Rants, Comments and Observations

Life and Death

2007-07-14T00:47:00.000-04:00

The universe works in mysterious ways. Last night, I received two big news in the space of just a few hours. First, one of my dearest friend, who happens to be an ex-boyfriend of mine, called to tell me that his mom had passed away. About two hours later, another friend called to tell me that his son and daughter-in-law just were at the hospital, having their baby.

As one life ends, another one begins. That's the cycle of life. No one escapes it. We can only hope to have enough time on this earth to grow as persons, learn life lessons and become better human beings more and more every year.

My friend's mom passed away at 80 years old. She had a good life. She was a very generous and devoted mother. I've always liked her and I know that she will be missed.

Yvette, may your soul lives on. You were a funny lady. Wherever you are, I'm sure you still kick ass!

Woohoo!!!

2007-06-15T17:53:00.000-04:00

I'm on vacation!

WOOHOO! WOOHOOHOO!!!

The road best traveled alone

2007-06-06T09:47:00.000-04:00

I went to Boston this past weekend. Saturday we visited my ex's family. He wanted our daughter and his son to meet their 98 year old great-grand-mother. So it was a nice visit with my ex's relatives. They live about 20 minutes from Boston and we spent the afternoon and part of the evening there. Then Sunday, we went to visit Boston. We were just there for about 4 hours, so by the time we had breakfast, there was not much time left to do a lot of things.

It was the second time that I visited Boston, and both time, I was with other people and I did not have time to visit the things that I really wanted to see. So next time, I'll go alone.

I'm a big fan of Norman Rockwell and I really want to visit the Norman Rockwell Museum in Massachussets. I also always wanted to go to Nantucket and Martha's Vineyard. So next summer, I will probably take a whole week to travel by myself. I will take my sweet time, stop everytime I feel like it. Do some sightseeing, shopping, eating. Visit what I want to visit (museums, old book stores and antique shops, a brewery, the Harvard University campus...). I will go through Vermont, down to Massachussets, where I will visit the Norman Rockwell Museum, then drive towards the East cost, probably stopping to Providence on the way, and then visit Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard and Provincetown. Read books on the beach with a bowl of cherries and some cold beer. And on my way back to Canada, I will stop to Boston and finally stay as long as I want. And in the car, I will listen to the music I love and turn the volume as loud as I wanted. I'm telling you, there's nothing like being alone.

I am really looking forward to it.

Wedding Bells

2007-05-31T11:02:00.000-04:00

Woohoo! My friend Annick is getting married this summer. Here in Quebec, marriage is not very popular anymore. It seems to me that nobody is getting married nowadays. The last time I went to a wedding was 1989. Can you imagine? It was 18 years ago. And then my friend Catherine got married privately about 9 years ago. And that's it. These are my only two friends who ever got married since I've known them.

So CONGRATULATIONS ANNICK!!!

28 Weeks Later

2007-05-02T10:55:00.000-04:00

I'm all excited about 28 Weeks Later, the sequel to 28 Days Later. The first one was so good! I can't wait to see if the sequel is going to live up to my expectations. I'm a little bit sad that Cilian Murphy is not part of the sequel, but it's not going to stop me from seing it. I actually think that the first movie was much better because there was not big stars in it. In fact, because it was a small British sleeper film instead of a big budget american action movie carried by a huge action star, it was easier to associate with the characters, fear for them and be unsure about what was going to happen to them. American movies always follow a certain formula and you always know that the hero is going to come out a winner. In 28 Days Later, I was not too sure of what was going to happen to our group of unlikely partners.

When I first saw 28 Days Later, what made it even more interesting to me was the idea behind the movie. I thought that the concept was fantastic and very thought provoking. For days, I could not stop thinking about what it would be like if a similar incident would happen in real life. Which franckly, would not be unlikely, in this day and age.

If you haven't seen 28 Days Later yet, I strongly suggest you rent the DVD.

Double Woohoo!!!

2007-04-19T08:44:00.000-04:00

I'm all excited! A few days ago I read that a new « Tolkien » is coming out this week. The Children of Húrin, a tale started by J. R. R. Tolkien long before his death, was finally completed by his son Christopher. In fact, J. R. R. Tolkien started writting the story almost 100 years ago!

Christopher Tolkien compiled the writting from hundreds of pages of manuscripts into a 259 pages novel. So of course, I might be disappointed. In fact, it's most likely that I will be. But I'm excited nonetheless. Woohoo!!!

