If my head were made of Veal ... how much would it be worth?

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Moving day.

2006-07-18T21:07:00.000-07:00

www.myspace.com/luckyluckymae

My Pos-eh

2006-06-26T08:12:00.000-07:00

Loose lips sink ships

2006-06-25T22:24:00.000-07:00

Rules to living in a small town

The big auction came and left today, thrilling, down right thrilling.
You know how auctions are. no? you dont?
let me tell you how they are.
They are cut throat every neighbour for himself death become thee.
I have never seen more happy get along neighbours at eachothers throats today over some crazy ladies shit. Really.
There was so much garbage that came and went with no problem but as soon as the big ticket items came out the teeth came out too.
I never really thought of it but an auction IS a competition. how high can you go? do you know when to stop? know when to fold em? know when to walk away? know when to RUN FOR YOUR LIFE???
And in a friendly village such as the shire is we all get along, (for the most part) we go for our coffees and our Ultimate C's ice cream sandwiches (WAY too ultimate for my likeing) and we sit (some of us) side by side at the VLTs in the bars for far too long.If your dog runs away someone is going to bring it back and if you left your hose on someone is going to turn it off. But if you try to out bid pete who bought the kugler house on 6th for the stackable washer dryer set, you are going to be on the recieving end of glares and shunnings for weeks to come. iM serious, it was serious business. If looks could kill the winner of the blue recliner would be dead. We are kind of out siders here still and had no idea how to play the game. No eye contact first of all, as soon as you make eye contact not only have you lost ability to move your hand up at all, you also need a new pair of pants. Whole families on one side of the lawn staring down other revile families who before the bells chimed to begin the auction where lauging about days gone by of shared baths as children and the time Marg forgot her teethe at Stu and Luannes house.
The best thing about small town auctions tho, which you dont get in big city auctions is no matter what you loose out on someone near you in the audiance will shortly come over to you and offer you the same item for cheaper or free if you just come and Haul it away. guess what folks? we're getting an electric garage door. Whooo whooo.
yah from steve and martha over on 2nd, they bought the old Sawchuck house, the one with the red bird houses.

Slip of the tongue

2006-05-28T19:45:00.000-07:00

puppy=happy

The best story ever told

2006-05-28T19:34:00.000-07:00

last night it was so dark. There was no moon and my town has a serious limit of street lights. No light pollution out here to be worried about.
I was biking home from work around 11 in the pitch dark black. It was great. I sped up really really fast and closed my eyes and when I opend them i couldnt even tell because THATS how dark it was.
Now THAT was the best story ever told

Lame

2006-05-28T19:21:00.000-07:00

Whow, whow...
im by myself millions of miles away from anything remotly stimulating and I just realized... i have no idea what I want to do.
Not now, not tomorrow, not in the "future"
no idea.
not even a tiny clue.
I can think of a lot of things I DONT want to do...
I dont want to work on an assembly line
I dont want to sort files
I dont want to do anything coming even close to blood or bodily functions.
I dont want to hang out with hoards of children everyday.
I dont want to be a damn janitor for the rest of my life.
I dont want to be self employed, I cant stand that kind of pressure.
I dont want to video tape peoples dumb ass weddings and then assemble them into "presious memories" for people who are probably going to get divorced in a year anyways.
I dont want to ever ever wait a table again
I dont want to work in a kitchen
I dont want to work with machinery
I dont want to sit at a computer all day
I dont want to work in retail

the list goes on.
These are the things I HAVE done, and found I dont want to do ever again:

Milking cows
Baby sitting (even though Im doing it RIGHT now, NOT forever)
paper route (same as above apllies)
wait tables
work with mentally handicaped teenagers
pump gas
tele-marketing
animal controle (too much sad and scarey)
Secretary work
Janitorial work
House keeper
Cook in a kitchen
Dish washer
PRoduct pacaging
factory assembly line worker (oh the sauce, the nasty ass sauce)
Kennel attendant
Chicken catcher
Transcribor
Nanny

and you know Im sure I have done more jobs in my short working years but I have probably blocked it from memory.

I am SO jelous of people who just KNOW their calling and have no problems following their dreams.
What do i WANT to do? I want to fly to Romania and work in orpahnages holding babies that no one else is there to hold.
... Ill send you a post card.

It NOT about lazy. Its about picky. Its about setting my mind to "not settle" mode and refusing to be like every other person in this town meddling away an existance until they die.

I DO have interestes. IM a humanitarian, and I am social, I like to help and im pretty sure if I could magically become a counslor or somthing a long those lines, no not a useless school counsler, I could be very satisfied with my work. HEre is the catch > I am NOT going to University. I would consider collage but no university for me. There is collage courses for positions that are sort of like entry level counslers, but here is the other catch > I live an hour away from any collage and I SO DAMN TERRIFIED of TIME i cannot bring myself to signing up for a 2 year course when I feel like every day is my last.

saratonin? where are you>?

2006-04-20T20:32:00.000-07:00

im here

Get there, get now.

2006-04-12T09:57:00.000-07:00

2 more days until the big move.
Did I forget to mention I am moving to Saskatchewan on Friday?
WEll thats my style if I did.

really I dont know what else to say... other than you better throw me a wikid going away party withen the next 48 hours... and you better throw me a big welcome party 48 hours past that!
See ya'll in Saskatchewan!!!

chucknorrisfacts.com

2006-04-09T07:20:00.000-07:00

A Chuck Norris-delivered Roundhouse Kick is the preferred method of execution in 16 states.

Chuck Norris doesn't actually write books, the words assemble themselves out of fear.

Chuck Norris CAN believe it's not butter.

If tapped, a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick could power the country of Australia for 44 minutes.

Chuck Norris can divide by zero.

The grass is always greener on the other side, unless Chuck Norris has been there. In that case the grass is most likely soaked in blood and tears.

Chuck Norris invented black. In fact, he invented the entire spectrum of visible light. Except pink.

Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee. Except Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.

Little known medical fact: Chuck Norris invented the Caesarean section when he roundhouse-kicked his way out of his monther's womb.

Chuck Norris doesn't bowl strikes, he just knocks down one pin and the other nine faint.

It takes Chuck Norris 20 minutes to watch 60 Minutes.

Chuck Norris can touch MC Hammer

Chuck Norris played Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun and won.

Crop circles are Chuck Norris' way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie down.

The quickest way to a man's heart is with Chuck Norris' fist.

In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Chuck Norris could use to kill you, including the room itself.

When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn't lifting himself up, he's pushing the Earth down.

Chuck Norris doesn't stub his toes. He accidentally destroys chairs, bedframes, and sidewalks.

Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.

There is no such thing as global warming. Chuck Norris was cold, so he turned the sun up.
A study showed the leading causes of death in the United States are: 1. Heart disease, 2. Chuck Norris, 3. Cancer

Chuck Norris cannot love, he can only not kill.

if at first you don't succeed, you're not Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris can lead a horse to water AND make it drink.

Chuck Norris destroyed the periodic table, because Chuck Norris only recognizes the element of surprise.

Chuck Norris does not own a house. He walks into random houses and people move.

Chuck Norris is the reason why Waldo is hiding.

Chuck Norris uses a night light. Not because Chuck Norris is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Chuck Norris.

When Bruce Banner gets mad, he turns into the Hulk. When the Hulk gets mad, he turns into Chuck Norris.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but a Chuck Norris glare will liquefy your kidneys.

Chuck Norris doesn't breathe, he holds air hostage.

Guns don't kill people. Chuck Norris kills People.

There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of animals Chuck Norris allows to live.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is Pain.

HI TREVOR

2006-04-08T12:17:00.001-07:00

this is me "waving at you"
im glad you said hi, gives me a reason to use this picture.
i couldnt think of anyother, other than it absolutly takes my breath away, im serious... look at that sucker,
gasp

A pen that doesnt write still has ink.

2006-04-08T12:17:00.000-07:00

So its been a really long time. I realize this and will now take the next 4 hours to make up for it. I have a lot of thoughts that I really do believe people might be interested in... but I also do not have a way of tranfering those thoughts as they happen to my blog... which usually means by the time I am ready to blog the thought is gone.
so its bloggy time. watch out ma and pa and get yer spectilcles on because this is going to be long.

hawk-sley

2006-04-08T11:50:00.000-07:00

You know
I have put off writing this entry on Hawksley for 8 days now.
You want to know why?

>speechless<

Its not even a question of whether or not the show was good.
Infact when people ask me I often just star, mouth ajar, not knowing how to put into words the wonder that was hawksley.
Even DURING the show I was the same warbling idiot. I dont think I even clapped...
I just watched... a tear or two perhaps at times.
I am pretty critical, hell im a walking Robert Ebert
but this musician had me from Paper shoes one idle saskatchewan afternoon, sun beating down as I drove my car in no direction in particular and when I heard this song I stopped, the way I do to listen to trains at night, and I listend and I said
Damn.
And ever since then I have been pretty hooked (cole calls it obsessed and she might be on to somthing)
It was astonighing, im not kidding
it was not only a musical wonder it was hilarious.
I could have listend to the man talk for hours.
He was funny and classy and (not drunk at all) and he has the most adorable accent that I cant quite put my finger on but its somewhere inbetween stuck up man from england who has lived in the eastern provinces for 17 years and the voice jonny depp used as the pirate in the pirates of the carribean movie.
Sexy though, people SEX-Y.
incredibly... you get that point.
What a strange man though. Under his grey suit was a vibrant green striped job that we were able to see during the SEXIEST randition of Tarantulove that would be LEGAL (nipple rubbing included) (i have to get off the sexy train for the sake of the male readers, but hell if I was a guy I would be gay for him)
and ontop of his bald head (BALD???) a fedora covering a red bandana.
You havent seen live music until you have seen Hawksley Workman, with talking in all the right places and the way he switches suddenly from one of his hits into someone elses hit.... "They shot a movie once... in my home town"
Great.
he did it all. He played guitar, banjo, harmonica, glocinspeil and whistled like a king.
So it is settled, it was aw-inspiring to say the least.
Oh to be inside that brain for mere moments, the things I could learn.
So thats it , now I need to wipe the drool off my keyboard, contain my wild teenage admiration (i have decided to keep some things from my teenage years, and my obsessive admiration is one of those things) and get on with my life. Although know I am tempted to quit my job, but an orange van and spend the rest of my days following him from show to show, squeegying windows in the streets to buy my tickets... that wont get old. Will it?
Anyways, enough enough, this is not like me, im so imbarased
sam> lets never mention this ok?
ok

