Saturday, 29 November 2008
Erin, Happy Birthday. I'm so happy that you now have everything you've ever hoped, dreamed and yearned for. You're a wonderful person, and a wonderful friend. I hope the year ahead brings you nothing but happiness and much love. xoxo
Friday, 28 November 2008
She had entered a nursing home the same week that Dad went into the hospital, so was in ailing health for quite some time. She kept having 'mini strokes', but always bounced back, much to the surprise of her doctors and family. The last time I'd seen her she was rather unresponsive, aside from a few smiles. There was no 'recognition' in her face when we came to visit. She had lost so much weight she was barely recognizable. The woman before me was definitely not my Nannie that I had remembered - with her apron on, telling me there were fresh cinnamon rolls in the pantry before we got a chance to even sit down.
She gave the best hugs. She squeezed til it almost hurt.
She was an awesome baker - never measuring, but her chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls always tasted the same - always delicious.
She was very crafty. She loved to knit, crochet, and most of all, she loved to sew. She made her own clothes, and was an avid quilter until her eyesight got too bad. Growing up, each Christmas all the grand-girls would receive a homemade nightie, reminiscent of "Little House on the Prairie", made out of flowered-print flannel. I can remember it being one of my favorite gifts every year. Each year thereafter I missed (and still do) getting my new homemade nightie. I still have a few quilts that she made for me, which I will truly cherish.
Good bye Nannie - I will miss you. xoxo
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
I am taking Mom out to finish her shopping tonight after work. Yes, finish her shopping. And this is really late for her. Maybe that will give me a push in the right direction? I hope to grab a few things myself. I've just written out a list of things that I need to buy. Instead of making me feel like a jolly 'ol elf, I'm now in a panic-state...which quadrupled when I looked at my bank balance.
Seriously people, can we cancel Christmas this year?
I kid, I kid... And honestly, the true spirit and magic of "Christmas" is not what is under the tree...and I think the more we think about the true meaning, the closer we will be to feeling the Christmas spirit. I will get there. I always do ;). Happy Tuesday.
Monday, 24 November 2008
We shared a typical brother-sister relationship growing up, fighting like cats and dogs, and no doubt wondering what Mom & Dad were thinking by having the other. We've grown up and with that maturity we've learned to stand one another a lot more :).
Todd is a very kind person, with a dry sense of humor and wit. He likes to make others laugh, even if it's at the expense of making fun of himself. He's taken on the role of the 'man of the house', taking care of Mom since Dad passed away without a second thought. Raising a glass to you on your special day, dear brother. May the year ahead bring you much happiness.
Sunday, 23 November 2008
This is what we woke up to on Saturday morning:
Saturday night, we joined Erin & Shane, Tanya & Jared, Julie & Brian, Pam & Tyler, Rosanne & Craig, Sue Ellen & her friend, Julie and her friend (sorry 'friends', I'm terrible with names) for "Jingle Bell Rock". We all met up prior at Pam & Tyler's gorgeous home for a pre-party, with snacks and drinks before heading to the event. Needless to say I successfully managed to put a huge dent in my daquiri mix, and woke up extremely heavy-headed today. It was wonderful meeting up with everyone - how I've missed them all.
Here are a few pics from the night:
Saturday, 22 November 2008
Friday, 21 November 2008
The details are a bit fuzzy -it was 23 years back after all...but I remember a day where Darlene was over at my house. We were in the living room and Dad was in the living room or kitchen area. He was teasing me or acting a fool, perhaps, as he was wont to do when he had an audience.
I looked at him, smiling, and said, "Dad, don't be such a tw^t!".
I could see the blood rush from his neckline up to his temples.
He stammered, "..Er.... wh..wh..wha....WHAT DID YOU CALL ME???!!"
I, unwittingly, remarked, possibly a little louder this time, "Well, I said, don't be such a tw^t ".
By this point he was purple.
I couldn't at all understand what he was getting upset about. Darlene, on the other hand, was doing her very best to discreetly mouth to me to shut up...and at the same time, looked as though she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. You see, Darlene had used the same word around me a number of times. I'd learned it from her. I didn't know what the word meant. But she did, and she would never be using the term around her father. I thought it was rather endearing; cute, even.
I guess my innocence was rather apparent - so Dad couldn't get mad at me. Eventually the color in his face evened, and Darlene quickly explained to me what the 'endearing' term meant once he was out of earshot.
Needless to say I didn't call my father that name again.
As you were.
Thursday, 20 November 2008
It's THURSDAY! And y'all know what that means...I can hardly stand the wait between now and this evening to find out what happens with Izzie and Denny... while the storyline is a little far-fetched I just melt when Denny is near. I'm happy they've incorporated him into this season's storyline.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
I didn't, though.
