I've got a weather forecast for ya. It's gonna be cold, gray and it's gonna last the rest of your life.
What's this "Feels Like" garbage. Let me tell ya something. I don't give a flying, hot damn if in meteorlogical (is that a word?) terms it is "only" -14 c, if it "Feels Like" -24 c than it's freakin -24 C!! When did this start? So you're telling me there's people out there who care what the temperature "really" is, for serious? If so, why are we catering to these freaks? I remember coming home from elementary school with my top lip frozen to my winter jacket zipper, no feeling in my extremities and reciting psalms to keep concious; I didn't really care about what the temperature "really" was or just what it "felt like." In my opinion, it's a cruel jab from the meteorologists in their warm ivory towers to make us feel weak and subjugated. WELL KISS MY GRITS DAVID SPENCE!
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
CHECK PLEASE!!!!!
SERENITY NOW! I cannot stand one more day of this! Why I have lasted this long I can only acredit it to good genes and brazen self-nullification.
My paycheck didn't go through I found out this morning. When I ask what may have happened to my co-workers, what happens. I GET BLAMED! "Well did you make sure everything was right?" "Why didn't you check the check...you didn't check did you (laugh), oh Cindy." "Yeah, I would never take a check without making sure it's signed." Excuse me for assuming that a BUSINESS paycheck would be filled out properly and go through when I deposited it! Unreal, un-FREAKIN-real! I won't even get an apology in the least, not that I'd even want one, but to turn the tables and blame it on me, YOU must be shrooming. I see their point, but come on. It took every ounce of self-control not to get up say, "Happy Holidays" and walk out the door. OH I WOULD GIVE MY FIRST BORN TO DO THAT RIGHT NOW!
Whoa...sorry. You've just witnessed what is a daily routine in my life. Something like this happens to me - everyday. I'm not even a person anymore, I'm the runner of mindless errands and the fetcher of coffee. A flippin Spider Monkey could do my job.
Oh, a new discovery on the Reverend, I can't exceed 60 kliks with my defrost or heat on, otherwise I start to automatically decellerate. Not too calming to realize on Crowchild Trail. Fun times in Enema Bag Jones.
SERENITY NOW! I cannot stand one more day of this! Why I have lasted this long I can only acredit it to good genes and brazen self-nullification.
My paycheck didn't go through I found out this morning. When I ask what may have happened to my co-workers, what happens. I GET BLAMED! "Well did you make sure everything was right?" "Why didn't you check the check...you didn't check did you (laugh), oh Cindy." "Yeah, I would never take a check without making sure it's signed." Excuse me for assuming that a BUSINESS paycheck would be filled out properly and go through when I deposited it! Unreal, un-FREAKIN-real! I won't even get an apology in the least, not that I'd even want one, but to turn the tables and blame it on me, YOU must be shrooming. I see their point, but come on. It took every ounce of self-control not to get up say, "Happy Holidays" and walk out the door. OH I WOULD GIVE MY FIRST BORN TO DO THAT RIGHT NOW!
Whoa...sorry. You've just witnessed what is a daily routine in my life. Something like this happens to me - everyday. I'm not even a person anymore, I'm the runner of mindless errands and the fetcher of coffee. A flippin Spider Monkey could do my job.
Oh, a new discovery on the Reverend, I can't exceed 60 kliks with my defrost or heat on, otherwise I start to automatically decellerate. Not too calming to realize on Crowchild Trail. Fun times in Enema Bag Jones.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
That’s Progression Baby
(I whole-heartedly apologize for the existential nature of this entry which showcases my longwindedness. I know that only the most dedicated of my blog followers will make it all the way through)
I think all of the directions we take in our lives can be traced to a series of life altering moments. From childhood we inherently carry in us a pure hope and unadulterated perception of life that slowly wears to skepticism and the burdens of “real life”. We as adults tend to label this beautiful perspective as naiveté and criticize those who hold on to it, if only to a small degree. Even for those of us who champion holding on, some lazy day comes around, and something happens, a moment that seems to shatter your youth into adulthood. It could be something extraordinarily happy, so happy that you struggle to understand how something as wonderful as this was possible, especially for you. Perhaps it’s devastating, to the point where the only strength in you is focused on reminding yourself to breathe. In my life, the moments that have gotten me where I am, are the subtle seemingly meaningless ones that are over almost as soon as they begin.
