SOME DAYS.........

Some days – it totally feels like I have towels in my chest! A real heavy – cottony – un-breathing feeling. Ever feel like that? It’s sort of like being depressed – but more like feeling like – maybe there won’t be a tomorrow. It’s funny how when I am feeling down – I can sit at the computer and type whatever comes to mind – I vent about all kinds of issues – I can spew forth all kinds of vile news – and my blog may not judge me – it’s probably not a fair trade to this poor blog page – but thanx for being there! Cause if I was to “vent” at home – MY GOD……Life as we know it would be changed forever – the world’s axis would tilt a few degrees – and the Ford household would implode! I am not there to vent – I am there to be the sounding board for other venters that also live there!

When people phone the main line here at work, I wish I could – well – give them my fantasy lines. You know – someone calls and asks if I can help them or if they can ask me a question – I would LOVE to answer “Look Lady-despite what you may think, the person who answers the phone and has to handle offices throughout the Province does not personally handle each job as well. I answer the phone and chances are – NO – I can’t help you!” Or when someone calls and asks you how the weather is before they get down to business. I would love to answer something like, ”I’d probably love to have a lengthy conversation with you about the weather or the week-end, however, did it ever occur to you when you’re asking me about the weather, that the ringing noise you hear in the background could possibly be other people trying to get through?”

I am having so much trouble focusing. Words just seem to end up being spelled incorrectly – the dictionary does not hi-lite them – as they are actual words – they are just the incorrect word. I was answering a proposal from some Aboriginal group – and they had the word Salmon in their group’s name. Well - I typed up the whole letter – and decided – and this is a rarity for me – to proof read the letter before handing it over for signature. Well – instead of typing the word SALMON – I had typed SEMEN!!!!!! Now wouldn’t THAT have gone over well if I hadn’t proofed it! As for where or why my fingers went to those letters on the keyboard to make THAT mistake everytime.......the brain (especially mine) works in mysterious ways! When I die - please put it in a freezer for future use....someone may want to use my brain someday - maybe as an ash tray or maybe a centre-piece for a dinner with Hannibal, either way it should really be put to use after I am done with it. Spelling-challenged, flustered, and still using my brain……………DIZ