Once Upon a Holiday

This has been the second consecutive day to find me in a despairing and foul mood. 

I got to see a Christmas movie that I indicated in yesterday's post I had hoped to tune in early into that evening. It was 2015's Once Upon a Holiday.

Thumbs up! 

The lead actress seemed vaguely familiar, but it may only have been because she resembled some other actress. Her name was Briana Evigan, and I made a point of attempting to remember her name as the movie began. However, I quickly became confused because I found myself reciting the same last name as one of the supporting actors in the cast who was familiar to me ─ Greg Evigan.

Greg is getting on in years, but I have been familiar with this handsome 'leading man' for many years.

So I stopped the movie and came upstairs to research the actress's actual name, thinking that I must have forgotten her actual last name and somehow glommed onto the familiar "Evigan" surname.

I had made no mistake. Briana is Greg's daughter.

There were lots of things that I liked about Briana and her personal mannerisms ─ quite apart from her very good looks and wonderfully attractive smile.

One thing that soon enough struck me was that she seemed to have very athletically muscular legs. Her calves would flex nicely when she walked ─ this is not something I see in most beautiful actresses. They seem to have no flex to their calves when they walk.

She definitely has great legs!

Briana Evigan

Then I can across this YouTube video of her exercising at seaside ─ I am only going to link to the video, rather than embed it, just in case the video gets deleted from YouTube one day and my post is left with an ugly blank spot: BRIANA TELLS ALL - Episode #34 Beach Day - Combo Workout.

The young woman definitely has a grand set of legs! No wonder she makes fitness videos on YouTube under the account TheBrianaEvigan.

Apart from those legs, I loved her almost hoarse voice that sounds wonderfully husky.

I would love to see her in other movies, but as Wikipedia says, she seems predominantly cast in slasher-style features, and I am not a fan of those ─ I hate seeing women getting tortured and slaughtered.

I had two glasses of Merlot while watching the movie, and it may have been approaching 10 p.m. by the time I got to bed ─ with my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for a planned walk here in north Surrey that likely turned out to be at least 5¾ miles.

I failed to sleep through to my alarm, and because I was so awake I opted to use the bathroom on the chance that the small relief gotten would make relaxing into sleep easier.

The house was in darkness, so I knew that my younger brother had come home at some point after I had retired ─ he normally watches T.V. until at least midnight, so the time had to be thereafter when I had my bathroom break.

My wife was not yet home, despite her text on Sunday that she would be home after her full workday on Monday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.

I do not like taking a look at the time in cases like this, so I refrained on this occasion as well.

Eventually, my cellphone alarm did sound, and may have pulled me from a half-sleep. I hastily readied myself for my walk, and was on my way just ahead of 2:15 a.m. My wife was still not home, (we have separate bedrooms), but out of some dread I had logged into my chequing account to see if my monthly pension had shown up after midnight, for it did not arrive as a direct deposit yesterday.

Well, it had arrived ... and already my wife had discovered it and was transferring money from it. This most likely meant that the wretch was gambling yet again ─ every damned month she robs me. 

I was furious with her and with God ─ I seem to have nothing but trials, and never encouragements. My life is trickling away, and I am impotent to do a damned thing to better anything.

I left home in a miserable mindset. I was to later see that my wife made three transfers for a total of $940 that she no doubt blew away.

It had been my intention once my pension was deposited to pay all of my upcoming bills ahead of time, and then withdraw the major portion of what remained. But my wife had thwarted me. Nevertheless, I did still intend to withdraw some of the money.

Anyway, as is my wont, I stopped at an elementary school playground early into my walk so that I could essay four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings featured there. My repetitions in those sets were 6 - 2 - 2- 2. 

I decided that I did not wish to risk withdrawing money at the start of my walk ─ better to do so at it's nearing completion. Even then, I found street people in the vicinity ─ at least three sleeping practically within sight of the ATM, and another character who patrolling with a shopping cart half full of junk.

I took the risk and made a $300 withdrawal before hightailing it for home.

My wife's car was in the driveway, so she had come home while I was away ─ it was something like 4:13 a.m. by the time I took a look at the time just outside the locked front door.

After coming into the house and coming here to my computer which I keep in my bedroom, I paid four bills online. 

Meantime, my oldest stepson was getting up for his 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel that would commence at 6 a.m. (it is a fairly long drive from here), so I ensured that he was unaware that I was up because if he knew, he would not lock the front door when he left. 

I did not want to be trapped into having to sit up until he left, so I turned off my bedroom light and shut the door. Regardless, I did happen to still be up when he left, for I never returned to bed until shortly after 5:30 a.m.

I suppose my morning commenced around 8:30 a.m.

My wife does not rise until around 9:45 a.m. to start showering and otherwise readying for her usual full workday on Tuesdays (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m., but is also quite a drive from here), so I knew that we would not be conversing. She would probably be somewhat hungover, but for certain she would be feeling sick with her usual guilt at what she had done with my pension.

Everyone suffers when she does this, for if she cannot repay me, then her sons would have to step up and compensate for any shortfall come our monthly mortgage day which is usually on the 22nd of each month.

It is late ─ it is already after 8:30 p.m.

I just want to mention two videos that my brother and I watched this morning that were both excellent.

The first was Odessa Orlewicz's from yesterday, and which ran for over 1½ hours (1:36: 49): A BC, Canada Resident Almost Died From The" Safe & Efffective " and Lost Intestines. Bonnie Henry Blackmails Victims To Silence Them.

Liberty Talk Canada Interview. A BC, Canada dad trusted Bonnie Henry. He almost d1ed and had his intestines removed. Numerous doctors confirmed it was from the "safe & effective" and was confirmed with paperwork. Bonnie acknowledged it. This man's life was destroyed. His "new normal" is horrible. Bonnie used a disgusting blackmail technique to try to silence him. 

I believe that the relatively young fellow's name may have been Shaun Mulldoon. 

The second video was 1½ hours, and was also from yesterday ─ Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) upload to Rumble: Judiciary/Police Stealing Trafficking Children.

Christine and Chris talk about the heart-wrenching timeline of the sexual and physical abuse of their son by his Catholic School Principal and the subsequent kidnapping of their 3 children. They recount the persecution of their family at the hands of the Alberta Government, AHS, RCMP and Social Services after they were violently kidnapped by 27 police officers.

PLEASE share this story widely as the corruption is so deep, it does not appear the justice system has the decency or capability of serving justice. The pedophiles are being protected.

If what the couple (who were interviewed by Christopher James) are correctly detailing about what has been happening to them in Calgary for the past three years ─ their three children were stolen from them by corrupt judiciary and other provincial services, including the police ─ then a reign of damnation ought to befall every single person involved in their persecution. 

I do not know what the couple's family name is, but Christine indicated that her E-mail address starts of as ChristineWall. Yet I saw a Facebook post where she identified her husband as Chris Lee. 

Of course, none of that is important in view of what may have been done to the two of them ─ and their children, for the kids were separated from one another and placed who-knows-where with who-knows-who.

I have said enough for today ─ it is now after 9 p.m.