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A place where I can bitch about life's daily hiccups and keep my sanity, without annoying everyone around me. Fair enough?

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Location: The armpit of Canada, Canada

I'm a 31 year old woman who is fed up with the way things are progressing in the world. I have opinions on everything, and I'm not afraid to voice them. I'm old, I'm jaded, so sue me...

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Merry Chrismakwanzukkah!

Well, I thought that since my last few posts have been so heavy hearted that I would take a moment to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, KickAss Kwanzaa, etc...

There, moment over.

So, I'm starting to realize why my husband doesn't like Christmas. I think it stems from actually living in the same city as my family this year. Usually, I would head home for two or three weeks, and it would be a flurry of activity, and getting ready for Santa, ripping open gifts, eating good food, and then hopping on a plane back to civilization. This year, not so much...

My Mom, whom I love dearly, has decided to renovate her home. When, you ask? Oh, how about right now!? My husband, to whom I am eternally grateful, has not yet decided to divorce me, despite being my Mom's personal handyman for the past two months. So far, he has installed hardwood, ripped out and rebuilt cabinets and removed the kitchen counter so that Home Depot can come in and replace it. He's an amazingly patient man...

Next, she wants to finish painting my younger sister's room, which has been in a total state of disarray since oh, let's say September, when she (my sister that is) decided that blue and pink wasn't grown up enough, and commanded my Mom to go out and fork over a new born child in exchange for some Ralph Lauren paint. Great idea in concept, if anyone actually had the time to do the work. Oh well, there's always the new year.

Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that she wants to do all these home improvement things. I would just prefer that she not do them FIVE DAYS PRIOR TO CHRISTMAS!!!! In addition to all this stuff, she also wants the place to look perfect for Christmas. This entails leaving everything to the last minute, and then complaining that there's not enough time in the day to accomplish everything she wants to do. Bah. Last year, I was so frickin' tired from getting everything ready, that I fell asleep at 6:30 pm, Christmas eve. What a great way to spend the holiday...

Next year, we're going to Bermuda...

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Seriously, what's wrong with this picture?


So I was reading a story that was posted in the news today, about a woman in Vancouver who stopped for coffee at a local Starbucks only to discover a homeless man outside the coffee shop, who apparently was sleeping under a blanket that had
caught fire.


Here's the story in it's entirety.

Maurice Bridge, CanWest News Service Published: Wednesday, December 14, 2005
St. Paul's emergency nurse Christine Wellstead has seen some pretty rough things on the job, but nothing has shaken her as much as the callous indifference she witnessed Monday night as bystanders ignored an unconscious homeless man wrapped in a burning comforter. Wellstead was on her way home from work around 10:30 p.m. when she stopped at a Starbucks for coffee. Smelling smoke, she walked outside to see what was burning, but all she could see was a woman sitting at an outside table, talking calmly on her cellphone as clouds of smoke rolled past her. "She's on her cellphone, having her coffee, and she's sitting amongst this acrid smoke," she said. Looking further, Wellstead found a man slumped on a bench in a nearby alcove on the side street, wrapped in a comforter that was on fire. "It was smouldering, and it was by his face," she said. "I threw the blanket on the ground and tried to wake him up, but he didn't wake up." She ran back into Starbucks for water to put out the fire, and that's when she got a real shock. She said another woman customer standing at the counter told her: "Just leave him alone, he's a homeless person," Wellstead recalled. "I looked at her and I said, 'What are you talking about?' "And she says, 'He's homeless, just forget it.' " Appalled, Wellstead rushed back out with water to douse the fire and still couldn't wake the man, so she ran inside again and asked for help. "I said, 'You'd better call an ambulance, because I can't wake him up,' and the lady customer said, 'Don't call the hospital, they don't want him,' and I just looked at her, and I said, 'I work at the hospital and yeah, we want him.' " Wellstead finally woke the man and got him sitting up as they waited for the ambulance. He told her he was prone to seizures and believed he had one while he was smoking.

