this journal is going friends only. if you wish to continue to read it, please post here, this is your only chance ;)
i'm going to stay. i'll make it friends only, i'll go through my past posts i think and delete a pile of crap, and i'll try and blog every day - only this time i'm not going to blog serious stuff, i'm going to post whats on my mind at the moment and make it more light weight. not so much a journal, as a quick daily thought.
what do you think?
and if i make it friends only, how do i make sure you are on my list of who will see it? and is there a way to get rid of people that hve friended me who i dont even know? i actually have about three such people...no idea who they are.
lately i've felt the need to go around the internet and delete all the crap i've left behind, thats just spam and junk. so gone are my two accounts, numerous websites i started but really didnt find anyone visiting and blogs etc that are really not important.
i'm thinkign of deleting this account as well actually. i really dont feel the need to blog anymore and although i have many friends here, i often forget to come here and read stuff. If i could get a live feed from here it might make a difference - remind me when you're updating... but i've tried and it wont work.
the other thing is i might keep it, but go friends only. i have about 20 people on my list here who signed up to read my journal entries, and i've never met them here, they've never commentd on my entries and i have no idea why they signed up,, so if i go friends only, it will weed those people out.
i'm finding i really dont have anything to say though, these days.
the interview is up on the website of Dim Lights Thick Smoke Production (DLTSP) an on line rock magazine of sorts, as an audio file.
find it here: http://www.dltsp.com/?p=297#more-297 part one, and part two link is on the right side of the page. Part one is 11 minutes, part 2 is about 15 minutes and feel free to leave a comment over there,... david from dltsp would love to know people visited his new site.
thanks.
-got up 8:30 saturday
-had breakfast
-went to mall - hubby had breakfast with kid, i wandered the mall, had a 10 minute shiatsu massage, went to the BAY and actuallly (wait for it.....) found a pair of skinny jeans with high waist! and i had to drop a size to fit into them. (yes, drop). I actually might go buy a smaller size again this week if i can find a BAY that carries a size 6. yes... 6. (all the other jeans that are low rise are like...12 and i still cant get my ass into them! heh)
-did some grocery shopping, came home
-did a load of laundry
-changed teh sheets on the bed and put away clean laundry from last week still in the basket
-had a nap from 1-2:30
-had a bath
-hubby went to the boat show at 3:30, i downloaded the pics of my last photoshoot with the band (KJB Agents) and proofed and cropped
-went to value village at 5pm and found a longish black sweater (have to wear black to do concert photoshoots so i 'disappear' in the dark)
-went for sushi
-came home, finished the photos and burned onto a cd
-mr b came home
-left at 8:30 and went to a club where KJB Agents did a half hour concert (wearing my new skinny jeans and black sweater) and took about 40 pics of them in concert to practice with those lighting conditions. met the entire family! mom, dad, grandma, aunts, uncle, friends. it was great mom and dad introduced me as 'the photographer'. gave me a $50 gift certificate for a local restaurant too!
-home by 10, bed.
sunday:
-slept in till nearly 9
-up, breakfast, bath
-last load of laundry washed, load from yesterday put away
-back to mall for mr b's coffee and veggie market
-home.
-put away groceries, which means prepping things like cutting radishes off leaves, doing celery so its washed and cut and put in a container, washing baby carrots, doing lettuce heads etc.
-made apple/veggie juice for me and hubby
-did dishes from last night
-vaccumed living room rug, moved rug, moved both couches, and vaccumed all lfloors and corners etc.. and couch too (dog hair)
-redid all the wires on hubby's computer and tied them togethre to make them tidier. moved his tower from the right side of his desk to the left (makes pluggign things in easier and he's a leftie). Had to feed a new wire from up here to downstairs. my internet down there gave up the ghost last week, so i thought i damaged the cable. (all this took me about 2 hrs)
-made my signature grilled cheese sandwhiches for llunch
-vaccumed the entire basement (except laundry room)
-had a computer tech over who got me back on line (needed a new network card)
-put away last load of laundry
-cooked dinner
-dishes
-made a lunch for tomorrow
-sat and surfed as i'm now brain dead :)
i cant believe how much i got accomplished this weekend... partly due to no internet downstairs so i got stuff done, but parltly cause i had a plan and a list and stuck to it. i have to go back to lists! we'll see how much i can carry this over to my working life tomorrow :)))
its a bit blurry in spots, and the sound is not great, but all i had was a cheapie point and shoot, so its pretty good all things considered. gives you an idea of how the band sounds and its a catchy tune! I guarantee you'll be humming... domino... all day.
