Wednesday, March 30, 2011
7th Day of March
Well it's the 30th of March, and our back yard is still covered in snow. Even, the trees are confused. Patrick and I just spent the last three days in Victora. Not Australia, but B.C. We left Sunday morning on an 8:00 am flight. We arrived to a beautiful Sunday morning in Victoria. Took a shuttle to our hotel "The Empress" around 9:30 am and they kindly let us check in. Good thing, because both Patrick and I needed a nap. (there's a reason I love this boy) So we got up and headed down town. First stop was Chinatown for dim sum. We looked for the smallest, dirtiest place (they usually have the best food). And kudos to us for not ordering too much. Usually we come away with enough food for 6 other meals. The lady said there was some great onion pancakes we should try - but Patrick figured out that one - she must have been trying to get rid of left overs from the night before~!!!!! We toured most of down town and then headed back to our hotel. Put the packages away, cleaned up and walked across the street for supper at Milestones. That was the best steak I've had in a long time. Then we walked around the harbour, til i felt it was getting to late and a little scary at night. Sometimes, I think Patrick doesn't realize the danger out there (or maybe I was over reacting) Monday morning, we were up bright and early and headed by cab to the Unversity. After all, that really is the reason we made the trip; Patrick got conditionally accepted and this was their open house for Calgary students. We sat through two lectures; one from a grad student on cave art. She was so enthusiastic and excited, it almost made me want to start studying it. The second lecture was from a retired professor, who still lectures; (haven't figured that one out) his subject was on micro biology. I probably would have got more out of the course, but I couldn't get over the fact that he looked exactly like David Susuki. He explained how every year there is a new disease being introduced into society. How refreshing! After the lectures and some muffins and beverages, we broke into groups and went on a tour of the actual facility. I loved it and Patrick did too. It was funny because the tour guides were complaining about how cold it was and I was heating up the entire time in my coat. Patrick was even in shorts and no coat. I even got a little bit of sunburn from this walkabout. Then we were back in another meeting room for a pasta buffett. After lunch, the parents and students had an opportunity to visit different booths and ask any questions they might have about the following year. We even heard from other Calgary students who have been attending U of Vic. This brought us to about 2:15, and then we boarded a double decker bus, for a tour of the city. Very cool. Heard about some of the history, seen the landscape, and got a chance to rest my feet!!!!! The tour ended right in front on the Empress Hotel (cool, cause that is where we are staying) Grabbed a quick nap (it was a long day) and then headed to one of the meeting rooms in our hotel for finger food, conversation and prizes. Darn, we didnt' win a thing. (even a eco clip board, would have been something), but it was a very impressive day put on by the university. Needless to say, I didn't need any rocking Monday night. Tuesday morning we slept in (until 9:00 am) Patrick made a quick trip to McD's for our egg mcmuffins. We slowly ate and got ready for our last day in this beautiful city. We checked out of our hotel; boarded our luggage and walked; and we walked and we walked. Patrick wanted to hit the local soccer store; it was a 22 minutes bus ride. We did most of it by foot. We were going to stop at a couple of malls first; then grab the bus. I didn't buy anything on this outting, but Patrick came away with some good deals. Boy can that kid shop! By the time we got back to our hotel, we still had a couple of hours before our shuttle bus came, so we used some of the University coupons and hit the IMAX. I can't remember the movie title, but it was about caves and collecting micro organisms for research. I think Patrick slept through most of it. We back in Calgary by 10:28 (right on time) and Bill and Maya picked us up at the airport. Now it's time to place catch up (on sleep, laundry, work and sleep) Hopefully the next few days won't be too hectic!!! Yeah to Victoria (I brought home the classifieds, in case we want to look at condo's for sale) Stacey
Saturday, March 19, 2011
6th Day of March
This has been a very very busy week. But out of all the days, Thursday was the most interesting. After 2 years on a list, I finally got in to see a new psyhic lady. I had got her name from two different people. She works out of her home; she doesn't charge, although she does accept donations which are used towards organizations for abused woman and children. I spent an entire hour in her presence. She explains what she is doing; and how it works. she also asks a lot of questions. To some people, (or sceptics) they would say this is how she is figuring out her information. To this I say - maybe on some things. But this lady told me things that could not be found out with clues; investigating the internet (Bill's theory) or guessing - . I don't have all the answers from the reading yet; but I have transcribed the tape; and hopefully when something happens I can say "Oh yes; Margaret mentioned this might happen." My Dad came through; and my mother-in-law finally came through; I asked about Uncle Len, but she said it was too early. She "guessed" Ashley's personality and her relationship with her Dad. And she also did the same for Patrick and his relationship with his Dad. She told me i was a lovely, lovely lady (so I knew the reading was going to be exact!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She mentioned that Bill and I might be moving. (there is no way she could have known that we had gone to look at condo's the previous weekend) I came away from the reading with a deep sense of calmness and tranquility. If you have never been in a house with thousands and thousands of angels, it is a sight to behold.
