And because I've returned from lunch and there is absolutely no one in the office.
http://www.cbc.ca/cgi-bin/quiz/quiz.cgi?quiz=arts_keanu
I scored 7 out of 10. How'd you do?
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Happy "Hump" Day
Well, I made it through the weekend. Yep, I still shed a few tears but what can I say, it had been a very long stressful week.
Thursday- Work was okay. Surfed. Got through the day and ended right on 4. Actually, I would have had to work late but Tom was on the phone. Sneaky me. Got home listened to our voicemail cuz MyLuc doesn't - the LMP concert scheduled for the 10th. Cancelled. *sigh* Oh well. Went for a walk, calmed down, had a coupla drinks. Watched tv. Bed.
Friday - Canada Day - Didn't do nuthin'. It was rainy and gross and I didn't want to be wet and grouchy in a crowd of people. A little disappointed to miss Colin James and Sue Foley but whatcha gonna do. Went down and paid rent, spoke to Phyllis about our COBB. She said she'd send the husband up tomorrow. Then we just stayed in and watched more tv...had a few more drinks...bed.
Saturday - MyLuc and I decided to have a day to ourselves. We cleaned the apartment and waited for the husband.....MyLuc headed out for groceries and whatever errands he wanted to do and then it was my turn. We decided that one of us should be in the apartment to wait for the husband. I went out, had a hair trim and made an appointment to get some colour put in. Woohoo! Rebel Red here I come. Had an iced reaspberry something or other from Blenz. Totally chilled with my book and relaxed. Headed home about 3 hours later. Had to make a dessert for MyLuc's A.Lorna and Cuz Nicole who were arriving at 5. MyLuc made dinner. Steak...go figure. I made a light Tirimisu thingy that was oh my god so good mmmmmmmmmmm. They left, we relaxed. Went to bed.
Sunday - No husband. *sigh* MyLuc and I decide that if we don't hear by Wednesday next we're using the Cobb and that'll get'em up. I call our friends Elphin and her roommie Jen to see if they remembered dinner at Shabusen. They did remember but I hadn't told them a time. *blush* I'm a goober. MyLuc's 'rents and sis show up and off we go on transit to downtown Vancouver. We meet Elphin and Jen there and have a grand ole japanese korean bbq dinner. MyLuc and I make plans for next Saturday to go play Killer Bunnies. An awesome card game thing that brings out my inner meanie. It's great. Home we go, the family comes up to see the kittens, they love Chloe (that's my girl). Can't sleep worth sheep cuz the cats have decided if I leave anyting on the floor they're going to take a run for it, jump on it and slide. Ack! Stupid ass I am leaving newspapers and magazines on the floor. Emma and Chloe have also discovered the holes in the laundry basket. One gets in and pokes her paw through the hole and the other grabs it. They scream and play forever. Gotta purchase a closed one I'm thinkin' ... as well as clean up o'course.
Monday - Back to work. It's hard getting back into the groove after 3 days. Especially with the cats surfing on whatever I leave on the floor. I hope after my holiday it'll be easier. I get off work right at 4 cuz Tom's not in.. Get hom, open the mail and promptly burst into tears. My 10 year reunion, the one that I've been totally psyched about...cancelled due to dumbass 28year olds not turning in their deposit money. Gawd dang it all! MyLuc commented that it must be good stuff for me to react that way. I told him what had happened and his response - are we still going to Trail then? More tears, yes I blubbered. I've contacted all of my moms family made sure they're going to be in town that weekend and we are going out to dinner. No reunion but that's okay money back in my pocket, more time to spend with my friends and family and ... stupid dumbass 28 year olds. Called my friend Strongarm and she was like yeah, lost money on my flight down (which I originally thought was stupid anyways) and now no plans for the summer. On the upside they couldn't find anyone to work her shifts anyways so she doesn't have to cancel those plans. *sigh*
Funny of the evening - Chloe has decided she likes to ride the fan. Her two favorite stunts climbs up on it and 1. lies down and goes to sleep or 2. stands there like the two riding the bow of the titanic...arms down o'course. Maybe I'll be a digital camera that actually works instead of depending on MyLuc's and try and catch a picture. It's pretty funny.
