Chillin' With Dick on New Year's Eve

I haven't seen any sign of Dick yet, but his annual New Year's Rockin Eve is on, and the music hasn't been terrible...there is more yet to come...earlier I watched Charlie Brown's New Year's Eve...poor fella missed out on the little red haired girl...again.

so there I was, on the sofa, watching Dick, having scored some milk and home made fudge (S.'s recipe)and when I pulled in the coffee table a little closer, my glass of milk tipped over. The whole glass. It was in a frosty Coca Cola glass, with a narrow bottom. Dammit. What a fucking mess. There was milk everywhere, and it seemed like a gallon or more had spilled. It spilled on my laptop, the table, my plate, the fudge container, my pants, shirt, socks, my blanket, the sofa, holy shit it was everwhere, dripping. Thankfully it only spilled on the bottom corner of my laptop, where there aren't any buttons or openings...phew. I couldn't handle sending it off again, lol. My clothes was that wet, I was dripping, so not wanting to drip milk all over the place to change, I stripped right there in the living room, went back to change and brought a bucket of water into the living room to clean up.

Having learned my lesson, I got yet another frosted glass, this time a sturdy blue glass mug. My friend S. (who's fudge recipe I had used) gave them to me years ago. I put it on a table that I do not intend on moving anywhere soon, and sat next to it. And ate my damn fudge.

It's 9:10pm here in the NWT, and the ball drops in Times Square in less than an hour. There are locals sending up fireworks somewhere, but I can't see them from where I am. I can hear them and they are tripping out Stormy, heh heh...Happy New Year!

Revenge on Telemaketers

Came across this link today and it cracked me up...I haven't had a telemarketer call me here yet, but I sure as hell have had my share of them. I know they're only out there trying to make money, but dammit they are annoying...the telemarketer in this clip really got pranked...lol

Canasta Has Gone To The Whores

I have recently begun playing canasta at Yahoo Games. I've been playing one game or another for years at Yahoo, and this past fall, I got into canasta after a friend of mine (Hi L.) sparked my interest. While she and I have not played yet, I have been practicing with my sister, and with others in the games rooms. They are usually total strangers, and most of the time, have very little to say. I don't understand why they bother going to a designated social room and then say absolutely nothing, but whatever. I get bored with them easy and will often go to another room when someone doesn't chat. Occasionally I play with an asshole who likes to talk about themselves in grandiose ways, or simply likes to insult me. Today I got a real winner...this is the jist of our short conversation...
Me: Hi
Her: Hello
Me: How is your Christmas going?
Her: I didn't get the 15 inch dildo I asked for.

WTF???
It went downhill from there...she kept talking about sex, peanut butter in her snatch and letting the dog lick it out, jamming her dildo up her ass, how many lovers that can't fill her snatch, you name it. What in the hell for, I do not fucking know. She then began calling me a bitch. Meantime, I said very little other than to tell her that she was being crude. She continued to insult me, called me a stupid player, a whore, and a few other choice words. And then she bragged about being the best player on there. Why does someone like this even go to a social room. Probably because she enjoys baiting people. I again said very little other than to tell her I thought she led a very unsatisfying life. We finished the game and I left.

I assumed this person was female because of her icon, but you can change it at anytime, so I suspect it was likely a horny 14 year old boy getting his rocks off by talking dirty. Who the hell knows. All I know was I went in looking for a friendly game of canasta...

Chores For A Lazy Ass

I hate doing chores, housework, that kind of thing. Not many do enjoy it. The one thing I usually try not to put off too long because it isn't fair to the kitties, but I DESPISE changing the cat litter. It only takes a few minutes, but it is NASTY. I can't imagine squatting in that every day like they do. Ick. And I often procrastinate in doing chores because I dislike them intensely. But today I whizzed through in just 30 minutes. And it didn't kill me. The cat litter is done, the pet food area is cleaned (everyone knows how nasty that gets quickly) did all the dishes, and just a general tidy up of the living area. Now I can be lazy again for a few days...the rewards are worth it though.

I do love the resident felines though, and Stormy is keeping a close watch on his new environment...likely wondering where in the hell has she dragged us now. And they seem happy here in the trailer. He sits in the front living room window (at the end of the trailer, you know how the older ones all have the big ass window at the end of the trailer) and waits for me to come home. I can see him jump down off the window as I pull in the driveway. Then he is at the door to greet me, like any dog. Via is more subtle. She just hangs out on the sofa's back edge, waiting for me to greet her, on her terms, lol. She knows she'll get her snuggle time later...

So the chores are done, but I still have some unpacking to do. How long shall I procrastinate with that...it's easier to do with that because unpacked boxes hurt no one...hmmmm...