Jack ass #$#$@#$#%&$&%$&#

2006-04-08T11:46:00.000-07:00

There once was a kid from ontario
who made my life real scario
and now I see him in his car
every day as I travel to work afar
and I scream obsenities as loud as I can Bare-io

Sad Part One

2006-04-08T11:17:00.000-07:00

After 4 years of having the same (amazing wonderful, stupdendous, incredible, angelic) counslor off and on.
well folks. Its over.
What a strange world we live in.
I dont do goodbyes well she said
so I left. I mean.
I am strong.
like... ox...
like.. like... lip quiver...
bawling.
What a rough day that was.
If you have never had the same ((amazing wonderful, stupdendous, incredible, angelic) counslor for that long you might not undestand, but its so strange to share every ounce of your life with someone, so personally and then walk away for ever and not be allowed to see them again.
Sally sad.
its like mourning the death of a loved one.
I shall buy a lilac tree and I will name this lilac tree Marigold.
no not after anyone, but merigold is a nice name.... just for fun
and this tree will be my ontario tree of all the things and people I love.

Now, unto REALLY mourning the death of a loved one

Sad part two

2006-04-08T10:54:00.000-07:00

My dear sweet Jessie, I know a lot of people said she was funny looking, and a lot of people commented on her lack of brains but you know a lot of people also commented on her gentle nature and her totally happy out look on everything biscuit related.
She ran fast, but neigh, not fast enough.
My poor dog was hit by a car 2 weeks ago and while it is ironic she only escaped the yard twice in her life, she got hit both times.... it is not only ironic but incredibly sad. The first time the van was dented but she ok, this time it was the other way around. It was dark, its was raining, she was blind in the eye of uncomming traffic.
So here it is my ode to jessie.

Jessie was born into the raceing world in 1998. She lived with hundreds of other puppies and managed to live through the first puppy cull the racing world does at age 5 months. The best are taken and the rest are gassed. She raced for over a year in the state of New England before she was retired at the ancient age of 3. She was purchased from the hands of the Gas Man by a loving couple who rescues these doomed dogs and brouhgt to ontario where they tried to un-do the years of kennel wounds and of teeth truly rotten thanks to a life time of ground beef and sawdust dinners. She was social and sweet as anything when I met her. I took my Dog Jake to pick her out of about 30 other Grey hounds. She was a slow learner, had never seen grass.... or mirrors... or glass.... or well anything that wasnt a track and a truck and a cage. She was so wonderful to watch as she experuanced new things... like skunks and stairs. She fit in very well with the routine around her and would spend her weeks in a town called embro with a friend of mine who baby sat her for me while I was at work. There she got aquainted with 2 weiner dogs and a yard full of sand good for digging.
She movd out west on an airplane with me and destroyed one basement apartment (but oh the memories and the fun of restoring the place with 30 minuts till the land lord got there) She then moved back to ontario on an airplane and a year later moved back to Saskatchewan to join us at our house. We built a fence and a dog door into the house and she was set. We walked her everyday and answered non stop questions about such a strange looking animal.
She tried to eat 2 cats in my time of owning her, and one small dog.... not in a visious way... just more of a ... I am pretty sure I am supposed to eat you kind of way...
Her and Jake were inseperable. She would allow him to bath her daily, including the inside of her mouth. And she would allow him to give up his bed if she thought fit. They played so nicly together and if you took him away without her she would practilly chew her leg off to get to him if need be,
She was a good dog.
She was hit around 9 by good friends of my parents, who were not speeding. She died half an hour later in chads arms as he rubbed her head and told her she was a good dog while I ... well you know me, I stayed upstairs doing what ever it is I do when somthing terrible happens... a mixture of cry/panicking. But we all know chad will make the better paramedic in this family.
She was unconsious from the impact thank goodness. Jake was pretty messed up for a few days, but he seems ok now. i havent been able to leave him home alone though for my own sake and he comes to work with me everyday where we find an hour or two to chase ducks and go the dog park.
Its the saddest thing and you dont realize how sad it will be until it happens, but wow they really are a part of the family.
But hey, the denial wears off eventually and then the saddness sets in.
ooo let her honest feet shuffle close to heavens landing.
only the good die young

My space emphasis on the MY

2006-03-08T09:00:00.000-08:00

I have heard a lot lately about these myspace pages and that they are getting people in trouble and they are, well, bad. So I had some spare time today to do a little looking and well if I didnt find the most self centred group of individuals on the planet.. well I dont know what if, cuz I did.
It was hilarious, page after page after album after album of pictures of the proprietor of the page
and here I am looking to the left
and here I am looking a little pouty
and here I am smiling as if I dont know I am taking my own picture with my own out streatched hand
etc
etc
I was looking around the area I live to see if anyone I knew was plastered all over my space like grass hoppers in a grill and sure enough I found my own cousin. I was taken slightly aback by one picture which in all honesty I believe WAS ME but then i remembered this was not MY space, this was HER space.
what a funny funny world we live in.

and here I am looking down, like I am sleeping
and here I am looking mistivious
and here I am looking board and TOTALY submissive
and here I am looking incrdeibly sexy.

Dumb ass say Whaaa?

2006-02-28T11:56:00.000-08:00

I always complain about my doctor. I dont like his demeener, his smirks and for goodness sakes, his damn better then perfect posture.
I tell people I dont like him, and they dont understand, he is a known person in our community and everyone likes him.
I can never put my finger on my disliking, but now I think I have the proof I needed.

I made an appointment for today and (yes after waiting about half an hour just to get it) He doesnt even call my name, he looks at me from the hall, nods his head towards his office and walks away. So I follow.
We make our selves comfortable and he turns to me, raises his eye brows and gives me that impartiont smirk i so love.
Ok, I guess Ill get this started.
"So, I was wonderig if I could get an allergy test done? I have noticed lately I get sever pain when I eat....."
RIIIIIIING.
Oh lovely, the phone, thats weird.
He answers it
Thats EVEN weirder!!
I hear the seceratary tell him some one is calling and wants to know if he wants to take the call.
He does.
Thats EVEN weirder!!!
So they talk, the doc starts complaining about his computer to the man on the phone. I wait. The doctor asks if he can put him on hold. Ok.
The doctor tells me he will be back and leaves the room for seriously, almost 10 minuts, while I await, listening to the beep of the phone on hold. He comes back, continues his call. And im stilllll waiting....
OH ? wats this? He is done his call? Ok good.
So withOUT even TURNING to me he says, 'so what were you talking about?"
as he types away on his computer.
I stumble on about my stomach and my want for an allergy test as sometimes from all different foods my throat feels like its closing off.
He turns to me (finally) and in an accusing and VERY bilitilling way says:
Well, sounds like you are doing your own test. If you eat somthng and it makes you feel bad, dont eat it anymore. What more can an allergy test tell you?"
SO i ask very nicely if I can please just get one done and his answer?
No, you dont need one. Next question?
O-K.
So Now I want to know if I can book my blood work appointment to have my hemoglobin yearly check. He looks at my eye... looks in my mouth and looks at my palms.
"Your hemoglobin is fine. Bright red, your iron is better now. Anything else?"
"Well My Iron levels were TWO this time last year I would really like to have it checked for REAL with REAL blood."
NO.
annnnnnnd back to the computer. So I leave, feeling TOTALLY defeated. YAH! IM HEALTHY because the doctor says I look fine.
What a QUACK
QUACK QUACK QUACK.

lets get this party started

2006-02-26T10:53:00.000-08:00

Is it so important to be civil at all times?
I dunno, I think that if you feel a certain way, or want to say somthing but hold your tongue too often you should let it go ONCE and awhile.
I dont want to go all Jerry Springer on anyways ass... to speak incredibly out of charactor, but I just realized Actors turned singers has been bumped off the top of my things I cant stand list, and in its place stands people who pretend to like people that they really dont like.
So just knock it off ok? Cuz i dont like you either.
no not YOU... the one behind you...you... yah, you.

And then we all took hands and sang in unison while dancing in circles around the fire we made of bed posts and broken dreams.

Going South

2006-02-20T09:30:00.000-08:00

With the current trend of ontarians heading down south to escape the grip of our better late then never winter we decided to join the migration.
We decided saturday it was time for a vacation and by sunday morning we were in the car on our way.
We didnt know where we were going, but it was going to have to be sunny and packed with adventure.
For a while we headed towards toronto but at a last minut decision we took the highway 403 instead.
After an exhausting long travel time we arrived in Beautiful Burlington, it had everything, the sun was shining it was an astonishing 4 degrees warmer then the winter fright we had left behind, and adventure? You better believe it.
Burlington has long been renowed for its famous Coat Factory, (OH am i kicking myself for not stopping by) But Burlington has a lot more to offer, a lung full of smog for instance.
Our first tourist stop was to the famous and... glorious? dundurn castle.
The dundurn castle I later found out is the most haunted caslte in ontario, spine tingeling? and how.

