Well, I think this’ll be my last update for the week. And it’ll be a short one at that. I’ve got a million things to do. Starting with going into work early today. Two and a half hours of safety meetings. Oh yay! Zzzzzz......  However, it does mean I’ll be off two and a half hours earlier tonight, which is a huge blessing. I still need to pack and mentally prepare for the weekend, plus I may have house guests here this evening. Tomorrow is my exam at the RCMP. I’ve decided to go ahead and write the test for experience only. For one thing the applicants number in at least the hundreds...quite possibly thousands. Aside from that, the commute would be horrendous and I’m not sure even the government could pay enough to make the commute, with a horribly unreliable car and the price of gas, worthwhile.  But, writing the exam will be good experience, and probably fun too. Since I’m going to be going to Ottawa anyway, and ironically the RCMP headquarters is just up the street a little from where my train comes in, it seems the right thing to do.  Ok...THEN, after I’m done there....it’s on to see AZ!!! WOOOOHOOOO!!! Finally! And of course a chance to see all our other blogging friends....Peabody and his g/f Gen, Mox and Tekgnosis, Deadites, and AngelElusive and Linette who are once again being great sports and driving all the way down from Guelph.  Folks, I’ve gotta tell ya....these are the greatest bunch of peeps since sliced bread! Strange the way some people connect sometimes. I feel like I’ve known these friends forever. Who’d have ever thought that such a large amount of us could form such bonds from hanging around a little internet blogging community? And it’s nation wide. Az is here all the way from Kelowna B.C.  and hopefully, come November, if all goes according to plan, I’ll be on my way out west to meet another blogging friend, Margie. WHOOBOY...look out world when THAT happens!

 

Ok, I said this was gonna be quick didn’t I?  Rightio. I’m off to get things done and get this old weekend ball rolling! Have a great weekend everybody!!!

i'm cheating today. but it's funny. so forgive me.  please?  i love you!  *looks at you through batting eyelashes

 

i'm exhausted. i have blogger's block. saturday i have to write that exam and i desperately need to catch up on some sleep before then or going will be pointless. i'm going to need a keen eye and all my wits about me. i'll try to get around as much as i can to see everyone, but likely won't be spending my usual amount of time online chatting and writing long, drawn out, insanely rambling blogs this week.

 

to everyone who came by and left all those kind and thoughtful comments, i thank you from the bottom of my heart. those that included my friends in your prayers, i am deeply indebted to you all. it's always hard to deal with things like this, but as always, having you guys around helps to take a bit of the edge off. you're all wonderful people and the world needs far more like you in it!  love and hugs to you all!

 

now...does anyone have one of those big-ass cartoon anvils they could come and drop on my head, so i might get a little sleep this week?

 

3 more sleeps till AZ comes!  woohoo!!!

IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.....

 

Some of you already know that at my second job I work at a truck stop, high pressure washing transports. Something most of you don’t know is that I also come from a long line of truck drivers. I think members of my family have been driving rigs since their invention. Growing up surrounded by the industry, I’ve always thought, must be very similar to being an army brat. People you love are always going away and in the back of your mind you always wonder if they’ll make it home safely or not. My grandfather, whom I was very close to, died in a rather suspicious and covered up transport accident. My own father has had accidents (3 major ones due to faulty equipment and road conditions) which, by rights, he never should have walked away from. The fact that he did live through them, is nothing short of an enormous miracle.

 

My day at work today was one of great sadness. I learned in detail today of a horrific and tragic accident that happened yesterday, involving some people I knew well. One man died an excruciating and terrible death and the other 2 men, will undoubtedly be altered forever because of it.

 

Vern, a friend of my family and regular customer, owns a small fleet (3) of trucks. He operates one himself and he has two other drivers for the others. One driver is Sean, my father’s best friend’s son and the other is Steve. Steve’s been a customer and a friendly face around the truckstop, on a weekly basis, since long before I began working with my dad several years ago.

 

Yesterday, Friday, the three of them were coming back from Pennsylvania with loads on. Vern and Steve running together and Sean pulling up the rear about a half hour or so behind the other two. They were traveling Interstate 81 in Cortland County, New York. Steve had just taken the lead when Vern saw him hit the shoulder. He swerved back out of it, oversteering and losing control. (details of the cause of this are sketchy at this point....and will probably never be known) Driving a tanker with a full liquid load, the load shifted, causing the truck to fall over. The fifth wheel broke and the trailer left I 81, landing on the road below. The tractor skidded on it’s side through several of the bridge guard rails, bursting into flames and finally coming to a stop when it finally smashed into some sort of cement barricade. Steve was  trapped inside his burning truck. Around this time, Sean...who was still a fair way back and completely oblivious to all that was happening, received a call on his two way phone from Steve, yelling “Help me” and “Get me out.”  Not having a clue what was really going on up ahead, he thought this was a joke. Meanwhile, Vern, having been traveling immediately behind Steve, couldn’t get stopped in a hurry, due to the debris as well as other vehicles. He had to drive through the fire and flying pieces. When he finally was able to get stopped, he ran back to try to help, but couldn’t even get within 30 feet of the heat and flames. He stood helpless, watching his friend, trapped in his burning truck.

 

Steve was pronounced dead at the scene.

