Saturday, May 06, 2006

!!!!.....Wow.....TeEnAgErS....!!!!

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad " With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

"Dear Dad,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it's not only the passion Dad, she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of fire wood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime,we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!!

Don't worry, Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love your son, John

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Toilet Cleaning Instructions



1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.
4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.
5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".
6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.
7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.
8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.
9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.

Sincerely, The Dog




Thursday, February 09, 2006

Calling all Parents!

PARENT - Job Description

This is hysterical. If it had been presented this way when we were young, none of us would have wanted the position!!!!

POSITION : Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma, Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa

JOB DESCRIPTION : Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities! Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES : The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION : None. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE : None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION : Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS : While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Wildflower -- Artist: Skylark

While listening to the radio in the car the other day this song came on... I love the words. It's an old song. It was on the Top 10 list in 1973.

W I L D F L O W E R

She's faced the hardest times you could imagine,
And many times her eyes fought back the tears.
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears,
and her sorrow no one hears, still rings in midnight silence,
in her ears...

Let her cry, for she's a Lady
Let her dream, for she's a Child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild.

And if by chance, I should hold her,
Let me hold her for a time;
But if allowed just one posession,
I would pick her from the garden, to be mine.

Be careful how you touch her, for she will waken;
and sleep's the only freedom that she knows.
And when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe;
The way she's always payin' for a debt she never owed,
and the silent wind still blows, that only she can hear,
And so, she goes.

Let her cry, for she's a Lady
Let her dream, for she's a Child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild.


Monday, December 12, 2005

Attitude Angels




Saturday, September 24, 2005

Bus Trip

I'm on my way to Vancouver .... on a bus. A whole busload of wild and crazy hairdressers. I work tomorrow and after work we are heading to Vancouver for a "motivational seminar". Hopefully it will do me some good. After working all day, I would rather come home and put my feet up and relax. It's going to be hectic, but I know from experience that once I get there and settle in, I will probably have a great time.

I also need to write to my friend Kirsten that is working on a cruise ship down in the Caribbean. I haven't heard from her for awhile and she has been on my mind everyday since all the hurricanes have been hitting the Gulf. I'm sure she has some stories to tell. Hopefully, Hurricane Rita will be the last for a long time. I feel so sorry for the evacuees that fled New Orleans when Hurricane Katrina hit. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose everything, flee to another state, and then have to evacuate again. My heart goes out to all those people.

I have been so busy with work that I have neglected my blogging. It's become a part of me, and I have to admit that I miss writing my thoughts down everyday. Something about blogging helps me clean out the cobwebs and its interesting to go back and read the archives to see how my life is progressing. A honest attempt to start writing more is in store. That is my prediction!

Friday, September 09, 2005

Cute Pics (Lindsay, this could be Beamer...get him in swimming lessons!)


Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Bulldozer City

My kids rooms are clean!! While they're back in Ohio I thought it would be a grand opportunity to take the bulldozer into their shrines and do some reconstruction. Trust me....they'll think they're in somebody elses house when they get home and walk in. Things are picked up, organized, and their collection of pop cans, water bottles, and anything else they can think of is gone. You can actually walk across the floor now. I know I should get on them about picking things up, but after years and years of harping non-stop, I decided it's just easier to close the door and block it out. Who pray tell will do all their dirty work when they leave home?? Anyway, they have a couple more weeks left back in Ohio so at least I will get to enjoy walking by everyday and seeing how nice it looks. I've talked to all 3 of them on msn almost everyday....you would think that maybe I miss them! I do....I do.....I do!