First thing I did Friday morning, was take Mom to get her stitches out. She got the same doctor, and as stern as he acts, he does have a great sense of humor. Then we popped into the optometrist to get Mom's glasses fixed. So I spent the rest of Friday afternoon, driving Patrick to write exams, and transcribing my reading by Margaret. Then Friday night I was off to dinner with my girlfriend Janice. We didn't have any set in stone plans, so we ended up at Earls in the lounge. Well technically the lounge was full, so we found a couple of seats at the bar. Best decision we ever made. Who knew we were also going to be entertained (and annoyed). We ordered our drinks from the very cute (and very young) bartender. Shortly after that, a creepy drunk began to hang around us - he was a happy drunk, but still creepy (and not at all cute like the bartender). Anyway the bartender offered to throw him out for us; but we told him we could handle it. So the next time he dropped by us, we basically told him he was creepy and to give us some privacy (a little nicer than that). And he graciously did.
Then this young lady (or not that much younger than us) but alone and dressed up, sat down beside us. It didn't take long for two regulars to come and start harrassing her. Despite Janice and I trying to hold our own conversation, you could not help but hear the lines these guys were feeding this lady. Both Janice and I discussed whether we should rescue this lady. We weren't sure if there was a "sisterhood" bar rescue code......... After they bought her a bottle of wine; tipped the bartender $30.00. and some begging on their knees, they finally departed "ladyless" into their limo. We talked to the lady afterwards and she asked why we didn't rescue her!!!!!
So I think between kareokee bars and Earl bar sitting, Janice and I have our entertainment planned for the next little while.
Saturday was a quiet day; Bill had to work; Patrick and I watched a soccer game; and he spent the afternoon in his room; disappointed. Seems his plans with his girlfriend and their one year anniversary fell through. (we all can't have great in laws)
Night
Stacey
First thing I did Friday morning, was take Mom to get her stitches out. She got the same doctor, and as stern as he acts, he does have a great sense of humor. Then we popped into the optometrist to get Mom's glasses fixed. So I spent the rest of Friday afternoon, driving Patrick to write exams, and transcribing my reading by Margaret. Then Friday night I was off to dinner with my girlfriend Janice. We didn't have any set in stone plans, so we ended up at Earls in the lounge. Well technically the lounge was full, so we found a couple of seats at the bar. Best decision we ever made. Who knew we were also going to be entertained (and annoyed). We ordered our drinks from the very cute (and very young) bartender. Shortly after that, a creepy drunk began to hang around us - he was a happy drunk, but still creepy (and not at all cute like the bartender). Anyway the bartender offered to throw him out for us; but we told him we could handle it. So the next time he dropped by us, we basically told him he was creepy and to give us some privacy (a little nicer than that). And he graciously did.
Then this young lady (or not that much younger than us) but alone and dressed up, sat down beside us. It didn't take long for two regulars to come and start harrassing her. Despite Janice and I trying to hold our own conversation, you could not help but hear the lines these guys were feeding this lady. Both Janice and I discussed whether we should rescue this lady. We weren't sure if there was a "sisterhood" bar rescue code......... After they bought her a bottle of wine; tipped the bartender $30.00. and some begging on their knees, they finally departed "ladyless" into their limo. We talked to the lady afterwards and she asked why we didn't rescue her!!!!!
