anyone who knows me knows numbers are my biggest strength. that and remembering my phone number and address. Overparticularily postal codes. At one address I used my license for a year or looked to whatever friend was with me to give the address as my FRIENDS knew it before I could remember. Sad I know.
Especially since mail came TO MY HOUSE in Ontario.
Good Ol Sask has PO boxes . Which as you can guess where this is going is numbers oh and the street names are all numbers and you guessed it the house is numbered too. Guess how many new numbers that is. and new phone numbers too. so when asked where I live...I point and describe the house...and most people get it here....cause small town
So when I go to get my mail....guess what happens. Yeah If someone was watching on camera they must be dying laughing. So I know the 4 numbers or i think I do. but I can ncver remember the order. So...I go to the wall where I remember the box being. and I start sticking the key in the locks. till a box opens. \
thas right.
earlier this week I discovered that my key opens not only my box but another persons
so if I have not sent you my address o=h dear friends....its because I have no bloody clue what my box number is and when I find the sheet with my address on it....well its a happy day and a half hour less time in getting my mail.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
I have decIided that
I will never be a real woman.
Maybe I am missing motherhood. Maybe that will fix the link in my brain. The thing that just makes me AH not able to have words or say things that are interesting. Like I think I fit in Sask because deep down, I'm boring. and blah. I'm BLAH. Maybe. Maybe I have accepted who I am and given up on improvement. I made it this far and I'm done. Deal with it. Maybe.
I have a friend, ok a couple friends who blog and journal like no ones business. like boxes of journals.And I try, cause it looks cool and good for processing and ok I HAVE NO FREEEEEKIN IDEA WHY PEOPLE JOURNAL!!!! I went trough my old diaries and shredded them, ok the one or two pages I managed to actually write down. Shredded. I was like WHO IS THIS PERSON AND WHY ARE THEY SO RETARDED!!!! WHO wants to remember the RETARDED GOOOO that comes from a 13 year old's brain? BLEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
And I cannot make my writing look good....
I CANNOT control my hand and my penmanship lasts for a half a page and then I get so mad at the mess I just throw it away. I think there are just some people who are not bloggers. And I am one of them. I will settle to spur on bloggers. I blog...mainly because when I am face to face with people what I actually want to say NEVER comes out right so I correct my verbal diarrhea with emails and texts. like who does that? Um Becky we just hung out for an hour and I get home to an email explaining our conversation. whats up with that. and you may be reading this and think...I never got that email....thats because I realized how SILLY that was and did not send it! BUT I have scads of unsent emails floating around....sigh.....See. I will never be a proper woman. I am unfit for the masses. I may be 30 but I am no woman. I am not a girl. I am not a lady. I have created a new gender. Its called Becky.
I feel I have blogged about this a few times and I need to think about this. and I need to eat food. and not be a woman
Maybe I am missing motherhood. Maybe that will fix the link in my brain. The thing that just makes me AH not able to have words or say things that are interesting. Like I think I fit in Sask because deep down, I'm boring. and blah. I'm BLAH. Maybe. Maybe I have accepted who I am and given up on improvement. I made it this far and I'm done. Deal with it. Maybe.
I have a friend, ok a couple friends who blog and journal like no ones business. like boxes of journals.And I try, cause it looks cool and good for processing and ok I HAVE NO FREEEEEKIN IDEA WHY PEOPLE JOURNAL!!!! I went trough my old diaries and shredded them, ok the one or two pages I managed to actually write down. Shredded. I was like WHO IS THIS PERSON AND WHY ARE THEY SO RETARDED!!!! WHO wants to remember the RETARDED GOOOO that comes from a 13 year old's brain? BLEAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
And I cannot make my writing look good....
I CANNOT control my hand and my penmanship lasts for a half a page and then I get so mad at the mess I just throw it away. I think there are just some people who are not bloggers. And I am one of them. I will settle to spur on bloggers. I blog...mainly because when I am face to face with people what I actually want to say NEVER comes out right so I correct my verbal diarrhea with emails and texts. like who does that? Um Becky we just hung out for an hour and I get home to an email explaining our conversation. whats up with that. and you may be reading this and think...I never got that email....thats because I realized how SILLY that was and did not send it! BUT I have scads of unsent emails floating around....sigh.....See. I will never be a proper woman. I am unfit for the masses. I may be 30 but I am no woman. I am not a girl. I am not a lady. I have created a new gender. Its called Becky.
I feel I have blogged about this a few times and I need to think about this. and I need to eat food. and not be a woman
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