Friday, May 30, 2008

Cosmos anyone?...

...so tonight is the night...the night the most highly anticipated girly movie comes out and I'm super duper pumped about the whole thing! Last night I went to Nursemaids house and drank some Cosmos while watching the last season of the show. We needed a refresher so we ate junk food and drank...makes for an excellent night....well really all we wanted was a reason to get together...so this seemed like a good reason.

It seems like all women like this show and can relate to the characters. Is it that we're all vixens and want to live vicariously through a fictional fantasy character or is it that we know someone who actually lives that way? I can think of a few people that I know that are just like Samantha, Miranda, Charlotte and Carrie...I think I'm a mix of all the them. I talk like Samantha, act like Charlotte, live like Miranda and turn into Carrie after a few drinks. Wouldn't you say that's about right? The only thing about Carrie that I'm not like is a trend setter. In watching the last season, man I realized how not cool my wardrobe is...well that is if you consider hers cool. She was big into wool stuff, poofy dresses and had a thing for gloves. I'm not a fan of gloves...they look real weird on a woman...in my opinion anyways. It either makes you look like you're real old or dressed up for Halloween. As for the poofy dresses...well I have large hips so adding material to accent that part of my body is just a fashion faux pas. I think she'd agree. Apparently in the movie Carrie has 81 costume changes...should be interesting.

Should be a good night so I'll fill you in next week. I'll be away for work on Monday so I may not be able to write...but I'll be back Tuesday. I'm going to Hdot so I'm sure I'll have plenty to say...watch out drivers...now that it's nice out I can open my window and yell at you for cutting me off as opposed to tooting.

"All I wanna do is have some fun..." - Sheryl Crow

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Skirt?...

...so I went to town with my Chatty Friend last night. We went Used Clothing Shopping and we're speed shoppers. She shops like me...dig a little in the bins and move on. I'm not one of those that starts at one end and goes through the whole bin...no way...that takes way too long and I lose patience. We were in there 15 minutes max and I found shorts for my hubby! He needs shorts to go golfing so instead of spending $40 for a pair I go there and pay $3.50 for a good pair....that's the Financial Planner- cheapy in me coming out!

Anyways, after that we went grocery shopping. My Chatty Friend is nuts when it comes to sales. Oh the baggies were on sale for 50 cents off so she had to buy some. Why? Why would you spend money on something that you don't even know if you need it? But not her...nope, it's a deal therefore a necessity. I clearly didn't buy any cause I thought I had baggies and the thought of wasting $2.49 to get the sale ones just made me sick. HAHAHA we giggled about her shopping skills a lot during this trip as well as my cheapness. Let's face it, we're both weirdos.

Now let's talk about the people in the store. I like to people watch sometimes so it didn't take long for me to spot this girl walking in front of us. She was back to and when I saw her I thought to myself "gee those are real flashy shorts" then to my surprise they went from short to skirt! She apparently had the wrong undies on and the skirt tucked up in all the nooks and crannies and after a few steps and wiggles it untucked back to skirt form. Wow, that was a statement...and my Chatty Friend noticed too so we did the whole glance at each other, make a confused smooshed face look and then giggled. I felt bad for the girl, but my goodness, that must have been majorly uncomfortable.

This brings me to this morning at Timmies. Man, those people at Timmies are just something else. So I order and drive up to the window. This new guy leans over to get my money and groans. He groaned like he was a lion and I was his prey. This was very odd behavior for a Timmies worker cause normally they just sigh in the annoyed voice...not this guy...he groaned. I thought that maybe something poked him while he was leaning over so I figured I'd forget about it...UNTIL....he leaned over to give me back me 46 cents and out came the groan again. This time I made that smooshy confused face and backed away while I got my change. I didn't know if he just got out of the animal hospital or if that something was poking him again causing him pain or maybe I looked like breakfast to him...either way it was quite an odd experience. I took my change and drove away with a puzzled look. Hopefully he works out his issues tonight cause tomorrow I won't be in the mood for animal sounds. Maybe it's a game...maybe I should have shouted out LION? and then I could have won a timbit....darn did I miss my chance at free food? Now I'm gonna have to go back there at lunchtime to see what happens!

