June 29, 2007 at 11:09 pm (Stuff)
Here’s what needs to get done before Monday at 12pm (Monday’s a Holiday here so I only have till Sunday 6pm to hit stores)
- 10 bottles of sunscreen to be bought. Sounds easy, but after the recent 40C+ temps ealier than usual, its at a premium. I kid you not….I will have to go to more than one store.
- 10 loads of laundy to do. That’s a guesstimate….not in my favour.
- 1 14 month old to babysit for 36 hrs while their parents go to a wedding and enjoy a night of peace and quiet. And no, I don’t plan things properly because if I did I would only be packing up WB this wknd not babysitting a shit disturbour.
- 9 weeks of Gatorade, granola bars, chips, chocolate pudding, gummy worms and toilet paper to buy.
- Pack a 17 yr old for 9 weeks away.
- Buy grocieries for the week.
- Finish presentation for Tuesday morning at work that hasn’t been started yet.
- Visit Dad.
- Entertain visiting relatives for Canada Day holiday.
- Visit cousin Scotty in Guelph who was in a motorcycle accident on Thursday morning. He’s ok (6 broken ribs, broken collar bone, bleeding spleen and brusied from stem to stern)- but his mother wants to kill him. He’s 46….she thinks he should be over this by now. In fact my favourite part was “Mom, we can we not do the woulda, shoulda, coulda - what’s the point. It didn’t happen so why talk like it did.” Apparently he spouted the same line to her at 16….they never grow up. We never stop worrying.
- Finish data update for work for the 2, 762 skus in our calculator…….major coffee required.
- Finish Convention files for a convention that is now only 15 days away….am I sleeping at the office????
- Get a haircut cause the chia pet on my head is defintely asking for one.
- Dye hair.
- Take some time for myself…..who am I kidding???
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June 29, 2007 at 9:17 pm (Wonder Boy)
I have lots to write about but very little time these days.
One thought that won’t go away: how on earth do teenage boys sleep sooo much?
WB started Orientation this week for his summer job and the girlfriend was leaving on Thursday for the cottage for a coupe of weeks. The boy has been burning the candle at both ends since Sunday. Getting up at 6am for work, not coming home til after 1am from hanging out with friends.
He came home from work today at 1pm, called me at work and according to my Aunt Siobhan, ate like he hadn’t eaten in days and went to bed. I woke him at 6pm for dinner. Again, the kid eats like its his last meal. By 8pm passed out on the couch. I can guarantee he will sleep thru the night and well past 10am tomorrow.
I know he’s still growing and teenagers are suppose to sleep more than the average person according to medical research, but come on. Factor in the 4 hrs this afternoon, the 2+ hours so far tonight…he’ll surpass 12 hours at about 5am.
He amazes me.
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June 27, 2007 at 10:26 am (Stuff, Wonder Boy)
Teenage boys would drive a saint to drink / swear / commit murder.
The heat. For the love of all that’s right…41C (104F) is not an acceptable temperature. And not for 2 days straight. I am literally melting away.
Telus has the absolute worst customer service I have ever had the misfortune of dealing with. I just keep chanting, “6 more months till my contract is up.”
The Ex – Jamie – sent the following email:
No big deal, they have sent a few things over the last few months. I hope all is well. I really miss you, and think about you all the time. I know I made a mistake by ruining our relationship. If I could marry you today I would. I still love you in my heart and soul. My brothers death has changed me a lot for the better I think, or so I am told. I miss you Jo and always will…..Jamie
Ummm…yeah. Not happening. Time to move along.
To the City of Burlington – I know you have air conditioned buses, so why do I never seem to get one? Throw a girl a bone.
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June 23, 2007 at 7:29 pm (Family, Friends, Stuff)
Jameson’s is the devil.
“That’s a really small beaver.” – My Aunt Siobhan on the chipmunk in the bird feeder.
“Invite me over or I’m calling the cops.” – Neighbour Dave….who is the cops.
“Is it the alcohol or is she speaking in Irishness.” – my friend T about Siobhan.
“Slow down lady – your missing vowels when you talk.” – Dave to Siobhan.
The 5 minute walk to the pub at 11pm will take 20 minutes at 2:30am.
“Her accent is killing me.” – Siobhan to me about T who is South African.
A good old Irish accent will get Simon 4 phone numbers and all his drinks bought at the pub.
Being piggy backed home from the pub is painful on the thighs.
Aunt Siobhan’s breakfast of eggs, sausage, fried tomatoes and potatoes will cure a hangover. Cause your arteries to clog, sure but defintely cure the hangover. Oh, and the Irish Whiskey in my coffee. Gagged at first and then took it like a trooper. I may need a new liver by the time they go home.
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June 22, 2007 at 3:00 pm (Family, Friends)
Dad made it thru the surgery okay. A few incidents were his blood pressure dropped too low, but they removed his stomach. The cancer has spread to his pancreas and liver. The Dr’s were unable to remove those sections as they were worried about his ability to withstand a longer surgery.
A big thank you to the surgeon and nurses. We were constantly kept updated and they could not have been nicer. I feel somewhat better knowing my Dad is in such capable hands.
A huge thank you and hug to my Aunt Siobhan. She is staying with me, while she visits from Belfast. She is my Dad’s older sister, by 17 years and they haven’t seen one another in quite sometime. My house sparkles and not that I would, but I could eat off my floors at the moment. My fridge is full of home cooked food and WB may be following her back to Belfast just for her cooking. She’s talking about attacking my neglected garden. Woot!! The woman is 83 years old, looks about 60 and acts younger than most 30 year olds.
