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[29 Aug 2003|03:43pm] |
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Yep I'm a loser...it's the long weekend, everyone's gone and I'm still here...loser...to top it off it was my summer day off originally...yep BIG LOSER...sad and pathetic...I hate waiting for other people to do things so that I can get going...yep loser...I...suck...ass...figuratively.
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| Flying the Coup...Not Permanently |
[01 Aug 2003|11:14am] |
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Well it's official...I'm flying the coup as of 11:30AM today and not coming back til Tuesday. I was going to take a few hours to do the plans I had made on the basis I would be off. Instead I'm leaving and not returning. Why?
My best friend, Dawg (that's my nickname for her), called me this morning to see how things were going. I told her how exhausted, stressed and cranky I am. She said "I can tell." We've only known each other for 6 years, worked in the same company for two of those six. Out of everyone who "knows" me she knows me all too well. She could tell by the tone of my voice that I'm a cranky bitch today, and by my demeanour on the phone.
So on her advice I'm leaving early. It's my day off and don't care what anyone says.
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[28 Jul 2003|04:24pm] |
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I'm an addict. I have an addiction to wine gums. I can't help it they are oh so good. This is what happens when one is bored. No action=boredom.
Mental note - next time Sunshine says "I'm going to the mall wanna come?" don't go. We always end up in the Bulk Barn buying candy and eating it til we get sick, and we bitch and complain about Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. We work ourselves into a bit of a frenzy where we want to hurt someone but instead we eat junk food...or we buy something we really don't need but want anyways.
Did the Michelle Branch quiz because I like her. The girl can write, play and sing.
You are..."Everywhere"! You are very
happy with your life, probably because of a
certain someone. However, you're unsure whether
that person even notices you. I have an
idea...go talk to that person, and find out!
What Michelle Branch song are you?
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| Pigs...and I don't mean bacon |
[27 Jul 2003|10:19am] |
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Found out why mom and dad were late getting to my brother's place yesterday - dad was caught for speeding. According to them so was the Jag in front of them but only dad got pulled over.
So Pig Bitch comes over, asks dad for his license and also asks if he's ever gotten a speeding ticket. Dad says he can't remember, so mom says that he may have gotten one 2-3 years ago. Pig Bitch says to dad "So you lied." Pig Bitch goes back to her Pigmobile and starts talking to Pig Partner. Mom can hear everything - maybe this is where I get the sonic hearing from. Both mom and myself can't hear people up close but can hear things from far away. Weird I know.
Anyways, mom hears Pig Bitch say to Pig Partner "He lied about getting a ticket" and they start to oink (laugh). Pig Bitch comes back to dad and says "If you fight this, I will be there." She just threatened my dad, and no one gets away with it.
I told dad to go and fight it and even if he loses, he can let the court know what a oinker Pig Bitch is, and have it on record...and I plan to be there with him. No one threatens my dad or anyone for that matter.
Can't stand women, or anyone, who abuse their power like that. She needs a good poke if you ask me. And I don't mean a prod with her night stick unless she likes it that way. In fact, I'd like to beat her with her night stick.
I've decided to write the chief of police about Pig Bitch. The ticket has her name and badge number. It'll make me feel better. No one should ever be threatened by our apparently "city's finest" and she had no right to ask dad if he's ever been caught for speeding in the past, and threaten him in not appealing his ticket. Hell I've forgotten when I've been caught. Told dad if he has to pay after the trial I'll pay it as long as he goes up there and puts this all down on the record.
Some pigs deserved to be slaughtered.
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| It's the Weekend! |
[26 Jul 2003|11:53am] |
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A good start to the day! Got out of helping my brother move :) Wasn't on purpose...I couldn't wake up. I was so tired and just wanted to sleep in for once this week. The weekend is the only time I ever get to sleep in so I cherish these days.
