This could only happen to me.

So we decided to get another television.  Bell in our area is now offering the full wireless experience, providing of course you have a television that supports the technology.  C is out of town until Christmas eve. So I am trying to figure out what we need.... Well, okay, not need, but want.  So I go into an Electronic store.  I fucking hate hard core sales guys, so I latched on to the one softer touch female sales person who was much more about helping me decides rather than push whatever was giving the bigger bonus for sales.  I genuinely LIKED her, which is what makes this so much fucking worse.  (I wish to at this point say the other female on the floor was hard core sales person too, it is not a sexist thing)
   Anyway, we got along well, and she spent the time (which is a big deal this time of year) to make an informed buy, and I flirted my ass off to get a good deal.  (Yeah, I will flirt to save a few bucks, but we both knew I was doing it).  Finally it was done, deal good, she got her sale and commission.  it had to come from another store, so I had to pick it up the next day, and she would give me a call.
   Now here is where it all falls to shit.  I forgot my phone.  I left it plugged in, I was half way to Jake's before I figured it out, so I was not going back.  Spent the morning there helping his mother and him, I start to go home, and figure I would swing by to see if the television was in.  It was.... so I waited... and waited.... and waited when finally my sales lady says "Oh, it is showing on our system as picked up."  Bull fucking shit.  I lost my mother fucking mind, and another guy says "yeah he came in to pick it up."  And here I stand with my pick up and receipt, which you need to pick it up.  He shows me a reprinted receipt with a signature, not mine, but my name.  I showed ID, including my credit card it was bought on.  I was very definitely making a scene.  But yeah.... My stuff.... I told you.

The manager did come, and basically told me they would need to look through security to see if indeed someone else had picked it up.  So I had to wait until the next day.  I was fucking fuming.  Pretty sure I roundly cursed them all, and wanted my money baack righttttt fuckkkking nooooow!  Then the manager basically accused me of scamming them.  Of coming and picking it up them claiming later it was not me, because his staff ALWAYS demanded identification when the original receipt was not available.

I was so freaking mad, but I realized there was jack-shit I could do until they did check the surveillance.  SO I went home.... opened the door, and C is home.  The job got cancelled..... Oh fuck, the pieces fell into place.... quickly.  C got the call on my phone.  C picked up the television, and NO they did not ask for ID.  So.... it was a very embarrassed me that had to call the store and tell them what happened.  I can never go back there, which the manager more or less suggested anyway, in case my making a total cunt of myself didn't make me  to embarrassed to.

Driving my brother

We were driving through Brantford on the Wayne Gretzky parkway. CJ asks if Wayne had brothers, I know he had at least two. I asked why. He asked: "wouldn't it just suck to have like a totally epic icon as a brother, and you were just like everyone else."
"Geez, kid, I'm sorry, it must be tough to be my brother"
"No Jamie, epic, not just in your own mind."

My morning savior

So, I never claimed to be bright. On my way into school I shot in to grab a coffee because I forgot to set the timer on the coffee maker. Fucking freezing out, but no line, so I left the car running, locked the doors, and off I went.... Yeah, left the car running and locked the doors. I got up to order when I realized what I did. I bolted to the car,hoping to run fast enough to turn back time.
I got back to the car and realized my door was still unlocked. Apparently, love the strings for mittens my car is idiot proof. I can't lock my door while the car is running, unless I do it from the outside with a second key.
Thank fuck for that feature, or I would be screwed. I love my car<3

Shopping, and cleaning...

Why do I look forward to the weekend again?  To relax?  To unwind?  No, to fucking clean and do holiday shopping.  I am using credit in hopes that I will pay it off with the money I am going to make over the holidays.
Why do people always say "Oh, I don't need anything" when they know you are broke.  I fucking hate that.  I gotta buy you something anyway, why not just tell me something that is within my price range rather than have to guess at what to get you, and waste money on something you are going to fucking hate?
I made out golden withe my parents thatnks to 75% off at Bombay company sale, and got a beautiful mantle clock for $50.  My mother loves the Bombay companies shit, so I'm sure she will love it.  I got my brother CJ a fifty dollar playstation card (okay it's lazy, but it is something he will use).  And for the drool boy, I got him one of those easels and chalk board with paints and shit.  My mother will love that one.  He isn't the swiftest with knowing what not to draw on.   But at least with washables (unlike the permanent marker he drew all over himself with the last time I was babysitting, before then sucking the ink dry) at least it will be easier to hide the evidence.
I have no fucking idea of what to get C.  What do you get a technophobic, fashion disaster?  *le sigh*. Well off I go to empty the dishwasher. Lucky along the way I will pass the fridge, and the lovely treat I bought for myself;)

Like a bad smell

I linger and won't go away.
Thanks all for your good wishes, and yes, my darling Nonna is well enough now to drive my cousin insane. My cousin A is pregnant (sucker), and my Nonna is beyond thrilled. So the timely news I think really helped her from being depressed at the new doctor imposed restrictions on her. To tell the truth it seems like EVERYONE is having a kid right now. Isn't this something that should happen in your thirties, not twenties? The whole everyone is having a kid thing?
C has been driving me nuts. Not in usual oh so sweet I want to choke the fucking shit out of you way either. He was given a truck for work, which is awesome because his car is a piece of shit. We actually had someone come to our door off the street offer to scrap his car for$200 I think they would lose. Anyway, for this truck C was asked to get his red seal. This is journeyman papers. Well, the actual welding end he was fine. But now he has four books to study before this test. I mean this should work, two people studying away....
Now when I study I tend to tune things out, and let the world go on around me. C needs total and complete silence. TOTAL, like Nelson cleaning his ears will earn him a glare, for the noise. And , fuck me, what a bitch. I get that school and studying we're not his thing, but fuck... Lighten up already. I think I may go to my parents this weekend to give him the quiet he needs.... Yeah.... For him. I will also avoid the murder conviction.

