Wow, do I ever suck ass! It seems every second or third entry begins with my appologizing for being such a wad and not updating more often. Well, this one is no different, Sorry all. I will honestly try to force my ass into gear and start updating more often.
Oh, and I'm going to appologize in advance... this one's going to be a long one!
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Ahhh... where to start, where to start? Well, for about three months now, everybody in the military has known that a rather hefty raise coupled with a damn decent back-pay was not only in the works, but on the way fairly shortly. We got word sometime last month that that raise was going to finally see the light of day last Friday, so naturally for the past few weeks everybody has been making a list and checking it umpteen times to make sure that they'll be able to cover everything on it, and that they haven't got a penny left by the end of their spending. I was no exception to this, and my list has changed probably about 15 times in the past week alone.
One thing that has never waivered on this list, however, is the purchase of a rather expensive high-end digital camera. Thursday night, I finally manage to calm my excitement somewhat and drift off into dream-land, know that upon my awakening, I would have very little time to wait before becoming the owner of one hell of a camera.
Now, one may think that a camera isn't such a big deal, and that a hefty raise, although helpful, really isn't necessary for the purchasing of one. However, one in that category would probably not know that I've been dying to get a decent camera and start into something of a hobby of photography for the past great number of years.
I now have that camera (a Canon Digital Rebel SLR, for those that were curious), and couldn't possible be happier for having bought it (despite the fact that the price-tag on it consisted of 4 digits). That was Friday... Friday morning in fact, and I had to work Friday afternoon... naturally my new toy had to come with me, so I could brag to all the kids during recess, and my performance at work was rather lack-luster at the best of times.
Thankfully, though, due to the fact that Saskatchewan has the most retarded winds known to man, there was a pittiful amount of flying going on, and I was sent home early. Yay, me!!!
Friday night, at this point seemed likely to be rather un-eventful. There were a couple people planning on coming over to share in the pleasure of imbibing one or two mildly alcoholic beverages, but beyond that, not a whole lot planned.
Well, that changed in a matter of hours, when we get a phone-call from our ex-roommate who had to move out to Edmonton for a job. He calls us from a cell phone apparently just slightly west of the Albert/Sask. border, and informs us that he's inbound for the weekend, and expects, nay, demands that there be riotous good times awaiting him upon his arrival.
Now, unfortunately, we've not been able to see this ex-roommate since he moved out around the start of January, and we are suddenly quite excited at the idea that night shall soon be falling. Immediately my roommate runs to his room to lock himself away for about an hour and a half. Confused, I figured, "Well, maybe somethings up... *shrug*". He finally returns from his self-induced seclusion to return bearing a CD-R in his hand and a proclimation, "I am so FUCKING STOKED for tonight!!!" (We're both particularily eloquent when we get excited.
)
Finally one of the girls that was planning to come out decides it's time to call us, and we wander our way into town to pick her and her friend up. Well, this is the kind of girl that epitomizes the "Girls take forever to get ready" stereotype. We end up standing in her kitchen for 45 minutes waiting for her to FINALLY be ready to go (after telling us on the phone she was all ready to go). Me and my roommate are forcing ourselves to be polite and not start tapping our feet in anticipation... we got booze waiting for us, woman! AND our old roommates coming home for the weekend!! GAH!!!
So we eventually make it back home, with the girls in tow, and commence into what would turn out to be a rather extended party broken for only a little while, whilst the sun crosses the sky. Then our ex-roomie shows up... THEN the drinking games begin... THEN the pictures start happening (I'll post some of them shortly)
(EDIT: The pics are finally up, they're under the "Welcome Home" folder. Enjoy)
... oh dear what a night...
So at some point each of us finally grows a common-sense brain-cell and wanders off to our respective beds. That was one beautiful sleep I tells ya... not a great wake-up, but one hell of a sleep! See I tend to leave my bedroom door open at night, simply because I love our wee dog to pieces, and I would be more than happy if the little guy ever decided to come running up the stairs and cuddle with me whilst I sleep. Unfortunately, he tends to have other plans, and usually waits for my roommate to wake up and wander to the bathroom... suddenly stymied by a closed door, he quickly diverts his attention and notices me peacefully lying in the comfort of unconsciousness.
