My heterosexual lifemate

I have great friends.  I truly do. I never doubt that. Funny thing is, I went through a big gap in time where I was practically friendless.  Moving to Calgary, I had my friend Tammy but as we went our separate ways, I was alone until I found my husband.  My husband Andrew then became my best friend. He fulfilled all my needs. I didn't seek outside friendships, and when I did, no one was like me.  All the mom's at school were older than me, too goody for my nasty personality.  I met a couple of moms named Melissa and Shirley.  They were good friends for awhile.  I could count on them.   Then we moved away from them.  I felt alone, but I had Andrew and the kids.  


My sister same came to stay with us, and she wanted a job.  I helped her get a job and the deal was, that I had to work there too.  So I did.  I joined retail.  I loved it. I could talk all day long. I did what I deem to be my best...customer service.  I was working at Ardene's.  It was OK. But I didn't care for it much. It was the first time in a long time that I cared about what I wore, because I had to look half decent for work.    I then started shopping with my sister and discovered that I loved shopping.  So much so, that I decided if I was going to work, I wanted more benefit from it. So, I applied at Addition Elle. I got a 50% discount off clothes. I was working to get more clothes. I loved it! I could dress up girls all day long.  


That was where I met my heterosexual lifemate, Michelle.  She was my supervisor.  I made other friends there that I am happy I met, like Melissa, Susan, Leanne and Ella. All wonderful, good people.   But with Michelle, there was this kindred spirit.  When we both left Addition Elle, she and the others came over to my house for a dinner party.  We all had fun, drank some of Ella's homemade wine, then one by one, people left.  Michelle decided to sleepover as she was drunk!  Her husband, Matt, was out of town (he's an archaeologist), so better to stay over.  The next day was great.  We hung out all day, she stayed for dinner, and then...slept over again.  Then the next day, we had breakfast, lunch and dinner...and stayed over.  On the fourth day..she finally went home to sleep in her bed.  


Since then, we have been inseparable!  We're always together.  We work together at WestJet.  Last year, we went on vacation together...with our husbands. 


She really wants to go to Vegas this Monday night, but I can't. I must be in Calgary on Tues or Wed to sign bank paperwork.  So she asked if I could bring Vegas to her.


So, this is our plan:


Tuesday (provided I don't have to go to the bank at some point)


Brunch
Light shopping at CrossIron Mills outlet stores
Steak dinner
Grey Eagle Casino for some bingo, Indian style!
Back to my place for some drinks!


I am looking forward to Vegas Tuesday with my bff Michelle!

For awhile, I had nothing to say!

Alright gripers! Here it is. A blog. Just for you.


I spent the day doing stuff. Like, grown up stuff.


I went to Walmart Superstore and got some groceries.


I went to the bank to consolidate some debt and use what equity I have left in this house to finally grow up.  Me and Andrew are 35 and this is really using any bit of money left that we can use to finally become financially responsible.  Once this money is used up, there is no more we can get, so if we fubar ourselves, I don't see any other options other than bankruptcy.  I will avoid that like the plague!  All my credit cards will be cancelled.  I will finally live like most. If I don't have the money to buy or do something, then I am S.O.L.


We are also switching our chequing over from CIBC to Scotia where our mortgage is. I am afraid of this process. I fear something will bounce while we transition.  I did sign up to have my debits round up to the nearest $5.00 with the extra going into a savings account. I have no doubt that this will rack up quite a bit.


Today I wrote up a contract for us with Hilary.  Its brilliant.  Seriously. We should've done this a long time ago. Essentially it outlines all the permissions and privileges, then the consequences if permissions are broken..  We allowed her to put in some items she wanted us to agree to.  Which we happily did.  We both get copies.  BRILLIANT I say!


I have reduced my useage of the EFF word, dramatically.   Tomorrow night is another BB party and it will be a good test for me to see how I am doing with the things I don't want to say.


My kids are in school and summer is winding down.  So is this blog. I dare say, this one was a tad boring. 

Random things I just have to say!!

Currently, I am upset.  You would be too if your baby girl has a boyfriend pushing hard to have sex with her before she moves back to the West coast from the East coast.  Definitely being very strict right now, but it is also preventing her from having some fairly decent fun at the Old Home Week Exhibition with her friends.  I made a deal. I felt like I made a deal with the devil.  I said she could go IF she doesn't see her boyfriend tomorrow for their "hook up" they planned.  She agreed. But did she really? I don't know.  At some point, I have to let go, and trust that I have covered all my basis on parenting and that she will make the right choices.


UGH!


Moving onto other things that bug me...THE BOOGER!!! I wonder if I will ever let that go. Probably not.


My daughter is moving home on Tuesday.  We will be going to family counselling and getting the help we need to love, respect and support each other properly.  Actually looking forward to that, I think we all deserve the peace it will bring.


I want to go back to my last blog about respecting my friend and not using the F word around her.  She was very moved by my gesture and I feel like our friendship has grown.  When I saw how it made her feel, it just solidified that what I was doing was right. IN FACT!  I think I will try not to even use it all!  I want to challenge myself to not say FUCK anymore. Here is a list of alternatives:


fudge. fuzzy. fiddlesticks, flapjack, freaking, flocking seagulls (I've given this a lot of thought)


Next up: Preventing the use of the slang "OH MY GOD" and "GODDAMN"


Moving on to other topics.....


I am making club house sandwiches for dinner and that excites me.  I am craving them so badly.  Its 330pm and I want to make dinner now. 


I painted my toenails.  This is a miracle. I reached my feet. Not only did I reach my feet, I did a great job.   Now I feel all girly with pretty feet.  I am wanting to wear open toe shoes, but sadly the weather has sucked.


