Well going into work today, I had planned to deal with hell.... however, I was not anticipating the 138 ppl in queue at any given time nor I was expecting that every flight in and out of YYZ was cxl'd in the morning and that the effects of this would be _this_ horrific...
At about 1600 they had 2 runways open in YYZ, deicing queue was 30 planes long and 4.5 hr wait on the tarmac whilst everyone is on board...
I left at 2200 and there was still a LONG queue...
I was mildly amused today when someone called me from Pearson and they had been previously booked on Jetsgo and Jetsgo cancelled their flight and pretty much said too bad so sad and did not reaccomodate anyone... so we gleaned the results :-) I booked several ppl that were displaced and the first caller passed the phone down to the next to the next... what were they thinking??

That said, I came home to fix my blog template... _I think_ we're right side up except for the archives for November, but I think its because I had nothing good to say in Nov and there is only one post so everything is adjusted appropriately ... and I can't suss the archive link to figure out how to align it without having little dots all over the place??!?
The loverly comment thingie wossname works just groovy, its in lovely creamsicle orange. I decided that if I was a crayon, I would be an orange one.. so why not have creamsicle as the flavour of that...I'm still working on fixing the byline for the comment line but I'm blind from the html... Tomorrow's project..I dunno, but screw it, every thing else looks fine...

So Christmas eve already... wow. I've done all my shopping, I've done the wrapping that I can (there are some presents that are just slightly rather large mishapen that are getting a bow and a "here, this is for you") and all I have to do tomorrow is pre-cook breakfast sausages so that Christmas morning is just a warm up and waffles to make. Rachel is excited because she gets to be "Santa" and put things in Nanna and Poppa Greg's stockings. Anyways, I can't rant anymore today as I'm absolutely exhausted and far too much time has been spent today bitching... so with that, I leave you with a feel good Christmas story.

Christmas 1977, Star Wars had been released that year and I was 7 and my sister was 3. We had gotten some Star Wars stuff and a bouncy horse (you know the kind with the springs and you bounced and rocked on it?) and various other treasures. My sister, stark nekkid, bouncing on the bouncy house in the picture window. (Now before all you weirdos freak out, we lived on a farm at the dead end of a road, 5 miles from the highway and the closest neighbour was nearly a mile away) For some reason that Christmas, both grandma's were with us, which was unusual.. it was usually one or the other. We were completely snowed in, snow was probably close to 4 ft deep. All of a sudden my sister starts screeching "It's Santa, it's Santa!!!"
Running starkers to the door, she opens it up and standing at the door with all the rest of us in pjs staring at Santa and an elf that had just appeared in our driveway on a skidoo. Santa had a sack of goodies for everyone. R2D2 bubble bath for my sister and I, bubble bath for my grandmother's, something for mom, but it may have been bubble bath too and my father's wrench that he had lost. My father engraves all of his tools and being that there was 4 feet of snow, we skidoo'd everywhere since roads were never ploughed in the back country for days after a snowfall and it had fallen off the runner of the skidoo just before this last snowfall.
It wasn't until I was 30 years old that I found out who Santa was (or the elf for that matter) and if I remember what my mom said, it was several years after that Christmas that my mom even found out.
This story has always made me believe in the Christmas spirit and I know that this "Santa" passed away a few years ago and I hope he knows that I forever will remember this Christmas and the spirit that it gives me every year. Thanks Santa :-).

You know, there are these new fangled toys for us newbie bloggers to play with ... and do you think we can fucking make them work in one shot???

Who stole my NC17 gif? Who the hell writes code that is so badly stylized that it is impossible to read or edit????? And WHY did adding my haloscan commenting tracker thingie wossname (what the hell is my trackback anyways?) make my sidebar go to the bottom of my page...
I swear I love html... really I do...
So apologies to anyone reading this and it appears upside down...

I think the crazy people have been let out on an extended day pass and they were given telephones.

First crazy person...
"Hi, I am not going to be able to make my flight tonight from Vancouver to Kelowna, can I change it to tomorrow?"
If I could have given the "are you fucking nuts?" look, it would have happened...
"I'm sorry, but we're completely sold out yesterday, today, tomorrow all the way to Christmas day, and even then I have only one seat left on Saturday. Would that work?"
"Um no... what should I do?"
The sarcastic bitch that is aching to dive into the phone is silently screaming "Get your shit together and get on the goddamn plane" and the nice angelic me advises her that the plane is delayed due to the crappy shitty fucking weather across the goddamn country (pardon me but its fucking cold...not just cold, but fucking cold) and the flight won't be leaving until 1840 so hopefully that would be enough extra time for her to make her flight.... it is... bless her.