You tell Donna that she is an inspiration to a lot of people including me. The new album has been influenced by her fight, courage and undying faith in a God who truly gives a shit about our every need and that God has heard our prayers. For that I am truly thankful. Donna is a gift from God and I as many others, treasure her. You tell her she IS "Canada's Bono". She lives what I write and talk about.
You can put that on the U2 site.
Thanks for the update John.
Hey since God is listening to her right now,...tell her to pray for me to get another job so I don't end up homeless. LOL.
Indeed, when i bought this album just a few months back, my name was in the credits list. shocked me. was nice.
not been here for a long time i know, and chances are nobody reads this anymore, but such is life and i still feel like writing tonight :)
who am i? i dont know. i know how i used to look. i know how i used to dress. and the style of my hair and my coloring and the shade of the eyeshadow i wore, and even the style of earrings i chose... but none of that fits me anymore.
my hair is darker, my skin is darker, even my eyes seem darker due to darker shorter hair i think. none of my golden brown eye shadows suit my skin tone any more, and neither does my peachy blush. its too orange. my earrings are too thin and dangly for short hair as the short hair changes the shape of my face (i used to hang on to long hair to make my face look longer and less full). the shirts that have collars and button up, looked preppy when i had blonde long hair. now they make me look typically middle aged business woman and i dont like it cause its not me.
who am i? i'm still trying to figure it out. i've been collecting pics of short hair that is curly, wavy and straight , analyzing face shapes and coloring etc, as well as studying makeup styles. things have changed dramatically since i first learned how to put on makeup. no longer do women feather the darker shadow out from the crease to the outer edge, its now the smokey eye look or morning after the night before rocker chick look. i actually went last weekend and had a woman at the department store shiseido counter do some makeup on me, and bought a 4pak of new eyeshadow. she went alittle wild with it and since i'm not used to color it was a shock of course, but she toned it down some and i quite liked it for an evening look. of course, i cant reproduce the same effect, so i'm going back to get hter to show me how. (she used smokey grey shadow and some bright emerald green sparkly to highlight)
as for clothes and hair, i'm not quite there yet. its been jeans and tshirts mainly cause its all i can fit into these days, but i'm wanting to do jeans and some kind of nice tops rather than tshirts. i just havent found the right ones yet. and.. actually i think it all stems frm my hair. if i could get the hair right, the rest will follow.
try it sometime. put on your favorite outfit, do your makeup, then wet down your head and slick your hair back off your face and make it as unnoticalble as possible. we always do our makeup After our hair... and thats why i think.. because our hair defines to some degree what kind of mood we are in, or whether we are preppy, punk, conservative, romantic, sporty, etc.
speaking of which, its time for another hair cut tomorrow. this time i know more what i want rather than 'do something'. cant get hte same girl, but they're all good there and i only want a few bits off, so shouldnt be a big deal and after a week its usually the right length to work with anyways. i've decided to not fight the curl for awhile and see what happens. and i wish it were darker actually... myself and a friend of mine both like it darker, which it is if its curly. if i straighten it, its quite brown and i like it closer to black.
well,, off to bed. still sick with this damned cold/flu. a woman tonight said her nephew has it and has had it for nearly two months. since its viral, antibiotics wont do anything, so its just rest, good food and vitamins.
i may try and catch up with you all this weekend, but if i dnt get to your journals, and there is something of particular interest, feel free to leave a link back to it.
since people asked to see my 'new' haircut and i've taken pics all along the way right from my long hair days (portland with Tina -photo by her hubby) to just this morning. i have a three way mirror which is how i get the shots of the side and back, but thats also why they're hazy some of them - two layers of mirror.
comments and such are all welcome,
Hair
i tried flat ironing my hair this morning and it didnt want to do anything, so i finally wet it down, gelled it and figured i'd go wavy/curly for the day. as it dried it goes frizzy. too much gel? not enough? too much conditioner? not enough? i dunno. i'm tired of trying to figure it out.
