30 March 2003

Is that better?

You asked for it!

No turning back

She's had a week like no other. Not in terms of Drama. It's been a relatively calm week. But I had to return to LHS for practicum, and that sets off a whole chain of events and emotions.

I skipped Day One. I went to a job interview instead. There's not much point in me finishing my practicum if I can't afford to finish my degree! Interview went well. One of the ladies I spoke with worked at Tall Ships with me, so we already have an excellent rapport, which I hope will make up for my glaringly obvious deficiency in regional tourism awareness. How many times can one answer: "Well, my experience with teaching has taught me how to work with many different kinds of people" and hope that it fits questions like "How would you convince someone that they would enjoy a particular tourism site?" I don't think charm can carry me through, because I apparently lost it somewhere between reception and the board room where the interview took place.

Tuesday=Day 2. Didn't sleep Monday night. Typical, of course, since I *had* to be up. And this wasn't like Foundations, where I could just e-mail an excuse to the prof. I had no choice. That always makes it harder for me to drag my sorry ass out of bed. It was all a bit of a blur. I gave spelling tests to the 7s and 9s. I don't care what these new-agey educational philosophers say, I think it's important to know how to spell a word from memory. And it's a good idea to know definitions of words when you plan on using them in sentences. But I'm more about Ms. Nugent's method: Give them fun words, big words, and the words that you always wanted to be able to use. I don't see "Pituitary Gland" as a word necessary to the entire population. And really, do you think it's a good idea to give grade 9s a word like "gonads". They kept asking me to repeat it, and I suspect it had more to do with them wanting to hear their 20-something student teacher say it, than a lack of auditory skills on their part. The Grade 10s were ecstatic to see me back. I really do love that crowd. They love me because I didn't make them do any work when I taught them drama. They'll love me even more as an incompetent French teacher.

Wednesday, another blur. Dawn insisted that I have all of Thursday and Friday planned because she was going to be out on an inservice. Then when I planned everything for this coming week she said "You shouldn't plan that far ahead. You never know when there'll be interruptions. You can still expect a couple of snow days, and you don't want the lesson plan book to be messy." No.... Of course not. : ARGH!!! Joined the "Junior Drama" club as a consultant. They're doing "Hollywood Hotel." I haven't read the last half yet, but it seems amusing enough so far. I'm just there for support and suggestiong. The supervisor of the club seemed to think I wanted to take over when I suggested helping out. I'm not trying to upstage her, though. I just want to be involved. I'm in no mood to sit on my ass like I did last semester. I don't want to get home at 3 every day so I can tear my hair out from loneliness. No, sir. This semester will be different.

Thursday=relief. I really enjoy it much more when Dawn isn't there. I feel like I have more control. She never says anything, but I feel judged by here. And it's a paradox, because she needs to observe so she can evaluate me, but I do my best teaching when she's not there; when it's just me and the kids. I helped the grade 7s in math. Makes me feel like a genius. I AM THE FRACTION QUEEN!!! Why couldn't high school math be like that? And really, when was the last time I used a quadratic equation in everyday life? I used fractions today when I baked cornmeal muffins, but so far calculus has not been used functionally in my post-secondary career. I drove to WV for the evening to see Estelle and Poochie in the passion play at the chapel. My friends=good. Play=a little dry. But I was kept in stiches the entire time by the people I knew, as I watched them parade around in short "tunics". I have to apologize to Steph and Kevin -- I know it wasn't your cup of "tea", but I appreciate you accompanying me all the same. Got home post-midnight, after driving a shitty back-highway in torrential rains. Fun, fun.

Friday. Easy day. Didn't have the Grade 9s. I suspect I'm going to like Day 4s. :) I had the Grade 7s and we had fun. I tell them what to do, they do it. They're angels. I came up with a project for Grade 10s. A board game. I like projects that combine learned knowledge with creativity. I'm really excited to assign it. Although it will burst their "Ms. E doesn't make us do work" bubble. But it's not the same as last term. I disagreed with their teacher's Drama methods. If the kids hate something in Drama, it's not working and should be dropped. This doesn't apply to all subjects, because some concepts are important, no matter how tedious they are. However, I believe that Drama should be fun, and there's no reason to make it seem dull, repetetive and ludicrous. I hate Mrs. Sanford for doing that to them. :@ In the afternoon I sat with the Grade 7 Band class and we chatted about social mannerisms, the war, and Kurt Cobain. Well, I told them who Kurt Cobain was. It's situations like that when I most fear becoming lame. I used him as an example of a celebrity who HAD to die young in order to stay relevant. Well, my point was disproved by the 13 year-olds who never heard of him. Sigh. After school, a quick run in to the city to chill with Kelly before heading out to see the high school musical at The Heart. They did High Society, and it was GREAT!! I was so proud of Mairéad. She makes an excellent socialite matriarch. And a voice like a goddess. Afterward, we met Rick and Katie for coffee. But I was exhausted by 11, and just wanted to go home.