"cause I want to live like animals..." - Savage Garden

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

the little ones...

...so this guy from Wdot got caught with over 5000 lbs of illegal lobsters. I'm glad he got caught because that's a little extreme. I think the lobsters are at about $5/lbs so that makes him about $25,000....just craziness! Stop being so greedy! I know you can't help but have a few lobsters that are undersized as sometimes you measure incorrectly, but 5000 lbs is a bit much. I'm all for making money...trust me...I love money...money money money...but I don't want to do it the illegal way. He got caught at the wharf at 11 pm with a rented cube van waiting there for him...hello obvious! Who rents a cube van? Who fishes at 11 pm? I hope he realizes that he'd been better off just fishing the right lobsters and going home after supper. GOnna be an expensive trip.

I brought my little one to get his 18 mth needles yesterday and he ended up having a reaction. He had them done right after lunch and by suppertime he was barely capable of walking. His thigh was majorly swollen and he was crying in pain. As a mom you automatically go in panic mode and cry with your child and I just held him to try to make it all better. I was very concerned and call the doc...apparently this happens and you just give them baby Advil for the pain and inflammation. My little one is a trooper so once I put him to bed he slept all night...he made a couple noises through the night - likely from rolling over on it - but he stayed in bed. This morning he was limping, but was happy so that was a good sign.

When I went to get the Advil last night I had some lady cut me off and that really ticked me off. She cut out of the Used Clothing Store parking lot across from the Yarmouth International Airport...aka the open field with a few runways that no one uses...and when she cut out she then proceeded to drive 24 kms/hr. Is there any need? If you were too scared to drive then why did you risk your life to get on the road? Wasn't that a hazard enough? I never understood that....cut out and almost crash and then drive super slow in order not to crash....what's up with that mentality? They cut out fast enough why not use the same amount of pressure on the pedal to drive down the road? Slow and Steady doesn't always win the race....just ticks off everyone around you and wears out my horn!

"If you just realize what I just realized..." - Colbie Caillet

Monday, May 26, 2008

Weekend....

...so we had a great weekend of nice and sunny weather. I didn't do very much as I'm still not 100%...still stuffed up. Saturday Night my hubby wanted to watch the hockey game and play some stupid game on the computer. Well, I surely didn't want to sit and watch TV alone so I went over to my Chatty Friend's house to visit. My Farty Cousin was there already and so was Miss Stylish. They are all slightly obsessed with taking pictures and apparently had planned on doing a photo shoot before I even got there. Well no one gave me the memo so here they were dressed to kill with these little sweaters with complimenting tank tops and I was in my new Frenchy's sweater...very warm and totally motherly. Luckily I had good pants on so I was semi dressed for the occassion. Well I say they were good pants, but I did have some lovely snot tracks from my son's runny nose here and there on my thighs so they promised to take from the waist up. They touched up their make up...I checked adjust my Frenchy's Sweater...and we went outside.

We posed a bunch and I must admit that I had fun. I did make fun of them a alot because I'm not a huge picture taker. It's not that I mind having my picture taken...just I never think to bring my camera anywheres. Well these ladies are right the opposite...not only do they bring their camera...my Farty Cousin brings her Tri-pod! Who the hell even has a Tri-pod??!! I can just picture the conversation her and her boyfriend have before leaving the house on Saturday Night..."hang on one sec boyfriend, I gotta go back in the house...I forgot my Tri-pod"....I mean I can understand bringing lipstick, deodorant, ID, mini pad to go visiting....but Tri-pod...HAHAHAHAHAH...I just find that totally hilarious! I guess they know I find this odd as I made fun of them all night...

Love ya ladies :)

"Look at this photograph...every time I do it makes me laugh" - Nickelback

Friday, May 23, 2008

Sorry...

