Back to the Old Grind

Christmas is now over. It's now time to take the paper and cardboard to the recycling. The tree will come down soon and there will be nothing left of christmas but the memories. Everything went well. I was at work most of the 24, but managed to spend the entire 25 with Marty and the kids. (who of course got super spoiled) It's funny I kind of get bummed after every christmas. I really miss all the family and friends who I couldn't share the holidays with. You know who you are. Now I am busy making plans in my head trying to figure out when I can make time to be with everyone. until then know that I miss you and are thinking of you.

So very Well Hung...i might add

So the holidays are here. So we overspend, overeat, and the over do it! At last it's time for all the holiday parties. Marty and I went to his Musical Theatre Banquet last night. Things were a little awkward for me at first since I didn't know anyone. But after a few rounds of drinks that problem was remedied. So we partied, Marty was spinning my boss's girlfriend and not only made her fall once but twice. Probally not a great idea. We stayed until 2 am and then went home. On the way home I though "oh my, I may have over done it." as I started to feel sick. Thank goodness we arrived just in time for me to do my evening prayer in the bathroom. Yuck, I had my hair extension in...man it sucks to hold your own hair back while you're violently vomiting. I managed to make it to bed by two thirty. Gross, I couldn't even brush my teeth. The morning arrived and i did the usual check...good I am in bed, with my husband and made it to daylight. Aside from the headache I thought I was okay. Then about an hour later (yes I am still in bed) The phone rings...marty makes the bed bounce as he goes to answer it and suddenly I start to feel like I did the evening before. So I run and make it to the bathroom. At the point I realize hey I am not okay...and I start to wonder...man how much did I drink...and why am I so sick? Go figure. I get back into bed feeling like the sickest biggest loser ever. Then about about 20 minutes later the phone rings again. It 's the dreaded one, the one I hoped wouldn't happen. It's work, I have to make a transfer. So I am thinking I'm a tough girl...I can do this. I managed to get it done and made it look to the public like their was absolutely nothing wrong with me, except for the creepy pale green color of my skin. Unfortunately I exposed my co worker to way more than he bargained for. Poor guy. Looking on the brightside though at least I had someone to finally hold my hair back. I got back to bed, threw up until 1pm and didn't surface again until 3. What a waste of a sunday.

So why do we continously do this to ourselves? And why does it seem that the older we get, the worse the punishment is in the morning.? I will continue to ask these questions this week until Friday when the next Christmas Party starts.

Cheers and Happy Holidays!

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

So I go to future shop today, because they are moving stores and are clearing out models that will not be at their new store. I go to look for a new palm. I don't need anything great cause I had two that were top of the line and I broke them. Crap. Just because I love electronics doesn't mean that I don't break them. anyways so there is the palm zire there for 79 bucks! Wicked, that baby was 300 last xmas, then went down to 200 hundred this year. So there is this guy standing in front of me who is also interested in the palm. A sales associate who is not from that department tells us that he thinks it's only for the display model. the guy in front of me complains that he wants one new in a box. So I tell him that if he is not interested in it then I will take it. So finally a guy from that department domes over. He tells the guy that it's for the enitre zire line. My eyes seriously lit up! wow. Then the dude says I will take all that you have plus the display model. (3 of them in total) So I look and the guy and say "you've got to be kidding me!" He says sorry to me, and I am so furious at him that I look him straight in the eye and tell him, no problem it's christmas, i'm sure what goes around will come around. I'm doing my best to curse his karma. Anywyas I leave go to my Dortor appointment and then get an idea. I called the store to see if the guy bought the display model. The kid on the phone tells me that it is still there. So I tell him that I will be down within the hour to pick it up. I give him my name, he tells me he can't put it on hold, but he will see what he can do. So I get there right as this guy is buying it. God....Why did my luck turn out so bad? Maybe my karma isn't so good afterall. The only good thing that can come out of this is that I can now put in for the palm I really want...which unfortunately is going to cost my husband 3.5 time more than the one today would have cost. Damn these men....What happened to ladies first?

Funny what A little bit of partying can do

So for weeks I have felt like crap...go figure. Musical theatre is almost over!yay!! And now I am hearing from all sorts of people that they think my husband is wonderful, a marvelous singer and sexy. What?!? He plays this pittiful duped husband and people think that's sexy? So then I was thinking it's time to step up my game and not be in sweats everytime he comes fome from the theatre. Easier said than done. So we have friends come down from Calgary...and Voila! I am feeling like my old self again. A little bit of whiskey and karaoke (sweet caroline) and of course being surrounded by people who loved you even when you were the lowest can make you vibrant. (oh yeah plus the new hair helps) But it is all in the attitude. And no matter how young and bendy these girls in the show may be, I can be happy with the fact that there is no way they will ever be as slutty as me...(in that wifey sort of way) Now if only I could muster up the energy to clean the house!

I will sing, Sing a new song..Out of the Mouths of babes!

