MERRY CHRISTMAS...YES I SAID IT

Merry Christmas everyone, yes I said...Oh how dare I say Merry Christmas rather than Happy Holidays or some other non-sense saying that does not relate what December 25th really means to me and all other Christians alike. It is a day WE celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, not a day to celebrate whatever day the rest of the world decides it is. The Jews get to celebrate Hanaukah (sp) and whatever other religions there are and what they celebrate.

I celebrate the birth of the one Man I can trust no matter what. My prayers are answered, whether with the answer I want or not, they are answered none-the-less. Jesus leads me where I need to when I allow him to, sometimes I take a different road or path and end up where I need not be. But I always learn my lesson to listen and of course the next trip down the road, I swerve and take the route I want lol...

So, the point of this blog update is really to talk about the Christmas Tree (yes Christmas Tree, not Holiday Tree) that Nova Scotia sends every year to Boston as a thank you for their help during the Halifax Explosion.

http://www.gov.ns.ca/NATR/extension/christmastrees/bostontree.htm

The first year the tree was cut and shipped, it was actually cut down by my grandfather, Mr. Brenton Frank Reid. I can remember during every single yearly Reid Family Christmas Party, Grampie would talk about how he cut it down and then we would all sit around and wait for him to recite "The Cremation of Sam McGee" and "The Shooting of Dan McGrew", both well known poems by Robert Service.

My grandfather was amazing. He was unable to read or write, in fact when he had to sign the paper work to get his Old Age Pension started, he had to mark an X and have Nan sign for him. He ran a very successful business, doing bodywork and mechanical repairs on vehicles in a garage in his backyard.

I know I have written blog entries about him before but I respected, loved and cherished him as a man and as my grandfather. He was truly one of the "few good guys". I will attach a picture of him at the end of this entry. It will be the one of him in his army uniform. He was so proud to have served, even if it was only on at the Halifax Armories doing repairs on equipment. He, like the rest of his generation, didn't talk much about the war. I guess he had bad memories too. He had a buddy he worked with who died in Germany during WW2, that Grampie and Nannie named their first son after, Rockey.

Now, Uncle Rockey. Man, if you looked at this man, you would think "holy fuk, I don't want to mess with him" but he is the most gentle and caring man. I can always count on a kiss from him and an "I love you".

I will try to find and attach a picture of him.

So, hmmm... You want an update on Quinlan and the McKenna clan you say?

Quinlan has reached the five pound mark and will be home for Christmas if he keeps improving like he has. The other night I was on MSN with Mack's brother Chad. I had that poor boy believing that his mother bought a "Mother of the groom" dress for his wedding to the girl he hasn't even asked to marry him yet. I should have felt bad but you know, I still don't...lol.

I think it went on for a good half an hour and at one point I said "McKenna didn't tell you about the dress?" "No, was he supposed to?" "Well I don't know if he was supposed to but I do know he knows about it. Maybe he forgot to mention it?" "More like he withheld the information to make me look like a fool"... I laughed so hard. I even described the dress in great detail. Then Chad said something about telling his mother to wear the "shear, light and dark blue, slit up to there" dress to Quinlan's Christening. I said "Do you really want your mother wearing a dress that is only good for enticing your father to your nephew's Christening?" "Well it is her grandson you know?"... The fool fell for it... I was copying and pasting the conversation to Tammy and we both agreed that he was gullible, but he learned his lesson.

He did however tell me I was mean, or rather he said "McKenna didn't tell me you were so mean"...haha haha hehehe... McKenna told me I was but I was good... Hey don't mess with the best. I have a lot more years on them... Not necessarily more experience but Linda Reid is my mother...lol...

So, what else? Not much. I am hoping that the anti-depressants I am on kick in soon. I had a bad night last night and was almost in tears after I talked to Jen in Ottawa. We had our monthly, bi-monthly bitch session about Nigerians. Everyone is good in her family. I miss them all... They took me in and treated me like a daughter, sister, cousin, niece... Truly an amazing family.

