The cold from hell is back and I am once again serenading my co-workers with my symphony of nose-blowing, sneezing and coughing. They are very happy that I am here at work today, wouldn't you be? I am getting a little tired of this. Did you ever see the kleenex commercial where the little boy says, "I sneezed so much I think my nose is broke." That's exactly how I feel. My nose is broke. Two months of this cold/sinus infection/strep throat/bronchitis/whatever is quite long enough. It's someone else's turn now.
On a happier note, except for my father's present, I am done, done, done with the christmas shopping. Except I have a little problem of seeing really cute things that I know would be just perfect for someone, and I think I must buy it, so I do, completely forgetting that I already bought their present online two weeks ago. So good news for all the people on my present list - you may very well get 2 or 3 presents instead of one, since I apparently cannot remember that I already bought you something. Oh well, they can always be presents for me!
Still no ideas on a present for Dad - you guys are no help.
Christine - are you still alive? Answer your email!
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Friday, November 19, 2004
I WANT THIS
I was shopping online today, like I do every day, because I am an addict, and I found this which is the coolest thing ever! It's one of those little round vaccuums that go by themselves. Not only does it go by itself, when it needs to recharge, it just takes itself right over and plugs itself in. HOW COOL IS THAT! While I already have the world's most expensive vaccuum cleaner (thanks Jen),I want one of these for Christmas. Since I got Desoto, I vaccuum constantly because he leaves a trail of dog hair everywhere he goes. Somebody buy it for me, ok?
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Saving Private Television
I was reading about some American television stations decisions not to broadcast Saving Private Ryan because of possible repercussions from the FCC, and I was thinking that as a society, we have become unable to police ourselves. Instead of deciding not to watch something that might be upsetting or disturbing (which I think was the point of the movie, war is not pretty or fun), or parents restricting what their children are allowed to watch on tv, they would rather let a government agency decide for them what is allowable viewing. Then I came across this article which says exactly what I was thinking.
If anyone has some good Christmas present ideas for my father, let me know, because he is so hard to buy for. Every year, I buy him clothes and, believe me, nobody is less interested in clothes than my father. Except maybe my brother. Help.
If anyone has some good Christmas present ideas for my father, let me know, because he is so hard to buy for. Every year, I buy him clothes and, believe me, nobody is less interested in clothes than my father. Except maybe my brother. Help.
Monday, November 15, 2004
The internet is evil
I am so addicted to the internet. I am really addicted to shopping on the internet. Its just so easy - you can sit at your desk and with just a few clicks, have anything you want. But the best/worst part is that if you are just typing in numbers, it dosn't seem like you are really spending money.
I used to be really addicted to Ebay. I bought everything kind of thing you can imagine off Ebay. Then I discovered selling things on Ebay and that is just as cool. I used to manage a couple of clothing stores, and because I have an addictive personality, bought a lot of clothes. A LOT. So many clothes, in a variety of sizes from fat to fairly skinny, that many of them had never been worn. So I sold a lot of them on Ebay and made (almost) enough money to pay for all the things that I bought on Ebay. I finally had to cut myself off from Ebay before I went broke and had no clothes left to wear. I still miss Ebay, and from time to time, I take a look at all the thngs that I don't really need but are so cool. I need an AA for Ebay.
So now that I am not allowed to be on Ebay anymore, I have started to shop in actual on-line stores, for things like books and make-up. I love how you just click on what you want and it arrives at your door in a couple of days. I love it so much that I have done most of my Christmas shopping already. And I am havng it all shipped to my sister's house (Jen, don't open anything! It might be for you!) so that when I go to Turner Valley for Christmas, I don't have to worry about packing any presents - they will all be there waiting for me. I am a genius.
My only fear is that I am going to get too addicted to this kind of shopping too, and pretty soon I won't be able to do anything on my computer except actual work. That would suck.
I used to be really addicted to Ebay. I bought everything kind of thing you can imagine off Ebay. Then I discovered selling things on Ebay and that is just as cool. I used to manage a couple of clothing stores, and because I have an addictive personality, bought a lot of clothes. A LOT. So many clothes, in a variety of sizes from fat to fairly skinny, that many of them had never been worn. So I sold a lot of them on Ebay and made (almost) enough money to pay for all the things that I bought on Ebay. I finally had to cut myself off from Ebay before I went broke and had no clothes left to wear. I still miss Ebay, and from time to time, I take a look at all the thngs that I don't really need but are so cool. I need an AA for Ebay.
