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Still Kickin'

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 06:03:26 GMT

I'm still alive here.. just been having a hell of a life! May, June, July, and August are a very hectic time in the resort industry, so time is a luxury these days. I did become in in June, knocked the wind and another 15 pounds out of me. Nothing too serious, anymore, diverticulitis [sp?], so I must change my lifestyle a bit..... no biggie though. I believe that's a grand total of 30 pounds lost up to now. I was happy with the 15 pound loss, not fussy on the extra 15 though. I haven't weighed this since before all my kids. And I don't think it was so bad before. Just have to go with it though. As learning what I can and can't eat is a mystery these days.

Life's pretty much the same around here. The Hag-Man is the same as well as the kiddies. And I suppose having 3 months go by and nothing much happening isn't really a bad thing. Means things aren't getting worse anyways........... I'll take that, gotta love status quo!

Anyhoo..... it's late so I'm scootin' off to bed. It's hot up here in Canada, no matter what people in other countries may think. 33 C....that's about 91.4 F I think??? To us up here, that's freakin hot!!! Thank God for air conditioning!

Peace ya'll!

Changes

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 17:24:54 GMT

Well it's finally my day off, and after a whirlwind of a week.... I really need it!I had to say good-bye to an old friend who's off to Italy to work on a cruise ship, but I had a remarkable chance to say hello to some new friends, a very old [as in I've had her forever, 20+ years] friend, but good-bye to them too soon. None of these good-byes saddened me, as they were all happy ones! Saying good-bye for all the right reasons, somehow makes it so much easier to digest.

So we partied Wednesday night, and we partied Friday night. I'm old.... I paced myself...lol! I can't tell you how facinating it is to meet people you have been stalking on spaces for a few years... and I was not disappointed by any means. It was almost as if I'd known them forever.... and it just felt like sliding into your favorite jeans after a hard days work!

Kari and John went on a little adventure to meet some spaces lurkers, and included me on this little road trip, and I must tell you, it will be one of my most fondest memories. It's a little un-nerving meeting someone off the internet, and it is not something I'd recommend to the yungen's out there, but if you ever have the opportunity, don't shy away, as you will be surprised just how warm and fuzzy you can feel. Kari and John turned out to be the most down to earth, "real", people a body could ever hope to meet! And that isn't the alcohol we consumed talking! John's still waters may run deep, but boy can have a good time, and I loved talking to him, and John.... sorry about giving you the "Bat Room"....again.... I do believe the darling little critter is still lurking out there, but can't be sure because I ain't going out there to check!!!

Kari is a down home girl who is just like me, only younger, and able to drink 5 times more than I can...lmao! As long as I live, I will never forget "Craig", an unusual hat from Tibet, and I will never scoff at a "token boob picture" ever again, by the way Kari, your boobs won, Moe and I couldn't put ours together to get one of yours, mostly because yours were inbetween and in the way....lol!

You could say, that meeting you was a little piece of "double oh heaven", and we learned a lot about how "Spaces" can create normal relationships. The Hag-Man learned that a Martini [old school, that is], is something he will never touch again, and those who tell us it's a "Man's Drink", are only drinking them to remove the nail polish they ingested earlier in the day!

There is soooo much more I could tell the readers who stumbled in, on purpose or by misfortune, but I must scoot and begin my day. Thanks for the great visit John, Kari, and Moe! We'll be texting you [or at least I will as we cannot convince Moe to cross over to the dark side], and I wish you two the best of luck as you enter this new and exciting phase of your lives. I am honoured to be a part of your memories [if I am...lol...you may prefer to forget me and that bat], and I'll be chattin' at ya'll later!

Peace!

Good Grief!

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 16:33:28 GMT

OK....so where did my funny go? It's been a while since I blogged, typical of me lately, and it's just not amusing in here. It used to be, honestly! Nothing has been striking me as funny lately. Winters in Canada have a way of sucking the humor out of us Canadians, since there is nothing all that comical about freezing your girlie parts off, or boy parts, whatever it is you keep in your snow pants!

I can tell you that my small town is over-run with "citidots" [sit-e-its], which is a term small town folk use to describe city idiots. Sorry if I offend any of you who happen to be one of these types of people. They drink too much, drive like fools [usually SUV's], and ski like demons with a death wish! They take over the bars, hotels, and restaraunts and all expect to come first. And I won't even get into how they get all the good donuts at Tim Horton's, Canada's favorite establishment! We Canadians love our coffee and donuts, and as a rule, one shouldn't get between us and our one true love. There are 3 Tim Horton's coffee shops in our very small town, and they are all equally busy with a steady stream of caffeine addicted patrons, and powdered sugar junkies.

Haggard works nights, and the entire staff does this 0200 [around that time?], "Timmy's Run" for their break. And just as a drug addict needs a pusher, a "Timmy's" addict needs a supplier as well. So he gets himself in tight with the night staff at the closest Tim Horton's, and they put a cream filled donut aside for him. I'm comparing the transaction of Haggard "acquiring" this cream filled chocolate dipped sugar fix fiasco to something out of a typical spy movie, where the money gets slid along the counter, and the cashier behind the counter slips him his donut while looking around, nervously. Like buying a cream filled donut at 0200 hrs is some kind of sinister act or something. He then scoots back to work and revels in his "fix", like some heroin junkie out behind a dumpster on the mean streets of Toronto. Believe me when I tell you, if he doesn't get that donut, he will sometimes tell me as much.

I'm more of a "Tim Bits" fan. Not sure what my American readers would liken these to, perhaps the term "donut holes" is appropriate, but basically, they are little round versions of donuts. Little bite sized donuts. And it's rare to attend a social gathering here in Canada where they are not among the homemade cookies and pies. And they also can be found in the changerooms of perhaps every single hockey arena in the country for the kiddies to feast upon after the game! People, I kid you not, Tim Horton's is Canada's "House of Worship" and Canadians are mere donut worshipers.

All hail Tim Horton, an ex hockey player with a dream and an idea to take over Canada, one cup of coffee and a donut at a time.....and succeed........what a country!

~Peace~

Self-Esteem

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 16:12:11 GMT

Self image is one of the most important things in life I think. Not what other's think of you. Sometimes it's hard not to think "I'm prettier than her", or "I'm skinnier than her", or"I'm smarter than her". While it's normal to think this way it's not a great idea to say it outloud, to anyone. I live by the rule that if you say something outloud, it is given truth, or validates the thought in some way. Sometimes, though, a thought is very true, but it doesn't mean we should put it out there. No sense losing grasp of remaining a decent human being.

