Mischief

So, my finace is away tonight working in a tiny town in the mountain range that is about a two hour drive away. So I am left by myself tonight and I am trying to figure out what kind of mischief I can/should get myself into. But then I realize how old I am....

So instead I plan on watching some Sherlock Homes and writing thank you notes... YAY ME! See kids this is what happens when you get old......You get BORING!!

Work has been shitty as hell lately, I just keep feeling a sense of a "Don't give a fuck". I care about my co-workers but really I am not challenged anymore. I am currently adding onto my training to include step by step instructions so that the new people who don't learn the way I teach have something to refer to as I talk. But I have been training for over two years, by going over everything that I teach and putting everything in step by step formats is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo mind numbing because I know all the steps. I keep postponing it because firstly I don't understand that learning style and secondly I am soo freaking familiar with I just don't wanna look at it any more. Oh well right?? Stupid job and having to teach people with weird learning styles that I really don't understand....

Cake Should Be a Lie

Really it should! Last night I had some delicious black forest cake, the piece was a little bigger than I wanted but I really really wanted cake. So to curve my cake need I took a massive piece (by this I mean like half the cake, but that's only minor detail) and played some classic Nintendo. By the time my fiance got home I felt like 500 lbs and greasy. So we went out shopping for a shower curtain and a microphone so my fiance can talk to our friend in Calgary. But he hadn't had dinner yet so he stopped at Burger King for food, so in order to prevent my theiving of his cardiac in a bowl he bought me some onion rings. So on top of feeling already 500 lbs I ate some more grease. Word to the wise don't ever eat half of a cake and then end it off with some god awful onion rings that left you wanting to die afterwards. So I feel like garbage today, trying to look at my tummy from all god awful angles trying to figure out why I hate myself so much to eat that much garbage in a single evening. And I think I came up with an answer, I felt like eating them.... I know it's so simple that no one would have EVER thought of it, but that's what I think. So I think today to congratualte myself on eating what I wanted without thinking of the reprocussions I will buy myself and Ice Cap. I may feel like vomiting later, but if I do then I know that the calories that I injested yesterday are now obeslete and that means I can have the other half of the cake guilt free but this time without the onion rings.

A photo of Me

Hello Readers,

I don't like posting multiple times in one day but I thought everyone on here would like to know what I looked like. So here is the creator of this blog:

Travel and Random Thoughts

Hello Readers,

I'm sorry I have deserted you! I tend not to blog on my weekends off because traditionally I am so happy to not be working that I don't have much to bitch about! YAY ME!!! So what did I do on my four day weekend you ask? Well let me tell you!!! We went spontaneously up to the big city on Friday to save a friend from boredom because her significant other was stuck working all weekend so we played games, visited and went shopping on Saturday. Saturday evening I saw an good friend for his birthday because he lives in Red Deer now so I get every chance I can to see him now! Then the Sunday and Monday we cleaned the hell out of our house! I of course had dinner with my family as it was Easter Sunday but then continued on to spring clean my house. My house feels so amazing right now!!! Long may it last!!!

So I have been feeling a little under the weather for the past couple of hours in regards to my finacial status. I feel like I should be traveling more, more money put away, just generally doing better. I realize that I am only in my mid twenties but people my age are going to Vegas or Greece or something. I am looking around me and I am trying to figure out how the hell they can afford this! Are they racking up their credit cards? Are they using credit? Are they just hoarding their money? HOW>! It's freaking irritating as all hell when you are trying to save up money but everyone is going on trips and you are trying to scrounge and make sure that you can eat! I have a deep desire to travel and experience things! I guess I am experiencing fear that I won't see the world, I wanna go to Paris, I wanna go to the UK, I wanna go to Greece, I wanna see where my grandparents raised my aunts and uncles in Italy. Oh how do I wanna see that! Maybe it just takes time and better money saving skills, but how do you balance living now and later? Or is that just not possible? But why can't it be? Why do I have to choose? I want to not have to worry about money, I just wanna go and not think of the reprocussions. I know what I want in my life and I just don't know how to get there.

I do not think that I have made any bad decisions in my life and I do not blame anyone for what is happening in my life. I have made the choice and all I can do is deal with the reprocussions of that choice and move on. Let's just hope that everything that has brought me to this point will take me to where I wanna go and who I wanna be; which to be honest, is still a FAR way off.

Today's Post

Hello Everyone,

I really don't have much to say on this post.. My brain has been behaving today which has been strange, but nice. I had my first teeth cleaning today and I am so sick of dentists and having my teeth looked at. But you gotta keep those things in check right? Stupid teeth. So thankfully nothing bad is going through my head, except how much I hate dentists, and how much I wanna be home. But because this blog post is so short I thought I should end it with a Dirty funny joke:

The bride tells her husband

The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?" "OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the prisoner in the prison. And then they made love for the first time. Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction. Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped." Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him." After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!" The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal. Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted. She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again." Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!

