And the count down to 2009 commences.
Bonne Annee Tous le Monde!
We always remember New Years, reflecting on what we did this same time the year before. Most of us with drunken stories, times with family and friends... I just have to be different, don't I? I will be able to look back at New Years 2007, spending it showered and in bed by approximately 7:30 p.m. With all the festivities on television to choose from, I watched a Canadian madefortv movie on Binge drinking. With Jack playing a computer game in the other room ( yet still managing to spoil the ending for this snazzy movie of mine), he contemplated going out - until realizing his lack of interest of New Years eve was about par to mine. In bed I sat with my phone in hand, and very stylish with only the best of clothing for me. Yes, Jack's wool socks, and a towel on my head. You can't ask for more attractive than that. People spend hours choosing their New Years attire, yet I only spent a couple of seconds and I still looked fantastic. I chatted with my normal chat partner via text from about 10 something til 11:44. (Good to know we both have lives). It was then decided that we couldn't make it til New Years. *laugh* I BARELY made it til Midnight (not counting the napping in between) ... Got Jack up long enough to watch the ball drop - I think, then was sleeping within seconds of the start of the most painful rendition of Auld Lang Syne.
This morning, I woke up to be at Timmies for 6, but found my regular group was not yet there. I was forced to sit on my own for a good four minutes before I got up, strapped on a big smile and went to befriend another table full of friends I hadn't met yet. I met up with a lovely fire fighter who will be retiring next year, where we both geekily discussed first responder protocols, and the idiocy of people in general. There were about five of them there who knew each other. We had a good little morning sitting there for just over four hours. We were joined by some guy I know very well. We have coffee often since we sat and chatted one morning from 5-8. I just don't know his name. I even saw him in Sobeys the other day. I would ask but its been like four months now. I mean, he buys me coffee when I'm in line, I know his daughters name and we chat... Embarrassing, really. Timmies social networking. I live for it.
I love Fort Erie. When I was in line I hear " Hey Nat, are those your pajamas? " ( Which they were not, by the way - clearly it was a flannel skirt (Yes, my pajamas are skirts) ... It was the son of a gentleman than we had a funeral for about a year ago. My first thought was " It's so nice to be in a small town where everyone knows you and such. My second thought was " Why must people call me Nat?" ... The word makes my skin crawl, but I've learned to accept it. I guess it shows they are " buddy buddy" with me. That's not so bad, I guess.
I just love to people watch. I make secret bets with myself when I see very heavy unattractive people come in. " Oh, they're going for a few breakfast sandwiches for sure" ... I always find joy when they actually order what I peg them for. Awful, I know. Today was exceptionally entertaining to watch the hung over crown prance in... By prance, I mean saunter, and my saunter, I mean drag themselves in. My Gas attendant came in as well. I just adore that man. He works at Petro Canada - and always calls me Precious... Asks me if I am staying out of trouble. He's my buddy. I even pump my own gas in crappy weather to go say hello to him. How can I resist, he even knows how I take my coffee and its there and ready before I am in to pay. I bring the gas boys baked goods. They are good people to befriend. That way, when you pay for your gas, your windows get cleaned. When I bake for them I use Splenda. Just so you know, one of them in diabetic.
There were a lot of Officers in this morning. Everytime I see one, I get angry inside that people like men in uniform. It really does nothing for me. Funeral Suits are much hotter. *laugh* Nothing gets me going more than pin stripes, the smell of cavity fluid in the air, and Velvetone on the hands ;) *laugh*
On a crappier note, my friend George died yesterday. My old boss called me when he got the call in Newmarket, and his son texted when he heard as well. George lived on Main St., where the funeral home is. He was the super for the apartments across the St. from the coffee shop that I spent a lot of time at. It was one of those coffee shops with regulars, couches, crosswords, and books. George was there the day of my Co-Op interview and wished me luck. I was 15 and felt the need to chat up this 69 year old guy at the time. From then on, I saw him very often. We became crib partners, cooking buddies, and lunch dates. When I go home to visit, I always stop by there to get my hug, play a game, and listen to his stories. He died at 80. He lived a rocking life, spending 50 plus years missing a leg and most of his fingers through Lou Gehrigs Disease. He always listened, offered a shoulder, and advice. Taught me to appreciate cabbage rolls, sour cream salad, and I pretended to like his infamous soup. We went berry and mushroom picking, grocery shopping, and watched touch by an angel on most Thursdays between visitations. I've known him for 11 years now, but much better these last six years. He patted me on the head often, said he was proud of who I was, and to never change. I'll miss that guy I barely got to see anymore. Sometimes though, it was nice to know he was there. It will be tough the next time I go home. Even my boss felt badly telling me. His funeral is on Friday. I can't make it, but I know the boys back home have in him great hands.
That's it, that's all. I'm freezing. Have an article to write, and a nap to take, and some visiting to do. I'm missing George so I am going to take the time and go visit some of my former Red Cross clients today. Bake some cookies, bring them by, and remind them that someone's thinkin' about them. They're good people for old folk ;) *laugh*
Welcome, 2008.