Not a blog post

I have been struggling.  If you feel like I have been ignoring you, the ones I regularly read I apologize.  I've been rather distracted, my Nonna had a heart attack.  Those who know me know I am very close with my Nonna.  It is very hard right now to keep spirits up.  Although funny enough the last time I was in she asked me if a heart attack will get her some of that medicinal marijuana she keeps hearing about.  

My new iPhone

No I did not cave to the pressure of the hipsters.  I was quite happy with my iPhone 4.

Okay, let me preface this by explaining the war that is going on in my house.  On one side we have C, and we like C, but he is clearly outwitted by the contender.

Now, Nelson has a horrible habit of sitting on the top of the curtain rod.  I say it is a horrible habit, because he climbs up there via the curtains.  He also gets caught up there, and will cry to get down, or worse, if you do not see him and pass below will use you (the passerby) as a convenient ledge to hop down on.  Scares the shit out of you, and a few not-so-manly screams have been heard coming from our place thanks to that little trick.

Yeah, so C has officially declared war.  That's it.  Thing is.... have you ever tried to train a cat?  YEEEAAAHHH, it is going about as well as anyone who has spent more than 30 seconds in a room with a cat could predict it would turn out.  The score is Nelson 3,467,824 to C's 1.  And that one was at the expense of my iPhone.

Now if you've known me for a while you will know how I feel about my stuff.  It's MINE!

I'm not saying it is an attractive quality, or one I am particularly proud of... but I got my first job at 8.  I have worked ever since then.  So I was always very careful about what I spent my money on.  Now, for the first time in my life I do not have any amount of disposable income, and C in his zeal to catch Nelson red---pawed(?) climbing the curtains, knocks over the table where my phone sat.  It bounced.... twice.  I bit on my tongue, trying to resist the words "my baby" being ripped from my throat as I watched the death of a young phone... and still not even close to the end of my contract.  

Well, C apparently does has some instincts of Self-preservation as he hastily assured me he would replace it.  I know, a good boyfriend would say nothing something like..."no, it was an accident. "  I snarled "yeah you fuckin' will."  I am not a good boyfriend.  BUT, I did tell him to save the money, and just get the iPhone 4S.  I do not need the 5, and it has nothing really to recommend it over the 4s anyway.  So he did, ran out to get it when he could not take the stares of recrimination any longer, took less than 20 minutes to wear him down.  The funny thing is he thought that would be the end.... Is he fucking new?  He broke my fucking phone.  Now I had to reload everything, PLUS, everything since my last back up was lost.  

His excuse: The cat taunts him.  He "gloats".  Well, duh, he's a fucking cat.

*le sigh*

I have had a couple crappy weeks.  C got his cast off and is now just using a brace.  This should be good news right?  Except that he is snatching up all the hours he can, including travel jobs.  I hate that.  I am not a fan of being alone at night.  I babysat on Saturday, and if not for Chloe I doubt I would have bothered to go back home.  Sitting at home in front of the television.  I also managed to get really drunk sitting there alone, how pathetic is that?

   On the upswing he is back tonight.  

I took CJ to see Seven Psychopaths; on the condition he tells my parents I took him to see Hotel Transylvania.  H e'll rat me out, I know, but still, I  could not sit through another kid's movie.  

Sometimes it is easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission.  And to tell you the truth there was not much in it that justified a 18A rating.  And not that shit hot of a movie.  If you saw the trailer, well then you saw the funny parts.  But still.... not a cartoon.  Sometimes you gotta make those tough choices.  Lets see, two hours of sitting through a kids movie, or your mom being pissed that your 13 year old brother saw something that can be seen as borderline inappropriate.  He was raised in the same house I was.  Nothing in this movie was going to shock him.  Besides, I don't live at home anymore, LOL.

Here is hoping this week goes a bit better.

My reply to Brie

I recently read a very funny blog, but in all honesty felt the need to defend my fellow man.
sometimes I wish I were a guy

First off, the guys that do worry about things like manscaping and dressing get absolutely ZERO encouragement from you ladies out there.  I often hear girls say thing like "I don't want to be in a relationship where he is the pretty one" or "I don't want to be with any guy who takes longer in the bathroom than me".  Admit it, you've said those lines, usually after seeing a hot guy who obviously took the time to be just that, hot.  PLUS you encourage the opposite.

See this guy probably gets laid.  You wonder why gay guys take care of themselves?  Because we date other guys.  Guys are brutal when it comes to not cutting the people we date slack.  Now this guy probably has a wife or girlfriend that is too nice to tell him the truth.  Get a fucking haircut, it is no longer the 80s, buy some fucking big boy clothes, and lose about 40 pounds.  All of this he would be told 3 minutes into a gay bar.  So if you want guys to look better, reward those who do take the time and don't let the ones who don't get laid.

First World Problems

It is a common joke to me and my friends when one of us unthinking makes a very stupid whine we all laugh "First world problems".  You know, like complaining how long the cases take to come in for the new iPhone.  Or bitching about how slow your wifi is when you are on your PS3, your iPhone and your lap top all at once.  (Like me right now).  

