Happy Halloween....

Like the bears and the bikini's I think I have gone into Hibernation mode....
Yesterday was soccer day, and of course like 4 out of the last 5 games it was raining like hell was waiting for me and the wind was going to blow me there....

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?
Who cut the communications line between my mouth and my brain?
Why does the gym seem to have moved 500 miles away and still be in the same place?
What did I do with my Halloween costume?
When will I wake up?
And why did Dr Dreamy choose his wife over Dr Gray?


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Dangerous Times

Certain times of the year are more lethal than others. No I am not talking about Hurricanes or Flooding or even Earthquakes, I am talking about flu season. The one reason I love living where I do on the West Coast is the lovely seasonal changes. The colours in the Spring and the Summer just take your breath away as well as the different ways that the sunrise changes throughout the years. Before some of you fall asleep from my boring banter I best start on with what I decided to talk about, and before I friggin' well forget what it was I wanted to talk about.

This time of year almost everyone gets sick, whether it be the flu or just the seasonal cold. Time to attack with echan something and Vitamin C. That is where I sit right now, I have that cold coming and then going but always sitting right there threatening to kick my ass. When I feel that bug coming I usually try to sweat it out but for some reason this time I have been sitting on my ass and wallowing in it. Right now everyone has something going on, babysitting or getting ready for a holiday or working and me I am doing nothing and wanting to do nothing. So yesterday where do I find myself.........In front of the Television under a warm blankie with the Soaps on......GASP.......yes, I was totally disappointed and shocked with myself to be there......When I was working I used to tape quick a few of the soaps and watch them at night but for the last 4 or 5 years I haven't had any desire to get dragged back into the world of intrigue and lust....hehehehhe
I watched One live to Live, General Hospital, As the World turns and All my Children. It's sad to say but after about 30 minutes I was able to see where the characters were from when I watched them so long ago..........please say a prayer for me so I can find something better to do with my time instead of watching them...........Damn crooked American politicians have overtaken As the World turns today but they better be gone by the time General Hospital starts in 3 minutes...................This isn't what I wanted to blog about today, my attention span lasts about 3 minutes, I must start recording these ideas so they are as good as they seemed in those first 30 seconds

The Dangers of Google

Having a lazy day, wanting to act like a slug and just sit in front of the computer with a cup of tea and a muffin? Be afraid, very afraid because this action could cause some really bad things to happen.
Sometimes I will do Google searches to see who in the world has the same name as people I know, or if people I know are really psycho killers in disguise. The latest searches has discovered that this woman who I really can't stand has been married several times and has another child I didn't know about.....biatch
I discovered that I sell real estate in Las Vegas, that I am a vice president of a huge company, and I have a Phd in some kind of human studies.
The most shocking of these searches recently exposed my daughter as a Porn Star!!!!
I almost fell off my chair when I started reading what my daughter did in a secret life. I took great lengths to name my child, to make sure she didn't have PMS initials, that her name couldn't be made fun of.......DAMMIT anyway

So I would suggest to you all that you do a Google search on the ones you love and check out their mystery lives.................

Braindead

I can't think of anything to write, I am too pre-occupied with getting my 15 yr old daughter back to school. The teachers of B.C. have been on strike for 2 weeks and it is slowly driving me around the bend, down the road and wanting to take the ferry. Teenagers need to be in school, away from their parents for that 6 hours a day just so each gets a break.........But it does look like the teachers and the slimy Liberal government will be coming to some kind of agreement thanks muchly to Vince Ready.........I have my fingers crossed and anything else that I can cross!!!!

Wish me luck!!!!

A sad little ditty...the pink bunny

The story starts out with a instrumental version of the Beverly Hillbillies...........
Sorry, I tried to make a limerick out of it but all I could get was a lass who was a pain in the ass....