Merry Christmas Everyone

Well, here we are, moments before Christmas Day. No sign of Santa yet, but I'm sure he will be by soon enough. I was out playing board games (Cranium) with some friends, and they got a call, so the game was a draw. We were in the final round too, in the Cranium. Our group consisted of two nurses and a spouse, two RCMP members, the receptionist and her spouse, and myself (social worker). T'was a fun time until the nurses and RCMP had to go. Even then, I was content to sit and chat with the spouse of one of the nurses who does development work in third world countries. We had a few stories in common, and talk of travel is usually pretty interesting anyhow.

So I was able to get home before midnight tonight. I have to get up and throw the turkey in tomorrow morning, but plan on staying up a while longer tonight. Not much other than the turkey to get up for, and dinner is not until 2 or 3 tomorrow afternoon. I will get up with the kitties so they can have their treats, lol.

I hope that everyone has someone to be with on Christmas Day, be it in person or on the phone. I'll be on webcam with a few tomorrow, so that will be nice...hope the connection is smooth.

now it's back to my little brat pack reunion movie marathon...have watched St. Elmo's Fire, and am just finishing up with The Breakfast Club. I have Pretty In Pink, Less Than Zero, For Keeps, and others yet to go through. The Outsiders is one of my favorites, but not as much as The Breakfast Club. However, I think I will pull out Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Not quite Brat Pack, but still a good ensemble cast, with some hilarious parts...my favorites involve Sean Penn ordering Pizza from class, and Judge Reinhold's character's masturbation scene, heh heh...oh, the reunion is sweet...

Merry Christmas Everyone!

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Retrospective of My 30's

Today I turned 40...where has the last decade gone and what have I accomplished? What have I done? Where have I been, and what have I been up to? I asked myself that today and thought I it was a good inspiration for a post...let's look back on the past 10 years, in no particular order...

• I graduated from university, having started at age 29via distance education; graduated with a BA in Sociology, with and option in Legal Studies and Criminology (basically a double major) in 1999; graduated with a second BA in 2001, this time in Social Development Studies; graduated a THIRD time in 2002 with a Bachelor of Social Work (and all the related debt with student loans!)
• I divorced my husband of 14 years in 2000. For someone who really didn't want to get married in the first place, I lasted a long time, but it was over years before, we just didn't get around to dealing with it. I regained my freedom with that move, and have never regretted it.
• I began my world travelling. I had only been a mental traveller for many years, and insanely jealous of those who had been all over. Finally in 2001 I took the leap and jetted off to Ireland and England for 3 weeks. Since that time I returned to Europe with my daughter in 2002 to visit England, Italy, France and Belgium. Next fall is a trip to Africa if all goes well.
• I bought my first new car this year, at the age of 39. My first car ever was in 1984 when my dad bought me a 1976 Mercury Comet, and I paid him in installments. Then in 1998 I bought a 1987 Toyota Camry, writing that off in 2000. I leased an Echo for 4 years, and turned it in this year when I bought my current car, a Toyota Corolla SE.
• I learned to kayak, took a whitewater canoeing course, and bought a bicycle. I am not nearly as active as I would prefer, but at least it was a start!
• My daughter graduated in 2004 from high school with honors (93% average). While this is her accomplishment, I strongly believe that children who succeed in this way owe a great deal to their parents!!! T'was I that sat with her night after night, helping with homework, wanting to burn the books. Together we made it!
• I drove across the country in 1998 for my sister's wedding. I had my 12 year old daughter with me, but she could hardly assist with driving, so I drove all 5500 kms of it, in 5 days!
• I was on CBC television...twice! Once for a Land and Sea episode, and once for the news. I can't even recall how many times I was on the radio during the same few years...too many to count. I even got paid for a commentary I wrote for CBC - $100!
• I moved 7 times in 10 years. Two places in Waterloo, then off to Port Hawkesbury(2 places), then West Bay Road, then Whitehorse, then here.
• I saw the death of more people in my extended family than I care to remember. Cancer for nearly every one of them.
• I became an auntie for the first time! My brother was the first one to make that happen for me. I had several neices/nephews previously through my former marriage, but this was my first blood relation. She was born in 1999. My sister quickly caught up, having children in 2000, 2002, and 2004.
• I had my first operation ever. Simple stuff, just a gall bladder.
• I began blogging in 2003 and have enjoyed it ever since!

I may add to this as my mind recalls other things, but that's all I can come up with for now...if anyone remembers something interesting, please leave a comment and I can add it. Remember, I blog just as much for me, as I do for my readers! It has become a great way to journal about my life so I won't forget it...mind is slippery these days, particularly now that I am "old" in the words of my beloved brother...

