Piano.

 The 16 YR old has always been gifted in piano. I knew she was first gifted as when the oldest was taking piano lessons she just started playing it on her own, without having taken lessons, so we enrolled her in lessons of her own and she quickly advanced, skipping YRS ahead and she is now in grade 10 piano(you can teach from grade 8). She also plays with a bunch of musicians (guitars and singers) at the Sunday evening Mass at church, but after the summer break when the others went back they “forgot” to let her know when it resumed again  and I don’t think it was an oversight. I have my suspicions that due to the fact that she keeps on getting,looking,and acting  weirder and weirder all the time(dresses in all black like Punk/Goth and wears spikes, chains, studs, dog collars, has spiky neon pink/ brilliant bright red hair,etc) that they don’t want her back. When my hubby mentioned about it they said they’d “lost” her phone number and weren’t able to let her know when they’d resumed. So then he’d just drop her off anyway even though she wasn’t invited, whether they wanted her there or not, and then when they’d changed times they failed to let her know as well, and when he’d asked them about that they’d claimed they’d sent her an e-mail but that her e-mail address was “returned as ‘undeliverable'” which it wasn’t; it’s a valid e-mail address and the one she uses all the time and still uses. I think it sounds fishy and just an excuse. I just think they don’t want her there anymore; that it’s not am image they want to portray but don’t want to say so.I said she  should take a hint  and  stop going.

My hubby doesn’t want to see, or accept it and thinks I’m “over-reacting”(that’s his excuse for everything) and my mother sniffed if they don’t want her there that “She shouldn’t even go to Mass at all then” and that”she has ‘better’ things to do than to go to church anyway” and “it’s better she goes as she is than not at all” and I told her,”No, she should dress appropriately” and she says they’re “mean” and I said,”They’re not ‘mean’; they’re just not comfortable with it and it’s not working out; it’s just not a good fit!” Now I could see once maybe they’d lose her number, but TWICE; about the e-mail,TOO? I don’t  really think so and she has to understand that the way she dresses and looks reflects how other people see her and that they will react accordingly and some will have an issue with it.She looks like a vampire and that’s not the image the church musicians want to portray.

As well, the homeschooling picnic was cancelled(and the kids were so excited); they got there and no one was there and of course no one even  bothered to tell us and this ALWAYS happens; people here are SO unreliable and irresponsible and always cancel everything,and we ran out of hot water again(it happens all the time,too) I REALLY hate it here; I hate this town and I hate this house and I have to get OUT of here and can’t WAIT until I can finally leave; people here SUCK!  Another baby mouse died as well(we now have 3 left but another one feels cold and is laying on it’s side so I expect it won’t be alive for much longer,either) and I expect them all to eventually die one by one but at least I can say I tried, and the van  needed new brakes(they “wore out”) and that cost 500$ and my hubby refuses to get the diningroom chairs re-upholstered as it’s just something important to me and anything I want doesn’t matter and isn’t important and isn’t worth the cost, effort, time,or bother(he even said,”If you want it done, pay for it yourself!”) even though the KIDS use the chairs every day to do their schoolwork and pretty soon they’ll be broken beyond repair and they’ll be sitting on the FLOOR, and  I hate it as well how something for HIM always comes first and it was such a hassle to get him to take the kids to get new shoes(their others were too small) and to get water jugs for the water cooler(they were all empty and we had no water)that we all use ; he complained he “has no time”, as it interfered with stuff HE wanted to do; his exercising, going to squash and playing cards.Him, what he wants, his redneck hobbies and interests, and his loser family  always come first, then the kids if he has any time left, and lastly me, always last on his list of priorities,a hated chore,a mere afterthought, like shit scraped off the bottom of your shoe.

Sam The Record Man.

 A few days ago Sam “(The Record Man”) Sniderman died in his sleep. He was 92 YRS old. At the height of his record empire he owned an impressive 140 stores, including the iconic downtown Toronto store seen here in all it’s glory and bright flashing lights  on Yonge Street that was sadly demolished a few YRS ago when the chain went bankrupt and now only one small location remains in Belleville. It was a hard industry to survive in modern-day times with records obsolete now, he then switched to cassette tapes and then on to CD’s but now pretty well everyone just downloads music so it became a dying art and the business died out. They said poor old Sam was heartbroken at the loss, and also a victim of the economy. I can still remember when I lived in Toronto, going to the store; he had the biggest and best selection,if you couldn’t find an album anywhere else you could usually find it there,and  the store was huge with a great selection of all genres of music; it had 2 floors and always had this funky musty smell, like an old cellar. The sales people had the most bizarre hair(like Mohawks and the like and back in the 80’s this was really freakish and not as common as today,and in fact, every weekend my friends and I would  walk down Yonge Street just to gawk at all the weirdos) and he always had these massive Boxing Day sales and back then it was illegal to have stores open then and he had to pay these huge fines but he made so much money(and the lines of people were blocks long) it was worth it and he still made a profit in spite of it. I remember Sam The Record Man and his iconic downtown store well. It brings back fond memories of the past and of buying records there; of a happy nostalgic time gone by. It brings a smile to my face. Sam The Record Man was a legend and he will be remembered and missed.Goodbye Sam.

