Ugh

The website I linked back to for my 'cool' website design is over their bandwidth limit.
Great.
I'll have to put up with this design until I can figure out how to do my own ...from scratch.

That'll be.....I guestimate, 2008.

Damn the TTC to hell

Well, I awoke this morning to find out that there is no TTC service this morning. The lovely 45 minute commute I must endure has been shoved in my face, and therefore obliterating anyway of getting to work. After scrambling to get myself dressed and ready to go; I decided to put on a local television channel to find out if I needed a jacket or not.

Hark! What's this? My subway station on television?
"Great", I thought, "A delay into work...how lovely. What a wonderful Monday morning this is turning out to be."

I decided to listen in just a little longer and found out that they're interviewing people. Great. I don't want to be on TV! They better be gone by the time I get there. Bastards.

Ah, but the joke is on me; AGAIN. There are reporters everywhere. Chaotic drivers everywhere. Cab lines busy. The TTC has ground to a halt.
Fantastic.
I have no car. I live a good walk away from a train station into town; and goodness only knows how busy the last train going into the downtown core will be.

What am I supposed to do? I'm the TTC's bitch. So, I shall be sucking it up; again. How does the TTC get away with shit like this!?

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Well, after messing up my blog big time, I decided it was time for a change.

My thoughts on editing HTML 'code' are...none. I can't do it and had my husband walk me through it for a good portion of the way.

At the end of the day; this new blog is an admission that I messed something up so badly that I couldn't repair it....and voila! This is what I get. Pretty good mess up; no? I like!

Workers-Shumerkers? I think not

I hear some people at work say "You're here to work, not to make friends"; and I just want to be on the record here. I couldn't disagree with you more.

I've been at my current workplace for about 3 years, and another for 1, and I've met some great people. These people have heard me vent so hard I shook, hugged me when I cried, heard me talk about things that would make others squirmish/queasy/laugh, and remembered my birthday when I didn't think they would.

So for those of you who think that work is just for work; I feel really sorry for you. I've made some terrific friends that I feel will last me a lifetime--just because I gave them the chance to be my friends; workplace or not.

Thank you for being there (in alpha order), AY, BI, DS, KA, KG, TB, TP and VB....you guys are the greatest!

*MY* Revolution

Ok, so I'm not super cool like Mario over here, but I did do this really cool tap dance move that got my husband laughing in hysterics.

For those of you who haven't figured it out yet; I purchased Dance Dance Revolution: Mario Mix.

Sure, it *LOOKS* easy...those are famous last words. Man, it was hard! Granted I thought I'd burn off more calories than the 76 I did in about 75 minutes or so; but it sure was fun!

I'm still on the 'easy' part of the game, and it's still a little difficult--as I haven't gotten A's in all of my 'dance combos' (please stop laughing), but it's been a blast! I'm going to enjoy playing on that! I'll give you more updates on it as time goes on.....*giggles*

Still Off the Juice

Well all, I'm officially off the juice now for *time check* 2 full cycles, 12 days and 23 hours...and counting. I have definitely noted some interesting changes.

In the spirit of my new 'creative' energy, I shall count them down ....David Lettermen styles:

Top 10 Signs that Nancy has Been off the Pill for 2 Months!

#10: I've purchased stocks in Tylenol. With headaches all the time, might as well!

#9: I'm grateful that my work email won't open; one less thing I have to scream about under my breath.

#8: My face looks like I've reverted back to being a 13 year old pre-pubescent child.

#7: PMS has multiplied by a factor of 1 million. To the exponent 2 billion.

#6: I cry when the paternity result shows that he IS NOT the father. Damn that Maury Povich! But she was adopted...dammit! It was supposed to 'be'....ahhhhh

#5: TOM* arrives at random times of the day...instead of at 11am on Thursday. Yes, that's why I'm running to the bathroom on Tuesday/Wednesday/Friday with my bag. And yes, it used to be 11am on Thursday. Like clockwork!

#4: Male co-workers look in in direction and leave the room without even saying a word. PMS is that prevalent. It seeps into the air.

#3: Dreams about walking penguins become a nightly occurrence!

#2: Sleepwalking to the living room DECLARING that I have to walk my penguins becomes a weekly occurrence.

and the #1 reason you know Nancy has been off the juice for 2 cycles is................

#1: I'm hunched over my desk, digging into my abdomen....Now my ovaries stab my for approximately 3 days screaming "How do you like DEM apples!?"

*TOM=Time of Month...just in case you didn't' know

I'm not THAT negative!

For those of you who think I'm a little too negative on my blog...it simply isn't the case. This tripartite relationship between myself, my blog and all of you, is mostly a venting board...what I feel about during a particular day.

Today, my friends, has been a good day. And it's only lunchtime!

I had breakfast with friends...real, true friends.....I'm having lunch with other friends and it's a long weekend! How can I complain...Especially after my morning.



My way into work isn't the most glorious of trips. I sit on public transportation for about 45 minutes and travel through underground tunnels to avoid the nasty weather outside. There is one point during my travels that I thoroughly look forward to.

There's a fairly large collection of water in one area; I think it's a corporation's attempt at trying to make some type of water feature/fountain. Anyhow, everyday when I walk by this 'fountain' there are a family of ducks there. They are the most serene things I've ever seen......just waddling around, without a care in the world.

