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d'ohTopic: Happy Kat!
Wow! What a busy weekend! Friday was decorate the house and start the shopping day. i went out with Ben and Mike and we got a bit done, which was nice. Dave, Ben andI went out in the early evening to Canadian Tire and got a few more things. As we were walking in the parking lot I saw a man that looked so much like Paul from long long ago that I almost went up to him and said Hi Paul! Same hair style, same glasses, same style of clothes, but he was wearing a coat that looked identical to my Pervy McPerv vintage London Fog coat. So much so it was borderline creepy! But Paul would be fifty now, he wouldn't still be holding onto the eighties, and there's really no reason why he would be in Waterloo at the Weber street Canadian Tire. He lives in the deepest darkest depths of suburbia north of TO.
Still; it made me think -if it was him, I said hello and he said hello, then what would I say? Where would I begin? Probably something like: "hello Paul. It's been such a long time, and I have a few things that I desperately need to say. Long ago I was deceived about you; I was told things that turned out to be not true. I regret not fighting more for what I knew in my heart was true, and I regret giving into things that turned out to be lies. I should insert an I'm sorry here, but I'm not sure an apology is needed because I think that you were told things about me that also weren't true. I think we need to sort out the lies from the truth, I think we both have issues with the past and maybe it's time to deal with these issues. I don't care about the people who told the lies, they mean little. Right now it's time for this to be between you and I and not them. I don't want to waste this time slamming others, it won't help make anyone feel better. It's not for revenge on anyone; it's not about going back in time, not for going back to where we were and picking up the strands of what was once torn aways from us, It's about finding a way to go forward free from the burdens of the past." And then let the conversation either go on from there, or end there.
Saturday...I think we spent maybe four hours at home all day. We were out from morning to evening. I didn't see anyone who looked like anyone else, fortunately. We also finished the tree. The house looks a bit more christmassy.
Yesterday...oh yes, the boshart family party that wasn't. By ten it was obvious there was far too much snow, with still more snow on the way. awe didn't go anywhere, other than to dig out. The guys are still outside digging out this morning.
Spring storms are freight trains. You hear them come before they arrive. They are loud and big and they make noise and you know to get out of their way and they soon pass. Summer storms are quick, they rise up from the ground in swirls and eddies and whirls of warm moist air, they churn across the sky and they explode quickly and violently, then they are over and followed by sweet sunlight and starry nights. Autumn storms come in and take off their shoes and roar and bellow and complain loudly and then leave. All three you know there's something terrible happening, you stay out of their way, or try to get by without too much distress.
But winter storms are quiet, winter storms lull you to sleep, they muffle the noise, they make everything soft and fluffy and white. They come in on silent footsteps, they look so nice, they cover anything that's grey or dirty, they make everything clean and pristine. It's not until they are over that you feel like you have waken from a dream and then you see the destruction. Snow piled into six feet drifts. Cars upside down on the highways. Silent and peaceful destruction. Beautiful and terrible. Cold and hard.
Today there's more snow shoveling. The silent storm was a doozy! It started early sunday morning and it's still flurrying. The party was canceled by the country club and they will help to reschedule it in the first week of January at their expense. So that will be fun. I worked so hard on that outfit and the jewelry so I'll wear it there. I'm also wearing it on christmas eve.
As we get closer to Christmas, lets remember other traditions, such as the pagan traditions that our modern christmas draws inspiration from. But mostly, lets remember Festivus! A Holiday for the rest of us! In wisconsin a priest is trying to get a festivus pole in as part of the town's christmas display. This is such an excellent idea; I myself have been training all year for the feats of strength. Every year I join a seinfeld internet chat group and every year me and George Costanza challenge each other and each year I win. Like so many, I find tinsel distracting.
And now for today's end of the year list: the fifteen coolest gadgets from cool gadgets dot com. I've seen the banana case in stores...and that newborn pillow looks like a great idea. Babies sleep best in mom's arms; but sometimes mom needs to do other things...like go to the bathroom. I think I would like to give my CSI addicted hubby the crime scene towel. what could be better for a guy who happily watches every CSI marathon on Spike? And for Dan...the transparent toaster...that kid is always burning toast!
I made Portal Of Evil! Not this site...but one of my submissions made it to the main page and main forum! Yay! Fifteen more minutes of internet fame. I submitted this a while ago, almost nine months ago; and it finally made the front page. I think it's perfect for their "People Insane" category. I leave it for everyone to figure out which Portal of Evil main page submission was mine. And I think everyone can find portal of evil on their own.
Toninght's the final episode of Project Runway Canada. Lucien? Bidell? MG? Hmmm, according to the fashion week website, the choice was quite easy for the judges. We shall see, won't we?
And that's all for now. We have more shopping to do, I need to get dressed and wrap my knee up. I hope the malls aren't too busy today. if they are...oh well! Later!