go upstairs to get dressed for work and have a freak out. i end up dumping 4 shirts and about 6 tshirts into a pile for the thrift store. nothlng fits me anymore! its either too short in the sleeves (and so i bought it why? cause there was nothing else to buy and i 'needed' a shirt), or its too large and since i cant seem to tuck a shirt in anymore (too big around the middle), i cant let it hang out loose as it looks like a sack. the other one is nipped in at the waist... terrible look for someone with hips larger than their waist actually... and too short to tuck in to the pants. If its not the wronng size, it doesnt 'fit' me any more in terms of style. Most of what i have suited my long hair, my blonder hair. there was contrast between the blond streaks and the brown shirt. Not any more. Short hair and a tailored shirt dont go unless you actually have some kind of style and at this point my hair is just 'there'. a short curly wavy fuzzy blob on top of my head.
so, back to wearing tshirts to the office. i can only imagine my boss is perhaps getting tired of seeing me in jeans, tshirt and chuck shoes.
i figured it out further... i'm having a hard time discovering who i am. i'm not the old me. i'll never be the old me. i doubt very much if i;'ll ever grow my hair long again, and if its short, streaks are a waste of time and money as they're gonna grow out in a month or less and look like shit and i dont feel like paying big bucks for the upkeep. so i need to discover who i am now. short hair is fine, and its been 'fun' to try new styles and such (not that much fun actually), but i'm to the point that i want to be me. i want to look in the mirror and know what i'm going to look like from day to day. i need a style that i can keep for awhile and that suits me and ' is ' me if that makes any sense? (i think i'd hate to be a model and have people forever cutting and coloring my hair and dressing me up and down, punk and preppy... you'd forget who 'you' are).
i dunnno. my identity shouldnt be tied up in hair and clothes, but really, on one level thats exactly what it is. i'm tired of not knowing who i am yet.
-The pain in my neck/collarbone area is muscle related. its called the subclavien mastoid or some such thing. runs from behind your ear, down to your collarbone and splits into two = one side to the breastbone, the other to near your shoulder. if you pinch a nerve in that area, yu can get anyting from a headache, to vertigo, to motion sick, to blurred vision, to jaw pain, to sore throat. (how's that for random symptoms lol) You would figure that if it hurts on the right, you'd stretch your muscle by turning to the left, but not according to the medical website i read today.. you turn it to the right and point your chin down to your shoulder.
i figured out how i did it, i think. i tried for days to figure out why its getting worse and wont go away, and what i did to start it in the first place. couldnt figure it out till i laid on the couch at work with a cushion under my right side of my head... its how i'm sleeping at night, with my ipod in my ears. i['m bunching the pillow up abit and pushing a hole into it where my ear and ear bud go (its a feather pillow). apparently, thats not working.. so i guess flat on my back for 15 minutes if i'm going to listen, or not at all in bed. (sucks)
havent figured out how to get rid of the pain though, but have myself booked for accuprressure on thursday 10 minutes from work.
-Have a pain in my butt. (yep, neck and butt lol). again i googled images (hip muscles) and found out that there is a muscle that goes from your tailbone to the inside of your pelvic girdle. its got a cool name too but i cant remember. in a man, if its sore all the time, its a sure sign of prostate troubles. not sure about women. its also called your pelvic floor if that makes any sense. kinda neat to see the hip area with just muscle and bone and no internal organs. (google is great)
so again, trying to figure out what i did and how and why. i've been gardening but in the past i'd get lower back pain and i dont this time. and it hurts more sitting than it does weight bearing (which is what the internet site said too). So we're out picking up debris from the hedge trimming, and i dont squat down to do it, my legs wont hold me up. i bend from the waist and in order not to use my back wrong, i usually put my feet further way from each other and lean abit. (plus i'm not limber anymore in the back of the leg). So i did it tonight and voilá! Same pain, same place. I tried putting my feet closer together, and when i bend over, bend my knees and stick my butt out more rather than tuck in under (which is how they say you're supposed to do squats with weights actually)., when i did that - no pain.