So I think between kareokee bars and Earl bar sitting, Janice and I have our entertainment planned for the next little while.
Saturday was a quiet day; Bill had to work; Patrick and I watched a soccer game; and he spent the afternoon in his room; disappointed. Seems his plans with his girlfriend and their one year anniversary fell through. (we all can't have great in laws)
Night
Stacey
Sunday, March 13, 2011
5th Day of March
Sundays seem to be the best day to find time to write my blog.
I took a look at my 50 list and realized I have a few things I need to get working on. So I started working on my Book of Poems. Ever since the computer became part of our "household", I've kept copies of all my poems, Eulogies, Christmas letters/poems, and one of the goals is to put them all together in a book. It won't be professionally done, or sold at Chapters (Hey if Bruce Hart can make money on a book....) I've got 20 pages already done up with about 29 items. Maybe 20 more to go. Maybe I'm folloiwng in my great grandfather's footsteps. Grandpa Sandy (Alexander) Fraser had a book of Scottish poems made up. He'd probably be rolling in his grave if he could read mine.
I had intended on going out and getting a bit of shopping done today, but that would involve putting on realy clothes and fixing my hair. The hair got washed, but I'm not liking this new style. It seems to just point out everywhere. And this natural color....dark brown.... not sure how long it was last. I finally have all of the color out of it and I am letting the gray grow in. When I look in the mirror, it just doesn't look natural - go figure.
Had our family meeting after supper tonight. I think I have finally trained the son on how to participate - he actually asked Bill for rides a couple of mornings. Usually he waits until the night before.....Some people in this house don't like surprises. And Patrick also told us about soccer practices he needs to be at - or let me rephrase - he wants the car for.
I had a little flash back moment on Saturday night. Patrick went to the senior girls basketball finals at Crescent Heights High School (which just happens to be mine and Bill's old high school) When I was in school, we always went to the games, and they were usually held at Crescent Heights because of the large, great gym. And of course the tv cameras were there. I tried to look and see the son (he was working his sports med hours) who was sitting with the team. Seems the camera man was just focused on the game!!!! (shot from the same side as the teams were sitting)
Well a busy week is ahead. Extra preschool work hours and at least 7 visit to the card "stores."
I better get on that laundry so I have time to read before bed.
Night
Stacey
I took a look at my 50 list and realized I have a few things I need to get working on. So I started working on my Book of Poems. Ever since the computer became part of our "household", I've kept copies of all my poems, Eulogies, Christmas letters/poems, and one of the goals is to put them all together in a book. It won't be professionally done, or sold at Chapters (Hey if Bruce Hart can make money on a book....) I've got 20 pages already done up with about 29 items. Maybe 20 more to go. Maybe I'm folloiwng in my great grandfather's footsteps. Grandpa Sandy (Alexander) Fraser had a book of Scottish poems made up. He'd probably be rolling in his grave if he could read mine.
I had intended on going out and getting a bit of shopping done today, but that would involve putting on realy clothes and fixing my hair. The hair got washed, but I'm not liking this new style. It seems to just point out everywhere. And this natural color....dark brown.... not sure how long it was last. I finally have all of the color out of it and I am letting the gray grow in. When I look in the mirror, it just doesn't look natural - go figure.
Had our family meeting after supper tonight. I think I have finally trained the son on how to participate - he actually asked Bill for rides a couple of mornings. Usually he waits until the night before.....Some people in this house don't like surprises. And Patrick also told us about soccer practices he needs to be at - or let me rephrase - he wants the car for.