Thursday, July 28, 2005

From Seattle to Ohio

Summer is here and that means time off for Mom and Ron. We drove Derek and Shannon to Seattle the other night and put them on a plane headed for Cincinnati and then to their hometown where they will stay the next month with their Dad, Sister, and Grandma. Seems hard to believe that they are almost 16 and can travel by themselves now. And it's really hard for me to believe that I have a 20 year old! All 3 of them have become great, independent individuals, and I do have to say that I'm very proud of them and think that I've done a great job in raising them. Along with the help of some very important people.
Ron did all the driving on the way to Seattle. He likes to be in control that way... he forgets that I drove all the way across the country and back by myself and I am quite capable of driving a vehichle. Anyway, I was tired and it was night time and I appreciated him driving because I don't know my way to Seattle that well and some of the highways are tricky. We took our time and stopped several times for a stretch or to get coffee. We must've drank 2 gallons. One roadside rest we stopped at had volunteers working there, serving free coffee and snacks. You could tell the night air had gotten to the cookies because they were rock hard, but not bad when you dunked them in mud flavored coffee. Hey, whaddya expect for free??
We got to the airport around 4 in the morning and Derek and Shannon's plane took off at 6:30am. They got to Ohio before me and Ron got back home! Lindsay (their older sister) picked them up at the airport.....Thanks Lindsay!
All for now.....xoxoxoxoxo.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Dressing Rooms

Yesterday I had some time so I thought I would stop at the mall and look at clothes. I wandered around and found lots of things to try on....not my favorite thing to do, but I need to look presentable when I go to work, so it will now become an ongoing adventure to keep my clothes updated and looking good. While in the dressing room it became evident to me that every store needs an employee working in there doing what I experienced. Actually it was hilarious and I was trying to control the laughter as I worked my way through the pile of clothes. As I was standing there picking out which outfit I would try on next, I heard a girl in the next room talking to whoever she was with...the other lady wasn't talking so it was almost like she was talking to me...at least thats how it seemed. Because....I put on the first pair of pants and she says to (the other lady)...wow, those look great. They fit so nice. (And mine did) Then she must of been trying on a shirt...at the same time as me...because the lady says (to the other lady)...that color looks great on you! (And, I thought the color looked pretty good on me too..haha) Since women have a hard time in dressing rooms and they are so critical of themselves I just thought it would be a great idea if department stores hired people to stand in the next dressing room and give you compliments without even seeing you. Dressing rooms can be evil....and this would help dull the pain. Don't you agree?

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Saskatchewan Farmer & His Wife

My life has gone from staying home and being bored to working like a dog. But, as you all know by now, I LOVE MY JOB. Today was my scheduled day off, but the shop has been really busy and I decided to go in today because I'm trying to build my clientele. That's the hardest thing, and it does take some time...as in a few months. When I lived back in Ohio I did hair and had my own shop, and the clientele I had, had been with me for years...in some cases 20 years. I had a huge following and they were all great people...it was hard to leave them when I came to Canada. But now, after only a few weeks in the new salon, I have stirred up some excitement with some of my customers and I think they will become regular clients. Yea! Anyway, I went in to work today and I ended up staying busy all afternoon.

One elderly lady I did was here from Colorado to attend a wedding. She was tall and beautiful for an older woman, and when I got done with her I thought she was going to get on a loud speaker to announce to the world that she loved her hair. It made me feel good that I made her so happy. She gave me a $10 dollar tip! She even took some of my cards to pass out...either that or she's going to fly up from Colorado to get her hair done..haha..and by the looks of things, she could afford it.

I did a few other people and then I did Grant. Grant was a 40something farmer/rock star from Saskatchewan.....somewhere in the middle of Canada. He is attending a wedding on Saturday at the Country Club and I'm doing the bride's hair for that. (She lives in the Cayman Islands but her family lives here). So, Grant is the brides step-father and he said he wanted to look presentable. His hair was half way down his back...and tangled. I asked him if he had the windows rolled down on the car...or maybe he had a convertible or a motorcycle...I had to put conditioner on and comb it through to get the tangles out. Long story short, he had me cut it all off and he looked like a different person when I got done. It looked great! He was happy with it. His wife was sitting there watching me cut his hair, and then she decided she wanted me to do her hair...I loved the snowball effect that was happenin. So off to the shampoo area we went and I got busy on her. She talked about how her daughter (the one thats getting married Saturday) loved her hair when she came in for her "trial" hairdo. And she was so happy that I had been so accomodating and kind to her. Very nice people....I finished her up and took her to the desk and she gave me a $30 tip! I can get used to this...yes I can. It's a good thing I went to work today. Not only do I enjoy the money, I enjoy making people feel good when I'm at work. I hope my enthusiasm lasts for a long long time.