Our second trip was to the biggest cemetary I have ever been in, probably not as big as some of the Europian cemetaries where you can only LEASE graves for so many years because of space problems, but big. There was strange old buildings, the ones that peopel are burried in stone graves in, yes, I have seen these before... but never built into the side of a hill, it was JUST like being in Toilkiens Hobbiton... sort of..
I think these pictures speak for themselves, this is when we realized, we weren't in Kansas anymore, we have nothing like this from where we are from!!

And while you are sad to go home again you realize you have made your vacation everything it can be, and NO vacation is a vacation without some taxidermy. (i dont know if you can tell from the photo, but one of us was a TINY bit uncomfortable)

My favorite part of being on vacation is mingling with the commoners, the people who live in this land, day in, day out. What better way to do that then to stop by and pick up some souvaniers from a local shop "IKEA" a nice duvet cover ought to do the trick!

Well it was a great vacation all in all, we saw a lot of things and while there was times we got a little home sick, this was a vacation I wont soon forget. And this time I no one ended up going to the hospital, so on the Sally rating , thats a 10.
Stay tuned for our next trip, there is spenty more planet to explore!

Random Body Shots

2006-02-14T16:49:00.000-08:00

what? not what you were expecting?

Run fo' cover, its Terror time.

2006-02-13T17:09:00.000-08:00

Nicole was in the states and she can vouch for me that they are slightly terror obssessed. Its amazing really that we live just "accross" the river from them pretty much but they are a whole other world completly, NOT to say in any small way that we are not slowly but surey morphing into them whether or not we see the need, its happening in the way husbands and wives slowly start to look like eachother, or dogs and their masters if you want to get techinical.
So what is the hold on fear?
I made a consious desicion after nearly dieing of sleep deprovasion in the months leading up to Y2DIDNT HAPPEN
That I would never fall victim to media hyped scares again.
That doesnt mean I slept soundly during the on-set of SARS, dreaded, dreaded SARS, happening mere MILES I tell you from where I slept and ate... and most importatnly breathed. BUt it didnt have the same effect as Y2K for me, I walked the streets of Toronto a few times, I ate the pinapple kabobs from the market in China town of all places and I did not, just for the record; Die.
After a quick Google of Danger it didnt take long to see just how at risk we are, there was danger around every corner, every step could be your last, nothing was left untouched! Jane Eason at the Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents must not sleep well with the knowledge she holds, she discovers and records dangers of the home, her newest and what she calls a "hidden epidemic"?:
Underpants.
"Never underestimate how perilous underpants can be. You get changed, you get into bed, you may leave your underpants on the floor," says Eason, and I can almost see the vultures gathering above the scene. "You've got a polished floor, you get up in the morning, and . . . " - crash! The worst kind of brief encounter.

It takes me back to the days of Bowling for Columbine, when I really realized the hilarity of Fear what with the quote taken from an evening news broadcast:
"escalators, you ride them everyday, but in an instand they can mangle you or someone you love"
without this quote there would be much fewer laughs in my house hold as this is a joke that will never get old, try it you'll like it.

Lets all take a moment now to bow our heads and say a silent prayor for those effcted by the mad cow outbreak of our time; The farmers.This does not need to be elaborated on, and those who know me know I am truly feeling the pain of the Cow and no one else, but how many families suffered through mad cow, while 155 known cases of BSE have EVER been reported, world wide... Ever, and while I know its hard for people to undertand, EVER didnt start in the 60's, not even in the 50's, ever has been around for a long time, ever has seen a lot of people come and go, 155 of whom, out of KA-BILLIONS have been infected with this bovine illness while buyers walked away from the sellers and many of the sellers have since had to cash it in. (monitarily speaking, not mortally speaking)

Avian....Do I even need to finish? NO, we all know if the terrorists dont get us the bird flu will. While doing my research on the big scares and the things that SHOULD have killed us all (but didnt you hear, parasites are very hard to get rid of) I found a site dedicated to the poultry plauge, the pandemic that was looming any day now, in 1997. Funny when you search the internet for the dreaded Buzzard blight, you dont hear about the "old bird flu" which in fact was the same cockeral containation currently threatening the nation that GASP hosipitalized 18 people from 1997-1998 of which 6 died, which may or may have not been soley on the shoulders of the poultry pathosis. Once again as with mad cow disease I fear the cock-oo-doodle-doo condition may harm the familes who harbour them by stealing their lively hood. Maybe I am wrong, and THIS time they are right ... yes, maybe.

Shall we take some time now to dwell now in the farthest out reaches in space? Astroids for those who dont know are large balls of ice and rock that float around all crazy like until they indubitably collide with,... oh lets say for arguments sake: the earth. Since the dawn of my time I have been asulted with broadcasts of the next big rock that would undoubtidly cause the extinction of all man kind.
The first big one that made media head waves was 1997XF11 who was expecting to bump and grinde with our dearly beloved mother earth in 2040. This was quickly de-bunked and we all got back to our lives but not without a little more time spent watching upward, hey, maybe if you SPOT the astroid they will name it after you! That is if anyone is left.... The astroid delema has been repeated since then with a freaquency of happenings some where near marraiges of Elizabeth Taylor, ouch.

And the greatest fear sweeping america straight behind the war on terror? Obisity.
Now, for me, and shocked I am, I just cant land my finger on the problem...
wait wait.... perhaps it is the fast foods fault, perhaps all who consume this "food" on a regular basis should be sueing the companies that provide it and forcfully shove it down their throats, because that way at least people would be MOTIVATED, people would leave their homes talk a walk, take a stand for somthing, while many things can be accomplished via online sueing a company and standing before a judge cannot... yet...
Or maybe it is the lack of ... oh I dont know, movement? Excerise? Standing? Walking? Running? Hell any form of movement at all? I for one am SHOCKED that we are still able to as a society push our own HEAVEY and I mean heavey shopping carts around the grovery store, especially given the shear Magnitude of the super grocers of our day!
I saw a commercial for the "new and improved" mayonaise jars, with this new jars all rotation of the wrist is obsolete, now with a flick (if we can muster that) is required to pop the pop top. Nice and easy pumkin sqeezy...
but isnt this reverse advancment ? Should we be making it HARDER to get into the fatty foods that are stealing our feet from view? But I digress, the people want what the people want know? and right now the people want to consume, consume, consume and then when thats all said and done, they consume a little more.

HAs their been an instant in the past 40 years that any food has been safe to consume?
We all know soy gives men Boobs, Salmon is loaded to the gills with poisons, pork turns your bowels Green, Beef and chicken (see above) and of couse, Bananas MAY be harbouring some deep jungle parasite known to kill or at least maime.

And of course here we march heads held high into the age of the Robot, where if you will have a quick glance back over the futuristic films of the 20th century, we are WAY , WAY behind schedual. Before you know it, we will all adorn the mark of the Beast in the form of ID Bar codes, our wallets will be digital figments of the back pocket bulde they used to be and in an instant a virus will clear your wallet dry leaving you stranded, moneyless and no way in hell to prove to anyone who you are because your friends and family who you often speak to through informal types of communication cant quite put a name to your face.
This my friends is why my money stays carfully hidden in the burrows of my Earth ship in an empty jar of the Condiment formally known as Mayonaise.

"These are a few of my Least favorite things"

2006-01-27T15:28:00.000-08:00

Number one has always been REALLy REALLY skinny girls saying "oh my GAWD LOOK at how FAT I am"
thats irritating, but I honestly never would have belived somthing could take the place as my number one thing that seriously irritates me to just think about. I have found that thing and its going to take a WHOPER to dis-place this one.

Everyone remebers Rick Moranis right? Right? Of course you do, Honey I shrunk the kids, Honey I blew up the kids, Hunny I accidentally left the kids in the car in direct sunlight all day, etc etc
I have never been a moranis fan, no not even in his "comdey days"
he really does just, like the kid who always stared at you while you ate your lunch in school, annoy me severly. Luckily I never have to aknowlege him, Rick goes his way, i go mine.
Rick has CROSSED the line.
Rick has made a country album. A singing... honkey tonk of a time country album. you may think to yourself "Good for Rick, maybe he has found his true calling" and then you listen to his music which is somewhere up there with the likes of "dentist chair sonata" or the JINGLE cats, and you realize this world really is unfair, yah so if the starvation, the poverty the torture and the abuse isnt bad enough, now I have to be woken up in the morning to samples such as "Wheaties Box"
Please I ask you , visit his site, maybe I am entirly out of line in saying "WHY is it ANYONE who is ANYONE can wake up one morning and decide they are the next big thing? Tyra Banks did it, Lindsay shudder Lohan decided she would do it, Paris Hilten tried it hell even everyones favorite rotund and constantly PMS'ing mother Rosanne did it (a childrena album to make things worse) but with the addition of Rick moranis my friends, that is too much, here is the line: ________ and here is Rick crossing it:
/
_________/________
/ - rick

you know, maybe he was trying to be funny... maybe its all a joke, i dont get it.... all i know is he was on "breakfast televsion" this morning and the hosts were GUSHING about his new album and congradulating him on his Grammy nomination for this drivil. Maybe I am just a jerk, well I am just a jerk but i swear I think this is lame.
please go here, listen, read, be inspired,
http://www.rickmoranis.com/

2006-01-23T07:36:00.000-08:00

This is the stage we played on.... if you look REALLY REALLY Close you can almost see us up there....
Yah yah, so lost in the pre-stress stress in between the time I was given 3 minuts before I had to go up and I Had lost my sheet music which i needed for one song and was quickly trying to re-write and re-chord it while chad tried to tune everything all at once... so i forgot to ask someone to take a picture for the old memory box... I guess I could always photo shop...

Winter? Winter is that you?

2006-01-23T07:33:00.000-08:00

2006-01-21T09:40:00.000-08:00

Playing music tonight
WITH a full drum set, this folks is going to be somthing to see; me the queen of un-beat, playing to the beat.

check list:

Herbal flower nerve remdy -7.50
New Hair cut- 32.99
New article of clothing- 12.00
New baterry for Guitar- 4.50
Work truck rental to get stuff there- 6.50 in gas
Oma earings - at one point... some monitary value I am sure
regaining any sort of self respect at all times- priceless

there are some things money can buy.