This cracked me up:D

Liebster Award

So... I was rather confused by grateful none-the-less to Nicole from http://www.thoughtsofamothernms.com/ for this.  My confusion, lol, was the others I was grouped with.  It amused me.

A little bit of this, A little bit of that

Christian Momma

It's a gay life

Last unturned stone

Mostly Christian mom blogs, and me:D

The Rules1. You must list 11 things about yourself.
2. Answer 11 questions put to you by the person awarding you.
3. Choose up to 11 bloggers with less than 200 followers and list their questions.
4. Go to your nominees' pages and inform them of the nominations.
5. No tag backs.
  

Let's get started....


About me
1.  I am in school to be a veterinarian.
2.  I have two younger brothers on my mom's side who I am crazy about, and one on my father's side I am not.
3.  I have a huge crush on Jonathan Rhys Meyer.  He's on my freebie list.
4.  I have a best friend I have literally known my entire life.  (My mom and his parents were very close, they took him at three months old to see me the day I was born)
5.  I've been with my boyfriend for over a year and a half.
6.  I've never smoked or taken drugs.  But I love to drink.
7.  I have a framed fake ID my best friend got me at 16.
8.  I had every intention of dropping out of high school at 16, and stayed because of the co-op I had at 15.  Gave me my life dream.
9.  I got a tongue ring.
10.  I've lived in the same city my entire life.
11. I am a fabulous cook.

Questions from Patricia

1. What is your favorite color? Purple

2. What is your blog about? just more like an on line journal

3. What is your favorite season? Autumn

4. Why did you become a blogger? I was bored.

5. What is your favorite movie?  Milk

6. What do you like to do in your spare time?  Club, dance, drink, I am a party boy.

7. If you could move anywhere, where would you go?  Toronto, I love my country, so I would never live anywhere else, but a bigger city with a Village worth mentioning.

8. Horses or Cows?  Horses, except if you mean to eat, then I would say cow.

9. What inspired your blog?  nothing at all, 

10. Do you think abortion should be legal?  yes, free and on demand.

11. Are you religious?  No, I am an atheist.

Questions:

1.  How old are you?

2.  What's your magic number? (number of people you had sex with)

3.  How old were you when you lost your virginity?

4.  What is your most embarrassing moment?

5.  What did you want to be when you grew up when you were a kid?

6.  What is your dream job now?

7.  If you had to have plastic surgery what would you get done?

8.  Who is the most embarrassing member of your family?

9.  What was the meanest thing you ever did to anyone?

10.  What is your favorite food?

11. Favorite flavor of lube?

Go ahead, anyone who dares to answer, I'll tag you.  Any takers?

Bad Blogger!

I know, I know.  I've been a very bad blogger.  I have no excuse.  I guess my blogging mojo has been bored to sleep with all my studying.  School sucks.  I hate it.  I miss my interactive college life.  I miss my friends.  I know, it is not supposed to be some party... but it was:'(  I hate, hate, HATE most of my classmates.  One would think that with our life aspirations pretty on par with each other there would be so much common ground.  NOT.  First off 75% are female, which should be good with me.  I've never had a problem with hanging with the girls.  LOL, I remember a particular video in which Psycho Basher called the kid Jamie:D

LOL, yep, still funny.

Anyway, I am in hell.  A hell surrounded by vegans.  I need to find some real people to hang out with.

I went to dinner at my mom and dad's with C, and "early Thanksgiving" thing.  CJ got glasses, and he hates them.  I just said "But do you see better?"
   "Yeah, before the glasses I thought you were white."  I thought my mother was going to choke she was laughing so hard.  Smart ass runs in my family:D

Off topic but interesting fact:  Clenching your left fist represses your gag reflex.  Ah, the tips I get from Google+.  Thanks Chuck, I'm sorry I doubted you.

Overwhelmed

Okay, I admit it was pretty arrogant of me to assume that school would be like University.  To assume I could float through.  To assume I even belong there.  I feel utterly lost.  Overwhelmed.  I am so grateful that I  am not working, or I would not be able to cope.  Sometimes I feel guilty about C paying for all our living expenses, but realistically I think if I felt more tired or stressed C might smother me in my sleep.  I'm just hoping this is a temporary culture shock.
I am still looking for apartments, but.... kind of.  Truthfully, I love our place, and the 45 minute to an hour commute is not that bad.  So far everything I have seen in Guelph around my price range is really small, or utter crap.  Anything even close to what we have and I'd be looking at almost double the rent we pay here.  Plus it's nice having a backyard with Chloe.  Nelson, well, he's a cat.  He'll go anywhere and take it over.  But, the upside here is we have a perfect spot for his litter.  In all honesty, this feels like home.  I like coming home every day.  I like cooking in my big kitchen.  I like having an extra room for C's guitar, and to keep Buttercup, because C is convinced she will get out of her home and kill him in his sleep.  HONESTLY, he's had nightmares when she was in our room.
On Thursday I called my first boss and asked him if he felt the same way when he went through.  To which he replied "Why do you think it's four years, dumbass."  So, I guess that makes me normal, LOL.

Cute pic of my weekend:)  At the beach.  She's getting so big already.

A broken wrist versus a broken nail...