 

For 12 hours at work today I’ve heard details of the accident over and over. There was a respectful hush over the truckstop today. Steve was a very well known and well liked guy. They’ve already begun taking up a collection at the truckstop for the family. He leaves behind a wife and children. I spent the entire day today trying to suppress tears and just get my job done. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the image of that poor trapped man, begging for help. I couldn’t stop thinking about his family and how traumatized they must be, not just knowing how much they’ve lost, but knowing the horrible way that he died. I can’t stop thinking about Vern and Sean and how much this is going to affect them. The fact that they were powerless over the situation, does not change the fact that in a situation like that you feel guilty. Survivors syndrome. Questioning yourself constantly “what could I have done differently that could have saved him?” For Vern, I’m sure the nightmares are going to last for a very, very long time to come. Maybe forever. I’m sure that Sean will hear those screams over his phone in the back of his mind too. Sean, who decided to follow in his father’s footsteps and drive transport, has only been driving for about a year. I heard today that when he got home and parked his truck at the truckstop, he swore that he’d never step foot in another truck again.

 

I’m so sad right now and my heart feels like it’s made of lead. I’ve finally shed a few tears...but the shock I think, hasn’t worn off yet. I need to ask, if any of you have a God that you pray to, would you please include these people in your talks with Him tonight. I know that those of you that can, will and I thank you for that. I pray for survival and comfort for those family members left behind...that they make it through this grieving process and are able to move on. I pray for guidance for Vern and Sean and for their families who need to be strong and be there for them, to let them know that this is not their fault.

 

And most of all, I pray that Steve is in a happy and contented place now and that wherever he is, his suffering is already forgotten for him.

 

Steve, buddy I hope that whatever highway you’re on right now, God has given you a big-ass, shiny, comfie double bunker. And fast. Cuz we know you’d like that.

 

Amen.   Rest in peace Steve.

wanna know where my head is at? this is exactly the frame of mind i'm at right now. i've had less than 20 hours of sleep since last friday night and it's fucking great! everything is hilarious now! pinky and the brain makes me fall on the floor laughing at my most rested best. right now i wish i could just find a 24 hour pinky and the brain channel, jump on the couch with some tequila and grape popsicles and just get zombified watching hour after hour of it!

 

ahh...but reality says i have to go get a few hours of shut eye, then head back into work. shite! one of these days i'm going to meet myself going out the door. anyway...this is definitely good mind set for work too. here....try some on for size. tell me this isn't funny shit:

 

Brain : " Are you pondering what I’m pondering ?"

Pinky : " I think so Brain , but we are already naked."

 

 

 Brain : "You are my manager Colonel Pinky. You discovered me playing guitar on the front porch

of my humble pig farm. Any questions?"

Pinky : "Oh just one. When you farm humble pigs , how far apart do you have to plant them?"

Brain : "If I could reach you I would hurt you."

 

 

 Brain : "Pinky , are you pondering what I’m pondering?"

Pinky : "I think so Brain , but burlap chafes me so."

 

 

 Brain : "Come we have work to do."

Pinky : "Oh, right. Taking over the world and all."

Brain : "No , Pinky. Tonight we must save the world."

Pinky : " Eh , gad , Brain . Save the world??????"

Brain : "YES!!! So it is available to take over tomorrow night."

 

 

 Brain : "Pinky, are you pondering what I’m pondering?"

Pinky : "Well I think so Brain , but do I really need two tongues?"

 

 

 Pinky : " Oh that was fun Brain. …….. I’m all tingly woo woo!!"

 

 

 Pinky : " Gee, Brain what do you want to do tonight?"

Brain : "The same thing we do every night Pinky. Try to take over the world!"

 

 

yeah...ok. so maybe i'm just fucked. meh...

but i LOVE those retarded little mice!

 

aight....i'm done squawkin now. my bed.....and the imaginary lovah that's in it....await my glowing presence.

 

later gators!

uh oh! my daughter just introduced me to this....and now i'm hooked. NOT because this is anything intelligent, but rather because of its hypnotic qualities. ya know, kinda like the way you can't pry your eyes off of a traffic accident....or when your mother tells you not to look at the sun cuz you'll go blind, but you stare at it anyway, cuz those great little acid trippish coloured spots before your eyes are soooooo cool.....

 

this is the craaaaaazy frooooooogggggg...........

 

uh, yeah. so...have fun.

 

 

If you ever happen to find yourself in Niagara Falls, Ontario, I have just the place for you to check out. Bring a change of gitch!

 

Notice the look of terror on my face. Believe me people, when I say that this is for REAL. I’m not a person that scares easily, but I readily admit that I nearly suffered a heart attack at least 10 times over in this place.

 

Nightmares Fear Factory is a helluva fright!  We were creeped out in the lobby listening to the deafening screams of the brave who ventured in before us and we second guessed our idea of fun. After 12 hours in the pitch black...black your eyes NEVER adjust to, with people touching you and breath of eerie who knows what on your neck, crawling through miniscule tunnels on our bellies, locked in terrifying rooms, being nearly run over by runaway jeeps, we came out of there with no voices left in us, which is good, cuz had we tried to speak right away our hearts surely would have fallen out of our mouths! We were shaking and could barely walk. But once we gained our composure and our land legs, we couldn’t stop talking about it. People were stopping on the street telling us we looked like we’d just seen ghosts. “Uh....yup. Go in THERE!!!” I think we drummed up a lot of business for those guys that night.