After yesterday's quarantine, I wish I'd stayed out longer. But I had my lazy day, even if there was still stress.

Entries might get more sporadic now that I'm relegated to dial-up during the week. Maybe the other bloggers on this forum could help out by contributing a bit. For example, does anyone want to talk about recent interview experiences, or comment on the need to understand diverse cultures? War ramblings, perhaps? Any desire to throw stones at stupid boys? The world is waiting. Tell all!

29 March 2003

From Kelly

where has Christine gone???

20 March 2003


I don't know what happened to my blog. I minimized the window, and when I reopened it, my blog was gone. Less than 30 seconds and it all disappeared.

Sigh. Let's try again. Humiliating details are as follows: No, Kelly, I did not reunite with Tom. Quite frankly, I'm insulted that you would suggest that. I hope I'm more stable than to reinsert myself into a relationship that I know to be destructive. Even if I *did* believe he's capable of changing (which I don't), I'm not interested in being the one to change him, or in testing to see if that change is thorough and sincere. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that he'd be at the bar on Tuesday. He usually is. A small voice in the back of my mind was whispering how much fun it would be to watch him react to my presence. And it's true. It's generally an unpleasant encounter, but at the same time, he acts like that because I obviously still have the power to affect him. He despises that the most. But I knew it was false self-esteem. I was relieved when we got there and he wasn't. It was wrong to want to rile him. And I ultimately know that it wouldn't be fun. It would have been horrible, especially since he's so unpredictable. I mean, I never would have guessed that he was capable of a physical pseudo-assault. Every time I see him, there seems to be an escalation in his reaction.

Oliva asked yesterday if I ever felt threatened by him. I didn't have to blink. Of course I do. A month of verbal abuse, plus the nasty in-person encounters makes for a scared me. I told Olivia the whole story yesterday. She was pretty appalled at Tom's behaviour, especially when I told her how old he was. She applauded my initiative in detatching even though, emotionally, I was still engaged. She asked me how I plan to avoid similar relationships in the future. Now, I've always hated that question. I don't really think people should have an inventory of what they want in a mate, because it just sets unrealistic expectations. But she said to look at in terms of what I want to avoid. We only listed a couple of things, but they're pretty important.

Next boyfriend must have: Ambition to work towards REALISTIC goals; Sympathy for my neurosis; a REAL sense of humour -- not just someone who derides everyone because they think it's funny; a reasonable level of emotional maturity. It's a short list to start, but I'm not trying to exclude every male on the planet. Just the fuckwits I usually seem to attract.

Went to Open Mic Night last night. It was the last one for a lot of 2nd Years. Steve sang. That made me happy. Despite his self-deprecation, he has a nice voice, and plays really well. I had a good time, but that's when we found out that the US had started their attack on Iraq. This does NOT make me happy. I don't like war. I don't think it's necessary. I think there are other ways to handle conflicts. Look at it this way: How many times have you been able to bring someone around to your point of view by punching them in the nose? My guess is never. They may SAY they agree, while they secretly plot your demise, but the only way to really change someone's point of view is with words. I don't agree with this war at all. I disagree with attacking a population that is completely defenseless, and as no control over its government. I don't accept "Collateral Damage" as a necessary by-product of war.

I have to stop right now. I'm getting really upset about this. Maybe more about the subject later, maybe not.

19 March 2003

From Kelly

I am waiting for details. It looks as though Christine is going to be a "magical face painter" on Friday. I am going to be in charge of "magical basketball that is not really magical." Cheers to the chaos. Ed the horse will be there so that should be interesting (to have everyone in the same room). I shall casually observe for traces of drama ;) By the way....EXPLAIN THE ULTERIOR MOTIVE DAMMIT!

18 March 2003

Push bottle to self-destruct

Am I really going to drink again tonight? Probably. Should I? No. Am I capable of doing something I shouldn't right now? You bet!

