A quick post, before Coronation Street comes on...

So I'm kind of mad at my uncle...

I might have said in an earlier post that my uncle and his fiancee were planning to get married abroad, despite that it's their second marriage for both of them. Well, it's official: they're getting married abroad. And of course, we can't go because boarding the dogs is very expensive. And Grandma can't go because she's in a wheelchair. And... well, you get the idea.

Otherwise, I'm okay, but I really hate my uncle right now. He's an insensitive jerk.

Hopefully, I'll post something happier soon. I just wanted to get that out of my system. It's raining today, which is pleasant, and I just finished watching season four of Doc Martin :)

I should probably update.

So, sorry about the lack of posts. I've done most of my computer stuff on Dad's computer, because mine lags on sites with a lot of Flash, and my cousin was always up in the spare room where my computer is, so I had to use Dad's a lot. Not that I minded much - his computer is so much faster than mine.

Not much has happened since the tent sale. Justin (my cousin) didn't come back for his stuff, so Mom and I had to bag it all up... including his dirty laundry. eww. There's still a pair of his underwear that we somehow missed, and his umbrella. Dad came home from work not long after we started packing things up, so he helped with packing boxes and the heavy lifting; and when Brent (my uncle) arrived, he helped pack it all into Brent's Jeep.

Anyway. We couldn't go out for dinner on my birthday, so we went out for breakfast/lunch/brunch instead - the restaurant we went to has all-day breakfast, so my parents ordered off the breakfast menu and I ordered off the lunch menu. Then we went to the British imports shop and bought candy and stuff. We even bought a kebab-flavoured Pot Noodle, which I ate for lunch yesterday. It tasted pretty good, although I had to add a little bit of the chili sauce that came with it to perk up the flavour a bit.

Yesterday we went to Denninger's to buy a cake. I decided on a cute little square cake, because it didn't make sense to buy a huge cake since only three people were eating it. It's a chocolate/mocha/caramel cake, and it's absolutely delicious. We bought cold-cuts and chocolate, too, and ordered Chinese take-out for dinner.

Mom annoyed me this morning by telling me that tomorrow I had to 'hit the books, make a schedule and stick to it, and take my GED stuff seriously'. I guess she didn't notice all the GED English work I've done. Granted, I did my work in spits and spurts, but whatever.

Anyway, that's pretty much it. I'll try to post more often :)

Easter

Easter was reasonably good. Allow me to recap...

Good Friday

I posted on Good Friday, so there isn't much to say. We had Swiss Chalet for dinner because none of us felt like cooking.

Saturday

I cleaned the bathroom a bit. It was the first time I'd ever scrubbed a toilet, and I think I did an okay job. I could've done better, but eh. Afterwards, Mom called me back to scrub behind the toilet seat and the front edge of the tub. Boo.

Katie called in the evening to say that they had severe wind warnings where she is, so she said she'd come up in the morning instead.

Sunday

We chilled for most of the morning, because Mom made her desserts ahead of time. Katie came... I can't remember when she came, but it was in the morning, lol. We watched Bill Mahr's film Religulous, which was neat. Kind of funny, how the channel decided to play it for Easter Sunday.

And then all hell broke loose: I was on my period. I panicked, because I wanted to be able to wear my skinny-ish jeans and still be comfortable. In the end, I wore them and my green and brown flowery top that Grandma and Grandpa gave me for my birthday a few years ago, and my Avon egg necklace that G&G gave me a few years ago. I threw on my brown safari jacket, took my pads and a book, and off we went.

The weather was great: balmy, with a bit of wind. When we got to Uncle Brent's, Heather's daughters, Jenasee and Tegan, were waiting at the window for Katie. It was so cute.

Sometime before dinner, Grandpa asked me if I was a chocoholic, so I said something like, "Yeah, I think I am." He told me, "I brought some Easter candy, it's over there, so go help yourself." But it was all the cheap stuff - plain chocolate eggs, bunny-shaped chocolates, and those gross sugar eggs. For YEARS, Grandma and Grandpa gave us grandkids those sugar eggs. I'd eat some of them to be polite, but Nathan hated them. Nathan couldn't come to Easter dinner because he was sick (and legitimately sick, from what Mom said). I should tell him about the sugar eggs...

Dinner was good. Patti didn't speak to us or even take out desserts. Kevin came, though, but that's 'cause Kevin's a nice guy. She probably ate off his plate. And Becca was being a little madam, especially to Katie. She had her earbuds in her ears for most of the day, and wore these shorts that were rolled up so much (they were the kind with the button-tab for rolling up the cuffs), they qualified as Daisy Dukes. Seriously, Becca? Daisy Dukes on Easter Sunday? Short-shorts are for summer, not family gatherings with young, impressionable children around!

Dessert was a kind of lemon cream pie, pineapple and coconut squares, and blueberry rhubarb crisp. I think Uncle Brent has the leftover pie. I heard Grandpa say very loudly that he 'should take some leftover dessert with him'. The seating arrangements were hilarious - Brent sat me, Katie, Mom and Dad in the kitchen, and Patti, Kevin, Jesse and Becca had to sit in the living room. I don't think Patti was impressed :)

And guess what I found in my duck wing? A BEEBEE! Just like the goose at Thanksgiving dinner!

Finished, and started

I finished the dishcloth and started another one, with the same colour yarn, same needles and same pattern. I think I'm going to use up a partial economy skein of Bernat Handicrafter and just make dishcloths to my heart's content. After all, it keeps me from going crazy.

So lately I've been addicted to Kristin Chenoweth's rendition of 'Hopelessly Devoted To You', from the first season of Pushing Daisies...



I prefer it over Olivia Newton John.

