Yeah, we are. Your Pop Emberley and my Nan, are brother and sister. Our Mom's are first cousins, so we'd be second cousins. I think we should have met by now!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Think back - which present have ever made you the most happy? And who gave it to you?
God, that would be Geoff, this year, with a ticket to the GBS show.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The Most Wonderful Time of The Year!
Ah, its once again my favourite time of the year! The Christmas season is upon us! And I love it, everything about it. The smells, sounds, sights...the overall good feeling that one feels this time of year!
Truth be told, I have always been one of those people who have enjoyed Christmas to the fullest. I still cannot sleep on Christmas Eve, and this year will probably be no exception as the excitement will get the better of me.
I am most excited to decorate and put the tree up. That has always been my favourite thing to do during the holidays. I still need to get my shopping done, and decorate, and of course I still have finals for the fall semester at school to deal with, but I cannot help but feel the spirit!
Bring on the songs, the lights, the smells, the fresh baked cookies and turkey dinner! Bring on 2+ weeks of vacation, a Rex Goudie concert, and a Great Big Sea Christmas show. I really cannot wait for Christmas break to begin.
Bring it on!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Save Me...Cause Saving's What I Need
I can't believe what I've just done. I've just severed ties with one the one most important people in my life. And it feels like there is a dagger piercing my heart right now. Yet I can't find the words to really say what I want to say.
It angers me that she doesn't believe that I'm sick. It pisses me off that she can come into my apartment, yelling at me the way she did. I would NEVER, even though we have gotten into fights, yell at her in her own place like that. If she was truly worried, she wouldn't yell, or scream, or accuse me of lying to her.
Only I know the truth about school. I am not in danger of getting kicked out anymore. I had problems with one course, and now I've taken care of that. Discussed it with teachers and a guidance counselor. No, I'm not lazy. Not in the least.
But y'know what, maybe I'm better off without her. It comes down to this. Where the rubber meets the road. And I'm a lot stronger than I used to be. I'm not that little girl that you used to have to take care of, shelter, and protect. I wish you'd stop hovering and treating me like a baby. You're the only one who sees my disability when you look at me, and I'm sick of it.
"I'm stronger than yesterday/Its nothing but my way/My loneliness ain't killing me no more/I am stronger!"
Scratch that.
Right now I feel like I am about to fall apart. I feel as desperate as I did back in August of last year. Like I want out. Like I have nowhere else to turn. No other alternative. I feel like I need someone to wrap their arms around me and tell that its going to alright.
But I know I've got no physical person to do that right now.
God, I feel so alone. . .
It angers me that she doesn't believe that I'm sick. It pisses me off that she can come into my apartment, yelling at me the way she did. I would NEVER, even though we have gotten into fights, yell at her in her own place like that. If she was truly worried, she wouldn't yell, or scream, or accuse me of lying to her.
Only I know the truth about school. I am not in danger of getting kicked out anymore. I had problems with one course, and now I've taken care of that. Discussed it with teachers and a guidance counselor. No, I'm not lazy. Not in the least.
But y'know what, maybe I'm better off without her. It comes down to this. Where the rubber meets the road. And I'm a lot stronger than I used to be. I'm not that little girl that you used to have to take care of, shelter, and protect. I wish you'd stop hovering and treating me like a baby. You're the only one who sees my disability when you look at me, and I'm sick of it.
"I'm stronger than yesterday/Its nothing but my way/My loneliness ain't killing me no more/I am stronger!"
Scratch that.
Right now I feel like I am about to fall apart. I feel as desperate as I did back in August of last year. Like I want out. Like I have nowhere else to turn. No other alternative. I feel like I need someone to wrap their arms around me and tell that its going to alright.
But I know I've got no physical person to do that right now.
God, I feel so alone. . .
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
way hey hey, its just an ordinary day
Today is just one of those days. You know those days when you feel like you should never gotten out of bed in the first place? Yeah, one of those. But I got up and forged ahead, convinced that it was only as bad as I was making it out to be, and that I could get through it.
But I got to school and felt overwhelmed. It felt like everything was closing in around me. I felt like I was having a panic attack and that I needed to cry, but I couldn't do that in front of my classmates. So I excused myself, as class had not yet started, and headed for the bathroom.
