A Long Winter Already

It's been 5 months by the looks of things here. It's been a crazy, changing, chaotic 5 months. Life has been constantly changing these days and the drives back and forth to PA give me a lot of time and space for thinking. I still blog in my head really, the whole jotting it down thing is the issue. I guess you could say it's mind bloggiling.

Nicki was right...summer and blogging just don't seem to mesh all that well. And what a summer it's been thus far. Somehow I have it in my head that this is my last summer of being a irresponsible deviant. By next summer I should be a professional funeral director and embalmer, and with that there seems to come a sense of public decency. What does this mean exactly? Well, given that society in general has been progressing, speaking mainly of trends of what is socially acceptable. Times are a changin, but in some areas slower than others. Does this mean no public drunkeness, no visible tattoos, no fighting with assholes in public places? I sure hope not, but I am more than willing to cool it in a couple of these areas.
It seems when you force yourself to choose the people in your life who are having a positive impact, rather than a damaging controlling effect, life just seems so much more simple. I like the way things are going right now, besides being horribly nervous about actually finishing school and becoming a professional adult (ha ha). Who cares if my ex got married last weekend, I mean really, I wasn't going to marry him or reproduce with him anyways.
And it's cool to have a friend boy that is totally cool and weird. Scary, but the potential for goodness is there. I'm trying not to fall into old patterns of thinking that come with being in awful relationships that involve control and manipulation, that shit is running deep though and sometimes bites back. Keep plugging away, who knows, maybe one of these days I will deal with the growing list of neglected shit that is clearly overdue. Yep...but thats another tale for another time.

All I gotta say is...Fuck internet dating.

A Tittilating Week Indeed

Celebrated Simone's 11th birthday.
Watched Hailey dance so damn good it brought tears to my eyes.
Got my morning glories planted, and all the other flowers too.
Played webkinz games, earning many bucks for fabulous prizes.
Didn't get a job, do my taxes, or finish my school journaling or go to curves.
It's really hard being unorganized all the time, kind of chaotic. Trying to figure it all out at once never really works for me, and yet I just keep on trying it. Funny how that works.

When I got home from work today, my mom and Bob were in my back yard trying to start my mower. Weird, I know, what a thing to come home home to. Anyways...the point of all this. We went in the house and when my ma sees my cat she says, "Ewww, is that thing ever fricken ugly, it's the ugliest fricken thing I've ever seen." Nice one momsy, you don't see me whining about how fricken ugly Bob is, so just shut the hell up about my damn cat already. Crap, I never need to wonder where the blunt asshole living just under my surface comes from, do I now?
It's been a long couple of weeks, working lots and playing little. How the hell am I supposed to meet the love of my life while sitting at home exhausted, playing on facebook? Don't get me wrong, I have been thoroughly enjoying reconnecting with the good folks, but as far as relationship potential, the pickins are slim. Besides, is refalling for childhood boyfriends really a productive use of my time? Probably not, and anyways, I'm not looking for a future ex husband, I'm looking for a partner in crime. It's silly to think it's smart to want someone who lives on the other side of the world, this I already know. Why do I always want what I shouldn't, knowing that I shouldn't want it, damn, now that's a hell of a question. Forever seeking the deviant thrills...atta girl.

Pad Boy

Too Funny

I did something super funny today, I accidentally wore 2 different shoes to work. I was in a bit of a hurry leaving, slipped one on, grabbed something off the table, slipped into the other one and took off. The really funny thing is, I didn't notice until I went to polish them to leave for a funeral. Ha ha ha on me, had to stay that way all day.