OK, so let me add a few pictures. Til next time, enjoy and be safe during the CHRISTMAS SEASON...Sorry, I cannot possibly call it the Holiday Season. I am also going to add a couple of pictures from the baby shower we held for my brother.




The Rock AKA Uncle Rockey at his surprise 50th birthday party



Me, Nan and Grampie one year at Camp Argo




Mom in the white on the right, Cousin Ryan was our surrogate mother for the day, Brenton in his *gag* habs shirt...

HE HAS ARRIVED

Let me start with last Thursday... I talked to Mack...all was good... I asked after Jada as I always do. She was not in labour and having no problems. Friday night I did not get to talk Mack as I usually but I thought to myself "well he does go back to work tomorrow and he's working with Chad this weekend so he's probably gearing himself up for what thinks is a bad few days"... So, I forgave him for not talking to me. Then Saturday rolled around and I was finally off the stupid train from having a concussion and I was all set to have my weekly "cops date" with my favorite cop so we can make fun of American cops. Well, guess who did NOT show up for our cops date? So I sent him a few bad vibes and then told my best friend Tammy that the only excuse I was going to accept was something to do with Jada.

So last night Brenton came in went on facebook and I puttered around meanwhile Mack and a few others came online but since I was NOT in front of my computer I was not able to speak to them. So once Brenton got off the computer I took over and low and behold Mack had been online and I brought up the conversation to see what he had to say and well he changed his profile picture to a new born baby. So, I sent off a quick email saying "blah blah blah is that quinlan?" and yes it is. Quinlan has arrived a bit early but none the less he has arrived and is fine for the most part.

So, congratulations to McKenna and Jada... You guys are going to be amazing parents and I still think Jada will talk you into having "just one more McKenna"... Triplet girls I dare say.

Til next time, enjoy and be safe.

BECAUSE I WAS ASKED SO SWEETLY TO UPDATE

It has been quite a while since I last updated... I haven't had much to talk about.

Things around here have been tense and unbearable however Jean's son, Norman, has come in on his white horse and saved the day. He has given BDHH his eviction notice and BDHH is going to be gone by December 1st.

There are very few things in life I will not tolerate and one of them is a half crazy bastard screaming at my 10 year old niece. NO ONE, and I do mean NO ONE, will ever be allowed to scream at Mahalya like that crazy bastard did yesterday. If I didn't have my peace bond against him, I would have throttled him.

Last week things came to a head. I had to run away last Monday because I was so angry with BDHH that I could not stay here as I was afraid I would kill him. All because that stupid bastard misplaced his eye glasses case and his court papers. He accused me of stealing them, which of course I did not do.

So, I ran away to Ross and Tanya's. They let me vent and calm down. I asked Ross if I could move in with them for a few months and now I am regretting asking them because now I have to go back and say I am not going to be moving. Norman has asked me to stay here and take care of Jean. In exchange for that, they will be lowering my rent.

Last Wednesday BDHH was in such a bad mood he started screaming and yelling at Jean until she took him to the bottle depot to get money for cigarettes. Last Wednesday of course was our first snow storm of the season. The roads were horrible and no one should have been on them, certainly not an 84 year old drunk.

I finally called Norman and left him a message to call me so I could tell him why I was leaving and what had been going on around here. He came in last Thursday to speak to me in person and I told him everything. Even things that Jean has not told him because she didn't want to upset him.

Today Norman came in and gave BDHH his eviction notice and is to vacate the premises by December 1st. I certainly hope that the RCMP will keep an eye on the place once he is gone because I am afraid that he will be back and will cause problems that cannot be fixed.

What else? Well, on Sunday Mom and I will be having a baby shower for my brother. A little unconventional but hey our family is odd.

McKenna is doing fine... Still won't drive the minivan, even though I am certain he has driven it even if he will not admit it to me.