But the key word there is Human Being!!!! And we just can't help comparing ourselves to other's. You see a beautiful, slim, woman, and you may think to yourself "I wish I was was her". But what one sees isn't always what one gets. That very same beautiful, skinny, woman may be just about the saddest person with big issues you'd ever want to meet! Thanks, but I'd rather leave the house in my old jeans, a tee shirt, and my hair looking a little frightful [as I do so frequently], and leave happy! I made the choice to walk out the door looking like that after all!

I don't really have an answer to how we are supposed to measure ourselves or judge ourselves. No words of real wisdom to offer up that will cause the lightbulb to flash, but I do know that comparing ourselves to others isn't going to give someone an idea as to what kind of person we are. If anything, it could distort our thinking and change who we really are! Self-image is just that, what we think of ourselves. Not what/ who we think we are based on the people around us. There are few people in my life that make me stop and think that something I'm doing, or something I'm thinking is not a great idea, and that's my best friend *moe*, and the hublet. Although, the hublet has to learn to be a little more tactful...lol...which he never will, but I am learning that he may not say things gently, he doesn't really intend to hurt my feelings.

For the most part, I really like who I am now. It may have taken 42 years, but better late, than never at all. I don't absolutely hate the way I look [that's the best I can say, but at least I say it in a positive way], I am intelligent, witty, charming, fun, and compassionate. There are some things about me that I need to work on, and I'll do it if it matters that much to me. I do tend to put things off though!

Growing up, I didn't really have enough praise from my parents. They loved me, but we know so much more now than we did then, about how to teach self esteem, and I think I just needed more than the average child. I am a firm believer in over-indulging my three son's in praise and compliments, and love! It makes it easier for them to accept criticism and advice from me let me tell you! You could have the most well behaved, quiet, obedient [Scotty-Too-Hotty], child in the world, and it's so easy to just let him go around like that, status quo, but I will find something, however small, to advise him on, or lecture him on, just to keep him on his toes, and to let him know that I'm there, mothering the hell out of him, whether he thinks he needs it or not. Generally, Scotty-Too-Hotty thinks he does not need a female parental unit unless it cooks for him, or does his laundry, but it's for that very reason I still sit him down and tell him when he needs it! I will never give up on my boys, when all is said and done. And I have told each of them, that when the day comes, and it will, that I'm gone, to remember me as the one person who was on the sidelines, cheering them on, like a crazy fool!

And by now, I think that they will no problem picturing that at all!!! I have taught them to tie their shoes, be kind, and do their best. But the greatest thing I have taught them is how to stand alone, and know that they don't really have to. Because even when they can't see me, I'm standing right there, right next to them, with that silly big ass grin they hate, but will miss [I know they will and it bugs the crap outta them]. And it will make them look up towards the heavens........ and smile!

Hug your kid today, and tell them they are great for any reason you can find!

Confessions of a "FORMER" Anorexic.

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 16:54:58 GMT

I think most of my close friends and family know I suffered from Anorexia Nervosa as a young teen, so I’m not shocking anyone here. I never used the terminology for it though. I’d simply say “I’d starve myself for weeks to lose weight”, but never admitted ownership of this sad disease by name. Not that I wouldn’t then, or don’t now, but just felt silly claiming it by name, wondering if people would think I was proud of it or something.

I am not ashamed of it by any means. It is just a symptom of something bigger that goes on in someone’s life, and you try to cope. I mention it now, because it seems, in my little world lately, every second person is worrying about their weight. I rarely find anyone who is truly “embracing” his or her own skin.

At age 14 I may have weighed 100 – 110 pounds when our military family moved to a new town, I was entering high school. I had watched my older sister be berated about being overweight. I couldn’t handle that. I was always the “skinny” child. Involved in swimming, volleyball, and track and field, I had the perfect little “athlete’s” body! And everyone noticed and said so. I enjoyed the positive admiration of anyone who bestowed it upon me. I was an emotionally needy child, ask my Mum… lol!

But something happened my first year of high school…. I gained nearly 50 pounds. I hadn’t really noticed. I always wore track pants and oversized clothes in general, because I was involved heavily in sports, but people began saying things at school about it. I went from a size 0-3 in pants to a size 31. Mostly larger women in my family, I’m sure my Mum just thought I was “blooming”, but boobs would have been nice, if that were true… lol!

So it began…. The need to control my weight became my every thought. Counting calories and rigid exercise to burn whatever it was I’d put in my mouth. But it was never enough. I began a diet of water and dexitrim and just have that for two weeks at a time. No actual food would pass my lips. I began having kidney/ urinary tract problems, anxiety attacks, and was really really mean in general! I couldn’t cope in school, couldn’t concentrate, but I was losing weight. I used exlax occasionally but not too much. I was desperate to be thin. I think I went back to 110 pounds, and I did begin eating, but would continue my 2 weeks on 2 weeks off starvation diet. Just to ensure the weight never came back.

I had no idea what permanent damage I was doing to my own body back then. Karen Carpenter didn’t die from this disease until 1983, when people finally started talking about it out in the open, drawing attention to it. Since just having Anorexia Nervosa only occurs 2% of the time, not morphing into binging and purging habits, I assumed I was ok, as long as I didn’t start making myself throw up I figured it was ok. I tried it, but hate tossing my cookies, so I wouldn’t go that route.

I believe I have tremendous spirit, as I one day stopped the overly destructive behavior without medical intervention, but I still suffer from the traits associated with the disease. People with Anorexia Nervosa tend to bake a lot of “goodies” only to give them away, encourage other’s to eat, pick at their food, are compulsive about how their food is arranged on their plate, and over chew their food. It takes me forever to finish a meal. The need to control food and weight never goes away totally. Even now the thought “I can’t be fat, I can’t be fat”, is on my mind almost daily.

But I am responsible about my weight. And although I am losing weight now, I am doing it very carefully. And have learned how my body works to keep the fat storage in check. I am down 17 pounds now. But when I look at pictures of myself at around 165 pounds [the picture above is one of me at that weight], I am not disgusted in them. I actually think I looked ok. That was maybe 9 months ago. So I am moving ahead slowly and know I am being very responsible about the whole thing. I say I have no “goal” weight out loud. To do so may be harmful. I know how to lose it quick from past practice, but I fight the urge to become destructive again.

One of the things I want to do is to advocate how being comfortable in one’s own skin is paramount! My older sister almost killed herself during university from diet and exercise and watching her was heartbreaking. Back then, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and tell her “don’t you see what you are doing to yourself”??!! But to do so would force me to tell my secret, which I was still involved in during that time. Thankfully she realized she wasn’t a size 5 woman and to continue was silly. She always was the smart one….. lol!