...so I've been sick these last few days. My little one started with it on Tuesday night and then I got it after that. I'm still real stuffy, but feel much better today. I've been out on appointments today so haven't had a chance to write much. My nose has that crusty look and my son's nose is a steady stream...we're a good pair. The Sitter told me he was sooky all day...takes after his mommy. I'm a sook when I'm sick....I'll admit it...yeah I like hubby to feel bad for me...a back rub would be nice even though it's not sore...just makes me feel better and remember, a happy wife makes a happy home - or so I like to remind him! I guess my 1 and a half year old son is on to me....I bet that's why hubby isn't real sympathetic.

I'll be back next week...I promise!

"Sick as a dog, 'cause you're really ain't that young" - Aerosmith

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Long weekend...

...so we just enjoyed another long and rainy weekend. I usually try to make the most out of life so I didn't let the crappy weather ruin my plans.

Friday night Master T came over to fix up my toes. Again, I'm not into the whole sheshe-poopoo thing, but I thought a pedicure would be nice in case the sun decided to come out over the weekend. The Sitter stopped in for a visit and so did my good old pal "Lifetime Student"! I hadn't seen him in months as he was away for school for like the millionth year. Gotta love Lifetime Student...he makes me laugh so I'm glad he's back in this province for the next few years....should make for some interesting stories for my blog this summer...stay tuned.

I went tanning the other night. I haven't done that in many years. I don't know what's wrong with me...pedicures, hot high heels and now tanning. Anyways, I look like a Q-tip...whiter than white. I've had many people ask if I'm sick cause I have no color so maybe it's time to get a tan. I don't have time like I used to in the good ol' high school days to go lay out so I'll have to settle for the light bulb tanned look. The problem is that if you're not a size 0-5, it's hard to get tanned in all the areas. Because my backside is a little on the curvy side, it keeps my back propped up so when I lay down I look like a seesaw...touching on both ends with a bubble in the middle. This means I don't get a light bulb tan under the "bubble" and just above the "bubble". Many regulars don't tan right under their arms cause they have they're arms right beside them...I don't have that luxury as mine drape off the sides of the tanning bed - darn hips! Who needs a tan on their hands anyways (well that's what I keep telling myself) , but I also don't tan on my biceps (or where it's supposed to be). Where are you supposed to put the lovely lady lumps?...that's what I want to know! Flopping to the side is the most natural so I have to settle on a good cleavage tan and white-spotted biceps. Oh and lets not forget that "bubble"! There's a lot of white area there so since it's plastered all over the bed it gets a real good tan...just incase I wear my thong bikini...as if.

OHHHH.....the work us women go through to look good...I just hope that the Calico Cat look is in this summer...

"I like big butts and I cannot lie..." - Sir Mix-a-Lot

Friday, May 16, 2008

The Affair...

...so last night I went for a drive with my Chatty Friend and Master T. As we were driving around we were reminiscing about our teenage years and laughing lots. My Chatty Friend brought up the times I caught her straying from her boyfriends on different occasions. We giggled over that and then I said "Gee I was even there when Fertile Myrtle kissed your boyfriend (at the time)" My Chatty Friend turned around and with a shocked looked said "WHAT?!" BAHAHAHAAHAHAH I then wouldn't tell her what had happened cause apparently she didn't know that happened. Finally I spilled the beans and told her of the time she had left my hubby's party early and left her boyfriend there to catch his ride home. My hubby and I came around the corner and saw her boyfriend and Fertile Myrtle kissing in front of the garage doors! Fertile Myrtle had called me the next day and swore me to secrecy....and apparently I did! My Chatty Friend was laughing hysterically as she never knew that had happened. Her and her boyfriend split up not that long after that and he did eventually date Fertile Myrtle, but the kiss was never ever brought up. It's been about 12 years since that day and I kept it hush hush all these years....SEE PEOPLE...I can keep a secret!!



Not to toot my own horn......well ok.....TOOT TOOT!!



"Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies..." - Fleetwood Mac

"Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats..." -Carrie Underwood

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Stuff...

...so the curtain is closed on the school music concert. The last night was Tuesday and it went really well - once again! I'm very proud of those kids and had a blast helping them out. I learned lots from them so I hope they feel the same about me.