He just called saying mom and dad hadn't arrived to which I freaked out considering the dreams I've been having. They had left more than an hour ago to get there and it shouldn't only take 30 mins. Another reason why I freaked is because the phone has been ringing off the hook but I haven't been answering it. There was a number that was calling every single 5 mins. Couple that with my brother saying mom and dad hadn't arrived...freaking. Called the cell and mom answered. They had just gotten to my brother's place...I didn't ask what happened and why they are EXTREMELY late...I'll grill them on that tomorrow...during breakfast.
Heading out to Dawg's mom's house for her birfday. I'm looking forward to it as her mom lives out in wine country - Niagara on the Lake. So beautiful with lots of open space, hammocks to sit in, trails to take and clean country air. Yep...totally looking forward to it!
Couldn't find anything as a present (I forgot to pick something up in Chi-town for her) so I've decided to take her shopping as I know she needs "bizness" casual clothes for the fairly new gig. Everyone suggested to get her something fun to put in on her desk but wasn't too keen on the idea as her office is more corporate than mine. We have the same type of humour and childlike ways...maybe this is why we get along so well. So we plan for a shopping excursion in the next couple of weeks...do I smell another pair of shoes for myself? OOOOOOOOO! Just realized many will have their fall line in as well...I love the fall lines :)
Deciding whether or not I want to take Oscar with me. He hasn't been a good boy this morning. Plus he sheds like a screaming banshee in my car. Last time it took forever to get the hair out as my sister had out vaccuum cleaner and I had to use tape and a lint brush. I should expose him to other dogs so that he behaves in society and won't have to pay for another dog class - Your Dog & Society...can we say milk us much? Least he can play with Asia, Bingo (Dawg's mom's dogs) and Drake (Rich's dog). Rich wants Oscar to meet Drake and become play pals. Not too sure though as Drake is a golden lab pup (under a year) and Oscar is extremely aggressive - both with animals and people. We'll see...still haven't made up my mind.
Off to watch the Incurable Collector and head to the grocery store as I'm supposed to bring salad...just going to bring something pre-made.
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| Bored |
[25 Jul 2003|02:05pm] |
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Everyone decided to take this week as vacation and others took today off. I've cleaned a bit (I get sidetracked easily), had lunch, laughed and answered e-mails. Can't do anything else as I can't spend any money without approval from Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee (my bosses). So here I sit praying for the weekend to arrive already. It's hot and sunny outside and am stuck in a windowless office.
I'm bored...no one to cause trouble with, no one to share an insane moment with, no one to have fun with basically. There's nothing on TV, and I need some sleep. Maybe I'll pull a Costanza and duck underneath my desk for a quick nappy.
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| HA HA! |
[25 Jul 2003|12:13pm] |
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Anything to do with religion I cringe because it's such a touchy subject with people. Three things I don't discuss in life:
1. Religion
2. Money (never talk about how much I or anyone makes, just bitch there's never enough coming through)
3. Politics (all politicians are numbnuts)
But a friend sent this to me and it made me laugh:
There were 3 good arguments that Jesus could have been Black:
1. He called everyone "brother"
2. He liked Gospel
3. He couldn't get a fair trial.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Fathers business.
2. He lived at home until he was 33.
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his mother>was sure he was
God.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been Italian:
1. He talked with his hands.
2. He had wine with every meal.
3. He used olive oil.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus could have been a Californian:
1. He never cut his hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
3. He started a new religion.
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that
Jesus could have been Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.
But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus could have been a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
3. And even when he was dead, He had to get up because there was more work to do.
Amen
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| D'Oh! |
[25 Jul 2003|09:44am] |
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It's only 9:45AM EST and it's been an eventful morning already. Woke up late because I chose to. Crashed REALLY hard last night at 9:30PM with the pup who crashed just as hard as I did (his body was all twisted like mine).
Found out my parents went cherry picking without me yesterday after I had expressed interest earlier in the week. I like climbing the trees like a monkey :) Dad couldn't remember which batch was washed. Wanting to bring some, I had to clean all the batches myself to make sure they were all clean.