- more figuring. there is a thing i want to go to sept 12-16 upcountry. its a series of workshops at a very small resort (not really a resort compared to most people's standards but hey, this is Nakusp we're talking about). Anyways, one of the guys who did the doll photo - and who is in the Canadian rock and roll hall of fame, is heading the song wriiting workshops. I really want to go. i've talked to mr b about it a few times, but more seriously tonight. first thing he said is its over three work days. yep. Next thing he said is - thought yu couldnt get any more holiday time off? Thing is that during our summer holidays, i couldnt do more than 10 work days... was hard enough to catch up when i got back as it is. however.. i'm still not workign full time which means hourly wages not salary, which means my vacation isnt paid. which means if i dont get paid vacation - i havent taken my alloted 3 weeks yet. basicially the way i see it, i can take a day off anytime i want if he's not paying me for not being there. (splitting hairs eh?)
so more figuring about this... i cant go alone. there is only camping. i cant tent it. i need the camper. which means mr b has to come too. which is possible, but he'll have to find somethign to do for three days - and if fishing isnt good, he'll be bored silly up there... the town is one small main street and any of his friends will be at work. so looks like it aint gonna happen.
and the figuring i did with this entire scenario?
it made me realize that my entire life i've been finding ways of mentally letting myself down easy so i wont be disappointed and crushed when things i really want or really care about, dont work out. I always try to find reasons for why it wont work. i've done it since i was a child and realized what disappointment was. i've made excuses for why i dont want to go places, or see people, or make things, or whatever... because i know that certain things will never happen no matter how much i wish for it, hope for it, pray for it.
and the other figuring that hit me - because i've done this my entire life - found reasons for why thigns wont work - ive done it not just with things i want and cant have, but its pervaded every other aspect of my life. this is why i'm a pessimistic person at heart - why i look for the shoe to drop, wait for the 'I told you so' moment, etc.
and another discovery (just now as i write this actually)... after coming through the chemo - everyone kept telling me what a positive attitude i had. how 'up' i was. how much i've changed, and how i'm more optimistic etc... and i know why i was like that. I felt that i had brushed with death and come through with a new chance to do things.. things i've been stifling for so many years due to 'committments' and being an 'adult' and whatever you want to call it. The sky was the limit. however... back to reality. Life marches on unfortunately. YOu have to go back to a job, make a living, look after a house and spouse and you cant chuck it all and become a starving artist or join a band and go play clubs. I could if i were much younger, or if i was a man, or if i were single... but i'm none of those things and when you're married, no matter how much your spouse supports you, you're a team and as a team you have goals and plans and you cant chuck it all to follow a dream that most likely will get you nowhere.
i still think i can do anything (within reason) that i put my mind to. If i have the tools to do it (knowledge, drive, determination, support, luck). I guess cause i'm an adult all growed up, i know within myself though, that there are things that i will never be able to do.
( tangent:---> )and it bugs me to no end when teachers and parents tell kids - you can do anything. I hate it!!! dont tell a kid with no ear for music that they can be a rock star. Dont tell a kid who has average intellgence that they can be an astronaut. or the president of the united states - and tell them 'if you only put your mind to it'. If you tell kids that, and they cant do it, they'll grow up thinking they didnt try hard enough, werent smart enough, etc. Encourage them in whatever they show promise in, and tell them there are many things they can grow up to be
anywhoooo. i forgot where i was going with this. (stopping your typing to watch larry king will do that to you). i guess i just wanted to put down on paper why i'm a pessimistic (realistic) person and that i was able to figure this out about myself. (with loads of help i think, from a fiction book i just finished called The Burden by Mary Westmacott aka Agatha Christie - and no its not a murder mystery but a very good story about two sisters)
as for me, my pain will go away hopefully. i'll not do the things that aggrevate it. and i''ll most likely not go to the song writing thing. but i'm going to try my damnest to get into a music lesson this fall closer to home. THAT i can do, with no excuses.
so.. what to do? well, i'm already trimming bits and pieces on the part thats too long to do anything... but the rest will just have to grow i suppose. i'm destined for bad hair days for at least another month. and i cant just wash and wear and go curly either, cause he cut the back llike a Dorothy Hamil bob thingy, and its giving me wings at the back of my head if i let it curl. arghh. short of tapeirng it all tight to my head again, i guess i put up with it.
and next time, i'm going to the girl. at least she deals with long hair. the guys might be brilliant (the first one seemed so at any rate) but i've come to the realization that most male hairdressers prefer short (super short) hair on a woman simply because long hair and women are not sexy to them - short hair is. (singer moby blogged about gay men and the fashion industry and why all models are anorexic and androgenous - very interesting thoughts)
anyhwoo. just wanted to shoot my mouth off before lunch. i'm starving. i'm off.
cant help myself... its just pouring out of me for some reason today. hope y'all dont mind.