They gave me some flowers and a gift for helping out....and guess what the gift was? hehehe...they know me well cause it was a TIM'S CARD!! YAY! Now I have some money on there to pay for my coffees and apparently I can keep re-loading it so I don't have to frig around for change. How awesome is that? Now I don't have to worry about the 46 cents...all the change is mine baby...no more unnecessary tips! I think the big clue that I was a Tim's Addict was on the Saturday all-day Practice...I showed up with a huge thermos/container of Tim's coffee...you know, the ones that they have at meetings with the spout on it...ya that one...it holds 40 coffees! It wasn't just for me...it was for all those there to help...but it was my idea and let's face it...it was a good idea! I was in heaven all day.

I presented the scholarships on Tuesday night and my hair wasn't that hideous. I cried a lot during the show, but they gave me my flowers and my TIM'S CARD YAY right before I had to present so I cried then so I'm sure the audience didn't care. I had planned for the bad hair fix and the makeup fix but didn't anticipate the bend over fix. Right before I had to present I dropped one of the envelopes and had to bend down to get it.....not right cute in front of 600 people, but it had to be done. I was hoping that they'd notice I had smokin' hot shoes on so that would take away from the large mass bending over.

Yesterday I stayed home with the little one. We got our home inspected for the Home Heating thing. You have to get your house assessed then they recommend changes, then you do whatever of those you want, then they come inspect again, then the government gives you rebates based on the changes you made. Anyways, he hooked up this fan thing at the door and it sucks out the air out of all the leaky places throughout your house. Well, apparently we have leaks cause I was frozen! It's hard to believe how drafty the plugs are...man...the cold air was coming through those like I had a huge hole through the wall. The bathroom fan was another one...oh and the Dryer....felt like I was standing in a wind tunnel when I opened the dryer door. I could have easily dried my hair by opening the dryer door! It was crazy. I'm some glad we're going to renovate this summer. Our bedroom window might as well not be there....that's how much draft there was there too. No wonder our oil bills have been absurd this year. I think it would have been warmer to live in an igloo.

"Take a bow, the night is over..." - Madonna

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Almost over...

...so last night's show went really well. The guitar was plugged in this time so there was no huge kid tiptoeing across the stage. Tonight is the last show so I'm a little sad today. I've had a lot of fun helping these kids out and I look forward to next year.

I'm a little concerned about my other role tonight though. I am presenting two graduating members with a $500 Scholarship from the company I work with. This means I will be front and center stage right before the finale. You may be thinking..."Ldot, you usually like the spotlight...why so worried?" I would then answer..."I'm worried about my hair". Ok...stop laughing...I know I'm usually not into the whole sheshe-poopoo thing and I have a hard time finding a can of hairspray in my cupboard that isn't totally gummed up from years of non-use....but I bet none of you wore a headset for any amount of time. I sit next to the sound man with my little headset that is linked to the backstage crew....so I'm constantly moving it on and off my ears, thus creating static. So, by the end of the show I look like I shoved my finger in an electrical outlet. Also, I'm quite a sap so since I'm SOOOOOO proud of these kids, I'll likely cry a lot...especially after each grad finishes their song as I remember what I felt like at that time. The Sound man knows me quite well so he's going to bring extra Kleenex just in case I run out. So basically, if you go tonight and you don't know who I am, I'll be the Raccoon-eyed, red nosed girl sporting a static cling Afro.



"...it's time to be a big girl now and big girls don't cry" - Fergie

Monday, May 12, 2008

Showtime...

....so I'm involved with a school music production and last night was the first of a three-night show. It went off without too many hitches so we were very pleased. We had a good crowd too, but it was kinda funny cause they were obsessed with clapping. Usually the crowd claps when the singer/musicians starting clapping at a part of their song...not last night...the chronic clappers were out in full force and clapped during every song. It was quite funny...even in the middle of a slow song, their hands felt the need to snap together and we had a clap-fest...really odd. Oh and clappers always start off with the best of intentions but end up off beat by the fourth clap. I was sitting there hoping they'd stop...clap....clap...clapclap.........clap.....clap........clapclap....no rhyme or reason to the clapping...again, really odd behavior for an audience...but I'm glad they were enjoying the show.