So now that I am not allowed to be on Ebay anymore, I have started to shop in actual on-line stores, for things like books and make-up. I love how you just click on what you want and it arrives at your door in a couple of days. I love it so much that I have done most of my Christmas shopping already. And I am havng it all shipped to my sister's house (Jen, don't open anything! It might be for you!) so that when I go to Turner Valley for Christmas, I don't have to worry about packing any presents - they will all be there waiting for me. I am a genius.
My only fear is that I am going to get too addicted to this kind of shopping too, and pretty soon I won't be able to do anything on my computer except actual work. That would suck.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Friday, November 12, 2004
He's Guilty!
The jury has come back with a GUILTY VERDICT for Scott Peterson, thus restoring some of my faith in the judgement of the american people. I had been worried, what with 3 jurors being dismissed and the jury's seeming inability to come to an agreement. But they did it and found him guilty of first-degree murder in the death of his pregnant wife Laci and second-degree murder in the death of their unborn son Connor. The possible sentances are death or life in prison without parole. I hope he rots.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Disaster has struck
Yesterday my electric blanket died. It just died and nothing I have tried will make it work again. I am unable to sleep without my electric blanket. I am in deep mourning and to make it worse, all the stores are closed for Rememberance Day and I cannot buy a new one until tomorrow!
My parents house where I grew up is very drafty. It also has electric heat and no furnace, and as a result it is always cold. Good in the summer but when you live in a province that has 8 months of cold weather, not so good. When I was a kid and it was bedtime, my room was always cold, so I would turn on the heat, but as I have never been a fan of delayed gratification, I would turn the heat up really, really high so as to get the room as warm as possible as soon as possible. Then I would go to bed, usually waking up in the middle of the night sweating my ass off. Then, in my own twisted logic, I would reason that it was easier to open the window than get up and turn off the heat. So, the heater would be blasting away at about 80 degrees, with the window wide open, and I would almost always forget to either shut off the heat, or close the window when I left for school. Inevitably, either my mother of father would go in my room for something and freak out and I would get in trouble. This went for several years until one day, in desperation, and after thousands of dollars in heating bills, my father literally pried the thermostat off the wall in my bedroom (he has since replaced it), and so that I wouldn't freeze to death, bought me an electric blanket.
Thus, my love affair with the electric blanket was born. I use it every night in the winter, every single night. My room is always freezing, actually the window is open all year round, except if there is a blizzard and snow blows in. I can't sleep if the room is too warm, I like it best when its chilly, but I am always toasty warm under my piece of electric heaven. Until yesterday, when it died. And now I can't sleep. You would think that a 151lb dog , who has now come to believe that the bed is his by divine right, would give off a little heat, but no, not even a little. Last night, I even tried to revert to my old ways, turning the heat in the room way up, but it didn't work. No warm bed. No sleep. I hope they sell electric blankets at Wal-Mart, because I will be there when they open the doors.
On an unrelated note, Lost last night made me very, very happy with the naked Sawyer. I love this show so very much already and then they throw in naked Sawyer, thank you Lost, thank you.
My parents house where I grew up is very drafty. It also has electric heat and no furnace, and as a result it is always cold. Good in the summer but when you live in a province that has 8 months of cold weather, not so good. When I was a kid and it was bedtime, my room was always cold, so I would turn on the heat, but as I have never been a fan of delayed gratification, I would turn the heat up really, really high so as to get the room as warm as possible as soon as possible. Then I would go to bed, usually waking up in the middle of the night sweating my ass off. Then, in my own twisted logic, I would reason that it was easier to open the window than get up and turn off the heat. So, the heater would be blasting away at about 80 degrees, with the window wide open, and I would almost always forget to either shut off the heat, or close the window when I left for school. Inevitably, either my mother of father would go in my room for something and freak out and I would get in trouble. This went for several years until one day, in desperation, and after thousands of dollars in heating bills, my father literally pried the thermostat off the wall in my bedroom (he has since replaced it), and so that I wouldn't freeze to death, bought me an electric blanket.
Thus, my love affair with the electric blanket was born. I use it every night in the winter, every single night. My room is always freezing, actually the window is open all year round, except if there is a blizzard and snow blows in. I can't sleep if the room is too warm, I like it best when its chilly, but I am always toasty warm under my piece of electric heaven. Until yesterday, when it died. And now I can't sleep. You would think that a 151lb dog , who has now come to believe that the bed is his by divine right, would give off a little heat, but no, not even a little. Last night, I even tried to revert to my old ways, turning the heat in the room way up, but it didn't work. No warm bed. No sleep. I hope they sell electric blankets at Wal-Mart, because I will be there when they open the doors.