Stay tuned for more exciting details!

Once again....

It worked!

How about... now!

I'm having serious problems posting, so I'm typing something arbitrary to see if it'll work.

There's a lock on my door

So much to write.

So, Thursday, I went to the Ed. semi-formal and drank entirely too much. I had a good time. I think. I don't remember having a *bad* time. I remember not liking a couple of things, but nothing that ruined the evening. Firstly, I wasn't impressed with Phil's girlfriend. I expected her to be a lot more outgoing and friendly, I guess mainly because he is, and I thought his gf would be similar, since they've been together for 5 years. No such luck. Whatever. It's not like she has a major impact on socializing since she's in school 3 hours away. Secondly, I really shouldn't have let Charles stay at my apt. I'd offered him way back in January, that if he ever wanted to stay in town for social activities, he could crash on my futon. I started feeling uncomfortable about it after class on Thursday, when we went up to my apt and sat around watching tv. I resented the restriction on my liberties. I couldn't run out when I wanted, I couldn't wander around nude.... I was just generally uncomfortable. And after the dance, Charles was CRANKY! He kept saying, "Maybe I'll just drive home tonight", and I kept praying that he would. But when we got back to my place (he had to come in and get his stuff anyway), he just said, "Nah, I might as well stay." ARGH! I locked myself in my bedroom and talked to Foo for a while, and then went to bed. He left in the morning just as I was getting up, which was great, because I didn't want to deal with him at all. Lesson learned. He can crash somewhere else in the future.

Kelly seems to think I'm ignoring or avoiding her. Not my intention. I've been pretty busy. Between schoolwork, and figuring out my practicum, and my broken car, and being social, and stressing over going away again, and the "impending" war, and fixing people, and the list goes on and on and on... I couldn't find the time. Yet, it's interesting; nothing really happened in the last week or so. No interesting stories. I wasn't feeling like myself. I had a migraine one night, and that screws up my brain for days.

Friday was fun. My French class went to U Ste Anne for a trip to the CPRP, and to an Acadian restaurant for lunch. I spoke a whole lotta French, and ate a traditional Acadian dish "Rapure de la poule" -- it was interesting.... It kinda felt a like a jellyfish, and was waaaaaay too salty. I didn't despise it, but I don't think I'll eat it again. Or even look at it, if I can avoid it. Steph and I had an interesting time. We were both a little hung over from the semi the night before, and it made for an interesting commute. It's a 2 hour drive to SA, and the sun was shining brightly, and we were running on 5 hours sleep, and no shower. It was painful, but a whole lot of fun. Then I went to NM with Steph and Kevin. We needed grease for our hangovers, and we needed to socialize. Steph also took me to the grocery store, which is great because I was in desperate need for food at the apt. We ended up watching movies at Kevin's. "10 Things I Hate About you" and "Dirty Work". Great movies. I actually dozed off during DW, which is something I never do. It felt nice though. I was exhausted.

I got my car back yesterday. Final tab: 2256.66 CAD. My bank account is very sad. But the car looks great! They polished in and vaccumed and dusted the interior. It almost has a bit of the "new car smell" back. :) I missed driving. I'm so spoiled. I don't know how to live without my vehicle. I assume I'd learn pretty quickly if it were a long term thing, but I suspect I'd just waste all my money on cabs. But I did take the bus into the city yesterday to pick up my car. It's more expensive one way than the round-trip 10 bucks it costs me to drive, but at least I don't have to be alert. However, in the future I'd prefer that my driver NOT be counting tickets and doing paperwork while he's supposed to be driving.

I think everyone is going to abandon me tonight. This was supposed to be *my* night. My pre-practicum, pre-birthday (since everyone will be away for it) bash! But everyone is either hung over from St. Patrick's Day, or they've been procrastinating and now they have to get all their work done tonight. I'm feeling a little resentful about this. I'm trying to be objective, I'm trying to evaluate my motives for wanting to go out tonight and gauge why it's so important. I mostly really want to hang out with certain people before I leave, but I suspect that there's an ulterior motive that I can't put to bed. Maybe I should just let it go.

17 March 2003

From Katie

I agree Kelly the play was fantastic! I would love to do a musical one day, unfortunatly I can't sing :S oh well.
Chris, what has become of Estelle? No blogs there since Tuesday, I grow concerned. Hope your weekend went well.

