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Decorations Galore

So, it is about that time of year again, can you guess what time that is? If you said Christmas, you got that right. No secret there. I personally like to call it Yule or Yuletide (it’s a European thing).

So, I am currently hanging up some decorations in my home and dealing with beads. Not just any beads but 100 feet of beads. They are green and very pretty. I also have them in gold and red. I have had lights up and our mini 3 foot tree up for a few weeks now. Please, no judging, I have a 5 year old and where we live, Thanksgiving was back in October.


I hung up some garland from the ceiling last night, which I could totally still adjust, as it seems off to me. Plus Jody asked me to put some silver garland up in her room. Okay, back to the beads though. So all together, I have 300 feet of fucking beads. I have this one spot between my living room and kitchen where I usually hang the red ones but I decided to do something a little different this year. I first did the gold but after I decided to take it down and do the green instead and possibly the red. But man oh man, I forgot how time consuming this can be. Not enough that we pretty much had a blizzard yesterday and I still need to go out eventually here and do some shoveling, but these beads can literally go to hell.

I know, I know, you are all asking yourselves, “well why the fuck are you doing it then?” You want to know why? Because once I am done, it looks fucking sweet. Plus it is worth it in the end and it is always the discussion of the house when we have visitors. And if I ever need to vent and let off some steam, well shit, that’s why I have y’all to bitch about it to regardless of who reads this or not.

When do you start decorating for the holidays? Do you go all out like some of those extreme folk and spend thousands on lights and shit? How much time do you put in? Do you do it all in one day or divide it throughout a certain time? I am only asking out of curiosity.

But I should get back to it so, talk soon.





P.S. I present to you the famous beads.


Story of My Life: Part Two

Sunday, last day of the weekend, what a shame.  I ended up not writing yesterday because we ended up getting busy doing some yard work and all.  Back to the grind today.

We officially moved to Canada in 1992/93.  My mum and I moved in with her aunt and uncle up in the northwest of Alberta.  Being about 6 years old and seeing snow for the first time was absolutely fascinating.  I remember there was SO much snow that it was probably about 4-5 feet tall.  AMAZING!!!  I am not sure how long at this point that we had been living with them, but the government found out and gave my mum three choices, to take a citizenship test, marry a Canadian, or be deported back to Poland.  I personally think she chose the wrong choice and went with marrying a Canadian that her uncle had introduced her to that lived down the road from us and within a matter of a couples weeks or so they got married.

You could imagine as a kid, I was pissed.  Not enough there was tons of moving around, but then a divorce and not seeing my dad anymore and POOF!, then she gets remarried to someone she barely knows.  She says she did it for me, but she could have just as easily taken the test too.  But what do I know, right?  I was just a kid.  If it was me, I would have done things differently.  We eventually ended up moving in with him.

I think after all this, my life got twisted upside down.  I didn’t feel like I was part of anything anymore.  Before I go on, I should mention there will be some deep memories coming out.  Some pretty dark ones too.  Also, there might be some graphic (not too graphic) content also.

Before I go on, I should mention there will be some deep memories coming out.  Some pretty dark ones too.  Also, there might be some graphic (not too graphic) content also.

I grew up in an alcoholic and abusive environment.  My mum would physically and mentally abuse me.  This occurred mostly on a daily basis.  It got really bad at times.

**Memory – I remember once my aunt and uncle were gone somewhere and it was just me and her at the house.  She was off cleaning or doing something.  Does anyone recall a show called Rescue 911?  Good show.  I remember watching it as a kid and this one day I decided to call 911 just out of curiosity.  Now, don’t ask me why I would call 911 if there was no emergency but I just did.  I ended up telling the operator that I had made a mistake and everything was okay and hung up.  After a few minutes or so, my mum ended up coming in from outside and the phone had rung.  She answered and it was the operator calling back, asking her questions and making her well aware that I had ended up calling them.  I knew right away I was in major trouble.  She got off the phone and found me hiding.  Instead of being a loving angry parent, she became something that was not loving at all and demonic.  I remember her not only screaming at the top of her lungs but hitting me, and hitting me really hard.  Not on the butt for discipline but she would hit me so hard in the face, my head, and she would pinch so hard that it left bruises behind.  This seemed like it lasted an eternity, and she left me crying, bawling, on the floor.  That is the day I remember my nightmare of a childhood had begun.**

So we were living in this huge house but it needed a ton of work done in order to be completely finished.  The main floor needed a paint job, the ceilings, the upstairs was wall-less, etc….like this house would have been a beautiful home if more TLC was put into it to finish it.  The house had/has so much potential.  But it was a roof over our heads so I guess I couldn’t complain.  The driveway to this house was like a 1 km long or so, pain in the ass to walk to the bus in the winter when cold and the snow was drifting.  It was a nice property, a bit too far from town but still very lovely and quiet.  At this time of my life, I hate it, and everything else.

I have to cut off here as I have a bunch of stuff to get done before Jody’s friend’s birthday party but stay tuned.

Have a great Sunday!