Mmm Mmm Tasty

2006-01-19T08:13:00.000-08:00

(what the hell is with the Penguin?)

For a lack of things to say I was thinking of turning my blog into a recipe blog and then I realized that was a completly retarded idea.
But then I thought, well maybe just once... because I love to cook and I love making up recipes so here I present to you:
A day of dee-licious

For lunch

Mmmm its everybodies favorite, TASTEY TUNA TOPPERS
THis is an old play on a favorite recipe of Tuna Melts, take away the whole fatty melt part and your run of the mill bread and you are left with... Tuna... replace that melt and bread with OPTION and my friends what does that leave you with?
A delicious open faced sandwich that hardly anyone in your family will enjoy.

what you need:
Eezekiel living, Sprouted Bread, so good for the bowels, it flowers as it passes through the digestion track (in my mind anyways)
If you dont have Eezikil Living bread... use bread...
ok Tuna, check, easy enough who doesnt have a ton of tuna cans in their cupboard?
Avocodo- the fruit of the GODS
Leeks (the bottom part not the green leaves for this recipe) (or onions... or chives)
tomato
oregnao
lime or lemon juice
herbamate... or salt.

What you need to do:
TAke bread, spread on thick layer of Avocodo (this stands in the place of nasty mayo from the tuna melt recipe) smother bread in avocodo
Place tuna and finlay chopped leeks and herbamate to taste.. or salt and crushed garlic and mix it all in together.
sprinkle on bread
top with the chopped tomatoes
add oregano to top
sqeeze on the lime or lemon goodness and broil in your toaster over for ... enough to time till its done.
Mmmmm delicious.

Another favorite:
as a substitute for Mashed potatoes I like to make Squash MASH
very easy
bake yoru squash till squashy hull it out
in a frying pan already have toasting some seaseme seeds OR sunflower seeds (nice to add some roughage to such a mushy food)
stick the squash in the pan as well now and add in your leek bottoms once again, at this point I like to throw in some honey too to sweetin it up as opposed to the brown sugar of Aunt Dellas thanksgiving squash.
let that all heat up together and fry a little bit and its done.
nice and easy.
(except the whole squash taking 2 hours to bake and burning your fingers trying to peel it hot...)
I like to use this as a side dish where mashed potatoes would go excpet its way healthier and .. way oranger and tastes like.. somthing... where as potatoes taste like starch. Mmmm starchy.

And one more:
this is my favorite meal right now its easy and reallly realy GOOD FOR YOU
prepare some Quenoi (Keen-waah) buy it prepare it.. just do it, its amazing, more calcium than milk and while it looks and acts like a grain its a member of the Kale and leafy green family! Shocking
Make it up,
I like to put either Miso or Soya sauce in it for flavour.
Put in dish, throw in some already fried garlic and leeks ( i dotn know whats with me and leek lately)
thats your base
for the top now you need to make some sweet potatoes. Boil them, steam them, bake them what ever you do and chop them up into BIG dice or somthing... also while you are cooking them take your leek TOPS that you have been so rudley ignoring and boil them up too. Now an american favorite, Broccoli.
Cook them all. Then toss them togther in a pan and put it in the oven with honey drizzled over the top. you only need a little.
back that about 5 minuts (well broil) then throw all the vegetables on top of the Keen-waah. and VOILA. SOOOO good.

eat it today, i mean it... EAT IT TODAY.
all these meals go nice with nice hot cup of ginger tea for the digestion.
we should all be feeling at the top of our game in no time and enjoying Oprah patended "C or S Poops" in no time
alright, now get out there and EAT.

A most terrifying prarie experiance

2006-01-16T08:39:00.000-08:00

It was late spring eve.
All were nestled snug in our beds. Chad had just left for the night shift around 11:30 when I heard the dogs a rustlin'.
I figured Chad hadnt given them their bed time snack so I got out of bed and went to the "Doggy den" in the basement. We had built a room down there specially for them so they could go in and out as they please via the old coal shoot. Now when we did this neighbours with their noses poked through our fence told us time and again that this was only asking for a colony of mice to take up residence, but really, what mouse saunders past a dog or two not to mention the litter of cats we had at the time, so we went ahead anyway.
Turning on the light I see both dogs are crowded onto one bed, weird....
I looked at the other bed that both dogs were staring at and lefted up one corner.
I then saw what the disturbance was all about, it was the BIGGEST lizard I had ever seen!!! IT WAS AT LEAST 4 INCHES LONG!!! (somtimes when you are scared you imagine fangs and giganticness that isnt really there).
I screamed and ran out of the door hurrying both dogs with me. It was all... ugh... grey... and cold looking, terrifying I tell you.
WEll somthing had to be done, I tried calling Chad to come home and get it, but no answer, (yes I know, looking back I could have handled it a little better) So I went back down there with a coffee can full of nails.... and dumped the nails out.
The lizard was all cold and moving slowly, like lizards do when the temperature drops. Without looking I felt with the can and pushed the lizard in, covering it with a piece of ply wood I ran all the way to Chads work in my pajamas and slippers in the cold night and barged through the door screaming "OH MY GOD A LIZARD A LIZARD IN THE HOUSE"
Panicing STILL, I pass by the late night card players who looked at me like I was insain and past Josaphine on her crazy midnight walks when she thinks its time for breakfest... we worked a senior home.... and some of them werent all there, this one included... I find Chad getting off the couch to hear what the noice is about, Im flalling wildly down the hall, he looks stunned WHAT ON EARTH happen???
THIS!!!!!!
and I pass him the canister almost in tears, (i just REALLY dont like animals in my house that I dont put there, they scare me)
"LOOK at this LIZARD that was in my HOUSE"
he looks in .... Josaphine comes in, he tilts it so she can see, he is smiling....
Josiphine says to me as if im the crazy one
"its... a salmander.... whats your problem?"

see APPARENTLY salamanders live in saskatchewan and well in the towns and they touch people and houses... and UGH, on that very night, not only was my face red but I was red-E to leave that God forsaken province,
all it takes is a small frog like creature to really set my wheels spinning, and i blame THAT salamader on my decision to move.

sick.

AHHHHH

2006-01-15T19:25:00.000-08:00

LOOK at this SICK ASS THING!!!!!!!!!!
wow, I never knew it, but I think I finally have a real phobia, i will not eat for the rest of the DAY.

(a phobia other than the fork thing of course... but...... lets... not... talk about... it.)

2006-01-10T17:09:00.000-08:00

everyone everyone calm down, we need to have order in this blog

2006-01-10T17:05:00.000-08:00

its fun, because blogs were SO the THING of the month a while ago and now.... uh, why is it again i like to read about other peoples days and mostly uneventful lives?
OOOO thats right, its a way to communicate without ACTUALLY having to comunicate.
Well its time for another installment of "What i did today"

Today I bought bateries for the key board that is wirless, which if you have read any past posts you will have seen the loss of punctuation or spaces...
I took my 2 dogs over to this neglected dogs house and they 3 played together SO nicely for a few hours.
I got my legs waxed and almost lapsed into insanity it hurt me so bad.
I decided never to ever do it again.
Hmmm i went to the bathroom maybe up to 3 times! Including one trip to the public washroom *shudder*
and then i had supper complete with squash soup, yum

Now did you make it through all that?" you are exhausted arent you?
Hello?
Helllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooo???

A change .... do do do do... wil do you good... do do do do

2006-01-10T08:14:00.000-08:00

I often pride myself on the extream hairyness of my legs, if extream leg hair was a game, i would have won.
But I am going to allow a stranger to put hot wax on my delicate skin and rip my hairs out from their roots.
leave it to my mom to find us this mother daughter bonding time.
WHAT AM I THINKING????

2006-01-10T05:18:00.000-08:00

i think a lot pf time i loose complete ideas at a time of who i am.i foget about the person i am and this video camera starts to play in my head as though I am a 24 hour long movieI label myself dail and i spend more time than i am proud of trying to my damndest to figure out who I am.The way my hair looks will define me tomorrow and the way voice craked when i was singing in the car todayhas set the current tone.A good pretender is always hardest to spot where someone who really knows themselves always seems to be the tallest in every crowd how does it work out in my favour day after dfay that i am alwayss getting exactly what it is I need.I need a break right now, I have a break from work but I need a break from cooking, from eating, from wipping up shit that has leaked all over the fridge, jam all over the gnocchi.I need to write a damn song already, but everything that pours from my hands onto the fret board these daysjust sounds like somthing else i have heard... just the other day. NO one can patend G D and F but somehoe feels like plaguerism just the same. I think i need a break from the one preson i spend all my time with ; me. but how does that work without resulting in brain damage or dire consequences?I am generally happy, but I am generally BORED. Bored right out of my skull and when the cats away the mice will play.Bring back the nights when I would stay up till morning wriign lyrics that would always be forgotten afterthe much needed sleep but that I am sure were good in their time. BRing back the days when I was begginfor just one day to do nothing when my plate was over flowing.i bored with not trying to look a certain way, this just how i look damn it, i know, i know im sick of it tooi sound so negitive, naw not really though, i have purged from my life in the last 6 months so muchgreen and moulding shit that I often pretended I needed and here I am bones and boring trying tofind the missing puzzle pieces that got dropped and most likely swept under the rug or vaccumed up.BAck to the kitchen I go and what will i find? Probably more contemporary bean salads and uninspiring bottlesof sauce that should have met their maker months ago.we cant blame the weather because the sun has burnt up all the clouds and the rain has stopped.They say not everyone finds themselve but i am hoping to find myself before i find myself in a holein the ground staring up at the earth worms and askign them:"so, how about you? Are you satisfied with YOUR day to day?"hahah but in general i am pretty happy, happy is a general term meaning: everything is just fine.And we all klnow that well enougn should be left alone, me being the accorn that fell to far from the tree.

are YOU a hippie?

