This must be the “outcast club”. My brother-in-law, who is newly divorced and whose children don’t want anything to do with him, spent Christmas with us. He is a very handsome, tall, slim, 60 year old dentist with a full head of hair.
My husband, who was married for 28 years before divorcing, is another one whose children barely talk to him. His sons speak to him on special occasions like Christmas, his birthday, Father’s Day. That’s about it. His daughter hasn’t spoken to him in fifteen years, which is about as long as he and I have been together.
My son has his own family problems and is torn between spending time with his daughter from his former wife and spending time with his daughter from a more recent relationship. So, I don’t see him much either but we’re still very close.
I don’t talk to my half-sister and my mother has Alzheimer’s and is in a home.
Just your typical dysfunctional family. Read more…
I love the early morning hours. I see by my computer that it is 4:21AM at this time and I’ve been up for over an hour. Last night, with hubby watching football I decided I’d rather watch a movie in bed. That was around 6. Next thing I knew, it was 3 AM and I’m wide awake.
I love the early morning hours. It’s dark, peaceful, quiet and I feel like I’m the only person in the world. The dishwasher has been emptied and the coffee made. I’m actually having my 2nd cup right now.
Christmas is only a few days away. You’d never know it by the weather. It’s been so mild although I think I did see some snowflakes back a couple or three weeks ago. So far, that’s it. Global warming. It’s no myth.
I remember winters when I was young – and it wasn’t that long ago. Even up to a decade ago we had good snowfalls and real cold weather. That’s what I call winter. But I’m talking southern Ontario. Northern Ontario still has cold and snow. Hell, even Vancouver got blasted this year and that is really unusual for them. They rarely have snow. Mostly it just rains all winter long. So, this warming trend seems to be localized, which is odd. Well, maybe not so odd, after all the warm air currents are coming from south of us so maybe the currents are changing. Oh well, whatever. Can’t do anything about the weather. Last night (I call it night cause it’s dark already) around 5PM, I went for my evening walk and to look at all the lights in the neighbourhood, I had to take off my jacket and walk with only a tshirt. And it’s a week before Christmas and this is Canada, for God’s sake. Early morning musings.
Thought I’d upload some photos. Here goes.
Due to all the publicity and fanfare over Borat, well, I just had to see it. I couldn’t wait for the video. So, hubby and I played hooky and actually went to the theatre to see this movie. Now, understand, this is said to be the funniest movie of all time – side-splitting, pant-peeing funny.
I’ve never seen such trash in my life. It was nauseating and stupid, an insult to any and all. I’m embarrassed to have spent money and time to see it. But then, how was I to know? I sometimes rely on the critics. It was obvious that all that stuff was done for shock value. Well, I wasn’t shocked, I was bored. Bored and disgusted.
However, the movie committed the worst sin possible for a comedy. It wasn’t funny. I could put up with anything but that. My sides didn’t split and I didn’t pee. I had to cover my eyes from time to time, however. Like when he presented his hostess with a baggie of poop at the dinner table. It was all I could do to keep from throwing up.
If poop makes you roll in the aisles, go for it. Otherwise, save your money.