if there is anything that the christmas hamper program reminds me of, it's that even on my worst days, i have a not-so-terrible-life.
i've got an income that sustains my family.
my kids are basically healthy.
no one in my family has a mental illness.
we can all read and write.
basic math is no problem.
we have a working, reliable car.
we have family and friends that care about us.
they care enough that i know if we ran into trouble, they'd help.
we live in a mostly sleepy part of town.
i can buy my own groceries.
it seems to me that for the vast majority of people who apply for hampers at harvest, there are issues in their families that include mental or physical health...
it makes me wonder... what comes first, generally, the poverty or the illnesses? does poverty cause illness or does illness cause poverty?
and the vast majority live in apartments and townhouses that are depressing, at best. who designs these things? do they hate people? kids? or is it just a matter of the most floor space for the least amount of money? and it's usually in the scariest parts of town... you wouldn't walk there after dark, and you'd be careful during the day.
another thing i noticed was that 90 percent are single mother homes, or single grandmother homes. there are a few two parent families and in the two parent families, it seemed that disabilities or illnesses were always a factor. there were only two families headed by single dads. where have all those fathers gone?
about half way through hampers, yvonne and i decided that to apply for a hamper, you either had to be desperate or crazy. sometimes you wonder if someone is lying to you... they are crazy enough to call and concoct a story and sell their soul for some toys and a couple boxes of food.
and desperate... would i want to call up a stranger and ask them to buy stuff for my kids? only if i was desperate.
and then there's that final problem... i know that hampers really don't help the long range problems. they don't "fix" anything. and they buy into that whole idea that you have to have stuff at christmas. and i always struggle with that.
but then i see people who have poured their hearts and souls into finding things they think "their" family would enjoy. they purchase food and clothes and toys and spend way more on their family than i would ever dream of spending at christmas, and it gives them a huge amount of joy. and that is a wonderful thing.
and some of those kids, in the families that get hampers... their stuff comes and they can't contain themselves... it's so exciting. and one kid had told his teacher that he wasn't going to ask for anything for christmas because he knew his dad couldn't afford it and he didn't want to make him feel sad.
it sure was fun putting a hamper together for that family.
it's kind of funny... i always feel a little embarrassed when i tell "development" type people that i'm doing the hampers at harvest.... it's not a development thing. it's a bandaid thing.
and when i tell other people that i do the hamper program at harvest, they often think i'm some sort of saintly, angelic, christmas-loving being.
just part of the messy-world challenge, i suppose.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
last day!
today is our last day at harvest! i am NOT used to working 12 days straight, but it has been good.
Monday, December 19, 2005
who cares? they do, apparently
in an amazing show of solidarity, the family males voted and acted to remove the red lights from the tree and put up white ones.
i am stunned.
i didn't think they'd even notice that i had used a different colour. i didn't know they had a preference. that they would actually put the time and energy into changing the tree is astounding.
i am stunned.
i didn't think they'd even notice that i had used a different colour. i didn't know they had a preference. that they would actually put the time and energy into changing the tree is astounding.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
dreaming...
all last night, of micah...
micah getting lost on a walk
micah getting kidnapped
micah missing in the house.
a friend once told me you shouldn't analyse dreams by what happened, but by the emotions you felt during them. so what's up with this?
i suppose i have been worried about micah... he's been so very sad about his friend moving away. there have been tears almost every day, and then after two really good days, he melted down on wednesday. we're back to a more stable footing, but i'm really hurting for him.
still, three dreams in a row. i feel like i don't want to let him out of my sight.
micah getting lost on a walk
micah getting kidnapped
micah missing in the house.
a friend once told me you shouldn't analyse dreams by what happened, but by the emotions you felt during them. so what's up with this?
i suppose i have been worried about micah... he's been so very sad about his friend moving away. there have been tears almost every day, and then after two really good days, he melted down on wednesday. we're back to a more stable footing, but i'm really hurting for him.
still, three dreams in a row. i feel like i don't want to let him out of my sight.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
yeah, that's just my kid...
at the christmas concert.
who nailed his violin solo.
and looked cute, too.
our little secret:
the lyrics to the blues tune he played:
it was down in old joe's bar room
on the corner by the square
the drinks were served as usual
and the usual crowd was there
the song goes on to talk about the dead girl friend,and how the surviving guy wants a "jazz band on my hearse wagon to raise hell as we stroll along."
a rousing finish:
and now you've heard my story
i'll have another shot of booze
and if anybody asks you
i've got the st. james infirmary blues.
