Holly crap it’s been quite some time since I last updated...

Since then much has been going on. My mum left on friday. She’s gone to England, and then to Italy with my sister on a vacation. I’m so happy for her. For as long as I can remember, she’s always wanted to go to Italy. And now she’s there.

SO I stayed home on friday to spend some time with her and help her pack and send her off.. I miss her but it’s kind of fun having the house to myself. I like the responsibility...well I like it until something goes wrong or there’s a spider...which it hasn’t-don’t panic.

And well the week end kind of flew by....But lucky for me, I have this entire week off and unlike my last vacation in february, I’m feeling good. I thought I was getting sick and had been last week but it seems I’ve either scared it off or it’s holding off for a while more.

I went into town to day to meet my friend David for lunch. David used to work at MAC and now works at BeneFit. I may be getting a job there. I’m not going to say anything else so I don’t jinx myself...But for my sake, keep your fingers crossed.

Oh, yesterday when I was walking puppy I witnessed THE saddest thing I thin I’ve ever seen. Some whako was driving like a moron and hit a little puppy! And then he just kept on going!! Luckily the guy in the car after him stopped and tried to help. I felt so sad for the little doggies who was just minding his business not knowing any better. I wanted to help out but since I had puppy with me, there wasn’t much I could do. No one really knew what to do. The dog didn’t have a collar or tags. He was hurt really bad and was crying which made my puppy cry and then I got teary... So the man picked up the little dog and put him in his car and planned to take it to the SPCA or the vet....The only thing I could do was give him the plastic bag I had so the dog wouldn’t bleed over his car. I felt so awful. I still do, I was thinking about it all day yesterday. Hope he made it okay. Hope the owners know.

blah,stayed home from work today.

I tried to get up for work, my alarm went off at 4h50 and when I got up to turn it off my head felt like it had been beaten by a baseball bat! It hhurt so much that my right eye closed. ouch. I'm guessing it was a migrane.

SO I called in sick. Thankfully my head is good now, just a very dull ache that a goodnight sleep will most likely get rid of.

Spent to day in bed, watched some tv. Wehn the headache wore off I cleaned my very messy room up, did the laundry I should have done days ago.....and not much else.

Last night the new season of Smallville started. I'll admit tthat i watches a little of it, but becasue I promissed not to watch, I did my very best. I taped it of course and will watch iot this weekend. I watched the Osbourne's instead. It's really quite funny. Althught I really cannot understand a thing Ozzy says...I don;t think anyone besides his family can either.

Ok, it's dinner time, and then soon after, bed time.

I realise that this entry is real lame, but since I didn't do anything, there isn't anythiugn to write about..right?

Alright, where was I?

After getting off the flight, we drove about an hour until we reached Ayr. THE most ghetto town I’ve ever seen I think. To prove just how ghetto it is I just spent like the minutes trying to google search something on it so I could five you a link to it and nada, nothing..zip.

Anyways so we get to the bed and breakfast place and the woman/freak who is in charge if it is waiting for us and greets us and stuff. Then she gives us this huge elaborate tour of where we will be staying. The place where my mum, brother and I stayed was huge! It was the “executive sweet” and I was really a house/. It had two floors a full functioning kitchen, bathroom with shower, washer dryer, and then upstairs it had a big living room with a huge tv WITH satellite, a big board table t have meeting, three desks and then the bedroom had a king size bed and a pull out sofa bed. Seemed a little excessive to have all that stuff tin a guest house no? I can’t imagine people going all the way out there to have a meeting. It’s at least and hours drive from anywhere significant...

Anyways..Chris and Isabelle stayed in what they think was the owners room. It was called the “cow” room and you can guess what kind of decor they had...talk about cheesy! Anyways their room was filled with her stuff including, get this, a portrait of her, framed above the bed...how creepy?

