My family leaves for Winnipeg in less than two days. So I'm taking a page from my cousin Tom's book, and I will be playing that song loudly for the next two days. Unfortunately, I don't have Don't Worry, Be Happy, so I'll have to play Happy Girl after they leave. But that's okay.

I love my life! *sarcasm drips from every word*

I woke up at 4:15 this morning to the sound of my brother vomiting. A sound that didn't let up for several hours. As if being my mother's go to gal this week hasn't been awesome, I know get to help take care of him. I should be more understanding, considering that I have, in the past, been responsible for some stunning displays of digestive artwork, but I'm a sympathetic vomiter. The sound literally makes me want to be sick myself.

Before this lovely experience, I stayed up until 1:00 am watching Her Minor Thing. It was so ridiculously cheesy, and not in a good way. The only good thing about it was that Michael Weatherly and Christian Kane were in the same movie. I just wish that MW hadn't been the stereotypical frat boy/jerk/loser boyfriend that every chick flick requires. He has such amazing potential. Seriously, I love NCIS and I think he's awesome in his role, but I totally think that he should be the big star and Jessica Alba should be on network television. Not that there's anything wrong with network television, it is my main source of entertainment. It's just that she's a terrible actress. How on earth is she so popular? And what kind of loser would dump Michael Weatherly? He's made of awesome.

My mom and I started watching Veronica Mars: Season 3 today. I forgot how much I love Veronica. Logan is really ticking me off.

Updated movie and book lists are here: http://misshigherpower.livejournal.com/26573.html

So I did something today that I have never done before. I went to a movie on a weekday afternoon...by myself. Not that I've never been to the movies by myself, because you sit in the dark, it's not like you really spend quality time with the other person. I've just never done it on a weekday. The theatre was dead. I wondered if it was open when I got there, that's how dead it was.

I desperately wanted to see 27 Dresses and nobody wanted to go with me, so I went by myself. That movie is totally made of awesome. It was even better than Juno (which I saw on Friday). I love romantic comedies. And thanks to sapphs I knew that the song "Bennie and the Jets" would be played at some point during the movie, but was still completely unprepared and know have it stuck in my head. I suppose it's better than Britney Spears's "Piece of Me," which I had stuck in my head last week. Oh, and the Backstreet Boys "Inconsolable." Sadly, my mother is now in love with...A.J. I think. I always get him and Howie mixed up. I'm 23 years old and reliving my Backstreet Boys years. That's cool, I guess, because before Christmas I was all about the Spice Girls. I think that had to do with the fact that Mel B. was on Dancing with the Stars. I still can't believe she didn't win.

I had a completely wonderful day. I had to get up to make sure my brother's got up, but I figured it was better than making my mom get up. She's been really sick since Christmas, and she may have to have surgery. Getting up for 15 minutes in the morning isn't going to kill me. I went back to bed until 10:30, at which point I got up, had breakfast, took a shower, watched part of The View and then hoped on the bus. I went to Michael's to get a new circle cutter and a few bits and bobs, and then headed over to the theatre. When the movie was over I went to Indigo, picked up the books my mom wanted for my brother's silent auction, bought myself a book, and caught the bus back home. I tried out my circle cutter and then I've been on the computer looking at the paper embroidery patterns that Harm and Lenie copied for me.

The best part of today is knowing that tomorrow I have a very similar day lined up. I'm getting my nails done and running a few errands for my mom, but nothing too strenuous. My aunt may be coming over tomorrow for a little bit, so I have to clean the bathroom and vacuum the kitchen, but I think I can manage. We'll find out tomorrow if my aunt has to have another mastectomy. Good times at the Williams's household. It'll fit though. My mom and I have been calling ourselves the Weeping Williams ever since we watched the Stargate: Atlantis episode "Sunday." Every night since then we've watched something that's made us cry. Sadly, it's been two weeks, and I'm still upset over the fact that Eileen had to give up Holly and then watching poor Liam tell Michelle about Dean. Coronation Street really knows how to pull the heart strings.

When my mom said to me yesterday that she might need to have surgery and that she would need me to stay home, I felt like maybe I should call Jane and tell her that I can start work on Monday, but I'm just so sick of working. I'm sick of my life being in limbo. I'm sick of being a temp. It's been a year since I've had a full time, permanent job. I'm sick of having to walk to the grocery store with my little old lady shopping cart for groceries. I'm sick of taking the bus to work. I want to move. I don't care if it's -65 degrees in Winnipeg; I just want this to be over. I want our house to sell and I want to go. And if my mom's going to be forgiving on the rent, then I can afford to take a little time off. It's not like I don't have the rest of my life to work.

My updated reading and movie lists can be found here: http://misshigherpower.livejournal.com/26573.html

I gave up on Olivia Joules & the Overactive Imagination. Snooze fest.

No work tomorrow. Yay! I can't say that I'm terribly disappointed that this gig is up. I've spent, like, two weeks archiving client files and making sure that all the shelves have room for files that get processed over the year. It was so neat and tidy. And then I went to add some files this morning, and the girl that I was filling in for has completely messed it up. Guh! I'm not obsessive about being clean, but when it comes to certain things (like paperwork that is vital to an organization's operations) I get a little freakish. How hard is it to make sure that the file folder is all the way back on the shelf?

It's just been weird since Wilma (the girl I was filling in for) got back. They weren't prepared. Monday was a total waste. They didn't have a new computer for me until 10:30, and then there was a glitch transferring a file and at 3:30 I realized that I had lost everything I had worked on that day. She doesn't seem to do any work. Everytime I walk past, she's checking her email or looking at recipes. And she has to ask me about everything. Hello, this is your job, I should be asking you.

I start a new placement (archiving files) on Tuesday. I'll be working for my friend Lori, who used to be my boss at the library, so that should be cool. When I told my dad, he said "Well, you liked working with her, and she tolerated you." Oh, gee thanks, Dad.

My dad turned 50 yesterday. And he was all alone in Winnipeg. For years we've been joking about what we'd do on his 50th birthday, and then we end up all being miles apart. This sucks. I really, really hope that our house sells soon. My mom is stressed to the max, which isn't good for her. My brothers' are acting like real creeps. Something's got to give.

Oh, and a very happy birthday to afteriwake. As my family would say Hartelijk Gefeliciteerd! (Hearty Felicitations)