Rambling thoughts from my lunch break

Overheard at the rectory's table at lunch today. The Deacon and I like each other a lot BUT every time we have lunch together, we end up fighting over anything. We debate every time we eat together...anyway, back to our topic

Just so you know, we were discussing Dave Hilton and pedophile in general.

Me- You think I'm such a mean person because I can't stand pedophile but I'll ask SW to come and have lunch with us next Monday and you'll see that most people DO NOT defend them and see them as broken and hurting folks. Most people like me are sick of them making victims because of their freaking perversion. I'll ask SW to come, you'll see I'm not a Meany. We don't want to hurt them, we don't wish any harm upon them.

TD- Even Bush says he doesn't wish harm upon the Iraqi.

Me- Wait are you comparing me to Bush? :::::speechless::::

TD- Well, yes and no!

Me- Are you serious? Bush is killing thousands of people because of his freaking war. Bush is evil. You are seriously comparing me with Bush? WTF???

TD- I wanted to say that sometimes even if one doesn't wish harm upon anyone, their actions can do otherwise.

Me- That I agree, but jeez, there's nothing comparable to Bush in my dislike for pedophile.

I need blood pressure medicine, lunch with TD have always been giving me grey hair. I swear, sometimes I think he's doing it on purpose. Maybe angry women turn him on or something.

I'll ask SW to come and have lunch with us, maybe TFB could come too. We'd have fun. TYP, TD, TFB, SW and I. That would be great!!! Anyone wanting to join us?

Keep that moron locked AKA Dave Hilton is back in jail

Dave Hilton Jr is back in jail after breaking the condition of his early release at the halfway house where he has to reside. He was convicted by a jury of sexually assaulting his two daughters for a long period of time.

That fucking asshole didn't respect his conditions and disappeared for 3 days.

Former professional boxer Dave Hilton Jr. may be heading back to prison for failing to live up to a condition of his release that he reside at a halfway house.

A warrant for his arrest had been issued after he failed to return to the Hochelaga-Maisonneuve residence Friday. He is expected to be arraigned today where a judge will decide on his sentence.

He was out of prison after serving two-thirds of a seven-year sentence he received in 2001 for sexually assaulting his two daughters when they were minors. The final third of his sentence was to be served in the community, under supervision and with conditions similar to full parole.

I wish they had the gut to keep that moron behind bars for the rest of his sentence, that is January 2009.

From this article:

The National Parole Board expressed two concerns about Hilton's early release in a letter dated May 10, 2006 — that he always maintained his innocence and that he remained romantically involved with a woman in contact with two minor girls.

What the hell? I'm sorry, you know how I feel about pedophile and rapists. What more does the National Parole board need? That he abuses other girls? That he escapes again? Keep that fucking pervert in prison for the rest of his sentence. I said, for the rest of his sentence, not the rest of his life. I do not wish harm upon them, they just sickens me.

Don't send me nasty emails because as a christian, you think I should love him. Because there's nothing you can say that will change my feelings towards sexual offenders.

Help me please!!! Computer geek needed!!!

I've been reading a blog where the writter ( funny and witty) underline and overline her text. I want to do it too. :::pouts:::

How can I edit my freaking HTML? Honest to God, I can't find it. I've Google, tried to understand and I can't.

Help me, help save my sanity and get back to work. Help please! I just want to underline and overline my text.

Pretty please with a cherry on top? Wolverine? Apostle of computer geekness? Anyone up to rescuing a beautiful young woman?

What the hell?

I just tried calling my doctor, a bit of history here, I've been a patient of her for more than 12 years. She's like a big sister to me, there's a friendship in between us, she gave me her freaking cell phone number, but I try to call at one of the two clinics where she has an office instead of calling her cell when it's possible.

I gave a call to clinic X 2 seconds ago, TYP's parent need a family doctor, I'll ask her to take them if she can take two new patients. It's a real PITA to find a doctor here.

Doctor X's office, how may I help you?

I would like Doctor X to call me back when she's at the office.

Are you a patient?

Yes, I'm a patient here and at Clinic Y

If you aren't only a patient here, I can't take the message!

huh??? ::::dumbfounded::::

I can't take the message because she wouldn't call you back. I'm sorry, that's the rule.

