One of the hardest things about travelling is coming home. And for me that was very true as my flight was very delayed last night.
That aside, I always cry when I leave my sister. Silly, I know, but I can't help it.
It is hard to think that she is there all alone, even though she has her friends that are LOVELY, it is not the same as family.

And that aside, we had a great adventure this last week. Some things to be discussed, others put into the vault forever.... (Hmm, is your mind wandering?)

We have decided to become spokeswomen for the loft in Barcelona, so if you need some advice you can let us know.

Would love to tell you of all the items that I purchased, but at this moment I can't remember. Something about getting home at 12:30 last night (YYZ time or 5am LHR time) and having been up since 10 am (LHR time- 5am YYZ time)

But I am sure that the details will follow.

But for now, no afternoon siestas, of beer for breakfast, or cava for lunch, or "Just one more drink" at 3am.

Back to the reality of my little monsters, and my weight lifting, and my spinning classes.

And dreams of my next escape from the great city that I live in to another European adventure.

Because anyone who knows me, knows that I can't go anywhere without making or causing or witnessing a scene.

Thanks for the great time sister!!!

Miss you already!!!

They say that Gin is party remover.
I beg to differ.

I think that Tom Jones is panty remover.

What? you ask.

I went to see him in concert last night. What a wild evening. I wondered why there were security guards at the stage, and minutes into the stage wathced the stream of ladies of ALL ages sauntering down the aisle with "panties" (hate that word) and sling shooting them at the poor man.
It got to the point that they had to bring a broom onto the stage and sweep them all off. I could not belive my eyes.
The cake goes to the woman who did a little strip tease down the aisle and was swinging a full length fur coat around and then threw it onto the stage.
Those security guards sure got a work out.
Who would have thought?

Would I go again?

You bet!!!

from the wonders of the ocean

a glimpse in to my private conversations


happy birthday Kaffin! dit :
eat cake she says
happy birthday Kaffin! dit :
but not while you're doing body pump
happy birthday Kaffin! dit :
you need both hands for cake
Happy Birthday to Me dit :
i thought that was for weights
Happy Birthday to Me dit :
no wonder i have everything wrong
happy birthday Kaffin! dit :
*evil laugh*

Friday was my unbirthday.

Ahead of schedule I recieved a cake and presents and champagne.
I laughed that they were trying to make me older faster. They said they just wanted cake.

There is a girl that I know that celebrates her birthday all month.
I however choose to celebrate in for a weekend!!!

A busy week coming up as I am off to see Tom Jones on Tuesday night with Lisa. Look out!!! Girls night out. Also busy with my course at Western and a group project (YUCK)

But the most impotant thing is that I will be heading to London, and then Barcelona on Friday night.

YIPPEEEE!!!!

So I have just returned from spending the afternoon with Ryan at the hospital.
He is looking much better, and starting to move around a little more. It was heart breaking to leave him alone there tonight. I would hate to be there by myself. I decided that I would commit to a weeknight as I know so many more people go on the weekends.
That and I can miss a night at the gym for a great reason.
If you had told me a month ago that we would even be on speaking terms, I would have laughed.
Amazing how a near death experience can have such an effect.
Awakened feelings that I have not felt in a very long time. We won't even go there though.

And I was so sad that the Best Little Pork Shop is closed for the season. It is my favorite place. (This from the girl who says that she is almost a vegie except for the fact that she likes to eat sausage.)

So there I am eating my dinner last night. (Ultra Low Fat cottage cheese, spinach, vegetable soup mix, and water chestnuts... sounds gross, but is quite tasty.)
And watching the news talking about how you no longer have to put a 5% down payment on a home purchase, and you can now get a 100% home loan. And then they shoot to the "EXPERT" who discusses the pros and cons of borrowing such money.
Who should that expert be?
CALUMN ROSS.

LOL

Trying to think about what I should write today that would beat the pringles bit, can't beat it though.

Imagine this. Shrove Tuesday.
70 teachers dressed in their PJ's.
I wanted to stop at the store on the way home. Imagine the looks that I would get and how would I explain our crazy tradition.

A funny observation.
What happens when an irrate parent eats up your lunch, and you have no time to eat lunch, and then you nibble on bbq pringles and then go to a spinning class with 21 other bodies and cycle for 75 minutres?
Sweat that tastes like bbq pringles.
And they said that I could never be a science teacher.

It is amazing how quickly you can cherish life.
Even the life of someone that you have not spoken to in a long while. Or someone that I had not even thought of for a very long time.
My thoughts and prayers are with you Ryan.

Is it wrong to stop dating someone because they are rude to wait staff?
I only ask because I think that the way someone treats a server reflects highly on thier personality.
If you are sharp and cheap... well that is what you must be like.
I am not TOOO generous with tips, but I think that you must have some respect for wait staff.

Thoughts?

Remember that show. I think it was Romper Room. Where they held up a mirror and named off all of the people that they could see. And every child sitting in front of their tv set waited with anticipation for their name to be called?
Well, I was thinking that was what my Saturday night was all about. I saw so many people that I used to hang out with (and the nice ones not that one!!) It was kind of wierd. A time warp moment for sure.
And then I became an idiot. Something about the combination of beer and cosmopolitans just made me silly.
And then I spent the whole day yesterday thinking about how stupid I am, and how I should never drink again.

Why do things sound good when you are doing them, and end up being the worst idea in the morning.

I believe that my sister stated it best.

It all ends in Vodka

More excitement at the gym.
I met a super hero.
Dressed from head to toe in a green shinny spandex outfit.
I wonder what her super powers were.

So I think that there is a problem at my gym.
And I hesitate to comment on it as I was myself an offender last week.

