I have this contact on my Facebook.
She was a sweet little girl. Her grandparents immigrated to Canada with my Dad in the 60s.....we grew up like cousins. She had blond hair, blue eyes, wore frilly dresses and glasses. Finally reconnected via Facebook this year...only...
Her name is now Victor (which, while I don't CARE if she is gay/boy/girl whatever...was a shock)
She was a drug abuser as a young teen.
She was a prostitute in the City we grew up in as a teen.
I possibly shat my pants when I found all that out.
So, yeah. She has issues. However, issues don't excuse ANNOYING Facebook updates.
Her linguistics make me want to kill baby bunnies. And trust me, I LOVE baby bunnies. That's how much it annoys me.
-Homesick w/ da stomach flue
-Jst finished a drop in Yoga. It waz bless. Im so happy. ma mind is relaxed ma body is calm n relaxed. Ma mind body n soul r connected
-YAY ME! I know what was wrong a combo of 20dy of cut back from 4-2gm Nic gum, Asthma n anxity Wind Pipe still kills. YAY 2 deep breathin
-Hey all plz send bliss thoughts ma way. Asthma is acting up n if 2hrs of maintenance shows no improvement dad n I will decide what 2 do ne
And this is about 3-4 times a day. It's slowly draining my will to live.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Possibly the Most Annoying Facebooker Alive?
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Friday, July 10, 2009
How I Became Divorced
So....hubby and I were talking on the phone today (sort of how we live when he's on this shift) and he mentioned we have a mouse trying to get into Grandma's basement window. It was climbing up her screen and kind of doing back-flips off of it. And freaking her out....but that's beside the point.
Grandma called later and said she was going to buy traps to kill it. I oooo'd. And awwww'd. I hate it when cute critters get smushed. Still....I don't want the fucker in my house causing problems. When I got home I took the cat to the window outside her bedroom and the cat looked at the damn thing running around down there, turned around and chased a fly. Stupid inbred Siamese.
Grandma brought out the traps and I read the box...but it wouldn't say how they died. Meaning they starve to death. And I'm sorry but intentionally starving a cute little creature? Ugh. Made me sad. So...we set that one. Then I borrowed the kids fish catching bucket (has a string on it) and threw some bread and peanut butter in there. I won. I caught the field mouse (also known as a vole). And....yeah. Kind of didn't know what to do with it.
So, off to Walmart I went and bought a hamster kit.
His name is Remi. I'm really hoping he doesn't have rabies. Like....REALLY hoping.

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Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Photos from Washington - A-LOT of them.
Pretty much a constant state. Daughter stuffing her mouth with food...and smearing it across her face in the process. This was in the hotel in Spokane night one.____________________________________________________
We went for a walk to try and rid our bodies of Sonic food...came across these in the park. I love the colour combination. And yes, that's how you spell colour ACCORDING TO THE QUEEN.___________________________________

Lavender.
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Right before I bitched the boy out for trying to shove me into the dirt. At the park in Spokane.____________________________________________________
Oh look...we drove 9 hours to play with ground hogs! LAME._______________________________________________________
Beautiful river running through the park in Spokane.___________________________________________________
Kids pretending that they weren't being total jerk-wads to each other 3 seconds before this. In the park in Spokane.__________________________________________________
White tiger at the Cat Tales centre just outside of Spokane. Hubby got it growling by calling it like a house cat. It made me giggle._______________________________________________
Kids being weird at Cat Tales.___________________________________
There are no words. Except these....future-leverage.___________________________________________________
Brilliance. If only it were true.___________________________________________________
In the Snowqualmie Pass, Washington_______________________________________________
Finally in Grand Mound! The kids Cabin in our suite at Great Wolf Lodge.___________________________________________________
The kids and their stuffies they chose._____________________________________________
I wanted to take this before the shit heads created a shit storm. Clearly I wasn't fast enough.__________________________________________
The boy abusing furnite...as per usual.____________________________________________
Kids in front of Great Wolf Lodge - Happy 4th of July!_________________________________________________
Daughter walking through the woods behind the hotel in Grand Mound._________________________________________________
Fooling around with the boy. Love those freckles!____________________________________________________

Daughter - aka the picture ruiner.
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Kids by the water in Olympia on July 4th!__________________________________________________
Sea life...only dead._________________________________________________
The kids and I in front of the State Capital building in Olympia.________________________________________
The State Capital building.___________________________________________
A beautiful tree on the grounds of the Capital. I miss these._____________________________________________________
Mount St. Helen's - spectacular._________________________________________________
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Things that make you say "Hmmmm" - Inspired by RUM
- In medieval England jurors weren't fed until they reached a decision.
- The Chinese used to scatter firecrackers around the house - as fire alarms.
- 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
- A child laughs about 400 times per day. Adults laugh about 15 times.
- The blood vessels of a blue whale are so wide that an adult trout could swim through them.
- Some beaver dams are more than 1,000 years old.
- Male hospital patients fall out of bed twice as often as female patients.
- 25% of Americans think Sherlock Holmes was a real person.
- The leading cause of death in Papua, New Guinea is falling out of a tree.
- Babies are born without kneecaps.
- In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons combined.
- Los Angeles is 2cm closer to San Fransisco than it was a year ago.
- In her entire lifetime, Queen Isabella of Spain (1451-1504) bathed twice. King Louis XIV bathed three times.
- Per capita, the cities of Winnipeg and CALGARY drink the most Slurpees in the world.
- More than 50% of all the lakes in the world are in CANADA
- Belgians once tried to deliver mail using cats. (It didn't work.)
Meet the Repressed Pirate Mom
- Holly
- Alberta, Canada
- Working full time as a legal assistant, married to a cop, raising two kids who despite our attempts at supression are stubbornly strong willed, and living in a busy city longing for the simple life
Confessions of a Rum Drinker
- I am old enough to know what a "Fraggle" is, who Barney Miller was, to have had a crush on "Hawkeye", and to think Les Nessman deserved his walls. My age is a secret (I'd have to kill you if I told you....I may have to do it anyway).
- I know every word to Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer" - same for "Key Largo" though when I play that one I have a rather disturbing tendancy to grin like an idiot and go to my "special land" that exists only in my head
- Christmas Eve Medicine - I have on occasion given my children "Christmas Eve" medicine...now I won't tell you what it is in case anyone from child-services happens to knock on my door....let's just say it starts with 'Bena' and ends in 'Dryl'. Santa is not prepared to wait until 2am to put presents under the tree. Nuh-uh.
- I drive my SUV (yeah, I'm one of those environment-killing asshole gas guzzlers) like it's a Formula 1 race car. I use the excuse that my Dad raced cars and therefore it's in my blood. True story.