I'm sure she would call me back BUT you know what I'll do? I'll call Clinic Y and leave a message there. Surely they'll take it.

I'm sorry, that's the way it works.

Fine, have a great day then.

phew!!!

My meeting with The Parish Priest (TPP) went well, took less than 10 minutes and we can go on with our four ideas/projects. ::::happy dance:::::

Gave a call to TFB in regards to our projects after meeting with TPP , I asked him if I could speak with SW and I told her how much I appreciate and like her. I think it's important to tell people we love what they mean to us. I'd send TFB an email last night and at the end, asked him to let SW know how much I appreciate her but he hadn't hadn't had a chance to check his emails so I told her myself. SW isn't using the net YET, I really wish she would because she would like it I'm sure and I would email her.

Ok, now, I'm getting my ass back to doing what I need to do this morning.

Monday mornings are difficult

Yup, they sure are. It's just that I hate Monday mornings. You are probably thinking to yourself Is there anything that doesn't make her bitch and moan? and the answer to this is Yes many things don't make me get my panties in a bunch. But because it's Monday morning, I feel free to be a whiny bitch.

This is my third cup of coffee since I arrived at The Office at 7h50 and still, it's not enough to get me going.

I'm meeting with The Parish Priest in few minutes, I've got tons of phone calls to return.

God, if you are listening, could you make sure crisis is stopped before it starts?

It's 19h00, guess who's already wearing her pajamas?

Yeah, you got that right, I am.

TFB and SW dropped me home around 14h00, I watched a bit of TV, surfed the net, cooked dinner, cleaned after myself, took a long shower and put my pajamas on. I need to straighten my hair with my super duper flat iron. Yeah, you heard that right. I've got to do that every time I wash my hair or I'll look like this. And honestly, I don't care for that look.

Brunch was fun, we talked, we laughed a lot. TYP left a little before 13h00 because he had a phone appointment. The three (TFB, SW and I) of us stayed at the table and talked until almost 14h00. They are great people, they are very open minded. It was great, I'd miss these great talks around good food.

I'm mentally getting ready for another week at work tomorrow morning. It'll be fun! (It better be, I'll make it fun) Oh, wed we are suppose to receive the finish product for The Parish. Can't wait to freaking see it!!!

SW was right, because I did what had to be done early this morning and used this morning energy to be productive, I was able to enjoy a relax afternoon! I'll try getting up early again. You were right and heaven knows I'm not a morning person.

A little test to psychoanalyze yourself

I'm usually against that type of test, but I came across this one on a message board. It was fairly accurate.

1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who is with you?
My friend TYP.


2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal?
A cat


3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
I speak to the cat with a sweeter voice so he's not afraid and I get to come closer and get him to know me and trust me.

4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing, and before you is your dream house. How big is it?
It's a little house, 1 story and a basement, 3 bedroom. (not that small eh?)

5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
Nope

6. You enter the house. You walk into the dining room and see the dining room table. What do you see on AND around it?
I see food on the table and my friends all sitting around the table.

7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?
A metal cup of coffee

8. What do you do with the cup?
I look at it

9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the end of a body of water what kind of water is it?
It's a small river

10. How will you cross the water?
I'll take the little bridge that is a little farther away.

My answers are bolded, here's the meaning.

1. The person who you are walking in the woods with is the most important to you.


2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems in your life.


3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems.


4. The size of your dream home is representative of the size of your ambition to solve your problems.

5. A lack of a fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not drop by unannounced.


6. If your answer did NOT include food, flowers, a drink, or people, then you are generally unhappy.


7. The durability of the material with the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship.


8. What you did with the cup is representative of your attitude.


9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.




10. The way you cross the water is representative to how easy or hard you expect your life to be

Did you do the test? Were your answers accurate to your reality?

On the Cedrika Provencher disappearance

Here's the latest article, Quebec's premier Jean Charest met with Cedrika's family and offered his support. Nothing new as of yet, the police are still investigating.

Have you seen Cedrika?





If you have any information regarding Cedrika's disappearance call: 1-800-659-4264

It's sunday, what are you gonna do?

What are your plans? What are you going to do or not do ?

I'm not going to mass, I wasn't in the mood to get up early and rush in church. I'll attend mass another day.