You Asked for It!!!

Okay, so even though only one person voted on my poll they got to choose what my next blog post would be about (not counting yesterdays post). The winner is: fiance. My one voter would like to know more about my love.

He has grown up all over Canada (being Canadian has seemed to affect my popularity as of late, and I don't really know why or do I really care. I am proud of being Canadian) and has moved over 50 times in his 25 years of life. He is about 5'10 and has flaming red hair (which is so awesome), he is currently enrolled at the local college taking Criminal Justice to become a Commercial Vehicle Enforcement Officer. He is the youngest of four, wears glasses, and most importantly is a vindictive asshole. It sounds bad I know, but it really helps when you are on his good side and everyone else is pissing him off, quite handy. He is also highly intelligent and outsmarts me all the time with his debating (I hate debating) and throws bad your words at you when you prove his point to be correct. Before this turns into a bitch post I will move on to the things that I love about him.

1. He has a sexy body
2. He does anything to make everyone laugh
3. He's an asshole
4. His comedic/tough guy face that he puts on for everyone else, but really he's just big red teddy bear
5. He's an extremely hard worker

This blog really can go on forever about this guy, but although I sometimes feel that he truly doesn't love me and wants to be with someone else. I am so happy that he is still with me and let's me bug him *like tickling him* just so he can see me smile (because apparently a form of torture is fun to me). I am grateful for the one person who doesn't care how high maintenance I am, he just wants to see me smile.

More Fear

Well you are probably sick and tired hearing about how scared I am. But all this fear still radiates from February, I was hurt badly. I felt like my heart was ripped out my chest, stomped on and pissed on. I am so scared of that happening again, I know my fiance didn't intentionally try to hurt me in this way and is trying to rectify it but I am scared of the things that I can't see. Like the thoughts in his head when he sees a beautiful girl, he thoughts when I am not around. What he does when I'm not around, I don't want to jeopardize the relationship that I have because of being scared or creating things that aren't really there. I need help to get over being this deeply hurt because it's not going to go away on its own, it might even get worse. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with this guy and I do really want him to feel the same way about me, instead of it being something stable in his life.

After taking a couple of hours and coming back to this post, I don't know what else to write. I just need to change my mentality I think and just look at the evidence around me to prove that he cares. Point number one, he sent me a bouquet of roses to my work, he surprised me at work with pepperming patties, hugs and kisses (the candy) and bought me two stuffies.

To my readers I would honestly really appreciate a comment on this on what you think.

Mixture of Things

So I have a couple of things on my mind today, and if you haven't noticed already I am a worry wary. I find excuses to worry so that when I get older my health is going to be bad and I am going to have grey hairs *yay me*.

First thing that I am bothered about, the economy. Now I realize that I have NO control over this at all, but to me it is scary. Gas is going to be up to 2.50 a litre by the time fall comes around, right now we are paying 1.17 a litre. Which is stupid because all of the gas is made right here in Alberta (whoops gave away my location, ;). Yes I am Albertan living in Canada) and then we sell it to the States just to buy it right back again....... Because that makes sense..... Anyways with the states economy being so poor we are eventually going to be dragged down too because our economy is so dependant on how well the States ( I should note that by States I mean the United States) economy is doing. So I suspect by the fall we are going to be in a deep recession, and this is scary to me. Everything is becoming more expensive and the standard of living is going up, food costs are going up, everything is becoming so much more expensive that I am wondering how I am going to survive. Yes, I make damn good money; but, making good money can only take you so far when a litre of milk is $5.00 cdn and is probably going to go up. How can a person afford this? I know I won't loose the house ( I hope the econom doesn't get that bad), but if I can't afford power, water, or food. What use is a house when I'm dead? I realize that it won't get as bad as the depression (I hope) but how far will it go?? Better save up and keep on top of things so that if things do get really bad we at least have some money behind us.

Lastly, this hasn't really be bugging me but just something that I just realized. My last name is going to be changing in less than two months. I feel that my identity is being taken away from me, I know it's weird but I have grown up with my last name for 24 years and I feel saddened to say goodbye to it. I know that it's only a last name and I will have his last name for longer than I will have my birth last name, I guess it just takes time right? I wonder if all women go through this when they change their last name, or am I just that sentimental? Maybe it's leaving a comfort level from being old burnt toast to the new burnt toast with a new last name and a new "life". I know what you're thinking, "if you don't want to change your last name then hyphenate", I thought of that. But my real last name and his don't mix well and don't have a nice flow. My last name is Italian and his is British (I think) ..... Yeah not pretty together.....At all....Maybe as it gets closer I have time to get closure of saying goodbye to the old and say hello to the new.

