My blogging activity has almost come to a stand still. I always mean to write more, but since I don't have a computer with internet access at home, I find it difficult to post on a regular basis. I think a lot of my fellow bloggers go through this. I haven't 'heard' from Muggaz in months, and where oh where are Mignuna, Macky, and others that have left the scene? BlueDev, is busy with work and home, and other people have simply just stopped posting without a goodbye. I miss 'em all, ...

My girl graduated from Grade One to Grade Two, and I couldn't be prouder. Way to go, honey...

I've been surveyed. Check it out, because I'm pretty interested in hearing some feedback about it. I don't want to say anything in this article, because I don't want to give anything away about it, but after you've completed the survey, respond with your thoughts. And don't read any further until you've completed it.

I spent an enjoyable evening just drinking pint after pint of Wellington's SPA, laughing a lot, and fending off an amorous man. I had no plans in mind when I set out after work, but I did happen to walk by the martini bar that I frequent quite regularly while working nights. I met up with the best girl in town and talked for a bit, headed next door to my regular haunt and spent some time there with a girl who is definitely the right girl for a good friend of mine. After he closed his bar, and...

I’m not saying that I can’t get all emotional, but I usually don’t. For example, the movies that I pick are generally not the kind that one tends to get all weepy about. Bring on starships, enemy fighters and the kickass fighting moves, but these ingredients don’t generally bring on the tears. Count me out on any movie that going to elicit criticisms of the scholarly kind. I can get all didactical about influences, tone and geographical inconsistencies in film, too, but I don’t want to. I don...

Every once in awhile I feel like just reaching out for the phone and placing a well-timed call. I want to talk to someone who would jump at the chance of a sudden road trip, a unplanned weekend getaway, or a night of bar-hopping in a city unknown. I'd like to call up someone who has a newspaper nearby and say 'pick a concert, and lets get going." I'd like to ride up to someone's house with a picnic already packed and say, 'know a good place to relax?' I want the unpredictable to happen, and ...

I'd complain about the heat, but since I spent so much time this winter complaining about how bloody cold it was, I'll say nothing at all... I went to the recycling centre out on Pido Road this morning, and I couldn't help but remember how often I end up there, aiming to get a free blue box. Maybe it's the area that I live in, but I've yet to have less than 3 months go by before I make the same trek all over again. Living by a high school gives a good guess as to why the latest one has d...

I swear, there's something wrong with my sister. She literally is causing fights between us, because of her inability to listen, or else, she is simply not paying attention. I'm hoping that there is some medical reason why this is happening, because then I can attribute it all to that, and not simply bad manners. We were talking, at the top of our bloody lungs, about why I didn't come over to her house this morning to get her to drive Kole to school. (We live next door to each other.) ...

Have to go to a meeting at work tomorrow, requested by team members, specifically excluding our RL's presence. Funny that I have nothing to do with the arranging of said meeting. About 2 months ago, I would have been at the head of the lineup, now? I simply don't care. I'm not about to get fired over nitpicking. I won't hold my tongue if relevant points are brought up, but there are ways to get your point of view across, and I'm not sure that this is one of them. Went to a lovely weddin...

It's not the first time I've recognized this about myself. I'm pretty good at avoiding topics that I simply do not want to discuss. When I'm on smoke break at work, the last thing that I generally want to talk about is work . I mean, shite, I've only got 15 minutes to get away from it all... I just flat-out don't want to hear about someone else's bad day. It's a 50-50 draw that I'm having one, too. And if I'm relaxing at my pub, having a pint, the last thing that I want to h...

Back to work tomorrow, and bloody early at that. I complain about every shift I get, I guess. I hate the 4:30 - 1:00 am shift because its just too damned late. I can't stand working 10 - 6:30 because I get so stressed from making sure that my girl is at school and that I've got something ready for dinner at night, but this 7:30 - 4:00pm crap is for the birds. The only one that's going to be worse is next week's shift that starts at 7:00am. What makes it all worse is that the truck died ...

I've always been a tough girl. By that, I mean that I was raised by a mother who took us to the doctor for any slight illness, who encouraged trips to the hospital for things that would get shrugged off after spending more than 6 hours in the waiting room. The scales were evened though. See, I was also raised by a father who would say, 'if it ain't bleeding, you ain't hurt.' He was the kind of guy who would step on a nail, have it poke through the skin, rip it out, slap some neosporin on...

A good day after all.... I talked to my friend who quit work tonight... all is well. AND I'm going to see Money Money tonight. No complaints here. Link

I just can't tell anymore if what I've got is a cold that won't get further than just getting started, or the onlslaught of allergies. I'm hoping its the former, that my immune system is bravely stepping up to the plate, and batting away any major attempts at bringing me down, but it's been almost 5 days now where its getting hard to stop coughing and my eyes to stop watering. Boo hoo. I just can't tell if a specific person at work is a lesbian or not. For me, it doesn't matter at all, b...

I've always took being able to read for granted. I was a very early reader, and my mother says I never struggled with it at all. In fact, she said that I was able to read kids' books by age two. By kindergarden, I was reading the newspaper and novel-length books. I asked her how she taught me and she shrugged, saying that she never taught me, that I had taught myself. She did note that I was obsessed with Sesame Street; with the phonics program, in particular. However, I'm faced with a ...