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Weekend Recap and Week Plans

What a weekend!

Friday was a holiday (Labour Day in The Bahamas), so it was a long one. My sister went away, and left me with her car. Along with her car came a few to-do’s. I became Super Auntie. This weekend, I:

  • Took my niece to a retreat at church which wrapped up her CCD (I really don’t know what that stands for) classes she took for confirmation.
  • Picked up niece from retreat, and took her for food for her and my nephew (who was at home) before taking her home.
  • Took my nephew to school to take his first SAT.
  • Picked up nephew from school in some ridiculous traffic in the rain.
  • Took nephew for food. This entailed sitting on the drive-thru for a really long time. I picked him up from the SAT at 1:30pm and didn’t get him home until after 3pm. Ridiculous!
  • Picked up niece when I dropped off nephew. She went to see her godfather, and to shop for shoes for her confirmation (which was the next day).
  • Helped niece pick out shoes at the first shoe store we went to. WOOHOO!
  • Took niece home with Babe and I where we all slept for about 45 minutes.
  • Took niece to the movies to meet her friend.
  • Picked up niece from movies. Her friend’s ride wasn’t there, so we hung out in the parking lot for about an hour until the mom showed up. Then, took niece home.
  • Picked up my sister from the airport on Sunday morning and handed the car back over.

Sis: “You let these children run you ragged! Why you let them do that to you? They run you RAGGED!”

LOL. She cracks me up.

My nephew is funny too. When I dropped him home and told him to get his sister he said, “Oh, she goin’ with you?” I said, “Yeah, we’re going to get her shoes for confirmation.” He grabbed his Wendy’s bag and slid out of the car saying, “Well… Thanks for the ride… I’ll be going now.” LOL. It was hilarious. Maybe he thought I was gonna try to make him shoe shop with us? Idk. LOL.

Newly confirmed niece

On Sunday evening, I went to my niece’s confirmation. The service was quite nice, and it was only 2 hours. I was expecting it to be longer. For some reason, the Catholic churches here confirm all of their students at ONE service held at the Cathedral. I found that kind of strange since I was raised in the Anglican church, and each church held its own Confirmation service (in the regular church service). *shrugs*

The weekend was busy, but fun. Now it’s time to get to work. I’m still on the job hunt. I haven’t heard from the non-profit I interviewed with yet, so it’s safe to say that I didn’t get the job. Blaaah! They asked for a LOT of qualifications and experience, so it was a long shot anyway. I’m hoping something comes along soon. I’m tired of paying bills out of my savings account. My bank account is looking really sad these days.

Some things I’m working on this week:

  • Polishing a flash fiction
  • Editing a short story (changing the tense)
  • Choosing two more competition to enter (part of ROW80 challenge)
  • Checking DAILY for job postings
  • Writing another short story
  • Ordering 2 or 3 more books on the craft of writing
  • Get my butt on the road to RUN. I’m feeling rather fat these days. Not good!

Oh, my gosh. I found some conferences and retreats that look AWESOME! If I had a freaking JOB, I would have already signed up for at least one of them. *sighs* Fingers crossed for things to start looking up.

How was your weekend? What’s your week looking like?

Mother’s Day Flower

She tried to make me give him a flower. It wasn’t fair. I refused. No. I will not give him flowers. That’s stupid.

“He’s your daddy, and he’s being your mommy too.”

Oh, really? And who’s fault is that? Not mine. I’m 10 years old, and all I have is a father. My mother is gone. I hardly ever see her, and it’s his fault. I will not give him flowers. I will not reward him for the pain he has caused me. I refuse.

“Show some appreciation. He does everything for you. Pays your school fees, makes your breakfast, packs your lunch…”

I don’t care. These things happen when you have children. You grow up, and you have to do things that you may not have had to do if you didn’t have them. Moreover, when you drive your children’s mother out of their lives, there are gaps you have to fill in. No. I will not give him flowers. I will not make him feel good about what is he doing. He is doing it because of what he has done.