Oy! So we went off to bed and them it started to pour and the rain was so loud in our room! It was almost like it was raining on my head... But that wasn’t the worst part. Then came the trains. Freight trains. And how nice that the tracks ran right behind the bed and breakfast..Strange that they didn’t mention that in the brochure.... Anyways these freight trains passed like a hundred times in the night and every time they did it shook the entire place and as if that wasn’t bad enough, the train guy thought it was necessary to honk the horn all night too. So it went;

“FFFRRRRAAAAAANNNNNN! FFFRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAN! CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA FFFFFRAAAAAAAAN! Shake shake shake” all night long.
Fun, I think not.

So that brings us to friday. The day of my Grandmother’s funeral. I’m not going to say much about it because I think that it’s best left fro me and my family but I will say that it was a lovely ceremony.

Then, that evening we went out for dinner at a local steak house. It was my mother, her sister and husband, my cousin, and us. I sat next to my cousin who I had not seen i ages and we had a great time catching up and chatting. She really fun and I think i really need to keep better touch with my family...

And then we went back the the B&B to be with that crazy lady.... She really creeped me out...we were joking around and making up all sorts of scenarios about her. That she was a witch or a cult leader..just being silly I guess.

We watches as much satellite tv as we could cram in and them left early the next day.

The drive went well. I had taken a Gravol in the morning to avoid any potential car sickness but didn’t really need it and ended up falling into the Gravol coma. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes and my body felt heavy as lead... I felt wonky for about three hours after taking it.... I don’t know what is in that stuff but whatever it is, it’s potent!

The drive took about 5 hours, we stopped two or three times, but them we drove Chris and Isabelle home, got our car from there and then drover my mum’s friend who came with us home and then drove Lucas home and then we went directly to get puppy from the kennel. So even though we got o the Montreal area at like five, we only got home at eight or some because of all the dropping of and driving round! I was so happy to get in and even more happy to have puppy back. She gave us the cold shoulder for a few days, understandable, but now she’s back to herself....

And that was my week-end...Very action packed but I did so many things that I didn’t usually do.
Go me go!

And now I'm back at worka nd I think I'm comming down with a cold. Which would totally suck since I have some time off next week adn I really don't want to be sick while on vacation!!! SO I may take tomorrow off to rest and try and get rid of this bug before it gets to me...Hopefully rest and a dose of vitamin C wil do the trick....

Back home at last.

Here I am back in the comforts of my own home and happy to be here, not that it wasn’t an adventure or fun, but home is definitely where I like to be.

I call this “ My incredible Journey” PART I

SO let me start off with thursday.. Thursday I left very early with my mum to go bring Puppy to the kennel. It was awful, not the kennel, the kennel was really nice and so were the people who owned it, the terrible things was leaving puppy there. It just about broke my heart. We put her in her cage and when she saw that we were leaving without her, she cried and cried and looked so sad.... We had brought her bed, her blankets, two of her toys, her bowls and a sock of mine. SO when we were about to leave when I looked back at her she had the sock in her mouth, tail between her legs, and she cried and cried. Man that was tough! But it was only for two nights and I just hoped that she would forgive us!

We got home and I helped my mum and my brother get ready for their drive, they left at about ten thirty. My train for downtown was leaving at one so I still had some time to relax, well to try and relax. So downtown I went and when I got there I went to get my birth certificate and was surprised to see that it was just a flimsy piece of paper. I thought that they at least plastified them so it would be more durable but I guess I was wrong! So I picked that up and since there was no line ups there I was waaayy ahead of schedule. Now I was off to the bus station to go to the airport. Bought my ticket and waited for the bus. I have to say I was more nervous about the bus ride that the plane. I was afraid of getting bus sick and barfing all over the place and embarrassing myself, but it went really well. It was one of those voyager busses so it was real comfy. The ride took about a half forty minutes cause there was major traffic but I eventually made it. Then, there I was...at the airport. Okay now I was scared!

So I took a deep breath and walked in. Now I had to get my boarding pass and after asking about five people what to do, I waited in line got my pass, paid my airport tax and waited for Isabelle to get there. She got there right on time and we got her pass and paid her tax and away we went, through security, isabelle beeped, I thankfully didn’t. And no now we went to go check out the vip lounge, cause after all we were flying first class and we are vip right? Unfortunately, Isabelle neglected to inform me that there were playstation available in the lounge....We had a bite to eat and then waited to board the plane.No I was shaking in my boots! Isabelle said oh there’s our plane do you wan to go look, but when I went up to the window all I saw was a little airplane with propellers...She was quick to correct me and said that the plane next to it was actually ours...And I was relieved to see that it was a big plane...