I love the apocolyptic pink sky of the early evening on a rainy day, it's so stunningly beautiful and morose.
I bought some labello lip chap this evening that is a strawberry flavour, smells alright but it has a flaw. It's bright fricken red!!! How are you supposed to slather it all over your parched lips when it's bright red? I may wind up looking like a two-bit hooker, or possibly a circus clown, crikey. Why is it when you fall for an excellent lip chap they stop making it? I hate that one. I love the natural ice, have for years, but it's become super hard to find, and that frosts my dry lips.
On a brighter note, I got a new cat today. She's black (how fitting)and her name is Tia. She's lean and loving, and if I can still breathe with her here, maybe she can stay. She seems quite fascinated at this point with exploring the house, it probably smells like chinchilla in places. I hope she likes Oscar though, cause really, he was here first, and he's not going anywhere just yet.
I'm so glad there were no burials today, that would have sucked. It's been raining so hard all day, cause we need more moisture, right? Some things are good moist, surely a cemetery isn't one of them. Speaking of which, I haven't seen my supposed boyfriend in a long time, I wonder if I'll ever get to talk to him again. Gotta love anything that reminds you of what it is like to be 12 again.

Jen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

18 days later she comes back. Again my blog has been neglected, big surprise. Since I've gone back to work full time it seems that a lot of things are being neglected. My house is a disaster, emails are going unresponded to, phone calls aren't being made, never mind the list of ongoing household fixer-ups sitting on my desk, AND my required work journaling is at least a week behind. Sheesh, no pressure hey.
Anyways...it's not really motorcycle maintenance either, it's all about the basics of car repair. I'm enjoying maintaining my jetta, it's quite empowering doing my own car repair. Last month I figured out how to change a headlight bulb, this week was a taillight. It wasn't actually burnt out, it had just become disconnected. But in order to figure that out, I had to dig in and find out how to get to it, after I has already been to partsource and bought replacement bulbs. It felt cool, and yep, once you have no men to rely on for car stuff, it's amazing what you can learn to do yourself.
It's been a crazy run. The past month has been so chaotic it's amazing that I am able to remain upright. Kelli's wedding, numerous birthdays, finishing school (I graduate this Friday!) and working full time, wow, crazy busy. Good thing I tend to naturally thrive off of a high speed lifestyle, otherwise I'd be fucked.
I was going to post something the other day, and went looking for an image of an ass made of meat. Wow, beware if you ever type "meatass" into google images. Ha ha ha, got so distracted I had to go to my room. The side effect of not having a jolly good rogering in way too long....anyways, that's another tale for another time.
Goals for the year:
Secure a financially substantial internship in Saskatoon.
Wait for the market to level and find a house in a neighborhood I love.
Maybe even date someone who is worth my time and energy(Likely the hardest of the three.) Speaking of which, I had a thought the other day. Why do we call piggish men dogs when dogs are actually loyal and loving and trustworthy? Weird hey?

Girls With Pipes

Today was a pretty cool day at work, busy as hell but still great. I lifted a lot of caskets today, those suckers are heavy. Luckily only one was full, but I did have to lift that one a few times...good thing I got nice pipes. The thing about this business it that I tend to have a fair bit of time to think. I often find myself standing silently, or driving quietly while surrounded by tons of strangers. My mind tends to wander a bit. So there I was getting out of the drivers seat of the limo, opening doors for the family I was carrying, when I noticed something cool. The 3 people running the show were myself and 2 other women....Now to really see the coolness in this scenerio, you may have to condsider that it was a funeral service. I was following the 6 men carrying the casket to the graveside, which was quite a jaunt might I add, when I noticed the rear was starting to droop substantially. Somewhere in my head I recalled hearing that if you see this happening, step up and give em a hand. Well, thats what I did. For a brief second the fellow on the back right looked back relieved, noticed I was female and looked shocked, then again the look of relief, knowing that it was his corner that was becoming to heavy to hold. It felt good, the whole day was a feel good experience for me. My first family pick up, my first time ushering, my first time driving a family to the graveside, and my first time driving them home. It's not that you really get to know people, but something definately happens when there is trust and comfort shared during a rough time...I am loving my new career.