“Just give him the flowers for Mothers Day. It won’t take anything off you.”

No, it won’t. Because I won’t do it. I will not do the wrong thing. Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean I have to listen to you. I will not give my father flowers for his slaps, punches, pushes, angry words, high speed chases, and embarrassing scenes. I will not. You cannot make me.

“You are being ungrateful. Why are you so uncaring?”

This is what happens. This is the result. I got tired of feeling, so I gave myself over to numbness. This is much better. Give me that ginger lily. I’ll give it to him. I will hand it to him like my school bag. Something to carry for me. It’s the least he can do. I carry so much because of him. Not for him. Never for him. But because of him. And when I take the ginger lily back from him, I hope he knows what it means. That I am taking back every care I ever had. I am taking back that unconditional love that children give to their parents. I am taking back my trust. I am taking back that flower. He does not deserve, and he can’t keep it. He can only carry it until I’m ready to take it back.

No, I did not give him the flower. He didn’t deserve it. And neither did I. I didn’t deserve any of it. None of the things he did to me, intentionally or unintentionally. I certainly was not going to do something to myself that I didn’t deserve. I refused to lie. A gift to him would have been a lie. A lie I refused to tell. I kept that ginger lily, hidden away. When he found it, it was dead. Just like everything inside his little girl.

Thankful Thursday

What a crazy few weeks this has been. I’m not liking December at all. Is it surprising that I’m thankful that we’re almost at the end of it? There are a few other things I’m thankful for, and thank goodness for that because it’s Thankful Thursday! *shakes pompoms*

Today, I’m thankful for:

  • Good music
  • Half-decent health. My iron is definitely dropping. I’m ridiculously tired, no matter how many hours of sleep I get. I really don’t wanna spend the big bucks on Floradix (which seems to be the only thing that ever really works), but at least I sort of have it to spend it. Maybe I wanted to spend it on something else, but I’m thankful that I have it.
  • Safety. It’s a crazy time of year, and horrible things are happening. I’m glad that I haven’t fallen victim to any crimes. I should note, however, that there was an attempted break-in at our place last week. The bastards got into the neighbour’s place, but had no success getting in our apartment. This happened while we were at work, between 9am and 5pm. Daylight! Crazy, right?
  • Water. I’m getting back into drinking it. It’s slow, but it’s happening.
  • Running. Something I don’t need much to do. Just my Vibrams. (Holy CRAP! I wanted to get a new pair for myself for Christmas. Oh, well.) And 15-20 minutes (at the moment). Time has been really hard to come by, but things seem to be leveling out a bit.
  • My mother is WALKING! With nooo assistance! *dances*
  • Maternal grandmother. She’s the sweetest lady. Always smiling. Always with kind words. When she sees me, I usually get something similar to, “Oh, look at my favourite girl! Oh, she’s so beautiful! Isn’t she so precious? Oh, bllless her dear heart! I think you got even prettier than the last time I saw you. You got prettier?” She’s so funny. I usually stand there smiling at her, and manage to say something like, “You think so? I’m trying!” Hahahaha. Whenever I ask her how she’s doing, she says, “Oh, much better now that I see (or hear from) you!” Too sweet. She hasn’t been feeling so well lately. I’m glad she’s at home now. She was very adamant about going to her house. Hospitals are no fun. Her health isn’t great, and there’s no telling what will happen, or how soon. (I’m not being specific about this because it’s sort of touchy and people are trying to be hush-hush about it so no pity party starts, and no one goes around her crying or anything like that.) This makes me really sad. Anyway, I’m trying to be happy about knowing her, and that she’s so awesome, and that I can drop by whenever and see her.
  • Christmas is almost here. No, I’m not excited about the day itself. I’m anxious for it to be OVER and DONE WITH. Come onnn, December 26!
  • Fruit. Love, love, love it! MUST remember to get some kiwi and gala apples on the way home. We’re all out!
  • Saturday date night. Babe and I decided to have a nice, quiet evening at home on Saturday. I’ll cook us some steaks with potatoes (maybe twice-baked?), asparagus, and something else… Carrots? Me loooves carrots! I’ll try my hand at a little bread pudding for dessert. Babe likes eggnog, so I’ll see how I can incorporate that. We’ll find a nice movie or two to watch as well. Yes, we’ll be bringing in Christmas morning in style. Hahaha.

