Hello babies! Has everyone been basking in the sun? Sadly, HRG has not been. Yesterday was particularly gorgeous. Or so each and every customer who came in to the store told us.
And that's when I shot them, Your Honor.
Today was ok, but it too was spent inside, doing that Sunday stuff that couples do on Sundays. The Stupidstore was full of the same kind of people. She, driving the cart of course, going down each and every aisle, wanting to actually look at and maybe even (gasp!) touch things. Him shuffling obediently behind, eyes glazed over, exchanging silent pleas for help with the other sad, helpless men. The silent message screams "get me out of here", but there is no one to save the day. Even Superman is trailing behind Lois. They're all doing the Supermarket Sunday Shuffle.
It's our revenge fellas. No matter how cute a boy you are, you still must dance the dance. Yes. Yes you must.
Last weekend was a long one for those of us north of the 49th. Yes, HRG did manage to conjure up just the right spell and took the entire three days off. They were busy, full of music and time together. We played what was undoubtedly the best jam set we've ever played. It was dead on and good. Just to keep The Rockstar on his toes, HRG did pull an oldie out of her hat (at the request of the drummer who shall from this day forward be known as HTD--Hottie The Drummer) TRS knew the song, but drew a blank, so the first verse was done solo, a capella if you will. He wasn't getting out of it that easily. The last words I heard him say were "oh, she is nasty". And we nailed the song. The bar went wild, we left the stage triumphant. Maybe that sounds silly, but validation, even after all these years, really does mean something.
HRG was on a roll. Her ego had just had an appetizer, now it prowled hungrily for the main course. Of course, there he was. All 6'5" of tousled haired, blue eyed, blue jeaned, guitar player. There may be one or two of you who know HRG has a bit of a soft spot for blue-eyed, blue jeaned guitar players. This one has light brown hair, naturally sun bleached. Oh, and no weight problem. But I digress.....
Where was I? Oh yeah. HTGP. I forgot to mention that TCB played a set with HTGP. Later it was pointed out that TCB said "that's my wife" when asked if he knew who I was. I am not his wife. Not yet. That he was a little bit jealous felt kind of good. It was too late anyway. HTGP took one look at HRG and it was all over. When we came off stage after our set, the look was plain as day. He thought HRG was all that AND a bag of chips.
TCB was determined to meet up with mutual friend and his friends at another bar, later the same nite. HTGP was most definitely pleased to know we'd be gracing our fans with a rare appearance. HRG tried everything to talk TCB out of going. Wait a minute. The sex card wasn't played. Dammit. HRG will know better next time. You see, there's always a next time.
You know babies, in another life, battling the demons that surfaced wouldn't have been an option. Hell no, they'd have been invited along for the ride. Yee haw boys, we're gonna have us a good old time! But now? Yes, the demons surfaced. A hard battle was fought. HRG emerged victorious. We went, a verbal line in the sand was drawn, one never to be crossed and a good time was had by all.
Would someone care to tell me when I became a grown up?
And does that mean I don't have to wear my footie jammies anymore?
HRG
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Finally....a long weekend
Good morning my babies! Is everyone ready for the beach? It's already hot here, with the promise of the best day we've had in almost a year. The original plan was the spend the day at Gordon Bay (HRG's most favorite place to relax and avoid tan lines). TCB is on call. No up island beach trips this weekend. No matter. I don't care what we do, just as long as we spend it outside in the sun. My very white body is screaming for some natural color. Now, to find someplace discreet so there are no offending tan lines.....
Never having been as lucky as The Furry One when it comes to winning radio contests, HRG has won not one but two over the past three weeks. From the same station. One was a gift card for the mall I work in. That was spent in my store. On some really cool bowls. The second? Oh babies, we saw The Stones last nite!!!!
Ok, so it wasn't them live, but it was close enough and it was amazing. Martin Scorcese has done a bio-pic called Shine The Light. See it. On a really really big screen.
Keith Richards still looks like a zombie who only comes to life when plugged into his guitar. Every line and scar on his face tell a different story. When put together it was a pretty cool read. It was hard not to laugh out loud when Jagger was doing his strut. Come on Mick, I get the energy, I do understand the whole aging in rock years thing, but really, those little girls strategically placed in the first row are about the same age as your daughter. Make that your granddaughter. Still, it was pretty cool, and not one of them has lost their chops. There were guest appearances, most notably by Buddy Guy and Jack White. All in all very well done. Definitely worth the price of admission. Ok, since our tickets were free, maybe that's not the best recommendation, but we'd have paid full price to see it anyway.