   Okay, so we went to a stag party on Friday night.  People were totally shit-faced.  So C and I were sitting on the side of the balcony.  One of the shitfaced masses fell into my stool knocking me forward into the table. The table which was metal came down until it stopped on the metal railing of the balcony.  Our ears were spared the horrendous noise of metal on metal by C's arm.  There was however  a very loud snap of bone on metal.  There is nothing quite like being slightly more than slightly drunk in the emergency waiting room.  Anyway, today C has to go to get on his hard cast.
   Thankfully the story ends that no one else was hurt.  Except for Ali.  It was Sunday morning she whined at me that she broke a nail.  So every time C complains about his wrist I just tell him to think of poor Ali's manicure.

Why I love my friends

Ali comes over with her friend.... and I don't remember her name.  I blame the two-four.  Anyway, we drank a few, and Ali was showing me this guy she dated while on vacation.  Apparently she met him the first day and they were inseparable.  She shows me this picture of him on the beach.... he was totally fucking hot.  So after I ask her if I can see the picture again.  "Just so I'll remember for later..."
   Ali is laughing like a lunatic and her friend finally got what I said.  "That's a terrible thing to say about a guy your friend likes..." she said with outrage.
   "Aww, don't worry about it.  His boyfriend has been in my spank-bank since the night they met."

Fuck I missed her:D

Waiting...

So it's here, almost.  Thursday will officially be my first day of school.  Well ...again.

So last week was my last week of work, or was supposed to be.  BUT the receptionist in my Uncle's work went on vacation, so I was paid to answer the phone.  That was it.  Just pick up the phone if it rings.  Problem?  I like money... but fuck me, the phone rang MAYBE three times a fucking day.  So for a decent pay, I was bored out of my tree.  My iPhone has been used CONSTANTLY.  Watching every episode of  the first season of Queer as Folk I can find on youtube.  I have come to the conclusion that Brian was a real douche, and I still think he is awesome.  There is something about a truly unrepentant anti-hero you gotta love.

Long weekend, yay!  Jake is back from Europe tomorrow and Ali back in town on Sunday:D  I am so looking forward to this weekend!

I wasn't trying to hurt him

Just scare him.  That was C's explanation.

See he was in the back yard cleaning up the mess from lazy cunt upstairs who just, rather than walk the garbage down the stairs, just chucks it out the window.  That is when he saw it.

God it still stinks in here.  Another shower for C, and I think run the clothes through the washer again. What a fucking idiot.

Letter to a douche bag

Okay, I'm glad you are on vacation.  Good for you.  I'm sure you work hard all year for your three weeks vacation.  Just one little thing....

When you are processing a fucking STUDENT line of credit, and you won't be back until well after the start of the school year, MAYBE put it on the "process before vacation" file.  FUCKING IDIOT!

Bitchy

I am.  Slept 2 hours, feeling like ass, and spoiling for a fight with C, who refuses to be drawn in.  Prick.

BUT....

 

Hopefully she will sleep tonight with her new bed and toys.

C looks at her and says "I feel like crying really loud while SHE tries to sleep."  LMAO.

I have fallen in love with the most beautiful girl

Okay, so one of my fave patients came in today.  She had pups six weeks ago.  She is a gorgeous boxer.  Now if you have never seen a boxer:

Beautiful breed, huh?  She was not supposed to be bred, at all, but it turns out that the .... are you ready for it?  The PUG from next door got in the yard and knocked her up.

Yes, one of these fugly little beasts.  Just...how?   Wow, Impressive little guy.  Very impressive.

Anyway, I was offered this little girl who was supposed to be adopted, but the prospective owners decided she was not pretty enough... WTF?  She is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Yes, this is the actual pup.  Isn't she fucking beautiful?

Oh, fuck.  C is going to kill me if I bring her home.  But I want.  I know, I know, we both work.  But fuck, other working families get dogs.  I wonder what I will have to do to get C to agree to a dog.

Oh, her name is Chloe.  Isn't that sweet?  She's totally a Chloe.

I feel so mellow, I hardly feel like me

Okay, I will deny it if you tell him, but maybe C was right.  Maybe letting go of the part time job was a good idea.  I have had two on calls since last week, both of which were no.  So I have had a forty hour week, a short week this week, and damn if I don't feel so much more relaxed.  Of course that will hold until I look at my anemic bank account, and try to pay my inflated credit card bill.  *le sigh*. I was not cut out for this working for a living shit.

What the FUCK were they thinking?

So, went to the water park yesterday.  There are things I just don't get.  One of those is this seeming need society has to sexualize young children.  tiny bikinis on young girls.... WTF is up with that?  But the worst one was this kid about seven or eight.  She not only had on one of those bikinis, but wore a shirt over it that proclaimed: "YEAH, I know you want this" in bright pink.  What the hell are the parents thinking?  And no, this is not about child predators or any of that shit, because pedophiles do not need or wait for invitation, but what kind of self worth are you generating your daughter?  That she is valuable so long as people think she is attractive.  Ugh, I'm so glad I'll never be a parent.  My kid would so hate me.

Anyway, about 2 hours in it started thundering and lightening, so we went to the movies.  The Dark Knight Rises.  Theatre was packed, even though it was a matinee.  C and I managed to find seats together, but Jake was a couple rows up, and Mark was way on the other side of the Theatre.  The movie was meh.  Hardly worth jamming ourselves into the theatre.  Bane was horrible, his voice annoyed the shit out of me.  It was hardly a villainous voice at all.  Though, I gotta admit, I would like them to have a go at Robin.

