about ten years ago there was a young man who saw a girl cleaning a basement...he fell in love...for reals! serious! He walked out the door and told his mum, "I could marry a girl like that." and so he did. She being the energizer bunny, drove him to distraction at times...made his life crazy...but without him; she wouldn't know that she is accepted just as she is. When this young man became my brother I initially thought, he is really crazy about my sister, he has completely changed her sense of humor...I can say butt now...I guess he is alright.
as a bother he has never made me feel unwelcome...and that is a big feat...since I can actually make myself feel unwelcome alot of the time...I am like-well, I been hanging out with the same person for 2 hours, guess I better leave before I start annoying them and they get bored of me...for some reason, I feel like when I leave visiting him and my sis...it's always too soon...and I honestly feel like they feel that way too...actually Tris sometimes wants to clean so then i really need to clear out...but not Leigh...Leigh it's your birthday in September but since your on your lonesome this week i thought I would dedicate some space to you...let you know your the brother I never knew i always wanted...I luv it that I'm kinda like you too and we both have hang ups that Tris and mum are like, "You have issues! Why are you worrying about that????!!"
Third borns are the best...
I thought about posting a vid of me singing oops i did it again...but somehow I can see you not thinking that would be very funny if it was true...I however, the queen of overdoing an old joke, still find it HILARIOUS...
only a few more sleeps till you see your energizer bunny...and then you'll probably have to hang pictures, build dog houses, renovate your house, or some other small project with her, so you'd better get some rest:)
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
Me from the block
Sometimes when I walk home i see them, they are skin and bones, wearing tight clothes and fab shoes...I don't really talk with them, once I tried to be friendly as I walked by, smile and say hello, once i almost started running cause she looked angry with me, 'angry' is the only one who's made eye contect with me so far. We walk the same streets but somehow it feels like we live in two different dimensions of reality. Mostly they make me pray. I pray for Jesus. Maybe I'm weird, or just scared, maybe i don't get it, maybe I should pray for other things like them to break their drug habit, be freed from their pimps, have a decent meal, use condoms, maybe I should even start doing all this, get funding to empower these women...I should be more practical, and start with practical prayers...but no, I just pray that they will know that someone is there with them, in that place. I just pray that whoever they are, wherever they go, whatever they do, no matter how dark; they know God knows their name and can still find them.
Sunday, 24 July 2011
My job...
"Do you think i can wear this?" a customer asks.
Seriously?!! I really could care less, but minimum wage is calling, and so I stop, assess, and sell.
Then, there are the husbands who won't let their wives buy something without a parting shot, like, "Well, you'd better wear it if your going to get it." Not only was I mad he said that, after all they didn't come to the mall to not shop, but he killed the sale so 1/2 hour of work...gone, out the door...
Then there are the teenage girls who have no clue what looks good on them but...I need this cause all my friends have it, "okay...but do all your friends have DD cup size?" cause that look is for AAA's but out she walks with something that she will wear a T-shirt over all summer cause she had to get the style her friends do...
the know it all's who tell you exactly what they want and then buy the opposite...hehehehe take that!
when mother's and daughter's come in...such a good time until there is more than one daughter, as soon as there is a second daughter for some reason competition, jealousy, and general bad attitudes ruin the sale...
the women who haven't bought a suit in years...I luv them, they let you pick out anything and sometimes your both surprised at what they decide to purchase...but usually a fun time...
sorry friends (and sisters) but some of the worst sales are from stay at home mum's...not gonna lie...they are hard to please, treat you like crap...and don't usually buy much...sometimes it's super fun when they bring in all their kids-cause then you make the store into a gigantic hide and seek game, or get them to help you put all the clothes away using the rods...boys luv the rods...they think it's so cool to put things back on the highest shelf, but in general these women are always cold or just plane rude...
the really narcissistic women who try on the whole store and make you rate them in every single suit and then walk out without buying a thing...seriously!
the boyfriend who sits playing on his iPhone while the girl gets you to say your opinion...I don't get it...why me? he's the one who cares so just ask him...
the I-just-lost-20-pounds women, they are fun and even though they don't buy all the time, it's kinda fun cause they are so excited and that makes you excited and then it's like a pep rally in the store..."go team!"
pregnant women. nuf said. very cute, usually fun, hard sale.
the husband's who just come in and buy what there wife is going to wear...I am like, "We do have gift cards available..." He replies, "No, that's not special enough, I'll get her this."
