Friday, July 30, 2010

The end of a friendship.

I don't ask for allot. Really, I don't. Just do what you say, and say what you mean. Be honest. It's not that hard, really. I just can't see myself being your friend, if I can't trust you, or take you at your word.
With that said, I've decided to remove my friendship from someone. I just can't trust this person anymore. They've lied to me so many times, and broken so much trust. I feel so betrayed, and confused. I'm not sure what I did to this person to deserve an endless amount of lies.
I've stopped wishing this person well. I've stopped caring. They can go crawl in a hole for all I care, in fact, I really wish they would, then I wouldn't have to hear their rants anymore, just to find out that they're just more lies.
You're probably asking who this person is. And because it doesn't bother me to spew their lies all over the internet, I will tell you.
Mr. Weatherman.
Now, I've been boycotting the 14 day forecast for quite sometime. I understand that no man can predict anymore than 2 days in advance without simply guessing, and heck, even I could do that. I'll compromise my expectations even further, by laying down my need to know tomorrows weather. But Mr. Weatherman, is it too much to ask, that you predict TODAYS weather? I mean, really??
You say it's going to rain and it's scorching hot. I went to the zoo with my kids the other week and wore jeans and a tshirt, and nearly died of heat stroke, because there wasn't a cloud in the sky. You say it's going to be sunny and hot, so I invite a friend over to tan in my backyard, and we freeze and get soaked, because it ends up being cloudy and rainy.
Mr. Weatherman, do you just walk outside and look at the sky and write something down? If so, I could do this myself. When I wake up and see gray clouds in the sky, I too, could predict rain. But it's your job to know what's behind those clouds!! If I look up in the sky and see no clouds, I too, could predict sun. But didn't you go to school to know if there are clouds moving in?
Ultimately, I don't even care. I'm so cold and numb, that there's nothing that could be done to resolve this situation. I think it's just best for everyone, if I walk away. I have many clothes in my closet made for all kinds of weather. I will just arrange my life to assume that chances are, I will have to change, and chances are, there will be many days where I freeze, or melt.
As for you Mr. Weatherman, I don't think we can be friends anymore. I just don't see this working out. It doesn't seem like you're going to change.
Have a nice life.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

update on my last post

Since writing my last post and sharing my deep rooted hatred for Stupidstore, my husband finally released me to shop at my dream store, the glorious, Safeway.
Now, I realize that when intense emotions are involved, the chances of things being exaggerated are pretty high. But I can honestly say, I was in, heaven.
We had no list, and the plan was to have no plan. To leisurely walk up and down every isle, to take our time, and soak it all in. Would you believe, that in taking our sweet time, and hitting up every single isle, took us all of 30 minutes? People, it's true.
Not only did it take so little time, because, there were 10 isles, instead of 100, but there was nothing to distract us from our goal of picking out groceries. There was no clothing store smack dab in the middle of the warehouse. There was no makeup section the size of a small mansion. It was just, isles of, yep, you guessed it, groceries.
Coming up to the checkout, the lady actually said hello, and no, she didn't stop there. She asked how we were, and told us to have a wonderful day. While she sat there, ringing in our groceries and being pleasant, a guy bagged our groceries. Hubby and I stood there, not knowing what to do with ourselves. We basked in the peace and rest, while our groceries found their way into their bags.
Then, as if we hadn't reached euphoria just yet, we were asked, once all our bagged groceries were in the cart, if we "needed a hand with them." We giggled like school girls and said no, but wondered what on earth that could possibly mean. I've been told that they will actually push your cart to your car, and then proceed to place your bags in your trunk.
This my friends, was solid evidence, that there is a heaven, and that heaven, is found in Safeway.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

I hate sow bugs. They're gross and give me the creepy crawlies. I hate laundry. I can never seem to stay on top of it, and it never ever ends. I hate the wind. I can tolerate and even enjoy all kinds of weather, but wind? I don't understand winds purpose, other than messing up my hair.

I could go on and on with my list of things I hate. We all have things we hate. We can't love everything. The bible even says 'there is a time for hate'. Although, I doubt God was referring to bugs, weather and laundry.

Of all the things I hate, there's one thing that hits number one on the list. In fact, I don't just hate this thing, I loathe it.

And that thing my friends, is......................

To loathe something takes a great amount of energy and determination. Much thought and emotion. To loathe is not just to hate, but to hate greatly, and to feel intense disgust.
Yes, that about sums up how I feel about my long time enemy, Stupidstore.

