Thursday, January 31, 2008

Can someone please get my Canucks outta here?

Well no more time to wallow around in my pity party...there's a hockey game coming on, dammit. And then the Super Bowl. So really, is life all that bad afterall?

Last night was very part of my "I'm not picking you up late at night anymore" stance with Linds, I've made the following rules (unless there is an emergency). She is to either:

A) phone me at a reasonable hour and I'll pick her up (unless it's a special occassion or a pre-arranged late night thing)
B) find another way home (and this is not to include walking alone, bussing alone late at night, hitchhiking, etc.). A responsible RIDE home with a parent.
C) stay overnight wherever she is, provided that it's not a crack house, brothel, etc. A friend's, where there are parents at home only. And this is the as a last resort only.

So she got a ride home last night with her boyfriend and his father at 11:20 (reasonable, considering there was no school today).

I was on the computer when she frantically rang the front door bell. Two things were weird about this - first of all, she ALWAYS calls me to tell me she's on her way. Secondly, she has keys and usually comes in the back.

I opened the door and she said "hurry, let me in" in a panic. She was white as a ghost.

And what she proceeded to tell me scared the living bejesus out of me and has me nervous about this place we call home.

During the short jaunt home (approximately a 6 minute car ride), a van went zooming past them at a red light and they then rounded the corner and were behind it. It slowed down at that point and pulled into a side road and another van came flying up, did a U turn and the two vans then began exchanging gunfire!! By this time, they were behind Jessie's dad's car and the two kids thought (and asked Dad if) the tires were blowing out...they didn't know what was happening and just heard some very loud bangs. The Dad told them that there was gunfire (he saw the guns and the flash of fire from them) and Linds and Jess ducked in the back seat for cover until they got around the corner to our place (30 seconds away from the incident). Jessie's Dad called police and, probably because he didn't want to give an address, had to go down to the station and fill out a report. Police swarmed the street and there was a helicopter in the area for some time afterward.

Holy batshit, this is getting too close to home. Scary stuff.

My problems suddenly seem trivial. I think I'll just go enjoy my kids now and let the small things take care of IS too short. And this made me realize that we're lucky to be here and that being in the wrong place at the wrong time can have devastating consequences. Whew, that was a little too close.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

I have 800 half finished things on the "to do" list and I really don't feel like doing any of them so I'm wallowing around in ignorant bliss, pretending I'm 12 and that my homework isn't that important. The internet is (of course). I'm doing one hell of a good procrastinating job and holy shit, is it almost February? That sucks.

I'm tired.

Tired of fighting fights with stratas and litigants and dentists and doctors.

Tired of housework (pigs seem quite happy to me).

Basically, I think I'm tired of responsibility.

You know, I see the ex and he's carefree and, besides punching the clock from 6-3, his life is his own. No mortgage (he rents). No worries re fixing things (the landlord does it). No fighting with the 16 year old daughter who thinks 1:35 am is a good time to be picked up each night (it's not). No grocery shopping or laundromat fights. How is it fair?

Sometimes I want to run away....even just for a couple of days.

I was once carefree and happy - beach bag in hand, the world my oyster. Now I live in stress city and worry is my neighbor. Do I want to go back?, I've had my day. But I guess I never really bargained for this. Being on my own, working my ass off just to make sure my kids have a future. Not really living life, just getting through it.

I've had very few holidays in my life time.

I went to Disneyland (and beyond) with my parents once when I was too old to wanna go. I didn't want to leave my friends and "hmmmf'd", arms crossed and scowling, through the entire trip. We'd never done family holidays and, quite frankly, I'd learned to live without them. During summer vacation, at 12 years old, the last thing I wanted to do was hang out with my parents. So, although I appreciate that they tried - the timing was off. Disneyland probably would've made me happy at 7 but, as a preteen, I wasn't feeling it. The donkey zebra picture (below) is from that trip. I will post the others as I find them...each and every one is a miserable shot of me being miserable. Seriously...every single one - arms crossed and scowling, which wasn't really what I was all about. But damn I missed my friends that two weeks.

It was a bus trip and a wheel flew off on the highway at 100 mph. We ended up in the grassy meridian that divided the lanes and probably saved us. Yeeha. I slept through the whole thing.

I did go to Hawaii with my two girlfriends. Now THAT was something...we tore the place up. Literally. I think I've told the story of riding a (ahem) "borrowed" Moped through a hotel lobby. Oh, to be young again. Or maybe not.

