Where did the time go.

So there are only 13 days left before Mark and I are on a plane to Europe. If you are counting only days of work left before we leave Mark has 6 and I have 10. I'm not sure when or how this happened because just yesterday there was still 146 days to go.

That being said, I'm COMPLETELY not ready. The only thing that I am actively doing is, no longer putting my clothes away after doing the laundry. What if I forget the pink shirt that I really like? I'd better leave it out. The passports are already in the suitcase. (another story entirely-let's just say that once you've been in one apartment fire, anytime you smell something burning, you throw all you own into your new suitcase just to see "how much it can hold").

We have most of what we wanted to bring for gifts. Maple syrup, socks with the Canada flag on them, maple syrup, Canada t-shirts, maple syrup, clover honey, maple syrup....

Mark has everything planned out carefully for us. I LOVE him. I haven't had to do a thing. He's booked tickets online for us to go the museum in Florence where Michelangelo's David in on display and he's read everything we'll need to know while we're there.

We'll be posting online about where we are and what we're doing, mostly here, but on facebook as well. If I can, I'll try to get some pictures posted.

I should probably go and take out our wedding pictures out of the suitcase.

Katharina Victoria Penner Bennett

I love you.

Thanks for a great day!

Excuse me while I rant...

OK, first let me tell you that I already know that I'm going to sound like both my Mother and my Father...

There is no work shortage in Kelowna and I understand that people really have to struggle to find employees who want to work in retail, fast food, gas stations etc...Which are not glamorous jobs, I'm sure, but jobs none the less.

This is the problem that I have....Where is the service in this customer service industry??? I recently was at the mall with a friend and we stopped for lunch. I placed my order and when what I received was not at all what I asked for, I was told, "Oh, we made a mistake - you need to pay more". Pardon me???

As we made our way through the shops on that rainy day, we saw and heard so many stories like -last nights party-the fact that Jesse no longer likes Brianne-and what is going to happen when Julie finds out? In one particular store, we stood there waiting for someone to acknowledge our presence and saw all 4 employees (one wasn't even working-he just stopped in to chat - how nice) ignore the fact that we were there, ready and more than willing to throw some cold hard cash their way. Silly me, I thought they worked on commission.

Stop me if I'm going to far....

I had to actually ask the girls, sorry - Baristas, at Starbucks last week if I could interrupt their conversation about how the medication the the lovely dark haired girl had been given for her strep throat was o.k. because she could still drink while taking it. (In case you're wondering, it all turned out OK because her ex was going to be at the same party and she really shouldn't drink around him anyway.)

I don't think that I'm being unreasonable...all I ask for is the following:

• acknowledge me sooner rather than when you feel like it, as I may be on lunch or in a hurry
• say please when you ask me for my money, I'm positive that I've worked my tail off for it and I know that I said please when I asked for your help.
• "thank you" goes farther than you could possible know.

That being said, I think that I will go, curl up with a good book, some chamomile tea and stay away from anyone being paid to "help me".

Thank you.

The Letter(s)

Dear XXXXXX
I would like to appologize for my behavior on May 29, 2007 that led to you "having" to call my wife. What I did was irresponsible, juvenile and did not show you the respect you deserve.
When I am at work I am paid to perform certain duties and should do so in a mature, prompt fashion. Not in the fashion that I did on May 29th, 2007.
I still have not been able to watch television, play Playstation, use the Internet or even go looking at bikes.
I hope that this letter shows you that I am truly sorry for the disrespect that I showed you, and I will endeavor to perform to the best of my abilities in the future.
Sincerely yours,
Mark.

P.S. you are a poophead.


Dear Cara:
I am sorry that you were taken away from your work on May 29th, to have to deal with a phone call from my supervisor in regards to my lack of work ethic, and my poor behaviour at work.
I am sorry for this.
While I am at it there are some other things I should clear the air about
1) I am sorry I shrunk some of your clothes in the dryer.
2) I am sorry I don't always pass along phone messages.
3) I am sorry I drank all the milk and just put water in the jug.
4) I am sorry that while you are sleeping, I make faces at you.
5) I am sorry that I got you to sign a form to have our last name legally changed to "Awesome" without you knowing.
6) I am sorry that I used your good scrapbooking scissors to cut popcans open when i had a really good idea for Christmas tree decorations. (It didn't work as well as I thought)
7) I am sorry that while you are at work I let stray dogs into the apartment and dress them up in your clothes.
So really when you think about it, getting a phone call from my work is not that bad. I will try not to let it happen again, but lets keep things in perspective.
Sincerely yours
Mark Awesome

p.s. you are not a poophead.

The Call

I got the call today.

At Work.

For the parents out there, it's the call that you get from the principal.

For me, it's from my husbands' boss.....

"Hi Cara, It's Camille."

"Hi Camille."

"Mark's misbehaving and he won't listen to me, so I told him I was calling you."

"Frankly, Camille, I've been expecting this call for the last 10 years. Please tell him to settle down and get back work. I don't want to have to haul my butt down there. And can you please tell him that his privileges have now been taken away. No T.V., No PlayStation, and no bike."

"No, bike?", says Mark in the background, "I don't have a bike."

"I know, and now you can't have one".

"Thanks, Cara"

"No problem Camille. have a good day."

Apparently he was at work and was making faces at his superiors when they asked him to complete his tasks.

Mark and I had a little chat about responsibility after work today, so there will no more calls.

Although, I couldn't see what he was doing behind my back as I walked away.

My new scrapblog

My Turn

I've been tagged by Dawn to answer the following.

One word answers only... no explanations.

Okay, here goes

Yourself: happy

Your Partner: unconditional

Your Hair: maddening

Mother: giving

Your Father: inspiring

Your Favorite Item: camera

Your Dream Last Night: strange

Your Favorite Drink: frappacino

Your Dream Car: mini

Dream Home: modern

The Room You Are In: computer

Your Fear: spiders

Where You Want to be in Ten Years: comfortable

Who You Hung Out With Last Night: friends

You're Not: political

One of Your Wish List Items: dog

The Last Thing You Did: nap

You Are Wearing: pyjamas

Your Favorite Weather: sunny

Your Favorite Book: emotional

Last Thing You Ate: dinner

Your Life: peaceful

Your Mood: sleepy

Your Best Friend: husband

What Are You Thinking About Right Now: dessert

Your Car: tercel

What Are You Doing At The Moment: relaxing

Relationship Status: married

What Is On Your TV: games

What Is The Weather Like: cloudy

When Is The Last Time You Laughed: today


There you go. I don't don't know anyone else taggable. However if I were to go off Dawn's list of "bloggin' babes", (which I'm honored to be a member of), I tag Cheryl and Fern if they haven't been already.