I had a little flash back moment on Saturday night. Patrick went to the senior girls basketball finals at Crescent Heights High School (which just happens to be mine and Bill's old high school) When I was in school, we always went to the games, and they were usually held at Crescent Heights because of the large, great gym. And of course the tv cameras were there. I tried to look and see the son (he was working his sports med hours) who was sitting with the team. Seems the camera man was just focused on the game!!!! (shot from the same side as the teams were sitting)
Well a busy week is ahead. Extra preschool work hours and at least 7 visit to the card "stores."
I better get on that laundry so I have time to read before bed.
Night
Stacey
Friday, March 11, 2011
Day 4 of March
What a very hectic day. Why is it when you have a plan, something always happens to change it. So much for being organized.
First thing this morning I received a call from Mom. She sounded chipper and I asked what she was up to. "I bashed in my head" she said. Now it's not that I didn't believe her but like I said she was chipper and laughed when she told me. So she put the nurse on the phone, Bruce. Seems Mom took a topple in the kitchen and she fell and hit her head. Bruce was pretty sure she was going to need stitches in her head.
I rushed over to the seniors center and sure enough Mom was sitting in her chair - big bandage on her forhead; side of her head and her hand. Took her to the near by clinic and bless their hearts, despite being booked solid, a nurse came out and told the receptionist to slip us in.
Seven stitches later;----- I finally got the story straight from mom. Seems she had just finished potting plants and was coming back to clean up her mess. She noticed dirt on the floor and bent over to clean it up and that's when she lost her balance. The doctor figures she must have hit her head on her eye glasses first because the gash on her head was done with something sharp. When mom lifted her head off the floor she was bleeding quite a bit. She called for help, but of course the walls are not made of paper in this place. Finally after about 10 minutes (in mom time) she scooted on her butt over the to door and pryed it open. This time when she called for help, seven nurses came running.
As sad as this story is; it is a blessing to know this is the first time she has had to have stitches. I think she has fallen a couple of times in the past ten years. And thankfully, she didn't trip over her air tubes; they seem to always get in the way.
The sad part of the story has nothing to do with Mom's physical health. As we were waiting in the doctors office, mom and I were discussing a few things and I realized how much her memory was going. She repeated a story she had told me for the third time; commented about a poem I returned to her, that she lent me and she couldn't remember ever seeing it before; and I had sent a picture to mom in the mail. She didn't recognize anyone in the picture - including me and my cousins. thankfully I had the good sense not to argue with her or remind her of these things she didn't remember. Out of concern I did ask her if she new what day it was today - and she did. I guess for 87 she's doing pretty well. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for families to watch loved ones who have to deal with dementia or alzheimers at an early age.
My goal is to make sure when Mom does have flashbacks, we make the most of what she can remember.
I called Mom to see how she was feeling tonight. What a trooper. She's doing fine and the nurses will check on her every hour.
"Memories, like the corners of my mind.
Misty water colored memories.......
Of the way we were......"
Night
S
First thing this morning I received a call from Mom. She sounded chipper and I asked what she was up to. "I bashed in my head" she said. Now it's not that I didn't believe her but like I said she was chipper and laughed when she told me. So she put the nurse on the phone, Bruce. Seems Mom took a topple in the kitchen and she fell and hit her head. Bruce was pretty sure she was going to need stitches in her head.
I rushed over to the seniors center and sure enough Mom was sitting in her chair - big bandage on her forhead; side of her head and her hand. Took her to the near by clinic and bless their hearts, despite being booked solid, a nurse came out and told the receptionist to slip us in.
Seven stitches later;----- I finally got the story straight from mom. Seems she had just finished potting plants and was coming back to clean up her mess. She noticed dirt on the floor and bent over to clean it up and that's when she lost her balance. The doctor figures she must have hit her head on her eye glasses first because the gash on her head was done with something sharp. When mom lifted her head off the floor she was bleeding quite a bit. She called for help, but of course the walls are not made of paper in this place. Finally after about 10 minutes (in mom time) she scooted on her butt over the to door and pryed it open. This time when she called for help, seven nurses came running.
As sad as this story is; it is a blessing to know this is the first time she has had to have stitches. I think she has fallen a couple of times in the past ten years. And thankfully, she didn't trip over her air tubes; they seem to always get in the way.
