My boyfriend Adam and I just sold our mobile home. We were both very excited about it. We're now going to be moving into his parents summer kitchen for the winter so we can save up some money to invest in a house.
I'm thrilled about moving right now because I really didn't care for living in the Selkirk Mobile Home park. With it's close proximity to the Selkirk Mental Hospital, every once in awhile you will hear this very loud high pitched alarm. The first time we heard it was in the middle of the night during a huge thunder storm. We had no clue what it was. Months later a neighbour said that it was from the Mental and was a warning to surrounding areas that a patient was out and to lock your doors. Hearing that makes you feel safe....or not. But recently a friend of mine who works at the Mental said that it's a fire alarm and means that a patient has lit their bed or something on fire. Apparently the "a patient is loose" alarm only rings within the buildings. Either way it's very weird. Also the trailer park is close to the Selkirk police station and hospital so every day you hear the multiple sirens going off...and it's true you do not go a day without hearing more than one siren.
Maybe I'm so excited about moving because I'm a country girl and really am not used to having neighbours so close. It's crazy for me. The neighbours driveway is right out of our bedroom window and when you're in the bedroom you hear absolutely everything. And then there is a neighbour that has this giant, hideous, truck that is so loud that you want to go slash his tires and shove a potato in the exhaust pipe. He loves to rev his engine at the craziest times...like 3 in the morning. I will for sure not miss that at all!
For the past few days I've been packing like crazy even though the people that bought it don't get possession until September 1st. The weird thing is that I love packing. I'm not sure why but I do. It's great!! I just am not looking forward to the unpacking...that's the pain in the butt. It will especially be interesting because the summer kitchen that we're moving into isn't that big. I will make it work though. Lots of stuff will be going in to storage so it might not be too bad.
Once we are all settled in, it's definitely going to be a change of pace. Adam and I will have to cook supper once a week and we'll be cooking for 6-8 people. We're used to cooking for 2 so this will be very different. At least Gypsy(our dog) will have more room to run around and Dyna(our cat) will be reunited with her Mama and sister.
It's going to be good! I can feel it in my bones!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Am I still awake?
I realized that somewhere in my recent journeys that I have hit a barricade... a hard, brick, stressful barricade. I just don't know what to do with myself. I have no plan. I want a plan. I want structure. Right now I'm working a job that is dreadfully boring, I don't see much of friends and I'm paying almost fifty bucks a month for Curves and it not helping at all.
I really enjoyed working at the florist when I first started because it was a nice change of pace from working at Walmart. The florist allowed me to relax in a stress free environment, where I have minimal tasks and minimal customers. But now, almost 3 months later I am ready to start pulling my hair out. I spend my days on a crappy laptop that runs extremely slow because the hard drive is shot and reading books upon books upon books. I usually see a handful or less of customers a day and the phone barely rings. I do enjoy creating floral arrangements and I love my boss but the job itself makes you feel like someone has taped your eyes open for 5 days straight. Even though I hate doing this to my boss, I am looking for work elsewhere...i wish I had the guts to tell her. I just need something that's not so quiet.
Since graduation 2 years ago I have lost touch with many of my friends, not to say that I had much to start with. I only have a couple people that I still am able to call friends rather than just acquaintances. There's my bestest bud Kaitlyn, we've been the best of friends since the seventh grade and I hope that we never part ways. I love her like a sister and truly wish I could see her more often rather than just having conversations through texts. Then there's Candace, friends since the 10th grade. I think I see her more than anybody. We have a buttload in common and our boyfriends are good friends but she has all of her many friends from University and sometimes I feel like an afterthought. And there's Curtis. We've known each other since nursery school and were reunited in the fifth grade. Curtis is a great entertainer but I really don't see much of him. I also have my broadcasting buddies Nikki & Patrick, they have the courtesy to keep in contact ever so often but when it comes to planning a gathering of the three it always gets left in my hands. The distance between the three of us me being in Selkirk, Nikki in Winnipeg and Patrick in Brandon also proves to make things more difficult. Sometimes I feel a little neglected because I almost always have to make the plans to see any of them. I'll always have my boyfriend Adam though. I love him to pieces and plan on staying with him forever but sometimes you need someone else to share your thoughts with that doesn't have to listen to you every day. Probably right now I'm sounding a lotta bit selfish and a little bit weird but I guess that's just me.