In one song the lead singer was supposed to play guitar and when he strummed his first chord he realized that there was no sound coming out of the instrument. He kept a straight face and basically used his guitar as an arm rest. I was sitting with the sound man and he looks at me and says that the guitar isn't plugged in...there was nothing he could do. I used my headset to tell the backstage crew of the problem and to send one of the guitarists on stage to fix it. All of a sudden the 6 ft, biggest guy there, guitarist walks on stage to fix the problem. He tip toes on but really it was rather obvious that this large human being walked on stage to plug in the guitar. I was laughing hysterically...I could just hear the music a TV producer would edit in had this been a TV show...bado bado bado...while he walks on....hehehe....had to be there. Anyways, once it was plugged in the lead singer strummed a chord and it blasted through the sound system...the audience laughed and it was great.

Now it's on to night number two....let's cross our fingers :)

"Ohhhhhh Listen to the music..." - Doobie Brothers

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Cars...

...so I read in the paper about how one of the Ministers let her son drive her government paid car. He got in an accident and the government paid insurance was going to cover the damages...meaning we the taxpayers were going to pay for the wreck. Well, some people got wind of that and got angry so then she said that her and her son were going to pay for the damage out of pocket instead and that she didn't realize her son wasn't supposed to drive her car. Apparently she had sent him and his girlfriend out to get the family some ice cream.

Ok so now that I've told you the story in a nutshell, let's read between the lines....you know, take out the politically correct wordings and get down to the truth. I'm sure her son drove the car all the time and I have a hard time believing that he was going to get the FAMILY some ice cream...as if they were sitting down watching TV all together and decided that sundaes would be a good treat. What 17 year old and his girlfriend hang out with Mom and Dad on a Saturday night at 8 pm? I think that's a tad bit ridiculous...but anyways... All of a sudden she changes her tune and does the noble thing of making her son pay for some of the damages and she'd pay the rest...as if he learned his lesson. He didn't do anything wrong...SHE did. It's her car that we pay for and technically that would make it OUR gas. Why would she think that we would want to pay for the gas in OUR vehicle for her and her family to eat ice cream? Who cares about policy...that's just common sense. I like ice cream...why can't the government pay for my hot fudge sundae with extra cherries? Oh and I'd like bananas too.

Let's even talk about this vehicle. She drives a 2008 Ford Escape Hybrid which is leased at a monthly payment of $896.48. What on earth does she need to drive a buggy that expensive for? I have a buggy and my payment is less than half that amount. How crazy is that? I need a vehicle for my job and no one pays my lease? Does anyone pay for yours? I didn't think so. They need to have their own car anyways cause they aren't supposed to use the government one for any personal stuff anyways so why not pay them gas and maintenance? I drove 34,000 km for work in my first year in business and the only relief I got was on my income tax return. Why not set them up to get some help that way too? I don't think we should pay $10,757.76 per year for her buggy, plus gas, plus maintenance, plus insurance...common! It's rather absurd! I wonder who's credit card she sent her son with to get this treat? Just wondering...

The province cries that we're poor all the time and that we need to cut back here and there and everywhere in order to stay afloat...why not cut back on these company cars, salaries and pensions? Now that's an idea? Oh no, but wait...that's not fair....hahahaha...that's right, I forgot that it's OK for us to struggle...not them...they make laws and stuff...what a wonderful system.

"I fought the law and the law won..." - Don't know the artist

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

It all adds up...

...so I went to get my fix this morning at Timmies. I ordered a large coffee and that comes to $1.54 so I gave her a toonie. She handed me my coffee and took the toonie. I sat there and waited a couple seconds and she took another order...then she looked at me as if I were crazy, made a sigh and then passed me my change. OK...it's my money and if I want my change then why is it a big deal? It's 46 cents...not like it's a penny...it's 46 freakin' cents! I want that change to put in my cup holder so that the next time I go I'll only need to dig around for $1.08! It was as if she thought that since I gave her something smaller than a $5 she gets to keep the change...NUH - UH...not the way it works honey...I should be the one who decides if I want to leave my change or not...not her.