The sad part of the story has nothing to do with Mom's physical health. As we were waiting in the doctors office, mom and I were discussing a few things and I realized how much her memory was going. She repeated a story she had told me for the third time; commented about a poem I returned to her, that she lent me and she couldn't remember ever seeing it before; and I had sent a picture to mom in the mail. She didn't recognize anyone in the picture - including me and my cousins. thankfully I had the good sense not to argue with her or remind her of these things she didn't remember. Out of concern I did ask her if she new what day it was today - and she did. I guess for 87 she's doing pretty well. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for families to watch loved ones who have to deal with dementia or alzheimers at an early age.
My goal is to make sure when Mom does have flashbacks, we make the most of what she can remember.
I called Mom to see how she was feeling tonight. What a trooper. She's doing fine and the nurses will check on her every hour.
"Memories, like the corners of my mind.
Misty water colored memories.......
Of the way we were......"
Night
S
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Day 3 of March
Would it be too soon to say, "spring is around the corner?" The weather was warm today, if +8 is considered warm!
Patrick had the day off from school today - parent teacher interviews. He was pretty convincing that his dad and I didn't need to make any appointments. Good thing his marks are staying up there!!!
I was going to comment on a cause at school that Patrick is putting some time and effort into - It is the Pastafarian cause. Now I don't want to go into too much detail about the actual definition of a Pastafarian, so you can google the word to find out what it is all about. Seems Patrick and some of his friends have decided that their school should also be allowed to have this club. His convictions are convincing - but...... I think I'll save the details for anyone who would like a little more information (I promise to fill you in Shaunan)
Both sets of grad pictures have come back for the kids. They turned out well. I always think I need so many pictures, and then when the order comes in, I'm asking myself - "really, did you need this many?"
Looks like Patrick and I will be making a trek out to BC to check out one of the universities. I tried to make it into a spring break holiday, but not everyone was convinved this was a good idea.
Bill thinks we should go looking at condo's this weekend. Why, you might ask? Not sure, but I'm willing to play along - for now!!!!
Patrick also starts his new job this weekend. Black dress, pants, black shoes, white shirt and a tie. If you're eating out at a club, you might keep your eyes open for him.
I know my thoughts are all over the place, but thought I better get a blog in before I started to get reminders on facebook again!!!!!
Peace out!
Stacey
Patrick had the day off from school today - parent teacher interviews. He was pretty convincing that his dad and I didn't need to make any appointments. Good thing his marks are staying up there!!!
I was going to comment on a cause at school that Patrick is putting some time and effort into - It is the Pastafarian cause. Now I don't want to go into too much detail about the actual definition of a Pastafarian, so you can google the word to find out what it is all about. Seems Patrick and some of his friends have decided that their school should also be allowed to have this club. His convictions are convincing - but...... I think I'll save the details for anyone who would like a little more information (I promise to fill you in Shaunan)
Both sets of grad pictures have come back for the kids. They turned out well. I always think I need so many pictures, and then when the order comes in, I'm asking myself - "really, did you need this many?"
Looks like Patrick and I will be making a trek out to BC to check out one of the universities. I tried to make it into a spring break holiday, but not everyone was convinved this was a good idea.
Bill thinks we should go looking at condo's this weekend. Why, you might ask? Not sure, but I'm willing to play along - for now!!!!
Patrick also starts his new job this weekend. Black dress, pants, black shoes, white shirt and a tie. If you're eating out at a club, you might keep your eyes open for him.
I know my thoughts are all over the place, but thought I better get a blog in before I started to get reminders on facebook again!!!!!
Peace out!
Stacey
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Day 2 of March
Thank goodness for relaxing Sundays. Last week was a very hectic week, but a fun one!
Our friend Freddy and his daughter Lizzy arrived safely on Tuesday. Poor Lizzy was sick as a dog though. She went to bed as soon as she arrived and I don't think she left her room until Wednesday morning. The good news was she was feeling much better. So I drove the two of them off to Chinook mall for a day of shopping. No sales tax in Alberta makes shopping that much more appealing. What a good Dad Freddy is for spending the day shopping with a 17 year old girl.
