No kicking.

As kids, my sister & I would inevitably end up sharing a hotel bed at some point during our parentally-mandated travels around the province and/or country. Unfortunately, this arrangement usually meant I would wake up and discover I had exactly 1/24th of the bed left for myself. You see, my sister was a bit of a bed hog. Her favourite method of establishing the other 23/24ths of the bed as her exclusive doman involved placing her feet squarely in my back, or kicking me in some manner. I would then move away, and repeat the movement until I was *this close* to falling off the bed.

Today? At this ungodly hour - an hour at which I am not yet awake at home, where there are cereal-demanding children with whom to negotiate - I am very happy to report that I maintained my 50% of the bed last night. Yes, Andi was nice enough to offer to share her bed, as opposed to letting me fend for myself on her slippery leather couch. It was quite nice of her, and the “no-kicking” thing is especially appreciated by yours truly.

She also says she snores. I wouldn’t know. I was asleep until my sinuses - currently under full assault by the bug Jack had last week - woke me. At 5:15. AM. Bleh.

Time’s-a wasting….

I’m packed, mostly.

The diswasher is running.

Hair is drying.

I’m pondering burning a new CD to take along. For when I borrow my sister’s car. If I was able to, I’d get myself a new MP3 player. D bought me one two Christmases ago, but someone got ahold of it, and it no longer works. Someone is the shortest person in the family, and has beautiful blue eyes. Not that I’m naming names.

Until she offered, I’d never even thought to borrow my sister’s car at all this week. It means I’ll have to get up early and accompany her to work, but that’s a damn good deal. And it’s probably freaking awesome on gas, being so much smaller than my normal ride. Woo!

Thanks, Andaroo! You rock!

For my sister.

Because she really needs something to make her smile:

CUTE!

Introductions.

Scene: Friday. 10:30 pm. Husband is away. Phone rings. Friend D1 (lives alone, has MS) on the phone.

D1: Jen?
Me: Yes? What’s wrong?
D1: Ummm. I don’t feel so good. And I can’t get up from the floor.
Me: Shit. Do you need me to come & help you?
D1: If you wouldn’t mind, could you?
Me: Absolutely! I’ll call you back.

I then called our neighbor, who happens to be D1’s soon-to-be ex-husband and a good friend of my husband. (It’s a long & convoluted story, and I just don’t have the patience to explain it right now.) He agreed to come over & sit with the kids, who were sleeping and had no idea of the drama unfolding.

Halfway through changing out of my pajamas, it dawned on me that the van? It’s with my husband. TWO HOURS away. Gahhhhh. I checked the clock. It was only 10:30, so chances were good that D2, another friend, was awake. And she lives mere blocks away.

I called her. D2 agreed to take me to D1’s house. (they have exactly the same name, hence the D1/D2 thing) Neighbor dude arrived, D2 shortly thereafter, and off we went.

I walked into D1’s place, and there she was, resting on the floor of her living room. D2 stayed in the foyer, out of sight. You see, these two good friends of mine, both named D, have never actually met. And now? Probably the worst possible time to be doing introductions.

After chatting with D1 for a few minutes, she cracked a joke about she was more concerned with vomiting on her carpet that with the fact that she was stuck on the floor. That made all 3 of us laugh, and the intros were over. D2’s mom suffered from a long illness before her death, and she’s got more experience than I - she was an immense help last night.

We got D1 down the hall to her bed, where I helped her change. Once she was situated, we turned everything off and left.

Happily, this morning she was feeling much better. I suspect it was a combination of the high level of stress D1 has been under for the last 18 months, combined with her MS and the many goings-on at her house this week (new shower installation, bathroom out of order, new kitchen flooring installation and a new fridge delivery). For a woman who lives a very quiet life, this is off the charts in terms of excitement. D2 even theorized that the fumes from the lino glue might have played a part, which I wouldn’t doubt.

I hope tonight is quieter.

Secrets & Lies.

It just about killed me not to post where I observed the Mullet yesterday. You see, I’m not at home! We came south to my parents’ (outside Vancouver) on Thursday night so D could attend a work-related course yesterday.

And I kept it a secret from a particular group of my friends. Friends who were having a get-together last night.

Heee!!

The looks on their faces were priceless. As usual, I had a fabulous time talking, eating, and laughing with them all. I so needed last night.

Now that’s friendship.

Karen has informed me that I need to whine more. Specifically, I need to vent/whine more to her via our daily emails.

Interesting. I have a license to whine. heeee!