Crazy bitch number two....
"Hi yeah, I cancelled a flight last year and I had a credit and I think it is due to expire."
"Do you have the confirmation number from the original flight?"
"No, I didn't know that I needed it"
"Your last name please"
"Shazam*"
"And your first name please?"
"Andrea*"
"I'm sorry, I'm not finding anything under that name from last year... what phone number was used to book the flights?"
"Oh well try it under Sabadallah* or Sabadallah Andrea*... I go by Andrea*"
Eventual searching various ways and find said file.... credit expired last week... So I make the exception to honour half of it if she is going to book flights with me at that time. But she wanted us to extend the credit the way her friend told her. She was called a month ago about her credit and didn't do anything about it then... and I told her the options were advised at that time... so after going around in circles, we are now conspiring against her by backing each other up with our empowerment and commenting the file with our decisions we are now telling everyone not to do anything else for her.

Then crazy man ...
"I booked some flights last month and now they're on seat sale..."
"Confirmation number please?"
"ABCDEF*"
Looking at this file, it would very interesting how on earth this man was ever going to have his luggage... circles I tell ya... so I change him to the seat sale and fix his file... now he has a credit, but he wants a refund!
"Sir, it was explicitly told to you the day that you booked this was non refundable after the day of booking and that any cancellations or changes would result in a credit file."
"Yeah, so, I want my money back."
"I'm sorry sir, but we cannot refund after the day of booking, especially when you are changing from regular fares to a seat sale."
"Then I want you to waive the change fee."
"Sir, you are getting over $150 in credit for future travel with us, I cannot waive that fee and change you to the seat sale prices. The choice is the $150 credit or I put this back to the fares you originally paid."
"Fine, I will take the credit.. email me the itinerary, have a good day."
*CLICK*

Then there is poor John* . John is 16 and had started out from Thunder Bay Ontario on Monday and due to the weather, ended up stuck in Toronto and then last night stuck in Edmonton.... this poor kid only wants to get home to Fort McMurray and is literally spending 2 days travelling. We put him up in a hotel last night and his flight was late into Edmonton last night and didn't arrive til after 2300 and he had to be back for check in at the airport for 0600 today. And he was bagless... somehow it ended up in Calgary. Be fucked if I know how that happened... we're going with Santa.. works for me..

holy shit... and it doesn't end there...

After 9 hours of this shit, I want off the ride...

*Names changed to protect the innocent, the psychos and the helpless

This morning I was rudely awoken (what is it with you people, I work til all goddamn hours of the night, do you NOT realize I need my beauty sleep!) by the phone ... my mother.

I love my mom - we have an absolutely amazing relationship now that I'm not some loony rebel teenager with platinum blonde hair determined to be Marilyn for my prom... (which I failed at miserably, however, the hair is now black with pink streaks in it- maybe Im still that rebel...)I have often told her as of late how much she is my hero. She left the abusive shit and got out and has completely turned her life around... anyways, before I digress further about mom.... the call.

My sister has pinched her siatic (sp?) nerve in her back whilst renovating Granny's house. My dear sister has given up her life and moved into Granny's house so that Granny can come home after being in palative care for the past 6 weeks...
In the midst of renovations, my lovely father has refused to allow my sister to hire a proper electrician to come do the wiring.. instead, he has shown up to do it himself... can we say code violations?! So he's at her house with my sister and my sister can't move. She wants to go to the doctor but my father is far far far too busy to take her. Her best friend drives 2 1/2 hrs to Ottawa to drive my sister to the doctor. What the fuck is with that?! Such an asshole.
Dee is getting her eyes opened VERY WIDE to why I cut my father off years ago. Perhaps this will be his own undoing..

Then mom proceeds to discuss Christmas eve. The plan was that we (the kids ) were sleeping at Mom and Dad's (Greg) for the night to be there when Santa arrived. Last night she states that they have been invited to Michelle's (one of the evil cows) for the evening. She has told Michelle that they will be there briefly as they have company but has not said who that company is. And last night, Rachel had a music recital at school.. as did Kiana (Michelle's daughter). So Mom and Dad split up... mom to Rachel's, dad to Kiana's. Tara (the other evil cow) didn't bother to show up, but her husband did as did Michelle's husband Darryl. But neither men spoke to dad at all and completely ignored Adena who also was there. Eieieieie...

These two girls need to grow up _very_ quickly. I'm very tired of this shit and I'm ready to punch them both out. But that would indicate I care.
At Adena's birthday dinner, she had been at her mom's (Carol) for Carol's birthday dinner earlier in November, and walked in on a conversation in which Tara and her husband said "Oh that's just typical Kristin". How the hell do they know what is typical me when they don't even fucking know me??? Granted, I've known Tara's husband alot longer than any of them as I used to work with him 6 yrs ago and have seen him socially in groups prior to him being with Tara.