 

Yeah, ok....so it wasn’t 12 hours....but it felt that way. The tour I think is supposed to be roughly 30 minutes or so. We took considerably longer though, since we really did have a door get stuck. There’s one room you get stuck in but eventually they let you out. Well, in this case the door wouldn’t open. I had this gravelly voice demanding me to “GET OUT!” over and over again....but I couldn’t. Anyway, I think maybe someone came and did something to the door while we were trying to feel our way to another route out, cuz when we got back to it, it finally opened. Whew!

 

Anyway, if you’re planning a trip to Niagara and are interested in going...or if you’re just bored and want to read a little about the place, go here. It’s a cool website, with other pics of  Fear Factory survivors and testimonials....as well as the history of the place. (the warehouse of an old coffin maker)

 

This place is the shiznit!

Talking about "Prayer Chain"  Taken from AMY'S site:

 

Please go here to donate to Red Cross Disaster Relief.

Please go here for information on how to donate to Salvation Army (US).

A $100 donation to The Salvation Army will feed a family of four for two days, provide two cases of drinking water and one household clean-up kit, containing brooms, mops, buckets, and cleaning supplies.  Also, you can go to your local Wal-Mart or Sam's Club to donate in person.

 

 Go here to donate to The United Way.

 

And for the Canadian Red Cross, please go here.

You may feel like there's nothing you can do to help but every little bit counts.  If $10 is all you can spare, that is $10 that they didn't have before.  Go through their lists of items you may have: blankets, canned goods, diapers, baby food, etc.

 

Visit here for SECOND HARVEST, the nation's food bank network.  For EVERY DOLLAR you donate they are able to distribute 20 LBS OF FOOD to the hungry (US).  

Quote:

  Huricane Katarina 

This is a most devestating tradgedy that has affected many lives.

I pray that He walks with them now.

This entry was found here:

http://spaces.msn.com/members/aprildawn28babiegirl/blog/cns!1phQOmogquie8JRaRQYOXrqg!725.entry

Thank you to her

~Hugs~

 

 

Quote

¤...♡Prayer Chain♡...¤

                                  

 

I want to start a prayer chain for

All those who have endured the

Devastation of hurricane Katherine!

My heart goes out to each and every

person who has lost something or

someone to this awful hurricane!

we have been watching the coverage

on T.V. and there are 80,000 people

trapped in New Orleans…

I am asking you all to please pray for

All of these people…they are in need

And we can make a difference thru

 

 

 

and ya gotta check this out! it's pee in your pants hilarious!!!

http://www.pusbucket.com/funny/rps_saddam/

HOKAAYYY, SO....

 

i've seen this before, but just got it again in an email and remembered how freaky the coincidences are. ~insert twilight zone music here~ this is amazing!

 

 

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD....NOT ANOTHER LEARNING EXPERIENCE!!!!!!

 I’ve ceased to become a good student somewhere between college and the rest of my life.

 

 

I’m considering a new tattoo. That’s what happens when life gets the way it has for me lately. I either mark or pierce something, spontaneously travel, become a sexual deviant, or kill someone.

 

Since I haven’t the money to travel right now...now prospective partners for sexual deviance, and I’m running out of places to hide the bodies.....that leaves body modification. I won’t put a permanent mark on my body though unless it has a great amount of meaning to me in some way. So, ideas are usually well thought out. I’m in the process of designing something right now. It’s gonna have something to do with a song.

Yeah...country...who’da thunk it.  But this one is so me.

 

Mi vida loca

Over and over

Destiny turns on a dime.

I’ll go where the wind blows

You can’t tame a wild rose

Welcome to my crazy life.

 

When I finally come up with a design I’m satisfied with, I’ll post it. I know how I want it to look, just having a hard time getting it down exactly right on paper.

 

Go here: http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/endofworld.html  This is the funniest shit I’ve seen in a long time. I watched this like 20 times in a row and laughed harder each time I saw it. I’m talking side-splitting, tears rolling down my face, fall on the floor laughing.  Maybe I’m just really warped.

 

I thought yesterday’s post might bring about a lot of negative response. But really only one...the guy who thinks I write too much. Hehehe....piss off snotface. Anyway...I’m pleased by the open-minded and honest comments I got. Thanks guys! It’s always good to hear other peoples’ thoughts on stuff like that.  For those of you who wrote saying you’d like to talk more about it....hit me up anytime. I can be quite philosophical at times. Just keep in mind, you asked for it. ;) :P

 

Beansangel....I was abducted by aliens last night. I think THEY told you I was working on an entry because I have no recollection of WTF your last comment meant. I don’t think the aliens were friendly. If they were, I would think they would have given me a lobotomy. Doesn’t appear that they have. I’m sitting here as stunned and demented as ever. Oh well...maybe I got an alien probe. I really hope I got an alien probe. Cuz that would be very cool. Then I could go to work and say...”hey everybody...guess what....last night I was abducted by aliens and got a probe!” Then I could be on the front cover of the enquirer and be famous. Then somebody else famous would see my picture and feel sorry for me and marry me and then we could make really weird babies together, only they wouldn’t really be HIS babies...they would be bastard children of some fucking deadbeat alien dad (cuz aliens have a really looooong gestation period) who’d of course be off screwing everything that moved in another galaxy. And man...those kids would be freakin ugly I bet. Poor kids.  Bastard...least he could’ve done is called.