Let's say I buy 1 large coffee per day and always used a toonie to pay. Let's say I also only buy on the week days. So 5 days per week times 52 weeks in a year makes 260 days I buy a coffee. If I left the 46 cents every time I would have given Timmies $119.60 throughout the year...that's crazy. Do you know what's even crazier...the fact that $119.60 buys 77.66 coffee's! Can you imagine how many people do this and home much money they bring in by not giving change...wow!

Probably the craziest thing of all is that I took the time to write and calculate all this...

TO THE TIMMIES LADY: "If you're lost, you can look and you will find me(STILL IN THE DRIVE THRU), Time after time"

TO MY 46 CENTS CHANGE: "If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting, Time after time" - Cindy Lauper

Monday, May 5, 2008

"all she wants to do is Dance Dance"...

...so I went out this weekend and had a blast. My night started with some singing game on the video game machine. Betcha didn't know I could Rap? Oh yes I can..."so your girlfriend rolls a Honda...playin' workout tapes by Fonda...but Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda..." and then it went to..."pump it up, a little more...get the party going on the dance floor..." I even sang songs from way back "step one...we can have lots of fun...Step two...there's so much we can do" and then went to some Whitney Houston "Oh I wanna dance with somebody..I wanna feel the heat with somebody..."

Anyways, that was fun and I was doing pretty good at that game. We moved on to the Guitar game...well, well, well...I got boo-ed off the stage in the first minute. Apparently I'm not that great at that game. That's when I quit the games and got more involved with my Orange Juice - Splash of Cranberry and some special "juice" to go with it drink. We then went out to the dance. If you could have seen the people...man...they were staring. It went from average age of 65 to an average age of 25 in about 10 minutes. I'm sure the band was scrambling to find songs more appropriate for all ages..."who put the bomp in the bomp sha bomp sha bomp" wasn't gonna cut it anymore. I'm guessing that young people are more outgoing cause when the band started up again after break we all got up to dance and the rest stayed at their seats to watch us. Not sure if it was cause they liked our moves or if they were just nosey and wanted to know who was dancing with who. After a few songs they got up...apparently the fun we were having was much more than them so it became time to join in.

There has definitely been a progression in our dance moves over the years. When we dance to fast songs we dance as a group. I guess a circle is a good description...and it usually involves some more crazy dancers entering the middle to act like a fool. I tend to be one of those said fools. The older crew haul out their partner/spouse/mate to the dance floor and they dance facing each other. If I did that then I'd never dance...I'd be one of those sitting people I described earlier. Hubby isn't a huge fan of shaking his booty...unless he's had a few...then he's a dance machine. Either way, that only happens towards the end of the night and I have ants in my pants. I have found that I don't want to look at the same person when I'm dancing....so I tend to roam. Way more fun.

Oh boy...and then the band played a crowd favorite..."You know you make me want to shout!" Oh gee...the older crew got right up and started running to the band with their hands in the air..."ma, c'est Shout...a tu attendus...c'est SHOUT!" I never saw a group of people so excited. Hands in the air...feet jumping up and down. Almost looks like their climbing an imaginary, stationnary ladder...It's something to be seen. The dance floor went from little groups of dancers to a complete moshpit...very interesting sight, i'm sure.

I tend to attract weirdos too. It wasn't bad this weekend, but I've been out in the past where I can't keep them away. I swear that the guys with the least amount of teeth see me and just come in droves....as if a big butt constitutes a love for gums. Little do they know, I like a man with a whole set of REAL teeth...they don't have a chance. Anyways, this time the teeth less men must have been somewhere else...which was good for me...instead the old bachelors were on the prowl. My Farty Cousin has been fending one off for the last few weeks. He just don't get it...and it's not that this guy doesn't get it cause she's trying to be nice....there is nothing nice about telling someone to mess off in foul language...only thing I can figure is this guy was hard of hearing.

"We like to party...we like, we like to party" - Venga Boys

Friday, May 2, 2008

"There's something wrong with the world today..."

