shrieking violetta

this is the end (probably)...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 00:17:00 +0000

so i've found another blogging site to post to...
it's not much different, just different enough to capture my attention for awhile.
this blog will still be accessible through a link provided on my new account, and the posts can be read rss style through the rss link as well.
for all who care - it's
http://shriekingvioletta.tumblr.com/

thanks for keeping up with me!

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 19:21:00 +0000

i took my ring off today
and put it on the edge of the bathtub.
i was giving our son a bath
and i don't really like getting it wet...
it afforded me some thoughts -
what if i lost it?
would that lessen what we have/had?
would i cry?
what if it fell
back between
the tub and the hot water heater?
would you tear the bathroom apart to retrieve it
or would you just tell me to go out and buy a new one?
you never were much for
symbolism.
gestures, items,
intuitions
never held much fascination for you.
you call it
"logic"
i call it
"lacking".
regardless,
that ring is mine.
it will never be part of the collected
stuff
that falls under the category
"ours"
inevitably,
everything will become "yours" or "mine..."
things like the
television,
computer,
fridge and stove,
china hutch
and
couch set.
those can all be divided.
even the dog
would be put up to a vote.
this ring,
though,
wouldn't even warrant a discussion.

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 17:25:00 +0000

i don't want to spend a whole lot of time on here right now - joey's asleep in bed and i would love the opportunity to snuggle-up with him and catch up on dexter...
a quick update with hopefully a more in-depth explanation to follow -
1. we STILL haven't sold this stupid house.obviously, the secret is far too-complex of a theory for me to subscribe to.
2. i'm officially done my first semester of college. i did quite well for someone who screwed-around so much in high school. i saw one of my old teachers a few weeks ago, and she acted like she wasn't at all surprised i'd finally made it back to school. she certainly wasn't surprised at my choice of instruction either... i've also made some very good friends, which is nice - even though it re-enforces just how old i've become...
3. christmas is a mere 8 days away. for the third year in a row, i am done my shopping early (well, there's still a couple of things that need to be picked up, but in comparison to years prior, this is a HUGE improvement). this year should be fun as joey is dexterous enough to open his own presents. he's also old enough to enjoy presents, and he's mobile enough to reach the tree. "should" being the operative woird in all this...

so - i'm off to watch dexter and snuggle with my boy... i'll try to write something with substance soon - i promise!

dear corioliss... or "don't even pretend you offer a one-year warranty if you don't intend to honour it!"

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:37:00 +0000

Thank-you so much for oh-so appropriately (and predictably) waiting out my year-long warranty. I really appreciate your customer service - I'm sure the phrase "your request is being dealt with" means a lot to your company, and I'm sure you use it just as much.
As for my loyalty to your company, well, it's just about as valuable as your company's guarantee and word.
I see you've recently set up a booth in a mall in the city I attend school. i'll make sure to tell every girl I see at it (and every girl who will listen on my blog, facebook account, and every other facet I can use) that your "one-year unconditional warrenty" is about as useless as my melted straight iron.

Sincerely,
April Colby - once-but-no-longer-satisfied customer

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 01:29:00 +0000

i should probably be going to bed (or getting ready for bed), but the past few weeks have been crazy and i'm not exactly sure when i'll get another opportunity to write.
school's going well. i'm the third-oldest in my course, and i feel it daily. so many of the kids oin my class don't seem to care. maybe i care too much because i've been waiting for an opportunity like this for so long - who knows?
regardless, i don't really want to write about school. frankly, i dn't want to waste time when i could be sleeping. i need to write about something a bit more important...
one of mine and joe's friends died friday. his truck was hit by a sewage truck on the 13th (i think - i can't really remember and don't want to bother looking. wasn't important anyways) and the dillon on september 11th. he was in a coma until they took him off life support.
people die every day - people our age die every day. people we know die a bit less frequently, but it happens. i wasn't particularly close to kenny, though i liked him enough. he was a great guy - he made people smile, he laughed a lot and had a genuineness about him that so few have now. that alone should be enough reason for me to lament his untimely death. there's so much more to it, though...
kenny was a newlywed (well, as much as joe and i are), and a daddy. his daughter mya is a little older than joey - five months to be exact. joe had gone four-wheeling with kenny before. we hung with the same crowd. he was very close with joe's cousins - in fact, he was leaving gerry and erin's to go home when the accident occurred.
i think what really makes this accident so scary is how close to home it hit - that could have been joe. if the universe doesn't care that, on average, probably only five cars run that intersection daily, it probably doesn't care which 28 (or, in joe's case, 29)-year-old it takes from his baby girl either... candice and kenny could have just as easily been at joe's funeral while i tried to keep my composure (probably not half as good as candice did - she was a rock today, and i was too much of a baby to even go up to her) as my world fell down around me.
it's also impossibly unfair. just totally unfair.
so, to everyone who reads this (all, oh, four of you? and jackie too! ;) ), please, hold your babies a little tighter tonight. even if your significant other pisses you off, "forgets" to do the dishes, then expects sex, give them a hug and try not to be too mad at them. it's just not fucking worth it, and i've got to start realizing that...
r.i.p. kenny - you've made a bigger impact than you'll probably ever know...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 02:04:00 +0000

so, i got the call from the mtcu yesterday. my funding got approved, so that's a good thing. unfortunately, i probably won't see a dime until about three weeks after this coming wednesday. so, in other words, i'll still be poor for a couple of weeks, unless i get an emergency loan from the school (which i may just have to do). these past few weeks have been some of the most stressful ones i've ever lived through. i don't think i've ever had so many pimples at once - honestly - it's ridiculous!
so, i went back-to-school shoppng today. i was completely overwhelmed. i had no idea what things are supposed to cost anymore, and i wasn't exactly sure what i needed. hopefully, i can make it rhough the first couple of weeks with what i picked up... ni know there's still a bunch of things i'll need, but they'll have to wait. it certianly wasn't like when i was in high-school and mommy would give me her grand and toy credit card and tell me to "get what i needed"... that normally meant about thirty dollars in pens, maybe a hundred in binders, the newest and neatest whiteout, twelve different colours of highlighters, art pencils, white gum erasers, sketch pads, and always forgetting lined paper. well today, she would have been proud - i bought 200 sheets of lined paper, and it rang through at 33 cents. it pertty much made my day (which is a direct testament to how boring my life has become).
on a different note, the "for sale" sign went up today. very exciting. i can only hope this place sells - fast. i want that other house so much i'm dreaming that we're already living there. my biggest fear right now is not getting it and having to styay here. my whole positivity plan was actually based around the things i wanted not coming to fruition - kind of a way to get me to not put so much stock into things i can't control. unfortunately, i'm still the same old april. i know is we don't get that house, i'll be devastated. so, let's all hope everything works out! ;)