What are you thankful for this week? Are you looking forward to Christmas, or waiting for it to be over? Who is the precious gem in your family?

Wordless Wednesday

My niece, Mia (March 2011)

She's just the cutest!

Randomness

Hey, hey, heyyy! Crazy day after quite the weekend. I just couldn’t let the day go by without a little bit of an update. I have to do it the quick and dirty way though. You’ll see why.

  • Went to FamJam on Sunday. Was fun. Watched football with my brother, and tennis with my dad. We had some pretty good jokes. My family is hilarious. Here’s part of a verbal exchange:
    • Dad: We’re watching the tennis game. Serena’s playing.
    • Brother: Oh. She played Djokovic yet?
    • Dad: Djokovic is a MAN!
    • Brother: So?
    • Me: *laughing* Men don’t play women.
    • Brother: What?! Someone should protest that!
    • Me: All of the feminists are busy right now.
    • Brother: But that’s… That’s… *thinking really hard*
    • Me: Sexist?
    • Brother: YES! That’s sexist!
    • Dad: You ever seen WNBA play the NBA?
    • Brother: *looking at Dad like he’s an idiot* That’s just STUPID!
    • Dad: Ever see a man golfer play a woman golfer?
    • Brother: *frustrated* There’s no such thing as a “women golfer” though!
    • Me: *dying of laughter* WHAT?!
    • Brother: *whispering to me* No such thing as women golfers, right?
    • Me: YES, there ARE!
  • Serena Williams has anger management issues. WOW. The girl acts like a real fool when she’s good and ready. She goes OFFFFFF. Read about Sunday’s outburst here. Remember in 2009, when she said she’s shove the f%$#ing ball down the line judge’s f%$#ing throat? Oh, man. Anyway, Stosur played a HELL OF A GAME!
  • Yesterday was crazy. I had my sister’s Jeep again. YAY! She’s awesome. I got to take her children to school (fun, fun, fun). Whenever we ride together, it’s hilarious. From there, I went back to her place so she could drive to work, then turn the car over to me. Babe couldn’t get out of bed at 6:15am with me, so I had to make a return trip. Typical! Hahaha. Dropped Babe to a hair appointment, and off I went to the local department store (Kelly’s). I got a shower curtain rod (FINALLY!), bath mat (FINALLY), basket to keep our bathroom things in (like toilet paper, feminine products, etc), a new toilet scrub brush and caddy, and a mat for our front door. I was please. Our bathroom is now fit for humans. We love it. I was happy that Babe was happy. I was afraid I would make all of these decisions, and end up with a bathroom that I love and Babe hates. Nope. We’re all good! I’ll borrow the iPhone to take a picture and post it later. One room down, 17 to go (not really)!
  • Got a little talk from the GM at work today. It’s no secret that I hate this job, right? Well, for the first few months, I was bored out of my mind. Work was not coming fast enough, or keeping me busy long enough. Eventually, I learned to drag my feet enough to fill my days with the crappy amount of work I got. Now, it’s super busy. Shipments coming in, items on the floor needing pricing, phones ringing, etc. Too bad I’m still working at the same pace. Anyway, she caught on. So now I have to work to my true potential. At a job I hate. Until I find a new one. Please, can I have a new one?! Can Ride For Hope PLEASE stop advertising the gosh-darn job that should be MINE?! It’s time to really stop running those ads, read those resumes, call me in for an interview, and PICK ME! Sheesh!
  • There are a bunch of things I want. That’s a post all on its own, really.
  • I made a big decision. I’m going to train to run 5k (January or February in Florida). Yep. I used to say that I hated running. I don’t think I ever ran (enough) to really know whether or not I like it. Well, I’m giving myself the chance. And the challenge. A chance and a challenge in one. I found a few training programs. There’s one that I think will work for me. I talked to Babe about it last night. I made it clear that I need full support. And requested, in advance, Babe’s presence when I actually do the 5k. The response was something like, “Of COURSE I’ll be there, Babe! Are you serious?! You think I wouldn’t be there?! I will be there.” That made me smile. So that’s another thing I’ll definitely be posting about, as I make progress, hit walls, yell at myself, make changes to my diet, find cool running gear (see previous post – hahahaha), etc. This is something totally new for me, and I love it. I randomly come up with things I want to do, things to prove to myself, things that are outside of my comfort zone, and then I GO IN FOR THE KILL. Yes, I do. Cheer me on, y’all! I’ll make ya proud. Oh, Babe also said something like, “I’ll support you. I just won’t be out there running with you while you train and stuff. I’m not doing that.” Hahahaha. That is one not-so-into-fitness-or-exercise person I have there. Another quote: “And you have to get a complete physical. So tell me when you’ve seen the doctor.” Meh! Precautions schmercautions! Is that really necessary?! I don’t know. I guess I should do it to be on the safe side, and to make Babe feel comfortable with it.
Hope your week is off to a great start. I’ve had some ups and down already, but it’s a-okay. I’m breathing, and remembering to live. As long as there is life, there is hope, right? ūüôā