I'm doing laundry, vacuuming and having coffee and soon enough I'll get dressed to go out. MsDM's friend called me at 9h30 to chat a little bit and let me know she was doing better and that she was praying for me. How freaking sweet, this woman reminds me soo much of my beloved MsDM ! I'm currently listening to Yanni "The live concert event"

I hope you have a nice Sunday, tell me more about your plans.

Overheard at The Church today

I'm with visitors, the tour is ending, we are standing near a painting called "Christ of the year 2000", it was painted by a local artist. The piece is at least 10 foot by 6 foot, it's HUGE and ugly. I do not tell the visitors I think it's ugly at first. A nice man asks me about the painting; (M= Me - V= Visitor)

M= Local artist Mr X painted it and offered it to The Parish for the new millennium, it's either liked or hated here.


V= Wow Jesus looks scary, what the heck happened?

::: giggling :::

M= I guess we see him with the glasses we wear, with our own impression, life or past experiences. Some people think he looks lost or psychotic.


V= I guess we can say that we see him with the mental illness we suffer from.

Me actually laughing out loud, couldn't stop myself.

V= What's next, schizophrenic Mary?

:::barely could breathe because I'm laughing my ass off:::

M= I guess you are right sir, we could say that.

Home at last

It's 23h27, I'm home after a long day (rushed into a quick shower). I went to The Show tonight, it was fabulous if you don't count the many historical errors. I'm glad I went to see it, I'll go back to be an active part of the touristic attractions even if I don't think this is the best show ever. I'm not going to either link it or name it because it wouldn't be fair to said show. It is a fabulous show and I totally get why people from outside of the area just adore it. I work in the business, I freaking know my history and the little details.

Oh, Administrator Friend (AF) , husband of Cute Friend (CF) with 2 boys came to give me a hand at church this afternoon. On his way to go back home, he realises that his 2 tires of the driver side of his car had been slashed, his bumper broken and they used the knife to poke into the car. What the hell? He was absolutely furious, upset (he had every right to be), he couldn't believe it. I called the cops for him, he told me he needed someone to help and support maybe to call The Friendly Boss (TFB), I called SW, told her what had just happened and TFB rushed at church to help AF. He couldn't believe it, he was saying to The Mom, TFB and I:

You live a good life, help out people, do volunteer work for your church and teenagers who have nothing better to do, slash your tire and do this to you. Why me? what the hell? This happens, this sucks soo bad.

I had the great pleasure of having MsDM's Dear Niece (DN) visit the exposition this afternoon with her Mother-in-law (a sweet woman), her MIL's sister and a grand kid. I was very happy to see DN, they stayed for at least an hour, I toured with them with 2 tourist. They really liked it, we laughed a lot, went to church's basement, I showed them most of what I usually show visitors. Only because I can't spend an hour with each person. But DN is like family for me, her heritage is in the exposition. Her family is one of the major reason why our parish was flourishing in the past. I had emailed her earlier this week to give her the opening hours and told her I'd be honored to have her with her MIL, it was a very great time.

I'm off to relax, I've got to get a book ready for someone about self injury, one of those days, I'll blog about this.

Have a great night! I need sleep, TFB and SW are picking me up at 11h45 AM to brunch, The Young Priest will meet us there. What better to take place on a sunday than spending good time with great people?

serial posting AKA random crap from today!

Overheard at the end of a pretty long visit with 2 kind person from outside of the region.

Showing them with my arms the statue up the wall, they are 15 feet up high, said statue are 5 foot by 1 and a half foot. They are BIG as in you would have to be blind not to see them. As in, if you can't see the statue, there is no point of visiting the exposition. You won't see anything.

Now, if you can see the statue, you'll see that they have the name of local roads.

Visitor (the wife) starts to giggle and says to me: I can't see them, where are they?

Me laughing my ass off, actually hysterically laughing. I'm soo sorry, I mean now if you look at the statues. I know you can see them, I'm soo sorry, I'm kind of tired.

Nah, it's totally okay, you are doing a great job. She gently pokes my arm and says that she can't see the statues.

All three of us bursted in laughter again. I was laughing to the point of tears.

About rumors concerning Cedrika Provencher

Church maintenance person comes to me in early afternoon and tells me:

They've found Cedrika!!!