finally...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 18:40:00 +0000

the papers are signed, initialed dated and faxed - we should be getting our "for sale" sign very soon... the pictures have been sent to our agent, and the house should be posted on mls either this afternoon or tomorrow.
echoing tanna's statements, how do we make someone fall in love with our house? i doubt anyone will, but we still have to try. i never even liked this place, so it's really difficult for me to understand anyone wanting it. but, someone will - i just have to be positive.
photo group tonight... i don't even know where we're going to shoot. i don't really even have time - i have to get groceries, and there's still so much to do around here.
i still haven't got a call from the mtcu either. i was told they'll be notifying everyone by friday (which is tomorrow). i'm scheduled to start class tuesday. at least the wait wil be over soon...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 01:58:00 +0000

there's a cricket somewhere in my house... i can hear it right now, chirping away. its song reminds me of my parent's house - of the country. i miss it.
i wonder if it knows winter's coming and if it does, i wonder if it's scared...
regardless of their complete lack of responsibility (and lack of purpose - honestly, what do crickets do?), i doubt very much i would enjoy being one. only male crickets chirp, and it's usually to attract a mate. this cricket (that seems to be somewhere in the vicinity of my laundry room) is obviously alone. the chances of another cricket getting in here by hotrod are slim to none. this cricket will probably die alone, never knowing what true cricket love is really like. sad, isn't it?
without getting too introspective (i know, too late), i suppose an update on my current situation might be appreciated by my (oh, maybe two?) readers - i'm more stressed out than i have ever, ever been. for someone like me ("me" being the girl who always has something to worry about), this is a big deal. if i didn't like italics so much, i would forgo them for this whole entry - except when mentioning the big deal.
explanation - joe and i found a house. well, not just "a" house - "the" house. so, we're trying to sell ours. we have less than 40 days to do it. to say i'm concerned would be an understatement. also, i've been accepted to college for journalism - something i've always wanted to do, and something i always should have done. i applied through a program called "second career", which the mtcu (or some other acronym - i'm not 100% sure) funds. i'm supposed to start tuesday, and i haven't got word yet on whether or not i actually qualify. did i mention it's wednesday night? did i have to? does it matter?
i've never been very good at waiting, and now i'm being forced to wait for two things huge things that could change my life forever. it's not like i'm waiting in a drive-through line-up or for "gossip girl" to come back on - these are big deals. HUGE big deals...
so, i'm trying something new... "THE POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING". i think i'm giving up being a realist (ok - pessimist) for a bit. i'm going all "the secret" on this shit. even though the first time i watched the movie, i laughed more than i did at "borat" (and yes, i know! a lot of people just found "borat" offensive... well, i loved it! so there!), i think it might be time to try and exercise my karmic muscle a bit. stupid, crappy things have been happening to me lately, like stubbing my toe so hard i almost broke it, and ripping the ass out of my FAVOURITE jeans on my way to my orientation. frankly, the only thing i've ever done better than being a pessimist ( i mean, a realist) is rationalizing. if i can write a black-and-blue toenail off on bad energy and karma, i might even be able to prepare myself for some possibly devastating set-backs. and maybe, just maybe, if there's a grain of truth in any of this, i just may walk out of this a bit happier.
honestly, has oprah ever been wrong? i mean, "she's come undone" was freakin' phenomenal!

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:29:00 +0000

strange how this blog started out as a daily thing, and it's progressed (digressed?) into a monthly/semi-monthly thing...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 12:05:00 +0000

another rainy day... i should go back to bed, but i doubt i'd be able to sleep. i could just play my ds, though...
i think that's what i'll do...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 02:26:00 +0000

joe goes back to work on monday... all in all, i think i may miss him being home. i've been feeling distant lately, and last week seemed to bring us a bit closer again. i've heard of some people having babies together to "save" their relationships. those people are dumb. dumb, dumb, dumb. maybe it could work for someone else, but i doubt i would ever consider it for us. usually, one of us always seems to be in a bad mood, which in turn ruins the other's mood, which makes both of us undeniably bitchy. it's a no-win situation. i've read all the articles, i've watched all the shows, and they all say pretty much the same thing - we need to spend more time together - alone. what makes the situation even harder to deal with though, is that joe doesn't even want to acknowledge the issue. apparently, we're fine... funny thing is, though - i know we're not the only ones going through this - there are articles in almost every parenting/women's magazine i get, and it's addressed weekly, if not daily, on all the mom-type shows. you know - the ones aired between 10 and noon, monday to friday? the shows where every commercial is either diaper/diaper related, for baby food or for personal hygiene products - basically, the type of commercials you would never see during, say, nas-car or wrestling. i mean, why aren't there articles like that in maxim or, well, i don't know many other male-oriented magazines except for playboy and what-not. most are centered around one topic like cars, guns, and other expensive pursuits. maybe if dirt wheels had an article like my today's parent did, though, i wouldn't be in this situation... who knows... and you know, even that angers me! the fact men's magazines and media don't address issues like this and women's media is drowning in it incenses me! it's not fair! it just further emphasizes how much of a guy's guy joe is. he is the epitome of "male", so much so that he is a direct reflection of the magazines he reads. just like i resent him always leaving his socks beside the hamper, his magazines are always beside the rack - never in it, while mine are neatly stacked, almost to the point of being neurotic.
regardless, we had a nice week together as a family. i hope it continues... everything in our life is constantly changing, and will be even more so when i go back to school ( i hate saying "back" to school - i'm not really going "back"... i'm going to college for the first time - it's not like i'm trying it again...). i guess this is what being a grown-up is all about - growing up...
"and the understatement of the year awards goes to..." gosh, i don't even have a speech prepared... i feel like, well, a man! ;)