Pregnant?! Not me!

Day 28 – If you were pregnant, or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

This is pretty cut and dry for me. I’d start prenatal care right away. I would pay more attention to my diet. I would start crunching numbers. It would be difficult to support myself and a child at this staff. It would actually be challenging enough to support myself as a pregnant woman, going to doctor’s appointments, having scans and tests done, and paying for the actual delivery.

I’m sure I would obsess about a few things. Do I want to have the child here, or in the states? Is it possible to have the child in Canada? Do I want a hospital birth? Would I prefer a midwife? Do I need to start eating more red meat? How will I afford anything? Who will help me with the big purchases? What kind of support system will I have?

My family is very by The Book. By that, I mean The Bible. Unmarried and having a baby? No bueno. Major problem. My cousin had a baby at 37, and that was a huge deal. I don’t particularly want to have controversy surrounding my pregnancy. I’d like to have a happy, healthy pregnancy.

Now is definitely not the time for me to have babies. I want children very much, but only under the right circumstances. I need to have a comfortable home, and the ability to financially support them. Babe and I should also have the knot tied (so to speak) before we start popping out babies.

I should note that my views aren’t as stringent as those of family (obviously), and they are not likely to be pleased whenever I become pregnant. At the end of the day, they will accept it because they’ll suddenly recall some scriptures that suggest forgiveness and unconditional love. My great-grandmother would be pleased to have another great-great-grandchild (my unmarried younger cousin beat the rest of us to the deal, and it wasn’t impressive to anyone), and my grandmothers would enjoy being great-grandmothers (though I’ve been beat in both cases – hahaha). My parents and the whole grandparenting thing? Problem won’t be very exciting. Hahahaha. Oh, well. They’ll have to suck it up.

Yep. So now is not the time, but if (and I have no idea HOW) I became pregnant, I would deal with it. I’d figure it out, somehow.

Expect the Unexpected (via Maggie Mae’s Days)

LOVE this. Had to share it.

