The Play

The play rehearsals have started and are now in full swing. In community theatre, I find, and I have been involved with community theatre for years....eons...that you get people of all kinds. I mean, personalities, that you wonder just where have they been hiding all this time? Community Theatre involves people, ordinary everyday people with a love for the stage or some aspects of it.

The cast for this play is phenominal.

I see heart, and dedication, and I see them trying their best to perfect the English accent. I see history on the Baskerville Story being read up on and history on the year it was done.

This is the reason I love Community Theatre over Professional. To the Community Theatre People its a passion that never tires. Since I started working at this performing arts centre, I have seen many professionals paste their smile(s) on, with Community Theatre, its genuine.....thats why Community Theatre is so important. It brings people who would have never crossed paths before together under one roof to pull off a phenominal production. It brings working people together to share the same passion with one focus. It brings strangers together to help each other out on performance night when I line is missed. It strengthens the Community as a whole.

To me, that's Community.

To me, that's Theatre!

What's that saying again??

So, I went to a pretty good meeting this morning on social networking for the job. My 'temp' boss came with me as she likes this stuff too. I am the one who puts together all media advertising, social networking, you name it, if it has to be advertised, I am the one.

We watched today a video that was on UTube. Now, we have been playing with that idea for some time now, do we do a "commercial" persay, do we do a "taping" of a play rehearsal, do we do an "out takes" of funny stuff that happens here....anyway, my temp boss is also on the board of directors as well as a few others. One other board member also attended this meeting as well. After we saw this little video, he stood up and motioned to my boss that, that was something we would have to do, and that she would be the one to get it done.

What am I chopped liver? My temp boss leaned over and said to me, yes we will have to get on this and my response was...I didn't hear my name mentioned!!

I thought is was funny.

She didn't.

We got back to work and since I am directing the play for the Gala in March, and the perfectionist that I am, I want things to start getting in order. My actors are learning their lines quite nicely and now I want to incorporate the music, sound and lighting....I smell sabotage in the works.

One of the people that I hate just so happens to be in Vancouver doing lights for some of the shows for the Olympics ( We'll never hear the end of this!), I say the father away the better. He will just be getting back from there when my show really gets tight....and really, I don't want him anywhere near my set, my actors or me! But such is life.... He, in Vancouver has instructed all of the back stage crew to NOT help me. For them not to touch the lights, not to touch the sound board, not to help me with anything...how can one person have such a strong hold on others? Well, really I just got out of relationship like that so I understand, but my thing is, is if he's not here...how will he know?

I don't want this show to be some half wit, concoction. I want it to be professional, snazzy and I want people to talk about it and in a good way.

This guy really picks my a$$.

Now, I am waiting for the Artist in Residence and another woman to show up and we will be hitting the cafetieria in the college to see what we can do for the decorations. I would like the cafeteria to have an eerie, dark Englich Pub feel for the pre-gala event. I have piped in an 8 minute song from The Shining to be played down there and right before the curtain goe up. I am really getting excited about this, now if I just had some help from the tech end all would be well....

Ahhh, for tomorrow's events!!!

Can the day go on and on and on and on

Got in to work this morning after I sat in my car for about 15 minutes waiting for the hard frost to melt on the windshield...all of a sudden I just felt yucky. I have been fighting off the sniffles for a couple of days now. I cleaned my apartment on Saturday/Sunday and the dust while dusting almost killed me.

I haven't been the same since.

I am hoping its allergies just wearing off. I don't like to take too many drugs since I am on a few already, but today, I broke down when I got to work and took some allgery pill the college nurse gave to me.

I am very groggy. Not a good sign.

This morning, I am heading over to the Docs office for my annual physical. Ugh. Not looking forward to it, but maybe she can determine if my sniffles are allergy related or cold related, which it better not be, because Mexico is 3 sleeps away, and I refuse to be sick!

I have a lunch meeting at noon with my temporary boss and a lady whom we want to recruit for the play.

This afternoon, I am gonna try to duck out for a nap, if I still feel like crap and then this evening is play practice......the day is going to be very long!

Feeling the blood drain

I'm in the box office gabbing to the box office gurus and this tall man came walking up to the counter....I could feel the blood drain from my face and then felt my checks get hot...it was the flee date....

