So I didn't put the song of the day...we'll make it Thief by Our Lady Peace
I can't see that thief
That lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at
The side of you bed
I don't know what's happening
And I can't pretend
I love OLP...i've seen them a thousand times in concert...I couldn't find my Naveed album this morning, I don't know if it's in my car or not...or heck,do I even have it or did everyone else always have it and i just kept hearing it in their car?
Speaking of music, I'm going to DIE waiting for the new Madonna album...here's a clip of the single...WTF I have to wait 6 weeks? The last album doesn't even count, stupid American Life...I didn't even buy it, which is the only album of hers I've never owned...just keep your stupid political opinions to yourself and stick to dance music and indecent coffee books.
Alright Stefanie, you might possibly have won....I think we've figured out collectively how to max out the dude from the Taco place....if we can keep getting chips and guacamole, then we've done our job.
After work today, i'm gonna go home and take the biggest mother effing nap EVER. And then vacuum. And then fix the hem on my pants. And then iron the big pile i've got.
Oh wait ughghghgh I've got to get to that stupid dry cleaner that effed up my dress. Not only is it the principal of the matter, but it's friggin' VELVET...and I live in California! There's a very fine window in which I can wear that dress, and I wanted to wear it for the company holiday party. My body is SO bizarre and shaped weird, dresses just don't fit me right. Heck, i still have some of my prom dresses just because they at least look okay on my weird effed up body shape.
Yes i'm still in the middle of booking vegas. Right now the options are to either leave at 8am and get there insanely early, or leave at 9pm and get there kinda late...i'm all for option 1 and then taking a nap the minute we get the hotel room. More roulette time.
Today is one of those days where I hate people.
Oh wait...that's every day. My bad.
Today is one of those days where I hate people so much, i want to shove a fork in my eye.
Crap that's still every day.
Okay how about:
Today is one of thsoe days where I hate people so bad, I want to knaw my own arm off and beat people with it.
Ohhh yeahhh...can you dig it?
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renata_ims: walmart is selling a cross cutter for 30 $, so we bought one
sabinaims: okay
renata_ims: paid your visa too
sabinaims: i can do that! Seriously I feel bad.
renata_ims: its ok, u buy something over there
renata_ims: besides u got your property tax coming up
sabinaims: yeah it's over $5000...
renata_ims: its a killer
sabinaims: yup
renata_ims: u and kraig work so hard
sabinaims: yup
renata_ims: u deserve a little help now and then, dont worry, its not that much
sabinaims: thank you
renata_ims: np
renata_ims: just because we live apart, doest mean one can help a bit
sabinaims: okay
renata_ims: how is the weather down there? miss sitting on your patio
sabinaims: dry and hot
renata_ims: cross cutters are usually very expensive, so we were lucky
sabinaims: what's a cross cutter
renata_ims: oh those cutting paper machines, u know
renata_ims: shredder lol
renata_ims: even shreds visa cards
sabinaims: paper shredder
sabinaims: good, the strip kind is bad
renata_ims: yes hehe
renata_ims: well i listened to your advise and returned it, but the the cross cutter is so expensive everywhere
renata_ims: c u later
sabinaims: okay
Monday, October 03, 2005
IM with my mom some more
My_mom: hi
My_mom: are u there
My_mom:
My_mom: cute buzz
My_mom: not there
My_mom: hope everything is ok?
My_mom: c u
ME: i'm here now
My_mom: whats up etc
ME: nothing
My_mom: how are the cats, what did u do over the weekend?
ME: the cats are fine, i was out of town this weekend
My_mom: where?
ME: palm springs
My_mom: ok
My_mom: hope u have some cash left in the bank
ME: a little
My_mom: whats new
My_mom: what else is new
My_mom: marmalade had any spills lately?
My_mom: cats still fighting?
ME: cats are fine, still cute
My_mom: i bet, smokey too is cute
ME: aww
My_mom: anyway have to go the dentist and afterwards to the bank, c u
ME: have fun
My_mom: are u there
My_mom:
My_mom: cute buzz
My_mom: not there
My_mom: hope everything is ok?
My_mom: c u
ME: i'm here now
My_mom: whats up etc
ME: nothing
My_mom: how are the cats, what did u do over the weekend?
ME: the cats are fine, i was out of town this weekend
My_mom: where?
ME: palm springs
My_mom: ok
My_mom: hope u have some cash left in the bank
ME: a little
My_mom: whats new
My_mom: what else is new
My_mom: marmalade had any spills lately?
My_mom: cats still fighting?
ME: cats are fine, still cute
My_mom: i bet, smokey too is cute
ME: aww
My_mom: anyway have to go the dentist and afterwards to the bank, c u
ME: have fun
Of L'il Bratz and other meatnormous tales
NOTE: I'm too tired to check for spelling and what not, so bite me if this doesn't sound like English. Or Spanglish. Or Franglais.
Mother effer, I'm TIRED.
Came home yesterday around 5ish, just in time to get my VH1 celebReality show groove on....after that I washed up and crawled into bed, barely able to stay awake for Desperate Housewives (As much as I love the show...Mary Alice's voiceovers are getting effing annoying).
So let's go through Sunday night's tv lineup...
My Fair Brady: Adrian and Chris Knight were on Howard this morning...I have to give her credit, the show does make her out to be SUPER clingy and annoying. As for the show...I love my girlfriends, but I am NOT showering with them.
Which actually brings back a memory...
In high school for gym class they organized some "wilderness women's" retreat, which I"m sure I was supposed to learn alot of self-awareness and all that crap but I didn't, probably because i do NOT do nature and being in a cabin is roughing it up too much for me. Anyway the shower situation was grim...it was kind of an open concept, like just a big room with showerheads and that's it. So my friends Christine, Erin, and I went SUPER late at night 'cause we didn't want to go when the other people were showering (insert part where I scared the crap out of erin because she's a scaredy cat and we were walking through the woods, alone...yeah i'm a mean beatch, i prey upon others' fears)...
So Christine and Erin are on one wall getting ready to shower, and i'm on the other, and i was like "okay guys we can be cool about this, just no one turn around 'kay?"...and they were all chillin'...but then the MINUTE i took my clothes off I had a massive flip and just kept screaming "DO NOT TURN AROUND!"...Erin, already freaked out from the walk in the woods, was CRYING 'cause i was screaming, and Christine almost bust a gut laughing, and I'm screaming the entire time in hysterics.
Fast forward a few years, and one of the things in my yearbook is "do not turn around!"...ahhh good times...
back to VH1 and the tv shows....
Surreal Life: the cast this year is so horrible, and I only watch because I adore Janice Dickinson...but my GOD Celebrities are so vacant it's crazy. It's only 2 weeks out of their lives and they're CRYING over sheeat...like I could live 14 days with people and they could all DIE and I wouldn't cry. WTF.
Breaking Bonaduce: I swear, there's something about this show that hits me hard. Maybe it's because unlike all the happy-go-lucky shows...this one is dark, violent, and probably the most real out there. When Danny was begging Gretchen not to leave, I'm blown away that she did...I would have stayed...and not because I'm a good wife...but because he looked DERANGED. I mean, there was something in his eyes, I was waiting for him to stab himself.
I don't know why I even get emotional over that stupid show, but when he pours the vodka in the huge cranberry juice bottle, and just CHUGS the entire thing, straight, without spilling a drop...I almost threw up, because it was so crazy to see someone violently attacking themselves, abusing themselves, self destructing...it's almost too personal, because you can only imagine how much self-hatred that person must be feeling to risk everything they have and love in order to numb that pain and destroy themselves.
on to happier subjects...
Just some random thoughts:
--I'm wearing my new shoes today. Well, one of my new shoes. They're black satin with a little silver bow. So cute. Yeah. I'm a chick. I like shoes. Suck it.
--I'm so upset the OC won't be on for another month...wtf am I supposed to do on Thursdays without the OC? I feel...lost..empty...the horror, the horror.
--My skin got SO jacked up palm springs, I mean the air was so disgustingly dry...I'm thinking of seeing a dermatologist because I'm terrified i'm going to have SCARS. wtf. I should look into buying a humidifier for the girls' trip in 2 weekends.
--I think breakup sex is a necessary evil. It's a requirement really, to end any relationship. It's not over until you get that last burst out of your system.
--I think I need to take another bagel break, because I had 2 this morning ooozing with strawberry cream cheese and i'm STILL hungry, wtf. I'm thinking no bagels for 3 weeks.
--My friend Jenn is coming to town this weekend, and i'm so excited to see her it's crazy out of control.
--YES I KNOW GET OFF MY BACK...I still have to book my flight to Vegas. I'll do it today. I promise. Or else that flight will cost me $300.
--This week I also vow to get decent life insurance...I"m going to be f*cked if Kraig gets hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd have to sell the house.
--And mother effer, get that advanced medical directive stuff taken care of too...wtf!! (Slaps self for being so lazy).
--I got Sylvia's birthday gift, and it's SO cute (can't write it here), and damn it's amazing I had the self restraint to not buy myself one as well...
--Seriously...the weather was SO dry...I think i'm going to douse myself with baby oil when I get home today...skin is NOT looking too pretty right now.
--Why is it that when you're at work, time goes a the speed of lard...but when you're on a weekend getaway time goes by WAYYYYYYYY too fast?!!
--I want another bagel. Mother. Effer.
--They're offering subsidized flu shots here at work...I've never gotten one before...but being the cheap bastard I am, they could give out the FLU itself and I'll be like "it's free? Sure why not?"...
--There is absolutely nothing more fabulous than Tazo Passion Tea with 2 packets of Splenda...
--I gained 3 effing pounds this weekend. If i don't go to the gym tonight, I owe Caroline $100. (And yes I know it takes 3 days for food to become official poundage on your body, but you know what? Suck it.)
--I think the more each day goes by, the dumber I get. I promise you, I was once a genius. Now...I'm vying for the Anna Nicole Smith Girl Wonder award.
Mother effer, I'm TIRED.
Came home yesterday around 5ish, just in time to get my VH1 celebReality show groove on....after that I washed up and crawled into bed, barely able to stay awake for Desperate Housewives (As much as I love the show...Mary Alice's voiceovers are getting effing annoying).
So let's go through Sunday night's tv lineup...
My Fair Brady: Adrian and Chris Knight were on Howard this morning...I have to give her credit, the show does make her out to be SUPER clingy and annoying. As for the show...I love my girlfriends, but I am NOT showering with them.
Which actually brings back a memory...
In high school for gym class they organized some "wilderness women's" retreat, which I"m sure I was supposed to learn alot of self-awareness and all that crap but I didn't, probably because i do NOT do nature and being in a cabin is roughing it up too much for me. Anyway the shower situation was grim...it was kind of an open concept, like just a big room with showerheads and that's it. So my friends Christine, Erin, and I went SUPER late at night 'cause we didn't want to go when the other people were showering (insert part where I scared the crap out of erin because she's a scaredy cat and we were walking through the woods, alone...yeah i'm a mean beatch, i prey upon others' fears)...
So Christine and Erin are on one wall getting ready to shower, and i'm on the other, and i was like "okay guys we can be cool about this, just no one turn around 'kay?"...and they were all chillin'...but then the MINUTE i took my clothes off I had a massive flip and just kept screaming "DO NOT TURN AROUND!"...Erin, already freaked out from the walk in the woods, was CRYING 'cause i was screaming, and Christine almost bust a gut laughing, and I'm screaming the entire time in hysterics.
Fast forward a few years, and one of the things in my yearbook is "do not turn around!"...ahhh good times...
back to VH1 and the tv shows....
Surreal Life: the cast this year is so horrible, and I only watch because I adore Janice Dickinson...but my GOD Celebrities are so vacant it's crazy. It's only 2 weeks out of their lives and they're CRYING over sheeat...like I could live 14 days with people and they could all DIE and I wouldn't cry. WTF.
