Whatever!
Without me going into a lengthy, whiny post, let me just say this: I totally suck, and I'm just not in the mood to blog.
Now on a good point. I had a mystery shopper in at work, and I got a perfect score, and I won $75 out of the deal.
A bit of info: The gas shortage in Ontario is only at gas stations that get their gas from the Imperial refineries (supplying places such as Esso, Canadian Tire gas bars, and Shell), not all gas stations are going to run out of gas, so quit acting like it's the end of the world people! You'll get to drive your gas sucking SUV's ok!
Anyone that reads me, that wants to say hi, go head and e-mail me. I'm not completely anti social, I just don't feel like blogging. Luv ya's!
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Warning: Lots of kitty talk ahead!
I absolutely love this cat. He is just too cute. We had a little bit of chaos on the first day I brought him home. The dogs were super curious and wanted to play with Prince, and they had him cornered in the laundry room. He spazzed out on Coco, and so Coco was barking at him, which was scaring him more. Stupid me went in and got between them, and I have the claw marks on my head to prove it. I should have snapped a picture. I looked so frightful, hair all over the place and blood running down my face.
That first night he had found a spot to hide in my closet, up on top of all the hangers of clothes. I'd walk in my room calling for him, and all I'd see is a pair of glowing eyes in my closet, it was pretty cute.
By yesterday Prince has taken up squatters rights in the bathroom. He's been sitting on top of the counter by the sink, and waits for someone to come talk to him. I've tried carrying him out to the kitchen and living room, but he gets scared and wants to run back to the bathroom or my bedroom, and who can blame him. Poor lil guy!
Last night he actually stayed on the bed when Coco came into my room to lay down. I have a blanket on my floor for Coco to sleep on, because he's not able to climb up on the bed anymore. I had to hold Prince down until Coco laid down, then Prince got up, walked over to the edge of ther bed and watched to make sure that the big bad ass pooch was in fact laying down instead of stalking him, and he finally calmed down and came up to snuggle by my head.
I'm going to have to build a good big shelf to put the cat food and water up off the floor. Coco is a huge food thief. His bowl will be full, but he'll go eat Pugsy's food, then he'll walk down to my room then eat the cats food. I went out for a couple hours last night, and when I left, the cats dish was full of food, when I came home it was bare. I know Prince didn't eat all that food, so it had to have been Coco. Damn hog dog.
Still no pictures yet, I'm waiting for Prince to get more comfortable with being here, and the dogs before I start making the flashy thing go off in his face. Boy does he ever love to play though. I need to go get him some more toys. He's already ripped the ears, eyes, and nose off the little white mouse toy, and now I can't find it, so maybe he just ripped it to shreds.
Now onto other crap, today is my second anniversary, I've been an absolute emotional wreck the last few weeks, and I thought today was going to suck ass bigtime, but surprisingly I'm pretty cool. Just one thing I know is I'll never ever get married on Valentines Day ever again. That's if I ever get married again at all. I just don't want to be so bitter and bitchy as I have been. I would have loved to make my marriage work, but I'm not going to let someone walk all over me, and treat me like shit in the name of love.
We haven't talked since I told him that he might as well file for divorce, because I'm not coming back. He messaged me the other night on msn, being a dick. Last night he sent me a message that said "Was nice knowing you". I'm just ignoring it now. If he really wanted to talk, and work things out, he wouldn't keep making me feel like an asshole, and he wouldn't keep making spiteful mean comments to me then hanging up the phone, or just going offline. He'd stand up, be a man, and actually deal with it.
Well M just got here for coffee, so I'm going to go hang out, and keep my mind off shit. For all oh those who aren't bitter and angry today... Happy Valentines Day.
P.S. My friend Shida sent me a very sweet poem to my e-mail that she wrote for me. She is awesome!
A lil pussy please?
Well, I'm picking up a kitty today!
I talked to my friend Shida yesterday, because her girlfriend works at a really good pet store in Barrie. I was asking her if they had kittens at the store, how much etc. She told me that they're still looking for a home for Prince (one of the kittens that her cat Nookers had). Prince is a dainty little puss, pure black, beautiful little bugger at that.