Thursday and Friday the two of them went skiing to Sunshine and Lake Louise. They had a great time in the mountains (nothing quite that size in Montreal) and luckily the weather warmed up just a tad. Friday night they arrived home; quick shower and were off to a Flames game with Bill. I was in bed by the time they got home; Then Saturday morning, they slept in a little bit, and they they were off for a 1/2 day of skiing at Nakiska. Not quite as warm, but just as fun.
Needless to say the two travellers were tired when they got back to our place; but what trooper to join us for dinner with family. Freddy brought up a large brisket of Montreal Smoke Meat from montreal and that along with Poutine; pickles; smokies; Spruce Beer ; wine and cheesecakes of all types, everyone was full. Freddy tells great stories and kept up laughing with his tales of his son and friends.
Bill drove them to airport around 11:00 and thankfully their flight was on time; no delays and have since arrived home - to no doubt relax.
I woke up around 3:00 am to discover Bill was awake and uncomfortable with having such a big meal close to bed. So we did what any married couple, who has been married for 25 years would do - we talked. Bill was going to get up and work on the computer but I convinced him to stay in bed. I got a 2 hour lesson on " horizontal.....well drilling" and what it means to frac." Now some of you might think these are code words for something else; but alas no - I can hold my own in a conversation now about finding the "zone" And through out the conversation, only once did I get a "duh" when I was asking a question.
Needless to say, Bill didn't head out to the gym until 10:00ish; and it was 1:00 pm when I crawled out of bed for the second time. I love these Sundays.
Stacey!
Our friend Freddy and his daughter Lizzy arrived safely on Tuesday. Poor Lizzy was sick as a dog though. She went to bed as soon as she arrived and I don't think she left her room until Wednesday morning. The good news was she was feeling much better. So I drove the two of them off to Chinook mall for a day of shopping. No sales tax in Alberta makes shopping that much more appealing. What a good Dad Freddy is for spending the day shopping with a 17 year old girl.
Thursday and Friday the two of them went skiing to Sunshine and Lake Louise. They had a great time in the mountains (nothing quite that size in Montreal) and luckily the weather warmed up just a tad. Friday night they arrived home; quick shower and were off to a Flames game with Bill. I was in bed by the time they got home; Then Saturday morning, they slept in a little bit, and they they were off for a 1/2 day of skiing at Nakiska. Not quite as warm, but just as fun.
Needless to say the two travellers were tired when they got back to our place; but what trooper to join us for dinner with family. Freddy brought up a large brisket of Montreal Smoke Meat from montreal and that along with Poutine; pickles; smokies; Spruce Beer ; wine and cheesecakes of all types, everyone was full. Freddy tells great stories and kept up laughing with his tales of his son and friends.
Bill drove them to airport around 11:00 and thankfully their flight was on time; no delays and have since arrived home - to no doubt relax.
I woke up around 3:00 am to discover Bill was awake and uncomfortable with having such a big meal close to bed. So we did what any married couple, who has been married for 25 years would do - we talked. Bill was going to get up and work on the computer but I convinced him to stay in bed. I got a 2 hour lesson on " horizontal.....well drilling" and what it means to frac." Now some of you might think these are code words for something else; but alas no - I can hold my own in a conversation now about finding the "zone" And through out the conversation, only once did I get a "duh" when I was asking a question.
Needless to say, Bill didn't head out to the gym until 10:00ish; and it was 1:00 pm when I crawled out of bed for the second time. I love these Sundays.
Stacey!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Day 1 of March
I think this is a very good sign. March 1st and it is my first day of March blog. I'm on a roll.
But, if the beginning of this week is any indication of the rest of the Month - I'm in trouble.
Let's get this darn weather out of the way. It is playing havoc with my life. Although today is supposed to get up to a high of - 19. yeah.
