A Little bit about Me.

Being an early to developed girl, without a guiding hand is a recipe for trouble... believe it or not, I used to be not half bad looking when I was a teenager, 125 lb..black curly hair and an easy smile...I loved to laugh..I laughed a lot when I was young...I did a really mean Kermit the frog impersonation....that made every one howl....I was in drama and won awards for some of the parts I played... I was a voracious reader, much like today, back then I read everything I could get my hands on... Thomas B. Costain, Victoria Holt, Kahlil Gibran, JRR Tolkien and many more...I used to read into the early hours of the morning...and my little sister, whom I shared a room with would complain about the light...so I cleaned up a section of the basement and made a room down there with the oil furnace and spiders...where I read until my eyes blurred...

 I sucked at mathematics but loved English, Socials, French and Typing...I loved my drama classes, because I fit in with those kids, the odd balls and misfits...we had a blast and blew peoples minds with how good we were...it was the same kids all through grades 8 -12.

  I had a huge collection of books, my dad would buy them for me from the second hand shops and some of them were gifts from friends and teachers..  when I left home just before my 17th birthday I only took what would fit in a knapsack...so my books were left behind...I found out a few years later that my parents sold them all after I left..even my high school yearbooks !

I never had a lot of friends in school, not being of the popular, cheer leader type...so I was one of those kids who just trudged through school hoping no one would notice me...because attention usually meant being picked on...although that all changed after one incident in grade 10 when I was forced to kick some serious ass.   Some one was picking on Kelly, a physically handicapped girl I was friendly with, they weren't letting her get to her locker and kept trying to take her knapsack...so I flipped and kicked him in the backs of the knees and when he fell on the hall floor, I stood over him with my foot on his stomach and asked him how it felt to be a victim to a bully....hahahaha it got me my first week back at school with detention in the library...which wasn't really detention for me...ahahahaha  anyway after that they pretty much left me alone, and my friends too.

me and marie

My best friend all through school was Marie H.  We were like twins, finished each others sentences, laughed at each others jokes...we had crushes on the same boys, which you would think would have caused strife...but we must have known nothing would ever come of those crushes and so were okay with sharing... We were in Drama together, and Chorus (singing) We even managed to be teamed up together in home economics...ahahahaha  Marie could sew like a fiend and I was a pretty decent budding chef...  I still remember the dresses we sewed in grade 11....God....my looked like something you'd wrap a dead carcass in, in a pukey shade of green and the pockets didn't even line up...and Marie's looked like something out of vogue....it was layered...the underneath was in an icy blue satin material...with a crocheted lacy type netting over top...which she crocheted herself...she won first place of course...and I wasn't even asked to model mine...ahahhahah I wonder why..  I had asked my mom for help picking out the material and such...and she fobbed it off on my older sister...P.  I would have been better off had I asked Marie's mom for help or just done it myself because we just argued ceaselessly...if you are ever fortunate enough to glimpse my first wedding picture you will see the results of my sister and friend of hers attempt to sew my bridal gown...ahahahahaha   I just wanted to rent one in the city but ohhhh no, we can't have that...and so...the humiliation....of it all....the only consolation I had was that my older sister, as matron of honour, had to wear the exact same dress in a different colour..and it looked hideous on her too...and my poor little sister as bridesmaid...ahhahaha   Mine looked like a long nurses uniform...good grief...no wonder I threw it out less than a year later...Oh and the clincher was it was made out of heavy polyester....that's right...polyester... thanks mom....

So, when I was young, I loved archery, and have the scars on my arm to prove it...because I wasn't very good at it early on but persevered..until I mastered it.  I still have a bow that I bought after my son was born but haven't used it in years.  hmmm Rabbit stew anyone...
I was in a swim club, had a newspaper route for a while, and was a hard core babysitter, that's how I made the money to support my reading habit and buy my first ten speed bike...which I rode the wheels off of and have the overdeveloped calf muscles to prove it.

When I left home, I migrated to the Okanagan and picked fruit all one summer, worked in a laundry mat in Winfield for a couple of months and then worked in a camp all winter with a group of Katimivik students in the hills north of Lumby making cedar shakes. Luckily my high school french helped with the communication gap. Boy was that a hard way to make a living...cold, snow, and town twice a month to do laundry and buy the girly necessities..it was like prison but the money was good and I learned a lot.I stood in line at the employment office in Vernon for 4 hours for that job. It was so beautiful in the woods there, with 3 feet of snow and the smell of the cedar...I loved it, but the living was a bit crude... I waited tables all spring and once the fruit was growing, picked fruit for a second summer, I learned how to pick grapes and train the vines that fall and by Christmas was ready to go home with my tail between my legs and hit the books so I could graduate...but my parents had moved...ahahahaha I guess I should have called home more often...ahahahah  I never finished my grade 12 until I was thirty years old...and then it was purely out of spite... I had applied for a job in town and was turned down because I hadn't finished grade 12...missing ten credits.  So I took the courses by correspondence and wrote the diploma exams with the kids in the high school gym.  Just so I could say I did it and out of spite...I never did go back to apply for the job there... I was too smart to work there...