Hey - to the pals that are faking comments in my box in hopes that I will hand over the blog address!
I know who you are! I know who you are!
But on that note, I received one comment from someone who claimed that they don't own a blog but still read every day!
So if you are one of those people, email me at blog.punky@gmail.com and I will most certainly forward you the link.
That means that any emails from email addresses that are in my contact list will not be receiving a response - as much as I love you all!
And to all you readers who don't own blogs and don't know the "real" me, you're missing some good stuff on the new one. So email me and I will surely get back to you.
Hope to hear from you soon!
March 13, 2007
March 12, 2007
Dear Readers
Well, I've moved.
News from Nowhere will no longer be offering new posts about my wildly entertaining life. Mainly because it has turned rather stale and boring in this blog. The reasoning, as I have mentioned before, is that too many real-lifers know my blog. I thought I would be fine with it, but over time - it's become difficult to post what's really in my heart.
So I moved. I would love to put the new blog address here to take all my readers with me - who aren't a family member or friend - but that's too risky. But what I can offer you is this - if you currently are a fellow-blogger and you happen to be interested in the drivel that I call my life, post a comment on this entry and I will, in turn, post a comment on your blog under my new blog address and let you know who I am so you can be relocated to me. I have already posted a few entries and am just waiting with open arms for my blogging friends.
The new blog will be more honest, more upfront and essentially more me. I am holding back so much on this one - that it is becoming pointless to write. I have become too effected by a percentage of my readers to write what I desperately want to. Part of me wonders why I care what they think, but it's not about caring what they think, it's about not wanting to share with them what is really going on in my life. Trust me, there is some good stuff - real good stuff!
Okay, maybe that's a lie - but there is still some stuff!
So I urge all readers who are not related to me (!) to leave a message so I can bring you with me.
But on that note, it's time to bid farewell. Farewell to a blog that talked about my work, my friends, my life and my love life. Talked about good dates, bad dates - and dates I will never forget and don't want to. It's a part of my life I will carry with me always.
And I thank all of you for sharing that with me.
Love,
Punky
News from Nowhere will no longer be offering new posts about my wildly entertaining life. Mainly because it has turned rather stale and boring in this blog. The reasoning, as I have mentioned before, is that too many real-lifers know my blog. I thought I would be fine with it, but over time - it's become difficult to post what's really in my heart.
So I moved. I would love to put the new blog address here to take all my readers with me - who aren't a family member or friend - but that's too risky. But what I can offer you is this - if you currently are a fellow-blogger and you happen to be interested in the drivel that I call my life, post a comment on this entry and I will, in turn, post a comment on your blog under my new blog address and let you know who I am so you can be relocated to me. I have already posted a few entries and am just waiting with open arms for my blogging friends.
The new blog will be more honest, more upfront and essentially more me. I am holding back so much on this one - that it is becoming pointless to write. I have become too effected by a percentage of my readers to write what I desperately want to. Part of me wonders why I care what they think, but it's not about caring what they think, it's about not wanting to share with them what is really going on in my life. Trust me, there is some good stuff - real good stuff!
Okay, maybe that's a lie - but there is still some stuff!
So I urge all readers who are not related to me (!) to leave a message so I can bring you with me.
But on that note, it's time to bid farewell. Farewell to a blog that talked about my work, my friends, my life and my love life. Talked about good dates, bad dates - and dates I will never forget and don't want to. It's a part of my life I will carry with me always.
And I thank all of you for sharing that with me.
Love,
Punky
March 07, 2007
Moving....??
Well, the good-bye post has been written. It won't be posted today as I am not ready to say goodbye, but at the same time I am unwilling to continue.
I blogged for over a year and part of me wants to continue blogging because I do actually have things that I would like to share and put out there - but too many people in my "real-life" know of this blog.
It has become tiresome always censoring it and writing about things that I don't want to write about and leaving out things that are actually important. I never thought the blog would last this long and didn't give it a second thought when I gave the link to family and friends. But that's the problem. Family and friends have access to this part of my life, that I am not up for sharing anymore.
Life gets complicated like that.
But I have a hankering that I will start a new blog - soon, very soon, under a new name, a new look (well, maybe the same look, I liked this look). But I will be sure to comment on all my favourite linked-blogs so they can be so kind as to repost me at my new address! And the new blog will be more honest, more upfront - more everything. I won't censor what I am feeling, thinking or going through.
Right now I am doing all that.
So give me a few days, to figure out a new name, a new title, a new everything and I will be sure to link you all to it and hope you all do the same with me.
And of course post the best good-bye News from Nowhere post eva!
I blogged for over a year and part of me wants to continue blogging because I do actually have things that I would like to share and put out there - but too many people in my "real-life" know of this blog.
It has become tiresome always censoring it and writing about things that I don't want to write about and leaving out things that are actually important. I never thought the blog would last this long and didn't give it a second thought when I gave the link to family and friends. But that's the problem. Family and friends have access to this part of my life, that I am not up for sharing anymore.
Life gets complicated like that.
But I have a hankering that I will start a new blog - soon, very soon, under a new name, a new look (well, maybe the same look, I liked this look). But I will be sure to comment on all my favourite linked-blogs so they can be so kind as to repost me at my new address! And the new blog will be more honest, more upfront - more everything. I won't censor what I am feeling, thinking or going through.
Right now I am doing all that.
So give me a few days, to figure out a new name, a new title, a new everything and I will be sure to link you all to it and hope you all do the same with me.
And of course post the best good-bye News from Nowhere post eva!
March 03, 2007
A Crowbar in his Pants!
Last night I went over to a friend's house for 'game night'. With most of the people I know, 'game night' consists of watching the hockey game. However, last night's 'game night' was old-fashioned board-game night.
On my way to this pal's house...I took the bus, but had to walk about two blocks from the bus stop up a street to get to her condo. On my way up this said street, I came across a man trying to open the doors of about half a dozen cars. He was checking all the door handles of every door- my heart jumped in my throat. It was fairly early at 7:00p.m, however, mother -nature had just dumped 30cm of snow on Montreal. All I kept thinking was this guy could grab me and throw me in a car and I could die. I could die on my way to game night.
As I got closer to the guy - with my heart in my throat, I pretended to make a cell-phone call to ward off his potentiality of kidnapping me. I don't know why I didn't make an actual call. But as I said, I got closer and I could see that the dude had a crowbar in the back of his pants sticking out against his winter coat.
Holy Mother-F'ck. I was practically running now to this person's house...still pretending to talk loudly on my cell phone to a non-existent person about how close I was to their place.
All this to say, that my fake-out-phone call clearly saved my life and the cars on this said street. I deserve not only the key to the city and a pat on my back, but a huge party for my part in helping Montreal rid itself of crime.
Now, for all I know, he totally stole half those cars. I can't be sure. I honestly can't. But, I'm still alive, that's all that matters. Right....?
Right?
On my way to this pal's house...I took the bus, but had to walk about two blocks from the bus stop up a street to get to her condo. On my way up this said street, I came across a man trying to open the doors of about half a dozen cars. He was checking all the door handles of every door- my heart jumped in my throat. It was fairly early at 7:00p.m, however, mother -nature had just dumped 30cm of snow on Montreal. All I kept thinking was this guy could grab me and throw me in a car and I could die. I could die on my way to game night.
As I got closer to the guy - with my heart in my throat, I pretended to make a cell-phone call to ward off his potentiality of kidnapping me. I don't know why I didn't make an actual call. But as I said, I got closer and I could see that the dude had a crowbar in the back of his pants sticking out against his winter coat.
Holy Mother-F'ck. I was practically running now to this person's house...still pretending to talk loudly on my cell phone to a non-existent person about how close I was to their place.
All this to say, that my fake-out-phone call clearly saved my life and the cars on this said street. I deserve not only the key to the city and a pat on my back, but a huge party for my part in helping Montreal rid itself of crime.
Now, for all I know, he totally stole half those cars. I can't be sure. I honestly can't. But, I'm still alive, that's all that matters. Right....?
Right?
March 01, 2007
Hey Dad....
My dad found my blog.
How you ask? HOW?
My conniving older brother, his wife AND my mother! They felt the need to show him, oh, how they thought that would be funny. I proceed to call them the second the comment comes through - and my dad begins to chuckle that he read the entire thing - ha. yeah right. My dad would not sit down and read my blog like that and I thank god that the entries I would prefer he not read are far enough down the list that he would probably never get to them.
Maybe I should tell him now it's a S&M blog....(uh, dad - you might want to look that up, I am sure it's not what you think it is....it's much worse)
Last night, or I should say early this morning, I received a prank phone call at 4:30a.m. What the fuck. The person kept mumbling in the phone "moan in the phone......moan in the phone"
Uh...say what? He told me his name was Peter and to "moan in the phone" I just hung up the damn phone. I like my sleep! And I was in no mood for dicking around. Then of course I star-69'd his ass to find out who it was and the number was untraceable.
