07/30/1938 to 09/05/2019
â€‹ ê§Jeniê§‚ was sweet ~~ She always smiled for the people she'd meet â€‹
I AM Canadian
I'm terrible, horrible, no good, awful, mean, nasty, evil, vicious, despicable, rotten, hated, spiteful, overbearing, difficult, strong, capable.
I am too trusting, too loving, too honest, too forthright, too confiding, too caring, too affectionate, too candid, too REAL.
It all depends on whom you ask. You are entitled to an opinion as long as it is an INFORMED opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant If you haven't taken the time to get to know me, then, your opinion means absolutely NOTHING to me.
I love the feel of his arm draped over me as we sleep
I love the sound of the rain on the rooftop.
I love driving fast with the windows down and the radio blaring my favourite songs.
I love lazy days of doing nothing.
I love my kids and everything they have added to my life.
I love sports!!
I love getting in the car and driving, with no destination in mind. You just know you are there, once you get there!!
I love the feel of the sand between my toes.
I love having friends who I don't have to see every day ... But we can pick up right where we left off even if months or years pass.
I love roaming around thrift shops and garage sales. You never know what you may find!
I love french fries with gravy AND ketchup!!!
I love lobster and shrimp and mussels.
I love long slow kisses that don't have to lead to anything.
I love the sound of his voice when he says "i love you".
I hate people that drive slow in the fast lane.
I hate people that go straight in the turn lane.
I hate people who think they know EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING but in reality, know very little about ANYTHING.
I hate onions, green peppers and Brussel sprouts!!
I hate high maintenance friends!!
I hate people who judge me before they actually know me!
I hate people who lie and fake their way through life.
I hate when people feel the need to lie to me to "protect" me from the truth!
I hate being sick all the time.
I hate people who think they are better than me.
I hate people who don't "lead by example".
I hate snakes!
I am not "overly fond" of spiders!
I hate people who always have to be the centre of attention!
I hate still missing my grandparents, both of whom passed away when I was a teenager.
I hate knowing that those grandparents will never know my kids ~~ both of which are so much like them!!
I miss my girl βÑ“Ñ‘É‘É³É³Ñ‘ ~~ chat isn't the same without her. Hell, the world is not the same without her. Why why why ~~ do they always take the great ones first and leave the annoying, bottom feeders behind??? You were simply the most awesome friend. I would give anything for just another hour of your time. To just be able to say goodbye, for now. I will see you on the flip side ~~ we still have some memories to make.
Yep I am fricken whack a doodle crazy some days. And sometimes it only takes 2.5 seconds to go from "what an awesome day" to "get the fuck out of my way". And some days, pretending to be a fully functioning adult takes too much out of me. Sometimes, I feel like I am on a roller coaster ride from hell. The people who truly know me, see past all that and help me when they see me spinning out of control. They love me regardless of which part of my mood cycle I am in. If you can't accept that ~~ then keep moving. I have enough fake people and assholes in my life ~~ I don't have room for more. And if you are one of the morons that triggers my mood swing, God help you. I will be relentless in paying you back.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again...
The difference between you and I??
I will tell you what I think of you to your face instead of skulking around and saying shit behind your back.
I am upfront and honest. You wouldn't know how to tell the truth even if Steven Spielberg was directing you step by step.
So I am sorry that I am not perfect. But at least I am not fake. Why, when you can be whomever you want to be in chat, would you choose to be a phony, backstabbing, judgemental pathological liar?!?
Sometimes you meet someone in chat ~~ that totally changes the way you look at yourself. Kevin was that person. He taught me to love myself more ~~ and look at life in a completely different way. You helped me to become the person you saw in me. You will be missed my friend. Taken way too soon from us. I hope that you are up there looking down and smiling that awesome smile you had. See you on the other side my friend. You better be waiting for me at the gates!!! Love you always and forever.
I can be the best friend you have ever had ~~ or the worst enemy you could ever dream of having ~~ the choice is yours. But I stand by my choices and my opinions ~~ and I will never say anything about you to another that I would not say to your face.
I'm an ordinary girl with a very sarcastic sense of humour, a basic inability to bite my tongue and a heart the size of Canada. I'm not nearly as mean as people think I am, but I'll admit it is a convenience that prevents me from being spread too thin and having to deal with every dumbass in the world!
I am just me ... and honestly ... I wouldn't want to be anyone else. I may see things thru jaded, cynical eyes ~~ but I am capable of seeing more than most people who seem to think that their eyes are WIDE open. I see most people for what they REALLY are.
Stay paranoid and TRUST NO ONE!!!
Whatever happens ~~ LIFE GOES ON!!!
I love people who can make me laugh ~~ even when I don't want to smile.
The less you expect ~~ the lesser the disappointment when they prove you right.
You know the truth by the way it feels.
So I finally landed a job as a Wal-Mart greeter, which is a good find for many retirees. Unfortunately, I lasted less than a day.
About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance. Per my greeter training manual I said pleasantly, “Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart.” “Nice children you have there. Are they twins?”
The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, “Hell no, they ain’t twins. The oldest one is 9, and the other one is 7. Why the hell would you think they’re twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?”
So I replied, “I’m neither blind nor stupid, madam. I just couldn’t believe someone slept with you twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.”
My supervisor said I probably wasn’t cut out for this line of work.
If you are having a bad day, remember, you could be a conjoined twin stuck 2 a gay brother who has a date tonight and you are the only 1 with an ass..
MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS ...
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead, she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning, she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that each day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions.... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute, I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, "all my dresses have grown bigger". I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run upstairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.
An elderly Florida lady did her shopping and, upon returning to her car, found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle.
She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of her lungs, “I have …a gun, and I know how to use it! Get out of the car!”
The four men didn’t wait for a second threat. They got out and ran like mad.
The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to load her shopping bags into the back of the car and got into the driver’s seat. She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition.
She tried and tried, and then she realized why. It was for the same reason she had wondered why there was a football, a Frisbee and two 12-packs of beer in the front seat.
A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down.
She loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station to report her mistake. The sergeant to whom she told the story couldn’t stop laughing.
He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale men were reporting a carjacking by a mad, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun.
No charges were filed.
The moral of the story? If you’re going to have a senior moment… make it memorable!!!!!
The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires ~~ but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.
Goodness is about character - integrity, honesty, kindness, generosity, moral courage, and the like. More than anything else, it is about how we treat other people.
A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of willies are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”