"She'll love it." I smile...and when he's gone i laugh, and laugh and laugh...
my fav was this very "I'm-too-cool-for-school" sports chick who needed something to cover up her tattoo...school outing or something and so she would probably not wear it again but she needed it...I got her what she wanted and she was happy so at the till I couldn't help myself, "What's the tattoo of?" She looked so sheepish, "It's a lily." then she quickly added, "I know right; but it's actually really dope." I think I said something stupid like, "Lily's are great." She did not strike me as the lily type...she made me think of a line from my fav movie, you can't take it with you, "The die is cast, I am a lily,"
yup, lily's are very dope.
Seriously?!! I really could care less, but minimum wage is calling, and so I stop, assess, and sell.
Then, there are the husbands who won't let their wives buy something without a parting shot, like, "Well, you'd better wear it if your going to get it." Not only was I mad he said that, after all they didn't come to the mall to not shop, but he killed the sale so 1/2 hour of work...gone, out the door...
Then there are the teenage girls who have no clue what looks good on them but...I need this cause all my friends have it, "okay...but do all your friends have DD cup size?" cause that look is for AAA's but out she walks with something that she will wear a T-shirt over all summer cause she had to get the style her friends do...
the know it all's who tell you exactly what they want and then buy the opposite...hehehehe take that!
when mother's and daughter's come in...such a good time until there is more than one daughter, as soon as there is a second daughter for some reason competition, jealousy, and general bad attitudes ruin the sale...
the women who haven't bought a suit in years...I luv them, they let you pick out anything and sometimes your both surprised at what they decide to purchase...but usually a fun time...
sorry friends (and sisters) but some of the worst sales are from stay at home mum's...not gonna lie...they are hard to please, treat you like crap...and don't usually buy much...sometimes it's super fun when they bring in all their kids-cause then you make the store into a gigantic hide and seek game, or get them to help you put all the clothes away using the rods...boys luv the rods...they think it's so cool to put things back on the highest shelf, but in general these women are always cold or just plane rude...
the really narcissistic women who try on the whole store and make you rate them in every single suit and then walk out without buying a thing...seriously!
the boyfriend who sits playing on his iPhone while the girl gets you to say your opinion...I don't get it...why me? he's the one who cares so just ask him...
the I-just-lost-20-pounds women, they are fun and even though they don't buy all the time, it's kinda fun cause they are so excited and that makes you excited and then it's like a pep rally in the store..."go team!"
pregnant women. nuf said. very cute, usually fun, hard sale.
the husband's who just come in and buy what there wife is going to wear...I am like, "We do have gift cards available..." He replies, "No, that's not special enough, I'll get her this."
"She'll love it." I smile...and when he's gone i laugh, and laugh and laugh...
my fav was this very "I'm-too-cool-for-school" sports chick who needed something to cover up her tattoo...school outing or something and so she would probably not wear it again but she needed it...I got her what she wanted and she was happy so at the till I couldn't help myself, "What's the tattoo of?" She looked so sheepish, "It's a lily." then she quickly added, "I know right; but it's actually really dope." I think I said something stupid like, "Lily's are great." She did not strike me as the lily type...she made me think of a line from my fav movie, you can't take it with you, "The die is cast, I am a lily,"
yup, lily's are very dope.
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Phat Cats
There is a movie rental place a block away from my house. It's the landmark i used when I first moved here to remember where I lived. Me and my roomie would be driving, searching, ..."there's Phat Cats"..."ok,turn turn turn"!!! It's Phat Cats. Seriously, the best name ever...and then I started wondering about what it would take to become a member there...a 'Phat Cat' as it has always been a secret dream of mine. (only since I moved here did i realize this of course) So, the other day, I went in and asked. Now being that I live in the neighborhood that I do, I wasn't quite sure what membership would all require...I mean, how do you become a Phat CAT? The thought did occur that they might want me to leave a pound of flesh to ensure I bring the video back...this made the whole dream of becoming a Phat Cat even more desirable for some strange reason, turns out all they want is my phone bill...and no they are not offering to pay it, they just want to make sure they can track me down...those Phat Cats...I am making things happen, I am realizing this dream, it will come true, thats, Phat Cat to you:)
Saturday, 9 July 2011
Life as a Spaz
I observe my right as the sister who communicates the most frequently anyway to use my weekly email to the sis' as a communal blog...mostly, I'm lazy.
