Yes, I own two of the same blazer in different colours. After finding that green Vero Moda blazer at Winners, I discovered that The Bay had it in red. Red is just so bold and bright and wanted to add more of it to my wardrobe. But that mint green blazer was such a lovely colour too. I debated briefly and then decided to purchase the red one as well. One can never have too many Vero Moda blazers. I just feel ready to take on the world when I wear it. I got this black top from H&M. I think it was at the one at West Edmonton Mall actually. I’ve only been there once. I was there for my brother’s and sister’s youth bowling tournament when they made it to the Nationals. My dad was a coach and so they needed another adult to stay with them while he went to meetings. So I got to spend 3 days standing in a bowling alley. But on the first day, we had free time to briefly visit the mall. I remember I almost bought this top in green, but I’m glad I decided on the black. I remember there was no PST because it was Alberta so I was pleasantly surprised. My video game heart necklace is from Fan Expo Expo Vancouver and my red earrings are from a kiosk at Lansdowne Centre.
When I came home last night, I walked past my brother’s bedroom and we had this conversation:
Brother: Come here.
Brother: I need something from you.
Brother: Words of encouragement.
Me: For what?
Brother: Cross country. The race is tomorrow.
Usually when someone needs something from me it’s money or help with homework or something. That may have been the first time someone’s asked me for “words of encouragement”. So I wished him good luck. That sucks that they had to run in the rain. But good for him. The only time I run willingly in the rain is to catch a bus. And I remember struggling through the 100 metre race at our mandatory track meets. No way in hell would I join cross country. And there’s my brother, willingly running long distances. Apparently they had to do laps around Garry Point Park. I wonder how he did.
Mom: Can you get your dirty feet off the pillow?
Brother: Why? Life is short.
I called home after work yesterday to talk to my mom and my brother answered the phone.
Brother: Hi Dominique, did you buy some Lucky Charms?
Me: No. Didn’t I just buy a family size box on Saturday?
Me: And you finished it already.
Brother: Yeah, it’s a small box.
Me: It’s family size, it’s supposed to last.
Brother: Not when two people are eating it.
Me: Who are the two people?
Brother: Me and Nicholas.
Me: But it’s supposed to be enough for a whole family, not just two people.
Brother: Oh well. It’s a small box. Anyways, what do you want?
Me: Is mom there?
Brother: I don’t know.
Me: What do you mean you don’t know?
Brother: (starts singing the Corner Gas them song “I don’t know, I just don’t know…”) Hey Nicholas, where’s mom?
Me: Is she there?
Brother: Not at the moment.
Me: Where is she?
Brother: I don’t know.
Me, Okay, can you ask her to call me?
Brother: Okay. (Starts singing The Littlest Hobo theme song “Maybe tomorrow…”)
Me: Okay, bye.
Later when my mom called me back, my brother picked up the other receiver and we could hear him whispering something as we talked. He was saying “Lucky Charms” repeatedly.
My brothers are in Grade 5. In their class, they are learning about DARE, drug abuse resistance education. In a homework assignment, they were required to write about drugs and the decisions that people make about them. I happened to read one of my brother’s rough drafts. He talked about tobacco, marijuana, and alcohol. In talking about these, he was required to give examples. One particular example, regarding alcohol, hit a little too close to home. Here is an excerpt of what he wrote:
“For example: My older sister Dominique was at our Aunts house, and she was drinking lots of wine. Than she fell asleep fast because she drank too much. After, we had to carry her to a bed which was in a room, but unfortunately, we bumped her head on a door. Luckily she didn’t feel it because she was sleeping. This can happen to you if you drink too much.”
Yeah. He’s handing that in. Luckily, his teacher is one who wasn’t there when I was in elementary school, and therefore doesn’t know me. So it’s okay. And his description isn’t that bad. That’s pretty much what happened. I happened to be sitting near the bottles of wine, and somehow got the task of pouring it for people. And every time I poured a glass for someone else, I usually poured some more for myself as well. Without eating.
Dinner did not come soon enough. And so apparently at some point I put my head down on the table and didn’t lift it back up again. It took a couple minutes and then someone asked if I was okay. And then apparently my mom and my sister sort of carried me to the bedroom. But not before they accidentally hit my head against the wall and then dropped me and then laughed about it. I have such a loving family.
I ended up spending the night at my aunt’s house. I remember my parents attempting to get me to leave with them later but that obviously wasn’t going to happen. My brother had a basketball game that night, and there was no way I would have been able to sit through it. Perhaps my subconscious made me drink too much, so that I could avoid having to sit through a basketball game?
This happened like three years ago. My siblings never let me forget it. “Remember that time you got drunk…” is often a conversation opener that comes up every now and then for whatever reason. My sister also used this example for her religion homework one year, I think when she was in Grade 9. I’m not sure what the topic was. But yeah. She had a teacher that I never had as well thankfully. I think her description was more detailed as well. And I believe one of the lines was something like “and then we dropped her and she hit her head. It was so funny!”. I don’t think her teacher was amused.
I’d like to think that I’m a good older sister. I set a good example. A good example of what not to do. I believe I have successfully put my brothers and sister off of drinking. And least for a while. Sadly, this was not the only time they had seen me drink too much. Cause you know, once isn’t enough to let the message sink in. That’s how much I care.