The Perfect Sunday

What a nice day it was today. Spent it cruising around the city, wind in my face, hair aflutter, riding bitch on the back of a motorcycle. A nice big boy to wrap my arms around, skulls on the sides of my borrowed helmet, shucking all forms of responsibility...can it get any better than that? We went to the adobe inn for breakfast beers, then back to the city for a delicious lunch at the riv lounge (who would have thought?) Very nice. Turns out I don't mind riding bitch sometimes, gives you the freedom of being able to watch the world around you, which is extra cool when you are essentially totally exposed and wide open to the elements. Nice one dude, again, who would have thought?

Nice One

They fucking rocked...WOW. Wow, wow, wow, that was hot. And D didn't come cause he was scared of me, and fair enough, he should be at this point. All the strength he loved and hated me for is back, all the things I let him take from me are returning too...fuck you pussy, really.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, what happens if you slip something through the slot thqt may change things as you know them? What happens then? Who really knows the answer to that one, I guess we wait and see...

Wasn't that a Party

Oh my birthday was sooo much fun! Who would have thought I could learn the macarena on my 33rd birthday? We danced, we sang, we drank and we laughed our asses off. I'll say it again, I have some of the best friends one could possibly have, it was good times. Almost makes it okay that my mom didn't give me a birthday present, or even mention the thought of giving me one...oh well, add it to the list.

Oh Yeah Baby!

Ain't no sweeter relief than handing in all my completed assignments. Today was a productive day, and I am fucking done funeral school! (except for those 2 pesky finals next week)I admit I almost threw in the towel a few times today, but with the incredible help of my pals chocolate bunny, coffee and cigarettes, I managed to pull it out of my ass...YAY ME!!!
And yeah, for all you buttheads out there who never responded to my birthday invitation, you better hurry. The party is tomorrow night, or technically tonight I guess, depends how you look at it. Either way, it's sounding like it may be some fun. 8:30 at the Colonial, be there or be an asshead...ha ha ha ha ha

Tis so True

What can I say, I am but a beast.
Who's to say that the rules apply?
Attraction must follow some unspoken path.

lovely

I love my friends

They're awesome.
We just had a kick ass dinner party in celebration of my birthday. It turns out though that besides all that, the food was delicious, the laughter was bouncing off the walls, and the girls are all back up on their feet.
I just had a scary thought though...this is the first time in history that Sam, Nicki and I are all single AT THE SAME TIME. Look out world, it only gets better from here, the only way we can go from the bottom is up, and me thinks we are all on the train to the sky. Us beautiful, intelligent and thoughtful women deserve to finally have what we deserve to have. We've all had our turn at nurturing the mentally damaged, and beaten the dead horse to the ground so to speak. Spring is a great time for new growth, and even though the weight of the world has been, is and will continue to be on my shoulders, it's ok. I can carry it, and I know that my girls can too. Is this what 33 is going to be, all adult and brilliant like? Sounds good, I'll take it, in fact I may even have seconds...who knows.

Although I wonder why no one has responded to my birthday invitation. Do I scare people? Did they not notice how secretly creative that invitation was? What???
Meanwhile the phrase "dropping the baby at the finish line" won't seem to leave my head. I got an extension on an essay due last week, and it was supposed to be handed in friday night by midnight. Issue's anyone? 1 week left of school yet sooo much homework to finish...ugghhh. No point in jeopardizing myself though, I can't wait to become a funeral director. I love the whole process and the variety of lives involved. So maybe I should get out of here whilst I am feeling so damn typative and go and finsih the damn essay...ok then.

Yee Haw!

16 more days of school, many major assignments due, 2 exams, and that's all folks!
Oh yeah, and 4 days till my birthday, YAY!

