If You Don't Know Me...

then stop leaving me messages. Since moving to the Yukon, I’ve gotten a number of wrong numbers. I can understand that, it happens, and I have certainly done that, dialed wrong and got someone else. However, I don’t think I have ever left a message on voicemail I don’t recognize. I’ve been visiting my sister in BC this week and just phoned home last night to check voicemail, and had three messages from people I don’t know who thought they were leaving it for someone else. One guy in particular even called back and left a second voicemail. They all sounded important, with information about times, dates, when someone is to be picked up, and don’t forget to’s…little do they know that their message wasn’t left where they think they left it. I don’t understand why people would leave voicemail when they clearly don’t recognize the voice on the announcing message. So I have decided to change mine when I get home. (My voice is much too raspy right now to bother, as I have a rotten chest cold and sound like Martha Rae) If you call my house, you will soon hear “You have reached Jude’s voicemail. If you don’t know who I am, then please do not leave a message”. Capice?

And then there was the drunken lady who called a couple of months ago and left quite a lengthy voicemail for someone and she made little sense. If I could figure out how to post a .wav file to Blogger, I’d post it here, as I recorded it, just for laughs.

So remember, if you don’t know me, don’t call my house and leave me a lengthy voicemail. I’ll just laugh my ass off, and ridicule you here. And whoever you thought was going to pick you up isn’t coming…

You May Have Heard It From There

a resounding FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Picture it...I was just getting ready for bed, got me some movies and my laptop, had just settled in when one of my sister's cats pushed the door wide open. I didn't want to wake the kids, so got up to push the door closed and slip....my laptop slipped off to the carpeted floor from the bed. Just a short fall, a foot or so, but in its open position...it is now broken. FUCK. It is either the video card or the screen or both. And I was too cheap at the time to buy the complete care warranty. However, I did call tech tonight and was informed that I can upgrade to complete care with Dell (price yet unknown, but likely between $100-300 (1-3 years) for unlimited breakage. The alternative is about $700 in repairs. FUCK. And they're not open tonight to upgrade, only tech is open 24/7.

The good news, if there is any, is that I can upgrade tomorrow, call back to tech and get a box shipped out by next day courier, and have it sent out by Wednesday, and they promised me returned in 7-10 business days. So I'll be without a home puter for a couple of weeks. Whatever shall I do with my time. I have plenty to keep me busy, I am just sick about the fucking computer and my own stupidity. Of course, my sister thought it would be helpful to say AFTER the fact..."well, I was going to ask you why you had your computer on the edge of the bed..."

I wasn't expecting the bed to be so bouncy...when I got up, it bounced the puter to the floor, and it landed on the corner at an angle, near the hinge. FUCK. If it fell closed, it would probably be fine...but oh no, that is not my luck.

anyhow, I am going to go cry into my pillow...its not enough I feel like crap from a rotten stinking cold I came down with, now I have broken my beloved Dell. That will teach me to be so materialistic...sigh...

Vacation Starts Tomorrow!

Never mind the fact that I'm not going anywhere tropical or exotic...going to Northern BC from the Yukon is a treat in that I am not going to be working in child welfare for a week!!! I'll be surrounded by average folks without crack-cocaine issues, domestic violence, or the filthy living condition (unless my sister's housekeeping has REALLY deteriorated). I'm to spend a week with my nephews, my sister and my brother-in-law. I forsee games of cards, the uncerimonious previewing of movies, and walks on sunny days with the children. I am hoping for a few quiet moments here and there to read a little. It's funny, I do more reading when on vacation, even in exotic locales, than I do at home, and at home is where I have the most time. I'm not sure why that is...

All I know is at 5pm tomorrow, I shall be heading south for my 1300kms+ journey via the Alaska Highway, the Stewart-Cassiar Highway, and then I finish up on the Yellowhead Trans-Canada Highway. I'll be taking some pics, but look for them on my other blog, Great Northern Adventures (or Not) so take a peek there by Sunday and you should see something up, if I can get some net time...back to dial-up for a bit...

Carnation Milk

from my dad this morning...

A little old lady from Newfoundland had worked in and around
her family dairy farms since she was old enough to walk, with
hours of hard work and little compensation. When canned
Carnation Milk became available in grocery stores around the
1940's, she read an advertisement offering $5,000 for the best
slogan. The producers wanted a rhyme beginning with
"Carnation Milk is best of all...."She thought to herself, I know all about milk and dairy farms...
I can do this!She sent in her entry, and about a week later, a black limo
drove up in front of her house.. a man got out and said,
"Carnation LOVED your entry so much, we are here to award
you $1000, even though we will not be able to use it.."

