To See Past What It Looks Like

 It's been a long while since I last wrote here... Life has been keeping me busy, between my FIL drama (house sale, court case and him in general), every day life that just can't be smooth sailing all the way, and this damn Covid pandemic and covidiots are not really getting (any) better... life is taking its tole on me, I guess...  I did manage to spend some quality time with my mother.  Drove 1,300 km with her, helped her reconcile with one of her brothers, even did so ourselves to a certain extend.  There is something to be said to being locked up in a card for six plus hours at the time... we had time to talk, let's say!  I feel (more) at peace with her, and that's a good thing.  

Also celebrated a wedding anniversary (our 21st!) by taking a little road trip to Québec City with Hubby and staying there three nights.  We stayed right in Old Québec, great location, parked the car once and walked around the rest of the time.  We happened to be there along with a friggin' heat wave and oh so humid!  Neither one of us could remember sweating this much without ANY training involved, it was hot! Because of the pandemic, every stores and restaurants were short staff, and it showed.  It was our first time out really in almost two years, especially to restaurants.  The hotel where we stayed, Le Priori, was nice, but I must say that for the price (over $300/night, with breakfast) I was somewhat disappointed. 

The room was nice, and we both enjoyed it, but given its shape, a long room, the wall mounted AC unit wasn't enough so there was another (floor) unit at the other end of the room, which turned out to be by the headboard of the bed.  That thing had a compressor, a loud compressor, that woke me almost every fucking time it turned on.  The first night was the worst, I would jump in bed.  The other nights, I guess that all my walking around in the heat made me more tired and I would still wake up but not jumped as much.  The real disappointing thing was the breakfast.  We got a cardboard box delivered to our room, containing a yogurt, a hard boiled egg, a piece of cheese, an apple, a little bread and three bite size pastries, with a tea or coffee.  For three days in a row.  Because of Covid? Really?  Almost all restaurants around there were opened, so why couldn't they serve breakfast, have it catered or something, rather than these airplane meals lookalike? Oh, and we had no maid services.  We would have to put our towels in a bag by the door and someone would pick it up and return it with fresh ones.  We made our own bed, and took out our dirty dishes.  I understand the Covid issues, but then if they can't offer the services they charge us for they should review their prices accordingly.  The location was great, but NOT worth the price we paid for what we got.  Still happy I went, it was a nice change of scenery and I must say, to my surprise, I enjoyed Québec City.

Health wise, it's been interesting.  Had a tooth ache a while back, saw my dentist (in April) and she referred me to an endodontist, which I managed to see in July!  Talk about emergency! Anyway...  After special xrays, I was told I had an infection at the root of a tooth which had a root canal years ago and a crown.  He said he would have to redo the root canal but didn't have to remove my crown, he could go through it.  My appointment was scheduled for end of August.  It wasn't a pleasant treatment, at one point he pushed hard and actually poke at my sinus.  Not pleasant at all.  But what was worst was after... man oh man, did it hurt.  I was on antibiotics and pain killers for over a week.  When that started to feel better, I started having issues with an UTI.  Another round of antibiotics, but that worked fast, thank God!  Over a week ago I went back to the endodontist for him to finish off the treatment, close up everything.  I was still feeling something so he decided to be cautious and re-cleaned it all and would see me in a few more weeks, just to be sure.  I was to be expecting some discomfort, but was I in for a treat!  Worst pain ever! More painkillers and as of three days ago back on another antibiotics, this one Cortisone based.  Happy to write that it seems to be doing the trick.  No more pain!  It is unbelievable how toothache hurts and affects everything from mood, patience, and everything else.  I'm a little concerned how it will actually be post the next (and final, hopefully!) treatment. I guess time will tell...

Yesterday I watch a movie/documentary called: In and Of Itself with/by Derek DelGaudio.

Wow!  I laughed, I cried and I will watch it again.  Do yourself a favor, take an hour and a half, and watch it. 

Maybe I'm going through an existentialist moment, but this illusionist touched me...  Or maybe it is because it touched something in me that rings so true, like that I'm not only what you see, but also many other things that you will never see...  Trust me, watch it, you won't regret it.

Yup it could happen, and snap!!

 Just finished watching ''Hunhinged" with Russell Crowe, the blurb of the movie is:   After a confrontation with an unstable man at an intersection, a woman becomes the target of his rage.