Happy Fuckin Easter

Waking up a little pissy this this morning, it being Easter and all. Whatever right, it's just another overcommercialized holiday that somewhere along the line went from being about Jesus, to being all about bunnies and chocolate and eggs. The thing that sticks in my head is that holidays like this should be about family, the gathering of people you consider to be family. I guess that explains my top of the morning pissiness, the lack of feeling like I actually belong to a family at all. I got a message from my brother last night saying that he is flying in this morning for my grandpa's funeral tomorrow, but today he will be in Humboldt spending Easter with our family. Now my mom metioned something about this the other day, she didn't invite me mind you, or even bother to ask what my plans were, but she mentioned it. She didn't mention my birthday next week either, but we'll save that one for another day. Which leads us back to my current mood. I'm not saying they had any obligation to invite me, but really, it might have been nice to be considered. So here I sit, Easter morning, no signs of the easter bunny here, for my kids are at their dad's. I drink coffee and smoke numerous cigarettes and wonder how to spend my glorious easter...maybe a little homework, maybe some laundry, or maybe I could go hang out with my ex and his mother as that is the only remotely close to holiday spirit invitation I have received. Hmmm...family.
On a brighter note though, our trip to Moose Jaw yesterday was excellent. Just me and Nicki on the open road with the sun shining. We played pool, we ate Thai food, we swam blissfully in the mineral waters with the cool open air on our faces, and even managed to take in a testosterone filled live UFC fight in a really cool old hotel bar surrounded by fellas of all shapes and sizes. I didn't even mind the half-drunk dark drive home, the night was full of stars galore. Refreshing really, and good thing too, cause I have a feeling it's going to be a long week.

Oh Spring I Welcome Thee!

Today is the turning day, spring equinox. That thought alone should be enough to scream, "there is hope"!
It's been one of the craziest winters I've ever known, for so many people. There's been turmoil and change, and chaos and aggression. Power shifts aplenty, tension cascading, leaving us grabbing our hair wondering if we have the strength. I'm learning as I go, making it up along the way. It's like the more I reach out, the more that comes back. I'm beginning to feel very strong, physically and emotionally. It's amazing how fast the changes begin to happen when you set your mind to things. Finding the key to the balance is key.
Isolation versus socialization
the gradual manslaughter of the heart strings.
We carry on, and we can choose to trudge by miserably, or we can stand up tall, look it in the eye and push back. I myself am choosing to fight. I want what I want and I'm learning in order to get it, I have to be willing to fight for it. What can I say, I've always been a stimulation junkie.
Speaking of which...I need to get out of the hood. Pretty bad when you go to leave to the store you have to ask the cops sitting outside in the car if they are here to speak to you. Maybe they are, but maybe they are going to the house attached to your's, possibly the other house, about 4 down. It's hard to say. What chaos. Both the above mentioned other houses have similar problems. Messed up women getting out of hand. It happens more than I care to know, but you usually can't help but see or hear or get sucked into it somehow, when it's surrounding you.
Yep, still looking for a suitable suitor, and a new house. Big requests I know. I did get offered a job yesterday, and I think it may be good. I have a few questions that I will need answered, related to scheduling and conflict of interest stuff, you know, details. Exciting and scary, can I fill the roll of office administrator? I guess I can try and see how it goes, a real job, wow.

Here we go

After feckless attempts at reconciliation she decided to finally walk away.

I Want Some

I want what the beautiful people have.
I think I am finally buying into this whole "adult" thing.
I want a beautiful husband and a beautiful house with our beautiful vehicles parked in our beautiful yard. I want to go on exotic vacations to sunny destinations. I want these things too.
I have a beautiful car that I love so now all I really need is a husband and a house, then we can start planning our vacation.
How hard can it be, once you decide for sure this is indeed what you need? We'll see.
Yes I am avoiding accounting homework again, and the dishes as well. That's what my blog is here for, always when I need a valid distraction. It's super.
My accounting class is turning out to be a ton of work. Some of it is complicated, but mostly it's just time consuming. I'm not used to having to put so much effort into a class. Only 4 more classes to do though, and in 2 months I will have completed my funeral directors certificate. Whoohoo...that's so soon. This has been whizzing by like crazy fast, probably because it is holding my interest.
Well that's all, just thought I'd put it out there, maybe this will better my chances of actually getting what I want out of life.

