Bad Luck Blogger

I have come to the sudden, horrifying, and undeniable fact...I have the WORST luck Ever! I am a walking, talking, breathing, sleeping, pooping, bad luck charm. Which is kind of an oxymoron, as charm implies good luck, when in fact, I have none.

I wont go into any sort of extended detail, just that I've come to this conclusion. I could regale you will story after story to the point you would no longer believe, all I CAN say is, never go out to dinner with me, and never EVER go tandem sky diving with me. I'm positive I'll never attempt it. I had thought for a while that I would go, and really wanted to, but based on my history, karma, pure bad luck, I think it would be safest for all involved if I remain on the ground.

I ask you this. How do you change bad karma, bad luck? I can't figure it out. If it's Karma, I figure I can change it, but I'm just not sure how. I like to think I'm a good person. I pick up garbage on the ground when I see it. I recycle everything, compost what I can't. I don't judge others for anything. I bring my shopping cart all the way back to the door at the grocery. I'll even take random floating about carts in to the store instead of leaving it in the middle of the parking lot where some inconsiderate, lazy asshole has left it. I'm as nice as I can be to everyone. I brought cookies to my neighbours house yesterday. I don't cheat, steal etc... What more must I do? I've done volunteer work, donated blood, nothing changes, so I figure it's just bad luck. Is there any way to change it? Is there anyway to change your bad luck? I'm going to be a miserable bitch someday if it doesn't change. Just once, I'd like to go to a restaurant and be served NOT LAST. Just once, I'd like to win the lottery, is that asking too much? Maybe I should buy a ticket first before wishing that. I just gave up on them years ago as I never won much save for a free ticket...once.

I appologize for the rant today. I'm just feeling a little bitter from walking around with this rain cloud over my head all the time. It'll pass, I'll feel better despite it, and the I'll put a smile back on my face, but for now, for this moment, for today, I remain defeated. I am a victim of my own bad luck.

OINK

My thoughts on H1N1 media coverage

I am sick sick sick....of hearing about the swine flu. I realize this is all so very well and done and easy to say when I haven't actually lost anyone close to me to the H1N1. What I'm mostly sick of is the media bullshit the radio, news papers, and internet chatter that keeps spewing forth. It's all conflicting, it all seems legit, but it can't be all legit if it's all conflicting. How can the vaccine be both good and bad at the same time.

I've heard theories that the H1N1 was created so they could sell the vaccine, create mass hysteria to keep us scared out of our minds so we will follow our governments and leaders to do whatever they want us to do. If it's been created, then you have no choice but to take the vaccine, cuz that means it's a real threat, man made or not.

Maybe it's not man made, maybe it's just nature thinning out the herd, in which case, I've opposing arguments from EVERY...FUCKING...WHERE about whether to take the vaccine or not. Yes, take it, it will help prevent catching the illness, No, don't take it, it wont work, it's no better than the regular flu shot which does nothing, and it's just drug companies taking advantage of a horrible situation to gain mass profits.

I'm so confused as to what to do, my head is swimming. Meanwhile, I worry about sending my daughter to school where 400 or so kids will be confined to a small, poorly ventilated, poorly sanitized germ factory called middle school. She's in the highest risk group, aside from pregnant women (sorry Flea, I hope you're making out OK, I worry about you too). Two kids, aged 10 and 13 just died this past week. It's horrible. Did they have underlying conditions? Were they perfectly healthy? Who really knows, I hear conflicting reports on that too....

I am really starting to get a hate on for the media. I've considered becoming Amish or just living without technology, but then I wouldn't be able to Facebook stalk my friends or play solitaire on the computer or watch House on Monday nights, or listen to my play list on youtube...oh, the dilemma !!!

Amendment: AHA !!

House

There's not a whole lot I don't like about the show House. There's a wise cracking asshole of a doctor playing mind games with the staff and patients. The cast is good looking. The medical mysteries are always interesting, and well, they play really good tunes. If anyone knows who sings this, can you please let me know. I want more of it.

Got to Be More Careful

And on another note, I have been busily painting the house. Some before and afts, all on a serious budget of nothing but paint and caulking, maybe a little sand paper. Also, I retiled the top of the counter area. looks much better with some nice tumbled marble.