it was supposed to sound like a sad song, and that was the saddest song he had.
who nailed his violin solo.
and looked cute, too.
our little secret:
the lyrics to the blues tune he played:
it was down in old joe's bar room
on the corner by the square
the drinks were served as usual
and the usual crowd was there
the song goes on to talk about the dead girl friend,and how the surviving guy wants a "jazz band on my hearse wagon to raise hell as we stroll along."
a rousing finish:
and now you've heard my story
i'll have another shot of booze
and if anybody asks you
i've got the st. james infirmary blues.
it was supposed to sound like a sad song, and that was the saddest song he had.
rob's mom
when a doctor does emergency surgery for what is believed to be colon cancer, after one has had treatment for breast cancer and "cancer of the spine" whatever that is,
that must be bad, i think.
and when you're not sure if your dad should sleep home alone, and maybe should go to an old age home instead, and if only a few years ago, you heard him say, "if i ever need to go to one of those places, just take me out back and shoot me, please,"
that's kind of bad, too.
but so is letting a man stay home alone, a man who can't remember if he ate lunch 15 minutes ago. or was that breakfast? did i eat? i'm not sure.
and when you're 4000 km away and your siblings are dealing with it, as best they can,
that's kind of bad, as well.
gerrit and fim, you have lived well. you've done the best you could. you've been generous and served and loved. do we just kind of fizzle out in the end? is this the end?
that must be bad, i think.
and when you're not sure if your dad should sleep home alone, and maybe should go to an old age home instead, and if only a few years ago, you heard him say, "if i ever need to go to one of those places, just take me out back and shoot me, please,"
that's kind of bad, too.
but so is letting a man stay home alone, a man who can't remember if he ate lunch 15 minutes ago. or was that breakfast? did i eat? i'm not sure.
and when you're 4000 km away and your siblings are dealing with it, as best they can,
that's kind of bad, as well.
gerrit and fim, you have lived well. you've done the best you could. you've been generous and served and loved. do we just kind of fizzle out in the end? is this the end?
lights
broke with tradition and put red lights on the christmas tree this year (mostly because no white lights were available at the store in the length that i wanted.)
the family is appalled. "hurts my eyes." "garish." "evil."
who knew?
the family is appalled. "hurts my eyes." "garish." "evil."
who knew?
Thursday, December 08, 2005
christmas (again)
it's not that i don't like christmas, or that i don't like how people give and share and think of "those less fortunate," (now there's a loaded term). it's that i wish people would remember in january, when the kids they bought gifts for in december have forgotten what they got for christmas, or seen it break, or are wishing for someone to spend time with them.
it's a good thing, to see people generous and thoughtful and caring... i just wish it happened in april, as well.
it's nice that christmas "brings out the best" in people...but i'd love to see someone adopt a family for a whole year, invest in them, spend time with them... a family that's splintered or hurting or just not making it for one reason or another.
i wish that even if the parents are messed up and lie to get an extra hamper or more than they should, that someone would look at the little kids in the home and find a way to care for them.
there's a lot of things i like about christmas... i just wish it lasted.
it's a good thing, to see people generous and thoughtful and caring... i just wish it happened in april, as well.
it's nice that christmas "brings out the best" in people...but i'd love to see someone adopt a family for a whole year, invest in them, spend time with them... a family that's splintered or hurting or just not making it for one reason or another.
i wish that even if the parents are messed up and lie to get an extra hamper or more than they should, that someone would look at the little kids in the home and find a way to care for them.
there's a lot of things i like about christmas... i just wish it lasted.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
coffee with a friend
had coffee with a friend today...
laughed, listened
felt loved
and loved in return
As I sat at the table of a Main Street diner across from a man called "Java" during his 25 years in jail, I had just one moment of wonder... this man is my friend, and I am honoured to be his.
The last time we had coffee together, a crazy guy walked up to us and started ranting about the state of Canada. At one point he said, "Don't you worry, sir, about your....... daughter?" (You could tell he was a little confused about the state of our relationship.)
"Friend," I answered without missing a beat. And firmly. (And I hate adverbs!)
I guess maybe it is odd that we've decided to have coffee once a week. That this man who robbed banks and did time in just about every province would have something in common with me--twenty five years younger and scarcely a parking ticket. But I like him.
And he likes me.
