F*ck-It List.

Yesterday I got to cross another item off my Bucket List: the construction workmen put another slab of cement sidewalk in front of our house, sort of like a walkway I guess and once they'd left and the coast was clear and no one was around I stealthly and quickly ran out and carved f*ck into it, something I've always wanted to do in fresh cement! My hubby saw it and was mad and snarled, Why did you ruin their sidewalk? I recognized your handwriting! and I told him, I didn't ruin it; I enhanced it! sort of like how celebs put their handprints into cement in front of Mann's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood and now I'm immortalized. Knowing him though he probably covered it all up and ruined my handiwork(always ruining my fun) but I haven't checked it yet but at least I got to do it and I took a photo for proof. He's probably just  mad too that I had the courage to do what he also always wanted to do but never did. This morning's also really foggy and on the weekend supposed to get up to 21 C(isn't so-called Global Warming just wonderful?) and break a record but the poor Edmonton Boys got snow and my cousin's ex-wife actually drove to her new place in Alberta( rather than fly like I assumed she would) and it took her 3 days and she did as she took her cats and her wine collection, not trusting it safe in the cargo hold of a plane and she finally got there but the movers still haven't arrived with their stuff yet! Ugh! With my mother's low blood sugar she also isn't sleeping well and keeps waking up every 1-2 hours to check it, worried.

I still fondly remember as well as a kid( probably grade 2 ) we had pussywillows in a Blue Mountain pottery vase,and when my mother was leaving her job at the hospital when we were moving to L.A someone from her work called me and said they were going to get her a going-away gift and asked what she'd like and I told them she 'd said that she needed a new pair of slippers and she laughed and said they were thinking of something a bit more expensive and they ended up getting her a nice gold herringbone necklace, and when the 28 YR old was about 2 years old and he wanted to go play outside in the backyard he'd point to the back door and say bah-seet! bah-seet! (bare feet! bare feet!) because he'd go out barefoot in the grass and he called Christmas lights La-La  from that Christmas song that goes Fa-la-la-la-la, and learning phonics the second-oldest had a problem pronouncing the "th" sound and it always came out as "f" so I had her practice by saying thuck and she didn't want to say f*ck so she'd try extra hard to not have it come out as an 'f" and she eventually got it. Now it's November I also don't have to keep skipping the Christmas songs on my iPod anymore and can just let them play now until January and you know you old too when now your parents are now the same age that you remember your grandparents being before.

Turn off the world if it makes you hurt.-Max Webster