From my previous post, some might worry, but it's all good. Or, it's not that bad, depending on the type of person you are. You know, glass half empty or half full. Anywho... life just keeps rocking and rolling. Work's all right, family life is pleasant and my love life is just so. There's nothing to complain about, nothing to cry about, nothing to worry about. Which is fine. I feel like I've been maintaining for the past month. Not doing too much, not doing too little. I've bee...

Life is simple. There isn't much going on... work, eat, sleep, live. I've been maintaining a period of relative calm. It's been pretty quiet, and pretty satisfying after contemplating real injustices. There's so much shit going on in the world... I've got no right to complain. I've got a healthy family, a happy (if not pretty messy) home, and am slowly recovering from a cold that seems to be neverending. I've lost ten pounds since the new year. It's partly due to not feeling like eati...

It's been over nine months since I started work at my place of employment and it's pretty easy to see how things work. The firings have started which means that the panic of finding enough employees is over and the weeding out process has begun. The turnover rate in the industry is 5 months, so I'm told. Our stats are better, but mostly because of the area. There really isn't much else that will offer better wages or more importantly, better reliability. Key terms tossed around are 'tea...

I've been reading Leonard Cohen's Beautiful Losers and its a marvelous, winding, tangenty kind of book. It's also pretty graphic, detailing a lost man's thoughts about relationships, love, and loss. My friends at work have been accusing me of reading porn though, due to its wordy descriptions and power to make me giggle aloud. The teasing has gotten out of hand though, and I'm a bit astounded about being labelled a perv when they have monthly subscriptions to both Cosmo and Maxim, soft...

For some time now, I've been mentally composing my letter of resignation. No need to worry. It's not going to be one of those nasty, say-every-bad-thing-that-I've-ever-thought-of-the-place kind of letter. It'll be just yer basic 'thank you for the opportunity blah, blah, blah' one. I've said it before, I don't hate my job. But I sure as hell don't love it, either. But I've been doing some serious thinking lately, and it's time to finally do the right thing. I've been hanging around ...

So, I was super-pissed at my sister last blog, and tonight we've managed to spend a relatively decent night together. Go figure. We went out for beer first (Well, I had the beer, she drove) and then, we decided to rent some movies and go back to her place and eat fattening foods and bliss out on teen-angst chick flicks. I was actually kind of pissed to start with... she had arranged childcare for both of our kids and had led me to believe that we were going to go out on the town. But, of...

As hot as my temper can boil, I also find it pretty easy to avoid fights. In fact, now that I am older, I find it wiser to just forget about it, than to hash everything out in the heat of the moment. My sister is not like that. My sister pretty much calls me a coward when I get up and leave. She throws accusations wildly, stating that " You always do this. You can never finish a discussion, you always have to run ." Grrr. It's not that I don't want to continue our 'discussion' (which ...

still sick. still got a job. still love being a mom. still owe money. still like the guy at work. still hooked on Alias. still standing.

For a time, my sister always had a blue towel tied around her neck. Not in honour or Superman, Batman or other caped crusader. No, she wore hers because of her devout belief that Underdog was the ultimate hero. She wore it around the house. She wore it in the backyard. She even wanted to wear it to school. Some things I never forget. Everytime I see “Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban” I tear up during this part. No shit. I have no clue why, but this scene moves me so much. T...

I mentioned that I needed to go out to party... to drunk to edit proberly... have had fun... dind't get into tooo mjuch trouble, but didn't stay completely pritsitene. figure that outr. Nic. ps . got a date tomorrow with my crush... could be nice. letya know.

I've been thinking about the eventuality of not writing on Joeuser. Now, I'm not saying I'm planning on this happening anytime in the near future, but recent events made me consider this. Firstly, where the hell did everyone go? If you check to my blog list to the left, and look at who's not posting lately, it seems as if everyone is taking a break. Which may be the kiss of death. The pros to this, though, is that I'm actually getting an opportunity to read other people's stuff. I'v...

I know that the word 'stupid' for many people is just not done. It's one of the last things you want to hear your kid say about someone else, or heaven forbid, in reference to themselves. But there really are stupid people out there. I was at work tonight and a woman called up, asking me how to access her voicemail. Easypeasy, but yes, I understand that there is a generation or two that might not be that familiar with electronic equipment. So, I ask her some information about her cellp...

I am a firm believer that we make our own heaven or hell... ... and our moods largely depend on simply ourselves. For instance, I am either going to completely ignore the fact that the idiot upstairs was cranking out really bad country music until at least 4:00 am this morning and continue on as usual, or I am going to blame every negative thing that happens to me today on that rat bastard. And so far, I've got a lot of fingerpointing stored up. -My dog died today. -I have 33 bucks...

Anyone who has lived in a winter climate has experienced some fabulous wipe-outs. I took the cake, the other day. I was cursing and vexed because I was running late. The truck got stuck but thanks to some pretty great highschoolers, we got it pushed to a better place. I was thanking them when it happened. I went heels over head and landed straight down... and ended up spending several hours in the ER. Diagnosis? Mild concussion. My own feelings? I can't believe that there's somethin...