Saturday, December 31, 2005

Random thoughts for the end of 2005!

Things I know to be true:

- No matter what time of night or day.....Ricky Martin will make you dance.

- If you absolutely need to be will snow like a son of a whore. And if you buy a snow blower, you are absolutely guaranteed to have no snow worth blowing.

- Bread always lands butter side down...unless there is cheese on the other side.

- Once you hit 40, anything you say about the opposite sex will sound lecherous.

- Susan Lucci needs to stop wearing open neck dresses. (Gobble, Gobble) That ship has sailed Erica! (believe me, it is much worse in person)

- Some people just can not sing live. You know who you are, Faith Hill. Do us all a favor and lip sync for Christ's sake.

- If you want people to think that is your real hair, your beard cannot be drastically different from said hair.

- If there is a winning lottery ticket in the store...the guy in front or behind you will purchase it.

- Mustaches only work for Magnum PI and 70's porn stars. Let - it - go.

Things I have been overheard as saying:

- While admiring a particularly yummy piece of man ass (was that politically correct? No? Good, that is what I was going for.)"Ah, if only I were ten years younger... I would still be a pedophilia, but, my God, that kid is gorgeous."

- Someone suggested I 'go for it'. I replied, "Good grief! I just don't have the bone structure for that anymore."

- "How's that workin' out for ya?"

- "Look, I don't really care what your phone number is, you can make something up for all I care." I was in a mood, and hopefully not getting call coached.

- "Women love men in a different way, like you love the village idiot." Can't remember where I had heard that, but it is true.

- When I realized my son had downloaded an entire album by Wham. "You know, Mom will love you even if you are gay."

- "You know how they say that inside every fat woman is a thin one screaming to get out? I know this is true...because I ate her."

- "Did you just say, if he walks like a duck? ...Dude, if he walks like a duck, you can be reasonably sure he is mentally ill. Who the fuck walks like a duck?"

Random stupid things:

- A break-in at a local residence netted the thieves eight restricted hand guns, Police are concerned that " they may fall into the wrong hands..."
HELLO, they are already in the wrong hands, Moron!

- This is what my sister considers an appropriate Christmas tree. Yes, that is copper pipe.

- A woman was struck and killed while taking her daily walk. This is why I only walk to the car, exercise kills.

- A woman was found dead in a trunk at a local school. Police are not confirming if there was any foul play. WTF? How the hell do you think she got into the trunk?

- - Why do advertisers think I will believe their claims if all they have to back it up is a cartoon? "Hey, that cartoon clearly shows this product curing cancer. That is enough for me, by gum!"

- A murder suicide happened locally about a week ago. The police are still investigating. What the hell is there to investigate. Uh, the one with the gun is the killer.

That's all I have time for. Hope you have a great New Year. See you in 2006.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Proof of my possession.

Almost forgot to take pictures of what was inside all those many cans I gave out for Christmas this year.

The mice are always a big hit, along with the chocolate covered cherry balls and the shortbread cookies. However, the entity that once inhabited my body (namely one of Martha Stewarts producers) has left the building and I am back to microwave dinners.

But on my own, unpossessed, I do boil a mean piece of toast.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

And you thought you had problems.

I don't know where this little guy came from,

or where he thought he was going, but he has real problems. I found him sliding across my frozen driveway in search of? I know not what. He has no chance. As soon as a crow catches sight of him, he is a goner.

And how was your day?

And another thing...

This is what my thoughtful son purchased for me out of the goodness of his heart and apparently nine dollars and ninety seven dollars of his own money.

All I can say is, has he met me?

Can anyone tell me the age a man has to be before his mother stops gets crappy gifts like this? And if someone out there says, "as soon as he gets a girlfriend" then I say, "Please God, don't let him be gay.

Thank God for my sister, aren't these cute?

If it wasn't for her I would end up with nothing for xmas but those God awful pink footy slippers.

Christmas, a chance for all the crappy musicians to get some air time.

I am sitting watching a Christmas special. It is being broadcast on a local station. You know the kind of program I am talking about. If you sing or play an instrument, come on down we will put you on the air for the torture entertainment of the masses.

Now we do have quite a few really talented people in Pictou County. A couple (JD Fortune and George Canyon) are even pretty famous. But, of course, they will not be performing on this program. Instead we get the B performers, which are still pretty damn good. We also, however, get the C and D performers. Like I said, if they show up at the studio with a guitar, they are ushered on stage.