...so I read the paper today and found it very interesting that our Lt. Governor is in dire needs of a new house. Boy do I feel bad for her...after all, the last Lt. Governor had a mansion to live in and she only gets a condo with $6000/mth income...isn't that awful?! COMMON! I'll take $6000/mth and live in a condo! Apparently the mansion needs some major renos and it's costing about $6million to fix so until it's done the Government....aka US...are buying her a $1million dollar home. She'll have servants, chef's and housekeepers too. Right now it's a nuisance (poor woman) cause whenever she wants to entertain she needs to go different places...if she had her own mansion then she could do it in her home all the time. Isn't this completely ridiculous?

On the same page as this article there's one about how the gap between the rich and poor is getting larger...how ironic is that? The rich get richer...and nicer homes...while some people can't afford to heat their homes and feed their families. Also, on the same page of the newspaper, there's another article about how the government has ok'd a large pension for some former government official. What they are really saying in that article is that their buddy is retiring so they approved his large pension in hopes that when they retire the rest of the crew will do the same for them. When does this end? It's just crazy...this world is nuts!

Share the wealth government! I'm self employed and get absolutely no maternity benefits, but some lady who does nothing but go party-hopping with an ugly wide-brimmed hat gets servants and a huge house....where's the fairness? What is her job description anyways? Cook...nope got a chef, Clean...nope got a cleaner, plan events...nope got a planner, taxi officials...nope got a chauffeur, shopping...nope got an assistant, work with the other politicians...nope got other people we pay to do that....so what does she do, really....what on earth does this woman do? Maybe I shouldn't complain and apply for her job once she retires! The only thing is that I don't look good in hats...they don't fit my head properly so I'd change the dress code. Oh and Pantyhose aren't my favorite either. They make me itchy and they're very difficult to get on....have you ever tried getting the wrapper back on a sausage?? Didn't think so, but it surely doesn't sound like fun, eh?

"Dear Mr. President...Come take a walk with me...Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me...I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly" - Pink

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Busy...

...so I've been out and about a lot lately and haven't had time to write much. I didn't have a babysitter yesterday so I decided to bring my little sweetie to work with me for a couple hours...BAD MOVE...I was so annoyed that I was almost in tears. He's reached the age that he wants to get into everything and frankly doesn't care if I say no. Sometimes when I yell he laughs at me thinking that I'm playing with him...which makes me even more mad. I brought lots of toys for him to play with and I even let him play with my calculator...but NOOOOO...he wanted to play with the stereo under my desk. After quite a few No's he still managed to squirm his way by my feet and get to the stereo...then or course, he bumped his head under my desk and started to cry....then I tried consoling him on my lap and he immediately stopped crying and started reaching for my computer. I told him no and put him down and he went after the stereo again...thus resulting in yet another bump on his head when he went to get up under my desk...so this process repeated itself a few times over...imagine the level of annoyance now!

At this point I had moved my anger from him to the one who is now annoying me...my hubby. I kept thinking that it wasn't fair that my hubby gets to just get up and walk out the door for work and I'm left to deal with everything else. How would he like it if he had to bring our son fishing? How would he like it if he had important things to do and he had a child at his feet trying to get into something that he's not supposed to?

Then my thoughts progressed to...why do I need to do the dishes all the time? Why do I need to ask hubby to unload the dishwasher...why couldn't he just see that it's full of clean dishes and process in his head that it had to emptied? Why did I forget to bring a jacket? Why is it that my toes are cold? How come the straps on the car seat aren't adjusted the right way so that I don't have to mess with them? Why can't the lady at Timmies put the lid on my coffee the proper way so I don't end up with coffee everywhere? Why the heck can't I lose weight? What am I going to cook for supper? Why can't hubby cook supper for once? Why doesn't hubby know that I'm annoyed? Why does the elastics in my underwear always come apart so that when I go to pee they slap my in the legs?

After yesterday I've come to the conclusion that being annoyed may lead to insanity. I need a vacation..... :)

"Give me the beat boys, free my soul...I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away..." - Uncle Kracker