Oh My God, is she okay? ::::almost crying:::::

They have not yet actually got their hand on her?!

What the hell?

They are around the house where a couple kidnapped her, they'll take her home safely any minutes.

I'm soo happy, I can't believe it

She manages to leave. 5 minutes later tops SW comes in the church and I tell her:

Maintenance Person (MP) told me Cedrika was located, they are on their way.... blablabla. She's alive SW. Can you believe it?

Comes to a long talk about abused survivors, psychic detectives, the hopes that come with life. It was a nice conversation. But MP was wrong. I should have known, she just understands one thing and says another.

Cedrika is still missing. My heart aches for that little girl. Cedrika is still missing, Have you seen her?

Freaky Friday!

Oh the joy of being home at last. Work was great, day was longish but nice. Only 2 freaks visited.

Remember last night I went to The Chinese Place, there was a rude blonde woman cussing and yelling at the server " What the fucking hell, there's no egg roll sauce, what the fuck, Where's the food? Bring me food DAMN IT!" and that type of nonsense. woman seemed like a bitch, I looked at her face but DID not say anything. Fast forward this afternoon at The Church.

Me- Hello, my name is No Nonsense girl, welcome to our church yadiyadiya... Wait, I've seen you before, your face looks familiar

The Freak (TF)- It's not possible, I'm not from the area. I'm from Town 6 hours away from here. I'm in your region because of The X gathering.

ME- Either you have a twin or we've met before. :::smile:::

TF- I went to The mall in Big City yesterday

Me- Oh, you were at the Chinese place last night. I arrived there around 20h00.

TF- Yeah, it sucked didn't it? The place was awful. There was no sauce for my egg roll, Can you believe I had to wait 5 minutes for these assholes to come. It's expensive. How much do you usually pay?

Me- hmm, usually you pay more on Thursday-Friday-Saturday night because there's a lot of seafood, a lot more choices. It's always 16$ on these night.

TF- well in my city, IT IS CHEAPER, your place sucked

ME actually thinking "go back to your fucking town bitch" but actually said: M'am, I'm sorry you were not impressed with the food. How's your hotel? (I SHOULD NOT HAVE ASKED HER THAT)

TF- The place sucks, the beds are small, we are 30 mins away from The small and beautiful town because of me. The blinds in the bedroom didn't work well. The place sucks. I tricked them all by getting up at 6 this morning and demanded breakfast. They were not ready.

ME- (No shit bitch was what I was thinking of but just said): M'am, if you want to visit the church, go ahead, it's beautiful. If you have any questions, I'm available. Have a great afternoon

I was not going to spend 30 minutes telling her everything about The Parish, showing her the exposition because she sucked, she was a whiny, annoying visitor. We have them, they are the nasties, I'm sure they go everywhere. anyway, anything I would have done would have sucked in her eyes. I was not interested AT ALL.

SW was there with TFB, they were visiting the rummage sale and stopped by to chat. I said to her "This is the crazy egg roll sauce lady from last night. There's no way in hell I'm spending 30 mins with her, the nasties hate everything anyway. I had fun with SW, with talked about many things. I enjoy her presence and TFB is great also. He if was reading my blog I would say "TFB isn't too bad either" just to annoy him.

Nice chats, a great and exhausting day, but productive. I had loads of fun with the people that stayed with me part of the day to stay at the door while I was with the visitors in the back of the church.

Tomorrow is the last day of this marathon. I will work until 17h00, then have dinner with The Mother and a friend and I will go to The Big Show. Can't wait for freaking sunday!!!

Have you ever met the nasties? Do they come to your town, church, restaurant? What do you do?

On the Cédrika Provencher case

Some news media report progress in the Cedrika case and also in this article but nothing new that the population and the media are made aware of but the investigation is active to this minute. The article says the Provincial Police is making progress and that Cédrika's father was asked to keep a low profile. She's been missing for 16 days.

Have you seen Cédrika?

Cedrika Provencher is five feet tall and weighs 70 pounds. She is white, and has curly red hair and brown eyes.

Anyone with information about her disappearance is asked to call the SQ at 1-800-659-4264.

I had a chat with a patrol officer from the SQ this morning, let it be known that Cedrika is in everyone's thoughts and prayers. No one is indifferent to this sweet child. Come back home honey, may you be brought back home alive.