Here's a link related to The Children of Húrin, for those who are interested : Harper Collins Tolkien Web site

On a different note, Spring is finally here. No more snow. The temperatures are rising really fast. The sun is here to stay. So I shout another Woohoo!!!

What's your favorite part?

2007-04-15T12:31:00.000-04:00

People can be very self-conscious. I know I am. And for us women, it can be difficult to compare ourselves to the models we see in magazines and the Hollywood goddesses. And as I get older, I realize that letting go of my youth is not as easy as I thought it would be.

But I'm sure that everyone, even if they are plagued by self-consciousness and even self-hatred, can find at least one part of their body that they like.

My favorite parts of my body used to be my flat stomach/22" waist and my tight round butt. After childbearing, years of sedentariness and a 25 pound weight gain, my butt ain't round and tight and my waist sure ain't 22 inches anymore. But gaining weight had one advantage... I have a little more cleavage than before. So I work it!

And you know what is my favorite part of my body now? My toes!!! LOL! Don't laugh! I'm serious! Not only do I truly love my toes, I think they are the most beautiful toes in the world! There is no amount of money that you could give me that would make me want to exchange my toes with someone else's toes. So in the summer, you can be sure that I always feature my toes in open-toe shoes and sandals. (Speaking of summer and sandals... Words to the wise... Please cut those toenails and cream those heels before you show your feet to the world... and long-ass toes sticking out of your sandals ain't sexy baby! In fact, it's plain discusting! Hey! Don't be vexed! Just trying to be helpful.)

So what's your favorite part of your body?

A quote to remember

2007-04-09T11:03:00.000-04:00

I've never been profoundly changed by a quote or a motto. I had some that have guided my life, simply because they are good common sense, like "Don't do to others what you don't want done to you", or more simply put, "treat others like you would want to be treated". But I never heard or read one that stopped me in my tracks and felt in all the fibers of my being. Until today.

I stumbled on a quote from Albert Einstein. It touched me deeply because it defines something that is essential in my life. I never mesured my success or the success of others by money, position, social standing and all those silly things. The persons that I admire the most are creators, artists, people who use their imagination, ideas and vision to create, whether they are writers, painters, scientists, architects, quantum physicists, etc. Because let's face it, where would we be without creativity, imagination, ideas and creation? Not far.

Imagination is very important to me, because it is one of the rare things that no one can take away from you. A person can work for minimum wages in a third-world country factory, but go to the most fantastic places every day; lead the most amazing lives; in her head, just through the power of her imagination. A kid can grow up imagining a life for himself and then make that dream come true. Imagination is powerful.

This is why I'll never forget this quote from Albert Einstein. Who else but him could have come up with it!!!

"Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions."

The Art of Voting

2007-03-26T15:45:00.000-04:00

Today is election day in Quebec. We are voting for our new provincial Prime Minister. I grew up in a family of avid Parti Québécois supporters. Parti Québécois used the be a great political party. It was the party of the people. It was founded in the late 60s, in a period of social revolution in Quebec, by an amazing man named René Lévesque.

René Lévesque was a rarety in politics. He truly had the best interest of Quebeckers, his people, at heart. He had the courage of his convictions, and he got stabbed in the back by other politicians a few times, because he was refusing to play those brown-nosing games that politicians play. He was what every politician should be. René Lévesque was our John F. Kennedy. When he died, in 1987, I cried. No kidding! And as I write about him today. I have tears to my eyes. No kidding!

After his death, the Parti Québécois was never the same again. Politics in Québec were never the same again. I voted for Parti Québécois a few times, by principle. But I was so fed up with politicians and their false promises, that at the last two elections, I voted with my heart, for a new party (ADQ), even though I new that there was no way it was going to win. As long as they had a few seat at the National Assembly, I was happy. The ADQ was co-founded by Mario Dumont, a young idealist who wanted to change things, so I figured that it was better to vote for his party than to vote for old "croutons" who had been there forever and just wanted to play the Political Game.

However, two things changed the game for me this time around. Mario Dumont and some of his candidates recently made some comments that go against my values. And the Party Québécois current leader is a young gay man who, when the media rats decided to look for dirt in his past, was discovered to have snort coke in college. Of course, like others before, he said that he just tried once (Yeah! right! And Bill Clinton did not inhale! LMAO!), but this doesn't matter to me. For me, what it means, is that the dude is an open-minded fighter. Because let's face it, when you're gay, you have to be a fighter to make it in this world, and you have to be open-minded to try coke.