The living room before I got my grubby little hands on it.

The living room after...

The kitchen before I fell upon it.

The kitchen after. It's like Kermit the Frog blew up in here but I like it. ha ha

I'm an Islander !

HELLO, from the wee tiny island of Prince Edward Island. Yup, I've moved.
A little ditty, my name means island, and is named after an island, and now I live on an island.

In brief:

• I left my job with DND, and am now living in a ginormous and ancient old house in PEI.
• house needs mucho work.
  
• I'm unemployed but hopeful about getting photography work. there's lots of competition here though. Booger.
• Still no babies
• I did put on some weight though (not so good)
• B is working for an alternative energy company, he loves it
• B is also in the reserves
• M (daughter) is enjoying grade 9. She loves her teachers.
  
• I miss my friends like crazy
• I'm super lonely
• I'm tired beyond all reason as I'm trying to reno the house during the day.
  
• Painting the living room. I will have before and after photos soon.

Since the weight gain, I've decided to start keeping my log again on Cosmo Butt. The problem is I'm not accountable any more. There is no one waiting to car pool to the gym, no one who's going to taunt me if I don't go or flake out. SO, now I'm going be more vigilant of my blog and try to be more regular. I'm also going to log my work outs in Cosmo Butt. I'm hoping I'll feel more compelled to do them if I have to log it.

Laters!

The Ikea Gong Show

For those of you who are unaware, Ikea is a store. A BIG store, check it out. It’s filled mainly with furniture, home décor, bedding, kitchen supplies and various other items that go along with. The premise of Ikea, and this is genius, is that most of their items do not come assembled and the packaging lacks any and all embellishments; therefore, they’re able to charge less for their items than say Leon’s, or Sears, or whatever… The Ikea style is very northern European, as in Sweden. Thus the store motto, “Ikea, Swedish for common sense” I like their stuff, the styles are simple, practical, and often colourful, where everywhere else the same items are fussy, and sporting horrible patterns and colours or lack there of. Beige, taupe, off white, and ecru are NOT colours. Only at Ikea can you get a florescent orange, or better yet, chartreuse dish brush with a suction cup on the end so you can stand it up in the sink to dry, or as I like to do, stick it to the side of the sink or the window so it’s floating horizontal. Although you do have to pick and choose, some things are just plain cheap. Shelves made with press wood and stuff.

Anyways, my point, I’m getting to it honest. I was at Ikea recently, and well, I couldn’t just not buy something. There isn’t one on the East Coast, so if one is to find one’s self in an Ikea, you gotta stock up. The only thing I bought was a small wooden box. It was cheap, useful, made of wood and ready for finishing any way I want. I also figured it would be an easy 20 minutes of assembly. SOOO……..NOT..…TRUE….. I have since discovered the complexities of assembling said small wooden box. The instructions…well, there are none, just some simple drawings labeled steps 1 through 6. Let me just start by saying that there are far more than 6 steps involved in putting this thing together. It required a Philips head screw driver, a hammer, and engineering degree, and if you were really keen, some carpenters glue.

I did discover while assembling, swearing, throwing a fit, and damning the box to the 6^th circle of hell, that I actually enjoyed putting it together. Anyone witnessing my wee spectacle might disagree, but there was a certain satisfaction to be had in hammering away at the impossibly tiny nails, attempting to screw the screws in straight with the wrong type of screwdriver, and watching the box take shape. It’s a satisfaction that I have been lacking at work and in my everyday life. There is nothing tangible in what I do behind my 3 cubical walls. Nothing with any substance comes out of it. The only thing close to being tangible is the memory stick the size of my pinky finger that has some files on it consisting of boring code and maybe a picture of two of the same boring army montages I see everywhere. Blech! Whoever invented the montage should be shot. They’re awful and everywhere at the same time. I have gone out of my way to create some super graphics that are both appropriate in nature as to what is requested and completely lacking in any layering, blurring, effects, and yet, the powers that be, always…ALWAYS just want a montage. But I digress…

I never did finish the box, I wanted to save it for a rainy day when I had nothing to do, such as today, so that I can savor once again, the enjoyment had by screaming, swearing and cursing a small wooden box, hoping to shame it into submission.