My friend Dianne, seeing that I was upset, followed me. She said she understood where I was coming from, and that it was going to be alright. I let the tears flow like I'd never let them flow in front of her before. Then, almost like an angel, the guidance counselor, Suzanne, came in and saw that I was upset. I only realize now that Dianne must have gone and spoken to her, gotten her to come and help me out.
And thank god for Suzanne and her help. When I left school today, I felt a lot less stressed. My biggest stresser is gone, the huge weight on my shoulders lifted. I feel like I can breathe again.
I didn't realize how much of an effect it had taken on me. Sylvia said I wasn't myself, and she knew that something was up. When I confessed to her what that was, she understood, and was also able to give me good advice.
She and I have had our rough spots no doubt, but she, like my mother, understands me, and gives me that little extra push, or that kick in the butt that I need to get going again. Almost like a second mother I guess. I really don't know where I'd be with school if it wasn't for her. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank her enough for all she's done.
But I got to school and felt overwhelmed. It felt like everything was closing in around me. I felt like I was having a panic attack and that I needed to cry, but I couldn't do that in front of my classmates. So I excused myself, as class had not yet started, and headed for the bathroom.
My friend Dianne, seeing that I was upset, followed me. She said she understood where I was coming from, and that it was going to be alright. I let the tears flow like I'd never let them flow in front of her before. Then, almost like an angel, the guidance counselor, Suzanne, came in and saw that I was upset. I only realize now that Dianne must have gone and spoken to her, gotten her to come and help me out.
And thank god for Suzanne and her help. When I left school today, I felt a lot less stressed. My biggest stresser is gone, the huge weight on my shoulders lifted. I feel like I can breathe again.
I didn't realize how much of an effect it had taken on me. Sylvia said I wasn't myself, and she knew that something was up. When I confessed to her what that was, she understood, and was also able to give me good advice.
She and I have had our rough spots no doubt, but she, like my mother, understands me, and gives me that little extra push, or that kick in the butt that I need to get going again. Almost like a second mother I guess. I really don't know where I'd be with school if it wasn't for her. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank her enough for all she's done.
Christmas Show
So, there have been a lot of rumors of a Great Big Sea Christmas show this year at the Delta Hotel Ballroom in St. John's, NL. Some do not know whether or not to believe the rumour. But I do.
Y'see, I am facebook friends with the opening act Barry Canning, and this is what was on an event of his just last month:
If I ever needed proof, this is surely it right? But this is not the only proof I have. Just a few days ago, www.admission.com had this posting:
Something tells me that I know what I'm doing come December 28, 2010! See you there!
ETA: I was right! On November 16, there was this announcement from greatbigsea.com:
Time to get my party on!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
..kitten puppy dragon thingies; hockey vs geminis
So as I sat down tonight to watch television, I had a dilemma. What do I watch? Hockey or the Geminis? It's truly a tough call, as I love both, and my fave show, Republic of Doyle, is up for a few awards. 0-2 thus far, but we'll see how the rest of the night goes.
So, I ask you, what is a girl to do? I love my Saturday night hockey, and my Habs, but the Geminis are celebrating their 25th year, and they are being hosted by Glee's Cory Monteith. :)
So, I couldn't choose just one right? Right. So, I decided to watch both. Thus far, my Habs are up 5-2 after two periods with the Carolina Hurricanes, and my fave player, Mike Cammalleri, has scored as well. Looks like a good game thus far.
And on the Gemini's, while presenting with some lady from Dragon's Den, Allan Hawco had the best line of the night thus far: "Us actors make you dragons look like kitten puppy dragon thingies!" I laughed, hard. Gotta love that sexy Allan Hawco as Jake Doyle from Republic of Doyle:
Sexy right?
And some hot Habs hockey players
God I love being Canadian!
picniking
I dunno if any of you have tried picniking on Facebook, but it is a load of fun. All you have to do, once in the picniking application on Facebook (find it by typing picnik into the search window) is select the photo that you want to use, and then play with it.