On an unrelated note, Lost last night made me very, very happy with the naked Sawyer. I love this show so very much already and then they throw in naked Sawyer, thank you Lost, thank you.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Seasonal Depression
My birthday is over and I am sinking into my annual depression. It always happens after my birthday when it starts to get cold and usually lasts until the spring when the weather gets warmer and we have more than 8 hours of daylight. I am really not a cold weather type of girl. I try, I really do. I ski ocasionally and I try to snowboard, but my heart is just not in it. All winter, I long for the sun, the beach and my kayak. I want to be able to not wear a coat to go outside. Or take my dog for a walk and not wear 5 layers of clothing, plus hat and scarf and gloves.
It snowed yesterday. Now the snow didn't last and it has already snowed a bunch of times in Alberta, so I guess we are not suffering all that much here in PEI, but man, I hate winter.
How many months until spring?
It snowed yesterday. Now the snow didn't last and it has already snowed a bunch of times in Alberta, so I guess we are not suffering all that much here in PEI, but man, I hate winter.
How many months until spring?
Friday, November 05, 2004
Update
I promise that I am going to stop obsessing about the election soon, but just thought I would point out this interesting article about possible ramifications for Canada.
The update is about the house situation. I had made an offer on a house, and then found one that I liked better, so when they came back with a counter-offer, I rejected it and then made an offer on the second house. They came back with a counter-offer and as I was about to accept, I had a panic attack. A full-fledged, heart pounding, hyper-ventilating, I am going to die panic attack at the thought of going through with the deal. So I rejected the counter offer. I am not really sure why I freaked out so much, I thought that I had all this worked out in my head, but obviously not. My poor realtor thinks I am a loon. So I have decided to put off the house buying until after Christmas, when I get back from Alberta, and I have had time to calm down (and perhaps get a little therapy). Hopefully by then I will be so desperate to not be staying with my mother that the thought of having a hundred thousand dollar mortgage will not even bother me and I will be singing and dancing while signing the papers. We shall see.
Hurry up and be born Grace Michaela so that we can have the same birthday.
The update is about the house situation. I had made an offer on a house, and then found one that I liked better, so when they came back with a counter-offer, I rejected it and then made an offer on the second house. They came back with a counter-offer and as I was about to accept, I had a panic attack. A full-fledged, heart pounding, hyper-ventilating, I am going to die panic attack at the thought of going through with the deal. So I rejected the counter offer. I am not really sure why I freaked out so much, I thought that I had all this worked out in my head, but obviously not. My poor realtor thinks I am a loon. So I have decided to put off the house buying until after Christmas, when I get back from Alberta, and I have had time to calm down (and perhaps get a little therapy). Hopefully by then I will be so desperate to not be staying with my mother that the thought of having a hundred thousand dollar mortgage will not even bother me and I will be singing and dancing while signing the papers. We shall see.
Hurry up and be born Grace Michaela so that we can have the same birthday.
It's my birthday
It's my birthday today. I love my birthday. I love it so much that right now I am doing a little birthday dance around my cubicle. It's the one day of the year that is all about me. Well, me and the 5 other people I know who also have birthdays today. But enough about them, today it's me, me, me, all the live long day.
It is cold and rainy/snowy and windy today. That sucks. I would really like for the sun to come out and the wind to stop and the birds to sing and all that good stuff that should happen on my day.
I don't really have anything special planned for today. We had a nice party last night for my relatives from New Zealand, and as a surprise there was birthday cake and presents. So that was a nice treat. So today after work, I am going to the bookstore to buy myself a couple of books that I want, maybe a new cd, and then home for pizza and wine and more cake. I will probably just relax and go to bed early with my new books and maybe a couple of movies. Just a nice way to spend the day.
Tomorrow I am going to dinner with friends to celebrate a couple of birthdays, so that will be a fun, and probably fairly late evening. Sunday, I plan to lay around and watch movies, only stirring to take the dog for a nice, long walk, or maybe out to dinner at my favorite restaurant with a friend. Not especially exciting, but a nice relaxing birthday weekend.
I hope you all have a great my birthday.
