So i think i am going to go to Calgary for Sat. night for some goolish fun.  I am determined to be a witch eventhough everyone says that is lame.  I don’t have the energy to find some “cute/trashy” costume.  Seriously, if you saw that cat costume A– and i used for the three years before you would be proud that i am going to be a witch.

Im back from New york and Montreal.  Had a good time for the most part.

Actually its suprising that i was pleasant at all on the trip seeing that i got dumped the night before i left.  Dan and i got in a fight.  He said i was bossy and controling and he couldn’t take it anymore.  I am…and would be less so if he was mature and responsible. Long story short — since you’ve heard this so many times — we fought until about 5am and then i proceeded to jump on a plane and leave for a week.

He picked me up at the airport 8 days later and things have been somewhat stable.  I am just so tired of this happening i don’t even know what the hell i am supposed to do. I looked at condos in Montreal and have a pretty good job opportunity.  I have to decide by mid-nov. if its something i want to pursue.

Other than that. i got to spend lots of time with P.  it was fun.  We went for drinks, dinners and movies.  It was good to talk to someone on a social level about something other than work. 

Saw E.  we got really drunk together on the last night in montreal and we started talking about when we lived together but the conversation never really got deep because she tripped on sherbrook and fell on her face out of pure drunkiness. Which just goes to show we had a good time and had good laughs also.   Maybe we don’t have to have the conversation about our failed living together experience since we’ll never probably live in the same city and really or angst is — i think — is that neither of us could communicate adequately to eachother so angst/annoyance builds up.  Getting old and learning.

Oh and Di –while i was there someone let it slip you made fun of my Ramones shirt on your blog once………i am going to go read that right now…

The most horrible thing happened to me on Sunday.  i was finally feeling better from the flu so i forced dan (Who was still sick) to pull up the carpet on the floor we are getting hardwood put in.  To my amazement some of the lino came up with the carpet and i discovered beautiful old hardwood.  I got so excited i started scraping the lino — for about 40 minutes.  My sister than arrived at my house and i urged her into the room to show her — my soon to be beautiful floor and she started screaming
 
“take off your clothes…that might have asbestos in it. oh my god”  I guess lino from anywhere between 1940-85 most likely has asbestos.  i took my clothes off and ran outside, cut my foot on a nail (thank god for tetnus shot) was bleeding all over.  Dan freaked out because he had been exposed to the asbestos a bit and then i was bleeding all over.  Jody wouldn’t enter our house. it was ridiculous and not in a good way.
 
I had to skip work to go to the labs to get a piece tested.  Of course it ended up not having asbestos.  Not sure why but it didn’t.  However, i never slept for days because i had visions of my lungs collapsing. 
 
i am never doing home renos again.  Did you know how much of building material has asbestos in it….around all are pipes, insulation, shingles, siding, tile, lino.