We always remember New Years, reflecting on what we did this same time the year before. Most of us with drunken stories, times with family and friends... I just have to be different, don't I? I will be able to look back at New Years 2007, spending it showered and in bed by approximately 7:30 p.m. With all the festivities on television to choose from, I watched a Canadian madefortv movie on Binge drinking. With Jack playing a computer game in the other room ( yet still managing to spoil the ending for this snazzy movie of mine), he contemplated going out - until realizing his lack of interest of New Years eve was about par to mine. In bed I sat with my phone in hand, and very stylish with only the best of clothing for me. Yes, Jack's wool socks, and a towel on my head. You can't ask for more attractive than that. People spend hours choosing their New Years attire, yet I only spent a couple of seconds and I still looked fantastic. I chatted with my normal chat partner via text from about 10 something til 11:44. (Good to know we both have lives). It was then decided that we couldn't make it til New Years. *laugh* I BARELY made it til Midnight (not counting the napping in between) ... Got Jack up long enough to watch the ball drop - I think, then was sleeping within seconds of the start of the most painful rendition of Auld Lang Syne.
This morning, I woke up to be at Timmies for 6, but found my regular group was not yet there. I was forced to sit on my own for a good four minutes before I got up, strapped on a big smile and went to befriend another table full of friends I hadn't met yet. I met up with a lovely fire fighter who will be retiring next year, where we both geekily discussed first responder protocols, and the idiocy of people in general. There were about five of them there who knew each other. We had a good little morning sitting there for just over four hours. We were joined by some guy I know very well. We have coffee often since we sat and chatted one morning from 5-8. I just don't know his name. I even saw him in Sobeys the other day. I would ask but its been like four months now. I mean, he buys me coffee when I'm in line, I know his daughters name and we chat... Embarrassing, really. Timmies social networking. I live for it.
I love Fort Erie. When I was in line I hear " Hey Nat, are those your pajamas? " ( Which they were not, by the way - clearly it was a flannel skirt (Yes, my pajamas are skirts) ... It was the son of a gentleman than we had a funeral for about a year ago. My first thought was " It's so nice to be in a small town where everyone knows you and such. My second thought was " Why must people call me Nat?" ... The word makes my skin crawl, but I've learned to accept it. I guess it shows they are " buddy buddy" with me. That's not so bad, I guess.
I just love to people watch. I make secret bets with myself when I see very heavy unattractive people come in. " Oh, they're going for a few breakfast sandwiches for sure" ... I always find joy when they actually order what I peg them for. Awful, I know. Today was exceptionally entertaining to watch the hung over crown prance in... By prance, I mean saunter, and my saunter, I mean drag themselves in. My Gas attendant came in as well. I just adore that man. He works at Petro Canada - and always calls me Precious... Asks me if I am staying out of trouble. He's my buddy. I even pump my own gas in crappy weather to go say hello to him. How can I resist, he even knows how I take my coffee and its there and ready before I am in to pay. I bring the gas boys baked goods. They are good people to befriend. That way, when you pay for your gas, your windows get cleaned. When I bake for them I use Splenda. Just so you know, one of them in diabetic.
There were a lot of Officers in this morning. Everytime I see one, I get angry inside that people like men in uniform. It really does nothing for me. Funeral Suits are much hotter. *laugh* Nothing gets me going more than pin stripes, the smell of cavity fluid in the air, and Velvetone on the hands ;) *laugh*
On a crappier note, my friend George died yesterday. My old boss called me when he got the call in Newmarket, and his son texted when he heard as well. George lived on Main St., where the funeral home is. He was the super for the apartments across the St. from the coffee shop that I spent a lot of time at. It was one of those coffee shops with regulars, couches, crosswords, and books. George was there the day of my Co-Op interview and wished me luck. I was 15 and felt the need to chat up this 69 year old guy at the time. From then on, I saw him very often. We became crib partners, cooking buddies, and lunch dates. When I go home to visit, I always stop by there to get my hug, play a game, and listen to his stories. He died at 80. He lived a rocking life, spending 50 plus years missing a leg and most of his fingers through Lou Gehrigs Disease. He always listened, offered a shoulder, and advice. Taught me to appreciate cabbage rolls, sour cream salad, and I pretended to like his infamous soup. We went berry and mushroom picking, grocery shopping, and watched touch by an angel on most Thursdays between visitations. I've known him for 11 years now, but much better these last six years. He patted me on the head often, said he was proud of who I was, and to never change. I'll miss that guy I barely got to see anymore. Sometimes though, it was nice to know he was there. It will be tough the next time I go home. Even my boss felt badly telling me. His funeral is on Friday. I can't make it, but I know the boys back home have in him great hands.
That's it, that's all. I'm freezing. Have an article to write, and a nap to take, and some visiting to do. I'm missing George so I am going to take the time and go visit some of my former Red Cross clients today. Bake some cookies, bring them by, and remind them that someone's thinkin' about them. They're good people for old folk ;) *laugh*
Welcome, 2008.
posted by Femicas | 10:47
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