-if you're skipping meals to lose weight - me telling you not to aint gonna make you stop, so here's some advice that might work better: dont skip breakfast or lunch - skip dinner. do that twice and then step on the scale. (i didnt have dinner (other than plain yougurt and fruit one night) for two nights and i've dropped 4 pounds.) DONT SKIP BREAKFAST! (you need fuel to start the engine, so that the engine can burn more fuel later)
-love your kids enough to not only enjoy them, but to do your job. and your job is to teach them well enough to be independent happy adults. i see so many young people these days who are unhappy, not really independent adults yet. some still live at home with mom and dad, even to age 30 and i think personally, that its not a good thing. parents will always be parents, they cant help it.... so most 30 yr olds at home are still being treated as the child even if the parent doesnt want to do that... they cant help it. i think about my own upbringing.. my parents did not prepare any of us for the harsh world outside. we had no idea how to set goals, how to go after what we wanted. we were so sheltered that we believed everything people told us and got hurt innumerable times before we figured it out on our own. we had no idea how to stick up for ourselves with employers who took advantage of us. Kids today know their rights, but many of them know little else. So... if you're a parent, shield your child from the big bad world yes... but teach them how to eventually live in that world. (I think the greatest disservice ever done to kids my stepsons age (20-ish) was to eliminate competition in the schools and tell them that they were 'special'. the cold harsh facts are they expect to be treated special in the workplace and cant cope when they find out théy're like everyone else in this world)
-hug your wife. or husband. or boyfriend. or girlfriend. its not often i ever see people holding hands anymore in public, or hugging. i grew up without hugs. ever. the only person in my life who ever hugged me was my grand dad and i loved it, but i only got one a year most times. i crave hugs now as an adult - love how they make me feel when coming from someone i cherish... but if i get one from someone i dont like or dont know.. i bristle all over :) Hugs lower blood pressure they say. and they make the huggee feel great.
-give away stuff you dont want, dont need, dont use, cant fit into anymore, is too big for you etc. Some of my friends here are already doing that (kudos to you). if its too big, dump it before you grow to fit into it again. if its too small and has been for years - you're never going to be that skinny 20 yr old again - hate to say it, but once you fill out, thats it. its called becoming an adult (filling out i mean lol). give it away. if its been sitting in your closet taking up space and you dont use it, have already read it, dont like it, have no place to put it - get rid of it. Its amazing how free it makes you feel to get rid of crap! not only that, but it takes up space. Space you could use and enjoy. AND someone else can get some use out of it too before its too old, outdated, falls apart etc. Dump it. most good wills take anything, some even pick up once a month with a truck, if you call them. some even call you!
-do a random act of kindness today. forget about your troubles - sick children, bad jobs, bad hair day, nothing to wear, tired, cranky, hungry, teenagers giving you grief, boss ragging on you etc... forget about it for 10 minutes and do one random act of kindness today. Buy someone a cup of coffee. Open a door for someone not expecting it. Send a thank you note to someone who deserves it. Bring an apple for the boss and dont let him see you put it on his desk. Let someone with fewer groceries go ahead of you in line. Say thank you (and look them in the eye) to someone in the service industry (getting your coffee, or checkout at the grocery store) - the service industry is the most thankless job there is.
once you do a random act today, you'll feel wonderful. and if you do, try it again tomorrow if you can find something or someone to recieve. start yourself on a roll. try to do one or two per week. if that works out, do it every week. and you could even keep a notebook about what you do - go back at teh end of the month and read your little notebook and then tell me you wont have the most awesome day ever.
-put your troubles in a brown paper sack, and put them down under your desk.(Mentally of course). just tie them up in teh sack and put them out of sight, out of mind for an hour. then try two hours. if you want them back at the end of the day, they're there under your desk... just pick them back up and take them home with you if you really want them. but i guarantee that by days end, you'll have forgotten where that brown paper sack full of worries is.
-one last thing... today - go. do. dont say you want to do such and such, or you should do such and such. pick one thing on your list and just go. do.
