Two beautiful days, and I'm inside, with a fan on, indulging my idea of being a "good" employee; by working on my days off.
Silly woman.
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Saturday, July 9, 2011
Hungover
Why don't I learn? It never pays to play too much. Damn,
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Friday, July 8, 2011
Summertime
Sherkston rocks. My girlfriend bought a new trailer, and she's invited us up for the evening. Her new trailer is the bomb.
Speaking of trailers, I saw one that was in an accident on the highway today. The truck that was pulling it was still recognizable, but the trailer looked like road debris. Swear to goddess, I thought I was looking at tv footage of a tornado damaged trailer park. These things only give the impression of protecting you from the elements. They break the effects of a gentle breeze better than a tent, but that's about it.
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Monday, June 27, 2011
I have some severe issues with aging.
First of all, my brain doesn't work properly anymore. I've heard it said that menopause sucks the nouns right out of your head. The saying is correct. I'm already challenged in the area of speaking, having a bit of a stutter that translates to longer pauses between words. Add to that the flushing of all the blood in my body to my face, looking like my head will explode any minute. And then the loss of nouns tops the whole thing off with a flair that can only be referred to as nihilistic.
And of course, I agonize over anything I say or don't say for weeks, sometimes months, and in a few cases, years. It can elicit a groan and a slap to the forehead, seemingly out of the blue... I get curious sidelong glances from strangers, when this happens in public.
I can't get over how I think my blundering statements might matter to anyone else, though. Do I think myself that special, that those around me will jot down my utterances, for future reference? Full of myself, aren't I?
First of all, my brain doesn't work properly anymore. I've heard it said that menopause sucks the nouns right out of your head. The saying is correct. I'm already challenged in the area of speaking, having a bit of a stutter that translates to longer pauses between words. Add to that the flushing of all the blood in my body to my face, looking like my head will explode any minute. And then the loss of nouns tops the whole thing off with a flair that can only be referred to as nihilistic.
And of course, I agonize over anything I say or don't say for weeks, sometimes months, and in a few cases, years. It can elicit a groan and a slap to the forehead, seemingly out of the blue... I get curious sidelong glances from strangers, when this happens in public.
I can't get over how I think my blundering statements might matter to anyone else, though. Do I think myself that special, that those around me will jot down my utterances, for future reference? Full of myself, aren't I?
does this work?
Does it work?
April Campbell-McMillan
470 Ridout Street N.
London, Ontario, N6A 2P7
Phone (519) 473-2961
Fax (519) 473-1936
april@lumenessence.ca
Mobile 289-969-3613
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
things better left unsaid
here I am, with a mouth bigger than my brain, again.
Chatty cathy, that's me...
busier than I don't know what, and I have time to blog? what the heck is wrong with me?
Chatty cathy, that's me...
busier than I don't know what, and I have time to blog? what the heck is wrong with me?
Sunday, November 1, 2009
halloween 09
well, I guess this is me being happy that I have friends. I'm way too insecure for friends, but I seem to be able to hide it well.
started out as a pirate, and soon tossed the sword and eye-patch and became a gypsy. Scotty won the "best costume" as Ozzy Osbourne, he had the mannerisms down pat, but the costume really wasn't good enough for a win, it was because we controlled the applause, and he was the only one of us gutsy enough to enter the contest. Tuna wasn't too happy, Jack thought. Pair of tickets to a Leafs game.
Theresa and Donna each wore a name tag that said "Jean", and described themselves as a "pair of jeans". Woodsy was a pimp, Danny was a cook, Tommy was guru Pitka, Rico was a skeleton, Ski-Man was a hippy, (I think), and Jack went as a devil. Jack actually drove us home, and probably shouldn't have. Almost took the front end of my car off at the Saucer.
Got home to find that I was a bad mommy...Kyle's fever was back, and he wanted me to sleep with him. Didn't get to eat my saucer food, after all.
Stayed in bed all morning, no sleep, but got some sugar. Steaks tonight. mmm... blood.
started out as a pirate, and soon tossed the sword and eye-patch and became a gypsy. Scotty won the "best costume" as Ozzy Osbourne, he had the mannerisms down pat, but the costume really wasn't good enough for a win, it was because we controlled the applause, and he was the only one of us gutsy enough to enter the contest. Tuna wasn't too happy, Jack thought. Pair of tickets to a Leafs game.
Theresa and Donna each wore a name tag that said "Jean", and described themselves as a "pair of jeans". Woodsy was a pimp, Danny was a cook, Tommy was guru Pitka, Rico was a skeleton, Ski-Man was a hippy, (I think), and Jack went as a devil. Jack actually drove us home, and probably shouldn't have. Almost took the front end of my car off at the Saucer.
Got home to find that I was a bad mommy...Kyle's fever was back, and he wanted me to sleep with him. Didn't get to eat my saucer food, after all.
Stayed in bed all morning, no sleep, but got some sugar. Steaks tonight. mmm... blood.
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