Not Just a Regular Hangover, but a Mind Altering One

Finals, moving, break-ups, make-ups, financial troubles, heartache, illness, work stress and sadness are all the more exposed and seem so un-fixable after a Full Moon. I call it the full moon hangover. If you are one who is suffering from this type of hangover, do not worry, the worst is over, and everything will start to fall back into place soon enough. Sit at home, have a cup of green tea, and listen to Stevie Wonder until the universe gets itself in the upright position. It works for me.

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Pete's in town til the weekend, Film Star has left town for the summer.

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Had lunch with mom and the boys, and I actually had money to pay for the whole thing.

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Winter is trying desperately to return, but I won't let it.

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GQ still has no place to live, and I can't help him, unless he starts to help himself. Or win the lottery.

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I still haven't done my taxes. I will have to buy a calculatrice in order to do it I think, unless I can remember my password for NetFile and just copy the math the Internet did for me.

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V-man's girlfriend is almost moved in to the house. Welcome to our humble abode.

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I haven't slept in 24 hours, and I feel fine.

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Pearl Jam is coming to Saskatchewan. After I saw the ticket prices, I thought to myself "What the hell were they fighting Ticketmaster for again?" Ah well, I'll go see the hippocrits anyways.

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My stereo has gone back in time, and is only letting me play grunge rock. Why fight it?

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I always liked that Maggie Gyllenhall, and now I LOVE her.

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Lazy Spring Day

I must say, now that Spring has arrived, I really don't have anything to say. Or rather, I'm much too pre-occupied to actually type. I have a whole list of topics in my head that I want to write about, and just can't get around to it. Spank me, I'm a lazy byotch, and here's a lazy entry.

For the last couple years, I have been thinking alot about how much I'm not doing for humanity. I really want to do some volunteering in third world and war affected countries, and have been half-assed researching opportunitities for quite awhile. I wish I had the guts to just go ahead and do it, and I'm sure I will one day. I don't want to wake up one day, 80 years old, looking at myself in the mirror, and thinking that my biggest regret was not being a better person. But then I saw this, and I'm not sure if it scared me back into my little world, or has given me even more drive to do this crazy thing that I feel so badly that I need to do.

My cousin Binky and her hubby are heading to New Zealand any day now, and of course, I wish I was going. But, I thought, if I can't go, then I'll just live vicariously through them, and I can't wait to hear their stories! I am now hooked on reading The New Zealand Herald. It's funny how the news there is so similar to the news here in Saskabush some days. The Opposition Party's mad about this, the natives are getting screwed over about that. Same ol', Same ol'.

I went to see Cher's Farewell Tour last night. V-man's girlfriend had an extra ticket, and I thought, hey, you can't say no to a free ticket. I wasn't sure what to expect at first, but holy shit, even though we were sitting in our nose bleed seats, I was blown away. Her dancers/gymnasts had me sitting on the edge of my seat with my mouth agape, and plus, she sang 'Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves', while donning her 60's attire, which I assume was just because I was there.

If I didn't have to work today, I'd be drinking coffee and reading in the park until the temperature drops. The crazies are out, and friends who were in hiding for the winter are rubbing their eyes and venturing out into civilization. Laying in the park, is the best way to run into them. It's always makes for an interesting day.

And on that note, I wish you all a fantabulous weekend. Myself, as soon as I'm done work on Saturday, I'll be drinking beer and BBQ-ing. The weather better be good for my 2 days off.....or else Mother Nature and I are gonna have a little chit chat.

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* I have added BlogsCanada and some other blogs reads to the site, so check them out. And yes, "matt g" is Matthew Good's blog. There have also been some changes to the 'cast' and I will be adding even more to the 'links' page ASAP. Enjoy!

How the West was Crazy

I don't know why I have been putting myself through my this hell. I guess I just like to torture myself beyond belief, clenching my fists and holding my tongue until my head is this close to exploding.

Over the past few weeks, when I return home from work in the morning, I sit down with my computer, turn on the radio, and curse and "ARRGGGHHH!!!!" my way through an hour or so of talk radio host John Gormley and his redneck, right-wing, Christian propoganda spewing guests*. I'm starting to think that the rush of raging adrenaline could be what keeps my heart ticking. It's like a freaking drug.