And we laughed and he blocked my view when "Big Bill" came in for breakfast. Only Linda will know exactly what I'm talking about when I say that I wanted to hide from Big Bill--another Harvest friend... just more demanding than Java, and more crude, and more smelly...
I never call him Java, and I never use "secret" blog names, but I sure hope that some of you, some day, will meet my friend, and I would like to let him tell people his story, his own way and in his own time.
I remember when he first told me... We were working at Winnipeg Harvest together... I was running the warehouse, he was one of my most reliable truck drivers. There was always some mystery about him. He was able to chat, but somehow managed to avoid references to family and his past without seeming secretive.
I thought that maybe he was a wealthy man who had taken a vow of poverty, or perhaps his wife had died and he was in mourning... I felt I had to respect his silent request and I kept my curiousity in check.
(and I am oh so curious)
One morning he said that he needed to talk to me. "That's good," I said, "because I need to talk to you, too." He was an early riser and there were days when he was waiting at 7 am at the door for me. I had convinced the powers-that-be to give him a key and "code" him for the building and wanted to let him know.
When he told me that he had spent most of his adult life in, escaping from, or trying to stay out of places like Stony Mountain, I think I said something like, "Well, that's in your past, right? It's not your present, and where you've come from makes no difference to me." We talked more about that and then he asked me what I had wanted to talk to him about.
I told him I was hoping to key and code him for the building.
I never realized what an impact that made. Years later when the former head warden of Stony Mountain became a volunteer, Java had the pleasure of showing him the ropes, and told him the story... "I told them I was an ex-con, and they gave me a key to the joint."
Maybe Java helps me be aware of the fact that I, too, am an "ex." My own fallenness is no different from his, and while my past has not been spent in penitentiaries, there are many things for which I am penitant. And many things that I am not yet aware of, for which I will be penitant.
had coffee with a friend today...
laughed, listened
felt loved
and loved in return
laughed, listened
felt loved
and loved in return
As I sat at the table of a Main Street diner across from a man called "Java" during his 25 years in jail, I had just one moment of wonder... this man is my friend, and I am honoured to be his.
The last time we had coffee together, a crazy guy walked up to us and started ranting about the state of Canada. At one point he said, "Don't you worry, sir, about your....... daughter?" (You could tell he was a little confused about the state of our relationship.)
"Friend," I answered without missing a beat. And firmly. (And I hate adverbs!)
I guess maybe it is odd that we've decided to have coffee once a week. That this man who robbed banks and did time in just about every province would have something in common with me--twenty five years younger and scarcely a parking ticket. But I like him.
And he likes me.
And we laughed and he blocked my view when "Big Bill" came in for breakfast. Only Linda will know exactly what I'm talking about when I say that I wanted to hide from Big Bill--another Harvest friend... just more demanding than Java, and more crude, and more smelly...
I never call him Java, and I never use "secret" blog names, but I sure hope that some of you, some day, will meet my friend, and I would like to let him tell people his story, his own way and in his own time.
I remember when he first told me... We were working at Winnipeg Harvest together... I was running the warehouse, he was one of my most reliable truck drivers. There was always some mystery about him. He was able to chat, but somehow managed to avoid references to family and his past without seeming secretive.
I thought that maybe he was a wealthy man who had taken a vow of poverty, or perhaps his wife had died and he was in mourning... I felt I had to respect his silent request and I kept my curiousity in check.
(and I am oh so curious)
One morning he said that he needed to talk to me. "That's good," I said, "because I need to talk to you, too." He was an early riser and there were days when he was waiting at 7 am at the door for me. I had convinced the powers-that-be to give him a key and "code" him for the building and wanted to let him know.
When he told me that he had spent most of his adult life in, escaping from, or trying to stay out of places like Stony Mountain, I think I said something like, "Well, that's in your past, right? It's not your present, and where you've come from makes no difference to me." We talked more about that and then he asked me what I had wanted to talk to him about.
I told him I was hoping to key and code him for the building.
I never realized what an impact that made. Years later when the former head warden of Stony Mountain became a volunteer, Java had the pleasure of showing him the ropes, and told him the story... "I told them I was an ex-con, and they gave me a key to the joint."
Maybe Java helps me be aware of the fact that I, too, am an "ex." My own fallenness is no different from his, and while my past has not been spent in penitentiaries, there are many things for which I am penitant. And many things that I am not yet aware of, for which I will be penitant.
had coffee with a friend today...
laughed, listened
felt loved
and loved in return
Monday, December 05, 2005
one of my favourites
Jericho
In my life
I confess
mortared walls remain.