16 March 2003

From Kelly

The play was great. It was about this guy who thought he maybe gay..but he got married anyway..and his marriage fails because of his sexuality. It was pretty funny though. It was sad, yet entertaining. They did a great job. I am doubting Christine's love for me. She has been "busy" and away a lot. Was it something I said..or did..you can tell me. I went to my happy place today (my camp). It was nice to go skating down there. I am spiritually recharged now. Pretty sweet eh? Blog me baby.

15 March 2003

From Kelly

Please love me..snif snif

From Kelly

What would you like me to say? Work work..school...work..school work...work.argh. I have nothing worth jotting about. I am going to that play tonight. That should be fun. I will tell you how it was....Sunday off!!!!! That is sooo sweet. *sigh* Who was this stranger anyways? Guy or girl? How did they land at your place? This isn't like you Christine. I am frightened.

14 March 2003

Some day I'll mean it

Holy! How many times do I say "I'm not going to have anything tonight" and then stumble home in a stupor?

Went to the semi-formal last night. It was a lot more fun than I expected. But it was really strange because I let someone crash at my place, and I'm not entirely sure I was comfortable with them there. I locked my bedroom door when I went to bed. I was that paranoid.

I had a whole lot to write earlier, but now I can't think. I'll save the stories for later.

11 March 2003


I'm back! Finally. After all that, I finally made to back to school. Of course, I missed both my classes today. But it wouldn't be a week if I didn't miss class. Nina says it was deadly anyway. Horrible guest speaker. Gee too bad I missed that for dinner with Steve. He came and picked me up in the DarkSide, and drove me all the way back. Isn't he amazing? Nina's a lucky gal!

Today was another slow day. And I'm exhausted, so I think I'm going to hit the hay in a few. Freshly washed sheets. This will be nice. :)

10 March 2003

Close call

I totally forgot!! March Break means no school for kiddies. At least I remembered before I ventured across te bridge. If I'd arrived and discovered the school closed. I would have been one disappointed, cranky-ass bitch.

More so than usual, I mean. :|

Mmm.... Cookies!

Man, what a useless day I had yesterday. I did accomplish some things, which felt good. I did laundry and got some homework done, but in terms of my contribution to society...? Well, I didn't even leave the house and the only human contact I had wasn't until 9 p.m. Maybe I did the world more good by staying in. It would appear that when I venture out, bad things happen, but this is only based on 2 days of relative seclusion, so the results are hardly reliable as of yet. However, the X-Files marathon was certainly invigorating, if not a little unnerving. We watched a couple of freaky episodes ("Space", in particular) that kept me up for a little while, trying to get that face out of my mind whenever I closed my eyes. I'm still enjoying the drinking game, even if it is getting a little hard to keep track of. One of these days, Lew and I might actually manage some alcohol. But probably not in the near future. We'll see what happens next week....

I'm thinking of visiting the Heart today. I think that some times with young children would help immensely. And even though I do have tons to do, I think I'd rather be frivolous and have some kid fun. I can't decide now if it's anxiety or PMS. I'm tempted to go with the latter, since that's something I can't really control myself. I just have to wait it out and stay patient. Although, that's hard to do when verbal onslaughts burst out of thin air at you. Ten minutes of breathing and an understanding of human nature can do wonders for maintaining rational thought. I feel like avoiding future rages, but I know that's probably counterproductive in some way or another. I'll just immerse myself in Jane Stuart's world until the storm passes. Now *that* girl had a sad life. I can't imagine living with someone who never met your emotional needs, and actually went out of their way to crush your spirit -- ON PURPOSE. Hmmm. Now I'm thinking of foregoing the Heart and reading more about Jane.... But maybe society will offer up something good today.

Okay. Decision made. The Heart it is. Maybe it'll restore some of mine. And if not, at least I can pig out on cookies all afternoon.... :D

09 March 2003

From Kelly

snif snif..mucus-filled me has entered the building. Damn this cold. Thanks for the cake Christine..it was good, although I have to be honest, it made me feel guilty for eating it at 10:30 pm. I also felt guilty for feeling guilty and this is why...I am reading a book about the history of American girl's bodies(The Body Project). It hits home in a lot of ways. I recommend it to the girls that I know. It is sick in some ways. Society knows that it is fucking up girls through media and consumerism, but nobody is really doing anything. 15 year olds are developing faster and earlier because of better nutrition and because of this they are sexualized sooner. Television and magazines are saying: "You have to look like this to be considered beautiful," while your parents are saying:"Don't grow up too fast, you are still a kid." So what the hell are you supposed to do? Are you supposed to try and hang on to childhood while everyone around you gets make up, bras, and skanky clothes? Girls are competeing with air-brushed models, but they also take what they "learn" from tv and magazines and compete with each other. ARgh!That is sad. So it is bad enough that I feel gulity for eating cake so late at night, but then I feel guilty about feeling guilty because I don't want to carry on the torch of the concept: "I have to be thin to be attractive."That is my ramble for now I guess.

