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I feel Egyptian today. Life sphynx!

Flapper Station 2001
I like old stuff.

Flapper Station 2001
I love silent movies and the actors who made them.

Sunday, November 23, 2003
diary of a very angry housewife ¶ 7:11 PM
Chemist's Art Gallery
Science can be beautiful.
That's because of the heart of the Designer.

We had our 22nd anniversary at a lovely B&B on the Assiniboine river. The hosts should be listed among the ammenities, they were such a blessing.
We walked around and ate out like we did when we were , like before we were responsible (broke) parents.

It was a very nice change.

Meanwhile, back at work this past week, the flu has struck.
I find lots of clients, their families and even our middle son, have been affected.
I'm okay myself, although I have mucked out a few messes.
Thank God for the flu shot!

I had a union meeting this past week. It reminded me of a lot of other committees I've been on. I will do my best to be a good steward.

I made a donation at church, and then an auto insurance payment cheque for the Neon went through that wasn't supposed to, causing the donation to bounce. Yes, we are playing that close to the wire.
The amount was in excess of the usual by the tithe on the wages hubbie ought to be getting if he were regularly employed, as an experiment in prophetic giving.
Even though it bounced. it wasn't a total failure.
I re-gave the usual amount for my wages in cash, and in that week hubster received payment from three sources for side jobs he'd done.

What he gives is up to him.

My MIL and FIL took us out for dinner on Friday, only a week after our actual anniversary. It was difficult to get everyone out there, as it takes an hour, but we managed. We were seven people, and six dishes were ordered. MIL's choice, as she was paying. I was left without a choice, but that seems to be okay in the mennonite ure of female self-effacement.

diary of a very angry housewife

Chemist's Art Gallery
Science can be beautiful.
That's because of the heart of the Designer.

We had our 22nd anniversary at a lovely B&B on the Assiniboine river. The hosts should be listed among the ammenities, they were such a blessing.
We walked around and ate out like we did when we were , like before we were responsible (broke) parents.

It was a very nice change.

Meanwhile, back at work this past week, the flu has struck.
I find lots of clients, their families and even our middle son, have been affected.
I'm okay myself, although I have mucked out a few messes.
Thank God for the flu shot!

I had a union meeting this past week. It reminded me of a lot of other committees I've been on. I will do my best to be a good steward.

I made a donation at church, and then an auto insurance payment cheque for the Neon went through that wasn't supposed to, causing the donation to bounce. Yes, we are playing that close to the wire.
The amount was in excess of the usual by the tithe on the wages Ron ought to be getting if he were regularly employed, as an experiment in prophetic giving.
Even though it bounced. it wasn't a total failure.
I re-gave the usual amount for my wages in cash, and in that week Ron received payment from three sources for side jobs he'd done.

What he gives is up to him.

My MIL and FIL took us out for dinner on Friday, only a week after our actual anniversary. It was difficult to get everyone out there, as it takes an hour, but we managed. We were seven people, and six dishes were ordered. MIL's choice, as she was paying. I was left without a choice, but that seems to be okay in the mennonite ure of female self-effacement.

More later.

Winnipeg 411 - Shops & Services Directory - Accommodations - Bed & Breakfasts

Looking for a place to stay for our 22nd anniversary.
I like Bed and Breakfast places.

The Quotable Franklin: Drinks alone

My husband drank two big s alone this evening while I was out working. We used to share a glass of wine or a , but now he dosn't wait for me. Then he tried to say the devotional after dinner. It's kind of pathetic.

He also rented a movie called Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow. It's about a woman (a Gemini, for the purposes of the story) who magically splits into two selves, each of whom has an alternate yet parallel future , which fuses in a catastropic end. The key incident involves the live-in boyfriend, a novelist who is permanently writing a book he never intends to finish, and on her. In one self, she catches him in the act, leaves him and finds a new guy. In the other, she suspects, but isn't sure, so he mooches off her further while she works two miserable jobs to pay the rent, meanwhile continuing to cheat on her.
While wittily written, it strikes too close to the bone NOT to upset me.

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I am on the eve of a day off, with physio tommorrow for my sore, aching body.
Saw the Matrix, Revolutions last night with hubster and my second and third sons.
Shocking violence. Messiah themes. Stunning visuals.

I'm...speechless.


This is a rare occurence, and I hope you give it the required recognition.
Calender dates have been circled to mark similar incidents in the distant past.

The audience was loaded with big fat Canadians noisily munching on theatre chow.
Our obese youth of the nation.
It's hard not to remember Max Headroom and the other "human battery", exploding couch potatoes.
My guys are NOT fat, but I am matronly.
A car commecial played 12 times before the movie started, rap music meets Carmen, but we HAD to get there early to get good seats.
Our sons were soooo disappointed when we could not find four seats together.

Mom's Rap

This is what being a parent is for.
Give allowances, mop da floor.
Buy the tix, feed the face,
but stay
Yeah, stay,
outta their space.

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Friday afternoon off, Saturday off, Sunday off!
On Halloween, my youngest son went out trick or treating dresses as a bum, with a re-labled wine bottle that read "Vodka!". He and his friend filled their sacks. When I was a , we yelled "Halloween Apples!". In fact, we got quite a few really nice mackintosh apples. Moms often made pie and applesauce in the early days of November from the Halloween apples until someone started to spoil it by putting things like pins. poison and razor blades into the fruit. Now the "Treats" almost exclusively candy.

Our boy is the Sleepover king - he had a boy over on Oct. 31, and then stayed at another boy's place on Nov. 1. And, he says, "I pull all-nighters!" How lovely!!!
Yesterday I was in a beautiful lakeside town for a Ladies Day Away. I enjoyed a hike, some great food and pleasant fellowship. The room we met in had a fabulous view, and lifted our spirits with floods of natural sunlight. There was a fruitwood grand piano, and someone who really knew how to play it. It was great just to be one of the s, and I felt a level of acceptance that I've been longing for. I gave one of the women I know a ridethere and back. It was good to be with her and to talk like a regular person, about Christmas plans and such, and not have to be a "church lady". We thought we were a bit late, but we arrived "just in time".
My brother dropped in with his friend. She is not yet back to fiancee status, but it looks likely.
My mom went to the opera. We have opera here, usually two productions per year. All the performing arts are at risk these days because booze and butt (distillery and tobacco) monies are no longer allowed for arts sponsorship/patronage in Canada.
Because it's "sin money"!
It also heavily taxed!
What would our government do without it?
I spent some time with my oldest boy today. I bought him some needful things. Also, I had to talk to him about something that was on my mind. In church two weeks ago, a speaker related the story of a father who kept telling his son not to grow too big. It was all in jest, but the boy actually stopped growing. This shows the power of a parent's words in a child's life. Once the father realized he was inhibiting his son, he told him, "I release you to your full height,". The boy began to grow again. When my oldest son was rebellious to us, his teachers and other s in his life, I told him that if he did not learn to accept direction from teachers and parents, he would have a hard time with his bosses. He has matured more since then, and the time came for him to get a job. He couldn't get one!! When this came to mind, I release him in prayer, repenting of judging him, and inhibiting his potential.
This Friday, he got a job interview and was hired!
I had to tell him about it.

There is a lot that goes on in the invisible world that has visible effects.