Kris's journals

I feel like my life has been so boring lately, it hasn't even been worth writing about in a journal.  Nobody likes reading crappy boring journals about someone's lame life.  I looked at my recent journal posts to see exactly what I've spoken about since moving here and realized I haven't said much about anything, just really vague facts.  The truth is that yes I'm extremely busy between both jobs, school and trying to fit in time for friends and homework- but I still have amazing stories that I can share of things I'm doing or learning about everyday.

A few days ago I subscribed to a trade company magazine (they manufacture embalming chemicals) and on their website in the members only section they have years worth of the articles archived.  In order to get accepted and access you have to either be in mortuary school or working in a funeral home aiming towards future schooling.  I got accepted and started reading through the latest issue online yesterday.  The most fascinating article for me was the reconstruction of a man's skull after being violently attacked with a crowbar.  The procedures for repairing the damage is more difficult and creative than one would think, it goes far beyond simply patching up the skin and moving on.  This is the type of work that is drawing me towards this industry.  To take a body that is badly damaged and by using what seems like nothing short of a miracle, making the body appear whole again for loved ones to say goodbye.

At the funeral home, my job is to answer the phone, help with funeral and viewing services, writing obituaries, obtaining death certificates, transfer bodies from the prep room to the viewing area and any odds and ends that are necessary in a given weekend.  One task I've been working on during the slow period of the day is filing invoices from over 10 years ago.  The most fascinating part about this fairly mundane task is that along with the invoices are the medical certificates of death that shows how the deceased died.  I have seen everything from suicides to violent crime, but the saddest still remains the death's of babies and children.   

 I retired most of my ear piercings about a month ago in preparation for working in the funeral home and having a more conservative and "acceptable" appearance.  I even took out my lowbrets last Saturday and I miss them terribly.  I am down to the bare basics of my nostrils, septum, nipples, daith, tragus, navel and genital.  Oh the joys of growing up.  *sigh*

   

   It's been 2 weeks since the move.  It was a loooooooooooong fucking day and felt like an even longer drive.  My kitties were stressed and shedding hair by the handfuls in my jeep and they scratched up my dashboard something fierce until they realized walking on it while I'm driving is a poor decision.  Aside from all my fish dying however, it was a pretty good move and nothing was damaged or broken.  I had my 2 interviews last week for funeral homes in the city and got hired with one of them- It was my first choice and I start this weekend!  The funeral director seems like a really cool guy to work for and I'm really stoked on working with the staff.  It's a beautiful funeral home and it's through the same franchise company I did my volunteer work for in Saskacthewan.  They have numerous locations throughout Canada and have 5 locations in Edmonton alone.  This is great news for my apprenticeship next fall, and even better news for relocating to the East coast in the future. 

   The other huge news in my life is that I recieved my test results back from my heart echo.  It came back negative!  I didn't think it was going to come back as anything serious, but it's always nice to know for sure that your healthy.  The doctor figures the murmur is simply blood sloshing around loudly since there doesn't appear to be any major complications otherwise.

Yup, it's true- I'm moving yet again.  I have 3 days left in this place and can't wait to get the truck packed and be on the road.  My apartment is a disaster with boxes piled up to the ceiling and things in various stages of dismantlement.  My kitties are stressed from the changes and I'm slightly stressed with the millions of things that need to be done but can't be touched yet because I still need to use them.  I just wish Tuesday would be here today.

It's 5am and I have to be at work in a few hours.  I can't sleep due to stress and just too much thinking.  I'm still awaiting my results from my echo, still awaiting a birthday package in the mail, and I start school on Tuesday.  I haven't been in school for the last 6 years so finally deciding to go back has been a huge step for me and I'm excited as hell for it.  I've also decided to move back to Edmonton this fall since I've accomplished everything I moved back home for and I'm tired/bored/sick of this place.  I'm going to Edmonton on Sept. 8th for Rancid, and during this time to find an apartment and organize my move for the beginning of October.   I have nothing packed yet, and no idea how well the apartment hunting will go.  I always get stressed about moving although I know it will be fine.  Hopefully I won't have too many more sleepless nights worrying about things I shouldn't.

I'm back!!  I've been in Nova Scotia for the last little while and I'm finally home from my great adventure.  I had an amazing time and I can honestly say N.S. is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.  It seems so untouched compared to the prairies and the industrialization of pretty much everywhere that I have traveled so far.  Instead of cleared farmland like I am used to, it's vast forests and lakes galore.  It's amazing and so hard to describe. 

On a bit of a lame note- I was diagnosed with a heart murmur a few weeks ago, and on Friday when I returned home I had to go for my echo to find out if it's severe or not.  I'm trying to be positive about the whole situation, but it's still hard to swallow the idea that I am not as healthy as I've always believed myself to be.  To know that something is wrong with me and that this could ultimately one day play a part in my death.  I will be finding out the results within the next week and will keep everyone updated.

So just a quick update about my previous entry regarding the pathetic psycho who had to leave the beautiful and random message as to how I've insulted her by getting tattoo's at such a young age.  Turns out her 15 year old son she was talking about (who is now 27) is a friend of mine.  Perhaps next time the stunned cunt wants to stir shit, she better make sure that it's not going to explode in her face.

So this morning I wake up and check my facebook to find a random message left by some random chick.  It (in not so nice terms) states that getting tattoo's unless your middle aged is totally insulting to her... or unless they mean something.  Although she then states that she got her first tattoo at 15 and her last when she turned 54 with her 15 year old son... but this is fine because there are always exceptions to the rules.  I really liked how she blocked me so I cannot even resond back because you know how it is to be told the truth that your a dumb bitch.  But since I can't respond to her, my coworkers I'm sure will easily be able to find her and leave her a nice little reply. 

In positive news however, I did a corset project last night and had my two apprentices tag team another project.  The piercings went wonderful and today the girls are showing up to be cleaned up and laced up.  I'll be sure to take pictures and post them later!

Today my baby kitty is getting the good old chop chop!  Over the last week he's been "experimenting" with humping the middle of my other cats back.  My other cat has been fixed for the last 5 years so I'm not really worried about having more kittens, but I'm definitely not cool with Bateman wandering around the apartment pissing on my shit "to mark his territory."  I've waited as long as I could before having to take him to get fixed (the SPCA has guidelines set up that we agree to get him fixed within a certain time period after adoption)  I'm going to feel so bad for the lil guy later.

Tomorrow I leave for Vegas and the tattoo convention.  Boo yah!  This will be my final open invitation to whoever will be in Vegas on Friday and wishes to come out for drinks.  I shall be at the Double Down sometime during Friday night for my birthday bash (it all depends when my drunken ass stumbles in there)  So if you come out, stop me and say hey.  It should be quite the night!

p.s.  Toryn, I'm texting your ass tomorrow when I get in!