Holy Shit, I'm Turning 40.

Tomorrow is my 40th birthday...ugh. 40 and alone in the frozen north. I try not to dwell on that particular unresolved portion of my life.

I am alive, fairly well, I have a good job, with good pay, a warm trailer to live in, and two fuzzy kitties to torment. What else could I want? Beer. Tomorrow night, on my birthday, even though it is a Tuesday, I am having a few beers. I hope to get in a few card games with my sister tomorrow night if she isn't working.

I don't think I am going to participate in turning 40 and will remain 39 and holding. My mother always said I was a rebel. If anything, I am following Neil's advice...better to burn out than to rust.

Balling My Eyes Out

Does anyone else cry while watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition...it gets me every time, but it's that good kind of crying...just happy to see someone else really happy...I also love the houses they build.

I'm Not Dead, Yet

I have been neglecting this blog for several days...I'm just busy unpacking and settling into both my new job and new home. Bear with me, or not. Your choice. I will return in full humour soon! Part of the problem is that I don't have internet at home until tomorrow, and that is where my greatest inspiration comes from...until then...

Early Holiday Funny

This one cracks me up each time someone sends it to me...enjoy!

Hack, Cough, Snort

I hate being sick. Perfect timing too, my first day on the job was today and I was too sick to stay. Rather, it was encouraged that I go home to recoup (and not spread germs – I agree!) so I came home. Did I mention that I hate being sick? At least I have cable, but it sure would be nice to have net access at home too, but I am lucky to have a bed at all, with accommodations being so scarce here in the hamlet.

Good thing I stocked up on cold meds…too bad they don’t seem to be working at all. I haven’t tried the Neo Citran yet though, so perhaps that is next. I’ve already been through some Buckley’s caplets, and some Life Brand Cold and Flu. I’ve lost count of the Halls cough drops…hack, cough, hack.

At least the kitties are enjoying having me loll about here in the motel room. I wish I could control the heat though, as I have to continuously open and close the window to do so, and at –25C, it doesn’t take long to cool off, but then the furnace cuts in and it is sweltering. There doesn’t seem to be a thermostat in sight, so who knows where the actual control is.

I would like to have attended the candlelight vigil this afternoon in the Band Council chambers, however I don’t think they would appreciate the coughing and hacking, infecting everyone with my germs, particularly when I might be one of only two white folks there. That’s all I need for a first impression – white social worker infects entire band council with outside germs…it might be too late for some anyhow, since I was introduced around today, and shook a lot of hands. I tried not to cough into my shaking hand, but it isn’t always easy when one is racked with spasms of coughing. Ick.

Silver lining – making some real progress on the afghan I’m making as a wedding preset for my brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law. I hope I don’t run out of yarn, as there is not much to do about this, although I could go to Hay River, an hour and a half away. I might be going on the weekend if my cold has cleared some by then, as I need to pick up a gift of about $25 for the staff Christmas party, and I don’t have a thing here to use. I may just do a gift bag of goodies, as I know no-one really.

ok, back to the coughing and hacking.

Irish Funnies

Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy,
looking like he'd just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken,
his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp
"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.
" Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy.
"That little shit, O'Conner," says Sean,
"He couldn't do that to you,
he must have had something in his hand."
"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had,
and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."
"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself,
didn't you have something in your hand?"
That I did," said Paddy.
"Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of
beauty it was, but useless in a fight."
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An Irishman who had a little too much to drink
is driving home from the city one night and,
of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.

A cop pulls him over.
"So," says the cop to the driver,
where have ya been?"
"Why, I've been to the pub of course,"
slurs the drunk.
"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite
a few to drink this evening."
"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.
"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and
folding his arms across his chest,
"that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"
"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk.
"For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."
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Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual,
when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks.
"I've somethin' to tell ya".
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim.
But where's my husband?"
"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda."
There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me." "I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus
is dead and gone. I'm sorry.
Finally, she looked up at Tim.
"How did it happen, Tim?"

"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat
of Guinness Stout and drowned."

"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me truth, Tim.
Did he at least go quickly?"
"Well, Brenda... no. In fact,
he got out three times to pee."

Stuff That Corolla

Today is packing day...I have a lot of STUFF to try to cram into my Corolla. It shall take the efforts of an expert packer to get it all in, but once it is, the car will be good and solid on the road, lol. I leave tomorrow morning for my new job, so have been busy, busy, busy this week, in preparation for living in a tiny town with little services/shopping. I think I have covered all the bases, so now lets see if I can get it all into my car...I don't know when I'll be able to post again as I don't know if the hotel will have internet...