 Fuck. Men suck. Even alien men.

 

Margie...I know you’re reading this and laughing at me....yeah...you say WITH me, but I know the truth. Take this: http://www.funpic.hu/swf/numanuma.html !   That’ll teach ya!!!

 

Okay. Apparently I have issues. I’m going to go wallow in them now.

 

Have a fanfuckingtastic day you little shits!

NO I’M NOT FRIGGIN DRUNK!

Warning: If you’re belonging to a particular sect, and consider yourself religious or if you’re close_minded and unaccepting of other peoples’ theories....it’s time to walk away from this blog. You are not going to like it. End Warning.

 

I believe in God. Not the God you read about in the bible so much. For that matter, I really don’t believe in the bible. I mean, it’s a good book, and SOME of the things in there MAY have been based on true stories. But I also think it’s full of fables and parables and good rules to live by. And I also think some of the stuff in there is just plain through and through bullshit! In any case, I’m not here to debate bible stories. Once again, I’m straying from my point.

 

I’d rather pen my theories on the afterlife. These are just theories, mind you. Deep down, I haven’t got a clue. But a person’s gotta have something to believe in or they’ll go insane.

 

Having been raised in a Roman Catholic family and a R.C. school, I had a lot of Heaven and Hell drilled into my head. When I was young, some of the priests we had were still of the old fire and brimstone nature. And as a result, I spent many a night as a little girl, crying myself to sleep thinking about going to hell. These days I think hell was a story  the priests (a.k.a. “sin police”) told us to scare us out of being bad. You see, here’s the thing....if you believe there’s a God and God is the Father of all creation....He’s created us and we are His children....how could you believe He’d want to send us to eternal damnation. Yeah...he probably wants to scare us to keep us in line. Heck, I’m a parent. I’m guilty of that. When my child is doing something bad, I tell her the extreme of nasty things that could happen if she does it....hoping to scare her out of doing something that could harm her.  So, I don’t really believe in Hell in the eternal, fires and demons sense that has been depicted to me. I DO however believe in Purgatory. That’s like Hell, only shorter. Ok, here’s where I get weird on you and let loose my real theories. I believe I am in Purgatory right now. I think we all lead a life and then die. We are judged. Some of us, the judgement is known before we even die. Some of us hang around in limbo awaiting the passing of judgement. (hence ghosts and lost souls) I think we are reincarnated to another life....that life being dependant upon our judgement. When we’re sent back I think our life reflects the life previous to this one. Personally, I think I was pretty bad in my last life because aside from a little sexual deviance, I’m a really good person this time around....yet I have a dark cloud that follows me everywhere. I’m a magnet for bad things....and seemingly bad people. I’ve lived a life full of abuse, disappointment and loneliness and I believe I’ll die lonely and disappointed. Yet I never cease to believe I can help to make things better for someone else. So, this has made me very bitter at times. I’ve had so many “Why God...Why me????” prayers and conversations that I can’t begin to count them. But sometimes I just sit back and reflect. Bad things are always a little easier to deal with if you can put a reason behind them. Sometimes (not always) it calms me to think that these bad things are not happening because I’m a bad person now. I’m simply doing a penance for something previous and out of my present control. If I can believe in that, then I can believe that when this purgatory is over and a new life begins, it surely will be better than this one. Somewhere down the line I will be handsomely rewarded for the strife I’ve endured this time around. God’s judgement won’t be nearly as harsh next time.  As for Heaven, I’m not really sure. Haven’t really got that far yet. I don’t know if God keeps sending us back to do these purgatories till we get it right, then we pass on to a greater place? Or does He keep sending us back till we get it right and when we do, we just continue to lead good lives again and again? I dunno....but I don’t struggle too much with that one, because either way sounds fine to me. I DO believe in eternity. And I suppose I believe that Heaven is eternal goodness. Beyond that....meh....who knows.

 

People. I have my theories surrounding them too. You ever meet someone for the first time and instantly feel like you’ve known them forever? I believe you have. We so often have so many seemingly inexplicable connections to people. I don’t think it’s so inexplicable. I think these were the people that you’ve held so close to your heart in a past life. Ok...so now you’re different people, with different lives....but that tie remains. Think about it. Likewise when you meet someone and immediately get bad vibes. There’s a reason for that too.

 

I could talk about this stuff forever. But I won’t. I know I’ve had a number of super long posts lately and that gets a little frustrating for some of you. ;-)  So, I’ll leave this here.

 

However, for any other “weird” people like me out there, if you ever want to just sit out under the stars sometime and try to see what’s out there with me....debating, analyzing, philosophizing....I’m SOOOO in!  Call me!

 

Have a great day y’all!