Hells, I would like to have a go at Robin;)  Damn, he sure grew up fine.

Anyway, long weekend here.  So how am I spending it?

With twenty-four little friends, because THANK FUCK some LCBOs ARE open today.

Happy Civic Holiday, when a holiday has no purpose, it becomes a drinking holiday:)

Chateaux de (some french name I can't be arsed to look up)

Okay, first the complaints, because, well it's me and we all know I gotta bitch.  Despite pictures to the contrary it was not as secluded as the web site let on,  which was not a surprise, as I have been a cottager since I was all of about 4.  Despite having linen's provided I think the thread count on the bed sheets was about an 8, and the towels were about as thick as the tissue paper.  However, again, as someone who is familiar with cottaging I brought my own sheets (1200 count, yeah, I like comfort when I sleep) and proper towels that actually dry you.  Not that you needed to really dry.  The water on you skin had time to dry before the next icy cold or scalding hot drop hit.  Those were your choices on the low flow (my coffee maker has a higher water flow) shower head, no in between, either freezing cold or roast your ass off.  Although officially a non-smoking and no pet area you could hear and see several dogs, and our place REEKED of pot the moment we moved in.  It took a whole lot of febreeze to get rid of the stench of old pot and stale beer.  (Yeah, I brought febreeze, because I know how people "clean" cottages).  Oh yeah, and the area is "family orientated" which means the playground, which is actually far away from out cabin, can still be heard until almost midnight every night.

   What was good?  None of the shit above mattered more than when you were actually in said shower.  It was fucking awesome!  Beautiful cottage, other than the butt ugly furniture that probably rocked in 1978, the cottage itself was gorgeous.  fireplace, full kitchen, whirlpool tub, which with the proper combination of cold and hot intervals you could get to a comfortable temperature.  We had a dock, canoe, kayaks, paddleboats, all at our disposal.  I know you are all thinking I sat about and drank my face off for 10 days and nights.  But  despite my best laid plans, that did not happen.  We hiked, we biked, we spent days on the water, fishing, canoing.  I found I like canoeing a hell of a lot.  I've always been appreciative of the great outdoors, but this is the first time ever I spent days communing with mother nature.  Rain or shine, we were outside every day doing something physical, and C was in his element, much more skilled at paddling and hiking, though I can kick his ass at biking.
   On Friday Jake came up with his friend, and some drinking was done, though I don't think a single night anyone was actually more than a bit buzzed.  Jake's friend was actually such a good fit it was hard to think of him as a newcomer, he blended in so seamlessly, even with C, who tends to be very quiet with new people.
   On a whole, my time away was exhausting in a much needed relaxing way.  Am I ready to take on the world again?  Fuck no!  I am ready to win the lottery and spend the rest of my life in some secluded hideaway.  But I do feel like the summer from hell had a bit of a reprieve, and four more weeks until I can look back on this summer and have something to smile about:D

friends

so, I got home, c was gone.  yeah my best friend Jake came to get me.  He got C.  what kind of an ass-hole am I to be jealous?  of who?  Damned if I know.

c's food poisoning

So for a bit i tried to listen to him telling me he was fine.  But fuck, have you heard your love fucking throwing up shit his Great  Great Great Great Great Great Great grandfather ate?   shit, it was nasty, so I stayed and spent two days cleaning puke from EVERYTHING.  oh my fucking god, I have never seen anyone that fucking sick,  Not ever.
C only threw up 8 times today.  Tomorrow he thinks he may be okay for work... I think not.

LOL, yeah, sure you read my profile sooooo fucking well

I am not exactly in the closet, yet still....

Hello,
I am lovely girl Juliana,i drop at your profile,And I love what i saw there, i believe we can get acquainted if it interest you get back to me and more,i am
cute,Accommodate,caring,Affectionate and very lively,I am of
the school of thought that believes in the maxim that says It is good to love And be Loved.Love should be sharing ,True,Honest and caring.I need a man who posses all this Attributes and Qualities.I have all the Qualities that a man
desires and Craves in a woman.You can contact me direct to my email address here for me to send you my pictures ok,Please contact me direct to my private Emai

My reply: Yeah, I'm gay.  I doubt you have anything I crave.

Hello dear

How are you doing today, i hope every things is OK with you as its my

pleasure to contact you after viewing your profile in this site(http://purebloggers.com) which really interest in me having communication with you,if you will have the desire with me so that we can get to know each other better and see what will happen in future. i will be very happy if you can write me through my email for easiest communication and to know all about each other OK,

here is my email. i will be waiting to hear from you,

your new friend Cynthia.

I wrote back a kind of nice to meet you but barking up the wrong tree here.  Obviously she never even bothered to read my reply before yelling back

PLEASE CONTACT ME WITH MY MY EMAIL SO I WILL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT MY AND WITH MY PIC 

Sometimes I really hate social media when it is not being used as social media.  No, I am not going to pay for your nudes.... reason one: I have an internet connection, I can see all the nudes I want.  Second, if you took 30 seconds to actually look at my profile you would know you are not my fucking type.

Only in my town

So, I'm in line at the corner store to pick up some milk.  A head of me is a old woman.  I mean old.  Hump on shoulder, gotta be 85 if she is a day.  She is getting two bongs.  Yes, bongs.  REALLY?  I was wondering if maybe she just thought they were lovely artistic pieces.... then I notice she is also buying a shit load of candy, and some chips, prepared for the munchies.  LOL!  I guess some things you never out grow.