O.M.F.G. what a lunatic!  The story/acting isn't that great, but the violence and stunt work were quite creative and surprising!  Road rage at the max.  There was one scene, where a woman was driving while applying mascara in traffic, and I turned to Hubby and said:  She deserved to be hit (by a car), and man oh man, did he ram into her car.  It was satisfying to see, because I did (and most likely will again, I'm pretty sure) have thoughts and even visions of ramming our old Civic into a moron  who cut me off or pulled a bone headed move on the road. 

I've been feeling crap, yes the time of year plays into it, the lack of sun, the confinement, name it, and add it to the list.  We are all tired of it all.  I get that.  At times I feel like I could become unhinged too, maybe not to the level of Crowe in the movie, but then again, we he says she should have given him a little courtesy tap (on the horn) rather than hitting it aggressively the way she did, because he wasn't moving from the green light, I got that.  I understood what he meant.  I find that people are driving more and more aggressively, and so much faster than a few years ago.  People are often distracted because of their damn cell phones, or shaving while driving, or putting on make up, or turning to look at the back seat passengers... all those things which take away from they attention being on the road, where it really should be.  I've had a few accidents from people who hit me, while I was stop at a red light on more than one occasions.  Once it was an old man who never slowed down on a boulevard and ram into my car without hitting the breaks.  He didn't have a license anymore and yet, he drove and totaled my car, and as of result of that impact, my uterus flipped.  Another time, some guy hit me, while I was also stopped at a red light, and also totaled my car - he was distracted because he was planning his upcoming vacation on his phone.  Once a little Chinese man ran a red light and hit me as I crossed a street, because he was distracted looking for an address... 

Whatever the reasons, each time, my trust in other drivers diminished and now I wish I had a roobar on our car, so I would feel "protected" somewhat...  

We are more aggressive, less tolerant, and ridiculously feeling entitled, so that make us all a lethal combination when behind the wheel of a car.

I already have any fuse left in me; between my hormones being all over the board, the menopause not giving me any break, the lack of sleep and throw in, for shits and giggles, the family issues and you get me naturally pissed off. Put me behind the wheel of a card, and who knows I might happen to anyone...

It does scare me (Yeah, I scare myself!) at times, when I see how little I need to fuel my fire, to go from zero to 60 in no time flat, but also I see that (for now) I lose my shit verbally. I will raise my voice, talk loud, but (I don't think I do) I don't scream as such.  I talk loud, say things that don't come out nicely nor calmly, and yes I do fucking swear.  Once I've said what I had to get off my chest, I go back to "normal" (whatever that may be).  I've tried (and still do at times, to control that anger often simmering on the back burner.  I feel like I've have enough of people's bullshit and entitlement.  The pendulum is going back too far on the other side.  Telling someone that they are doing or did something wrong is almost impossible these days.  When you do you are called a bully or controlling.  We can't say anything without offending someone.  And don't get me started on the bleeding hearts.  I've have an exchanged (via messenger) last week, with someone who thought it wasn't nice of me to vent about the fact that I've received a piece of Chinese Calligraphy paper rather than a postcard through Postcrossing.  I thanked the sender, mentioned the nice stamp, and also reminded him politely about what was Postcrossing, as indicated on the site:

The goal of this project is to allow anyone to send and receive postcards from all over the world!

I knew that by mentioning my disappointment about the piece of paper that some would comment. I was told I should show more appreciation to the fact that they made an effort to send me something, that maybe they couldn't afford a card, that maybe that was all they add.  My knee jerk reaction was to ask, then, why would someone, voluntarily signed up for Postcrossing to send postcards if they can't afford it?  Why would someone send a piece of paper rather than a postcard?  They couldn't afford one, then they shouldn't send anything.  I know I'm black or white, but if I sign up to play hockey and show up with a broom rather than a stick chances are the other players will not want me to play or to play with them.  Should we feel appreciative that the player tried and showed up with a broom, when they clearly know from the start that they signed up for hockey?  I want postcards, don't care the sizes, the shapes nor the material used for it, but not a piece of paper.  Call me intransigent, cold, name it, I don't care I signed up for Postcrossing wanting to send and receive postcards, and damnit when I don't get that, I will get upset!