2006-01-06T13:29:00.001-08:00

Score: 189
I am absolutely a hippie!
Make Love Not War, Pass the doobie!
Take the elitemrp.net "Are you a Hippie?" Test

Just me, him and 500 other adoring fans...

2006-01-04T08:49:00.000-08:00

how excited???
VERY EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!
well worth the 6 hours in the car.... well worth.

note

2006-01-04T07:58:00.000-08:00

christmas has been updated... see down a page.

alright holidays are over, lets get back to our regularly schedualed summer

2006-01-02T16:47:00.000-08:00

some pictures to tie you over until you can look outside and see these same sites once again (possibly minus some of the extream altitudes)

HAPPY NEW YEARS

2006-01-01T13:07:00.000-08:00

we tried going to a party... but the music kept getting worse as the girls got sluttier. In a last ditch effort to pull new years out of swiss billy goats ass 3 of us drove away from the party at 11:30 to take refuge at the Boars head (lovely place) with all the other boring people in this province, boring is good, I can respect boring...
Yes, yes that is a WATER and a gingerail.
Hard.
Core.

Heeeermmmmm ........ jelous you werent there?

2006-01-01T13:04:00.000-08:00

My Christmas

2005-12-25T17:46:00.000-08:00

Tis Christmas day, who better to spend it with than complete strangers?Of course, I over exagerate, but tell you I will who attended the festivus with the best of us.Mother and Father and the Chad and myselfsister 2 and the boyfriend who we arent sure what he does, or what he has EVER done, but at least we all know now what his name looks like etched into sister 2's spine. And I turn to sister 2 and I say:"Thats a bit of a risk wouldnt you say?"and says he whos name adorns sister 2's spine with a look of discontempt:"how is it a risk? I have her name on my forarm, as he undoes his bottons to show off the name "Jade", which, can I take this time to add, isnt her real name, but in fact a name that they have deemed more suitable then her birth name. I personally was not saying the risk had anything to do with whether or not he also had also done the same, but a risk when you have lived common law married to 4 men had children with a couple of them and married yet another. But of course, "after 40, there is nothing to worry about anymore".naturally. So we had the new boyfriend and the sister with the new name. Sister 2's kids come into the living room where we are taking refuge, there are 3: ages 14, 8 and 6. They are coming to put in their Christmas video they got from Santa, last year was the Mummy returns. This year, what to our wondering eyes should appear? But a black screen with the writing"Santa: Go FUCK yourself"followed by the opening scene, staring; Bubbles. For what better way to spend Christmas then watching the trailer park boys Christmas special?My mother now outraged said TAKE it AWAY, so down stairs they went, the 4 year old twins not far behind to watch an hour and a half of Santa apparently "Fucking" himself.Hmmmm.Sister number 3 and I have not yet made eye contact, probably tension from when the police were called when there was a little misunderstanding involving husband number 4 who was also husband number 2 and well, it wasnt pretty and I wish I hadnt have had to been there. She has in tow boyfriend who personally I, well, sorry, just AINT taking to him. Boyfriend who was good friend of the aformentioned husband number 2 and 4, but , well , accidents happen. Sister number 3 sporting a hudge rock of an engagment ring. And she asks me, "So what do you think of us getting married up in Niagara? Think we could find a good deal?"What does one say to a sister who since the age of 18 has been a serial bride with an average marraige life span of 5 years? Maybe, just MAYBE marriage isnt your style?We have also brother number one, who, needless to say, is not normal, but is a NORMAL part of the family.Sister number 1 and brother number 2, the siblings on the top of the sibling enjoyment list, were 4000 miles away basking in the lack of insanity.Wife number one, to father number Only was along for the fun with husband number 2 and son number adopted were there aswell, nothing like coming to Christmas and needing introductions to your family. At first I thought, all right, cool I have a half-half-step brother, wikid, but no, no relation. He pulled a 6 in the gift exchange gift and muttered half under his breath"All i need is 2 more 6's and I would have the Whole number."hmmm satanic? At Christmas time? That aint right. Thats actually all he said come to think of it.Nephew number one was there with his twins and for the first time the actual mother of the 4 year olds.Dinner is at 1, we are having late lunch, these are the instructions, we are there, we bring the turkey, its One lets eat. But no, sister number 2 protests, her son and girlfriend have another christmas dinner to go to and cant get out of it until 4 but are coming after, it is important that we wait for them. Mother once again revolts, and it turns out supper will not be waiting for them. It is 3:30 but the time we are ready to eat anyways and the mother is wilting as we have not been offered a drink nor are there any kind of orderves to be seen even though we are waiting 3 hours to eat, at this moment my mother is really annoid, but some how it makes my annoiance less. Father carves the turkey, supper will be buffet style, Father sets down his loaded plate for a mere moment and the next thing you know the rest of the family is for some reason confused and off loading from his plate to theirs, father does not like this. We all eat, most of us sitting on the floor and then presents start. We do a game, where everyone brings a gift and we pull cards to see who takes what etc etc. Except this year the rules have changed, this year everyone has to bring a $20 gift certificate, sister number 2 gets the best card, so she gets to choose last and pulls the card she her self brought and then laughs hardily "HAHAHAH this one is for 25, suckers."alright then. Sister number 3 is happy with her Stag shop card and sister number3's fiance number 5 is happy with his LCBO. THe LCBO cert's are the prize of the night surprise surprise and brother number 1 ends up taking home his own gift of a wad of canadian tire money.Youngest of the twins windes the corner andwithout warning totally SACKS brother number 1, for a brief second all holdtheir breath to see if brother number 1 accidentally boxes kid in the head, hey, somtimes instnct takes over.We leave, what a time was had by all, but somewhere among the children watching trailer trash boys, strange men calling my sister by names that are truly, NOT there NAME, my mother rubbing her temples and the twins running around with the noisest toys man ever created and trying to strangle their own grandmother, there was a family that loves eachother, a family that...ah forget it, Santa go fuck yourself.

the kind of day I am having.

2005-12-20T07:59:00.000-08:00

I put the cerial in the bowl, the milk in the bowl.
eat the cerial, so much milk left and I hate drinking the milk, but I hate wasting it too because rice milk for some reason is WAY more expensive, I guess tho, the number of little milking machines they would need for all the little rices, would get expensive. Anways, so I put in more cerial to make the cerial to milk ratio even, but I put TOO much cerial in and now need more milk. So i eat the cerial and of course have WAY too much milk so I put in more cerial and then need more milk, you cant pour WET cerial back in the box but no ones like eating cerial that isnt TOUCHING the milk totally, its nice when its submurged.
And this continues, and now i am out of milk and cerial, I am happy to say tho, they went together.

talk about subliminal

2005-12-19T06:26:00.000-08:00

Chad downloaded the Weathernetworks free weather eye for the desktop, tells you the temperature in our 1 horse town and also what looking out the window would accomplish. It pops up this morning and i take a quick look
Milverton
-9, Light snow
This mornings short range
fortcast shows an easy breakfast.

What?
I wipe the tired from my eyes
no, thats what it says.

Suddenly I start to taste the msg and the grease seeping down the old taste buds, I know that fuzzy feeling, its, its.. CLICK
ITS MACDONALDS!

now, i was the one who was shocked with the macdonalds brand bottled water, but personally I must say I am overly shocked now that macdonalds has not only began PREDICTING weather...
Macdonalds seemingly has BECOME weather....

I love this picture

2005-12-18T15:01:00.000-08:00

its funny how...

2005-12-14T04:00:00.000-08:00

when we are kids some how things seemed so clear, when WE were adults we would definatly:
-stay up ALL night
-buy a swimming pool and fill it with pudding or jello, your choice.
-NEVER eat vegetables
-buy a monkey and toilet train it
-buy a poney and keep it in your bedroom, perhaps the monkey will ride it as well.
-will sleep in every day until lunch
-icecream sundays with chocolate sprinkles will be on the lunch menue
-never brush your teeth or wash your face
-Never have a job but travel with either a circus or the moto-cross
-you will eat crackers in bed and candy before bed.
- you will never clean your house
and last but not least YOU will raise perfect children and NEVER tell them what to do.

And then there you are middle aged, going to bed by 9 and up by 6 to go in and get your daily 8 hours of soul fucking at work, there is no ice cream lunch, there is carb consious wraps with a little mushy vegetables. Your swimming pool is over run with algai and the insurance people just made you drop 2 grand on fencing it in so your little brats dont drown in it. The monkey and the pony got lost in the clutter of your house and you would eat icecream for lunch, if it wasnt for those sensitve teeth and your peptic ulcer. But at the end of the day you find solace in climbing into bed with your saltines... and consiquestnly waking up covered in bed bug bites.
life is good.

2005-12-10T18:56:00.000-08:00

Dear Santa

2005-12-09T06:59:00.000-08:00

So religion has been shut out of public places? Public school in particular, they allow no prayer.
Take a look at some of these letter to "Santa" i found in the local news paper from local kids; and you tell ME what is wrong with this picture?

Dear Santa
I have a few favours for some Global issues I want to ask you about. For a few Christmas presents I would like no more hurricans and no war. I would also like people that have cancer to live and not die. THe last thing I would like is for kids and adults to stop dying of hunger. THank you for your understanding and trying to help.
Karly Age 11.

Dear Santa
Can you please stop wars gecause there shouldtn be war in our world! Can you please stop world hunger too because the people that suffered hurricane Katrina need more food if you havent noticed. So please tell your friends to stop bad weather and war. Your friend Cody

Dear Santa
Can you please stop animals from dying in shelters? Please stop homless people from starving and stop cancer from spreading. Santa this year can you help people in hospitals survive? Its a lot to ask but I know you can do it.
Thanks
Samantha.

now its your turn;
irony? stupidity? are this letters perhaps addressed to the wrong man?
Hummmmmmm

John is dead-miss him-miss him.