My favorite from this program so far is...gosh I can't remember his name. He will probably thank me for this, so as not to have his name attached to the song he had written. Here are just a few lines of the song:
I wish I had a river I could skate away on.
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly.
I wish I could say the tune was catchy, but I would be lying. I just wonder if this kid was on some sort of mood altering medication when he wrote this slop.

Then we have one of the reporters, Liz Rigney. Clearly a frustrated artist who could not make it as a singer, so is now making my ears bleed with her rendition of 'Oh Holy Night'. I wish I could describe the degree in which she is slaughtering this song. Picture SNL's Sweeney Sisters (Dunn and Hooks)without the harmony.

Oh, its John Gracie. Whoa, he's wearing some Ray Charles glasses. Groovy, but completely inappropriate. He's jazzing up 'The Christmas Song'. "Oh yeah, Chestnuts roasting baby!"

And Doris Mason. She is a pretty decent jazz artist so this should be good. Oh great, she is singing with her nieces. GROAN! A song the kids wrote. Time to hit mute.

Finally, some real entertainment. Son's of Maxwell, singing Cape Breton Christmas. A funny Christmas song, toe tapping music. They are always entertaining. Click the link and scroll a little to the song clip, you will see what I mean.

Well, I think I will go clean the blood out of my ears. Seems they will be broadcasting a similar horror show for New Year's Eve.

Can't wait.

Monday, December 26, 2005

Everyone needs a slogan, right?

If you scroll down to the bottom of this page you will see my slogan. Changes every 30 seconds and is supplied by

Very cool.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Merry Christmas!

Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I was greeted this afternoon by my landlord, baring gifts.

And I reciprocated in kind. Luckily I was under the delusion that I was baking for the army this year and ended up with 14 cans of cookies and candy.

You see, I usually bake for all of my family and all of the boys fathers family as well. Only I forgot that I don't do that anymore.

It's an age thing.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Break out the BBQ!

She's warmed up to a balmy zero degrees Celsius, bye! Last night it was minus ten!

That's 14 degrees Fahrenheit for those of you from the 3 remaining countries not on the metric system. (You know who you are and look what good company you are in.)

All would be fine if the people down stairs will stop trying to cook me. They control the heat and I swear they walk around naked all day with the windows open. That would be the only reason I can think of for them to have the heat blazing 24/7.

Now that I am thawed, I can go for coffee.


Just got some insider information about the underhanded practices of the WallyWorld employee.

Their policy - during a sale there is a moratorium on employee purchases of sale items until the sale is over. This is supposed to give the general public first dibbs on sale merchandise. If there are any left after the sale, the employee can purchase it at the sale price minus their employee discount.

Sounds about right, eh?

This is how the employees get around it. Say there is only one of those aforementioned 20" TV's on sale for $99. (remember that one, from the flyer?)The cashier really wants that TV, but he's got another 4 days before he can purchase that TV under the policy.

What does he do?

He tells any customer who asks that all he has left is display models!

I tell you what. If I had known this when I was in the store, Gordon would be picking his teeth up off the floor!

And how was your day?

Thursday, December 22, 2005

It's always sadder during the holidays.

Two days after Wayne Gretzky announced that he would take a leave of absence from his coaching duties with the Phoenix Coyotes to be with his ailing mother, she passes away.

It is always sadder when it happens over the holidays, but at least he had some time with her. She was surrounded by her family at the end, that is all a person can hope for.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I think I may have created a monster.

Adam has put his money where his mouth is. He is going full speed ahead on the creation of Fuck Off Day.

The merchandising profits alone would be phenomenal.

I am with ya, Buddy! Let me know when it's official, so I can book that day off work.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The ol' bait and switch.

They wonder why people get irate in the stores. I don't, I try and avoid the mall this time of year. There are enough other detatched stores in my area where a person doesn't get trampled.

Yesterday, after a 13 hour shift, Kimmy and I went to buy TV's for our boys. I was planning on getting one at the local Superstore (a grocery/department store)and so was she although she was after much bigger fish. In, out that was the plan.

Then I pick up the flyer for WallyWorld. 20" TV for $99. Can't beat that right? But what are the chances they actually have any left? I have to give it a hook.

New Plan, slip into WallyWorld (located in the mall) if they have the TV, great, if not we are out of there. It was a good plan, a brilliant plan but WallyWorld is an evil place.