The one bad thing I still am guilty of, is keeping a size 0 dress hanging on the back of my bedroom door. Sometimes I squeeze into it, and yes, I can get it on and done up, but instead of thinking, “I have to get into that dress”, I think, “WOW! I can almost fit into that dress comfortably”, and that makes me very happy. The “almost” is good enough for me now.

I wish society were different about how important appearance is. Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie are NOT typical women people! And a big BRAVO to Tyra Banks for her recent interview about her weight! She looks beautiful and sexy and is 165 pounds now since her retirement. Her interview is in some magazine, if you know which please leave a comment telling other’s where to look, as I can’t seem to remember right now! Just LOOK at her and tell me she isn’t more attractive now then when she was modeling! Embrace a healthy weight; don’t believe a woman should be a size 3 or 5 to be considered “normal”. Curves and physical “substance” is what men really want, I’ve asked around so I know! And I also know I’m just as sexy at around 145 pounds as I was at 165 pounds. Being sexy is all about what you do and what you say to your man, not how your hipbones can cut the guy you’re bumping up against. No man wants to be there wondering if he’s going to “break” you because you’re so tiny.

Long but important……… sorry!

~Peace~

Pierced......

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 23:56:01 GMT

Com'on McGyver.....you know not to dare me....I'd do it anyway, and did I not pay for you to get pieced and you ended up taking it out ya big ole baby! I suffered through the healing process of a piercing for a year....I didn't wuss out! I TOLD you to get your nipple done but noooooo...... you were too chicken..... it would have healed much better!

SO..... that said, I didn't get pierced, but my boss did.....I owed her some cash and she wanted her ears pierced again, so I asked her if she just wanted me to pay for that, it was the same difference, so we agreed and went after work. Not quite the same as getting myself pierced but it was pretty cool just the same. I think I've accompanied more people getting pierced than being pierced.

My favorite piercing on a man is the "Industrial", it's a very cool piercing, or nipples, like those too! The Hag-Man isn't into the whole "piercing thing", but I do wish he'd get something new done. I like a man who isn't afraid to step outide the box a little. My oldest son has a few piercings, he even had the piece of skin that is inside your top lip that attaches to your top gums, pull on your top lip and you'll know where I mean, and it was pretty unique..... I'd get that done, only thing is it's not a permanent piercing, and doesn't last long, maybe 3 years if one was careful.

Well I'm out of here, gots ta get Haggard up for work..........

~Peace~

In a Pissy..............

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 02:03:49 GMT

Ok..... so it seems I'm just ugly these days..... stuck in a people making me pissy rut so to say. And there is only one thing to do when I'm in a mood like this.......... get something pierced or something tattooed.......... there is a "I'm ok, it's ok" meaning behind each of my 9 piercings and two tattoos, and people......... I am due for something new! Sucks sometimes being a manager in a family resort because I have to look respectable......... so I have to hide whatever I get done, but I am thinking nose piercing.....or back tattoo.......... or some "other" piercing I won't get into.

~Peace~

A Good Doctor Can Make The Difference!

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 04:44:03 GMT

The following is a letter I sent to Scotty-Too-Hotty's Pediatrician. I'm not struggling for blog topics, but needed to share what I wrote to him........... read on! It's a little long, but worth the read if you are a parent of a special child or even if you're not. Unconditional love is the greatest gift of all. Thank you to Scott..... for teaching me just how to do it, truthfully, purely, honestly, and well! I love you dearly and forever my child!

Dear Doctor Hunt;

This letter will seem to come out of the blue for you, and you may even struggle to remember just who we are! I am Kathy *&%^&*%$, and you were my son, Scott *&%^&$%^#$%’s, pediatrician for his entire life! I dare say we kept you busy during his first few years, but as we adjusted to such a special child, with your care and guidance, our visits became less and less. It has been more than three years since we saw you last!

I am writing now because, on Friday, January 26^th, 2007, a most amazing event is occurring in our lives! An event we never dreamed possible in those early years, when everything seemed so hopeless to us. Scott is graduating from high school and has had so much success for a child given such limited chances of a bright and endless future! As I write this, the lump of pride in my throat makes it so hard to swallow! I actually have to push how much of a success story he is out of my mind most days, as just thinking of him makes me all weepy and choked up!

He had some of the highest drama and English marks in his class, and has chosen a career path in journalism, and writing. He wrote a novel at age 15, and several books since, but has only published them on-line at a “Fan-Fic” website, yet he has also had two [thus far], articles published on a website for our town, at www.mycollingwood.ca . He wrote the monologues for his high schools’ Anti-Bullying program, and traveled the public schools teaching young children how to fight back and stop bullying in our schools. Lord know children such as Scott endure their share of bullying, some to the point of suicide, and he wanted to draw attention to the damage it can do to sensitive children. I would listen to him relay such sad stories of children pushed to the limit, to suicide, and see his heart break for them. He even told me he had once almost threw himself off a bridge thinking life was too hard being different, and my heart burst with love to hear it was the sound of my own voice telling him he was loved and that he was beautiful! The words you taught me about how to raise this special young man saved his life that day.

You may wonder how I make this connection, so let me tell you. At around one year old we brought Scott in for a check up. I was always the sort of Mum who had things written down, little reports for your files, progress reports, to make our visits go smoothly [you used to kind of snicker at me, but appreciated it just the same], but on this day you put all that aside and asked me the one thing that changed me as a mother of a special child, for the rest of my life. And I quote you, “Mum, are you enjoying this baby?” I could not answer this. It really made me think. Then I began looking at Scott as an actual baby. My baby. A child I had never left with a sitter, or taken to a flea market for heaven’s sake! It had become a sea of specialists and appointments, and tracking his progress. I was a secretary, not a mother!

That day I let go of all of that I had been, and started to have fun with my baby. Treated him like a regular child. Raised him to understand he is different, but just as valuable. I taught him to embrace who he is, and he became strong and proud, and loving. We stopped dwelling on if he would ever walk, and crawled on the floor with him. We described the world to him instead of worrying if he would ever see it clearly, and we constantly, every day of his life, told him his life would be hard, and not to expect it to be anything else, but that he will be stronger than most children because he has to work twice as hard to succeed, but because he has to work harder, it will become easier as he grew, and he just needed to accept it, get past it, not dwell on changing it, and he will have a beautiful life! He just had to enjoy it and embrace it. And the day he stood on that bridge, contemplating a mother’s worst fears, the child I raised through your guidance, made his most important decision. And I will never be able to thank you enough for that! Just finding these words are practically impossible, it’s the best I can do!