Speaking of postcards, Saturday I hosted a virtual Postcrossing meetup and we were, at the peak, 45 participants from all over, including Canadians (23), Belgium, Germany, France, Italy, Netherlands, Norway, Philippines, US, Ireland, UK, Sweden.  Some I've met in real life, pre-covid, and some online and some were totally new.  It lasted five hours, and actually ran quite smoothly overall.  I was concerned how it would be to manage such a large group, but it went well considering everything!  That was a really good way to spend a Saturday afternoon catching up with others sharing the same interests.  It was my first virtual meet international, and will not be the last one I think.

This week will be an "interesting" week to say the least, lots going on with the Father in Law... should be interesting and hoping for the best.

Until things settle down for him all around, we have to manage.  So stay safe and watch out for the covidiots, they're everywhere and they are many of them!!

This and That... mostly in front of the TV

Well hello there!  Fancy finding you here, or is that me?  Life is relatively good on this side of the screen.  I'm keeping busy with this and that.  Not always obvious, but it's good nonetheless.

Weather went from Fall to Summer back to Fall almost, in a matter of a week.  I went from legging to shorts and flip flops, with even a sun burn, thank you very much! -  back to legging with socks!  Last night we had a big storm, the summer kind, with thunder and lightning.  It had been a long time since I heard the gods this angry!

I haven't been watching the news much, so, I do know some black man was killed by a police officer while others were standing by, and that there was a walk with looting... that's all I know, and that's ok.  I'm saturated by it all.  By the media pushing down our throats all this bullshit no matter what its covering, the virus, the useless death of a man, the violence, all of it is just too much.  I saw the speech Killer Mike gave in Atlanta, so well spoken.  I don't agree with everything he said, but a lot of it made sense.  These are crazy times.  We are all feeling it on different levels, we're all affected and even infected by the craziness of it all.  Sad times really.

In order to escape our shitty reality, I asked Hubby to dig out my Harry Potter books, last week.  I'm already on book 3, and man oh man, I still love it!  So much imagination and like someone who sent me a Potter postcard wrote me recently, it would be nice to have such magic in our lives.   We've been watching a lot of television, some shows, caught a few (read quite a few) new series (like "Hunters", "Dead To Me", "Defending Jacob", "Dead Still", "A Discovery of Witches") and watched many movies.  Watched "The Art of Racing in the Rain", which I knew nothing about, but when I saw that Milo V. played in it I decided to watch it, and i cried! Lots!  I will try to find the book and read that. A good cry for sure, and I know, like always, the book will be way better than the movie!

Tonight, we watched "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas".  What a movie that was.  Yes it is about WWII, about the Nazis, but it made me (us, really!) think about those kids (on either sides), the wives and relatives of those officers, something I had never really thought of before...  That too, I will watch again.  Some movies felt like we were robbed of two hours we would never get back, but others, were worth the time to watch them for sure.  One that was weird was "I See You", twisted and yet, to think that someone could slip into our home, and live hiding in our house without us knowing... that is one scary thought!

In case you're wondering about my hair, it is growing (fast), so I've booked myself an appointment with my hairdresser (for when she will reopen) for a cut, but I haven't decided if I want to stay salt and pepper...  Some days I think, nah, don't like it, and others I don't care... so maybe once I have an actual cut (whatever she will be able to do with what I'll have by then) I won't mind the grey so much?  I always thought Jamie Lee Curtis looked great with her grey hair...

So who knows, maybe I'll like it too?  Started "socializing" some.  Went for a walk, with a freaking mask (because my friend insisted!) which I hate wearing BTW, and it was nice to talk to someone in front of me that wasn't my husband.  He's the one who goes out and does all errands, so I haven't seen many real people in the past few months, other than him.  I went out again, with another friend, also for a walk (that is when I got my sun burn), but without a mask this time.  We saw so many people, walking in cluster, no social distance at all, very few were wearing masks, and often those who were weren't wearing them correctly.  If you're going to put a mask on, then put it on you nose and mouth, not your chin or throat.  Like those morons who are alone in their car with a mask on... really?  Do they also wear a condom when masturbating?  Just as stupid!

This whole pandemic, real or not (many conspiracies theories out there) was a major clusterfuck on many levels.  It has affected not only our morals, but hurt everyone.  Our economy hurts and will hurt for some time, some businesses closed and won't reopen, it sucks on more level than one.  The worst of it all, is that we're being fed whatever the government and the Powers That Be wants us to "know" or "think" and that is scary.  We can have those numbers say what the heck we want, and make us fearful... a great way to control the mass... 