You can add different effects, and texts, and even stickers and borders if you so choose. Here are some examples of picniked work:
You can add different effects, and texts, and even stickers and borders if you so choose. Here are some examples of picniked work:
So, that's all there is to it really. Here's a link to my work. Enjoy!
TWLOHA (To Write Love On Her Arms) Day 2010; Winning the Battle
So, today is TWLOHA Day 2010.
I don't know how to describe it, to be honest, so we'll just leave the hard stuff up to wikipedia.org. Here's the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Write_Love_on_Her_Arms
I participated in this cause last year, and I've chosen to do so again this year. I think its important to show support and present hope for people struggling with addiction, depression, self-injury, and thoughts of suicide.
Not all of you know this, but I have battled with depression for the last 9 years. There have been many times when I've thought about ending it all. I had thought of ways to do it, but had never thought I would carry through on any of them.
But then in August of last year, after returning home from a trip to Toronto, I crashed from the high. I was back home, home was boring, and nobody seemed to understand. I felt so alone. I felt like nobody cared, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. So I went to the bathroom, and I took the nearest thing I could find. I think it was reactine, if memory serves me correctly. I downed whatever was left of them, and then just waited for the pain to stop.
But somewhat luckily I guess, Mom found the empty box, and questioned me on what I had done. I slowly owned up to it, and then we rushed to the hospital. The whole way there, my stomach was in knots. What had I done? Had I just tried to kill myself? Yes, that's exactly what I had done. And I hated myself for it.
When at the hospital, I kept thinking of all the people I would be letting down. My mom, for one. The woman who had brought me into the world, and given me life. The rest of my family, my adopted sisters, my adopted nephews, especially Paddy. He looks up to me, I thought, how could I let him down. And Alan from GBS. His songs had always pulled me through, and I hadn't thought to listen to Ordinary Day that day. How would he feel, knowing what I'd just attempted? I couldn't believe all the people I was letting down.
But luckily, by the Grace of God, I am still here today, and stronger than I have ever been. I have the best friends and family a woman could ask for, and someday I resolve to tell Alan that he's saved my life, literally. I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him and the music of GBS.
So now, to show my support for my own cause, and for others going through the same things I did, I ask you to write love on your arms, and post a picture of it on facebook, or twitter, or whatever social networking site you use.
Here's mine:
I don't know how to describe it, to be honest, so we'll just leave the hard stuff up to wikipedia.org. Here's the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Write_Love_on_Her_Arms
I participated in this cause last year, and I've chosen to do so again this year. I think its important to show support and present hope for people struggling with addiction, depression, self-injury, and thoughts of suicide.
Not all of you know this, but I have battled with depression for the last 9 years. There have been many times when I've thought about ending it all. I had thought of ways to do it, but had never thought I would carry through on any of them.
But then in August of last year, after returning home from a trip to Toronto, I crashed from the high. I was back home, home was boring, and nobody seemed to understand. I felt so alone. I felt like nobody cared, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. So I went to the bathroom, and I took the nearest thing I could find. I think it was reactine, if memory serves me correctly. I downed whatever was left of them, and then just waited for the pain to stop.
But somewhat luckily I guess, Mom found the empty box, and questioned me on what I had done. I slowly owned up to it, and then we rushed to the hospital. The whole way there, my stomach was in knots. What had I done? Had I just tried to kill myself? Yes, that's exactly what I had done. And I hated myself for it.
When at the hospital, I kept thinking of all the people I would be letting down. My mom, for one. The woman who had brought me into the world, and given me life. The rest of my family, my adopted sisters, my adopted nephews, especially Paddy. He looks up to me, I thought, how could I let him down. And Alan from GBS. His songs had always pulled me through, and I hadn't thought to listen to Ordinary Day that day. How would he feel, knowing what I'd just attempted? I couldn't believe all the people I was letting down.
But luckily, by the Grace of God, I am still here today, and stronger than I have ever been. I have the best friends and family a woman could ask for, and someday I resolve to tell Alan that he's saved my life, literally. I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him and the music of GBS.
So now, to show my support for my own cause, and for others going through the same things I did, I ask you to write love on your arms, and post a picture of it on facebook, or twitter, or whatever social networking site you use.