These moments, no matter the form, mould and sculpt you into ‘who you are’, but always at the core is what we have always been and always will be.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked forward to growing up, being independent and strong. I longed for the day that I would know, beyond dispute that I had made it; I made it to my happiness, I made it to my life. I look forward to it still. We know where we want to be in regards to who we want to become, I don’t believe that changes. You may pursue numerous careers, desire to live in different places; one day you may look forward to a life free of family responsibilities while the next your heart craves the joy of family. These things will always be extremely important and influential on the direction of your life, but they fluctuate so often for me that I am forced to come up with a new theory, at least new to me.
The core of me projects upon everything that I do, whether it is good or bad. It’s who I am. It’s not so much what I take into my life that defines who I am as much as what I produce from what I am. Read Matthew 15. v 11 reads ‘Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.’ This is not to excuse bad behavior by any means and of course outside influences will affect the ways that I change as a person, from the lessons I learn to the experiences I go through. But they way I take in the information, what I do with it and every choice I make – that’s me. That is what separates me as an individual. So how do you know who you are? That’s a question that takes a lifetime to answer. But the answers I have found have begun to develop the core of ‘who I am’ into what I aspire to be.
Perhaps I have gotten too deep too fast, I digress.
Remember a time, a day, an hour whatever it was, when time seemed to stop and you felt something so powerful that it knocked you from the course of your life into a completely different path of thought or action. I’ll explain. I saw Hotel Rwanda back in February, until that point I wanted to be a writer –books, novels what have you. After that movie my entire perspective changed, but it wasn’t foreign to me. That was perhaps the strangest thing, I uncovered a part of myself that had remained hidden or too vague to recognize for so long, and I felt the most joy in knowing that this was a part of ‘who I am’. I still carry the desire to be a writer, but that dream has never filled my heart as much as the dream I have to do humanitarian work.
Now this humanitarian aspect of me has always been there, I just never knew it would satisfy such a huge portion of that innate hunger we have inside of all of us. May I suggest that we all have qualities within ourselves that we have yet to discover? In these life-altering moments we uncover something within ourselves that requires recognition, and if we play our hands right, they'll never stop. Never settle by saying you know who you are. You know who you’ve been, and in this moment you may know who you want to or will be, but in the turn of a single minute, it is so possible for your world to change.
Life is one turn after another; no one’s path is straight out before them. We compensate for diversions with persistence and strength, using all that we are to stay straight when the way bends. I can only hope I have the wisdom to bend when I need to bend.
But how do we retain the fire we feel in the moment of the moment? That I don’t know my friends. If anyone has any ideas, enlighten me. I only know that you may only feel the force and power of those moments for a short time, but if you act upon it, the next one shouldn’t be that far behind. That’s progression baby.
(I whole-heartedly apologize for the existential nature of this entry which showcases my longwindedness. I know that only the most dedicated of my blog followers will make it all the way through)
I think all of the directions we take in our lives can be traced to a series of life altering moments. From childhood we inherently carry in us a pure hope and unadulterated perception of life that slowly wears to skepticism and the burdens of “real life”. We as adults tend to label this beautiful perspective as naiveté and criticize those who hold on to it, if only to a small degree. Even for those of us who champion holding on, some lazy day comes around, and something happens, a moment that seems to shatter your youth into adulthood. It could be something extraordinarily happy, so happy that you struggle to understand how something as wonderful as this was possible, especially for you. Perhaps it’s devastating, to the point where the only strength in you is focused on reminding yourself to breathe. In my life, the moments that have gotten me where I am, are the subtle seemingly meaningless ones that are over almost as soon as they begin.