On a different note: My daughter Lindsay got a new CAT named Beamer. Now I don't like cats, I'm a dog person, but this is probably the cutest cat I've ever seen. She looks like a tiger. Just a yellow ball of fluff with black stripes all over her body. I hope she keeps all her markings because ... really people...it is a CUTE CAT. I had a few cats when I was young, but somehow I got turned into a dog lover. In a way though, cats would be a lot easier than "Jack the Brat" (my Rottie). Lindsay said the cat has a cute personality...but then again so did Baxter (our old dog that we got rid of because he turned into an asshole). Their all cute when they're puppies or kittens. I just hope that Beamer stays that way....for your sake Lindsay!

Shannon went to her ninth grade graduation last night. She was so excited and thought she was something. They had a dance after the ceremony and then we came home. She's been busy with work and getting promoted to shift manager for the restaurant she works for. She's only 15 and I think it's quite an accomplishment for her age!

Derek didn't go to his ceremony. Lots of boys didn't go....I think it was more of a fashion show for the girls anyway. They were struttin across the stage thinking they were hot. When we got there all the girls were hugging one another like they hadn't seen each other for years....uh, excuse me...didn't you just see everybody about 2 hours ago when school got out?? Something about 15 year old girls....as in...did I act like that?? I think I'm getting old.

Tonight I gave Derek a badly needed haircut. Of course he protested, but I insisted and guess who won out? ME. I decided to cut his hair with a razor this time because he has thick hair and it bunches up when cut with shears. Lots of stylists can't do razor cuts, but I'm skilled at them and it sure made a difference. He looks human again. There was enough hair on the floor to make a wig when I got done.
Well...guess what? Yes, you guessed it...I'm beat and need sleep. I can't wait to get up in the morning and go to work! Never thought I'd hear myself say that again.
Stay cool my babies...until later... xoxo.,

Friday, June 10, 2005

City Transplants

While performing miracles on some of my clients the conversation gets interesting. Almost everyone I do is a transplant to this town. That's unusual for me because in my hometown everybody is born and raised there and most stay there for life.

It's interesting to hear the views on the city that I live in now. Most describe it as a cliquey town, which is unusual since you would think that if it was cliquey, all those groups of people would have been born and raised here and would've been friends all their life, and when somebody new came to town they would be less likely to accept them in their circle of friends. But, most of the people here are new to this town, only being here for a few years like me. So my thought is that everybody is feeling the same way I feel....like you don't have roots here....like there is something missing.....and if that's the case I believe thats why everyone must feel like an outsider. So instead of us thinking that people are being arrogant or unfriendly, we should be thinking that they're just afraid to be out-going and worried about what the other person might think of them.

I think the idea that this city is full of cliquey people is a misconception. Because from what I've seen and heard, nobody really knows anybody here. It's hard when you move to a new place where you don't know people. The hardest thing for me is learning who I can trust...as a friend...someone that I can really confide in.

But luckily there are really nice people coming into the salon...people that I want to get to know....people that I would probably have a lot in common with. So, in that regard going to work is a good outlet for me. And, out of all the girls I work with, I like just about all of them. I'm really happy that I've gone back to work....I'm lucky that I love what I do.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

BB Guns & Camels

I know I know...it's been almost a week since I've posted anything, but I've been busy with work and when I get home I'm lucky to have enough energy to put my PJ's on. We've been busy in the shop and I'm really enjoying it. I had forgotten how much fun it is to stand there all day, working on clients, and chit-chatting about everything from their hair to what they do for a living, to how many kids they have, to where they're going on vacation...well, you get the idea. I really enjoy working with people and for some reason it's not the same for me when I'm just sittting across the room and talking to them. I like to be working on their hair while conversing! It's fun. The fact that I get to meet so many people from all walks of life makes my job interesting. Like the woman I did the other day...she grew up in the Middle East on a desert, with nothing around for miles and miles, so her and her brother would go out and shoot camels with BB guns. Now, I don't want to hear from Animal Abuse Patrol here, but I couldn't help but laugh when she told me that. Could you imagine being so bored as a kid that you would stoop to that? Anyway, she was a very nice person and I enjoyed her company.