And who is better for Prime Minister than an open-minded fighter?

So today, I went back to my roots. Today, I voted Parti Québécois.

Chain, chain, chain... Chain FOR fools...

2007-03-15T16:00:00.000-04:00

I really wished that people who called themselves my friends would stop emailing me those annoying chain letters. I am always the one who breaks the damn chain anyway. I NEVER send those to anyone. NEVER! No, I won't have 10 years of bad luck if I don't send the letter to 10 persons. No, the phone won't ring as soon as I finish reading the letter. No, my wishes won't come true if I send the letter to 7 people. No, cancer won't be cured if I send the damn letter to 20 people! SO STOP SENDING THEM!!!

Who write those freaking letters anyway? Some lonely desperate housewives? Some sect? The CIA? Computer Science students? Bill and Ted? (For those who don't know Bill and Ted, they were the human equivalent of Beavis and Butt-Head. If you don't know Beavis and Butt-Head, you're waaaaayyyy younger than me. LOL!) Maybe Paris Hilton considers that she's not annoying enough as she is, so she writes chain letters to fill her time between clubbing, shopping and going to the salon.

Hey! I have an idea! Everytime someone emails me one of those chain letters, maybe I should start spamming them with Penile Enlargement advertisements.

Help Needed

2007-02-19T14:12:00.000-05:00

Can someone please help Britney Spears?

The poor girl needs help!

Seriously! Where are her parents? Where are her true friends? If the people around her would refuse to babysit her little boys, then she couldn't go out and make stupid choices.

I'm back!

2007-02-18T21:46:00.000-05:00

Hi guys! I'm back!

Since the few weeks that I posted, I've worked, worked, worked and winter has finally laid her white coat on Montreal. And let me tell you... she came down hard on us. We've been freezing our asses off for about three weeks, but in the past three days, it's gotten warmer.

But anyway, I don't have much to say tonight, so I'll go read some of the blogs I've been missing instead.

Ciao!

HELP!!!!!!!!!!

2007-01-23T00:53:00.000-05:00

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm stuck under a pile of work!

Can't wait for this week to be over. Hell, I've been saying that for the past two weeks! I'm fed up with working days, evenings, weekends and sometimes nights too. I just hope that I don't end up working again next weekend. I just want to have the time to relax and read one of the books I got for Christmas.

Hopefully, I'll get a little chance to read my favorite blogs later this week.

Ciao!

Accepting my nerdiness in all its glory

2007-01-10T12:24:00.000-05:00

I recently came to a realization. I'm a nerd. I am!

If you'd ask any of my friends and acquaintances if I'm a nerd, I'm sure that all of them would say no and laugh at the thought. But it's not surprising. I doubt any of them knows me. To the world, I'm the girl who dresses sexy (my daughter's friends even sing something about it, but that's for another entry), loves tattoos, never goes anywhere without makeup and is not shy to talk to anyone. I come accross as extroverted (which a part of me is), confident (which I am soooooo not) and a little snobish (it must be my long neck and my European type nose, because snob I am not).

But the reality is that although on the surface, I seem to be extroverted, deep down, I'm introverted. I probably come accross as extroverted because of what I call my bordeline-bi-polar personality. I am not diagnosed as having bi-polar disorder. In fact, after being depressed all my life (which is something my friends don't know and would be very surprised to learn) I was finally diagnosed as suffering from dysthymia, which is a chronic form of depression. But I suspect that I'm bordeline bi-polar because I have extreme highs immediatly followed by extreme lows and I am a motormouth who talks to anyone without censuring myself. And I think that's why people think that I'm extroverted.

According to The American Heritage College Dictionary, a nerd is a person regarded as stupid, socially inept or unattractive. "Stupid!" How did they come up with that definition? When we talk about nerds, we usually talk about the brainiacs! I guess our use of the word "nerd" evolved since it was first defined. Anyway, let's look at how Wikipedia defines nerd: somebody who passionately pursues intellectual or esoteric interests - such as books and video games, rather than having a social life, participating in organized sports, or other mainstream activities.