So frustrating. But not as frustrating as not having internet at work for over 2 weeks. How is that even possible? How is that possible that we, a hospital have no Internet!??? I am sure we need it. I am sure it's a necessity. But yet - clearly we're not a priority. Just goes to show how well the government works to get things done. Lazy! Lazy!
I can't wait for this weekend to come. I need the break. It has been a really hell-ish week. Everything is getting me down. I feel like I am stuck in a gigantic rut but I can't quite place why it's as such. Other than the Internet thing, work is going fairly well, friends are good - but something's just not right. I haven't really had time to get around to reading all the blogs. I am falling behind. I hope to catch up this weekend. And see what's happening in and around all of you.
Only 8 hours to go and then I can kiss this week goodbye.
Can't wait.
How you ask? HOW?
My conniving older brother, his wife AND my mother! They felt the need to show him, oh, how they thought that would be funny. I proceed to call them the second the comment comes through - and my dad begins to chuckle that he read the entire thing - ha. yeah right. My dad would not sit down and read my blog like that and I thank god that the entries I would prefer he not read are far enough down the list that he would probably never get to them.
Maybe I should tell him now it's a S&M blog....(uh, dad - you might want to look that up, I am sure it's not what you think it is....it's much worse)
Last night, or I should say early this morning, I received a prank phone call at 4:30a.m. What the fuck. The person kept mumbling in the phone "moan in the phone......moan in the phone"
Uh...say what? He told me his name was Peter and to "moan in the phone" I just hung up the damn phone. I like my sleep! And I was in no mood for dicking around. Then of course I star-69'd his ass to find out who it was and the number was untraceable.
So frustrating. But not as frustrating as not having internet at work for over 2 weeks. How is that even possible? How is that possible that we, a hospital have no Internet!??? I am sure we need it. I am sure it's a necessity. But yet - clearly we're not a priority. Just goes to show how well the government works to get things done. Lazy! Lazy!
I can't wait for this weekend to come. I need the break. It has been a really hell-ish week. Everything is getting me down. I feel like I am stuck in a gigantic rut but I can't quite place why it's as such. Other than the Internet thing, work is going fairly well, friends are good - but something's just not right. I haven't really had time to get around to reading all the blogs. I am falling behind. I hope to catch up this weekend. And see what's happening in and around all of you.
Only 8 hours to go and then I can kiss this week goodbye.
Can't wait.
February 28, 2007
I don't know.
Ugh. I haven't blogged in a while. And I most certainly haven't blogged about anything interesting. I actually wrote a "goodbye to blogging" post today. I am not sure when I will post it, but it's there for when I am ready.
And I think I'll be ready soon.
Work has been a pain in my ass. We've gone two weeks without internet. Crazy! How can I mindlessly blog when I can't even log on to the net at work? I know what you're thinking...geez Punky, you should be working!
Uh. Yea. Sure. Working. But what about those brief, interludes of when I need to check my email account, the world news, find out what's happening in the world of hockey and all that other crap that fills my day?
Last night I went out for drinks with some of my closest girls. I have this one friend that's a doctor and she's just great. She's great for all that medical advice that you need. I am constantly asking her crap about mixing heroine with my asthma medication. She's very helpful. Almost too helpful.
Weird News happening. A woman in Montreal was sentenced to something like 30 months for trying to burn her boyfriend's penis off with fondue oil. Her boyfriend fell asleep and she doused him in the oil/fuel and lit him afire. Crazy beeyatch. Crazy, crazy! Just has Bobbit images running through my head.
Anyway, as I pointed out, this blog is waning. And I think I might have to bid it adieu. So much I can't write on the blog, which defeats the purpose of having a blog...it's just....I don't know....Give me a few more days to ponder it and check back to find out what the final decision is.
And I think I'll be ready soon.
Work has been a pain in my ass. We've gone two weeks without internet. Crazy! How can I mindlessly blog when I can't even log on to the net at work? I know what you're thinking...geez Punky, you should be working!
Uh. Yea. Sure. Working. But what about those brief, interludes of when I need to check my email account, the world news, find out what's happening in the world of hockey and all that other crap that fills my day?
Last night I went out for drinks with some of my closest girls. I have this one friend that's a doctor and she's just great. She's great for all that medical advice that you need. I am constantly asking her crap about mixing heroine with my asthma medication. She's very helpful. Almost too helpful.
Weird News happening. A woman in Montreal was sentenced to something like 30 months for trying to burn her boyfriend's penis off with fondue oil. Her boyfriend fell asleep and she doused him in the oil/fuel and lit him afire. Crazy beeyatch. Crazy, crazy! Just has Bobbit images running through my head.
Anyway, as I pointed out, this blog is waning. And I think I might have to bid it adieu. So much I can't write on the blog, which defeats the purpose of having a blog...it's just....I don't know....Give me a few more days to ponder it and check back to find out what the final decision is.
February 25, 2007
Oscars...even though I don't really watch them
Things I liked about the Oscars:
That Alan Arkin won for Best Supporting Actor in Little Miss Sunshine
Reese Witherspoon's Dress - fabulous and gorgeous.
Nicole Kidman
Tom Cruise cut his hair.
Will Smith's son - flubbing his lines on stage - he's such a cutie
Ellen Degeneres - half of the time
Jack Black, Will Ferrell and that other dude who is ten times funnier than both of them - doing a little diddy on stage.
Robert Downey Jr. making fun of himself and his very publicized drug habit from back in the day
Things I didn't like about the Oscars:
Alan Arkin's acceptance speech - a tad dull and boring.
Barbara Walter's dress for her "special". So fugly.
Ellen Degeneres - the other half of the time
Jody Foster's dress- to pale, too, I don't know and what was with the hair?
Kristin Dunst's dress - beyond explanation
If I seemed to have stopped short - it's because this is where I fell asleep - I managed to catch Jennifer Hudson's win and that was about it. I didn't even see a majority of the movies - I am not above admitting that I kept switching between the Oscars and Amazing Race and then realizing it was time for bed.
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Craig Rivet was traded from the Habs for god-knows-who and a draft pick. And so long Rivet. He is not my favourite player. He's okay. He becomes an unresristricted free-agent next year and would probably not resign with the Canadiens anyway. So - Gainey had no choice but to ship him off somewhere.
Alright, I am about ready to head off for work - and can only hope that the server and Internet is back up and working, because I cannot go another week without it!!
That Alan Arkin won for Best Supporting Actor in Little Miss Sunshine
Reese Witherspoon's Dress - fabulous and gorgeous.
Nicole Kidman
Tom Cruise cut his hair.
Will Smith's son - flubbing his lines on stage - he's such a cutie
Ellen Degeneres - half of the time
Jack Black, Will Ferrell and that other dude who is ten times funnier than both of them - doing a little diddy on stage.
Robert Downey Jr. making fun of himself and his very publicized drug habit from back in the day
Things I didn't like about the Oscars:
Alan Arkin's acceptance speech - a tad dull and boring.
Barbara Walter's dress for her "special". So fugly.
Ellen Degeneres - the other half of the time
Jody Foster's dress- to pale, too, I don't know and what was with the hair?
Kristin Dunst's dress - beyond explanation
If I seemed to have stopped short - it's because this is where I fell asleep - I managed to catch Jennifer Hudson's win and that was about it. I didn't even see a majority of the movies - I am not above admitting that I kept switching between the Oscars and Amazing Race and then realizing it was time for bed.
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Craig Rivet was traded from the Habs for god-knows-who and a draft pick. And so long Rivet. He is not my favourite player. He's okay. He becomes an unresristricted free-agent next year and would probably not resign with the Canadiens anyway. So - Gainey had no choice but to ship him off somewhere.
Alright, I am about ready to head off for work - and can only hope that the server and Internet is back up and working, because I cannot go another week without it!!
Plenty of Fodder
I have realized I have a problem with trust.
Don't know why I do or how it happened, but I have a serious problem with trust. Some people have broken their word with me and then I can't help but second guess everything they say. And I wish I wasn't this way. I wish I could openly trust. I don't. And it does not make for good livin'. And it's not just in my dating life, but life in general. I am second-guess people's intentions a lot. And I have no clue why. Oh, if I could have a few sessions with some quasi-therapist who could diagnose my craziness. Life would be that much better.
Which brings me to dating. No current prospects on my docket. Hopefully a few come around soon.
