"Have You Ever?"


Have you ever loved somebody so much
It makes you cry
Have you ever needed something so bad
You can't sleep at night
Have you ever tried to find the words
But they don't come out right
Have you ever, have you ever

Have you ever been in love
Been in love so bad
You'd do anything to make them understand
Have you ever had someone steal your heart away
You'd give anything to make them feel the same
Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart
But you don't know what to say
And you don't know where to start


Have you ever found the one
You've dreamed of all of your life
You'd do just about anything to look into their eyes
Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to
Only to find that one won't give their heart to you
Have you ever closed your eyes and
Dreamed that they were there
And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care


What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby
What do I gotta say to get to your heart
To make you understand how I need you next to me
Gotta get you into my world
'Cuz baby I can't sleep


Happy Wednesday all...Man I sit here and think I can't wait until this week is over...and I realized how sad that is. I keep waiting and waiting for the week to be over..yet there is nothing but the same waiting next week. Next week I turn 27 and I have accomplished nothing in my life. I keep saying "When..." or "If only.." I get into these horrible pity moods cause of shit thats happened in the past to me and I wonder why I just cant seem to get what I want. I guess maybe its time to start realizing I am the problem and change. I am tired of being on the outside looking in, I want to live and be happy. LOL I may not have some mountian I can climb to sit and meditate but maybe one of these days I may just get high enough climbing these walls I've built up around myself

Yesterday my heart was broken. My all time favorite place in the world since I have been born was closed.
Rainbow Valley was the place dreams are made of-at least for a lot of us. It is a theme park located in Cavendish, PEI. But its not any theme park. First you knew you were there as you passed under a huge rainbow (every lil girls dream). Then you enter through a castle into a magical place. The was a talking owl who knew so many kids names, a witches cave that is still scary today, a magic show, tons and tons of rides, a rope bridge, giant mazes, paddle boats, swan boats, water slides and so so much more. You paid one admission and that was it (even today that price was only $15/adult). Once you crossed that castle bridge every kid was equal. The part of Rainbow Valley I will miss the most is the secure feeling. Because it was such a family place you never had to fear strangers. Once we were inside us kids were allowed free rein as long as we checked in every now and then.
At the first of spring the owners decided they wanted out and wanted to sell it, as they wanted it to remain the place they created. Unfortunatly they sold the land to the Gov't, who in return are making it walking and biking trails (you have to understand we already have this here).
It breaks my heart that I will never walk under that rainbow again. I will never take my children or grandchildren there, and the saddest part of all is the kids today and in the future will never experience one of childhoods last remaining totally innocent places.
I hate myself for not going this summer one last time. I just couldn't handle it and I prefered to leave my memories positive. This maybe something I will regret forever.
In the wake of the events going on in the US I do realize that materialistic things are just that and its the memories that last forever...I just wonder what kind of places will be here for my kids to gather these kind of heart warming pieces of youth