Boarding time. Freak out time. You know that episode of the Simpson’s when Marge tries to fly and she was running up and down the aisles screaming? Well that’s how i felt. We were seated, I had the window seat. Then we started to move and nw I was really freaked out. Now take off.
Holly Crap.
It felt like my bowels were in my toes. It was the strangest sensation ever. I felt like the day after a major drinkfest. Slightly nauseous, very dizzy and cloudy. Isabelle was as really good a t keeping me calm and relaxed as much as possible. When we got up to our cruising altitude we got our hot towels and then we were served dinner, a cold beef plate with salad and chocolates.. I had a few bites of salad and the desert... Isabelle and I had a good time expressing how luxurious and comfy things were in first class. Our seats were the last ones before the “other” class of seats so we had a little fun rubbing it in.

So far it was okay, then the turbulence Not so good. There was too much of it for my liking. Then the turning, definitely not a good thing, I thought I was going to lose my lunch but I made it through that. And them it was almost landing time. He flight was short, under an hour. Landing proved to me more frightening than taking off.

I’m glad I did it, but I’m still quite afraid of flying, but at least I know what to expect and it is do-able for me. However, I don;t know if I’ll be able to fly in anything other than first class. Now that I’ve had a taste of it, I don’t know if I can settle for less.

It was good, Isabelle was really fun to go with. I had a really great time with her. She da bomb!

Okay part two tomorrow cause right now I’m still really tired form the driving and I have a ton of laundry to do.

Busy busy busy....fun...fun...fun. That about sums up my day.

There was some work to do, not too much, but not too little, just nought to keep me going all day without constantly looking at my watch.

Both Marc and Spiro were there today making Anita’s absence less painful. We joked around all day, we still worked but just had more fun doing it. Spiro and I went out to eat at Wendy’s (again....I went yesterday with Marc) I’m not going for a while though. It was good and all, I just don’t want to get all fat...not when I’m doing so well losing some of the extra poundage. And then after work I tried on some clothing hoping to find something, but no luck. I tried on these nice brown corduroy pants, and oh my God, it was awful: they went all the up to my bellybutton and about two inches too short in my leg...and I tried on some shirts that were also a no go..so no new clothes for me, at least not from the Gap. I saw TONS of nice clothes at Style Exchange though. I went there after work with Spiro (he drove me almost all the way hoem, what a sweetie!). We went to this big one somewhere near parc.... It was huge and filled with beautiful expensive clothing. If only I could afford them. It’s no event hat they are well made durable clothes, it’s all about the name. Diesel, Miss Sixty, Guess, DKNY....I love their stuff but man oh man it’ll cost you and arm and a leg for a simple t-shirt.

Just confirmed a meeting point with Isabelle for us to meet at tomorrow. I’m anxious in a good way. Just want to have my ticket...un hum. Pardon me, my FIRST class ticket in my hands and be boarding the plane.

Let me tell you I never thought I’d be taking a plane.ever. If, WHEN I get thought this, I can do most anything I want....Kind of feels inpowering.

Okay, got to go and pack up my things. And then try and get some sleep although I suspect that may me difficult.

Love to you all.

I’m not complaining, but man was today busy!

I was pretty much running around all day doing everything! I was so busy infact, that I only got around to lunch at two o’clock! At which point I was able to go eat with Marc, my manager. He’s so funny and we always have such a laugh when we are together....I know we will have fun in NY.

Let’s see besides being busy at work, not much else happened. Came home, did some computing, played a little “snake byte” and just relaxed. I’m really tired, I have that feeling that when all this stress is over, I’m going to get sick, and that the only thing keeping me from getting the clod that is going around is all the adrenalin that’s going through my system.