OK I will stop here, enough.  Stay safe people!

Post Christmas Blues

Ok, so, Christmas is over.  Already.  All this preparation for one day.  Each year, despite me loving this holiday, I can't help but think it is crazy to put out all these decorations, spend all this money not only on gifts, but on food, clothing, etc. for one day!  It's crazy when you really think about it.

We celebrated Christmas' Eve with Hubby's side of the family, at a cousin's.  It was a pleasant evening; good food, good talks, good company, the kids seemed happy with the gifts, so overall a pleasant evening. Today we (Hubby and I) did sweet nothing but watched TV (finished watching "Bad Blood" - watch it if you can, a series about local (as in Montréal) Mafia), also watched a few movies; we took it easy and enjoyed our time alone.  Spoke with my mom, she called from Florida.  Christmas isn't what it used to be... I have very fond memories of past Christmas, as a kid, and even older.  It used to be a fun (but stressful) time.  We got to see relatives that often we only saw at that time of year.  Now that my mom does the Snow Bird thing, we don't really do anything with on her side of the family.  It's a shame really but since they all live far away (as in six+ hours from here) we don't visit often and we all have our families, so it is what it is.

This year again, I kept true to myself and sent many Christmas cards, and got many back as well.  Between the cards I got through Postcrossing and those from friends and relatives I almost filled up both my doors, check it out!

I will be sad to take down the lights... I love how everything looks with Christmas lights, not only indoor but outside too.  It makes everything prettier...

We've had a few parties leading to Christmas, starting with my birthday one month before.  Had invited a bunch of friends over, played games and spent a few hours together which was nice.   One of the parties we had was for my meditation group.  That is always a fun night.  We do a big pot luck and a gifts exchange.  It is not really a dance party or anything of the sort, but more a fun night among people sharing an activity together and getting together for Christmas.  This year, I had made thirty of these Santa sleighs, as a gift for each member.  They came out really nice and were well received.
 

I think the worst party this year, was Hubby's company.  After being there a few hours I left him there and went back to our room.  He had reserved a room at a hotel nearby (thankfully!)  and that was great; I could escape and he didn't have to drive back so he could party on...  Corporate parties are often a bore for the spouses, and that one sure was!  For me at least!

I've been thinking about this past year overall, and I won't be too sad to see it end... it's been an interesting year to say the least.  A few things have changed, hopefully for the better (time will tell!), some friendships were lost, new ones were created, and who knows what the future holds... One thing for sure, time is flying by and before I know it I will be taking down my Christmas decorations and feel a little sad... I'm most likely to have the Post-Christmas Blues... not because of what I've spent, but because the most wonderful time of the year is now over...

 

30 Day Music Challenge: Day 9 - Makes Me Happy

Day 10: A song that makes me happy


There are a few, like "Happy" by Pharrell, but I have to go to an old one "We Go Together" from Grease, a classic for me!

Will I see Mr. Grey now?!

While watching the Grammy Awards,  Hubby and I started talking about "Fifty Shades..." coming out next weekend (which I already have a date for to go see with a girlfriend! ) after seeing an advertisement for it, and how I'm not liking the casting  He bugged me about Charlie Hunnam etc., which started me thinking about who I saw portraying Christian Grey.  Sure Hunnan would have made those jeans look good, and after seeing this commercial, yeah he could have pulled it off...

There is something I've read or envisioned in the books (that I'm assuming you've read too) that called for un petit je ne sais quoi, that not every good looking men could pull off.  Thinking about actors who could have pulled it of, I thought of these fine gentlemen:

Remember when Richard Gere was all that?  Remember him in "Pretty Woman"?  He looked good and had that little thing that could have been Grey like, but in a way he was "too nice", no?

Then I thought of Patrick Swayze, in "Dirty Dancing" or even in "Road House", but then again, not sure he had the whole package...

I also thought of my Canadian boy, Ryan Reynolds, he might pull it off, but then again, not "mysterious" enough...

What about the other Ryan? Goslin.

Now we're talking right?  He does mysterious, sexy with a little quirk...  Yeah he would have been a good Christian.

