Tuesday, August 29, 2006
OOOOH! A PACKAGE!- Updated!
My imagination is running wild! So many possibilities in my head. Here are some of the best items I could possibly hope to be in that box!
- Wonder Womans' golden lariat, the one that makes the ch ch ch ch ch ch sound. I wished for one once.
- A cute sundress and matching flip flops.
- Maybe a cat.
- A brand new computer! Loaded. With Photoshop CS!!
- A big gigantic cake...and then when I take off the lid, out! jumps my boyfriend...in flagrante delicto...ok I won't go there!
- Sharks with fricken laser beams attached to their heads!
Hmm. This next 2 hours is going to be torture. I normally don't get packages, and usually if I do, it's from gran, and she tells me when to expect it, and calls to make sure I got it. So I'm pretty sure it's not from her...I'm going to go nuts.
Well if it's a *good* package, and I'm excited I'll post. But if it's, like, a severed horse head with threatening letter attached from the collection company that's been hounding me, (which it very well could be) I'll probably keep that to myself. Wish me luck!
IT'S BACKPACKS!!

Wow! Backpacks full of stuff for school... And I don't even know who they are from! What a nice surprise! Thank you phantom school supplier...whoever you are!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Sunday Morning Worship
Friday, August 25, 2006
THE BEST "One Time" EVER!
BACKGROUND: When I was 19, 2 friends and I responded to the call of a newspaper ad seeking "Chambermaids" for the Voyageur Inn in Banff, AB. In about 2 weeks we arranged our affairs and we were off for our first huge adventure away from home. We had no idea what to expect but it didn't matter. PLAYA'S:
- Me
- Jan (friend)
- Pam (friend and Jans sister)
- Mick the Bartender
- Mick the Bellboy
It was our first payday from working at the hotel. Jan, Pam and I had made our move with only a few dollars each and had been broke since we got there, the past 2 weeks had been a little tough and we vowed that with our first paycheck that we would go get SMASHED!! So we decided to go bar hopping, even though Jan and I had to work at 5:30 am the next day.
We started at the Hotel because Pam had a crush on the bartender Mick and we thought maybe we could cajole him into having a few drinks with us. The previous evening we had gone to his condo for dinner and it was there that Pam had confessed her affection for the cute (& older...28 or 29 which is "older" when you're 19!) drink slinger and we thought it was great since she never really had a boyfriend and had never REALLY been kissed! Anyway, he agreed to meet up with us after his shift was over. We also invited the crazy alcoholic bellboy, also named Mick, just because he was a lot of fun. And really cute. So off we went.
We had a BLAST! I don't even remember most of the night, just that at that time, Long Island Ice Tea was my main drink and I even threw in, really, too many $2 paralyzers to the mix. We went to quite a few bars and I don't remember when 'bartender Mick' actually entered the picture, and 'bellboy Mick' had apparently passed out drunk in the lobby of the hotel a few hours ago, but somewhere around closing time Jan and I realized we had to be at work in a few hours and wanted to stagger back to our pad.
Pam and Mick were really hitting it off, and seemed to be getting pretty snuggly and touchy. When Jan and I told her we wanted to get going, she looked at us with this look I can't explain but will never forget, and she said she and Mick were going to stay out for a while.
Now, the day we arrived at the Hotel, we were taken aside by our supervisor Nancy who had informed us that within weeks of our arrival, a female employee who worked at our hotel had been raped and murdered after hooking up with a stranger, and we were actually cautioned that Banff was the rape capital of Western Canada so be really careful when we were out.
