I started feeling better on the weekend and am now almost back to normal. Knock on wood a million times! Saturday was bee-utiful 0utside (See, XUP it turned out well afterall! O.k. well maybe not so much at night with that big storm, but hopefully most people were safe at home by then) and I took advantage, travelling to the first garage sales of the season.
Ahh, there’s nothing better than rummaging through people’s unwanted but sometimes still quality items. I got a shirt originally purchased in India for a buck as well as a cooking magazine. Not much, but the season is still young. Hey does anyone in Ottawa plan on going to the “Great Glebe Garage Sale“? (aka Da mother of all garage sales in Canada’s capital city) If so, let me know and we can meet up, because my husband does not like going through people’s stuff and usually stands there glancing at his watch. Saturday, we also went to the dog park near our house and met some new furry friends. I’ll post pictures later.:)
On Sunday, a friend and I went to a book consignment shop and then proceeded back to my place to swap novels and gab. We talked about a few serious topics but then proceeded on to gossip. Who did we gossip about? Basically shitty people from high school. I’m not much of a gossip fiend, but I have no problem stating my honest experiences regarding people who treated me like dirt. In other words-They’re assholes and deserve it.
So I have a question for all my ‘blogger pals’-When you were in high school, did you ever hear high school being described as ‘the best years of one’s life’ and think ‘wtf?? Hell no!’
Because I did. When I was in my teens and speaking with an adult, some of them would get this dreamy look on their face and say :
“I remember when I was your age and in high school. *Sighs* Best years of my life.”
Yeah right. For me, high school consisted of emotional pain and an eagerness to get the hell out of there. Sure, there were good times, but there were far more times where I was a walking target for douche bags and almost went numb with sheer boredom. Many of the students were immature and unable to make their own decisions, while the teachers were stressed, underpaid and some of them, plain ol’ bastards that would cut you down if you weren’t “popular”. Ech! I had friends, but was never, ever popular.
The “popular gals” were anorexic biatches who would smoke at the back of the school in skimpy outfits and spend half the day caking on makeup. When they weren’t backstabbing and hurting people. If that’s what it took to be popular, I’m glad I was the ‘gothy nerd’ who did things her own way and still does. 🙂
It was fun to talk about all those dumbasses and how they still haven’t changed. Anyways, it should be mentioned that my friend who is pretty picky, liked the welsh rarebit I made us for dinner. Yay! If she eats my food, then it must mean my cooking skills are improving!:)
Picture-From the movie “Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion“.