I had to laugh at this one, to all those idiots on facebook twitter and blogger who say they will move to Canada if Obama is re-elected.

II am a bad blogger

But to tell the truth the last few posts have been so fucking bitchy I did not want to post yet another post complaining about fucking everything.  Soooo.... Pride next weekend.  Yay!  I wish I could say I am really looking forward to it, but I would be lying.  I am just so tired lately.  But then, in three little weeks....
   Oh but first, So this guy at C's work was selling Stag and Doe tickets.  I do not know if you people not from Canada do this, but basically everyone connected with the wedding is charged with selling tickets to the stag and doe, which is a party only MAYBE 1/5 of all who buy tickets go to, but it is considered somewhat rude not to buy the ticket when asked even if you have never met this person.  So C bought a ticket from this guy at work, with no intention of going.  The next day the guy is selling raffle tickets to same s&d.  Seriously?  you just got $25 out of the man now you are going to go for another $10?  So yeat again, C buys, not because he wants to, but because he does not want to appear to be cheap.  Because apparently not helping pay for strangers' wedding is YOU being cheap.  Yeah, I'm not a fan of the whole stag and doe bullshit.  I have no problem with the concept of fund raising, but not by selling tickets to people you hope have enough of a life not to show at some stranger's pre-wedding party.  You make money liquoring up your friends and family enough that bad decisions are made and awkward memories mar the wedding.  Geez people, get it right.
   He fucking won the big prize.  Yeah, take that!  10 days in some cottage on the lake.   Yeah, in three weeks I am going to take a vacation.  10 days!  I am so fucking excited.  I love cottage country.  Mind you this is not where I am used to going.  This one is in Quebec.  Get me, world fucking traveller:P  It is only 30 minutes out of Ottawa, but it has some french name I can't remember, which makes it that much more uber cool.
So now I am going to brush up on my french.... nah, not really.  Just going to work.  Have a great day.

Finally, no connection to the post, but cutest pic I have seen this week and wanted to share:

Happy Father's Day Douche bag

So, I went to my parents and celebrated my Dad.  Then I went home and started thinking (always dangerous) of my relationship with my biological father.  I thought of his birthday in March, and how our last interaction had not been a total disaster.  Hell, but our standards it was practically a magical moment.  So I figured what the hell give the guy a call, it's father's day.
It started off okay, I asked him how his day went.  He had mentioned how he and my brother had taken their families over to my grandfather's house.  It was a bit awkward, because the obvious thing is I had not been invited.  But really, it was with my grandfather, so he saved me from having to come up with an excuse not to go.
That's when it happened.  Looking back I huge over reacted.  Because in all honestly now I don't think he meant to be mean... but that almost makes it worse.  "We would have invited you along, but it was all couples, and we wouldn't want you to feel out because you are single."  Single?  When people wonder why gays fight for marriage and recognition, I can't even get my father to acknowledge that not being with a woman does not make me single.
Well, when Jamie gets stung, he fights back.  So I mentioned it not being a big deal because I was with my real family anyway, which, looking back was an asshole thing to say.
I was on another blog making some comments about his blog post about father's who do not try to raise their sons, yet feel the right to comment on their sons sexuality.  It was a big talk on how over the relationship with my father I am.  Oh, I looked back at my three comments  : The boy doth protest too much.

We got robbed

ROBBED!  Yes.  One of the fucking little pricks from upstairs, I am sure.  The little slutty daughter from upstairs keeps bringing these little wannabe gangbangers, and the little fucks are always causing problems in the neighbourhood.  Anyway, little fucker stole dvds, C's laptop, cds and dumped the tea on the floor looking for pot.  Worst part is that he broke a window to come in and put his hands on our shit.  I could give a shit about the stuff, I mean it's not MY laptop.  But I gotta say, if that kid got my laptop and pressed the icon marked porn.... He may come screaming to give it back.  As it is I think if he gets a closer look at the DVD collection he lifted he may be horrified to have some of them in his possession.

Poor Nelson stayed holed up under our bed.  C said this is why we should have a dog.  Does he know nothing of how I spoil my animals?  Has he not seen proof of this.  THIS would be my dog.

*Le sigh*  And a lone disc from the third season of True Blood left in the PS3, which surprisingly was NOT stolen.  WTF?  funny enough I also am a little insulted at what fucker did not lift.

So fucking tired

Friday, after work, I had work.  I hate that.  Not a good way to start a weekend.  On Saturday we went to see Snow White and the Huntsman.... FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE!!!!  Why was it horrible?  I would like to blame Kristen Stewart, and she was horrible, but the worst part was like one person wrote the beginning (which was okay), another the middle (which was mind numbingly dull) and then another the end, which included a screeched speech meant to inspire the troops.  I think they only went to shut the bitch up.But apparently none of these three people spoke to each other and wrote independently, without a solid plot.  Plot-lines were abandoned without resolution.  total character turn abouts with no motivation or reason behind it.  So basically it sucked balls.  And before someone says it.... it sucks homeless old man who has not had a shower in eight years balls.

So Sunday I had to work night.  I am not a fan of the midnight to 6 shift.  But the worst thing was a 9:30 PM on call.  Which means, me trying to adjust my sleep schedule, because I have my "real" job on at 8AM.  So trying to sleep through the day, but then have to call in at 7:30, no to the oncall, come in at midnight.  So to try to go back to sleep.... Fuck I am tired.  One would think this means I slept like a baby last night.... nope.  Last night I tossed, I turned.  I was a miserable prick most of the day.  So here I am, going on about 2 hours last night.  It's gonna be a hell of a day.