Expect the Unexpected I know I've heard many a person say, "You never know what to expect". ¬†Time and time again I've heard those words or uttered them myself in relation to various situations, circumstances and events. This has always held true in my personal experiences in life so far… Just when you think you know, you find out in reality you really have no idea… But you see, life always has a way of changing on ya… the path in the road winding in a different … Read More

via Maggie Mae's Days

Sushi Surprise

My brother is awesome. He’s 4 years younger than me, and a lot of time, you’d think he’s 4 years older than me. He takes such good care of his big sister. He looks out for me like an older brother would. Or like a dad. He definitely gets that from our dad. The protector. There’s really nothing that he denies me when it’s in his power. Of course, I treat him the same way, but I’m supposed to. I mean I want to as well, but I’m the older one. I guess it’s give and take. We give to each other as needed, and we take turns being the big, bad (but good), protective, problem-solving sibling.

I had a bit of a rough week. Things didn’t really go as well as I’d hoped or expected. Bad things happened, good things I expected sort of fell through. I ended up a bit out of sorts. When I needed to talk to someone about what was going on, he answered the call. He listened, commented, made me laugh, laughed with me, and we both kind of concluded that life sort of snowballs people sometimes. At one point, he said, “Boyyy, life really ain’ playin’ wit’ you!” We had a good laugh.

On Thursday, I needed a ride from work. Mum was able to get me, but she needed to be to work 2.5 hours later, so she took me home (to my grandmother’s) with her, and I waited for her to be ready for work. Then, she’d drop me off before going to work. Well, my brother and one of our sisters met up at Grams’. He said he could take me home. Mum sent us out to get some Krazy Glue, so I took the opportunity to pick up a cabbage and some corn to complete a meal. (I’ll blog on that next week.) After the quick errand, he took me home.

He did some laundry for me on Sunday. A few pairs of jeans, one or two shirts, and towels. He had been riding around with the clean stuff in his car, waiting to see me. I definitely forgot them in his car. It was probably about 9pm when I realized this. I was on Skype with Babe, and exclaimed, saying bad words. I told her why. I was really annoyed. It added to my frustration from earlier when I didn’t know if I’d have a way home (without having to walk or cycle in the rain), my sister saying something to me that I didn’t like, being hungry, etc. I called my brother and asked if he was at my aunt’s (because she lives about 3 driving minutes away from me). He said he wasn’t, but asked what I needed. I told him I forgot the clothes. He immediately said, “Oh, I could just bring them to you.” Just like that. No big deal. I was relieved. My mood improved. I went back to chatting with Babe.

About an hour later, I heard his car pull up, and he said my name in the military/police type of way that only he and our dad do. Well, occasionally our mother. Anyway, I went rushing out the door. He said, “You’re gettin’ a lil more than you bargained for.” I said, “Oh, ok,” having¬†absolutely¬†no idea what he meant. I got to the car, and there was an old friend. I hadn’t seen her in AGES. I was happy and surprised to see her, and we chatted briefly as Alan helped me to get control of the clean goodness in my arms. THEN, he showed me what he brought me. SUSHI. He told me to go ahead with the clothes, and he’s come behind with the sushi.

Now, I love sushi. I hardly ever get it. It’s fairly expensive here (as compared to what I’m used to paying in Canada), and there are only a few places that do it, and even fewer that do it well. Well, he opened the carry-out plate and showed me the rolls and sashimi. Yummm. I was SO happy. I’d just told Babe that I was hungry, and was trying to figure out what to make. It was already kind of late to be eating, but I needed SOMEthing. As always, my brother was there. Right on time. That little bit of kindness was the world to me. Clean towels and clothes. One of my favourite things to eat. Warm, happy feelings. And a smile.

Is there someone in your life who tends to sort of “save” it? Do you have a faux-dad? Who does the unexpected and makes you smile?

Husbands and Children Are Funny

This post, from Blogging Dangerously, is just too hilarious not to share.

Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately

1.¬†Last Friday night I was thrown into¬†Twitter Jail.¬† I walked out of my office and my husband asked, “What’s wrong?” I told him and he said, “Don’t get your hopes up.”¬† Apparently he’s ALSO aware of what’s expected of him in Twitter Jail.

