death by blackjack
my dog is lying in the hall in front of me eating a peice of the couch. i cant be bothered to stop him, his tails all waggin and he looks so happy with himself. the couch is on deaths door anyways, someone ought to enjoy it i guess.
my skiddy trashy turned super mama cousin asked me to be a bridesmaid for her. it requires me wearing a lime green babydoll dress. i am not impressed. but its also kinda awesome she asked me, and since all her friends ditched her when she got knocked up with her cute lil baby and she stopped doing drugs, she kind of stuck. so lime green baby doll itll be. its character building right?
so last night chris g and i drove out to the casino where you can smoke inside and get free coffee, cause i was feeling lucky and he got his tax return. i won two hundred bucks playing blackjack! $200!!!! how thrilling. on our way back to the city the car spun out on the high way and we went sailing through the cold manitoba air, and time slowed down to nothing! it was so neat! like seriously three seconds had time to pass, but it felt like so so so long and everything was white and spinny and the snow looked so beautiful. i had time to grab chris's hand and hold it on the roof with mine to protect our heads when we inevidably flipped, and he had time to say something calming and reassuring and i had time to say something incredibly sweet and then we stopped spinning and came to a graceful jarring rest in many feet of snow in the middle of a ditch off highway 59. ske-etchy! its so damn lucky we didnt die. like 200-buks-won-on-blackjack luck. chris and kells near death numero three (#1, hypothermia, #2 natural gas poisioning). maggie says were young and dont have many lives left. the stoned rez guys couldnt pull us out with their 4X4 and chains, so we waited, shaking, for the tow truck crane hydrolic contraption to come get us out. tested out the steering and drove (slowly) home. told puppy we almost died and he cried a bit. sweet lil thing.
i had a docs appointment today, with the first doc ive ever liked. my heart is still broken and ive got to get a bunch of tests done on it. but i told her i was trying to have a baby and she said 'oh, how? ive always thought you were gay'. i explained to her the whole sperm donor thing and she said 'wow thats so intersesting' and then offered advice about prenatals and her sincere condolences about the miscarriage and wished me luck. nice!
i still love my job. its really too intense sometimes. basically read the paper, all the scary sad shit you see, they come through my emergency room. sometimes it breaks my heart. really. im on this new 'fucking take responsibility for your lives' kick, which is mostly ok, but gets increasingly sketchier as the twelve hour crazy night shift goes on. one of the nurses told these cops sitting around 'hey man, arent you supposed to serve and protect? lets see some service, i want a large with two sugars'. and they went and bought us all coffee. nice. finally a use for those guys. oh and all my co-nurses invited me out for breakfast after a shift last week. so nice! the little things mean more when the stakes seem so high.
beric will be here thursday! when they say wait three cycles they were referring to laundry right? oh good thats what i thought.
some people asked for my adress. it goes like this
kd
778 beverley street
winnipeg, manitoba
r3e 2a6
this is to used for packages and letters. not stalkers and murderers ok?
my skiddy trashy turned super mama cousin asked me to be a bridesmaid for her. it requires me wearing a lime green babydoll dress. i am not impressed. but its also kinda awesome she asked me, and since all her friends ditched her when she got knocked up with her cute lil baby and she stopped doing drugs, she kind of stuck. so lime green baby doll itll be. its character building right?
so last night chris g and i drove out to the casino where you can smoke inside and get free coffee, cause i was feeling lucky and he got his tax return. i won two hundred bucks playing blackjack! $200!!!! how thrilling. on our way back to the city the car spun out on the high way and we went sailing through the cold manitoba air, and time slowed down to nothing! it was so neat! like seriously three seconds had time to pass, but it felt like so so so long and everything was white and spinny and the snow looked so beautiful. i had time to grab chris's hand and hold it on the roof with mine to protect our heads when we inevidably flipped, and he had time to say something calming and reassuring and i had time to say something incredibly sweet and then we stopped spinning and came to a graceful jarring rest in many feet of snow in the middle of a ditch off highway 59. ske-etchy! its so damn lucky we didnt die. like 200-buks-won-on-blackjack luck. chris and kells near death numero three (#1, hypothermia, #2 natural gas poisioning). maggie says were young and dont have many lives left. the stoned rez guys couldnt pull us out with their 4X4 and chains, so we waited, shaking, for the tow truck crane hydrolic contraption to come get us out. tested out the steering and drove (slowly) home. told puppy we almost died and he cried a bit. sweet lil thing.
i had a docs appointment today, with the first doc ive ever liked. my heart is still broken and ive got to get a bunch of tests done on it. but i told her i was trying to have a baby and she said 'oh, how? ive always thought you were gay'. i explained to her the whole sperm donor thing and she said 'wow thats so intersesting' and then offered advice about prenatals and her sincere condolences about the miscarriage and wished me luck. nice!
i still love my job. its really too intense sometimes. basically read the paper, all the scary sad shit you see, they come through my emergency room. sometimes it breaks my heart. really. im on this new 'fucking take responsibility for your lives' kick, which is mostly ok, but gets increasingly sketchier as the twelve hour crazy night shift goes on. one of the nurses told these cops sitting around 'hey man, arent you supposed to serve and protect? lets see some service, i want a large with two sugars'. and they went and bought us all coffee. nice. finally a use for those guys. oh and all my co-nurses invited me out for breakfast after a shift last week. so nice! the little things mean more when the stakes seem so high.
beric will be here thursday! when they say wait three cycles they were referring to laundry right? oh good thats what i thought.
some people asked for my adress. it goes like this
kd
778 beverley street
winnipeg, manitoba
r3e 2a6
this is to used for packages and letters. not stalkers and murderers ok?