Breaking Bonaduce: I swear, there's something about this show that hits me hard. Maybe it's because unlike all the happy-go-lucky shows...this one is dark, violent, and probably the most real out there. When Danny was begging Gretchen not to leave, I'm blown away that she did...I would have stayed...and not because I'm a good wife...but because he looked DERANGED. I mean, there was something in his eyes, I was waiting for him to stab himself.
I don't know why I even get emotional over that stupid show, but when he pours the vodka in the huge cranberry juice bottle, and just CHUGS the entire thing, straight, without spilling a drop...I almost threw up, because it was so crazy to see someone violently attacking themselves, abusing themselves, self destructing...it's almost too personal, because you can only imagine how much self-hatred that person must be feeling to risk everything they have and love in order to numb that pain and destroy themselves.
on to happier subjects...
Just some random thoughts:
--I'm wearing my new shoes today. Well, one of my new shoes. They're black satin with a little silver bow. So cute. Yeah. I'm a chick. I like shoes. Suck it.
--I'm so upset the OC won't be on for another month...wtf am I supposed to do on Thursdays without the OC? I feel...lost..empty...the horror, the horror.
--My skin got SO jacked up palm springs, I mean the air was so disgustingly dry...I'm thinking of seeing a dermatologist because I'm terrified i'm going to have SCARS. wtf. I should look into buying a humidifier for the girls' trip in 2 weekends.
--I think breakup sex is a necessary evil. It's a requirement really, to end any relationship. It's not over until you get that last burst out of your system.
--I think I need to take another bagel break, because I had 2 this morning ooozing with strawberry cream cheese and i'm STILL hungry, wtf. I'm thinking no bagels for 3 weeks.
--My friend Jenn is coming to town this weekend, and i'm so excited to see her it's crazy out of control.
--YES I KNOW GET OFF MY BACK...I still have to book my flight to Vegas. I'll do it today. I promise. Or else that flight will cost me $300.
--This week I also vow to get decent life insurance...I"m going to be f*cked if Kraig gets hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd have to sell the house.
--And mother effer, get that advanced medical directive stuff taken care of too...wtf!! (Slaps self for being so lazy).
--I got Sylvia's birthday gift, and it's SO cute (can't write it here), and damn it's amazing I had the self restraint to not buy myself one as well...
--Seriously...the weather was SO dry...I think i'm going to douse myself with baby oil when I get home today...skin is NOT looking too pretty right now.
--Why is it that when you're at work, time goes a the speed of lard...but when you're on a weekend getaway time goes by WAYYYYYYYY too fast?!!
--I want another bagel. Mother. Effer.
--They're offering subsidized flu shots here at work...I've never gotten one before...but being the cheap bastard I am, they could give out the FLU itself and I'll be like "it's free? Sure why not?"...
--There is absolutely nothing more fabulous than Tazo Passion Tea with 2 packets of Splenda...
--I gained 3 effing pounds this weekend. If i don't go to the gym tonight, I owe Caroline $100. (And yes I know it takes 3 days for food to become official poundage on your body, but you know what? Suck it.)
--I think the more each day goes by, the dumber I get. I promise you, I was once a genius. Now...I'm vying for the Anna Nicole Smith Girl Wonder award.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
IM with mom, again...
Since people gripe that i don't write enough to my mom, here's more of a convo:
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
ME: i'm heren ow
ME: now
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: whats up
ME: nothing
My_Mom: she buzzes me
ME: hows smokey
My_Mom: doing good
My_Mom: he is a happy cat
My_Mom: likes to cuddle a lot in his old age
ME: yup
My_Mom: going to pay your visa bill, no need to send any money, buy something to sleep in that spare room instead
My_Mom: pay it next week, like monday
My_Mom: dad is home the past few days, his back is bad
My_Mom: was raining whole morning, very windy, effects of hurricane rita
My_Mom: so are u going to buy something for the spare room?
she buzzes me
My_Mom: hehe
ME: buy what?
My_Mom: something to sleep in your spare room
ME: i need to clear it out first
My_Mom: i know, but i pay your visa here, that will free up cash for it
My_Mom: we are coming next april for a few days
My_Mom: anyway, c u
ME: how much is the bill? I"ll pay for it, it's okay
My_Mom: 380, u gave me 100 $ from uncle zak, so its 280
My_Mom: dont worry
ME: canaidan money...do you want me to send a check for $200US?
My_Mom: dont worry i said
ME: I'm a bad daughter. I'll pay the bill.
My_Mom: oh man u are so silly
My_Mom: if u think u are bad, why dont u better yourself then
ME: I try but i always fail.
My_Mom: u are doing ok, disagreements happen
My_Mom: what u should try is ... less arguing
ME: okay. I still should pay my own bill though.
My_Mom: well it will even it out when we stay with u
My_Mom: dad went from san jose to victoria the last time, so he still has an open return ticket to ottawa, which he has to use by april
My_Mom: so we go to tarik, fly down to u for a few days, like maybe wednesday/thursday to monday, that gives us the weekend with u, u can show us around then, so dad has met kraig and seen house
My_Mom: wouldnt look good to juliana if we wouldn't visit u
My_Mom: anyway, going offline for a bit, c u later
ME: okay
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
ME: i'm heren ow
ME: now
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: whats up
ME: nothing
My_Mom: she buzzes me
ME: hows smokey
My_Mom: doing good
My_Mom: he is a happy cat
My_Mom: likes to cuddle a lot in his old age
ME: yup
My_Mom: going to pay your visa bill, no need to send any money, buy something to sleep in that spare room instead
My_Mom: pay it next week, like monday
My_Mom: dad is home the past few days, his back is bad
My_Mom: was raining whole morning, very windy, effects of hurricane rita
My_Mom: so are u going to buy something for the spare room?
she buzzes me
My_Mom: hehe
ME: buy what?
My_Mom: something to sleep in your spare room
ME: i need to clear it out first
My_Mom: i know, but i pay your visa here, that will free up cash for it
My_Mom: we are coming next april for a few days
My_Mom: anyway, c u
ME: how much is the bill? I"ll pay for it, it's okay
My_Mom: 380, u gave me 100 $ from uncle zak, so its 280
My_Mom: dont worry
ME: canaidan money...do you want me to send a check for $200US?
My_Mom: dont worry i said
ME: I'm a bad daughter. I'll pay the bill.
My_Mom: oh man u are so silly
My_Mom: if u think u are bad, why dont u better yourself then
ME: I try but i always fail.
My_Mom: u are doing ok, disagreements happen
My_Mom: what u should try is ... less arguing
ME: okay. I still should pay my own bill though.
My_Mom: well it will even it out when we stay with u
My_Mom: dad went from san jose to victoria the last time, so he still has an open return ticket to ottawa, which he has to use by april
My_Mom: so we go to tarik, fly down to u for a few days, like maybe wednesday/thursday to monday, that gives us the weekend with u, u can show us around then, so dad has met kraig and seen house
My_Mom: wouldnt look good to juliana if we wouldn't visit u
My_Mom: anyway, going offline for a bit, c u later
ME: okay
Email from the Ex....
This is just part of an email...he emailed a friend who emailed his ex girlfriend who's my friend to get a hold of me, so I emailed him, he emailed me, I emailed him back asking for clarity on something since it related to that effing psychic, and this is part of his reply:
As for the premonition, I was super scared for you, it was ultra weird.. We were in this castle which was similar to the mansion at Allerton Park (Illinois), and you and I were talking and spending time together, and then I got this very uneasy feeling and you were like, okay, I'm leaving, bye, out of the blue, and I called out to you, but you were already gone and I couldn't seem to get in touch with you... When I woke up, I had this terrible sense of loss, and maybe I've left out some minor intimate details, but I was really scared that something bad had happened to you - like I had to warn you, but for some reason I can't remember exactly what I had to warn you about... I wish I had more detail, but I am a little sketchy right now... I just had this pressing sense I HAD to call you, like I did about five years ago. I was worried. I hope you're okay.
Please tell me about the psychic.
Regards,
A.
As for the premonition, I was super scared for you, it was ultra weird.. We were in this castle which was similar to the mansion at Allerton Park (Illinois), and you and I were talking and spending time together, and then I got this very uneasy feeling and you were like, okay, I'm leaving, bye, out of the blue, and I called out to you, but you were already gone and I couldn't seem to get in touch with you... When I woke up, I had this terrible sense of loss, and maybe I've left out some minor intimate details, but I was really scared that something bad had happened to you - like I had to warn you, but for some reason I can't remember exactly what I had to warn you about... I wish I had more detail, but I am a little sketchy right now... I just had this pressing sense I HAD to call you, like I did about five years ago. I was worried. I hope you're okay.
Please tell me about the psychic.
Regards,
A.
Mr Hall, how do I answer that? The topic is Haiti and she's talking about some dinner party
OMG i have so much work that needs to be done before tomorrow morning. I'm sure i'll be stuck at work forever tonight.
I really meant to work out last night, but serious exhaustion...I napped for an hour, and then crashed at 10pm.
America's Next Top Model is so insanely fabulous, it's disgusting. The only thing that's missing is good ol' Janice...they couldn't find another bitchy ex-model? Twiggy is WAY too...vanilla...I mean, no one even knew her personality back then as anything other than a vacant thin girl with great eyelashes.
OMG I just spilled my tazo passion tea all over my keyboard and myself. wtf.
Speaking of my keyboard, clearly I'm a huge pig when I sit at my desk...I've got crumbs EVERYWHERE. I think I've already bugged IT enough times for spray air this year (like there's only so many cans you can go through before they start to get annoyed, and you NEVER want IT to be annoyed with you!).
Ugh the gel wrist thingy is all wet. Eww.
And yes, I know, I still haven't booked my flight to vegas. I need to, the costs keep going up, but I just got hit for the bill to renew my wedding ring insurance, which itself isn't that expensive but I need to get it re-appraised and I don't know any jewelers that I trust here in the OC (not that my stone is huge or anything...I just don't like the idea of not having my ring with me, and it's all GIA certified, so I want to inspect the numbers after I get the ring back).
Lost was FABULOUS last night. Amazing. Five thumbs up. Much more of a "regular" Lost episode than last week's was. Plus....we got to see Sawyer! I love that guy. I just don't see how the show could possibly go on past another year...if you assume each year is 44 days to them, well after 88 days by next year I think the novelty will wear off and I"ll expet them to get eaten by thte jolly green giant.
The song of the day (I think this already WAS a song of the day) is Shake It Off by Mariah Carey:
I gotta shake, shake it off
Gotta make that move
Find somebody who
Appreciates all the love I give
Ohhh yeahhhhh....
I really meant to work out last night, but serious exhaustion...I napped for an hour, and then crashed at 10pm.
America's Next Top Model is so insanely fabulous, it's disgusting. The only thing that's missing is good ol' Janice...they couldn't find another bitchy ex-model? Twiggy is WAY too...vanilla...I mean, no one even knew her personality back then as anything other than a vacant thin girl with great eyelashes.
OMG I just spilled my tazo passion tea all over my keyboard and myself. wtf.
Speaking of my keyboard, clearly I'm a huge pig when I sit at my desk...I've got crumbs EVERYWHERE. I think I've already bugged IT enough times for spray air this year (like there's only so many cans you can go through before they start to get annoyed, and you NEVER want IT to be annoyed with you!).
Ugh the gel wrist thingy is all wet. Eww.
And yes, I know, I still haven't booked my flight to vegas. I need to, the costs keep going up, but I just got hit for the bill to renew my wedding ring insurance, which itself isn't that expensive but I need to get it re-appraised and I don't know any jewelers that I trust here in the OC (not that my stone is huge or anything...I just don't like the idea of not having my ring with me, and it's all GIA certified, so I want to inspect the numbers after I get the ring back).