Mother nature is a funny lady; She paints the male ducks these wonderful greens, taupes and whites and the female ducks this range of drab browns. The reason why I say that Mother Nature is a funny lady is the fact that she has to colour the male ducks these vibrant colours to merely attract the female ducks. How funny is that!

It would great to be a duck....what do they have to worry about? The rain?!

Ahh...everything is right in the world today. Have a great one!

Totally Indifferent

People are stupid.
It's a fact--I can't change that. When people are stupid and don't recognize that they are; I can't change that either. Rude people are rude people--sometimes they improve, sometimes they don't. I've accepted that.
Stupid things happen all the time. People from the past have been angry with me about the stupidest things. Well, I woke up today...and I discovered that I'm indifferent to them now. I absolutely don't care!

A good friend of mine introduced me to a great song, and the lyrics are very fitting for how I'm feeling about these 'situations':

I`m not ready to make nice

I`m not ready to back down

I`m still mad as hell and

I don`t have time to go round and round and round

It`s too late to make it right

I probably wouldn`t if I could

`Cause I`m mad as hell

Can`t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

The words aren't 100% accurate....in particular the lines that say "I'm mad as hell". Again, I honestly...don't care. I really and truly don't. I just can't bring myself to "make nice" and do things YOU think I should.

Being really angry at someone or a situation puts it up there on your subconscious. It takes up all your energy and your thought. It consumes your entire being. I've discovered something through the years....not caring about a situation is much much worse. Not worse from my perspective (again, I don't CARE), but from your perspective.

I just don't care if you're hurt, or upset anymore. Your feelings mean nothing to me. I was, at one point in time, worried about it enough and tried to make it right; but if you're not reciprocating, I don't care.

Not anymore.

The Return of the Clack Clacks

Well, it's that lovely time of year here in the Southern Ontario. We've had a very slow arrival to summer--which I am NOT complaining about. Ontario usually has a 5 month winter, 3 week spring, 5 month summer and 3 week fall...and repeat..

This year has been gorgeous! For the last 2 months we've had 15-20C weather, bright sunshine and gentle breezes, absolutely wonderful.

Now, you know I wouldn't be writing if I was just going to be speaking about something positive....right?

What I don't get....(please God in heaven, explain this to me)...is why women wear shoes they can't walk in. Seriously folks, why do women walk around in these crazy get-ups called sandals and they're impossible to walk in. They're not strapped down, they're impossible to even contemplate how these women even gotten into them, and they barely stay on their feet. So when they walk down stairs, escalators, or even down the hall, all you can here is "CLACK CLACK". That infamous snap of the sandal against a bare foot. You know what I'm talking about. Listen for it.....it will be there. I guarantee it.

So, my friends and neighbours, the season of the clack clacks has officially begun.

When I'm trying to walk down the stairs to get to the subway on time and I have some stupid girliegirl trying to walk in her stupid sandals....remember the clack clacks.

Listening to crazy women giggling because they left their a sandal on the escalator.....remember the clack clacks.

And when I hear that infamous dragging of the feet because they don't know how to pick up their feet off the ground a mere 1/2 an inch....remember the clack clacks.

It's going to be an interesting summer!

Dreams

I've been dreaming a lot lately...Especially since I've been off the pill (more on my editorial on being off the pill later).

For some strange stupid reason, I've been dreaming a lot about penguins. Penguins swimming, penguins playing, penguins keeping warm.....Penguins everywhere!

I chalked it all up to watching the "March of the Penguins" a while back; afterall, it was a great movie! The movie also had sad parts which made me think it stayed in my subconscious.

After dreaming about them again last night, I decided to scour the internet trying to find a meaning behind my dreaming about these little creatures.

Oddly enough, there are a ton of dream definition resources out there! And penguin is listed! Here's what I found on a few different websites:

Penguin: "To see a penguin in your dream, signifies that your problems are not as serious as you may think. It serves as a reminder for you to keep you cool and remain level-headed. Alternatively, a penguin seen in your dream suggests that you are being weighed down by your emotions or by a negative situation. You need to find some balance and inner harmony. "

Penguin: "The penguin is an interesting earth-bound bird that lives in and around the ocean. As a dream symbol it may represent concrete thinking, feelings of being burdened by unwanted emotions, lethargy, and a need to achieve balance. Think about your dream and see if any of these ideas are relevant to you. Superstition based dream interpretation books say that the penguin indicates that your problems are not as serious as you may think them to be."

Seems a theme might be running here, eh?
Now that I know what these little creatures 'symbolize', let's see if I dream about them anymore. That'll be kind of sad though; they're so cute!

Rest in Peace, Papi

My good friend's father died on Sunday; totally unexpectedly.

He was always there with a friendly smile when we came over to visit, telling M.P. to be careful, be home on time and to enjoy herself....

We used to see him all the time running around in his yard; tending to whatever needed to be tended to. His chickens were fed, his cat was stroked, his yard was cleaned....

M.P....I'm so sorry for your loss-that sounds so trivial...there are no words for me to express my heartache for you. Your loss was not only your own, but the world's. He was a great man, and you should be proud of that. You'll always be his little girl...and we'll always remember him.

R.I.P. Papi