When I first met my husband, I was intrigued with the fact he was a professional photographer specifically wedding photography. I loved looking at his many wedding albums and was mesmerized by the moments he was able to capture and loved looking at the pictures of the beautiful, fairy tale princess like brides that smiled back at me in his pictures. He asked me one day if I would like to accompany him to one of his weddings as his assistant, to which I gladly accepted. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be part of someones special day. After about my 20th wedding, I had a whole new outlook on “that special day”. The memories of my first wedding has long since vanished and over the years traditions had changed and it was no longer the responsibility of the parents to organize the wedding.
After many discussions with my husband as we drove home after a wedding, going over and over all the frustrations of the day, we decided we needed to write a book listing all the things that are done that aren’t really necessary for your special day. Out of all of this .. The Don’t To Saying I Do… was born.
I sat down and furiously started to write about all the things that brides plan for their day that just add complications, frustrations, delays and at times arguments leading to tears and even worse – BRIDZILLAS. I was going to get this book “out there” because I thought it would help someone in organizing their day. I had it completed, edited it, passed it on to a few of our customers to get their feedback. All was going along wonderfully until the unexpected happened.. Computer crash. and with it every word I had so carefully typed. Needless to say – I was devastated.
Push forward to a few months ago, where I was cleaning out a basket I keep on the top of our fridge that holds all the little things one doesn’t know what to do with and I found a memory key. Plugging it into my laptop out of curiosity, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what was on it…. MY BOOK – “insert happy dance”
All this to say… stay tuned. I am bound and determined to get this book out there. I know it will help someone along the way.
So the last couple of weeks has been, I won’t say extremely busy, but I just haven’t had a lot of time to sit down and write in my blog. Between work and home, life has a habit of getting in the way. We have a few Christmas parties to go to this year so that will take up some of our weekends and then with the normal stuff like laundry, housecleaning, groceries etc., weekends just fly by. Before you know it, it is Monday and the week starts all over again. What I wouldn’t give to win the 649 or Lotto Max so I could live in a lifestyle I know I should have been born into. I want to be that lady in the Lotto 649 commercial waking up on the huge yacht reliving in her mind the day she found out her ticket won (Not that I am jealous or anything, but I hope her boat sinks.) So here I am on a Sunday morning, a beautiful Sunday morning I might add, drinking coffee and taking the time to sit and type. I thought I would get some things of my chest to make me feel better so I have compiled a list and here it goes.
1. Busy Shopping Centers with people walking around talking on their cell phones. I want to yell to them – PAY ATTENTION TO WHERE YOU ARE WALKING.
2. People walking around – again with their cell phones, texting. GET OFF THE FRIKKING PHONE AND PAY ATTENTION TO WHERE YOU ARE WALKING.
3. In a busy store, people who are walking in front of you and stop suddenly because they are either texting or reading a text – again – PUT THE FRIGGING PHONE AWAY AND PAY ATTENTION.
4. When you are walking behind people going into a store and as soon as they walk through the entrance they stop to search in their purse for their shopping list or even yet – THEIR F…CKING CELL PHONE.
5. When you are grocery shopping and there is no one else in the aisle and you are looking for a particular product in a particular section and suddenly someone else comes down that aisle and stands right in front of you to look for something too – FRICK OFF, I WAS HERE FIRST.
6. When you are driving and you slow down to let someone in who wants to get in your lane and they don’t give you the thank you wave… People have lost the fine art of the thank you wave. It doesn’t take much, but it means so much.
7. You hold the door open for someone and they walk through and don’t even say thank you to you and then the 500 people behind them walk through while you still stand there with the door open …EXCUUUU– USE, DO YOU SEE THE SIGN – HELLO WELCOME TO WALMART ANYWERE ON MY PERSON – I DON’T F…CKING WORK HERE.
8. When you are walking and someone is crossing your path, they don’t even slow down, they just keep walking which makes you have to stop and let them go by….. HUUUUMMMMM EXC– USE ME.
9. Women who are slightly overweight and even the skinny ones too who wear these leggings as pants but don’t have any underwear under them – PARDON ME BUT I DON’T ENJOY WALKING BEHIND YOU WATCHING YOU BUM FAT JIGGLE – PUT ON SOME FRIKKEN UNDERWEAR OR BETTER YET – BUY SOME PANTS.
10. People who stare at you for no reason. Like when you are sitting on a bus or in a restaurant and there is that one person who is always looking your way. LIKE F…CK OFF.. TAKE A PICTURE IT LASTS LONGER.
11. People who let their kids use the little grocery baskets in a busy grocery store then don’t watch them and they are all over the place….IF I EVER FIND THE GUY WHO INVENTED THOSE THINGS I AM GOING TO WRING HIS BLOODY NECK.