That's me! I prefer books to people; answer the phone half the time only; hate phone messages and when I finally take them (which is once every two or three months), I erase most of them without listening more than the first 2 seconds; prefer staying home by myself than going out with friends; love to feed my intellect; have a hard time looking at people in the eyes when I talk to them; and I'm scared that people will invite me to do some activities, which is one of the main reasons why I hate taking my phone messages.

And, I think that the fact that I blab anything to anyone without any censure does not prove that I am extroverted, like people seem to think, but that I don't behave properly in society, which, if you're asking me, makes me socially inept.

Furthermore, I cream my panties when I think about the library in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, because that library was AWESOME! My dream house will definitely have a library where I will spend most of my time reading, lounging comfortably in a leather bean bag. And although it's damn near impossible for me to name favorites, no matter the category, if I absolutely had to choose a favorite movie, it would be the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Yep! I'm a nerd. And I loooooove it!

2006-12-30T16:38:00.000-05:00

I've been obsessed with the idea of having a bob since this past summer. Nevermind that I had a bob 6 years ago and that I've been patiently growing my hair ever since... because a bob simply didn't suit me that much. So two days ago, I finally had my hair cut and, of course, I didn't like it that much. My front hair was a long swept-aside bang and I thought it looked funny, so yesterday morning, I decided to cut myself a real bang, even though I know full well that bangs don't suit me. Then at 1h25 am this morning, I decided to layer my bob. So now I'm stuck with a too short bang and an uneven bob.

I always do that! I don't know why, but I always do. I get obsessed with my hair, and start cutting it myself.

So after washing my hair today, I tried to do my hair in different styles, hated them all, and now I have to start the new year with that stupid hairdo.

Thank God for hats! And luckily for me, hats do suit my face and I own a few ones. So I'll wear hats for the next two or three months.

Damn chips!

2006-12-20T23:13:00.000-05:00

You know what they say about chips... it's impossible to eat just one. I put some chips in a small, very small bowl, closed the bag, ate my bowl of chips, and that was it. Then my daughter came out of bed to drink water, saw the bag of Salt&Vinegar Lays on the table, asked me for some with pleading puppy eyes. I put some in the bowl for her. She went back to bed. And then I started digging directly in the ba, stuffing my face like a friggin' pig.

Damn chips! Bet you can't eat just one!

Wrong, Wrong, Wrong!

2006-12-18T08:42:00.000-05:00

OK. I know I talk a lot about the environment, but it upsets me. I was just reading the news and I've learn that they had a big snow storm in Nevada, which is in the Southern part of the US. And here in Montreal, up North, we still have no snow and we have the kinds of temperatures we usually see in October.

I'm telling you... what we are doing to our environment is wrong!

Last Sprint...

2006-12-18T01:40:00.000-05:00

OK! Just 5 days of work to go before I'm off for 2 weeks! Woohoo! Hopefully, I won't have any work Friday.

The Christmas Grinchess

2006-12-12T14:15:00.000-05:00

There's a Christmas song I hate. I just can't stand it. That song has nothing in common with the sappy overly sweet Christmas songs I listened to while I was growing up. The kind I like. This song is way too upbeat for me. It sounds like the kind of song that would play at a 50 year wedding anniversary party. Yeah, I could definitely see my parents, uncles and aunts dance ridiculously to that song.

Arrgghhhh! There's no words to describe how much I hate this stupid friggin' song. I haven't heard it yet this year and I'm afraid to turn on the radio, go the the mall or take elevators, from fear of hearing it. It's bad enough that I can't get it out of my head.

I'm almost afraid to type its name... Feliz Navidad.
Arrgghhhh!

Sorry for being a Christmas Grinchess folks!

Living under scrutiny... or the pains of celebrity

2006-12-07T12:44:00.000-05:00

People need to cut Britney Spears some friggin' slack. Seriously! Leave the poor girl alone!!! Every move she makes is magnified, studied, judged and critiqued.

No one excepts her family and friends know what kind of mother she is. So people need to shut up and look at themselves for a minute. That thing with social services visiting her house is so ridiculous, it would be laughable if it wasn't so infuriating. Put a camera 24/7 in any house, and I'm telling you, most parents would have their kids taken away at some point. NO ONE IS PERFECT! EVERYONE MAKE MISTAKES! Geeshh!!!