K & I had a great honeymoon in Maui. Sort of.

My second trip to Disneyland was with K and the kids. It was at the peak of his insanity/drinking and he caused a huge scene that I can't even talk about to this day. Yeeha (once again)....I wanna go home.

I need to get away. I know it's almost impossible at this point, but somehow I have to figure out a plan. Or at least dream about a vacation. Hitch up my donkbra.....I'm outta here soon.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

Well, although I had more to post, blogger's again giving me the run around so here's what I was able to do. Tomorrow (when I have more time patience), I'll post the pics from my walk.

This is the Olympic Oval in the works...the speed skating events will be held here in 2010.

The oval site is directly across from the airport (with mountains as the backdrop), providing some great views.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

I'm tired. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I hate shopping. I actually never shop (anymore - I'm reformed). But today I picked Linds up and we stopped at the mall so she could "look" at something (which cost me $200) and these two words got me:
Goner. There goes the afternoon. The store that really killed me was Regis Pictures & Frames - 75% off EVERYTHING. Art, posters, prints, candles, plaques, framing material, etc.

I'm going back tomorrow because the car just wasn't big enough.

It kinda sucked that Linds was with me because I couldn't barrel through her birthday (April) shopping like I would've liked to. The deals were incredible. But I bought the stuff anyhow and then just handed it over to her, because she was right when she said it wouldn't be a good birthday if she knew what she was getting. So happy January 23. We'll call it Happy Day. Or "We Broke Now Wednesday"...I like that one better.

Every store had killer shops, cooking stores, body shops. But despite Linds and I "separating" (so I could do said birthday shopping), she tailed me everywhere. One clerk laughed as she saw me trying to shoo her away from a table that I'd already selected items from. "Oh I've already seen that stuff Mom". Piss off Linds.

I also scooted down to check on my investment...the Oval's coming along just fine and I'll be moving in after the Olympics are over. I am getting a little excited. Best 180 million I ever spent.

So here are some pics from today's shinanigens shinanagins shinannigans (how the heck hell fuck do you spell that word anyhow Barb?)
UPDATE: Blogger is a stubborn ass and won't cooperate or post pics tonight. Probably at the Sidewalk sale. So pics to follow tomorrow. They're good, I promise.

And noone died today so I can't even use that as filler. I know, I'm awful.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008


I'm cooking dinner, so can't really get into the tragedy that is stardom. But if Brittney's not a good enough example of that at the moment, here's something awful to convince you...

Monday, January 21, 2008


Today after work I stopped to get a personal pizza for Ty before I headed home. The order was going to take 15 minutes, so I popped next door to play Keno.

I was checking out the pictures that were posted of the people who'd won big in the lottery games and thinking how it was strange that we don't do that. And, as I scanned the half dozen snapshots of people grinning, holding their cheques, my mouth dropped when I saw the last one. Shit, it couldn't be. But it was.


Damn. I asked the store clerk if I could take it and, after hearing why, he said I could.

I sat in the car and stared at the picture in sadness and it made me think...I'll bet he was pretty happy when he won that jackpot. But all the money in the world didn't make a damn bit of difference in the end, did it? When it comes to cancer, money doesn't mean shit. It's nothing really.

I've been spending a fair bit of time worrying lately. But I don't think I'll do that anymore...I think I'll just go with what I've got and ride this life out for what it's worth. Which is much more than what's sitting in a bank account.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Don Wittman, CBC broadcaster for decades, has died of cancer.

It's always sad when a voice like Wittman's is silenced...a voice that we grew up listening to and is part of who we are. It gets to be like the voice of a friend.

Sports have always been big in our household...everything from hockey to curling and I know that, for me, the sound of his voice connected me to my parents (Mom in particular). She was crazy for sports of any kind and it wasn't uncommon for her to have CBC on in the background as I visited her.

Don, like Mom, was 71 when he died today.

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O.K., as most of you are aware, I'm a huge Matthew Good fan. It started with me being a fan of his music but, more recently, I've taken an interest in his blog. He's very involved in human rights issues and is also a political activist, which probably led to this recent interview. Give it a listen, you won't be disappointed!

(And, after the Canucks lost another one tonight, I needed a good laugh)

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I Miss The Sun

Apparently I'm nobody because Linds showed me this and said "everybody's seen it", but I hadn't. And I kinda liked some of it, especially the worry/algebra/bubblegum part, so I'm passing it along.

