Stuff & Nonsense, the stuff of the life of me.

Dearest My Peeps,

Howdy hey out there in the land of make believe. How goes it this fine night?? I'm doing quite well. I was maybe going to go to Pat's after work, and that didn't work out, but I suppose it's okay, mostly because it has to be. I've been working mostly days, so Mum and I have been travelling together. She got in the car tonight & asked if I was up for eating out. Of course I was up for eating out! She asked if I had any suggestions. Of course I immediately thought of Dairy Queen. It's been so long since I've eaten there. It was very good. I've discovered that I like Burger King poutine better, which almost seems like blasphemy, but ah well. It's all good.

Then we came home & I promptly had a pretty dose of the runs. Honestly. It wasn't even a half hour later. Well, I guess that old lady from church was right. She said that she could "never eat at Diarrhea Queen, the awful place". I can see her point. It's great food, and worth the pain once in a while, but not on a regular basis. It's the only place I am guaranteed to have problems after I eat there. If I frequent other fast food joints too often they tend to cause the same problems. But if I moderate properly, there's nary a concern. Dairy Queen doesn't matter how much I moderate. Tonight was the first time in at least 3 or more months since I've been there. Still, it was good. They actually give a decent amount of pickles when you ask for pickles on your grilled chicken. Burger King is cheap & only puts two on it. Ah well, c'est la vie. The fact that I can eat fast food as often as I do says something & I really shouldn't been complaining about it.

Honestly, it seems almost sacrilegious. God has blessed me with so much & I whine that I want more. It's disgusting, that's what it is. I don't need more stuff. I don't need more food. I get lots. I don't need more clothes. I have lots. I could definitely use a new pair of black dress pants for work, but I don't need them. I have 2 or 3 pairs of khaki coloured men's pants that I COULD wear if I wasn't so fussy. I have been wearing one of them on a semi-regular basis lately. But I just don't like them. I don't feel pretty in them. Honestly. I want to wear girl's pants that flatter what little figure I have. I don't want to wear men's pants & feel masculine. I'm not masculine, so I shouldn't have to feel like I am.

On a side note, lest I venture into areas of self-deprecation forbidden me by both Pat & Jacqui, (the smarties, I really need to listen to them more), I just discovered the spell check feature of blogger. It's great! I don't' have to worry so much about backspacing to fix my typos. I just have to hit the spell check button & it highlights my mistakes for me. Then when I click on the highlighted word, it gives me a list of appropriate options. It's amazing! Mostly. If I "hte" instead of "the" it doesn't give me "the" in the list, but it still highlights it, so it's still great.

Anyhow, I work at 9 am, so I'm headed out for bed. It's only 10, but I've been trying to get a decent night's sleep lately, so it's not so hard first thing in the morning. Let's just say it's a good thing that if I open it's usually alone.

So yeah, happy day! Cheers!
Do be safe!
Vicky Ellen

"Some people don't hesitate to speak their minds because they have nothing to lose." Krystle 'En' MacDonald.

Loss

Dearest My Peeps,
It's too late to be up & I am going to bed very soon. There was a majour accident in Blackville on the morning of Thursday, the 7th. I heard about it this afternoon. Pat's folks & sister had to come up for something and the traffic was being rerouted through the back roads because of the accident the day before. I didn't know at the time who it was, or when it had happened.

It was Katrine Bryenton and her husband. I don't know if that's her last name now, but it's what I always knew her as. She was one of the nicest ladies I can say I have had the privledge of knowing. They didn't survive. Apparently he was driving and had a heart attack at the wheel. The police say that she was trying to steer the car, but quite obviously couldn't do much from the passenger's seat. Two of my aunts & uncles were there too. They'd went to Blackville together & were driving behind them. They couldn't stop in time & slammed into the back of the car. None of my relations were seriously injured, thanks be only to God, but Katrine died in the resultiung crash. Apparently the car slammed into a house and moved it off its foundation some. Nobody in the house was hurt either.

I haven't seen Katrine lately. Last time was a year or more ago in Burger King. She was doing great. She used to go to my church when I was little. She was a good, kind woman. She taught me in Sunday School & treated me just the way I wanted to be treated. She didn't condesend to me, or laugh at me, or patronize me, or anything. She held me to be her equal. EQUAL & she was older than my parents & I doubt I was more than 10!

The world lost a most excellant woman this week. We are all that much more poorly off than we were two days ago. But Katrine's gone home, and it's not likely she suffered much during the transition. So she's better off anyway.

So long Katrine. Until we meet again. I don't know when that will be, but I won't ever forget you in the meantime.
Vicky Ellen Mullin
"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream.
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hooray for crazy wrist issues,

Dearest My Peeps,
So yeah, tonight at work I was standing still for a minute. I went to turn around & cracked my elbow as hard as I could against the edge of a counter that I hadn't realized was as close as it was. So to be polite, OW! It sent shockwaves through my whole arm & nearly knocked me over. My arm has been aching ever since, right in the elbow & down more into my wrist too. Oi. I got my coworker to do cash for awhile & I helped customers on the floor, whilst popping advil every half hour to try to stop the misery. It mostly worked; after 4 advil it mostly stopped to a dull ache. It's not nearly so sore now, thankfully. It left my hand pretty useless for a little while there. I'm already clumsier than normal because of the carpal tunnel and that stupid brace I have to wear. Well, I call it stupid, but it does help, so I do appriecate it.

Not too much is new. I get to see my Pat on Monday. HOORAY! But you already knew that from the last post, at least, I presume you did. If you didn't, well, shame on you for not keeping up to date on my blog. *tsking*

Douglas is coming home again on Monday. He'll be here till Tuesday or Wednesday. He's either going to catch the bus on Tuesday or pay for my gas and I'll drive him down on Wednesday. But he can't catch the bus on Wednesday and still be there in time for work. I think it'll be cheaper if he pays for my gas, but I dunno. We'll find out when he gets here and we have a chance to discuss it.

Anyhow, since I'm msning with Pat, I'm going to stop blogging too. My elbow/wrist is still aching a little from earlier, so I'm going to stop using it so much & save it for him. Nothing personal but a conversation with an actual persaon is WAY more important than chronologing (spelling!) my life for random unknowns, even if they are Dearest My Peeps.

Cheers! Do be safe! Happy day!
Vicky Ellen
"Learn from other people's mistakes; Don't have other people learn from yours." -Unbeknownst