Work last night was quite dull and uneventful....with one excepting. I got some news that brought about a little mixed emotions. My friend Mark (some of you met him at the last Blogger-q....or saw him on the cams) got the call he’s been waiting for from the Canadian Armed Forces. He’s joining the Air Force and will be starting his basic training in about a month. So....I’m very excited and happy for Mark....but I’m sad too. I’ll be saying goodbye soon to one of the best friends and working buddies I’ve ever had. Mark’s not a blogger...but I know he sneaks on here and pokes around sometimes (yeah ok...usually just to show his friends the pics of my boobs...hehe...but meh...whatever) In any case, Mark, when you read this, know that I send you the very best wishes. Don’t go doing anything to get your ass shot off, or I’m gonna have to join too and come and save your ass. Besides that...it’s a cute ass...we don’t want anything to happen to it. I want lots and lots of post cards, emails, pictures and letters describing all the dirty stories of your torrent affairs....man! I’m gonna miss those stories!  Oh yeah....and for the love of GOD man.....use a condom!!!!!!   Lmao!  Heh! If ya want I can send ya lots of boobie pics so you never have to stop showing your friends...this time you’ll be showing ‘em to the flyboys....HAWT!!!!!!!! 

 

 

Ok...enough about that already. I’m gonna bawl. I think Alana and I will probably be doing a lot of sniffling at work over the next few weeks. Damn you.  I love you Markie Mark!!!

 

Whoa...ok. That much sentimentality just has to be counteracted by something, doesn’t it.

 

So Karla Homolka has been spotted living her “normal” new life in Montreal. WTF??? Demented bitch is still alive? She’s dyed her hair and cut it shorter, but it doesn’t matter. People are still gonna recognize her. You can tell it’s her by those creepy, psychotic looking eyes. I just finished reading “Lethal Marriage” by Pron. It’s a book about the disgusting lives of Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka, leading up to and including their marriage, his crimes as “The Scarborough Rapist” and the horrific murders of Kristen French, Leslie Mahaffey and Homolka’s own little sister, Tammy Homolka. The book was banned shortly after being released. I assume because of the graphic nature. Most of the material used in the book came straight from the videotapes of the rapes and murders. It’s very disturbing. Anyway, lots of you have read the lengthy blog I already wrote about Karla Homolka (hehe the one that got me in newspapers across the country) so I’m not going to dwell on this any further. Suffice to say that when she made the front headlines again last night, it provided a hot topic of conversation at work.

 

So, I don’t know if that lead me to remember an old song I love....or if in a  crazy moment (I have lots of those) it just popped into my head. But...regardless of the reason...it’s in there now and stuck there. Haven’t heard the song in years! So, had to come straight home and download it...lol. 

 

A virtual all over body rub (naked or clothed...your choice) goes out to the first person who can name this song and the person who sang it:

 

“And I liked your late husband Donald
But such torture his memory brings
All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies
Guess love makes you do funny things”

 

NO CHEATING!!!! Googling is NOT allowed!   Oh...and Peabody and AngelElusive....uh...this IS a REAL song. :P

 

Aight...I think I’m gonna go for a record and make this a 2^nd productive day in one week. Gonna get a start at something else I’ve been procrastinating all summer on. Scraping and prepping the garage for painting. The painting will be fun...I love to paint. The scraping is gonna kill me. Blech!

 

Das all folks. Y’all have a funny day! J

Well well well....t’was a fun weekend! I’ve decided I’m really starting to like this sleep deprivational “high” I’m living under. It’s making me see life through multi-coloured glasses...hehe. Everything that goes through my head lately is either very philosophical or hysterically funny. Ok...well...ALMOST everything. There was that little slip up earlier in the week that made it’s way into a depressing blog and then tried to rear it’s ugly head a couple times in conversation over the weekend....but it didn’t linger long. Meh...shit happens.

 

So...got off work Friday morning. Tried (unsuccessfully) to nap. I was blessed by a visit from my adorable friend Peabody....who helped me drink power shakes and LOTS of coffee, in preparation for the rest of the day. As always, that proved to be some good conversation and good fun. Not to mention that nasty, half naked surprise pic he took after scaring the ever living bejeezuz outta me. Pea, ya know how much I love you, but I swear to God, if that picture ever finds it’s way onto a blog....imma kill you dead, mofo!!!!

 

Anyway, after dropping Pea off, I headed up to grab Angela and James, and we were off to Kingston. First stop...the outlet mall, to shop for a digital camera for James.  Well...turns out James, being the organized, intelligent guy that he is, decides to shop around and take the info home with him to peruse and decide what might be his most favourable purchase. Me....nuh uh! An impulsive shopper at the best of times and weakened further by the fact that I was deliriously sleep deprived....I jumped at the chance to purchase something that I have no idea how to operate. It’s a Sony Cyber-shot, 4.1 mp.  Heh...just a little cam to me...but I know to some of you geeks, that’s an important bit of info...hehe. ;)

 

Next, we were off to “The Boiler Room” to tackle some indoor rock climbing. I had approximately 10 mins between the shopping center and the climbing gym to figure out how to turn the camera on and snap a picture. Success.  So, in case being up for countless hours wasn’t punishment enough....let’s get ourselves all strapped up in blood circulation stopping harnesses and give each other ginormous wedgies!  Can I get a HELL YEAH?!?!?!  By the way James...in case Angela is making you read this...and I’m sure she will now...just want to thank you for bruising my crotch and making me walk bow-legged. It’s the closest I’ve come to rough sex in a very, very long time. ;)  Oh...and just let me mention, if you ever go do this...never EVER wear baggy pants! The harness hikes ‘em up and they billow out around it. Trust me when I tell you your ass is gonna look at least 2-4 times the size it really does!  Next time I go, I’m borrowing Az’s leather assless chaps....k, Az???  I’ll post some pics at the bottom as proof. Taken with the new digicam. J

 

Hmm...speaking of Az, the little darling....24 days!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!  That’s like barely over 3 weeks. You’ve got a very excited bunch of hooligans awaiting your arrival babe!