And, speaking of sunscreen, seen this one yet?

Monday, January 14, 2008

I hate the wind.

I really, really do.

When I was a kid, it terrified me. My Dad was a fisherman and always out at sea. When it was windy, I'd lie in bed, listening to the accordian-style closet door crinkling from the draft in the crawlspace and I'd worry about him, out there on the water. Wide eyed, blankets pulled up to my mouth, trembling in fear. Praying for his safe return. To this day, the sound of a strong wind howling outside still evokes those same feelings of anxiety within me. (Like tonight.)

I'll never forget that particular night, it was extremely stormy and the wind was whistling through the gaps in the window panes. I guess I'd eventually fallen asleep because the phone woke me up. It was around 3 am and I knew, instantly, that it was bad news. What else would it be at that time of night? I listened as Mom answered and then confirmed my deepest fears with her sobbing. "No, NO!!!". I crept out of bed and into the kitchen to stand by her side and wait for the bomb to go off. To hear that my Dad wasn't coming home. Then I remember her saying "it went down?". The worst feeling you could ever imagine - hearing that a boat carrying your loved one has sunk. It turns out a rogue wave was to blame.

It seemed like forever until I heard Mom utter the words "he made it? Where is he?". It was more of a question but God oh God help us, it had to be true. My Mom was always overly dramatic and could never hide her emotion and that night was no exception. She hung up and we both started to cry.

"It's o.k., your Dad's going to be o.k.".

He was in a hospital with his leg broken in 16 places. But somehow he'd made it.

After she hung up, Mom and I sobbed and hugged each other for a long time.

It turned out that Dad was one of the lucky ones....the boat went down fairly close to shore and he and the others somehow managed to swim to safety in the frigid water. Probably helped to numb the excruciating pain in his crushed leg.

I'm sure that it must've been sheer determination that carried Dad to the beach that night. He's always been such a proud father...I'm certain that the thought of leaving his family on their own, to fend for ourselves, pushed him beyond his limits. He's my hero, through and through.

Everyone made it but Dad's good friend Bob, who'd been standing right beside him when tragedy struck. As the boat began to take on water, the split second decision was made to cut the line and release the net full of fish in order to get rid of the extra weight. When they did, it snapped back with such force that it took them all out, killing Bob instantly.

When I ride, I always end up at the Fisherman's Memorial at Garry Point. I get off my bike and go over to Bob's my fingers over it and say a prayer as I look out over the water to the boats heading out to sea. One is for Bob and the other's in thanks that I still have my Dad.

God it's windy out tonight. I really hate it.
O.K., I'm over it now.

Feel like my spunky, sarcastic self again.

So here are some questions of the day that I've been pondering (I may have too much time on my hands before work be the judge):

1/ How is it that a simple order for pick up at the local restaurant can go so horribly wrong?

ORDERED: a quesadilla & salad (Ty) with a steak dinner for Linds (for lunch - that's my girl).

RECEIVED: a bleeding brontosaurus foot; a piece of chicken-like, formed, rolled "product" and cheese (?), tucked into a sweating tortilla (w/o the salsa that gives it the flavor) and a head of unwashed lettuce, broken up into bite-sized (if you're the aforementioned brontosaurus) pieces.

Not quite guys, try again.

2/ If it rains for 40 days and 40 nights, should I be concerned? Start building something now? Do computers float? (I couldn't bear to be cut off from you).

3/ I thought about New Year's resolutions but never committed to them. Is that good enough? I think I win.

4/ How many teeth do we really need?

5/ Why do knees turn into alligator skin when behind them remains soft and smooth?

6/ If the news and gossip entertainment programs show the same things, what is it that I'm watching? Entertaining news? The new entertainment? What?...I'm confused.

Just a few of the things I've been wondering about today. What's puzzling you?

Sunday, January 13, 2008

I'm not very creative, energetic, talkative or interesting right now. Just pluggin' along - working a lot of hours, feeling the big empty hole that Mom used to fill with laughter. But I think my sadness is more than just grief right now. Maybe it's depression, but I feel that it's the realization that this is all there is. We live and then we die. Done deal.

I'm a simple person - I don't need a bunch of material things or money to make me happy. I do need the sun on my face, a ride by the river and to see the mountains against the blue sky. And that should be enough, but sometimes it's not. Just work, money, bills and start the cycle all over again. Why? What for? Maybe Chris McCandless was onto something?

