Just some thoughts…

Still haven’t heard back from Google yet, I think they hate me or have put a restraining order against me after all the mails I’ve sent them. I don’t care though, I plan on writing until someone gives me a decent answer.

I was out with the dog yesterday and was thinking about how cool it would be to have two dogs instead of one dog and two cats. I’ll never get rid of the cats though (yes I DO know I’ve spoken about this before) so there isn’t much point in thinking about it when it’ll never happen. I love them and maybe one day after they are gone I’ll have two dogs who can play together and be buddies.

Today my internet was down for a few hours in the morning. I got more housework done than in the past week. As I was walking up the stairs from walking the dog I considered the idea of getting Xander to remotely disconnect our internet a few times I week so I’ll actually get shit done. Then I remembered that he’d prob do it at some time that I’m in a foul mood and I’d phone him and bitch for him to turn it back on and he would just to save himself the argument… so getting him to do that is pointless.

I’ve been having my folikelmeting (folicle measurement) tests at the hospital. The first day I went I had two juicy looking eggs, the next day I went I had a whole pile of inadequate looking eggs and a lecture on body mass and weight. Decided that any artificial insemination or IVF attempts we will be eligable for for Project Baby must be put on hold until Project Fatass is complete. We will only get so many chances at assistance to get pregnant so I want to have the best chances possible, that means losing weight.

I watched the final episodes of this season of Lost last week and like every other episode it left me going “uhhh, wtf?”. Am I the only one who keeps thinking of The Truman Show and thinking that they are in some sort of giant social experiment bubble? Like, that nothing that is going on around them is real and someone is creating this world around them to see how they deal with different situations? Damn that show… it boggles me.

Oh yeah, I decided when I was having my “two dogs” thought that if I did get a second dog it would probably be a Jack Russle, and I’d name it Turk. Turk Turkleton. Yes, I am a giant Scrubs fanatic. I blame my friend Darron (No not you, Darryn) from WoW, he started it!

My parents are going away to Halifax to some big weekend long Beatles concert thingie. My parents have a better social life than we do. Wtf…

Shows on the Discovery channel about natural disasters, airplane crashes, boats sinking or serial killers fascinate me. Does that make me morbidly weird or naturally inquisitive?

I hate to sweat, it makes my skin get irritated. This is going to make Project Fatass difficult since I am about to start excercising when the heat and humidity is about to hit the Netherlands.

My husband just came over to show me the cut on his finger, while he was here he farted, then he walked away. I married a 5 year old.

The Scrubs refrence in my last post was the subject “Frick on a Stick”, it’s what Elliot says every time she screws something up or something bad happens. I relate to her because we both don’t fit in anywhere very well and always rub people the wrong way. I’ve stolen “Frick” from her, it’s mine now.

Xander just told me that I couldn’t name our future second dog Turk because it’s a derogatory term for people who are from Turkey. So if we are out somewhere and yell “TURK!” we’d probably get beaten up. That blows. Wouldn’t have that problem in Canada! I think there’s only like six Turkish people living there…