Tuesday - Nothing much to report. Worked, chatted, talked on the phone, typed up dictation, talked to my friends via msn or text msg on our cells. Home. Made lasagna. It was okay. Not the best. Chloe fan surfed some more. Bed.
Wednesday - Tadahh! Here I am to write some mooooore. Yeah I know, it doesn't come across like it does when you are actually in the same room. Multitasking and getting stuff done. That's about it. Tonight is leftovers and perhaps some actual sleep.
*HUGE HUGS* Ttyl.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Quote of the Day: You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it. ~ H. Youngman
I'm somewhat blue this morning and have a heavy heart. I know it's for the best that my little bro ("Stretch") move to Creston to get away from the negativity in his life but I will miss him terribly.
Stretch and I grew up with an extreme hatred for each other. So much that Mom would lock us in the addition and let us go at it. We'd bite, hit, kick, punch, blacken each other up. I guess that was our way of purging the anger we received when our father would decided to have a "day".
Let me tell ya, until I was fifteen, there were a tremendous lot of "days". My Dad would come home after working at the Coal Mine and find something, anything, a little tiny thing and he'd start, I'd be first being the eldest, then Stretch and then Sprout....but in actuality only Stretch and I received the worst of it cuz by the time he'd be ready for a go around with Sprout our Mom would step in. I try to recall any good memories that I have of my childhood, I remember Dad and Mom going out and him smelling of Old Spice, and that'd be erased by being thrown across the room by my throat. Saddling Buck to go riding, that'd be erased by him hitting one of the horses with a two x four for holding it's breath so he couldn't get the saddle cinch tight. *sigh*
Anyways, the saying that Stretch and I share is that we credit our past for the people we are at present. I chose to get the Phoenix tattoo because for me it stood for rebirth - through hell to a much better place. Stretch has chosen dragons because they stand for strength and mastery - he is the master of his own fate/destiny.
For the last couple of weeks Stretch has been MIA. Sorta. From what I could figure, he went back to the Kootenays to escape his girlfriend/common law of 7 years. He didn't tell anyone. He just left. I telephone my Mom every couple of weeks for a "Hiya, Howsit" conversation and she mentioned that he was there and heading home. Okay I thought cool, MyLuc and I can get our videos and I can get a visit in when he's home.
Now I didn't know what was going on at all. I telephoned his gf and she said that they'd had a fight and it was over ... again. This time for sure. And me being me I'd listen and insert the suitable okay, uh huh, yes, right's into the correct spots in the conversation.
Monday night, MyLuc and I were having some time to ourselves and had gone to bed. It was 10 and the phone rang. We looked at the Caller ID, it's Stretch. He'll call back.
Tuesday, there was a message on my cell from Stretch, garbled and unclear that he'd be by Wednesday to drop some stuff off that he had for me about 4:30 and a number. *sigh* couldn't catch the number for the life of me. Got home, called for the message on the voicemail from Stretch, wasn't Stretch was the girlfriend. Call Search and Rescue she pleaded...I don't know where your brother is. I telephoned her to get the 411 and she was all, nope, he's in town somewhere, don't worry about it. Okaaay. *shrug* Hopefully Stretch'll call. He didn't and I went to bed worried and teary cuz I didn't know where he was. MyLuc tried to comfort me by saying he's like you a survivor, he'll be fine. I know I know, but I'm the big sister, I worry.