I forgot

Ya, I forgot to blog about the rest of my trip. Did I even mention that I went on a trip? I should re-read my blogs so I stay on top of what I'm doing. I have the memory of a speck of dust and the attention span of a gnat.

Last week, my friend, ex-sister-in-law, and daughter's Aunt, all the same person (S), and I went on a road trip to take my daughter to Ottawa. There my daughter spent a couple days with my mom before her dad drove from Toronto to come pick her up thus saving her from my overbearing mother before it all became horribly tragic.

S and I stayed one day in Ottawa and did some visiting. I think I mentioned that. I saw my friend E and her new babies and my old friend L whom I haven't seen in ages. THEN, the very next day, S and I, got up early, said our goodbyes to my daughter and mother, and headed south east towards Banger, ME to do a little shopping before heading back to NB.

According to Google maps, the trip from Ottawa to Bangor, should have taken roughly 8 hrs, 37 minutes. Maybe if you had a helicopter or other type of miraculous transporting devise able to move you through some sort of time-space continuum. Once we hit Quebec it was all construction and bad driving. By the time we reached the border just south of Sherbrook, Quebec to cross into Vermont at a place that could only be described as the corner of Butt-fuck and you got a purdy mouth, I was about ready to kill someone with my car. S took over driving. The trip through Vermont and NH backroads was beautiful. Truly! I got the short end of the stick driving through Quebec's endless farmland and construction and sheer lack of public washrooms, clearly accessable from the highway. Out of desperation, we peed in a ditch on the side of the highway. It was a stellar moment.

We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of Nowhere, NH and had lunch. It was good but the convenience store gave us the willies, and we hightailed it out of there, absolutely sure we'd seen that exact place in a horror movie, right before the two female travellers are abducted from the side of the road cuz the local gas attendant sabotaged their car when they stopped and they are then locked in a delapitaded hut in the middle of nowhere, where they're tortured and eventually chopped up and used for stewing meat to feed the townspeople.

We got to Bangor about 11 hours later. Sigh! We got a hotel room, and hunkered down for the night. We were done in. Shopped all next day, had the best dinner at Texas Road House, WOW, that place is good, but jeez, the sheer amount of food they stuff in you is insane, then danced our butts off at the club that was part of the hotel (how cool is that?). We headed home Sunday, Fat, hung-over, and completely broke. It was a great trip. :-)

Good Friends and Babies

This is going to be short. I just got back from a road trip to Ottawa. I dropped my daughter off for the summer with her dad and did some visiting. I had to see E, whom I've known my entire life. She just recently had a baby. A second one actually, since the last time I saw her. (I am a terrible friend) Her new daughter is adorable. 6 weeks old. Her son is 2 and very very cute.

Here they are

I am unsure why I can't seem to make one of my own, but someday soon, hopefully! I remain hopeful, but all the hope in the world doesn't make a baby. It sucks! Doesn't help that B is dividing his time between NS and PEI. That also sucks!

All of this house shopping and job leaving and moving stuff is stressing me out. I thought I would be at work feeling all "la te da, I'm almost out of here, nothing's gonna faze me" I was SOOO wrong. I can't wait to get the Fack out of here, and it can't happen soon enough. I'm almost ready to cut the strings early and to hell with my paycheck, they can keep it. I am sitting at work, wasting valuable government resources, time, and money while I blog and I realized what could possibly be the worst moment of my entire week. Are you ready? It's a biggy.....It's only Monday. WHAT? Can you believe it? It feels like I've been here for 20 years at my desk doing nothing at all while my life gets away from me and it hasn't even been 7.5 hours yet. The worst of it is, I have to work the WHOLE week, right through to Friday afternoon at 4:30. I'll keep you posted on the progress, but if the progress stops, it's because I've lost my mind completely.

I think my eye twitch is coming back. I was shopping on the weekend with my friend S and buying stuff I can't afford when it came back. I guess I know my trigger point. LOL

Gotta go, it's 15:00 and I can go for a break. I'm going to get a coffee, it'll make the afternoon go by much faster.

Toodles