2. My 6 year old daughter got my mediterranean genes (okay, I’m only 25% italian but my husband is PASTY!) and gets extremely tan in the summer.¬† The other night my husband (a staunch Republican) commented on how brown she’d gotten.¬† “I may be brown, but I still don’t like Barack Obama!” she said.¬† We all laughed hysterically but I was pretty proud of the fact that she’s made it to 6 years old and thinks that the only difference between the races is a healthy application of sun screen

3. It’s been HOT here lately.¬† My home office (i.e. the spare bedroom – which is only spare because the boys and girls share rooms) is about 20 degrees warmer than the rest of the house because I have to keep the door shut to keep the¬†creeps¬†kids out so I’ve taken to wearing my new sportsbras as shirts.¬† I just walked into the kitchen and my husband looked at me like he needed something, “Yes?” I asked.¬† Then I recognized the look he was giving me. “I mean ‘No.'” I told him.¬† He laughed and said, “What do you mean porkchop?”

4. I’m making my sons write stories every day that fill at least one page of an 8.5″x11″ notebook.¬†My husband thinks¬†it’s summer vacation and I’m¬†mean.¬† The first day the boys¬†bitched and moaned and called me names and turned in stories that were 5 lines of text with 23 lines of “illustrations.”¬† And then they got into it.¬†Two days ago my oldest wrote a story about alien invaders being repelled by an incumbent army.¬† In the last paragraph it’s revealed that the “alien invaders” are actually microbes and the incumbent army are actually white blood cells!¬†¬† Take that Mister “It’s Summer Can’t You Just Leave Them Alone?”

5. I took the kids to the beach today but my husband stayed home to do some yardwork, including shaping some of the shrubbery in our front yard.¬† We got home late and the kids were exhausted but as we passed by one of the bushes my 4yo glanced up, nodded and said, “Nice Haircut.” and kept walking.

6. I shouldn’t have laughed but at¬†dinner tonight my¬†4yo daughter excused herself very politely to go to the bathroom.¬† She walked down the¬†hall but came back immediately.¬† I looked at her curiously.¬† “I thought I¬†had to poop but I just had to toot.” she said.

7. We went out for dinner on Friday night to a very old and historic pizzeria in the North End of Boston.¬†¬†The food was delicious and after a day of walking through the city we were exhausted.¬† We¬†all sat there¬†in a food coma until my daughter¬†said, “Let’s blow this clam shack.”

8. Saturday my husband’s friend and his new¬†wife met us at the beach for a day of sun and fun.¬† Then we moved inside¬†for dinner and several drinks. (I¬†was drinking Diet Coke.)¬† When it was time to leave I¬†took the driver’s seat.¬† My son asked for help buckling his¬†car seat.¬† My husband reached¬†over the center console from the passenger¬†side.¬† “I can’t get it.” he told my son.¬† “I bet those beers didn’t help.” my son answered.

9. My sons started football tonight.  My son Рwho cannot sit still for .3 seconds Рlistened to the offense and then answered every single question correctly about where the ball was, was supposed to be and where the holes are.  Alle-fucking-luiah I think we finally found something that can match his enthusiasm.

10. My ipad shipped from China.¬† It is on a 12+ hour flight to California.¬† I KNOW this and yet I have clicked refresh on the tracking site approximately 75,000 times since it left at 7am this morning.¬† I am to get to 100,000 because… iPAD. *squee*

 

This Is My Life

Beaches

Fruit smoothies

Cuddles

Breakfast with Babe

FamJam at my great-grandmother’s house

Flip-flops

Short skirt

Short hair

Playing with cousins

Chatting with my brother

Wine at lunch with the fam

Funny conversations with my dad

Full plate of food leading to a full tummy

Raspberry iced tea made by Ma

Aunties baked veggies

Singing Happy Birthday for my 17 year old cousin

Long drives

Feeding fish in the pond

Long distance calls to Drew

Watching little 1yr old Nicholas play

Taking food home to share with Babe

Watching movies

More cuddles

Falling asleep in Babe’s arms

…THIS IS MY LIFE (on a Sunday)