Wednesday, another message from Stretch. He'll stop by about 4:30. That doesn't work for me cuz I don't get home til 5. Call MyLuc, yep he'll be there. Okay. So I get home, and wait, no phone calls, nothing. 7 comes by and there's Stretch yelling from the alley to our balcony, come down! I go downstairs and he's loaded his life into his car. He's leaving for Creston in the morning. He looks so weary and sad. His coworker helped him load a truck with boxes and then he'd emptied the boxes into the car. It's so full. Stretch tells me that Mom has sent some stuff. My big bird chair which is so another story, Dad's wife Charlotte *gag* had packed some pictures n' stuff, she's packed a box for each one of us as she's only wanting "her" family in the house. Totally fine with me. Whatever. And MyLuc's movies with the books I had lent the girlfriend. I invite him up. MyLuc goes to have shower and leaves us alone. Stretch tells me his side of the story.
I'm somewhat blue this morning and have a heavy heart. I know it's for the best that my little bro ("Stretch") move to Creston to get away from the negativity in his life but I will miss him terribly.
Stretch and I grew up with an extreme hatred for each other. So much that Mom would lock us in the addition and let us go at it. We'd bite, hit, kick, punch, blacken each other up. I guess that was our way of purging the anger we received when our father would decided to have a "day".
Let me tell ya, until I was fifteen, there were a tremendous lot of "days". My Dad would come home after working at the Coal Mine and find something, anything, a little tiny thing and he'd start, I'd be first being the eldest, then Stretch and then Sprout....but in actuality only Stretch and I received the worst of it cuz by the time he'd be ready for a go around with Sprout our Mom would step in. I try to recall any good memories that I have of my childhood, I remember Dad and Mom going out and him smelling of Old Spice, and that'd be erased by being thrown across the room by my throat. Saddling Buck to go riding, that'd be erased by him hitting one of the horses with a two x four for holding it's breath so he couldn't get the saddle cinch tight. *sigh*
Anyways, the saying that Stretch and I share is that we credit our past for the people we are at present. I chose to get the Phoenix tattoo because for me it stood for rebirth - through hell to a much better place. Stretch has chosen dragons because they stand for strength and mastery - he is the master of his own fate/destiny.
For the last couple of weeks Stretch has been MIA. Sorta. From what I could figure, he went back to the Kootenays to escape his girlfriend/common law of 7 years. He didn't tell anyone. He just left. I telephone my Mom every couple of weeks for a "Hiya, Howsit" conversation and she mentioned that he was there and heading home. Okay I thought cool, MyLuc and I can get our videos and I can get a visit in when he's home.
Now I didn't know what was going on at all. I telephoned his gf and she said that they'd had a fight and it was over ... again. This time for sure. And me being me I'd listen and insert the suitable okay, uh huh, yes, right's into the correct spots in the conversation.
Monday night, MyLuc and I were having some time to ourselves and had gone to bed. It was 10 and the phone rang. We looked at the Caller ID, it's Stretch. He'll call back.
Tuesday, there was a message on my cell from Stretch, garbled and unclear that he'd be by Wednesday to drop some stuff off that he had for me about 4:30 and a number. *sigh* couldn't catch the number for the life of me. Got home, called for the message on the voicemail from Stretch, wasn't Stretch was the girlfriend. Call Search and Rescue she pleaded...I don't know where your brother is. I telephoned her to get the 411 and she was all, nope, he's in town somewhere, don't worry about it. Okaaay. *shrug* Hopefully Stretch'll call. He didn't and I went to bed worried and teary cuz I didn't know where he was. MyLuc tried to comfort me by saying he's like you a survivor, he'll be fine. I know I know, but I'm the big sister, I worry.
Wednesday, another message from Stretch. He'll stop by about 4:30. That doesn't work for me cuz I don't get home til 5. Call MyLuc, yep he'll be there. Okay. So I get home, and wait, no phone calls, nothing. 7 comes by and there's Stretch yelling from the alley to our balcony, come down! I go downstairs and he's loaded his life into his car. He's leaving for Creston in the morning. He looks so weary and sad. His coworker helped him load a truck with boxes and then he'd emptied the boxes into the car. It's so full. Stretch tells me that Mom has sent some stuff. My big bird chair which is so another story, Dad's wife Charlotte *gag* had packed some pictures n' stuff, she's packed a box for each one of us as she's only wanting "her" family in the house. Totally fine with me. Whatever. And MyLuc's movies with the books I had lent the girlfriend. I invite him up. MyLuc goes to have shower and leaves us alone. Stretch tells me his side of the story.