There I was on my bike, in the heart of my spinning class. We are in the climbing position, and I look over into the mirror. I am looking fine. Dark shorts (with school logo), and a white tank top. But wait a minute, what is that popping out of the back of my shorts. MY UNDERWEAR is creeping over the waist of my shorts. Had it been white or dark underwear, no problem. But it was not dark or white. It was a very unforgiving shade of pink.

This leads me to the concern that I wanted to discuss today!

People are unaware of how trashy it is to have their underwear hanging out. I know that is the hip hop style. But at the gym?

Now, I am not trashy. (Hmmm..)
I had a momentary lapse.

But some people have their drawers on display all the time.

And then there are the people who wear platform runners?
The people who wear the work out suits from the eighties over top of their spandex shorts?
People who run around in shorts?
People who think that sport bras are tops?
Men who wear short shorts? (That is an accident waiting to happen)
I am sure that we have all seen our share of crazy outfits.

My mother would say that I spend too much time looking at other people and not enough time training.

I would say that I am just observant to the vicious fashion crimes being committed at the gym.

So I have decided that I have an obsession.
But just one that I will confess to.

The one thing that I have to do is clear the crusty snow that gets caught up in the wheel well of my car.

Whenever I get in or out of the car, I do the walk around and knock all of the snow out of the wells.

Why is it then that I think that I have an obsession?

Not because I do it every day.

Oh no...

Becuase yesterday on my way into the gym, I had to make a serious effort to not clear the wells of a strangers car.

I have issuses.

And then there was snow.
And a hell of a lot of it.
I think 10-15 last night and another repeat perfomance again this evening.

No complaints from me though. It is winter. I do live in Canada.

And I actually enjoyed the shovelling this morning at 6am. Kind of a great way to wake yourself up and get the day started.

They say that there is an increase of people who pass away form heart attacks when there is alot of snow. People over exude themselves.

My coworker says that she sits at the window and watches her father as he shovels, for she fears that he will kick the bucket. I asked her why she didn't just shovel it herself.

Another joke, a lady was walking past the window, and saw her husband collapse into the snow.
She raced outside thinking that he ahd just hard a heart attack.
She got outside and saw him wiggling around in the snow making a snow angel.

Hmmmm

We got sent home from work today.
I was already planning on leaving, but it was a nice surprise.
We are being innundated by snow. I have not eben ventured to the window to see the mess.

My car troubles continue as it was washed and the doors are all frozen. The excitement!!!!


I have however done the impossible.
I finished all my marking in record time and have finished all of the culminating activities.

I also have finished my assignement for Spec Ed.

I can tell you that I am the model of efficiency today. It will not last.

K

All I wanted to do today was get my hair died. And maybe a cut.
Well, I did that and much more.

Did you ever see the Seinfeld episode when George's two lives became one?

Well I had that feeling today.

I walked into this Salon called Ego and two of the kids from the school both present and past were working in the place. No biggie.

So the hair desser tells me that he knows me from somewhere. And we start to talk about where we went to high school and such.
Well not five minutes later, am I not talking to my first love?

That's right ladies and gentlemen. Chad. What a blast from the past!

He is married as of last year and expecting their first in a month or so.

Congratulations!!!!

And FYI my hair looks great.

I HOPE YOU DIE
So one of my little angels is rolling dice off of his desk. After asking him several times to put them away, I called him up to my desk.
Upon his arrival he states "I don't have two, I only have one dice."
"Die" I tell him.
But if I know anything, I know that by saying he only had one, he really had two. So I asked for both of the dice.
"I have to have them back Miss. They belong to my Grandfather and he needs them tonight."

"No problem. You can have them back at the end of class."

So the end of class comes and he comes barging up to my desk and demands that he have the dice.

"Miss you have to give them back to me. They belong to my best friend, and if I don't return them he will kill me."

So, needless to say I refuse to return them as he lied to me.

He storms out of the class, as I wish him a great weekend, he shouts out as he slams the door.

"I HOPE YOU DIE"

There were two girls that were putting their books away and witnessed his display.
They started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Miss, he said I hope you die. Die is singular for dice."

A ray of light, and an intelligent thought. I am a good teacher.

The ticket is booked.
I am off to the UK for my annual spring shopping spree.
However, I think that we may buck trend and head to Spain for an escape. How fun!!
I really wanted to go to Dallas this weekend to meet Dave and Lisa and the kids, but that did not happen.
Things are OK on this end, and have nothing exciting. I guess that is a good thing, but why am I so bored?

Week two of my new year training routine. I have been faithful to weight lifting three times a week and have been good at keeping 3 spinning classes a week. We shall see....

Off to bed to rest my head.
And tuck my feet under the sheet.

You know what comes next.

K

So that nice weather that we were so kindly teased with has come to a crashing hault. Saturday was +14. Today-11 with the wind chill. How horrible.

I think there were so many people hoping that the busses would be cancelled this morning. That did not happen, and that snow storm that was sent our way missed us. That is in my opinion the best thing. Less shit for me to deal with.

Back to work today is good news for two reasons. Wednesday night is pay day, and there are two weeks left before exams start and then I get a whole new set of lovelies.

Great to see all my coworkers again.

Congratulations to Neveen who is sporting a fab new diamond. And has set the date for next summer. I will be busy again this summer with weddings as I have four lined up between june and august.

Had a great week last week. courtesy of Cathy and her wild roomies. Mental note, no more drinking for me. I am a wild child myself, and it is a dark horse that I am best to keep hidden.

However, there is a birthday on the horizon and the plans have been put into motion.

I smell danger!!! I will report all of the sensored details.