On Tuesday, John wasn't even on his own show, and I was still getting lethal heart palpitations, listening to Doug Christie and friends go on and on about the Western Canadian Separatist movement. I am usually amused by the bullshit that comes out of the mouths of nutjobs. But today, when people started phoning in, and agreeing with these separatists, I just couldn't take it anymore. Since they apparently didn't want me speaking on the radio (I tried), I decided to just listen and research on the InterWeb while they were yapping at me. As I looked into this separation of the western provinces, I started to think of how well I would do living in Ontario or Quebec. I have relatives in Ontario, they would look out for me if I had to immigrate to Upper Canada. Quebec is nice, but I'd have to brush up on my Francais in order to get a job.

Anyways, back to the nut jobs. In a way, I can understand them. They want a Conservative government, and they won't get one, as long as Ontario and Quebec vote for the Liberals. The population down east is bigger than the population of the west. I get it. But what they don't seem to understand is that there are a number of people out in the wild west, who are liberal minded voters too. Not everyone is like them. Look at me, I don't like anyone, but I like right wing nut bars even less than the others. What's a girl to do when it comes to election day? Vote for the lesser of all the evils, whomever they may be that day.

If the West were to separate from the rest of Canada, they already have legislation in place that we could follow, and are working on a name, a flag, and so on. Good for you boys, but I have a few problems with this new country, other than who would be running it.

#1. There would be no way in hell gays would be able to marry. Shit, you'd probably draw and quarter them if they tried.

#2. Forget pro-choice. No choice would be more like it. Women should be making babies and catering to their husbands. I gathered this from the section on mandatory service in their new military....where women wouldn't be servicing.

#3. The official language. Yes, out here in the West the majority of us (90% or something) only speak English. But the way they have it worded on one particular site, French would not be even taught. So I doubt Cree or Saulteux or anything else would be either. We don't want no body talking like those Frogs and Injuns...never mind those Asian folk neither. Thank goodness most of the Ukranian, German and other languages are dying out.....they'd be after them too. Mmmmm...melting pot.

#4. Alberta and BC don't give a shit about Saskatchewan or Manitoba. Take a weekend trip over there. They will ask you stupid questions about the flatness of the land, and automatically assume you are boring. They don't worry about us now, what makes anyone think that would change if we were all one big happy family?

#5. They are not for aiding 3rd World countries. It's every man for himself in New Canada. Helping people is a waste of money. We've got to save our money to build a big army and buy big guns, in case Haiti ever decides to invade us.

Ok, I'm going to stop at #5, as I could go on forever, and I can't as it's GQ's birthday, and pints are calling me.

If you don't like my version of the new legislation, check out The Western Canada Concept site. If you like, they even have links to more right-wing propaganda.

Next in this now to be ongoing series: Tory Registration Legislation. Unlike Gun Control Legislation, it won't cost a cent.

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* I admit, not all of John Gormley's guests are nut jobs. Some of them (as well as some callers) are educated people, with an open mind, who are just trying to get their point heard. I do however assume, that their heads explode after the show as well.

Weekend Update, Minus the Little Details

I had a fantastic weekend. I should take one off more often.

Friday was a hoot and a holler. I had bought a ticket to the "Lowest of the Low" concert for that night, but when I went to check my email that morning, I saw that I had won 2 tickets. After screaming "Fuck Me!" at the top of my lungs, I started calling friends to see who wanted to buy my ticket, and who wanted a free one. Didn't take long to wrangle up Film Star and Frodo to come along for the ride with B-Rock and I, and a few hours later,off we went. The opening band "The Makita's", absolutly blew me away, but unfortunatly, by the time LOTL came on stage, the beers were beginning to kick in, and Frodo and I were more into conversing and flirting than watching the band. But of course, as per usual, what I caught of the LOTL, was Grade A rock and roll, and they did do a good show. The only thing that bothered me, was how eerily similar Ron Hawkins resembled Bryan Adams with his new hair-do.

After drinking all the beer the bar had to offer, we headed off to Frodo's for more booze and some Beatles. At some point, I heard birds chirping, and decided it was time for me to stumble my way home to my own bed. My ride was passed out on the couch, and Film Star had caught a cab home hours before, proving once again how much smarter he is than I. I somehow managed to put my shoes on the proper feet, said my goodbyes, and headed out in to the night/morning. Upon entering the out of doors, I realized I had no idea where I was, or which direction my home was in. I didn't want to admit my drunken stupidity, and go back up to the apartment, so I just started walking. If it wasn't for the mind control device on top of a downtown bar, I would still be wandering the City streets, looking for the House of Pain. I will not embarrass myself further by telling you about how B-Rock told me the next day, exactly where Frodo's apartment was, and how close to my own home it is. To make a long story short, I made it home, passed out on my face, and woke up a few hours later, still half-cut and cursing myself for once again letting myself believe I was 19 years old, and could handle a night like that.