Tomorrow is going to be another busy day so I think I’m going to go to bed now and hope that I can fall asleep before midnight. Last night puppy slept in my bed , at the end of it. Yeah it was cute but sleeping with your knees under your chin isn’t . I woke up several time because she was all squirmy and when she final;y did leave at like five, my body was all crunched up and I was frozen cold because she also took all the covers...Oh that dog...but she’s so darn cute so how can I resist?

Had insane dreams last night, a little too nuts for me, kinda freaked me out. At one point I was looking for puppy in the backyard and I saw this monster thing. It looked like Sylvie’s cat Funny Face, who is huge! SO it was like a dog sized cat monster with these big glowing eyes and it was digging and scratching at the door to get in and I know that if it got in that it would hurt me and everyone else so I had to keep it out then puppy got out and I was scared for her to get hurt but the thing ran away but it made puppy go nuts and she was digging up the yard and the garden and running in circles and my mum said that we couldn’t keep her anymore cause she would turn in to a monster too and blah blah..... There’s lots more to the dream but that part really freaked me out...

The when I did finally wake up, I was stumbling up the dark stairs and when I turned on the lights, puppy was just staring at me and I got really scared that she would like lunge at my jugular. Creepy!


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And so now it’s past my bedtime. So goodnight all.

Oh my goodness, I cannot believe how boring today was.

There wasn’t a darn thing to do. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Niet. I was pretty much done what I had to do by ten thirty this morning. SO that left only like five hours left of my shift. Five entire hours to fill. Luckily we have an hour lunch, but after lunch we still had three hours to fill. And when there isn’t anything to do, three hours is a long time. SO basically we just avoided managers and looked busy as much as possible. It worked, but man was it boring. I REALLY don’t know what we are going to do tomorrow. I just hope something comes up so that I can keep my mind off flying on thursday.

Oh yeah all that stuff I said yesterday about not being afraid, forget it. Well not really, it comes in waves. Sometimes the wave is excitement and other times its nervousness. But I know I’m only nervous anticipating things. Once there and up in the air I know I’ll be fin, it’s the getting there that freaks me out.

Anita had brought pictures from when she was on vacation adn9in one of them she is on the top of a very high mountain and you can see in the distance little houses and street and I was imagining that that’s what I was going to see when I’m up in the plane and that made me a little nervous.

For the past two nights I’ve been having trouble sleeping and when I do I dream about missing the flight of not being able to find Isabelle or taking the wrong plane...you know the usual anxious dreams.

I brought in my application to get my pocket sized birth certificate. I thought I was going to be waiting for ever because the number I got was like 374 and when I looked up to see what number they were at, the counter read: 330. So I thought to myself, should have brought a book. But to my joy and surprise, it only took an half hour. And it’ll be ready by this thursday, how’s that for service? SO now with my birth certificate I can my passport, and with my passport I can go to NY!

And when I got home today there was a letter for me from MAC. My heart seriously stopped and I paused before I opened it. I don;t know what I was expecting it to be but it was the letter that was supposed to come with the make-up I had gotten from them. I t w said thank you for your thoughtful letter to us blah blah....we value our customers...yadda yadda. It was really nice. Oh MAC why wont you just HIRE ME ALREADY!!!! I guess when it’s my time, they’ll call.

And that brings s to now I guess. Dinner should be soon so I’d better go lend a hand in the cuisine. And I plan on maxin’ and relaxin’ for the rest of the evening!

Just had the nicest weekend. Well the nicest Saturday anyways.
(*I actually had pre-written a birthday ode to my brothers but it somehow got lost or I neglected to save it so I’m gonna have to start over)

As I’ve mentioned before, it was both of my brother’s birthdays this month. Lucas’ (left) was on the third and Chris’ (right) on the eleventh.

And so we all go together to celebrate yesterday. I love it when we all get together.

I had gone into town to finish up some shopping and met up with Lucas and we took the train home together. When we got here we got right down to business. We fired up the Playstation and played until Chris and Isabelle got there.