You bring a portable TV on a camping trip so that you don't miss Hockey Night.
You can repeat the entire Molson's Canadian 'The Rant'.
You know all the words to "If I had a million dollars" by The Barenaked Ladies, including the inter-stanza banter between Steven and Ed.
You dismiss all beers under 6% as "for children and the elderly."
You cried when Gus "drowned" on Road To Avonlea.
You remember when Alanis Morrissette was "Too Hot To Hold".
You watch MuchMusic constantly, in the hopes of occasional fleeting glimpses of The Tragically Hip.
You can sing "O' Canada" in French and actually know what the words mean.
You send angry letters to the CBC demanding the return of the Hinterland Who's Who spots so you can finally find out what happens to the arctic ptarmigan in winter.
You participate in Participaction!
You think Peter Mansbridge is sexy.
You think Lloyd Robertson is sexy.
You think Matt Damon is so-so.
Your backpack has more than one Canadian flag iron-on (and you always have room for more).
You have been on Speaker's Corner.
You know the French equivalents of "free", "prize" and "no sugar added", thanks to your extensive education in bilingual cereal packaging.
You still haven't taken down your "NON" posters from the 95 Referendum.
You know more than 3 guys named Gordon.
You think Ashley MacIssac isn't Celtic enough.
You can do the hand actions to Sharon, Lois and Bram's "Skin-a-marinki-dinki-do".
You know why "killerwhaletank" is funny.
You can eat more than one maple sugar candy without feeling nauseous.
You had a crush on Joey Jeremiah from Degrassi Junior High.
You know that a "Premier" isn't a baby born a few months early.
You actually watch The Gemini Awards, The Genie Awards, and The Juno Awards. You wonder why Stompin' Tom doesn't get his own category in all three.
You think -10 C is mild weather.
You have twins named Donovan and Bailey.
You have twins named Wayne and Gretzky (alternately Gordie and Howe).
You know the ingredients for poutine.
You know what happens in the Evergreen Forest when Bert Raccoon wakes up.
You substitute beer for water when cooking.
You know that the 'Extra Creamy' in Kraft Extra Creamy Dinner is 'add more milk.'
You prefer Elvis Stojko when he has 'hockey hair' - a.k.a. 'the mullet' or 'the shorty-longback'.
You brag about the sweet herb in BC.
You know the chorus of "The Log Driver's Waltz" and are particularly fond of the 'burling down and down' bit.
You recognize: CPP, RSP, and CCM.
You die a little inside if you can't get your Tim's double-double every morning.
You know the difference between real snow and "television" snow -- the white stuff that passes for snow on tv and in films. You scream, "For Christsake! That should be sticking to their pants!" and "Lookit, it's not melting! That's *so* not snow!" when watching 'Winter' scenes.
You know Casey and Finnegan are NOT a Celtic rock band or imported beer.
You've actually said, "Stay where yer at, 'till I gets where yer to."
You pity people who haven't tasted a "beavertail".
Complete the phrase: "The good old ____ game is the best ____ you can ____."
You have at least one ROOTS sweatshirt that always smells like cigarettes and beer.
You find it difficult to explain "milk in a bag" to non-Canadians, and even more difficult to describe the "snippy-thing" used on bag corners. (Bonus points if your collected snippy-things are stuck to your fridge.)
You're pretty sure you can see Alex Trebek smirking when Jeopardy contestants get the "Canada questions" wrong. Your Saturday nights in the Atlantic provinces include eating beans and brown bread as you watch Hockey Night in Canada.
You don't consider a date truly romantic until you've slow danced to Blue Rodeo's "Five Days in May". You accept "Lost Together" as a second option.
You call it a BUN not a "Roll"
Its called a WASHROOM not a lavatory or powder room or rest room.
You've ever had your tongue frozen to something.
You know that in Canada the mosquitoes have landing lights
You have more kilometers on your snow blower than your car.
You have 10 favourite recipes for moose meat.
You know that Canadian Tire on any Saturday is busier than the toy stores before Christmas.
You've taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled in with snow.
You owe more money on your snowmobile than on your car.
At least twice a year, the kitchen doubles a meat processing plant.
The most effective mosquito repellent is a shotgun.
Your snow blower gets stuck on the roof.
You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
You head south to go to your cottage.
You frequently clean grease off your barbeque so the bears won't prowl on your deck.
You know which leaves make for good toilet paper.
The major parish fund-raiser isn't bingo, it's sausage making.
You find -40C a little chilly.
The trunk of your car doubles as a freezer.
You can play road hockey on skates.
The municipality buys a Zamboni before a bus.
You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.
You wonder why there isn't a 5 dollar coin, as you can only use more change.
Your graduation formal dress was made of flannel.
You are excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada. You make a mental note to talk about it at work the next day.
You automatically read 'Z' as 'Zed' and don't give a damn that it doesn't rhyme with "now I know my abcs".
You've ever said, 'I need more flannel clothing.'

I made it back home but man am I ever wiped out. We had a lot of fun and well lets say I think we made the liquor store people very very happy.
Some shit happened that wasn't so good but it will be dealt with in time.
We really never did a whole lot of anything...Friday night we had a bonfire, drank, shot the shit and went to bed sometime in the am.
Saturday we got up (finally) made breakfast for what felt like a small town (and cooked it on what little pans, grills etc) that we had. Then we all went seperate ways -myself I went shopping and got some amazing deals...all in all I bought 10 toe rings, 2 anklets, a sarong, a photo album, 3 pairs of shorts, a tshirt,2 tin decorator boxes, a millon bottles of pepsi (hehe was a lil dry by times)and a beavertail pasrty (yum yum yum)and spent only like $40 for it all. Then we relaxed again with another bonfire and watched more and more people at the campground join our group. Bed came a lil earlier for most of us that night.
Then today we again cooked breakfast for too many people then we got ready for "Christmas in September". Complete with Santa and a Christmas tree...decorated in popcorn strings, marshmallow bulbs, toilet paper, glow sticks and an aluminmum foil star. LMAO can you say redneck Christmas Tree? Along with that we had fireworks and karaoke. Man some of my friends can sing.
Now I feel like I couldn't stay awake if all the naked NN men were here with me and thats not good so I am off too bed.

