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Archive for January, 2009
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Sunday, January 25th, 2009Enough is enough!
Sunday, January 25th, 2009I hate fairies
Fairies are creepy. Anyone that thinks their cute has issues. Little people running around doing annoying little spells just gets up my arteries. Pixie dust and sparkles can just be blown-up and ground into dog food for all I care.
I like the Coyote from cartoons. I always wanted road runner to get caught by him. I like the claw who dominated M.A.D in inspector gadget I loved is evil schemes. I understood Gargamels annoyance at Smurfette’s smurfy goodness she needed to be taught a lesson.She also needs voice lessons to help her with that pitch.
To heck with blind ignorance.
The lottery is another one that irritates me I haven’t won yet. They advertise to poor people and the working class. ‘Live the dream’ they say. Most lottery winners live the dream so fast they blow it in year easy. Odds of winning the 649?
1:13,983,816
Yeah thats right. Almost 1 in 14 MILLION. Yeah but once a week I can start to believe after so many ads that I am that one. I am NEO.
Yeah so today I am grumpy smurf, I am Oscar the Grouch.
And you know what? I didn’t brush my teeth today.
I only beleive in parking fairies;p
The pregnant terrorist
Thursday, January 22nd, 2009<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>
How to strike fear into the hearts of the un informed.
While using the elliptical machine at my usual lazy speed in a place I like to call Fatness World, I was coaxed into a conversation by a lady next to me. She asked if I had kids. I said I had one on the way.
The air turned dark, her voice quickened, she said “you cant be doing this”
“What ?” I was confused, I felt involved in some sort of new conspiracy.
“exercising” She said confidently as she rolled along next to me. “You have to consult your doctor first.”
Her eyes darkened and darted around. Did anyone else know I was doing this. I could see her getting a grip of the situation. Gauging who had seen us talking.
“So I said “Really, wow..hmm. Thanks for the advice I will get around to that”.
Not trying to be rude.
Sensing I hadn’t taken he words as seriously as needed she went on. “Yes, anything can happen abortion, miscarriage you just don’t know is very dangerous.”
Her argument almost won me. I had to search my knowledge banks. I was reassured by the movie Sex in the City I had seen recently. The scene where the red headed chick jogs when she is pregnant. I wasn’t jogging- that just felt weird. Like bouncing a balloon full of water between your legs while jumping forward. I was low impact elliptical machine. Not even a sweat. She had almost got me. But ‘anything’ , wow I had to admire her fear factor. This could include so many things, alien abduction, the blob taking over my brain. My friends 11 year old daughter had just covered cell phone cancer for me and baby, so that was out.
After seeing I hadn’t run home to hide in bed, she excused herself and avoided eye contact for the rest of the period we shared in the womens section of the gym.
This is not the first time. I have been kicked out of a job, acupuncturist and a masseuse (apparently that one was legit reasons…)
Being pregnant can be scary for other people. YOU MIGHT POP! Or worse…
Heheh.
In any case a touch of humor never hurt with these types. One would wonder if fear is greater than truth at times. I am not worried. If exercise is the next Bin Laden in pregnant women we would have never made it as a race.
Traitors, dirty, dirty, traitors
Monday, January 19th, 2009<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>
Traitors
So I got a cat. It wasn’t mittens. It was the ONLY cat I was allowed to have in all of the SPCA because I am pregnant. It is my boyfriend replacement.
He keeps my bed warm is home when I get back. Smiles at me when I pet him.
In return I save him from being put down, love him snuggle. Tell him about my day, its true love.
This week I got a room mate to cut down on the cost of living.
IT TOOK LESS THAT 12 HOURS for that traitorous bastard to turn his back on me. Then after spending the whole night in his room he expects me to love him!
Then he returns back to my room mates EMPTY room after he leaves for work to wait for him, while I am home. Not only that he MEOWED out of loss for my new room-mate leaving.
Needless to say I am disgusted.
This is war.
I have made a chart for you to recognize these creatures properly and not get seduced by their game!
Boys make you fat
Monday, January 12th, 2009<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } -
A long time ago before I was ever conceived of my granddad told my mom ‘boys make you fat’.
Taking this literally, she thought about this, perhaps they weren’t such a great idea that day.