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 03:05:00 +0000

holy crap... i had no idea it's been this long. it's been well over a month since i've sat down here to write, and honestly, it's not like this is going to be some long, drawn out thing - i've got to wash my face, brush my teeth and get into bed before joey wakes up alone (he hates that!). on the plus side, though, the bedding was washed today; there's nothing like slipping between freshly-washed sheets...
so, the long and short of it (ok, just the short) is i'm going back to school - for journalism. strange, but very true. i'm extremely scared - i mean, i can't even write my blog consecuitively for more than a few weeks. hopefully this will force me to write again. scared, but still excited.
and after my two years of school, well, who knows? hopefully life will be changing for the better now that i have some sort of goal...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:39:00 +0000

i'm going to try something new - someone once told me to write when i can; to "time" myself. to put down what comes out when i have a limited amount of time, like while i'm waiting for the laundry. since it's twenty-to-seven, i've got twelve minutes while my fishsticks finish cooking.
i guess i'll start with the basics - i still love being a mom. i never really ever thought i would be so good at it, but i am. i enjoy it too (most of the time). he;s still not crawling and he still doesn't have any teeth, but i'm trying to let things happen on their own - they normally do, whether i worry or not. or maybe my worries are just being occupied with other things - now that i have cable, i've been watching the news... a lot... not a very good idea, but really, what else is on basic cable? not a whole lot...some new crazy flu ("swine" - yes - as in "pigs") is going around. it originated in mexico, and has now spread to the u.s.a., canada, and some european countries. and for some fucked-up reason, the w.h.o. and governing bodies are still allowing air travel to and from mexico! i mean, if it's as bad as they're making it out to be, halt all fucking air travel - i don't want my son to get sick! so, i'm thinking we may become hermits (well, more so than we already are, i mean).
i've only got a minute less - this exercise didn't work out as well as i thought it would. but, at least i wrote something... maybe as the weather gets nicer, things will get easier...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 20:03:00 +0000

i'm going to start making more of a conscious effort to get on here and write... honestly, i'm at the point where i don't even care if it's good... i know i just have to start again. maybe writing is like working out or dieting - it gets easier the longer i keep at it. unfortunately, i haven't started exercising or dieting, but i fully intend to... seriously, i do...
so, joey's sleeping after a long afternoon of shopping. i managed to pick up a couple of things for myself, but of course, bought him a lot more than i intended to. he's growing, if not grown, out of everything (which, i assume, is common). i remember when i first had him and i was opening gifts at my babyshower - everything looked so big... i couldn't ever imagine him fitting into 3/4 of the clothes people bought him. now, well, it's laughable.

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 19:11:00 +0000

in exactly one week, i will be turning 28-years-old. considering 28 is an age i never thought i would reach (due to my infatuation with people batting for the 27-team), it seems a bit odd to consider where i actually am in my life.
for starters, a bunch of friends (that's another thing - i had no idea i have so many friends. and i don't mean just "friends-who-just-want-to-use-your-birthday-as-an-excuse-to-get-drunk-friends"... i mean actual friends - people who want to hang out with me!) and myself are going out for supper. before joey, supper wouldn't have been an option - too much food would have sopped up the alcohol i was scheduled to consume. i am so anxious, though! mandy is watching joey, and don't get me wrong - i trust her with all i've got when it comes to him. it's just that he falls asleep with me every night, and i'm afraid he'll wind up crying himself to sleep or something else equally terrible. not that no child has ever done that, and not like i would have to turn myself into c.a.s. or anything - i just don't like the thought of him being unhappy - even for a second. although, in regards to that, i can now listen to him cry (well, not really cry - more or less whine loudly) for at least a whole minute without breaking into tears myself. huge improvement!
so anyways, i don't intend on getting drunk - at all. i can think back to my birthday last year when i was pregnant and remember saying how wasted i was going to get this year... funny how things turn out. i know i'm going to come home at a half-assed decent hour, and i know i'm going to be super excited to see the little guy. he's just starting to have separation anxiety (which is nicer than you may think - it slightly quells my fears of him being autistic... slightly) , whereas i've been having it for, oh, almost nine months (and for those of you who don't know, his nine month birthday is the 23rd... of this month...). so, i've had this sick, biley-taste in my mouth for about the past week. hopefully it's not heartburn - i had enough of that when i was pregnant.

in other news, joe has a brother. weird - very weird. i feel like i've been living in a soap opera for the past few weeks... he's a really nice guy, though, and his family (well, i guess our family too) is amazing! it's strange how well we fit together - it's like they've been around since the beginning...

i would write more, but joe, joey and hotrod are already in bed... it's nice i actually got a chance to write something though...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 18:44:00 +0000

it's hard to concentrate with a teething six-month-old rolling around on the floor. i wish it were easier, but nothing really works. and please, don't think i'm being insensitive or a bad mom - i'm just trying to find a little, tiny piece of me again.
is it possible to have an identity crisis at 27? actually, ignore that question - it's totally possible to have an identity crisis at any age, i guess. i'm just getting so close to the whole mid-life-crisis-phase-age i think i'm getting paranoid.
this weekend, i'm going shopping. i'm in desperate need of new clothes. i think i need to get in touch with me again. i feel so out of touch lately - so un-hip. so un-creative. so old... i wonder if this is actually the way i am now. i wonder if this is who i am... i look back at old pictures and old things i've written and wonder where that girl could've gone. she was too bright to just burn out - too big to dissapear.
if this is who i've become, then it's not an entirely bad thing. i mean, i'm a mom now. and frankly, i'm finding that i'm pretty good at it. i mean, my son seems to think so at least...
i hope this passes soon...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Mon, 02 Feb 2009 13:44:00 +0000