K so here goes...
Group project assignment for class studying the Metis of Canada...I know almost nothing about the Metis of Canada and am part of one of the first groups to present...wait a minute I do know about the Metis of Canada, there was Peirce Brosnan in a movie playing a Metis-I think somebody called Louis Riel...I know I watched the movie-but all I can remember is Peirce Brosnan.
Anyway, we met to discuss what we knew about the Metis, me and my group, I had very little to add to this discussion; it was decided just to read our section straight from the book, nothing fancy just straight up, no frills, just information; learning the old fashioned way...then, then, we went to class and some ubber keeners brought in Metis art, clothing, fur hats, and a plethora of all things show and tell along with a PowerPoint presentation for their schpeel...I threw up alittle in my mouth. As we were passing around the fur hats of 'metis artwork and design', my friend pointed out the 'made in China label' on the inside, insert evil chuckles from myself and my friend. We felt perfectly justified in this moment of evil joy at the expense of the presenting group. They were going to get an A plus so I am sure they didn't care that much what we thought. After class we got time with our individual presentation groups and strategized about what to do now...
"They had PowerPoint guys, what are we going to do?" "POWERPOINT!" this is what I sounded like to my group...I think they thought I was whining, in fact I was just scared.
Alot of other groups pulled together a PowerPoint presentation for the next day's class; we (my group) weren't quite techno savvy enough for that, but we did manage to find a map. So we decided to project our little map on the screen and then read off our notes, occasionally pausing to mention, "and you can see that on the map, here." We felt quite interactive as we added, the map.
Anyway between class one and class two, I had to come home. The dishes needed doing, I was frustrated with class, so I just threw them all in the dishwasher, not really caring about rinsing them first...and then the dishwasher broke...it didn't finish the cycle...I start freaking out, I think the sum of my thoughts during this time degenerated alittle due to all these traumatic events, "I just broke the dishwasher! PowerPoint! I broke it! PowerPoint! I am so horrible for breaking the dishwasher! PowerPoint! I can't believe this, how could this happen? How could they do PowerPoint!"
I had to email my landlords who are off saving the world that I had broken their dishwasher, and my email was a bit frantic...i don't think I mentioned PowerPoint's though, at least I hope I didn't.
By the next day, or presentation day, I was doing much better, sort of. I was so frazzled I forgot my notes and had to walk back to the house, which made me miss my bus connection, no problem, just took 3 other buses before I got to the university, running late. My group practised our presentation, with the map. And then we were the first group on when class started, we were so nervous we read through our notes at lightning speed and didn't meet the time requirement for presenting. As if my group was of one mind they all pointed to the map "Look at this map." "What a great map." trying to eek out a few more minutes with that map...I unfortunately was of no help. I was mentally frozen, I just stood there, looking at the timer we had set thinking, "PowerPoint! We should have done a PowerPoint!"
K so here goes...
Group project assignment for class studying the Metis of Canada...I know almost nothing about the Metis of Canada and am part of one of the first groups to present...wait a minute I do know about the Metis of Canada, there was Peirce Brosnan in a movie playing a Metis-I think somebody called Louis Riel...I know I watched the movie-but all I can remember is Peirce Brosnan.
Anyway, we met to discuss what we knew about the Metis, me and my group, I had very little to add to this discussion; it was decided just to read our section straight from the book, nothing fancy just straight up, no frills, just information; learning the old fashioned way...then, then, we went to class and some ubber keeners brought in Metis art, clothing, fur hats, and a plethora of all things show and tell along with a PowerPoint presentation for their schpeel...I threw up alittle in my mouth. As we were passing around the fur hats of 'metis artwork and design', my friend pointed out the 'made in China label' on the inside, insert evil chuckles from myself and my friend. We felt perfectly justified in this moment of evil joy at the expense of the presenting group. They were going to get an A plus so I am sure they didn't care that much what we thought. After class we got time with our individual presentation groups and strategized about what to do now...