Week 18 of my pregnancy started this week according to my obstetric and Gynecologist.
I have a few back up ob/gyn’s the special one is always busy.
The first one was a man. I was a little uncomfortable he was young and uninformed. He told me to eat the same as usual. My usual one corrected his freshman’s mistake.
At week 18 they say you start to lose your center of gravity. My sister always talked about this through her pregnancy. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about but nodded understandingly.
Being fat makes you clumsy. Gaining weight, having a person share your body starts to make me bump into things I never did before.
My center of gravity isn’t out! I just gained 39 lb in 4 .5 months. Good luck trying to chic and slinky. My car makes me angry, heaving my pants on is frustrating, my apartment is getting smaller, everything is in my big asses way! I have a few changes of clothes that fit comfortably and don’t feel like a snake has dislocated its jaw and swallowed me whole in some sweaty jungle somewhere.
So yeah, I am pissy! But not all the time. I constantly have to remind myself ‘that it isn’t that supermodels fault I am pregnant, no she didn’t do it.’ Nor did that guy that cuts me off in traffic. So I manage it with grunts.
Before I get into the gym I am grunting up the stairs like a chain smoking liquor swilling old man. To sit down I make a weightlifters well affected grunt.
When a baby moves in you just have to adjust, and use compromise like every other thing in life.
You make me fat (baby) I am allowed to grunt gainfully all day while doing basic activities.
And if I see a gossip magazine with another freaking flawless pregnant woman who is rail thin with a baby bump in a Versace dress I can snort and tis out loud.
Baby should be 15cm by now and it already has taken over my world maybe housing it for 9 months isn’t so bad. Two would best.
I always thought and still do think human pregnancy is way too long. Apparently elephants are pregnant for two years. And scientists wonder why elephants have funeral rituals.
In any case, I am glad I am over the pregnancy junk food fianza and moving back into normal meals. I can list every scrap of junk food I ate but won’t. (I can be made to admit I loved every second of it)
The trick is pre-preparing meals before I go out and having drinks ready. I can’t go for as long as before without a meal so I may as well roll with it. It also helps with blood sugar levels and mood.
Tomorrow I get my ultrasound so maybe I find out the gender if the person who does the ultra sound can break contract. They aren’t supposed to tell you but you can bug then into it. I should have a right to know.
I am no one of those gender amazed people that think its a great surprise I rather prepare for what comes with each gender. And you can tell me that a boy is the same as a girl in terms of preparation.
Boys can get circumcised. Girls get their periods. Here are some basic things to prepare for at least physiologically.
So that is that with week 18. I am less blue-sy than than month 2. Which just consisted mainly of eating, crying and sleeping (repeat cycle).
This week if anything I am just as spacey as I have been since I found out (more blood, oxygen, medication change — who knows) how ever just more determined to get my life organized and slightly pissy at times.
Use the Force (of your wallet)
Saturday, January 10th, 2009<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>
Every nerdy parents dream has come true.
The Force Trainer (expected to be priced at $90 to $100) comes with a headset that uses brain waves to allow players to manipulate a sphere within a clear 10-inch-tall training tower, analogous to Yoda and Luke Skywalker’s abilities in the Star Wars films.
Don't your want your kid doing this??
If you focus well enough, the training sphere, which looks like a ping-pong ball, will rise in the tower.
Mind-control games may be the coming thing: Mattel plans to demonstrate a Mind Flex game (also due this fall), which uses brain-wave activity to move a ball through a tabletop obstacle course, at the Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas on Thursday.
woah! This happened in Canada eh!
Friday, January 9th, 2009Love
Friday, January 9th, 2009What is love?
You tell me…
Is it romance. Roses, candles, bear-skin rugs.
Or family, friends? Charity?
I think we can assume it has many petals and flows from the same source.
A life without love is obvious to a romantic, lifeless.
In the practical/health sense there are other forms of love; a distanced love with boundaries that allow for healing or personal space.
There is the scales of self love from self care all the way to narcissism.
Vanity smurf
There is lack of ability to self love that is like a pattern that is passed on. I compare this to addictions and dependences (to anything). Sometimes not knowing how to know ones self or what one needs can lead to this.
Fear can make us not reach out for help and support and keep us in these cycles.
