Sunday, October 31, 2004

Farewell Petunias.

Today has been a productive day. But a sad one. Sad because I'm saying goodbye to the Summer and the Fall. Pretty much all the coloured leaves are gone at my end of the world. That always makes me feel a little blue.

I pulled out my flower beds today. The first gardens that I planted in my first house are gone. It seems like I just planted them last week. How time is flying. They turned out well, my flower beds. Being the beginner I am it was a little daunting to fly by the seat of my pants and just learn by trial and error. But it all worked out in the end. My petunias and alysum grew to be massive and impressive. My hanging baskets were awesome. Until I got sick of pruning them anyway.

I cut back the massive wild rose bush that I hate. I tried to talk Eric into helping pull the damn thing out and just be done with it. I think that he kinda likes it because he told me all the reasons that we should wait until next year. Well if he still doesn't help me pull it out next spring I may be forced to enlist the help of my (oh so hunky) neighbour. That would be too bad. :)

I attempted to plant the rest of my spring bulbs. I planted a few a week or two ago during a nice evening that we had. I couldn't get much done because, crazily enough, the mosquitos were thick and driving me away. It'll be interesting to see if any of the bulbs take because I could only plant them so deep and most of them got put in quite late. If they do grow it may end up being pretty funny as to any kind of pattern. I ended up just throwing most of them in randomly.

Our deck furniture is all stored away now. Cushions wraped in plastic and chairs taken apart. They sit forlornly on the shelf in our garage.

We left the Barbeque out though. Eric swears to me that he will barbeque even in Winter and I plan to make him keep that promise.

So farewell petunias and alysum. Farewell to my beloved patio set. Farewell to Sunday afternoons on the deck with friends. Farewell to sitting on the porch in the evening.

Until next year......


Saturday, October 30, 2004

Ode to My Father's Eggs

My saintly father has taken offense at my last post. Specifically the part where I said coffee and bagels are my favourite breakfast.

I must tell all that I do not like eggs. Normally.

When my folks come to visit we usually have a big breakfast on Sunday. This usually consists of eggs, bacon and biscuits. My Dad makes the best scrambled eggs around. So good in fact that I will often help myself to seconds.


So considering I don't like eggs I would think that when I have seconds of my Dad's special eggs it would be the highest praise around.

Do you love me again Dad?





Lazy.

Today I am enjoying a lazy Saturday. It seems like it's been a long time since I enjoyed such a Saturday. Mmm. It's delicious.

After sleeping late we got up for yummy coffee and bagels. My favourite kind of breakfast. And now here I sit in my cozy rec room by the fire. Laptop never far from my side and the TV tuned to TLC. I could watch these Trading Spaces type shows all day. And sometimes I do.

I know that I should have goals for today. My house needs to be cleaned. But it'll wait till tomorrow. We need to cover up the Air Conditioner and clean the filters in the air exchanger. I could probably do some laundry. I really need to pull out the gardens too and get ready for the coming winter.

But will we actually get any of this done? I am in serious doubt. For I am enjoying this lazy Saturday far too much.


Friday, October 29, 2004

You Know You're From Canada...

Found this on Dysfunctional Thoughts. Enjoyed it thoroughly. Thanks Writersblock!






You Know You're From Canada When...


You're not offended by the term, "Homo Milk."

You understand the phrase, "Could you pass me a serviette, I just dropped my poutine, on the chesterfield."

You eat chocolate bars, not candy bars.

You drink pop, not soda.

You know what a Mickey and 2-4 mean.

You don't care about the fuss with Cuba. It's a cheap place to go for your holidays, with good cigars.

You know that a pike is a type of fish, not part of a highway.

You drive on a highway, not a freeway.

You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.

You know that Casey and Finnegan were not part of a Celtic musical group.

You get excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.

You brag to Americans that: Shania Twain, Jim Carrey, Celine Dion and many more are Canadians.

You know that the C.E.O. of American Airlines is a Canadian!

You know what a touque is.

You know that the last letter of the English alphabet is always pronounced "Zed" not "Zee".

You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.

You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan."

You perk up when you hear the theme song from "Hockey Night in Canada."

You were in grade 12, not the 12th grade.

"Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary and more polite than, "Huh?"

Winter. Whenever you want it. And then some.

There's German food, Italian food, Chinese food, Armenian food, American food, but NO Canadian food.

You call a "mouse" a "moose".

You like the Americans a little because they don't want Quebec either.

Contests run by anyone other than the government have "skill-testing questions" that winners must answer correctly before they can claim a prize.

Everything is labelled in English and French.

Milk comes in plastic bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.

Mountain Dew has no caffeine.

Correction: It's not a "touque", it's a "tuque"

You say 'aboot' not 'about'

There are more pages about Hockey than the news in the newspapers

You know what the plug at the front of the car is for

You can ALMOST understand what Jean Chrétien says

You know what are Tim Horton, Zellers and Canadian Tire

You have a canadian flag sowed on your backpack (unless you live in Québec)

You go overseas and insist that you are Canadian when people hear your
accent to make sure they won't think you are American

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Canada.





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I'm Miss World...

So today was dress up day at work. And I was Miss World 2004. There is only one reason that I decided to dress up as a beauty queen. So that I could wear the tiara headpiece that I wore at my wedding. Ah well. Whatever the reason, the outfit came together.

Every year they have a little mini contest for best costume. Can I tell you without being embarrassed that I covet that honour? It's so stupid but man do I ever want to win.

I think that I have deserved to win for the past couple of years but I haven't. And for the past couple of years people come up to me and say "you should have won, you know.."

Thanks. Try voting next time!

And that's my silly story for the day.




Thursday, October 28, 2004

What a Deal!

As I sit and look through the latest grocery store flyer, I wonder when I became so domesticated. Ooohhhh! Pizza's on sale for half price. Must go pick up a few. Veggies on for 49 cents a can? Wow! And look Coke is on for $6/case. What a deal!

Ug. When did this happen?

When I moved in with a man. That's when it happened. My grocery bills were amazing when I lived on my own. Next to nothing. Now that's where my money goes. Proper dinners every night and the lunches! Frig. The lunches. To get this grown man to take a lunch to work was a battle I finally won but now I need to make sure that he's got treats and whatever lunch meat he's into this week. For crying out loud, he's got to be worse than a kid. Me? I take yogurt and a coke and maybe some salad for lunch. HE gets Joe Louis' and Hop-n-Go's and granola bars. Whatever I can find to keep him interested in lunches.

And have I mentioned that he drinks Coke instead of water? I must go through, easily, a case a week. You should see me fill up my trunk when I hit a $5/case sale. It's ridiculous.

So I'm off to the closest grocery store to get my man some treats and see what else is on sale. The fun never ends.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Annoying Man?

Ha ha ha.

Eric just did some catching up on my blog. He doesn't read it often but he did today. He didn't say anything to me so I asked. "Any good reading?"

"Pfft. Apparently I'm annoying. That whole list is about me."

"That's not true!"

"Is too!"

So I have to apoligize. Some of those things were indirectly about him. But really he's just being paranoid. There weren't too many.

Love you doll!



Monday, October 25, 2004

Pundit?

From Kat's Blog. Find out your type.





You Are a Pundit Blogger!



Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.
Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few.


Flashback.

Today I got an email from a friend. Subject line: Flashback. I opened it up and much to my surprise there's me and a long ago boyfriend. Senior Prom 1990.

After gales of laughter I examined it a little farther. How funny it is now and how gorgeous I thought I was then. Picture this:

  • teal green strapless dress with a flared skirt that was just below my knees at the front but swooped down to my ankles in the back
  • bright yellow wrist corsage
  • separate sleeves. Oh I ask you! What was I thinking? They were specially made to match my dress. Started half way between my elbow and shoulder and tapered to a lovely point on the top of my hand. Hideous!
  • Satin dyed "pumps" to match the dress
  • Big hair. Big, big, big hair.
  • Boyfriend? Mullet. Moustache. But damn he had his own car and he was a real cutie back then. He used to bring me flowers every weekend when he'd come and visit me from Toronto.
Oh what fun. The only consolation is that everyone else there looked as dorky as me. But back then? Princesses.

I'll have to call and thank her for that.



Fondue? Fond-don't!

