Happy Canada Day Weekend.

... Happy Canada Day Long Weekend.


In Fort Erie, there is this Festival called the Friendship Festival. Generally I would send you to the website to explain it better - but the website is embarrassing so I won't do that to you. It's an event that apparently held much status at one point in time - but now, has dwindled into giant garage sale with vendors, rides that frighten me, and food vendors (which I have no complaints about other than the high cost - but that's to be expected with any fair. This even bothers be because I see so much potential in it - and I don't even know what it used to be. They need someone full time resurrecting it.... And no, I don't mean me. I helped out Station #1 on Friday night bartending. Well, that was what I was supposed to do. Then they needed help selling drink ticket's so I jumped at that. I really get a kick out of it. Watching people change throughout the night, smiling away attempting to hold LOUD small talk over the music with friendlies, unfriendlies, uglies, pretties, and men obsessed with cleavage that tip very well. Smile, look'em in the eye, nod, give them tickets, giggle, and receive tip. Men are so cute. Use what you got, I say. I have a good chest - I'll use it - *laugh* I mean I could show off other assets of mine - I'm pretty bright - but there is something socially unacceptable in walking around holding transcripts or degrees and such, no? I guess a low cut shirt will work. Anyway - I had a blast. I will do it again next year. Good times. I even managed to stay awake.

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Cherries are on sale at Sobey's for only one day more. 1.88 per pound. I hate about 5 dollars worth today in a few hours. Mmm. It's an art form really - eating those while driving - pitching seeds out the window. Hopefully one day I hit one of those obnoxious cyclists who are too cool for a helmet.

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Tonight, I came home and went directly into Dave's car for a trip into St. Catharines for Thai food. I fell asleep before we got onto the QEW, woke up, ate... Back in the car and into unconsciousness. I am exhausted. Salha Thai is a wonderful place. Newly renovated it's a lovely place for a casual meal or a dinner meeting. Four thumbs up. Some say it's lost it's charm in it's reno - I say I don't really care 'cause the Crab Rangoon is to die for ;)

Sleep sweet, folks. Sorry for the lack of content. Me is just tired.

Bathtubs and Math.

Just a quick note...

Last night was a bad night. No, last night was a tough night. I hope today is better.

I had a shower this morning and the towels smelled like my grandpas old house in Timmins. I used to love love my first shower in Timmins. He would have it all set up for our visit. He had this giant old school green tub that made me smile.

... And this morning, at the funeral home, I used a real calculator - I always use the one on the comp or my phone. It was older and silver and reminded me of the one my dad used to use. I used to think I was very mature when I was little and I learned how to use it. Another day of nostalgia, I guess. Silly things that mean a lot.

I miss my parents. I miss home.

My Nemesis.

People hate Dentists & Dental Apts. I will never understand that. They are cleaning you! Making sure your Teefers are in Tip Top Shape. I prefer to direct my hate to the people who work at Lens Crafters. I have nothing against Eye Docs on their own - but the moment they take on selling me glasses my blood boils at the thought of them. My hands sweat and my jaw clenches. I believe to get this job you have sold your soul to the devil - assuming they ever had a soul to begin with.

You know, for someone who has worn glasses since I was about Eight months old - I dread getting new glasses. I hate change. I hate new frames. I hate how they always make my face look fat or deformed. I hate how I realize how dirty my glasses actually were. I hate that when I try them on they are just glass lens so I can see how crossed my eye is. I hate people watching me try them on. I hate that the people who work there always have the most beautiful eyelashes and the most God Awful "trendy" eyewear which I am SURE is to make you feel less bad about whatever you choose. Sometimes I feel like crying before I even get myself into the store. I think I would rather try on bathing suits.

I needed a new pair of glasses last August. I finally got to the Optometrist in December only because my Boss' wife made me an apt. after seeing the shape of my glasses. I held this prescription with me until about three days ago - when I decided that I was actually going to go blind if I didn't fix them... Deep breath! Okay... Decision made. I get in my car to drive to the Pen Centre ( another place I hate) ... Just getting on the hi way I realize I have forgotten my prescription. I go home. I get it. I get angry. Drive drive drive - I forgot my frames. I go home. I sense a lump in my throat. Just arriving to the mall I have realized that I have no wallet. I have cheque book though. I realize that if the staff tells me that they do not accept cheques I will have my glasses shoved so far down his throat he'll wish that he'd given me another answer.