"They had PowerPoint guys, what are we going to do?" "POWERPOINT!" this is what I sounded like to my group...I think they thought I was whining, in fact I was just scared.
Alot of other groups pulled together a PowerPoint presentation for the next day's class; we (my group) weren't quite techno savvy enough for that, but we did manage to find a map. So we decided to project our little map on the screen and then read off our notes, occasionally pausing to mention, "and you can see that on the map, here." We felt quite interactive as we added, the map.
Anyway between class one and class two, I had to come home. The dishes needed doing, I was frustrated with class, so I just threw them all in the dishwasher, not really caring about rinsing them first...and then the dishwasher broke...it didn't finish the cycle...I start freaking out, I think the sum of my thoughts during this time degenerated alittle due to all these traumatic events, "I just broke the dishwasher! PowerPoint! I broke it! PowerPoint! I am so horrible for breaking the dishwasher! PowerPoint! I can't believe this, how could this happen? How could they do PowerPoint!"
I had to email my landlords who are off saving the world that I had broken their dishwasher, and my email was a bit frantic...i don't think I mentioned PowerPoint's though, at least I hope I didn't.
By the next day, or presentation day, I was doing much better, sort of. I was so frazzled I forgot my notes and had to walk back to the house, which made me miss my bus connection, no problem, just took 3 other buses before I got to the university, running late. My group practised our presentation, with the map. And then we were the first group on when class started, we were so nervous we read through our notes at lightning speed and didn't meet the time requirement for presenting. As if my group was of one mind they all pointed to the map "Look at this map." "What a great map." trying to eek out a few more minutes with that map...I unfortunately was of no help. I was mentally frozen, I just stood there, looking at the timer we had set thinking, "PowerPoint! We should have done a PowerPoint!"
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Just in case
Just in case anyone has 5,000 dollars to throw around....for a good cause of course...I just found out the place in Africa where i volunteered is dropping down to 10 volunteers for the month of august and september...this is kinda really an emergancy....SOOOOOOOOOOOOO
pick me.
send me
as my nephew Kor would say, "I'm ready."
no seriously, if someone needs to get their tax charities in or simply hasn't had a chance to get rid of excess cash that has been rolling around in their bank account...u know the usj...let me know...
cause minus 5000 it takes to get there and take care of myself for 4 weeks over there...I am ready.
pick me.
send me
as my nephew Kor would say, "I'm ready."
no seriously, if someone needs to get their tax charities in or simply hasn't had a chance to get rid of excess cash that has been rolling around in their bank account...u know the usj...let me know...
cause minus 5000 it takes to get there and take care of myself for 4 weeks over there...I am ready.
Sunday, 3 July 2011
update
T was discharged home. Hurray!!!! He still has a rough go ahead but it's so nice for his fam not to have to say good-bye to him.
I have my grandpa singing to me on CD, kinda funny cause my roomie can understand what he's singing but i don't do german. But it's nice to hear his voice.
I have a story about Canada Post. They delived a package to my door. It said merry christmas on the card. It had a Timmies card with it too. It had a photo album as well. Inside the photo album there were pictures. Pictures of my grandma. I immediately really really liked that album. A new favorite. I couldn't let go of the album so I took it on a trip, it road the bus with me to work. During work I took breaks to open up the album and look at the pictures. Then I took the album to it's new home, back to my house, where all my roomies were introduced to it as well. We all bonded, now the album feels very at home here. It sleeps with me in my room. If you come visit I might show you the album cause i luv it so much. The End
Thanks Ry, Audra and kids...best christmas in June EVER!
I have my grandpa singing to me on CD, kinda funny cause my roomie can understand what he's singing but i don't do german. But it's nice to hear his voice.
I have a story about Canada Post. They delived a package to my door. It said merry christmas on the card. It had a Timmies card with it too. It had a photo album as well. Inside the photo album there were pictures. Pictures of my grandma. I immediately really really liked that album. A new favorite. I couldn't let go of the album so I took it on a trip, it road the bus with me to work. During work I took breaks to open up the album and look at the pictures. Then I took the album to it's new home, back to my house, where all my roomies were introduced to it as well. We all bonded, now the album feels very at home here. It sleeps with me in my room. If you come visit I might show you the album cause i luv it so much. The End
Thanks Ry, Audra and kids...best christmas in June EVER!
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