Is it me or do fondues seem like a whole lot of work for a little bit of food?

Yep. You guessed it. We went to a friends house for dinner this weekend and to my disappointment we were not having BBQ but fondue. Bummer. I don't mind a fondue. Every couple of years. Unless it's a chocolate fondue. Now that's something worth the effort!






Sunday, October 24, 2004

6's & 7's

I'm at sixes and sevens tonight. And where did that saying come from anyhow?


Thursday, October 21, 2004

Things That Annoy Me.

I'm just in a list kinda mood these days............



People that can't manage their time. I am constantly working out ways to use my time more efficiently. When people don't think the same way it bothers me.

Chipper "Hey how are ya this morning?" greetings at 8am. Isn't it obvious you should just not talk to me until around 10am when I've had a chance to absorb the caffeine?

Repeating myself.

People who can't be bothered to capitalize the first letter of a sentence. Ug. Also when people misspell words on purpose. This happens a great deal in blogs and it annoys me to no end.

When the joke gets old and people just don't let it go.

When married people ask single people: "So have you managed to find yourself a man yet?"

When someone younger than me calls me dear.

Being on hold for an hour just to ask one bloody question.

Receiving a general mass fax. I don't care about your vacation deal. What a waste of paper.

Sales people that don't leave you alone. Acknowledge me and then leave me alone.

When someone tells me "Gee. You sure look tired today." -- Thanks. Polite way to tell me that I look like shit.

When people speak loudly over an ongoing conversation.

City buses that practically run you off the road.

People that drive 80km/hr on single lane highways.

Guys that wear ball caps in nice restaurants.

The phone company.

People that don't tip.

When people don't do their job. You don't do your job -- I can't do mine.

When my credit card companies try to sign me up for a free trial of life insurance.

AC DC.

Waiting for someone else to get ready.

People that don't walk their dogs.

Line Ups.

Mike Bullard.

Super touchy feely people. I need my space!

Gossip.

The Young and The Restless.

When skinny people say: "I'm so fat. I need to lose weight."

Know-it-alls. (Although some might say that I know it all....)





Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I'm Right!

Mark this down everyone.

Eric admited that I was right!!!!!

Will wonders never cease.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

I Feel Real.

Quoting myself from an email to a friend:

Most of the time I feel like a fraud.
Here is where I feel real.

Would You if You Could?

In a recent "conversation" with a friend an interesting point came up. Would you ever choose to meet your blog friends in person? Before you jump in and say "Yes, of course." think about the possible ramifications.

After meeting someone in person could you still reveal all in the anonymous way that we've gotten used to? Could you look them in the eye knowing that they are privy to a lot of what goes on in your head? What if you didn't hit it off? Would you go back home and comment as usual? Would you feel a sense of loss?

And before you say "No Way!" think about the possibilities.

Maybe you would lose an opportunity to be more than 'blog friends'. Perhaps you'd hit it off right away and the experience would enhance your commenting. Maybe you'd skip the comments altogether and start phoning. Since it's likely that you already have something in common with each of your blog friends and you've already made a connection of sorts, would friendship in person be a given?

I read about 20 blogs faithfully. They range from serious, moody, and deep to chatty, funny and lighthearted. Some are general newsy blogs. Others are very personal. Some would possibly make the transition to face to face friends quite easily. Others would not.

So what do you think? What would you do?

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Random Facts About Me.

I love to read. I will reread my favourite books over and over again.

I have a nose ring. I got it when I was in my early 20s and took it out for a few years. It's been back for the last couple of years.

I wish that I could wear sandals all year round.

I am one of the moodiest people you could ever meet.

My drinks of choice are red wine or rye and coke.

My hair is naturally curly. (So is my husband's)

I have a sister who is 6 years my junior. I am very proud of her.

I have no living grandparents left. I am sad about this.

I moved across the province when I was 25 so that I could get out of the rut that my life had become. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done.

I am a social smoker. Love to have cigarette with a drink. If it wasn't bad for me I would probably smoke all the time.

I was popular in school. It seemed to matter a lot then. Doesn't now.

I would like to have a child someday. I am worried that I will have trouble conceiving.

I was born very close to Christmas. Christmas is one of my favourite things.