12. Family reunions in stores. Yes we have all experienced the family reunion. You know the ones. The group of people who have not seen each other in a long time who stand right in the middle of the aisle, kissing and hugging and chatting and laughing and catching up about Mon Uncle Gregoire or Aunt Mabel. Then when you try to get by with your basket – they give you the dirty look. F…CK YOU, F…CK YOU AND F…UCK YOU. I am tempted the next time I see that to join in and just stand there and laugh with them and tell them I am the long lost third cousin twice removed of Gregoire – who knows maybe I will get invited to lunch or the next family reunion..
Okay – I think I am done at least for now. Have a happy Sunday everyone. I feel better now.
TRUST – as defined in the dictionary states – “something committed or entrusted to one’s care for use or safekeeping, as an office, duty or the like, responsibility,or charge”. It is a simple 5 letter word that we really use every day and don’t think much about it. Phrases like – I trust you will make the right choice; I trust you are well; I trust that you will clean up after yourself. The list goes on and on. We don’t think of its significance, it is a word, part of our vocabulary. But the one sentence that it is used in and has the most impact is – I trust you. Those three words have such an impact on people and their lives – I trust YOU. It means you are confident enough to give someone the responsibility of looking after something you care a great deal for, something that you love, something that you would give your life for if it meant that thing was safe. They are powerful words. So powerful that when that trust is broken, the effects are inexcusable. The anger, hurt, fear that is felt cannot be described. To see the pain caused is heartbreaking. Those three words can make someone feel like they are on top of the world when spoken, but when broken can cause havoc, feelings of confusion, deceit and hate.
So today is my Birthday. Yep – 57 years old. Time sure does fly. I remember when I was in my twenties, 57 seemed so old. Like nursing home old. Like where is my walker old. And here I find myself at 57, not in a nursing home and not needing a walker, although some days it would be nice to have one. I made a vow when I turned 40 that I would never work on my birthday so today I am home trying really hard not to do anything housework related. Of course, all the little things that need to be done on a daily basis are calling out to me. I am trying really hard to ignore the dog hair tumbleweed in my hallway or the toothpaste splashes on my bathroom mirrors. Seeing as it is too early for wine, I have had to fight the urge to sweep up the dog hair or dust or do laundry or clean the bathrooms or any of those other jobs that are calling me. Believe me this is not an easy task. I got up this morning and while having coffee surfed the net, read up on emails, then proceeded to try and think up some things I can do. I went out to check the garden and tried to pull some carrots but decided that this was way too much exertion for me on my birthday so I stopped. I checked the time – still too early for wine. I think perhaps this afternoon might be spent reading outside, or maybe go for a walk. Anyways, that will be my day. The only thing that keeps me going is that I will eventually be able to have that glass of wine and only then will I be able to sit and put my feet up and toast my 57 years on this earth with my best friend.
I have lived in my home for over 25 years now. It is a semi-detached in a nice neighborhood. It is the type of neighborhood where I have watched the neighborhood kids go from being little toddlers at the park to pimply faced teenagers to young adults driving and eventually moving away. Being in a semi-detached, you don’t have the real privacy you would have in a single family home, although now with the homes being built so close together, I often wonder what is the real difference. Neighbors have come and gone beside us and we have been fairly lucky. First neighbors I had when I first moved in were young, new baby, very quiet and respectable until I found out they split up and were selling. We then got a great family, four kids, but at that time I was having my babies so the noise didn’t really bother me as I am sure we were a bit loud at times with little feet running around. When they moved we were blessed with a single mother and her three daughters. Very quiet people who I quickly discovered did not like it when I turned my television up a few notches when looking at a movie. At the time our basement was not finished so our TV was in the living room. I would quickly hear the bang bang bang on the adjoining wall telling us we were too loud. I begged to differ. This became very annoying as it seemed that any little noise we made would bring the bang bang bang back. I was relieved when they moved. Our next neighbor was a single young lady who ended up being like a daughter to me. She was great. I looked forward to our chats over the fence and we were always exchanging jokes and comments and even a few glasses of wine. It was a very sad day when she met the man of her dreams and announced she was selling. I still miss her. This brings us to our now neighbors. A brother and sister in their twenties with lots and lots, let me emphasis on the lots, of friends. They sit out on the deck smoking not only cigarettes, talking loud, cursing and when smoking the wacky tabacky, hack and cough up a lung at all hours of the night. Seeing as our bedroom window is on the second floor in the back of the house, the noises sound like they are actually sitting right outside our bedroom window. Our once peaceful back yard has not been so peaceful this summer. We have had a few nights were we have sat outside and enjoyed the tranquility because they have been away but very rarely. If they are out and come home in the early hours, they usually have to go out and have that last cigarette before bed with all the friends that have come home with them and they talk like it is 2:00 in the afternoon rather than 2:00 in the morning. I have so far remained calm and been a very good neighbor and the twitch in my left eye has not been too bad and I have been able to control it. If I just remember to stay away from the machete in the shed and I think we are good. Or maybe next party they have and they are all sitting out on the deck, I will come out wearing only my underwear with a lampshade over my head and start speaking in tongues and rant about the end of the world. That will shut them up or maybe I will get invited to the party. Either way a win win situation, I think.