I have 40 minutes until I should leave to pick up Miss. Sara from her camp, so I'll just sit here, type and hit save at the end.

I realized (again) yesterday morning that the human body is an amazing creation. I took a multi-vitamin with my breakfast, and about 3 minutes later started to get the "you're going to throw up, move your ass!" feeling. Since my body is vastly smarter than I am, I jumped up from the table with a muttered "excuse me" and went to sit on the tub edge. Of course, my wise body emptied my stomach completely.

Very gross, and I hate it with a passion, but I couldn't stop from thinking about how cool it was as well. I had taken something that my body didn't think was good for it so it was rejected completely and automatically. I think it's fantastic how much our bodies know even when our brains and arrogance says otherwise. Ok, enough about the vomit.

I visited my mom yesterday with Miss. Sara for part of the afternoon. We had lunch and then Sara and I borrowed the car and went to Wal-Mart and GT French. I got a pair of jeans at Wal-Mart and a new watch. I managed to wash my old, cheap $10 watch and I hate not having a watch on me. This one will do until I can get to the security area at Pearson again.

The jeans are kind of neat, sailor cut. WIDE bottoms with thick hems. Not as neutral as I prefer my jeans to be, but they fit and are comfortable. This brings my pants count up to 3 pairs. One more pair of jeans and I should be ok for the fall. The weight hasn't come off at all, so I've been buying new clothes here and there. *shrugs*

To continue with my tradition of despising my landlady, I currently have to deal with them. I try to live my life with as little contact with this woman and her son as I possibly can. Unfortunately I managed to snap my key off in the exterior lock on Saturday. In the security door lock... the key that is labelled "DO NOT DUPLICATE". See where I'm going?

If I could go out and get another set of keys cut, I would have immediately. But the only way to get a replacement key is through them. I left my fourth message on their machine (they never answer their phone. NEVER.) this morning saying "I need that key immediately, like, um, now, you know?" dripping with bitchiness. Which is really immature of me, but my frustration with this farce of management is immeasurable.

They left a message on our machine yesterday afternoon saying that the new key would be in our mailbox after 7pm. Uh huh. *sighs* Until they get a new key to us, we're sharing one exterior key between three people. This kind of restriction on my mobility is really limiting and frustrating.

In better news, my morning glories have bloomed! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I train climbing plants up my porch railings, to give some privacy, the illusion of sound reduction and a touch of beauty. This year my garden has Morning Glories (Mixed, Crimson & Blue), Moonflowers, Sweet Peas and Nasturtiums. The Nasturtiums have been blooming for months, but I've been waiting anxiously for the morning glories. I'm really anticipating the crimson glories.

One of the difficulties in having a porch garden has been the watering. I've been using my indoor watering can, a 6L can and a juice jug to water the garden every 2-3 days. It takes 15 minutes to do and about 6 trips back and forth from the kitchen. I started muttering about a month ago that I needed a hose.

Yesterday, I finally bought one and the adapter for the kitchen tap. I watered for the first time this morning with the new hose, and it was a dream. A bit sloppy, but I'll buy a nozzle to fix that. Took me all of 5 minutes, I managed to do it while my coffee was brewing. Turns a tedious chore into a "first thing in the morning" quickie.

Ok, that's 30 minutes, but I do want to do a quick spell-check in Word before I post this and have to leave.

Done. So that's 30 minutes of my life. Whatcha think?