I cry every time I watch Beaches.

My first kiss was New Year's Eve 1985.

My first real love was Tom. I loved him for years and he didn't love me back. We spent many nights together but never went on a single date.

I would love to go to Scotland some day.

I am a big fan of 80s music and movies.

I think the sexiest part on a man's body are his thighs.

I have come to a point in my life where my parents are in my circle of close friends.

When I ask for something to be done, I want it done right away.

Some of my closest friends are people that I've never met face to face.

I am NOT a morning person.

People that are too cheerful really annoy me.

I have suffered much inner conflict and guilt due to my church upbringing.

I do not make friends easily anymore.

When I was single I was attracted to and dated more than my fair share of brutish rugby players.

Sometimes I lay awake at night and worry about money.

I would rather drive in Toronto than Montreal but they both make me nervous.

I knicknamed myself Butterfly because in the last couple of years my life has gone through a metamorphosis.

I love bread. I could live off of baguettes and bagels and biscuits.

I have trouble getting to sleep. I have to limit my caffeine intake just in case it keeps me up half the night.

I have had numerous dreams where I am watching my own funeral take place. My dream life is quite active.

I am nostalgic. A song or a scent can bring me to tears with memories.

I don't like being the centre of attention.

I miss my friends back home very much but I am grateful for the great friends that I have here.

I need to stop this list before it becomes too long and boring.



Friday, October 15, 2004

Half My Life Ago.

Tonight I purchased a Sweet Sixteen card and gift for the daughter of a friend. The daughter of a friend? I feel like I was 16 only yesterday and now that was half my life ago. Some friends now have 16 years olds. I have trouble getting my end-of-the-week, addled brain around that.

When did I get this old? Wasn't I 16 only yesterday?

I envy the Sweet Sixteen year old in a way. In another way I don't. The best and worst of times. In the birthday card I wrote "Live life to the fullest. The world is yours."

Mh. Good advice that. Do I though? Live life to the fullest? Is the world still mine? I don't know. I guess not. What's stopping me? Time. Money. Lack of energy. A lot of the time I feel like the world is defeating me.

Stupid girl. Shake it off! What a terrible excuse for not living life to the fullest. I must figure out how to do it in spite of having no money and no time. Some day I'm going to be 64 years old and looking back at when I was 32 -- half my life ago. Let me be able to say that I lived life to the fullest. Let me be able to say that I have no regrets.

Here's to that.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

How Fitting.

I got this quote in an email this morning. I thought it was especially fitting. This fits Betty to a T.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather with the intention of skidding in sideways, Champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOOHOO - what a ride!"


Bye Bye Betty.

This is a sucky place to work.

Betty died today. Or last night I guess. It was unexpected. Betty is one of my favourite residents. We laughed and chatted and shared a love of red wine. She was a real hoot and would come down to my office at least once a week to visit me.

I will miss her very much. So long Betty.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Update

The pants are STILL missing!

(see You Lost Your What?)

Rock Lobster in the House.

Check out Rocky. This is the cat that I foolishly adopted 10 years ago. If you'll notice the paw that he's extending towards the camera, you'll see that it's deformed. After innocently checking out the pet store one day at the mall I left with a cat. You see, upon spotting the deformity my friend clutched at my arm and said. "Omigod Shauna. They're gonna flush him down the toilet. You have to get him."



His real name is Rock Lobster, which was my shooter of choice at the time (and it also seemed to fit as his deformed paw kinda resembles the shape of a lobster claw). 10 years later I don't do so many shooters anymore but the cat is still kicking around. Until this past weekend Rocky was residing with my folks. They've decided that he needs to come back with me. (sigh)

Give me about 3 days. By then I'll be swearing and ready to send him back to the old folks'. For whatever reason, when Rocky gets in my room when I'm sleeping, he likes to "dance" on my head and eat my hair.

It's really endearing.


Monday, October 11, 2004

Giving Thanks.

Well. The long weekend winds to a close. Here we sit in my comfy rec room. We are full, tired and happy (and a little fatter -- no doubt).

My first turkey dinner turned out okay even though it seemed like the turkey would never be done. Luckily, Mom co-piloted my first attempt at Thanksgiving Dinner and it was all so yummy. There will be leftovers all week. That's the best part -- leftovers.