On our way in TCB commented that he really wasn't all that much of a fan. He was singing a different tune when we spilled out of the iMax into the still, warm nite.
Speaking of TCB, it's time to haul his ass outta bed and get a head start on our day. The sun and the sand beckon.
I only wish I had the first few chapters from a book written by a soon to be famous author to read.
I guess lazing in the sun in my 'nuffins will have to suffice.
HRG
Never having been as lucky as The Furry One when it comes to winning radio contests, HRG has won not one but two over the past three weeks. From the same station. One was a gift card for the mall I work in. That was spent in my store. On some really cool bowls. The second? Oh babies, we saw The Stones last nite!!!!
Ok, so it wasn't them live, but it was close enough and it was amazing. Martin Scorcese has done a bio-pic called Shine The Light. See it. On a really really big screen.
Keith Richards still looks like a zombie who only comes to life when plugged into his guitar. Every line and scar on his face tell a different story. When put together it was a pretty cool read. It was hard not to laugh out loud when Jagger was doing his strut. Come on Mick, I get the energy, I do understand the whole aging in rock years thing, but really, those little girls strategically placed in the first row are about the same age as your daughter. Make that your granddaughter. Still, it was pretty cool, and not one of them has lost their chops. There were guest appearances, most notably by Buddy Guy and Jack White. All in all very well done. Definitely worth the price of admission. Ok, since our tickets were free, maybe that's not the best recommendation, but we'd have paid full price to see it anyway.
On our way in TCB commented that he really wasn't all that much of a fan. He was singing a different tune when we spilled out of the iMax into the still, warm nite.
Speaking of TCB, it's time to haul his ass outta bed and get a head start on our day. The sun and the sand beckon.
I only wish I had the first few chapters from a book written by a soon to be famous author to read.
I guess lazing in the sun in my 'nuffins will have to suffice.
HRG
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sometimes She Cries (reprise)
Hello babies. Happy Mother's Day to those who are Moms. To those who aren't, here's hoping you did something, anything, to honor your Mum, even if it were just something to honor her memory.
Thank you to HB and Mystery Mama for being the only two to wish me a happy day. Not a word from J. Nothing from TCB. Not a card, or flowers or even a fucking acknowledgement of the day. Ah well, what's HRG to do? I'll wallow a bit, then move on. Tomorrow is another day.
I already feel sick to my stomach. When I went in to bring flowers to my staff, I learned the girl just hired won't be starting tomorrow after all. Seems she decided to take another job. Thing is, she really sold herself for this job and I'm disappointed. A little worried too, but it'll sort itself out. There's another resume on my desk, so send a little positive energy this way ok? Maybe it'll be enough to hire her.
If I stay focused on the positive, tomorrow will start nicely. Not a word about being worried about staff, not a moment when anyone would even entertain the thought that I was not in control of the situation. Even if I am falling without a net, it's alright just as long as no one sees it happening.
Presentation is everything. Right?
Right?
HRG
Thank you to HB and Mystery Mama for being the only two to wish me a happy day. Not a word from J. Nothing from TCB. Not a card, or flowers or even a fucking acknowledgement of the day. Ah well, what's HRG to do? I'll wallow a bit, then move on. Tomorrow is another day.
I already feel sick to my stomach. When I went in to bring flowers to my staff, I learned the girl just hired won't be starting tomorrow after all. Seems she decided to take another job. Thing is, she really sold herself for this job and I'm disappointed. A little worried too, but it'll sort itself out. There's another resume on my desk, so send a little positive energy this way ok? Maybe it'll be enough to hire her.
If I stay focused on the positive, tomorrow will start nicely. Not a word about being worried about staff, not a moment when anyone would even entertain the thought that I was not in control of the situation. Even if I am falling without a net, it's alright just as long as no one sees it happening.
Presentation is everything. Right?
Right?
HRG
Friday, May 09, 2008
The Thoughts In My Head
Hello babies! Yes, it is I, your ever humble HRG, returning to the land of the living. The trip to the dentist was actually enjoyable. Wow. Who actually looks forward to a double root canal???? I told you the pain was making me crazy. My dentist is a good guy, his hygienist is hilarious, and laying in the chair, listening to the two of them banter was like having my own personal comedy show. I left pain free for the first time in fourteen very long days, walked home in the sunshine, feeling pretty damn good.
Then the freezing came out.
Today I went to work.
