MY HAIR

I love my hair - sad days when it does not go right.

Yesterday I went to the bank machine (ATM) to get some spending money for the week. I was almost through when out of the blue, the ATM Sign came crashing down and hit me in the hair. I think who ever was monitoring the camera yesterday got a good laugh at the look of shock on my face when the sign fell and also then the look of discust because it hit me in the hair.

I had to run into the supermarket the other day for a few groceries. Went on my lunch break with a co-worker. I grabbed my recycling bags took of running as it was raining. I dropped one of the bags, and that fast it disappeared. I ran back to get it and it wasn't there, I ran forward, thinking it might have blown away, NO BAG. I look at my co worker and she is laughing. The stupid bag handle was wrapped around my shoe and I kept dragging it around the parking lot like an idiot.

Thank God for Cel Phones

Just got a call from my husband K to tell me his little "dilema" at work today. He had to go to the washroom. Got in there and did his business and there was no toilot paper. He sat there for a while hoping someone would come in. After about 10 minutes he remembered he had his phone. He called everyone's desk in the office but no one was answering. He finally called one of the guy's cel phone. He answered and relunctantly come in and gave him a roll of TP.

New Birthday Tradition

My daughter turned 16 this week. Last night we had the family in for pizza and "cheesecake" (girls get to pick birthday supper and cake type - E loves blueberry cheesecake)

First thing to discuss is the cheesecake. E loves the no bake type. Sunday evening I made the cake so it had 24 hours to set before we ate it. I made the crust, whipped up the cream, put frozen blueberries in the cream and 2 tubs of fresh blueberries on the top. It looked perfect and so quick to make. About 1/2 hour after putting it in the fridge I was walking across the kitchen and there on the counter was 2 packages of cream cheese. I couldn't believe it. I had to take each berry of the top of the cheese cake carefully, wash them. Then scoope out the cream - put it in the bowel and mix in the creamcheese. Needless to say the frozen berries turned the cream a beautiful shade of purple. I then assembled the cake again. The taste didn't change.

Last night we ordered pizza and once all eaten by all, we got out the cheese cake. I told everyone the story about the cheese - they figured that was my luck. I bought candles that spelt out Happy Birthday. I asked my sister to come help light them because I was having trouble and there were so many candles. My step daughter came out to help also. We turned of all the lights so the candles were the only thing showing, bought in to the room with 8 people stood around. We are all singing and my step daughter announces that the cake said Birthday Happy. I had put the word happy on first then put on birthday - just in the wrong order. I am such a looser.

Elder Abuse

My oldest daughter, K, is 18, going to Trades College. We expect that once she graduates, she will want to move out, get her own place with a friend and experience freedom. Doesn't everyone at 18 dream of that. She announced the other night that she is never moving out. She has it to good at home. YOU THINK Our girls only have to clean their rooms and do their own laundry. Well I asked her if she ever seen the commercial for elder abuse because she was doing Elder Abuse at that very moment. Imagine threating my husband and myself like that. LOL

Corn

Last evening I picked E (my daughter) up at work at around 11. On the way home we pick up her friend Monica to come stay for the night. When Monica gets in this is how the conversation went:
Me: Hi Monica, how has your summer been
Monica: Good, corn, I had corn
Me: Corn (I am thinking that is kind of personal telling me she has corns, and at 15 years of age)
Monica: Yes, actually I only had a 1/2 corn
Me: What are you talking about. I said how was your summer and you are telling me you had corn
Monica: HAHAHAHAHAHAH I thought you said supper
Me: I was thinking you can talk to me about anything, girly things, but talking about your corns is kind of personal

We laughed so hard

Crying Baby

Last night K and myself decided to go to bed early (10:30 is early for us) We just wanted to get a good nights sleep. Well sometimes the best intentions can go WRONG. First of all around 12 I wake because the TV is still on and really loud. K turns it of. Then at around 12:30 our oldest daughter, who was up the street watching movies with a friend, decides to come home to grab her pj's and go back for the night. We are wide awake, lay there and complain, K can't stop talking (whats new). We finally doze of. 2:30 we hear a baby crying outside our window. I think I am dreaming, then realize it wasn't a dream. We live out in the country, how would a baby get outside our window. I wake K and he hears it also. He gets up and goes out and gets a flashlight and goes outside but there is nothing. We figure it is our "indoor" cat outside killing a rabbit (sad but true). Our daughter must have let the cat out by accident when she came home to change. We are lying there AGAIN trying to get back to sleep. We just doze, 3:25 the cat is on the back deck fighting with something. K jumps out of bed screaming "SOMETHING IS KILLING MY PUSSY" - killing your pussy - I feel like killing your pussy let alone another animal. He runs up to the back deck, flicks on all the lights - I am sure at this point in time any planes coming in at the airport thing they are diverted to my back yard - and there is the cat all by herself sitting there. He picks her up and brings her in the house. We go back to sleep finally until 6:20. Another GOOD NIGHT SLEEP had by all.

Where is Absentia

Our family attended our daughers & neices grade 12 graduation on Friday past. My husband is partial deaf so he does not realize he is loud when he is "whispering". He can't sit still for very long before he gets bord so the whole ceremony he "whispered". At one point he went for a cigerette and when he came back I had moved my daughter so that K could sit between B (partner in crime) and myself - I figured he could have someone else to talk to besides me. He came back and started "whispering" again. His little funny was where is Absentia. If a child was unable to make the cap and gown ceremony then when their name was called the principal would say that they passed in absentia. Well, after the ceremony at dinner my husband came right out and said to the whole group "is Absentia a place where they have alot of exchange students". He was serious (which does not happen very often) He really thought absentia was another country. He has been around the world and has never heard of this country so was going home to look it up. ABSENTIA: in absence