Oh and then there's Curves. When I started going this past January I thought that it was going to be great. I thought I could get in shape and maybe lose a little weight, tone up, you know that kind of thing. The first couple months did help me get in shape but since January I have not lost a single pound and very few inches. Since January I've actually gained a buttload of weight. Like not enough weight to make me overweight or anything but enough to make me gain almost 15 pounds in 5 months. I have no drive to go there anymore. It's just wasting my money and giving me no results. I thought that it would give me more energy but of anything it has been giving me less. Before next payment day I am so out of there. The rotten thing though is that I'm going to have to pay fifty bucks to quit just because I didn't live out my year membership. Probably lots of people tough the rest of the year out because of that stupid clause.
I'm a broadcasting graduate and haven't worked in the industry for almost a year. No one will hire me because I don't have enough experience. It's ridiculous, you can't get a job without experience and you can't get experience without a job. There's way too many politics in the industry and I have stabbed myself in the back way too many times. I guess honesty is not a quality broadcasters should possess. It's probably partially my fault that I don't have a job in the industry though because I'm not willing to move away. But the thing is I love Manitoba and I love the Interlake and Winnipeg region. Almost my entire family is here and my friends, so why would I drop all of it just because broadcasters are too picky to even give me a chance. I almost regret going into broadcasting. Don't get me wrong, I love it but no one wants me. Some days I wonder if I would have gone elsewhere other than CHVN for my practicum, maybe I would have a job right now but no they made promises of keeping me and then with 2 weeks left of the summer i find them kicking me out the door with not even a decent demo.
It's a wacky world and I wish things would sort themselves out for me so I could continue my journey with a little stability. And then maybe i could wake up from this nightmare.
I really enjoyed working at the florist when I first started because it was a nice change of pace from working at Walmart. The florist allowed me to relax in a stress free environment, where I have minimal tasks and minimal customers. But now, almost 3 months later I am ready to start pulling my hair out. I spend my days on a crappy laptop that runs extremely slow because the hard drive is shot and reading books upon books upon books. I usually see a handful or less of customers a day and the phone barely rings. I do enjoy creating floral arrangements and I love my boss but the job itself makes you feel like someone has taped your eyes open for 5 days straight. Even though I hate doing this to my boss, I am looking for work elsewhere...i wish I had the guts to tell her. I just need something that's not so quiet.
Since graduation 2 years ago I have lost touch with many of my friends, not to say that I had much to start with. I only have a couple people that I still am able to call friends rather than just acquaintances. There's my bestest bud Kaitlyn, we've been the best of friends since the seventh grade and I hope that we never part ways. I love her like a sister and truly wish I could see her more often rather than just having conversations through texts. Then there's Candace, friends since the 10th grade. I think I see her more than anybody. We have a buttload in common and our boyfriends are good friends but she has all of her many friends from University and sometimes I feel like an afterthought. And there's Curtis. We've known each other since nursery school and were reunited in the fifth grade. Curtis is a great entertainer but I really don't see much of him. I also have my broadcasting buddies Nikki & Patrick, they have the courtesy to keep in contact ever so often but when it comes to planning a gathering of the three it always gets left in my hands. The distance between the three of us me being in Selkirk, Nikki in Winnipeg and Patrick in Brandon also proves to make things more difficult. Sometimes I feel a little neglected because I almost always have to make the plans to see any of them. I'll always have my boyfriend Adam though. I love him to pieces and plan on staying with him forever but sometimes you need someone else to share your thoughts with that doesn't have to listen to you every day. Probably right now I'm sounding a lotta bit selfish and a little bit weird but I guess that's just me.