There is so much I could go on about as far as how great Scott is, but what mother couldn’t? But that day you noticed I wasn’t being a mother, I was being a secretary, and you made me stop and think, and if you hadn’t I wonder what our lives would have been like? I put my heart and soul into Scott, into all my children, and we did go on to have another baby, a boy as well, which was very hard on both of us, spent most of my pregnancy on bed rest, Dr. Reyes delivered, but he is healthy, so all went well, and Scott became a middle child. It isn’t being the middle child that bothers him though; it’s having a pesky little brother that irks him to no end! Ha ha!

This letter is getting long, sorry, but we just wanted you to know that as this proud moment enters our lives, you have just as much to do with it as anyone! You taught us how to be “special” parents, you listened, you sympathized with us, and you made late night visits to us in the hospital when your own family would probably have loved to have you at home at the dinner table. Please share this letter with your family Dr. Hunt. As they should hear how much you meant to us, and to one very special little boy. Your dedication, sacrifice, and commitment changed Scott’s life, our lives, and who knows? It may change the world!

They say that if you touch just one life, your life’s purpose has been recognized. And you have touched all our lives! And I’m sure there are many families who have had this experience as far as you are concerned! There have been many times over the last 18 ½ years I have told Scott how much we owe you. How a lot of the success in his life can be directly attributed not to how we raised him, but to how you raised us! He still has the most beautiful smile and the bluest eyes. And he still, after all he’s been through, smiles easily, and sometimes he can’t stop the smile, and it grows, even for no reason. Sometimes, I catch him sitting with the biggest grin on his face, for what seems like no reason at all. Makes me wonder just what he knows that I don’t.

Scott now makes all his own decisions. And is a fine young man. Sensitive, caring, loving, and respectful, he chooses an alcohol, drug free life. He has good, kind, decent friends who respect him, and admire who he is, and know what he has been through. The website he was doing his co-op course with has offered to pay him as a freelance journalist now that he has finished school. $75.00 an article. And he took on a second co-op placement working with special needs children at Cameron Street Public School. He works with them on computers as well as English, as he is a wiz at both! He will be doing his 40 hours community service with the public school, work, and then hopefully he will be accepted at York University for the fall.

I used to think the hardest thing I ever did was raise a “differently-abled” child, now I think letting him go is going to be a million times harder! He has so many people rooting for him how can he fail with all that? And the most amazing thing is, he knows it! He knows he’s amazing, and full of potential! What greater gift can there be, but that of raising a remarkable human being? I once had a doctor tell me not to have high hopes for Scott. Guess she should have told him that! The only advice I give to parents now, is to sit back, relax, enjoy their child, take what comes, don’t ever let them see you cry [Scott never seen me cry, I never wanted him to think it was his fault, or that it may be him who made me sad, because it was never him that made me cry, just the sadness of things he was going to face], and just let life unfold as it was intended. We do not believe in luck in our home. We believe in love, and hope, and faith! And the dedication of one great doctor, of course! I do wish you could meet him again and see who he has become. You should be proud too! Thank You from the bottom of our overflowing hearts Dr. Hunt! Now, I will go, and send his grandparents letters to let them know. I just wanted you to be the first person I bragged to!

Sincerely, lovingly, respectfully, and with immense admiration;

Kathy, Jeff, James, Jason, and of course…Scott

Two in one Month!!!

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 01:31:35 GMT

Wow..... how unlike me lately! Two blogs in one month! The urge struck me today to slap some words down on my screen and post them....what can I say...it hasn't been happening much these days. With so much going on in my life, I have such little time. But I am going to manage to free some up, and avoid dwelling on lesser things, that don't need my energy. We will be getting a new General Manager at the resort soon, but for some reason, things have stalled.... I'm not big on change, but since I feel pretty secure knowing it's not one of the three people I'd never ever work with again.... I shouldn't have too much to dread. I was assured I'd have no problems with [him?], so that's all I need to know right now.

I have managed no fun this new year.... it seems to be all about home and work, can't remember the last time I hit the bar for some drinks and pool,I suck...I know... and not in that "good" way....lol! Now...I've come close mind you, a couple of times, but something always came along to foul up my plans, so now I am trying to just put those things out of my mind's expectations. I do it only to myself, get to looking forward to something, and most often, someone else makes it go all stupid on me! Besides, there's nothing wrong with delving into work and trying to make like I'm all serious for awhile....hee hee!

Our company has really only one big staff event each year, and it's coming up, and I am dateless, AGAIN!!! How pathetic I seem these days....my own Hublet won't accompany me to a party..... have I become that tragic lately? I sometimes think I'm as pitiful as some poor woman out of a Victorian Tragedy..... Just another Catherine running around the moors looking for Heathcliff.....with the sometimes percieved [on my account purely], exception that I am still warm and breathing........ how simply fortunate!!!!

I have tried to pass my time alone writing some poetry, but this too is lost on me.... so dozens of just started and NEVER finished poems litter my back up drives, which may be for the best, as they are all ghastly and dismal..... perhaps a limerick is in my future to lighten my mood, however, the only one that pops into my head is one *moe* taught me, and is hardly something a lady should recite....let alone know the words too.....lmao!!

Well I have several things to do now, as I must be at the office by 0800 tomorrow as the owner has things he needs done by 0900. The snow is finally here, but I dare say it has been a dreadful winter for the skiers and snow borders.... and Ontario's largest ski resort has lost billions! Happily.... I don't work for that resort.....

Now......where did I leave that bottle of prozac hmmmmmmm????

~Peace~

I'm ok....really

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 15:02:48 GMT

So Christmas is over, and a new year begins.....and I have this terrible chest cold to contend with. It's a bad one too. The kind that reminds you you shouldn't smoke =) Everything that doesn't hurt, is either on fire or stuffed up. Whatever.....this too shall pass.....

The demon spawn had a good Christmas I think..... I had to work through it all, but managed to slam off breakfast that would have made a fry cook in a busy roadside diner green with envy.... speed cooking.... and a very nice turkey dinner that would have made Martha herself proud! Topped off with my usual christmas baking treats made for a yummy holiday. The Hag-man gained 5 pounds apparently, I'm, however, down another 2 pounds. Which I think puts me to the least I've been since Spawn #3 was birthed forward! I will continue to just watch what I eat, how much, and when I eat it, and see what happens. Not starving myself is the way to go...... I can still enjoy nachos, so I'm happy! I pass on the sweets now.