We did it!!

24 hours, disaster-free!! I bought a cake to celebrate. I was going to make one, but I was afraid I might burn down the house. I went to Sobeys to pick up some eggs and milk and other staple foods, and when I walked through the bakery, all these lovely, creamy-icing-y cakes started beckoning. "Coooommmmmme! Eeeeeeaaaaaat! Yuuuuummmmmmmyyyyyy!" So I got one. I had them write on it too. There was one that said "Celebrate the day" so I had them write that on the cake I chose. It seemed fitting. Since this is the day I felt like celebrating. Kelly, Rick, and Katie came over and we watched a movie and ate celebration cake. It was a nice day.

I'm still waiting for that mircale to save me from my car expenses, though. I'm not holding my breath.

I did my taxes today. Even more disappointing than last year. My 2001 taxes afforded me a refund of a whopping $2.58. It probably cost the government more to process the cheque. I would have been fine without the money. They should have used to build affordable housing or something. This year I'll get all of zero. I barely made $1000 last year.. How unreal is that? And I worked so little per week that none of my pay went to CPP or EI. They didn't even take any off for Income Tax contributions. I'll doubt I'll have some kind of miracle adjustment. I thought my tuition would make some kind of difference but, apparently, the less you make, the less you need to deduct your tuition. That seems backwards to me. Maybe if I offer my tuition credits to my dad, I can strike some kind of deal for compensation. Now's the time to make pity deals.

Hockey Night in Canada is telling me that Doug Gilmore is thinking of retiring. Maybe I was wrong about today. The disaster has revealed itself. All that wasted cake!

07 March 2003

Looking for the Silver Lining

Okay, now I don't want to sound like a whiner, but really, this has been a shitty week. Shall I run it down?

First, a staple of the university community passed away. No direction connection to myself, but I am linked through Estelle.

Second, a missing housemate of the Estelle was found dead after being missing for a few days.

Third, the stress and strain of university life all comes crashing down in the one week, coupled with wanting to support those who need it (that's not a bad thing, just difficult).

Fourth, a professor is cancelling assignments and ending the class early. He's sick and needs surgery. This is upsetting. I'm sure there are people cheering that they don't have to write 6-8 page papers, but I'd rather have a healthy prof.

Fifth, car accident. Estimate cites more than $2200 in damage -- and that's just the initial look-see. Once they start replacing things, they might find more....

Sixth, I got an e-mail this morning from my friend in Toronto. Her mother-in-law-to-be died early this morning of cancer. Less than a year after diagnosis. While she was trying to help Jenn and Justin plan the wedding. No details on what will happen. I wish I could go to the funeral. Why are planes so expensive?

So, yes. That's it so far. I'm hoping that Sunday will bring an upswing. I'm pretty tired of all this.

06 March 2003

What a day, what a day!

Week started off pretty interesting, got bad, then worse. Today the car, the beautiful, wonderful machine that I love so dearly... well, it got sick. And by sick, I mean it hit a snowbank and killed the bumper. I was driving along, minding my own business, when I hit a patch of ice, the car slid, picked up speed, and BANG! I collided with the snowbank. It basically peeled the bumper off the car. It's at a collision centre now. The eyeball estimate is $1500. But that's assuming they only have to replace the bumper. If there's any structural damage, I could be a very sad girl, financially. But I'm okay. The hardest part was driving the car into the city from MB. The wheel well kept scraping against the tire. I think I lost a couple of layers of tread. :(

But I'm home safely, for a weekend of my puppy, and craziness with my friends. Or maybe I'll curl up into a ball and pray that this doesn't cost too much. Pray for me.

My thoughts are with the Estelle. I miss her and hope she's okay. And to Steve for talking me out of my crazy tree so I was in a driving state of mind.

Note to the readers: Bumpers are extraneous anyway... as long as you don't plan to hit anything.

Barely human

I'm f'in tired, and don't have much stamina.