sometimes, i feel like i missed out on a lot of things in my life. i watched "vicky, christina, barcelona" yesterday (which, by the way, does not warrant any of the awards buzz it's received) and it really made me think why my life took the path it did. is everything really pre-determined? or are you, in fact, the maker of your own destiny? i would have gone to spain in a heartbeat when i was younger. my niece went there on exchange, and i applaud her for it. she saw a part of the world i probably never will, and for some reason, i think she's better for it. she wasn't scared (ok, maybe she was a little bit at first), and she jumped in head-first. me, on the other hand, was supposed to be impulsive and impetuous in my teenage years and early twenties. i,on the other hand, did nothing but languish in the same town i grew up in, moved in with the same boyfriend i dated in high school, and continued to do the same things i always did. back then, i probably thought i didn't have the resources i needed to make it that far. now unfortunately, i know i did. i could have made it to spain (or anywhere, for that matter) on a wish and a prayer - i was young, pretty, and vivacious. the world was my oyster-tapas...
now, as i look back, i do so with a smidgen of regret. what would i have seen? where would i be now? who would i be now? only with a smidgen, though. my son (who has probably inadvertently contributed to some of this wanderlust) makes me want to dig deep roots and nestle into the dirt like we snuggle into our bed at night. there are thing i know i'll never get to experience again - but there are thing everybody's missed out on. life only gives you so many windows to climb in (or in my case, fences to jump as i did much more of that in my formidable years). once those windows are closed, that's it - you can't go back.
i know this all seems kind of depressing, and to be frank, well, it is. but i'm learning there are so many other things to make me smile; i can't always dwell on the ones that make me sad.
everyday, joey learns something new. everyday, he experiences something for the first time. it's wonderful and beautiful and scary, all at the same time. it's hard for me to believe in a few years, he won;t want to snuggle or be held anymore. and a few years after that, he may actually go to spain... i certainly won't stop him. i hope i don't try to live vicariously through him; i'm sure though, if he's anything like his mother, he'll have his very own set of dreams, ideals and plans. and i'm sure many of those will fall through and be crushed as well. that saddens me immensely, but i'm beginning to think that life isn't always about the triumphs and successes - it's more about the heartaches and letdowns. those are the things that have shaped who i am, and those strengths are the ones i hope to pass on to my son more than any others i possess... impulsiveness and impetuosity are probably inherited, but real fortitude is something that has to be learned.
luckily, i have my son to teach me...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:28:00 +0000

another year... i can't believe i've been writing this blog (however unfaithfully) for almost three years now... it seems like yesterday (however cliched-sounding) i was in tanna's living room on forest writing my first entry. joe and i weren't even married then! we didn't have any idea what was in the works for us...
i guess i'll start off saying 2008 was a pretty heavy year. july brought more than the typical southwestern ontario humidity - it brought my son into my life. honestly - never in a million, billion years did i think my life would have changed as drastically as it did. and i never would have thought all of the things i swore i would never do are exactly the things i do most. for example - joey sleeps beside me every night. i visit a chiropractor now because i have issues with my right side. well, technically speaking, i've had issues with my right side for awhile now - well before joey was even a twinkle in my eye. they've just become severely aggravated due to the fact that i can't roll over or pretty much even move anymore at night. this, though, is fine by me. i'm pretty sure he may be able to sleep in his crib (he's passed out on top of the covers on our bed right now after falling asleep on me on the couch - if i had put him in his crib, he might not have been the wiser). i just don't know if i could handle waking up without him beside me anymore. i know i'll have to eventually, and god (and pretty much everyone else) knows our house isn't exactly a mansion - it's not like he'd be in a different wing or anything. no matter how much my back hurts, and no matter how much i complain, i love feeling his snug, warm little body dreaming under my hand.
i also have a very hard time leaving him - anywhere. if he winds up with a terrible case of separation anxiety, i'll be the one to blame. i pull his bassinet into the bathroom after me when i have a shower, and i carry him to the laundry room when i change loads. he sits with me on the couch, and he checks my emails with me every morning. when i'm away from him i actually get anxious. i mean very anxious. at least, i did the three times i was apart from him for more than an hour... did i mention he's six months this friday?
if he, for some miraculous grace of god, doesn't suffer from separation disorders, his mother most definitely will. which is something else i guess i'll just have to deal with.
expecting to drop to a size eight immediately after delivering might have been a little lofty. i have yet to lose the rest of my pregnancy weight (which i guess it ok since my boobs are huge because i'm still breastfeeding - the only thing i actually intended on doing - and they, thankfully, off-set my belly) though, and this was another one of my intended goals before 2009 kicked off.
on another note, though, i am a blonde again...
in all actuality, i probably wouldn't really change a thing. i know i should be getting out a lot more, and i know i should be dropping the hammer a bit more on joe to start watching the boy so i can - it's just hard. i know it's not one of those things that's going to get easier as he gets older either - i'm sitting dangerously close on the edge of over-protectiveness and shut-in and at this point, it doesn't matter which way i fall - i'm going to end up kind of like like jimmy stewart in rear window (and joey will probably end up like bates)... i just have to try and step back.
so, for 2009, i don't really have any actual resolutions. i don't smoke anymore, i hardly ever drink, and losing weight will probably be inevitable when i give up breastfeeding. i know i have to let go of a lot of anxiety (like what i'm going to do in six months when my maternity leave runs out) and i'll have to start getting out more. but those things can come with time...
this was supposed to be a lot more in depth - it was supposed to be a lot more fluent too... that may come back to me as well...