It's not even that I hate grocery shopping. In fact, I quite enjoy it. Picking out new food, planning in my head all the yummy things I want to make for my family, letting my kids pick treats for the upcoming week, these things are fun to me. However, Stupidstore robs me of all that joy.
Stupidstore is huge, massive, and even when you're running in for just a few things, the massiveness of the building says, hahaha, no no no, you're time is MINE, and I say, you'll be here a while.
Stupidstore is dirt cheap, so on childtax day, welfare day, middle of the month welfare day, payday, and pretty much every other day, everyone wants a piece of Stupidstores cheap action, which means everyday, it's packed, packed, packed.
Stupidstore makes you bag your own groceries. As if cleaning out my fridge to make room for the new groceries, driving there, walking through 50 million isles to find what I need, dropping a ton of money, coming home to unload and put away all the groceries wasn't enough work, they think I need the added exercise of bagging my own groceries. Sure you may call me a priss. But if I wanted to bag my own groceries, I'd get a job at a grocery store.
Stupidstore sells me rotten meat, that stinks up my entire house when I go to cook said meat, and realize it's gone bad, not in my fridge, but in the store. Is it too much to ask that, the STORE keeps tabs on the meat they're selling? Or is it me who's expected to smell the meat before I buy it? This has happened to me so many times, that the sheer thought of buying their meat completely disgusts me.
I know I'm not the only one who loathes this awful place. I know this, because when I'm in that awful place, I'm surrounded by unhappy, annoyed, and generally irritated people. People who like me, do not want to be there.

Some people dream about what they want to be when they grow up. Some people dream of traveling, seeing the world, watching their kids grow up. Me? I dream of the day I get to shop at Safeway. Where the meat is good, where the store is the size of a store and not a warehouse, where the people have smiles on their faces because it's a nice place to work, and, an even nicer place to shop. Where the fruits and vegetables are beautiful colors other than brown, where the lettuce is lively. Where everything is where it should be, where you can run in and run out, where they actually bag your groceries, because ladies and gentlemen, it's what they're paid for. Where life is made a little easier, where the sun shines a little brighter, where heaven seems a little closer.
This is my dream. And some day, my dream will come true, and I will never have to walk into the hell that is Stupidstore ever again.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Outside my window ~
Is a hummingbird feeder, which has received zero hummingbirds thus far, and a big ass pine tree that houses it.

Around the house ~ Things are pretty much in order, except for the laundry, which is busting out of the seams of every room.

I am thankful for ~ Money, and the chance to do things without guilt that we weren't able to do before. And while, there's a piece of me that feels really shallow for saying I'm thankful for money, there's a bigger piece of me that doesn't care.

Pondering these words ~ When Jesus is my portion, a constant friend is He, His eye is on the sparrow, and I KNOW, He watches me.

I am remembering~ Saturday, in the wee hours of the night, when my husband caught some lame punks breaking into our car and ran out of the house like a bat out of hell chasing after them. Good times.

Looking forward to ~ Heading to Calgary with my offspring, seeing the look on my sons face when he sees the moving dinosaurs at the zoo, and riding all sorts of crazy rides with my daughter at Calaway.

I am noticing ~ That I'm getting really sick of the blond hair, which ticks me off because I went through hell and back to get it this way.

I am thinking ~ About the copious amounts of laundry I have to do today, that it's going to suck, and that it's much easier to sit here and write a stupid blog post then get off my butt to do it.

From the kitchen ~ Am finally getting back on track and in some sort of routine. Am trying to cook more often and have supper ready or at least planned when hubby gets home. But, there are still days where everyone asks what's for supper, and mom replies, nothing.

I am going ~ Through Facebook withdrawals, yes, still.

I am hoping ~ That SOME day, I will be able to be a normal person, who washes and dries and puts away laundry, on a consistent basis, and carries on with life.

One of my favorite things ~ Talking to Tina.

I am reading ~ Nothing. I'm not much of a reader, but for the first time in a long time, I actually feel like I should be reading something.

I just saw online ~ That it's supposed to go down to 12 tomorrow. TWELVE. So. Lame.

A picture thought to share ~ My son, the boy.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Things I am thankful for...

-things that can be deep fried.
-the once in a blue moon moment that my kids get along for a few glorious minutes.
-when my son tells me I have a nice bum.
-that our basement has NOT flooded.
-that we don't have a cat, or a dog, or some other various stinky pet.
-for nights we put our kids to bed early.
-that my daughter is a true shopper, knows my style, and helps me pick out things I would like, as well as joins me in making fun of things that are hideous.
-that one day, I will have a new dishwasher.
-my new bikini top.
-the sunny forecast for next weekend.
-the fact that I know well enough to not hold my breath on that forecast.
-that I still date my husband.
-gravol, tylenol, and advil.
-that I'm off facebook and all it's nonsense.