Thank God it's thursday!?

I was trying to come up with a fun and witty title for tonight's blog entry but could not find one. My brain is fried, I gave everything I had today, I poured my heart to the visitors, gave them 110% of me. I'm empty. I'm taking time to recharge my batteries for tomorrow because my energy level is negative.

As I'm blogging, I'm listening to music. I have a song from TAIZE that soothes me, that bring the peace from God inside of me.

Within our darkest night, you kindle the fire that never dies away, never dies away.
Within our darkest night, you kindle the fire that never dies away, never dies away.

Finding myself back after a 12 hours work day is really important. Focusing on the song, praying (because the song is by itself a prayer to God) grounds me and now, see 10 mins later, I'm feeling myself back. I'm breathing better. I'm grounded.

My day was long-exhausting but great. I had visitors even if the temperature turned pretty early to a freaking windy-cold thunderstormy day but people came nonetheless, I had a blast with some parishioners. The Ex City Politician came, he worked at The College back when I attended (which is a freaking long time ago for those who know , yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm getting old.

I had 2 great visitors, they made me laughed, hysterically because they were sweet. I gave everything I had to them, because each time there's a new visitor, I treat him(her) like he's (she's) special.

I treat him like I'd want to be treated, I gave said visitors 110% of my presence, I give my explanations like he was the most important person (because each of them matters, each of them deserves kindness and to KNOW our history), these 2 opened me a door in regards to my faith, they asked me if I was a practicing catholic. THEY opened the door and I jumped in.

I told them I was baptised in my early twenties. They asked what made me convert and I told them about the love and the light of God. I told them how it changed me. How even tho the church is NOT perfect, how it soothes my needs and keep me close to Jesus. That I love my parish, I love my job and I loved to meet with visitors like them. They said they knew, they felt it. They thanked me many times, we shook hands, they went to dinner before going to The Greatest Show (they spent 45 mins with me)

The others were sweet, Parishioners were sweet, I helped an Ex Fiance, he gives a lot of time to the church. We were together more than 5 years ago. A great guy, his actual fiance is a sweet girl.

Anyway, my day was long, I'm tired but I'm satisfied and shall I say thankful?

A friend picked me up at 19h30 and we went to The Bigger Town, I stopped to get a shirt at Reitmans, I didn't even try it on, I already had tried it on Monday when I went shopping. I just went and got it, because I wanted it. Friend and I went to the Chinese place. Food was great, server seemed tired, the service was ok but we had a newborn with us (friend had a baby couple weeks ago), so I gave an extra tip while thinking of FoodWhore and her stories, because the server made numerous trips to accommodate us (even if baby was quiet), I thought she deserved a good tip. I gave 25$ on a 19$ bill and cashier asked me if this was a mistake (she said it's a lot). Nope I said, she really deserved it. What the hell?

I had a blonde moment , I mean a real slow as hell moment and was thinking out loud and asked The Friend with newborn baby a question. If you knew me in real life, you'd know I can ask the weirdest questions.

My nipple is not like yours, it's not popped like this, the part where the baby sucks isn't like yours, it's not like a tit, but mine if I'm nursing will be like yours eh? Were your nipple normal before? ::::she looks at me and laughs and rolls her eyes::::

I mean mine nipple isn't erected, tell me, will my breasts become like yours one day? I mean newborn baby couldn't suck on mine, there's not popped tit. Do you understand what I mean?

She laughed and told me that this was soo blonde that she did not totally follow me BUT to relax, when the time would come for me to nurse, my breasts would know what to do.

Is this acceptable on a catholic church worker blog to discuss breasts, tits and nursing? Mary nursed baby Jesus, breastfeeding is totally natural. Friend nursed newborn baby on and off the whole time we were at The Chinese place, baby was latched on and off to be in auntie's arms.

I'm just kidding, this is totally an acceptable and fine topic. I hope I didn't lose you with my long story.

Have a great night!!! What are your plans for friday?

I'm running late...

Just a short post to say hello and I'll post later when I get home. I hope your day rocks! It's sunny here, seems like a beautiful day....

Enjoy yourself! I'll tell you the drama from my 12 hours day of work at the church, I'm sure I'll have plenty to tell. I need another coffee, badly, I need a good ass whooping, any volunteer?