Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
First day for the kids at daycare and I can see I chose the right daycare. Why? This is around the corner and on my way to work! Granted I can drive in any direction in this city and hit a Tim Horton's but this one is really close.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
And I am still sick. I have been going to work but I am weak and achy still. Just want to sleep.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
I am tired again. Must rest.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Friday, June 17, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I got a huge amount done today! Had a court date. Ex now has to pay me $200 less every month. It is going to make it very tough to make it but I know I can. I also filed a bunch of receipts and forms that were supposed to be done a long time ago. It is a good feeling to get things done that I had not had a chance to get to.
Kids are almost out of school. Tomorrow is a trip to the beach! And I am not working! Day off! Whooo hooooo! I love spending time with my kids. They are the best!
30 minutes on the mini trampoline
Monday, June 13, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
And now the pictures. It was pouring so my makeup is all running down and smudged on my face! You can see in the first picture where my hair was. It was just past my shoulders.
It was amazing! I had hundreds of people cheering for me. I am SO glad I did it. It feels great and I just may keep it this was for the summer!
Than you to all of you for you wonderful comments. It has meant so much. In total I raised $1, 400 for the Canadian Cancer Society. It is worth every hair on my head!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Future dateable man will ...
love my kids like they were his own, be able to laugh, realize he is never going to be # 1 in my life because my kids are, like to spend time with my family (because they are wonderful, caring and genuine people), like cats, understand when I want to spend a night by myself, love the library, and never want to stop learning, be content to spend the night at home, clean up after himself, love his family, believe in Santa, Easter Bunny and wishing on stars, hold doors for me, like classical music (or at least not make fun of me when I listen to it), teach me all the cool things that he knows, eat vegetables, take vitamins, go see a doctor annually, take good care of his body, be able to cook an entire meal, love camping, like to feed the ducks, take in stray animals and find good homes for them, know what making love is, not laugh at my bald head, like my tattoo, like Seinfeld and will watch reruns with me, hate that women are being exploited s#xually and never suggest we watch p*rn together, be a good driver, shower everyday, wear deodorant, keep his house clean but not so clean it looks like a show home, like live theatre, make going to the grocery store a date, know some days I need space, love me if I get MS, Cancer, Alzheimers or ALS. And will still love me when all the fireworks and stars are gone and we are both saggy, slow and feeble.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
A glass of wine (or 2) can do lots on a girl's outlook on life and so I come up with my new dating profile if I was to ever go back on Lavelife or Match.com (which I won't).
I am not interested in your sorry ass if you...
live with your mom, do drugs, drink too much, don't own a vehicle, are out of work (other than for health reasons), eat fast food more than once a week, treat you mom like shit, don't pay child support, want me to swallow, have long hair, will let your dog watch us have s#x, don't say please or thank you, don't hold doors for old people, ignore your kids, watch lots of TV, are into thr##somes (sorry I am not b!s#xual), are into "dom!nating" me, want me to "dom!nate" you, are always late, don't take care of your body and eat crap all the time, have anger issues, have a prison record, think you are God's gift to women, want to spend every waking minute with me (I need space!), live in a pig sty, are mean to animals, think it is ok to go see another woman for the weekend while you are dating me even if you are just friends, lie, steal, want me to serve you dinner after I have worked all day, don't want kids, have a problem with spirituality, are rude to waitresses and don't tip. Furthermore, you better be able to handle a woman that "knows what she wants" (Note- that term seems to be a favorite among men in dating profiles) because I know what I want! So don't piss me off because I will dump your sorry ass because I am very happy with the person I am. It took forever but I am never going to change for anyone (not just a man) again.
Oh yeah. You better like bald women becuase I am going to be one.
Note-The above post may or may not reflect the true feelings of Barbara. Her kids are away for the night and she has had a little to much wine.
Monday, June 06, 2005
I met BJ in a Yahoo game room. It wasn't a "chat room" but for some reason we started up a conversation that night. We became good friends. We talked on messenger and had the occasional phone call. BJ was there for me through some of the most difficult days of my life and I was there for him. (He lost his girlfriend a year prior to meningitis.) We didn't talk a lot, maybe 2 or 3 times a month. We laughed, cried, flirted and goofed off.
When I met the former boyfriend I felt I needed to tell him about my relationship with BJ. The former boyfriend was convinced BJ had a thing for me. So I stopped e mailing BJ. This is not a post to bash the former boyfriend. I am a woman who makes her own decisions and I made the decision to push BJ aside. It was a wrong decision.