this seems to be a prevailing topic in this blog...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 13:01:00 +0000

losing a friend is hard... especially when you still see that friend and you both still try to play the part as friends. when you see that friend interacting with her real (newer) friends in a way she hasn't acted with you in ages, a piece of you kind of steps back and withdraws just a bit more than before.
joe says i "go through a lot of friends"... like they're disposable or something. believe me - i don't feel that way at all. at least i don't think i do... honestly though, i don't really have any friends (that i see and talk to on a regular basis) i've been close with for more than a few years (unless you count aforementioned friend), and i wish i knew why. is it something i do? is it the friends i pick? or is it just that i pick friends that always seem to take a different path than i choose? when i first become friends with someone, we always share so many (albeit silly and trivial) similarities it's scary. but as the friendship progresses, one of us always has a hard time getting over our differences. take, for example, the current situation i'm in. this friend is one of the most admirable people i know - money conscious, thrifty, driven, and constantly in control. i am none of these things - none at all... well, i'm getting a bit more thrifty, but maybe that's just because i have less to spend - who knows? anyways, this friend and i have been through some tough times together over the ten-or-so years we've been close. not as many and not as serious times as some people (i'm also no longer friends with, mind you), but enough to fill a book... well, a novella at least... and now, things seem to be changing. once i started to lose the person i was before (the person she was the complete polar opposite of), we started to drift apart. our phone calls started to become less and less frequent (and shorter each time), we stopped dropping-by each other's homes, and we began to spend time that used to be alloted to us with others. this happens, i know. but the question remains - why so frequently to me? am i the one who always changes, unavoidably becoming the reason for the dissolution of the relationship, or is it something else? can i not accept someone else's change? i'm not sure, and i don't think i ever will be... all i know is the friendship that brought this post about (which also kept me up half the night) is dear to me - i care deeply about this person, but have we both changed too much to really connect the way we once did? or maybe we never really even connected on a level i thought we did - maybe we were friends of convenience - our friends were friends, so why shouldn't we be? i don't think i'll ever know the answer to that one either. but when she talks to me the way she used to address one of our mutual (and now no longer) friends, i know something must be up. i wonder if i use the same tone with her - if, when she goes home, she feels it too. she always seems so... annoyed with me and with the path i decided to choose. i can't even remember the last time we really had fun together... we just keep trying... not to keep up appearances or anything - we're both above that - but because i think we both feel new friends are very different from the ones you've spent ten-plus years with. new friends may become those friends, but you'll never get those original ten years back.
lately, i've been thinking that friendships are more complicated than physical, romantic relationships. i (mostly) know where i stand with joe. he needs me - deeply and truly. sometimes, it becomes annoying and almost burden-like, but a good burden nonetheless. i appreciate that he looks to me for guidance and strength (not so much to pick up his socks, but hey - gotta take the good with the bad, eh?), and appreciate the feelingof being needed so deeply. maybe that's the problem, though - if a friendship is built on need, what happens when that friend (inevitably) finds someone else to fill that void? there's just not enough room left in their life.
people change, i guess. it's sad, but, ultimately, something i'll just have to deal with more and more as i get older and change myself... as for the friendship in question, i'll just have to wait and see what transpires i guess...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 16:03:00 +0000

forcing myself to write again... how sad...
so - the other day while watching television, i almost threw-up. not out of the blue or anything - it was a direct result of a commercial i saw. sexyobamashirts.com... nothing says classy like rhinestones on your tits... unless you're supporting your favourite new reason for voting. i'm not sure why i even care so much... i mean, i'm canadian. i realize american politics has a huge impact on our economy and lives, but honestly, i didn't even vote in our election (i know - it's terrible. i should have voted if only for the opportunity to actually have a reason to complain about our government, but c'mon... with our archaic and asinine "selection" process, what's the fucking point? one vote doesn't count a lick in canada, and we all know it...)! i guess one of the factors is i have an american free-to-air satellite dish and watch american television all the time... the only time i ever see the ctv symbol is when i have to download episodes of lost. honestly, i miss it, but free tv is too much to pass up. one day, i'll get another dish so i can watch the new pl or whatever it is now, but until then, i'll slowly keep absorbing american media the way the states are trying to absorb canada...
anyways - back on topic... this commercial disgusted me! that, along with the fact it was on mtv. sure, mtv should be teaching empowerment and that it's cool to vote - ask the plethora of stards (that's what i've taken to calling them...) who attend all those freakin' million-dollar galas to endorse their favourite candidates... really? what does a bedazzled shirt have to do with an election? i may be tarred and feathered for saying this, but was obama really the one for the job? without getting all metaphorical (well, technically all simile-like), i think he's a lot like these t-shirts - flashy, trendy and distracting. it's not like i'm a mccain supporter either - personally, i think he's a little old and maybe a titch crazy. even my dad, who probably shed a tear when heston died, didn't like him. he said he was "baby killer" due to his involvement in the vietnam war... it's weird when our parents surprise us... but at the same time, he felt the same way i did about obama - is he really experienced enough to clean up someone else's mess? especially one as big as the one that was left for him? i know everyone wants change, but do they really expect a big enough change to warrant skanky t-shirts? who knows...
on a different note - i recently heard some disturbing news about a couple i know. this news could be potentially devastating to their relationship if it's true. so, should i tell them what i heard? that question remains to be answered because, as we all know, not everyone is rational. even if what i heard isn't true, it could still possibly end the relationship. but... if i was one of the people involved, i would at least w2ant to know what was being said about me - wouldn't i? tough questions... should i tell them? would you want to know? would you shoot the messenger? is it worth being a messenger?
the politics of everyday life are so much more complex than so-called "real" politics... i wonder if there's a t-shirt for this...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 18:57:00 +0000