So what if she's going out... at night...WHILE HER KIDS ARE SLEEPING?!?!?! Many parents have night jobs, which means that they are not there, five nights a week, 50 weeks or so every year. As long as she takes good care of them during the day, showers them with love, and meet their basic needs. It's not like she's been out every friggin' night for the past 6 months! She just ditched that leach who calls himself K-Fed and just went out a few time to celebrate. And I would bet on it that while she's out, her kids are not with the nanny, but more likely with her mom. Because Britney is close to her mom and she has the chance to have a hands-on mom who's there for her when she needs her and a solid support system. I don't doubt for one second that her kids are well taken care of while she goes out and celebrate her new found freedom.

Give the girl a fucking break!

Work, Work, Work!

2006-12-05T12:12:00.000-05:00

Work, Work, Work! That's all I'm doing these days. **pouting in my little corner** Oh well, the holiday vacations are coming soon, and there's nothing like working like crazy to appreciate a vacation.

The world is all topsy-turvy

2006-11-17T13:40:00.001-05:00

Yeah... the world is all topsy-turvy. It's a proper way for me to say that the world, and more specifically the environment, is all fucked up. It's mi-November, in Montreal, and it's 15 ºC outside. And I just checked the weather report for Quebec City, where it's usually colder than in Montreal by a few degrees, and it's 18 ºC! 18 fucking degrees celsius!!! That's the temperature we usually have in early September. Not in mid-November. IT'S NOT NORMAL!!!

I just can't believe that most governments and companies are continuing to do nothing in favor of the environment. Ooops! Excuse me! I shouldn't say that they do nothing. In fact, millions of companies are actually doing something... they are polluting the environment. They are destroying it!

And I just can't believe that some idiots are telling me: "It's a great day isn't it? It's so warm outside!" No it's not a great day! It's a fucking scary day! It's not supposed to be 18 ºC in Quebec in mid-November! It's supposed to be -2º C. THAT'S NOT NORMAL!!!

OK. End of rant. I have to go grocery shopping now. Out I go in that fucked up warm weather!

Not a happy camper

2006-10-31T10:34:00.001-05:00

I'm pissed!

That is all. Mainly because I don't want to go into the dozen reasons why I'm pissed.

That damn bottom-line!

2006-10-22T21:30:00.000-04:00

Urrgghhhh!!!! I get so pissed off when I'm tuning in to watch a TV show, only to find out that it has been cancelled! That's what happened to me tonight, when I tuned in to the CW to watch Runaway and an America's Next Top Model rerun was airing instead. Those damn money-hungry networks are so concerned with making a fortune that if a show doesn't make millions upon millions of dollars on the first few episodes, they just cancel it. How about giving a show a chance? They could at least air all the remaining taped episodes. Wouldn't it make more sense financially if they'd aired all the taped episodes?

The Maiden is coming!

2006-10-09T11:01:00.000-04:00

I'm going to see Iron Maiden tomorrow. Woohoo!!! I don't have much favorites in life. There is just too much of everything for me to be able to pick favorites. But there are four things that I can say for sure are my favorites: cherries are my favorite fruit, pizza is my favorite fastfood, Dean Koontz is my favorite author and Iron Maiden is my favorite musical act.

I had a phase, in the 90s, where I didn't follow much of what they were doing. First I was a newly single mother, and concerts were not a part of my life anymore: no money, no babysitter... Second, I was pissed off that Bruce Dickinson was not fronting the band anymore. For me, Iron Maiden without Dickinson is just not the same. In fact, all the members are pretty important and it always disappoints me when a member of a band I like leaves the group. But after a 6 year absence, Dickinson came back in 1999, and so did Adrian Smith, who had left in 1990. So now, Iron Maiden has the same classic lineup they had in the 80s, after Clive Burr was replaced by Nicko McBrain, plus Janick Gers, who replaced Adrian Smith in the 90s but stayed after Smith rejoined the group. In other word... it's a kick-ass lineup!

Although I'm partial to what they did in the 80s, before Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, I have to say that the new album is pretty damn good. A Matter of Life and Death is one of those rare albums that you like the first time you listen to it. I'm looking forward to see the band playing it live. And I have great seating, which is always a plus.

I've seen Maiden in concert 8 times, but the last time must have been over 10 years ago, so I'm pretty stoked about it. So I'll say it again...

WOOHOO!!!

Payback's a bitch!