Run run run run LEAP!!! FALL!!! Lick CooL SpoT's face! Lick CooL SpoT's face some more! Lick CooL SpoT's face a LOT!!!!(what generally follows his discovery of my comfort)
Most mornings I'm all giggles and laughs when he does this... most mornings I'm not waking up from a Welcome Home bender.... UGH! Stupid dog!
Okay, so I'm awake now... though moving particularily slowly, and I'm chatting with the lovely whitewidow. She informs me that her car is in a rather un-healthy state and in need of seeing the car-doctors. Being that seeing the car-doctors can be a lengthy procedure, she politely requested my company on her excursion.
I gladly accepted (despite the fact that my voice stobbornly refused to do 'gladly' in any form), and we made our way. In an attempt to kill some time during the cars recovery, we head over to the mall. Best time EVER! It amazing how much fun it can be to play with toys that say "7 and under" on the box! (By the way, Elmo is the coolest shit on earth, deal with it!)
I then get dropped off after a fair bit of running about picking up nik-nacks and doodads (one of which REALLY should have been the bike in my profile pic! GAH! Was that thing ever cool!), and decide a quick nap is just what I need to prepare myself for what promises to be a second night in a weekend-long bender. Immediately as I bring myself back into consiousness, I hear the phone ring... To my surprise it's whitewidow again. Turns out she has a little mini-drama with her ever-so charming roommate... or rather her roommate's boyfriend (also particularily charming, I can assure you). Swear to god, if that woman doesn't brain-up one of these days and dump his welfare ass, I'm gonna slap her like a red-headed step-child. (Can you tell I like her roommate?)
Okay, so the mini-drama was dealt with fairly quickly (or at least to my knowledge anyway), and I return, once again, to my home to mentally prepare myself for the impending festivities.
And festive they were! Considering the amount of revelry there had been the prior night, I was amazed that there was much left, but apparently a Welcome Home bender holds quite a bit of steam and we trucked on with determination. Huzzah!
I believe by the time anyone got to bed on either night, anybody in the rest of the known world would be calling it morning. So I am now in a state of persistant "Blah!" which just can't seem to be shaked, and I can't wait for a decent hour of night to roll around so that I can make my way to my beautiful bed once again.
If anybody else had as wonderful a weekend as I did, I feel for you, I really do...
(EDIT: Holy shit... longest one yet... my fingers hurt...)
(EDIT: The pics are finally up, they're under the "Welcome Home" folder. Enjoy)
Oh, and I'm going to appologize in advance... this one's going to be a long one!
---------------------
Ahhh... where to start, where to start? Well, for about three months now, everybody in the military has known that a rather hefty raise coupled with a damn decent back-pay was not only in the works, but on the way fairly shortly. We got word sometime last month that that raise was going to finally see the light of day last Friday, so naturally for the past few weeks everybody has been making a list and checking it umpteen times to make sure that they'll be able to cover everything on it, and that they haven't got a penny left by the end of their spending. I was no exception to this, and my list has changed probably about 15 times in the past week alone.
One thing that has never waivered on this list, however, is the purchase of a rather expensive high-end digital camera. Thursday night, I finally manage to calm my excitement somewhat and drift off into dream-land, know that upon my awakening, I would have very little time to wait before becoming the owner of one hell of a camera.
Now, one may think that a camera isn't such a big deal, and that a hefty raise, although helpful, really isn't necessary for the purchasing of one. However, one in that category would probably not know that I've been dying to get a decent camera and start into something of a hobby of photography for the past great number of years.
I now have that camera (a Canon Digital Rebel SLR, for those that were curious), and couldn't possible be happier for having bought it (despite the fact that the price-tag on it consisted of 4 digits). That was Friday... Friday morning in fact, and I had to work Friday afternoon... naturally my new toy had to come with me, so I could brag to all the kids during recess, and my performance at work was rather lack-luster at the best of times.
Thankfully, though, due to the fact that Saskatchewan has the most retarded winds known to man, there was a pittiful amount of flying going on, and I was sent home early. Yay, me!!!
Friday night, at this point seemed likely to be rather un-eventful. There were a couple people planning on coming over to share in the pleasure of imbibing one or two mildly alcoholic beverages, but beyond that, not a whole lot planned.
Well, that changed in a matter of hours, when we get a phone-call from our ex-roommate who had to move out to Edmonton for a job. He calls us from a cell phone apparently just slightly west of the Albert/Sask. border, and informs us that he's inbound for the weekend, and expects, nay, demands that there be riotous good times awaiting him upon his arrival.