I will not give cunt-face the satisfaction

So I did not quit my job.  I just was not going to do that.  This is to be my lesson in maturity and as my mom would stay "sticktoitiveness"  Cause, yeah, that is so a word.  I've decided I would be zen. I will let it all go and just

I smile, I am calm, I am competent and give each people a true customer service experience that they will hold as their new standards in excellence.

Well.... I refrain from spitting in their food.

No big confrontation.  Cunt-face has not changed.  But I have decided ME saving money for school is far more important than this little person who only HAS a job because mommy and daddy retired, and has never had a real job experience.  

So because I am strong.  Because this is only a part time job for three months before I get to go on to my awesome future.  Because of all that for three months I will tow the line.  I will be "lovin' it" *groan*

But in my mind

Oh What is that God-awful smell

*Warning, really gross post*



It's in the fridge. And the freezer. It's fucking vile stench would gag a maggot. I literally threw out everything, it still smells. I washed it down with bleach. It still smells, though not as bad. Now I put that baking powder filter things in. I hope that ends the stench. I have not found the source. C is slightly pissed at the fridge purge, but there is no way I am eating anything that marinaded in the odor. I'd gag thinking about it. But then he doesn't know. He was not there at the height of disgusting late yesterday afternoon, coming home from shift and nearly threw up walking by the unopened fridge. I mean WTF?

So it still smells.  Reeks.  In fact even C was admitting he smelt it too, and his sense of smell is not as sensitive as mine.  So we spray the furniture.  The carpet.  We put CLR drain cleaner down the drain.  It's the fridge.  We pull it out.  Oh. MY. Fucking. God.  There, trapped in a downward spiral a squirrel.... a fucking squirrel, had snapped it's neck on the rungs of the fridge and it rotting corpse was cooking there in the heat and the mechanical parts.  Brown decomposition running down the fridge, or a C put it "squirrel juice".  Mmmmm,, yummy:P

   Apartment still smelling a bit, though C says it is just me.  Dude, you did not even smell it to start with.

Trashed

Barbecue at our place.  9 people.  Steaks on the grill.  Salads.  Beer.  LOTS AND LOTS OF BEER.

Typical May 24 weekend.

Woke up this morning, still dressed, laying in bed.  My iPhone went off in my pocket.

C was sleeping on the couch.  The apartment and back yard spotless.  Poor C.  Sometimes I think he should hate my drunken friends and me.  But he loves to just sit and watch us all get foolish and party like lunatics.

Jake and his girlfriend spent the night (hate her).  Ali spent the night.  Kay and her husband left with the kids, thankfully.  It was a hungover crowd this morning, and pictures.  Well if the neighbors did not already hate us they would after last night.  Now I am here, after a day of flea markets, drinking a rum and coke.  Damn, some days it is good to be me.  

officially a quitter

I hate giving up.  I do.  I'll be the last guy in a losing argument.  I will negotiate, I will wiggle, I will give a little to get a little, but giving in completely goes against my grain.
I've been having problems with my new job.  I go home after every shift and feel like ripping someone's head off, and usually C needs to put up with be being not my usual bitchy self, but mean nasty, "fuck you and your little dog too" attitude.  The worst part of my job is this thing called "on call".  For those of you who do not know what this is (lucky shits), it means you call in a couple hours before your shift starts to find out if you are needed.  What this means is if you have an on call at 5 o'clock on a Saturday and you get invited to a barbecue, you can't drink until after you call at 3 o'clock to find out you may be working.  These are considered "scheduled shifts", even if you don't work them.  So when your boss promises you 3 or 4 shifts a week, half of those or more, you may not be working.
But back to my barbecue at 3 o'clock.  I call in, no work.  Part of me was pissed off as I would like the hours, the other part was happy to hang up the phone and grabbed a beer.  Then 4:30 hits, I get a call, my "on call" is back on.  Uh, no.  Sorry, drinking an hour and a half in the sun.  No, I am not fit to work.  My boss was being a real dick, so I hung up the phone.
So last night I went in for my shift to find it cancelled.  No call, no nothing.  "You know you still have to pay me for three hours," I told him.  He told me he left a message, I went into my received calls, nothing from him.  He just shrugs and said he must have dialed the wrong number.  "Then you still have to pay me for three hours."
"No, I called the number you left, if you gave me the wrong number that is your fault."  I fucking snapped.  "Dude, you managed to call me on Saturday for the on call you told me was off."

He "suggested" I re-evaluate how much I want this job.  So basically, I shut up and not get paid for the three hours for the cancelled shift I showed up for, or I have no job.  Fuck that.  I may be able to small that big shit eating grin while customers treat me like shit, but to pick up a dozen hours and have a boss treat me like shit, I think not.
But the oh-so-childish part of me wants to just not show up for my shift.  I want to just send a big "Fuck you" to him.  BUT I probably will not and give a whole two weeks notice and all.  Not for him, but because I don't want to be that guy.

