing outside a door smoking. One of them looked at our license plate and screamed "Get out of my country!"
I was scared to leave the car. Not because I thought either one of them would have touched me, but because they looked like the kind of delinquents that would key our car. After driving and parking at a different door we went into the mall. First store we go in? There are the two dipshits, trying to look all tough and goth. They're babbling away to the people working in the store - the one is telling a story about his dad getting mad at the family cat and pushing him off the dinner table.
Ooh, real dark story trench coat. You are obviously a very tough individual. Tell Mittens to be more careful next time.
Those are the idiots that make me not want to go to the states.
Anyways, spent Sunday dragging the husband from store to store in Winnipeg, eventually making it home at around 2pm. From then on we plasticed up the bed in the spare room, took apart the bed frame, took down the old bamboo blinds and put up new curtains to match all the baby stuff, patched up any holes in the wall, moved all the baby furniture that has been culminating in our living room to the bean's room, washed and put away half of the baby clothes, threw out about 4 garbage bags worth of crap, stated making an impressive "to sell" pile for a summer yard sale, re-arranged our closet, did 4 other loads of laundry, started cleaning up the hell hole that is our bedroom, had a shower and went to bed, where the husband massaged both my belly and back before we were both sleeping at 10:30.
And now here I sit...at 1:53 a.m. with heartburn, and an aching back. And aching legs, arms, head, ass, you get the idea. When will I learn that pregnancy is not the best time for marathon cleaning and moving events?
Oh right, this is me - so probably never.
I was scared to leave the car. Not because I thought either one of them would have touched me, but because they looked like the kind of delinquents that would key our car. After driving and parking at a different door we went into the mall. First store we go in? There are the two dipshits, trying to look all tough and goth. They're babbling away to the people working in the store - the one is telling a story about his dad getting mad at the family cat and pushing him off the dinner table.
Ooh, real dark story trench coat. You are obviously a very tough individual. Tell Mittens to be more careful next time.
Those are the idiots that make me not want to go to the states.
Anyways, spent Sunday dragging the husband from store to store in Winnipeg, eventually making it home at around 2pm. From then on we plasticed up the bed in the spare room, took apart the bed frame, took down the old bamboo blinds and put up new curtains to match all the baby stuff, patched up any holes in the wall, moved all the baby furniture that has been culminating in our living room to the bean's room, washed and put away half of the baby clothes, threw out about 4 garbage bags worth of crap, stated making an impressive "to sell" pile for a summer yard sale, re-arranged our closet, did 4 other loads of laundry, started cleaning up the hell hole that is our bedroom, had a shower and went to bed, where the husband massaged both my belly and back before we were both sleeping at 10:30.
And now here I sit...at 1:53 a.m. with heartburn, and an aching back. And aching legs, arms, head, ass, you get the idea. When will I learn that pregnancy is not the best time for marathon cleaning and moving events?
Oh right, this is me - so probably never.
posted by Ali at 1:53 AM
10 Comments:
"Go back to your own country?" That is awful - I mean you were driving a Canadian car so it is clear that you intend to go home - it is not like you were illegals or anything!
Sounds like Butterbean's room is really taking shape - can we have pictures, or will that give away whether Butterbean is a boy or a girl?
Damn punks. Little goth shits.
You should have yelled "You need to go back to Transylvania".
You want me to come up there and pop a cap in 'em?
Rock Chef - just every so often do we encounter someone like that, most people don't mind Canadians being there.
And sorry, but pics would definitely let everyone know Butterbean's sex - sorry :)
Reggie - thanks for the offer, you are a real sweetheart - lol!
Maybe you could get away with it if the photos were black and white?
I'd by happy to join Reggie's lynch mob and kick some goth ass for you!
Sounds like the nesting instinct kicked in big time. How sweet of your hubby to give you a massage.
Good ol' goth punks... that would have made me so mad - but it's not like you coulda done anything... Glad people like Reggie and Terri are willing to take care of them for us Canadians! YAY!
LOL...Love the "Pop a cap in them"...
Hope you are feeling a bit better soon.
x
Oh wait....Ya reckon reggie may be able to pop a cap in the red necks next door to me LMAO...?
Hey Dan - Reggie knows ALL about red neck neighbours, he's got them too...they once found his blog in fact...after he'd written about them...
LMAO......You are kidding....
I have always thought of that, but I am 100% they know what I think of them....
If worst ever comes to worse...I am gonna blame the other side of the fence...after all it's hard picking !!! LMAO...
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