Love can set us free of these. Sometimes it takes a lifetime…
The melodies that flow throw ones life leave an impact. Sometimes the melody of a soul can allow your own song to come clear.
Why am I pondering this?
Perhaps its because most discussions people have secretly surround this deep mystery; Where is the love? Am I getting enough? What is love? Who is love? Am I loved? It is a big subject in the undertow of everyone’s lives whether they think consciously of it or not.
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Thursday, January 8th, 2009
So every store is closed.
Friday, January 2nd, 2009Must be a public holiday.
I end up at 7/11 one of my favorite over priced stores. For obvious reasons. Its open.Wooh.
$5 for 200gm of cheese (must be good cheese!). All I want is cheese, I can’t live a day without cheese and tomatos. If not one or the other when my chips are down.
Three stores later I am flooded by the fluorescent glow that is heavenly, its warm inside. I have so many choices of ways to flavor my coffee you would think it was a java shrine. But we all know it is…
But NO! I have focus and mastery over this consumer-seduction, and besides I only have $5 and some change in my pocket. It must be cheese! And I can’t go to the local 24 hour store that is cheaper because my turning signal has decided not to work.
This is a dangerous adventure, I can only do on the back roads near Hastings and Commercial out of police site.
When I get my price lump of cow love, a girl wobbles in to the store and straight to the cashier in front on me. Usually taking this as a ‘consumer offense’ I size the situation up.
She is a beautiful teen, pierced natural hair, blue contacts and high as hell. At first glance, head down with her steaming cigarette barely crushed out I assumed she was a local hooker/crack head. Until I eye-ball her. So you have to imagine instead I was startled by the innocent face that looked back.
She muttered to the cash guy something. To which he said ‘what’ abruptly without re-ajusting the agesd folds of brown skin to accomidate any foolishness. She said it two times more barely audibly. Then someone behind me interpreted the syllables as “Do you have a phone.”
The mans knee jerk reaction was “no”.
I paid for my prize and went outside where she was waving in the breeze looking around. I offered her a quarter for the phone. And she said loudly “Your awesome dude!” Re-iterated her happiness and floated over to the phone.
In most cases this would cause me no bother but something about this whole scene bugged me.
Firstly its Hastings, she is an attractive young lady obviously blasted out of her mind.
Secondly, its night and no one sees a random “dude” snatch women off the street.
I am not over-reacting as Vancouver has a huge problem with women getting nabbed and killed and it didn’t end with Pickton going to jail.http://www.cbc.ca/news/background/pickton/
http://missingpiecesshow.homestead.com/MissingPiecesEpisode7Archive.html
So as I am walking away I start thinking about this. And I wonder if it she would take it oddly if I offered her a ride to where she was going. Scenes bad 42 hour homicide invesigations go hrough my head.
I assured myself she would be okay and she will get home.
My conscience went back and forth like it never has before. And I ended up stopping my car and turning it around. As I sat and rationalised I thought to myself I can’t give her a lift in anyway,I have no turning signal which makes it really unsafe for her and me in traffic. I don’t mind weaving through back alleys a few blocks from home to get cheese but maybe she lives in Burnaby?
As I toyed with this I without thinking flipped my turning signal and it turned on. Weird! I thought. Okay if this is a sign I guess I better go back I went back but she wasn’t there.
I slightly scorned myself. Maybe offering a ride would set up a bad habit for her maybe she would trust the wrong person one day and I should just let her make her decisions. Besides! She was old enough to get high and drunk.
After all that I guess it made me think. The world has changed. What does it take for people or a community to care, to know one another to know that we are all okay?
Are we that much of a business world a girl/woman can’t use a phone to perhaps get home?
I am sure the after effects of missing kids are hard hitting but I think its simple things that help prevent it.
How can a capitalist society become a community again if not for our our good feelings but for our protection from predators? I know change is simple and small but that’s all it takes.
Why can’t there be places that are in every 4 blocks hosted by volenteers that have been reference and criminal checked and are safe places people can go to when they need some help that is basic and isn’t something police will attend too. Must teens and such are too afraid to approach police fr help unless things go really wrong. They are afraid of being arrested for being high/drunk but they need help once in a while too. Kids make mistakes and need to have mentors they can fall back on.
Even if a safe space is too far stretched even extending the helping hand can do it.