These moments, no matter the form, mould and sculpt you into ‘who you are’, but always at the core is what we have always been and always will be.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked forward to growing up, being independent and strong. I longed for the day that I would know, beyond dispute that I had made it; I made it to my happiness, I made it to my life. I look forward to it still. We know where we want to be in regards to who we want to become, I don’t believe that changes. You may pursue numerous careers, desire to live in different places; one day you may look forward to a life free of family responsibilities while the next your heart craves the joy of family. These things will always be extremely important and influential on the direction of your life, but they fluctuate so often for me that I am forced to come up with a new theory, at least new to me.
The core of me projects upon everything that I do, whether it is good or bad. It’s who I am. It’s not so much what I take into my life that defines who I am as much as what I produce from what I am. Read Matthew 15. v 11 reads ‘Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.’ This is not to excuse bad behavior by any means and of course outside influences will affect the ways that I change as a person, from the lessons I learn to the experiences I go through. But they way I take in the information, what I do with it and every choice I make – that’s me. That is what separates me as an individual. So how do you know who you are? That’s a question that takes a lifetime to answer. But the answers I have found have begun to develop the core of ‘who I am’ into what I aspire to be.
Perhaps I have gotten too deep too fast, I digress.
Remember a time, a day, an hour whatever it was, when time seemed to stop and you felt something so powerful that it knocked you from the course of your life into a completely different path of thought or action. I’ll explain. I saw Hotel Rwanda back in February, until that point I wanted to be a writer –books, novels what have you. After that movie my entire perspective changed, but it wasn’t foreign to me. That was perhaps the strangest thing, I uncovered a part of myself that had remained hidden or too vague to recognize for so long, and I felt the most joy in knowing that this was a part of ‘who I am’. I still carry the desire to be a writer, but that dream has never filled my heart as much as the dream I have to do humanitarian work.
Now this humanitarian aspect of me has always been there, I just never knew it would satisfy such a huge portion of that innate hunger we have inside of all of us. May I suggest that we all have qualities within ourselves that we have yet to discover? In these life-altering moments we uncover something within ourselves that requires recognition, and if we play our hands right, they'll never stop. Never settle by saying you know who you are. You know who you’ve been, and in this moment you may know who you want to or will be, but in the turn of a single minute, it is so possible for your world to change.
Life is one turn after another; no one’s path is straight out before them. We compensate for diversions with persistence and strength, using all that we are to stay straight when the way bends. I can only hope I have the wisdom to bend when I need to bend.
But how do we retain the fire we feel in the moment of the moment? That I don’t know my friends. If anyone has any ideas, enlighten me. I only know that you may only feel the force and power of those moments for a short time, but if you act upon it, the next one shouldn’t be that far behind. That’s progression baby.
*What time is it: the time is now.
*Nickname: Lakweesha, Eggo, J.B., Cin
*Piercings: Well after a freak encounter with the infamous Nurooto tribe of Western Nigeria, nothing. I was sorely disappointed.
*What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theater: Walk the Line. Who would've guessed the kid from Space Camp would grow up to be a good actor?
*Color of eyes? My eyes are like mood rings. Green when I'm happy, Blue when I'm sad, A pale skin tone when I'm asleep, and that saucy little brown streak to keep me humble.
*Place of birth: C to the Aio L to the Gizzo A to the Rizzo Y to the ...period...izzo.
*Favorite foods*: Breakfast foods. Unfortunately I have made the dangerous discovery of the McDonald's McGriddle. I have rationed them down to one a month, but December's sucked. Don't get the sausage - bacon it up all the way. I also love anything Italian. Except Italians.
*Ever been to Africa: Only in my dreams. But I still got a parasite.
*Ever been toilet papering (rolling): Not successfully. It always breaks, damn one ply. One day when I've made millions from my books I'll be able to afford fancy toilet paper with kittens on it, and I'll have high profile acquaintances to TP.