Avoiding the T-Bar

Yep, should be doing my bookkeeping assignments, due tomorrow, yep 3 of them.
I love that my blog is always here for me when I should be doing schoolwork.

P.S Any of you ladies out there notice that working out makes you horny?
Is it related to feeling better, or could it just be pms...hmmmmmm.

So the Approach is Somewhat Lacking

Like Nicki said, for a girl with such bravado, she sure is lacking in the approach. Ok so she didn't quite say that exactly, but you get the the point. It's true, I tend to be a brazen, loud mouthed woman, unless it comes to talking to members of the opposite sex. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with strange men, or guys who are my friends, but throw in the element of attraction and I am fucked. Sigh...how does one learn to not act like a retard whilst talking to a fellow? Crap, I fear I may have blown my big chance at my next boyfriend because I got flustered and walked away in the middle of the conversation.
Otherwise I feel pretty good this morning, considering I drank myself sober and din't get home until 3am. Why am I up so damn early then you ask, well I'll tell you. The orangutan next door was at it bright and early this morning, about 7:45am. He was bangin on the doors and walls, screaming to be let out of his cage. Ok, they don't actually keep him in a cage, but maybe they should ha ha. And he's not really an orangutan, he's an attention starved 6 year old with a mother that just wants to be left alone. I live in a duplex and my bedroom wall is also their bedroom wall. It sucks when you are trying to sleep off a hangover, or just trying to sleep in period. So yeah, I was up at 8 and I am slowly working on my 2nd cup of coffee, knowing damn well that I am going to crap out before the fat part of this day is done. All in all an ok night though, except that I am a gimp and will be kicking myself in the ass all week for my lack of verbal intercourse.

that sucked

So I just sucked up a red ponytail holder with the vacuum, oops.

Today, as many others of late was a day with a full range of emotion. Forget range of motion exercises, where do I sign up for the class on emotional health? Maybe at curves. I'm kinda pumped about the thought. Me and some of the gals from my posse went for a body analysis and measurements today. Wow, it wasn't as bad as any of us thought it would be, and I think we all walked away thinking there is hope for us yet. We regrouped afterwards for coffee and cigarettes and discussed the logistics of the program, oh yeah and chips. Sam and I snuck them across the parking lot after we left the joint, hoping that no one was watching out the window. Ha ha ha, aren't we sneaky. Double sneaky in fact. Ha ha. Change of topic.
I was starting to feel more human today, until I received an emotionless email about sealing some wine bottles I have in the basement. It was very informative, then it pissed me off. Of all the questions I have asked and wanted answers to, that was indeed not one of them. BAHHH Dealing with grief and emotional overload sucks!
Breaking up is hard to do.

Ha Ha Ha

Lookin Good George!

Yeah ummm...cause it's just one of those nights. A monday that eats like a sunday.

14 more minutes

Well, I've almost survived a really shitty valentines day, it's almost technically over, mentally it may never be, but if you ask the clock, the time is damn near up. It's been a bit of a depressing time for this here blog, the past month or so. It's also been a time of change and chaos and mental exploration. Through this I have learned a few thing:
1. You can't roll over or under things, you have to trudge through them.
2. You can want what you think you want, but it may not be what you need or get.
3. Weight loss is a great and simple side effect of mental anguish.

