Conversations Kill....
Listening to some old STP now of course, seemed appropriate. Lots of great songs, great words...forever immortalized in that special way that only dead rock stars seems to accomplish.
The weekend is here...hallelujah. Life is rambling on fairly smoothly. Miss A is done work now and concentrating on her class...and the upcoming trip to California for xmas with the famjam in 2 weeks. Will miss her at xmas but it is good she is going to see her grandparents - they are getting up there after all and hanging with the family in Disneyland will be a hoot. Her and little Madelyn are going to have such fun together. After 3 days in D'land (aka Hell on Earth for ppl like me which is why I am not going) she will go see the grandparents and the rest of the family booked a week at a beach house, where Miss A will meet up with them.
My sister and I are hanging here for the holidays...she works all through xmas (can't fault her for that @ double pay) but we are heading to a wingding at Dan's Xmas Eve, it will be fun...watching Hot Donna drink and dance and be a nut...Xmas day having a few pals over for dinner....Shawn may be in town staying here while Ayla is away as well so there shouldn't be any shortage of activity. I haven't started wishing Christmas would fuck off yet.
Barking Dog Saga - Part 74683745:
I have made 3 official complaints about the dog barking downstairs...it is funny how even though I feel 100% justified and do not feel like I should have to endure it I still feel like a asshole for being "that person"...I guess I am at the point where empathy is out the window, that dog and it's issues should not be my my cross to bear. I am already suffering dealing with owning a cat thank you very bloody much. (haha) Of course it helps that I feel it got a bit personal after I made a grand gesture to work with those dill-hole dog owners to avoid it coming to this and they blew it off even knowing others were bothered...so yeah, as Cian Twomey/Emily would say "Go fuck yourself!"... am hoping this last complaint really will help, I can tell effort is being made, my goal is ZERO barking. ZERO. ZERO BARKING. NONE...ZIP! NONE! NIL! NADA! 0 0 0 0. Time will tell.
Rat Scritching Saga - Part 938275837:
Ok, so....it has been quiet on the rat from for quite some time....but this week the little assholes are back...have also alerted the management (gawd, they must friggin hate me) etc but jfc...just when I thought we might be home free. Tonight I heard loud scritching in the living room ceiling so I went and bonked the ceiling with the broom handle....NOT EVEN PHASED....brazen little fucks....so I tried a new thing....scritching back at them, pushing the broom handle into the popcorn ceiling (yeah, we are that classy in the ghetto) and twisting the broom making a similar noise they make....it went silent....!!!!!!!!!! I hope this works to scare them off....
I looked at places for rent....still slim pickings. Sigh.
Sounds like my aunt and uncle found a good spot to move into after xmas in Powell River...pretty stoked about that. Sure will miss the Klahanie Drive place though....no reason to even go down my old street now with no one living there anymore. I visited my grandparents there as a teen and eventually moved in with them when I was 15, love that beach and view. Change is good they say...
NOTE: I did not use the R word once here. (YOU ARE WELCOME CHRIS!)