MY GOD!! What the hell were those people thinking? "Leave him alone, he's a homeless person"? Kudos to Christine Wellstead for acting like a compassionate, rational HUMAN BEING, and to the bitch that told her to leave the man alone because he was "homeless", I hope someday that you have to endure the same kind of cruelty that you showed that man. I hope that you find yourself penniless and begging for change on a street corner, just so you know what it feels like. DAMN! Things like that really piss me off. I can't even construct a proper sentence right now...
It leads right into what I was going to originally bitch about today...my lovely hometown, yet again. No, I know, you're saying, but what could possibly be wrong with WINNIPEG, it's a great place! You know, I used to think so. Not anymore. In fact, I wrote a letter once, in response to one written by a Calgary man, who was knocking what I used to think was my fair city. I told him that Winnipeg was a thriving, bustling city, full of friendly people, and exciting things to do. Friendly my ass! I don't know what happened in the ten years since I moved away, but Winnipeg has become a cesspool of crime and grit, and the people have become selfish, rude, and inconsiderate. It didn't used to be that way. The 'powers that be' are trying to come up with a new slogan for the license plates to replace the old 'Friendly Manitoba' statement. That ought to tell you something. Maybe they should replace it with "get the hell outta the way, I can't drive"!!That's more like it. Or "I'll give you the shirt off my back, so long as you don't live here!" That's my personal fave. Too long? Maybe.
This brings me to the end of this long-winded installment. As you can probably guess, I'm a little disenchanted with the season. Tomorrow I'll probably go off about the commercialism that's inevitably gripped the Christmas season yet again.


Wouldn't it be great if everything was incense and peppermints?

Monday, December 12, 2005

WYSIWYG

What you see is what you get, right? Nope.
There's a board I post on frequently, and for the last couple of days, everyone has been posting their deepest, darkest secrets anonymously. Is this a good thing? Perhaps not, but it's opened my eyes even more to the fact that what you see isn't always what you get. The confessions have run the gamut, from cheating and abuse, to not being in love anymore, and of all things, nose picking tendencies. I 'm not sure if that is in the same vein as the others, but it's something to consider. I find it really sad that there are people out there that are genuinely unhappy with their lives, their spouses and their choices in general. Where do they go from here? Do they stick with it, and 30 years down the road look back and say "yep, these are the choices I made, I've lived with them, but I never really lived?" or, do they just suck it up and take the plunge, and make that life-altering change? I would like to think if that was me, I would take a chance, and really live my life, not just go through the motions. How many others are there that feel like this? Is this why the divorce rate is so high? Does everyone just eventually settle, roll over and take it?

Bah.

Where am I going with all this? I don't know. Just that lately, I have been doubting, well, not really doubting, but questioning the choices I have made over the last few months. It all stems from leaving Calgary, which, as I stated previously, we should never have done. I love my husband, and I, for the most part, love our life, but right now, I feel as if we are in some horrible limbo, and that our life here is just a waiting game we are playing, until we have the chance to go back 'home'. We're existing, not really living. What an awful thing to say, and for those of you out there going through something similar, I say to you, you already exist, now start to live.

Wow! Not a light-hearted topic, I promise next time I'll bitch about some more stupid drivers. There's a glut of them out there! I kid you not!

Thursday, December 08, 2005

When things go bleh...

So here I sit, mulling things over in my head. This has not been a great week so far, luckily there's only one more day to it!
First, my husband whom I love dearly hates where we live. I can sympathize, I'm not overly enamoured of it either. He wants to move back to Alberta, where we should have stayed in the first place. I am all for this, provided we can get ahead there. I do NOT want to be living out of a cardboard box that we paid $200 K for! My needs are simple. A nice three bedroom home for under 175 k, and I'm laughing....and so are the people that know that this is an impossibility!
Next, we have some friends that split-up this week, after six years together, and it shocked the hell outta me. Just when you thought all was right with the world...
I guess it all comes down to growing up, or growing apart or something like that, but for me, a newly-married, it can certainly shake the foundation if you know what I mean. How do you end up apart after all that time? This is a couple that was supposed to be married next year...we were going to be attending their wedding, and now, bleh. I'm sad for them both, but happy too, as I know they will both go on to new and different things. I wish them luck.


Anyway, this has been deep enough for the week.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

I did it!

Well, I finally bit the bullet and started my own blog. Tada! Now all I have to do is come up with something to talk about. Shouldn't be too hard, there's lots of fodder around these days to make even the most stalwart mind cringe.
Let's see, what can I bitch about today? How about the deplorable drivers in this city? Admittedly, there are bad drivers everywhere, but my hometown takes the cake when it comes to ignorant, lazy, rude vehicle operators. And they openly admit this!! Yep, most of these people will come right out and say, 'yup, I'm a terrible driver", like that's something to be proud of? What the hell? It's just wrong on so many levels, I can't even begin to dissect it.
I'll leave everyone to guess where I hail from, makes it all the more exciting. I just had to start somewhere, and this was as good a place as any. I swear, one of these days, I am going to get out of my truck and beat someone... and it will feel really good. Stupid fecks...