i wish someone could tell me when writing became a chore for me. i know it's something that, if i want to continue doing, and if i want to get better at, i'll have to do it more. i need to practice. it used to be so easy - i wanted to write constantly. i would write on napkins, receipts, nearly anything i could leave legible scratches on... now i have to set aside time, and it feels like i have to force myself. can anyone ever really be good at anything they have to make themselves do? i hope so... i used to be good...
anyways, taking the advice of a dear friends who's also been suffering a slight blockage (or was the last time i asked...), i've decided to write like a seinfeld episode - i'm going to write about, well, nothing (hopefully a bit more entertaining, but we'll see). it's pretty much all i've got anymore. all of the angst i used to hold has pretty much left along with the size ones and short shirts of my youth. oh well...
my days are never really eventful anymore - i get excited with small things like when someone stops by or when i can browse ebay. i can't complain, though - i know others are far worse off than i am.
my son is swinging in his ocean wonder's swing, and i'm listening to sirius coffee house instead of the typical afternoon drivel that's on tv. a song by some guy named ray lamontagne is on. he sounds like a cross between jamie walters (you know? that guy from 90210 who hit donna?) and frankie valli. not bad. this channel is normally quite interesting - a massive mix of often acceptable songs. but when something like edie brickell and the new bohemians comes on (i'm sure if you google them you'll find their only song that made it anywhere.. and probably feel slightly nauseated like i do right now..._), i'm always forced to change it. normally to faction - hip-hop, punk and rock. and i always catch the last chord of a song i would have much rather been listening to. today is no exception - the gaslight anthem - the '59 sound. even though it IS satellite radio, it feels strange to actually admit i like music that gets airplay. i never noticed how much of a musical elitist i used to be - i mean, maybe the reason some songs get airplay is because they're actually good... who knew, eh? and along comes "thrash unreal"... other than the fact she's a junkie (well, and not married and a few other things...), i get this song more than ever now... how do you let go of something that was never tangible in the first place? i look at all these young kids running around with their pink and blue hair and wonder if their parents paid for the salon appointment and wonder if they got their shirts from hot topic or h&m... i feel so old and jaded now - things were harder when i was young. i remember dying my hair with kool-aid and having to dig through thrift stores for my clothes. what are kids these days relating to? that's what it was all about - i was different because it was hard. now they all think they're individuals, but honestly, i couldn't pick my own nephew out of line-up now... tight jeans, long bangs, "vintage" concert shirts. why not just buy a uniform? and do bands like rise against realize what their anthems are fueling now? fuck... i hope not...
how did i get so jaded?
this was an incredibly pointless rant... i think i should kill it now...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 20:38:00 +0000

it's been four months now. i'm a mother... there is no possible way i ever could have imagined how much things would change - how priorities would shift, how friendships would begin to fail, and how feelings would begin to falter. believe me - things have changed...
it's also been almost a year since i've drank or smoked. i kind of feel like a recovering addict - like i have a cross to bear and a badge to prove it. it's a strange combination of pride and loss. by that i mean i think i miss drinking and smoking - or possibly, i just miss the socialization that comes along with them - but i'm proud i no longer drag those crutches. it's nice to not have to go outside in the rain or cold to placate my nicotine addiction. at the same time though, there's nothing like sitting under a tree watching the breeze carry your exhaled smoke off...
on the other hand, i wouldn't give what i have now up for any vice in the world.
fuck! i can't write anymore!
i'm still a contradiction.
i am a proud mother - pride is so close to competition. i'm amazed and scared by the carnal feelings of pride that swell inside of me every time i realize joey has completed a "milestone" before another child his age or when he outgrows something. it means he's progressing, and i like to think i had something to do with it. i am so protective over him. i feel connected to the mother lions i watch on national geographic when they see their cubs rip apart a kill for the first time.
motherhood is scary. it's very easy to let feelings of isolation sink in. i tell joe daily i need to get out - that he needs to develop confidence in himself so he can watch joey so i can get away for a bit. i am with him 24-hours a day - seriously. i sleep with him curled up beside me. i can feel every one of his breaths, and when he stirs, i wake instantly. motherhood seems primal to me - i can imagine cave women carrying their babies close to their breasts and shielding them from the wind with their strong arms... i imagine her with my face...
regardless, it's nearly impossible for me to leave him. i have replaced cigarettes and beer with my son.
leesha thinks i use him as an excuse. an excuse for what, i'm not sure. an excuse for the fact that i have problems being myself without clouding my personality with intoxicants? i'm not sure.
sara thinks it's a control thing. to elaborate a bit on her theory, everything i wanted as a mother and envisioned before he was born has not come to fruition. joey was going to be on a schedule i created. we were going to be a parent-led family. he was going to sleep in a crib, and i was going to continue to read books and not panic when he coughs. none of that has happened. my world revolves around him, and honestly, that scares me the most. my world has never revolved around anyone except me. previously, i was one of the most egotistical, selfish people i knew. now, my biggest fear is not being good enough for a three-month old.
i've realized recently how opinionated i really am - how condescending i seem sometimes. i look at other mothers and critique them in my head. i know i shouldn't be as i've only been doing this for three months, but i do. maybe that scares me a bit - i think they may be able to feel my scorn, but most of them wouldn't care. see? there i go again...
so whether or not joe feels competent enough to stay home with him, i think i would feel like i'm letting joey down by leaving him. another theory i've deduced it that i'm slowly losing what's left of my identity. for nine months, i felt like i was "the pregnant one". now, i'm the "mom". this is still something that, no matter how much i love my son, is still had for me to grasp. i am a mother. i am not the skinny, drunk hot chick anymore. i'm not the smart, biting, cynical pessimist anymore. i am a mother. i want a minivan because it's practical.
there are still things i want - i still want to sing in a band - i miss singing. i still want to write a novel (or at least a competent blog entry). these things, though, feel unattainable. how can i be a mom in a band? i can't even be away from him!
i hope it's not postpartum. that sounds like a bad word - especially to me. i've had enough mental-instability issues in the past - i don't want one hanging around when i'm changing diapers.
joe is off again - hunting. he doesn't go out half as much as he used to, but it's still hard. i like having people around me - grown-up people. i feel like i'm losing myself sometimes, but when i look at him, it's worth it. i would give up every ounce of my personality just to have him smile at me once.
i am a mother...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 14:45:00 +0000