Onto other things. There's more to Nina's story:
Stephanie Bird (remember that name) was sentenced to (gasp!) TWELVE whole years in jail for Nina's violent and senseless murder. Apparently the judge not only HAD to take into consideration her age, background and yes, aboriginal status, but she also believed a "heartfelt" apology written to Nina's family. It is a small victory that Stephanie Bird was named in open court, the publication ban on her name lifted forever. It's out there. It can never be denied or put away. I hope it haunts her the rest of her miserable life. It's not in my nature to wish such suffering and pain on people, but there's something about this whole case that has held my attention from the beginning. I can't explain it. Maybe it was the futile hope that if enough people paid attention, channeled energies, maybe, just maybe, there'd be justice for Nina. Twelve years is not justice.
Crown is appealing the sentence. I hope they win. I'll keep you posted.
HRG
Then the freezing came out.
Today I went to work.
Onto other things. There's more to Nina's story:
Stephanie Bird (remember that name) was sentenced to (gasp!) TWELVE whole years in jail for Nina's violent and senseless murder. Apparently the judge not only HAD to take into consideration her age, background and yes, aboriginal status, but she also believed a "heartfelt" apology written to Nina's family. It is a small victory that Stephanie Bird was named in open court, the publication ban on her name lifted forever. It's out there. It can never be denied or put away. I hope it haunts her the rest of her miserable life. It's not in my nature to wish such suffering and pain on people, but there's something about this whole case that has held my attention from the beginning. I can't explain it. Maybe it was the futile hope that if enough people paid attention, channeled energies, maybe, just maybe, there'd be justice for Nina. Twelve years is not justice.
Crown is appealing the sentence. I hope they win. I'll keep you posted.
HRG
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Her Name Was Nina
.........and she was 13 years old.
Three years ago she was lured away from a mall. Sadly, the truth is she wasn't lured away at all. She was chosen by a group of late teens/early twenties. They wanted to kill someone. Anyone. Didn't matter who. So they randomly chose her. They convinced her to go to a bush party with them.
Then they beat, repeatedly raped her in the most horrific of ways, mutilated and then killed her.
Her name was Nina. She was 13 years old.
All but one involved has been sentenced. It's this last one that has my blood boiling.
I hate it when the race card is played. Two sets of rules should absolutely NOT exist! And yet this girl's lawyer seems to have a deck full of them.
Yes. You read it right. Girl. She was 17 at the time, and now her lawyer is arguing that she doesn't deserve federal jail time. Oh sure, she was the one who did the talking to Nina. She was the one who convinced her to go to the "party". She was the one who struck the first blow to Nina's head. With a lead pipe. She held Nina down while she was repeatedly assaulted and tortured. She helped murder her. Then she helped hide the body. And then she helped cover up the crime.
According to her lawyer, here's why she doesn't deserve to go to jail for life:
"Colleen Connolly, argued that the woman's youth and her status as an aboriginal must be considered. The woman is 20 now, but was 17 at the time of the crime. Her aboriginal mother was a drunk. The woman was sexually abused as a young child. Connolly asked for a seven-to-11-year sentence, and that the woman be given as much as double credit for the three years she has already spent in custody."The imposition of a life sentence is rare," Connolly said."
WTF? Since when does someone's race come into play? If a caucasian kid had been involved in Nina's death, there would be screams of racism, it would be made into a hate crime. What fucking difference does the race of the murderer make? Special consideration for being First Nations? Give me a break. What this "young woman" participated in was of her own choice--she has shown no remorse for her actions. That was pointed out by several court appointed psychiatrists. The defence declined to call their own experts to the stand. What does that tell you?
Oh but wait, there's more:
"Connolly has asked the court to impose a permanent publication ban, so that the woman's name will never be known to the public.
If the young woman is named, Connolly said that would possibly upset her drug rehabilitation and haunt her wherever she goes. "She is always going to be (the one) who committed the golf course murder who took Nina Courtepatte's life."
Because lord forbid she actually be held RESPONSIBLE for her heinous crime. And it certainly wouldn't be fair to upset her, now would it? No no no no no. It wasn't her fault really. See? Here's the race card. Fifty two of them actually.
I don't give a rat's ass what color her skin is. That remorseless bitch should be locked up for life. None of this Karla Holmoka deal bullshit either. The race card should be burned, the door locked, the key thrown away. Do the crime, do the time.
For the record, Nina was First Nations. What "special considerations" were shown to her?
Her name was Nina. She was 13 years old.