A little over 4 years ago, after I separated from Millertime and was still working at Staples, a guy came in for a desk part that broke and I set him up and ordered a new one for him. He came in a few days later (to see if the part came in, eventhough I told him it would be a couple of weeks), to see about the part and to ask me out for dinner. He was nice, clean shaven, tall, dark.

I said ok.

We went out for a couple of drinks and set up for a second date at his house. Fine.

I told my girlfriend where I would be going and when and if I wasn't at work the next day, I am dead and here is the address. She laughed and that was that.

I went over to DM's house and after supper we decided to watch a movie and have a drink. He set the movie up and wandered down the hall , leaving me there to watch the preview of the movie. I thought he went to the bathroom....about oh, maybe 10 minutes had gone by and I wondered down the hall, thinking he may have fallen in the toilet.

I saw the bathroom door open and no one was in there. I turned to the right to look in a bedroom, and there he was buck naked, laying on the bed masterbating! Needless to say, I was shocked.

I turned and ran down the hallway (which seemed like forever), grabbed my jacket, purse and keys and bombed outta there, all the while he was yelling at me to stay and help him...ummmm, I don't think so.

So today, when he sauntered up to the counter, he recognized me and got this goofy grin on his face. I could feel the blood drain from mine. I slowly backed away and once again took off for my office.

Now, he knows where I work.

Eeee, gads.

Came around

Well, the family came around and paid up!

This month apparently will be different.....we'll just see won't we!

Nothin to say

I got nuttin' to say today.

Well, I do, but I'm not gonna even start.

What good does it do, but make me even more miserable.

I'm taking the blogger day off to think things through....tomorrow is another day.

Still sick..

Well the troupes have rallied and have called mom and are paying her, but it was me who let them know just exactly what was going on. Why do I have to be the bitch all the time? Why do I always have to have them mad at me? It's their fault I am emailing them.

I facebooked them all and told them exactly how it was. I chose this method so it would be on black and white and they would have to read and absorb rather then glaze over my voice when I called.

I hate being the bad guy. At home they call me "the intimidator" and that's not fair.

Mom has made arrangements to have checks sent to her monthly...let's see if it happens shall we?

Now, everyone is pissed at me cuz once again FairyMae has stirred the pot.

Well, it was either that or find me literally in the nut house. Then who would bail them out!

Well, today starts off rather yucky. Let's see how the rest of it goes.

At least they all know what is what and what I am NOT willing to do anymore...Yay for me!

My plants

I love plants.

I keep killing them since I am never home.

Poor plants.

Sick, sad and tired.

Once again I am just sick.

I can't for the life of me figure out the mentality of others and it leads me to have ulcers, the shakes and sleepless nights.

I am truly sick and tired of covering other peoples asses. Once again, I have to drum up more then my fair share of money for feed for the horses. Not just mine but for two other people as well and it is very frustrating for me when I would dearly love to phone these two individuals up and give them an ultimatum, but my mother, who often wonders why people walk all over her, won't let me. Won't let me cause a stir, so instead, I get the panic phone calls on how are we gonna get more hay for the horses!

I am so sick and tired of seeing these two individuals spend all their extra money on cigarettes, purses, diet coke, junk food, oh the list could go on...when I have to leave my ulcer pills at the drugstore cuz the horses need food, when I don't get new glasses, when I can't fix the leaky seals on my car cuz I gotta feed their horses!...oh, I could go on. Then these two individuals bitch at me cuz my mom still hasn't fixed the 4x4 on the truck, still hasn't fixed the roof on the house, still hasn't fixed the broken fence....why? Because we are both paying for their horses. If it isn't feed, it's wormer, hoof trimming, which by the way, I do all of!

What's gonna happen next. I honestly don't think I can take much more.

I am going to Mexico in 13 days with Buster. I don't even know what I will be able to take for spending money because of these two selfish people.

"Oh, don't worry, Auntie Ruth and Suzanne will take care of it."

This is the mentality these two have and it has been so all of their lives and I am afraid while my mother is still alive it will never change. It will always be this way. The cycle will never be broken. Its like someone being beaten over and over and just can't get out. It's like an alcoholic that just can't stop drinking or a drug abuser....I don't ever see it changing and it is slowly killing me.