Bill's friend Freddy (friends since elementary school in Montreal) and his daughter were supposed to arrive yesterday for a week's ski holiday. Seems their West Jet flight got cancelled in Montreal. The Air Canada flights made it out.... hmmmmm.
So I had stayed home yesterday (instead of working cards) and sent Patrick to school with my car. I also backed out of soccer so I could make a nice supper. Luckily we were aware of the delay before the roast went in the oven. Quiche and chilli for supper. Bill was going to leave work early (11:00ish) to pick up his friend; since the flight was cancelled, he stayed at work. He arrived home around 7:00 pm feeling like he had the flu------said it hit him around 4:00. I wonder if he could have avoided it had he been able to leave early. K, that was yesterday's rant.
Here's today: Let's just get Charlie Sheen out of the way. Why is it that the "news" type shows are the ones that seem to be facilitating this gentlemans rants. Tonight apparently 20/20 is discussing his situation. Who are we going to be pointing the finger at when Charlie loses his battle to drugs!!! I hope his 2nd (or is it third) wife gets out of there with those kids ASAP.
So it's Tuesday, and I work at the playschool in the morning. With the weather and the poor road conditions, the drive to work took 40 minutues (usually 15-20) When I arrived the teacher's car wasn't there. (she is always there before me) So I'm thinking, she got caught in the horrific traffic. So I enter through the church doors upstairs. Peek in to say good morning to Kim. As I decend down the stairs, Kim runs up to me and asks if I know "There is no play school today." My first reaction is "Oh because it's too cold!" She advises me "no, the teacher is on a course, it's a planned day off!" Maybe I should look at my calendar the night before!!! Well at least I can start my supper planning earlier than expected. Freddy and his daughter arrive just after lunch. Their flight is delayed again, but only by a couple of hours this time.
Will still be doing soccer this afternoon, (this is the last week)
Ok, I think I'm done!!!
Lesson learned!!!
Stacey
But, if the beginning of this week is any indication of the rest of the Month - I'm in trouble.
Let's get this darn weather out of the way. It is playing havoc with my life. Although today is supposed to get up to a high of - 19. yeah.
Bill's friend Freddy (friends since elementary school in Montreal) and his daughter were supposed to arrive yesterday for a week's ski holiday. Seems their West Jet flight got cancelled in Montreal. The Air Canada flights made it out.... hmmmmm.
So I had stayed home yesterday (instead of working cards) and sent Patrick to school with my car. I also backed out of soccer so I could make a nice supper. Luckily we were aware of the delay before the roast went in the oven. Quiche and chilli for supper. Bill was going to leave work early (11:00ish) to pick up his friend; since the flight was cancelled, he stayed at work. He arrived home around 7:00 pm feeling like he had the flu------said it hit him around 4:00. I wonder if he could have avoided it had he been able to leave early. K, that was yesterday's rant.
Here's today: Let's just get Charlie Sheen out of the way. Why is it that the "news" type shows are the ones that seem to be facilitating this gentlemans rants. Tonight apparently 20/20 is discussing his situation. Who are we going to be pointing the finger at when Charlie loses his battle to drugs!!! I hope his 2nd (or is it third) wife gets out of there with those kids ASAP.
So it's Tuesday, and I work at the playschool in the morning. With the weather and the poor road conditions, the drive to work took 40 minutues (usually 15-20) When I arrived the teacher's car wasn't there. (she is always there before me) So I'm thinking, she got caught in the horrific traffic. So I enter through the church doors upstairs. Peek in to say good morning to Kim. As I decend down the stairs, Kim runs up to me and asks if I know "There is no play school today." My first reaction is "Oh because it's too cold!" She advises me "no, the teacher is on a course, it's a planned day off!" Maybe I should look at my calendar the night before!!! Well at least I can start my supper planning earlier than expected. Freddy and his daughter arrive just after lunch. Their flight is delayed again, but only by a couple of hours this time.
Will still be doing soccer this afternoon, (this is the last week)
Ok, I think I'm done!!!
Lesson learned!!!
Stacey
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