HRG
Three years ago she was lured away from a mall. Sadly, the truth is she wasn't lured away at all. She was chosen by a group of late teens/early twenties. They wanted to kill someone. Anyone. Didn't matter who. So they randomly chose her. They convinced her to go to a bush party with them.
Then they beat, repeatedly raped her in the most horrific of ways, mutilated and then killed her.
Her name was Nina. She was 13 years old.
All but one involved has been sentenced. It's this last one that has my blood boiling.
I hate it when the race card is played. Two sets of rules should absolutely NOT exist! And yet this girl's lawyer seems to have a deck full of them.
Yes. You read it right. Girl. She was 17 at the time, and now her lawyer is arguing that she doesn't deserve federal jail time. Oh sure, she was the one who did the talking to Nina. She was the one who convinced her to go to the "party". She was the one who struck the first blow to Nina's head. With a lead pipe. She held Nina down while she was repeatedly assaulted and tortured. She helped murder her. Then she helped hide the body. And then she helped cover up the crime.
According to her lawyer, here's why she doesn't deserve to go to jail for life:
"Colleen Connolly, argued that the woman's youth and her status as an aboriginal must be considered. The woman is 20 now, but was 17 at the time of the crime. Her aboriginal mother was a drunk. The woman was sexually abused as a young child. Connolly asked for a seven-to-11-year sentence, and that the woman be given as much as double credit for the three years she has already spent in custody."The imposition of a life sentence is rare," Connolly said."
WTF? Since when does someone's race come into play? If a caucasian kid had been involved in Nina's death, there would be screams of racism, it would be made into a hate crime. What fucking difference does the race of the murderer make? Special consideration for being First Nations? Give me a break. What this "young woman" participated in was of her own choice--she has shown no remorse for her actions. That was pointed out by several court appointed psychiatrists. The defence declined to call their own experts to the stand. What does that tell you?
Oh but wait, there's more:
"Connolly has asked the court to impose a permanent publication ban, so that the woman's name will never be known to the public.
If the young woman is named, Connolly said that would possibly upset her drug rehabilitation and haunt her wherever she goes. "She is always going to be (the one) who committed the golf course murder who took Nina Courtepatte's life."
Because lord forbid she actually be held RESPONSIBLE for her heinous crime. And it certainly wouldn't be fair to upset her, now would it? No no no no no. It wasn't her fault really. See? Here's the race card. Fifty two of them actually.
I don't give a rat's ass what color her skin is. That remorseless bitch should be locked up for life. None of this Karla Holmoka deal bullshit either. The race card should be burned, the door locked, the key thrown away. Do the crime, do the time.
For the record, Nina was First Nations. What "special considerations" were shown to her?
Her name was Nina. She was 13 years old.
HRG
Grease Is The Word
Good Morning my babies! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, why I do believe it's actually a spring day here on Fantasy Island.
TCB and HRG spent last nite at the theatre and it was time well spent. We went to watch HB's youngest kidlet strut her stuff, and it was fabulous! Grease is quite an undertaking for a high school production, but the kids pulled it off and did a damn fine job of it. She was Jan, one of legendary Pink Ladies, and my niece or not, she was very very good. Her timing is so good, the deadpan looks were dead on, and the whole thing was fun. And know something else babies? GRG was one very proud papa and husband. I can only hope that in 26 years, TCB looks at me the way GRG looks at HB.
And yes Mystery Mama, I saw DTVCB. His furry sidekick was there too, but I didn't see her at all. I smiled a really genuine smile, waved and then we left. This was "Jan's" nite and no way was I going to let anything negative come into play. I was happy to see him, even though HRG has been considered dead to him ever since the whole Thanksgiving thing. That remains his issue, not mine, not Mystery Mama's or HB's. It still makes my heart sad to think that someone would throw away a perfectly good friendship over something as inane as who paid for an airline ticket. Still, I wish them both well and hope they both find the happiness they deserve.
And that's all I have to say about that.
HRG
TCB and HRG spent last nite at the theatre and it was time well spent. We went to watch HB's youngest kidlet strut her stuff, and it was fabulous! Grease is quite an undertaking for a high school production, but the kids pulled it off and did a damn fine job of it. She was Jan, one of legendary Pink Ladies, and my niece or not, she was very very good. Her timing is so good, the deadpan looks were dead on, and the whole thing was fun. And know something else babies? GRG was one very proud papa and husband. I can only hope that in 26 years, TCB looks at me the way GRG looks at HB.