Lost was FABULOUS last night. Amazing. Five thumbs up. Much more of a "regular" Lost episode than last week's was. Plus....we got to see Sawyer! I love that guy. I just don't see how the show could possibly go on past another year...if you assume each year is 44 days to them, well after 88 days by next year I think the novelty will wear off and I"ll expet them to get eaten by thte jolly green giant.
The song of the day (I think this already WAS a song of the day) is Shake It Off by Mariah Carey:
I gotta shake, shake it off
Gotta make that move
Find somebody who
Appreciates all the love I give
Ohhh yeahhhhh....
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
IM with my mom
Today's IM....
Note: In Ontario/Canada, you can't buy liquor from just anywhere, like say Albertson's. You can only buy it from the liquore store (LCBO). And beer you buy from The Beer Store. That's it.
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
My_Mom: dad saw your visa bill, u bought something from LCBO. he said buying and giving alcohol to others is not allowed either,
My_Mom: it's like supporting the whole thing altogether, drinking and driving, drinking and violence etc
ME: yeah well someone wanted me to pick something up for them, so i did. I didn't think my father was going to review my visa bill.
My_Mom: he wasnt, he thought it was ours
My_Mom: he didnt look at the name
ME: ok
My_Mom: how much did those towels cost?
My_Mom: maybe I want u to pick up some more
ME: I don't know if they have them in stock, but i can check
My_Mom: accessories I would need a garbage can also, but it may be to heavy
ME: they didnt' have nice accessories for it
My_Mom: like it looks nice if its all the same
ME: okay
Good times, good times....
Note: In Ontario/Canada, you can't buy liquor from just anywhere, like say Albertson's. You can only buy it from the liquore store (LCBO). And beer you buy from The Beer Store. That's it.
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
My_Mom: dad saw your visa bill, u bought something from LCBO. he said buying and giving alcohol to others is not allowed either,
My_Mom: it's like supporting the whole thing altogether, drinking and driving, drinking and violence etc
ME: yeah well someone wanted me to pick something up for them, so i did. I didn't think my father was going to review my visa bill.
My_Mom: he wasnt, he thought it was ours
My_Mom: he didnt look at the name
ME: ok
My_Mom: how much did those towels cost?
My_Mom: maybe I want u to pick up some more
ME: I don't know if they have them in stock, but i can check
My_Mom: accessories I would need a garbage can also, but it may be to heavy
ME: they didnt' have nice accessories for it
My_Mom: like it looks nice if its all the same
ME: okay
Good times, good times....
I'm not touching that with a 60 foot pole
You know how sometimes you wake up and you think "ugh my hair looks like crap today" or "ugh my skin looks like crap today"...
Today is "ugh...I LOOK LIKE CRAP TODAY" day. I look like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
I think it's safe to say that even when I bowl like a 5 year old kid....when I'm drinking...I can't bowl worth sheeat. Fabulous. Just effing fabulous.
Couldn't find a place to eat last night after (Nicole, now i want Pasta Pomodoro), so I just went home and then went to the gym at around 10:30 (saw the second half of Boston Legal).
Saw this online:
I hate this show, but I want James Spader to do naughty, naughty things to me.
Well I love the show, and really the person means the character Alan Shore...and yes, I think we all agree that we want Alan Shore to do his nastiest to us.
Speaking of nasty...I was running now on my magazine selections at the gym, which meant that I was forced to bring some of the men's magazines we get (why do we have a subscription to FHM, Stuff, Maxim, and Esquire when I'm the one who reads them all?!), so I brought the past 2 months' of Esquire with me to read.
So I read the following, and it made me think...
Is there any way to increase the volume of my ejaculate?
I'm sorry but no pill, shake, or dietary modifications will incrase the volume of your ejaculate, and if anyone tells your different, it's time ot sit down and really reassess that friendship. Most men product between 2.5 and 5 cc's per shot, which is equal to roughly a tablespoon and has a street value of about thirty dollars. Your measure is predetermined by God Himself and inscribed in the Book of LIfe next to your favorite ice cream. Yes, it is possible to achieve your personal most through abstinence, but dont' think you can save up enough to rewallpaper the Palace at Versailles or anything. After about 3 days, the fluid starts to get reabsorbed by the body, where it grows irritable and loses interest in activities it used to enjoy. Eventually, you'll forget it was ever there.
So this is interesting for a multiple of reasons:
1. I said yesterday that you get $20 for making a donation to the sperm bank. I see the rate has increased to $30. My bad.
2. I really did always think that if a guy drank more fluids, then he would shoot out more 'cause he's just got more hydration...like basically giving those swimmers a bigger pool to hang out in.
3. It only recently came to my attention that that stuff gets reabsorbed by the body. I thought it was a bunch of BS. I always thought that unless it gets shot back out, it goes back to whatever reservoir/baggie that's holding it within the male body until the next time round. Like let's say you get it on with a chick but you don't finish...well then I thought that went back and then say two days later you get it on again...well then the same sperm produced 2 days previous is what gets shot out,but i guess that wouldn't be too good if say you didn't get your rocks off for like 10 years or something.
Fascinating stuff.
As usual, the cats woke me up at an unGodly hour...when I go away anywhere I swear, I miss my cats so much it aches. I really do. The drive back always has me jumping up and down becuase I want nothing more than to run through the doors and snuggle Marmalade (which she hates). Like, it makes me sick how much i miss her. She's my buddy.
that being said....you have NO IDEA how much i'm looking forward to SLEEPING IN this weekend. This morning, it's all i could think about at Stash's tail kept flicking me in the effing face. yeah. You're cute. I know. get your fur out of my face and stop purring so damn loud and no that does NOT mean you can go in the boxspring and claw it up for hours.
I can't believe I missed Real World. Sigh.
Tonight's tv lineup: America's Next Top Model and Lost....plus I gotta catch up on the stuff I recorded.... OMG i love tv.
Today's song of the day: Listen to Your Heart by DHT...I hate that version, old skool Roxette is where it's at, but it's always on the radio so I might as well make it a song of the day.
Unrelated note: I was going to end the blog here, but my boss pointed out how no one was here because Barranca had serious traffic issues (I went on Alton, because I stopped to get a bagel, so I had no idea), and I knew that meant that everyone would come in and bitch and gripe and tell me all about it...I kid you not, for 10 minutes straight 3 women here were yakking about the cross streets they took...i'm going to ram my pen in my eye there's nothing more annoying than women either laughing or blabbering on about somethig or other. WOMEN ARE SO G*DDAMN ANNOYING!!!
Today is "ugh...I LOOK LIKE CRAP TODAY" day. I look like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
I think it's safe to say that even when I bowl like a 5 year old kid....when I'm drinking...I can't bowl worth sheeat. Fabulous. Just effing fabulous.
Couldn't find a place to eat last night after (Nicole, now i want Pasta Pomodoro), so I just went home and then went to the gym at around 10:30 (saw the second half of Boston Legal).
Saw this online:
I hate this show, but I want James Spader to do naughty, naughty things to me.
Well I love the show, and really the person means the character Alan Shore...and yes, I think we all agree that we want Alan Shore to do his nastiest to us.
Speaking of nasty...I was running now on my magazine selections at the gym, which meant that I was forced to bring some of the men's magazines we get (why do we have a subscription to FHM, Stuff, Maxim, and Esquire when I'm the one who reads them all?!), so I brought the past 2 months' of Esquire with me to read.
So I read the following, and it made me think...
Is there any way to increase the volume of my ejaculate?
I'm sorry but no pill, shake, or dietary modifications will incrase the volume of your ejaculate, and if anyone tells your different, it's time ot sit down and really reassess that friendship. Most men product between 2.5 and 5 cc's per shot, which is equal to roughly a tablespoon and has a street value of about thirty dollars. Your measure is predetermined by God Himself and inscribed in the Book of LIfe next to your favorite ice cream. Yes, it is possible to achieve your personal most through abstinence, but dont' think you can save up enough to rewallpaper the Palace at Versailles or anything. After about 3 days, the fluid starts to get reabsorbed by the body, where it grows irritable and loses interest in activities it used to enjoy. Eventually, you'll forget it was ever there.
So this is interesting for a multiple of reasons:
1. I said yesterday that you get $20 for making a donation to the sperm bank. I see the rate has increased to $30. My bad.
2. I really did always think that if a guy drank more fluids, then he would shoot out more 'cause he's just got more hydration...like basically giving those swimmers a bigger pool to hang out in.
3. It only recently came to my attention that that stuff gets reabsorbed by the body. I thought it was a bunch of BS. I always thought that unless it gets shot back out, it goes back to whatever reservoir/baggie that's holding it within the male body until the next time round. Like let's say you get it on with a chick but you don't finish...well then I thought that went back and then say two days later you get it on again...well then the same sperm produced 2 days previous is what gets shot out,but i guess that wouldn't be too good if say you didn't get your rocks off for like 10 years or something.
Fascinating stuff.
As usual, the cats woke me up at an unGodly hour...when I go away anywhere I swear, I miss my cats so much it aches. I really do. The drive back always has me jumping up and down becuase I want nothing more than to run through the doors and snuggle Marmalade (which she hates). Like, it makes me sick how much i miss her. She's my buddy.
that being said....you have NO IDEA how much i'm looking forward to SLEEPING IN this weekend. This morning, it's all i could think about at Stash's tail kept flicking me in the effing face. yeah. You're cute. I know. get your fur out of my face and stop purring so damn loud and no that does NOT mean you can go in the boxspring and claw it up for hours.
I can't believe I missed Real World. Sigh.
Tonight's tv lineup: America's Next Top Model and Lost....plus I gotta catch up on the stuff I recorded.... OMG i love tv.
Today's song of the day: Listen to Your Heart by DHT...I hate that version, old skool Roxette is where it's at, but it's always on the radio so I might as well make it a song of the day.
Unrelated note: I was going to end the blog here, but my boss pointed out how no one was here because Barranca had serious traffic issues (I went on Alton, because I stopped to get a bagel, so I had no idea), and I knew that meant that everyone would come in and bitch and gripe and tell me all about it...I kid you not, for 10 minutes straight 3 women here were yakking about the cross streets they took...i'm going to ram my pen in my eye there's nothing more annoying than women either laughing or blabbering on about somethig or other. WOMEN ARE SO G*DDAMN ANNOYING!!!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
A whole lot of nothingness
Yeah, I know, I haven't written. Been busy. My brain is elsewhere. Suck it.
I"m blown away that I managed to get to the gym last night, but I didn't do a crazy hard workout, just 30 mins of cardio and I barely broke a sweat. I was thinking while on the elliptical about whether or not people really do change.
Let's backtrack a bit. I actually watched a boatload of TV last night, and I finally got to see that Kitchen Confidential, and someone mentioned that people jsut don't change (wrt 4 years previous)...
4 years ago I was just getting used to living in the US, kinda. I had been living here for a year, which really is like having your first birthday, because everything had to be learned.
5 years ago I remember getting annoyed with my boyfriend becuase he was all into Howard STern (which we don't get in Canada, but he lived close enough to Buffalo where he could get the stations) and South Park, neither of which had the kind of humor that I found funny. Fast forward a few years....and now i'm in anticipation of getting Sirious radio just for Howard, and I was dying laughing at South Park on the screens at the gym. So in 4 or 5 years, can people change?
I came to California thinking that i could finally be a whole new person, since everyone in Ottawa that knows me has known me since we were little...But i get the impression that everyone still sees me the same way, which I don't think is a good thing 'cause I actually WANTED to be someone different.
Whatever.
On a hugely depressing note, Kraig came home last night with a newspaper clipping that shows home prices in OC...our zip code is the ONLY zip code in the entire list that went down in value.
