Saturday's Suckage

What a weekend. I truly wish I'd taken Allison up on her suggestion of a GP martini dance party on Saturday instead of what I did instead.

If bad luck comes in threes, I think I've maxed out my bad luck quotient plus more. I'm ready for the good karma to roll in. Or if you're the bastard sticking pins in the voodoo effigy of me, I kindly ask that you stop.

My weekend started out well enough. Late Friday after work, Mr. V picked me up and we spent the night chilling out with some pizza and a copy of Hancock.

Woke up early on Saturday morning, ran some errands around town and almost got caught in a difficult and potentially embarrassing predicament outside of Wally World. Crisis averted we went out for lunch and discovered that we are indeed becoming White Spot regulars, since our server commented on how we 'always seem to have fun together'. I'm still not sure how I feel about this.

Drove out to Mr. V's graveyard of forgotten automobiles and then stopped at his parents for a few things. Then he talked me into coming out to the thriving Metropolis of Bonanza to look at a Studebaker that he talked to a guy about years ago. After looking at the car and grabbing some drinks at the Bonanza store we headed back to Dawson. About 5 minutes outside of town, we rounded a corner, came down a hill (pickup truck with stock trailer in full pursuit, hot on our trail) and spot a deer trying to cross the road ahead of us.

Now, I'm not entirely certain why deer are so braindead, but what I do know is that they are, and this was no exception. After leisurely crossing the opposite lane it bounded right into the front driver's side of his Cavalier, putting a nice sized bulls-eye in the windshield, some dents in the fender and doors and exploding the driver's side window all over Mr. V and I.

Scary shit.

Years ago, my family was driving to Salmon Arm for my grandpa's funeral and we smucked a wolf outside of Kamloops, but since everyone but dad was asleep when it happened, our memories were pretty foggy. Since, every member of my household has been inside a vehicle that has hit a good sized animal -- except me.

My record is now tarnished, and I'm not that pleased about it.

We stopped to check out the damage and the yahoos in the pickup stopped to make sure we were ok. Thankfully in spite of the highway speed and the close proximity of their front to our back bumper, they had managed to swerve into the ditch avoiding us and the deer.

So off to town we went to show off the car to his parents, pick up some plastic for the window and to vacuum the glass shards out of the car and our hair.

Damage minimized as much as possible, we went out for chinese at the Orion, and after dinner on the way back to his place, I was just starting to feel more optimistic about the night when we saw the unmistakable flash of red and blue lights behind the car. Assuming we were being pulled over for having a smashed windshield, but still realizing my seatbelt was off, I quickly did it up and we sat back and waited for the cop to finish his donut and approach the car.

He did. Straight to my window. Where he proceeded to write me a $167 ticket for failure to properly wear a seatbelt.

Now, you know you have to be nearing the end of the month when you get a bloody seatbelt ticket.

In any case, I'm hoping it was a savvy move on my part when I gave him my Alberta ID instead of my Alberta Driver's license, since the ticket states that number and not my DL's. It might mean I never have to pay that $167. It might mean I'll have a warrant out for my arrest in a few months. I'm willing to take that chance, and Mr. V is going to pay my bail if it turns out badly.

Aside from an incident with a nail and a foot, a sharp plastic piece and a knuckle and a computer that did not want to do it's tasks properly, the rest of our night was reasonably decent.

We bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate the most supremely sucky day of our relationship thus far, and passed out before we'd even polished off a third of it. I guess it was time for Saturday to come to an end.

As for today -- nothing of consequence. We did dog chores and had lunch at my place, looked at a few more Studebakers and I went shopping with mom in the afternoon.

We're off to Edmonton on Thursday for a few days to pick up the remainder of my possessions from Dear Matt's garage and to drop Xaskaa aka. Pain-in-the-Ass-ka off at home. I'm crossing my fingers that it will be a fun filled and mildly uneventful trip. Please do the same.

After 2.5 weeks..

First things first:

To my sister, it's not an allergy just a bit of an intolerance. :) I don't feel any older or any wiser, but sometimes I catch myself referring to my situation as 'someone in her early twenties' and realize that's technically no longer accurate. I am not officially in my mid twenties. Tres depressing.

I've been going E-Bay crazy the past few weeks. It started out as a well meaning way to get some early Christmas presents (although technically Christmas was only a little over 2 months away, so it can't really be considered early gifts, can it?) but it turned into a full flung obsession after a few days. Pressing the 'Bid Now' button became automatic, and the next thing I know I was bidding on 36 items, watching 15 while paying for a few 'Buy It Now's.

Long story short I have a grand total of 2 actual Christmas gifts, a really cool vintage handbag and a Nokia N800 on the way.

I fell in love with that last device while I was in Paris at a hostel. One of my American roommates had one, and since the 2 working computers they had in the lobby were almost always occupied, he allowed us all to check our Facebook before we went to bed. Since WiFi hotspots are so commonplace now that I even see signs advertising them in good ol' Dawson Creek, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and give in to my increasing dependency on the interweb.

I thought long and hard about getting an iPhone, but if I plan on staying in Dawson for awhile, it seems a little silly to buy a phone that runs on a network that doesn't reach anywhere near my folks' place and I certainly have no need for an iPod Touch with my kickass 30 GB Zen Vision:M still rocking my world, so I thought having a portable internet tablet would be the way to go.

Sadly, I did not get the job I was in line for. I would go into detail, but after checking my blog traffic, I realize that I should keep things a little more PC especially when referring to goings-on at EnCana Steeprock. Oh well, life goes on.

Mr. V is still great. He mentioned on a whim the other day that we should look into getting working holiday Visa's to take a trip to Australia next winter, and that was all it took.. I was posing for cheesy pictures in front of Uluru and the Sydney Opera House, taking helicopter rides over the 12 Apostles, diving in the Great Barrier Reef and getting drunk in a sweet Melbourne nightclub. Now to make all my dreams a reality...

His house is almost completed. His dad is doing his flooring tomorrow morning, while he finishes drywalling the bathroom and getting the flooring for the kitchen, bath and porch. I'm extremely excited to have a place to hang out where parents don't pay the mortgage.

Mom went in for a partial hysterectomy last week and is home and in pain now. I am playing nursemaid and Go-For for the next 2 weeks at least.

Other than that, things are well. The snow has landed and not left, which although sad means that dogsledding is in the cards in the next few weeks. The dogs and I both need the exercise and I need more photo ops in my life.