When they got there the party really started. Well it wasn’t so much a party as it was a really fun family gathering. Most of the time the boys were talking computer and I didn’t really understand it..but I’m used to it and used to looking as if I do understand....

The best part about birthday here...the birthday food. I’m still full from yesterday..I think I ate enough to last me the entire week! Anyways my mum made pirogies and kluskies and pork tenderloin..(exnay on the enderloinay for me) and it was all sooo delicious. There aint nothin’ like moma’s cookin’! And then there was desert. The bonus of celebrating two birthdays at once: two cakes. Lucas had requested n angel cake and Chris, naturally had a chocolate cake....both yummy...almost too yummy.

After dinner we gave out our gifts and after that we, well at least me, were all very full, borderline too full and as a result I got very sleepy. But not too sleepy to kick Chris’ but on NASCAR racing.

Then Chris and Isabelle went home and Lucas hung around for a little while more and we watched Monsters Inc.. A very cute movie, I was so tired at that point that I don;t think I could have handled anything that required much thought.

Then Lucas left and I watched a little TV with my mum and we both passed out cold watching Trading Spaces. I woke up like two hours later with the worst kink in my neck and dragged myself off to bed. I was completely exhausted and slept in until like noon today. Well I didn’t;t actually sleep that long, I woke up at about seven to the sounds of nature calling. Then I was woken up by puppy who insisted on taking all the room at the end of my bed leaving me to sleep with my knees under my chin.

I really lucky to have such wonderful brothers. They are just the best. They are so loving and caring and generous. I love that Lucas and I are so close in age, he’s only like a year older than me so we hang out a lot and have the same interest and go to shows together.....Some people think that’s it’s weird that we hang out, because some people are embarrassed or don’t get along with their siblings. I’m lucky I guess. Chris is awesome. I love that he’s a geek. We have some much fun in the computer labs and playing games and going go-karting. He’s taught me so much without even knowing it! I’m so lucky to have them. Brothers rock!

SO all in all it was a great week end, I just got back from having coffee with Sylvie. It was alright until I was mentioning that I was getting my passport done. She was so weird about it. She was all like “why bother, where are YOU going?”. I felt like saying just because I’m not going anywhere with you doesn’t mean I can’t go anywhere. I didn’t even want to mention my plans to go to NY. Didn’t feel like getting into a conversation about why I don’t go see her in Switzerland. But hello! Switzerland and NY aren’t quite the same distance away. And anyways, how come she gets to go away on a holiday for her alone and I can’t? I know I’m not really going alone but I’m going for me. This is what I feel like doing so leave me alone! AHHHHH, I thought things were going good with her but now I don’t know. She’s different. Or maybe I am. Either way..whatever. I’m happy, so that’s what counts right? I’m trying to let go of all these silly fears I have and just live and it makes me happy so there!

I had crazy dreams last night. Mostly about flying this thursday. I dreamt that I was at the airport waiting and was really early but still managed to miss my flight. And it was all complicated and I was nervous and rushing around. I know that isn’t going to happen because I like being early for things like this. I like being REALLY early. I actually looking forward to it, its’ going to be fun. It was silly of me to be scared. I don’t know what it was, I mean I do know why, I guess it’s just taken me this long to get over it. I’m talking like this now, we’ll see how I talking on wednesday night.....

Didn’t update last night, was too busy shopping and only got home around eleven-ish, too late to start the computer thing.......

Went shopping around with Spiro and Gen (both friends from work). We had a really fun time, didn’t find anything which was a real bummer, but what can you do right?

So i’ve decided to take part in the friday five. It seems like fun, so I’ll try it out.


1. What was/is your favourite subject in school? Why?

School seems like such a long time ago... And for some reason when I saw the question, I though automatically of high school... In high school, my favourite subject was math. I was no wiz at it, but I really loved it. I just found it fascinating, too bad liking math wasn’t the cool thing to be doing... But I guess my favourite class out of all my schooling would be my Drawing from observation class in cejep. It was the best. I had it twice a week for three hours. Three hours of doing what i loved to do,I miss it and sometimes think of taking a drawing class....