WHAT
THE
F*CK.
I think i'll blame him for this, because he has the worst luck ever. EVER.
EVERRRRRR.
I never had great luck, but I didn't have bad luck either. HE however, has everything bad that can happen. Who buys a Honda Accord and has it break down on a weekly basis? It's an ACCORD for God's sakes! And I knew full well when we bought the house that it was going to go down in value. Ugh.
When we were looking for another cat, after Rusty died (yeah, the cat that had a bad thyroid problem...and when we got it under control, he ends up getting a huge tumor and dies), we saw this big fluffy cat Stash (hence where we got the name for our current kitty) and Kraig fell in love with him...until he saw the note that said the cat had a heart murmur...and we both looked at each other because we knew full well that cat's life would be pretty short if we adopted it.
I gotta remember to book my vegas tix today...i'm SUCH a moron, i should have booked them last week but nooooo, I'm an idiot, and I wanted to hold off...ugh. Now there's barely any affordable flights, I think at best we can fly out at 8am without paying more than $120 each.
I NEED to get my roulette groove on at Excalibur...it's funny how mild mannered budget-conscious people can suddenly go CRAZY in vegas. I'm almost salivating at the thought of roulette right now, you have NO idea. Maybe i can win back the airfare, pfft!
I can't believe the Donald is gonna have a kid...I was sure at 59 that he was shootin' blanks. Go Donald!
Soooooo tired. Last night I had a crazy dream about some comic book hero dude. Very bizarre. And it was New Year's Eve.
Yeah this is all a bunch of random thoughts that don't mean anything, aren't humorous in any way, and your brain is getting dumber by the moment.
The song of the day kids is....NOTHING! Yeah that's right, nothing, so suck it. I have like 5 songs in my head from the drive into work but none of them are blog-worthy so you'll have to appreciate silence.
My last final rant for the moment: I dont' know what mother nature is doing, but she's being awfully cruel to my skin. Thank GOD for foundation. This morning I looked like a christmas tree but with only red lights. Plus the tip of my NOSE is breaking out even....wtf. I haven't switched cleansers or anything recently, so wtf. I think it's just stress, but I don't know what i'm stressed over other than the usual pile of work that's due but i typically procrastinate on.
I think i'm really stressed about my property tax bill, because I want to pay it in full but with the mortgage payment coming up in a few days, that's not happening. I have a long while to pay it, but I"m one of those people that likes ot pay her bills, in full, as soon as they come in. I'm not down with paying this thing in two installments.
I swear, if i had fake boobs, i really would moonlight as a stripper. It's not to say that I think i have a good enough body, but heck even if I made say $100 a night that would cover plenty of our bills. The only reason I woudln't be a stripper ISN'T because I've got an edumacation and you go to school to AVOID being a stripper...but because I would be afraid one of my coworkers would come in and recognize me!
Kraig keeps saying that I should get a job as one of those phone sex operator things...I can BS crazy perverted sex talk with a straight face no problem (ohhh yeahhhh you like livestock? lick that goat...lick it! Harder!)...but how the heck does one get a job doing THAT?!!!
If i were a guy I'd go to a sperm bank regularly and make "donations" for $20....is that how much they get? It's so not fair.
Today's goal: find a way to sleep with your eyes open. While typing.
I"m blown away that I managed to get to the gym last night, but I didn't do a crazy hard workout, just 30 mins of cardio and I barely broke a sweat. I was thinking while on the elliptical about whether or not people really do change.
Let's backtrack a bit. I actually watched a boatload of TV last night, and I finally got to see that Kitchen Confidential, and someone mentioned that people jsut don't change (wrt 4 years previous)...
4 years ago I was just getting used to living in the US, kinda. I had been living here for a year, which really is like having your first birthday, because everything had to be learned.
5 years ago I remember getting annoyed with my boyfriend becuase he was all into Howard STern (which we don't get in Canada, but he lived close enough to Buffalo where he could get the stations) and South Park, neither of which had the kind of humor that I found funny. Fast forward a few years....and now i'm in anticipation of getting Sirious radio just for Howard, and I was dying laughing at South Park on the screens at the gym. So in 4 or 5 years, can people change?
I came to California thinking that i could finally be a whole new person, since everyone in Ottawa that knows me has known me since we were little...But i get the impression that everyone still sees me the same way, which I don't think is a good thing 'cause I actually WANTED to be someone different.
Whatever.
On a hugely depressing note, Kraig came home last night with a newspaper clipping that shows home prices in OC...our zip code is the ONLY zip code in the entire list that went down in value.
WHAT
THE
F*CK.
I think i'll blame him for this, because he has the worst luck ever. EVER.
EVERRRRRR.
I never had great luck, but I didn't have bad luck either. HE however, has everything bad that can happen. Who buys a Honda Accord and has it break down on a weekly basis? It's an ACCORD for God's sakes! And I knew full well when we bought the house that it was going to go down in value. Ugh.
When we were looking for another cat, after Rusty died (yeah, the cat that had a bad thyroid problem...and when we got it under control, he ends up getting a huge tumor and dies), we saw this big fluffy cat Stash (hence where we got the name for our current kitty) and Kraig fell in love with him...until he saw the note that said the cat had a heart murmur...and we both looked at each other because we knew full well that cat's life would be pretty short if we adopted it.
I gotta remember to book my vegas tix today...i'm SUCH a moron, i should have booked them last week but nooooo, I'm an idiot, and I wanted to hold off...ugh. Now there's barely any affordable flights, I think at best we can fly out at 8am without paying more than $120 each.
I NEED to get my roulette groove on at Excalibur...it's funny how mild mannered budget-conscious people can suddenly go CRAZY in vegas. I'm almost salivating at the thought of roulette right now, you have NO idea. Maybe i can win back the airfare, pfft!
I can't believe the Donald is gonna have a kid...I was sure at 59 that he was shootin' blanks. Go Donald!
Soooooo tired. Last night I had a crazy dream about some comic book hero dude. Very bizarre. And it was New Year's Eve.
Yeah this is all a bunch of random thoughts that don't mean anything, aren't humorous in any way, and your brain is getting dumber by the moment.
The song of the day kids is....NOTHING! Yeah that's right, nothing, so suck it. I have like 5 songs in my head from the drive into work but none of them are blog-worthy so you'll have to appreciate silence.
My last final rant for the moment: I dont' know what mother nature is doing, but she's being awfully cruel to my skin. Thank GOD for foundation. This morning I looked like a christmas tree but with only red lights. Plus the tip of my NOSE is breaking out even....wtf. I haven't switched cleansers or anything recently, so wtf. I think it's just stress, but I don't know what i'm stressed over other than the usual pile of work that's due but i typically procrastinate on.
I think i'm really stressed about my property tax bill, because I want to pay it in full but with the mortgage payment coming up in a few days, that's not happening. I have a long while to pay it, but I"m one of those people that likes ot pay her bills, in full, as soon as they come in. I'm not down with paying this thing in two installments.
I swear, if i had fake boobs, i really would moonlight as a stripper. It's not to say that I think i have a good enough body, but heck even if I made say $100 a night that would cover plenty of our bills. The only reason I woudln't be a stripper ISN'T because I've got an edumacation and you go to school to AVOID being a stripper...but because I would be afraid one of my coworkers would come in and recognize me!
Kraig keeps saying that I should get a job as one of those phone sex operator things...I can BS crazy perverted sex talk with a straight face no problem (ohhh yeahhhh you like livestock? lick that goat...lick it! Harder!)...but how the heck does one get a job doing THAT?!!!
If i were a guy I'd go to a sperm bank regularly and make "donations" for $20....is that how much they get? It's so not fair.
Today's goal: find a way to sleep with your eyes open. While typing.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Saturday morning
Yes I'm a loser, it's 7:16am on a SATURDAY. Stash is back to his habit of clawing his way out of the boxspring mattress, and this morning I attempted to cut the claws that didn't have SoftPaws on them (since he chews them apart anyway) but that didn't work...and now I have to wait till his claws grow back before I can put the SoftPaws back on. Fabulous.
I'm so tired it's out of control.
So to kill time...how about some Friday five this Saturday morning...
Name your guilty pleasure when it comes to:
1. Music.
Does Madonna count as a guilty pleasure? Hmmm okay....Def Leppard and Chicago then...
2. Food and/or drink.
POUTINE all the way...runner up: Doritos. And Chex Mix. Drink? Vitasoy Low Fat Soymilk....I could drink that stuff like it's going out of style.
3. TV and/or movies.
Please. Tv: the WB on a Friday night (yeah yeah...What I Like About You and Reba)...i'm not even the target demographic...it's embarassing.
Movies: Footloose of course! Does Clueless count as a guilty pleasure, 'cause I'm not guilty about loving that at all. Armegeddon is a guilty pleasure (note to self: look into buying that movie)...
OH and the ultimate guilty pleasure90210!!! I'm going to go broke whenever that comes out on DVD.
4. Activities.
I kinda dig scrapbooking, even though the stuff I do makes it look like a 2 year old did it. I keep meaning to make a pretty wedding album...uh yeah i'll get right on that.
Does selling stuff on ebay count as a guilty pleasure? Some people think it's work, but I actually get a thrill out of organizing everything and putting stuff up and then watching the numbers go higher. It's like a game: Sell Sabina's Crap.
5. Reading material.
InStyle doesn't make me feel guilty, so that doesn't count. I've been reading Cosmo again lately. And I've resorted to the fact that in the past 4 years, if I'm going to read a novel, it's going to be some unintelligent Bridget Jones-type book. Jane Green rocks my world.
1. You have half an hour to leave your home, knowing that you will never be back, and anything you leave behind will be destroyed or gone. What do you take? (assuming all the people are taken care of)
My cats! If cats count as people....I would take my "S" necklace (which i think is in a safe deposit box at the bank anyway)...and my financial/insurance/passport stuff. And if time: the negatives for my photos (which i REALLY need to put in the safe deposit box at the bank as well). Oh, and my glasses (i'm assuming refilling my contact lenses might be hard). Plus my purse when out the door.
2. You have twenty-four hours to leave your home, knowing that you will never be back, and anything you leave behind will be destroyed or gone. What do you take? (assuming all the people are taken care of)
Everything above...plus my photos/wedding DVD...all my jewelry...all my underwear...the laptop i got from work...the charger for my cell phone...my most valuable My Little Pony(s) then i'd stuff it all in my car with a ton of blankets and pillows and random clothes.
3. For those of you that have a car: Now answer 1 & 2 assuming you don't. For those of you that don't, assume you do (just a regular-size car, not a Hummer!).
1 would be the same.
2: everything except the blankets and pillows and random clothes.
4. You have to go at least 100 miles away (and if you're coastal, inland) to be safe. Where would you go? Family? Friends? A shelter? How would you get there?
I would drive mother effer. Does Tracy count as "inland" even though it's way up north? I'd probably go to my brother's place.
5. How much would losing your home and possessions affect your life? Would you recover faily quickly? Or would it be disastrous for you?
It would be disastrous. My ultimate plan is to go crazy one weekend photographing and cataloging EVERYTHING for my home insurance, I mean right down to the articles of clothing (since i have a replacement policy, not cash value). I'm crazy paranoid about fires and breakins.
1. How often do you speak to your parent(s)*? Why or why not?
Speak? LIke...once in a blue moon. But my mom IMs me pretty much on a daily basis. Kind of hard when you're international long distance.
2. How often do you visit to your parent(s)*? Why or why not?
At this rate...once every 2 or 3 years. I don't have boatloads of vacation time, and in the past the only time I went home and visited was when I got another job and would have to go home to get a new work visa.