I have graduated from teasing McKenna about everything to teasing his brother Chad. Speaking of Chad, he has not been online for a week. I think he no longer loves me :( lol

Last Friday Tanya and I decided we were going to have a few drinks and then go out to Westside Charlie's. Oh my... Before we left we drank more rum and shooters than I can handle. We were positive that we were going to get into trouble so we arranged with my Secret Santa to be our bail bondsman before we left. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, we did not need bail. I was determined to hit someone over the head with a beer bottle but alas I did not. We danced and drank and danced and drank until our hips hurt and we couldn't drink any more.

I came home, went to bed, woke up Saturday morning to a lot of snow and a canceled date. My hips were hurting which told me that I danced more than I have in a long time. I decided I was going to ignore the snow and pretend it was just an illusion. However, come yesterday I could no longer ignore the snow and decided I was going to go out and shovel it. Well, let me tell you, I will NEVER shovel snow again. My hips, my legs, my back, hands, my arms and my shoulders all ache. lol...

So today, my secret Santa came to visit and brought me a bottle of Malibu coconut rum... Yes I have already broken it open. It tastes amazing in coffee :D

So, that is about it for now. Maybe I will think of more to write about tomorrow. Til next time, be safe and enjoy.

QUICK UPDATE ON ONGOING ISSUES AND CONCERNS

Went to see the Internal Medicine Specialist this week... He thinks I may have Crohns Disease... So, off I go in the next few weeks to have a Barium Enema done...Also have to do some tests with fecal matter... Yeah...Sounds like so much fun...

So, we are back to square one... Sort of... Still have no answers but hopefully we will soon.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crohns_disease

Off to read a book....Til next time, be safe and enjoy.

"ONE WRONG STEP AND THIS BITCH'LL BE BACK"

OK, I was watching Will and Grace last week and Sir Elton John was on and the premise of the story line was was that Jack thought the Gay Mafia was after him... And Will didnt believe him... So, as the show was coming to an end and Will was at a restaurant and he was sitting behind Sir Elton John and Will had been mumbling about how the Gay Mafia was not real, etc.... So, Sir Elton John got up, turned around and said "One wrong move and this bitch'll be back"... Well, I laughed and thought, yup exactly how I feel... I can be a downright bitch when I want to be, however I, as an adult, choose to hold that part of me back... I have to because if I let myself go, there will be never be an end to my anger. I have so many people in my life who need to know just how it is I feel but that is against what I believe in. I do not believe in an eye for an eye. I choose to forgive those who have wronged me, I choose to be someone who tries not to hold a grudge however there are 3 people in my life, or were in my life, who I should have a grudge against.

Henry did not deserve me or my love. There I said it... How proud of me are you? I deserved better than what he gave me. I deserved to have at least one orgasm with him... I deserved to have him work and help support us both, instead of having my pay cheques as the only source of income. I deserved to have him help do the housework, I deserved for him to be home when I got home from work at 1am or later. I deserved better.

Mike... The one man I will forever love and will never forget. Every time I go to the City, Dartmouth, Halifax or Lower Sackville, I look at everyone in the face to see if it is the face that I will never forget, the one face that I want to place my hands around, the lips that I want to kiss, the eyes I want to drown myself in... The arms that I want to feel around me again. I need to learn how to forget him. I need to forget how his kisses curled my toes, made my eyes roll into the back of my head, how they left me breathless, how they made me want to be with him forever.

Paul...The man who I thought I had learned to love and who I thought had made me forget Mike. The man, who professed to love me, broke up with me on a Sunday and the next night asked me for some advise on what he should do about his falling in love with a married woman.

I do not know if any of the men in my life have respected me, loved me or even cared for me but I do know that each of these men have helped me be who I am... I AM A STRONG WOMAN... I can and will be someone more than they thought I was. I will demand respect in my next relationship, if I ever have another one.