So, Amanda says to me "you like bad boys don't you Jody?" I said "No, actually I don't.  Bad boys will cause   nothing but heartbreak and disappoint over the years and then after 10 shitty years he will be in prison and you will be stuck at home in your trailor with your 5 kids and no money"  She laughed and said "he has a mohawk!"  I then went on to say that I prefer geeks. "They provide security, kiss the ground you walk on, you get to have those kids, but in 10 yrs he's provided a home and an rrsp"  Does this make me old or responsible?


I was about to move on here to the next random thought, but dude, all I can think about is that clubhouse sandwich.

Too many thoughts...at one point.

I'm leaving tomorrow for a few days.  Going home to PEI. I won't have Internet access there as my mom is "friend off" with her Internet company.  Thank the good Lord I have my blackberry as there is NO WAY I can go without Internet.  I am addicted. Always have been.  

As I was leaving work, saying goodbye to people I wouldn't see for at least 5 days, I realize how much I love my job and my work friends!  5 Days isn't a long time, but it felt like I was saying goodbye FOREVER!  I'm dramatic like that.


The last friend I hung out with was my friend Keri.  I love her. Seriously.  She is a good person, the kind of person you should have in your life.  She listens when you talk, she's supportive, generous, kind, and fun.  We are kind of opposites at the same time. I love that we can be friends despite some major differences. OK, maybe not major.  She is friend on with Jesus, when I have denied his friend request.  I am a potty mouth, and she keeps it clean. 


Today, I used the f word to emphasize a feeling. Instantly regretted it.  I know she dislikes this word.  I kept the convo going, trying to distract from it.  It was when I left to go home and in my car I said to myself "Self, that was stupid" Then the following conversation went on in my head:


"Why can't you censor yourself?"
"Why do I have to?" followed by "She doesn't care"
(truth is, she does care)
I then rambled on a bit, off topic, but then it came around to this....


"Be yourself cos you know she likes you for who you are, she doesn't want you to change"
"I shouldn't have to change" - it was in this moment I had an epiphany!


No, I don't have to change myself, but shouldn't I be respectful? Its not actually about changing oneself, but more so, being respectful of your friendship? Caring that it makes her uncomfortable? 


I care.  I care enough to make a HUGE effort to not swear in front of my friend.  


I will succeed because I care. 
(WJ'ers, you like that? Its a good line, had to steal it)


I was going to end my blog right there, I thought that was a good closer.  But I kind of want to say that I am still upset over that booger on the bathroom stall wall!




I also had other thoughts, but now I don't remember them.  I think I was going to touch on Big Brother and my teenage daughter. But I forget what I wanted to say.


OK, now that is it.  Have a great 5 days without me!

Again? So soon?

I know, I just blogged yesterday. BUT! In my defense I have something funny to share!

So, I got off work at 1pm. Loitered around talking to people till 3pm.  The whole time repeating, "Im starving, my blood sugar level is dropping" over and over and over again.  I did that for two hours! Finally, I actually started to feel like I better eat or I will barf. Do you know that feeling?  Of course, many people were like "weren't you done like an hour ago? why didn't you actually leave and go eat?"  DUH, I need to socialize!!!  But I know my limits. Barfing does NOT make for fun convo. Well, after the fact it does, but not during!  Finally, I was tired of hearing it, plus Michelle was done her shift so ya know..time to go...

Anyways, I go to the bathroom. There was a booger at my eye level on the left stall panel.  This really upset me. This is my favourite stall. They installed new toilet paper dispensers and this one stall, has the metal thingy up a lil further, which makes it actually possible for me to lean the left to wipe my fat ass, without jamming my right knee into it..  Anyways, im upset cos as I lean there is a booger wiped on the wall and in my face. WTF? WHO DOES THIS? SRSLY!  I was so upset.  I took a picture of it, sent to Maria in the Command Center and said "WHO DOES THIS?".  Apparently, she did an "EWWWW" very loud.  I mean, not so loud I heard it in the bathroom, but enough to make others go "OMG, what?".

That's not even the funny part.

So, now im in my car, and I start my car and just like everyday it says "Perform Service" and today...day number 1 gajillion of it saying that it dawns on me that its talking like my husband. HEY OH!

What do I have to say today?

Why blogging? Why now?  This all came about one day, when Geeta at work said "I love your status updates on Facebook".  She went on to say "I always check to see what you have to say, have you ever thought of blogging?"  Well, of course I have! I used to blog until I discovered Facebook, or crackbook as many of us call it.

There are so many blogs out there, that I had to ask "Does this world need another blogger?".  I asked my friends and they all said "YES!".  I have thought about what I could blog about. My job, my life, my son with Aspergers, my love for purses, Twilight, tv shows, my teenage daughter, travel, cooking, being overweight,  etc....I haven't decided what exactly I will blog about.  Might be a mix of all of that at first, till I figure it all out.

Today, I am having a barbeque with two of my closest friends and their families.  They are drastically different friends. But we all met thru a common place, work.  I find they're very similar, in the fact that I can be myself with them. I don't have to censor myself.  Which is, a big relief.  I can swear, be dirty minded, impolite and silly.  Their homelife is different.  Stacy is a wife and mom of three kids.  Michelle doesn't have any children but is married.   I get a lot out of both relationships.  Stacy and I parent the same way and have the same family values.  With Michelle, she plays into my deviant side.  We love to shop, drink and judge people.  Mind you, Stacy and I do that also. Hmmm, maybe they aren't so different?  I just know I love them and they love me. That's enough!

I am excited to have both of them together at the same time. I always need to be surrounded by friends. Its a need. Not sure why, but I am happiest when with friends.  I crave attention and they give it to me. I like that we can make fun of people, and often "burning" one another.  I can respect someone once they have "burned" me!  Im weird like that.

I don't know how to end this blog entry. So how about I just say bye?
bye.