Oh and then there's Curves. When I started going this past January I thought that it was going to be great. I thought I could get in shape and maybe lose a little weight, tone up, you know that kind of thing. The first couple months did help me get in shape but since January I have not lost a single pound and very few inches. Since January I've actually gained a buttload of weight. Like not enough weight to make me overweight or anything but enough to make me gain almost 15 pounds in 5 months. I have no drive to go there anymore. It's just wasting my money and giving me no results. I thought that it would give me more energy but of anything it has been giving me less. Before next payment day I am so out of there. The rotten thing though is that I'm going to have to pay fifty bucks to quit just because I didn't live out my year membership. Probably lots of people tough the rest of the year out because of that stupid clause.
I'm a broadcasting graduate and haven't worked in the industry for almost a year. No one will hire me because I don't have enough experience. It's ridiculous, you can't get a job without experience and you can't get experience without a job. There's way too many politics in the industry and I have stabbed myself in the back way too many times. I guess honesty is not a quality broadcasters should possess. It's probably partially my fault that I don't have a job in the industry though because I'm not willing to move away. But the thing is I love Manitoba and I love the Interlake and Winnipeg region. Almost my entire family is here and my friends, so why would I drop all of it just because broadcasters are too picky to even give me a chance. I almost regret going into broadcasting. Don't get me wrong, I love it but no one wants me. Some days I wonder if I would have gone elsewhere other than CHVN for my practicum, maybe I would have a job right now but no they made promises of keeping me and then with 2 weeks left of the summer i find them kicking me out the door with not even a decent demo.
It's a wacky world and I wish things would sort themselves out for me so I could continue my journey with a little stability. And then maybe i could wake up from this nightmare.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
In the name
I named my blog Journeys of the Mink Coat because I lost both my grandparents just over a month ago and I miss them dearly. Yesterday my family had an auction, selling all of their belongings. When we were taking everything out into the yard there were three winter coats hanging in the closet. One coat was my grandmothers mink coat. This coat reminds me of her so much. My mom and aunt decided not to sell it because they figured no one would want it, so they were going to send it to goodwill....right then I spoke up and decided to adopt this coat as my own. It's heavy, somewhat large and most of the buttons are missing but when I wear it(even when it's 28 degrees celcius) I feel like grandma is wrapping her arms around me. It makes me feel glamorous and I remember memories from long ago.
Now that both grandma and grandpa are gone, I find myself thinking about them rather frequently. Especially my grandfather. I always knew I had a special spot in his heart. He was my biggest fan. It didn't matter how big or small an achievment was he was always proud of me. And every time I went over to their house grandpa always made sure he got his hug and kiss. Grandpa taught me to fish, he would clear a skating rink on the lake for us to skate on when we were little and they were still living out at Flanders Lake, when I wanted to learn to play guitar he gave me his guitar. Grandpa always had a kind word to say and what I wouldn't give to have a hug from him again. I was not as close to grandma but we did share a special relationship as well. Grandma taught me to knit, she was always good for a game of dominoes and she knew how much I loved her carrot muffins. Both of them together were the greatest! I don't know anyone else who would become so happy just for having me visited.
Now as I venture out into the world I will cherish the memories I have, never forget them ever and of course I will journey on adorning that beautiful mink coat.
Now that both grandma and grandpa are gone, I find myself thinking about them rather frequently. Especially my grandfather. I always knew I had a special spot in his heart. He was my biggest fan. It didn't matter how big or small an achievment was he was always proud of me. And every time I went over to their house grandpa always made sure he got his hug and kiss. Grandpa taught me to fish, he would clear a skating rink on the lake for us to skate on when we were little and they were still living out at Flanders Lake, when I wanted to learn to play guitar he gave me his guitar. Grandpa always had a kind word to say and what I wouldn't give to have a hug from him again. I was not as close to grandma but we did share a special relationship as well. Grandma taught me to knit, she was always good for a game of dominoes and she knew how much I loved her carrot muffins. Both of them together were the greatest! I don't know anyone else who would become so happy just for having me visited.
Now as I venture out into the world I will cherish the memories I have, never forget them ever and of course I will journey on adorning that beautiful mink coat.
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