When I came back from Ohio and went to spend a weekend at Shida's place I just instantly fell in love with lil Prince. He's a loveable guy, and starts purring as soon as you pick him up. He's talkative, playful, and best of all he's still somewhat of a kitten. He's under a year old, just got neutered last week, so that's something I won't have to worry about getting done. He's good around dogs, so all of that seems just perfect to me.
So, I'm just waking myself up with some good coffee, then I'll be getting ready and heading out to go pick up kitty supplies, then go pick him up.
For some strange reason my mom doesn't like black cats, maybe she's just superstitious (did I spell that right?). I told her that she won't be able to resist Prince's charms. He is just that loveable and cute.
Soooooo, stay tuned for pictures of the new addition to my family. I am so excited. I've been having kitty withdrawals, and usually get my fix at L's house, she's got five furry friends living there.
Kitties and other yapping.
I'm having a wonky kind of day. Crying because I miss Taz, Stash, and Jojo so damned bad it hurts. Ever since I was a little girl I've always had cats around. So since I left my husband, and couldn't bring my cats back with me I've missed them so bad, but I still wasn't sure if I was going back or not. That's also the reason why I haven't brought home a little baby kitty yet.
So after months of lots of deep thinking and fighting with the husband, and trying to work things out I came to the decision that it would just not ever work. No matter how much I still love him (even with the bullshit he threw at me) I just won't go back. I'm enjoying my life way too much being back here with my family, friends, and everything I've known.
Since I made that decision, I know I'll be pretty stable, so I've decided that I'm going to get a kitten. I went looking for one last week, and I found one that was up for adoption. A little black bugger that looked just like Taz (I really like black cats and tabbies). He was about 8 weeks old, but at that point I really couldn't afford the adoption fee. It was $150, and it included all his shots, and a voucher to get him neutered when he comes of age. I had only had enough money to get supplies for the kitty such as a litter box, food, dishes, and toys, so I couldn't get him. I saved a bit of cash, because if he's still available this week I'm going to adopt him.
Then there is this other cat up for adoption. He is a total sweetheart. He's black and white, medium length fur, and he's just beautiful. His name is Moo.
Well it's time for me to get ready for work, lets hope that in the last 14 hours that someone else finished chopping and scraping away at the snow/ice around the pumps. My body is just killing me!
I am a hardworking twit!
Ever since the first time I got a computer, it has never been in the same room as the tv (well except for at my home in Ohio). I've had a laptop since just a couple days after Christmas, and when I've been online it has usually been in my room, or at the table at Booboo and Marc's place. Not once have I sat down and played online while watching tv, until tonight.
Today I was sitting at the table having coffee with mom, dad, and M and I had the most brilliant idea ever. Gee why don't I take the ginormous long ass phone card from mom's computer and put a shorter one on, so that I can take my lil lappy out to the couch and tap away until my heart's content...IN COMFORT!
Here I sit wearing my bleached out (thanks mom) Spongebob pajama pants, red t shirt that says "1/2 Sweet 1/2 Dangerous, and I'm wrapped in a comforter. With a full belly to boot.
Work sucked tonight, well work didn't suck, but I worked my ass off and now my body is just aching. We're supposed to keep the area around all the pumps free of snow, and apparently nobody bothered to shovel whenever there was snow and it built up to about 2 inches of packed down snow and ice. The lazy fuckers!!The boss is coming back from vacation this week, so I decided to start getting rid of the snow/ice buildup. I got most of it done, but my back started to give out by the time I was ready to shovel the chunks of it out of the way, and I had already worked almost half an hour past the end of my shift. I was one tired puppy by the time I left, and pretty fucking hungry too.
Would you believe that there is not one sub shop open after midnight in this stupid town? Before I left in January 2005 there was a Subway that was open until 2 A.M. Now? Everything is closed, even Mr. Sub which used to stay open until 3, sometimes 4 A.M. on weekends.
I didn't really want food from a burger place. I was craving a roasted chicken sub loaded with lettuce, tomato, olives, and hot peppers, instead I went to Burger King. I ended up buying enough food to feed a fucking army (ok, army of one), and guess what? I ate it all. Oh yes I did motherfucker, yum yum.
