I am cursed. This is the second time that I have written a kick ass entry and then deleted it.

So again I delve into what I wanted to say. You will sense the impatience in my writing.

1. Work
*Yesterday was my last flight for a while. I am on vacation again. (Got to love this job)
*The planes are full of Americans who get great bang for their buck on the Canadian Dollar.
*I can spot an American a mile away. (That is terribly critical of me.) They all thought that I was French, as the company is French. Just imagine the broken American version of French that they were trying to speak to me.
*One lady was right into the wine. “Just keep the wine flowing until we get to Santo Domingo.” To which I replied, “Well, you will be drinking for quite some time as we are not heading to Santo Domingo. We are going to Punta Cana.” (Slight panic as I wonder is she is on the wrong plane. Silly me, she has just had too much to drink.)
*Tracy and her husband were on my flight. They are heading off on a well needed break. I hesitate to say this, but all I could think of was the last time that I saw her husband I was in a compromising position with one of his friends. Tracy and I laughed about that. How weird it was having someone I knew in my section. She was so cute, saying that she felt that she owed me for serving her. Please, I said. Your ticket is paying my wages. She is truly an awesome person.
*Arrived at Mum’s after 3:30 am. I did not beat the paper home. That is our joke from when I was younger. “You had better be home before the paper arrives.” And as sad as times are… I arrive home after the newspaper and with not a drop of alcohol in my blood.

2. Church
As it is Easter Sunday, the masses come out to attend. We call them holiday Catholics. They show up for Christmas and then again for Easter. We wanted to get seats so we raced off to church this morning at 9:30 am. Are we not troopers? I went to bed at 4am and was up, dressed, and seated in the church at 9:15. Pretty impressive! I must admit however that Father’s sermon in his dreary and paced voice was challenging me to stay awake.
On Easter Sunday we renew our baptismal vows, and then Father walks around to sprinkle holy water on all of us. It is so funny to see people who try to duck as to not get hit by the droplets of water. I joked to Mum that the water might burn through my skin if it touched my flesh, as I can sometimes be devilish. To my surprise the child behind us (14 years old) started to complain that the water was burning him. I guess the devil was truly among us. (too funny)
There was also this women who was at the wrong church. Now, our parish is quite modern, but not that modern. She had her hands waving, and she was shouting alleluia. It is quite interesting to watch. But it is distracting, as she is the only person in the church really feeling the power of the Lord.

3. Dinner. (This is classic)
It was just Mum and me for dinner this evening. We have had a relaxing afternoon. We broke in her new Easter Cups with home made Sangria. In true family style, we did not follow the recipe. We merely looked at it for guidance. Some Port to soak the fruit in, some red wine, some sprite, and some orange juice. (It was so tasty, that weather permitting, Friday afternoon, Sangria will be served on the patio at my house. 3pm if you are interested.) Mum just commented that she was looking at the recipe as she put the book away, and after having already finished her creation.
Mum wanted to have Turkey, but as it was just the two of us she bought a LARGE turkey breast. I said that it was the biggest boob that I had ever seen. Advice that she could have given to her son (if only she had one) and my favorite line of the whole day…..

Darling Breast does not only mean bosom. It also means the chest.

If I had of known that years ago, I may have stayed out of much trouble.


More break up news this afternoon. My heart goes out to people who are suffering, and on their way out of relationships. It is so hard to even think about trying to start a relationship when so many people are not having a good go at it. D and I joked and agreed that it would be much better if were interested in women. We have tried the man thing, with little luck. Maybe a woman would just do the trick. The only problem…. we am not interested in women.

And with that image firmly planted in your mind…..