We get into the electronics department and Kimmy spots a TV that she likes at a better price than Superstore. I also see one that is cheaper than the one I had planned to purchase. But I have to ask about the ones in the flyer first. We locate a WallyWorld employee, Gordon.

Gordon is a 40 something bald on the top man, who just won't let go of the long hair on the sides. You have seen them before. "Oh Man, those didn't even make it to the store! They were gone on layaway before we ever got them shelved."

Ok, plan B. "Fine, we will take that one and that one." I point to the two TV's that we have chosen that, incidentally, have huge sale signs on them and are currently playing the Garth Brooks Christmas Special.

"Ah, I might have one of the big ones, but the other ones we are out of."

I look at him like he has clearly lost his mind, "Ah, Gordon, they are not out of stock, I am staring at them right now."

"Those are display TV's."

"Ok, and it has served it's purpose, it has displayed, it has announced it's price, it has tugged at my heart strings, it has sold me. Now it is time for me to take it home. Wrap it up."

"I can't sell it, its a display item."
Gordon is starting to get on my last nerve.

"Then why the hell are you still displaying it? Why is there no sign on it saying 'sorry we are all out'? Why have we just stood here for 20 minutes considering a purchase that you have no intention of letting us go through with?"

"I just work here, we don't have any of those either, but they are still displayed."
He indicates a long shelf of stereos.

I yell to a guy who is perusing that same isle, "Don't bother, Buddy, they won't sell you any of them." He looks at me like I lost my mind and I am very close to losing my cool.

"So, you are telling me that in this entire massive store, there exists not one of these TV's?" He checks with his price gun thingy and it indicates that there are 6 of the big ones and zero of the ones I want.

"So, you have six, wrap one up."

"That just means that there are six in stock for WallyWorld. But we have none here. Those six could be in layaway."

"But you don't know that, somewhere in WallyWorld's universe this TV sits on a shelf, but what shelf?"

"Unless they are in storage upstairs, I don't know."
He has clearly missed that I have picked up on the fact that there are storage spaces that could be searched. Kimmy has not, she has started to move away from me.

"Ok, we'll wait here."

Gordon gives me a blank stare. He looks around the store that is filling up with people and has only two employees. The line for the cash register is starting to snake around the back of the store. But do I look like I care? NO! I do not give a shit.

"You said there might be one upstairs, off you go, we will wait here."

"It could take a while, I have to go to the other side of the mall and up to the storage and ..."
He trails off, thinking I will tell him not bother himself with it. Clearly he does not know me, I have been tricked into coming into this store and I am not leaving without that TV if it exists at all in this Wallyworld universe.

I slow it down for Gordon. "I said we will wait."

So off Gordon goes, he is not happy with his journey either, you can tell by the way he is mumbling. I amuse myself by telling anyone who picks up a piece of merchandise in this department not to fall in love with anything, they don't actually have any of this merchandise for sale. Its just for show.

Half an hour later, Gordon returns. WITH BOTH TV's!

"See, Gordon. This is why you get the big bucks." He does not see the humor in it as he tries to negotiate two huge TV boxes through a crowded store.

Kimmy is no longer embarrassed to be seen with me, she now looks around as if to say, 'Don't you wish your best friend was a bitch like mine? You would have your f'ing TV's right now!' Other shoppers are getting that look in their eye, they are planning on sending Gordon back into the darkness to search for the rare and illusive stereo's.

Kimmy gets on the horn with the delivery guy, he is on his way and Gordon is ringing up the TV's. I get an evil grin on my face, "You know what, Gordon? I changed my mind, I don't think I want a TV." He looks at me, face red, the veins in his neck are about to burst.

I can't take it, I burst out laughing, "I am just fuckin' with ya Gordon. You should see your face!" He is not amused but I don't care, the important thing is that I am. And now that people are informed, I can see a lot of trips into the attic in Gordon's future.

And another thing...

To be fair to WallyWorld, they are not the only place that does this Bait and Switch.
I have been in Superstore a lot this season and I have priced the GameCubes (that is what the boy wants) and I was planning on purchasing it from the SuperStore, they had a good price and a stack of (what I thought were) GameCubes six feet high.

I went in the other day to pick one up. "Ya, give me a black one." He looks behind the counter, there are two.

"One silver and one purple, is all I got."

"Ok, what about over there."
I point to the giant pyramid of GameCube boxes.

"Those are empty."

"What happened to the ones inside?"

"There was never any inside, that is a display."

