So Long.....

Just a quick little note to say Good-Bye....I can't seem to find time to do this any more....as you can tell it has been months since I last posted something.....so this is it....I may, some time in the future start this over again...but for now I am done....thanks for reading.

One Step Forward.....Two Steps Back

Talking about running around like a chicken with your head cut off.......

I just can't seem to get ahead. We are trying to sell our house. Now to be perfectly honest, I haven't been working overly hard on the whole "trying to get it ready thing". We have been uber busy with the boys and ball and just haven't found the time.

Now in the last month, i have been able to purge my kitchen somewhat, get rid of some furniture, and keep the house reasonable neat. Lowe and behold one of my sisters friends is now interested in seeing my house...tomorrow at 8pm.....yep, that's right. And I am no where near being ready for that. I have cleaned the basement and have left the children in charge of their rooms....but hubby is out playing ball and I am feeling over whelmed. The basement looks good....like a basement that a family uses, not a museum. But then I turn around and look in Zach's rum...and OMG...rechid....i have been asking him for about two weeks to clean his room...apparently he has the attention span of a pea..."oh hey lets clean my room" two seconds later "Ohhh what's that shinny thing" Really....is this the help I'm gonna get...'cuase if it is...there is no way I'm getting any of this shit done.

I figure I will leave the main level until I get home tomorrow night, so it is on to the up stairs....my room hasn't seen the light of day in about 6 years, that is where unused stuff goes to die...not to mention there is hockey border...when I am finished here I will try and tackle that mass...Carter just knows better and stays out of my way...but just when I think I've got something done, something bigger and badder needs to be done....talk about one step forward, two steps back!!

I hope and pray that they look at the house for what it can be, not what I use it. How I want to cry, just curl up in a little ball and cry like a baby. How did I let it get this far. Not that we are pack rats and there is no place to walk in the place, there is just soooo much stuff to do. At least I know I'm good at something...procrastinating....

I must run now and tackle the up stairs....wish me luck...

Boys Will Be Boys.....

Two boys, a camera, Daddy still sleeping........

Found: The Point

(must read blog from Monday May 18th first)


Ahhhhggg.

That's pretty much all I can muster....and I am never speechless.

Just when I thought I had been a little too rough on my Out-Laws in yesterdays post, a little birdie said "go and look at the dates of the email". As I usually do, I listened to the tiny voice in my head, and what did I discover? That my sons Grandparents sent him the email, the day after his birthday. Oh wait....it gets better....his Aunt posted a Birthday message on my Facebook for him (blah blah blah blah blah blah), exactly 13 minutes later we received a email money transfer from his other Aunt, with a note saying email card sent to hawthorne0373. NICE.....really f#$%ing NICE. To boot....it was two days late...completely forgot...not even a clue when it was, if it hadn't been for that Facebook post.


My point is all the above. And some people wounder WHY I am so hard on them. Just when I think I am being a total idiot....this happens. Really, is it just me blowing all of this out of proportion, or are they the freakin' idiots. Do I have Carter call and thank them? (for what, forgetting his Birthday?)




These last two posts pretty much sum it up. This shows and proves everything I have thought is true...it isn't all in my head after all.

I would prefer if they just wouldn't have bothered. I know now they only bothered because they forgot. When it was my nieces Birthday, the last week of April, I made a point to send the card 5 working days before hand and then sent an email confirming that she received it the day of, also wishing her a Happy Birthday. BECAUSE I didn't forget.... (did i tell you they were late with Zach's too)



When is this ever going to end...... at least I know my point has been found. (and made)

Lost (and not Found)

No matter how upset you are at your own child, how could you not acknowledge his birthday? It shouldn't matter how you feel or think. It's just the right thing to do.

April 5th came and past without a nod of any type or toward DW. So it really shouldn't have surprise me, after all, when Zach turned 13 a week earlier, he only received a card with some money from his Grandparents, an email money transfer form his Aunt, and a check two weeks after form his other one. Ohh, wait...Grampa did call(when he knew no one would be home) and left a voice message.