So we buy the deluxe vertigo DVD and the kids and I are watching it. So we are totally grooving along and into The Fly and the words "Everything you know is wrong" come up on the video curtains and my 3yr old yells out "YEAH ABC'S!!!" and starts to cheer I think he may be ready for his first concert next tour. Anyways so I tcuk them into bed. They share a room and my 3yr old wants a song. My daughter(7Yrs old) starts to sing...I waited patiently for the Lord...and i almost could have cried...She was singing 40...what a touching way to say goodnight. So we sang 40 and as I closed the door tonight she was still singing...how awesome is my daughter?!!

Muffin Top

Okay so I'm watching much on demand and one of the vj's mentions the infamous "muffin top" That is the sprout of skin above the waistband of your low riders. That totally cracked me up//so true! So I'm scouting out halloween costumes last weekend and the girl beside me has one. Well i shouldn't say one...her entire muffin was hanging out. And I'm thinking...dude..do you realize that i can almost see the bottom of your boobs from under that shirt. I mean come on she is at least 30. At some point you have to realize that the clothes meant for 16-22 year olds are just that---MADE FOR PEPLE BETWEEN THE AGE OF 16-22! It just made me feel sad for woman kind. There are so many things that look so good on woman our age that we can pull off because we are older more sexually mature woman and we should know by now how to dress and use our bodies to their full extent. There are so many things that we can pull off that just look stupid on someone who's younger. I'm not just talking about the naked thing with the pearls and heels, even though I will admit that was one of the first things that popped into my mind. Come on ladies....we need to start showing so class out on the streets. Look at sex in the city. Those ladies are dressed very well and sexy for their age. I know, I know, we all don't have the money for those designer outfits or Jimmy Choos, but with a little creativity and some knowledge of your own womanhood you can look just as great without showing everyone your muffin!

Am I a Pussy?

I am a pussy?
So I am archiving old home movies to dvd tonight, and I'm watching myself as a vibrant 18yr old and wondering what the fuck happened to me? The girl on camera was beautiful, but not only that so confident and brave about showing her real side and embracing what life had to offer at that moment. I think at this point if you have really changed since then like i have you have to stop and wonder....when did i become such a pussy? Okay so I am almost 30. So fucking what? Well for some stupid reason it really bothers me. I don't want to get older. I want to be that same girl who was dared to flash so and so and did it, just because. And that's not my only example. My job, I would love to move on a get my degree, but I'm scared because i worry about making the wrong choice. So what if I do? Why aren't I going back to school? Why do I stay with a Job that I hate, and not do something that I think I may like. God forbid if anyone should hear that i failed? When you are young like that and pull that shit people excuse the behaviour cause you are young. So if I did it now, no one would excuse it. If I did half of the things i wanted to just because i felt like that (at my age) I would seem like a really immature, insecure adult. Who the f**k changed the rules on me? There are so many parts of me that so wish they could be free without being judged but that's not the case. So for now I guess i will continue to go with the flow and forever not do the things i really want to do for fear that the general public will judge what i do and dissapove....for now I will be that pussy.

10 ways you know you're a U2 fanatic.

1. when something good happens to you, you always shout out with joy 'ZOOROPA!!!!'
2. when you go grocery shopping people think you are strange for buying only one orange, one apple, one banana.
3. At night its hard to see with those damn wrap-around fly sunglasses.
4. You named your goldfish 'the edge'.
5. Your house reeks of Lemon.
6. Your clothes have all been purchased, in one way or another to represent the irish flag.
7. Before you go to church you scream out your door, "SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY!"
8. Bono told you himself, "look, we appreciate the support, but get a life."
9. You got in line for the 2005 tour in 1996.
10 When people ask how old you are, you gladly say '40'.

Crash, Boom, Bang!

I get home tonight and Marty says, "I think there's something wrong with the computer." So I'm thinking what the heck did you do. I take off my shoes and taks a look at the screen. In big blaring white bold block letters it shouts. Hard disk failure is immenent. You've got to be kidding me. Besides the fact that i woke up an hour late this morning this has got to be a completely shitty day! So I try to back up my files and the computer won't even boot up windows. I had no choice but to format. (The Other known *F* word) So in a matter of 3 to 4 hours I am up and running again. Hp is sending me a new hard drive, but I'm stuck with this one until it gets here. ARGHH! Oh yeah and the collateral amount until they get my old drive back exceedes 500 bucks. I should have started the day naked I guess. Then it would have been easier for the world to screw me.