To my cousin Simon – you are a godsend. You took a 4 week leave from work to travel with your Mom and to help me. All it took was me forgetting about the time difference, dragging you out of a meeting and freaking you out because I couldn’t stop crying. You promised to be here as soon as you could and you are. You have held me as I cried, made me laugh till my sides hurt, been there for WB when I couldn’t and have taught me to re appreciate Guinness.
I am going to take some wonderful advice from MamaMichaelsBabies. Tonight I am going to sit on my back deck with my Aunt, Simon and my best friend. We’re going to have a few drinks. Laughter and tears are a given. I could not think of better therapy at the moment.
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June 22, 2007 at 2:44 pm (Stuff, Wonder Boy)
I went on Facebook initially to see what my kid was upto. I’m an involved parent but he’s 17 and teenagers are not exactly forthcoming with the info at all times, even when you have a good relationship.
Since then, I’ve reconnected with old friends and have had wonderful in person reunions. I have also experienced weirdness. My ex Jamie’s new girlfriend found me. Why I don’t know but she wants to be friends. Ummm, no. Not a connection I want and here’s where I say thank you to Facebook for the ability to block certain individuals and set privacy settings.
And for your enjoyment, a recent conversation between WB and I:
Me: Do you need money for condoms?
WB: No, I’m good.
Me: You have and are using them right?
WB: Seriously Mom (Insert eye roll). It’s 7 AM. Can you not harrass me this early please.
Me: Just answer the question and I’ll let you go back to sleep.
WB: Yes and you’ve drilled into me many a time that if I make you a grandma before your 50 you’ll kill me.
Me: Good because you can’t count on the fact you’ve played rugby for 3 years w/o a cup to have made you sterile.
WB: I’m going to need therapy.
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June 21, 2007 at 1:02 pm (Stuff)
Note to self: remove plastic wrap from cucumber before slicing and putting on sandwich and then subsequently taking a bite.
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June 20, 2007 at 7:03 am (Family)
Dad is having this surgery this afternoon. I am leaving the office at 12pm to be there. My Dad’s oldest sister and her son have come from Belfast to be with him…us.
We are all going to be sitting there trying to keep each others spirits up, while inside we’re scared he won’t make it.
They are doing the surgery now because if they don’t – there will be no point. The cancer is spreading. he is dying.
The surgery with subsequent chemo means a possible 18 months more. No surgery means only 3 months. The choice was left up to my Dad. We told him we would stand behind him no matter what.
I had an appointment at his lawyer’s yesterday to sign some paper’s should anything happen. I know I’m an adult. I have a kid of my own and the grey hairs to prove it. But yesterday made me feel like a little girl making grown up decisions. I had no choice but to become the adult, the caregiver, the legally responsible one.
Is it wrong that my hands shook and my eyes welled up at the office? Is it wrong to go home, pour myself a stiff drink and lock myself in the bathroom, with the water running, to cry – sob? Is it wrong to be this stressed, this scared, this nervous, this impatient with day to day life?
I’m not ready to be here, at this place in my life. I’m only 37 and my dad is only 66. Could I sound more selfish?
To 99% of the people who know me, I am handling this remarkably well. It’s all a facade. A facade that is slipping away a little bit everyday.
I am hoping that whoever, whatever runs this universe takes pity today on a little girl who wants her daddy to be okay.
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June 19, 2007 at 8:49 am (Stuff, The Ex)
For 3 years I dated Jamie. The first 6 months were great. He treated me like gold, was good to Wonder Boy. We could talk for hours about anything and everything. Then the wheels fell off the cart.
It started as little things – making plans and then cancelling them at the last minute with lame excuses. Drinking too much and being an ass to me in public. Getting caught in a couple white lies. All this eventually escalated.
His drinking went from going out and having a couple with the boys to all out binge drinking. And Jamie is not a nice drunk. He became verbally abusive when he’d had too much to drink and he had a knack for being downright vicious.
Why did I keep seeing him? Chalk it up to low self esteem and insecurity. repeating patterns that my mother played out with my father. And there was a part of me that hoped he would go back to the person I knew at the beginning.
Long story short – I ended things back in November after a particularly bad night. Jamie was so verbally abusive that one of his friends (who were not my favourite bunch of people) pulled me aside and asked me what I saw in him. I don’t know why that suddenly woke me up, but it did and I’m thankful.
After ending things, I was forced to change my phone #’s because of excessive calls and have his email blocked by our IT department. I hit a point where I couldn’t take it anymore when he started calling the office, so I got had a letter drafted by a lawyer and sent it by courier – UPS. Needless to say, I still had to get restraining order.
So, imagine the laughter yesterday when I discovered UPS had swapped out his address for ours and was sending all our supplies there. If I didn’t have the email, I would think I dreamt it.
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June 18, 2007 at 2:39 pm (Stuff, The Ex, The comedy act that is my life)
Ok, so I’ve been trying to get supplies from UPS for over a month now. They keep saying they are shipping them and I never get them.
Today I get a snarky email from them with tracking #’s etc and the address they have been sending them to. The address is drunk Jamie’s ( an ex) address. I sent one pkg from here to him with the letter from the lawyer etc. I don’t know how, but they swapped out our mailing address with his.
So, in the last month he’s had 75 envelopes and 50 labels sent to his house and not said a word. Ahhh, the power of a restraining order.
Some girls drunk dial, some stalk, some key cars….me, I send ya courier supplies.
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