In short, he's 26 and wants children, she's 45 mom and grandma, she was pushing him so much that he had gotten so angry he wanted to hit her. He left. Did some thinking. Needs to leave and start new and get away from the negativity. Their friends were actually her friends and have given him no shoulder or ear. He's been in his car for the last couple of days sleeping cuz he doesn't have money for a hotel just for gas. He's outta her on the 30th.
I get a little teary, I understand that when it comes to violence we agree that if it comes into the home that's the end of the home. I told MyLuc before we started the relationship that if we ever came to a point where either of us wanted to get violent, that's it. No second chances that's the end. He tells me that in Creston he's got friends he considers family, he can get work and start saving up again for the future. He's paid all of the bills, rent for the month she just needs to get out on her own and mature. I told him that I understand that he's very independent and can do a whack on his own but he needs to call every once in a while. Maybe not for an actual conversation but just to let me know he's out there. I invited Stretch to stay, well actually I invited Stretch to have shower. He was kinda ripe. He grinned his crooked grin at me and said "Yeah, you're cats are looking a little wobbly after smelling my socks." He had his shower. He told MyLuc that he better take care of me and treat me right. Gave me a hug and walked out.
I cried myself to sleep knowing that my little brother is a good man who has a head on his shoulders and a heart that has been trampled. MyLuc held me until I fell asleep.
This morning waking up I'm still a little blue but I know that he'll be okay.
*HUGE HUGS*
If you've made it this far through my blog. Thank you for reading.
I get a little teary, I understand that when it comes to violence we agree that if it comes into the home that's the end of the home. I told MyLuc before we started the relationship that if we ever came to a point where either of us wanted to get violent, that's it. No second chances that's the end. He tells me that in Creston he's got friends he considers family, he can get work and start saving up again for the future. He's paid all of the bills, rent for the month she just needs to get out on her own and mature. I told him that I understand that he's very independent and can do a whack on his own but he needs to call every once in a while. Maybe not for an actual conversation but just to let me know he's out there. I invited Stretch to stay, well actually I invited Stretch to have shower. He was kinda ripe. He grinned his crooked grin at me and said "Yeah, you're cats are looking a little wobbly after smelling my socks." He had his shower. He told MyLuc that he better take care of me and treat me right. Gave me a hug and walked out.
I cried myself to sleep knowing that my little brother is a good man who has a head on his shoulders and a heart that has been trampled. MyLuc held me until I fell asleep.
This morning waking up I'm still a little blue but I know that he'll be okay.
*HUGE HUGS*
If you've made it this far through my blog. Thank you for reading.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Stories from the Skytrain:
Woohoo! Got a seat, didn't have to wait to dash into the seat the second a persons ass has left it to get off the train. So psyched.
An older lady gets on *sigh* I get up and give her my seat. The skytrain's so full though that I have to hold onto the bar behind her head.
"Excuse me" she said, "you have something on your pants", pointing to my zipper. I look down and nope, my zippers up and my pants are spot free. "No there" she says and points to my bellybutton ring. I say "Oh that's just my bellybutton ring". She gets this look of horror on her face and looks away.
Several stops later I turn to let someone by me and I hear "Excuse me, you have pen on your back". "Oh" I reply, "that is my tattoo".
She gives me an up and down look, and from where she's sitting it's a long way to look up and says, "Someone your size really shouldn't do that to themselves," she gets up out of the seat and moves farther down the train.
Now I'm not a small person, I acknowledge that, but hadn't she heard that if you don't have anything good to say don't say it?
