“Imagine losing everything…..”

That is the header for a website at www.nixonfirerelief.com

You see, my cousins are the Nixons and they have just lost everything in a fire that destroyed their entire home and everything they own.

I have been thinking about what it must be like to lose everything.

It would be horribly sad, especially if you’re a child. As an adult, I consider most of my things to be “replaceable”. Even though I love a lot of things in my home, and it would be terrible if they were destroyed in a fire, my life wouldn’t be over if they were gone. Things like the t.v., the laptop, my clothes, my books, the furniture…these are the things that make up most of my possessions. If these things were lost in a fire, it would suck, but I would get over it.

There are however, several things that would make me quite sad if they were lost. Things like jewelry that has significance - like jewelry from my family, alive and passed on. Other things like photographs and albums would also be sorely missed. But then again, I post a lot of my pictures on-line so hopefully they’re relatively safe ;)

But I remember as a child, thinking about what it would be like to lose my things, and back then, it worried me so much that I was near tears. I loved my stuffed animals. All of them. They all seemed real to me with real feelings. And the thought of them being lost, or stolen, or in a fire made me really sad. I think too, when you’re a kid, your “things” just mean more to you for some reason.

So, my heart goes out to my cousins for the loss of their home and all of their worldly possessions, but mostly, my heart goes out to the 2 kids, because I’m sure they’re feeling the most upset, confused and heartbroken than the adults. I’m sure the adults are upset and worried in their own right wondering how they will rebuild their lives and provide for their children, but it’s the heart-hurt that the kids must feel which is the most painful.

How would your life be if you lost your home and everything in it to a fire? Would you be OK? What would you miss the most?

lazy

Edit: haha i was just re-reading this post, and I just realized how silly the second question is...when i first read it, i was like, "that's odd" but i answered it anyway. You can tell i scammed this off of one of my American blogger friends cause very few of us Canadiens own a gun, eh? (i was going to write "no offense", but I know Sarah wouldn't take offense to my comment especially since there's nothing to be offended by...i'm just going crazy worrying about being PC again...silly, silly Roz).

I'm being lazy again.

You, know, that summer lazyness that comes around when kids are done school and the beautiful weather is calling your name.

So, since i'm being lazy, my post will be a questionnaire that i scammed off of my blogger friend over at What's new with Sara-Lou-Boo.


Height? 5'4"

Do you own a gun? No

Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"? Ummm...no i don't think so although it was almost 9 years ago..

What do you think of hot dogs? Hot dogs = goodness

What's your favorite Christmas song? Rocking around the Christmas Tree

What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee. what else is there to drink in the morning?

Can you do push ups? I used to a year ago...i haven't tried since then

Is your bathroom clean? HA! ya right

What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My *new* engagement ring :D

Do you like painkillers? hmm...well i certainly don't like pain...

Look to your left. What do you see? My Nalgene, and some documents i'm working on

Do you have A.D.D.? most likely

Middle Name? Joan

Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment
a) I wonder who will read this?
b) The intercom just asked for someone from media to take a call...i'm thinking i need to get into that department soon
c) i probably should be doing work since i'm at work

Name the last 3 things you bought in the last day.
a) margaritas
b) gum
c) bert's bees lip balm

Name 3 drinks you regularly drink.
a) crystal light
b) Water
c) crystal light

Dream car? hmmm...i just want a nice new car

Favorite Concert? gosh...christina aguleria? she was really good

Current worry? paying my taxes...FAK!!

Favorite place to be? Batchawana

Least favorite place to be? Oshawa

Where would you like to go? Hawaii, Europe,

Do you own slippers? Yes'm

What shirt are you wearing? Actually i'm wearing a shirt dress from Club Monaco. it's black

Do you burn or tan? tan cause i don't go outside and over do it

Favorite color? turquoise

Would you be a pirate? No...i wouldn't want a wooden leg OR a parrot

Name something that happened to you in 1995. I graduated grade 8 and started highschool which was frikin scary

What songs do you sing in the shower? Same song i was singing in my sleep

What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Mr. Boogity...have you SEEN that movie??? very, very scary

What's in your pockets right now? a few friendly balls of lint

Last thing that made you laugh? The look on Mat's face when i told him one of my friends is preggers....OMG...very, very funny.