We took a day trip to the "cottage" yesterday to visit with more family. We had a great day. My sister was there with her girlfriend. My aunt and uncle were there and both their kids were there as well. Ben was solo but Sara had her new Scottish boyfriend there. We visited and ate and hiked the extensive trail that my Uncle has carved out around the property. The wine was flowing freely and the house was a great, warm, cozy haven.

Today was big breakfast day. Whenever we have friends or family over we have a big breakfast at least once. The tradition is that the men will cook and the women clean up. It's a good deal, I think. So we slept in and then gorged on eggs, bacon and biscuits. Yummy. Today we have pledged to relax and hang out. We shall play Trivial Pursuit (a family tradition) and watch a movie and of course eat leftovers.

Well I think that the game is coming out so I must go.

I hope that everyone had a great weekend.




Thursday, October 07, 2004

Holiday Weekend

I have company coming for the holiday weekend so my postings will be sparse for the next 4 or 5 days. Since my whole family are bloggers maybe we'll all take a communal blogging break at some point to whip off a few lines.

I am SURE that I will find time to check everyone else's blogs. What's a day without that?

Happy Thanksgiving to all you Canucks.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Living in Bilingual Land.

What to write about today? I am lacking inspiration.

I just glanced at my profile and according to that I've written almost 16 000 words. (Have they been worthwhile words I wonder?) I told Eric and he said "Wow. That's probably more words than I have in my english vocabulary."

Mh. Interesting thought.

Have I mentioned that I married a frenchman? I am wholly english. I have no aptitude for languages much to the dismay of Eric's family. I wish that I could just "pick it up". But it doesn't seem likely so far. Last Fall I even took a french class but was pretty dismayed at what I shelled out almost $400 for. It didn't make me want to go back.

My unilingualism doesn't bother Eric, which I'm thankful for. He speaks english very well so it doesn't effect our relationship. I'm sure that he misses speaking french though. I do feel badly about that. Thankfully he can speak french freely with some friends and his family. Until last year Eric always lived in Quebec. I moved in with him for a time before we bought our house. It was a difficult year for me living there. I was very happy move back to Ontario and luckily he loves me enough to be happy about it too.

As a unilingual person in a largely bilingual city I've had a couple unpleasant experiences. 99% of the time it doesn't matter. I live, work and play in english but when I first moved here a bilingual person actually told me off and hung up on me because I could not speak french. This, I think (and hope), can be chalked up to that person's bad day.

What I don't appreciate is being made to feel like less of a person because I can only speak english. I originally hail from Southwestern Ontario where french is not needed nor really encouraged. I saw no need to bother much with french class in school. A fact which I have regretted in the 6 years that I have lived here. If only I'd known that I'd end up in binlingual land. Life would be so much easier if I could speak french but unfortunately I cannot flip a language switch. It appears that I'm not one to easily pick up languages and I certainly cannot afford any more classes.

So until they invent a pill that will make me bilingual I will continue to be the odd woman out in bilingual situations. I am having trouble coming to terms with that but I am working on it. Sometimes I feel like crying (or screaming) and when it's particularly trying or hurtful I do go to bed in tears. Thankfully those occasions are few and far between.





Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Scared of Sharks.

This picture freaks... me.... out.


Argued to Death.

Why does everything have to turn into a goddamn argument????? I get so bloody tired of it.

You Lost Your What?

Eric has lost his pants. One might ask, "how do you lose your pants?"

I asked this too.

Eric has 4 pairs of pants for work. For the last few weeks he's been running out of clean pants at a quicker pace than usual. Since I do most of the laundry I found this odd since we had never had this problem before. So last night I counted up his pants and searched through his closet and all his drawers. He's missing a pair.

"What? You just forgot your pants at a worksite one day? Came home in your boxers, t-shirt, socks and workboots? Innocently wondered why you were a little chilly?"

I married an odd duck. Not too many men could manage to lose their pants.

My Comments were Silenced.

I had much to say last night. I was trying to comment on different blogs but couldn't. Couldn't even log on to my own blog. Frustrating.