Haven't gotten much done around the house since I've started working, which bothers me. This is the first year in about 20 years that I haven't planted flowers outside, and I don't have my hanging baskets on my front porch. Waaaaa. Actually, I don't think I'm going to bother with it this summer. I really miss seeing them but I don't have time to weed, water, and care for them. So, I guess I will just enjoy the neighborhood flowers this year. My favorite flowers are the creeping petunias. They spread out all around the edge of my flower bed, but they stay low to the ground, and the color from those are absolutely gorgeous! Guess I'll just wait until next year.
Well, I should get busy around the house. I have lots of work that I need to be doing. Mainly getting caught up on housework (yuck) and I need to clean out my refrigerator...oh joy! What better way to spend a leisurely Sunday afternoon. I wish I was getting ready to go on some fabulous vacation and spend some time laying on the beach sipping Lava Flows or something.

Guess if I work hard eventually that will come. Hope it's sooner than later. Wish my life was more interesting. This post sounds a little boring if ya ask me. LOL.
Stay cool my babies....peace to all....xoxoxoxoxoxo.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Lordy

Is that an earthquake??? Oh...it's just my Husband....SNORING HIS BRAINS OUT! Lovely...how will I ever get my much needed zzzzzzzzz's?

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ's I need ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ's

Hello everyone. I'm typing this with my eyes closed so excuse any mistakes you might see. It takes awhile I guess to get back into the swing of things when you haven't held a job for 4 years. I'm fine and alert while at work...good thing...since I'm cutting hair. But when I get home I'm useless. Completely wiped out! Am I getting old or what? I think it's the fact that there is a lot to learn when you start a new job and getting to know everyone, clients as well as co-workers. All in all, it's a fun place to work and I'm liking it more everyday. The tips are great and I've met a lot of interesting people. I've always said "if you do what you like, you will make money and do good". And it's the truth. I liked real estate for the short time I was in it, but this is more fun and it's what I know. The worst part of my job is parking in the parking garage which is about a 10 minute walk from the shop. I have to PAY to park...dumb...and then when I get off work the traffic is so bad it takes me 45 minutes to get home sometimes. It's only 15 minutes from my house, but in the afternoon the traffic is ridiculous. That is going to take some getting used to, I don't have patience to sit in traffic. It drives me nuts. Somehow, someway, I'm going to learn to enjoy it. Maybe I can enter my clients phone numbers into my cell phone on the way home while I'm waiting for the cars to move. I don't like being idle. But right now, idle sounds pretty good...think I'll hit the hay. Later friends. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Calling all clients: Let me cut your hair!

Today was my first day on the job at the salon. And guess who my first client was? An American. A guy from Iowa. He just happened to be here for a convention. He was easy to please but I'm sure he was in shock when I told him the price of his haircut. Now, I really do want to make money, but $30 bucks for trimming off 1/4" seemed a little steep, even to me. The manager said...."Jennifer, this is a resort and people expect to pay those kind of prices here". At that rate it won't take me long to be pulling in a grand a week! Haircolor is $140! It will be nice when I finally have a clientele of my own. Today was a little boring just because I didn't have enough clients to keep me busy, but it was probably a good thing, because I needed to get my station set up and familarize myself with the front desk, credit machine, bookings, and the products that they carry in the shop. I think I'm going to like it there though, all the girls were real friendly and made me feel welcome. I felt a little nervous this morning before I went to work, but after I got my things organized and set up, it was like I had never even had a 4 year sabbatical. Looking forward to tomorrow and Saturday...we'll be busy! Gotta run...have laundry to do. xoxoxo

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Tomorrow is a brand new day!