2006-09-22T11:12:00.000-04:00

My daughter is driving me crazy. I'm so tired of repeating the same stuff to her over and over again. She never listens to me anyway! So I keep nagging... and nagging... I feel like an old friggin' rag!

I know exactly why it's like that! It's payback! Payback for all I put my parents through when I was a teenager. So to all the teenagers raising hell out there, I have a message for you... Payback's a bitch!

Canadians Rock!!!

2006-09-13T21:00:00.000-04:00

Woohoo!!!

For the second year in a row, a Canadian is the winner of the Rock Star TV show contest. And this year again, it was obvious from the first episode who was going to win the thing.

Congratulations to the new member of Supernova... Lukas Rossi!

Paris overload

2006-03-30T10:47:00.000-05:00

Is it just me or Paris Hilton is in the media too damn much? Hasn't she ever heard of over-exposure? A person just shouldn't be in the showbiz rags and on entertainment TV shows week after week for years. It's just not right. I mean, she's not the first one to be over-exposed. God knows we had our fair share of Bennifer, Brangelina, Jennifer Aniston, Britney and Kevin... in the past few years! But at least those people seemed fed up with all the coverage at times. But Paris not only seems to seek out the publicity, she seems to revel in it. I fear the day where someone (propably her) is going to come up with the idea of starting an All-Paris-24/7 TV Network.

Maybe it's just me, but there are so many newsworthy things going on in the world that are more important, and more interesting, than Paris Hilton. Shouldn't the media cover those instead? How about child pornography? Women and children sex trade/slavery? The bad treatment of senior citizens? Identity theft? Drugs being sold to elementary school kids? Shouldn't the media shed light on those problems instead?

What the hell is wrong with the world!

2006-03-30T09:23:00.000-05:00

I have such a hard time keeping up with this blog. I did good for a while earlier this year, but it didn't take too long for me to be back to my old ways. I have always been lacking discipline-wise. Oh well! I shouldn't beat myself up over it. Who needs one more obligation in their life?

So... what's new with me? Not much. I'm supposed to be working right now. I'm not. As you can see. But I'm getting better at getting my work done without too much procrastination.

I went to see the doctor for a check up two months ago and when she weighed me I was in shock. I'm at my biggest ever! Well... except for when I was pregnant. Which doesn't count, because then it was the weigh of two persons plus a few litres of liquid. Anyway, I guess that's what happens when you spend too much time in front of the computer and the TV. But spring is around the corner, and soon, I'll be out walking everyday. And of course I'll have a short frentic period where I do sit up six times a week. Those periods never last long... AS I HATE EXERCICE!!!

I'm not a spring chicken anymore, that's for damn sure. Oh well...

Damn neighbours!

2006-03-05T23:58:00.000-05:00

I don't know what kind of animal my upstair's neighbours bought, but it's getting on my last nerve. I hear it running all over the appartment 24 hours a day. I know it's not a cat, because I cat wouldn't make all that noise. My daughter tells me they have a ferret, but a ferret is too short on its legs to make all that racket.

We're not supposed to have dogs in our building, but I suspect that a dog is exactly what is making that ruckus. I never understood how someone could have a dog in an appartment. A small appartment is not a place for a dog. A dog needs space to run around and be happy. A dog needs a space that is not upstairs from me!

Olympic Spirit

2006-02-15T15:08:00.000-05:00

I am obsessed with the Olympics. Which is weird, really, considering that I've never been onto sports. I don't practice any sport and I don't even watch sports on TV. But when the Olympics are on, I become obsessed. The first thing I do when I wake up, at 7h30, is turning on the TV. And not only do I watch all day, but I also check out the NBC and the Radio-Canada Olympic Games Web sites every few minutes to check the latest results. Obsessed! I'm telling you! I even have the crazy notion that I bring bad luck to my athletes, because they don't seem to win when I watch, but they do when I don't. LOL! Ridiculous, I know. But hey! We all have our quirks, don't we?

1987 called...

2006-02-09T13:54:00.000-05:00

1987 called... it wants its hair back!!!

If you're thinking about suing your hairdresser for your last haircut, you should check out the Mullet Web site. You'll feel better about yourself afterward. Click on Mullet Galore, on the left site. It will bring you to the picture galleries. Can you say tacky?