*Love someone so much it made you cry*: Question Vetoed.
*Been in a car accident: Look, it was one time. My car was just a late bloomer, he wears rubber pants and he apologized for the antifreeze he leaked on me . It's not like he's ever oiled himself, and he's really sensitive about it so I'll thank you to not mention it around him.
*Croutons or baconbits: If I want bread, I'll eat bread. If I want bacon, I'll have bacon. I don't need it in bit form.
*Favorite day of the week: Sunday.
*Favorite restaurants: The Brooklyn Diner, The Saigon Palace, Moxies, homeless soup kitchens
*Favorite Flower: I love all flowers. I love flowers. Love flowers. Especially love gardenias and orchids.
*Favorite sport to watch: The best game you can name...the good old hockey game. And federal election campaign debates.
*Favorite drink: Juice. Anything fruit that excretes juice, I'll drink it. It may sound raw, but so is my juice weakness.
*Favorite ice cream: I'm a frozen yogurt kinda girl. Which is odd because I'm also a Steak and potatoes kind of a girl too.
*Disney or Warner Brothers: Mickey Mouse or Ephraim the Retarded Rabbit? I'll go with the WB who was home to such greats as The PJs and Tiny Toons and Animanics
*Favorite fast food restaurant: Damn you Dave Thomas! Oh the life I might of had if it weren't for your affordably delicious JBC's.
*What color is your bedroom carpet: The color of hardwood and dustbunnies. Gross.
*How many times you failed your driver's test: Nonce. Keep in mind taking your license in Hanna gets as stressful as a four way stop and parallel parking between two 78 Chevy pieces.
*Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card this
week: That would have to be my man HMV. Or Best Buy. Or Banana Republic, mmmm preten-cilicous
*What do you do most often when you are bored: I haven't been bored in a really long time. I suppose if I were bored I would do those things that I put off, like pay rent.
*Bedtime: I wish I was in bed by 8 every night. Why? Because my bed is the love of my life. And 6 or 7 or 8 hours just isn't enough time. His duvet-y goodness and the pillows... sorry, I need a moment.
*Favorite TV show: Seinfeld. I don't care! It will never die. I also indulge once a week in Gilmore Girls. I was a critic at first too, but trust me. It's cute. And I'm a girl, and Luke and Loralie are in love and they're going to get married and it's really sweet...I'm so alone.
*What are you listening to right now: I don't really want to talk about it. But if you must know Lite 96 is doing Christmas Music all day every day, I believe in hopes that people will kill themselves with a staple to the temple and then there will be parking at Market Mall. I'M ON TO YOU DON, JOANNE and the COACH!!
*What is your favorite color: Red
*How many tattoos do you have: Do places where I've accidentally written on myself with a pen count? If so, none.
*How many pets do you have: Other than the dust bunnies, none. But some day I will own a dog, his name will be George, and we will grow old together, unless I happen to live past 40.
*Which came first the chicken or the egg: Hmmmm... I think that the egg came first. Oh but wait, a chicken would have to lay the egg in order for there to even be an egg. But wouldn't said chicken had to have first been hatched from a very similar egg as the one in question? Wow, that's a provocatively good question. I think I should take the day off and try to figure this out.
FYI : Anyone who hasn't guessed where I'm going on my mission - you get two guesses and if you're right...The reward will be scrumtralescent! Let me know.
*Nickname: Lakweesha, Eggo, J.B., Cin
*Piercings: Well after a freak encounter with the infamous Nurooto tribe of Western Nigeria, nothing. I was sorely disappointed.
*What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theater: Walk the Line. Who would've guessed the kid from Space Camp would grow up to be a good actor?
*Color of eyes? My eyes are like mood rings. Green when I'm happy, Blue when I'm sad, A pale skin tone when I'm asleep, and that saucy little brown streak to keep me humble.