My horoscope was right. As you know, if you've been reading my blog, I underwent quite an ordeal with a job interview at the beginning of May. I don't usually give my horoscope a lot of thought but when I read it one day at the beginning of May, it was bang-on. Stormy the first part of May was right, but it said things would start looking bright by the end of the month. Well yesterday I found out I got a job! And so far she hasn't called me to change her mind. Praise the Lord. I start work tomorrow at a salon, located inside a Resort, right by the lake. It's a small salon, and I don't mind that. Less commotion and it will be easier to carry on conversations with clients. The exciting part is that the manager told me a lot of the walk-in traffic is from the hotel, and these clients are from all over the world. Pretty cool if you ask me. I don't particularly want to do all out-of-towners because I need to build a clientele that will get me through the winter months too. But since I haven't worked in a salon since coming to Canada, I will just take what I can get at this point. It's hell being so desperate...haha. After doing hair for 23 years back in Ohio, I had the best clientele you could ask for. Wish I had them here with me now. So, wish me luck. I'm looking forward to making new friends and it will be nice to make people feel good about themselves again!

Monday, May 23, 2005

Beads of Rain

If you want it to rain, wash your car. Why is it that every single time I wash my car it rains? I could be a meteorologist...that's how good I am at predicting the weather. Anyway, I was looking for something to do yesterday, besides the ordinary clean house, do laundry, cook dinner routine. Tom (Ron's friend) was over to watch the hockey game with him and I wasn't about to sit and listen to that for 3 or 4 hours. So, out to the garage I went with my paper towel, windex, turtle wax, rags, buckets -- the usual paraphenalia.
I got my car washed and then I had to interrupt RONALD from the game for a few secs to come out and "hold-the-piece-of-crap-broken-garage-door" up while I drove into the garage. Once I got the car in there I was in my own little world, waxing the car and vacuuming out the inside etc. I was actually enjoying myself. Pretty bad when waxing the car is entertainment. It was a little noisy because "Jack", my Rottie, was out there with me and he kept barking at every person, leaf, and ball that went by the house. He was bored. I couldn't let him go in the house without me because he doesn't have house manners and he is similiar to a bull in a china shop. 100 lbs isn't pretty when it's jumping off the back of a couch. Not to mention RONALD would've killed him for intruding on his game...then again...he might not of even noticed that Jack was in the house because he gets so engrossed with hockey ...it's an illness folks.
Anyway, I got my car finished and then asked RONALD to come back out (risking my life here) to lift the door up again so I could get my car out and pull his van in. Once he did, it was back to the game and I waxed the van and cleaned it out too. By the time I was almost finished with the van I was getting tired. Not to mention there were kids all over the place...like a swarm of bees...the dog was going spastic, cars were pulling up, leaving, phones ringing, and I was ready for a nervous breakdown. Too much chaos! Oh deary dear, what a day.
I just looked out my bedroom window and it's raining again. On the positive side, at least now I can look at the little beads of rain all over my car. That baby is protected! Ciao. xoxo

Friday, May 20, 2005

From toilet seat trouble to garage door trouble...when will it ever end?

Our garage door is on the blink and The Husband was about to stroke-out this morning trying to get it fixed. He was running around in a big tizzy, shuffling through his tool box, pulling out the ladder, trying to reset the chain to no avail. Something is wrong with the tension and it took everything he had to raise the door when the catch release was pulled down. Then he told me to grab the door and push it the rest of the way up....uh....I don't think so....I am a big girl, but that door must weigh 300 pounds and I wasn't about to have that thing coming down on my head. When guys get themselves into predicaments like that they think we are as strong as they are. We have to call the repairman or buy a new one for Father's Day....haha. Now, if he gets a new garage door opener, I want a new dryer for our anniversary....thats only fair right? In my effort to calm him down and bring him back to his senses I went in and made him a nice breakfast. After he ate his omelette he was back to normal. I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at him out in that garage though....all I could see was the letters T.I.Z.Z.Y. written across his forehead. When he saw me smiling it made him laugh too. It's only a fricken door. We'll get it fixed. Lordy.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Power

Motherhood does have its rewards. As I was talking to Shannon tonight it became evident that she has big plans for the weekend...as usual. Ben (her boyfriend) is having a birthday this weekend and she wants to go to his birthday party.
So, at the moment I'm dangling the carrot and saying....Have you seen your room? Why don't you go upstairs and get it cleaned up.
"I don't want to clean my room".
"I thought you said you wanted to go to Ben's house this weekend.

"Ooookkk" (She left the room with a disgruntled look)
Ha!! I love the power!