Started work at the funeral home this past monday, it's been a bit quiet but that's ok. I hoped for that, in fact I special requested it. I'm not sure how capable I am this week of being surrounded by other's grief, especially if it moves me. It would be selfish of me to drag my own issues onto someone elses dance floor. It's ok to let it get to you if it's for them, but not if I am sad for me, that would be disrespectful. We did have a valentines funeral today, it was quite lovely. I felt like I belonged, like people are seeing me as strangely out of place, yet somehow I look like I know what I am doing and are there for the right reasons. It feels good to have someone looking around for help, seeing me, and knowing I am there to help. Just like anything I guess, once the confidence in ability grows, it shows. That and it's a great distraction from my own reality. My favorite thing of the day was taking off in the chrysler 300 (black & chrome) to run errands on my own. Yesterday I got to take the caddy limo out for a drive in the country, on the highway, fun. I love the stature that comes with this business, looking gorgeous with great hair, all dressed up in a feminine suit, black of course, with a long wool coat, also black, driving the company vehicles, funny but yes, more black...I love the feeling.
I need to settle this shit storm down a little, how much physically can you take before you crap out? My guts are absolutely rotten. That was damn near a double entendre, or was it? Who cares. This is getting a little fat, don't want to bore my devoted fans. I'll leave you with this, it seems appropriate, given the day and all.

Happy Fricken Valentines Day

The Mourning After

Life fucking hurts sometimes.

A Month of Reckoning

It's been a long month, winter on the prairies bites ass. It's so cold and snowy, it's enough to make you wonder why you bother, living here that is.
This January was the 25th anniversery of my Father's death, and likely the hardest yet. It was the first time I've ever really thought back to the time surrounding his death, how strange the memories are. It's true, I've been different ever since. Not like I really knew who I was at 8 years old, but that single event changed the course of my life forever. The memories are probably warped and distorted, how could they not be? I wish I could remember more, or that someone would actually (God forbid) want to talk about it. It's the unspoken tragedy. It was like an extended holiday from reality, one which I am not sure I have ever really recovered from.
I wish I could write or play guitar, something to open the gate, but that hasn't been an option thus far. Who would have thought funeral school would be such a moving experience.
Babies are good though. It seems like all of a sudden there are babies everywhere in my life. It's good, it satisfies my urge to even consider wanting more. Knowing my body is already too old, it would likely kill me, not to mention the sleepless nights and extreme chaos. Then there's the fact that they grow up to be teenagers. THAT alone is an incredibly effective measure of birth control. Yeah, other peoples babies are good...bye baby, see you next time.
I need to bleed, what a relief that would be right now. My back and boobs are painfully cramping my style. 3 finals this week and PMS is surely not the most logical state of mind. Throw it on top of yearning for closure or something like it with an ex, a right fucked up neighbor, and a dirty car that you can't even wash if you wanted to because it is so fucking cold that all the carwashes are closed, and it makes for a nasty sort of temperament....gotta love Sunday mornings.

What's up Cookiepuss?

That question is a loaded gun.
How about the novels that most capture my attention
are those that have captured grief.
How about breaking into your innermost foundation
and busting it apart.
How about the one where you know it's bad for you
but you want it anyways.
How about that?

I have found a new love...it came in the form of a 2003 black jetta.
Absolutely lovely not only to look at, but to maneuver as well.
It's so dirty from being in melting Regina, seeing snoop dogg,
that I am ashamed to take her picture...tsk, tsk, tsk on me.
Some say it looks like a beamer, but I don't care about that.
And yes I am avoiding my homework, by writing here instead,
so on that note I leave you broken and unfed. (dead also rhymed, but if you're here you're likely not dead yet)

The Unravelling of the Mind

But it's late,
and I've had too much to think.