wow... it's been awhile...
anyone who reads this would obviously know junior is fine now... from my last post, it appeared something was terribly wrong. well, i guess i was being a little paranoid (which is normal for me...). it's just good to know everything is ok with the little guy. well, i mean, as far as i know. i still get unnecessarily paranoid, but as things stand right now, he's good.
i think the reason i worry so much is because everything for me always seems to be such a struggle, why on earth should anything ever happen without a hitch?
this will probably be my last post before junior is born... according to my "edd" ("estimated due date" - one of the many wonderful acronyms i've learned since conception), i only have 15 day left. so, if all goes according to plan, i'll be a mother in 15 days. unnerving? very much so... whenever i'm in wal-mart and i hear someone's screaming brat, my ire rises and i feel awful! i mean, shouldn't i be sympathizing or something? shouldn't i understand? all i get out of the whole situation is a strong desire for a stiff drink...
what if i'm not matronly? what if i'm not cut out for all this mommy stuff? it all seemed like such a good idea at the time... sure, i liked kids! i liked playing with them, i liked buying them presents, i liked taking them fun places... but at the end of the day, i was never really responsible for molding them into contributing members of society.
i look at other parents i know and wonder to myself how i could be any worse than they are... i mean, some people should just not be allowed to breed. but, what if i'm one of those people? and i'm sure someone reading this will come back with "well, if you weren't sufficiently matronly or motherly, you wouldn't be having these concerns! you'll be a great mother!" i've heard that about 72,650,523 times in the past nine months, and as of yet, it hasn't done anything but put me off even more. i mean, that is something a mother would say! so, in a sense, i still need to be mothered! and how good is that going to work out?
i've started to wonder what he's going to be like. is he going to have an imagination? is that something that can be cultured, or does he have to be born with it? will he become resentful of me as he ages? will he be able to write? will he pick good friends and influences? and, most importantly, will he be colicky?
it's strange - like, if he was a girl, shaping her into something i want seems easier. i know you're not supposed to live vicariously through your children, but that in itself seems difficult.
in general, it's all so fucking scary...
the truth is, i'm not very good with real change. dying and cutting my hair so i look like a totally different person - love it. driving someone else's car - great experience. new job - bring it on. totally changing every aspect of my life for the rest of eternity- maybe a little extreme for my taste.
i guess there's no going back now, though, which is probably the best thing that could veer happen to me.
everyone keeps asking me "are you ready for the baby?" really? ready? am i ever going to be ready for the baby? his room is painted, the crib is assembled, my hospital bag is packed (well, almost), and we have a complete name chosen. other than the whole mental-preparedness-thing, i'm totally set! thanks for asking!
the dogs have taken to hanging out in his room - it's very endearing, like they're waiting for him. i'm sure they're much more prepared than i am...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:28:00 +0000

dear baby,

i'm scared to call you "junior" now - i'm afraid i may jinx something...
i wish it were me instead of you. i wish i hadn't gotten so comfortable - every time i do, everything that's even a little pragmatic about me is thrown out the window. i start day-dreaming, i can actually write again, i get happy. and frankly, it's easier being a realist. when you're happy, things can only get worse - true story...
your mom's just graduated to full-out pessimist i think...
for people who actually read this tripe, i guess i should fill you in - something is wrong with the baby. something "common" apparently. honestly, though, what the fuck does "common" mean these days anyways? i mean, one in a little over one-hundred children is autistic to some degree. alcoholism and cancer are running rampant, and when thalidomide was all the rage, how many babies were born with flippers? how is the term "common" supposed to make me feel better?
regardless, the "common" condition i'm a tad worried about is enlarged kidneys. my unborn son's enlarged kidneys, to be exact... i'm never really good with the term "don't panic"... the guide would be useless to me (douglas adams, for those who didn't get that reference). normally, when i hear anything even remotely related to "don't worry", i kind of go the other way too. call it silly, say i over-react, call it fucking rebellion if you want - it's just what i do. it's probably all of those great things i re-acquire when i finally stop worrying and get comfortable... damn you, overactive right-side-of-brain...
so anyways, i was getting ready for work. it seemed like it was going to be a normal day filled with people fawning over my cute pregnant belly, eating until junior lets me stop, and taking calls from stupid americans just so i can get my hours in to go on mat leave in about two months. i looked at the phone and noticed my midwife's office called yesterday. i don't have my next appointment scheduled until the middle of april, so i called joe to see if they left a message and he just forgot to tell me. of course, i was upset he didn't even mention they called, but whatever - i would get over it. as i was talking to him and found out they didn't leave a message, i got a bit worried. a change in appointment means "message". a "hi, april! it's me, isabelle! i'm back now!" means "message". in turn, a call that results in no message normally means "i have something bad to tell you so i'm going to wait till i can talk to you personally - or atleast over the phone". i got progressively upset. my voice got higher, i got a little bit angrier (ok, probably a lot angrier, but hey, i'm pregnant) - during my last visit, my fill-in midwife, allison, advised me that unless something was wrong (after also informing me that all the results they've received so far looked good - "but that doesn't mean the baby doesn't have down's or spinabifida"... i think she's a people person...), i would not get a call. this was specified about three times - i WILL NOT get called UNLESS something is wrong.
hey - have a gun lying around? if so, i'm going to jump it...
almost having to empty my lunch bag to wheeze into, i hung up with my poor, unsuspecting husband and dialed my midwife's office. no one answered. not sure how anyone else's issues could be more pressing than my own, i called back - about six times repeatedly - until the new receptionist answered the phone. i had heard from a few people about the local midwife's (as well as their staff's) incompetencies, and experienced some of it for myself already. i wasn't really in the mood to deal with a woman who seemed only slightly smarter than the lunch bag sitting on my counter. i had to, though, and was not impressed by what she told me.
"hmmmmm, april... i'm not sure why anyone called you! let me get your chart..."
she put me on hold for a total of four beeps, and came back on the line with "ok... for some reason, your chart was in isabelle's (permanent midwife) office..." (gasp! i removed my pb and j sandwich from my lunch bag in preparation) "let me see here... well, i don't see anything wrong with your chart..."
"ummm, yvette?" i asked. my voice was just on the verge of being shaky at this point... i took out my cookies for good measure. "are you a midwife? i mean, not to be rude, but is there someone else there i could talk to? allison (fill-in midwife) told me unless something was wrong, NO ONE WOULD CALL ME. and i know someone called me... soooooo, i mean, i'm not a midwife, but that could probably mean that something is wrong and that i should probably talk to someone..."
clearing her throat, yvette responded in her best "i know i'm not a midwife either, but i do answer the phone (occasionally) in a midwife's office" voice - "well, isabelle's not in until noon... maybe you should page her..."
remove water, kool-aid packets, granola bars, and pudding...
"i should WHAT?"
"well, page her, hon... you sound worried - i don't think anything is wrong, but you should page her just to make sure."
in my book, "just to make sure" is a synonym for "don't panic!", which, in turn, is the description for "don't worry".
i don't even think i said good-bye to the new recipient of april's "foul-up of the year due to complete, utter incompetence" award... i think i told her i would call back in a few minutes, grabbed my lunch bag, and tried to breathe... that's kind of what i remember... i didn't faint or anything, but i started coughing and couldn't stop. i called joe - he told me to call in sick to work (that's how i knew he was worried...), stop by the shop (ok, maybe not worried - maybe developing generalized anxiety disorder...), and to page isabelle. i think i hung up on him, too... i called the automated sick-line, swore at it for a few minutes, exhaled into my bag a few hundred times, kicked my cupboards, and finally received my "confirmation number"... i felt like i just paid a bill or signed up for something... oh well...
i then called my midwife's office back.
as soon as i told yvette my name, i heard "ALLISON! IT'S APRIL!" by now, my bag is breathing on it's own... i am very proud to say i may have saved a life today - or created a new one... "oh, hi hon!" LIKE NOTHING IS WRONG! how-the-fuck-dare-she??
i think she could feel the seething through the phone and instantly put me on hold after quickly spurting "allison's here and she's gonna talk to you!"
two more beeps...
"april!" allison always has a way of talking that makes me feel like she doesn't like me. well, not so much like she doesn't like me - more in a sense that if i were a bug, she would step on me an relish in the sound of my shell crunching underneath her shoe... "you have NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT! DON'T PANIC!" if anybody should understand the whole "don't panic!" thing, it should be her! i mean, wasn't douglas adam's british? if not, i know arthur is! allison is british - there should be some sort of connection there...
time to get a new bag...
"your baby has an enlarged kidney... possibly both. it's completely common, not really an indicator for anything to be too worried about, and you shouldn't be so upset. we're going to schedule a follow-up ultrasound in about four weeks, so just calm down!"
oh yeah - i forgot to mention what "calm down" does to me - the reaction is a little bit more explosive than that to "don't panic!", which is akin to "don't worry"... i'm sure you get the picture by now... and i will warn you, the slightly-more "explosive" response that phrase elicits is a bit-more-than-slightly louder...
"A WHAT?!?! 'FOLLOW-UP' ULTRASOUND?!? WHAT, ALLISON, ARE WE EXACTLY 'FOLLOWING-UP' ON IF IT'S SOOOOOO COMMON AND 'NOT REALLY AN INDICATOR FOR ANYTHING TO BE TOO WORRIED ABOUT'?" i think i yelled for a few more minutes, because my throat still hurts... it's been two hours... so yeah, at least a couple of minutes...
like i said earlier, allison is a "people person" - "CALM DOWN!"
this was definitely not going anywhere even remotely near "good"...
so, after hanging up (i'm sure i said "bye" this time. even though she's not exactly nice, she does scare me - a lot...), i googled "enlarged kidneys in ultrasounds". common - yes... but for fuck's sake - there's a goddamn rapper named "common!
anyways, it can be a "soft marker" (whatever that means...) for down's syndrome, it can cause frequent bladder infections, it can be severe to the point that the baby may need surgery immediately after birth to correct the problem, and it could be nothing. it is also far more common in boys...
how ironic would it be if i killed an optimist to steal their soul? i mean, the optimist would still have to be murdered, but how could they possibly rationalize their death being a good thing? i could rationalize it, but i'm not the optimist... yet...
someone asked me a few days ago if, when i was writing my blog last july, the thought that i would have a child a year later had ever occurred to me. honestly, at the time, it hadn't. if someone were to ask me now, though, if the thought that in a year from now, i wouldn't have a child had ever occurred to me, i would probably punch them. or, just get frankenbag to carry out the hit...

