D – is for the invention that is gonna earn me millions

April 5, 2012 § 4 Comments

The Douche-bag Deterring collar.

What does it do, you ask.  Well, it is still in the innovation stage, buut as near as I can see you program this device with the phrases you never want to hear come out of your mouth.

Now there will be defaults like:

“When you have been on the planet as long as I have…” *zap*

“When I was your age…” *zap*

“Kids today just don’t listen (or understand, comprehend, etc.)…”*zap*

It amazes me that a generation of “Don’t trust anybody over thirty.” now shouts it’s protests that anyone under 30 are a bunch of out of control hooligans who will not listen and learn from other’s mistakes.  Show me, please, a single generation that ever has.

So in short, for those of you who do not want to be the people you roll your eyes at today, I am accepting pre-orders.  The sooner you begin your training, the easier it will be.


This week sucks

February 9, 2012 § 2 Comments

I feel a bit overwhelmed at the moment.  C’s been on afternoons, which is hell on my sleep patterns.  C gets home around quarter to one, takes a shower, and by time he is done, I am usually wide awake with maybe two hours of sleep.  Now sometimes this can be a good thing, depending on C’s mood.  If he’s up for it than there is a really simple solution that sends us both to sleep afterwards.  But this week he’s got a cold and has been beat by the time he gets home.  Which pretty much leaves me laying wide awake for hours.  And that leaves me cranky and more high strung than I usually am.
   Guelph and Montreal schools have both, so far, contacted my references.  For some reason rather than relax me, it has been making me even more tense.  I applied to five, yes, five programs.  And yes, I know how stiff the competition is, but in my head I guess I was expecting at least a few more shots at the placements.  My old boss told me that realistically, I was not taking into account the number who go to other schools, go to states, have their student visa denied, run out of money, or just plain flunk out.  Which I suppose is true.  The funny thing is, The ones that are not really inquiring are not really the ones I want to go to.  Calgary would be okay (actually C would love it). But Saskatoon? God fucking forbid Charlottetown?  4000 students in total?  You gotta be shitting me.  In fact the population of the fucking “city” is barely larger than the number of students in my current University.  No offence to anyone in PEI.  Just…. yeah, I could so not live in a city like that.  And C would never find work there.  Worse came to worse he said he’d just take a camp job in Alberta and then take his time off with me, but seriously, that would blow.
   So why apply?  I thought of it as my safety school.  So what does it mean when your safety school has basically indicated their lack of interest?  That means if you get an interview prepare to kiss ass.  No second shots are likely to be forthcoming.
   Anyway, here is me, in limbo.  LONGEST SEMESTER EVER!  Reading week coming up.  I’ve been promised some over time for reading week if I want it.  Which I kind of do, because I need the money.

One good thing this week:  Tuition refund!  Thank you Dalton McGuinty 😀
That and my full time hours this summer may mean another debt free school year.

I feel freaking fantastic!

September 23, 2011 § 2 Comments

Went to bed feeling like ass, woke up feeling like… well …. never mind:P

I’m baaaaccccckkkkk!
Honestly, I have not felt this good for quite a while.  I feel well rested and just that side of bitchiness I like to maintain.
Okay, I know I do not talk much about political shit here, I mean it’s done to death.  But I read this early today and it fucking pissed me off to no end.
Former Sen. Rick Santorum (R-Pa.) responded that “any type of sexual activity has no place in the military” and said the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” injected “social experimentation” into the military.

There are no words to how disgusted I am at this statement.  

I mean WTF! If you are interested in the whole story here is the link.

I am sick

September 21, 2011 § 17 Comments

   I have a horrible headache.  Have had it since I got back from Western Fair on Sunday early.  I left early because of the headache, figuring it to be allergies.  No such luck.  After feeling like shit on Monday, but unable to sleep yesterday was a killer for my stomach.  Today I am in bed at C’s with Nelson for company, heavily dosed on NeoCitran flu and I am not moving for the whole day.  Without my usual sick movies available I do have the entire first season of True Blood and The United States of Tara.  Trying to decide which to watch first.
   I’m hoping today does the trick, because I have a lot of shit to do tomorrow and no time to lounge in bed, well, I don’t really today either, but I can’t help it today.

Well, Mother nature does not want me there

August 22, 2011 § 6 Comments

Cactus festival yesterday in Dundas.  I’m meeting friends who live there (can we say cha-ching).  Anyway, I get there and it is pissing out, so Kay decides that we can just hang out.  C actually came with.  It’s amazing what my bitchiness can accomplish:P  Anyway, the sun comes out and it becomes hotter than hell.  Yay, we get to go to the festival.  So Kay feeds the kids and Off we are ready to go…. and it piss pours rain again:(  Finally we just figure it isn’t going to happen.  So C and I head home…. and the sun comes out.  FML.  Oh well, I was too broke to buy anything anyway.
I was not to terribly interested anyway, very artsy, but C would have enjoyed it.

Ok, sometimes I’m evil

July 29, 2011 § 14 Comments

But I’m good with that.

At work the other day I am getting a woman’s information.  She is one of those who wants to blurt out her information in under 3 seconds and then rolls her eyes that I cannot seem to write or type the information as fast as she can spew it, and unaware that when you talk that fast you are FUCKING mumbling it, bitch.  So I get her  name, ask her to spell it, get her address, go for the email address.  She says it fast “I’m sorry, could you repeat that.” There was alot of noise, and she rattled it off like nothing.  So she crosses her arms and glares at me “Praisejesus585@yahoo.ca” (number and service provider wrong), at this time she’s got her neck going, pursing her lips, like we are in some kind of a fucking argument.  If looks would kill I’d be typing with rotting fingers.  So Yeah, I went into bitchy mode…
“P-R-A-I-S-E…. what?”
“Jesus,” she is practically shouting at this point, and very slowly:)
“Could you spell that for me?”
LOL, I thought her head was gonna explode.

Why are parents always to blame?

July 28, 2011 § 17 Comments

   I’ve read a few blogs lately all pointing to the faulty parenting of others.  I get that there are a lot of bad parents out there.  There are a lot of good parents out there.  But there is an assumption that bad parents have bad children, good parents have good children.  I find that funny, like saying straight parents have straight kids.
   Don’t get me wrong, I am not denying that little brats often have overly-indulgent parents who spoil them.  But at some point doesn’t that person take control of their lives and make of their life what they will?  Isn’t part of growing up to take responsibility and not allow society to blame your parents for everything wrong you do.  “Oh, he came from a broken home” or “his parents never taught him discipline”.  I’m sorry, but if you are over the age of 16 it is time to stop blaming your parents.  Especially since we can all do it.  There is no such thing as a calculation for perfect parents, so let us all sit back and blame the over-indulgence, uncaring, alcoholic, absentee, overly intrusive, single, working, emotionally distant, over protective, overly liberal, abusive, non-disciplining, poor, rich…. insert adjective here… parents for not doing right by us.  Yes there are fucked up parents, and then there are assholes out there who will blame perfectly fine parents for everything they have ever done wrong.

I heard a brilliant line the other day I wanted to share, which I guess was kind of what put this in my head.  Someone who had come from a very physically and emotionally abusive home.  “At some point I had to separate  what was done to me, and what I did to myself.  It’s the only way to own yourself.”

Maybe the problems with the youth of today is that society keeps telling them their triumphs are their own, and their failures are the fault of their parents, society, the government, the times, their friends, the drugs, the environment, the media… But certainly not their own.  Maybe it’s time to give kids ownership of their lives, good or bad, they are the ones making the choices.  Own the consequences.

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