Last night my sister and I went out. LilSis and I don't really run in the same crowds, in fact we don't run in any crowds - except ones that include my brother and parents. So on Saturday night we went out for a few pints because that beat our initial plan of staying home to watch Bridget Jones Diary. It was fun. She introduced me to her friends - including some seriously funny brothers, the Tweedles, Dee and Dum. They're hilarious and are full of stories. One of the funniest stories was when Tweedle-Dee was in high school - he attended an all-boy school, and after gym class the teacher made all the students open their towels to make sure they weren't wearing any underwear. I still haven't figured out why the teacher cared so much that they weren't wearing any underwear - but clearly it was very important and seeing as Tweedle-Dee still remembers it - it didn't scare him at all.....not at all. And seeing as he now teaches at the same school - it brings him full circle. I just picture all these students opening their towels in-sync like a chorus line. Too funny.
My sister is pretty tight with Tweedle-Dee (strictly friends only) and has so much fun with him that she wants me to date his brother Tweedle-Dum to increase her fun-hang-out time with him. And I can see why. He was lots of fun. The brother was cute. However at the end of the night he mentioned he was quasi-dating someone - so no dice there.
And today, I am planning on watching the Bridget Jones I had initially planned to watch last night - but glad I didn't and the rest of the mundane shit you do on the weekend. All those tasks I have put off all week and left for my weekend.
On Friday, I went to the SPCA with my boss to pick out a dog for her kids. It was heartbreaking to see what I saw. All the animals in all the cages. It was horrible. My heart was torn in every direction. If I could, I would have brought home every single dog there. It was so barren, cold, unloving and those poor dogs were locked in these cages that just was so overwhelming. If I didn't have such a tiny apartment and an allergy to animals, I would have taken home this sweet little puppy who was a little darling.
Also on Friday I got my hair cut. Now my hair dresser - Etienne - cuts my hair just fine. But he styles it in the most awful way every time I go. On Friday he styled it in this 1940's housewife bouffant or something along those lines. it was beehive-ish on the top of my head and blown-dry straight with a curl at the bottom. Very weird. Considering my hair is naturally curly, it's was a weird look that I couldn't wait to get home and wash out. But when all is said and done, the cut was just fine - and I was able to work with it like always.
Oscars are tonight. And I haven't seen half of the movies. All I know is I am in love with Little Miss Sunshine. I loved that movie. I remember seeing it with KW, ah the memories. It was a great, cute - movie and everyone was great in it. And it's totally not a chick flick, because I remember KW enjoying it as much as I did. But in the end, I watch the Oscars for the same reason most of the world does. To see who looks gorgeous in their stunning dress and who looks like ass in the garbage bag that a supposed famous designer has forced them to wear. I don't know why some women think they look good in what they wear.
This weekend passed so fast. I can't believe it's back to work tomorrow. Velma is back at work. Now I have someone to complain to about random shit at work. We're on a mission to steal Maddox's mirror and hold it for ransom. He has it directly in front of his PC so that he can work and stare at himself simultaneously. It's funny, it's going to be even funnier when it goes missing......muwhahahahahaha.
Don't know why I do or how it happened, but I have a serious problem with trust. Some people have broken their word with me and then I can't help but second guess everything they say. And I wish I wasn't this way. I wish I could openly trust. I don't. And it does not make for good livin'. And it's not just in my dating life, but life in general. I am second-guess people's intentions a lot. And I have no clue why. Oh, if I could have a few sessions with some quasi-therapist who could diagnose my craziness. Life would be that much better.
Which brings me to dating. No current prospects on my docket. Hopefully a few come around soon.
Last night my sister and I went out. LilSis and I don't really run in the same crowds, in fact we don't run in any crowds - except ones that include my brother and parents. So on Saturday night we went out for a few pints because that beat our initial plan of staying home to watch Bridget Jones Diary. It was fun. She introduced me to her friends - including some seriously funny brothers, the Tweedles, Dee and Dum. They're hilarious and are full of stories. One of the funniest stories was when Tweedle-Dee was in high school - he attended an all-boy school, and after gym class the teacher made all the students open their towels to make sure they weren't wearing any underwear. I still haven't figured out why the teacher cared so much that they weren't wearing any underwear - but clearly it was very important and seeing as Tweedle-Dee still remembers it - it didn't scare him at all.....not at all. And seeing as he now teaches at the same school - it brings him full circle. I just picture all these students opening their towels in-sync like a chorus line. Too funny.
My sister is pretty tight with Tweedle-Dee (strictly friends only) and has so much fun with him that she wants me to date his brother Tweedle-Dum to increase her fun-hang-out time with him. And I can see why. He was lots of fun. The brother was cute. However at the end of the night he mentioned he was quasi-dating someone - so no dice there.
And today, I am planning on watching the Bridget Jones I had initially planned to watch last night - but glad I didn't and the rest of the mundane shit you do on the weekend. All those tasks I have put off all week and left for my weekend.
On Friday, I went to the SPCA with my boss to pick out a dog for her kids. It was heartbreaking to see what I saw. All the animals in all the cages. It was horrible. My heart was torn in every direction. If I could, I would have brought home every single dog there. It was so barren, cold, unloving and those poor dogs were locked in these cages that just was so overwhelming. If I didn't have such a tiny apartment and an allergy to animals, I would have taken home this sweet little puppy who was a little darling.
Also on Friday I got my hair cut. Now my hair dresser - Etienne - cuts my hair just fine. But he styles it in the most awful way every time I go. On Friday he styled it in this 1940's housewife bouffant or something along those lines. it was beehive-ish on the top of my head and blown-dry straight with a curl at the bottom. Very weird. Considering my hair is naturally curly, it's was a weird look that I couldn't wait to get home and wash out. But when all is said and done, the cut was just fine - and I was able to work with it like always.
Oscars are tonight. And I haven't seen half of the movies. All I know is I am in love with Little Miss Sunshine. I loved that movie. I remember seeing it with KW, ah the memories. It was a great, cute - movie and everyone was great in it. And it's totally not a chick flick, because I remember KW enjoying it as much as I did. But in the end, I watch the Oscars for the same reason most of the world does. To see who looks gorgeous in their stunning dress and who looks like ass in the garbage bag that a supposed famous designer has forced them to wear. I don't know why some women think they look good in what they wear.
This weekend passed so fast. I can't believe it's back to work tomorrow. Velma is back at work. Now I have someone to complain to about random shit at work. We're on a mission to steal Maddox's mirror and hold it for ransom. He has it directly in front of his PC so that he can work and stare at himself simultaneously. It's funny, it's going to be even funnier when it goes missing......muwhahahahahaha.
February 21, 2007
Yes. Everything I Listed is True.
Movers in this damn city want to charge me $195.00 to move my shit - with a minimum of 4 hours. I am moving 6 blocks down the road and would only need one trip to move my crap and you want me to pay $800? Um...that's only $45 less than what my actual rent is for a brand-spankn' new condo.
Gimme a break. You want to know what it's so expensive? Because this lovely province I live in has an actual move date of July 1st (which purposefully has been chosen on Canada Day by the fascist French regime that is this province) And because every single person who moves and has signed a new lease is moving on July 1st. So movers can fuck me up the ass and charge me an arm and a leg.
Some other things that annoy me about Quebec (even though I have a love affair with the city)
1) French school. If your kids did not go to an English school in Canada - then you have no choice but to send your kids to French school. NO choice. Let's say you move to Montreal from NYC and enroll your kiddies in school - well, if you never attended an English school in Canada - you MUST send your kid to French school. Keep in mind, this is a Quebec law, because Quebec feels the need to be "different" than Canada.
2) A sign always has to be in French, but if you so choose to make it bilingual - the French must be twice the size of the English. Most signs are French only, but like I said if a entrepreneurs, store owner wants to put both languages on the signs, the English must be twice as small. And you laugh...but we actually have Language Police! Yes. They're called La Police Langue Francais! And they go around and cause lots of problems if you don't oblige. Like fines and court houses - it's true.
3) Pain in my ass University students who are fighting to not have the tuition raised $50 a semester. Let's get some perspective. To attend any University in Quebec - even good 'ole McGill - considered the Harvard of Canada - it's $1700 a semester. That's peanuts. Gimme a break. I understand socialism. I am a socialist - but when the rest of Canada is paying $4,000 a semester - it's time to shut the hell up.
4) No Right on Red. Well, until last year that applied to all of Quebec, even though in the rest of Canada you could turn right on red. As it stands now, it applies to some towns and cities - including Montreal. Still no right on red in Montreal! Ugh.