 

Ok, where was I ?  Az excites me and I get distracted. Hehe.  Oh yeah....after climbing the walls...which our adorable instructor Heather made lots of fun, we decided to head over to The Grizzly Bar and Grill. If you’re ever in Kingston, you MUST check this place out. It’s a gorgeous spot...very northern Canada in décor. Open kitchen so you can see the cooks making your meal if you’re sitting in the front section. There’s 2 floors though and fireplaces everywhere. They’ve got 2 bars (one downstairs which turns into a dance club at night and one upstairs with several pool tables) It’s a very classy joint, yet pretty affordable. The food is great there. I had some garlic braised prawns and alligator with creole mayo dip. Mmm mmm mmm.

 

After dinner we got soaked in the rain between the Grizzly and the car. It was a chilly, sleepy ride home. Due to my already messed up sleep pattern, and my little nap on the way home...I was geared up when I got home. So, I played around online for a bit, had a very nice, rather lengthy phone conversation (Mmmmm....*squish!) and then tossed and turned for a while, finally falling asleep around 3:30am. I woke again before the alarm which was set for 6:30.

 

Ya might think that getting up and working my ass off, in the wind and rain for about 7 hours might have tuckered me out? No such luck. I came home so excited by the fact that my dad had just given me Sunday off, that I was all pumped up again. Spent Saturday night alternating between the puter, the t.v., short little naps on the couch and looking for other stuff to do. Wound up eating breakfast (a cheese omelette) at about 4am. Weird!

 

Oh well....even though I was a little tired come Sunday, I still managed to get my 2 main projects completed...I cleaned out my back porch (a huge job which I’d been procrastinating all week), thereby freeing up my weights and kickboxing bag, which I’ve been dying to use. No excuses now. And the other thing was to figure out how to get my pics from my camera to my puter. Done deal. On top of that I even managed to get a little housework done too.

 

So...all in all, not a bad weekend.  However, now it’s Monday and back to the grindstone. And, in typical fashion for me, I’m running behind in my getting ready schedule. So, off I go, like a herd of turtles!

 

Chin up...Monday will be over soon!

 

Muah!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

 

YOU LOOK LIKE A MONKEY

AND YOU ACT LIKE ONE TOO!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINETTE!!!!!

 

JUST KIDDING DARLIN! YOU'RE ONE FINE HOTTIE....NO MONKEYING AROUND ABOUT THAT!   GO SEE LINETTE AND LEAVE HER SOME BIRTHDAY DROPPINGS BOYS AND GIRLS!

 

 

What a retarded week I’m having. Mind-wise I mean. Deep, pensive, thought provoking.

 

A chain of thoughts occurred to me last night. I can recall growing up, being somewhat of a misfit and never quite fitting in. I was a follower, I think. I wanted so badly to be popular. I went to a small school and though the “in” kids liked me and I was kinda a part of their circle, I never really felt like I was one of them. Like I never lived up to the personae that they projected. But I wanted to. I so badly wanted to be popular. I wanted to be the first one picked for teams, the first one to be invited by the cool kids to sit with them at lunch, the one that all the boys wanted to kiss, the one who excelled in all the tasks. I wanted to be the leader. But, alas, it never worked out that way. I remained an outsider looking in and yearning. I wished on stars and prayed to God to make me a popular girl. But I remained a follower in a slightly foreign group. (I’m well aware now that one who marches to the beat of her own drum, should never try to make herself happy by following another band’s leader)

 

Skip ahead a few years....

Now I’m 30 something and it’s recently occurred to me that I’m a popular girl. People ask me to join them....a lot....to eat, to play, to party, to chat. I have friends galore, to numerous to count. If I wanted it to be so, my social calendar could be full 24/7. I’m well liked at work (which is not an easy task in a place that operates most of the time just like high school), I’m the daredevil, the class clown and the life of the party at many gatherings, which also nets me a lot of attention. People tend to gravitate toward me. I’m all those things I hoped and prayed for when I was a young girl. I’m the “in” girl and people love me.

 

Enter revelation....

Popularity is NOT all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, it’s gratifying for about 5 minutes. It’s grand that all your friends swarm you when they need a shoulder, need some help with things, need to be entertained, need you to look out for them. But it’s quite a let down when they’re never there to reciprocate....when you live in constant wonder if anything is real.  It’s flattering when all the boys want to sleep with you. But that loses its luster when you find that none of them want to make anything real or lasting of it. I can be proud now that I am the one working hard and excelling in my tasks, that I have strength, perseverance and stamina. But it’s disappointing to know that now I have this expectation and reputation to live up to. It’s overwhelming that there’s no room in my life for occasional weakness, tears, fears and the like, because I’ve grown to be what people see as the strong one, the fortress to shelter the rest of them. Being popular can be just as lonely, or more sometimes as being the outsider, yearning to come in.

