Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

From my family to yours...

With all my love,

J-GA
xox

Last night I got a real taste of 'parenthood'...
In my obsessive-compulsive, mentalist behaviour, I opened the door to the lobby which separates my apartment and the apartment in the upstairs part of the house to make sure I 'locked the front door'. To my dismay, the woman upstairs had left the door leading to her apartment open, and Elliot immediately rushed in; as he always does when he gets the chance.  The only difference this time being that it was 3:30am, and we couldn't exactly go chasing after the idiot to make sure he wasn't tormenting the two little de-clawed kitties that live upstairs.  So basically I ended up camping out on the couch with the door leading to our apartment open, hoping our wayward son would eventually come home without having caused too much commotion upstairs.  I barely heard a sound other than Elliot periodically running around in various rooms upstairs, so I'm seriously hoping he didn't shit anywhere, or scratch up some furniture, or even worse, kill one of the little kitties!  So I waited patiently like a parent waiting for their ill-behaving teenager to get home from a session of underage drinking or sex.  Eventually I nodded off, but was awoken at about 7am to the sound of our bastard son crunching on his kibble.  Now Elliot is not a very vocal cat, but after his little late night adventure in the apartment upstairs, he was meowing up a storm trying to convince us to let him back into that part of the house.

I swear, he is THE WIERDEST cat I have ever owned. Bar none.

I think we're going to keep his adventure up there hush-hush in case he caused some serious damage to the apartment, because knowing Elliot, it is definately within his power to cause mass destruction.  He very well may be the re-incarnated soul of a serial killer or something like the Chucky Doll.

Two entries in one day.
My my my, I must be bored...

( whatdoyouthinkabouttheseguys??? )
Current Mood: blegh

I'm still extremely bored. If I don't find a new job soon, I'm going to lose my mind...
Tommorow I think I'm hopping on the GO train homeward bound. Can anyone explain to me how the GO Station works? Every time I go there I don't know what the hell I'm doing or how the hell I even end up getting to my destination. I tried to read the online schedules, but g'dammit, they're confusing and wierd. Why do bus schedules and schedules of any kind in general always have to be in military time? I can do the conversion no problem, but I just don't get it?! It makes me feel like it's wartime or something. 

I'm hoping Smelliot will surrvive for 2 days without me and Scooter. He's been known to leave trails of shit around, or fling it out of his litter box when he gets worried we're not coming home. I'm glad his days of knocking drinking glasses off the counter are over. I remember once coming back to the basement apartment Scott used to live in, to find poo everywhere and broken glass all over the floor.
Like there was poo on the walls even! I don't know how the hell he got it on the walls?! I tried sending him to Scott's parents' place in London, but apparently he's been banned because last time he was there he demolished Scott's mother's fancy leather couches, the little fucker. He's pretty much been banned from my parent's house for scratching my dog's eye. So the guy has pretty much fucked up all of his chances of spending Thanksgiving with either one of his parents.

Scott insulted my pumpkin pies last night because they were still pretty fresh out of the oven and very flaky and gooey. I don't know why that guy just can't lie and compliment me on things. A lady needs reassurance that her baking is top notch, even if it isn't. For that reason, my Aunt Lucy continually brings her 'creations' over to my Mom's house, and we smile while eating them, when they pretty much taste like crap. That's the last time I make pies. It's not worth the expense when you can just buy them for much cheaper. For 2 pumpkin pies, it costs about $20-25 to make. That seems like a bit of a rip to me. Also, rolling out pie crust with an empty paper towel roll and a bottle of rum because you can't find a rolling pin anywhere really sucks. 

I feel like there was soooo much activity going on this past September with the overrtime, that I'm incredibly bored and antsy not just at work but in general. I feel like I really need some socializing or some entertainment or something. Will somebody please entertain me???!

Alright I'm outta here,
Quittin' time...