Whoever invented the mullet should be seriously punished, along with whoever invented shoulder pads, baby blue frosty eye shadow, tofu and skin color pantyhose. Hey! Maybe they could be forced to watch 2001: A Space Odyssey 10 times in a row. That would be a nice little torture. I now that it's supposed to be a classic, but that movie is definitively the most boring movie I ever watched. I'm telling you, Mariah Carey's Glitter is high quality entertainment compare to that sleep-inducing self-important crap they call a chef-d'oeuvre.

Anyhoo... that was my ranting for today.

Damn Pride!

2006-01-30T23:01:00.000-05:00

Saturday, I spent the day downtown. After a 45 minutes metro and bus ride back home, I stopped by the grocery store. I was tired; I was hungry; and I couldn't wait to be home. After 5 pm, they just keep the express lane and two regular lanes opened. So of course, the lines were long. The heat was getting to me. The fact that I hadn't ate much all day didn't help. And did I say that the heat was getting to me?

Slowly, I felt it coming. I knew I was going to faint. I tried to fight it. But I knew I was going to faint. How did I knew, you're probably asking yourself? I knew because I've been fainting about once a year since I was 6 years old. But, like all the other times before, I was too damn proud to tell someone, "Excuse me! I need help. I'm about to pass out." So of course, being the big hard head that I am, I tried to fight it and prayed that I would have the time to make it to the bench outside. I just needed to get out of that furnace, sit down, get some fresh air and put my head down between my legs in order to oxygenate my brain. Pretty simple, right? Nope!

By the time it was my turn at the cash register, I knew that it was going to happen within the next 30 seconds. I just had 7 or 8 items, so I kept telling myself to hold on just a few more seconds. When the cashier gave me back my change, I just grabbed it and push my cart as fast as I could, without running and looking like a fool, towards the exit. The closer I was getting, the darker my vision was getting. I crossed the exit, turned right towards the bench that was about 12 feet from the door and PLOW! ... never made it to the bench. I fainted about 4 feet from the exit doors, fell down flat on the cement, my cart fell on its side... and I made a fool out of myself. LOL! Damn pride! I'm telling you.

Of course, people being sooooo nice, it took about a minute and a half before a nice lady came to ask if I was allright. And I know that a few people went by me during that minute and a half, because I could hear them. But I guess they thought it was normal to pass by some woman lying on the ground, outside, in January, and just ignore her. Heck! I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they thought that I was drunk. NOT!!! I'm pretty sure that the cart laying on its side was a good clue that I was not some drunk who decided to spend the evening laying on the ground, in front of the grocery store. Geesh!

Anyhoo... The nice lady was soon followed by a nice man. They called the police (don't ask me why), who showed up in two patrol cars (police officers are not busy, at all, in my little quiet town, so that must have been an exciting Saturday night for them) . They also called the ambulance. The ambulance medical technicians took my blood pressure and my pulse and checked my blood sugar content. They wanted to bring me to the hospital, but I didn't want to go. The thought of spending 7 hours or more waiting at the emergency was not too appealing to me, understandingly. I just wanted to be home. Plus I've had some bad experiences with doctors (there's another entry, somewhere on this blog, about why I don't like doctors). And furthermore, I was tested for my faintings, over a 3 or 4 month period, when I was in 5th grade, and the doctors never found anything wrong. So really, I had no reason to go to the hospital. Luckily for me, my friend Claude called on my cell phone during the whole drama and he arrived right after the ambulance, so I got to go back home. Thanks Claude!

So that was my Saturday night folks!

Congratulations Girlfriend!

2006-01-27T22:09:00.000-05:00

Congratulations to my friend Dawn for winning the Maple Blues Award for Best Female Vocalist in Canada.

Look at her. Isn't she gorgeous? And she's talented too!!!

If you are a blues lover, please check out her Web site to discover this very talented artist. Dawn Tyler Watson

Hey Dawn! When are you going to do another movie? If you're asking me, you were the best thing about Jack Paradise.

Congratulations! You deserve it.

When fools rule the world...

2006-01-24T08:28:00.000-05:00

Today is a sad day my friends. Stephen Harper won the Canadian elections last night. The only thing that makes me feel a little better is that he's heading a minority governement. So he might have to put a lid on his right-wing extremist aspirations, otherwise it will lead to his downfall. We're still going to be subjected to his narrow views for 4 years thought. I feel ashamed, franckly, that this little close-minded fool is now running our country. His hateful ideas on abortion and gay marriage makes me feel like we're back to the Dark Ages. It's sad, really.