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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

I'd saved a post about hockey that I was going to finish off with some pics, but I'll hold off on that for now. Much more important stuff to report:

Horrible, unthinkable tragedy.....

Did you hear about this story? My God, what IS this world coming to? A man (on crack?) argued with his wife and then took his 4 children to a bridge, where he tossed them off. I can't imagine what the children thought as they watched their siblings being thrown over like garbage. I can't imagine what they thought. I have no words....

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And Welcome To Washington State Junky...Make Sure You Wash Your Hands...

I'm starting to worry about this cold I've had for nearly a month that's settling in my chest and making it really difficult to breathe. Although I saw my doctor in early December, I only just filled my rx three days ago. I'm a procrastinator, what can I say? But it's scary when you hear of something like this creature. It hasn't made its way into Canada (yet)...but with the amount of travellers heading back and forth across the border, it's inevitable that it'll show up.

1/ Wash your hands

That's it for now...a "quickie". I'm multi tasking all over the internet.

Monday, January 07, 2008

And On A Lighter Note....

Football playoffs are upon us. And, with that, I give you this....

Sunday, January 06, 2008

For the love of Jesus, what, on earth has my life become?

I was going to post a lovely "catch up" of what I've been doing lately - mostly hockey related stuff (Superskills, Giants game, etc. All good, fun stuff with my kids).

But I fear I've much more important things to talk about.

Like my brawl at the laundromat tonight.

Yes, it's true. Police and everything.

And please, before you judge me, know that I am not really a hooligan. For the most part, I'm a happy go lucky, cooperative girl who doesn't drink, spit on the sidewalk or even like soccer. I'm pretty level headed (except when driving in traffic) and have NEVER resorted to fighting as a means to solve my problems. Ever. I don't even like hockey fights. I can usually talk (and smile) my way out of anything. People love me and I make friends, not enemies. But tonight was different and I had no choice. I had to lay the smack down.

Here's what went down.

I was tired. Had a busy day today and was at the tail end of it. Took the tree down to Garry Point for chipping (knew I should've headed straight to my rock, but didn't). My last stop was to be the laundromat...I was hoping to make it quick because I had some steaks marinading at home and was eager to get back to a nice dinner.

I went to the laundromat down by my Dad's after I'd stopped in at his place. Not my usual spot, where everyone's kind and the owners shower me with gifts. My happy place. Oh no, that would be too easy. Tonight I had to live dangerously.

As I entered this strange place (o.k., I've been there a couple of times before), I was pleased to see that there were only a couple of people in it and quickly noticed that two of the larger washers were free. Oh joy, that's good - I can put about 80 pounds in those suckers. I set some of my stuff down in front of one of them and headed outside to get the rest. It was then that IT arrived. Bitchzilla. A very big buxom blonde in a vinyl/leather black coat, black pants, black boots - strutting her stuff like she was all that and a bag of Doritos. She reminded me of Joey's agent in know the one. Full of self importance. I knew IMMEDIATELY that she was trouble. She sauntered in like Mrs. America and threw her laundry basket down in front of the other free (larger) washer, where I already had some stuff. I'd planned on using it and was there before her, but thought I'd be nice and "share", so I took some of my stuff to the smaller washers. There were several of them free. I'd placed a couple of my things in the large washer that I'd claimed beside her but thought I'd let this steamroller get her stuff in before I'd move in to finish mine. There just wasn't room enough for me and her big ego over there.

So I was going about my business at the smaller washer when Bitchzilla went out to retrieve the rest of her stuff from her car. She glared at me as she left. It was upon her return that she looked over at me and shouted across the laundromat "I suppose you think you're taking all the little fucking washers too?". To which I said, "watch your language. I've given you a big one and, for the record, there are still some small ones available over here for you". Should've been the end of that. Out of the 7 available small washers, I was leaving 3 for her. And one that had someone's clothes in it. I really wanted to say "fuck you bitch, I was here first", but I've promised Tyler that I'll be a kinder, gentler Mom and try and curb my anger. For some reason he thinks my mouth gets me in trouble?

It was at this point that I overheard her say to the attendant "it's going to be one of those fucking days again". Again? She'd done this before? You see, I usually don't have this problem at the laundromat. It's a pretty simple formula...I get here and put my stuff in a washer. Then you do the same. Not really too difficult...but, apparently, for some it is. I was pretty shocked at her behavior. There was nothing leading up to it...she just entered the room in an aggressive, confrontational state. And when I'm doing laundry, I don't do well with that.