It is cold and rainy/snowy and windy today. That sucks. I would really like for the sun to come out and the wind to stop and the birds to sing and all that good stuff that should happen on my day.
I don't really have anything special planned for today. We had a nice party last night for my relatives from New Zealand, and as a surprise there was birthday cake and presents. So that was a nice treat. So today after work, I am going to the bookstore to buy myself a couple of books that I want, maybe a new cd, and then home for pizza and wine and more cake. I will probably just relax and go to bed early with my new books and maybe a couple of movies. Just a nice way to spend the day.
Tomorrow I am going to dinner with friends to celebrate a couple of birthdays, so that will be a fun, and probably fairly late evening. Sunday, I plan to lay around and watch movies, only stirring to take the dog for a nice, long walk, or maybe out to dinner at my favorite restaurant with a friend. Not especially exciting, but a nice relaxing birthday weekend.
I hope you all have a great my birthday.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Ways to make Angela's head explode
1. Be unable to proceed properly at a 4 way stop sign. It's not that difficult, jackass.
2. Drive very slowly and gawk around at everything except the road in front of you, leading to a line up of approximately 20 cars behind you, the drivers of which all hate your guts (Dad).
3. Come to a complete stop when making a right turn.
4. Give me the finger and continiously slam on the brakes because you think I am following you too closely. Yes, I was too close, but in my defense, the only way for me to not follow you that closely was to come to a complete stop since you were driving 10 KILOMETERS AN HOUR! ASSHOLE!
5. Go so slowly through the advance green arrow that only you and one other car have time to get through.
6. Not pulling out onto the road until there are absolutely no other cars coming in either direction, no matter how long you, or all the people behind you, have to sit there (Uncle Hal).
7. Throwing your cigarette butts out the car window.
8. Playing really loud rap music with your windows open and the bass turned way up. Yeah, welcome to the hood, loser.
9. You come to a complete stop in the merge lane until there are no cars coming. Look up MERGE in the dictionary before getting back into your car, please, idiot.
10. You start moving slowly forward through the red light as soon as the other light turns yellow. I hope that someone comes roaring through that yellow light and rips off the front of your car. I really do.
By the way, these things all happened either on my way home for lunch or on my way back to work, causing my head to explode in a paroxysm of rage.
2. Drive very slowly and gawk around at everything except the road in front of you, leading to a line up of approximately 20 cars behind you, the drivers of which all hate your guts (Dad).
3. Come to a complete stop when making a right turn.
4. Give me the finger and continiously slam on the brakes because you think I am following you too closely. Yes, I was too close, but in my defense, the only way for me to not follow you that closely was to come to a complete stop since you were driving 10 KILOMETERS AN HOUR! ASSHOLE!
5. Go so slowly through the advance green arrow that only you and one other car have time to get through.
6. Not pulling out onto the road until there are absolutely no other cars coming in either direction, no matter how long you, or all the people behind you, have to sit there (Uncle Hal).
7. Throwing your cigarette butts out the car window.
8. Playing really loud rap music with your windows open and the bass turned way up. Yeah, welcome to the hood, loser.
9. You come to a complete stop in the merge lane until there are no cars coming. Look up MERGE in the dictionary before getting back into your car, please, idiot.
10. You start moving slowly forward through the red light as soon as the other light turns yellow. I hope that someone comes roaring through that yellow light and rips off the front of your car. I really do.
By the way, these things all happened either on my way home for lunch or on my way back to work, causing my head to explode in a paroxysm of rage.
Sabotage
Someone at work brought in leftover Tootsie Rolls. How am I supposed to stay away from the candy if there are Tootsie Rolls? I will soon have no teeth. Pretty.
Today will be almost as good as tomorrow
It is a little frightening how excited I am that The OC starts tonight. It really is sick that I seem to think I am a teenager with my twisted devotion to the fictional lives of rich high school students in California. That being said, I don't care. I love the kids, I love the clothes, I love the underaged drinking and the fighting and the sex. I want Seth Cohen to come and live at my house. Add this to my obsession to Lost and my fascination with Desperate Housewives, and I have totally given up on watching anything intelligent on television. Well, except the West Wing, but that seems a little tame with no scary monsters or housewife suicides. I have been sucked in. You should here me explaining to the dog that he cannot go outside until Lost is over because if I tear my gaze away for even one minute, I might miss something, so he might as well stop crying and watch the show. I don't even move or flip channels during commercials. Some days I really fear for my mental health.