Spawn #2, Scotty-Too-Hotty, was busy writing this year for a local web site for our town, and he has now been told that when he is finished his co-op placement, the site manager/ owner will pay him as a freelance journalist if he wishes to submit articles. Just about peed myself on hearing this news..... 18 and getting paid to write is a pretty cool thing to a kid that wants to write for a living. Olny problem is, my well rounded, sensible child, seems to be suffering from a wee case of "I'm The Man" syndrome, and had best get his feet firmly planted on the ground before I kick them out from under him. He's been kinda grumbly lately, with a side order of pissy. so Momma is gonna stop that crap ASAP!

Spawn #1, ahhhhh Jay.....what can a mother say? The child is a going concern, and if it wasn't for his personality, being so similar to my own I should add, I would have kicked his ass years ago. But he is doing well now, and is coming home to finish school, work, and do things right this time. Can't wait to see Haggard and him butt heads, as Haggard forgets he's a man now, and Jay forgets his responsibilities....... should make for some fun times, with me stuck in the middle seeing everyone's side and two of the biggest egos this side of the US/ Canada border!

Spawn #3........ what's a Mother to say about only the sweetest child in the world? He had his best report card ever, high marks in french, and learning spanish now, he is in grade 7 and just turned 12 two days ago. Kids been hiding his brains, lest we should start expecting something from him, little darling, but still not ready to watch "Resident Evil 1" without crawling into my bed with tales of monsters or bad thoughts racing through his mind! Never mind that he can watch "Resident Evil 2" easily, go figure? Well if I expected my offspring to be any less weird than I am, I was just fooling myself.

All in all, my boys have my personality, more-so than their Father's, but they are little ego versions of the Hag-Man, and tend to be just as stubborn. With the exception of Scotty-Too-Hotty..... they are all little piggys too, leaving a trail of mess from the time the wake until the time they leave. Which means my work is never done! Which brings me to the 20 loads of laundry I must tackle today. It's like Sir Edmond Hillary climbing Mt. Everest! Hope everyone had a great Christmas and wish you all the best year ever this year!

And as Spawn #3 always says...."I'm outtie like Scott's bellybutton"!

~Peace~

Update....Yes it's true!

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 05:45:08 GMT

Things seem to be going well.........all I have to do is wait for that prada boot to drop......lol! Work is fucked up, but ski season is coming, so soon I won't have time to notice the mildly fucked up, because majorly fucked up is coming. If you're new here, sorry about the language, you might get used to it.

The oldest demon spawn should be returning home soon. His year of personal growth [aka party time], is over and we will be a 4 man 1 woman family once more. No matter how much they screw up, ya just want to hug them, slap them upside their fool heads, and love them to pieces....in that order. I hope he gets his life together now, and begins working towards a brilliant future!

Scotty-Too-Hotty is a rock star as usual. He has his work on the web site about our town, his volunteer work at a local public school with special needs kids, and he helped our local TV station film the Santa Claus Parade on the weekend. He doesn't seem to be slowing down any time soon, so I don't think about it too much. He wants what he wants, and I waited a long time to be able to sit back and just watch him bloom into this amazing young fellow....... so now it's my job to just watch from the sidelines, and cheer when the mood arises.... and it arises about 25 times a day!

Spawn #3 had a brilliant report card. He's working steady. He is entering that crutial time in his life, senior public school, and it's fun to watch him become a young man. I'm scared shitless, true, but hey.... I've done this twice before, so that makes me a pro, right?

The Hag-Man treats me very gently these days, and very kindly, but maybe it's more because as menopause comes closer, he's getting a case of the "grim creepers", and doesn't want to wake up some day with me hovering over him, rocking back and forth, chanting, with a dead chicken and a shrunken head.....lmao! The other day he was making chicken wings, and the smoke/heat detector is right in front of the oven [yes.... who DOES that?], and it kept going off. Finally the hormone raging lunatic in me reached up, punched it 3 times and ripped it off of the wall........ no. one. said. a. word. In fact, it got very quiet, and I could see the men in the house were all trying to make themselves smaller.

I'm thinking "holy shit you spineless bastards, what the fuck are you going to do when menopause hits hard?" Suck it up buttercups....... cuz you ain't seen nothing yet......... I can't take hormones, so I'm going through "THE CHANGE", all by my lonesome. I suggest they start looking for an old priest, and a young priest..............BAH HA HA HA HAH......... [head spinning as I type].

Peace All!

November Blog

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 16:56:40 GMT

My God..... I have been a terrible blogger.........I think I almost need a spanking...lol! I think when MSN changed spaces, it ruined it for me. I couldn't get onto my space, so I just gave up. Not to mention the aggitation level it created within me =) But really, I have nothing to report. I must have just about the dullest life on the face of the planet [big sigh]. Perhaps I should be happy that everything is running "status quo", but my "status quo" is kinda sucky.

Work is work. Christmas is coming, I volunteered to work this year, and what had started out as no one being at the hotel, is turning into a little bit more than that. Regardless, no one is seeing me until 1000 hrs. We did have a guy from our contract construction company fall off our roof..... he was quite broken, it was so obvious, never saw anything like it. I can't say it was "cool", because he was badly hurt, but it was frightfully educational. You'd have to know me to understand that I find disease and trauma interesting. I know, one weird chick, but when I given the choice in college, I chose to study "Abnormal Psycology", the weirder the better. Gotta love deviant behaviour.......lol! Let's face it, how does studying "normal" behaviours prepare us for life in the world? A body has to be able to spot a "crazy" from at least 20 paces.[BTW, construction guy lived, 2 broken legs and a shattered wrist, but he'll live.]

Jay continues to live out there on his own, he's ok, but I feed him whenever he lets me [the mother in me]. Scotty-Too-Hotty has written his first article for the web site he works on, for our town, but I cannot give the link out this time, as it contains information that freaky weird people can use to find him, like his last name, where he goes to school, stuff like that. Yes he's 18, but if you've ever been kidnapped, stalked, or had an obscene phone caller know everything about you [yes, I have had all of the afore-mentioned things bestowed upon me], you tend to be a little over-protective with your own children. So no addy on here this time, which kinda sucks because I'm just too damn proud of him. It was good, and the site manager called us to inform us he has been given another article assignment........... very cool for a kid who has been writing for years [first novel at 15, yup me is bragging], and wants to be a writer.

That darn Tornado Child is doing great in school, but he's soooooo small for grade 7. I try to remember he's a year ahead but when he brings home his friends and their twice his size? Sheeeesh!!!! He's developing his mamma's sense of humor too. Poor kid... lol! Basically, this kid is still an enigma to us. No one can quite figure him out. He's just the sweetest thing, but he's getting a bit lippy for his own good, little darling, and tends to be quite the slob. Good, he'll fit in with the rest of the men that live [or lived], in this house.