3. What's the most valuable thing you learned from your parents?
Don't know if this is valuable, but just the value of cash and not being super frivolous with it. To plan for the future, to save.
4. What's the most harmful thing you learned from your parents?
General anxiety...being worried that I won't have enough to take care of my family on a daily basis.
5. If you could change one thing about your relationship with your parents, what would it be? Why?
We would talk more and I wouldn't lose my temper within 4 seconds and yell....
1. What's the last gift you gave to someone?
I mailed Stacey her birthday gift.
2. What's the most important thing you've ever found?
I"m assuming by "thing" this means something concrete (not like finding "love" or something retarded like that)...and by "found" i'm assuming this isn't something of mine that I lost...HA i can't think of anything. I once found a copier card (you know, when you're in university and you have to use the photocopiers they charge an arm and a leg on campus and you have to get a copy card with cash on it) with a boatload of dough on it, that was pretty awesome. Oh i found a gold necklace once, but the chain is too long so I never wear it, but it's pretty.
Yeah i don't find interesting stuff.
3. If you could have any device to make your life easier, what would you choose? No, you can't sell it. I'm talking about something for your own use.
I take it this device has to already exist.
One of those cell phones that has a fabulous screen so you can surf the web and all that (built-in PDA types) without me having to pay the fees for the web access. Otherwise...a shnazzy laptop with an insane wireless card that lets me steal my neighbor's internet access.
4. If you could retrieve one thing that you've lost, what would it be?
I don't lose things. I really don't. I break things, sure, but I can count on my hand how many things I've lost. And those are:
Two Club Monaco hoodies...grumble.
An earring once when skiing.
A few CDs...2 Madonna ones, a Mariah Carey one, and I think i'm missing a Linkin Park one.
5. Have you ever had something stolen from you? Was it important?
YES....our workout money at work...important, no, but we EARNED that money.
1. Have you ever quit a job? Tell us a little about it.
HA i've had 17 jobs in 15 years, of course i've quit a job. what can I say? I came, I worked, I left.
2. Have you ever been fired? Tell us a little about it.
No, but i've been laid off a ton. Well not a ton, maybe 3 times?
3. Have you ever been bought as part of a merger or takeover? Tell us a little about it.
Hmmm...go figure....nope. (Later) Oh wait yeah...when I worked at National Trust, the got bought out by ScotiaBank...but by then i had already found another job anyway.
4. Of all the jobs you've had, which job were you saddest to leave? Why?
Le Chateau: it's the longest job I've ever had (4 years), I knew everything about that job/industry like the back of my hand, and I loved my coworkers to the bone. I think I was the longest person there by the time I left. Plus it gave me a TON of self confidence...selling stuff to strangers and making them believe you're their best friend takes alot of balls sometimes.
Symbol: well sad because it was the highest salary i've ever gotten. And my boss was FANTASTIC...he was an ex-military guy, very aggressive, loved pushing the boundaries and in the 1.5 years I was there, he managed to make our little team look like shining stars. I actually learned SOOOO much, and it's sad because after that I went to a company that was nowhere near as progressive and I feel like i'm kinda dumber as a result.
5. Of all the jobs you've had, which job were you happiest to leave? Why?
HA...let's see...other than "grunt jobs" like fast food or yardwork...
There was the job where I worked for a tutoring company, selling their services...it was boring, hard, and...well just boring.
Caspian: I got laid off 3 days after my 1 year anniversary...I was forced to stay there for 1 year, so that whole situation was just effed up. When i hit the 6-month mark of my prison sentence, I cried the entire way to work becuase I was sure I was going commit suicide before leaving. The people were horrible (well, except for Candace, Tony, Joel, and a few others...and we still all talk) and the technology was going nowhere and everything moved at snail's pace and my boss was the WORST BOSS EVER.
1. How much time do you typically spend alone* each day? Each week?
This past month...very little time alone, by the time I've gotten home Kraig's been home. But previously this year...i don't know, say 4 hours if I didn't go out after work?
2. Would you like more or less alone time?
MUCH more. I just like having my space to do my thing and not have to be NICE to people. People in general suck. And i'm sick of smiling (saturday morning crankiness right now).
3. What do you typically do during your alone time? (Or, if you don't get any, what would you do?)
Typically...watch tv...clean...organize crap...
4. How much time did you typically spend alone as a child? Did you want more or less alone time?
I spent alot of time alone...usually reading...i mean, my parents were obviously always home but it's not like as a kid you're going to have this crazy social life after work ("hey mom, drive me all over town...."), but overall i was a HUGE introvert as a kid. The "shy one".
5. How does being alone usually make you feel? Refreshed? Antsy?
Makes me feel...calm...like i've finally organized my crap and gotten my life in order.
1. How old are you?
28...you effing bastard.
2. How old do you feel? Why?
Hmmm...19...because under 19, I was WAYYYYY too mature for my age...but then after 19, and going to university, I think i stunted my own mental growth and now i'm too immature for my age.
3. How old would you like to be? Why?
Around 15...that's around the time when i can start maxing out what i already know.
If i'm not allowed to know what I already know, then 23...that's when i moved out of my parents house...i'd enjoy my freedom all over again!
4. What was your best age? Why?
18...I had finally gotten over my stupid 1st boyfriend (did I mention yet how i'd love to bash him with a crowbar?!) and I realized that everything i had gotten from ONE guy, i could get from a TON of guy friends so I didn't need a bf (that's the longest stretch i've ever gone, 1 year, without a boyfriend in my life). I was working super hard in school, was on top of the graduating class, was old enough to go clubbing in Hull (Quebec for you US folks), and I just generally felt REALLY good about myself.
5. What was your worst age? Why?
Ugh 19 to 22. University was just horrible. Bad. EVIL! Evil I tell you. I mean, overall I had a good time with friends and socializing, but I shouldn't have studied what I did, I hated the school, and I didn't feel the same passion that I did in high school to have this wonderful career blah blah.
Too bad Quarter Life Crisis wasn't around for me back then :P
If you've actually read this far, you must be uber bored.
1. How often do you generally say "I love you" to people you are romantically involved with? Why that often?
Daily....why? Because it's my husband and it's the right thing to do, in case I get hit by a bus and he has to be stuck thinking how I didn't say "I love you" that day.
2. How often do you generally say "I love you" to your friends? Why that often?
Lol not that often...usually either when i'm drunk or just writing in emails "dude! I love you! You rock!" type of things.
3. How often do you generally say "I love you" to your mother? Father? Other family? Why that often?
I've REALLY been trying with my mom, because i'm a bad daughter and I SHOULD say that crap more often. As for other family: uh yeah we just don't say it. We know it. We just don't say it.
4. When was the first time you said "I love you" to someone in a romantic context? What were the circumstances?
My first boyfriend Kevin (see crowbar comment, above)...i don't remember at all how that came about...and I do NOT say the "L-word" first ever. Never ever. Ever. EVER.
5. When was the last time you said "I love you" to someone, in any context? What were the circumstances?
Probably last night to Kraig before going to sleep.
Well it's 8am, and the cats are driving me crazy wanting food, so I guess I should continue with the laundry after I'm done feeding them. ARGH Marmalade is on my lap right now and keeps rubbing her nose against my face and it's cute but all slimey....
I'm so tired it's out of control.
So to kill time...how about some Friday five this Saturday morning...
Name your guilty pleasure when it comes to:
1. Music.
Does Madonna count as a guilty pleasure? Hmmm okay....Def Leppard and Chicago then...
2. Food and/or drink.
POUTINE all the way...runner up: Doritos. And Chex Mix. Drink? Vitasoy Low Fat Soymilk....I could drink that stuff like it's going out of style.
3. TV and/or movies.
Please. Tv: the WB on a Friday night (yeah yeah...What I Like About You and Reba)...i'm not even the target demographic...it's embarassing.
Movies: Footloose of course! Does Clueless count as a guilty pleasure, 'cause I'm not guilty about loving that at all. Armegeddon is a guilty pleasure (note to self: look into buying that movie)...
OH and the ultimate guilty pleasure90210!!! I'm going to go broke whenever that comes out on DVD.
4. Activities.
I kinda dig scrapbooking, even though the stuff I do makes it look like a 2 year old did it. I keep meaning to make a pretty wedding album...uh yeah i'll get right on that.
Does selling stuff on ebay count as a guilty pleasure? Some people think it's work, but I actually get a thrill out of organizing everything and putting stuff up and then watching the numbers go higher. It's like a game: Sell Sabina's Crap.
5. Reading material.
InStyle doesn't make me feel guilty, so that doesn't count. I've been reading Cosmo again lately. And I've resorted to the fact that in the past 4 years, if I'm going to read a novel, it's going to be some unintelligent Bridget Jones-type book. Jane Green rocks my world.
1. You have half an hour to leave your home, knowing that you will never be back, and anything you leave behind will be destroyed or gone. What do you take? (assuming all the people are taken care of)
My cats! If cats count as people....I would take my "S" necklace (which i think is in a safe deposit box at the bank anyway)...and my financial/insurance/passport stuff. And if time: the negatives for my photos (which i REALLY need to put in the safe deposit box at the bank as well). Oh, and my glasses (i'm assuming refilling my contact lenses might be hard). Plus my purse when out the door.
2. You have twenty-four hours to leave your home, knowing that you will never be back, and anything you leave behind will be destroyed or gone. What do you take? (assuming all the people are taken care of)
Everything above...plus my photos/wedding DVD...all my jewelry...all my underwear...the laptop i got from work...the charger for my cell phone...my most valuable My Little Pony(s) then i'd stuff it all in my car with a ton of blankets and pillows and random clothes.
3. For those of you that have a car: Now answer 1 & 2 assuming you don't. For those of you that don't, assume you do (just a regular-size car, not a Hummer!).
1 would be the same.
2: everything except the blankets and pillows and random clothes.
4. You have to go at least 100 miles away (and if you're coastal, inland) to be safe. Where would you go? Family? Friends? A shelter? How would you get there?
I would drive mother effer. Does Tracy count as "inland" even though it's way up north? I'd probably go to my brother's place.
5. How much would losing your home and possessions affect your life? Would you recover faily quickly? Or would it be disastrous for you?
It would be disastrous. My ultimate plan is to go crazy one weekend photographing and cataloging EVERYTHING for my home insurance, I mean right down to the articles of clothing (since i have a replacement policy, not cash value). I'm crazy paranoid about fires and breakins.
1. How often do you speak to your parent(s)*? Why or why not?
Speak? LIke...once in a blue moon. But my mom IMs me pretty much on a daily basis. Kind of hard when you're international long distance.
2. How often do you visit to your parent(s)*? Why or why not?
At this rate...once every 2 or 3 years. I don't have boatloads of vacation time, and in the past the only time I went home and visited was when I got another job and would have to go home to get a new work visa.
3. What's the most valuable thing you learned from your parents?
Don't know if this is valuable, but just the value of cash and not being super frivolous with it. To plan for the future, to save.
4. What's the most harmful thing you learned from your parents?
General anxiety...being worried that I won't have enough to take care of my family on a daily basis.
5. If you could change one thing about your relationship with your parents, what would it be? Why?
We would talk more and I wouldn't lose my temper within 4 seconds and yell....
1. What's the last gift you gave to someone?
I mailed Stacey her birthday gift.
2. What's the most important thing you've ever found?
I"m assuming by "thing" this means something concrete (not like finding "love" or something retarded like that)...and by "found" i'm assuming this isn't something of mine that I lost...HA i can't think of anything. I once found a copier card (you know, when you're in university and you have to use the photocopiers they charge an arm and a leg on campus and you have to get a copy card with cash on it) with a boatload of dough on it, that was pretty awesome. Oh i found a gold necklace once, but the chain is too long so I never wear it, but it's pretty.
Yeah i don't find interesting stuff.