We;'ve all seen it - ads on tv showing local people in our community down on their luck, standing in line at the food bank for a meal. Or worse, the starving people in Africa lining up for a chance to take some much needed food home to their families, hoping the aid has come in time.
but on the way home the other night from work, i saw something that struck me as ironic, and just a little sad/pathetic. As i was driving home down the main busy street i always take home, it was the dinner hour (i was later than usual) and i saw a lineup of people nearly a block long. They werent lining up for free food from the local food bank however... they were affluent people, well dressed, well coifed... and they were standing in line to get into a restaurant.
i've been guilty of this myself of course... somewhere that is 'hot' or has unbelievably good food, or is new and you want to try it... we've all stood in line to get a table at some dining establishment.. But for some reason this night, it hit me as unsavory to see nearly 50 people in fancy duds waiting on the sidewalk to gain admittance to an eatery. I could see it juxtaposed in my mind with the down and outers in the skids waiting for a hot meal and hot cup of coffee. i dunno... maybe i just was fatigued from the day. i do know that we (me) take much for granted.. and really the only thing separating us from them in that lineup for food, is the good fortune of a decent job that hasnt downsized us out, good health that keeps us able to work or coping with life effectively, or being born to the right set of parents. Something to chew on at your next meal.
alternatively i could title this blog: its baaaack.
yep. after a year and 3 months without a 'you know what' its come back bit by bit - at first as a nusiance, then as a thing to worry about (is this normal, is it coming back or is there something wrong with me?), and now last night and today its hit me full on.
i'm staying home from work today. i took 3 advil last night and devoured half of a huge dark chocolate bar as well as a huge bowl of popcorn, and spent most of the night pretending to sleep... was actually up at 1am for a bit, then back to bed and finally woke up to the alarm at ten to eight. I had to set it because i was supposed to go out of town today with a coworker and had to call in sick so he'd not be waiting for me to arrive. I just couldnt face being in a vehicle for 3 hrs each way. uggh.
its nearly 9am and im seriously contemplating seeing my doctor at 9. she's in my neck of the woods today at the clinic and i think i'm gonna go see her and ask for a morphine shot. i used to need them occasionally for the pain of the cramps - she'd write a prescription, i'd fill it next door, come back with it in a vial and she'd give me the injection - saved about 4 hrs of sitting in the emergency ward waiting for a urine test to come back to prove i wasnt pregnant and that they could give me the shot and send me home.
i cant believe i'm having a full on period. uggh. so much for being in menopause. as i told a friend yesterday, its almost worth it in a sick twisted way, because now when i go see my cancer doctor - the one that keeps wanting me to take the after chemo drug, the one that told me i'm in menopause- i can tell her that i've had my periods come back. i wonder how thats gonna sit with her? (arent i nasty?)
ladies, i'm back to being sympathetic to your plight each month... its been too easy to forget all about cramps and wonder what the fuss is all about.
so, i was at the doctor's office today and once done, decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, and saw the sign on the stairs 'fire door keep closed' and had a very interesting flashback
when i was a kid, i was very serious. more serious even than i am now
(if thats possible heh). I remember being in a park or campground and there was a wading pool for kids - the water was only about 10 inches deep i think - not a swimming pool, just enough to get wet. My dad left myself and my younger brother there while they went further down to find a campsite or some such thing... I think i was about 10 at the time so they were pretty safe about me not drowning.
So, it was hot out, and i think my dad said something about going in the water to cool off, and then he left and i went over to look at this little pool and there was a sign - no splashing. I distinctly remember being terribly disappointed that i wouldnt be able to go into the water - for my logic told me that you couldnt wade in the pool without splashing no matter how careful you were! (i also remember when my dad came back and asked why i wasnt in the water, i was too embarrased to try and explain it to him)
so back to my fire door sign of today - it stopped me short for a few seconds and i had to laugh at my twisted logic again - fire door keep closed. How do you enter the stairwell, without opening the door? and how do you open the door if the sign tells you to keep it closed? hah.
and now for the first time in my life, i realize why i have such a problem with multiple choice questions - half the time i take the wording too literal and figure they're trying to trick me into the wrong answer!
-tues left work early for doc appointment. had a motorcycle collide with my car as i made a left hand turn (he roared up on the inside shoulder past all the stopped traffic) IT dented the hood twice, took out both fenders and the bumper. i was unhurt.. so was he even though he flew 30 ft
-wed had to cancel my hair cut appointment as i had no car (they towed it away) so i chopped it myself as i as going on holiday that very day for a week of swimming and water and didnt want to fuss with it. Left later that afternoon for the interior. Spent the first night in peachland with hubby's sister.