2. Who was your favourite teacher? Why?

My math teach Mr.Bent was awesome. Very smart, very enthusiastic about mathematics. My drawing class teacher, Darren Milington, was incredible. Before I took his class, i could draw, but nothing like I could after his class. He taught me so much! He taught me how to see things in a different light and as soon as that clicked, my drawings got better and better and because he was so passionate about art, he made YOU passionate about it.


3. What is your favourite memory of school?

Oh geez, I don’t know. I guess the happiest school time for me was in like grade one-two, when school wasn’t all about having to know everything and all you though about was recess. School was a really rough time for me, it was never easy. High school was ok, but who didn’t suffer a little in that time? Cejep...I guess it was fun drawing and painting. Actually I guess my second semester at Dawson was the best. I was really enjoying my classes (the ones I was going to) and I was having fun designing rooms and houses....Oh and when I got into fine arts, that was a real happy moment for me. We had to pass an interview and show our portfolios to the head of the fine arts department and had to do a drawing test and I remember getting ta call that even though there was no more room, the really wanted me to be there and believed that I had what it took to be in the fine arts program, I cried and cried because I was s happy!


4. What was your favourite recess game?

I used to like the swings. I loved the feeling of when you got way up high that maybe if you let go, you could fly. And I guess just running around, I used to like to run, play tag and stuff like that. Tetter-totter;s too I liked, but not when the other kid gave bumps..”Ballon Poire” was fun too..oh and jump rope..I remember this one time at recess I wanted to go play on the “toupie”. It’s like a big top and there are seats all around and you run around and then jump on and it spins and goes up and down. Anyways I wanted to play on it and it was only for bigger older kids but I though I could go so I ran around with them and when it was time to jump on it was going around too fast and I couldn’t get on and ended up being dragged around and around and the force of it pulled my skirt and underpants off.....then I peed in my , well, my pants were no longer there so I guess I just peed...How embarrassing! At least I was really young so it’s not like I was 13 or anything, but embarrassing just the same! Why I just told you that, I don’t really know but I was laughing pretty hard when i wrote it...


5. What did you hate most about school?

The mean kids. Even tough I was one of them I hated being picked on in high School. Feeling alone in that time in a persons life is ruff. I was never really popular, but not un-popular either, more in the middle. But I guess when i look back It was alright. I don’t know if I think that because I’m more mature now or what, but it’s behind me now. I also hated gym. And the gym teach Mrs.Kralik. What a bitch. I remember she failed my fried Shoshanna (who was overweight) because when we were doing gymnastics, she couldn’t do a cartwheel. And it you couldn’t do a handstand you failed too. Or do a cartwheel on the balance bean, you failed. Basically if you couldn’t do what she asked you to, you failed! And when I told her it wasn’t fair, I failed.

September 11.

It’s pretty hard to write about anything else today, even thought there are happier things to talk about.

On just about every tv and radio channel, there a re memorials, tributes, prayers, speeches, silence, you name it.

It’s such a touchy subject. I can remember everything, or just about everything about last year. I was a t work and a manager was visiting our store and came in and said that a plane had git the World Trade Tower. I felt funny. I thought what a terrible accident. I thought it was an accident until I hear that another plane had hit the other Tower. Then another crashed down, one hit the Pentagon...These were not accidents at all. And that’s when I felt scared. Even thought the attacks were miles away, what was stoping them from happening here? At this point nobody had an idea of what was going on. We just kind of went on our day at work, feeling strange. I went to a doctors appointment, came back to work and just felt awful. Anita and I went outside, I remember crying an not really being able to believe what was going on. It was hard to imaging the severity of it. You had to see it. And at this early point there were lots of stories going on because no one really know what exactly was going on. I think we left early, and when I came home I put the tv on right away, I needed to see what was happening. But when I did, the only thing I could to was watch with my mouth hanging open and say “Oh my God”. Now it was real. This wasn't another exaggerated story, this actually was happening.