Having this in mind, and realizing we really didn't know much about this guy, I told Pam "great, have fun, but I am going to wait up for you, and we have to work in the morning, so PLEASE don't be too late." Jan and I made the 5 mile stumble home and decided to listen to tunes and wait for Pam. We waited...and waited...and waited. Jan passed out cold, I sat there on my bed, frequently drifting into a half concious slumber, and getting more worried every time I looked at the clock. Jan and I had to be at work at 5:30. Finally at 4:30 ish I lost it. I had kinda drifted off and when I opened my eyes and looked at the time I FREAKED! I went and jumped on Jan. "Jan! It's 4:30 and Pams not home yet! Oh my God! What could have happened!" Jan was a mess. We were running around trying to get dressed to go looking for her but I think we were both STILL drunk, running in circles like headless chickens. I was so worried, thinking somewhere out there our friend was missing or even worse. I sat down on my bed to put on my shoes, our ground floor window slid open and suddenly a projectile whizzed awfully close to my head. I looked. A SHOE! Then another. Then Pam herself. I couldn't believe it. I was beside myself with worry and immediately started to give her CRAP for not coming home. "do you know how worried we were about you...I told you I was going to wait...what the hell happened...I waited up all night... WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!!!!" Then I stopped ranting for a second and just looked at her. Her really really long, really really curly, blonde hair was completely messed up and full of dirt and leaves. She had muddy tear streaks down her face, A cut on her eyebrow bone, her white sweater was ripped all down the front. For a minute, she just looked at me with this blank look on her face. Then she SAID EVER SO MATTER OF FACTLY... " I got hit by an elk"...then she started to cry! We all sat down and Pam told us of the events surrounding her brutal attack. She and bartender Mick had decided to go back to his condo which at the time was a fairly new development, and his new condo was built on a spot where Elk had their previous grazing grounds. And it was also Elk season, so every morning a huge herd of Elk traipsed down to his backyard and grazed and slept...whatever Elk do. Well she and Mick never *actually* made it to his condo. Being all drunk and smitten with each other, they decided home couldn't wait...nothing more romantic than being spontaneous and having a makeout session in the beauty of the outdoors!! So there they were, makin out all hot and heavy...When the sun broke to greet the day, they were ALSO greeted by a very hairy family of Elk. They were right on top of BIG PAPA ELKS little piece of property and HE WAS PISSED! The big papa elk charged them both, Pam first I think, his huge antler narrowly missing her eye and ripping her shirt right open. I guess she was thrown quite a distance. Mick wasn't so lucky, nursing broken ribs and being thrown even further than Pam. I don't remember ALL the details of the attack, but it was bad enough. And remember, she never really had a boyfriend and had never REALLY been kissed! Then Pam told us it got worse. Her purse, keys, cashed paycheque, and other stuff were still there in the bushes, and that WE needed to go get it! "Why didn't you grab it before you left", we asked. She said "because the big papa elk was lying right on top of it!". ACK!!! But we were detemined to get Pams purse back for her. Her whole check was in there, she came through the window because her keys were there too. This was not good! Jan and I had to be at work in like a half an hour now. We got dressed and made the 3 block trek to the crime scene.
There were elk EVERYWHERE. Big elks, medium elks, baby elks...There were at least 30 of them...we couldn't get closer than a half a block away, everytime we came near they would come closer too. We would back off and they would back off. We came closer and they would come closer. It was like a stand off. This drew some negative attention from big papa. We could see the little patch of tree and foliage where the purse supposedly was with a massive set of antlers protruding out, we were terrified to confront the big beast and had no idea how to retrieve the target.
We tried to scare them by running at them screaming and flailing our arms. That was fruitless. They just looked at us like "pffffttt. IIIIIIIIdiots!". We tried to circle around the back and find another way, but there WAS no other way. And papa hadn't budged. We found a shopping cart with one broken wheel and tried running down the street with it, pushing as fast as we could and trying to send it into the herd, sending them all fleeing in terror. But that didn't work either.
Time was ticking, we couldn't be late for work! Nancy was a tyrant and would fire anyone for anything at any time. We were about at our wits end when we heard this drunken howling echoing through the empty street. "What the heck is that??". Barely visible down the road we could see Bellboy Mick, staggering through the street, bouncing off the curbs, still in his bellboy uniform from the night before. (Remember he had passed out in our hotel lobby the night before?) He was singing really loud, reeked like booze, and seemed really happy to see us. We asked him if he had spent the whole night passed out on the lobby floor and he said yes. He also said he thought he was probably fired now, imagine that!
We told him of our dilemma and that we soon had to be at work, and he valiantly stepped up as our hero! Without any hesitation or fear, he ran straight through the herd to the bush, quickly found the purse and promptly returned it to us with a huge grin. I never saw Bellboy Mick again but I will NEVER forget that morning, his crumpled uniform or the grin he flashed when he handed me the purse. It was classic!
My employment at the hotel only lasted about 2 more weeks, but that was one of the best times of my life! So I hope you enjoyed my best "one time" ever!
The End!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
People are really freaking me out today!
So today I had my first appointment with my lawyer. Yippeeeee! I made it in one piece...and one step closer to ending a bad chapter of my life. I was really hoping to get a nasty, bad ass, tough-as-nails kind of lawyer but he's quiet and nice, probably my age or close to. But he's gotten right down to business and really people, in the end it's all about RESULTS!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Perhaps an Imminent Death
My computer is on it's last few dying breaths, I don't know how much longer it will hold out! About an hour ago my monitor completely died. Black screen of death. I tried to restart 5 times, changed all the contrast/brightness settings, nothing worked. My face went as white as the screen went black. "noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!" I screamed in my head, "this can not be!!" As I sat here in sulleny a part of me thought "maybe it's for the best, my hard drive is shot anyway..."But then I thought of all my work and thought... "noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! this can not be!!" I sat here, heart pounding, considering defeat, thinking "How? How? How do I fix this!! Ohmygod! no! How? How? How do I fix this!! I decided it was "fight or flight". I carefully raised my left hand... and with one last almost-defeated breath of hope I b-slapped the life back into my love/hate relationship. And I feel good about it.