The only problem with me camping in front of the tv with my popcorn and leftover halloween candy tonight is that we are having a big family party for relatives that are here from New Zealand. While I do like my family, I am trying to figure out a reason why I have to stay in my room, in front of the tv and not speak to anyone until the OC is over. That is probably not going to fly so I am going to have to tape and watch it later. It's just not going to be the same. Oh well, the sacrifices I make so that Christine and I will have places to stay when we go to New Zealand next year. (2 possibly 3 already Christine! And Alec has promised to take us sailing too. And I have a list of wineries.)
ONE MORE DAY UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! And don't even bother asking how old I am - I will just lie.
The only problem with me camping in front of the tv with my popcorn and leftover halloween candy tonight is that we are having a big family party for relatives that are here from New Zealand. While I do like my family, I am trying to figure out a reason why I have to stay in my room, in front of the tv and not speak to anyone until the OC is over. That is probably not going to fly so I am going to have to tape and watch it later. It's just not going to be the same. Oh well, the sacrifices I make so that Christine and I will have places to stay when we go to New Zealand next year. (2 possibly 3 already Christine! And Alec has promised to take us sailing too. And I have a list of wineries.)
ONE MORE DAY UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! And don't even bother asking how old I am - I will just lie.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Unhinged
Kerry has conceded. Fuck.
And on a just as depressing note, 11 states have legislated hatred.
Way to go guys.
And on a just as depressing note, 11 states have legislated hatred.
Way to go guys.
And the winner is?
Dear America,
You suck. Really. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Are you insane? After four years of the incompetent bumbling of that jackass, you did not overwhelmingly vote him out. Oh no, you pretty much asked him back for four more years of war and pestilience. Don't you realize that he made up this war that your children are dying in? Don't you realize that because of him, every other country in the world hates your guts? And now they think you are stupid, too.
And all you people who got involved this year for the first time, listened to the issues and went out and voted - next time, seriously, stay the fuck home. You didn't help.
While there is still some hope left in Ohio, I am not optimistic. America, you have let me down. Don't you know that it's my birthday in two days? George Bush is not what I wanted as my present.
Yours truly,
Angela
PS I have never, in my life, been happier that I am a Canadian.
You suck. Really. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Are you insane? After four years of the incompetent bumbling of that jackass, you did not overwhelmingly vote him out. Oh no, you pretty much asked him back for four more years of war and pestilience. Don't you realize that he made up this war that your children are dying in? Don't you realize that because of him, every other country in the world hates your guts? And now they think you are stupid, too.
And all you people who got involved this year for the first time, listened to the issues and went out and voted - next time, seriously, stay the fuck home. You didn't help.
While there is still some hope left in Ohio, I am not optimistic. America, you have let me down. Don't you know that it's my birthday in two days? George Bush is not what I wanted as my present.
Yours truly,
Angela
PS I have never, in my life, been happier that I am a Canadian.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Explosion Imminent
If I don't stop eating leftover Halloween candy soon, I will blow up. Or my teeth will fall out.
I believe...
I believe and I have been thinking happy thoughts and sending out positive vibes to the voters in the US. I believe that Kerry can win! Whoo hoo!! No more George Bush. Come on US, you can do it.
When not sending out happy thoughts, I have been laughing my ass off at this website, which has Morman baby names that are so funny, there were literally tears running down my face. Which is actually not so good when you are supposed to be working. Hard to hide the tears when the boss walks by. Not to mock the Mormans, but really. In the interest of fairness and as not to pick on just the Mormans, here is another bad baby name website that doesn't specify what religion these dumbasses come from.
My cousin is having a baby girl on Friday, that's why I have been checking out baby names. "On Friday", you say, "Isn't there something else going on on Friday?" Why yes, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! I love my birthday. Only 3 more days to go.
When not sending out happy thoughts, I have been laughing my ass off at this website, which has Morman baby names that are so funny, there were literally tears running down my face. Which is actually not so good when you are supposed to be working. Hard to hide the tears when the boss walks by. Not to mock the Mormans, but really. In the interest of fairness and as not to pick on just the Mormans, here is another bad baby name website that doesn't specify what religion these dumbasses come from.
My cousin is having a baby girl on Friday, that's why I have been checking out baby names. "On Friday", you say, "Isn't there something else going on on Friday?" Why yes, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! I love my birthday. Only 3 more days to go.
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