It's so windy and rainy...and cold! I've discovered that my ugly black flat cheapie shoes have a leak after trying to dodge the puddles getting something for lunch (Lana will be so happy to see these puppies replaced, though). I had a bad sleep last night; I woke up late; I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast. I've got to admit that I'm grumpy and eaily irritated.
Perhaps it's the weather. Those who are closest to me know that's a big crock of donkey dung, but that's where I'll leave it.
Happy Hump Day. Hope it's not raining where you are.
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Monday, 17 November 2008
Friday night, Chris and I went out to supper at BP. We then shopped at Michaels til they closed, and picked up a few things at Sobeys before heading home. When we got home, we put a movie on but I wasn't long falling asleep after the movie started. My poor 'ol body sure knows it's at the end of a work week.
Saturday, I attended a Christmas card-making class hosted by the lovely Leanne. At the end of the class we had enough pieces of paper stamped and cut that we could put together 50 cards. Her class included lunch as well, where we dined on homemade lasagna, garlic bread, and mini cheesecakes for dessert! It was lovely! I'm glad to have had the chance to do cards in a class, too. Between this recent one, and another I attended at Angela's, I should be able to send everyone a 'homemade' card this year. (Needless to say, I'm *not* anywhere near started Christmas preparations. I think I say this every year...can we postpone Christmas a few more months?? Gosh it's sneaking up on me).
Saturday night, I had some girlfriends in for a night of munchies and b!tching. It was fantastic. We laughed; we vented; we ate bad-for-us treats; we drank. It was fun; it was theraputic; it was needed! I can hardly wait for the next one. I personally consumed an entire bottle of wine (thank you Mr. Gallo), yet still managed to clean up the kitchen before bed. Girlies - thank you. I love you all; you're the reason I keep on keepin' on...and that's all I'll say about that.
Sunday I took Lana out for her birthday shawarma supper. Let's just say our eyes were bigger than our bellies, and we likely would have felt a lot better had we just consumed the birthday shawarma instead of the appetizer and the dessert along with the shawarma. Jeepers. It just tasted so frickin' good. Despite my sore belly coming on the end, it was lovely getting out to see you Lana. I hope you were still able to put a few notes together at choir practice ;).
And on a sad note - I now have positive confirmation that it indeed was Weasel at Shoppers the other day, having popped in there with Lana after we had supper last night only to see him again. There is no questioning now who I thought the guy was. Guess I will have to find a new place to shop for my everyday toiletry needs. Perhaps it was the weasel-sighting that made me feel ill rather than the 2 tonnes of lebanese food I consumed? Perhaps.
5 more sleeps til our next weekend folks. I'll end this post with a new fun song that I'm quite enjoying right now:
My Greys friends will recognize it from last week's episode. The name of the song is "Trouble is a Friend", and it's sung by Lenka. Loves it.
Sunday, 16 November 2008
When this old world gets me downThis song was popular in the 1970's, and Dad had the 45 for it, and he would play it all the time. Sometimes, he would wrap me in his arms, place me upon his feet and we'd 'dance', penguin-style, while singing the words of the song to one another. He'd sing the main parts, and I'd sing the Michael & Cindy parts. These are some of my most favorite memories of my childhood.
And there's no love to be found
I close my eyes and soon I find
I'm in a playground in my mind
Where the children laugh and the children play
And we sing a song all day.
"My name is Michael, I got a nickel
I got a nickel, shiny and new
I'm gonna buy me all kinds of candy
That's what I'm gonna do"
See the little children
Living in a world that I left behind
Happy little children
In the playground in my mind.
Oh the wonders that I find
In the playground in my mind
In a world that used to be
Close your eyes and follow me
Where the children laugh and the children play
And we sing a song all day.
"My girl is Cindy
When we get married, we're gonna have a baby or two
We're gonna let them visit their grandma
That's what we're gonna do."
"My name is Cindy
When we get married, were gonna have a baby or two
We're gonna let them visit their grandma
That's what we're gonna do."
See the little children
See how they're playing so happy
In the playground in my mind.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
La la la la la la la.
Today, Dad would have been 72. Happy Birthday to the best father a little girl could ever ask for. Thanks for the many dances. What I wouldn't give for just one more dance...
Friday, 14 November 2008
Words can't even come close to expressing how much this story disgusts, enrages, and saddens me:
I didn't even want to watch it, but I had to find out if the kitten survived. HOW can anyone do such a thing? The only bright spot to the story is the kitten did indeed survive, albeit one leg short - I can only hope that she will be able to find a loving home, and live a long, happy life from this point on.