 

All those girls of my youth, the ones I wanted to be just like....the ones I , ashamedly admit now, to having wished bad things on. Bad things so that their rung on the ladder would open up for me to climb on top. Now I look back on my youth with some sympathy for them. I dunno, maybe things feel different now than they would have back then. Maybe I’m more mature and wiser and that changes everything. But I doubt it. I’m guessing that popularity wasn’t all gold back then either. I’m sure a lot of responsibility and heartache came with it back then too.

 

I’m no longer a follower. I’m glad of that. I live my life as me and I make no apologies for who I am. I work hard, play hard and I am a genuine person. Though capable of leading well, I no longer wish to be the “leader of the pack” as I once did. I just want to stay real, true to myself...popular with ME. 

 

 

WHEW!  Rest assured, this was not meant to be a whiny entry like that of the other day. Simply a revelation I wished to share. Done deal.

 

On a lighter note....In a half asleep stupor last night on my way to work, I managed to lock myself out of my house. DUH!!!!  So I had to break in. I won’t go into too much detail about my fat ass hanging out the window at nearly 11pm. I will tell you, that by the time I managed to get in here and get my damn keys, I broke the speed of sound and somehow made it to work, just in the nick of time. I was a little concerned that the crazy cat lady might be out skulking around, see me and decide  to call the police....AGAIN. Wouldn’t that be swell...2 good looking boys in blue come up the driveway to be met with.....you guessed it....my fat ass hanging out the window. Hehehe!  Anway...seems fate decided my lockout was punishment enough....no police came.  I am left a little uneasy however. If I could break into my house that easy...it would take literally NOTHING for a more experienced break in artist to get in. I’m most definitely going to have to invest in better security.

 

Considering rewarding myself for all this overtime and working out by going rock climbing tomorrow.....just waiting for confirmation from friends. Going climbing makes me excited. FUN! FUN! FUN!  We go to an indoor climbing gym that really rocks! Check out The Boiler Room. It’s way cool!

 

Listening to: Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off.....by Joe Nichols

Yeah, its country...but funny as hell....and I’ll be damned if it isn’t true! ;)  WHOOOHOOOOO!!!!!  A virtual round of tequila body shots for everyone!

By the way girls....have you caught a glimpse of Joe Nichols??????? Put on your drool bibs and check out his link here. You can listen to a bit of the song here too if you feel so inclined. Or you can just stare and drool, drool and stare. LOL

Ok...do it....go see.

 

I’m living on pure adrenaline this week. WHOO what a rush! It’s making me silly. Work was a blast last night. I laughed my head off a lot. I can’t even fit it back on tight now...had to carry it home in my purse. Don’t think THAT didn’t make it hard to drive!!

One of our team leaders was walking around for a while with a banana in his pants. YO homey! Is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me??? Now that was funny fuckin shiznit!

 

Aight, this show is over. I’m going to find something very heavy to hit myself over the head with so I can get some sleep.

 

Night Kidz!

First of all...to everyone who came by and gave me attitude and jack-ass funny shit and made me pee in my pants a little after yesterday’s manic panic blog....thank you all. It’s what I needed. I’d apologize for whining, but it’s my blog party and I’ll cry if I want to! Fuck ya!

 

I’m feeling much better today. Downright zany in fact! Fuck I love being bi-polar! What a ride! So, I figured out a better cure for the miseries than whining on my blog actually. I slept about 5 hours, then worked for 12 (tried for another few hours, but they wouldn’t let me stay....they’re so safety anal there), then came home, worked out for 2 hours (step aerobics, dance, crunches), then cleaned a whack of dishes. Fixed me up a power shake and a bowl of blueberries and DAMN I’m feeling great! Problem with this unusual surge of boundless energy is that I need to sleep for shift tonight and I’m totally wired for sound. Hell, I feel like goin out dancin!  Ok...maybe a warm drink of something decaffeinated and a book. Hmm...maybe thoughts of rainy nights and picnic tables will help. ;)

 

That reminds me, when you went out of your way (you know who you are) with the call and the squish last night, that meant more than you’ll likely ever know.

 

Here’s something I heard on my way to work last night. I damn near ran my car off the road I was laughing so hard!   “Fart phobia is causing cancer”  Egads...it seems that people, especially the elderly are so hung up about farting in public, that they’re neglecting to eat the proper fiber foods necessary in fighting cancer.  Ok, I’m looking at what I just wrote and somehow it just doesn’t look as funny written down. I guess you had to be there and hear this guy going on about it. But it was funny. You’ll just have to trust me on this one.

 

I see erotic shapes in my ice cubes when they’re melting in my water bottle. Is this normal?

 

Imma go jump around a little bit now.

 

Later Gators!!!

Mood today: melancholy, bordering on panic.

 

I dunno.  Woke up fine. Went into work...fine still. Then outta the blue I get whammied by stupid fucking girl emotions. WTF?!?!?! 10 out of the last 12 hours I just worked, I spent choking back a big lump and blinking back tears. My life flashed before my eyes several times and I saw.....NOTHING!  What the hell? Mid-life crisis come knockin on my door early? Is this what they refer to as the ticking of the old biological clock? Or just another glorious bi-polar moment?

 

Peabody: ok spoogewad....time to come out of hiding and start answering my I.M.s. you've had enough time. my spidey senses tell me we could both use one of "those talks" right about now.