2005-12-09T06:35:00.000-08:00

2005-12-04T11:57:00.000-08:00

and where the magic happens

2005-12-04T11:56:00.000-08:00

LOOOOKY looooky my new TRUCKA

2005-12-03T06:29:00.000-08:00

my dad always said 'once a woman gets married she pulls the rip cord', alas, it is true. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-12-02T17:00:00.000-08:00

this is for puking on the rug!

I am a horrible Pet Owner.

2005-12-02T16:53:00.000-08:00

I wouldnt be surprised if I looked in Otis's little Kitty-Condo and found a small voodoo doll of myself in there. He is currently not speaking to me.

2005-12-01T03:53:00.000-08:00

Here is my 2 cents, because I know everyone wants it.
I have seen this scenario many many, many times.
Man is married, man hooks up with (usually younger and more attractive) woman, they have their fling and suddenly OH NO man is weakening, man is building up his super sexy self image but the wife, the wife is back in the game and man cant break old habits, man was thought to have left this wife in the dust, but man was born to spread his seed (at least that’s the excuse they enjoy) and before he knows what has happened he is tangled up in sweaty ‘take back sex’. Wife doesn’t want man anymore, I mean, really, who would? But damned if she will let the “other woman” prevail, no man the woman her husband took off will NOT get to ride off into the sunset. They are now thrown into the all too familiar “friendship of hate” where the only reason they were pulled back into any relationship is over the mutual disgust that some other woman could get in-between them and rip them apart like that. Side note: let me take this time to also note that no one can make you do anything you don’t want to do without threatening your life, and when people use the excuse that “she stole him away” etc etc, that’s bull shit, because at anytime a full grown man SHOULD have the brain capacity to say ; no… wrong. And stop. SOMEWHERE inbetween the time they met and one thing led to another, should there have been at least an instant where man could and maybe SHOULD have said ‘this is wrong, I’m sorry, and walked away.” –end of side note.
The “other woman” who was once surrounded by the sweet words of the married man is now being covered in much much worse words. She is a slut naturally, where as the man is a stud. Ever notice? It starts in high school, a girl that sleeps around is a slut or a whore, a guy who sleeps around is a hero.
So while the married man and his wife try to figure out where it is they stand together the other woman is left on the outside looking in wondering:
“How could he have changed so drastically? What did he all lie to me about? How can someone smile so nice on the outside when they are being completely dishonest? How is it at ALL fair she has seemingly forgiven him but hates me? “
Lets ask who really cheated on who here? It IS common respect yes, that when a man is married you do not get “down with him” for respect for the faceless (or not) wife because you wouldn’t want some other woman getting down with your husband. BUT what if , just what if the married man is conniving and sneaky and has made you believe that the marriage is over and he is hurting so bad because of the way she treats him and feels so neglected for living years in a love less marriage. You become totally disillusioned that’s what happens. Throw in
1.some heavy duty feelings
2.words coming out of his mouth you have been just dieing to hear for such a long time
3. A man who is on his BEST behaviour in front of you
4. A low self esteem which SO many woman are needlessly plagued with
and
5. The smooth operator that these men always seem to be, all the right words at all the right times
and it is really quite hard to use see this from the outside, because honest, all you want to do is help him, and Gosh darn it; he makes you feel great.
That being said, some men are total and complete liars.
So how is it then that the man walks away testicles intact and head held high while the other woman is left to clean up the pieces?
No this isn’t just for a neighbouring blogger (who’s story I only know through bits of cyber pieces) it is for a lot of woman I have known and have been who don’t have the heart to say no and who need to love and be loved like the dickens. Oprah even did a show about it, where these men have there incredible stories and incredible smiles and they string you along until your heart is breaking FOR them and the horrible time they have spent trying in vain to love this awful other woman. It is so set up and schematic, it is a play by play way to get a little adventure whence they have grown tired of the same old same old. The woman most effected by men like this are the woman that need it the LEAST in their life, women with low self esteems or woman who are very trusting and yes, nurturing. Men like this DON’T care who when your heart goes from breaking for them to breaking over them, they are just in it for the ride (literally and figuratively)
While every story is going to be a little bit different, there is a pattern to be recognized here.
All in favour of mandatory castrating, neigh, dismembering of all male predators (and no I don’t feel like I am being over-dramatic with any of my choice of words or labels here) say “I”

quote of the day (a one time installment)

2005-11-23T16:16:00.000-08:00

...On the topic of prescription drugs

"Some people say "prescription drugs cant really be poisonous can they?" To which I reply, well then why dont you go and take 30 of them and see what happens. You will probably die. If you eat 30 apples you will feel very full but you will not die. Think about that. And I love it when someone says "well its in such small amounts" refering to the dosage. What if I put the same amount of my urine in your food? Would you eat it? Of course not"

Keven Trudeau

I always have enjoyed extramests, but I do think he has a valid point, if taking too much of somthing can kill you, It makes me nervous to take any at all. My perscrition Iron pills: if I take too many, it will kill me, if I eat too much Black Strap molasses, BRIMING with iron it will not kill me. I was so surprised to learn there are 250,000 approx. documented cases a year of people dieing from their prescription drugs, 2,000 people also die every year from taking asprin. Yikes, actually if you will remember it was only 6 months ago that asprin also took me out as well, and then once again my life was in danger, danger I say when given the WRONG prescription and ended up taking 2 doses of a medication they give to patients after open heart surgury, which I did not undergo. All these people dieing from things they thought were helping them. And then there is a particular illegal drug, with zero documented cases of death due to over doses called maryjawanna, although, it does have some serious side effects such as multi re-viewings of bad movies, and driving imparments but can you smoke yourself to death in one sitting? The experts are going with no.
anyways, theres my daily bit of mumbo jumbo. oh, and yes, please excuse the post about the salmon and los loney boys, as it is quite apparent I was in no state to be listened to... hey, I was just trying to prove the experts right, so far no, death by bong is looking pretty un-likely.

This just in

2005-11-23T16:14:00.000-08:00

... my Geckos have laid eggs
please stayed tuned for the next installment likely titled
"this just in my geckos have eaten their eggs"

There is good reason crickets dont foxtrot.

2005-11-22T18:28:00.000-08:00

Save me from this prisonLord help me get awayCause only you can save me now from this miseryI've been lost in my own placeAnd I'm getting wearyHow far is heavenAnd I know that I need to change my ways of livingHow far is heavenLord can you tell meI've been locked up way too long in this crazy worldHow far is heavenAnd I just keep on praying Lord and just keep on livingHow far is heavenYeah, Lord can you tell meHow far is heaven (I just gotta know how far, yeah)How far is heaven (Yeah, Lord can you tell me)Tu que estas en alto cieloEchame tu bendicionCause I know there's a better place than this place I'm livingHow far is heaven

wow, los lonely boys are suddenly way deeper then i can go right now....

deep.

ps does this salmon look like it has been eatin by small cat sized teeth? if not its chads brekfast.

2005-11-19T05:59:00.000-08:00

PALS
LAPS
SAP
LAP

all the words I could make out of the licence plate infront of me during my hour long ride home.
Was it sleat? Was it Hail? Was it a white out?
No, it was snowing. Just... snowing.
Hello fellow drivers; it is snow, slow down a tad and continue life as before the snow fell, it happens every year I hear for more than HALF of the year and I cant fathom anyone "forgetting" how to drive in snow... in... Canada. Unless you are a recently landed immigrant or a first year driver, speed the fuck up. I am not saying go crazy I am simply saying, 30 is ridicualas and my car HATES driving in 2nd gear. At least 70 people, at LEAST 70.
that is all.

postman commeth

2005-11-17T18:02:00.000-08:00

people love being bombarded with pictures of me right?

Hurrah, it only took 5 weeks to arrive....

2005-11-17T18:00:00.000-08:00

My pictures came back

2005-11-17T17:37:00.000-08:00

so far this is my favorite, screw the prim and proper, I believe this one captueres the sal-esk I know so well.

I am affraid I cant come into work today....my greyhound is drunk...

2005-11-16T17:52:00.000-08:00

See her there? The one in the back? Yah, well.
Seems shes been a "Bad Dog" .
My dog got drunk. My dog got real real drunk. So drunk she barfed. Poor poor thing, no this was no prank "lets get the dog drunk"
she did herself.
heres the kicker- the booze was covered in chocholate... and individual wrappers... and a cardboard box..... and cellophane.
She plays real dumb so you dont ask anything of her, but dam that is one powerful nose, and one not so powerful stomach. Luckily what they say about chocolate being poison for dogs? For a large breed it takes about their own weight in chocholate, trust me browny in the front there has tried.

Budders, is budders for a reason

2005-11-16T17:46:00.000-08:00

When you get a little kitten, it comes with no garuntee, they do not stay small and adorable forever, although they do keep their catty cutness, you can never know what to expect. Let me be honest, I never expected This stupidly cute kitten as pictured above....

2005-11-16T17:39:00.000-08:00

to turn into THIS

2005-11-15T18:01:00.000-08:00

sam i finally figured out who it was who sang the song about the black eyed dog, its nick drake, and you said you didnt know (i think i may be pushing the memory bank back a couple a years on this one) but you said you didnt.. at one point... anyways, i am happy about this, just thought I would share. It must have been one of those "chad? huh, i know no chad."
OOOO THAAAAT chad... right.
you had this song on a cd.... that I loved once.

Is it just me?

