Talk About a Sick World

Yesterday we took a trip to the city. Our main purpose was to go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 but we also dropped my sister's boyfriend off at the airport. Unfortunately that's not all we saw.

Our first scaring experience of the trip was on the highway. I was lying in the back of the vehicle with my foot elevated and earphones on. I noticed we were slowing down, simultaneously the songs were switching and I heard my sister say "what is going on?"
This caught my attention and I looked up. There was a line of about 12 vehicles stopped in front of us. I casually glanced over the vehicles looking for nothing in particular. I found something very distinct, however. There, beside the car straight in front of us, was a woman crouching beside her vehicle with a man standing next to her. Not too sure what she was doing, we looked closer. We very soon regretted that, for this rather large lady was crouching, with her pants around her ankles, in order to relieve herself, leaving her corpulent, white ass pointing directly at us! Thankfully the man opened the back passenger door to attempt to hide her.
When she was done, she got back in the car and it drove away, leaving the previously mentioned man behind. This did not seem to bother the man as he went on walking from vehicle to vehicle... for what reason we know not.

Later that evening, with this painful experience still sharp in our minds, my sister and I began our return drive. On the outskirts of the city, on the divided highway, we noticed all the oncoming traffic had stopped. As we neared we saw that this delay was due to a immense flock of Canadian Geese crossing the road. Half of the Geese had already crossed and the other half were still in progress when a Jackass in a jacked-up truck left the road and drove on to the median. The pompous jerk paid no attention to propriety and nature drove around his fellow drivers and right into the crossing flock! One unfortunate bird got stuck on the underbelly of his ride and was dragged for several feet, at an unbearably fast speed, before it got free. It attempted to join his family but was unable to walk, and many of the birds came over to him.
The rest of the vehicles continued to wait.


Respect is a lost art. The world is under the perception that they are entitled to their own way with their own controls, and the rest of the world can "suck it".

~we witnessed two ugly asses in one day~

Living On Scaffold

you can't fall-
you have no rope
so don't get too tangled up in me*

so high up
with no one to catch you
you aren't as invincible as you feel

we're untied
vulnerable to height
and yet here we keep dancing

warnings are lost
blowing away in the wind
cause we are too tangled to listen

~for a time on a high perch~


*I am not responsible for these lines. While my sister and I were painting a house this summer, high up on the scaffold, she unknowingly spoke them to me. Of course they were used in a very different context, but it inspired me. So thank you to my sister.

With hospitals come Straws

Today as I sit here comfortable (to an extend- as being squashed into my little corner can get crampy), relaxed (when I force my brain to wonder from the numerous things I must accomplish in the next few days), fully clothed (with extra blankets and such) and warm (my room is anything but warm, but I would consider it only to be a small cooler, and we all know there are many things colder than that!) I think and pray for those in worse off situations, especially today, for my dear sister.

At this very moment she is lying in a hospital bed wearing nothing but a hospital robe, with an old- freaky sounding, according to what I've been told- doctor hunched over her attacking her with all sorts of sizes and shapes of equipment! Thankfully she is drugged and, if all goes according to plan, will have no recollection of today's events.
However, if today's events consisted of an attractive, kind, young, male nurse . . . she may want to remember what occurred. Or perhaps it is not a young nurse but instead an older doctor who does not often show kindness but cynicism, who walks with a cane and who's name happens to be Gregory House! Though I suppose that would be nearly impossible since he was arrested last night!

So I dedicate this to her and all her probable discomfort today and for a number of days to come. It is nothing of serious issues that this operation is for, and it is believed she will walk away from it a better person (appearance wise if nothing else).
And to her when she reads this, just remember the good things that can come from drinking everything with a straw

~the cutest boy I ever say was sipping soda from a straw . . . I asked him if he'd teach me how to sip my soda from a straw . . .~

Sisters

I am the eldest of four children. Three of us being girls, and than the fortunate youngest- the boy!
Being away at university- nearly 20 hours from home- provides little time to spend with my family, it is tough, but we get by with emails, phone calls and the great technology of MSN.

Today I was blessed to have received an email from one sister and share some quick words on msn with the other.

The email was genius (I really wonder where my dear sisters learned such writing skills!) and insightful! For my sister- a large supporter of anti-boy views- has given me relationship advice. Where did she learn it you may ask- from a book of course, where else! She said :
I've figure you out. Your not afraid of commitment you are just afraid of being trapped in the relationship. You want freedom and relationship together. And every guy you've liked and went out with kept trying to get a big commitment out of you so you felt trapped. So you pulled away a little to see if you had any freedom left and they chased you harder. You just have to find some one who gives you space when you pull away that will let you know that you still have freedom and then be like but why isn't he trying to get me back and you'll start wanting a commitment from him. See all problems solved.

For now I remain impartial to such advice, but it is an interesting concept.

As for my other dear sister, I have not received an email from her in a while, but she still cheers me up when ever I talk with her. This is what the end of our conversation resembled this evening :

HER:?
alright, much love to you too dearling, rock edmonton to shreds love you bunny!!!!?
?
?ME:?
lol . . . bunny?
?
?HER:?
that's right, it's a compliment too
?

My love for them grows each day, as does my yearning for them.


~I pity those without sisters, for who than can make you laugh and cry at the same time ~

Tanning Put on Hold

You’d think with two sisters at home, baby-sitting would not be something i’d get stuck with. don’t get me wrong, i truly do enjoy baby-sitting (when they are not kids from Hell) but it was not what i had planned on doing my fist saturday back in town.
However, as one sister was out of town for a volleyball tournament and the other sick i was their third and final option. so there i was, spending my Saturday evening with a 9 and 7 year old.
We decided to play on the trampoline. Two neighbour boys came over. They (notice how my opinion no longer matters) decided we would play tag-on the trampoline- me being it. So, they stood on the time out tree taking turns charging at me and trying not to get tagged. At one point in time i dove at them from across the trampoline. I took on a wild and uncontrollable rolling action. Unfortunately the trampoline was smaller than i recalled and the turbulent spinning hurled me over the edge and onto a small brick wall.
-OUCH-
I hit my elbow and my leg on the brick wall and a random lawn chair and I hurt my pride. Yet i got back up again. To show my pain in front of children is amiss. I remember as a child, to see a grownup wounded was unnerving. I'd hate to have caused such a frightening experience for them now as their senior.
So now, i suffer from a number of rather large and tender bruises and the memory of a stupid action in front youngsters.

It may be a while before i'm in a bathing suit again

-the joys of being uncoordinated, accident-prone and blonde (i get these superb qualities from my mother)-

Passionate about Pink

As a young girl, my loathing for pink was bazaar and unaccountable.
My best friend and I as young girls, often adjusted our 'favourite colour' many times a week, just to be unique from out younger sisters.
I recall having 'confidential conferences' by the water fountain during class time, we discussed how one of our copious sisters had decided to share our favourite colour. As the older and 'wiser' ones, we would not allow it. We would come up with a new colour to claim as ours.
There were two colours however, that were never 'ours'. Purple and Pink.
Purple, because it had been associated with my sister since I can remember, and to share a favourite colour with your sister is just tacky.
Pink, was pink. It was the colour which defined a 'girly-girl' something which neither of as wanted any connection with.

It took me 16 years to overcome that stereotype.

Now, on this beautiful spring day, I find myself dressed in practically all pink.
This is not due to the fact that I am now a 'girly-girl', but because I am fond of the colour. It is an exceedingly happy colour, I often use it to reflect my moods.
In fact, I am using it to reflect my mood regarding the weather!

It truly is a b-e-a-utiful colour!


-Pink makes me happy!-