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Real Estate

The past few days have been productive for "the husband". He sold a house a couple days ago... a big beautiful spacious home with a gorgeous backyard and a peek-a-boo view of the lake. The couple we sold it to were more interested in the lot across the street at first because the view from there was totally awesome and they would have a bigger lot. Ron called to find out about it and they told him it was already sold. Asking price was $500,000! Yes, it was a big lot....and yes it did have a beautiful view, but $500,000?? They got a house and a lot for a little less than that so they were happy.

Real Estate here is getting unbelievable. It's been going up 20% every year for the past 2-3 years. Our town is growing fast with construction going on everywhere. Now I know that the Winter Olympics are going to be in Vancouver in 2010, and you wouldn't think with it being so far away it would have an impact on real estate, but I swear it has something to do with the construction boom. Plus, Vancouver is like living in China with about 50% of the population there being Chinese and it is so overcrowded. I think a lot of people are just getting out of the big city and moving where there is a little more space. Which is good for us!

I love Vancouver though....even if its crowded. There is always something to do there and going to the Ocean has a way of making me feel relaxed and happy. I like looking at all the cruise ships parked in the harbor, going to the gardens, and watching people. It's so busy in Vancouver, you don't know where to look first! It is definitely an action packed city. I think the husband and I will be taking a short jaunt soon.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Job Hunting

I'm not liking this at all. Went gallavantin around town today with my resumes and a disguised attitude. Trying to be all smiles, and be positive is the last thing I wanna do right now, but I put on my best front and wandered out into the dog-eat-dog job world. All I could do was look at the person taking my resume and wonder "is this person another idiot who will hire me one day and change his mind the next?" How's that for attitude?

The first place I went there was a guy sitting behind the desk and he told me he was the owner. I gave him my resume and he glanced over it quickly and the first thing he said was, "Oh, you're from the states." Translated into Canadian, I'm beginnning to think that means "take a hike". Maybe I'm just being super-sensitive, now that I've been burned on what I considered the cream-of-the-crop jobsite. So anyway, I smiled and talked to him for a few minutes and then he said, "Well actually, my wife is the one that does the hiring." Oh Joy. He said she would contact me.

So off to the next Wannabehairsalon. I walked into this place that was advertising for stylists. This happy person comes up to the front desk and tells me she's the owner. I gave her my resume and talked to her for a few brief moments and she said she would look it over. She was (another) owner....but NOT a hairstylist and has never been in the industry before. Oh, and I need to mention that the "stylist" she had in there working looked like she just got out of bed. Now, I've seen some hairstyles that have that "just got out of bed look" and it looks good....not the case with this one. Imagine yourself on your worse day getting out of bed and this is what she looked like standing behind the chair perfoming "miracles" on some unsuspecting victim.

I'm getting frustrated now. So, on to the next salon. Hmmm....oh yeah. I wanted to go to the salon right down the street from me because it was for sale a couple weeks ago....maybe I could just buy that one. It would be convienent and I could turn it around and make it into a "good" salon. So, I walked in, and there were 3 ladies...all about 85, with blue hair, getting teased and sprayed. The girl doing the hair looked like the spittin image of a cross-bred skunk. Red hair on the sides and bleached out white all through the middle. Now again, I'm open minded enough, and I have been to lots of hair shows to know that in the mind of a hairdresser, if this is done right, the right person COULD get away with such obscene hair. Not the case here. The guy working behind the desk couldn't even schedule appointments and he looked like he needed a dunce cap on his head. I just took one look around and thought....na da...can't do it. For a split second I thought I could just get in there and start doing hair and maybe later down the road they would offer to sell it.....but I couldn't bring myself to leave a resume there. I wouldn't have been happy from day 1.

I know it must sound like I need an attitude adjustment....and I do....but it's internal, and I wouldn't let it show in public for a second. Believe me, when I go to apply for a job I'm professional, positive, and do everything I'm supposed to do. But gettin smacked down last week at a place where I really wanted to work has done some damage. I don't like it when people mess with my spirit. Excitement and enthusiasm are good qualities right? It's like, oh, you're too happy, too qualified, too American, too this too that. Goodbye. That's about the time I want to tell the world, with the exception of family and friends, to Kiss My A**.