*Place of birth: C to the Aio L to the Gizzo A to the Rizzo Y to the ...period...izzo.
*Favorite foods*: Breakfast foods. Unfortunately I have made the dangerous discovery of the McDonald's McGriddle. I have rationed them down to one a month, but December's sucked. Don't get the sausage - bacon it up all the way. I also love anything Italian. Except Italians.
*Ever been to Africa: Only in my dreams. But I still got a parasite.
*Ever been toilet papering (rolling): Not successfully. It always breaks, damn one ply. One day when I've made millions from my books I'll be able to afford fancy toilet paper with kittens on it, and I'll have high profile acquaintances to TP.
*Love someone so much it made you cry*: Question Vetoed.
*Been in a car accident: Look, it was one time. My car was just a late bloomer, he wears rubber pants and he apologized for the antifreeze he leaked on me . It's not like he's ever oiled himself, and he's really sensitive about it so I'll thank you to not mention it around him.
*Croutons or baconbits: If I want bread, I'll eat bread. If I want bacon, I'll have bacon. I don't need it in bit form.
*Favorite day of the week: Sunday.
*Favorite restaurants: The Brooklyn Diner, The Saigon Palace, Moxies, homeless soup kitchens
*Favorite Flower: I love all flowers. I love flowers. Love flowers. Especially love gardenias and orchids.
*Favorite sport to watch: The best game you can name...the good old hockey game. And federal election campaign debates.
*Favorite drink: Juice. Anything fruit that excretes juice, I'll drink it. It may sound raw, but so is my juice weakness.
*Favorite ice cream: I'm a frozen yogurt kinda girl. Which is odd because I'm also a Steak and potatoes kind of a girl too.
*Disney or Warner Brothers: Mickey Mouse or Ephraim the Retarded Rabbit? I'll go with the WB who was home to such greats as The PJs and Tiny Toons and Animanics
*Favorite fast food restaurant: Damn you Dave Thomas! Oh the life I might of had if it weren't for your affordably delicious JBC's.
*What color is your bedroom carpet: The color of hardwood and dustbunnies. Gross.
*How many times you failed your driver's test: Nonce. Keep in mind taking your license in Hanna gets as stressful as a four way stop and parallel parking between two 78 Chevy pieces.
*Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card this
week: That would have to be my man HMV. Or Best Buy. Or Banana Republic, mmmm preten-cilicous
*What do you do most often when you are bored: I haven't been bored in a really long time. I suppose if I were bored I would do those things that I put off, like pay rent.
*Bedtime: I wish I was in bed by 8 every night. Why? Because my bed is the love of my life. And 6 or 7 or 8 hours just isn't enough time. His duvet-y goodness and the pillows... sorry, I need a moment.
*Favorite TV show: Seinfeld. I don't care! It will never die. I also indulge once a week in Gilmore Girls. I was a critic at first too, but trust me. It's cute. And I'm a girl, and Luke and Loralie are in love and they're going to get married and it's really sweet...I'm so alone.
*What are you listening to right now: I don't really want to talk about it. But if you must know Lite 96 is doing Christmas Music all day every day, I believe in hopes that people will kill themselves with a staple to the temple and then there will be parking at Market Mall. I'M ON TO YOU DON, JOANNE and the COACH!!
*What is your favorite color: Red
*How many tattoos do you have: Do places where I've accidentally written on myself with a pen count? If so, none.
*How many pets do you have: Other than the dust bunnies, none. But some day I will own a dog, his name will be George, and we will grow old together, unless I happen to live past 40.
*Which came first the chicken or the egg: Hmmmm... I think that the egg came first. Oh but wait, a chicken would have to lay the egg in order for there to even be an egg. But wouldn't said chicken had to have first been hatched from a very similar egg as the one in question? Wow, that's a provocatively good question. I think I should take the day off and try to figure this out.
FYI : Anyone who hasn't guessed where I'm going on my mission - you get two guesses and if you're right...The reward will be scrumtralescent! Let me know.
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