Rough stones of
hate and greed and selfishness
piled up through the ages by
an impure heart and mind.
Lord,
Grant me the faith of Joshua
Let that trumpet of your Holy Spirit sound
and the walls
collapse.
Giving you
my captain of life
the victory over my
soul.
I don't remember the author of this anymore. I want to say Brice Fopma, but really, how could that be right? Anyway, days when I have no prayer of my own, this is what I say.
In my life
I confess
mortared walls remain.
Rough stones of
hate and greed and selfishness
piled up through the ages by
an impure heart and mind.
Lord,
Grant me the faith of Joshua
Let that trumpet of your Holy Spirit sound
and the walls
collapse.
Giving you
my captain of life
the victory over my
soul.
I don't remember the author of this anymore. I want to say Brice Fopma, but really, how could that be right? Anyway, days when I have no prayer of my own, this is what I say.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
sidestepped
yippee.
managed to avoid tobaganning (drat spelling that word) all the boys are going, you see. the other (neighbourmom) wasn't going and so i am also exempt. due to the exciting nature of my life, i'll probably end up doing laundry (that is, after i blog.)
yippee again.
i should probably name this blog "social misfit" or "heel" or "bad bad pastor's wife." and here is why:
we have season's tickets to MTC with a group of pastors that Rob meets with as part of a peer mentoring group. last time we went, i thoroughly enjoyed myself. we saw the play, went to a cafe afterwards and talked and though we are younger than all of them by 15 or more years, it was good and i felt like i could be myself.
this time, things were a little different. this gets very convoluted and i'll try to be clear with the details.
the saga begins: got a message on wednesday from one of the very nicest people i know. i always say this person is as nice as rob's mom. it is very hard to be as nice as rob's mom, and many of you don't qualify. neither do i. not even close.
the message: could you bring a dessert for 13 people for the potluck and $25 for a gift for one of the couples that are celebrating an anniversary. location: across town. too far to walk or bike.
my initial response: potluck? potluck on friday before the play? AND 25 BUCKS? and i have to make DESSERT?! my desserts taste good, but they usually end up looking like they've been run over by a truck. i don't usually make them for potlucks, and i have stopped saying "yes" to people hosting coffee houses who need attractive desserts. i tell them that my dessert will look like hell and no one will want to buy it.
further background: (1) we've begun the christmas hampers. i was going to be at harvest for most of friday.
(2) rob would need to take our car, our one and only car, to the meeting he had (with same pastors) before the potluck, rendering me car-less and looking for a way to get to the potluck. (3) micah's very best friend in the world is moving to new brunswick and friday was his last day. micah would come out of school (and did come out of school) in mourning. i've never seen him look so sad. (4) micah was invited to a hockey game on friday night. he would be picked up, or need to be taken to the friends that were taking him. (5) joey is old enough at 12 to stay home alone, but staying home alone from 5:30 til the end of the play seemed a little long for someone who's just starting out. what to do with him? (6) we are not broke, but we do have about $1500 or more that is owed to us right now. that has created a cash crunch. (7) the couple with the anniversary celebration are empty nesters and from what i can see, are doing just fine. if i'm going to be generous, i like it to be someone that i care about or someone that needs something special (i know i know... judgement call on my own part...but i really barely know these people and what i know, well, they wouldn't be included in my closest circle of friends) (8) rob making the dessert is simply not an option in our home. he makes good hashbrowns, eggs, toast and pancakes. (9) micah has a slight cough and minor cold.
what happened: my sisters had suggested i cut up fruit and go really casual. good idea. i got fruit and cheese and chocolate. however, i didn't get back from harvest in time to get it done, and so at 2:30, when rob left, i said that i would somehow get the dessert across town but that i wouldn't go to the potluck--i'd hold down the fort with the kids til they were all set.. "michele, they don't need our dessert. i'll just tell them we had a bad week (true in some respects) and couldn't do it."
so, rob showed up for the meeting and subsequent potluck without a wife and without a dessert. at some point in time during the potluck, they decided that cafes were not condusive to conversation and so we should meet at someone's house. apparently, rob felt some sort of hint that it should be our house (we are closest to MTC, after all. later i thought, whoa, if rob felt someone was hinting that we should show hospitality, well, it must have been like, REALLY obvious.) good husband that he is, he sidestepped that suggestion and someone else offered their home instead.