Anyway as the story goes,

It was the year 19**, and we were all young and stupid which is generally what all teenagers are. Michelle was a naive and fairly innocent girl who trouble seemed to follow in more ways than one. It was Halloween night and Michelle and her friend Krista were going out for some Halloween fun. Krista was the girl that all the guys wanted to do, and she liked it that way. Michelle on the other hand was just stupid enough to follow Krista into some of the adventures that always ended up bad, for Michelle anyway. Krista was dressed up like a Black Cat and Michelle was dressed up like a pink bunny. Krista went the sexy black cat in a tight spandex while Michelle went for the fuzzy pink jammies that had feet attached. The girls drive up in Michelle's 1969 Montego to Krista's latest boyfriend's house, who was a prick to put it politely and never did like Michelle because Krista kept her around to keep Krista out of too much trouble. Being a late bloomer at 17 Michelle had never drank before that night but decided to get through the night she must drink the 40 pounder of Rye that they had brought with them. One swig after another in the car and then drink after drink in the house of the Prick, she was going to get through this night without the Prick's nastiness bothering her. Needless to say that only about an hour later she found herself in the Montego with the other people going to a party, if memory serves her right there was Krista, the prick and a couple of his nasty Prick friends. The darkness of being very drunk was setting in, and as Michelle tried to get out of the car she couldn't do it, the doors seemed locked from the outside. Voices were calling for her to climb out of the window....why was she supposed to climb out of the window and why was it so hard to actually move across the back seat to get to the window on the passenger's side? Climbing out of the window and reaching the ground? As she was led across the street she looked back and saw her priced Montego in the ditch...on the road the ditches were like gulley's and her baby had been parked too close to the side and had slid into the ditch....Mistake #2 of the night
The cold marble of the entranceway was the next thing Michelle remembered, voices and people trying to get her to the bathroom....But these idiots at this party wouldn't let this drunken fool just stay at the entranceway or even in the bathroom to die in peace, No they had to pull her outside onto the front lawn...Mistake #3
Michelle tries to figure out why she is so cold, why she feels so wet when she knows she has warm fuzzy jammies on, why she keeps hearing loud noises in her ears, why she feels her ribs getting booted....Mistake #4,5,6
Drifting in and out of conscienceness she discovers that she is alone and nobody is there, of course her friend is off with her Prick and his Pricky friends, out in the back seat of her Montego that had since been pulled out of the ditch....why wasn't she dead by now?
The next alertness brings forth too much heat, Michelle is in front of a fireplace feeling like she is burning up...Ding Ding, wake up assholes these jammies Michelle has on are highly flammable....Mistake #23 by now
It's not until Michelle screams out in pain that she is moved from the fire and everything goes dark...........................
The next day arrives and Michelle is miraculously waking up in her own bed, but when she looks in the mirror all she sees is her hair stuck to her face and a body that looks like she has been in a to the death fight. Krista had stayed sober the previous night and driven them home. Michelle was lucky to be alive and until Krista saw all the bruising on Michelle's body she thought everything she had done the night before was funny. She explained to Michelle the various adventures she had had, that Michelle had been pulled outside onto the lawn and hosed down, that people had been lighting off firecrackers all around her and been shooting at her from the sundeck with a BB gun, and when the night was almost over her jammies had been lit on fire at the cabin down the dark road....at least she didn't have to drop before she was rolled to put out the fire....
This was Michelle's first episode with alcohol, enough to kill most people, not enough to stop her from drinking and not near enough to stop Krista from hanging out with Pricks who liked to abuse Michelle........
THE END...or is it

Remembering nothing

During the week I wake up and take my daughter to school then come home get a cup of tea and sit in front of the computer to get the daily update. I check my email and then I go through the Hockey sites, the Nascar sites, the gossip sites, the blogs and the News sites, not in that particular order but that is generally the norm for my surfing. After reading what the world has to offer I generally just shake my head at the ignorance of the world and wonder why I am not doing something more productive. I remember the old saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all", that usually stops me from posting a lot on some of the blogs I read. I try to figure out why when I have the best and strongest spam protection I still get some crap in my email about Viagra or Mortgages? I don't take drugs and I don't have a Mortgage, for crying out loud leave me alone. Yes a lot of people hate me when they find out I am a 40 yr old single woman who has no mortgage but I just stick my tongue out at them and say "neener neener neener", hard work and having some rich cronies that have died made me as fortunate as I am today. A couple of guys could have had all my money at different times in my adult life but lucky for me I always fall for the men who are unattainable. My best thoughts and ideas always come at night when I am far away from my computer or just too damn tired to get up and type them up. By morning the ideas are gone and I stammer on like I am doing today. Today is Thanksgiving in Canada and my daughter and I are going down to the Salvation Army and help feed those less fortunate than we are. Pay it forward.....

Hard to say....but probably true

Which Tarot Card Are You?
You are the Fool card. The Fool fearlessly begins the journey into the unknown. To do this, he does not regard the world he knows as firm and fixed. He has a seemingly reckless disregard for obstacles. In the Ryder-Waite deck, he is seen stepping off a cliff with his gaze on the sky, and a rainbow is there to catch him. In order to explore and expand, one must disregard convention and conformity. Those in the throes of convention look at the unconventional, non-conformist personality and think What a fool. They lack the point of view to understand The Fool's actions. But The Fool has roots in tradition as one who is closest to the spirit world. In many tribal cultures, those born with strange and unusual character traits were held in awe. Shamans were people who could see visions and go on journeys that we now label hallucinations and schizophrenia. Those with physical differences had experience and knowledge that the average person could not understand. The Fool is God. The number of the card is zero, which when drawn is a perfect circle. This circle represents both emptiness and infinity. The Fool is not shackled by mountains and valleys or by his physical body. He does not accept the appearance of cliff and air as being distinct or real. Image from: Mary DeLave