"Are you kidding me? So you lure people in here thinking they can purchase one of these hundred GameCubes, then you tell them that you have none. So what? You can get them to buy one of the more expensive game consoles?"

He gives me a blank stare. I know this kid was not in on the evil plot and I also see that he has just realized there is one. He is white faced. "I do not want to be you after you sell that last one." Clearly he does not either.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Behind every great man.

Is the woman who will eventually get HALF!

Our fearless leader of the free world and his wife.

Oh...and Bono.

Channeling Martha Stewart.

Ok, well maybe not Martha as much as one of her producers. After all, I did do all the work myself.

This is the recipe for the fudge that I took to work last night. I am notorious for bad fudge, but I swear to you (and Anna can attest) that this actually turned out.

For the first time in 20 years, I made edible fudge.

Brown Sugar Fudge

In a bowl mix:

     2 c brown sugar
     2/3 c evaporated milk
     2/3 c butter

Microwave 9 min, stirring every three minutes

     Add 2 c icing sugar, mix until blended
     Add 1 c chopped pecans (optional)

Try it, you will not be sorry.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Houston, we have tree!

And in case you are wondering, this is a Christmas Tree!

Let the festivities begin.

And another thing...

I have to tell you how impressed you should be that I even have a tree today.



I decide that Tuesday, I will go out and get a tree. Get to the lot, only to discover that I cannot get the trunk of my car open. No matter what I do, it will not budge. So, I do what any self-respecting female with four brothers does. I call one. One with a truck.

He can't do it this day. So I tell him I will try again to get the trunk open and if I couldn't I would call him the next day. So, of course, I can't get the trunk open. Then of course it starts to snow. A lot of snow. Blowing and cold, ended up staying in on Wednesday, the brother was going nowhere.

My annual wing night with my friend, Tracey, is Thursday. We usually pig out on hot wings and watch cheesy Christmas movies. You can't get the full effect of a cheesy Christmas movie unless you are watching it a room decorated for Christmas, and that means tree.

That's it, I am woman, hear me roar. Out I go to conquer the car trunk. First I pull down the back seat and climb in from the inside. The boy is pulling the trunk release, while I decide what the hell is wrong with it. It is quite a site, me with my fat ass out the back seat. I frig with it for a while and the boy is shouting useless suggestions. Finally I snap, I pull the inside mechanism right off the trunk lock, cable and all, drive a screw driver into the trunk release and pop that sucker open.

I climb out of the trunk with a satisfied look for the boy.

"Great, now how you gonna close it again?"

"Don't bother me with minor details, Boy. I am going for a tree."

And off I go. When I get to the lot and pick out the tree. I realize that I can get one no higher than seven feet. I am not impressed, I usually get one that the Griswolds would be proud of, but my ceilings will not permit this year. The tree lot man is carrying it to the car and as he puts it into the trunk, SIDEWAYS, I realize I could have put the stupid thing in the back seat, saving my trunk mechanism.

But it was all for a good cause, and I admit I didn't think it through. When I got home I had to climb through the back seat again to tie the trunk shut. Hopefully I will not have to use the trunk again, till next year.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Oh, The Humanity!

How did he ever survive? Two hours in a Canadian airport. That poor, poor man!

I would just like to apologize on behalf of the Canadian people for the catastrophic events that happened to Mr. Fifty Cents at the hands of Canadian Airport workers.

I say we all chip in and pay for his therapy for the post traumatic stress syndrome that he will undoubtedly suffer as a result of this melodramatic theatrical emotionally scaring experience. After all the poor man was coming to this country out of the goodness of his heart, just to bring some joy to all our asshole well behaved teenagers. Do you think he was even paid for his performance? Oh I hope so!

The poor man was quoted as saying:
"I had a hard time coming to Canada," 50 Cent told the crowd, without actually alluding to the efforts of a Toronto Liberal MP to have him banned from performing north of the 49th parallel.

"They made me sit in the airport for two hours before I could come here, because somebody was shooting. They said it was my fault!"

OH SUCK IT UP, PRINCESS! You can console yourself aboard that boatload of money you make.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Breakfast of Champions.

If this is the only thing left in your pantry, I say go for it.

Felice Navidad!

UPDATE: In case you are wondering WTF? Those are Natchos.


The birthday of Jesus Christ has been celebrated on December 25th since AD 354. Who the fuck cares why they picked that date. That is just how long we have been doing it, so fuck off!

