*Yawn*

This morning I saw something in my last post that I think could easily be taken the wrong way:

… where I come from if you don’t get your license when you turn 16 you’re weird. If you don’t have your own car by the time you are in your 20’s.. you’re just a complete loser.

When I re-read that today it sounded like that was pointed towards Xander, that I think he’s a big loser for not having his license. That wasn’t what I meant at all. What I meant was that where I come from if you are our age and are asking people for drives etc, they look at you like you are some kind of loser who can’t do things for themselves. So it’s hard for me to do so here, because I worry that is what they think of us, even though I know they don’t because they are used to people not having cars here. It wasn’t me taking a stab at Xander, rather voicing my humiliation based on what I think our diff drivers think while driving us around. Can’t help it, it’s the world I was brought up in. You can take the girl out of Canada but you can’t take Canada out of the girl?

Just woke up and am somewhat calmer now. Quite annoyed that my back is still as sore as heck though. I’ve noticed over the past few days I’ve been growing more and more cranky, which I know comes as a huge shock after my last blog hehe. I think it’s because I can’t do anything. Not that I am Mrs Active normally but now I can’t even go out with the dog or do my laundry because I can’t bend enough to get it in the washer/dryer. I can’t clean my house, which is completely covered in dust from the guy cutting the tiles. Xander still has to help me get dressed even.. Bah. If it isn’t better by Monday I’m definately going to the doctor. (yes yes I know I said that last week but I mean it this time)

Last night I found a unit for the bathroom that I absolutely love. It comes together with a 66cm (wide) sink, the cabinet beneath, mirror and lighting unit above the mirror. All together for 183 euros which is a STEAL compared to other units of the same size at different stores. The sale paper came out for that shop yesterday so we went right away, just to find out when we got there that they won’t be available for four weeks. DOH! Here I thought I was getting on it really quick to be sure there was no problems, but it was so popular that they sold out in the entire country in ONE DAY! Holy crap! We’re going to order it though and just have the guy come back and intall it when it comes in. There’s no way we’ll find something as nice as this for that price. We DID manage to finally find shower doors we like though, which was a relief. We can still shower though, just gotta brush our teeth and that other bathroom sink stuff in the kitchen.

After shopping last night we hung out with a girl Xander used to work with, who drove us around to look at the stuff. It was nice to see her again and have a chat.. She’s pretty cool, I don’t know why we don’t get together with her more often. We went to the pancake house (we can only get there by car so we take advantage when we have someone with one! hehe) and groaned in unision when the waitress told us we couldn’t have a jug of water. That we had to order the “one gulp” sized bottles of Spa (bottled water) instead. I like water with my food and by the time I buy all those little bottles my drinks are almost as expensive as my food. I don’t mind tap water so I usually just ask for a jug of ice water. Any other time we’ve been there they gave it to us, but this girl refused last night… which I found hilarious and frustrating at the same time. Even after arguing with her that they’ve done it there before, I still had to order the wee little bottle of water. I have to love that chick friend of Xander’s though.. when the waitress came back and asked if wanted to order some food, she said “Well yeah that’s sort of the point, we didn’t just come here to drink a jug of water”. hahaha Sometimes that Dutch directness really comes in handy! She said it in Dutch and I’m so glad I understood it because I nearly busted a gut laughing when she came out with that.

Our upstairs neighbours have hijacked our game cube. He has a son that was taken from his mother (that he’s seperated from) by social services so he can only come here to visit his dad on weekends a few times a month. I told them if they wanted to borrow our game cube and games while he was here that they could take it. They did, and now the kid is long gone but the game cube hasn’t returned. When we went up there to shower the other day they were busy playing Wario World and saying how addictive it is. hehehe I’m like the game pusher of the block.. pretty soon they are going to start a MAG (Moms Against Gaming) group and come after my ass!