Anyhow, the next thing I know Roseanne's yelling back over at me again as she gestures towards the items I have in the large washer beside hers...

"Is this your shit here?". She knew it was - my laundry basket was right beside it/her.


"Well if you don't come and finish filling this washer in two minutes I'm taking it out and using it".

Pardon me?

"That's my washer and when I'm done sorting my clothes, I'll be using it. Until then, worry about your own laundry, not mine".

Twenty seconds went by when all of a sudden I see Amazon woman grabbing my clothes from out of my washer and throwing them on the floor!!

Oh it's on now. The gloves come off.

I went over and picked them up and said "don't touch my clothes again". And as I went to put them back into the washer, she shoved into me and pinned me up against the washer door. Was she for real? Dressed up like a (wannabe) business exec, acting like street trash? I almost couldn't believe what was happening. Two adults, fighting over washers! At least I was dressed the part.

It was then that I lost it and shoved her away from me. I growled "I've had one fuck of a day lady and I'm in no mood for this". I wasn't lying.

She mimmicked me a bit and then moved out of the way. I turned to go back to the smaller washer to finish there when she grabbed a metal laundry cart and jammed it into my side.

Did she really just do that? Am I dreaming? In the WWE? Or F? Or whatever the hell it is now. How DOES the Sharpshooter go again?

I probably should've just hit her over the head with a metal chair at that point and ran with the wrestling thing. Game over.

I lost it. Completely. Believe me, she could've cleaned my clock...but when I'm mad, look out. I can take down houses. And you don't screw with my laundry. I don't like doing it in the first place.

I rammed it back into her, twice as hard, and said "that's assault and if you do it again you'll be sorry. I don't come here to put up with this shit and I won't". Then I went and looked at my boo boo on my hand. :(

Again, I've never had a fight in my life and tend to get along with everyone. But this creature was unmanageable and just struck a nerve with me. I think I took out all of 2007 on her...she made it easy.

I went back to the small washers and it wasn't long before she followed me over there, to exchange more pleasantries. By this time I was embarrassed at what was unfolding and had apologized to the other patrons, who seemed to sympathize with my situation. What I'd learn later was that this lunatic was a "regular" and everyone there hated her. She'd had physical fights (with men even) on more than one occassion and was always bossy and bitchy and acted like she owned the place. The owners were scared to bar her. I didn't get that memo. But the general consensus was that the people there were glad that I was standing up to her because people rarely did.

It was apparent to me that I was dealing with someone a few cards short of a deck and despite the fact that I was madder than hell, I knew I should probably let this thing die down at this point. It was getting kind of ugly.

She, on the other hand, was ready to rumble.

I ignored her for some time and thought she'd given up when I overheard her say something about punching my face as I walked by to fill the big washer. That was it. I snapped, she snapped and the next thing I know the police were there. Four of them, in two cars.

When they arrived, they questioned me first (outside). She came struttting out at that point and pulled attitude with one of the cops. She'd lit a cigarette and he asked her to put it out, to which she challenged him. He was NOT impressed. Good move brainiac. Now the cops are REALLY on my side.

Anyhow, long story short....the police interviewed the other patrons, as well as the attendant. They all stated that the woman had been the instigator and was obnoxious and that I'd tried to be reasonable and had, in fact, shared the washers (despite the fact that I was there before her and wasn't obligated to do so). They confirmed that I'd done nothing wrong and that the woman had come in looking for trouble.

The police then made the decision to "remove" her and as I snickered to myself, they had her retrieve her wet clothes from the machines and escorted her out, instructing her NOT to return. They said it was probably best that I not lay charges because the woman had a blue, swollen hand and had blamed it on me. My guess is that she was probably fighting before she even arrived. Classy.

I then continued on with my laundry and the attendant told me she'd stay a half hour longer so that I could finish. The other patrons came over and we laughed at what had happened....they told me they couldn't stand the woman and that she lived nearby.

Eventually everyone else was done and had cleared out and it was just the attendant and I. She'd locked the doors, as it was now "afterhours". We continued talking and she told me that this woman was a nightmare and this was a regular occurence with her and that she'd been rude to her friends who'd just arrived from the Phillipines and didn't speak much English. She said the owners were afraid to ban her because she'd cause even more of a disturbance, so they just put up with her crap.