It makes me so sad sometimes....a person just gets their head above water and a shark comes by and yanks you back down, plays with you, and lets you gasp for air, in pain, then pulls you back under again.

Maybe that's why I have such a fear of sharks....because its a reminder of my own f'd up family....they wonder why I live soooo far away, and hate coming home.

Just gabbing.

Friday eh?

Payday today, so that means its also bill paying/grocery/car maintenance day. Ugh.


I did treat mysef to a luxury item this morning......fresh banana bread! The college makes great banana bread so I just had to buy some, plus the hot chocolate machine is broken down there, so when you punch in small it gives you a large and they charge you you for a small!!....Man, I am easy to please. If only other people knew that!

Outside my office door, I can see the public bathrooms. There is one particular janitor that is assigned to clean these bathrooms, but he is ALWAYS in there. Especially the wheelchair one. These bathrooms don't get used very much cuz it is located in the performing arts wing and there are not many students that use it. So, I often wonder just what exactly is he cleaning?

Also down from me is Lulu, the Performnig Arts Secretary...I know they don't call them that anymore, but I don't know her official status. Her and I often have daily visits and sign language talks from across the hall....kinda funny, guess you have to be there. Also is the sports office, where the very fit athletes go back and forth to have a chat with the coaches. They are sometimes nice eyecandy, but wayyyy too young.

The box office is connected to my own little office and we are having a tribute to Anne Murray here in April. We have gotten more calls about Anne Murray coming! NO, its a tribute, which means that Anne herself is NOT coming but rather a 5 piece band coming to sing her hits. You have no idea how mant people don't know what a tribute is! I've changed up the ads in the paper two times now and people still don't get it!

Saturday is clean up the apartment day. I mean, sweeping, scrubbing floors, all the nooks and crannies wiped and polished. Gotta be done. I can not put it off any longer.

Sunday is hell job day. Great. Do I sound excited. Well, I'm not. I am seriously thinking of quitting. It was payday there today and I didn't even make 40 bucks. Good grief!!

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Itchy

I wanna have a party. I am feeling blah. I feel the need to entertain, now I know that is leaving it wide open for half wit comments but I want to just do something with friends.

Many moons ago, Millertime and I hosted many a party. Sometimes an all out drunk fest...well, on his part while I wined and dined the guests, but I really enjoyed that. I especially loved hosting dinner parties. I would make about a 5-6 course meal with a lovely dessert to follow and everyone would go home full and happy.

I guess its because I love to cook, maybe thats it. I love cooking for people and seeing them full and content. I would start preparations about two days before the soiree and plan the menu about a week to two weeks ahead of time, plan the party guest list and go from there. Sometimes it would be an outdoor bbq, sometimes a quonset party, sometimes a dinner party. Whatever the case, I enjoyed planning it and seeing it through.

I used to work for a catering company many moons ago and it was awesome. I also worked at a tea house as well, making home made soups, breads and all the fillings in between.

Im hoping that once Buster and I get moved in and settled, that once again, I will be able to start cooking like I used to. Not the party type stuff so much, but just cooking in general.

Cooking for one is no fun.

I guess we'll see what happens....

Death and Taxes.

Ugh.

I am getting my financials in order for tax time and it's overwhelming. I have to send in my medical bills and get only 80% back, so the other 20%, I have to prepare for the accountant so I can get that back. Sheesh.

The weekend can not get any closer!

I am also trying to find some of the donation slips, gas reciepts and oh, ya, the schooling that I took back on September for the EMT Course. Gahhhh....

I am also preparing to meet the cast tonight at a church who houses 1900's costumes and may have to sign my life in blood if we decide to take them. We are meeting about 5:30 and then from there, I have a performance to work at tonight...which, I am assuming that I will have to help in the bar....sigh.

The weekend can not get any closer.

I am also counting down the days to Mexico and its painful, there are so many sleeps left before we leave.....Wahhhhh.

The weekend can not get any closer!

Tomorrow I have play rehearsal with the cast, and that my friends, is going very well. I have the lighting sorted and the music picked....and the cast MUST be off script by February 9th.