And yes Mystery Mama, I saw DTVCB. His furry sidekick was there too, but I didn't see her at all. I smiled a really genuine smile, waved and then we left. This was "Jan's" nite and no way was I going to let anything negative come into play. I was happy to see him, even though HRG has been considered dead to him ever since the whole Thanksgiving thing. That remains his issue, not mine, not Mystery Mama's or HB's. It still makes my heart sad to think that someone would throw away a perfectly good friendship over something as inane as who paid for an airline ticket. Still, I wish them both well and hope they both find the happiness they deserve.
And that's all I have to say about that.
HRG
Saturday, May 03, 2008
The Deep End of The Pool
Hello my babies! Another rainy Saturday begins. It was wonderful to spend some time with Mystery Mama this morning, so she is officially forgiven for vibing me awake for a play date.
If only this dull, throbbing pain would stop, life would be pretty damn good these days. It sucks. I brush, floss, chew sugar free gum constantly and yet somehow still end up facing a double root canal. It's something I'm actually looking forward to. Anything to make the pain go away. Five sleeps and counting.
Because hot things really make it worse, HRG has abandoned her morning ritual of a Grande long, extra shot, no room Americano. Not one to want to feel responsible for a sudden drop in profit at her particular Buckstarz, HRG has discovered a new favorite. Non sweet iced green tea lemonade with a shot of sugar free melon flavor. Try it babies, it's refreshing and fabulous. (gawd, that sounded like a commercial for them.)
It did throw the staff for a bit of a loop at first. I have had the same drink every work morning for over three years. It's always ready by the time I get to the till. I know their names, details of their lives--really, if you're seeing the same people every single day, don't you think you should take some time to get to know them? Some want to come to our wedding. My favorite barista wants to be our flower girl. (so, STW, seems we're kindred spirits in that way. Except for the whole flower girl thing. Although you know, I haven't completely caught up with your whole blog, so who knows, you could be there by now)
The almost cold turkey approach to coffee and caffeine was a bit dicey at first, admittedly I might've been a little sensitive. Just a little.
I felt it, flew under the radar for a couple of days and got through it without alienating anyone. Work was great, not only did we meet monthly projections, we also made up the shortfall for the first quarter. Oh and we made a comfortable margin on top of that. It made me feel better.
That and bi-polar man who signs my paycheque is away for ten days.
A fitting reward.
There's more to say, and involves actually going into the deep end of the pool. It's not about cute boys or shoes or anything like that. I have it almost worked out in my head. (there's your teaser for tomorrow's post)
For now tho, TCB is still in bed and I do believe I shall join him.
HRG
If only this dull, throbbing pain would stop, life would be pretty damn good these days. It sucks. I brush, floss, chew sugar free gum constantly and yet somehow still end up facing a double root canal. It's something I'm actually looking forward to. Anything to make the pain go away. Five sleeps and counting.
Because hot things really make it worse, HRG has abandoned her morning ritual of a Grande long, extra shot, no room Americano. Not one to want to feel responsible for a sudden drop in profit at her particular Buckstarz, HRG has discovered a new favorite. Non sweet iced green tea lemonade with a shot of sugar free melon flavor. Try it babies, it's refreshing and fabulous. (gawd, that sounded like a commercial for them.)
It did throw the staff for a bit of a loop at first. I have had the same drink every work morning for over three years. It's always ready by the time I get to the till. I know their names, details of their lives--really, if you're seeing the same people every single day, don't you think you should take some time to get to know them? Some want to come to our wedding. My favorite barista wants to be our flower girl. (so, STW, seems we're kindred spirits in that way. Except for the whole flower girl thing. Although you know, I haven't completely caught up with your whole blog, so who knows, you could be there by now)
The almost cold turkey approach to coffee and caffeine was a bit dicey at first, admittedly I might've been a little sensitive. Just a little.
I felt it, flew under the radar for a couple of days and got through it without alienating anyone. Work was great, not only did we meet monthly projections, we also made up the shortfall for the first quarter. Oh and we made a comfortable margin on top of that. It made me feel better.
That and bi-polar man who signs my paycheque is away for ten days.
A fitting reward.
There's more to say, and involves actually going into the deep end of the pool. It's not about cute boys or shoes or anything like that. I have it almost worked out in my head. (there's your teaser for tomorrow's post)
For now tho, TCB is still in bed and I do believe I shall join him.
HRG
Friday, May 02, 2008
A Pop Quiz
How sad is it when you call your favorite take out place and they ask how you are because you didn't order last Friday?
This is my life.....this is my life...this is my life....my life.....
HRG
This is my life.....this is my life...this is my life....my life.....
HRG
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