Lord, I apologize. Next week will be better...you know why? Cuz, I'm tired of listening to myself whine. It's gettin on my own nerves. I will put a fake smile on my face and maybe it will turn into a real one before long.

Ciao for now. xoxoxoxo

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Cruisin

My friend Kirsten is coming home this weekend. She has been in the Caribbean working for Carnival Cruise Lines for the past 6 months or so. She loves it so much she didn't even want to come back to Canada for a little break. I can't wait to hear about her experiences...the last time I got an email from her she was standing in the ocean holding a stingray...eeeeekkkkk. Wonder if they need any Salon managers on board. Gawd, I'd love to tell that jerk that I was going to be working on the Cruise Lines. Now, now Jen...calm yourself...it's over...New week, new attitude...remember?? Besides that, I don't think the cruise lines would allow me to bring my two 15 year olds along...plus the Husband. Oh well, I can dream can't I??

Life Goes On

After meeting with the owner of the Salon and Spa yesterday, I realized it was probably a good thing that he changed his mind about hiring me, because he seems like he would be a difficult person to work for. Not being firm in your beliefs and decisions would frustrate the hell out of me, and the fact that he lets his employees dictate to him how the place should be ran tells me he's not a businessman. Employee input is important, but not to the point where they are telling him what should and shouldn't be done.
Thank God I was able to maintain my composure and be professional even though I was fuming inside and wanting to tell him what I really thought of him and his business. What a coward, to hide behind the telephone on Saturday when he called to say that he had changed his mind about hiring me. That is why I wanted to go back in yesterday so he would have to sit face to face with me and give me an explanation. Hope I made him feel like a piece of shit. Doubt that I did though, because like I said, I was very professional. I wanted to leave there making him feel like he had made a huge mistake in not hiring me and if I would've spouted off it would've just made him feel like he had made the right decision.
So....onward and upward...something better will come along. I just have to go out there in this big huge world and search for it. What lies ahead? Who knows. But, I'll take the advice of my friend Barb and say "New week, new attitude", and I'll keep telling myself that everyday. With that kind of outlook, life in general will improve. Right?

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Wishy-washyness

Happy Mother's Day to me. In the midst of my excitement after being hired as Salon manager at the nicest place in town, I forgot to remind myself that life can throw punches at any given moment. A long time ago, this girl taught herself to stand up to whatever came her way....not to crumble, to be strong and determined. I am usually prepared for "hard knocks"....just my nature....and my own life's training. However, I let my guard down when I shouldn't have. Moral of the story: Thursday I was hired, Saturday they called to say they had changed their mind. However, I asked if we could talk about it some more and they agreed. But, why for the Love of God would I want to subject myself to more humiliation? One part of me says to be persistent, the other part of me says screw it. Who needs that kind of wishy-washyness in their life? Certainly not me. I've had enough to last a lifetime. No one gets through this life unscathed....I know that. But if people would just frickin communicate, life would be so much easier. Skating around the truth has a way of driving me insane. What's wrong with being up-front, with being who you are, and saying what's really on your mind? At least everyone would know where they stand with one another. Things get worked out when people talk. Maybe I can get them to talk when I go in there on Tuesday. And, maybe, just maybe, we will actually hear what each other is saying. I'm not going to hold my breath though, because now, there is a trust issue with them even if they do change their minds AGAIN.
Not sure I wanna be a part of it. :( :( :( :( :( :(

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO MOTHER'S EVERYWHERE!


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Thursday, May 05, 2005

HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY TO MY DAUGHTER LINDSAY!


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Saturday, April 30, 2005

A Dangerous New World

I found this article in our local paper (Canadian). It's hard living in a different country (I'm originally from Ohio) but interesting to see the way others in the world view Americans. I agree with a lot of what she has to say in this article, but also know that if Canada was ever in trouble.....who would they call? Americans. God Bless America.
Let me just say that the article was accompanied by a huge picture of George Bush, and underneath his photo was this: Liberal-minded thinkers in the new world of U.S. President George W. Bush are now labeled as "the enemy".