2005-11-15T17:56:00.000-08:00

Or does anyone else find it literally painful, guy wrenching if you will when you find new music that you are so in love with it could do no wrong?
The album of my current desire (i mean we all know it wont last, as a music whore I tend to fall hard for somthing believeing it will be perfect forever and then it goes the way of Hawksley and gets a tad irriatating) anyways, the album as I was saying of my desire is none other than the Garden State soundtrack. Damn you Zach Braff, the pain, the pain.
It is SO good, that and I have a new appritiation for Nancy sinatras "bang bang"after watching Kill Bill 1 and 2, which holy mandibles is a GOOD movie, good for a kick... good for visuals... good for somthing I am sure. And Garden State while a little slow a-la punch drunk love was freaking awsome too.

malkovich malkovich malkovich ?

2005-11-01T16:45:00.000-08:00

click on picture to enlarge

2005-10-26T07:24:00.000-07:00

mmmmm wedded bliss

2005-10-26T07:21:00.000-07:00

So whats new you ask?
Well this past weekend was on the lower side of the moon, but last weekend?
Last weekend was Goooooood.
Its like this;
In my family there is a common theme, its called "divorce"
My moms done it once, my dad twice, and what I always thought to be teetering on the cusp of 3 times.
My eldest sister has escaped it, the next eldest has past under the bridge of seperation and the tunnel of divorce
oh, how do I count thee ways? Lets say, she is living with her Fourth now, so that makes 3.
The next sister married num.1 had a baby, left "boring"1 for num.2 left num.2 for num. 3 cheated on num 3 with num 2, who then became num 4 and now has re-left num 4 for his good friend num 5.
My oldest brother? never married,.... probably a good idea....
My uncle? Married-divorced then married and divorced and again and then married.
my grandparents, seperated but never divorced
Hell even my own Godmother has been through 3 now.
So it made perfect sence to me, to get married.
So I did, we met last weekend, he is perfect he has NO flaws and cooks me dinner everynight.
See, its that kind of humour that has gotten my family in trouble in the past no?
No we met 3 years ago, he always leaves the seat up, I cook dinner for him, he snores, he gets cranky like a 2 year old if he doesnt get enough sleep and his family hates me.
But one time when we were shopping my feet hurt so he traded me shoes and he wore his shorts with my big fancy ol' high heels for the rest of the day. AND he lets me warm my freezing
feet on his warm stomach whenever they are cold, now thats love.
Besides that nothing is off limits as far as conversation goes and the lines of communication are not only up but running at speeds that if the internet companies could bottle they could sell for millions.
So enough of about me

Hal-A-Lou-Yah

2005-10-23T17:28:00.000-07:00

I am angry.
I am not totally sure it has been withen the past 3 years that I have been able to articulate this to anyone.
For reason of keeping others smiling and in balance I let it slide, I let it go and accomidate others emotions, because my emotions have
a problem shouting "shot gun" on their way to the car of expresivness. Anyone that knows me, ask yourself when the last time was I was angry
with you. There really hasnt been a lot of insidents. I have been sad, I have been hurt, I have been disapointed, but angry?
Truly and really angry? Affronted, annoyed, antagonized, bitter, chafed, choleric, convulsed, cross, displeased, exacerbated, exasperated, fuming, furious, galled, heated, huffy, ill-tempered, impassioned, incensed, indignant, inflamed, infuriated, irate, irritable, irritated, maddened, nettled, offended, outraged, piqued, provoked, resentful, riled, sore, splenetic, storming, sullen, tumultuous, turbulent, uptight, vexed, wrathful
nope.
its for the good of my health, I swear. Good news people im PISSED OFF.
And of course very happy at the same time with other things. Which a full story will follow, for now I am nearly enjoying the bask of anger.
Warning, contents may explode

2005-10-23T13:41:00.000-07:00

possibly the strangest picture I took all year... for numerous reasons

testing testing one two three

2005-10-21T11:53:00.000-07:00

2005-10-19T09:46:00.000-07:00

I took the long way home today
The way I take when I have a lot to think about.
And apparently i have a lot to think about, and so do you my friends, so do you.

I like the back roads; it’s a constant reminder of how little time we all have left.
Taking this route I pass the fields of cows, possibly mad cows for all I know. I pass the chicken barns probably chuck full of bird flu and pass under the flocks of birds also probably carrying this disease just waiting for me to leave my car to be shat on into illness. I spend time with my car, which by the way is fueled by the same liquid fueling a fire in the middle east right into our front yard. I pass by the stagnant marshes home to the mosquitoes harboring the west Nile virus and I breathe the thinly saturated “country” air holding more toxins then I would like to think about. And of course drive by dozens of locked and seemingly abandoned sheds that most likely house major drug growing operations leading to the destruction of our society, not to mention the united church I pass which has been under scrutiny for allowing gay marriage the “OTHER” reason our society is falling apart at seemingly unbelievable speeds. Lets not forget the fluffy clouds on the horizon that often take the shape of mushroom clouds, reminding me; everyone has Nukes.
Wait a second… can logic perhaps come in to play for a while here?

I suppose it was to be expected, the terrorists obviously aren’t doing their jobs, if they were we would have enough daily fear instilled in our lives that it would not be necessary to bludgeon us with fruitless information daily
I am glad I do not own a TV, but over the weekend was bombarded with all of the things that will inevitably lead to my death. One doesn’t need to own a TV to be assaulted by the media frenzy to scare scare scare.
Over the thanksgiving weekend I looked through a "Globe and Mail" newspaper to see what was happening in the world.
It would appear my chances of surviving the next 2 to 3 years are looking grim.
It is a shame I say that the Bird Flu picked NOW to become a 300 million people-killing pandemic, with no way in hell of stopping it. I mean, we, and especially our global neighbors have endured so much this year as it is. There they sit in the states for instance, innocent victims, as their leader stands idoly by watching disaster after disaster unfold. We watched as 3 hurricanes slammed their coasts, we watched as the homeland security wavered from yellow, to red, to indigo to violet. There was the whole after effects of the flood that was so unprepared for, the death toll rising as El president looked the other way, but really, do those people pay taxes? Or spend taxes? Oh that’s right, what does he need those states for anyways? There was also that little episode in the Middle East, something about oil… I think...
And of course, AIDS is back in the news with more press now then I have seen in my lifetime. Right, right and global warming lets not forget we are all being cooked slowly but surely. And the air? You may as well smoke; it might actually HELP you by building up a thick layer of tar to protect your lungs from the putrid air that we have no choice but to breathe.
Mad Cow disease seems to have calmed down and does any one remember SARS? Wasn’t that supposed to wipe out a hell of a lot more people then it did? A little disappointing one might say, that we get our selves so wound up for a pandemic that never fully rears its ugly head. And of course, west Nile, which did little more on a grand scale then push people to reach for the bug spray... with DEET. The media has people in a frenzy… again.
Around here people are already starting the debate of who gets the death defying shot first (let me mention I am on the bottom of this list.) So powerful, so convincing when that lowered and accusing voice beams out at your from the set its almost impossible to write it off as hearsay, propaganda if you will. We live in fear because that’s where we are precisely calculated to be. Yes there may be a pandemic but coloring it as the end of the world causes nothing but unneeded anxiety, this brought to you by those who brought you this warning in the early 90’s:
“Escalators, You ride them everyday, but in an instant they can mangle you or someone you love”

We had the bombings this year in Britain which made people believe that they really aren’t safe no matter where they live. We had the Tsunami early in the year which has now been stuck so far at the back of the refrigerator hardly anyone remembers even putting it there, although the relief is still needed the cameras are no longer there, therefore, we don’t care. If it isn’t shown to us while we enjoy our evening meal surrounded by those we love, we. don’t. give. a. shit.
I guess if we have to look for a silver lining its this: Heck I don’t have to worry about a savings plan, life insurance, paying parking tickets or loans. Investors consider your job obsolete, if our chances of making it out of the next year are so little , well hell, lets get naked, take out your revenge on that annoying neighbor who NEVER seems to have a bit of bad luck, park where ever we want and eat as much saturated fats as humanly possible. Come on the media told us so, it has to be true right? Let’er rip. Besides, even IF we aren’t annihilated by this pressing poultry plague, don’t worry, there is always the on going threat of in collision course comets. So seriously, the world is going to end lets pull those rip chords and tell everyone how we really feel…. LETS GET NAKED!!!
YOU go first.

Bun-Knee

2005-10-09T08:07:00.000-07:00

:For Sam

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
I am sure you are all out there enjoying your Tofurkeys!!

Ode to Banana

2005-10-05T07:03:00.000-07:00

Did you have any idea the magic of the banana?
I personally eat almost a bunch a day, at least half a dozen, and worried I was getting too much banana, apparently not.

Anemia:
High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin in the blood
Blood Pressure:
This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it the perfect food for helping to beat blood pressure.
Brain Power:
Constipation:
Depression:
Hangovers:
Heart-burn:
Morning Sickness:
Mosquito bites:
Nerves:
PMS:
Ulcers:
Temperature Control:
Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD):
Stress:
Strokes:
Warts:

The banana has been cultivated by humans for about 15,000 years, of course for literal creationists thats about... 6000 years.
still a long time no doubt.
heres to you banana

*this for lack of better things to say

2005-09-25T16:30:00.000-07:00

survived.

2005-09-25T16:21:00.000-07:00

With a double Encore, and later asked to take to stage again to finish the evenings events, I can say whole heartidly It WAS a success.
Never in my dreams could I have pictured myself, for one on a stage at all let alone a stage so large, (A high school gymnasium) with so many eye balls focused my way with so many ears tuned in and so many brain cells ready to willingly or unwillingly pass judgment.
I opened my mouth, sound came out, I closed it, applause happend. People cheered, I breathed and am still breathing. It was pretty amazing, and humbling because you know people DONT HAVE to like you.
all in all it was a good experiance, considering it was a first experiance, it was amazing.
and luckily I have it on DVD to rewatch over and over... and over... and over, and those who know me know I will.
he he he.

and the countdown counts down

2005-09-21T07:01:00.000-07:00

Down 3 days, 10 hours and 57 minuts until I take to the stage for what ought to be an incredibly intimidating 15-20 minuts.
I know bigger more terrifying things happen to other people on a daily basis, but singing is the most vulnerable thing I do, in my mind. I would talk to a crowd of a million much easier then I would sing for a crowd of 20.
Just do your best.... right?
right.
sweet Jesus WHAT WAS I THINKING???