Bubble Gum

So I was at work yesterday (shocking I know) and this teenage girl came up to the desk with a wad of gum in her mouth "so the photocopier isn't working and I like *insert loud annoying chewing noises* need to print of some resumes and I like *insert loud annoying chewing noises* put over $4.00 into it and it's not releasing my jobs. Can you take a look at it?" So I asked her if she released her jobs and trying to be as professional as I can, so I go over and fix the photocopier. The girl continues to talk to her friend as if I am not there "I am like getting seriously pissed off *insert loud annoying chewing noises* my friend is asking me what is taking so long, and I said that we are printing off resumes. And she like asked why." At this point I can slowly feel my IQ slowly decling just being in the prescence of these morons so I am silently praying to the photocopier gods that this machine run faster. After a couple of more moments the photocopier begins to spit out the resumes and tell them that it is fixed and I got a loud chewing noise and what I thought was a "thanks". I don't know which was worse, all of the uncountable "like" in one sentence or the loud chewing of gum with her mouth wide open.. I'm sure that if I got at the right angle I could look right through her skull and see out the other side. Like OMG that would be soooo totally awesome!
*PACK*

Happy Post

Firstly I would like to start off with a HUGE thank you to everyone! Today is the first time ever that I have had 21 views and four comments waiting for me! You all brought a huge grin to my face, thank you!

Because I feel that I am not telling you about myself personally I have a poll up that give you guys an opportunity to read my blog and learn more about me. Becuase well you guys deserve to know more about me.

Today has been a fantastic day! Except last night I woke up nuzzled into one of my cats backs and found that it was extremely hard to breathe, me being athsmatic I started to panic a little bit. So I grabbed my puffer and woke my fiance to make sure that I didn't send myself into a deeper athsmatic attack. My lungs actively hurt and it is the scariest thing in the world when you can't breathe. Poor MJ (cat's name) must have been enjoying the snuggles because I got glared at when I woke up coughing. Thankfully I managed to go back to sleep and woke up without to much of a after effect of the puffer. Depending on how bad the attack is depends on how long it takes me to bounce back from an attack.

Have you ever noticed that when you are at work that your breaks and lunches always go by so fast, but when you are actually "working" the day just seems to drag??? Maybe because a person is actually looking forward to not having to put on a show for their patrons. Let's face it, being nice to people you actually want to hit is a HUGE job.

Spring is actually here....There is a fly flying around my head.... Drat.

Rambling

I do a lot of rambling about certain things I just hate. This is going to be one of those posts, because it seems to me that I am getting bored and it seems that you are getting bored as well. So here is something that just "Grinds my Gears":

Girls prettier than me. Let me be more clear, girls that are prettier than me and prance around like little whores that they are and throw themselves all over men. That being said I really hate pretty whores. I mean where is the self respect? By throwing yourself all over men, how do you think these men view you? Yeah they may enjoy the fact that someone "attractive" is "interested" in them but really they don't respect those women at all. They fuck 'em and leave 'em, oh I'm sorry is little slut upset that someone treated her like an object. Well here let me play a little song on my tiny violin. If you don't want someone treating you like an object then stop acting like a whore and get all defensive when someone calls you what you are. If you wanted to be treated with respect you need to have respect for yourself! So put some fucking clothes on, you make me sick.

What's worse than a whore is a cock tease and doesn't know it. I dislike these women very strongly as well. But how can you tell someone off when they don't know what it is they are doing to themselves? They blame other men for something that was their fault, it was his fault that he made a move on me. It was his fault that he mis intrepted my body language. I am just an innocent bystandard where what I do is wrong, it's all his fault. Hey girlie, how about looking at yourself? At all the men in your life, how is it that all of them are wrong? Then when they make a move on you, you call rape and the guy is trying to figure out what the hell happened. What are you going to do when someone doesn't stop? Honestly, you deserve everything that will happen to you. Because well let's face it.... You brought this on yourself.

April Fools

Well you should all be greatful that I was busy yesterday. I was going to play a mean joke, I was going to say that I had enough and I was running off to Scotland with a scottish hunk named "Geradro" or something of that nature. But I didn't, to bad eh?

Yesterday I made the best meal ever Chicken Pot Pie, salad and Apple pie, om nom nom!! It was all made from scratch (except the apple pie, the hutterites made that) and it was nice and warm for a snowy spring day.

Today I am off to the mall to take my future sister in law shopping for shoes for her bridesmaid dress. Which is a bit of a pain in the ass because she is blind and has four kids, and my future brother in law is a manager at Kal Tire and works six days a week. My fiance works weekends, so thusly it only really leaves sundays to take her shopping as this is when her husband has a day off. It really is a pain in the ass because she doesn't like to leave her kids with anyone she doesn't know very well, which is causing a problem because with the wedding dinner her two youngest kids can't be at the dinner. Not because we don't want them there just because screaming kids and speeches don't get along very well.

Post more later,,,