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As well, one of the orphaned baby mice died, so now we have 4 survivors left. It’s painstaking feeding them with the eyedropper as well; each tiny delicate  little drop and each feeding takes 20 minutes and I feed them about every 3 HRS.I’m almost hesitant to wake up in the morning and check on them now too; afraid another one(or more) will be dead,esp. as the 9 YR old will be heartbroken. If they do survive though I think their eyes will be open soon as they are looking more developed and they’re starting to get some fur now as well,and once their eyes are open they can start eating regular food on their own, and we totally caught 12 mice in the traps in the cupboard ,and I know it sounds ironic to catch the bigger ones in the traps killing them and trying to save the babies but I just can’t bring myself to just  leave them and let them die.I am also disappointed to learn  hippos are very aggressive(esp to humans and attack unprovoked) and are one of the most dangerous animals in Africa(but I still like them though) and the 16 YR old’s going to be taking a driving course and it costs a whopping 800$ and I flipped! So expensive! At that cost she’ll be using her own money to pay for it!

The 13 YR old is also interested in filming, editing, producing,and broadcasting and we know someone who works at the cable broadcasting station and is taking her to a VIP backstage tour of the behind-the-scenes tour of the station, news van,and on-site reporting later today and she’s thrilled and the kids are going to a picnic with the homeschooling group as well , the 11 YR old has a birthday party she’s going to, and the 16 YR old has a piano recital; a typical busy day,and the 14 YR old has a stiff sore neck like I do as well(I get it with my headaches) and I wonder if HE might have Chiari as well…..?

10 Things.

 10 People I’d Like To Meet:

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1.Jesus

2.Buddha

3.Swami Prabhupada

4. St.Therese

5.Sir Isaac Newton

6. Albert Camus

7. DaVinci

8. Mark Twain

9. Ben Franklin

10. Einstein

 

10 Things I Wish I Didn’t Know”:

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1. How abortions are performed

2. The ingredients in bologna and sausages

3. The Beatles used drugs

4. That in the late 80’s the best part of my life would be over

5. Syrian gov’t forces use children as human shields and torture and kill  kids as young as age 6

6. Waiters spit in your drinks

7. Jell-O has bone marrow in it

8. My mother’s grandparents were inbred

9. Seeing one of my miscarried babies in the toilet bowl

10. My hubby read my diary

 

10 Things That Annoy Me:

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1. Animal rights freaks

2. Enviro Nazis

3. Waiting in line

4.Having my TV shows pre-empted for redneck sports

5. People that hang up and don’t leave a message on the answering machine

6.Bitches that pretend to be your friend to your face but talk behind your back

7. Whores

8. People that are late.

9. People that dawdle.

10. People that are last-minute and don’t plan ahead.

 

10 Things That Make Me Sad:

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1. When babies and kids die.

2.War.

3. Orphans

4. Refugees

5. The Holocaust

6. Child molestation

7. A person who has no one that loves them

8. An entire family being killed

9. A sad lonely neglected senior

10. An abandoned baby

 

10 Things That Make Me Happy:

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1. Sitting outside

2. The hot sun on my face

3. Chocolate

4. Babies

5.Puppies

6. Reading

7.Travelling

8. The sound of crickets

9. Happy memories

10. Pumpkin pie.

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As well, the 9 YR old begged and pleaded for me to bring in the 5 orphaned baby mice that I had placed outside under a bush in a dish  overnight(she has a good heart) and to my surprise they were still alive so I did.They now reside in a glass aquarium with a nest of fluffed up cotton balls and Kleenex and I feed them milk every few HRS with an eye dropper in hopes they’ll survive. They likely won’t, but once I warmed them  up and filled their little bellies they did come to “life”; they were cold and basically motionless and then they perked up and started wiggling,squirming, and moving around.Time will tell if and how long they’ll survive or not but at least we can say we tried. My hubby has decreed ,”NO more pets!” but the kids tell him,”They’re not pets; they’re orphans!” and Jesus commands us to take care of the widows and orphans so I guess there’s not much he can say about that….I would be surprised if they DO survive, but we’ll see…..

 

 

 

 

The Nest.