Best bed sheets as a child? hmm...the flannel ones

Worst injury you've ever had? ew gross i hate thinking about this but when i worked at the deli i sliced off the top of my thumb. yep. i sliced off a piece that was about the size of a pencil eraser. thankfully it grew back but just thinking about it makes me weak in the knees *shudder*

Do you need a haircut? No, but i HATE my highlights so i would like to get those done again

How many TVs do you have in your house? 2

Who is your loudest friend? Natalie?

Who is your most silent friend? Andrea? i don't think of my friends in categories as loudest and silent...

Does someone have a crush on you? who doesn't ??? ya right

Do you wish on shooting stars? na, lately i pray

What is your favorite book? Catcher in the Rye

What is your favorite candy? Oh man...talk about a hard question. How can i choose a favorite? jelly belly beans are pretty, pretty, pretty good, but so are cherry blasters and peach rings oh and salty licorice too!

What song do/did you want played at your wedding? i dont' want to say cause Mat will automatically veto it :(

What song do you want played at your funeral? ew that would be cheesy to have a "song" for my funeral

What were you doing 12 AM last night? pushing Oscar off my side of the bed.

What was the first thing you did when you woke up this morning? Grabbed Oscar to cuddle with him and picked Bonnie up off the floor and put her on the bed

What is your favorite season? Summer for the weather and Fall for the colours

What is your sesame street alter ego? My sister says Bert :(

Do you shower daily? nope

Have you ever eaten sushi? Yes and I LOVE it!!

Can you curl your tongue? Yes


Please feel free to ask me any other questions you like :)

C'mon people!

Do you see this???

It's called a flusher. You use it to make the toilet nice and clean for the next person.

Sometimes, you have to hoooold it a little bit to make sure everything goes down.

Use it so i don't vomit when i need to use the bathroom.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Thank you.

SORRY Michelle

i'm going to "reply" to someone's comment on a comment that i left on another person's blog. I would like to post a comment right back on the blog, but that's not fair to the blogger.

I know this person who left a comment probably won't see this, but like i said, i don't want to start an argument on someone else's blog.

So here's the situation: You can read the original post here, but basically she wrote about how she found a small child left alone and locked inside a minivan on a hot day and how she confronted the parent.

To which i commented:

"oooo….that sort of thing makes me SO. MAD.!. argh. I’m mad just sitting here reading about it.I would have had a LOT more to say to that woman. Like “are you f#*%&^! kidding me???!!”But that’s just me…the kind of person who gives people dirty looks (and occasionally says something) when they park in a handicap spot when they are CLEARLY not handicapped!"

Anyway, i like to check the comments often to see what other people think and i find THIS:

"I just want to make a quick comment to Roz. Not all handicaps are visible and you shouldn’t assume that they don’t need to park there. As long as they have a sticker - assume they have it for a reason. That’s all."

"That's all" ???

Michelle, you don't know me. I don't know you. I'M SORRY that i didn't spell out every. single. word. and every. single. possible. situation.


First of all Michelle, i know aaalllllll about people with handicaps that aren't visible, i don't need a lecture from you about how not all handicaps are visible. My grandmother-in-law is legally blind and doesn't have a white cane, but does have a handicap sticker for her car thankyouverymuch.

Second of all, i was trying to express myself, don't take things so literally...sheesh.

Third of all, OBVIOUSLY if i saw a handicap sticker in someone's window, i would assume that they have it for a reason, and i wouldn't give them a dirty look. I kinda thought that was "assumed".

Lastly, i would like to say, that even when people do have stickers, it's not always for them, but for someone in their family who is disabled (am i even allowed to use that term? Probably not...) who isn't with them, but they figure since they have the sticker, that they can still use the spot.

Believe me. It happens. Yes....it does. I've witnessed it.

And the worst thing about these people is that they should be the FIRST ones not to use a handicap spot if they don't need to.