I was nearly ready to leave when all of a sudden I noticed that psycho bitch was back at the front door...she'd returned!! She was standing at the glass, banging to get in. The attendant went over and told her that she was closed and couldn't open up. Frankenfemale argued for her to let her in, pleading that she needed to dry her wet clothes. The attendant instructed her to leave them there and that she'd do it. We then called police again, as the woman obviously wasn't getting the message and I'd become concerned for our safety upon leaving.

She left before police arrived and the constable was NOT impressed. She informed us that the woman had been drinking and that she was now going to track her down and charge her with impaired driving.

The clerk from the little store next door came out and questioned us about the police cars. He recognized me (my Dad shops there a lot) and he told me the woman's crazy...that she fights a lot. And that he's had to phone police on her three times. He said she probably didn't take her meds. Just my luck, to "befriend" her.

When I finally was done and left the laundromat, I was pretty scared in the dark parking lot. And I'll be damned if there weren't two dark shadows, smoking cigarettes around the corner. It looked like the psycho lady but I hurried to the car and didn't look back. I dropped clean clothes in a mud puddle in my rush to get in the car. Damn it.

I hate laundry and now even more than ever.

I was going to make this a good, happy post. It's just not possible (yet).

AAAARGGH F#@*%$#)$#(%@*&@$*&

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

My Best/Worst List For 2007:


Losing my best friend, the one always in my corner who could make me laugh out loud Mom. This one's in a category of its own, which "Worst" just doesn't even begin to cover. More like devastatingfuckaluckashit. Something like that.

My Dad's battle with his own life threatening illnesses. Watching his strength and laughter gradually slip away.

My near death experience and the subsequent "procedure" to fix things, which involved a heated balloon. Don't ask.

Losing a friend (Vince).

My first "at fault" car accident (a fender bender, but a piss off nonetheless). "Where Is My Mind?"

The Canucks being beat by the Ducks in the semi finals.

The Lions losing the WF (but it was fun).

Owning a television and overhearing the words "Paris", "Britney" & "George Bush" coming from it.

The anticipation of having won my way into a HUGE poker tournament (Mom would've been so proud). Waiting for weeks on end for it, marking it on the calendar, setting the alarm for 4:30 (yes - AM) and then getting knocked out almost immediately by a really bad beat. And I couldn't fall back asleep either.

My hair. Was a bad hair year this year.

Not winning the lottery, as planned (and spent like).

The state of the world in general. Where do we go from here?

The hospital. Spent far too much time there and when I started giving info to other visitors, it became apparent.

Being drunk dialed by the ex (it's the only time he makes any sense at all. God bless you beer).

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Seeing my brother truly clean for the first time in years - and knowing that he was probaby going to make it as he took his one year cake at NA.

My family in general. They rock.

Dad slowly regaining his health. And his spirit.

Lindsay & her school success (a huge one). Her former school was crap, despite the fact that it's touted as "THE" best school around. To that I say "bullshit". And to those teachers with brick ears who claimed SHE was the problem and refused to support us....a big "kiss my ass" to you all. We've found teachers who know how to teach (and care). I'll be sending you their handbook. It's called "Linds rocks". Learn it.

Just look what this frickin' genius can do....can YOUR kid do that Mr. VP? (Doubt it). And don't try and take credit for it either. This kid's goin' places and it's no thanks to any of you. Your loss pal - I told you so. (Loser)

Ty & Fiona, who brought me endless laughter all year long. You rock.

My internet friends, who've come to mean the world to me (really, you do). More rockers. Movers. Shakers. Quakers. Just an awesome lot you are. ( Cheques are in the mail)

Seeing/meeting Matt Good (again). And some of his wonderful friends.

Seeing/meeting Holly McNarland and then receiving a gift from her the day after (so cool).

The Damien Rice concert. It was during the stuff with Mom....a great release. I cried throughout the entire thing.

Getting a new Geroy jersey, a Geroy framed pic and 800 new pairs of socks. That's huge.

Winning a signed Geroy jersey and an authentic (w/fight strap) "new" Canucks jersey (which we're still waiting for - it's been nearly a year now)

A dog named Chuck, who loves me unconditionally. He could teach his owner a few things (the ex's dog).

Hospital Music.

Being drunk dialed, again, by the ex. Always entertaining and, at 3 am, I usually don't have anything better to do.

This was just rattled off the top of my head and I know I'll be editing/adding more.

How 'bout you...what's your list?