5) And lastly, for some absurd reason it's illegal in Quebec to make margarine the same colour as butter. I shit you not. Our margarine can't be the same colour as butter. This is strictly a Quebec law....Why you ask? To NOT confuse us. Apparently the similar colouring might confuse us and that upsets Quebec dairy farmers...what-ever. I still don't really get it seeing as I can read and can clearly tell the difference between the two....by oh, I don't know...the words on the packaging!
Those are the only ones that come to mind at the moment.
Gimme a break. You want to know what it's so expensive? Because this lovely province I live in has an actual move date of July 1st (which purposefully has been chosen on Canada Day by the fascist French regime that is this province) And because every single person who moves and has signed a new lease is moving on July 1st. So movers can fuck me up the ass and charge me an arm and a leg.
Some other things that annoy me about Quebec (even though I have a love affair with the city)
1) French school. If your kids did not go to an English school in Canada - then you have no choice but to send your kids to French school. NO choice. Let's say you move to Montreal from NYC and enroll your kiddies in school - well, if you never attended an English school in Canada - you MUST send your kid to French school. Keep in mind, this is a Quebec law, because Quebec feels the need to be "different" than Canada.
2) A sign always has to be in French, but if you so choose to make it bilingual - the French must be twice the size of the English. Most signs are French only, but like I said if a entrepreneurs, store owner wants to put both languages on the signs, the English must be twice as small. And you laugh...but we actually have Language Police! Yes. They're called La Police Langue Francais! And they go around and cause lots of problems if you don't oblige. Like fines and court houses - it's true.
3) Pain in my ass University students who are fighting to not have the tuition raised $50 a semester. Let's get some perspective. To attend any University in Quebec - even good 'ole McGill - considered the Harvard of Canada - it's $1700 a semester. That's peanuts. Gimme a break. I understand socialism. I am a socialist - but when the rest of Canada is paying $4,000 a semester - it's time to shut the hell up.
4) No Right on Red. Well, until last year that applied to all of Quebec, even though in the rest of Canada you could turn right on red. As it stands now, it applies to some towns and cities - including Montreal. Still no right on red in Montreal! Ugh.
5) And lastly, for some absurd reason it's illegal in Quebec to make margarine the same colour as butter. I shit you not. Our margarine can't be the same colour as butter. This is strictly a Quebec law....Why you ask? To NOT confuse us. Apparently the similar colouring might confuse us and that upsets Quebec dairy farmers...what-ever. I still don't really get it seeing as I can read and can clearly tell the difference between the two....by oh, I don't know...the words on the packaging!
Those are the only ones that come to mind at the moment.
February 20, 2007
(oh am i in trouble now)
Work is still a big ole pain in my ass - Internet has been down since last Thursday - and my partner in crime at the office is on vacay and if the Internet doesn't come back on before then, she will be mighty pissed (as I have been doing some of her tasks while she's been gone and the internet is imperative to do the job!)
As for all the great comments regarding my Hoodia experiment. Let me get one thing straight here - I would never buy weight loss pills or believe that mumbo-jumbo. My boss simply bought it for herself and figured it'd be a fun try. I slapped it on, not for one moment thinking the 5 pounds I'd love to lose would melt off, I just tried it. Plain and simple. Same reason I tried pot at 17. No real reason. No explanation. I just tried it. (yes mom, I tried pot - it could be worse, I could have said crack...and no, before you call/email and ask, I have never tried, nor will I try crack - wait a sec...does crack curb your appetite?!)
I just downloaded some new music from Corrine Bailey Rae - after hearing her perform at the Grammy's and she's totally fab and awesome. Very mellow, low key - excellent chill-out music.
I am watching American Idol and it's a big pain in my ass. Way too many commercials, way too many gimmicks and product placements. I just want to hear you sing dammit! Sing!
I mentioned that this past weekend I went to my folks for a quick visit. My brother and sister started to make fun of my dating life because they read my blog - bringing my dad into the conversation. Now, let's just point out that my pops doesn't have any relationship with the Internet. He doesn't know a blog from a search engine to what the term "google" means....but he claims to want to be in my blog....so, here you go dad:
Apparently, my pops has been off work for the last six weeks - because well, the ground's frozen and he works in construction (as in pouring foundations into the ground...and well, he's SOL right now) Okay, back to the important part. Apparently, due to his having more free time on his hands - he and my mom are having more sex. That's right. My mom and dad giggled when telling me this - and I giggled right back saying "oh you want in my blog do you? Do YOU?"
There you go dad. You're in my blog....
Oh, am I in trouble now.
As for all the great comments regarding my Hoodia experiment. Let me get one thing straight here - I would never buy weight loss pills or believe that mumbo-jumbo. My boss simply bought it for herself and figured it'd be a fun try. I slapped it on, not for one moment thinking the 5 pounds I'd love to lose would melt off, I just tried it. Plain and simple. Same reason I tried pot at 17. No real reason. No explanation. I just tried it. (yes mom, I tried pot - it could be worse, I could have said crack...and no, before you call/email and ask, I have never tried, nor will I try crack - wait a sec...does crack curb your appetite?!)
I just downloaded some new music from Corrine Bailey Rae - after hearing her perform at the Grammy's and she's totally fab and awesome. Very mellow, low key - excellent chill-out music.
I am watching American Idol and it's a big pain in my ass. Way too many commercials, way too many gimmicks and product placements. I just want to hear you sing dammit! Sing!
I mentioned that this past weekend I went to my folks for a quick visit. My brother and sister started to make fun of my dating life because they read my blog - bringing my dad into the conversation. Now, let's just point out that my pops doesn't have any relationship with the Internet. He doesn't know a blog from a search engine to what the term "google" means....but he claims to want to be in my blog....so, here you go dad:
Apparently, my pops has been off work for the last six weeks - because well, the ground's frozen and he works in construction (as in pouring foundations into the ground...and well, he's SOL right now) Okay, back to the important part. Apparently, due to his having more free time on his hands - he and my mom are having more sex. That's right. My mom and dad giggled when telling me this - and I giggled right back saying "oh you want in my blog do you? Do YOU?"
There you go dad. You're in my blog....
Oh, am I in trouble now.
February 19, 2007
An Inconvenient Truth
Today at work we watched "An Inconvenient Truth". I highly recommend it to anyone who has yet to see it. It is the Al Gore documentary on global warming and the environment. It really makes you think. That has a whole, our world could care and should care so much more about our environment,but we're consumed by how it will effect our economy. It also demonstrates how quickly our actions are effecting the environment. Simple before and after photos of rivers and mountains are astonishing. Our natural resources are diminishing at an alarming rate and our population is rising and rising fast! To know that in a short period of time everything can go to hell with our environment - it's imperative that we do something about it.
I urge everyone to see it. I urge everyone to stop believing that global warming is poppycock and some fabricated story to wean the attention of the masses from the threat of terrorism. Some small actions can reap big benefits. Recycle being the most important action an individual can take.Buy energy efficient appliances and light bulbs, don't waste water - only use what you need. Small changes can add up if they're adopted by the majority of the population.
We're an educated bunch - we know how to fix the problem (as Al Gore so wonderfully puts it) -so it's time to get it done.
I urge everyone to see it. I urge everyone to stop believing that global warming is poppycock and some fabricated story to wean the attention of the masses from the threat of terrorism. Some small actions can reap big benefits. Recycle being the most important action an individual can take.Buy energy efficient appliances and light bulbs, don't waste water - only use what you need. Small changes can add up if they're adopted by the majority of the population.
We're an educated bunch - we know how to fix the problem (as Al Gore so wonderfully puts it) -so it's time to get it done.
February 18, 2007
No Stars for Hoodia Patch
My boss (Moxie) at worked convinced me to try this new appetite suppressant patch - called Hoodia Gordoni or something along those lines.
Anyway I score it 0 out of 5! No stars. It was horrible. I had a terrible reaction to it. It is supposed to last 24 hours, and I noticed very little change - if any in my appetite consumption. But I did notice a allergic reaction that appeared on my face afterward.
I mean a red rash that ran across my cheeks down to my chin - in which I slathered it with cortisone cream to get rid of. It was gross. I have very sensitive skin. Therefore to anyone who is attempting to try this patch to loose a few pounds - I urge you to reconsider.
If I had a picture I would demonstrate for you how disgusting my face looked this weekend. Thankfully the cortisone cream is helping and it should be fine by tomorrow. But seriously, it is not worth it. And I still ate and drank like a fool.
And no, I did not put the patch on my face. I concealed it on my upper arm and it did not mix well with my system.
Zero stars. Zero stars. Folks. I do not recommend it. And it is supposed to be a natural herb/therapy or whatever folks are calling it these days - but it just goes to show that natural products can still have a bad reaction in the body.
And as much as I'd like to curb my appetite, it won't help me if I am skinny and dawg-ugly with a blotchy, rash-filled face. I'd rather the 5 extra pounds and clear skin.
