Flight 141

I love airports. I find them very intriguing, especially when there's hardly anyone around. I picked my Mom up last night around midnight and all the businesses were closed and there were only a small selection of people hanging around waiting for friends to arrive.

The lights are dim and there's this sense of the unknown. You're in a place that's always so busy, crawling with all walks of life and so when there's no one there its quite odd and mysterious. Perhaps you'll see someone stretched out across three seats trying to catch some zzz's and you wonder what their story is. You see a brightly dressed ethnic lady with a bouquet of flowers and wonder who's arriving. Or maybe there's a young toddler running around with no supervision, excited to be free...

I wish I could spend more time at airports, too bad parking's so expensive.

Where?

I search and I search, nowhere to be found. Up the stairs, through the corridors, into mysterious doors. Predictable places, the unknown.

Frustration!

Sense of calm must persist... patience.

Where the hell?!?

Patience is so overated, frustration!

Look behind me, crank my neck, turn again, searching....

Damn it!

Obstacle....
dot, dot, dot . . .

I sit, I wait, I type.

Donate!

In response to Al's latest blog, I just got onto the worldvision website and donated a modest amount of money to disaster relief, particularly in Pakistan. It took a matter of maybe 2 minutes, type in your details, pull out the plastic, type away. I too encourage any of you reading this do the same. It doesn't have to be worldvision of course, I just choose them because they're a big organization that can probably do more help than little NGO's. I could be wrong. Anyway, put yourself in their shoes and then think to yourself if you can spare some money. Need I mention that I only work 16 hours/week?

What's money anyway? Saving lives, now that's important!

Cancer sucks.

This past Sunday I walked for the cure! More specifically breast cancer, this is now the second time this year that I've contributed to helping breast cancer (I volunteered for 'The weekend to end breast cancer' a while back). I don't really have any personal reasons for breast cancer specifically, other than the fact that Jeremy's mother passed away from it when he was a young boy. To be honest, this walk on Sunday I only joined because my friend was doing it with her co-workers and it was free for me to register. I didn't even run, I only walked 1 kilometer instead of running 5km, how shameful of me :-(

Coincidently as I walked with my "I'm running for..." pinned to my back that said Tita Connie (Jeremy's Mom) and Tita Noy, my dear aunt who has bone cancer and osteoporis laid in pain and agony in Maryland, USA. It was probably right around the exact same time while I was walking, she was waking up and trying to get out of bed in a hurry to go to Sunday morning mass and fell and broke both her hips. Obviously her bones are already quite weak and susceptible to injury, but hasn't she suffered enough?

Well, thankfully since then, she's already gone through surgery and has gotten her bones fused together and pulled through. She's going to be released from the hospital soon and will have to go through rehabilitation. I hope that she'll be okay.

For those of you out there that believe in God, please say a prayer for my Mom's sister. A lady I love dearly.

The best staff I ever worked with...

Hi All!

Ok, I just emailed everyone and anyone from my contact list that ever worked at Macleod chapters. I bumped into Shelly Slator the other day and she informed me that everyone's getting together tomorrow night (Friday the 30th) at the Ironwood where Tom and the men of constant sorrow are performing to have a good ol' fashioned Chapters party.

What if I didn't bump into Shelly? Wasn't anyone gonna tell me??

Anyway, since I've been told, I'm telling you and hoping you all come and party like how we all used to. Invite one, invite all. I know its kinda late notice, hell I only found out yesterday!
Could someone try to find that lovely Mary Mahoney and get her ass down there. I'd love to see her. What about Glen? Can someone call his ass too?

I have know idea what time its at, or if tomorrow is even confirmed. If anyone knows, could you 'reply all' and let the rest of us know?

Kay, see you there!!!

What a nightmare!

It started off with me bumping into an old jr. high friend while I was at an outdoor festival or carnival. Then I bumpied into a couple more old friends who used to be really close friends with the first one that I saw and then I re-united them. Then came along some other friends who I used to know in High School. Then somewhere in there were some old Chapters work-mates. It was this huge reunion of friends throughout my life I guess you could say.

All of a sudden, another old Chapters friend comes along (his name shall remain anonymous, don't wanna offend), he was on a motorcycle wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses. Almost looking like the Terminator. In fact he was carrying a huge shot gun underneath his arm. He began shooting at all of us! Like a disgruntled madman, he just went crazy.

Needless to say we all dispersed and ran for our lives. I jumped into a car (a small Geo or Firefly, if that's relevant) with this guy I was barely friends with in Jr. High and drove off. Next thing we know, we're being chased and shot at. Why is he after me in particular? I had to lie down in the back seat and pray for my life. We couldn't escape, shots firing at us one after another, dodging traffic, screaming, all senses almost gone. At one point I made eye contact with my friend of yesterdays and through my eyes I pleaded with him to come to his senses and begged for my life. I saw a quick sense of compassion reciprocated and then his gun raised again to take aim...

I awoke.

Freshman

Wow, I can't believe its been over a month since my last post. Sadly I haven't done much since then.

Yesterday was my first day back to school. My God! For the last couple of months it hasn't really phased me that going back to school would be a huge change in my life. When I was sitting in my first class yesterday morning I looked around and saw about 20 faces all about 7-9 years younger than mine. I thought, "what the hell am I doing here? This is ridiculous, I should be somewhere earning money and making a life for myself!"

We all sat around in anticipation to see who our professor would be, looked around to check each other out, looked at our watches to count the minutes until the day's end. In walked Dr. Jane, an older lady with grey hair and glasses in her 40's, with an updated outfit. She wore simple sandals, a pinky-greenish funky skirt that flowed about and complimented it with a faded jean jacket. As she began to talk about the semester ahead of us in the 'Nature of Religion' most of us intently listened and laughed at her rants about this and that. And in that first 50 minutes of her lecturing us about why we're sitting in that classroom, I began to feel comfortable. I began to like this lady in front of me. I began to realize why I'm going to school again, its something that I want to do, I want to learn about these cool things, I want to educate my mind, I want to be able to educate others.

Geez, I hope I can keep this attitude up for the next 6 years.