Where has the time gone?

Damn, it’s hard to believe that the last few days of August are here. In certain ways it feels like this summer has been a long one but than again it seems like we never really had a summer. The weather has absolutely sucked giving us only a few days of the heat and sun shine of summer. The camping trip we had started to plan had to be put on hold, but I’m still hoping that maybe one weekend in September we can make it a reality. Speaking of September, I have almost finished my program planning and to be honest I am looking forward to going back to work. My usual night time and weekend hours will follow shortly after the Labour Day weekend. There will be no more lazy days and weekends for me. I’ll have to try and work out all my brain farts and slip back into the smiling Costumer Service mod that is expected of us being on the front lines of our department. My P.I.C will probably think I have finally lost it, but yes, I’m even looking forward to the usual morning coffee’s, eye rolling and bitch-fests that usually has us pulling our hair out by the roots. I wonder if I would be caught if I snuck a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream into the building and stashed it away for those mornings when our plain coffees need an extra boost??

Saturday morning I will be involved in a Zumba for breast cancer in Burlington. I’m not sure how I’m going to fair with that since its hard enough to do 1 hour of Latin dance exercise let alone 3 full hours. Hopefully there will be many in attendance so that I can get lost in the single single double moves! I’m sure my muscles will be screaming in protest by the end of hour 1. To make matters worse I was dumb enough to promise in writing that I would not miss anymore Zumba classes during the week or I would move my back row place to the front row. Damn those brain farts of mine!
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.

Even an anvil won't make a dent!

It never ceases to amaze me on how clueless and “it’s not a very nice word but it is fitting” stupid some people can be. Over a period of time I have seen the image of a good thing change into something that is, well for lack of a better phrase “one crayon short of a full box”.

Changes are inevitable and as we grow from childhood through our teen years and into adulthood we learn to accept the different changes. The majority of times the changes we encounter are good and bring us to different roads in life. I have finally come to the conclusion that there will be a small change in my life. At one point this change would have been a sad one, but now it is a necessary factor in my life. I can no longer sit idly by and let the selfishness and excuses flow. I have surrounded myself with a circle of “forks” but as my father always said, “do not do battle with a clueless one since your battle will be in vain.” I’m sure I will be sent words of laughable wisdom and maybe even an email or two, but I will heed my father’s words. Oh I will enjoy the so called wisdom that I will no doubt get, and I will certainly share those clueless words so others may enjoy them as well.

An old chapter finished, a new one begins!

The sad tears have dried and it’s time to move on and let the smiles of happy memories take their place. We bid my Father farewell on Saturday to the great big Playable Places and Great Bloomin’ Spaces in the sky as per his wishes and after that we gathered for a toast of his favourite drink of choice and an afternoon and evening of wonderful memories. We all held up a shot glass of Crown Royal Whiskey in memory of Dad. After going around the room, laughing at some of the toasts that were being said, we held cheers to my father(in true Irish tradition) and downed the shot of whiskey. I for one felt the hot liquid slide down my throat and swore flames escaped my mouth!



I did learn something very interesting though. The arms of support that I assumed would be there for me were not. Oh I did get the usual 5 words that always follows when sadness strikes (my thoughts are with you)and it wasn't even very personal, but that was all I got. It was the arms of a very dear friend as well as phone calls lending from people lending me their support and words of compassion from others within the blogging community which truly helped me through this time. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what I got from this individual. It really is true that when a person is down they will find out who their true friends are. This time it was me who was wearing the rose coloured glasses. Any who….onward I trod to continue my quest of living my life to the fullest and when it’s my turn to leave this mixed up world, I’ll have a margarita in one hand, chocolate in the other and a damn BIG smile on my face!

Good friends share good times, but great friends divide pain.

Many grateful thanks to all my friends who held me up when I needed the suport. You truly are friends that have left footprints on my heart!

Rest in peace Dad

January 27 1934 - August 9 2009