And Carol always had Christmas eve with the girls and Kiana and Ty (Michelle's kids). Now she is livid because Michelle decided to do this without asking anyone or worrying about the reprecussions. Oh well. Perhaps they will alienate both parents and end up allll alone...

Maybe I will send them the link to my blog.

Shoot them all with the gonne and be done with it.

Probably due to a lack of something to do this evening would be the best explanation for the multitudes of posts that have eminated from me...
I think this might have to do with the fact that I am still very shell shocked from news I received earlier this evening... Grant (yes previously mentioned Grant) and Sarah (yes previously mentioned Sarah) got married on Thanksgiving weekend in England. If they're happy, all the power to them... still shell shocked tho.

So to add to your enjoyment, I have the following links that have entertained me SOOOO much.

Your sexual horoscope - this is rather accurate - for me.

GEMINI WOMEN: Often the aggressor, you are never embarrassed by your behavior because you never adhere to any standards except your own main requirement: a lover who knows how to take his time. You are a one woman harem, but a partner should be aware that in a relationship, the Gemini woman is looking for a combination of the spiritual and the physical, the romantic and the practical. You want to talk to the guy after you tumble with him! Best sex mates are Leo, Scorpio, Aquarians, Libra, and Aries.
Favorite gadget: the vibrator.

From the fabu blog....almost as good as my most embarrassing moment... which I may or may not share.

If more come along, I'll edit this or re post... holy shit I'm chatty...

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

I forgot to add this in ages ago... so here ya go...


At the risk of losing what I have struggled to keep, I have to tell you something. I have this person in my life who makes me feel truly and utterly complete. And I need to tell you about him.

I have gone on plenty of first dates... more than plenty. Never once have I felt this comfortable from the first instant. We had talked plenty before going out, and 2 hours was not an uncommon conversation. Having dinner with this man, I feed him with my chopsticks...on a first date?! And he accepts it without so much as a raised eyebrow. We walk, we talk more and more.. and then he kisses me and I get lost....completely. I do something completely out of character and spend the night with him. After a week of waffling, he asks me to be his girlfriend and I am ecstatic.

That weekend, we went to the Stampede and saw Default on the Coke Stage. The words of the song Wasting my Time circle in my head nearly daily. After about a month, he calls it done because he says that he isn't in love with me or what he thinks should be the start of feeling that. Angry, hurt, upset, fustrated, I want to fight for it. For the first time in my life, it was something I wanted and something I wanted to fight for. I didn't even want to fight for my marriage. Despite how much that he drinks scares me, I want to fight.

We have our moments, we have a 'fight' of sorts, we fix, we sort out and we have managed to salvage something.
He went away in Sept to the island and came back with some photos from when he was there in March and I ask to have one. That picture goes with me everywhere. Its my tie, my sanity. Our 2 hr phone conversations happen again and our time together is what it used to be. Quality time just 'being'. I feel empty when the call ends or I drive home.

Somewhere in the midst of the late summer I lost him somewhere and am so grateful as that man is back. Damn rights I am scared of losing. Worst of all, I'm terrified that when I least expect it, I am going to say that I am in love with him and he will push me away again.

I've never once said those three words to him as much as I've ached to say it and hear it back. He says he knows that I do love him. I told him it was a gift, a gift that shouldn't be felt to be a burden or a weight or a weapon.

It would be enough... more than enough, if he accepted it and maybe even enjoyed it a little. Natually I would like it if he loved me back, but for now......
I trust him with everything... 6 months ago, I wouldn't have. Not anyone. What on earth has he done to me?

I am this confident person.. knows what she wants, knows how to get it, and knows where she is going... and now the uncertainty is back in my life and I feel alive. I haven't felt these things in a long time.. and for that, I am grateful. It is his gift to me and I will take it with me whereever I go.

I know that he has feelings for me......I wrote this to get a clearer perspective. But I'm scared... what will he say or do if he ever reads this? What might happen? But I guess that is why I wrote this... can't back out now.

It's not that I had forgotten to blog... just that I had not a whole lot to say...
Generously provided to me are a couple of interesting blogs - as well as some fabulous posts that I had to share...

Many many many men need to read this.... and this

And to some of my fabu friends, have a read of wonderful blog that has supplied me with endless giggles and "hell ya"s this evening...

Without realizing it was Devin that was logged in as his sister on MSN, I sent him the links to the first two........ maybe he'll read it. Doubt it, but hey, its worth a shot.