So it's eleven days 'til Easter Sunday, and I've got this feeling of impending doom. But then again, I feel that way about most holidays. At least now I'm no longer at a young and impressionable age, which means I can be snarky if I like. I like that.

At least some people I like will be there for Easter dinner. It's going to be at Uncle Brent's, so Justin and Breanne should be there. Plus, Glen (my mom's cousin) and Maxine (his wife) are coming, from what I heard via eavesdropping (hehe...). I haven't seen them in a while, so it'll be nice to see them. And it'll be nice for Grandma.

As for the rest of my extended family, I honestly couldn't care less. Uncle Brent, while I like him, can be very Jekyll and Hyde at times. Grandpa is a jerk, period. Aunt Patti didn't put my name on our Christmas card, just my mom's name, my dad's name, and 'and family', while my brother and sister got their own cards - if she addresses me by my name, I plan on saying, "Wait, what did you call me? I thought my name was And Family - after all, that's what you put on the Christmas card." Petty? Perhaps, but it's about time I stopped letting myself be a verbal doormat with my relatives.

Yesterday I took a practice test thing in my GED books on run-on sentences and sentence fragments, and I got every question right. I was utterly gobsmacked.

The weather's warmed up

And it's making my head hurt. Not fun.

So, on Monday we have to go to an all-you-can-eat restaurant for Grandpa's birthday. That should be interesting. Patti is organizing it I guess, or Patti and Brent - not sure if he was involved in the planning, but she got him to call my mom because she won't call her. She's so childish.

So, I have to decide what I'm wearing. I'm not dressing to the nines, but I want to make some kind of statement, like a 'Get used to me, 'cause I'm not changing' kind of statement. So I'm thinking jeans and my Led Zeppelin t-shirt ;)

I read a bit of my library book today. Only a couple of pages, but I might read more of it later. I stopped because my head was aching.

Oh yeah, and yesterday I watched the first disc of season one of Heroes, and discovered that disc two is missing. So now I have to take it back to the library, tell them that a disc is missing, and reserve another copy. Joy. At least Ghostbusters is in it's case, though.

Hmm, I think I'll sit upstairs and watch the Hugh Grant double bill on W Network. W has these Hugh Grant double bills on every Saturday this month. Last week it was Bridget Jones' Diary (GREAT movie, although I think it's R-rated) and American Dreamz (which is a really dumb movie; I don't recommend it at ALL...), and the week before that one of the movies was Love Actually. Tonight it's Mickey Blue Eyes (which is really funny, I highly recommend it!) and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, which I haven't seen yet. If Dad's playing poker tonight, I might watch the double bill downstairs, unless Mom's watching something tonight. I hope Bridget Jones doesn't run into SNL...

*checks TV...*

Blah, the upstairs satellite receiver has this tendency to show programs as 'info not available' in the guide, so I'll Google W Network's site.

Awesome! Bridget Jones runs until 11:30, which I think is when SNL starts. Maybe I'll make myself a fattening snack and do my nails. And aside from the annoying survey that popped up on the homepage, W Network's site is pretty easy to navigate.

Gawsh, I like Hugh Grant.

Haven't posted it a bit...

So yesterday was... well, it started out good. Uncle Brent came over for lunch because he and Mom had a family meeting to go to regarding Grandma's health. So we ate sandwiches and watched Rosanne - I had a ham and cheese sandwich, Mom and Uncle Brent had egg salad sandwiches (so that they could fart during the meeting... haha).

It was when Mom got back that the day started going not-so-good. Grandpa is pretty much refusing to believe that the stroke was as harsh as it was.

Youth group was terrible. Everyone kept talking all at once and I forgot to do a check-in or to propose a summer youth service. So now I'll have to e-mail the idea to Stephen. Long story short, I walked out of the loft and sat on the bench for a little while. I tried to give them a second chance, though. I did walk back into the loft. But most of the younger members kept being immature, so I walked out again and waited until Dad came to pick me up. I should have just called him and asked him to come early, but I didn't want to disturb him. Next time, I will call.

Today I woke up twice. The first time I woke up, Smiles was running around my room like a lunatic and then jumped up on my bed. I fell asleep again, and woke up a second time, at around 9-ish or 10-ish. Probably 10-ish, because when I eventually dragged my ass outta bed it was around 11:00.

Didn't do math today, but I did some yesterday while Mom and Uncle Brent were at the meeting. I also finished watching the entire DVD set of Are You Being Served?. I was going to go to the library today, but I might have to go tomorrow...

Just the seaming to do now...

That's right. I'm DONE sewing the yellow triangles on Justin's scarf. It was actually not that difficult - pinning the triangles down and fixing the bind-off holes on some of the triangles, that was the hardest. Well, that and aligning the triangles. But the sewing part was not that hard. So now I just have to seam the ends, wrap 'er up in a gift box, and I'm all set. I think I might also include a little notecard with washing instructions written on it. Might be helpful.

And holy crap, it's already the 20th of December! EEP! I have to wrap pressies! Well, I've got Dad's done already. I'm giving him a shirt and The Essentials: The Blues Brothers CD, which we got at Indigo during the bitter-and-sorta-pointless shopping trip.

...And now my left speaker has kicked out. Dammit.

Anyways. Uncle Brent is probably dropping in on Christmas Eve, which is cool. Christmas Day is just us three - me, Mom and Dad. Katie, Dan, Nathan and Steph are coming up on the 27th.

I only have Nathan's lamp, Katie's pressie and Mom's pressie (can't say what they are, because they both know about my blog!) to wrap. Oh, and Justin's scarf, of course. I was going to make Breanne something, but I decided not to. I feel a little guilty, but she's been giving Uncle Brent a hard time, so maybe I'll knit her a scarf for her birthday instead.