Friday, May 1, 2015

Exciting Times

My life hasn’t had much excitement these days but my son’s life has been pretty exciting.  He is in Grade 11 which, here in Quebec, means that he graduates high school this year.  They have already had the Grad Semi-Formal dinner/dance back in the fall which gets the ball rolling.

A few weeks ago they went on the Grad trip to New York City for four days.  Fifty teenagers, five chaperones……. what could go wrong?  Before they left I alternated between being thrilled at the experience that he’d have and being terrified that I’d never see my first-born again.  They saw all of the usual sights including the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Madame Tussaud’s, Central Station, Ground Zero, etc. and went to a Broadway show (Jersey Boys) their first night and a comedy club the second night. 

The piece de resistance though was the Canadiens – Devils hockey game on Good Friday.  They all got free Habs t-shirts and also had passes to go down on the ice after the game for pictures.  I told him that if he met Max Pacioretty, he had to tell him that Mom thinks he’s a cutie  ;)  Sadly, they didn’t meet the players but it was still cool anyway.

Mine is the stunned looking one in the black leather jacket near the centre-right and that's his pretty girlfriend in front of him
They all come back from New York in one piece, with plenty of tales to tell about the sights that they saw and, with four teenage boys to a room, the smells that they smelled.

We now have to start saving our pennies for the formal Grad dinner/dance which is right around the corner.  Limo, suit, corsage for the girlfriend, pictures……. it’s coming too quickly!

Add all of this to the fact that he has been accepted at John Abbott College in the fall and this is going to be an exciting, if expensive, time for him.  I was mentioning all of this in an email to my ex recently and said that our wallets are going to be bleeding.  Sadly, I wasn’t joking.

If you don’t hear from me, it’s because I’m working three jobs to pay for all of this.

Damned kid better support me when I’m old.


Thursday, March 26, 2015


For the first time in quite a while, I’m taking part in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

A post inspired by the word – challenge.

I haven’t written any post in a long time.  This isn’t because I didn’t want to.

I wanted to……

I just didn’t know what to say.

I ran out of words.

If I was sad, I could have cried about that and made you feel sorry for me.

If I was truly happy, I could have shared that joy with you and made you smile.

I think that the best description of my state of mind in the last six months or so has been “blah”; not thrilled with life, not miserable, not angry. 

Just blah.

I’ve missed my bloggy friends but haven’t been able to pull myself out of the cloud that’s been surrounding my head to reach out and share in this wonderful community.

I need to find a way to challenge myself into feeling alive again.  I’m not sure how I’ll do it but a way must be found because “blah” is not the way to live.  It has to be something that comes from me; nobody else can do it for me.  Maybe I should take a class, change jobs, look for a hobby, make some lifestyle change, get laid…… I don’t know.  Maybe that decision alone is the first challenge.

Or maybe the first challenge should be getting back on the horse with blogging.

I don’t know but I’ll figure it out because I think that maybe 45 is a bit old to not know what to do with myself. 

Perhaps this is a mid-life crisis.

How the hell did I get old enough to utter that phrase?!

Time flies……


Thursday, September 11, 2014

On My Own

This prompt from Mama Kat caught my eye this week:

Write about what it was like to live on your own for the first time.

I’m sure that a lot of those who choose this prompt will write about their twenty year old selves but I guess that I’m a “late bloomer”.  I lived with my parents until I was twenty and then moved in with the man who would later become my husband.  I always had a safety net; someone who could pick up the slack if I was sick or between jobs.

This changed completely when, at the age of thirty four, I left my husband.  All of a sudden, I had my own place; MY VERY OWN!  The lease and all of the bills had only my name; I was responsible for everything and, quite frankly, it was exhilarating.  Please note that the last year or two of my marriage had been so stressful and painful and just the fact that I wasn’t trying to hold together a crumbling marriage anymore was enough for me to hear angels singing in the background.

When I left him, I cashed in an investment and went out and bought all new things.  I bought dishes, pots and pans, towels, furniture, sheets and a dozen other things that I could go on listing.  I took very little from the house when I left for two reasons:  first, I couldn’t clean out the house since our kids would still be living there half the time and, second, I truly wanted a fresh start.  As a matter of fact, when he saw my new pot set he was a little envious and offered to “take it off my hands” if I wanted the set we already had.  No way Bud!

I fell in love with my new place…… MY place…… because it represented a new chapter in my life.  I was no longer this sad, broken person whose kids saw her cry far too often, who was in a downward spiral that she had such a hard time breaking away from.  I’ve had some tough times, financially, but seem to have things pretty much under control these days.  I still have a “lean” week now and then but I’m definitely swimming more often than sinking and I’m very proud of that.  My kids have a hard-working mother who supports herself and them, giving the three of us a pretty decent life.  In this respect, at least, I am definitely a positive role model.

I have always been a bit of a homebody but I’ve gotten worse in the last ten years.  I don’t know if it’s because I love my apartment or if I’m just getting old.  Maybe I won’t explore that question too deeply…..

I have come to enjoy having my own space so much that I’m not sure what I’ll do when Mr. Right finally emerges from the vast sea of Mr. Wrongs and wants to be let in.  I guess that I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.  


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Taking a Facebook break...

So, in my last post, I mentioned that I took a bit of a break from the internet during my vacation.  I barely touched my computer and feel that I’m better off for having done it.  I’ve been taking another break lately though that has lasted the whole summer.  With maybe a couple of exceptions, I haven’t been on Facebook since early June.

Believe it or not, the world didn't end without Facebook!

Gasp!  I know; it’s incredible!  What do we do without the time-suck that is Facebook?  Many of us have a hard time answering that question.  Now, I have been posting my blog links to this blog’s Facebook page but my personal page has been utterly neglected all summer and I haven’t really missed it.  I do admit that I do kind of miss seeing friends’ pictures and some of the jokes but there is so much that I don’t miss. 

For some reason, I have some friends who think that it’s their mission in life to post dozens of pictures of missing dogs, abused dogs and dogs that are available for adoption.  I get it; you like dogs and want to see people “adopt, don’t shop” but overexposing the people you know to your message backfires when they stop looking at your posts.  Enough is enough people! 

The same thing goes for those who are trying to sell something.  I’m glad that you’ve started up a home business selling makeup/Tupperware/vitamins but I really don’t need my news feed to be full of it.  I have one person on my friends list who is selling makeup and, believe me; I’ve seen enough gunked up eye lashes to last me forever.  The stuff doesn’t even look nice……

Then there are the people who overshare their issues or (just as bad) put up cryptic status updates that hint at something wrong.  If your grandma died and you’re sad about it, by all means, please share so that the people who care about you can express their sympathy and perhaps help you feel better.  You had a fight about money/child care/etc. with your ex?  I’ll take a pass on that one thank you.  We all screw up sometimes and write something that we regret later but there are some people who skip the regret part and just keep doing it.

Will I go back to Facebook?  Of course I will.  We all get sucked back in eventually.  Like it or not, this is how so many of us get our news not only about what is happening with our family and friends but also in the world in general.  I’m feeling a little bit “out of the loop” here but not so much that I’m ready to cave in (yet!).  I still check in on Twitter on my phone so I’m not totally out of touch with the world.

Have you taken a Facebook break and, if so, how long did you last?