I get into Lenscrafters - and do my best not to hate the service personnel just for existing. Of courrrse I get the time slot where Ms. Trainee needs the real guys help with another customer. I am patient. I'll wait - but not even an effing "We'll be right there" ... Nothing. I want them to spontaniously combust into flames at this point. I am looking around close to panic attach that someone is going to make me look into that little machine so they can see exactly how crossed my eye is - and and there is nothing I can do about it. I wait for 11 minutes with not even a nod from these folks. I'd love to leave but I will get beaten by numerous people if I don't get this done. I finally get seated by the trainee only to be told I had to wait for the real guy to discuss different types of lens. I've been there eleven minutes too long already. I want the same glasses as last time. He sits and tells me that I will have to get these Wafer lens. I don't want effing Wafer lenses. I want whatever lenses I had before. He has to send these away. The moment he tells me this I say " No thank you I want the ones you can get in an hour" to which he follows with " I hope to lead you on the right path with the lenses reccommendation " The right path? WTF I just want glasses and to get out. I ask again - now with a broken voice and he starts talking " well let me get you a price quote" which can't be promising! THREE HUNDRED AND SOMETHING EFFING DOLLARS! I hate him! For lenses and nothing else. I feel I've been pressured into these lenses and I can't say no. I tried. Then he guilts me by saying" well I could see if the girl can stay to do them tonight. Yes! That is why I am here - in St. Catharines for glasses - ONE HOUR SERVICE. It's six in the evening. She has to stay 'til nine. I was fuming at this point - still smiling of course. I give up. I go to pay. I forgot my cheque book in my car. I walk outside. I cry. I HATE buying new glasses. I hate Dave or whatever his name was. I also hate that he had really good hair.

They will call when they are ready. I will go get them. The more i think about it, the more I think I will say " I would like my money back 'cause I can! Take my frames and go ANYWHERE else. I don't are if I have to drive there three times to make sure I don't get the same guy!

If one thing shows my weak points and insanity - it's Lenscrafters.

So I says to myself, Self! ...

The garbage man likes to beat me to the task on Thursdays. I swear it's a personal battle. I came in the other week at a quarter to seven and the garbage had already gone! WHO DOES THAT? Not this morning - No way. I showed up at the funeral home at about Six fifteen and had six bags AND paper product waiting for him. I won't lose this battle. I'm up earlier than YOU buddy. Boss man says last night on the phone around nine that he will get it done in the morning around 7:15 when he got in. I tell him not to worry about it it will be done. So... Here I sit - at the funeral home - it's almost time to turn the lights on and the garbage is STILL outside. My coffee is cold - I need a top off, I need to pee - but I refuse to do any of this til that garbage is gone. What good will waiting do? Absolutely nothing.



Today will be a day of reorganizing this desk. Well, a re would be the assumption that it was organized to begin with. Time to give it the "touch of Femmy" ... No one is around to mess it up til Monday so I need my space clean... Or I can't function. That's about the extent of today. Cleaning, organizing, making busy. Have everything set and confirmed for the services on Saturday.... and the beat goes on.



Tonight, I leave earlyish to use my "cosmetizing skills" (lol) ... To do the make up on a good friend of mine's daughter for her grade eight graduation. After that, I'll hit the Business after five on my way home in Ridgeway - sneak a few snacks - then back home to try and catch up with my own life.


Yup. Not too much fun, nor exciting things to say today.

Push Hard Push Fast

What is so difficult in understanding that the protocols for First Aid and CPR have changed? Why is it that I get challenged each time I am asked, or need to bring it up. I have better things to do than make up changes in life saving skills, folks. It's not like a " Hey Natalie made a funny moment by lying about techniques" ... If you think you had to adjust and are put out because of it during your training every three years try living it or teaching it. There's an adjustment for you!

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Sorry - had to vent!

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I'm ready for this heat to end. I never wished for the summer to come which gives me the right to complain. Kind of like when you vote you have a right to bitch. I hate heat. I hate humidity. I hate that I am so self conscious I can't not wear an effing jacket with short sleeves so my own idiocy makes me feel as though I am one step away from bursting into flames.
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Today I spoke with a gent from the "other funeral home" ... ;) I'll give a shout out to him for keeping me occupied through out the day via text msgs. and facebook. What an entertaining guy! Just more proof that funeral folk are good folk ;)
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I had my interview with Literacy. It went exceptionally well - however, tomorrow morning I will send out my "Thank you for your time, but it won't work" letter. The ladies were nice. The position fairly easy to fill - volunteer coordinating is quite easy... But, the flexibility is few and far between - and its hard for me to say no to courses and such with will give me more pay in the long run. I'll still help out literacy in the long run for events and such - but the position is not for me. I still have my fingers crossed for the one coming up in August. It's with Autism and way over my head but I apparently sold myself really well in the cover "novel" letter. If I got that, I would back out of funeral services for a year I guess. Not that I am uber involved in them as it is - other than Celebrance and so on. Who knows - I may stay involved. I just find now more than ever, I'm not as ... Apathetic to the part time world. I don't want to become bitter. It's not a nice colour of me, thats for sure. Maybe I am just thinking about it too much. I should sit back and let the summer happen around me. Leave the cursing and such for when something actually screws up.

I'm exhausted - didn't have much to say but realized I had not posted in a while. Hope all is well with y'all. :)