rob left the potluck and came home and we walked to MTC. that was a lovely lovely walk. a beautiful cold and crisp night with no wind. if the whole night could have felt like that.... during intermission, the wife of the couple that we didn't buy the present for, thanked us (THANKED US) for the gift. i guess it came from everyone and she assumed we were part of it... I SAID YOU'RE WELCOME! (well what else could i say, really?)
at that point, i thought, "it's true. i am a heel. i am a jerk. i am a social misfit."
afterwards, we were invited back to someone's house for coffee, but we sidestepped that as well... we had confirmed child care til about 10-10:30 and yvonne had gone shopping with joey, but we couldn't really stay out super late while she waited around, so we declined and went home. as well, micah would be home after the game around 10:30 and we wanted to make sure we got him to bed as soon as possible.
in retrospect: we could have bought a safeway cake. (tho i don't care for them myself and would just as soon not have dessert.)
we could have swallowed the $25 and done the "right" thing.
i could have gotten a designated babysitter and figured out a way to keep the kids out of my hair.
i could have taken the bus across town.
but i think i'm willing to have looked like a complete and utter jerk in front of all those people because i got to sit with micah for an hour after school while he mourned the loss of his friend. his friend who creates logos for shoe companies with him and draws incessantly and made him a "finish the drawing yourself" booklet and likes the video games that micah creates, and who has collaborated on writing and illustrating stories with micah. this is a precious friend. instead, i could have pulled it together and managed to cover up my ineptitude. but i didn't.
i really could have avoided some of the embarrassment of yesterday,
but i didn't.
i feel a little bit like the time that i planned a tupperware party and then i wasn't home for it and when i got home the dog drank the punch and my friend and my sister had brought snacks and everyone who stopped by to visit anyone who lived with us was roped into showing up at the tupperware party. (keep in mind we were living with 5 teenage boys at the time.) and the tupperware person was a woman who had to leave the demo time for smoke breaks and she'd take out pieces of tupperware and say "i don't know what you do with this" and she'd throw the pieces at people so they could get a closer look. and i think she used a lot of bad language.
however, that story i can blame on linda because she's the one who laughed at me and DESTROYED my confidence when i said i was going to have a tupperware party (she i must confess is also the one who showed up with snacks when she found out it was really happening. she laughed because she simply didn't believe i would have a tupperware party and she was right--i shouldn't have and i never will. again.)
anyway, this one was ALL MY FAULT, and a little bit of rob's, of course, though he's not the social calendar person. that's been my role since the inception of our relationship and i suppose it will be more role when we celebrate our 50th.
oh what a night.
managed to avoid tobaganning (drat spelling that word) all the boys are going, you see. the other (neighbourmom) wasn't going and so i am also exempt. due to the exciting nature of my life, i'll probably end up doing laundry (that is, after i blog.)
yippee again.
i should probably name this blog "social misfit" or "heel" or "bad bad pastor's wife." and here is why:
we have season's tickets to MTC with a group of pastors that Rob meets with as part of a peer mentoring group. last time we went, i thoroughly enjoyed myself. we saw the play, went to a cafe afterwards and talked and though we are younger than all of them by 15 or more years, it was good and i felt like i could be myself.
this time, things were a little different. this gets very convoluted and i'll try to be clear with the details.
the saga begins: got a message on wednesday from one of the very nicest people i know. i always say this person is as nice as rob's mom. it is very hard to be as nice as rob's mom, and many of you don't qualify. neither do i. not even close.
the message: could you bring a dessert for 13 people for the potluck and $25 for a gift for one of the couples that are celebrating an anniversary. location: across town. too far to walk or bike.
my initial response: potluck? potluck on friday before the play? AND 25 BUCKS? and i have to make DESSERT?! my desserts taste good, but they usually end up looking like they've been run over by a truck. i don't usually make them for potlucks, and i have stopped saying "yes" to people hosting coffee houses who need attractive desserts. i tell them that my dessert will look like hell and no one will want to buy it.
further background: (1) we've begun the christmas hampers. i was going to be at harvest for most of friday.