Now, unfortunately, we've not been able to see this ex-roommate since he moved out around the start of January, and we are suddenly quite excited at the idea that night shall soon be falling. Immediately my roommate runs to his room to lock himself away for about an hour and a half. Confused, I figured, "Well, maybe somethings up... *shrug*". He finally returns from his self-induced seclusion to return bearing a CD-R in his hand and a proclimation, "I am so FUCKING STOKED for tonight!!!" (We're both particularily eloquent when we get excited.
)
Finally one of the girls that was planning to come out decides it's time to call us, and we wander our way into town to pick her and her friend up. Well, this is the kind of girl that epitomizes the "Girls take forever to get ready" stereotype. We end up standing in her kitchen for 45 minutes waiting for her to FINALLY be ready to go (after telling us on the phone she was all ready to go). Me and my roommate are forcing ourselves to be polite and not start tapping our feet in anticipation... we got booze waiting for us, woman! AND our old roommates coming home for the weekend!! GAH!!!
So we eventually make it back home, with the girls in tow, and commence into what would turn out to be a rather extended party broken for only a little while, whilst the sun crosses the sky. Then our ex-roomie shows up... THEN the drinking games begin... THEN the pictures start happening (I'll post some of them shortly)
(EDIT: The pics are finally up, they're under the "Welcome Home" folder. Enjoy)
... oh dear what a night...
So at some point each of us finally grows a common-sense brain-cell and wanders off to our respective beds. That was one beautiful sleep I tells ya... not a great wake-up, but one hell of a sleep! See I tend to leave my bedroom door open at night, simply because I love our wee dog to pieces, and I would be more than happy if the little guy ever decided to come running up the stairs and cuddle with me whilst I sleep. Unfortunately, he tends to have other plans, and usually waits for my roommate to wake up and wander to the bathroom... suddenly stymied by a closed door, he quickly diverts his attention and notices me peacefully lying in the comfort of unconsciousness.
Run run run run LEAP!!! FALL!!! Lick CooL SpoT's face! Lick CooL SpoT's face some more! Lick CooL SpoT's face a LOT!!!!(what generally follows his discovery of my comfort)
Most mornings I'm all giggles and laughs when he does this... most mornings I'm not waking up from a Welcome Home bender.... UGH! Stupid dog!
Okay, so I'm awake now... though moving particularily slowly, and I'm chatting with the lovely whitewidow. She informs me that her car is in a rather un-healthy state and in need of seeing the car-doctors. Being that seeing the car-doctors can be a lengthy procedure, she politely requested my company on her excursion.
I gladly accepted (despite the fact that my voice stobbornly refused to do 'gladly' in any form), and we made our way. In an attempt to kill some time during the cars recovery, we head over to the mall. Best time EVER! It amazing how much fun it can be to play with toys that say "7 and under" on the box! (By the way, Elmo is the coolest shit on earth, deal with it!)
I then get dropped off after a fair bit of running about picking up nik-nacks and doodads (one of which REALLY should have been the bike in my profile pic! GAH! Was that thing ever cool!), and decide a quick nap is just what I need to prepare myself for what promises to be a second night in a weekend-long bender. Immediately as I bring myself back into consiousness, I hear the phone ring... To my surprise it's whitewidow again. Turns out she has a little mini-drama with her ever-so charming roommate... or rather her roommate's boyfriend (also particularily charming, I can assure you). Swear to god, if that woman doesn't brain-up one of these days and dump his welfare ass, I'm gonna slap her like a red-headed step-child. (Can you tell I like her roommate?)
Okay, so the mini-drama was dealt with fairly quickly (or at least to my knowledge anyway), and I return, once again, to my home to mentally prepare myself for the impending festivities.
And festive they were! Considering the amount of revelry there had been the prior night, I was amazed that there was much left, but apparently a Welcome Home bender holds quite a bit of steam and we trucked on with determination. Huzzah!
I believe by the time anyone got to bed on either night, anybody in the rest of the known world would be calling it morning. So I am now in a state of persistant "Blah!" which just can't seem to be shaked, and I can't wait for a decent hour of night to roll around so that I can make my way to my beautiful bed once again.
If anybody else had as wonderful a weekend as I did, I feel for you, I really do...
(EDIT: Holy shit... longest one yet... my fingers hurt...)
(EDIT: The pics are finally up, they're under the "Welcome Home" folder. Enjoy)
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