Anyway, done with those thoughts and stuff.

I really need a smoke... or a coffee or something... Not sure what it is I want... I do know I need a haircut...and soon... Maybe I should do that this week. I can get a short haircut now as I am no longer in a relationship with someone who doesnt like short hair.

Yesterday Nelson came to visit... I feel so good that I do not have to hide when I see Nelson, talk to Nelson or think about Nelson. I still have a hard time understanding why Paul did not like Nelson. Nelson is one of my truest friends. Someone I did not expect to welcome into my life. At the time we met, I was not looking for a new friend, I was looking for someone to have sex with and nothing more, however life seems to have so many twists and turns that I had to learn to let Nelson into my life as a damn good friend. Someone I can talk to, rant and rave at and I know he will always be there for me.

I think I know why I am being so sentimental. On November 7th, it will mark the 9th anniversary of my grandmother passing away. I am going to be getting some flowers and going out to the cemetery this week. I want to stand there and talk to Nan and Gramp... I love and miss them so much.

Anyway, sorry McKenna that you are not mentioned again. I do not have much to say, other than I enjoy our chats and Chad is making my life amusing...As you did before you got engaged, married, pregnant, etc...

So, til next time, enjoy and be safe...

NOT WORTH YOUR TIME MACK...YOU WERE NOT MENTIONED...SORRY

I have come to realize I need to get the hell out of this house... I am slowly beginning to hate everything... I cannot sleep at night, I am cranky during the day because I take sleeping pills at night and do not get the required amount of sleep to function... The only happy thing in my life right now is is my relationship with Cathy. I knew from the moment she walked into my life that she was going to be oh so important. She listened to me, she helped me to be a "lady", she bought me my first pair of high heels... I remember them... Beautiful grey pumps... She also taught me the facts of life... Of course this was well after I should have been taught them... but she taught them to me none-the-less.

Her and I had a slight falling out when I got married... I was never angry with her, I was angry at the fact they Henry and her could not get along well enough for me to maintain my relationship with Cathy. I did know during those few years that no matter what happened, I could always go back home to her arms and get a hug. She is such an amazing woman. She is someone I desperately needed at the age of 8 or 9. She cared about me, she took interest in the same things I was interested in, being a bookworm around her was just fine, being able to have an intelligent conversation with someone was amazing and believe me we have had many intelligent conversations. She loved and loves me for who and what I am not for who and what I could be. My outer appearance did not matter to her... She helped me to be a "lady" even when I was overweight.

At 33, having such an amazing role model for 25 years makes me so filled with love and an overwhelming sense of security and personal confidence that at times being able to express myself to her is not able to be done. She will never know just how much her love and support has meant to me. I could never repay her enough for that.

Cathy and I have had so many good times... When I first moved to Ottawa to be with her, she told her friends Nicki and Mike, who owned The Pheonix (a local bar) that when I was there alone they were to take care of me. Many a night I would go there by myself, have a few drinks (on a tab of course) and I would always feel secure and comfortable because I knew that these 2 people were looking out for me.

We have such an amazing relationship. I know no matter how low or high I feel, all I have to do is pick up the phone and she will be there for me. This past week has been hard for me. My mind won't shut down at night nor will my thoughts shut up. I keep going over and over in my head what I did wrong to make Paul not love me, what did I do to lose him, was it all my fault, does he have any part in the blame... All I think about is Paul, Mike and Henry... Three men and 3 screwed up relationships. I just don't know what to do or how to get them out of my mind. Maybe I will only ever be a mistress... Maybe what I need to do is find myself a rich, married man and let him take care of me for the rest of my life. I will never have children so it wouldn't matter if he already has some or that he is already married... My thoughts are convoluted right now and nothing makes sense anymore.

The weather is changing to winter coldness and I am finding it hard to be happy and uplifting right now... Maybe what I need to do is go for a tan and get warm from the outside in... I have no idea anymore..