(2) rob would need to take our car, our one and only car, to the meeting he had (with same pastors) before the potluck, rendering me car-less and looking for a way to get to the potluck. (3) micah's very best friend in the world is moving to new brunswick and friday was his last day. micah would come out of school (and did come out of school) in mourning. i've never seen him look so sad. (4) micah was invited to a hockey game on friday night. he would be picked up, or need to be taken to the friends that were taking him. (5) joey is old enough at 12 to stay home alone, but staying home alone from 5:30 til the end of the play seemed a little long for someone who's just starting out. what to do with him? (6) we are not broke, but we do have about $1500 or more that is owed to us right now. that has created a cash crunch. (7) the couple with the anniversary celebration are empty nesters and from what i can see, are doing just fine. if i'm going to be generous, i like it to be someone that i care about or someone that needs something special (i know i know... judgement call on my own part...but i really barely know these people and what i know, well, they wouldn't be included in my closest circle of friends) (8) rob making the dessert is simply not an option in our home. he makes good hashbrowns, eggs, toast and pancakes. (9) micah has a slight cough and minor cold.
what happened: my sisters had suggested i cut up fruit and go really casual. good idea. i got fruit and cheese and chocolate. however, i didn't get back from harvest in time to get it done, and so at 2:30, when rob left, i said that i would somehow get the dessert across town but that i wouldn't go to the potluck--i'd hold down the fort with the kids til they were all set.. "michele, they don't need our dessert. i'll just tell them we had a bad week (true in some respects) and couldn't do it."
so, rob showed up for the meeting and subsequent potluck without a wife and without a dessert. at some point in time during the potluck, they decided that cafes were not condusive to conversation and so we should meet at someone's house. apparently, rob felt some sort of hint that it should be our house (we are closest to MTC, after all. later i thought, whoa, if rob felt someone was hinting that we should show hospitality, well, it must have been like, REALLY obvious.) good husband that he is, he sidestepped that suggestion and someone else offered their home instead.
rob left the potluck and came home and we walked to MTC. that was a lovely lovely walk. a beautiful cold and crisp night with no wind. if the whole night could have felt like that.... during intermission, the wife of the couple that we didn't buy the present for, thanked us (THANKED US) for the gift. i guess it came from everyone and she assumed we were part of it... I SAID YOU'RE WELCOME! (well what else could i say, really?)
at that point, i thought, "it's true. i am a heel. i am a jerk. i am a social misfit."
afterwards, we were invited back to someone's house for coffee, but we sidestepped that as well... we had confirmed child care til about 10-10:30 and yvonne had gone shopping with joey, but we couldn't really stay out super late while she waited around, so we declined and went home. as well, micah would be home after the game around 10:30 and we wanted to make sure we got him to bed as soon as possible.
in retrospect: we could have bought a safeway cake. (tho i don't care for them myself and would just as soon not have dessert.)
we could have swallowed the $25 and done the "right" thing.
i could have gotten a designated babysitter and figured out a way to keep the kids out of my hair.
i could have taken the bus across town.
but i think i'm willing to have looked like a complete and utter jerk in front of all those people because i got to sit with micah for an hour after school while he mourned the loss of his friend. his friend who creates logos for shoe companies with him and draws incessantly and made him a "finish the drawing yourself" booklet and likes the video games that micah creates, and who has collaborated on writing and illustrating stories with micah. this is a precious friend. instead, i could have pulled it together and managed to cover up my ineptitude. but i didn't.
i really could have avoided some of the embarrassment of yesterday,
but i didn't.
i feel a little bit like the time that i planned a tupperware party and then i wasn't home for it and when i got home the dog drank the punch and my friend and my sister had brought snacks and everyone who stopped by to visit anyone who lived with us was roped into showing up at the tupperware party. (keep in mind we were living with 5 teenage boys at the time.) and the tupperware person was a woman who had to leave the demo time for smoke breaks and she'd take out pieces of tupperware and say "i don't know what you do with this" and she'd throw the pieces at people so they could get a closer look. and i think she used a lot of bad language.
however, that story i can blame on linda because she's the one who laughed at me and DESTROYED my confidence when i said i was going to have a tupperware party (she i must confess is also the one who showed up with snacks when she found out it was really happening. she laughed because she simply didn't believe i would have a tupperware party and she was right--i shouldn't have and i never will. again.)
anyway, this one was ALL MY FAULT, and a little bit of rob's, of course, though he's not the social calendar person. that's been my role since the inception of our relationship and i suppose it will be more role when we celebrate our 50th.
oh what a night.
Friday, December 02, 2005
leave me alone
joey wants the computer.
nag nag nag
says he
get off
leave me alone
says me
attitude
never
works
but i better go
anyway.
42yg
haha you will never see her againj hahahah
nag nag nag
says he
get off
leave me alone
says me
attitude
never
works
but i better go
anyway.
42yg
haha you will never see her againj hahahah
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