The person who did this deserves corporal punishment. Hasn't cruelty to animals been proven, over time, to be the precursor to delinquent/psychotic behaviors? There's nothing that angers me more than someone hurting a defenseless animal, who cannot defend itself. Stiffer laws/penalties must be put in place for behaviors such as this.
Thursday, 13 November 2008
On top of the standard stupidity, there are men atop the roof here at work. Apparently, they are replacing a water meter or something. They are welding and banging and thumping over top of me. My head is pounding. The fumes of the welding are nauseating.
The serenity prayer doesn't help. Calgon wouldn't help. I've eaten copious amounts of chocolate, and that doesn't help. I'm pretty sure retail therapy wouldn't even help. I couldn't even try that today as I'm in overdraft as it is, and running on fumes (pardon the pun) until pay day. Oh, and my quick trip to Shoppers while on my lunch break to pick up kitty litter and ibuprofen to get me through this full moon day - that doesn't count as "retail therapy". Especially after witnessing who I'm pretty sure to be my ex-ex-ex weasel. I looked quickly so I can't completely confirm if it was him. The thought alone of him being back on the Island and not out west is enough to make me lose my lunch. I guess we can also blame the full moon on the weasel-sighting, too.
The pluses...I'm almost at the end of the work day. It's Thursday so I've got the Thursday TV line up to look forward to...and I still have a bit more chocolate I can eat. It doesn't help the full moon day, but it still tastes good :).
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
The only good thing...we're actually at hump day, so after today, there are only 2 more days left, instead of 4.
And I pray that they pass quickly.
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
- John McCrae
Monday, 10 November 2008
Saturday, 8 November 2008
C: How's your day going?
A: Slowly. And yours? Did you get up after I left? Did you make yourself some coffee? Did you clean the house? Make the bed? :P (I KILL me!)
C: I didn't do any of that! Been busy...
This reply has an attachment added to it. So I open said attachment, to find this:
So to give you a bit of history, I hate dogs. They smell bad; they drool. For as long as I've known Chris he's said, "one day we'll have a dog". I keep telling him NO. A few years back, our friends Cody and Jool got a new golden retriever puppy. We went to visit so I could meet said puppy. The next day a picture of a golden retriever puppy occupied my computer desktop. I still hold steadfast that I hate dogs and I won't have one. However, after meeting Sammy as a pup and the reaction I had to him I came to the conclusion that if you brought a puppy into my home I'd have a hard time letting him/her go. So Chris knows this loophole. When I first saw the picture I immediately thought he likely had a friend visiting with a new pup, or even was taking photos of one for someone he knew. But look at that face! Who wouldn't want him? (her?)? I felt butterflies in my stomach for a moment....wondering to myself...did he? Would he? Noooo. Maybe? No...but then I kept looking at the little smoochie face...and I kinda hoped that he did.
The emails continue:
A: Um. That is a recent picture of our living room because I see my old coat hanging. (We'd cleaned out an old closet and he'd taken the old coat into the living room the other day. I'd not yet done something with the coat, and I knew that he'd never have put it away. The coffee table was just as I'd left it this morning). That is a rather wonderfully cute puppy. Who does it belong to?
A few more butterflies form.
A: That wonderfully cute puppy cannot belong to us. We would not be able to afford such a wonderfully cute puppy right now. You must be taking photos of someone else's wonderfully cute puppy. Right?
A: *narrowed eyes* CHRISTOPHER!
C: *puppy eyes* AMBERFER!
A: If you're joking with me, this isn't a very nice joke!
At this point I'm convinced that I'm the mom to another furbaby. I wonder how the kitties are reacting to the new addition. I wonder if Bosco is cowering in the corner. I wonder if Zoe is hiding under the bed and if I'll ever see her again.
A: Will this wonderfully cute puppy be present upon my return home from work this evening?
C: I think so
Now I just want him to fess up and confirm things for me. I wonder how he pulled this one off without the least bit of suspicion on my part.
A: This isn't fair. TELL ME.
Yep, I thought, "He did it. He went behind my back and got a stinky, drooly puppy - but the puppy is so darn cute I can't help but already love him/her".
A: CHRISTOPHER! Do we have a puppy!!??
C: Do I detect some a level of excitement?!
A: Well. The puppy is deliciously wonderfully cute. SPILL
C: Ok. I don't actually know who owns that puppy.
My emotions take an immediate fall. The butterflies start to die.
A: Oh. So you found him/her around the park?C: It's photoshopped. I wanted to see how well a puppy would fit in the living room. I have pulled a fast one on you.
I couldn't believe how angry I was. The jerk! That was so mean!
A: I hate you.
C: Not enough to throw me out if I brought a puppy home. Now I know. ;)
So now I sit, mourning the loss of a puppy I never had. Chris has confirmed his loophole, and life continues as it already had. I was duped. And it's not even April 1.