So what if 'the date has no origin in the bible'. That's how long we have been doing it, so fuck off! So what if we don't know the exact date, that's how long we've been doing it, so fuck off!

You can stick a fat guy in a red suit in there just to make ya'll less uncomfortable about the whole, 'birth of our savior' thing, but it's still Christmas, so fuck off!

If you want to hijack our holiday and exchange gifts and decorate your house, yard, whatever, give 'er. But if you think you are going to make me stop saying Merry Christmas, you can fuck off!

If you don't want to exchange gifts and decorate your house, yard, whatever, give 'er. But if you were to erect a tree in your living room around this time of year and string some lights on it and perhaps some baubles hanging from each branch, wrap some boxes in pretty paper and place them under it. Then I am sorry, my friend, it is a Christmas tree, so fuck off!

If you are listening to music that tells of a time long ago about a kid who was born in a barn, or music that talks about giving presents or rockin' around that tree that you have strung with lights, then you are listening to Christmas music. So fuck off!

If we (Nova Scotia) send you (Boston) a Christmas Tree, and you want to call it something else, fuck off, and send it back. We don't mind, we love Christmas. If you don't? Then pick another date on the calendar and call it Fuck Off day for all I care, but this, my friend is Christmas. Deal with it!

And for all the rest of you? Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah (Chanukah?) or whatever you call your holidays. I don't care and I wouldn't dream of asking you to stop.

To everyone else, who want to make me take the word Christmas out of Christmas...Did I mention Fuck Off?

Saturday, December 10, 2005


This is what I woke up to last night. I have to say this picture does not do it justice.

And these pictures from this afternoon are not as pretty.

Oh man, did I ever have a great time getting to work. First I had to Griswold'd my way out of the driveway. I made my way through the unplowed streets, fishtailing and laughing like a nut. After sliding past the Tim Hortons and the enterance to work, I decided a couple donuts in the parking lot were due.

I love snow!

Friday, December 9, 2005

I haven't had my coffee yet, don't make me kill you.

Up again at 5am this morning. Ever since I started this back-shift thing. I find I have been getting a lot of sleep. I mean, I work 13 hours for three days in a row with 4 days off. You would think I would be accomplishing a lot around the house. But I am not.

Take yesterday for instance, I was up at 5am, I was in bed by 5: 30pm. I had every intention of getting up for Survivor, but when the time came, I just turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. And when you are up at 5 you really can't start vacuuming or run the washer, so you are limited to what get's done.

You think this is the reason I am not in the Christmas spirit yet? Aside from the fact there is no snow, I can't seem to get myself to start the decorating process. I have exactly one gift purchased, no baking done, no decorations. What could it be? Is it the snow? Is it the sleeping too much or could it be something more sinister?

Like the fact that my Christmas deocorations must be rescued from this

bottomless pit. I think I might be on to something here.

And another thing...

The weatherman promises me 10 centimeters of snow tonight. Things are looking up.

Happy Holidays!

Thursday, December 8, 2005

Curious'er and curious'er.

Interesting news about the girl who died last weekend. As I said, I never had a chance to talk to her since she came back from Ireland. Well it seems she told a lot of people all about it.

Turns out she planned the trip, not as something she always wanted to do, like she told me. But to meet a guy she met on the internet.

Get this. She left the husband boyfriend father of her youngest children at home with the kids, flew across the ocean and her full intent was to cheat on him. Why she told people this is beyond me. And when you hear the rest of the story, you will comprehend just how mind blowing it is that she TOLD people all about it.

Apparently, after flying across the ocean to cheat on her husband boyfriend father of her youngest children, the internet guy stood her up. She spent the entire time living in a hospice trying to track him down. I haven't found anyone yet who has said she actually saw any sites when she was there.

Who the hell flies across the ocean and doesn't even take a look around? After internet asshole failed to show at the airport I would have said 'fuck it' and enjoyed my vacation. After all, she was there. Why the hell not? And I would be damned if I told anyone I was stood up by some guy I met on the internet. I would conveniently leave that humiliating part out.

It was sort of nice thinking that even though she died, at least she got to do somthing she always wanted. I wish now that I had not been told the difference.

Maybe its just me, but I don't get this whole 'meet someone on the internet' and fly half way around the world to meet them. I know it has worked out for some, but I just can't get my mind around it.

Hell I wouldn't go on a blind date across town. But that's just me.

Wednesday, December 7, 2005

What? Me complain?