Saturday, October 02, 2004

I Am Not Alone

I found this poem on an interesting blog: Freelance Monk. I have never been much of a poetry fan but I do enjoy the gems that Kat writes and I think that this is a simple and thought provoking piece. Maybe I have just been reading the wrong stuff? Anyway, here it is.

I Am Not Alone

I am not alone.

I am part of the world
and it is part of me.
I am never alone,
for what surrounds me
is also me.
I exchange atoms with the air,
the sky, the sea and the mountain.
If I feel alone
it is because I have forgotten this.
If I am afraid
it is because I do not have
the faith to know
that everything will be all right.
In fact, it already is all right.
I am OK
even if I am in pain
or afraid
or lonely.
I am always loved
even if there's no one else in the room.
I am never alone.

--JV



Shooter Time!

Last night we partied. We partied until my friend turned to me and said: "I can't feel my eyebrows anymore."

Ha ha ha ha.

I said "Can you ever just feel your eyebrows? Do you sit there and concentrate on your eyebrows until you can feel them just being there? How odd."

That gives you an idea of how much poison we consumed last night. Our neighbour had a little street party. So we gathered aroud their firebowl in their driveway. I made 3 trips back to our house to fill up our little cooler. Our fridge is completely empty. Good thing I had lots of extras on hand. We had such fun. The shooters were flowing freely. How long has it been since I've done shooters in that kind of quantity? A long freakin' time.

One thing that we all discovered last night is that the women on the street all have one thing in common. We're all married to geeks. You should have heard the silly boys talk about networks and routers and ports and online game playing. Honestly, the last thing I need is for Eric to find online gaming friends. After last night, he's got plans to go and buy the game that they all play so that he can join in.

God help me.

And believe it or not they all go to the local computer gaming place once a month or something and play there. They put money in a pot and the winner gets the loot. They tried to put a positive spin in it for me.

"Yeah but Shauna, really he's doing it for you. When he wins he can take you out for dinner."

Don't bother boys. I know what you're all about.

They all have specific roles. G is a helicopter pilot. R is a sniper. It's all very juvenile. But I guess that it could be worse. They could be out gambling or drinking at the pub every night or god knows what else.

So really, I'm lucky right?

Right?



Friday, October 01, 2004

Don't You (Forget About Me)

There are more than a few songs that when I hear them, jolt me back to a past experience or emotion. Several are from, what we that remember the '80's refer to as, "brat-pack" movies. I was a young teenager when the first of these movies came out. In fact I think that I had to sneak into Pretty In Pink because I was just under the "AA-14" cut off.

Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Pretty In Pink, St. Elmo's Fire are a few of the oldies-but-goodies. I still love watching those movies. What I've come to realize over the years is that maybe it's really not the actual movies that I miss so much but the way life was (or how I felt) when I watched them for the first time.

One of the songs from this era was St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion) -- John Parr. When I hear this song on the radio I will usually stop to listen. I was a starry eyed, fresh faced teen when I watched this movie. It is, by no means, an award winning movie. But I loved it. Demi Moore, Rob Lowe, Andrew McCarthy... What promise they had as actors. More so, what promise I had as a person, a woman. I could be anything. I would have friends like them. We would have a pub like that. Everyone would know us. There would be drama and love affairs and....great music.

(sigh)

I hear that song and it brings all that back. Limitless possibilities. Even though I love hearing them, I get a little sad (or maybe nostalgic is a better word) now listening to those songs. I had such a wonderful time in high school and there I was looking forward to getting older and living "real" life.

Crazy girl. Looking forward to the future is so much fun. Especially when you're that age. So, now when I hear St. Elmo's Fire or Don't You (Forget About Me) (Simple Minds from the Breakfast Club) I get a rush of how those songs and movies used to make me feel. The promise of what was to come. The good times we were having.

Now, a lot of my old friends have gone their separate ways. I've been through some tough years. There was no fairy tale after high school. Opportunity did not present itself the way I had assumed it would. Love affairs were brief. The love of my life didn't show up unitl I was 29. He was supposed to show up years ago. Didn't he watch the movies? It took me a long time to find myself.



Don't You (Forget About Me)
--Simple Minds


Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby

Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you call my name?