There is this one little guy Gene, that is my little gopher. He is new to the theatre world and is just so enthusiastic that I want to hug him and smack him at the same time. He fills in for those who can not be there, he bounces from back stage props to prompting. He is really a cutie.

This weekend, I have to get down to business though and get my tax stuff in order. I want to send it in as soon as I can so I can get it over with as this will be my last year that I still have divorce crap hanging over my head. Man, I have been seperated from Millertime for 5 years and divorced for 3 and it still haunts me....and I was the nice one! HA! Won't evah be doin' that again!

Meantime, in the nut house, all seems to be coming together for me and I may be able to get a year pass if all goes well.

Buster and I are getting along famously and I am really latching on to his daughter, who is pretty cute, if truth be known. As for my family, well, I still am sticking to my motto "you can't change others, you can only change yourself", so, things are still basically the same.

The finances are ever so slowly dwindling down and there is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, which pleases me.

Still, the weekend can not get any closer!

Random thoughts all over the board.....you'll get used to it!

Not cured yet!

Packing up.

Buster is heading back up North to Wabby World for work and is he done packing for Mexico?

I'm not sure, but I am!

I have packed as light and airy as possible.

I have packed a couple pairs or shorts, a couple sun dresses, some evening wear...black of course, some shoes (and I am only taking 4 pairs with me!! I'm so proud of myself!) and do I bring the blow dryer? I was glad I took it to Vegas because the hotel we stayed in didn't have one? WTF?

Anyway, what were we, oh yes, the blow dryer. I'm thinking I should take it.

My make-up, sunscreen cuz this pasty white girl burns! and face moisturizer. Moisturize ladies..that skin isn't getting any younger!

I have also packed another duffle bag to bring home goodies in. I should take up some candy for the kids and make-up samples for the maid service....sigh, am I missing anything? Oh yes, the bathing suits. One piece for the jet ski and other activities and the two piece for burning in while laying under the umbrella with my floppy hat on.

Yes, I think that should about do it.

Did I forget anything else?

No more!

I don't want to see it, please, please don't let me see it anymore!

I am so sick and tired of seeing overweight females with lowrise jeans on. I am so sick and tired of seeing the disgusting overweight muffin top flowing over the already too low jeans. I am grossed right out if the truth be known!...and maybe they aren't that fat but their clothing choices make them out to be! I don't know, but I do know that enough is enough!

I am sick and tired of seeing the too small top on the too large body with the too low rise jeans. Do their friends not tell them! I know mine tell me when something looks good and something does not!

I am sick and tired of seeing the obese women in these clothes! Don't they know that the lowrise may be in for most but not for them! Don't they know that Penningtons and Reitmans have fabulous plus size clothes? Gahhhhhh!

Where is Stacy and Clinton when you need them? Where are the fashion police when you need them?

Christmas

My Christmas experience this year was a good one.

I spend from the 22-26th with Buster and his family.
I have never experienced so much Ukranian food in my life and was. it. good!

I was a little nervous going into this meet the family thing, after all, Buster has only ever met my mom, let alone the rest of the family, he has however, met Wilma and Bruno and they have given me a thumbs up and they are about as close to family as they can get in my books....but still I was nervous.

I was welcomed though with open arms and soon warmed up to Aunts, Uncles, Brothers, Sister, Mom, Dad, Cousins, In-Laws, kids....you name it, I was broke in. They also discovered that I can play a mean crib game! I love crib...and am not fussy about food choices! Yes, I do like to eat and try new things.

From there I went home from the Dec. 27-January 3rd. I needed to go to the Doctor. I was racking up various ailments, but was waiting til I got home and hoped I stayed together long enough to get there to see him....I unravelled at the Doc's office and was told that I still needed to be on my happy pills and that I had an ulcer, a sinus infection and a torn rotator cuff...WTF? What did I do to get that...I have no idea....but anyway...

I managed to get well enough to go out on the 31st. I headed to Spy Hill with my cousin and a best friend to see the cousins husband play drums in a band for a girl who won the star search contest for the local radio station. It was a great time.

The week at the farm was good, we managed to winterize the barn, bring home the main herd of horses to start feeding hay to, and we attended a few house parties.

