it’s 4pm
I am sitting in my living room having just returned from a picnic in the bush with Chris, the kids and the dogs.
Inexplicably I smell bacon.
Like freshly cooked bacon. All warm and chewy.
But.
We have no bacon.
I don’t think we even have any ham.
We’re having basmati rice and currie chicken for dinner.
No bacon.
I want bacon.
Bacon good.
Jon you should avert your eyes…I know how you feel about the whiney posts. And this one will be slightly on the whiney side
I’ll write this today, because I know I don’t get much traffic on a Saturday anymore. And I just need to vent AND what the hell are blogs for if NOT to vent.
So…I think I made one of the biggest mistakes in my life. We should’nt have moved here. We should’ve stayed where we were. We would probably have sold the house (it needed to go) paid off the truck and rented a place for a while. And things would have somewhat stayed the same.
Now, I feel like I’m really and truly stuck here. It’s totally in my nature to plop a FOR SALE on the front long and hi-tail it at the first decent offer (real estate is picking up around here our house is already worth a lot more than we paid for it) pay off the truck and find somewhere nice to live. (Southern Alberta?)
You see, I moved here to be closer to my family. A family I rarely saw because we lived so far away. However, I think I saw them MORE OFTEN when I lived 6 hours away! Plus right now I’m not speaking to half my family (don’t even get me started on that topic) the one person (a sister..not Feffie) that I am speaking to has an autistic son and basically cannot leave her house. Noah hates going over there cause he is constantly bullied but the autistic kid. So we avoid it. My mother was gone for 2 months this winter..came home saw my children maybe 3 times and now that we aren’t speaking? You’d think she’d still try to see the kids….NOPE. Nothing.
And then there’s this fucking restaurant. I think opening a diner is great, if your kids are 12 & up. My children NEVER see their father. He works 6 days a week (only taking TUESDAY off) he’s gone before they wake up and often doesn’t return home until bedtime. This is not something they are used to. They’re used to Chris working 4 or 5 (tops!) days a week and always always always being home for dinner. ALWAYS.
It sounds so childish and bitter..but…I hate it here. And I can’t leave. Chris’s father followed us up here and I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s sick. Like cancer sick and he just hasn’t told us yet. My spidey senses have been tingling for a while now.
So I am slightly psychotic, I feel manic. I miss my old life. And right now I can’t see the future. I don’t think I can stay here. But I don’t think we can leave.
I’m stuck.
We’ve been having some adjustments as we move to a new host server for Complete Running, and our DNS entry things are all mixed up. So some of you may see this and some won’t and some won’t really care. But Pam can’t access her site, and she forgot that I still have a password.
And now I run her site. BWAHAHAHAHA!
So don’t delete the bookmarks and subscriptions just yet. Pam will be back as soon as the sled dogs can reach her IP in the barren wasteland where she lives, and tell them to update the damn DNS so Pam can connect.
Oh yeah, and Pam says she running. When she comes back, say how proud you are of her for running (even though we all know its total bologna).
And Feffie, if you are reading this, I wish you were coming to Around the Bay with Pam so I could meet you too. And if Pam doesn’t show up, I’m going to be so sad, I’ll probably jump in Lake Ontario and drown myself. That is Lake Ontario near Hamilton isn’t it?
For the last few years me and my family have been ILL for xmas. Last year we had a stomach bug…a bad one. We vomited away our xmas day and boxing day. The first spew of the season was xmas eve. I believe Chris had hard boiled eggs all alone for xmas dinner.
This year we all seemed to get a cold earlier in the month and I assumed we made it. Everyone was happy and healthy until Wednesday. That’s when Noah first puked. It came and went all week. Diarrhea and a little vomit here and there. He would fine one day and then ill the next. It was like Xmas was playing with us. A cruel cruel joke. Thursday night Brendan was up in the washroom about 5 times and then finally puked at about 5am. Ugh. Here it comes, I thought. Another xmas with our heads in a bucket.
But no, it wasn’t nearly that bad. We had several trips to the washroom during our xmas gathering, but there was only one vomit episode. Which belonged to Noah and was induced by whipped cream combined with coughing.
there were NO FEVERS this year. NO asthma, NO all over body chills. NO nyquil! No pepto bismal!
It just didn’t feel like a usual dingdong xmas….thank GOD for that.
Karen In Calgary tagged me…so here goes.
5 random facts about me….
My xmas shopping is less half done. I am TERRIFIED of heights If I could? I would exsist on snacks alone I hate getting my hair cut I can move my ears
Soo I think I will tag whoever wants to be tagged cause I am relatively sure most everyone has done this one already