Sometimes ya just gotta take charge!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
The Cordoba
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
The rare occasion I need to vent
It's that word thing!
Kids say...
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
A Ying to my Yang Thing


Thursday, August 10, 2006
No one to tell
As a young man, Norton was an exceptional golfer. At the age of 26, however, he decided to become a priest, and joined a rather peculiar order. He took the usual vows of poverty and chastity, but his order also required that he quit golf and never play again. This was particularly difficult for Norton, but he agreed and was finally ordained a priest. One exceptionally beautiful Sunday morning, the Reverend Father Norton woke up knowing that he just had to play golf. So he told the associate pastor that he was feeling sick, asking him to take over the mass for that day. As soon as the associate pastor had left the room, Father Norton was out the door, headed for a golf course a couple of hours away (so he would not accidentally meet anyone he knew from his parish). Setting up on the first tee, he was alone, utterly alone. After all, it was Sunday morning and everyone else was in church. At about this time, Saint Peter leaned over to the Lord and asked, "You are not going to let him get away with this, are you?"The Lord sighed, and answered, "No, I guess not." Father Norton hit the ball. It shot straight towards the pin, landed just short of it ... rolled up, and dropped neatly into the hole. It was a 420-yard hole in one! St. Peter was astonished: "Why in heaven did you let him do that?"The Lord smiled. "Who is he going to tell?"
Three Golfers
Three golfing partners died in a car wreck and went to heaven. Upon arrival they discover the most beautiful golf course they have ever seen. St. Peter tells them that they are all welcome to play the course, but he cautions them that there is only one rule: Don't hit the ducks. The men all have blank expressions, and finally one of them asks "The ducks?" "Yes", St. Peter replies, "There are millions of ducks walking around the course and if one gets hit, he squawks then the one next to him squawks and soon they're all squawking to beat the band and it really breaks the tranquility. If you hit the ducks, you'll be punished, otherwise everything is yours to enjoy." Upon entering the course, the men noted that there were indeed large numbers of ducks everywhere. Within fifteen minutes, one of the guys hit one of them. The duck squawked, the one next to it squawked and soon there was a deafening roar of duck quacks. St. Peter walked up with an extremely homely woman in tow and asked "Who hit the duck?" The guy who had done it admitted "I did."St. Peter immediately pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the man's right hand to the homely woman's left hand. "I told you not to hit the ducks," he said. "Now you'll be handcuffed together for eternity." The other two men were very cautious not to hit any ducks, but a couple of weeks later, one of them accidentally did. The quacks were as deafening as before and within minutes St. Peter walked up with an even uglier woman. St.Peter determined which one had hit the duck by the fear in his face and cuffed the man's right hand to the homely woman's left hand. I told you not to hit the ducks," he said. "Now you'll be handcuffed together for eternity." The third man was extremely careful. Some days he wouldn't even move for fear of even nudging a duck. After three months of this he still hadn't hit a duck. St. Peter walked up to the man at the end of the three months and had with him a knock-out gorgeous woman, the most beautiful woman the man had ever seen. St. Peter smiled to the man and then, without a word, handcuffed him to the beautiful woman and walked off. The man, knowing that he would be handcuffed to this woman for eternity, let out a sigh and said "What have I done to deserve this?" The woman responded "I don't know about you, but I hit a duck."
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
My Quote
Monday, August 07, 2006
More pics from my trip
Right after we scaled the mountain peak it had started to rain a bit. Well it was more of a soft sprinkle...but when we got down to the bottom, we were blessed with this beee-utiful rainbow. It was massive, and a perfect way to end the whole experience of the day!
The early mornings usually started off with yoga! That's me in the black. I'm even thinking of doing this on my own at home, I don't think I'd ever been more relaxed or at peace.Apparently I've been told rock climbing is my calling! I made it up and down this wall in 7 min 20 seconds and was even nicknamed Spidergirl! What a rush! Definately not as easy as it may look, and I'm still hurtin but it was worth it.
One of the spots where we rested on the way to our camp.
I was joked about that I looked like a Eurpoean backpacker wearing my long johns with hiking boots and gators, but it was hot that day and I guess when you stink that bad you just don't care.
I made the GREATEST friend on this trip...everyone meet Dee, she's an amazing heart and spirit and I will remember her always!I shared with her that I wanted to learn bellydancing and am planning on taking lessons...and it turned out she's a bellydancer! So she taught me some basics and some moves and graciously performed for our group on an old logging road.
She also constantly sang to me, usually in Russian, cus that's where she's from, and we even skinny dipped together in the freezing lake. A first for me, but I was dying from all the bug bites and the cold water seemed to do wonders for the swelling on my face!
Morning clouds ascending on our campsite right before the sun welcomed the day.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Eyes Wide Open
Yep, that's me!! I got home last night, bruised, bitten, weather-beaten, sunburnt, exhausted, and really hungry for real food, but it's taken me until today to come back to the real world!
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