But then I think of Eric Bana, also dark and all...

Also a good candidate, for me at least, no?









I thought of movies we've seen recently seen, actors I've drooled over at different times; guys that just peak my interests because of either their looks, their roles, etc. Guys like Matt Bomer (who played Neal Caffrey on "White Collar") but in my books, there was that little something missing. 

He is hot, and can't wait to see him in July in "Magic Mike XXL" (and Channun and all the others, of course!)  especially since supposedly there isn't much left for the imagination. 

But in the meantime, still thinking about which man could be Christian Grey for me, and I think that besides Mr. Goslin, I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe David Boreanaz... 

Maybe it's because of the crush I've had on him since he played Angel on "Buffy The Vampire Slawyer", but I think he would be a choice, no?
Granted in "Bones" he tends to be a little goofy, but I've seen him in "Valentine", he played a meanie which I think he pulled off, so playing a good looking rich guy, with a kinky side could be possible...

Come on, look at him, he could pull Christian no?

In all honesty, I'm hoping that on Monday, Feb. 16th when I come ut of the movie theater, will be just as pleasantly surprised , as I've been for "The Outlander" - I wasn't too keen on the casting, and since the first moment I sat to watch the series, I've been hocked. 

Sam Heugham does a very nice rendition of what I think Jamie Frasier should be like.  I like the way he portrays him, and the production of that series is so nicely done, that it's a nice tribute to the books.

I will say this, I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the actor they chose to play Grey.  He has some big shoes to fills, or should I say many imaginations to satisfy, so many women (and men, I'm sure) read the series and have thought about Christian Grey and visualized how he should look... Jamie Dornan, is a cute Irish pup that I don't know at all, I've never seen anything he's been in (I just looked up his filmography and there was nothing).

Looking at this picture, that is not how I envisioned Mr. Grey. At all. Yes, he's good looking but I guess it will all be in his delivery.  I won't even say anything about the girl.  I will wait for next week.

About Time

Just watched this movie... I loved it.  As we're about to enter April, not that it looks like it outside,  far from that.  We had yet another snow storm.  Winter just doesn't want to go away.  I know that Spring is on its way though, since on Saturday while running errands I've noticed that it smelled like Spring, you know, that smell of melting poop?  Yep, that is one sure sign of Spring, way more reliable than that ground hog, if you ask me.

Wouldn't it be great if we could travel back in time?  Having the possibility to just go back in our lives and do-over some of those bad days we've had?  I would love to.  I'm not one filled with regrets but there are a few moments that I'd like a do-over of sort.  I don't think I'd like to come back to my twenty years old self and change my experiences, those made me the person I am today.  I've worked (on myself) to get to this point.  I would love to go back and share some special moments again... like in the movie, go back to a day I could share again with my father, or with my favorite aunt, or friend.  A simple moment in time I could relive, just because for the pleasure of it, not necessarily to change it, but more to feel it again, to cherish it fully.


Already three months of 2014 have slipped by, at vertiginous speed or at least it felt like it at times.  I've been trying to take it a little more easy since we came back from our last trip.  It's not always easy or even possible, but I'm trying.  I've scheduled myself and try hard to follow it.  I've been good at avoiding work on weekends, and that's a very good thing.  I don't even answer emails anymore.  I take time for myself.  I've been scrapbooking some, working on our wedding album, at night. It forces me to be elsewhere than the office plus I'm away from the computer; bonus.

I've also been quite active with Postcrossing, especially since the prices of stamps are increasing as of today: $0,22 more for local stamps, $0,10 more for the States and $0,65 for international.  That one hurts, since most of the cards I'm sending are outre-mer.  Last week, I went shopping with a friend, at Ikea, and came back with sixty cards.  I'm a postal addict!  The next day I was receiving a little parcel from Poland with sixteen cards in it.  I'm fully loaded, I'd say, and yet, I'll always land on a profile that requests something I don't have; like a postcard of a dog.  Strange but true, I have no cards of dogs. Oh well.  Curious about some of the cards I've received and sent?  Check out my Flickr album, here.  They're not all there.  These are the ones that weren't scanned by the sender that I scanned myself, and they're only the ones through Postcrossing, nothing from the personal ones I've been getting (since 1978), too many to scan.  I still love sending postcards, and receiving them, it's fun to exchange with people from all over the world.  I've been doing it since high-school, with letters, then with blogging and now with Postcrossing and Bacefook.  Hours of fun, I tell you!

