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THIS IS JUST PLAIN CUTE

Egads!

Amy Winehouse really needs to get her shit in order. I don't see this train wreck taking to much longer to come to it's obvious conclusion. Very sad. Don't let your daughters grow up to be crack whores. Or Amy Winehouse.


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Things That Escaped From the Zoo

Oh Sally Kirkland. For shame. You should not be venturing out without the handlers that normally restrain you.... I hope no one paid money for that. Is this an example of over confidence or just plain denial? Look away now. It's just sad.


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A Weird Resonance

I heard an Everclear song on the way home tonight that totally twigged with me so I had to blog it.

I mean...obviously I'm not a dude, and being in Alberta I didn't grow up in a black neighbourhood (but Ogden was a dive in my time...and mom did live in the 'Welfare' housing...lean times!)

My Dad never smacked my mom around either. Not that she wasn't completely hostile, manipulative and vindictively asking for it. She really got in his face, always smacking him. She even turned her rings around first. She was not what you would call a great role model for a girl. However he didn't beat her. He just avoided engaging her in any kind of way and boinked all his secretaries instead. Yep. Super fine peeps in their young age.


FATHER OF MINE
Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
You know I just closed my eyes
My whole world disappeared
Father of mine
Take me back to the day
When I was still your golden boy
Back before you went away

I remember blue skies
Walking the block
I loved it when you held me high
I loved to hear you talk
You would take me to the movie
You would take me to the beach
You would take me to a place inside
That is so hard to reach

Father of mine
Tell me where did you go
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know
Father of mine
Tell me what do you see
When you look back at your wasted life
And you dont see me

I was ten years old
Doing all that I could
It wasnt easy for me
To be a scared white boy
In a black neighborhood
Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
With a five dollar bill
I never understood you then
And I guess I never will

Daddy gave me a name
My dad he gave me a name
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away

My daddy gave me a name
Daddy gave me a name
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name

Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
I just closed my eyes
And the world disappeared
Father of mine
Tell me how do you sleep
With the children you abandoned
And the wife I saw you beat

I will never be safe
I will never be sane
I will always be weird inside
I will always be lame
Now Im a grown man
With a child of my own
And I swear Im not going to let her know
All the pain I have known


Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My dad gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
Then he walked away
Then he walked away

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WHAT A GIRL WANTS

My New Camaro......(I WISH!)
Should've married rich! =)

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Facebook-a-Holic.....intervene me!

Okay, I have gone from blogging, to wow, to myspace and now to crackbook. Where was all this shit when I was a teenager??!!

It's just so sad to be addicted now that I am a married girl with a life. =(

Seriously though....If teenagers had been more prone to typing responses, I totally wonder what my life would look like today. It's kinda strange....and surreal to know that one discovery in technology may have changed it completely and brought me into an alternate universe.

Never been a phone girl...I was a letter or note girl. And although I am fairly outgoing, I was also shy whenever emotions came into play. Facebook would have rocked for me. But I also might have got compeltely hooked on it and never actually made friends...that would have been sad indeed.

It's kind of a thrill to hook up with all these people from your past. You can actually have friendships without the hormonal barriers or competetiveness. Relate to people without all the turmoil of being a teenager in the way. It's like a second chance to get to know people as they are with out all the postulating. I think you get a better sense of someone's character once they have lived some life too. Some people totally and pleasantly surprise me...and some are just the same assholes they were originally. Others are the same people ~ just like you hoped they were.

I'm going to conclude that I am grateful for the crackbook, but I should probably set up a local chapter of 'Crackbookers Anonymous'. I think a support group is going to be required!

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Too Boobylicious...

OMFG....I will never complain about my rack again......

Someone get this girl a back brace STAT!

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Gave my notice today!!!! Yipeeee!

I gave my notice today. Was kinda sad. But I was mostly happy. I really, truly, can't wait to be done with retail.


Had some great conversations today. Was nice. I think some people will want to come with me to WestJet. Who wouldn't?

Facetime on Facebook

Okay. I think I need an intervention. I am OBSESSED with Facebook.


Seriously - it's like that worst form of instant gratification I have ever seen. And it's all about re-connecting and it's so FUN...and addictive.

But I found a former BFF on there, who I have been searching for years to find. So it's all worth it! Sigh.

I also ran into scads of people that I just adored and forgot all about. It's pretty damn neat!


But yeah....I need to get weaned off for a bit. Or I'll NEVER get back to my watercolour!

WestJetter????

I interviewed with Westjet recently. Hoping I get the job!!!!! The company is amazing. If you've ever flow them ~ you know. If you haven't GET ALL OVER THAT!

I am pretty familiar with all the particulars of recruiting, right down to having candies and water available. But this wasn't staged. It was honest. I was WOWED.

Keep everything crossed for me!

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