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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still here... Even with the time change today, I'll probably still be late for work. God, I'm a lazy bastard. More like I dread going there so much that I sit here in my pj's online or lie in bed as long as possible to delay the inevitable... pretending that there is no work. Bollocks. Dreamed about the place all night last night. It's neck and neck wich the China Moon nightmares now. Sometimes, they even mesh together and I have extra-super-ultra-crazy dreams where the restaurant is IN the store and I'm waiting tables at the same time that I'm trying to re-stock shelves of product so that everything is in the right place... ohhh... I think it's time for me to move on. In fact, I'm positive. I even dreamed last night that I told my boss off. Yup. Time to go. Unfortunately, necessity demands that I stick it out for a few more months... got this wedding thing to pay for, you know. Hard to believe but the beast just won't be tamed! Fork out $400 here and $500 there... you'd THINK that for a couple who are catering themselves, getting married on a lake, and using an ipod for their DJ we'd be nearly finished handing out our hard-earned dollars. But noooo... it's never-ending, I swear to god. Right up until the day. At any rate, we're still excited about it and looking forward to seeing everyone. It's going to be a whirlwind - especially combined with Christmas - but I'm hoping we're being low-key enough that it won't be as bad as it could be. Went home about a month ago to get some prep-work out of the way for the wedding, and to squeeze in a quick visit with the family. It was fairly productive - even managed to work in a squabble with one of my brothers, which is always good - but it was hard as hell to leave, just like it always is. Even harder now with my mom's MS. How can I possibly leave her? How can I possibly choose ME and fulfilling my dreams over HER? I should be there with her. And NOW, just for the gravy factor, Dad has decided to go and take a fall in order to shatter his hand and bust his hip. I told mom that Damo and I were wondering if such a thing as tandem-wheelchairs were available... maybe even get Dad a motorized one and he could either tow mom behind him or get a sidecar attached so they could ride together, side-by-side. Bloody hell. Dad's in surgery this morning to correct whatever damage he did to his hip...they're not even sure what he's done yet..., and his hand surgery was yesterday. I'm actually more annoyed with him than worried, at the moment. First off, how many times has he nearly killed himself???##!!! Too bloody many, I'll tell you what. And on top of that, he did an unspeakable act... and if it were me he'd done it to, I'd never talk to him again, I swear to god. He was working up at Ryan's house, on the second level and fell backwards where the stairwell is meant to be, down onto the concrete in the basement. Ryan ran down, of course, and when he got to Dad, the son-of-a-bitch pretended to be dead. Dead. Can you imagine what this must have done to my brother? He must have nearly died himself. Already he's feeling guilty because it's his house that Dad was working on when he fell, etc, etc... and now the asshole's gone and faking dead! Mother-of-God. He's damn lucky I wasn't there. I would have left him on the cement. Having said that and got my rant out of the way, it's going to be a long & painful recovery for him... Dad's already told Mom that he's more worried that he can't take care of her now than anything else. I'm really hoping that's it now. Things come in 3's right? Well, I think little Isaiah's kidney problems count, so all up we should be done now. God, I hope so. Not too much else to report. Pretty boring life, really. We hate it here, so tend to stay inside on our days off... I did venture out on Thursday night for a birthday drink/dinner which Luba organized, and once again it cost $100. $54 for FOUR drinks. F-O-U-R drinks. That's not just insanity, it's bloody robbery. Blatant bloody robbery! And I fell for it! That's it for me... no more shee-shee-poo-poo get togethers. Who can afford it? Certainly not us. D wasn't impressed with me when I told him the damage... ouch. We stopped in Nelson on the way back to Shit-couver from BL last month and had a nice little visit with Clint, Rozzy & Cash. Always fun to see them... so down to earth and bloody hysterical. Cash is an absolute monster - HUGE. Adorable as hell, too. We're still as keen to get up there - it's gotta be ASAP after the wedding because I don't think either of us can handle this place or our jobs any longer than that without snapping. Main problem is finding work that will be steady enough to pay our bills and sustain us once we're there. Rentals are few and far between, and not cheap... but property is out of our reach for a while yet, so we're a bit caught for the time being. At any rate. We're holding on to the dream of Nelson, and it's what gets us through most days... Having said that, I just looked at the time and need to get my butt in action so I'm not late for work. Fun times. Hope everyone's well out there... just for kicks, here's a pic of my alter-ego Adele and her boyfriend, retired pornstar legend 'Rock Hard', taken at a halloween shindig. |