THE PICTURE BELOW WITH THE RHYME WAS HER ENTRY.

Out For A Brew or Two - Erin Go Bragh

Yup, went out for a brew tonight with a couple of friends. I even wore my button - Kiss Me I'm Irish AND the silk scarf I bought in Ireland a few years ago. My friend J. and her friend L. went to Boston Pizza for supper and a few beers. I had a delicious set of ribs with the most spectacular mashed potatoes I've ever tasted. It was nice to get out on a Friday night.

I even bought some to bring home and got a free Chilkoot Lager glass with my case. And had a coulple more...

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"Here's to me, and here's to you,

And here's to love and laughter-

I'll be true as long as you,

And not one moment after"

Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays

So I pinched my finger today. It's looking a little purple. I bought an air cleaner/filter thingy by Bionaire, and I was trying to get it out of the box. It didn't have any handles at the top, and it was one of those tall tower ones. So I just poked my fingers into the slats on each side and tried to pull it up out of the box. Then it slipped. Well, one finger slipped. The other one kind of twisted and stuck there. Oh, and I screamed a little. And there was some cursing. But I finally got the fucker out. One of my filters is crushed, I think I can use it, but how in the hell did it get crushed??? Then I plugged it in and it rattles a little. Hmmm. Can't imagaine I won't want t to throw that through the plate glass window pretty soon...so I turned it off. Then I thought I should give it another try, the rattle might settle down. It didn't. It got worse. So I turned it off again. Back to Wal-mart again, what an addict I am...

At the theatre tonight, (for Matthew, yumm) the film broke, so we had a break. Then it began again, and skipped and jumped and finally the got it on track. Matthew was pretty good tonight, but what in the hell is SJP doing. She can't act and she is pretty homely looking, flaky, and weird, Kind of creeps me out.

I bought some treats for my daughter and her boyfriend today...parcel will be posted tommorrow. And if she still doesn't read this thing, it shall be a complete surprise. I am enclosing a webcam, so I can see her beautiful smile, live.

I also picked up Walk The Line on DVD and watched it. I'm sending it off to my mother later this week. I have to say, I was impressed at the effort Joaquin put into his role, as did Reese. Well done, folks. The singing was great, both of them!

Now I want to get me some Johnny Cash music on cd.

There's My Gal

Here's Via, curling up in the rocking chair next to the fire. How long before LB (little bastard) pounces on her... that's my poncho in progress behind her, on hold now while I get my wrist back in shape again.

I'm Surrounded By Idiots

I posted this over on my other blog, but thought it might be worthy of a double post, I ripped part of my fingernail off right before she called, so I am doubly pissy tonight, har de har.

Student Loans. Those two words can cause a major eruption in living rooms across Canada as past and present borrowers shout obscenities about their issues with any financial institution funding student loans.

I have a few for them myself.

And today they choose to aggravate me once again. Last week on March 1st I contacted CIBC Student Loan Centre to get the amount of interest I paid so I could finish my taxes, and to increase the amount I pay. After all, that's why I moved here so I can pay off my student loans faster and get them the hell out of my life. Today missy called and began with a series of questions, and I stopped her and asked her why she was calling, and refused to tell me why she was calling until after she got the answers to her "security questions". Then I told her that I was not comfortable giving her any information because I know that there is no reason for them to call me because I JUST spoke to them last week and updated everything for them, I know that my payment went through because I saw it come out of my bank account online two weeks ago, and the increase was to be for the 15th of this month, which is OBVIOUSLY not here yet, so WHY ARE YOU CALLING? I have no other product with you, and if you think you can talk me into another credit card, you can fuck off. (I didn't actually say those last few words, but the rest I did). She still refused to budge, and continued with the questions. Fine. Ask me the damn security questions, which are typically my current phone number and address, and my birthdate. Then she continues on with questions like am I currently working, what is my work number, etc and she finally got to the reason she was calling. She proceeds to tell me that I am overdue for my last payment of $$$ amount, which was the new amount I had just increased it to. And she tells me it was overdue from February 28th. Um, no hun. Look, how can I be overdue on an amount that was not put into effect until the day after you already took out the correct amount, of which I have proof on my bank statement that it went through. Take my word for it, you are calling in error. For one, you can't take more money out of my account without my permission, so obviously I know when the amount increased and to how much. So she checked her system for when I called in last and saw that I had called on March 1st and STILL didn't believe me. Put me on hold. bitch.