-drove the next day to kelowna (half an hour out of peachland) to pick up hubby's youngest sis at the airport there, she flew in from Toronto. Drove from there, to Edgewood, about 5 more hours, to hubby's ex sister in law's ranch, and spent a good hour swimming in their creek out back (we spent two days in a truck with a dog and no air conditioning in about 80 degree heat - thats about 36 celcius for metric people - with about 52% humidity) We spent the night there and had home grown beef for dinner.
-drove the next day to Nakusp, about another hour from Edgewood. Have to take a ferry over the river - holds about 20 cars and is kinda cool. Got into town, found a spot to park for the night in a friends driveway, and had a look around town, then a rest, then went to teh music fest that night to listen to a couple of bands. Cant remember who they were actually. Bed early.
-saturday. spent the day visiting people hubby knows, tooling around in the boat for a few hours, then teh music fest that night. Saturday night it was Collective Soul and Doc Walker. Doc walker is a country rock band, very young, and quite good actually. Collective Soul were fabulous and there were actually quite a few songs i've heard on the radio and not known was them. Both had sound problems as the music fest people hired a roadie company to supply the roadies, mic,'s, amps and such, and they had problems all weekend with it. But both bands were very professional and worked around it.
the neat thing about saturday is we couldnt get tickets for that day, but we found a local selling one ticket. hubby wanted to see doc walker, i wanted to see collective soul, so he gave me his wrist band when his show was over :)) (shhhh)
-sunday we spent in the lake on the boat. hubby and i took the boat out alone early and went for a swim with our new cheap superstore boogie boards. first time skinny dipping for me, at age 45 lol. it was great. Visited a friend on the lake for breakfast, came back in and picked up the stepkids and their girlfriends and went boating (ended up on a beach in full sun and no shade - not my idea of fun actually). came back in and had a nap, then back to the fair grounds. The two groups for sun night were Glass Tiger (dont forget me when i'm gone, forever young, etc) and Tom Cochrane. I had contacted Glass Tiger's manager before i left and we arranged things, and i talked to their tour manager too but once they hit town things didnt work out after all - he intended me to meet them at the hotel before the gig, i had no idea what hotel (although there's only one in town, really) and he never called me, so things didnt work out. i did line up after the gig where they were signing autographs, and gave them a doll and a card, but the band itself had no idea what it was all about, so i dont hold out for a photo with them actually.
i have a photo of Tom Cochrane from a few months ago that you might remember me blogging about, so i had it enlarged to 8x10 and took it with me just in case. I tried to figure out how to find Tom or someone in Tom's camp, but there was no way into the secured area. i could see the tour bus, but the security person shooed me away from the chain link fence. i saw Tom's bassist though, and was going to yell at him but forgot his name. he wandered toward the back gate, and i knew that it opened out to the skate park, so had to leave the venue, go around the side and get to teh back entrance, but he was walking away from me again lol by the time i got there. i told the nicer security guy there that i needed to talk to the bassist, but couldnt remember his name. Two roadies were there, and went running after him :)) He looked at me from a distance and i beckoned him over, so he came. I had a photo album of all the doll photos with me and showed him Tom's picture. He smiled right away and remembered the doll from when i sat in their sound check that day waiting for Tom. I wrote on teh back of the photo, asking if Tom would sign an 8x10 of this photo and put my cell phone number on it and my name and the project name. I gave it to Jeff (bassist) and he said he'd put it in Toms dressing room so it would be th first thing he saw. Then he asked the security guy how to get me a pass for after the show, and the security guy told him who to go talk to. i left happy.
The concert was one of the best i've ever seen. It rivaled U2. (not as good of course, but damn near). hubby and i ended up front with his kid and his sister (who's only 5' 2" and very concert savvy) and when Jeff saw me he smiled at me all night. Tom kept coming over to lean over to the crowd and let them snap pics, but i was behind my stepson for half the show, till hubby told him to trade places with me. Then Tom came over, looked at me, didnt recognize me i think, smiled. For some reason i pointed to my ONE band, and he smiled, pointed to his, and i gave him the thumbs up. from there, everyone around me wanted to know 'whats with the white bands'. Hubby was smiling ear to ear at the exchange Tom had with me. i think he 'was proud of me.
after the show, i went back to the camper (2 blocks) and got the photo, started walking back to the venue (baseball diamond and hockey rink) and got a phone call (thank goodness i had the foresight to get a cell phone this year). some guy named Chris said he had my photo signed, where could i meet him. i told him the gate by the skate park, and for some reason told him it wasnt the photo that i wanted signed, i had an enlargement with me instead. he said okay, he'd meet me, take the photo to tom, then bring it back to me.