Life is Crazy

It sure is...
Getting here was half the battle, but I'm back. I've got 2+ weeks of awesome blog material stored in my head, and jotted on tiny scraps of paper kicking about. My harsh neglect may or may not have gone unnoticed, but lucky you (someone must read this shit...) I plan to tell you all about it tonight. Well not all of it of course, because that could go on for days. Hmmm...where to start, how about the beginning?
Shit, where did that beginning go...this won't work, I'm confusing myself. How about I start with what to do for this year's winter activity. I like to take up something new during the long, hard Saskatchewan winter months, it helps, trust me. I have found 3 options that are all very appealing, and right here in my neighborhood. You'll never believe this but, one of the community associations around here are offering "Strippercise", yep that's what I said, "strippercise." What sounds more fun than this folks? Anyone else interested, hmmm, girls? The only thing freaking me out about option #1 is the thought of a bunch of neighborhood women writhing around on poles and the ground, dancing around. Anybody can sign up, I'll leave it at that. Option #2 is yoga. I've never taken a formal class, so this is also a fine option. It would be relaxing and serene. Which leads us to option #3...judo. Now this is nothing like yoga, or strippercise either for that matter. I could use an agressive romping, good for fun, fitness and power. This is the one I am leaning on, as it's probably the only one that would help me gain upper body strength, which I use a lot at work. Lugging bodies around requires serious strength. I don't know, the problem is that all 3 together would be an excellent way to quickly get into shape, and have fun while doing so. Too much time and money though. Too bad, I'll have to choose. Any suggestions? (This is the part where you consider it, " hmmm...I haven't commented on Jenn's blog for soooo long, maybe never even..."
Okay then, that took entirely way too long, and I could have said more. But I like to hold the readers attention by switching it up a little, you know, fuckin with ya. Things are crazy around here, life has been a whirlwind of exams and Christmas concerts, and chaos of crappy cars, and trying to plan a million details with a head already full of sociology and jurisprudence and threesomes, oh wait, that was a movie... Blah, so there, I summed it all up. There you have it, wait...I'm not done. One more thing, does anybody want to get together to make music? As I am once again coming into my own skin, this is something that needs to be reckoned with, I'm sick of pulling karaoke as a lame attempt at being a rock star. You can reach me at calamity74@shaw.ca So be there or be square
I have a computer final tomorrow, but it's kind of dumb studying. It's that kind of easy. I didn't study for the last one and walked away with a 96% final grade. Yeehaw! Rock and Roll, Merry Christmas (in case I don't come back before then), and nevermind, goodbye

Fact:

An egg in the microwave will explode before it soft boils.
I just learned this the hard way, but I'm glad I'm feeling wonky and this is really damn funny to me right now. Best of all, it had the nerve to do it while I was watching. Too fuckin funny.

It's 3 am I must be...something

Sometimes life is just refreshing. Sometimes all it takes to appreciate winter in Saskatchewan is to get drunk and partake in it in an unbiased, fuzzy-headed way. Or maybe it just warmed up enough that with the bright/fuzzy moonlight, you realize that this is your home and moving to the ocean won't be the same, but that you think your kids deserve to know the difference and maybe so do you, so you still plan to.

Snoo~oo~oo~oo~oop

The tickets arrived in the mail today, i'm excited. Something to look foward to here in the dead of winter. There's more freakin snow than anyone knows what to do with.
My neighbor, Dwain came over and we smoked a little, drank PC "New Wave" cola, and played with the Wii. Pretty cool machine, it is indeed. I love the way our culture has gotten kids of all ages hooked on video games, and has finally thought of a way to combat the effects. The Wii is totally interactive, in fact, my arm and shoulder are aching. WE played bowling, baseball, and boxing. Then I did a fitness test, apparantly I am 37 Wii years, hmmm...maybe if I had a gotten off the couch?
The school work's getting pretty heavy these days, no more fuckin the dogg. (pun fully intended) Speaking of which, I think Snoop is kinda hot, in a schmarmy gangster kind of way. It's Jessie's 17th birthday come groundhogs day, thought a little Snoop would make a nice gift. He's a pretty lucky little bastard, considering the shit he doles out...I'd say. And too bad for me that I have to drive and chaperone, cause man...anyways.
2 weeks
2 midterms
2 finals
Cause you know what they say right? Good things always come in twos.

I want a Ben Harper for Christmas

Finally...Spring

I love spring in November, it really makes a Saskatchewan winter feel short.
What a beautiful day for a highway drive...music up, windows down, cigarettes and water by my side, singing my buggered little heart out all the home, wee wee wee.
Just in the process of avoiding studying for a sociology exam tomorrow. Hmmm...says Freud, does this have anything to do with your repressed childhood desires? Yeah, maybe...