I hate New Age language

I hate terms like issues and owning something.  To me you can not own your behavior if you do not accept the consequences of your actions.  I do not know how my generation got to the point where we think that admitting wrong behavior is the limit to the consequences there should be.  WTF?  No, feeling guilt is NOT the same thing as accepting responsibility.  Responsibility is accepting consequences.  If you feel your deeds should be consequence free just because you feel bad, you are not really "owning" it.  Because owning something requires accepting all of it.
"I have anger issues", it sounds like a positive step towards the resolution of your issues.  But no, much like the ownership of guilt, kids (and by that I mean people mostly my age) use this as an excuse to do whatever they fucking want with no remorse.  Not the way it works people.  Having an issue is admitting a problem.  What is the point if you do not try to work on or resolve the problem?  *le sigh*  Some days I really hate my generation.

drunken night

I got silly, stupid, ridiculously drunk last night.  Went out with a couple of friends and the reverse happened of what usually happens.  Usually you plan for about a party of six to eight, and you are lucky if four show.  This time everyone seemed to bring one or two, so there we close to two dozen in our group.    I can't remember when I've had so much fun.
I woke up feeling watched.  You know that super paranoid feeling you get.  I woke with a start, Nelson staring at me from the foot of the bed.  Usually he is not allowed in our room when we sleep, but occasionally he manages to sneak in.  Not pointing any fingers here, or assigning blame, but for some reason when I drink C forgets to make sure he is out of the room.  I would have ignored him, but the moment I rolled over he attacked my foot with claws and teeth.  He is still very much a kitten with a few things.  Though he no longer goes foolish with tinfoil balls (unless you put catnip in it), two things turn him into that kitten he was a year ago.  1.  Laser pointer, better yet, two laser pointers.  2. any movement under a blanket or sheet.
"Get out, Nelson," moving my foot away from him, which only caused another pounce.  Now C is not a cat person.  He is very much a dog person, and is used to dogs.  In a very strong commanding voice he says : Nelson out.  And of course the animal reacted like any cat in the world would.  He gave me a look of "is he fucking kidding me", and deliberately sprawled out on his back, stretching, taking up as much of the bed as he possibly could.
C complains the cat does not listen.  Really?

Amendment on in NC passed.

Gotta say I was completely shocked.  I mean you hear the shit going on in the states but you do not really believe most people buy into it.  For those of you unfamiliar with the amendment one  “Constitutional amendment to provide that marriage between one man and one woman is the only domestic legal union that shall be valid or recognized in this State.”


I know, I am not in North Carolina, Not in America. But this amendment really captured my attention because basically, it was not about legalization of gay marriage (regardless of whether this amendment passed or not, same sex marrage will still be illegal), what this amendment did was take away the legal right to challenge the state about gay marriage.  It wrote bigotry into the constitution.  


Less than eight hours later this email was fired off: Since Amendment One has passed when will we get a memo or something that outlines what changes we need to make to our health plan to be in compliance? I recall when the Democrats on the Commission forced the issue and added these benefits for homosexuals that a number of legal experts said it was illegal then – including the City attorney. Now that Amendment one has passed it obviously is illegal to offer this benefit as there is now only one ‘domestic legal union’ recognized in the state.

Prior to the vote most scholars (left and right) said that Amendment One would eliminate local faux ‘marriage’ benefits for homosexual employees. I would cite them but you know them all too well.

Still, I would like to know when the Board can expect information on the changes Amendment One wrought (or are we going to break the law and spend scarce resources on litigation we will likely loose)? 


Yep, the end of benefits for same sex partners, and the next step, any common law partners too?  I am currently insured through my dad.  But with me being the child of a woman he never technically married, I guess in North Carolina I would be next on the chopping block.  But wait.... I could be considered on my partners insurance..... nope.  This does not just hurt gay people, but it was obviously the focus and intended target.


Obama.... you wily politician you.  I do think his coming out in support of gay rights was well timed.  And I am not complaining.  After all, he has a career to think about.  He "came out" on a day where anyone with the slightest bit of caring about equality would be pissed.  Well done sir.  Your timing was impeccable.
   Picture stolen from A of http://andreashealingjourney.blogspot.ca/2012/05/times-they-are-changin.html?showComment=1336726895715#c9043605655041494006

Lastly:
going in a coffee shop, as a door was closing I ran up and grabbed it, the woman in front of me was embarrassed she had not held the door.  "Sorry, I didn't realize you were coming so quick."
Me: "sorry, I'll try harder next time"
She did not get it for a couple of minutes, right around the time she took her first mouthful of coffee.
Priceless.

I know stupid people #3

and I am not just bragging.  Ironically, a friend of Samantha of this post.  

So this guy dropped out of school after first year.  He is now working in a meat packing plant.  He's talking to me and Sam about how hard life is now that he is in the "real world", yeah because my world is just so Fluffy.  

Obviously this guy has never learned the meaning of the word "literally", but he thinks it is a great word to stress his point.

"I fractured my knee cap three weeks ago.  I still have not had a day off to get x-rays."  Okay, I'm smelling bullshit, because there is no way you can work a very physical job with a fractured fucking knee.  But anyway.... "No literally I could not walk."  Yet he worked.... hmmm.

"Literally I was dying."  No, because you lived.

"It's so cold I literally got carpal tunnel syndrome like the week I started."  Yeah, dude, if you got carpal tunnel syndrome I would not blame a few days of working in the cold, but maybe time to lay off the porn.

So after (yeah, I'm mean), I said to Sam if the guy said literally again I was going to deafen myself with a pencil.  

"I didn't see what being able to read had to do with it either."

"No, Sam that is LITERACY.  He said literally."

 

"I don't know what that word means."