I came home on the 3rd, welcoming the thought of work. Now, things are back to normal including my eating habits...although there is Mexico in a few weeks...

Hmmmmm

Mexico or bust

My chicken mystery remains...

On Janusry 29th, Buster and I head to Mexico. Can he handle my stupidity and quirkiness for a whole week? I guess we will find out! Wilma and Bruno are used to me rambling all the time but will Buster?

We are staying for a week at Decameron Los Cocos just outside of Puerto Vallarta. All inclusive and more weight I will gain. Why? Because the a la cartes are Seafood and Mexican!! YUM!!!! I am hoping to do some boogie boarding, matini drinking, pina colada sipping and tequila shooting! I also want to maybe get in a horseback ride, fishing and zip lining? Jet skiing and tanning. I am looking forward to nightly entertainment by the performers and Buster!! (haha) and am looking forward to the daily activities at the pool and on the beach.

Ahhh, so much to do...not sure what exactly Buster wants to do but I'm sure we can work his wants in too!!

I have packing to do and am gonna throw in an extra duffle bag, just in case! I just love the pottery. So many bright cheery colours...makes me smile.

Actually this whole trip/prep is making me smile. I think spending the week with Buster is gonna be great! He always makes me smile and I haven't laughed this much in a long, long time. I laugh with him about as much as I laugh with Wilma and Bruno and thats....a good thing!

Mexico...get ready!

Where's my chicken??

A few months back I had in my office, a bird that you squeezed and he chirped. Well, someone here at the college swiped him.

When I came back from Christmas holidays a couple of days ago, I had hanging on my wall a chicken calendar....it too is gone.

If someone is playing a joke, it is no longer funny. If someone is in my office when I am not here, it is scary.

Maybe its a ghost...highly unlikely, maybe its a gremlin, thought I doubt it, maybe its a fairy, I don't see any fairy dust...I don't know who or what it is but I would like it to stop now, cuz its starting to freak me out.

Gold 4 Cash - CROOKS!

I decided to send in my engagement ring and band to Gold 4 Cash. I took them in to Peoples to get them appraised and they were worth over $2200.00

I emailed this company for the package AND you have the option of sending $10 in the package if you want them to call you with a quote. If you don't like what they quote you, then they will send your gold back to you. I didn't bother with this option because I thought if they send me even $500 I would be happy.....they sent me $100.00 cheque!!! I was stunned AND in the memo it read "scrap". I was sick.

I immediately called them and asked them WTF? The dude on the phone told me that they are a scrap metal company and I was lucky to get the 100.00! I offered to send the cheque back to them and/or tear it up and would they send my rings back to me and I would pay for it. NOPE! Not an option. Did I mention I am just sick about this.....

Yup, another learning curve in life, if it sounds to good to be true, just keep walkin' cuz it is!

So, if you plan on using this company in the future...DO NOT. You would be better off to go to your local pawn shop to hawk your valuables because this company, this Gold4Cash Company, they are nothing but crooks, and con artists!

$1800.00 back....my ass!

Bringing in 2010

2009, was quite a year. It is bitter sweet. I ended a terrible, unhealthy relationsip to a boy who is and always will be a bully, manipulator and a controller. Out of that crazy time, I realized just how much a person can go through, just how much a soul can endure before the breaking point.

I have been lucky enough to have family and friends to haul me outta that mess and get me help and support.

By the end of 2009, my luck changed for the better. In August, I joined Eharmony and met Buster Brown and haven't looked back since. He makes me happy, and I am smiling all the time, which I haven't done in quite awhile. My family and friends are still there for me and now know when to give me a pep talk and when to give me a pat on the back.

Now, I am surrounded by good people, I have rid myself of any bad karma and have now started to listen to "that gut feeling".

This Christmas I spent it with Buster and his family and enjoyed myself immensely. I met all sorts of relatives and neighbours with good hearts and great humour side by side. I then went home and had a belated Christmas with my family and celebrated the New Year with my cousin and her hubby and a best friend (that I have known since kindergarten) at a dance in another little town 40 minutes away.

I think the "2009: The Year of Being Me" was a good year. I discovered many things about myself....and I like me.