Haggard is Haggard, work, sleep, work, sleep, not much else there. I feed him every now in then so he doesn't up and die on me, but I don't see him much, unless I go upstairs and watch him sleep during the day. I don't remember it being this bad ever, and he's usually worked nights. Go figure.

Well enough of this for now, my Christmas tree is up, but I still have miles to go before I'm done decorating! I'm taking 4 days off, which may help me to feeling 100%. I had a bug trying to set up camp, but I shook it. I still need to take it easy as getting worn out will just give it steam to try again. And I don't have time to get sick.

~Peace All~

The Way It Is

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 06:23:44 GMT

Some people can seem to just piss you off on a fairly regular basis. Must be some kind of talent to be proud of. Just what do we do with these people? Awww wtf, I'm not going there today, I'll just give you all a break from my usual rants and rambles.

Hmmmm...... looks like if I'm not rambling on about something, I don't have anything to say. Oh I always have something to say, did you honestly think it would be THAT simple? MSN messenger is being a whore as usual. I cannot sign onto it. My computer did some f*cked up shit today and I found myself unable to get into the internet. Have you ever noticed how small the world gets as soon as you can't access it in it's entirty? The Hag-Man seems to have fixed my computer, but the Messenger thing has a life of it's own, and Hubby can't seem to control it, even AFTER I ordered him to FIX the problem!

My last two bike rides have left my knees feeling wretched! Sorry *moe* but the Goodies I had made them feel better. Goodies as in the candy, and I did read the package, and since I am watching my Cholesterol as per Dr's orders, and there is none present, I did not feel overly guilty for it. And to be quite honest, I have maybe 20 of those teenie tiny treats and I'm done anyway. I don't even know why I eat them, I despise black licorice, but there is just something about that candy shell...... lol, I digress.....

Anyhoo..... I can't sit here too much longer, my knees are starting to make their presence known, soon that replacement will happen, then a hip or two, a heart valve or three......... maybe a new cornea.........lol!!! Gotta go stretch the pins!

~Peace~

My Life..........

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 02:05:49 GMT

Well, don't I seem to be everyone's bitch lately? Cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, pickin' up this.... pickin' up that..... for frigs sake I could go on! I know, I'm not unique.... I'm just like every other working Mom out there, but sometimes it really irks the almighty piss out of me........

I'm falling behind in laundry, it is now taller than I am, hell it's taller than Jay, and he's well over 6 feet!! It's on my list of things to do but I friggin lost my damn list! No doubt it's under a pile of crap somewhere in this house :( I really have to light a match under my ass sometime soon, or the mess is going to bury us all!

I got a spa certificate for my B-Day from Jay's girlfriend, and I still haven't used it yet, everytime I think of it I just don't have the time, and I'm not so sure I remember how to take time out for me to do that type of thing. We have a new massage tech. at the resort, but he's beyond creepy, and I wouldn't want him to embalm me, let alone rub his hands all over me...... heh heh!

Funny story....... A while back I posted a link to www.mycollingwood.ca which is where Scotty-Too-Hotty is doing some work on the web site. So the woman he works with came to take his picture for the web site, and asks him, "who calls you "Scotty-To-Hotty" by the way"? She must have tracked me back to here. Poor kid...... like I'm not embarassing enough to him, now he has a person he works for coming here reading the drivel I write about our lives. I was beside myself with shock, not to mention how bad I felt for the kid. He's used to me, the rest of the world? Not so much :) Well I have posted the link again, feel free to go look at the site, what the hell now, the damage is done. As a rule the boy doesn't seem to mind the things I do, which is a good thing, because I can't seem to stop doing them anyway!

Haggard is still working nights......... but this time it's different, we don't seem to hook up at all. And cranky? Jeeze.... he's a big piss pot. Don't think I help matters, I found his button a long time ago, and tend to push it when I have nothing better to do. We had one little run in last week, he was telling me a story about his night when he got up, and I just couldn't bear hearing anything, anyone's voice, I don't think it had to do with him, I just got home from work and most likely had the life sucked out of me, I was thinking, as I was looking at his mouth flapping "please God, kill me now", and maybe it is the over 22 years we have been together or due to the fact I do not hide what I'm thinking very well, but he asked me if he should bother finishing, and I said something along the lines of "no, please don't, you're killing me.....", I think he was offended, I know he was pissed..... by the way he stomped out of the kitchen....... lmao, honestly I don't usually do that, but I can remember watching his lips move, but all I could hear was "blah blah blah blah blah".......... hee hee, I'm bad I know!

Other than that I'm getting on well with most people, I say most, there is always someone who pisses me off. I don't know why they keep doing it, anyone who knows me knows getting pissed off pisses me off. And being ignored pisses me off more. For God's sake I even wrote it into my profile, clearly being ignored is something that just gets to me, I am a "center of attention whore", must I keep saying it? One of these days I'll be able to ignore the ignorers, but the attention seeking drama whore in me is making it a little hard, so that is what I'm working on for the next little while.

Wish me luck.........

I have taken to dancing all over my house while I'm doing things these days, and I have been caught 'shakin' what my mama gave me' more than once. Haggard thinks I've quite lost my mind, but I, like fergie, am a lady but I'm dancing like a ho! I try not to dance in public, I am just too white, it's embarassing! Not that I care, but you find yourself all alone on the floor, people staring, open mouthed, some pointing, some laughing. Guess I should stick to my 'down home step dancing', which is getting harder and harder, and how often can one listen to 'Cotton Eye Joe'..... really?

Well I gotta book it now, if I sit here much longer my right hip seizes up. I know, I'm old.......... you don't have to tell me because my body says it everyday, and not in a nice, non painful way I can assure you. But thanks to *moe*, I have other talents now, and getting my ankles to my ears doesn't have to be one of them! Now let's see if *moe* remembers what I'm talking about...........lol!!!!! I am so much more popular now....:)

~Peace and All That Crap~

Lord.....give me strength!

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 04:02:33 GMT

I'd say I'm not one to complain..... but if you've spent any time here, you so know that isn't true! Putting all that aside, let me fill you in what's been up the last few days.... Friday I came home, and before I even made it into the front door after working all day, I managed to shatter the bone, in my fingertip, the middle one of my right hand. Somewhere between a truck and my front door, something went horribly, horribly WRONG!!! So with my new-found middle finger trauma, throw in losing the feeling in the tips of my index finger and my thumb as well as the middle one, and shattering the nails of my middle finger as well as my index finger..... and well..... here goes my three days off to a glorious beginning!!

