All Paid Up

Today I went to renew the registration on my vehicle. As well I had to renew my driver's license and pay a speeding ticket. The girl at the front counter assisting me asked me for my postal code. I gave it to her and she said it did not match the one that Canada Post had suggested to her, so I called Andy to make sure I had it correct (which I did).
While shelling out a big heap of clams to pay for all of these changes and tickets Andy snips at me, "Make sure you change the papers on the travel trailer and pay that speeding ticket with your own money. I would have done the registration on the trailer before but I wasn't going to pay for YOUR speeding ticket."

I replied, "Don't worry about it, I was going to use my own mony anyway."

As she is changing the address on the travel trailer the clerk says to me, "Uh-oh. Looks like HE has a ticket on here... what should we do?"

Oh really?!?! So I whip out my cell phone with smirk on my face and a nasty arch in my brow, and dial Andy's phone. He cheerfully asks me if I had any money left after paying my bills. I replied, "YES, but would you prefer for me to use MY MONEY or yours to pay your ticket?!?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear because he was laughing so loudly, and says " HAHAHA-- you weren't supposed to find out about that!" Seat belt ticket.

Hmmmm... well I did, I used my money to pay his fine and I'll save it for ammo on another day.

Blonde Moment

I often say that I am smarter than I look being blonde 'n all, but today-- not true.

I got up early and took Hudson to do some running around before stores got busy. I made a quick stop at Superstore, picked up a few things. I walked over to my vehicle, threw the bags inside. I go to put Hudson in his car seat... but it's not there. Yep, NOT THERE. I am cursing mad, and I look around the parking lot with a lost look on my face.

I then hear a snippy voice behind me say, "Excuse me! This is MY car!"

That's right. Not my car.

I'll just grab my bags and my kid and go, thank you.

Old Hen

On Saturday night I went out for a Stagette for one of the four weddings that I was invited to on the 14th. I will not be attending this particular wedding ( I will be doing 2 of the 4 though) so I figured I should make the appearance to balance it all out. The party started at 6:00, and Hudson stayed out at the lake with his Dad so that I could have a worry-free good time. I really looked forward to it. A good excuse to go out with the girls, get dressed up, and shake my bootie. It has been a long time since I had been out for a night on the town.

So I get to this party and was having a great time playing games, having drinks and I consumed a large quantity of jello shooters. WOo HOo! At 10:30, the Hummer limo comes to pick us up and begin a night of clubbing. We get to the first place, and that's when it all changed for me. Don't get me wrong here, the girls that I was with were a lot of fun-- but I think this old hen is done with the bar scene. Drinks are overpriced and there are too many 18 year olds sharing my space.

A 3am bedtime is ridiculous, especially when your new found sleep in time is 8am.

Here I sound like naggy old bitch, but I would much rather have a girls night at a lounge dressed up and sipping on cocktails, sharing some appies while consumed in great conversation. Even better, a night in at a friends place playing games and a BBQ with the family.

At what point did I stand back only to judge and rather wish that I was out at the lake sitting around the fire with friends and my little family? Is it because I am nearly 35? Is it because I now have different priorities?

I used to be a ring leader in the party scene. Now? Not so much. Good thing I have another one to go to on Wednesday...