 

If you're commenting today, please don't leave me one of those "awww" or "it'll get better" blah blah blah, sympathy speeches, ok? Seriously, I'm not looking for sympathy. Somebody told me that I hold too much in. (funny that she guessed that about a loud mouth schnook like me). She was right though. I release a lot....but not the deep stuff. Anyway, she told me I needed to release some things...therapy. So that's all this is.  So, yeah....if you're leaving droppings today....please, just make it something sick and twisted and funny.....ya know....like the stuff you're all so great at already!!! :P  I don't need sympathy right now. What I DO need, is a good belly laugh.

 

 

Listening to: Cry If You Want To....Holly Cole Trio

Cry (if you want to)
by: Holly Cole

Cry if you want
I wont tell you not to
I won’t try to cheer you up
Ill just be here if you want me

It’s no use in keeping a stiff upper lip
You can weep you can sleep you can loosen your grip
You can frown you can drown and go down with the ship
You cry if you want to
Don’t ever apologize venting your pain
Its something to me you don’t need to explain
I don’t need to know why
I don’t think it’s insane
You can cry if you want to

The windows are closed
The neighbors aren’t home
If it’s better with me than to do it alone
Ills draw all the curtains and unplug the phone
You can cry if you want

You can stare at the ceiling and tear at your hair
Swallow your feelings and stager and swear
You could show things and throw things and I wouldn’t care
You can cry if you want to

I won’t make fun of you
I won’t tell any one
I won’t analyze what you do or you should have done
I won’t advise you to go and have fun
You can cry if you want to

Well it’s empty and ugly and terribly sad
I can’t feel what you feel but I no it feel bad
I no that its real and it makes you so mad
You could cry

Cry if you want to I won’t tell you not to
I won’t try and cheer you up
Ill just be here if you want me; to be
Near you

Random bloggedness

 

Since I’m working graveyard shift this week and am now ending my day just as most of you are starting your, I haven’t much wit and humour left to spread around. So, sorry ladies and germs....randomness is all ya get today.

 

It’s no longer peabody’s birthday. So, if you missed it, go on over and wish him a Happy Unbirthday!

 

When I was born, I was so surprised, I couldn’t speak for a whole year!

 

Listening to: Just Like Honey, by The Jesus and Mary Chain.....in honour of my visit                                             

                      from Jesus this morning. Hey Jesus...not only am I going to Hell in a  

                      handbasket for you now, but I prayed too...now answer me dammit!!!  

 

Why do people run a stop sign and rush out to cut you off, just to get in front of you and drop down to about 15km/h in a 50km/h zone?????? YEAH I HAVE ROAD RAGE, WHAT OF IT???? Fuck off.

 

I planted Morning Glories (one of my favourites...the other ones being iris and orchid). Not only are they climbing up both my fences and winding through some of my other plants, but they’ve gone and grown all through Maggie’s (my tres cool neighbour) garden...and even better they’ve wound themselves all through her lilac tree. SO cool! If I had a half a brain I’d snap a pic of that and post it. Unfortunately, Morning Glories only bloom in the morning, and that just happens to be when I’m at my most braindead. I’ll try to remember. This is Maggie’s first exposure to morning glories. Lucky for me, she fell in love with them too.

 

Listening too: I Wanna Touch You, by Def Leppard.....cuz I’m thinking of someone. ;)

 

I cannot believe this summer is almost over. This sucks! But it sure has been  a nice one. One of the nicest for weather that I can remember in years. I’d really love to move to a warmer climate though.

 

What I’m wearing: baggy t-shirt and satin bikini panties (in case you’re wondering...lol)

 

I really should be outside scraping and painting my garage right now. I’m too tired.

 

I’m alternating back and forth between this and that damn dirty blogger’s 101 I said I’d do for Az. It’s not easy to come up with all that stuff....or to admit to some of it. ;)

 

I’m reading a book about Karla Homolka/Paul Bernardo. It’s one that was released, then pulled from the shelves. Very explicit and graphic. Reading it is really pissing me off.

 

Peabody: stop being a damn hermit. I miss you.

 

Violent Margie: As funny as I find the dancing fatboy, some people I send it to, just don’t get it. I’m glad we share the same warped sense of humour.

 

Deadites: Hope you’re having a blast in Montreal. Uh...on second thought...skip bringing me home the croissant...it’ll only get mouldy anyway. Bring me home a French LUVAH instead, will ya?  Lmao

 

Yoda: Uhh...well, you know. ;)  Use the force. Read my mind, you will. 

 

Mindy: Hope you’re having tons of  fun. And behaving. Hehe...of course you are...Ryan’s gone away. Sorry...that’s not really funny. Chin up girlie...he’ll be home before you know it.

 

Last thing I ate: spicy scrambled eggs with cheese

 

Present mood: silly, wistful, horny (always), bone tired

 

Whenever I don’t blog for a few days, this is what happens......dreadfully long blogs. And YEAH I KNOW it’s random. I warned you. I’m having an A.D.D. attack. Just go with it.

 

Az: I’ll get that 101 done eventually...honest.

 

Peter: I’m doing a raindance.

 

Listening to: Norah Jones, Turn Me On......because I AM.

 

Das All. I’m pooped.

 

Hugs and kisses all around....cuz I’m in a cuddly mood.  What’s that? You didn’t want that kiss? Ok, give it back then.  Hehehee! Tricked ya!

 

Later Gators!