So yeah, after working hard, and freezing my butt off, I enjoyed my heart attack special from Bk, and now I'm watching the Speed channel. Only one week left until the Daytona 500. YIPPEE! I'm about ready to fall asleep, so good night people of Internetville!
Do I Really Need A Title?
Remember in my last post I said something about dropping everything and just taking off somewhere?
Well tonight I've just been thinking of all the things I daydream about. Some of the things I think of are downright nutty, stupid, good, sometimes violent (normally I visualise beating the crap out of someone I'm angry with..haha), or just downright normal.
When I was 16 I was lucky enough to take a family trip to San Andres Island. It's part of Colombia, but it's off the coast of Nicaragua. I had the best time ever on that trip. The locals I met were great people, and I spent a lot of time with them.
There were a bunch of people who would roam up and down the beaches braiding peoples hair for $20 per person. I got my hair braided, and god did it ever look awful. I don't have the proper head shape to pull it off.
So back my the daydream part of this post. Ever since going on that trip one of my most favourite daydreams is where I just hop on a plane to some tropical destination, live in a little shack not far from a beach, and to make my living I'll just braid a shit load of hair.
Another daydream, or perhaps just a life dream of mine is to have a career in the travel and tourism industry. I love to travel, and to become a Destination Representative for those big vacation companies such as Air Transat Holidays, Sunquest Vacations etc, has been on my Dream Job list since my early teens.
Lately I've been thinking of this dream an awful lot. Problem is, I'm not a very academic person. I HATE being stuck in classes, which is why I still haven't got my high school diploma. Yeah, now I feel like an even bigger loser eh. But back to lately. I was checking out the course guide for the Independent Learning Centre, and it made me realize that I'm just stupid for not putting myself through a bit of hell for a year or two just to finally graduate high school.
I can do those courses through correspondence, which means I won't be stuck in classes, and I can work on each course at my own pace.
Basically I'm just so sick and tired of working in minimum wage jobs (even though I do like my current job), not making enough to get what I want out of life. As a Vacation Rep, not only would I get decent wages, but it means that travelling all over the world would be part of my job.
The sad part is, because of all the current wars and bullshit going on in this world, that the travel and tourism industry might not be all that stable...then again, who knows. I'm crazy enough that I would travel to Mexico right now in spite of all the troubles that Canadian tourists are having there (random shootings and so on), so maybe other people would travel in spite of these problems as well.
I'm just considering all the things I want to be when I grow up. Haha! I once wanted to be a top hairstylist just like my brother, but I have no patience to kiss rich bitches asses, or deal with the stupidity of some celebrities. Another of my dream jobs is to be a driver, specifically a truck driver. I LOVE to drive, so what better way to make money than to do something I like doing?
See, I'm in a bit of a reflective mood tonight (uh-huh what else is new), and these are just some of the things going through my mind.
What are some of your dreams, what do you want out of life?
I've Got lots of Cheese to go with My Whine
Do you ever wish you could just drop what you're doing, pack a suitcase and just drive to some random town, city, province (or state) and just start over?
Sometimes I just wish I didn't know anyone, or have any ties to this town, or people from my past. I just want to drop what I'm doing and get in my car and drive to the most random town, city, province (or state), and stay there.
It's actually something I crave on a daily basis, and yet I just can't let myself do it.
What is stopping me? I have no debt, I don't have any children, or animals that I am responsible for (though I sure would miss seeing Coco, and Pugsy).
I think what is making me stay in this town and try to be stable is the fact that I'm still married. And even though we're separated (literally - as in two different countries), and we're at that point where we're about to tell each other to fuck off.
When we got married I was so optimistic and happy about the way my life was going. I wonder if I went into it with too many expectations. I am horrible for that. I had expectations, and assumed that everything was going to be a bowl of cute lil rosy red cherries. Boy was I ever wrong.
I know that all relationships have problems. I understand that, and I put aside my anger, and upset whenever he would do something stupid, get pissed off at me for no reason, or just generally make me feel like shit. I did that just so that I wouldn't become one of those whiny, or bitchy for no reason, nag type of woman. Finally it turned me into what I never wanted to be.
I still don't understand it all, and probably never will. I have thought about things until my head felt like it was going to burst. I would just like to know how to get past this without compromising myself, and what I stand for.
