last weekend.

so...somewhere between nine-thirty and ten forty-five friday night, my power cut out. it was only the coldest night EVER. i had already been asleep for the better part of an hour before i realised what was going on. not only was i sickerthandogandoperatinginanonagainoffagainstateoffeverchills
but i couldn't feel my toes, despite the four pairs of socks, wool blanket and two duvets. i was shaking. i said, this is bull and its so not right. i climbed outta bed and pulled on my new lambs wool lined boots. i'm not here to impress anyone.

i woke up at three thirty boiling. still...no power, but in my sleepy stupor i was thankful i still had toes. i heard...rain. rain???? what? i looked outside and i couldn't see anything (duh)...but i could hear it, the rain. nine am-ish rolls around and yep, still raining. and...the snow? GONE. it was there yesterday, heaps of it. gone. power, also still gone. however, i was warm enough and really all i wanted was to sleep some more. by eleven i was restless. not sure who to call to resolve this no-power-business, i searched one of the kitchen drawers and found an old electric bill and realised its the manor estate people who organise the electricity. i was currently in day three of no hair wash because i was waiting for the right moment to welcome dark warm chocolate goodness to my hair this winter season. i decided to head into town to get warm, but i stopped first to speak to someone at the manor. apparently the whole area was without power and then i realised the limitations of electricity being my only heat source.

i killed time in starbucks, reading and sipping a venti orange jasmine tea. then i got bored and decided to look for a pair of jeans. i was in a mall after all. and, i've spent enough time wandering stores and shopping centres in the this country to have learned a few things. never will i a) drag my partner or husband shopping with me and b) my children shopping with me. what guy, honestly wants to go shopping with their girl? and, i see moms on their own clearly shopping for themselves, clothes, shoes, bags and they've got their toddler strapped in a stroller. they're not even shopping for their kid, they're there for themselves. and eight times out of ten the kid is screaming, squirming and having a fit because a) they're tired, b) they're hungry or c) they're bored out of their skull and d) they're tired. i realise how judgemental and how i really have no business commenting on such things because (geez, i'm really into making lists right now) i'm a) single b) not married and c) have no children to speak of. but, these are the things i think about when i'm out and about trying not to blow my top because a) english people in english shops drive me batty b) english people have no sense of personal space or courtesy skills when navigating shops and c) can't think of the third one. thank goodness i have feist to listen to. she calms me down and keeps me sane during such excursions. i bring her food shopping too.

boy, am i ever in a generalising mood this afternoon.

i wonder if i'm all negative nancy now because i was unsuccessful finding a pair of jeans yesterday. i'm in between sizes right now and i'm going insane. how hard is it to find a pair decent of jeans that make you look amazing? back pocket size, wash/rinse colour, fabric structure (more denim than stretch please) length and oh, don't even get me started on length....standard inseam size in this country is twenty-nine inches. that's not helpful for the girl who's five foot nine and wants the option to wear a) her cowboy boots or b) her stilettos with this mystical pair of jeans that doesn't quite exist yet. i believe that a great pair of jeans should do wonders for you and your lower half and i won't rest until i find 'em. i think a trip to gap is in order.

so, this is my last day of freedom. six months have gone by and this gal has never been so ready in all her life for the chance to contribute to society again. and yes, like a keener, i even have my outfit already picked out. aha. oh oh...and, i've even got my eye on my congratulations reward. i am such a girl. i love it.