Needless to say, Saturday was mostly spent on the couch, with me moaning and groaning and trying to keep my insides from spilling out. However, I did get out for my walk, and treated myself to my foot spa, before giving in and going to the Pub with Cookeroo, to hang out with the boys. Thank god, Cookeroo had to meet Dynomite, and I ended up getting home fairly early, and falling asleep on the couch. I woke up this morning at 7:00, and decided to move to my bed, and ended up sleeping another 5 hours, before finally waking for good, and feeling absolutly re-energized.

I'm sure I've mentioned before, how much I love Sunday's. Especially hang-over free Sunday's, when I feel like I can do anything and everything under the sun. (or as it was today, under the clouds) I danced around the house until about 3pm, listening to some groovy tunes, cleaning and playing with my attention starved cat, before heading over to B-Rock's to have a spot of tea (really, it was only a spot), tagged along to Staples with him, and then went to the Pub to give Film Star his coat, and enjoy a messy veggie burger. I even got a free beer from Astro-Boy and the Code-ster, for being so wonderful as to give cigarettes to everyone in the bar who asked for one. Apparently no one but me has heard of a convenience store, but ah well, it was worth it to get a free pint from 2 cuties on a lazy Sunday.

And so, here I am, listening to Matt Mays, chain-smoking and drinking coffee, trying to figure out if I should sleep or go to trivia before having to work at midnight, and basking in the glow of a wonderful weekend off.

Links, a List, and a bit about Spring

Well, it's been brought to my attention that I have been slacking in the entry department. I must say, that I have been really busy, lazy when I'm not busy, and truthfully, I have not much to say because of the last two things mentioned. The only thing not mindless that I have been up to has been catching up on the news, and what's going on in the world around me. Surprise, surprise, nothing too much is "new" in that department either. There are is still warfare going on, arguements over day-light saving time, and the politicians are making trouble for themselves. However, I came across a couple articles that peaked my interest, so if you like, here they are and you can check them out.

First, an article in the National Post, that made me wish I was a terrorist, cause I don't have the guts to follow through on the threats that ran through my head, as the regular Canadian citizen I am.

Second, Jim Peterson feels like we had no other choice, and I agree. The EU and Canada are finally sticking up for themselves.

Hmmm.....so what's new with me, you ask? Since there isn't much to say, here's a list.

1. It's spring. I feel as if I've died and gone to heaven. I wore sandals today, and left my jacket indoors. I even went out for ice cream after a walk in the park. Heavenly. I hear through the rumour mill, it's supposed to be 21 degrees or something tomorrow.....and I have to work. Sheesh.

2. Since it's spring, I have begun altering winter clothes into summer clothes, as I'm cheap and poor, and can never find summer clothes that fit me anyways. At least I found a use for all the jeans I bought at Walmart that shrunk after one wash, making them just a few centimetres too short, as to make me throw them in the closet and never speak of them again. Fuck Walmart.

3. I'm going to toot my own horn, because one of my photos was chosen as an editor's pick on TextAmerica. Look for 'The Road to Nowhere'.If you don't see it, you might have to venture on to the next page of pictures. You'll find it though, I have faith in you.

4. I'm down to my last role of toilet paper.

5. I'm going to see "The Lowest of the Low" on Friday, but just might have to take in a few bottles, so I can drink while I'm there. Money is tight for the next couple weeks.

6. About 2 hours ago, my gums, where my wisdom teeth used to be, started to hurt, and now my entire mouth hurts. I am afraid that tomorrow when I wake up, my whole face will be swollen. Just my luck, dental problems when I'm broke. Gonna have to go pick bottles in a ditch to pay for this emergency if it gets bad enough that I have to go see good ol' Dr. Katz.

7. I was walking to the bus after work tonight, and Red spotted me, turned around, and picked me up to take me home. THANKS RED! I got home an hour earlier than I normally would, which is why I had time to write this ridiculous entry.

8. I went to an "Erotic Expressions" party on Monday, and gleefully realized that all the gals I work with have dirty little minds. It was a superb evening out! There was even veggies and dip and spinach dip...so at least I got to have supper.

9. I lost another 5 pounds. I've been walking at least an hour a day, and doing Pilates. Pilates is killing me, so I think I'm just gonna go back to doing crunches and using water bottles as weights while I watch TV. Twenty more pounds to go.

And that's all folks. I'll be back soon, I promise.