Happy Weekend!!

We don't get many rainy days here, but today we are having one, half mixed with snow. I had an adorable, cheerful, pink picture I had cut out of a magazine to scan in and post on just a day like today, but my scanner does not always like my firewall protection, and is being finicky. So, I took these out of an email I received, and, without further adieu, Happy Weekend to all!!!!!!

Hump Day (as in over the hump of midweek)

Coffee and the paper

That's my wednesday morning ritual.

Good rituals are good habits

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Wednesdays are the days that our local paper comes out.

Most often I go to town,

Pick up the paper, go to Timmie's (Tim Hortons, for you uncanadians)

Have a coffee & a bagel & the paper.

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This morning I didn't go to town,

But still had my ritual.

(I may need 2 cups this morning)

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I have almost an unreasonable anticipation for wednesdays

There is hardly ever anything in the paper that I didn't already know

Small towns being what they are

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I already knew about the state of the timber industry, the new drama lady who had come to town, the fact that we will likely have a harsh fire season because of the dry winter, the occurance of the banker's variety show this past weekend, that there had been a charge in the sinking of the "Queen of the North" in which 2 local residents were never found, that the grad fashion show is coming up, that the Taskeo mine project is controversial, that local teenager Taya is in the children's hospital with cancer, that Art had turned 90, and that our friend Bud had died peacfully.

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I did not know that an impaired driver drove into the ditch, that a home in Forest Grove had burnt down because of a chimney fire, that the Garlic Festival was being resurrected, that 2 local girls had been invitied to play in an elite Vancouver spring hocky league, that there had been a fire drill at the junior high, or that the South Cariboo Idol search is underway.

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I do know that this post will likely have bored you all to tears.

Sorry 'bout that.

That's life in a small town.

And I love it.

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(What I don't know is why when I tab to the next line, there is a space between the lines, does anyone else know??)

listen to me, go away, i hate you, dont leave me

how do i deal with them

those demons in the night

i toss and turn

they wont leave me alone

these demons in the night

they settle in my head

and whisper in my ear

do it do it do it do it

no one will know

my soul screams in return

at those demons in the night

my hair is twisted

my pillows are balled up

i'm tangled in the sheets

my cat takes off tired of my thrashing about

will they go away tonight

will i give in to them

or can i appease them for one more night

they know my weaknesses so well

those demons in the night

they know the inner me

the real me

the me that hides away from the world

the me that no one really believes is me

they know just where to find me

they know just what to do

they know more than i

because i know not what to do

why am i me

why cant i just be

why wont they let me be

they exhaust me

i want to give in

temporary measures are temporary bandaids

and just don't cut it

thoughts of my children

help me to fight them off

my children

if i didnt have them

i wouldnt be here

tonight i say to them

those demons in the night

go away let me sleep you dont need to feed on me

not tonight

let me put you off for one more night

i will not give in to you tonight

and tomorrow will be a new day

Launched

Trevor's Acting Debut

Some of you may remember a post I wrote in August

featuring my son & his first acting class,

& his ultimate goal of being a professional actor.

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One of the disadvantages of our small town way up north,

Is the lack of options for that kind of thing.

We are, after all, 5 hours north of "Hollywood North"

aka Vancouver.

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Yes, they have drama classes in school,

but because I wanted him to take a "learning strategies" class,

Trevor was not able to take drama this year.

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Anyways, this wonderful gal named Sheila moved to town

Her loves are teenagers and acting

And she opened a drama "business" (for lack of a better word)

And put on a spring break drama camp, every afternoon for 2 weeks.

The kids wrote a play, produced it, did "head shots" & practiced auditioning.

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Some did it for the fun of it, but for Trevor it was serious stuff.

He blossomed & bloomed in the compliments,

And his self-esteem rose up through the roof.

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He played a grumpy, mouthy, teenaged murder suspect,

which, I have to admit,

wasn't a great stretch of the imagination for him.

But he did it well, I was proud of him,

and best of all....

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He was proud of himself.

Mirror Mirror on the wall....Who's the prettiest of them all?

"My mommy's the prettiest girl in the world"

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"Well, my mommy's prettier than even a princess!"

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"My mommy's prettier than all the princesses in the whole wide world"

Remember those days?

The days when fathers were heroes and mothers were goddesses?

Doesn't seem like all that long ago.

And I know that reality sets in as toddlers turn into teenagers.

And we're not quite as high on that pedestal as we once were.

Still....

You're reasonably sure you're not,

the ugliest creature on our little blue planet,

Third from the sun

Then your teenager says to you....

"Mom, don't you wish you were as pretty as Demi Lovato?"

That's the nudge that knocks you right off of any precarious hold

you still had on the aforementioned pedestal!!

demi lovato

Please ignore my fiddling around...I am trying to figure out how the heck to make this picture bigger.

I have been trying to focus on the main thing lately...

rather...

the main things..(with an s)

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Problem being, I have too many main things.

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I have had to sort through my life

And look at my priorities

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Unfortunately,

Blogging has not been able to be one of them

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That doesn't mean I've gone for good

Nor that I don't think of you all, and wonder how you're all doing

'Cause I surely do.

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And it doesn't mean I've gone for good,

Hopefully when spring break is over, I'll have a bit more time

For my creative self,

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For now though,

my spirit flies on the wind of focus

(Is there such a thing?)

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