3. If you could have any device to make your life easier, what would you choose? No, you can't sell it. I'm talking about something for your own use.
I take it this device has to already exist.
One of those cell phones that has a fabulous screen so you can surf the web and all that (built-in PDA types) without me having to pay the fees for the web access. Otherwise...a shnazzy laptop with an insane wireless card that lets me steal my neighbor's internet access.
4. If you could retrieve one thing that you've lost, what would it be?
I don't lose things. I really don't. I break things, sure, but I can count on my hand how many things I've lost. And those are:
Two Club Monaco hoodies...grumble.
An earring once when skiing.
A few CDs...2 Madonna ones, a Mariah Carey one, and I think i'm missing a Linkin Park one.
5. Have you ever had something stolen from you? Was it important?
YES....our workout money at work...important, no, but we EARNED that money.
1. Have you ever quit a job? Tell us a little about it.
HA i've had 17 jobs in 15 years, of course i've quit a job. what can I say? I came, I worked, I left.
2. Have you ever been fired? Tell us a little about it.
No, but i've been laid off a ton. Well not a ton, maybe 3 times?
3. Have you ever been bought as part of a merger or takeover? Tell us a little about it.
Hmmm...go figure....nope. (Later) Oh wait yeah...when I worked at National Trust, the got bought out by ScotiaBank...but by then i had already found another job anyway.
4. Of all the jobs you've had, which job were you saddest to leave? Why?
Le Chateau: it's the longest job I've ever had (4 years), I knew everything about that job/industry like the back of my hand, and I loved my coworkers to the bone. I think I was the longest person there by the time I left. Plus it gave me a TON of self confidence...selling stuff to strangers and making them believe you're their best friend takes alot of balls sometimes.
Symbol: well sad because it was the highest salary i've ever gotten. And my boss was FANTASTIC...he was an ex-military guy, very aggressive, loved pushing the boundaries and in the 1.5 years I was there, he managed to make our little team look like shining stars. I actually learned SOOOO much, and it's sad because after that I went to a company that was nowhere near as progressive and I feel like i'm kinda dumber as a result.
5. Of all the jobs you've had, which job were you happiest to leave? Why?
HA...let's see...other than "grunt jobs" like fast food or yardwork...
There was the job where I worked for a tutoring company, selling their services...it was boring, hard, and...well just boring.
Caspian: I got laid off 3 days after my 1 year anniversary...I was forced to stay there for 1 year, so that whole situation was just effed up. When i hit the 6-month mark of my prison sentence, I cried the entire way to work becuase I was sure I was going commit suicide before leaving. The people were horrible (well, except for Candace, Tony, Joel, and a few others...and we still all talk) and the technology was going nowhere and everything moved at snail's pace and my boss was the WORST BOSS EVER.
1. How much time do you typically spend alone* each day? Each week?
This past month...very little time alone, by the time I've gotten home Kraig's been home. But previously this year...i don't know, say 4 hours if I didn't go out after work?
2. Would you like more or less alone time?
MUCH more. I just like having my space to do my thing and not have to be NICE to people. People in general suck. And i'm sick of smiling (saturday morning crankiness right now).
3. What do you typically do during your alone time? (Or, if you don't get any, what would you do?)
Typically...watch tv...clean...organize crap...
4. How much time did you typically spend alone as a child? Did you want more or less alone time?
I spent alot of time alone...usually reading...i mean, my parents were obviously always home but it's not like as a kid you're going to have this crazy social life after work ("hey mom, drive me all over town...."), but overall i was a HUGE introvert as a kid. The "shy one".
5. How does being alone usually make you feel? Refreshed? Antsy?
Makes me feel...calm...like i've finally organized my crap and gotten my life in order.
1. How old are you?
28...you effing bastard.
2. How old do you feel? Why?
Hmmm...19...because under 19, I was WAYYYYY too mature for my age...but then after 19, and going to university, I think i stunted my own mental growth and now i'm too immature for my age.
3. How old would you like to be? Why?
Around 15...that's around the time when i can start maxing out what i already know.
If i'm not allowed to know what I already know, then 23...that's when i moved out of my parents house...i'd enjoy my freedom all over again!
4. What was your best age? Why?
18...I had finally gotten over my stupid 1st boyfriend (did I mention yet how i'd love to bash him with a crowbar?!) and I realized that everything i had gotten from ONE guy, i could get from a TON of guy friends so I didn't need a bf (that's the longest stretch i've ever gone, 1 year, without a boyfriend in my life). I was working super hard in school, was on top of the graduating class, was old enough to go clubbing in Hull (Quebec for you US folks), and I just generally felt REALLY good about myself.
5. What was your worst age? Why?
Ugh 19 to 22. University was just horrible. Bad. EVIL! Evil I tell you. I mean, overall I had a good time with friends and socializing, but I shouldn't have studied what I did, I hated the school, and I didn't feel the same passion that I did in high school to have this wonderful career blah blah.
Too bad Quarter Life Crisis wasn't around for me back then :P
If you've actually read this far, you must be uber bored.
1. How often do you generally say "I love you" to people you are romantically involved with? Why that often?
Daily....why? Because it's my husband and it's the right thing to do, in case I get hit by a bus and he has to be stuck thinking how I didn't say "I love you" that day.
2. How often do you generally say "I love you" to your friends? Why that often?
Lol not that often...usually either when i'm drunk or just writing in emails "dude! I love you! You rock!" type of things.
3. How often do you generally say "I love you" to your mother? Father? Other family? Why that often?
I've REALLY been trying with my mom, because i'm a bad daughter and I SHOULD say that crap more often. As for other family: uh yeah we just don't say it. We know it. We just don't say it.
4. When was the first time you said "I love you" to someone in a romantic context? What were the circumstances?
My first boyfriend Kevin (see crowbar comment, above)...i don't remember at all how that came about...and I do NOT say the "L-word" first ever. Never ever. Ever. EVER.
5. When was the last time you said "I love you" to someone, in any context? What were the circumstances?
Probably last night to Kraig before going to sleep.
Well it's 8am, and the cats are driving me crazy wanting food, so I guess I should continue with the laundry after I'm done feeding them. ARGH Marmalade is on my lap right now and keeps rubbing her nose against my face and it's cute but all slimey....
Friday, September 23, 2005
We're too syncopated
Okay so i found my planner (don't ask people, don't ask). So now I can get my head out of my ass and get my life back on track...i was in limbo 'cause I didn't know what the heck was going on with anything.
On another note, if i ever become rich, i'm gonna get myself a Vivienne Westwood knuckleduster. Granted i know they're probably illegal in California, but it's SO pretty and hey, a girl's gotta protect herself when she's rich and has designer labels everywhere okay who are we kidding...i could win a gazillion dollars and I"ll still shop at Target.
Last night I went for an impromtu bikini wax.
I haven't had one in 3 years. I used to get them somewhat regularly (well nto like monthly, but a few times a year)....Geezus there's a REASON that mother nature makes it so that women forget pain, like in childbirth...
I totally forgot how painful they are. Plus when you wax, you're supposed to put your hando n the spot RIGHT after the hair is ripped out, to help minimize the pain. Well the lady wasn't doing that, and i was YELPING so bloody loud, but I didn't want to tell her that it hurt 'cause I have this theory that if you tell the waxing people that it hurts, then won't go as "far" as they normally would, or do as good of a job because they feel they need to gety ou in and out with the least amount of pain.
Pain ist goot.
I didn't think I"d go back to her again, because there's this chick in Ladera Ranch that I like (but as i said, this was impromptu...i went to a salon right by work), but this lady was GOOD. She spent FOREVER with her itty bitty tweezers getting all perfect...damn, I could be a centerfold right now.
Yeah, TMI, whatever. For the HOUR of pain i suffered yesterday, damn right i'm going to tell the world about it. Lord help everyone whenever i get plastic surgery...i'm going to have graphic surgery pictures that i'll show everyone...i'll keep them in my wallet.
dash dash dash....
I came home last night, plopped myself in front of the TV and caught up on 2 days' worth of Bold and the Beautiful (I really need to start recording Days again, but i have this one spoiler site that tell everything written so beautifully, it's almost not worth it. Although Kathy Griffin will be on MOnday's episode). As much as we all know Eric shouldn't marry Bridget, her dress was SOOOO pretty....
And then, good ol' OC. And speaking of wedding dresses, I think we all felt really sorry for Julie Cooper...and she looked lovely as well. I do want to note, for anyone who might care: youcan't sleep on the beach. WEll okay I don't know about private beaches, but public beaches...yeah that's not happening. And i would SOOOO frame that school dean jackass who's clearly canoodling with Miss Perky School Chick.
Back on the subject of wedding dresses...
I wish I had more occasions to wear beautiful gowns. I wish i had the CASH for beautiful gowns. I still look at bridal magazines and think about the perfect wedding dress (who says that after you get married, you can't still look at bridal gowns?)...see, I didn't get the one I REALLY wanted...i mean, i love my dress and it was beautiful, but the dress I wanted was really form fitting and the beading was just gorgeous.
It's sad when the only time you get to dress up is your stupid company holiday party. And I didn't even GO this year. All i know is that for the January party, i want a white dress ("winter white"...ivory if i have to, black and white worst case)....
The song of the day children is Breathe On Me by Britney Spears. That's the song that plays in the commerical for her new perfume, Fantasy
Say what you want about Britney...but her last perfume, Curious, was a SUPER top seller. And the commercial for it (the full 1-2 minute one) was fantastic (Rex, from Days, was in it).
G*DDAMN there's cookies EVERYWHERE here at work, and i've already eaten 2 big ones and a bag of Famous Amos from the vending machine...i need to write a book How to barely function and be vitamin deficient by eating baked carbs all day.
Ending my blog now...sorry Nic, i know you said i had to make mine longer, I'll write more this afternoon.
On another note, if i ever become rich, i'm gonna get myself a Vivienne Westwood knuckleduster. Granted i know they're probably illegal in California, but it's SO pretty and hey, a girl's gotta protect herself when she's rich and has designer labels everywhere okay who are we kidding...i could win a gazillion dollars and I"ll still shop at Target.
Last night I went for an impromtu bikini wax.
I haven't had one in 3 years. I used to get them somewhat regularly (well nto like monthly, but a few times a year)....Geezus there's a REASON that mother nature makes it so that women forget pain, like in childbirth...
I totally forgot how painful they are. Plus when you wax, you're supposed to put your hando n the spot RIGHT after the hair is ripped out, to help minimize the pain. Well the lady wasn't doing that, and i was YELPING so bloody loud, but I didn't want to tell her that it hurt 'cause I have this theory that if you tell the waxing people that it hurts, then won't go as "far" as they normally would, or do as good of a job because they feel they need to gety ou in and out with the least amount of pain.
Pain ist goot.
I didn't think I"d go back to her again, because there's this chick in Ladera Ranch that I like (but as i said, this was impromptu...i went to a salon right by work), but this lady was GOOD. She spent FOREVER with her itty bitty tweezers getting all perfect...damn, I could be a centerfold right now.
Yeah, TMI, whatever. For the HOUR of pain i suffered yesterday, damn right i'm going to tell the world about it. Lord help everyone whenever i get plastic surgery...i'm going to have graphic surgery pictures that i'll show everyone...i'll keep them in my wallet.
dash dash dash....
I came home last night, plopped myself in front of the TV and caught up on 2 days' worth of Bold and the Beautiful (I really need to start recording Days again, but i have this one spoiler site that tell everything written so beautifully, it's almost not worth it. Although Kathy Griffin will be on MOnday's episode). As much as we all know Eric shouldn't marry Bridget, her dress was SOOOO pretty....