Here's mine:
Stay strong!
Krista
Friday, November 12, 2010
where will we go, where will we hide?
Just got some new music.
Scott Grimes album "Drive".
Its absolutely amazing.
Standout track is "Hide" although the other tracks are growing on me.
And here is the video for the song I think is a standout- Hide. You'll see some familiar faces in there-- Alan Doyle, Russell Crowe, and Kevin Durand, with who Scott shared the screen in Robin Hood. Check that out too, if you already haven't. :)
Scott Grimes album "Drive".
Its absolutely amazing.
Standout track is "Hide" although the other tracks are growing on me.
And here is the video for the song I think is a standout- Hide. You'll see some familiar faces in there-- Alan Doyle, Russell Crowe, and Kevin Durand, with who Scott shared the screen in Robin Hood. Check that out too, if you already haven't. :)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tell Me Something Good
So, since I started off with something negative, now lets focus on the positive. You recall how I mentioned that I have tickets to two different concerts? Well here's the proof:
I only have the receipt for the ticket right now, because the tickets themselves are not in yet. They're going to call when the tickets come in.
Rex Goudie info
RUN
He's done more since then, but I have remained a faithful fan, and its easy to see why. Not only is he talented, but he's easy on the eyes too:
That's all for now. Might be back later.
Cheers
I'm in the very first row for this show, the Irish Descendants one, and am so excited! I have been an irish descendants fan for as long as I can remember. In fact, I cannot remember not liking them. Check them out at http://www.irishdescendants.com/ if you're interested enough.
Here is one of my favourite songs by them:
The second artist I have a ticket to go see is Rex Goudie. For those of you who don't know him, Rex finished second on the third season of Canadian Idol.
Rex Goudie info
RUN
He's done more since then, but I have remained a faithful fan, and its easy to see why. Not only is he talented, but he's easy on the eyes too:
That's all for now. Might be back later.
Cheers
You Want a War Bitch? You've Got One
So, I've been wanting to do a blog for a while now, but never had a good reason to do so. Well, up until last night that was.
I had just arrived home after spending a wonderful evening with my mother and stepfather. We'd gone for dinner, done some shopping, and I had bought a couple of concert tickets to two upcoming shows that I wanted to see, but I digress.
I get a message around 9:00 pm last night, from a friend alerting me to a nasty blog that had been written about me. So I followed the link, and I set in to read. And let me tell you, what I saw certainly wasn't the kind of thing you want to read about yourself.
This person was clearly bashing me, and at first, I was angry. How could she talk about me like that? I then drafted a response on my own Facebook page, but later deleted it. I did not want to be reminded of her.
But that didn't work. Because some how this bitch has posted comments from my wall on her blog, and is making all kinds of snarky remarks about me. http://farkthis.livejournal.com/
You want a war bitch? Oh you've got one now. You don't mess with me and expect me to just roll over do you? Hell no bitch. I am not that kind of woman. I can be nasty and down right mean when it serves me good, and come to think of it, I haven't gotten mad at someone in a very long time. You might just be that outlet that I need.
Oh, and for those of you interested, this is her:
I had just arrived home after spending a wonderful evening with my mother and stepfather. We'd gone for dinner, done some shopping, and I had bought a couple of concert tickets to two upcoming shows that I wanted to see, but I digress.
I get a message around 9:00 pm last night, from a friend alerting me to a nasty blog that had been written about me. So I followed the link, and I set in to read. And let me tell you, what I saw certainly wasn't the kind of thing you want to read about yourself.
This person was clearly bashing me, and at first, I was angry. How could she talk about me like that? I then drafted a response on my own Facebook page, but later deleted it. I did not want to be reminded of her.
But that didn't work. Because some how this bitch has posted comments from my wall on her blog, and is making all kinds of snarky remarks about me. http://farkthis.livejournal.com/
You want a war bitch? Oh you've got one now. You don't mess with me and expect me to just roll over do you? Hell no bitch. I am not that kind of woman. I can be nasty and down right mean when it serves me good, and come to think of it, I haven't gotten mad at someone in a very long time. You might just be that outlet that I need.
Oh, and for those of you interested, this is her:
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