Oh well, at least I got the seat for the next few stops. Woohoo! No more standing!
Woohoo! Got a seat, didn't have to wait to dash into the seat the second a persons ass has left it to get off the train. So psyched.
An older lady gets on *sigh* I get up and give her my seat. The skytrain's so full though that I have to hold onto the bar behind her head.
"Excuse me" she said, "you have something on your pants", pointing to my zipper. I look down and nope, my zippers up and my pants are spot free. "No there" she says and points to my bellybutton ring. I say "Oh that's just my bellybutton ring". She gets this look of horror on her face and looks away.
Several stops later I turn to let someone by me and I hear "Excuse me, you have pen on your back". "Oh" I reply, "that is my tattoo".
She gives me an up and down look, and from where she's sitting it's a long way to look up and says, "Someone your size really shouldn't do that to themselves," she gets up out of the seat and moves farther down the train.
Now I'm not a small person, I acknowledge that, but hadn't she heard that if you don't have anything good to say don't say it?
Oh well, at least I got the seat for the next few stops. Woohoo! No more standing!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Favourite Song Lyric of the Moment:
That the consequences of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day
Don't know why but it is. It's kinda a thinker....and true in a roundabout way.
A whole whack of stuff is crowded into my brain and o'course I've told MyLuc to ask only if he has the time cuz when he doesn't...his eyes blank out and he gets that look - Glamazon knows the one, he did it when she was over - kinda the zombie stare, drool excluded o'course.
For the life of me I can't recall Saturday so it must mean it was a good one...right?!? I think that's when we watched "Beyond the Sea" the Bobby Darin movie. I think.
It was Father's Day on Sunday. We went to MyLuc's grandads for a family barbeque (porkloin on the bbq..yummy!). There was a huge crowd, like there always is and one of his cousins, a young one, asked me why I was there and not with my Dad. Now, how do you explain to a 5 year old that you don't want to, without the echo of why? I simply stated that I wanted to spend time with her Grandad on this day. She looked at me and shrugged and said, that's okay, I'll share. *phew*
Monday - Work flew by. I finally had to tell my coworker to stop saying my name, she says it just cuz. She likes the sound of it. It doesn't mean that she wants to speak with me she just wants to say my name. I finally had to tell her that if she needed something ask me, please don't say my name all the freakin' time. Does it bug you? she asked. Nawwww...I just don't want it overused. WTF!?! MyLuc made meatloaf and garlic potatoes for dinner. Pretty good.
Well that about it for now, I actually have to work.
*HUGE HUGS*
That the consequences of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day
Don't know why but it is. It's kinda a thinker....and true in a roundabout way.
A whole whack of stuff is crowded into my brain and o'course I've told MyLuc to ask only if he has the time cuz when he doesn't...his eyes blank out and he gets that look - Glamazon knows the one, he did it when she was over - kinda the zombie stare, drool excluded o'course.
For the life of me I can't recall Saturday so it must mean it was a good one...right?!? I think that's when we watched "Beyond the Sea" the Bobby Darin movie. I think.
It was Father's Day on Sunday. We went to MyLuc's grandads for a family barbeque (porkloin on the bbq..yummy!). There was a huge crowd, like there always is and one of his cousins, a young one, asked me why I was there and not with my Dad. Now, how do you explain to a 5 year old that you don't want to, without the echo of why? I simply stated that I wanted to spend time with her Grandad on this day. She looked at me and shrugged and said, that's okay, I'll share. *phew*
Monday - Work flew by. I finally had to tell my coworker to stop saying my name, she says it just cuz. She likes the sound of it. It doesn't mean that she wants to speak with me she just wants to say my name. I finally had to tell her that if she needed something ask me, please don't say my name all the freakin' time. Does it bug you? she asked. Nawwww...I just don't want it overused. WTF!?! MyLuc made meatloaf and garlic potatoes for dinner. Pretty good.
Well that about it for now, I actually have to work.
*HUGE HUGS*
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