All I am saying, is Hoodia sucks. That's right. I said it. Sucks.
You Kiss Boys!
Since Monday I have had a house guest – which slowed down the blogging process. A friend of mine is leaving for SE Asia tomorrow morning and during her last week of work was without a home. So she crashed chez moi and we spent the nights with plenty of girl-talk. I have known her since I was 11 and we used to go to church-camp together, then highschool and then college. She’s a good bud.
And yes. I went to Church camp. I have no recollection of the “church” part – I am sure there was some praying and bible-reading, but all I remember is camp-fired and canoe-tipping with some arts and crafts thrown in.
This weekend I went down to visit my parents for the night. My mom cooked a big dinner and I ate like it was Christmas. It was fabulous. I saw my niece and nephew and my nephew taunted me and Lil’sis that we kissed boys and liked it.
He’s six.
“You kissssssssss booyssssssssssss!!!!” I replied in all great auntie fashion and said “ew, no! you kiss boys!”.
We went back and forth like that for a few minutes. Then he taunted that I had a boyfriend but that his dad had 12 girlfriends. He’s at that age. He also told me his 4yr old sister is going to marry some boy named Spencer, she was not a fan of that. They’re adorable. I love them to pieces.
And he’s right. I do kiss boys.
The week at work was hell. The last two days our server was pretty much down – and I did shit all. I couldn’t open files, I couldn’t email, I couldn’t blog – I couldn’t look up shameless Hollywood gossip on my lunch hour – it was very, very annoying. On the bright side, my boss bought me new shoes. She went out shopping on her lunch hour and came back with a pair of gorgeous brandnew shoes for me! In a perfect size 5 ½ and I love them. They are divine. I plan on wearing them plenty.
Speaking of Hollywood goss – what’s up with Britney Spears shaving her head? She is no Sinead O’Connor. She needs hair. What is her deal? She is headed down the Anna Nicole Simth road. And where are her friends? Your friends are the ones who stop you from doing that shit. It’s fu-gly!
F-U-G-L-Y
And yes. I went to Church camp. I have no recollection of the “church” part – I am sure there was some praying and bible-reading, but all I remember is camp-fired and canoe-tipping with some arts and crafts thrown in.
This weekend I went down to visit my parents for the night. My mom cooked a big dinner and I ate like it was Christmas. It was fabulous. I saw my niece and nephew and my nephew taunted me and Lil’sis that we kissed boys and liked it.
He’s six.
“You kissssssssss booyssssssssssss!!!!” I replied in all great auntie fashion and said “ew, no! you kiss boys!”.
We went back and forth like that for a few minutes. Then he taunted that I had a boyfriend but that his dad had 12 girlfriends. He’s at that age. He also told me his 4yr old sister is going to marry some boy named Spencer, she was not a fan of that. They’re adorable. I love them to pieces.
And he’s right. I do kiss boys.
The week at work was hell. The last two days our server was pretty much down – and I did shit all. I couldn’t open files, I couldn’t email, I couldn’t blog – I couldn’t look up shameless Hollywood gossip on my lunch hour – it was very, very annoying. On the bright side, my boss bought me new shoes. She went out shopping on her lunch hour and came back with a pair of gorgeous brandnew shoes for me! In a perfect size 5 ½ and I love them. They are divine. I plan on wearing them plenty.
Speaking of Hollywood goss – what’s up with Britney Spears shaving her head? She is no Sinead O’Connor. She needs hair. What is her deal? She is headed down the Anna Nicole Simth road. And where are her friends? Your friends are the ones who stop you from doing that shit. It’s fu-gly!
F-U-G-L-Y
February 14, 2007
VD, Post 2.
I came across something I wrote my second year in University – I remember the professor giving us the title Love – and giving us 20 or so minutes to quickly jot down our thoughts…. and in celebration of V-day, I will post it…(of course this is on top of my other post)
Nothing is more powering than the feeling of love. Love is unconditional. To know that someone loves you for every fiber of your being, someone who loves your qualities and your quirks and accepts your faults without question is something very few people will ever experience. Love is asking nothing more of your partner – and giving everything of yourself- true love is acceptance and understanding. There is no judgment, there is no pain – love is the most pure feeling one can ever feel. To know love and to feel love is a rare gift. I can only hope that in my lifetime I will be so lucky to have someone love me, to have someone respect me and adore me with their entire soul. In return, to allow myself to remove the bricks that took so many years to build and allow someone access to my inner space, to trust and to be trusted and to ultimately allow myself the opportunity to love in return.
I got a B+ on that…hey, it’s corny – but I was a romantic fool in my day, part of me still is. And part of me still believes everything I just copied from a class assignment. And maybe in all my cynicism, that’s what VDay is all about – just celebrating love. And maybe we don’t do it enough – so here’s to all the folks in love and happy on V-day…
Nothing is more powering than the feeling of love. Love is unconditional. To know that someone loves you for every fiber of your being, someone who loves your qualities and your quirks and accepts your faults without question is something very few people will ever experience. Love is asking nothing more of your partner – and giving everything of yourself- true love is acceptance and understanding. There is no judgment, there is no pain – love is the most pure feeling one can ever feel. To know love and to feel love is a rare gift. I can only hope that in my lifetime I will be so lucky to have someone love me, to have someone respect me and adore me with their entire soul. In return, to allow myself to remove the bricks that took so many years to build and allow someone access to my inner space, to trust and to be trusted and to ultimately allow myself the opportunity to love in return.
I got a B+ on that…hey, it’s corny – but I was a romantic fool in my day, part of me still is. And part of me still believes everything I just copied from a class assignment. And maybe in all my cynicism, that’s what VDay is all about – just celebrating love. And maybe we don’t do it enough – so here’s to all the folks in love and happy on V-day…
It's V.D!
No. Not Venereal Disease! Valentine's Day! Although I have a hankering that some women would rather have the "real" VD then deal with Valentine's Day! (present company not included). I already mentioned my one Valentines gift from a boyfriend being a disposable camera - the girls at worked laughed and said they figured that ranked up there as one of the worst until Apple shared with us that her sister once received a plastic blue rose that lit up from her first husband....yeah, that sounds like one of the worst gifts ever - way worse than mine!
So to all my blogger peeps - will you be my Valentine? And what is up with people who say "Valentimes" day. Where did the "m" come from?? There is no m in St. Valentine....and where in the hell did this day really originate from? Let's get ourselves edu-ma-cated!
There are varying opinions as to the origin of Valentine's Day. Some experts state that it originated from St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity. He died on February 14, 269 A.D., the same day that had been devoted to love lotteries. Legend also says that St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "From Your Valentine". Other aspects of the story say that Saint Valentine served as a priest at the temple during the reign of Emperor Claudius. Claudius then had Valentine jailed for defying him. In 496 A.D. Pope Gelasius set aside February 14 to honour St. Valentine. (shamelessly stolen from some website)
I suppose I only really care because I have no Valentine - but it has never been a day to depress me, maybe it's a day to reflect on past loves, dates, significant others. Or maybe it's just a day to remind us of that Simpsons episode where Lisa gives Ralph the Valentine that says "I choo-choo-choose you!" Or to remind ourselves of when we were in elementary/primary school and would decorate the brown-lunch bags with hearts and tape them to the end of our desks so that people could drop little Valentine cards inside them. And then you'd empty out the decorated lunch bag and count all your admirers. Three-quarters of the time it was only the girls who handed out the cards, but I remember that, I remember hoping to get ones from the cute boys in the class, but to young to realize that I thought they were cute and just knew I liked them more than the other regular boys.... ahh, to be young again.
And even though now, at the wise old age of 27 and I know I don't need to celebrate this concocted Hallmark day, I can't wait until I find the Valentine that sticks around and disappoints me year after year with disposable cameras and plastic roses that light up - but surprises me in every other way.
So to all my blogger peeps - will you be my Valentine? And what is up with people who say "Valentimes" day. Where did the "m" come from?? There is no m in St. Valentine....and where in the hell did this day really originate from? Let's get ourselves edu-ma-cated!