baby, i don't like being scared for you... i honestly never thought i would grow so attached. that probably sounds terrible, but it's true. i feel a bit better now that i wrote all of this down - i think i put it in perspective...

i'm going to be an optimist (if only for a minute) - everything is going to be ok... i promise...

i love you, junior...

noreply@blogger.com (april) — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 21:53:00 +0000

i've come to a decision - i am no longer living my life for moments; i'm going to live it through them.
i'm not going to wait for moments to happen, and i'm not going to expect them to either. all because of a song...
i started a book club because i wanted to be "moved" again. i think i had forgotten about music... sometimes, you hear a song that forces you to relate, forces you to listen. a song that almost makes you get into an accident when you're driving... if i could do anything in the world, it would be to write one song that makes just one person feel that...
it's hard to find someone who can relate to that feeling. i mean, i have friends who like music, but i don't have many friends who love it... i don't have many friends who cry because of lyrics...
one line in one song i had heard a million times before sums it up pretty well - "and the four right chords can make me cry". as sad as it is, the singer of said band has used his mediocre star-power to bed lots and lots of hollywood ass, but hey, we can't all be sincere...
i wish i could still write all the time... i wish i didn't have to fight to turn it on... it's painful for me to hear someone sing when i just know their eyes are closed...
i've also come to the realization that i'm selfish. not "i sometimes take the last piece of candy" selfish - like seriously selfish. i want things to be about me, or sometimes, it's hard for me to listen. that's pretty honest and bare, but it's true. it's also kind of scary to realize, especially when i'm in the process of being a mother. am i going to continue to be so fucking self-centered, or will i change? and that poses a whole new mess to think about - how can i continue being myself if i have to change that one, huge part of me? because i'm sure it's not something that's come up in the past few years - i'm pretty sure i've always been happiest when the world revolves around my new t-shirt...
that could possibly be why i'm having so many problems adjusting to life lately. i met a girl at work (well, not really "met", i knew her from years ago) who remembered me from high school. too bad she remembered me as a collective... i mean, it's been almost 10 years (god! it has been a long time!). is that how people remember him? probably not... why does my celebrity status have to be encumbered by his? what-the-fuck-ever... honestly, i feel badly for joe... we've been married for almost two years, together for almost seven, and all people can remember is that i dated some guy who sings in a fucking band now...
passion is over-rated anyways... i think... or maybe it can be expressed in different levels... i've never thought of it like that. i've always been so over-the-top with everything i've ever felt anything for that maybe i've missed too many subtleties... that probably goes hand-in-hand with being self-involved, i guess...
so, to answer your question, i'm definitely both... i coined the term - i make the rules... let me have this one, ok?