Watching it on tv made it all real, but much to real. I had never thought about war in my time. I never thought it really possible, I thought that we were better than that and that we could all just live our lives as they were. I was really scared. Scared because when would it end? Was this just he beginning of something bigger? Was I in danger? I know this sounds selfish but I was really freaking out. I wanted my family to be here, all here with me.

All night we watched the news. It was very frightening. To think that all this time someone had been planning an attack. Taking time to train these terrorists and the organizing...It was just too much.

The there was all the anthrax attacks, suicide bombing.... What the hell was going on?? (And IS going on I guess...)

I have to admit that I was happy when things started to get back to normal. By normal I mean people were back at work, tv shows went back on the air, the front pages of the paper were no longer about the attacks, the news was reporting other things.. It felt good because it was no longer the only thing happening in the world. Things will most likely never be “normal” again, but routines have gone back to what they were at least..

And now it’s been a year. Which I can’t believe. One full year has gone by.

Last night I was watching a documentary. It was so interesting. Interesting because it was about the after effects of the twin towers falling. Nothing about terrorists, just about the buildings and about what to do next. Most want them to rebuild the towers bigger and stronger, but can you imaging rebuilding them? Who would want to work in there? Who would want to go into a building that’s built on a grave site?

All day they are showing these documentaries. I don’t think I can take that much remembering, I don’t think I want to do that much remembering...

I do think that it is a bit much to have ALL the channels showing something. I find that it just makes the fear and anger re-emerge. I understand that each channel is a different network and they all want to do something, but maybe a special tonight would have been enough, then again, I don’t think I really have any opinion in this, I wasn’t there and thankfully didn’t know anyone who was.

It’s pretty strange to hear different people’s stories about last year and how they have coped with it. Some are using humour,some are quiet, some are talking about it, but the thing is, everyone is surviving, somehow.

And me, how do I feel about it all? Sad. I feel sad for all the people that died, for their surviving families. I feel bad that there’s no closure for a lot of people. When I see the news report, and see the planes crashing my stomach feels empty and I feel sad. But I feel better when I think of how people are getting on with their lives.

I just look forward to a time when terrorism and war is a thing of the past.

I do declare that I feel crapy. I feel like everything I lean against or sit on, I melt through...does thta make any sense to anyone?

I feel overwhelmed with tired-ness. And that is why I will cut it real short tonight.

And by short I mean this is it.

Okay, I’m going to get back on track....

It’s just that I’ve been working weird shifts lately. I’ve been working a three to midnight for the past three days and now I’m working a four thirty to ten tonight....Then I go back to regular time tomorrow ( eight to four). I really hate new collections just because of the shifts. My body gets all outta whack and my sleep patterns are shot. Yesterday I got home at about one fifteen, but only got into bed at three because I wasn’t tired. So now my body is used to being up late and sleeping in, but it’s going to get a real shock when it has to get up for six tomorrow!

Anyways, I know I haven’t been writing, but the reason is pretty clear I think. I wasn’t in the mood when I got home at one in the morning and waking up early from sleeping in wasn’t an option. But I’m here now so...so there.

Let’s see, the highlights of this week were:

-giving the blanket my mum and I knitted to my manager, although I have to admit I was really sad to see it go and kind of miss it....But it was worth it seeing her happy with it.

-A stylist I know noticing I had lost some weight (the first person to notice actually). (seven pounds)

-Spiro came back to work after being away on vacation for almost three weeks. (He is an awesome manager and a great long time friend)

-Got free stuff from MAC

-Raisins, just because I love’ em

And I think that about does it, I know I’m forgetting stuff but I’ve only just woken up and my memory of the beginning of the week is a little fuzzy right now.

One more thing I hate about working the week end, now I’m going to be confused about what day it is all week. It always messes me up.


Oh man, my body is aching! I feel all crunchy if that makes any sense to you....I need do do some serious stretching.... I also need to find a gym. I was thinking about joining either the Y or maybe .....maybe well I didn’t know, suggestions are welcome of course. I don’t want to be spending a fortune either. I just want o to be sure I don’t blimp out like I did last winter, that was bad news...bad.