Baby, it Hurts to Love You

2005-09-15T16:44:00.000-07:00

I was sceptical when I took this job. With "mom" out of town for a month, mom out of province, heck mom on the other side of the world and 3 kids and dad, the youngest being a yearish, at home, in my care for hours a day. I was so scared he would be a wreck and here I would be trying to console him in the weeks it would take for him to get over the disapearance of his mother... it took 9 days.
Today the heart strings were not only tugged but ripped clear of my entire existance, when the hatchling tripped over a vaccume cleaner laying askew across the floor. He righted himself, looked up at me.... looked down at his sore knees, and then once more looking at both places until he tumbled forwards one, two, 6 steps and into my surprised (yet out-stretch, as I saw him coming, arms) and he colapsed into my lap and let out one BIG "Maaa-Maaa."
and that was it. Hook, line and sunk. 2% of me felt guilty that he could make such a mistake but the other 98% of me realized that the best form of love had just fallen into my lap, it might take a few days before the feet hit the floor again.
Exagerating a little?
Nope, not in the least.
And it is at this time my grandmother, who lived with me since I myself was a mere hatchling, looks down on me from her perch on my upper desk shelf, and she sighs as she says to herself,
"I did good."

2005-09-15T16:32:00.000-07:00

STUPID IS THE NEW COOL

2005-09-11T16:03:00.001-07:00

2005-09-11T16:03:00.000-07:00

Straight From Trev's Brain to you.

I love Music...(AKA the 5 sexiest men on the planet)

2005-09-08T08:32:00.000-07:00

The Trap that Went snap

2005-09-07T14:57:00.000-07:00

If you have no religion, or spirituality (as the masses like to call it now) then what is it all about?
Since when did God become somthing we have tried to push out of our lives, out of our schools, arenas, hotel bed side tables. Is it a fear of God? Because we ALL know just HOW bad we are being? How over consumption is ruining our planet and our waist lines? Or maybe its a giuilty national consious that has built up because we tend to put God on the back burner until something disasterous happens and then its all "why would GOD let this happen?" "Why is GOD punishing us?" "GOD hates us!" and in vain, "GOD save us all"
I have never seen a headline reading "Thank you GOD for this nationally uneventiful, safe and free day."

Oh my GAWD people, so willing to point the finger of blame into the sky, but too busy to acknowledge what MIGHT be going on to save your ass every damn day.
Im sure even the mouse as it sees the metal bar flying towards its doomed head it sqeeks out in the last moment, "Damn-it God what did I ever do to YOU?"

and thats my bit of religiousness for the day, thanks for coming out.

Heffalumps and Woozles

2005-09-02T13:19:00.000-07:00

what do you think is happening in this picture?

GET-R DONE

2005-09-01T05:50:00.000-07:00

its decided:i will be doing too originals: start things off with some kick ass accapella song (very Serina Ryder-esque) and if I can get it together in good time, dogs adn thunder.
everyone cross their fingers... their toes and those of your pets as well for me
thanks.

Theres Ghosts in these parts Baby.

2005-09-01T05:38:00.000-07:00

My intuitions were to be trusted when I felt the instinctual urge to fight or flight moments before the information had time to make it from my eyes to my brain. Alas, I did neither fighting or flighting. INfact in that entire one second which stretch from here to next thursday... I froze. Only to later becoming a warballing mess that the kids almost had to scrape up off the floor. I have seen a ghost, she was about 5'6. I had to reminde myself to breathe after she dispersed. No words exchanged, but ghosts never say much anyways, they dont need to! They are enough to make you wish to releave yourself where you stand just with their precence.
But honestly who was I trying to kid? Thinking I could move back to my home of nearly 20 years with the ghost ratio approx 1:1600 and not expect such encounters. In retrospect though I see I have made it 10 months virtually sightings free.
The "ironic" part? I had chosed this particular grocery store over the less expensive one for the reasoning of this particular ghost has been known to haunt the other.
Funny how the paranormal is just that.
But hunny dont get 'yer back up,
Your Demonds will come and go, but your angels will be there forever.

Sam and or Lisa and or anyone else for that matter...

2005-08-29T16:27:00.000-07:00

I am going to do a coffee house thing. Guitar... voice.... the end.
right?
right.
Thats all well and good, here is the problem, (other than calming intense nerves) I am going through a state of I hate everything I know how to play.
So I need you, yes need you to tell me the BEST idea ever of what I should learn, to play. I love everything the both of you do, so I know my question is in good hands. Go head, take some time to think about it... but not too much time.
Think; coffee, kinda calm, kinda enjoyable, back ground music but not boring just in case anyone is paying attention.

Au-brother-paire

2005-08-29T08:05:00.000-07:00

I had the rare chance to sit down and talk with my boss, the mother of the broad.
She was reminesing over the birth of her daughter.
"I know I would never have any more children. I could NOT handle birth ever again and I could not handle pregnecy again, not to mention the GRUELING first 4 months of her life."
you see, the female of the chickadees was some what of a crier I guess, "strong willed"
and those GRUELING months consisted of horrid things such as : a crying new born, a pooping new born, a hungry new born and a sleeping new born.
terrible things all of them. She was rolling her eyes and bulging them out of her head as she recalled the HORROR of TRYING To raise this small person. She really had me going to....
not that she had to do it herself, i mean there was her husband and her sister apparently was a big help... and then the shocker of all. At the end of this explosive review on childrearing she looks me straight in the eye and in all seriousness says :
and then at 6 months our Baby Au Paire went back to south africa.
you. have. to. be. kidding. me.
you poooooooooooooooooooor pooooooooooooooooooooor thing. how ever did she make it out ALIVE?
insert eye roll.
fucking rich people.
if all is fair in this universe this woman will be coming back in her next life as a poor middle eastern single mother of 8.

Redemption Songs

2005-08-25T19:19:00.000-07:00

I started the evening with saline raindrops and emptyness beyond my memories capabilities.
And I ended it, elated and feeling like I was exactly where I belong.
Strange how life goes through fazes, is it a full moon tonight? No, im pretty sure not.
its like theres some crazy ass pupet master, which in most peoples beliefe, there is, minus the "crazy ass" part. And there he is with all us marionettes on our invisable but omni-present strings and we dance around this planet in crazy ways. And then when we start to slip and start to feel strong towards a certain emotion, say a BAD one, lets call it "lonelyness" - suddenly some others dance into our view and make things better then imaginable.
im not sure what it is a have done. But all of my friends.
all of them, who used to consume all the time I had to spare, are gone. and it has left this gaping hole.. and i think its getting infected. For the past weeks, although im sure its been months I have been ignoring this emotional covert and putting pretty things over it to cover it and I have been working really hard to ignore it, (and blogging my ass off) . And then today the defication hit the fan and I got really, really, really, really mad. So if you talked to me today and i was really, really, mad and possibly making personal atttacks, forgive me.
And then the most magical thing happend. A friend from the VERY early eary years of life invited me to walk around our little town (which by the way has a BRAND new traffic light) And we walked, and it was great to have someone to talk to, someone I owe nothing to and who owes me nothing and that is known. And we reminist, oh, did we ever. It was grand. And then we ran into another former public school friend and we then walked together and the reminsing continued. And the reminising was great. Its not that i want to live in the past, its just nice to hear that the past wasnt all gloom, that it infact was amazing for the most part... and that this is where i was from...
neigh, this is where i AM from
this is where i am now
and it makes this beautiful rare harmony suddenly. wow.
who would have thunk?
nothings Un-possible.

Punk is dead... do not resuscitate

2005-08-25T13:54:00.000-07:00

and you have to wonder, do they spend idle hours of the morning staring into the mirror wondering... "does this artilery belt make me look fat?"

for a laugh, if your bored:

http://www.sykospark.net/punk/

The flying dagers

2005-08-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

Ever since I became day time mother hen I have been the recipient of a shocking amount of flying fingers. I didnt know there was such a force to lead this lead footer to drive like a granny toting an oxygen tank. Taking my turns at 40, waiting a few lights to make sure my left handed turn would be 110% safe, its all there...other people dont like this much, i guess i dont blame them. So I smile, my weak "what else CAN i do?" smile and take it like a duck... rolllling off my back.

Driving is tedious and stressful anyways, throw in the lives of someone elses children and somehow it tips the scales .

Speaking on dreams....

2005-08-24T15:53:00.000-07:00

Now what does it mean to dream of tornados?
Or is it just the fact there was 2 serious , im talking 250kmh tornados in my back yard literally... on monday?
hmmmm

Sad, so.... Sad

2005-08-23T14:33:00.000-07:00

I have a deep dislike for dreams that leave the night and follow you into your day. Replaying the images and feelings all over and over again, and then for good measure, once again.
Someone decipher this dream for me:
I was in another country (I think it was an England invaded Africa) and I had to walk tons of tight ropes and fit through small spaces and finally got to where I was going and there was a man holdig a camera. I sat down infront of him and a woman brought out the SMALLEST most IMACIATED african Child (probably about 2 or 3 years old but half the size) and the entire dream consisted of me pulling FOOD OFF my arms and feeding it to this tiny baby while CRYING my head off, like think of the most insainly hard cry you can imagine and then double it or triple it, the whole while this man kept snapping off pictures. and i woke up incredibly sad.
What does it all mean? im SO bad at dream thinking...