It's much better, three days later, my middle finger has returned to a normal size, a small bruise all to be seen! The nerves must have been temporarily stunned as I can feel my finger tips for the most part, which makes the throbbing I can feel now oh so much better.........

Don't bother asking how.......... it's me, it happens, I don't really wish to get into it. I have fixed up my nails, no sign on whether or not I'm going to lose my fingernail yet. I figure all is good as long as I don't have to use it :) I'll still be able to flip people off if the need should arise, so it's all good!

Took my boss to the hospital, just got a call that they haven't even looked at her yet. Her symptoms sound familliar to me......... 6 hours sitting there, waiting, it is going to be a long night for her, I feel badly but not much I can do, just whatever she asks me to now. I see it as a good thing she moved right around the corner as if she needs something at least she knows I'm only 2 minutes away......

Work is stupid busy......... for management that is....... and our General Manager is most likely stepping out of that position into another. Too much stupid going on there at the moment to even touch on, but this company better get some stability into it soon, as it's killing those of us who actually give a damn to do our jobs properly. Evalulations came and went and as much as I am pleased we did well for our front line staff, it is too soon to tell if the three of us managers will get an increase or not, but at least out staff did, and I suppose that if it comes down to them getting their raises based on productivity and departmental performance and us getting our increases, I, for one, am happy we managed to get theirs. It is based on many factors how much money everyone gets, and if we hit our limit for our staff, so be it. I do truely believe I earned my increase, now I'll just have to wait and see if the powers that be think so too.

Well I do have to work tomorrow, so off I go to bed. Everyone had a real nasty virus last week, but I escaped it. I had some "feeling kind of rough" days, but never really became sick. So I want to get decent rest so I don't pick anything up.

~Peace~

A Great Day!

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 00:58:43 GMT

I had a wonderful, beautiful, special birthday! The people around me really made it special, and made me feel loved beyond words......the fact that you really mean something to anyone, let alone tons of people? Well, mere words cannot describe. Cards, notes, e-mails, e-cards, gifts, apple pies, pumpkin pies, blueberry cheesecake, cupcakes, and one huge decadent chocolate cake.

I behaved myself well [Moe if you're reading, I was a good girl], I had a wee sliver of the birthday cake, but I couldn't finish the icing, as I'm just not used to sweets anymore. But the gesture was so kind that I had to have just a wee piece.

One of the nicest gestures is to wish someone a happy birthday, even if it is your day off, or you are busy! I was humbled by the attention! And just when you really don't want a fuss about your day, people come along and fuss and it's ok, better than ok, it was really nice.

Well gonna fly and crash on the couch, everyone is sick, and James showed up last night to have his mom take care of him. No matter how old they get...... when they show up on your doorstep and say those 3 words.... "Mom, I'm sick", the years drop away and they're little all over again, and you doctor them up, take their tempatures, and tuck them into a warm comfy bed, and listen for them throughout the night. Jay may be out on his own, and a man at that, but being needed because he needed someone to make it all better was a warm and fuzzy moment. He went to his own home tonight. Feeling better physically, and I bet feeling better in his heart, because he knows his mom will always be there, to make it all ok. Lol..... I wonder if he realizes that he gave me the best birthday gift of all, he let me be his "Mommy" and fuss over him, and worry over him, and take care of him!!!! I have been the one to do the "fussing" all these years, and it was different for me to be the one "fussed" over!

Haggard did it again, he made sure I had a spectacular day and it was so sweet of him. Mother's day AND my birthday...... man is on a roll........

~Peace~

Not Just In The Movies!!!

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 00:13:21 GMT

I was off today, not off again until Sunday. So I have to squish everything into one day. Cleaned and made dinner, but inbetween I went out to do my laundry. So today's blog is about "Laundry Mat Adventures"!!!

So I get there and there are these two young girls in there doing their laundry. They have the aisles full of all their crap, baskets etc...... do they move them so I can get by? Nope.... of course not. They must own it I surmise, because no one could be that stupid, self-absorbed, or rude! I politely say "excuse me", and one of them moves their ignorant ass barely enough for me to struggle by, but I manage, and take up residence at the opposite end on the facility from them. Which was the plan to begin with, as I suspected they'd be an annoyance risk anyhow.

I start my laundry, and pop the lid on my juice settle in and start texting [if you read yesterdays blog you'd know this isn't a surprise as I am a texting addict]. So.... I have 4 people on the go texting my little fingers to the bone, and the rudeski twins gather up their things, their wandering child [who stood in front of me and just stared at me for the longest time], and took their leave. PERFECT!!!!!! I have the place to myself! I like it like that..... texting continues......

I did, however, take the time to tidy up the mess the two young "I am not all that but really believe I am all that" ladies [?], left behind..... I'm just funny like that. Not too long into that a younger man came in. I tell him the cost of a load [apparently he couldn't read the big stickers right over the coin slots, but just pass it off as he couldn't read], and try not to make eye contact as I'm not in the mood to engage in idle laundry mat banter.

Texting continues...............

The next thing I know I hear a zipper, look up, and see his pants hit the floor! "Damn"........ I see black tighty whities, and quickly look away. I wasn't going to check him out, anyone insane enough to get naked in a laundry mat is not someone you want to have catch you sneaking a peek!!!! I hear a zipper again, but give more time to be sure dude had pants on! He does, texting continues, I'm telling Haggard what's going on, he just laughs at me, doesn't give a thought to his poor wife of 21 years in a laundry mat, alone, with a crazy person!

Not that it was a stretch, but I make it even more obvious that I am completely absorbed with my texting! He asks how I'm doing, I say fine. Hardly looking up. No shirt even...... sheesh..... 18 minutes left until folding begins, it seems to take forever. At some point half naked dude bends down and gives me his version of a "plumber's crack", not chubby, but a hell of a lot of crack, I almost pee a little bit!!!!! This will be forever known as "Laundry Mat Freak Show".The fact that he has no underwear on [ever so obvious], validated my earlier actions of not looking in his direction for a long period of time after his pants hit the floor. Because he did, indeed, continue to remove his gitch!!!!

Texting discontinues, because by now I just wanted to get the hell out so speed folding was my only focus! I have never folded so fast in my life!!! I flew out of there and down the street so fast I left flames behind me!

