Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Another Day, Another Town, Another Bed... Greetings earthlings. A series of hellatious plane rides has finally landed me here in Edmonton with my older sister and her family, where I will likely remain for sometime. I have no real plan as of yet, but figure that free rent and access to an insured vehicle wins out over Vancouver, which offers neither of these. I am up to my eyebrows in debt, no longer able to keep my head above water (gee, maybe flying overseas wasn't the brightest idea??? SKREW IT! It was worth every cent on the Visa!!), I need to get a job ASAP. Besides, I haven't seen much of my sis and her kids... well, ever... so thought this was a good opportunity to hang out with them, maybe help Mel out a bit and get to know the kids at the same time... That is, if I can get them to talk to me. So, I'm still trying to adjust to this whole 'not seeing Damian' thing, and to be honest, I'm pretty done with it. Yeah, no. I don't want to wait anymore! I've waited my whole life for him, so can I really be called impatient??? I don't think so. He's doing everything possible on his end to get over to North America as soon as humanly possible, so my job is to sit here and attempt not to whine too much... I think I got the shitty end of the stick, to be honest! :) I am so frustrated with dial-up, I could scream. Half the time it keeps crapping out on me, and then the other half you just don't know whether it's taking forever because it's a) thinking, or b) getting ready to crash. But, I'm not paying for it, and so am thankful. Thankful for the ingenious creation of this magnificent communication tool which allows me to keep in touch with my Damo and all of you little kiddies. :) However, on that note, I will say that this entry (like its recent precursors) will likely be very short, due to my fear of disconnection. It's like a whole other world, this dial-up thing. I can tell you this, kiddies, while I knew that my sister had her hands full with 4 children, full-time work, a house and yard, 3 horses, 2 cats and a dog, I have a new-found appreciation for her after being here for only a few short days. Wyatt's shift generally runs 6pm - midnight, and Mel's weekdays start at 4:30. I've tried living her life for the past couple days - picking Wyatt up at midnight and then waking up with Ethan at 4:30 to allow Mel time to get ready for work - and I tell ya... wow. There is a special place in heaven for single mothers. Jesus H. Christ. I am knackered. Meanwhile, as I sit and try to write this entry, Jaimee has come in asking for dinner and Ethan is screaming his lungs out in the other room where he's been layed down for the night. Good lord, where are my earplugs???? A day in the life... very therapeutic, not to mention effective birth control. At any rate, Jaimee and her friend are beckoning --- the children must eat, I suppose... even if they didn't achieve their quota of garment production today. So, from waaaaayyyy over here in Big Ed, I bid you all good night. Lots of love and hugs all the way around.... xoxo |