Then we got into a rather heated discussion of the extra couch in the living room (they bought a new one after puppy ripped a hole in the old one). Dad said he was going to re-upholster the old one and give it to my sister. Why? Because she has the matching love seat. Still no reason to give it to her. She has the matching love seat because she sold her couch and love seat to my brother and when she moved back home she had the love seat moved into her room so she could have something to sit on. I was not pleased when she took it with her.
So dad and I have come to an agreement that I will pay for the re-upholstering of the couch and I will move it to my room. He better not go back on his word which he has a tendency to do.
I have come to the realization that when a child moves out they get everything in the house AND they still have the privilege of using the washer and dryer...isn't that what laundromats are for? I have suggested charging my sister but that will never happen. Thus I will be paying for the water and electricity she uses when she comes over to do her laundry or check her e-mail. Sorry, but she makes 4 times what I make and I'm a strong believer of when you move out, you lose all privileges. Mom still buys fruit for my brother...has he not figured out how to pick fruit?
So when am I moving out? Realized this morning I'll never leave. Why? My parents aren't getting any younger. Mom's memory is getting worse. So bad that when I went to leave this morning I found her purse on top of my car. She had left it there the night before when she was helping take out the garbage. Forgot she had placed it there. She's forgotten her keys in the lock many times, she forgets conversations we had literally 2 minutes before hand, and who knows what else. I can't yell at her, but used to because it drove me nuts and still does. Now I just accept it and remind her of things all the time.
Dad's memory is fine...he just drives me nuts because he gets a good laugh out of it. Which is fine because so do I. Guess that's where I get my sick sense of humour. He just gets tired easily.
I'll always take care of my parents like they took care of me. I have all the freedom in the world and have had it since I was 15 years-old. Never had a curfew, always supported with the decisions I made, and pretty much didn't have to answer to anyone. Plus I don't want to be like my sister where I move out and move back in a year later.
It's WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY to expensive to live in the city. Some places won't wllow you to have pets and I don't make enough to survive out there. I figure, in order for me to live out in the city, I'd need roommates and I've seen and heard enough horror stories of them to last me til I die. Figure why live with other people when I can stay with the 'rents and not have any problems? Plus I'd have to give up my car to survive on my own and that just ain't going to happen. And there's a garden and a few fruit trees in the back...plus a patio to chill out on...why would I want to give up luxury for a shack?
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| Freaked |
[22 Jul 2003|07:46pm] |
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Forgot to add in my last journal that Mia looks FAN-TA-BU-LOUS! So proud of her. She has worked so hard that it's definitely paying off. I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo proud and excited for you grl!!
Ever have one of those moments in your life where you just freak out? And I'm talking about a freak out where it lasts for days and some times weeks. Right now I'm kind of freaking out like. For some strange reason I have this urge to spend a lot of time with my dad. I feel like there's not a lot of time left. It's not that he's sick and dying, but I can see that he's not getting any younger. Something inside is setting off this urgency alarm. Really freaking me out and can't explain it.
Keep having these dreams and thoughts during the day that just get me upset and end up crying. Worries me because I think it's some sort of sign of things to come in the short future and don't want it to.
I haven't said anything to my parents about it because I don't want to freak them out. They have a lot on their minds as it is and don't want to add to the list.
Supposed to help my brother move this weekend, and I don't want my dad to lift anything heavy. But if I say that, he'll say something like "What do you think? That I'm old and can't do it?" If I say yes I know I'll hurt his feelings because he doesn't think of himself that way which is great. But if he gets hurt and can't do anything, I'll feel helpless.
Just can't shake this feeling and it's freaking me out. I think the child has become the parent in more ways than one...
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| Home S-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Home! |
[21 Jul 2003|07:40pm] |
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Well I made it back safely from Chi-town :)
After a cancelled flight, very little sleep, and an early flight out the next day...I made it. Arrived a day late but made it. Screwed up my plans but made it. Sorry I missed dinner with Mia and hollyn on Thursday. I'm sure it was better than sitting on a plane for 4 hours and starving to death.
