Canadutch
Don’t let the friendly face fool you! This woman means business! hehe
Xander’s mom is totally whipping our asses into shape and making us work in the house. It was funny because yesterday I was talking to my mother and telling her all the work we got done yesterday and she told me I shouldn’t work his mother too hard. I had to laugh because she’s the one working us! We’re getting an amazing amount done though and the place is really starting to look good.
Our diningroom is almost finished… Gone from a ghastly white/pink to a lovely brownish color with white trim. We still have to cover one wall with the fiberglass wallpaper so we can paint it as well. It’s really exciting to see the difference in the house because every little thing we change makes it feel more and more like our home rather than that place we put our stuff.
Was watching Survivor last night, so it’s Tom and Katie left. I hope the jury has the sense to vote for Tom because he’s far more deserving than miss “I played the cards I was dealt”. She lucked into the spot she was in and wouldn’t even be there if it weren’t for Ian. What’s sad is that he’ll probably still vote for her, probably hoping to get into her pants after the show .. just like the geek he is.
Had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that Corinne, the girl next door, brought over a little box for us to hold for her. When we looked inside it had drugs in it and all these miniature needles for shooting up. A guy showed up at the door who was clearly a drug dealer and he wanted the money for the drugs. He wouldn’t believe us that they weren’t ours, that it was from the neighbour and he was pissed. There was a really long thin pencil laying on the table, sort of the shape of a knitting needle. It was blue. He stabbed Xander in the chest with it and he was dieing right befoe my eyes.. I was so upset I was not just crying but wailing. When the girl next door came back looking for the box I was furious. I was in a complete rage and told her what had happened, she wasn’t at all concerned and just wanted the box back. Then I grabbed onto her and beat her head off our bedroom wall until she was dead. I can still remember her blood on the wall, it was so vivid.
Xander told me this morning that I must have had a really good or really bad dream because I was whimpering in my sleep. I told him about my dream and he’s fairly convinced that I’m a complete psycho. Can’t really argue with him…
