Crazy women drivers?

I was walking into Wal-Mart this morning after work, when I overheard something rather disturbing.

What does it mean when a mother tells her 4-yr old son, "Well, we'll just tell Daddy that we ran over a Pepsi bottle, that's all." ???




My guess is that means you get the hell outta the way when she's driving down the road!

I'm going to miss Donovan...

General consensus is this: I'm a pretty nice person. And I have to agree. Sure, I've had my share of the occasional breaking of one of the Ten Commandments thing - who hasn't? But on Judgement Day, I'd like to think I've got a pretty good shot of making it passed Purgatory and heading straight on up the ladder to hang out with the heavenly choir of angels and such.

I'm sure going to miss not being with my husband for eternity.

I can admit when I've done wrong. I'll acknowledge my mistakes and seek forgiveness. And in most cases, shoplifting a bottle of nail polish from Zellers is pardonable.

But how can you excuse calling a Man of the Cloth a terrible name?

You see, just the other week, Dono and I went out for ice cream at the BDI (Bridge Drive-In) - Home of the Creamiest Shakes in Town, so they claim (I go for the hot fudge sundaes myself) - and standing before us at the order window, was none other than locally-acclaimed pastor of Winnipeg's Calvary Temple, Bruce Martin.

What happened next, although taking mere moments, seemed to go in slow motion.

"Hey, that's that Calvary Temple bastard!", exclaimed Donovan.

Pastor Martin turned slightly - was it sounds from the street that caught his attention? A few birds fighting over a crumb in the parking lot perhaps?

Perhaps.

Whatever Donovan needs to tell himself to get to sleep at night.

But I'm convinced (as I'm sure Dono is, subconsciously) that Pastor Martin turned slightly to getter a better peripheral glance of the man who just insulted the most popular bible-endorser this city has ever known. Did he want to get a look at the man whose soul he needed to save? Or maybe it was to look at a man who had just doomed his soul forever?

I quickly changed the subject and began talking loudly to distract the good Pastor - "So, those shakes - are they REALLY the creamiest shakes in town?"

After we had collected our icy treats, we retreated to the car, and it was here that I told Donovan of my observations...of how he spoke maybe just a little too loudly, and how the Pastor had more than likely heard the comment.

Donovan, my good husband, immediately felt the guilt, and tried to back pedal his way out of his newly-inherited demise. "I didn't mean it like that!", he insisted, repeatedly. Was it me he was trying to convince....or himself? He even went so far as to suggest going to the Calvary Temple and apologizing to the man in person.

But, no efforts have yet been made in that attempt.

I sure am going to miss my husband.

Currently playing: U2 - Until the End of the World

Pushing 28

Despite the fact that I was slightly awkward in high school , believe it or not, I still thought I was, for the most part, a pretty hip chick. I mean, I would go to every concert that came through town, I bought - and cranked my stereo to - the latest CDs, I even wore banana clips at the height of their popularity even though I knew at the time they were anything BUT cool.

I was "down" with what the kids were digging. I was "cool". And this wasn't a phase. Oh no - my coolness factor was something that was a part of me, something that would only get better with time.

But lately, I'm beginning to notice that maybe that was all just a happy little fantasy. Maybe I'm really NOT as cool as I thought I was! Or maybe......could it be.....I'm just getting old?!!

I feel I'm stuck in a time warp, and it's because I'm starting to discover now what my parents had been telling me all along - maybe that music IS too loud. Maybe the new fashion trends DON'T look as good as the kids think they do (do asses REALLY need to be hanging out of the back of a pair of way-too-big-jeans in order to be classified as "in vogue"?).

Maybe, if we all still lived in the early to mid-nineties, I'd fit in just fine.

No....no......let's face it, we're just getting old!

Below is a list of reasons why I know I'm getting old:

1. Driving my hubby's cool car on a warm day, with the t-tops off, I was happily cranking "Daydream Believer" through the streets of Winnipeg, only to be greeted with the grimacing faces of younger people in their cars around me.

2. I used to love Friends, but now I can't seem to get enough of The Golden Girls.

3. When I see a group of youngins at the bus stop, I can't help but wonder, "Where'd they get those sideways ball caps?!"

4. Seeing teenagers smoke really disgusts me.

5. I have no desire to upgrade my free Nokia cell phone - why do I need a phone that takes pictures? That's what cameras are for!

6. Bob Barker looks better now than ever before!

7. I would much rather go out and do some gardening than go shopping.

8. I do (for the most part) daily, household chores without being prompted, and I actually enjoy cleaning!

9. When I see the kids with their sideways ball caps, I just wanna yell at them to PULL UP YOUR GD PANTS!!!

10. Apparently, and I just found this one out, Peter Cetera is NOT cool. Who knew?!

I'm pushing 28 now, 30's just around the corner, and then, well, it's all downhill from there.

Well, as long as I keep on remembering to wear bras, I think perhaps growing older won't be as offensive to the world as I think it could!


Currently playing - Rod Stewart - Forever Young