Maybe tomorrow I will smile, maybe tomorrow I will pretend all is right in my world, maybe tomorrow will be the day that I realize what it is I want and need in my life. til then, enjoy and be safe... I am going out for supper with one of the 2 truest friends I have ever had.

AS DAYS GO BY SUMMER COMES TO AN END

It has been far too long since I updated my blog last... A lot of things have happened and summer has come to an end in the process.

I received my divorce papers, went out and celebrated, drank far too much, fell down on my ass and hurt my ankle... Still think it is broken (probably should go for those x-rays that Dr. Hottie said I should have done)... Woke up the next morning with a hangover to rival all hangovers... I had company arriving at 7 or so that morning and I was sick... Oh so sick... I have learned however that I am not allowed to go out drinking with my friend Tanya as it is always her fault I drink too much and do things I would not normally do sober or with a little alcohol. That Monday I went to outpatients because I was still not able to walk... Dr. on call said it was sprained however by the following Monday I was still in a lot of pain and not walking very well, and since I had an appointment with Dr. Salazar to get some refills on some drugs, I thought I would talk to him about the foot as well... And as plans go, these were nixed as I woke up with a bad ass case of bronchitis... So, saw Dr. S (from here on out to be commonly referred to as Dr. Hottie)... and he put me on the nebulizer for a while... Sent me home with some drugs... antibiotics and steroids...

That Wednesday I had to go to peace bond court hearing against BDHH... The judge laughed at him when he accused me of stealing his box of money that his lawyer mailed out to him... I got my peace bond and my friend Jean rushed me to emerg. There I saw Dr. Goddard and he gave me a couple of shots of morphine for my headache and told me to take my puffers every 30 minutes until my breathing got under control... Off to home I go... The next evening I started coughing and coughed for 2 hours...until my mommy rushed me to emerg. again where I was told that I had the "sniffles" and that I was a drug seeker... So, back home I went...

The next day I had to go get my driver's license switched over to my maiden name as it was the final thing to do to take back my true identity...I sat for nearly 2 hours to spend 25.00 to get the same damn picture on my license...But I am now officially Elizabeth Dorene Munroe once again...

Then off to grocery shopping I went... That was fun since walking was an activity that was still hard to do as I was still not feeling well.

Then I spent the weekend relaxing and on Monday I went to Dr. Hottie's office again as I had to get my B12 shot but decided to wait and see Dr. Hottie as a walk in as I was still not feeling well... Of course he put me back on antibiotics and steroids for a while longer...got my b12 shot and went to the bargain shop called mom, she picked me up in W'ville... Went to Lawtons, dropped off my drugs and waited for them to be delivered...

On Thursday I called my mom and had her take me to get some buckleys...I drank the whole bottle by Friday evening and Saturday I woke up feeling alive... Like I could function finally... Thankfully by the other day I was feeling well enough to work the elections...

Yesterday I slept all day and today I am going to clean... As I have company coming tomorrow for a couple of hours and company coming Saturday night for the night... Saturday night will show Don just how much I love hockey as it is the Battle of Alberta... and that is all I am going to say about hockey...I am thoroughly disgusted with my boys.

So, now I must discuss McKenna as he will only scan the above until he sees his name... Jada is doing OK though she's had some bumps in the road lately... I am certain all is well...but she is on bed rest for a while.

Chad added me to his msn...oh wait.. Chad...cute smile...chatter...Mack's brother...I laughed til I had tears in my eyes when I saw his invite pop up.

So, what else? I think that is everything...

Oh, while I was ill I got rid of my futon and acquired a loveseat... I got rid of my desk and computer chair... Cleaned the apartment... I decided that if I was going to be here for a few more months, I was going to make certain it was clean and no longer this disgusting pig pen I was living in... So, clean and declutter I did.

Ummm...I do believe that is all... So, til next time, take time to enjoy a refreshing cup of coffee or a soothing cup of tea.