Chicago - what a BEA-U-TI-FUUUUUUUUULL city and 'burbs! Very luscious and green...no factories and ugly looking trees. Their 'burbs make ours look like a ghetto. Even their zoos are BEA-U-TI-FUUUUUUUUUL! Again, making Toronto's look like a ghetto zoo.
Had an awesome time with hollyn, Mia, PDR, and Angel Love :) Thought I'd make a list of things I learned while in Chicago (in no particular order):
1. Driving in Chicago is like driving in Toronto, except I was more calm and relaxed in Chicago.
2. Saying "Whateva!" to a whino that is yelling obscenities at you while following you gets them off your back.
3. There is some SERIOUS eye candy out there. I think Toronto got all the ugly men.
4. Woodfield Mall is the BEST mall in the world! All of my stores were calling me like alien motherships.
5. If you are in a sushi restaurant, and you ask "Does it smell fishy in here?", you really shouldn't be there. (And it wasn't me that asked)
6. Tolls are evil...period.
7. Navy Pier is awesome and it doesn't smell nasty like ours!
8. Drinking a Canadian beer in an American city made me feel good and at home.
9. Liquor in a convenient store?!?! HELL YEAH!
10. Magnificent Mile - need I say more? It's MAGNIFICENT!
11. Mbuti (mm-BOO-tay) Bushmeat is Big Business
12. Mbuti (mm-BOO-tay) is Bootylicious
13. Never tell me that you wish a wild animal would jump out so that you can see if you would survive an attack right hollyn? ;) LOL
14. Don't stay calm when a wild animal is going to attack you.
15. Don't run when a wild animal isn't going to attack you.
16. Staying on a path is boring, make your own.
17. IM'ing in person is even funnier.
18. Bad actors shouldn't be allowed to act in free shows.
19. Bacon still comes from pigs whether they are on US or Canadian soil. No need to differentiate if it's Canadian bacon or not.
20. Joking with a cashier who is still a teenager & completely out of it on a Saturday morning is really fun.
21. Mosquitoes love hollyn. So much so you could play connect the dots on her lol
22. There is a monkey that looks like Michael Jackson in the Brookfield Zoo.
Those were some of the things I learned in Chicago. I think I need to learn more :)
Well, it's past dinner time and I'm starving and have lots of clothes to wash. Plus I'm heading back to whup tomorrow and fear what awaits me.
Safe and sound...home sweet home...missed my friends, dogs and family. And I miss all in Chi-town :(
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| Emotional |
[27 May 2003|08:06pm] |
Feeling way too many emotions right now.
So I survived. Five days of promo with an artist, which included days packed with interviews, two dinners, a movie, BBQ meet & greet and an in-store autograph session, with 5,000 fans showing up!
I have made new friends in LA. They left today and we were told "don't you dare come to LA without letting us know". NICEST and FUNNEST (I know there's no such word but I do use it) people I have ever met when it comes to an artist and their entourage. All we did was laugh and share stories. Mom was constantly saying thank you and praising my publicity person and I for all the work we did and were doing, for taking care of them, and just for hanging out.
They left today and it was sad to see them go. I had a great time with all of them and they had a great time here.
What really made me cry was seeing my artist at a photo shoot and watching her do it with ease...it was so natural to her and she's beautiful in real life, and returning to my office to see TWO mondo sized baskets full of food from the label we distribute and I manage. This is the same label my artist is signed to. When I saw these baskets I just started to cry in front of two of my co-workers because it was so touching, and appreciative.
The team did an awesome job in making them feel welcome and making sure they had a good time. Neither I or my artist could have asked for anything better.
Here's to a safe flight home for them!
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| My New Toy |
[21 May 2003|10:02pm] |
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I LOVE my new toy! It's shiny, feels good, smells good, and rides like a dream. The sound system is sweet. I just want to hug and kiss it but it's too big to hug and I've been driving it around so it's got a bit'o dust from the construction sites, so a tad dirty to kiss.