There are varying opinions as to the origin of Valentine's Day. Some experts state that it originated from St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity. He died on February 14, 269 A.D., the same day that had been devoted to love lotteries. Legend also says that St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "From Your Valentine". Other aspects of the story say that Saint Valentine served as a priest at the temple during the reign of Emperor Claudius. Claudius then had Valentine jailed for defying him. In 496 A.D. Pope Gelasius set aside February 14 to honour St. Valentine. (shamelessly stolen from some website)
I suppose I only really care because I have no Valentine - but it has never been a day to depress me, maybe it's a day to reflect on past loves, dates, significant others. Or maybe it's just a day to remind us of that Simpsons episode where Lisa gives Ralph the Valentine that says "I choo-choo-choose you!" Or to remind ourselves of when we were in elementary/primary school and would decorate the brown-lunch bags with hearts and tape them to the end of our desks so that people could drop little Valentine cards inside them. And then you'd empty out the decorated lunch bag and count all your admirers. Three-quarters of the time it was only the girls who handed out the cards, but I remember that, I remember hoping to get ones from the cute boys in the class, but to young to realize that I thought they were cute and just knew I liked them more than the other regular boys.... ahh, to be young again.
And even though now, at the wise old age of 27 and I know I don't need to celebrate this concocted Hallmark day, I can't wait until I find the Valentine that sticks around and disappoints me year after year with disposable cameras and plastic roses that light up - but surprises me in every other way.
February 13, 2007
Just Life.
Got let out of work early today as the server was down from noon on - and basically you can't do jack shit with the server down....went to lunch today with Maddox and Moses and had the most amazing salad - it was salad avec legumes grilles et formage chevre.... sounds so much better then salad with grilled vegetables and goat cheese....ah, the french language makes everything sound better!
A little disappointed about the condo thing and it's stupid and I know it's stupid. When I went to look at the condo model, they had a walk-in closet for the master bedroom with two good size rooms and a closet-space for the washer-dryer - well apparently for the rentals it has a laundry room instead of a walk-in closet and the bedrooms are a tad smaller.....and I envisoned the greatest things for that walk-in closet - and now I am without. I know, totally childish and totally stupid....even though I still love the place - it's just different now. Everything I imagined was built around this closet - ah, oh well. I suppose I'll live. I always do.
This morning I dragged my ass to the gym - it wasn't so bad. I felt good. Just have to tone up a little and things will be back on track.
Not much really to blog about, I mean, actually there is plenty to blog about - but right now, I just don't want to - don't even want to think about it....not that it's anything really...just life.
A little disappointed about the condo thing and it's stupid and I know it's stupid. When I went to look at the condo model, they had a walk-in closet for the master bedroom with two good size rooms and a closet-space for the washer-dryer - well apparently for the rentals it has a laundry room instead of a walk-in closet and the bedrooms are a tad smaller.....and I envisoned the greatest things for that walk-in closet - and now I am without. I know, totally childish and totally stupid....even though I still love the place - it's just different now. Everything I imagined was built around this closet - ah, oh well. I suppose I'll live. I always do.
This morning I dragged my ass to the gym - it wasn't so bad. I felt good. Just have to tone up a little and things will be back on track.
Not much really to blog about, I mean, actually there is plenty to blog about - but right now, I just don't want to - don't even want to think about it....not that it's anything really...just life.
February 12, 2007
Let's Make a Deal
Word on the street is that Peter Forsberg has let "his people" know that he is willing to waive his no-trade clause for only three teams....those three teams are: Detroit, Anaheim and MONTREAL!!!!
Dang, having Forsberg on our team would rock. Yes. Yes. I know. He's prone to injuries, but even an injured Forsberg plays better than a healthy Samsanov. I don't know what Montreal would be willing to give up for him - but I hope we try at least to make a deal. I am actually surprised that Forsberg would choose Montreal. Sure, we're a totally awesome hockey city. We live and breathe the game, but we're brutal fans. I am not at all saying I agree with that concept, but it is how it is. You need to be thick-skinned to play for our team.
All I can say - is Trade Forsberg - we can give up Samsanov and some sticks and pucks - maybe our water-boy too....c'mon let's make a deal. The Habs are falling hard and fast - we need a shake-up and as much as I love my team, I understand the business side of things....sometimes it's just business....
First day back is not so bad. Not too busy, so I am hoping the rest of the week shapes up to be the same. Velma is on vacation for the next two weeks - so all my Maddox complaining has to go to her home-email account. And it's not like I don't like Maddox, he just annoys me like a brother. I love having him around but in the same respect I love giving him a hard time...I'd love to cut his pony-tail off and steal the mirror that he has placed on his desk so he can obsessively look at himself...(the hair cutting won't happen, but the mirror stealing will upon Velma's return)
I plan on writing a ransom note and everything...I wonder what we can get for its safe return....
Muwhahahahaha.....
On a final note - to my beloved Bob Gainey - GM of the Habs - swing a deal my friend, swing a deal. It's time. Habs are fading fast - and fans are getting anxious.
Dang, having Forsberg on our team would rock. Yes. Yes. I know. He's prone to injuries, but even an injured Forsberg plays better than a healthy Samsanov. I don't know what Montreal would be willing to give up for him - but I hope we try at least to make a deal. I am actually surprised that Forsberg would choose Montreal. Sure, we're a totally awesome hockey city. We live and breathe the game, but we're brutal fans. I am not at all saying I agree with that concept, but it is how it is. You need to be thick-skinned to play for our team.
All I can say - is Trade Forsberg - we can give up Samsanov and some sticks and pucks - maybe our water-boy too....c'mon let's make a deal. The Habs are falling hard and fast - we need a shake-up and as much as I love my team, I understand the business side of things....sometimes it's just business....
First day back is not so bad. Not too busy, so I am hoping the rest of the week shapes up to be the same. Velma is on vacation for the next two weeks - so all my Maddox complaining has to go to her home-email account. And it's not like I don't like Maddox, he just annoys me like a brother. I love having him around but in the same respect I love giving him a hard time...I'd love to cut his pony-tail off and steal the mirror that he has placed on his desk so he can obsessively look at himself...(the hair cutting won't happen, but the mirror stealing will upon Velma's return)
I plan on writing a ransom note and everything...I wonder what we can get for its safe return....
Muwhahahahaha.....
On a final note - to my beloved Bob Gainey - GM of the Habs - swing a deal my friend, swing a deal. It's time. Habs are fading fast - and fans are getting anxious.
February 11, 2007
Who knew there were Rob Zombie Fans....
I never got around to so-called stalking CWB. Started to drink a little too much at the Bond party- and quite frankly did not want to move from where my ass was planted with the beer in my hand. It wasn't too crazy, but it was small and fun. Lots of laughs and lots of drinks. Not to mention I got a free ride home. This guy at the party - not gonna lie, I think was totally hitting on me. But he left it at a ride home and didn't ask anything else. But you know when you feel they're waiting to broach the subject of "are you or aren't you single?" - he was cute.
Then I got in his car. And he played Rob-Zombie like music and scoffed "if you can get past the lyrics, it has a great melody"....all I am saying is that he has bad taste in music - but a real nice guy. Ozzie bailed on the party. I don't know what his deal is. I don't care that he bailed. But he's making it out to be a cancelled date and how he needs to make it up to me - how else can I tell him that I barely see him as a friend. And I don't enjoy spending time with him alone....ugh...oh well.
I am thinking of getting a monthly-personal trainer....I know it's a tad lame if it's only once or so a month. But I might feel more accountable and stay on track. Just feeling really blah lately. Very gross and very icky. Even though the scale says no different - I just feel in very need of a swift kick in the ass to get back on the whole-gym thing.
Ack, tomorrow I am back at work. Vacation is officially over. It's actually time. I am not saying I am excited to go back to work, but I'm ready. Ready to get back into the swing of things. And in three days we have the dreaded Valentines Day. I hate this Hallmark created day...hmm...do I sound bitter? I had a boyfriend once at Valentines Day and he bought me a disposable camera for the occasion - ah yes, a disposable camera...ugh...I know, a really crappy-gas station gift...
Ah, well - it's only one day a year. And I am sure at one point in my life some Joe Schmo will out-do the disposable camera gift.
Then I got in his car. And he played Rob-Zombie like music and scoffed "if you can get past the lyrics, it has a great melody"....all I am saying is that he has bad taste in music - but a real nice guy. Ozzie bailed on the party. I don't know what his deal is. I don't care that he bailed. But he's making it out to be a cancelled date and how he needs to make it up to me - how else can I tell him that I barely see him as a friend. And I don't enjoy spending time with him alone....ugh...oh well.
I am thinking of getting a monthly-personal trainer....I know it's a tad lame if it's only once or so a month. But I might feel more accountable and stay on track. Just feeling really blah lately. Very gross and very icky. Even though the scale says no different - I just feel in very need of a swift kick in the ass to get back on the whole-gym thing.
Ack, tomorrow I am back at work. Vacation is officially over. It's actually time. I am not saying I am excited to go back to work, but I'm ready. Ready to get back into the swing of things. And in three days we have the dreaded Valentines Day. I hate this Hallmark created day...hmm...do I sound bitter? I had a boyfriend once at Valentines Day and he bought me a disposable camera for the occasion - ah yes, a disposable camera...ugh...I know, a really crappy-gas station gift...