 Cleaning out the kitchen cupboards we got a big ‘ol surprise: 5 newborn baby mice tumbled out of the cereal box! There was a hole chewed thru the bottom, some kind of fluffy stuffing in there and 5 little grey baby mice, I estimate about to be  a week old as they didn’t have any hair yet and their eyes were still closed. There was no sign of a mother, so I think she might have been one of the 3 mice we caught in the traps in the kitchen cupboard(we got 1 brown one and 2 grey ones, one still alive and wiggling!) esp. as the other day when the 13 YR old went to get the cereal a mouse DID jump out of the box but not today and a mother wouldn’t leave her babies. I showed them to the kids who were fascinated(a science lesson in action!) and took photos and then I put them outside under a bush, despite the 9 YR old’s pleas,”Please, can we keep them as pets?” “Don’t kill them!” I didn’t kill  them, but I know the inevitable will happen; without  a mother they’ll starve to death anyway and will either freeze to death outside overnight or get eaten by a cat or a raccoon and I feel badly about it but what am I going to do? Just so ya know, those little brown things in the cereal box aren’t raisins, either….yeeeecccchhhh!!

We also got our new upright freezer delivered and just when I think the dumb-ass hicks in this shitty town can’t possibly get any dumber they somehow always manage to out-dumb themselves( I swear, this town should be called “Dumbville!”) now you’d THINK they’d back up the delivery truck into the driveway and just carry the freezer into the side door down into the basement, but, oh, no, instead they parked all the way in front of the house and carried it(yes, carried it; they never even used a dolly,either) all the way down the driveway,and then couldn’t figure out how to get it around the corner either and were about to give up and my hubby had to instruct them how to do it! The longer I live here the more I’m  completely convinced that people here are just plain DUMB!! I doubt most of them even graduate highschool,seriously! This town sucks so much as well that the grocery stores didn’t even have any bananas, grape juice, or potatoes! I mean what grocery store doesn’t have bananas, grape juice, or potatoes? What IS this, anyway, a Third World country? It’s not like these are exotic foods we’re talking about here’ they’re basic staples! Duh! The sooner I can get out of this godforsaken place, the better!!

Speaking of suckage, I heard on the news the Toronto school board is considering implementing an all-gay highschool, with all gay students, all-gay staff,and with an all gay-based curriculum,promoting sin once again, and they have an obscene pornographic sex ed website up(it’s so obscene that it had to be censored on the TV news!) for curriculum ideas for their teachers and as a guide for their students as well with deviant and perverted ideas such as fondling eachother in front of a mirror,  three-way sex,shoving vegetables up your arse and other disgusting revolting things so naturally there’s this huge outcry,backlash and protest and once again I’m soooo grateful we homeschool(it just keeps on getting worse and worse all the time!)  and it’s bad enough highschools offer birth control too but now they’re also going to be handing out the Morning After Pill as well, so students(without knowledge of their parents, of course) can kill their babies thru chemical abortion now,too.It also mentioned on the news how the PM now snubs the UN and refuses to attend ever since Canada’s bid to the Security Council was rejected(talk about being a suck) and the Canadian delegation rudely walked out when the Iranian president was giving his speech as well,and it took American inspectors across the border to notice that beef was contaminated with E-Coli and rejected it at the border(it passed inspection here; it never got noticed) and then they informed the authorities here and even then it STILL took a whole 2 WEEKS before they informed the public and recalled it here so we were eating infected food the entire time, unaware(makes me glad to be a vegetarian!). Canada SUCKS!

Our diningroom chairs are in need of desperate repair as well; part of the wood is cracking and breaking ,they wiggle,creak and are loose,and the fabric is wearing apart and the seat cushion part has holes.We’ve had them for 19 YRS and they’re used every day, not only do the kids sit there to do their school work, but they also use it to sit and draw, colour, and do their artwork and crafts and we eat there on holidays and Babushka bought the diningroom set for us(and she’s dead now) so it’s sentimental to me and I don’t want to just  throw the chairs out and replace them buying new ones; I want  them to match the cherry wood we have and to see if I can get them re-upholstered instead, so that way they can be fixed and perhaps I can even select an embroidered tapestry fabric that matches the new sofa. I’ve also been waiting 3 YEARS for my hubby to insulate my bedroom window and he never did (anything for me is always last on his list of priorities)and so it was a nice surprise(and it touched my heart!) to see my 14 YR old did it for me(and he did a really good job,too!) and I hate always being last in life and feeling like I’ll never catch up,and in the mid-to-late 80’s I thought at the time I was lonely and bored when in actual fact it was a happy time compared to now; I had Yuri(my black Chihuahua) and I didn’t have any stress, fear, worry,or trauma in my life, and little did I know that was as good as it gets and  it would soon end , the worst was soon to come , the best part of my life was ending and the worst was about to begin….