It's beautiful. The best toy yet in my collection. Just waiting to see how long it takes dad and sis to ask to play with my new toy.
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| Scumbag |
[20 May 2003|09:46am] |
Well, it's official...my oldest brother is a cowardly, spineless scumbag. We never got along in our teen years (we're 4 years apart) because mom and dad always catered to his needs - actually his and my other brothers'. It was only when he moved out that we got along because that meant neither of us had to deal with each other on a daily basis. His digusting habits drove me bonkers and well he was never considerate when it came to food - he ate everything like he was the only person in the house.
Yesterday I found out from my older brother (2 years older than I) that my oldest bro broke up with his gf, and the way he did makes him a spineless, cowardly scumbag. If I didn't like (which is what happened when I first met her) it wouldn't bother me as much, but I've gotten to like her and it makes it worse.
Instead of being a man and telling her like it was, he treated her like shit so she would initiate the break-up. They've been living together for the past year and according to bro #2 she's moved in with her brother temporarily and will need to find another apartment. It's going to be difficult as everyone has started looking for places for a July 1st move-in.
I've lost all respect for him. I will always look at him as a spineless jellyfish. Mom is not happy with him but I know her - she won't be or stay angry at him like I will. If anyone knows me, once I lose respect for anyone I will make it known and nothing will ever change the way I feel for that person. As much as I can be sweet and nice, I have a nasty side of me no one wants to see. It's the whole Gemini in me.
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| Mmmmmm...Rob Thomas |
[08 May 2003|02:56pm] |
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Thank you to the Powers That Be that scored me a ticket to last night's Matchbox Twenty show. Second time seeing them and they still rocked. With all many artists cancelling shows and / or promo trips, they proved to many people there's nothing to fear in Toronto. Hence why "Disease" received the biggest reception.
Rob Thomas is beautiful & sweet. His voice rocks. *sigh* His wife is so lucky. Still kicking myself for not getting a picture with him when I met him a few years ago.
Sugar Ray rocked as well. Never seen them before and well they totally did the opening slot justice.
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| Amina Lawal Petition |
[06 May 2003|01:45pm] |
AMINA LAWAL SET TO BE STONED ON 3RD JUNE
The Nigerian Supreme Court has upheld the death sentence for Amina Lawal, condemned for the crime of adultery on August 19th 2002, to be buried up to her neck and stoned to death. Her death was postponed so that she could continue to nurse her baby. Execution is now set for June 3rd.
If you haven't been following this case, you might like to know that Amina's baby is regarded as the 'evidence' of her adultery. The father denied everything when he realised the trouble he was in. To find out more about sharia law, see
http://www.guardian.co.uk/theissues/article/0,6512,777972,00.html
Amina's case is being handled by the Spanish branch of Amnesty International, which is attempting to put together enough signatures to make the Nigerian government rescind the death sentence. A similar campaign saved another Nigerian woman, Safiya, condemned in similar circumstances.
By March 4th the petition had amassed over 2,600,000 signatures.
It will only take you a few seconds to sign Amnesty's online petition. Go to the web page http://www.amnistiaporsafiya.org/
Enter your first name in the space marked "nombre", last name ("apellidos"), county ("provincia"), country, and In the drop down box pick your country. Then click on "Seguir" and go to the second page. There you have the option of entering your email address if you wish to receive follow-up information. In any case, be sure to click on "aceptar" to have your name added to the petition list.
Please sign the petition now, then copy this message into a new email and send it to everyone in your address book.
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| Ugh |
[04 May 2003|11:46am] |
Bad haircut. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too short.
Must. Grow. Fast.
Must. Don. Un. Chapeau.
Did some damage shopping yesterday - 4 pairs of shoes (yes hollyn, FOUR pairs), new workout pants, and a couple of Dry-Fit shirts. All good.
Off to the Good Food Festival and Market. According to the ticket, there are "HUNDREDS & HUNDREDS of mouth-watering foods to sip, sample and savour". MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Oh and TWO HOUR Alias season finale tonight!!
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