Ah, well - it's only one day a year. And I am sure at one point in my life some Joe Schmo will out-do the disposable camera gift.
February 10, 2007
Signed, Sealed
Went to sign my lease today for the condo - it's weird to sign a lease of a place I will be living that's not even built yet! Crazy. Part of me is a little nervous about what happens if it's not built in time! Then what? Am I stuck living nowhere? Then this blog really will be news from nowhere....
Ha. Dumb joke I know.
I was able to take a quick look around at the model and it is so pretty. I can't wait to move in. But July 1st isn't exactly tomorrow, so I definitely need to keep myself occupied. All I can think about is the glorious bathtub - I ain't got no tub now, and to have a big beautiful corner-quasi-jacuzzi tub will put me in heaven.
Tonight is James Bond party- ugh, I am so not in the mood to dress up. I am in the mood to drink. And drink plenty. I invited Ozzie - no, not in "that way" - just for him to finally meet some people that aren't me in this city. Plus my friend throwing it - her boyf is from the UK and we're thinking they could be buds, we're making a friend connection....awww....lovers without the love.
I will try my very best to make a "stop by" at the bar where CWB is playing (that's cute-waiter-boy-from Winnipeg). I certainly don't want to show up alone - but should one of my gorgeous girlfriends want to come with, we can always go for a pint or two and check out his "band"....and if that doesn't work out, well then, I will have to drag some gal pals to the restaurant where he works and appropriately stalk him there.
Ha. Dumb joke I know.
I was able to take a quick look around at the model and it is so pretty. I can't wait to move in. But July 1st isn't exactly tomorrow, so I definitely need to keep myself occupied. All I can think about is the glorious bathtub - I ain't got no tub now, and to have a big beautiful corner-quasi-jacuzzi tub will put me in heaven.
Tonight is James Bond party- ugh, I am so not in the mood to dress up. I am in the mood to drink. And drink plenty. I invited Ozzie - no, not in "that way" - just for him to finally meet some people that aren't me in this city. Plus my friend throwing it - her boyf is from the UK and we're thinking they could be buds, we're making a friend connection....awww....lovers without the love.
I will try my very best to make a "stop by" at the bar where CWB is playing (that's cute-waiter-boy-from Winnipeg). I certainly don't want to show up alone - but should one of my gorgeous girlfriends want to come with, we can always go for a pint or two and check out his "band"....and if that doesn't work out, well then, I will have to drag some gal pals to the restaurant where he works and appropriately stalk him there.
February 09, 2007
This, That and the other
Okay, so my friend just corrected my fire in the forest story and said we actually started the fire inside the fort...yes, we weren't that smart. But in my defense...it's genetic. My dad told me stories of growing up and playing games with his friends that involved shooting pellet guns at each other - or putting your hands over your friends' eyes while he drives down a deserted street...see, not my fault - totally genetic! Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I can't believe that vacation is over- yes, I have the weekend, but back to the grind on Monday. It would totally suck if I weren't still on cloud nine about being able to rent this brand-spankin' new condo this coming July. My excitement of that is overcoming the fact that work is starting up again.
James Bond Party - ugh...what if I just dress up in my regular clothes and go as an "extra"...or the "lighting crew"?....that would be stellar. Totally. And yes, I might try to fit in the "stalking of cute Winnipeg-waiter boy"...if I can drag a pal away with me...then it will seem much less creepy...at least from my standpoint.
Today on t.v was all old-school episodes of Party of Five....I remember thinking Scott Wolfe was a total hottie - but he's not like I remembered. Charlie's ruggedness is way hotter - keep in mind Scott Wolfe looks about 18 in this show...and probably was when it was on...but the episodes kinda suck, and Jennifer Love Hewitt can't act. She can't.
So what's the deal with Anna Nicole Smith? I mean, it's sad - not at all surprising. But really- that is one screwed up life and already they're thinking about doing a movie with Reese Witherspoon playing Anna Nicole - c'mon, it's a perfect role for an actual trainwreck - like Britney Spears or something....Reese is way too classy.
So, does anyone remember Karla Holmoka? If you don't, she was the crazy ass Canadian girl who helped her husband rape and kill her sister as a birthday gift to him - in addition to two other young girls....well (she was released from prison a year and a half ago or something, she made some crazy deal with the Crown prosecutor that appalls every single Canadian) Anyway, besides that, apparently she just had a baby - at the Hospital I work at. Seeing as I was on vacation the last two weeks, I missed the HUGE media blitz and basically missed my chance at being famous.
Thanks a lot Karla. Not only are you the spawn of the devil, and you procreate - but you screwed me out of my chance to be famous. Stupid beeyatch.
Yes Folks. Google Karla. She's a real tard, a supertard even. Hopefully one day she gets what's coming to her.
February 08, 2007
Yipee!!!
Condo-Rental Credit Check Accepted!
I am so excited. And I just can't hide it. I know, I know, I know...I got it! I got it!
It's brand new. Everything is new. Everything is pretty. It's just so purtty. My sister will be happy. I have yet to tell her. I can't move in until July 1st - as they're still being built. But it gives plenty of time to save, save save, seeing as right now I live in a one bedroom and pay only $370.00/month. I know, I know. It's dirt cheap, close to downtown...a real steal. Just time to move on...time to move up!
It's a nice relief. I am happy. And tres excited. C'est fantastique!
I feel good...na-na-na-na and I knew that I would. So good - da-da, so good!
I am so excited. And I just can't hide it. I know, I know, I know...I got it! I got it!
It's brand new. Everything is new. Everything is pretty. It's just so purtty. My sister will be happy. I have yet to tell her. I can't move in until July 1st - as they're still being built. But it gives plenty of time to save, save save, seeing as right now I live in a one bedroom and pay only $370.00/month. I know, I know. It's dirt cheap, close to downtown...a real steal. Just time to move on...time to move up!
It's a nice relief. I am happy. And tres excited. C'est fantastique!
I feel good...na-na-na-na and I knew that I would. So good - da-da, so good!
When I was a Kid.....
Sometimes I realize that I was one lucky kid growing up - considering some of the stupid things I did. I remember once when I was about 10 or so....I went to visit my friend who lived about a 2o minute bike ride away - in a equally small-town. Small-town kids are very different from city kids. I can't explain it....we just are.
Anyway, this friend, Amanda, she I were friends my very first day of school from when our family moved to Quebec - and are still friends to this day. So, I bike over to her house, in my pink-banana-seat bike with a playing card in the spokes and streamers on the handlebars with a bell that had a picture of Strawberry Shortcake on it. I loved that bike.
If I remember correctly we were supposed to work on a school project. Instead- we went playing in the "woods". That pretty much entails packing up some food and trekking through the back woods trying to not get into any trouble. Oh and we brought matches.
Yes. Matches.
This is the part that labels me as "not that smart". We found ourselves near this fort that her brothers had made - and one of these brothers had followed us and kept harassing us by trying to push down branches on us. Well, eventually the three of us settle down and build a fire - in the middle of the woods, to "cook" the food we brought. (I remember we packed cucumbers, tomatoes and some bread)
Yes. We built a fire in the middle of the woods. Not safe. Not safe at all. And her older brother started to really piss me off by making fun of my real name. The entire world calls me Punky, they really do, but my real name is rarely heard and he started making fun of it. So I, in the middle of burning a cucumber, turned around and hit him with my burning stick. Burnt a hole right through his jeans and practically scorched his ass. He was not pleased. It was very funny. However, we did do our best to contain the fire in the woods. I remember putting the fire out, but not exactly building an appropriate hole to hold the fire... My point being that kids do stupid things. Really stupid things.
I could have seriously hurt him, the three of us could have started a "forest fire" and there is a entire little development around those woods - it could have cause serious damage. I guess this little story sharing is just to point out that kids do stupid things and we all did stupid things.
And maybe sometimes when we hear about things in the news we should remember that maybe we got lucky sometimes as a kid and things could have been a lot worse had we not been so lucky...and that things aren't always intentional....sometimes it's just plain 'ole stupidity.
Oh - and to Amanda and her brother - (cause I know you read this!) That was a memorable day! And your brother totally deserved the burning stick up his butt!
Love ya girl!
February 07, 2007
Here's Where it's at:
I saw cute-waiter-boy from Winnipeg today. (walking down the street...not in the "date-sense) He was just as adorable as he was at the restaurant. I wonder if it is acceptable to bail on this James-Bond themed party to go stalk a cute boy. It's probably pointless, as I can't imagine him being single. He was too cute and too funny to be without some gal on his arm. We would have such cute babies together....hehehehe....and I'd name them Abigail and Garrett.....or something equally divine...hehehe....this vacation is getting to my head.
