You Will Keep Your New Year’s Resolution
You planning on making a resolution that’s smart, attainable, and perfect for where your life is.
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Will you keep your New Year’s resolution?
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Merry post-christmas!
Yes, I’ve been absent from blogland. I blame a weekend spent with the Bradie bunch. I thought I’d have time to actually pop on here a minute or two, but… heh, that ain’t happening. Go to Pembroke for a small vacation, and wind up with a list of things to do longer than both my arms. In short, uberly uber insane. King of the uber insane. I’d go into more detail, but I only have like 15 minutes to myself here. I will say this much, though. If I see another turkey, it’ll be way too soon. Maybe I’ll have time later to elaborate on it… or I’ll just stick a quiz up here. For now, though? Back to being lectured for me.
Edit:
I’ve been hammered by comment spam, apparently. I’ll deal with it later.
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They’re not making me get up early!
I’ll just get home at the crack of midnight instead. But, I’ll take it… why? ‘Cuz I likes my sleep, and 3:30 in the morning sucks uber royally. I’ll be done my training completely by February, give or take… then they’ll probably be all curel at me and make me get up early again. But, for now, I’ll take it. If only it started next week…
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Blah…
It is not supposed to be cold *inside* a building. Stupid building.
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You’d turn it off, too.
This was not a hockey game. It wasn’t even close. And I made the mistake of watching most of it, at least until about quarter to 9 when I finally just said fuck it and went to bed. And all I can say is oh my god I didn’t miss much. It was 5 1 when I turned it off. It was 7 3 when it was actually over. If I didn’t have to work today, I’d be drunk by now.
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It’s amazing what 5 minutes in trafic can do to your time table.
Usually, which translates to like… 2 or 3 days so far, I manage to actually catch my connecting bus to get me the rest of the way home from work at 5:00 or so. I think I mentioned it takes me 2 buses to get me there and back. Ah well, if I didn’t, I have now. Today, though, thanks largely to Ottawa’s rush hour trafic, I missed that bus by about 2 minutes. Now, ordinarily I wouldn’t give a rip–the next bus pulls up in 15 minutes–but, *that* bus is apparently the one driven by our apparent newbie. This time, though, he actually didn’t miss the stop I need… but only because it was pointed out to him rather blatantly by another passenger as we were coming up to it. I still say this guy is either new or stupid, or both, but I’m again digressing. That aside, though, this time I actually didn’t have to drive an extra 40 minutes, meaning I actually got through the door before 6 tonight. Just barely, but can’t have everything. I suspect that’s going to be an every Tuesday thing, what with the trafic and all… God I hope not, though. I really don’t want to have to curse out the transit system again. And to jump the track a little, I may only be 1 person, but after working a 9 hour shift, I still *really* don’t want to come home and do dishes. Nor do I want to watch my team get their ass kicked, but the game’s on, so I may as well go and do that.
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How nerdy are you?
This is what happens when they let me have a free minute.
You Are 24% Nerdy
You’re a little nerdy, but no one would ever call you a nerd.
You sometimes get into nerdy things, but only after they’ve become a part of mainstream culture.
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Training shifts, they are a killer.
But, since I have to be up at this insane hour anyway, I steal something from Stacie’s blog.
1. I get about 1 telemarketer phone call on a daily basis.
2. I never call anyone after 11 at night.
3. I never call anyone before 8 in the morning.
4. I don’t screen my phone calls via caller ID.
5. I really should call my mom more often.
That killed about 3 minutes. Time to find something else to do before work. -
Just keep proving me right, folks.
It only took just about 2 months (typical government delay tactics no doubt), but mister sex offender dood has gone from arrested trying to enter Canada after a judge pretty much told him he was allowed to, to being formally deported back to the US. At this point, I would just like to again point out that whoever the hell told these people Canada was a good place to send their creaps to should be summarily shot and pissed on. If it’s illegal in the US, it’s illegal here. The difference? He’d of done loads and loads of time behind bars here. It’s your problem, mister W. You deal with it.
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I need to go back to work to get some rest.
So I went back to Pembroke this weekend to give my parents a hand with decorating their Christmas tree, and–well, duh–because my mother was baking and well… enough said. We ended up doing that, finishing my Christmas shopping for the most part (ideas for Christmas gifts for mom, anyone?), then going to my aunt’s (no, not the cool one who’s earned a mention or two on here already) place for a premature Christmas Eve party, since my uncle goes back to Afghanistan in 3 days. Now, as is the family tradition, there was alcohol involved in that party–and lots of it. I actually managed to behave myself, though, which surprised the hell out of me; I only bought a 6-pack, and by evening’s end I’d drank 4. Considering I’d intended to finish the pack, I’d say I didn’t do too badly. Of course, leave it to the sister-in-law to negate the possibility of me finishing said 6-pack. I won’t get into detail,because to be blatantly honest it was ridiculous being there, and it’s even more ridiculous talking about it. Suffice it to say, when after an hour and a half of drinking your tongue is looser than most hookers, it’s not going to be a good night. For you. Particularly if half an hour later your head is first in a bucket, and then in the table whilst you pass out. It became necessary to pour her into a car and get her the hell home just so we could keep the place clean. O’course, then we all ended up starting to file out an hour later anyway, but that’s so not the point. Surprisingly, she was fine when she finally came alive this morning (translation: noonish), and she and my brother took off to… um… somewhere, presumeably to get food into one or both of them since neither had eaten since supper last night, and she barely even ate that (hint: she knew she was going to be drinking. Ding dong, stupidity calling.). She tried so hard to make me believe she remembered everything that went on last night, but as soon as I said “We have pictures” I think she knew she was fucked. We only stayed there until maybe 11:30, and I think we got there about… oh… between 6 and 7 let’s just randomly guess at, but I’ll bet an hour and a half of that party was just spent making sure she passed out on the table instead of the floor, and then figuring out the best way to actually move her doorwards without her losing the rest of what she drank that night–by the way, that was a miserable failure. And this would be me *not* going into detail. Then today was basicly the part where I pack up my shit and get a lift back to Ottawa, where I now can actually get some rest, then do it all over again in a week. A whole 2 days and I left like haulling off and drifting her. And if she wasn’t across the table from me last night, I probably would have–but I wasn’t alone! If that’s an indication of how Christmas is gonna go at our house next week (by the way, I have 5 days off… yay!), I’m seriously going to give thought to going home Sunday morning, and coming back Monday night. In as nice a term as I can place on it, this was just horribly fucking bad. I want my weekend back.