I had a shite, cranky evening, but I feel better for having spent time with the Estelle, who generally manages to make me feel slightly human again -- although I've never been completely human.... I just wanted to thank her publically. She's a rare breed, that one. God may have made her from all the leftover parts, but they're the ones that were too good for the other animals. Take that, marsupials!

Parting thought for the evening: Tell someone you love that you love them. Tell them you miss them when they're not around. Remind them how important they are to you. If they're good enough to love, they're good enough to know that. Scratch that. You're lucky to have someone to love, and you'd better be grateful!!

05 March 2003

From Kelly

I am getting all teary eyed....I never..snif...had..snif..someone that trusted me ...like you do......*sob*

Leap of faith

Kelly gets to be an administrator. As long as she's responsible and doesn't abuse her powers like me. I mean, like a tyrant. I mean....

From Kelly

Hello Christine..aka ....spastic whore..oops..was I not supposed to write that? Oh well, it is all out in the open now....what will happen your precious reputation?? I am just going on and on now. So what is this "blog-a-ma-jigger?" A place for me to post your naughty secrets?? Mooooo ha ha ha ha. Kidding..your track record is pretty clean... except for attempted murder. Next time, try a smaller murder weapon... a car... just doesn't cut it. Oh no....the cops are knocking on my door because of what I just wrote.... I GOTTA GO!

I'm not sure I like this

I had another time-out experience this morning. Very frustrating. Note to self: Copy blog to clipboard before posting to avoid this problem in the future.

Well, I've just been accused of being a "follower" for creating a blog in tandem with EVERYone else. :) To Robyn, I say, it's true. I'm testing out the atmosphere on the bandwagon. I don't know if I'll stay on board, but I'm going to enjoy the ride for a little while.

So, this morning I went to talk to someone about my life's direction. Always an interesting conversation. I was made the following suggestions: Take a career interest test. Read "this". Come back next week. I like when a total stranger makes demands on my time. Makes me feel important. What's even better, though, is that I wasn't made to feel... subnormal for being uncertain about what I'm doing and where I'm going. However, she says we need to "explore the issues behind my restlessness." Oh, goodie.

My comp is just about driving me up the wall. It sounds like the fan is coming loose and it makes this horrible buzzing sound at random. Like a far-off chainsaw massacre. If it doesn't stop, I'm going to throw it through a wall! Obviously I could bring it down to user support, but it behaves most of the time. It's just at times like this, when I'm trying to concentrate.

So, how's this for creepy: I was on Kazaa the other day, downloading and sharing files, just like any other day, and I click to clear my list of uploads. And then I stop, and take a look at what people were downloading. Someone downloaded my resume!! I'll admit my stupidity in not realizing that I was sharing the folder in which it was saved, but it's still odd that someone would download it, isn't it? Now they know where I live, and my work history. I'm wondering if I should be alerting past employers that there's a stranger out there who knows where I live and where I've worked. Man. The internet has never made me paranoid before. I shop online. I ignore security warnings. I've never had a problem. Now I'm freaked out. :( And I didn't think to send the bastard a message asking why he downloaded it. I doubt he would have responded if it were for malicious purposes. But who knows? Maybe he just needs to type a resume and wants to model his on mine (notice how I assume the lazy git is a male). Or copy my work history. Luckily I type my references up separately (i.e., don't keep a file saved) everytime I hand my resume out.

On Kelly's suggestion, I'm going to look into "sharing" my blog. I'm not sure how you pronounce that word. It's a novel concept for me. But we'll see what surfaces.

Stay tuned....


Hmmm. Frustration.

I spent much time writing a blog, but it's gone. It disappeared into cyberspace. My very first blog timed out. It wasn't long, I was just doing many things while I wrote. NO ONE TOLD ME THIS THING TIMES OUT!!!

Venting complete.

Thanks to Kelly for calling me spastic. It was hard to come up with a website name. I appreciate the help. To the Steve, thanks for calling me pretty. You have me wrapped around your little finger....

Vienna Sausages will be the downfall of me. Note to the viewers: They are not a good meal replacement. My mind says, "Open the can of fruit", but my body says, "The easy-to-open pull-tab is so much faster." I do this way to often. Such unhealthy behaviour. It's right up there with running your ex (Tom) over with a car, and having a narcoleptic pilot your plane over a minefield....

To close, a word to the wise: 4 minutes in a Cesna is not enough time time to get you far away from a nuclear blast, not is a rock a suitable shield from said blast.