And now I’m going to go have some tea and watch the rest of the Larry Sanders Show. Then I’m going to have to start getting ready for crappy work. Well at least I can take a day off this week because I worked on saturday. I’m going to try and stick it out until friday so I can take a long week end off, of maybe thursday off.....and shop cause it is payday after all! But I have to shop around for a gift for my brother Chris. It’s his birthday on the 11th. I’m not quite sure what to get him, maybe he could send us a list of things he wants..hint.hint.

I got Lucas’ gift already. It was his birthday on the third, I think I mentioned it? I went downtown to go see him. I felt bad that i couldn’t go out with him (I had to get up for work the next day at four thirty) But i went down to see him, I bought him six huge helium balloons and a card and took him out for cake. I bought him and AMP he had wanted. I love my brothers. I’m so lucky to have them and be so close to them. I love my sister to do;t get me wrong, I love my entire family, but I was just talking about the boys because It’s their birthdays. So I’m not playing favourites....

Alright, that time has come. The time for me to go and relax before having to get ready for work. Adios Amigos and have a great day.

AT LAST, THE BLANKET IS DONE!!!!
seems a shame to be giving it away after all the work my mum and I put into it.....
Thanks Mum, for all the help, we do make a good "DOMO" team.

So It’s been a while I know, but I am almost done this knitting project. I have just tonight to finish it, Luckily we are at the joining stage and just have a few details to finish...Should have a picture of the final project soon.

Lady’s night at Aniter’s was really fun. Marnie was a little late do to a faulty phone ringer...but when she did get there we had a great time talking and eating....I mean what could be better than talking and eating right? And for the record, wearing a bandanna doesn’t automatically make you “Axl Rose”.

The next day was spent lazing around and when I got home it was all about knitting. Went out briefly with Sylvie. We went out for dinner and she came back here to watch a movie. We rented I am Sam. Eh. So-so. I mean it was a god movie and all but predictable and sad so I’ll give it a 6-7 on 10. The soundtrack is good, I likes it a lot.

I’ve also been really enjoying watching the “ Larry Sander’s Show”. I never knew it was so funny. Too bad I missed watching it when it was actually on the tv. But I have three dvd’s to watch so that should keep me busy.

My friend at work lent me all the Smallville episodes that I’ve missed including the cliffhanger. Y mum is going to kill me. She is so sick of seeing that show. However, she was kind enough to remind me that it was on,last night. But now I have to go and watch the tape before she gets home, I wont make her suffer through it.

Off I got to knit and finish this darn thing of! I’ll be able to write a little more regularly now that this project is done, it’s really been consuming all of my time, not that it’s a bad thing, quite the opposite, but it’s all I’ve been doing on the train, at work at home, in bed.....But it has been really fun to knit with my mum...

Wasn’t really planning on blogging today, but I figure if I don’t now, I won’t be able to until monday evening.

Tonight, we are getting together for a girls night. By we I mean Aniter, Steph, Marnie and myself. I love a girls night, we don’t do them nearly ads often as we should.

The original plan was to rent SATC and watch them but they were not in to rent and we figure that we are just going to be talking anyways and not really paying any attention to a movie so it doesn’t really matter what’s on the TV.

Yesterday was a lovely day off. Spent most of it trying to finish the baby blanket I’m knitting. I have until tuesday to finish it and then it needs to be washed and I give it on thursday. The pressure its ion. Thankfully I’m at the border stage, will post a picture if it when it is done...

I’m really looking forward to tonight. It’s going to be a real gab fest and I love that.

I have lots of things to do before them, such as prepare the spinach dip I am bringing over, finish laundry, make bead/clean room, pack bag for sleepover.....and of course knit.

SO I know this entry is pretty sucky but at least I tried right?

Anyways happy labour day week-end, enjoy the extra day off and don’t forget to pack away your white shoes...Who made up that rule anyway? And why do we HAVE to follow it? What’s going to happen if we wear white shoes after labour day? Will we melt? Burn up? Will our feet fall off. Not likely, so I say keep wearing those white shoes! Lets rebel against fashion!

WHITE SHOES! WHITE SHOES! WHITE SHOES!