Haggard thinks it was funny........ in some ways it is. By tomorrow it will be freaking hailarious, but right now, I just wanna find a new laundry mat! I don't want to do the laundry anymore. I work 8 hours. I cook, and clean, and now Haggards things are my things, so why can't he do something anymore? Hag-Man; if you read this, tell me why I'm doing more, you do almost nothing, and we are both working 8 hours??? You got home at 0715hrs and went to bed at 1400 hrs, Obviously you were not tired, why couldn't you do the laundry? Right at this exact moment in time, as this is being written, there is no one who sucks as much as Haggard does at this very second, and this second, and these 3, and those 5...............

~Peace~

I Wish I Could Skip My B-Day

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 02:56:25 GMT

I'd really like to skip my birthday, I can't think of a reason to put 42 candles on a cake and sing a happy little diddy about getting old...... sheesh..... I think I counted 42 wrinkles, but I stopped.... too depressing. How come some men can still be sexy even into their 50's. We are not gapping at our maws when a man looks good or sexy at that age, but if a woman does???!!!!! Stop the freaking presses, there's a damn story here, she must have a painting in the attic!

I had Jay [almost 20] when I was 22. Pretty young really, so I was a hip mommy. Now I am aparently a "cougar", and I must admit I only recently [2 years ago?], found out what that is. And not so sure it is a compliment :( So with my 42nd birthday approaching, I am less than rosy mood-wise, and a woman at work couldn't believe that I could have a son as old as Jay, and look sooooooo young. [A snap occured inside the grey matter]. I turned to her [NOT one of my most favorite co-workers, phoney flakes are low on the food chain as far as I am concerned], and asked her what it was she wanted. "Why"? she asked me. And I said "There must be some reason you insist on blowing sunshine up my ass". I think I ticked her off. Whatever, bad day. Surely my co-workers are adjusting to my temperment by now, it's been just over 2 years since I began working there.

So let's talk about texting...... I avoided getting another cell phone for about 6 years. I had one when I was commuting back and forth for school, just incase I had an emergency, [did you know that if you accidentally hit the 911 code, which is supposed to be virtually impossible, I managed to do it twice, that it is extremely difficult to convince the police that you are, indeed, ok, and that no, no one is standing there with a gun to your head making you say that?]. Now, I am a text addict. I do it in bed, on a bus, grocery shopping, in the BATHROOM [hee hee, it's true], while I am talking on the phone, watching tv, I even text someone not only in the same building, but in the same freaking room!!!!

Curious to know two things, the first is would I do it if I was in the middle of having sex? I'd like to think I wouldn't, and the second is do they have interventions for people that are addicted to it? I may be needing one :) I had to get the 2500 text messages package because the 500 a month I knew wasn't going to be enough. I can send over 50 text's a day. And that's when I am working!!!

I do know one thing though, I know that if I recieved a text message while having sex, I would certainly ask if it was ok to reply to it......... I wouldn't just go ahead and do it. For all the times I have been "looked past" so the hockey score could be seen, I certainly would not feel guilty pushing a few little buttons!

~Peace~

A Little Bit More....

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 15:14:05 GMT

Time for a little update on the goings on around this house. Haggard has started a new job, and works straight nights. This kind of put a little bit more responsibility on me around the house. For example, laundry. Hag-Man usually did the laundry. So I have taken on more of that, and the first time I did it alone..... I forgot to add the soap. No.... I'm not an idiot, don't go all thinking I am, I was just distracted, and it slipped my mind. Like I said, I don't usually do laundry, so I was a bit out of my comfort zone! My time is valuable, so it won't happen again :)

Jay is still working with me. He has himself a new GF, and I actually started out knowing this one first, and I love her to death. So it's good to have no pressure right out of the gate. She does, however, need to find her "inside" voice..... lol.... but it's part of her charm really, and I love her anyways, and just have to tell her "sush", and she will, for a little while. He needs 3 credits for his high school diploma, I don't know how long it is going to take now that he is out there on his own, but since it breaks my heart, I am not discussing it. I just hope he gets on it soon. He is a very smart "dumb" kid. It's just a waste of the smarts. But he's a fun guy and that's always nice :)

Scotty-Too-Hotty is upgrading this year for University English. He is also doing some co-op studies. He is currently helping with a web site, www.mycollingwood.ca so go there and support his efforts. It's a quaint town, you may like it :) Scotty-Too-Hotty continues to be a cool kid, I love him to pieces [as I do ALL my boys], but as a "differently-abled" young man, he has had a tough time achieving goals, and graduating highschool, never having to reqire being graded on a curve, and still doing exceptionally well, is quite an achievement. He is the "divine" lifeform I live with every day, he blows my mind at the things he can do, and I am proud. He looks at C.P. as the thing that pushes him forward, not a disease that holds him back! As he prepares for University, watch for some "meltdown" moments from his number one fan. I plan on being a basket case, and know I won't let anyone down on that.

Jase is 11. He is in grade 7 now, and he still seems like just a little guy. He is faithfully doing his homework and is really trying this year. He wants a cell phone. Eleven with a cell phone, sheesh...... but I may relent on this one, as he really is turning a new leaf and trying. So it's a good thing. I think it is ok as I am on a family plan, and he really likes the whole "text messaging" thing. So my minutes shouldn't get eaten up. I will not give him long distance, and a cheap text package is all he needs. He just cannot lose it, or I will have to put him up for adoption, so stay tuned, he's a cute kid, some reader may want him! [Ok kidding, but just trying to make a strong point here].

Enough updating, I have to do some chores, duty calls! I'll be back though, I am having a little bit easier of a time getting into my space now, so it isn't causing me as much trauma trying to blog.

~Peace~

It Must Be......

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 22:28:26 GMT

Yes I blogged, tis just the type of business I'm in that makes it difficult during the summer months to write anything. Not that I'm any less busy, it's just less crazy. Now it is a matter of administrative details, which is time consuming true, but less annoying than dealing with unpredictable guests, and unstable staff. What is it that just brings out the crazy in some souls? I, at the very least, try to keep my crazy to myself, and the voices in my head appreciate that about me. So I should be blogging a little bit more regular, sorry about your luck :)

Anywhoo........

It's official...... I'm turning 42 within the next week. And it feels as though the sexy has left me. I'm too old to turn heads anymore, but on the brighter side of that I can finally stop shaving because no one will care. Nor shall they notice.......

[ big ass SIGH!! ]

Peace anyway!

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Photo Album: Elvis Weekend

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 14:13:21 GMT

Elvis Weekend

getting ready

a lot of gel

Angela

Front Desk Elvis

Elvis sneaks up on F/D Manager

Shy Stephanie

April losens up

Resort Welcoming Commitee

They are pinching his bum!

Congrats on having the nerve

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