Let me ask you dear readers...who among you are tired of being so PC in every situation? Who is tired of wondering what someone might think of you as a person because you used an "incorrect term"? Does every comment or conversation or observation have to be 100% politically correct?

Shit!

It's probably one of the worst things that can happen to you.


Especially if you’re at work (!)

Oh man, the signs were there….the floor was wet, there was some T.P on the floor, but I really. had. to. go.

So I ignored the signs, and I went.


Big mistake.




BAD mistake.


The toilet overflowed!



Apparently the toilet was still angry from being plugged up before, and it overflowed again when I flushed it.

I stood there starring at it in disbelief and shock.

What was I going to do?





*blink*






*blink*





I turned off the light and opened the door slightly to see if anyone was in the hall...


All clear.


I left, and closed the door quietly behind me.


That’s what I was going to do.

What's it worth to ya?

Can you really put a price on feeling great?

Yesterday I went to get my hair cut and highlighted. It was expensive (ok, very expensive), but i feel it was well worth the hard-earned money spent.

First of all, it's time taken for yourself. You are the only one who matters at that time. You make all of the decisions (how short, layered, fun, crazy, plain you want things).

Everyone is looking after you and waiting on you. People ask you what kind of magazines you might like to read, others ask if they can grab you a tea, coffee, water, juice or biscotti. My colourist even asked me if i had eaten lunch and if she could run out and get something for me (??) to which i turned to her with a quizical, yet flattered look on my face and told her no, thanks. I couldn't in good conscience send someone (other than Mat hehe) out to get me lunch while i sat reading a pile of magazines. Well, not now anyway, maybe when i'm rich and famous (or maybe the next time i'm at the salon now that i know they do that sort of thing).

Then, the best part happens. It feels....wonderful...better than wonderful...it's bliss. It's when all of the playing of your hair and touching of your head takes place. Guys, if you're reading this, you won't understand, but every woman knows that when someone plays with your hair, it feels GOOD. So, i spent 20 minutes looking at myself in the mirror while my artist of a hair stylist combs, cuts, tossles, and scrunches my hair. Wow, starting to feel pretty good at this point.

Then, i move over to the colourist's chair for another 45 minutes while she also brushes, combs and paints highlights onto my hair. At this point, i don't look so hot with all of the tightly wrapped foil packages sitting on my head, but i feel good, and i feel even better knowing i'm going to be even prettier than i was an hour ago.

THEN comes the BEST part. and i mean THE BEST PART. At the salon i frequent, they are all about "the experience". So, when it's time to rinse and wash your hair, they give you a scalp and neck massage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, folks - a scalp and neck massage. You EVEN get to pick out the essential oil you want them to use. I usually go for lavender because the smell is so great. On occasion i choose peppermint because it makes my head feel all *tingly*. Ahhhh......I digress...

So, the massage. This same colourist - who must be sent from heaven - has never washed my hair before, although she has highlighted my hair once before. She. Is. Amazing. She spent extra time washing my hair and scrubbing my head (i started to think maybe it was just really really dirty). It felt sooooooo good having her disolove all of my stress in the shampoo and water. She kept going and going, all the more hitting the "right" spots. My temples, the top of my head, my neck, back to my temples. Honestly, it lasted about 10 minutes. And that was just the shampoo. That wasn't even when they're supposed to give the scalp massage.

By this point, i'm almost alseep. There was no way i was opening my eyes anytime soon.

When she finished washing my hair, it was time to rinse my hair. She did it all over again, but slower. It felt good. She took her time to make sure she went over my temples many times, and she always used the perfect amount of pressure. She even ran her finger nails over my head, which, sounds gross but feels awesome.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. S o r e l a x e d.

I was very close to sleeping by now, and when I got up and moved over to the chair for my blow dry, my eyes looked all watery like i HAD been sleeping. i swear i didn't fall asleep...

So, another 15 minutes of someone other than myself brushing my hair, and rubbing product in it, and styling it. Man, I felt like a million bucks. No, better. I felt like ME on my best day. (And hey, i came out looking pretty good too).

Now, what is THAT feeling worth to you?