So here's the article:

Intolerance, hypocrisy and fear as exercised by people unwilling to accept alternate opinions and points of view has created, for our children, a dangerous new world.
In the United States, for example, it has gotten so bad that talk show host Phil Donahue told The Fifth Estate, "to be labeled Liberal is terrifying".
Ann Coulture, and American best-selling author, known perhaps most for her statement following 9/11 that "we (the Americans) should invade their countries, kill their leaders, and convert them all to Christianity" exemplifies the "us-against-them" mentality. To her, Liberals are "the enemy" and anti-American, even though, some might say, they simply hold a different point of view.
To have an entirely Christian and Republican nation may be Coulture's dream, but not only do I not share this dream, I think it's quite possibly the most un-American philosophy I have ever heard. But, that my opinion (maybe it was Thomas Jefferson's too).
What's the point, you ask? After all this isn't a political column.
Well, the point is simply this- when we as parents become intolerant of alternate opinions, call them "the enemy" and end friendships over it- what are we teaching our children? Have we become so imbedded in a culture of "making nice" that we have forgotten how to have a healthy debate, varying degrees of opinion and tolerance? Have we lost touch with being real?
In social circles everywhere it isn't uncommon for people to shy away from sharing opinions, because frankly, they're scared. Political correctness and ridiculous elements of propriety haven't made things any better. Too intimidated to confront each other, they hide behind cowardly emails and debased value systems instead of discussing the issues or even agreeing to disagree.
As a society we are forgetting how to disagree. But in the process of creating cowards through intolerance we forget we are giving up one of our fundamental rights as human beings- freedom of thought, opinion and expression thereof.
Right wing propaganda may be the mainstream in America at the moment, but opinions sway on both sides of the fence. Here in Canada, though changing, the opposite is usually true. Often it is easiest to criticize the mainstream and hardest to question the alternative. Those with an alternate point of view feel they can liberally criticize the "norm", whether government, education, corporate policies or even parenting techniques. But, I daresay, should one of us criticize the alternative, rebellious or non-conforming, we can find ourselves rejected, ridiculed and even name-called.
Without a healthy, inquisitive attitude, and an openness to debate the contentious and political, we relinquish our ability toward pregressive thought, to evolve and to teach our children that they can be true to themselves and open.
Disputes need to be worked out, arguments won and lost, opinions shared and debated, and courageous steps taken to remind oneself of the importance in disent.
Jean-Paul Sartre reasoned: "In our relationships with other human beings, what we truly are is all that counts, yet it is precisely here that we most often betray ourselves by trying to be whatever the other person expects us to be." A friend said to me: "Relationships have become superficial since we've forgotten how to hash things out." And she's right. Relinquishing the ability of "going a round" with a friend means that, unless we agree wholeheartedly, we rarely talk about anything very interesting. Politics are taboo at neighbourhood BBQs - you wouldn't want them to form an opinion about you....But, really, why not?
Why not allow people to see your true colours, to hear what you have to say, because in return you can give them (and by default your children) the opportunity to be real?
For Coulture to say that a Liberal minded thinker is "the enemy" is to forego one of the most valued principles of our society and ultimately, her kind of behaviour teaches our children that they don't have to listen to each other, respect and honour the differences, whether opinion, race or otherwise, in each of us. After all, it may just be her opinion, but who respects the enemy?
Enemies invade, rape, pillage and kill. Enemies are not an opposing political party in their home country.
Let us teach our children to "fight the good fight" but let us show them how to do it with some decorum. My children are frequently the audience to a good home-front political debate. What are they learning? Stand up for what you believe in and respect those who see it differently. And, opinion is not a bad thing if you are also willing to LISTEN.
Coulture likes to quip, "we (the Republicans) are winning and they (the Democrats) are losing." But in the end, if we do not defend each other's right to voice our opinion, she doesn't realize, we all lose.
As Sartre once said, "There are, in the end, only two choices - sincerity or self-deception, to be or not to be."
Let us be whole, let us be true, let us look at the homeless like they are people; enjoy laughter and tears, and walls falling instead of being built; let us move forward, let us go beyond ourselves to see the bigger children so that our children won't run from the world when they don't like what they hear.

The end.

Moral of the story: Everyone has a right to their own ideas, thoughts and opinions. Be willing to listen to everybodys point of view.