when he met me in the dark, he looked around, and said: only you??? yep. just me. 'follow me then' he says, and leads me into the compound and into the hockey rink. I see Jeff at the end of the rink and wave to him, show him the photo and he comes running over, looks at the enlargment, grins and hugs me hard and tight. it was great. 'follow me' he says and takes me in to see Tom.
tom is talking to a young blind kid but smiles at me and comes over to grab my hand and give me a hug, the kind where the person stands beside you and grabs you by one shoulder. he and the kid talk for some time, so i go away abit and wait, then they take a photo together and the kid leaves. a young couple come in right away wanting a photo and autographs, so i wait again.. and the guy starts doing magic tricks which were mind blowing actually, and he impresses tom so much that Tom asks him for a business card. They finally leave, but someone hands Tom a cowboy hat to autograph, so i wait again. i'm in no hurry, i'm actually very much enjoying being in teh same room as him and Jeff (who he calls Jonesy over and over).
finally its my turn and Tom asks me how the project is going and I know he really wants to know, so i truthfully tell him that its going well, but the difficulties are always the same - trying to find a way to contact the band initially, having management say yes when the band is interested, and hving the tour manager allow it to happen even when the management says yes. He totally understood what i meant. I had a one band from Ireland with Gaelic on it, so gave it to him and he gave it to Jonesy who said he lost his right after live8. He shook my hand again, signed the photo - seemed surprised when i asked him to not personalize it to me that it was for auction, and gave me another squeeze. Told me that he and jonesy would do whatever they could to help our project. Then it was time to leave (i could see he was quite tired).
i ran all the way back to the camper, and am still bouncing over it. Tom is such a nice guy - so 'canadian' is how i'd describe him - non descript, no flash, puts his heart and soul into what he does, humble. Easy to talk to as well. I think hés coming back to vancouver later this year (maybe) and if so for sure i want to be there.
so that was my vacation. came back abit early and spent the last couple of days putting new roof tiles on the roof, as well as going to a music fest here locally that was free. its been raining since we got back, but its been surprisingly warm and i dont mind it when its like this (i hate cold rain).
I'm back to work tomorrow for half a day. i have to go see about my car tomorrow with the insurance company, then work, then to a doc appointment for mammo and ultrasound routine. breakfast on tues with workmates, pretty much full time as of wednesday. oooooh to be retired :))
Hans did well in the marathon, i think his time was just over 4 hrs, even with a twisted knee! And he dedicated his run to raising money for Keep a Child Alive.
Anti-retroviral treatment has transformed the lives of people with AIDS in the West, returning them from sickness to health (this is called the Lazarus Effect). But less than 5% of children with AIDS have access to these life-saving drugs.
Keep a Child Alive is an organization that provides medical services needed to make Anti-retroviral treatment possible (HIV/AIDS). Doctors, nutrition, testing, transportation, and treatment for opportunistic infections are all necessary for anti-retroviral treatment to be successful. When possible, Keep a Child Alive also provides nutrition for its patients.
Currently, 14 million children have lost one or both parents to Aids, and by 2010 the number is expected to reach 25 million. These children will face enormous risks in their struggle to stay alive. Keep a Child Alive builds and sustains orphanages to keep the most vulnerable children out of harm's way. Orphanages are a last resort, but necessary when children have no extended family to turn to for support.
Hans is currently training for the San Franciso marathon in about three weeks, and has turned it in to another fund raiser for Keep a Child Alive. He is blogging about his training sessions (gruelling but enjoyable) and is asking for people to consider sponsoring him for this run. He has met his current goal of $500 dollars, but last year he raised over $1700 dollars! (last year, poverty issues were in the spotlight world wide). I would sooooo like to see him raise as much money as he can for this Organization.
If you remember my walk for poverty in May, if you thought about sponsoring me then but couldnt afford it, forgot, missed the deadline, whatever... what about sponsoring Hans instead? If you only gave $5.00 (the price of a custom made latte), think of how much more money Hans could raise in three weeks.
If you want to check out his sponsorship page, go here:
http://www.firstgiving.com/runforinspira
and if you want to read his blog about his training sessions (blisters the size of footballs, yikes!) you can find him on my top friends, or go to his sponsorship page where he has a link to his myspace.