Wrapped in a foggy cloud

We watched “House” tonight; it was an episode about this guy wanting to die because he was in so much pain, and how it was affecting him and those around him like his wife and boy. When that kid helped his dad by bringing him some drug and told House he did that because “that wasn’t his dad anymore and he wanted him to die”, it hit a raw nerve, even after almost ten years. As I’m sitting here tonight, I can’t help but think of how I felt when I would see my dad so depressed and hurting, and how I wished I could help him. What that kid expressed was how I’ve felt on more than one occasion.

When the wife asked House to make him well enough for him to go home to do what he had to do, I remember telling my mother the exact same thing… It was hard to see my father, who had always been a hard ass, borderline mean, shrivelled to this thing filled with pain and sadness. I’m sure I have no idea how deep his depression really was, and how much he pretended for our sakes, even if he would also use that to keep us under his control. No matter what or why or even how he did it, he wasn’t well, and that nobody can’t deny.

Whenever we watch a movie or a show, and I see someone committing suicide it gets me. I don’t get overly emotional, but depending on the scene, it does jiggle the heartstrings. Over the weekend, we watched “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” (not the best Pitt movie around, but I kind of liked it anyway) and there’s a scene where one guy shoots himself. The actor, I think, showed the fear and sadness going through him before he pulled the trigger. I remember asking my dad how he had felt before he had started the engine to his pick-up truck, during a previous trial. He had told me everything he had done, from the moment he decided to leave home to him putting the key in the ignition and awaiting the fumes… The level of emotions shown by the actor, Sam Rockwell, was pretty darn closed to what I’ve had pictured my father doing.

I guess despite time, effort, and good thoughts, I can’t really get over these feelings of melancholy grabbing me from time to time, like tonight…

It's called War

We’ve watched “Flags of Our Fathers” this weekend that has been disturbing me since. I’ve been thinking about the reason why. Besides the obvious reason of not understanding so much hatred towards people (because of religious beliefs, colour etc.) I realised that what was bugging me was something else.

One of the things I hate about a lot of people nowadays is the fact that they don’t take responsibilities for their actions. A lot of us expect the government, our officials, or even society in general to “think” for us. We relinquish our powers, our ability to think and to do something. Granted, it is much easier to deal with, than having to think for ourselves. A while back I had seen this reportage about parents of military guys. They had interviewed this mother who was all pro-war, and about how wonderful the army had been for her son. The reporter went back a few months later, after her son had been killed in the Middle East. By then she had turned anti-Bush, anti-war, and the army was the worst thing ever. I don’t get that. I really don’t. The army didn’t change. Their weapons have, the way they fight as well, but the fact remains the same; in a war people die.

I don’t want to offend anybody, nor do I want to diminish in anyway what’s happening but I have to say it. Last week there were a lot of newscasts about this military guy, from the Valcartier base who died in Afghanistan. It was all over the news. His death brought the total number of Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan since the mission began in 2002 to 77. We are in a war, and 77 soldiers are dead. Seventy-seven. Why are we making such a big deal about this? Those men were volunteers; they didn’t joined because they had to but because they chose to. When I think about all the men who died during WWII, not by choice, but because their country told them to… I can’t help to wonder if during those years if every single death created such turmoil… I have my doubts about that. Don’t get me wrong; I’m thankful there are men & women out there willing to do this for my, our protection. This weekend I couldn’t help to feel as if the lives of all those fallen before weren’t as “valuable” as those of today’s soldiers. That seriously bothers me. I’ve been to Pearl Harbour and was moved. There was something there that I had not felt before. I’m happy I went and paid my respect to those valiant, courageous people. They deserve as much respect and “publicity” as today’s soldiers.

When I think of Normandie or even Iwo Jima, I can't help to think of the carnage those guys ran into, and yet...I can't hep to think that it is amazing that since 2002 only 77 soldiers lost their lives in Afghanistan. Are we that naïve that we don’t expect our soldiers to get shot at nor to die? Why is it that we, as a nation, find ourselves at war, and expect no casualties? Why is that?

A Quick note

I don't know if you know, but in my side bar, I have a link to "what entertains me" - I basically put in there all movies I've seen (since starting this blog), play, show, etc. I doing this I came to realise that I/we do watch a LOT of movies. Anyway...

