Crazy/toothless/old man, me as a stalker, Loki's new career(s) and Purolator!

HA - you're reading this because the title caught your eye! No?
Ah well - keep going...(I know you want to).

Tim told me on our adventure downtown (aka one last date before baby comes) - that yesterday on his way to school this crazy looking old man was hobbling by and Tim looked at him. Old man ("OM" going forward) stares back and then quickly hobbles towards Tim. Tim looks away and continues his trek to school. OM is magically beside him and starts screaming in Finnish for Euros. Tim says he doesn't have any and that he doesn't speak Finnish - sorry! OM (with rotting teeth, balding and quite scary in general) says, "GIVE ME YOUR MONEY". Tim just says no and quickly walks away. OM begins to shake and stares at Tim's back - and Tim waited before looking back at him (to make sure OM didn't magically appear again out of nowhere) and OM was shaking like mad but not in pursuit.

Next! I felt like a stalker today. I had no intention of going downtown until I got online today and saw the craziness of Purolator. I had used the two tracking numbers to follow some shipment we're supposed to be receiving from my mother in-law - containing books, baby shower gifts etc. Yesterday they arrived in the States, this morning they got to Germany. Then late this morning (after I had a nap) - it said there was an issue with the two shipments and to call Purolator. Well this is silly as nobody answered. They don't even have a message stating their business hours! So I was quite stressed out - thinking our packages were being held up in customs - and decided retail therapy was the way to go.
As I was heading downtown there was a mother/daughter combo with a stroller pushing a baby. I went to Hesburger first then onto the library - they were there - and then into the grocery market downtown - they were there and on my way home - yes. They were there. I felt awful - like I was stalking them! It got to the point they'd look behind them and see me and smile at me. Yeesh.

On my way home and past Tim's office (didn't want to call him unless emergency as he was sitting in watching someone defend their thesis today) - he happened to call me as I was veering to the right path (since mom/daughter/baby dressed like a teddy bear was on the left path) and we walked home together.
Tim suggested we go on one last date (we've only eaten out twice prior to today - excluding burger joints) but I had picked up a couple boxes of ice cream as they were on sale. Silly me - I say, "Sure! Let's drop off all this stuff and my library books and I'll grab an extra sweater and we'll grab a pizza!"
Tim thinks I'm crazy - but I'm like, "No I'm doing great!"
We drop off the groceries, my library books and head back downtown. We were going to go to Memphis but it was a little pricey - so we went back to Russo and had our massive pizza. No I don't have pictures of the massive pizza because Tim suggested I leave my bag at home to ease the pain in my shoulder. And my camera was in the bag.

We get home and the first thing we see is garbage. Everywhere.
Loki's new career has become part Interior Decorator - part door-opener. The big bag of garbage that we empty out when due - is in the left hand side of the closet (it's split in two inside so our coats/shoes don't smell) in the hall way.
Loki managed to wiggle that open and dragged the garbage everywhere. I am surprised he didn't put any in the bed or the bathroom. My lower back and hip was in pain because of all the walking and poor Tim cleaned it all up (egg shells, empty meat packages, juice boxes...the works!) and then he mopped the floors. What was a great night turned into a very sour one really quickly!
If that wasn't enough - Loki just bit Tim while trying to steal his rope...oh boy.

On to Purolator.
I went online after my shower/foot soak and looked up the tracking numbers to see if it was possibly a glitch in the system that said we had to call. It appeared to be so!
Thank goodness. But no - I can't leave it at that can I?
I looked up the 2nd tracking number - and it was in Germany and then got sent back to Philadelphia. Holy spaz attack.
So I called Purolator and this chick says there's 4 boxes being delivered on Monday by end of business day - hopefully I don't get induced Monday.
Anyways - I'm like great - I message my brother in law this - and he said she's wrong - there's supposed to be 5.
Girl says - nope - only 4 and you'll get them on Monday. I say - okay fine - thanks - goodbye.
Shortly after I get a message from my brother in law AND an email from my mother in law stating that yes there are 5 boxes and that my mother in law just called Purolator herself and THEY confirmed 5 boxes shipped to my door step for Monday.

Oh I know - you're wondering what I bought downtown. Well I found some great deals - got Tim a stick of deoderant (it doesn't say "anti-perspirant" but how much sweating does one do in the winter anyway?), myself another tooth brush (for the hospital), Clearasil toner/gel wash cleanser...rubber gloves for the dirty diapers...and that was pretty much it.

Got 4 great books at the library - 2 chick lits, 1 about knitting toys and the other with pictures of different cross stitched animals. I have a tea towel I plan on embroidering once the baby's born - but wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it - so voila. I haven't seen them here in Finland unfortunately - or anything to be cross stitched like bibs, blankets etc...sigh.

The oatmeal bag is heated ("magic bag") and resting on my back - time to go lie on the couch for a bit.

PS - I have a really bad rash on my thighs and body lotion doesn't seem to help - I have the sensitive skin stuff...any tips?? It's from the pregnancy - someone called it the "Pups" for short.