- I'm 36 years old and I still get zits. A lot of them. Isn't acne a teenager thing? JEBUS!
You'd think I'd just entered puberty by looking at my face.
- people who feel they need to yell, scream and berate to get their point across. What ever happened to peace and love? (I think this one has made the list before, but it's such an everyday wtf it deserves to be here again).
- the mullet; especially those who STILL have one!
- when restaurants leave the tail on shrimps in a shrimp & pasta dish. Even sauce-y dishes where you have to swirl your fingers around trying to catch the little 'effers to de-tail them, usually missing a few times. So very 'posh' to sit there licking the pasta ooze off your fingers after biting into the tail end to rip it off the meat, like a barbarian, isn't it?
- when you are walking in a crowd and toward another person going the other way, and that person chooses to not move even a millimeter out of your way. Is it some sort of 'crowd chicken' game?
- people who incessantly gossip behind other peoples' backs...and then are so two-faced to the people they just talked about. They must live such sad, sad lives to have to do that.
- why people don't follow the 'rules of the road' when walking through crowds. Should the direction of the crowd flow not follow the same direction our streets flow in? If you don't know what I'm talking about, visit the flea market this weekend. Most people get this, but it never fails that there are a few stragglers moving in the opposite direction, thus getting in the way of an entire path of oncoming people. You can't tell me we have that many people visiting from Europe :P.
- how skinny people can sit and eat Big Mac after Whopper after fried chicken...and stay skinny. That, my friends, is just wrong.
- the fact that society feels Kate Winslet is a 'plus-size' actress; she's size TWELVE. I would give my left arm to be a size 12. And I think she's frickin HOT.
- why men can't pick up after themselves.
That last one seems to mark a fitting spot to end this list...otherwise I may just open a whole other can 'o worms :)
Thursday, 6 November 2008
Lana and I met through a mutual friend back in high school. The funniest part of the whole thing being neither one of us cared for the other back then! She was too high-strung for me, and I was too prissy for her. How'd we get past that? :) Teenagers are fickle I guess...and she was also befriending my 'best friend' at the time, so perhaps my feelings at the time were more fear out of losing my best friend. It's a good thing growing up means more maturity in matters such as that...and now all of us are the best of friends, and I can't imagine my life without Lana as part of it.
She grounds me when I need it. She laughs with me. She cries with me. And, she's a strong shoulder to lean on when it warrants. She's kind-hearted, sensitive, intelligent, and strong. She has handled all life has dealt her with poise and grace - a remarkable woman, indeed. She stands up for what she believes in, and never gives up without a fight.
Happy Birthday my dear friend; I hope this new year brings exciting opportunities and unending happiness for you. I'm proud to call you one of my very best friends, and I thank you for all you have given to me over the years. Now, go get a tissue, wipe the snot from your nose and join me for a glass of vino to celebrate this very special day that is all yours. :) xo
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Congratulations, Mr. Obama. I don't envy your position - you have a huge job ahead of you, and a huge mess to clean up. Your passion is insurmountable. Hearing clips of your acceptance speech on the radio/tv this morning, I was almost brought to tears, and I'm not American. It is my hope, and many others, that the changes you will make will not only benefit the US, but also, the world.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
America - voice your own thoughts.
Vote for change.
Monday, 3 November 2008
Needless to say, when the alarm finally blared this morning it felt like a cruel joke, and I slammed it into "sleep mode", and cursed under my breath.
What a blasted waste of my extra hour of sleep - not to mention a lousy way of starting off a new week.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
So I hope you all are nice and rested up from the extra hour of sleep. Personally the night the clocks fall is one of my most favorite days of the year - ever. I purposely don't put the clocks back til later on Sunday so I can get a pleasant little surprise throughout the day when I realize I have a bit more time. As for what I've done this lazy Sunday? Well, I snuggled under the blanket on the couch with a good book with my kitty snoozin' in my lap. I watched a little tv, facebooked, ate some supper, and went back to my good book.
Chris 'banked' the house today in the cold and wind. What's "banking", you ask? It's affixing saran-wrappy-looking plastic to the skirting on the mini-home. It's supposed to help with the drafty floors, and, hopefully aid in a smarter 'heated' winter. One thing it did do was make the house look just a little more "trailer". Now we just need the snow to fall a lot harder so that it will accumlate around the house, covering up the 'trailer' plastic.
Life in the 'hood is a thrill a minute.
(Oh, and I was just kidding about the snow falling harder thing)
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Tonight Chris and I are joining Lana and Bruce for a few drinks and some games. It is sure to be fun. When we return, we can revel in the fact that it's an hour earlier than it looks like. How I love the clock fall back time. Happy Saturday!