Speaking of the James Bond party, I am thinking of going as the guy who's face you never see and all he is doing is petting his cat - that way, I can wear what I want, it's not too much of a hassle to "dress" for the party and all I need is a white kitty strapped to my arm. I think it's a great idea. I don't want to spend too much money. I am on a penny-pinching project.
I am pulling my hair out waiting for the response for the condo-rental. And it has the wheels spinning to hopefully buy in a year. To own something in one year. At most two. That won't be so bad. To be a home-owner at 28-29...a little later than some of my peers maybe - but luckily for me, most of my peers don't own shit right now.
Vacation is almost over. I have done most of what I wanted to do. I have apartment hunted, relaxed, and dabbled in writing - brainstorming. I think it's coming together. Ideas, plans, plots. I am reserving the right to no longer talk about what I am writing. I really think it's a great concept - it's not re-inventing the wheel, but I think that it actually might garner some interest if I get my shit together and write something substantial and edit it properly and send it to a publishing house and take the necessary steps.
I also had the time to really think about a lot of things. I had so many thoughts running through my head about moving from Montreal and just trying out a new city. Especially over the holidays. But you know what...? I like Montreal. I do. It's a great city. And I enjoy it. And I don't really want to leave.
Unless I fall madly in love one day with a man who sweeps me off my feet and it takes me to a new city, or a great job moves me somewhere else, I feel no need to pack up and leave such a great city. My friends, my family - my life (right now) is here. And I think simply moving to a new place will quell my antsy feelings.
Let's just hope it comes through. It was such a beautiful place and I will be so utterly disappointed if I don't get it.
Speaking of the James Bond party, I am thinking of going as the guy who's face you never see and all he is doing is petting his cat - that way, I can wear what I want, it's not too much of a hassle to "dress" for the party and all I need is a white kitty strapped to my arm. I think it's a great idea. I don't want to spend too much money. I am on a penny-pinching project.
I am pulling my hair out waiting for the response for the condo-rental. And it has the wheels spinning to hopefully buy in a year. To own something in one year. At most two. That won't be so bad. To be a home-owner at 28-29...a little later than some of my peers maybe - but luckily for me, most of my peers don't own shit right now.
Vacation is almost over. I have done most of what I wanted to do. I have apartment hunted, relaxed, and dabbled in writing - brainstorming. I think it's coming together. Ideas, plans, plots. I am reserving the right to no longer talk about what I am writing. I really think it's a great concept - it's not re-inventing the wheel, but I think that it actually might garner some interest if I get my shit together and write something substantial and edit it properly and send it to a publishing house and take the necessary steps.
I also had the time to really think about a lot of things. I had so many thoughts running through my head about moving from Montreal and just trying out a new city. Especially over the holidays. But you know what...? I like Montreal. I do. It's a great city. And I enjoy it. And I don't really want to leave.
Unless I fall madly in love one day with a man who sweeps me off my feet and it takes me to a new city, or a great job moves me somewhere else, I feel no need to pack up and leave such a great city. My friends, my family - my life (right now) is here. And I think simply moving to a new place will quell my antsy feelings.
Let's just hope it comes through. It was such a beautiful place and I will be so utterly disappointed if I don't get it.
February 06, 2007
Overheard today on the bus:
Two girls talking to each other on the bus - :
Girl 1: What do you mean he won’t be the father?
Girl 2: He’s doing nothin’. He’s not being a daddy. He won’t be a daddy. He’s moved out and he’s givin’ me nothin’
Girl 2: Is he visiting the baby? Paying anything?
Girl 1: No! He’s not buying nothin’. He’s not buying diapers. He’s not buying Pampers either. He’s not buying nothin’.
Hehehehe…he’s not buying pampers or diapers? What’s the difference? Tell me…what’s the difference??
Girl 1: What do you mean he won’t be the father?
Girl 2: He’s doing nothin’. He’s not being a daddy. He won’t be a daddy. He’s moved out and he’s givin’ me nothin’
Girl 2: Is he visiting the baby? Paying anything?
Girl 1: No! He’s not buying nothin’. He’s not buying diapers. He’s not buying Pampers either. He’s not buying nothin’.
Hehehehe…he’s not buying pampers or diapers? What’s the difference? Tell me…what’s the difference??
February 05, 2007
Condo Question Answered
I can't afford the mortgage payment. Not right now. Not with my salary. But on a bright note, tonight my sister and I went to look at a condo-for rent. And maybe in the next two years I can save more for a down payment and be able to afford the condo. Furthermore, I discussed things over with my folks and my dad actually indicated that he is interested in buying a condo and sees the benefit of going in with me but not right now and sees that as more of a possibility next year.
My sis was enamoured with it as well. It would have been the bathtub, it could have been that it was new, whatever the reason, it felt like it could have been home.
Even if I had to rent it. For now.
However, the condo-for-rent (being built right now) is gorgeous. And I put in an application to rent. I am hoping it passes through. So, probably by the end of the week I will know whether or not that is accepted. My fingers are crossed as tight as can be. It is located about a ten minute walk from where I currently live. And I walked in and fell in love. 5 brand new appliances are included. Yay for me! Dishwasher, Washer/Dryer, Stove and Fridge. With a jacuzzi-like tub. Bee-u-tiful. And hopefully in two years or so, one unit already bought will pop up. And generally speaking real-estate in Montreal is inexpensive compared to most cities - and I know this, however, our salaries are also lower!! Anyway, I am super excited and hope that my application is accepted.
My sis was enamoured with it as well. It would have been the bathtub, it could have been that it was new, whatever the reason, it felt like it could have been home.
Even if I had to rent it. For now.
February 04, 2007
No Take Backs
Him: You want me to be honest?
Me: Yes.
Him: I wanted to be with someone with more ambition...
(....push knife in and twist...)
Me: Yes.
Him: I wanted to be with someone with more ambition...
(....push knife in and twist...)
February 03, 2007
So, I am still contemplating the whole "buying property". I really don't know if I can swing it. Considering my current salary and my lack of a substantial savings account, I need to really build more of a savings account first and be able to take the buying plunge with more certainty.
The other night I went out for drinks with some gal pals and ran into a few peeps that I used to work with years ago. I worked at an accounting firm for close to 4 years putting myself through school. I was an admin-gopher. It was not a lot of fun and frankly quite the headache. But the people were great fun and used to do after work drinks on a weekly basis. It was nice to run into them. They were the same, semi-alcoholic accountants drinking away their career sorrows. But they completely enjoyed hanging with me. I am a barrel of laughs. I really am.
Friday I spent browsing the Internet looking at properties and for the most part relaxing. Friday night I went to this fundraising-ultimate-frisbee party in the ass-end of the city. It was far away....I am not even a frisbee player - but I tagged along. I tried to coup the group to get them to leave. But it was a lost cause. I was really in no mood to drink. It was at that point where looking at the beer churned my stomach. So, sober Punky at a party where she only knows 5 people is not as much fun as a slightly intoxicated Punky who is in the mood to let her hair down and have some fun.
Saturday morning I went for breakfast with friends and putzed around the apartment all afternoon cleaning and sorting. It was low-key and just what I needed.
Superbowl is tomorrow. Lots of beer drinking on the schedule, some rooting for the Colts - gotta love Peyton...he's got that farm-boy quality that I find so endearing....so I am hoping for a good time and a good game.
The other night I went out for drinks with some gal pals and ran into a few peeps that I used to work with years ago. I worked at an accounting firm for close to 4 years putting myself through school. I was an admin-gopher. It was not a lot of fun and frankly quite the headache. But the people were great fun and used to do after work drinks on a weekly basis. It was nice to run into them. They were the same, semi-alcoholic accountants drinking away their career sorrows. But they completely enjoyed hanging with me. I am a barrel of laughs. I really am.
Friday I spent browsing the Internet looking at properties and for the most part relaxing. Friday night I went to this fundraising-ultimate-frisbee party in the ass-end of the city. It was far away....I am not even a frisbee player - but I tagged along. I tried to coup the group to get them to leave. But it was a lost cause. I was really in no mood to drink. It was at that point where looking at the beer churned my stomach. So, sober Punky at a party where she only knows 5 people is not as much fun as a slightly intoxicated Punky who is in the mood to let her hair down and have some fun.
Saturday morning I went for breakfast with friends and putzed around the apartment all afternoon cleaning and sorting. It was low-key and just what I needed.
Superbowl is tomorrow. Lots of beer drinking on the schedule, some rooting for the Colts - gotta love Peyton...he's got that farm-boy quality that I find so endearing....so I am hoping for a good time and a good game.