Last night we watched one, it was a TV movie now on DVD with Mr. Sutherland (the father!) and Mira Sorvino and a bunch of Quebecois actors - it's called "Human Trafficking". If you have a chance, rent it, it's a little disturbing... to think of what men do to others... but I think it's a subject that we all should know about...

...my two cents!

"Over The Hedge"

What a day!
Got up early (unusual!), had strange men in and out of the house all morning. When they left, there was a little bit if dust, so hubby (who took part of the day off to be here during the installation of the unit) took out the vacuum and vacuumed everything, even in the basement! Since the "vacuum serpent" (what our cat thinks it is!) was out, might as well do the cat's area (litter bits), and then the stairs carpet leading to the basement.

Then we replaced everything (that had been moved for the a/c installation) and purged some in the process. Decided to make our way to Reno (week day, mid afternoon = no crowd = happy hubby!) to get a piece of metal to which my spice rack would stick (magnetized) and some other thing to hold the ironing board and iron. Within 15 min. we had both things and on our way.

Decided, since it was a nice day, to go for an afternoon drink on a terrasse on the lake shore. Had a bite to eat, a few beers and took the long way home. On our way we stopped at the water place to get refills.

Got home, folded laundry (that had been hanged outside to dry this morning), put up the spice rack and the ironing rack then decided to see what was playing at the movies.

We barely made it for the 6:55 showing of "Over The Hedge" - we both wanted to see it, and it was well worth it! It was really funny. Hubby giggled and laughed the whole time. Hammy (the squirel) is hilarious! With or without kids (like us!) go see it, it's worth the price! On our way out, hubby said he'd like to have it on DVD...
Oh yeah, in November there's "Happy Feet" coming out and I really want to see that one! Look at the trailers, you'll see!

After the movie went to Bureau en Gros to get some cardboards for the garage sale, some stamps and a new track ball for hubby, and $100. later headed home.

What a day! Efficient, productive and relaxing - what more can I ask for!?

This is so weird...

... and I realise it at times. Ce soir on avait loué quelques films, dont "A History Of Violence" que l'on vient de finir de regarder. Interesting. Disons que je suis contente de ne pas avoir été le voir au cinéma. En regardant les "special features" (ma partie préférée des DVD) j'ai réalisé quelque chose d'assez weird...

Au début du film, Tom (personage de Viggo) se défend dans son restaurant et il tire un des "méchants" dans la tête. La scène est assez dégeulasse et sanglante. Dans les "special features" ils expliquent les effets spéciaux pour cette scène et on peut "mieux" voir l'état du gars dont la tête est à moitiée sautée. En voyant ça j'ai dit à mon chum: "C'est pour ça que j'avais demandé à mon père de ne pas se tirer dans la tête... Je savais que ça serait assez dégeulasse." Non mais, how weird is that? Quand j'y pense, tu parles d'une conversation à avoir avec mon père - la façon dont il allait se suicider! C'est complètement fou! J'en reviens juste pas!

Hier soir, dans mon cours de méditation, le professeur nous disait comment les gens étaient mal à l'aise de parler de la mort, surtout de la leur. Et moi j'avais des discussions avec mon père (pas un étranger, pas une connaissance, MON père!) sur comment je ne voulais pas qu'il se tire dans la tête, qu'il fasse ça dans la maison, etc. C'est pas normal et même si je me fout de ce que la "normale" peut être, je sais que pour ça je suis complètement à côté de la track!

On parlait de ses intentions comme on parle de préparatifs de voyage. Tout un voyage qu'il planifiait le vieux! Un aller simple. Même si ce soir j'en parle, je réalise que j'ai probablement atteint ce "let go", tant convoité. Je n'ai plus vraiment de peine, de douleur, c'est un fait, un évènement marquant de ma vie, mais qui ne me fait plus vraiment mal. Je crois que j'ai accepté de laisser-aller mon père avec toute sa colère, sa peine et le reste. Ça ne veut pas dire que je n'y pense plus, ou que je l'aime moins, au contraire. Je ressens une certaine paix face à tout cela. Et je réalise aussi comment c'est weird! Oh well! That's yet another chapter of my life... a not so sheltered or quiet life, but a life filled with events that should be told! I will, in good times!