She came back and got a few words out, "Sorry to keep you waiting, now I" and she put me on hold again, for even longer! bitch.

Then she finally came back and informed me that my payment was not actually overdue, and proceeded to tell me why. Um, you stupid bitch. I just told you that. (I didn't really call her a bitch), but I did tell her that she should have simply taken my word for it in the first place, since it was obvious that I had made the change to my account, not them, since they can't. And then I asked her why she couldn't just tell me what she was calling about in the first place before she got into all the stupid verification questions. I can understand the security ones, but to ask me if I am currently working is not exactly a security question, dumbass. (again, I didn't call her names, I don't do that) and I told her that if she could have told me why she was calling in the first place and cut the shit, I could have hung up on her earlier because I have better things to do than defend myself to you.

My question is, how is it that she had the information that my payment amount had been changed, but not when it changed?

Yes, I do have to speed up paying off my loans because I don't see those idiot calls ending anytime soon...

This is What Happens

when you go shopping and you're hungry. I didn't get it all at the same store, but I got it all today...Wal-Mart, Superstore, Liquor store, whatever... Oreos were obviously on sale...

Go Danny Williams, Go!

Well, Sir Paul McCartney and that complete bleach blonded idiot he is married to (sniff, I miss Linda too...) have decided to take on the seal hunt in Canada. Listening to Paul was bad enough but she just sounded like a dumb blonde. The more she opened her mouth, the more I was embarrassed for her. Paul, what are you doing with such a mouthpiece? She opens her mouth and crap falls out. She couldn't complete a coherent sentence that wasn't saturated with Hollywood ooze. Danny did his province well, and I support him and the seal hunt all the way. Heather was such an ignorant bimbo, she didn't even know that they harvest the seal meat to eat. I laughed so hard, ginger ale came out of my nose. If she only knew how many people actually eat seal meat. They sell it canned by the cases alone, and who could forget seal-flipper pie, and the seal penis being marketed to Asian buyers as an aphrodisiac...I could hardly sit in my chair I was so riled up. They are so being used, just like Premier Williams said, and I felt like I was watching a reality show where the rest of the audience knew Sir Paul and Lady Heather McCartney were being "Punk'd"...sad, truly tragic.

In any event, IRREGARDLESS you might say...(inside joke)...I don't think they will have the clout they think they have...don't mess with a Newfoundlander and his livelihood, he's been fucked around enough by others...they fight for what is theirs now, and but hard. And as Danny kept repeating to them tonight was that the Newfoundland seal hunt is sanctioned by organizations such as World Wildlife Federation, United Nations, and the Department of Fisheries Oceans, Independent Veterinarians, the list goes on. But yet Paul and Heather, as celebrities claim to be experts on the topic because they have seen a few videos and photographs of the way the hunt used to be decades ago, or of Greenpeace's fake Newfoundland videos of someone they paid off to illegally kill whitecoats to champion their cause and then try to pass it off as Newfoundland sealers who did it. What do they take the fishers to be, stupid? The majority of sealers are honest and harvest humanely with bullets. Honey, it ain't all about the fur coat, ya blonde idjit. Why don't you take your tested on animals plastered on makeup back to the UK where you belong. And Paul, I was real disappointed that you didn't know what province you were in...it's kind of an important thing when debating on Larry King...suppose I were being interviewed in The Isle of Wight, and proclaimed to have been in London, talking to whatever you call your respective chaps there.

The one thing neither Paul or Heather could grasp is there is no basis for their argument against the seal hunt, no matter if the harvesting method was clubbing or bullets, or spears, or secret decoder rings. Seals are animals that are harvest like any other animal in the world that is in a healthy supply, such as moose, deer, cows, etc. And the other thing is, Paul seems to have no qualms about assuming Sir, an honor bestowed by a monarchy that currently supports the fox hunt, something most Newfoundlanders might find barbaric, oh, sorry, Heather, I meant archaic. What a total idiot. You give blondes a bad name.

Phew, That's Done

I finally filed my taxes tonight. I know, I know, some would say I'm rather early...right G and K? But I generally have mine filed during the first week they accept them e-filed. I received my last piece of information today, so got to it. I'm getting back a nice little amount too, which is always nice. I'm not yet able to claim the Northern Resident's Deduction until after I've been here for at least 6 months, so next year that will come in handy. It's nice to know it's done, then I can file away my forms and forget about it until the money shows up in a week or so, whoo hoo!

Ok, now it's time to rant...