And then, good ol' OC. And speaking of wedding dresses, I think we all felt really sorry for Julie Cooper...and she looked lovely as well. I do want to note, for anyone who might care: youcan't sleep on the beach. WEll okay I don't know about private beaches, but public beaches...yeah that's not happening. And i would SOOOO frame that school dean jackass who's clearly canoodling with Miss Perky School Chick.
Back on the subject of wedding dresses...
I wish I had more occasions to wear beautiful gowns. I wish i had the CASH for beautiful gowns. I still look at bridal magazines and think about the perfect wedding dress (who says that after you get married, you can't still look at bridal gowns?)...see, I didn't get the one I REALLY wanted...i mean, i love my dress and it was beautiful, but the dress I wanted was really form fitting and the beading was just gorgeous.
It's sad when the only time you get to dress up is your stupid company holiday party. And I didn't even GO this year. All i know is that for the January party, i want a white dress ("winter white"...ivory if i have to, black and white worst case)....
The song of the day children is Breathe On Me by Britney Spears. That's the song that plays in the commerical for her new perfume, Fantasy
Say what you want about Britney...but her last perfume, Curious, was a SUPER top seller. And the commercial for it (the full 1-2 minute one) was fantastic (Rex, from Days, was in it).
G*DDAMN there's cookies EVERYWHERE here at work, and i've already eaten 2 big ones and a bag of Famous Amos from the vending machine...i need to write a book How to barely function and be vitamin deficient by eating baked carbs all day.
Ending my blog now...sorry Nic, i know you said i had to make mine longer, I'll write more this afternoon.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Someone's laugh here at work is making me insane
Alright so i've got a bit of time to write.
Nicole, i'll let you blog about those 3 things that should never be said otherwise will cause BAD reactions...
(Wow, Ryan's gone to the bathroom THREE times since lunch...and it's not even 3pm)
ARGH tons of random emails and i can't get to my blog...must clear brain...okay.
So today's song of the day children: Hung Up by Madonna. I know it's not formally released but there's bits of it on the web, and it's fantastic. She's back to her clubbing roots...I love it. I didn't even buy her last album because i was so enraged by her crappiness with her latest endeavors (and i am the BIGGEST Madonna fan...). So this'll be good.
Yesterday I stayed late at work, but left somewhat early (i.e. before i got everything finished) because I had to get to Laguna Hills mall since Stefanie told me i had to check out the sale at The Limited. Sadly, on my way TO Limited, I walked through Macy's...and picked up 2 pairs of jeans, neither of which are really appropriate for work and I try to keep all my pants/jeans decent enough to wear to work (since that's where i spend all my bloody time).
After that I planned on going to the gym, but by the time i was done watching all my shows (B&TB, RW, LB), I was sooo zonked i fell asleep at 10pm, which is normally when I got to the gym.
Wow that was the most BORING blog entry ever. What can I say....I lead a way boring life.
I think i'm gonna go with both Nicoles to the fortune teller. I think that stuff is a bunch of bull (although i'm an extreme believer of astrology)...but I've been having so many bizarre dreams lately, and with everyone wondering if/when I'm going to get pregnant, I might as well just let a fortune teller tell me the deal.
It's better than the alternative (waiting to find out myself? Puh-lease. A chicken with it's head cut off would probably fare better in life.
On another note, I totally forgot (PLANNER! HELLO!) that one of my stupid IRAs is expiring in like 2 days, and i desperately need to make sure it doesn't roll over. In the past 4 years, $3K has got me barely any money...the rate on it is horrible (like seriously, i think 1.74%), at the time I rolled it over I didn't know anything about American financial things, and I did figure i'd move back to Canada...what did I know about 401Ks and IRAs?
I really do feel like what most people learn in the first 24 years of life, I had to learn asap the minute i moved here. It was like being born again. FICO scores, political jargon, SATs, geography...
Since I'm still learning, I pretty much feel like the biggest gimp living here.
On another note, I gotta go staple a bunch of stuff. Frickin' work....
Nicole, i'll let you blog about those 3 things that should never be said otherwise will cause BAD reactions...
(Wow, Ryan's gone to the bathroom THREE times since lunch...and it's not even 3pm)
ARGH tons of random emails and i can't get to my blog...must clear brain...okay.
So today's song of the day children: Hung Up by Madonna. I know it's not formally released but there's bits of it on the web, and it's fantastic. She's back to her clubbing roots...I love it. I didn't even buy her last album because i was so enraged by her crappiness with her latest endeavors (and i am the BIGGEST Madonna fan...). So this'll be good.
Yesterday I stayed late at work, but left somewhat early (i.e. before i got everything finished) because I had to get to Laguna Hills mall since Stefanie told me i had to check out the sale at The Limited. Sadly, on my way TO Limited, I walked through Macy's...and picked up 2 pairs of jeans, neither of which are really appropriate for work and I try to keep all my pants/jeans decent enough to wear to work (since that's where i spend all my bloody time).
After that I planned on going to the gym, but by the time i was done watching all my shows (B&TB, RW, LB), I was sooo zonked i fell asleep at 10pm, which is normally when I got to the gym.
Wow that was the most BORING blog entry ever. What can I say....I lead a way boring life.
I think i'm gonna go with both Nicoles to the fortune teller. I think that stuff is a bunch of bull (although i'm an extreme believer of astrology)...but I've been having so many bizarre dreams lately, and with everyone wondering if/when I'm going to get pregnant, I might as well just let a fortune teller tell me the deal.
It's better than the alternative (waiting to find out myself? Puh-lease. A chicken with it's head cut off would probably fare better in life.
On another note, I totally forgot (PLANNER! HELLO!) that one of my stupid IRAs is expiring in like 2 days, and i desperately need to make sure it doesn't roll over. In the past 4 years, $3K has got me barely any money...the rate on it is horrible (like seriously, i think 1.74%), at the time I rolled it over I didn't know anything about American financial things, and I did figure i'd move back to Canada...what did I know about 401Ks and IRAs?
I really do feel like what most people learn in the first 24 years of life, I had to learn asap the minute i moved here. It was like being born again. FICO scores, political jargon, SATs, geography...
Since I'm still learning, I pretty much feel like the biggest gimp living here.
On another note, I gotta go staple a bunch of stuff. Frickin' work....
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Rain rain go away, come back some other day
Today's random thought...what with the weather and all....
I MISS THUNDERSTORMS.
And only poeple from Canada or the East Coast can relate to this. If you're from California, I don't want to hear about the storm of 1998 or 1966 or whatever. Unless you were bruised from the hailstorm as you ran inside, you don't know storms. Unless you were sent home because the city was in an "ice storm watch", you don't know storms. Unless you've heard 3 hours straight of NONSTOP thundering AND lightening AND torrential downpour, you don't know storms. Unless you saw a cow electrocuted, you don't know storms.
okay i never saw that last one, but it could happen.
Heck, i have yet to really see a torrential downpour. I mean, people here gripe like crazy over nothing. Someone today was all "did you get caught in the downpour?"...i'm all "Dude...it's DRIZZLING"...
I have never feared that hail might damage my car...with baseball-sized dents.
You know what though? I miss it. SO bad. I used to stare out the window for hours, getting no sleep, when we had thunderstorms. It's like, man against nature type of thing. Or nature vs. nature, really, to see how much rain can fall before everything gets flooded and falls apart (and no, the mudlides this year don't count worth jack. That took MONTHS to do. Try a few hours of rain).
And honestly...there's nothing better than being horribly depressed, crying over some random issue, and watching a thunderstorm. It's the only time the outside is a reflection of how you feel on the inside, and you feel vindicated when it's over.
So i've decided the song of the day should be Time After Time (not the INOJ version, the original Cyndi Lauper one)...
the second hand unwinds...if you're lost and you can look and you will find me...time after time...if you fall i will catch you i'll be waiting....
Okay time to slap myself awake....
I MISS THUNDERSTORMS.
And only poeple from Canada or the East Coast can relate to this. If you're from California, I don't want to hear about the storm of 1998 or 1966 or whatever. Unless you were bruised from the hailstorm as you ran inside, you don't know storms. Unless you were sent home because the city was in an "ice storm watch", you don't know storms. Unless you've heard 3 hours straight of NONSTOP thundering AND lightening AND torrential downpour, you don't know storms. Unless you saw a cow electrocuted, you don't know storms.
okay i never saw that last one, but it could happen.
Heck, i have yet to really see a torrential downpour. I mean, people here gripe like crazy over nothing. Someone today was all "did you get caught in the downpour?"...i'm all "Dude...it's DRIZZLING"...
I have never feared that hail might damage my car...with baseball-sized dents.
You know what though? I miss it. SO bad. I used to stare out the window for hours, getting no sleep, when we had thunderstorms. It's like, man against nature type of thing. Or nature vs. nature, really, to see how much rain can fall before everything gets flooded and falls apart (and no, the mudlides this year don't count worth jack. That took MONTHS to do. Try a few hours of rain).
And honestly...there's nothing better than being horribly depressed, crying over some random issue, and watching a thunderstorm. It's the only time the outside is a reflection of how you feel on the inside, and you feel vindicated when it's over.
So i've decided the song of the day should be Time After Time (not the INOJ version, the original Cyndi Lauper one)...
the second hand unwinds...if you're lost and you can look and you will find me...time after time...if you fall i will catch you i'll be waiting....
Okay time to slap myself awake....
Only Tuesday?
Okay kids, no song of the day because my brain has like 5 running through them right now...think Def Leppard mixed with Pussycat Dolls.
I totally suck...after leaving Nicole's place last night I came home and realized that I hadn't DVRed Laguna Beach...ugh! ANd i KNOW it was a good episode! WTF!
On another note, i'm kind of surprised H&M dropped Kate Moss from their ads...you'd think all publicity is good publicity...i wonder if Rimmel will drop her too.
On another note, I got my property tax bill...but it's slightly less than last year, which makes no sense, because my home was assessed at a higher value....anyway, my bill is $5,261.50....shoot me now, please....
I totally suck...after leaving Nicole's place last night I came home and realized that I hadn't DVRed Laguna Beach...ugh! ANd i KNOW it was a good episode! WTF!
On another note, i'm kind of surprised H&M dropped Kate Moss from their ads...you'd think all publicity is good publicity...i wonder if Rimmel will drop her too.
On another note, I got my property tax bill...but it's slightly less than last year, which makes no sense, because my home was assessed at a higher value....anyway, my bill is $5,261.50....shoot me now, please....
Monday, September 19, 2005
HOLY FUCK
Excuse my language
But i just found something out about someone
And i'm so effing livid...
I swear i could punch her face in, snotty little beatch.
But i just found something out about someone
And i'm so effing livid...
I swear i could punch her face in, snotty little beatch.
IM with my mom
Today's IM conversation with my mom:
My_MOM : hi whats up, whats new, how are the cats
ME : cats are fine
My_MOM : what did u do over the weekend
My_MOM : a nasty looking hawk was in our backyard ready to bounce on a poor sparrow. the sparrows where all chirping loud worried. the hawk didnt come closer, cause i was sitting on the swing and the sparrow's huddled close the bushes above me
ME : egads
My_MOM : poor sparrows, luckily i sat there, so the hawk didnt come closer and flew off
My_MOM : hows work?
My_MOM : plenty to do? no chance getting led off?
ME : there's always that chance
My_MOM : ((yahoo IM unhappy face))
My_MOM : should always see who is looking for technical writers, so u know which company needs them
ME : okay
My_MOM : what did u do over the weekend
ME : it was kraig's birthday
My_MOM : oops and i forgot
My_MOM : thats just it, we leave to far away to remember those things
My_MOM : ((yahoo angry IM face, and then the "buzz" sound))
My_MOM : c u later
My_MOM : hi whats up, whats new, how are the cats
ME : cats are fine
My_MOM : what did u do over the weekend
My_MOM : a nasty looking hawk was in our backyard ready to bounce on a poor sparrow. the sparrows where all chirping loud worried. the hawk didnt come closer, cause i was sitting on the swing and the sparrow's huddled close the bushes above me
ME : egads
My_MOM : poor sparrows, luckily i sat there, so the hawk didnt come closer and flew off
My_MOM : hows work?
