whooops

Anyone who might take the time to read my previous blog might think that I went on a diet. Just to set the record straight -hahahahahahahhaha. Not bloody likely. Not unless cookies become a dietary necessity. Fat I am and Fat I shall remain.

expanding the mind

Well here we are fast approaching the end of 2009 and so far this year I have only expanded my waist line. Until now that is. On Sunday, I was lucky enough to find myself in church! Anyone who knows should pick themselves up off the floor now.

Yes, it was a lucky night for me. I had worked all day, was tired and grumpy. I hate to drive in the rain, but there I was driving to Port Hope in the pouring rain on the 401, with a car load of teenage girls. Whom I might add, were exceptional company for the night. We were attending a performance of a friend of ours. The girls knew a few more who were playing as well.

I dropped the girls off and went to park the car. By the time I got back to the church (from 3 streets away) I could not locate the girls. I checked the balcony and the downstairs. Now picture this not so ordinary church. The balcony was an actual "U" shape, it was that big. There were a looooot of people in attendance. Oh! and the organs pipes were absolutely massive. I was in awe of the place.

The orchestra played and they were wonderful. My spirits were lifted already. No matter to me that the girls were without me, I sat at the very back wall and just listened and engrossed myself in the sounds. After that song was over the conductor talked about the kids in the orchestra, yes, this was a youth orchestra. He then began to talk about the soloist, his enthusiasm and electric personality. When the man came out to sing, I was amazed. Out waltzed a bald, black man in a birght white tuxedo with tails and a red bow tie! He then began to speak, with a scottish accent. Well you could have blown me over with a feather. I was not expecting this at all. His voice was mesmerizing. One of the girls later said she would like him to read her bed time stories every night because she loved his voice so much. You cannot know what I mean until you hear him. Maybe it's the genuine warmth in his voice and not just the timbre.
I was worried that he was going to sound like my father which would drastically disturb me. But, he didn't. PHEW! He was very jazzy and even bopped around the stage. My father was an entertainer and singer, but very very different.

I am so glad to have attended the show. The Youth Orchestra was fantastic and Michael Dansa sang wonderfully and I felt like a new person leaving the church. I highly recommend people make their way up to Lindsay on the weekend to see the show. It is well worth the drive and the cost of the show.

You will be amazed. Anyone who reads this blog (ha!) and would like to know the link, let me know.

ttfn

don't know what to call this one

I have of late been in a muddle. My thoughts are swirling and I can't seem to make them focus on any one issue. I am 46 now, twice married, twice failed. The victims in it all, my four children. I wonder how badly I have screwed them up. My 15 year old son seems to struggle with so much. Mostly with school. I keep telling myself that is normal, boys his age just want to play sports and video games. He doesn't want school messing up his freedom to be a boy. Life is so black and white to him, there is no room for grey areas. ahhhhhh, I suppose all mothers go through these struggles with their sons.

I wonder how soon my hair will be completely white.

retail slave humour

I don't know how many other people out there in cyber world are retail workers, but if you are out there I know your pain.

Today was one of those exceptional days where every other customer was a whiny pain in the ass. "What the fuck?" said one genius type, "these prices are highway robbery"! Well isn't that original, I must hear that 35 times a day, being that I work in a retail store on one of North America's busiest highways.

The winner of the day however, called me a bitch upon leaving the store completely unsatisfied with my explanation of the ability of Ontario lottery machines being unable to check for Quebec lottery ticket winners. He was so insensed that he came back into the store to tell me more of his rant of my attitude problem and how disgusted he was with the whole business.

Luckily for me other customers came to my defense and (with my complete agreement) said I was doing a fine job and not to let jerks like him get to me.

My greatest problem when dealing with difficult assholes, oh pardon me, I mean to say difficult customers, is that my face turns very red and I start to breathe very loudly as I try without much success to control my temper.

I believe I deserve a crown after today's dick munch showed his true colours and I (sort of) kept my cool.

That brings me to the end of my complaint. I am sure there are plenty of other people out there with wonderful stories of their own experiences with numbnut customers. I would love to read about them. Sometimes I think I should be wearing a camera so the whole tv viewing world can share a laugh with me. Afterall it is completely laughable when you go over it again in your mind.

ttfn

Queen of Coolness

... continued

and when I say I have four to go

I mean four children to all go through

their teens

mothering

who was I to think
I had the strength to make it all the way
through the teenage years
and I still have all four of them to go
....... I really don't think I can make it