A couple nights ago I had a very vivid dream about BJ and I woke up feeling very sad because I had burned a bridge. I never thought I would find him again but I sent him an e mail to an old address. He wrote back within 3 hours. He had missed me too.
I regret the decision I made because BJ and I have always been and will always be kindred spirits. I have never met him in person but our spirits are connected in a deep and true friendship.
I am thankful that God has allowed him to become a part of my life and I will never push him away again.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
The relay is now only 5 days away! But I am too tired today to be excited.
And later in the day...
I just woke up from a nap of sorts and I am feeling better. Any parent knows that you can't nap when you have kids. Why? One of two things.
1. They are being too loud and keep you awake.
2. They are being too quiet and you are wondering why they are so quiet.
But I do feel more rested. Still in my pajamas and it is 5:20. Think I will just stay in them
Friday, June 03, 2005
Large bags of garbage from the 70's and 80's.
I found some of it today. I had forgot it was there so when I stumbled across it was a very ugly discovery. It started with my son's track and field day. He didn't want to go because he isn't "a fast enough runner". (his words.) That's when I found the garbage. It was in bags called insecurity, low self-worth and self-esteem. I had quite forgot it was there shoved way back in the closet of my mind. I did't know what to say to my son so I asked him if he wanted to stay home. He said he didn't because his team needed him. So I sent him off this morning with words of encouragement and to just have fun. When I picked him up I could tell it had not gone well. He was feeling awful. I asked him how the day went and he said he didn't get a single ribbon. I had a long chat with him about some people are really good at some things while others are better at others. These are the things I found out while growing up that I didn't know when I was his age. And trust me, it's true. My son is excellent in Tae Kwon Do and has natural ability. He was reading at a 4th grade level in grade 1. He is also a true humanitarian. The most generous of spirits. So he doesn't excel at track and field. No big deal right? Right. But to a 9 year old it is a big deal and I don't know how to show him this lesson. I don't want him to struggle with the same feelings of worthlessness that I did at his age. At the end of the conversation I told him that running really fast was only ever going to be important if he was being chased by a great big dog and the dog was going to bite his butt. He laughed. I really hope he understood what I was trying to tell him. And that he wont find the same bags of garbage in the back of his closet when he is my age.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Going into work on your day off sucks. That is how I spent yet another day off. I am getting really tired of doing it but I never actually say no when I am asked. When the owner comes up to my desk and asks me to work (so she can have a day off) it isn't easy to say no. This woman has fired people for lesser offences. So in I went hoping to catch up on filing invoices but the general manager asked me if I had an hour to spare. I didn't, but said sure. She gave me a mammoth sized filing job. It took me over 4 hours just to get my head around it and make a very small and insignificant dent. Then other co-workers are getting pissed off at me for following through with something the manager told me not to do this morning. All damn day I was asked to page a certain employee but the manager said he was not to be disturbed and all the other coworkers got pissed off at me! It wasn't my fucking idea to allow his phone to be on do not disturb all freaking day!
Anyway, it was a shit day. I am tired. Nobody should be allowed to go into work and spend the whole fucking day on do not disturb! When this happens at the place I work for you are not even allowed to ask then a simple question. Fucking stooooopid.
Anyway. Kvetch is over. Your turn. Tell me about the stupid rules at your workplace. Or anything else that is pissing you off.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
I just hit $1000.00 for my head shave. Can you believe it!? I am overwhelmed.
I can't sleep. I could have a glass of wine or an ativan but neither appeals so here I am. And what am I going to write about? Daddy Long Legs. Do you have any idea how much I love these spiders? They have to be the cutest spider around. Even their name makes me smile. Go ahead. Say "Daddy Long Legs" and try not to smile. They walk around on legs as thin as a piece of hair and that cute little ball for a body. I remember being about 3 and sitting under the back stairs where I would play with them. (Yes, perhaps I was an odd little girl.) I never did the typical childhood game of pulling off the legs. I would just sit and let them crawl on my hand and then set them free again. As an adult I am a big fan of spiders. Yes, some of them are ugly but they can't help it. They are amazing creatures. If I see one in my home I do one of two things. I watch it for a while then go about my life or I catch it, show it to my kids then set her free outside where I know she will be happy.
Does anyone else love spiders? Please tell me I am not the only one!