My baby turned 10 on Sunday, and I guess his Grandparents are still taking their anger at us out on the boys. Carter received an email and a shout out on Facebook. I know the cards will be coming this week but my God pick up the f#%^ing phone. Are you SO afraid you might have to make contact with us? We do have a thing called call display, we would have just told one of the boys to answer it. They wouldn't have to talk to me or DW.

At first I was angry and wanted to pick up the phone and yell at them, then it was disappointment, now as I write this I feel pity for them. Pity, that they would hold such grudges against children. They are suppose to be the adults. Their beef is with us, not the boys. As they continue to act this way, they are doing more damage to their relationship with their grandchildren than they will ever know.

Two weeks ago, we purchased Mother's Day cards for the all the Grandmothers and a Birthday Card of Great Grandma. The boys signed them and mailed them off. Then on Mothers Day, they asked to call my Mom, but not Dw's. That was there choice not mine. I did remind them on Tuesday that It was Great Grandma's Birthday and suggested that they call, which they did. They had a great chat with her, but we were the ones who initiated the call, yes it was her Birthday, butit wasw the first time since Christmas that they had talked to her.

If DW's parents REALLY want a relationship with our boys then they need to step up and call them, not send one line emails. How about spend some time with them? The boys would love to go spend some time with them. In their eyes, it should be us (Me & DW) who should be making contact for the boys. You are about to lose these boys for good.

Old Friends

I cannot begin to tell you how elated I am to have had a very old friend find me.....

Gayle and I met in North Bay about 1992 or '93. I can't ever remember how we met, but we became fast friends. Who, I might add spent a lot of time together. We also, may have gotten into some trouble together too! There are very few people I actively search for on Facebook, Gayle was one. In the end she found me.

We may have only been friends for a short time, but we shared soooo much. Good times, bad times, some really funny times. Our physical friendship ended when she moved back to America. We kept in contact for a while, but as life often does, life itself, got in the way. She was such a support for me. I actually cried when I got her message on Facebook tonight. I can hardly wait until we have time to catch up.
There is so much I want to tell her and ask her. I want to know how life for her has turned out. I do know she got married about 10 years ago.

It will be hard to get this smile off my face......

And who says "Nothing Good can come from Facebook."?

You Asked For It......

For some time now, I have been thinking about leaving my job in search of a new career. Like everything else I do in life, I've been procrastinating about it. But when I sit down to think about my job, my chosen profession, it isn't the actual work that I do that is the problem, it's a number of my co-workers that are the problem.

People don't seem to respect the job they do. By no means is it glamours, but do your job well, have some pride. I am not a model employee, but I arrive for work on time. I punch in properly, I park in our designated parking spots. I do what is asked of me. I don't take advantage of my co-workers and take extra long breaks, or leave them with majority of the work.

Sometimes it is just the simple tasks, like, turning on the hall lights, signing checklists....no, they all leave it for me, because "Wendy will do it". News flash people...Wendy is tired of doing it and as of right now, Wendy is going on a silent, but deadly strike. I will no longer do the tasks you so conveniently forget about. I will no longer keep my mouth shut to my Nurse manager, Director of Care and Executive Director that you have been late every day for the last 5 days, that you leave early, take extra time all the time for all your breaks, and so on.....I am done being the nice guy...you want a bitch to work with...you got one.

If people would just follow the rules, things would go much smoother. Things would get done, and most important Wendy would be happy.

Now, my coworkers are not solely to blame, but management for some time has turned a blind eye to all the shenanigans for some time and refuse to crack down. So no wonder why the natives are running wild...no one but me seems to notice.

I guess I've become a bit annal about my job in the last few years, things are done a certain way....not because Wendy says so (God, I only wish) but because that is what the Ministry of Health and Long Term Care says! People just don't seem to understand that. They think that our superiors just make this stuff up, but they don't realize that, they to, (our bosses) have rules to fallow too.

You know the saying...shit roles down hill...so when these people don't do the little tasks that they should be doing...like serving the dining room in proper order.....and they get caught we all get in trouble...because of this, I take these little tasks into my own hands, thus I know they will be done, and done correctly.

To any of my co-workers who my stumble upon this...please, please, please....Give a DAMN, and have some PRIDE too!