We were discussing life at work the other night. How our lives turned out, and how we felt about the way it didn't as opposed to the way we thought it would in highschool. And I said, "If someone were living my life and complaining about it, I would be concerned. Does that make sense?"

Well does it? Not that my life is what anyone would consider perfect, except me. I mean I complain about things in my life, but that is more about me enjoying a good rant. If I really hated something that was going on in my life, I would get rid of it. The only thing I would like to change is my finances. But short of winning the lottery its not something I can change or waste my time worrying about.

I really think that if you are unhappy with your life you should just change it. It is that simple. There is really nothing on this planet that you can not change if you want to. Don't try and name one, I will have a simple answer for you if you do.

An outsider could look at my life and think it sucks. I have never really traveled, I never went to college, I am a single mother. I don't go to bars or party. Sounds kind of boring, but I like boring.

My perfect day would be spent alone, on the computer or watching tv. Laying on the couch in my bunny slippers. It would be a perfect day if the phone never rang. I am a simple person, and this life is not for everyone. But it is a life I chose, if I didn't like it, I would change it. That is what I meant, I am in the life I want to be in. Clear as mud, eh?

And another thing...

Here at the Undisclosed Customer Service Center™, people are always complaining about what a crappy job this is. I think it is a hoot. I mean the job itself is interesting and amusing. It's the politics within management that get to you, but I have learned to ignore most of it.

The social aspect of it is bizaar. You would never get to converse with this kind of widely diverse group if you just hit the bars. You look around at work and think that you would have never crossed paths with a lot of these people through just social gatherings.

You have 20 something Dungeons and Dragons types sitting next to 40 something bar hoppers. You got the goths sitting next to the geeks, and both are loving it because in this job the geeks are a font of information and the goths can handle a screamer like no other.

You have grandmothers sitting next to party girls. The party girls regaling you with stories of their exploits and the grandmothers shocking the party girls with stories of their biker days.

The only ones that no one wants to be around is the ones who take the job seriously, but even they are good for a laugh. After all we are not curing cancer here even if they make it seem like a matter of life and death. Those are the ones you watch closely, they are the ones who snap.

There really is never a dull moment. Even when it is so slow that someone falls asleep. The hidden frat boy in us all comes out and you end up piling candy wrappers all over the guy till his phone rings and he jumps up and sends half a bag of garbage flying all over the place.

The calls will make you pull your hair out or piss your pants laughing. But you are never at a loss for conversational material.

Tuesday, December 6, 2005

When your number is up...

We had a death at the Undisclosed Customer Service Center™™. Very sad, the girl was only 26 years old. She had three kids, who were in the car with her when it hit black ice, left the road and hit a pole. The kids walked away without injury, including 2 of her sister's children, but she was killed instantly.

When you hear these things the first thing you think, of course, is how sad for the kids. But then you have to wonder? What made this day and time her day and time?

I won't pretend we were friends, we weren't. I think it is insincere and disrespectful when a person is suddenly inundated with 'oh what a wonderful person she was' after they are dead. I am sure even Mother Theresa had people in her life that thought she was a jerk. Frankly I didn't even know this girl outside of work, but we spoke.

I remember a couple months ago, she was planning a trip to Ireland and Germany. The plans came right out of the blue, I think it was her uncle who offhandedly offered to pay for a trip for her. She didn't even know if she could get the vacation time, since she had just gotten rehired at the Undisclosed Customer Service Center™™, but it was one of those things, she said, that she just had to go for. She wasn't even going to tell her boyfriend till after she had tickets in hand, for fear he might try and talk her out of it. She didn't worry about what to do with the kids, they had fathers who could and frankly should step up. This was something she felt she may never get another chance to do. You think someone was trying to tell her something?

When she said Ireland, specifically Belfast, I looked at her funny. "Why would you want to go to Belfast? Not exactly a stable place to begin with." She said it was just something she always wanted to do and added 'before I die' in that sort of flippant way a person does. But I don't think she was back a week before this accident happened.

I didn't get a chance to hear about her trip, but others have said she had a blast. If I remember correctly she would spend some time in Ireland, take a small plane or possibly a train to Germany and back to Ireland then home. In all that time, including her stint in Belfast, I assume without incident, she really was doing something 'before she died'.

Makes you think. What do we hope to accomplish in this life before we die? And how many of us will never have time to do anything? Just last week there was a 14 year old kid that the boy knew killed in a car accident. What did he get to do before he died?

In these cases I really do hope there is reincarnation.

For the sake of children and young mothers.