My_MOM : plenty to do? no chance getting led off?
ME : there's always that chance
My_MOM : ((yahoo IM unhappy face))
My_MOM : should always see who is looking for technical writers, so u know which company needs them
ME : okay
My_MOM : what did u do over the weekend
ME : it was kraig's birthday
My_MOM : oops and i forgot
My_MOM : thats just it, we leave to far away to remember those things
My_MOM : ((yahoo angry IM face, and then the "buzz" sound))
My_MOM : c u later
I'll be your French maid, where I'll meet you at the door
Well it's 8:30am here on a Monday morning, and as usual I can't even think about work until I get stuff off my brain.
First off, Marcia Cross is the most gorgeous redhead ever...
Secondly, my bruises are WORSE....Stefanie, wtf did you do to me?!
Thirdly, I"m SO pissed. I keep my life in my planner...well that and a book of stamps...and i KNOW i left it on my desk, and now it's gone...i mean, it kinda could pass for a wallet, but i'm seriously mad and this is the second time crap has gone missing here at work, and every time we try to talk to the facilities guy he tells us to not be so quick to think it's the cleaning crew...okay yeah 'cause my coworkers would steal a jar of cash with maybe $4 in it?!
I'm seriously so annoyed by that, you have no idea...i'm going to do ONE last final lookthrough around my house in the event that i may have brought it home, but I'm positive it was on my filing cabinet last time i saw it. DAMN i'm so pissed.
Fourthly, I'm on my 2nd last Tazo Passion Tea and I sure hope my boss will let me sneak out and get more.
Fifthly, I have so much work to do this week it's crazy out of control.
Sixthly: The song of the day chidren is Drop It Like It's Hot by Mr. Dogg....
Seventhly: I watched Clueless AGAIN this weekend, but i didn't watch the special features yet.
Eightly: I'm so exhausted, it's crazy out of control.
Ninthly: Lost this week is going to be CRAZY awesome...
Tenthly: Desperate Housewives on Sunday is going to be goooooooooooooooooooood....
Okay time to start waking up, must bitch slap self awake.....
EDITED TO ADD: SEE...wtf...i forgot about poker on Friday...because I have no planner....i'm SO pissed....seriously...i'm going to beat the crap out of whoever took it, i'm THAT irate...
First off, Marcia Cross is the most gorgeous redhead ever...
Secondly, my bruises are WORSE....Stefanie, wtf did you do to me?!
Thirdly, I"m SO pissed. I keep my life in my planner...well that and a book of stamps...and i KNOW i left it on my desk, and now it's gone...i mean, it kinda could pass for a wallet, but i'm seriously mad and this is the second time crap has gone missing here at work, and every time we try to talk to the facilities guy he tells us to not be so quick to think it's the cleaning crew...okay yeah 'cause my coworkers would steal a jar of cash with maybe $4 in it?!
I'm seriously so annoyed by that, you have no idea...i'm going to do ONE last final lookthrough around my house in the event that i may have brought it home, but I'm positive it was on my filing cabinet last time i saw it. DAMN i'm so pissed.
Fourthly, I'm on my 2nd last Tazo Passion Tea and I sure hope my boss will let me sneak out and get more.
Fifthly, I have so much work to do this week it's crazy out of control.
Sixthly: The song of the day chidren is Drop It Like It's Hot by Mr. Dogg....
Seventhly: I watched Clueless AGAIN this weekend, but i didn't watch the special features yet.
Eightly: I'm so exhausted, it's crazy out of control.
Ninthly: Lost this week is going to be CRAZY awesome...
Tenthly: Desperate Housewives on Sunday is going to be goooooooooooooooooooood....
Okay time to start waking up, must bitch slap self awake.....
EDITED TO ADD: SEE...wtf...i forgot about poker on Friday...because I have no planner....i'm SO pissed....seriously...i'm going to beat the crap out of whoever took it, i'm THAT irate...
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Power Puff Girls Tattoos and other tales of woe
Surprisingly, for as plastered as I was last night (which was pretty much at "one more sip and I'll pass out" levels), I'm not hungover at all. My throat is sore and I'm tired, but that's it.
Today's song of the day: Gold Digger. (insert part where i'm supposed to bitch about the censorship of songs and why do they bother playing it if they're going to bleep everything out...really though my issue is that if you're going to make a fantastic song, just make a crappy radio version as well)....
One interesting thing to note...
I think smoking is nasty. I mean, WAY nasty. I've done it a few times, all drunk, and really just to keep me warm while standing in line in the freezing snow going to a bar. However it's just gross, and it's gross to be around people who smoke. And kissing a smoker? I'd rather lick my toilet clean.
Last night there was this dude who kept stopping to talk to me (bragging about some computer crap until i was like "hey jackass, we both have the same degree so you can stop your boasting now"), and with all honesty if I were single I probably would have spent more time chatting with him. Later though I saw him outside, smoking, and I was like "EW you are so vile!"...
Which brings me to my point: granted in California the entire time i've lived here, there's been no indoor smoking but pretty much the entire time i've been here I was "taken" so picking up guys wasn't a high priority.
But back in Ottawa, you could still smoke in bars at the time...and at least back then, if you're gonna hook up, you could at least distinguish the smokers from the nonsmokers. It's almost DECEITFUL to me that you can chat it up with a girl and turn out to be a smoker. You might as well tell me that you have a prosthetic penis or something.
In other news...
Somehow my right leg is ALL gashed up, which makes no sense because in my drunkeness, I KNOW that i didn't trip...i mean, i've got WELTS. And they hurt. No idea what I did last night that would have prompted that.
I have NO voice. That's probably the crappiest part about going out...my voice already sounds like a teenage boy's voice...whenever my family used to call the house, they'd think I was my brother (to this day they probably wouldn't recognize it), I know i gripe about a ton of stuff about myself but at least those are all things that are modifyable (even if by surgery)...there's not much i can do about my voice but let it be known, deep down, i'm so insecure about it and it's lack of femininity kills me. And now it's all raspy, so i sound like some 90 year old smoker.
Greaaattttt....
Today's song of the day: Gold Digger. (insert part where i'm supposed to bitch about the censorship of songs and why do they bother playing it if they're going to bleep everything out...really though my issue is that if you're going to make a fantastic song, just make a crappy radio version as well)....
One interesting thing to note...
I think smoking is nasty. I mean, WAY nasty. I've done it a few times, all drunk, and really just to keep me warm while standing in line in the freezing snow going to a bar. However it's just gross, and it's gross to be around people who smoke. And kissing a smoker? I'd rather lick my toilet clean.
Last night there was this dude who kept stopping to talk to me (bragging about some computer crap until i was like "hey jackass, we both have the same degree so you can stop your boasting now"), and with all honesty if I were single I probably would have spent more time chatting with him. Later though I saw him outside, smoking, and I was like "EW you are so vile!"...
Which brings me to my point: granted in California the entire time i've lived here, there's been no indoor smoking but pretty much the entire time i've been here I was "taken" so picking up guys wasn't a high priority.
But back in Ottawa, you could still smoke in bars at the time...and at least back then, if you're gonna hook up, you could at least distinguish the smokers from the nonsmokers. It's almost DECEITFUL to me that you can chat it up with a girl and turn out to be a smoker. You might as well tell me that you have a prosthetic penis or something.
In other news...
Somehow my right leg is ALL gashed up, which makes no sense because in my drunkeness, I KNOW that i didn't trip...i mean, i've got WELTS. And they hurt. No idea what I did last night that would have prompted that.
I have NO voice. That's probably the crappiest part about going out...my voice already sounds like a teenage boy's voice...whenever my family used to call the house, they'd think I was my brother (to this day they probably wouldn't recognize it), I know i gripe about a ton of stuff about myself but at least those are all things that are modifyable (even if by surgery)...there's not much i can do about my voice but let it be known, deep down, i'm so insecure about it and it's lack of femininity kills me. And now it's all raspy, so i sound like some 90 year old smoker.
Greaaattttt....
Friday, September 16, 2005
Sometimes...
Amazing how after 4.5 years of being with someone, they can still say something so uncharacteristic that you're actually blown away by the sweetness of it all:
This will help get me that experience and hopefully I will be able to land (or continue to get promotions here) a very good paying job so that you wont have to worry about our future and we can start a family.
He deserves SERIOUS credit for even saying that to me...way to score brownie points (cater to my anxiety, and you'll ALWAYS score points with me!)
This will help get me that experience and hopefully I will be able to land (or continue to get promotions here) a very good paying job so that you wont have to worry about our future and we can start a family.
He deserves SERIOUS credit for even saying that to me...way to score brownie points (cater to my anxiety, and you'll ALWAYS score points with me!)
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Eeep...review day
Okay so I've got this major thing to do 'cause I'm running a meeting this afternoon, but if I don't do a brain dump it'll never get done.
Running through my mind, from the Smallville soundtrack (of which, i'm pleased to say that i actually caught an episode last night on TV which rarely happens...G**DDAMN Tom Welling is so fine):
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
That's the song of the day kids. By Lifehouse.
In other news...
Also caught some of Rock Star: INXS last night. That's the show that never ends, wtf. Brooke's hair drives me crazy (can we PLEASE cut those extensions? And can we PLEASE add some pitch to that monotone "i'm reading the teleprompter" voice?! So of course the only reason I even watch that show is 'cause I think Mig is insanely hot, and I will never admit that it's 'cause he's got that I'm with the band thing going on. My only beef with him is that his pants last night were WAY too tight, which even then I would have no problems with but all I could think of was how my thighs are ten times bigger than his, and that's depressing 'cause no chick wants to be with a guy when her thighs can smother him.
And Kraig's all "Did you like it when he ripped his shirt?"...actually mother effer, I did. 'Cause i approve of guys who wax their chest. ALL guys should. It should be a requirement of society. And it's DEFINITELY not gay to do some manscaping...after all, it's ridiculously painful and the average guy doesn't have the balls for that kind of pain.
Speaking of, I guess if i'm gonna start wearing skirts as often as I have been, i'm just going to get my legs/bikini waxed...that's gonna hurt like a b*tch...haven't done that in awhile.
Running through my mind, from the Smallville soundtrack (of which, i'm pleased to say that i actually caught an episode last night on TV which rarely happens...G**DDAMN Tom Welling is so fine):
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
That's the song of the day kids. By Lifehouse.
In other news...
Also caught some of Rock Star: INXS last night. That's the show that never ends, wtf. Brooke's hair drives me crazy (can we PLEASE cut those extensions? And can we PLEASE add some pitch to that monotone "i'm reading the teleprompter" voice?! So of course the only reason I even watch that show is 'cause I think Mig is insanely hot, and I will never admit that it's 'cause he's got that I'm with the band thing going on. My only beef with him is that his pants last night were WAY too tight, which even then I would have no problems with but all I could think of was how my thighs are ten times bigger than his, and that's depressing 'cause no chick wants to be with a guy when her thighs can smother him.
And Kraig's all "Did you like it when he ripped his shirt?"...actually mother effer, I did. 'Cause i approve of guys who wax their chest. ALL guys should. It should be a requirement of society. And it's DEFINITELY not gay to do some manscaping...after all, it's ridiculously painful and the average guy doesn't have the balls for that kind of pain.
Speaking of, I guess if i'm gonna start wearing skirts as often as I have been, i'm just going to get my legs/bikini waxed...that's gonna hurt like a b*tch...haven't done that in awhile.
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