Friday Stew

It's Friday!

I am of course alone, just me and the cats, oh and Oyster Bay pinot noir.

Worked today but was extremely exhausted all day. Shity sleep being hot and drank too much water, got to wake up multiple times to piss, oh I wasn't delighted either when my alarm didn't go off, then I look it was on but I must have turned it off in my sleep.

I should start putting my phone OUTSIDE my bedroom, that would make me wake up and get my butt out of the bed so I couldn't do that.

NO memory of an alarm.

Well that meant rushy rushy to work and looked kinda shitty with a plan to do my makeup in secret at the restaurant. I can do a basic "face" in 6  minutes, easy. On a good day, 4 minutes.

By three I was on my second double shot and not feeling any more awake.

I knew once I got home I had to have one of my dreaded Friday night naps, which have been known to wipe out any social plans and wake up hungry with the immediate thoughts:

PIZZA

WATER

MORE SLEEP

Now it's 130 am and I am wide awake, ready to run a marathon, so I just cleaned my disastrous kitchen.

This morning in my rush I couldn't find my jean jacket, thought it was weird cause I had just worn it yesterday. Now it is lost in my home somewhere, there is no way it is anywhere else, I just put it somewhere weird I know it, but I am so annoyed cause I love it, it's brand new, and where the fuck is it?????

UGHHH I CAN'T EVEN TALK ABOUT ME IT UPSETS ME SO!!!

So I have been talking with my husband a lot about our future, since he is taking the steps to make the most money out his profession so we can get into a home.

The idea of having a farm is becoming more and more of a dream for us.

A farmhouse, a barn, we will start with a couple chickens, a goat, and two pigs. 

Later I'd like to add a couple horses, some cows, maybe even some buffalo.

Definitely need ducks and a peacock too.

Most people, including my parents think it's crazy that a city girl like me would want to move out to the country and start farming. Even to me that sounds nuts! It isn't something I am quite ready to do, I am Hex in the City for a good reason. 

Who knows? Maybe one day I'll have to change my blog name to:

HEX IN THE STYX

That has a cool ring to it, I think I can dig it.

SO

Tomorrow is the re-opening of a friends cool clothes store Redemption Boutique, and I am going to have to hit it up for deals and a treat to myself. I need it after my Jean Jacket apparently disintegrated into thin air. I might cry if I don't.

RAYGUN COWBOYS are having a free show at the bar next door round four, so after I shop I can go get myself a long island ice tea and try my best not to get into too much trouble. Well, the Long Islands will decide that....

Because of my late and long nap I am of course soooo awake. I could sit here and blab to you guys all night, but I have to do a little waxing, so I 'll write until my wax is ready.

*TURNS WAX ON*

So of course I have to wax my eyebrows, and even though chemo really did a number on my eyebrows, there is still hair growing back in the wrong spots along my brow, how annoying.

I also have to wax a small part of my face that is basically a witches mole.

EWWW THATS SO GROSS WHY DID I TELL YOU THAT?

Well it's true, unfortunately. 

I don't wax anything else even though I could, but waxing yourself is a mini torture game.

I waxed my legs for my wedding day last year, and normally I find it not too bad, but I was still on cancer treatment and everything hurt more than usual at the time, and found I had to cheer myself on, ripping all the way to the tops of my thighs. That was really fucking ouchy!

I couldn't be bothered to wax anything other than my face, that's why they make Venus razors baby.

IN TWO WEEKS AND 1 DAY I WILL BE ON MY HONEYMOON!

Our long awaited trip with my HoneyBot to Niagra and region, then Toronto and Montreal, with a day of old Quebec in there somewhere.

It will be such a fun trip. Freedom to eat and drink whatever I want.

Shopping. 

Shopping.

Showing Matt Niagra Falls.

Spending a few days with family in a cottage on Erie, which is my favourite of the great lakes by the way because it's almost my name. It's my lake.

Montreal smoked meats

Metal bars and loud shows

Couple honeymoon tattoos that shall remain a surprise.

The best thing about taking my honeymoon late is that I am not on interferon.

I would get to have a lot less fun, and perhaps even be miserable.

That was not how I wanted to spend my Honeymoon, no no no.

So we decided to wait.

It's cool that we are taking our moon around the time we actually got married last year.

We will be back two days before our 1st wedding ani, and I already have a few things planned including dinner at Ruth's in a booth, I hinted to Matt it would be so romantic if there was blue or purple or mixed together roses, or Dahlias, that would be lovely! Oh man, I am horrible.

But this is how husbands learn what their wives want, you gotta tell them what kind of flowers you love, or you might not get the flowers you want, or not at all.

Ok now I am digging myself into a pit, my huzbee is going to read this and be upset.

Sorry Baby! Lovey you kissssssessssss

There.

So gotta go, my wax is warm, since I am doing strange things in the middle of the night I might as well groom a little in the process!

Love y'all!!!

STAY METAL.

-E.