Well I made it..I may have crawled some of the way but I made it too the long weekend!!
I was supposed to work OT Saturday AND! Monday but I said screw it(based on some advice from the "oh so smart" Raj). So I am going camping for the weekend.
Well--- I am not sure you actually call it camping, hehe. I am going in a brand new 2006 camper. The campround is located behind the Cavendish Boardwalk..and includes all kind of trendy touristy stores and bars and restuarants. I think almost every peoson I have ever met is going. Basically we have one full section of the campground and so we are having one big kick ass party with alcohol (hehe put your shocked faces away), karaoke, one huge bonfire and well lots of drunk ass Canadians. Can some one please look out for my clothes Monday?? HEHE and if its your tent/camper I pass out in I will apologize now.

I can't believe the price of gas. Here where I live we are regulated by government so our increases in gas occurs only at teh beginning of every month. On Sept 1 our price went from 100.9/litre to 1.10..by 4 pm they changed it from anywhere from 1.35-1.38. By Tuesday they are saying we are going to over $2.00 a litre.
Its at the point now where a lot of people have no idea where they are going to find the money for oil for homes or how they are going to continue to go to work. Because of where I live, there are no busses, subways, etc. Either you own a car, carpool, or take a taxi.
Something needs to be done...and I mean for the regular people...not the ones driving around in huge SUV, etc. Ration gas if you have to but people need to live..if things keep getting higher and wages stay the same whats the point of working? No matter what you are going deeper and deeper in the whole every month.

Here is a link that I have recieved in an email..not 100% sure its accurate but its worth looking into [url]www.gasbuddy.com[/url]

The following are actual letters that Abigail Van Buren (Dear Abby) admitted
she was at a total loss to answer:

Dear Abby,
A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged
gym teacher, and the other is a social worker in her mid-twenties. These
two women go everywhere together, and I've never seen a man go into their
apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese?
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Dear Abby,
What can I do about all the sex, nudity, language and violence on my VCR?
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Dear Abby,
I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much I'm not even sure this
baby I'm carrying is even his.
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Dear Abby,
I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for
two years. It's getting expensive, and I think my boyfriend should share
half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.
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Dear Abby,
I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted
him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen
again. Should I believe him?
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Dear Abby,
Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a
good Christian home turn against his own?
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Dear Abby,
I joined the Navy to see the world. I've seen it. Now, how do I get out?
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Dear Abby,
My forty-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week
for two- and-a-half years. He must be crazy.
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Dear Abby,
Do you think it would be all right if I gave my doctor a little gift? I
tried for years to get pregnant and couldn't, and he did it.
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Dear Abby,
My mother is mean and short-tempered. Do you think she is going through her
mental pause?
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Dear Abby,
You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him
to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sex years ago and he is a
doctor. What now?

Tonight I went and got my eyebrows done.

For those who never have (although some of you should..yes I am talking to you Mr Unibrow hehe)I will explain it.

You go into this room with soft music, a comfy chair and usually nice smells. They great you with a smile and are so comfortating.
Then as you lay back in the chair, they rub some "stuff" over your eyebrows, then you feel a warm sensation as the heated wax is applied. They then smooth a piece of cloth over the wax and then EFFIN BAM!! they rip that damn lil bastered of a piece of material off, with the strength 10 men couldn't possess. Over and over they do this. Then finally they are done and they come in with the mini jaws-of (hair)life aka Tweezers and pluck you like a chicken. If you are lucky the girl will have great aim and only pluck the hair not the skin.
Finally the apply some kind of soother and you are done...mind you, now you are walking around with what I can best describe is red juice stains around you eyes ( you know--when you are a kid and you drink cherry juice and it stains a rim around your lips)Oh the price we pay for beauty.

Here is the scary part...for some reason I become unusually relaxed when they are doing this...to the point where if I wasnt scared of snoring *blush* I would fall asleep. This cannot be normal.

Note to the men...GO GET THIS DONE. I had the unfortunate experience once of getting a girl with huge boobs. I have never been so scared of suffocation in all my life.

Today was an ok day. Work went as well as work could. Then I cam home to a nice surprise...My landlord cooked me supper...BBQ Ribs, New Potatos and yummyyyyyyyyyy homemade bread.
Then I got my mail which had a cheque in it...always nice.
Now if Wednesday, Thursday and Friday go ok and I make it too the long weekend all will be good.
I think its going to be a girly week...getting my eyebrows and hair done and going shopping. Wooohooo got to love being a chickie =0)

~BTW hope Katrina has left everyone ok =0)~

Ok lol I am so weak.The going out instinct prevailed. BUT it turned out well! I went out and I won $300 woohooo!! So all is good! Mind you I may need to use that $300 to pay for a maid.HEHE or maybe that will cover costs for a photographer!