U2 & Us 3

Finally, Finally, Finally
We made it to Toronto for what was “The best show of our entire lives!” I must say that when I started to plan this pilgrimage to Toronto to see the boys that my biggest concern was that I was going to get all the way there and wouldn’t be able to see a thing. AND the fact that the tickets that I bought on Ebay would turn out to be fake! But neither happened. So My husband and I staked out the line on Thursday night and talked to people about the previous shows and asked them what time everyone seemed to be lining up. I checked on the line Friday morning around 8, and there were probably 50 people in line. So we figured that if we got there around 5 on Sat. Morning we should be able to secure a good place in line. Marty checked out the line late Friday night and there were about 20 people in line. He came back to the hotel and told me that we needed to line up right away. I was so tired from all of the touring that we had been doing and told him that I thought we should sleep until 3. So we lined up shortly after 3 (I had to take a quick shower) and ended up being 50 and 51 in line. We met a very cool brother and sister who were in line ahead of us. They had attended the previous shows from the stands and it was there first Floor experience for Toronto. So we were all extremely pumped. We played games most of the day and took turns getting food going to the bathroom and doing all that sort of stuff. Bono pulled up around 3:30, but didn’t stop. Stu had my camera and went to take a picture of him but of course with all the luck---the memory card was full and wouldn’t let him take the picture!!!! (He was so mad because he was right in front of him!!—so sorry Stu) Stu then left ot pick up his ticket and I left to shower (Finally) -It’s amazing how much you start to stink when you sleep on the concrete and stay in one place for 14 hours in the humid heat. They let us in a 6:30 and we got to the laptops. None of us got scanned into the ellipse. (Damn) That worked into our favor though because had we gotten in we would have been 3 rows deep in there and I would have had a hard time seeing! So we ran onto the floor even though security told us not to run. WE GOT ONE OF THE LAST SPOTS ON THE RAIL. That’s it! I met my goal; We were in the first row. Of course after waiting through the opening band and after 5 bottles of water the unthinkable happened. I had to go to the washroom. Security lifted me over (with help from Marty and Stu) and I left to go to the washroom. I headed back but was stopped by security who said that there was no way they were letting me back there. I was horrified and instantly crushed. I guess the guard who let me over got into some major crap for letting me out and was told that I couldn’t come back. Well with some quick talking on the guys’ part and that of security someone finally came and got me. With a huge gasp of relief I was lifted back over the rail. Anyways the show was absolutely amazing!! They debut discotheque for the first time on the tour..(which is one of my personal favorites.) God… can a girl get any luckier?!? Bono was
awesome…
the Edge was out of this world, Larry was stunning on the drums and Adam gave me a whole new respect for bass players!!!

To Peter and Dianna Thanks for the memories and hopefully I can find you guys online, I would love to get your addresses and trade some pictures. Also the brave girl from Tennessee...glad your dreams came true that night. I would love to see your pics as well.


I’m awfully tired and super spent. Peace out…and god bless the “boys who play Rock and Roll!”

Marty Casey or Marty Schultz

Is it just me or does my husband resemble Marty Casey? I must admit that since watching Rockstar INXS from the moment it aired that I thought so. Maybe it’s because I watched my husband play and sing in a band. (Our pre-marriage days of course) OR maybe it’s because I watch him play guitar and sing in our living room now. Anyways, I am going to believe that it’s because they look so similar. In fact it’s to the point where I could barely watch Marty (Casey) when he was in the bottom 3 (I had to Leave the room for fear that he was going to be eliminated) and I can barely stop myself from cheering him on in our living room. Whatever the case (haha) is, I will continue to cheer him on until he wins the competition.

Perfectly Fake

Last night my hubby and I were flipping through the channels. We stopped on a channel that was showing “virtual reality” porn. So of course we watched. After a few commercials we figured out that we were watching a documentary called “Perfectly Fake.” Essentially the first half was about this virtual reality porn and the devices that you can use on yourself when are engaging with the machine. That I understand or at least get. The second half of the documentary was about these men who collect and “use” Love Dolls. Now these are not your typical blow up dolls. These girls weigh about 100 lbs, have very life like features, attachments that you can put between their legs, have pose able joints and very life like skin. Again, I can understand the market for these as well. However I did have one problem with the attitude of some of these men. Some of these men say that they like these dolls better than real women for a number of reasons. One said that he could project his vision of beauty on her :ie dress her up to whatever his “ideal” was, and another stated that these dolls were better because they don’t die, there is no “sadness or anger” when being around them. I really believe that I am an open minded, sexually liberated woman but come on. This angers me. Half of these “beauty” images were child like. Young faces and child like clothes complete with pig tails. And believe me I have no problem with women in general playing dress up like this, but the faces just seemed so young to me. Come on…how many Jenny McCarthy look-alikes do we need to have? I see so many of these types of women on TV (big brother for example) and they all seem somewhat pretty to me) But It’s the girls that look a little different with the personality that I really find strikingly beautiful. I may sound naïve but you can’t tell me that men would prefer women to be “the perfect image” and have no warmth or personality to go with it. And if that is what they prefer, then they better look out, cause while there at home screwing the personality-less perfect images of beauty us women are going to start taking over while they’re not paying attention.

Official Countdown To Holidays

In less than A week I will be away from the mundane routine of getting up, drinking coffee, going to work, Drinking more coffee, then driving home, drinking more coffee, making supper, putting the kids to bed etc...Finally the rental car is booked and the maps have been put into file folders. Oh Yes! Hopefully I will be able to navigate my way around Toronto with these babies. Who am I kidding, My husband will be able to navigate us around Toronto with me reading my maps saying "i don't see this on the map? Show me where we are again."