On another note, it should be interesting to see him deal with the leader of Quebec's Parti Québécois, an openly-gay cool dude who admited to have used cocaine in his youth. I usually vote for the ADQ, but I hope that the Parti Québécois wins the next provincial elections just to see André Boisclair become Québec Prime Minister. Wow! Having a gay provincial Prime Minister in his country would definitely be a torn in Harper's side. Good! If we have to suffer his presence, he should suffer too.

Women of 30

2006-01-21T14:53:00.000-05:00

First, let's give credit were it's due. I did not write this little gem. It was written by Andy Rooney, for CBS's 60 Minutes. Thank you Mr. Rooney!

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They always know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman over 30, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22 year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.

For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". Here's an update for you : Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage...

Smart old lady!

2006-01-15T16:59:00.000-05:00

This old woman goes to the bank to deposit $160,000.00 that she carries in a bag. The bank manager deposits her money and asks, "How did you come up with $160,000.00?" "Betting", she says. The bank manager looks suprised. "Betting?". "Yes", the old lady continues, "I can bet with you right now, if you want to. In fact, I bet you $25,000.00 that your testicles are shaped like squares". The bank manager starts to laugh and say "My testicles are most certainly not square!". So the woman says "So, do you want to bet or not?" "OK!", says the manager, "I'm accepting your bet". "Then I'll come back tomorrow with my lawyer to see who wins the bet", she answers.

So the next day, the old lady comes back with her lawyer. The bank manager pull his pants and boxers down, and the woman proceeds to examine his testicles, touching them and looking at them closely. "You're right!", she finally says calmly. The manager says "You just lost $25,000.00 and you don't seem bothered at all!". The old woman smiles at him and answers: "Oh I didn't loose $25,000.00. In fact, I just made $75,000.00. I bet $100,000.00 with my lawyer that I was going to touch your testicles."

TGIF

2006-01-13T00:19:00.000-05:00

Thank God it's Friday! Hmmm... well... technically it is, since it's half past midnight. But there's still one more weekday to go. I don't really mind though. Friday is my favorite day. And since my ex is picking up our daughter for the weekend, it means that there are two mornings where I can sleep late. Yeepeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

What a grim evening!

2006-01-09T00:45:00.000-05:00

I just watched The Brothers Grimm. What the heck were they thinking? Even the special effects sucked! I expected so much better. So glad I waited for the DVD to come out. I feel bad for the poor souls who paid $10 to see it in theaters. Word to the wise... don't waste your money on this DVD folks.

30 years is a loooooong time...

2006-01-08T02:11:00.000-05:00

It sucks! I can't believe I still have about 30 years of working life in front of me. I sooooooo don't want to work. Love my job; hate to work. Why can't I just win at the lottery and stop working FOREVER?

No bitching allowed

2006-01-05T14:29:00.000-05:00

I decided to start the new year without any ranting, complaining or bitching. See? I can be nice! So here are a few things I'm thankful for; things that make my life a little better.

Iron Maiden. My favorite musical act... EVER!!! I love classical, R&B, renaissance rock, hip hop, rap, disco, rock, blues, acid jazz, house... and of course, heavy metal. In fact, I love pretty much any kind of music except country and folk. But no singer or band will ever take the place Iron Maiden will forever have in my heart. Ahhhh.... Am I sweet or what?

Dean Koontz. Dean Koontz is my GOD. I fear the day he will die and stop writing books. I will mourn his death like I would mourn the death of a loved one. But until then, keep on writing and I'll keep on reading. Long live Dean Koontz!!!

Scotch... or whisky. Doesn't matter. When it comes to my distilled liquor, I'm not a snob.

My "chatouille". I'm not even going to comment on that one. So your "What the heck?" is going to stay unanswered. But those in-the-know know. And for those dirty minds out there, this is sooooo NOT what you think, you little cheaky monkeys.

Forests, pine trees, little brooks... Aaaaahhh... the smell of pine trees; the sound of water running jubilantly. It calls to me. I must have been some moss on a rock near a winding brook in another life.

Pizza. I can never get tired of pizza.

Books, books and more books. You know that question "What would you bring on a desert island?" I would bring a library.

Carlos and Pepe's Frozen Margaritas. The only margaritas worth drinking.

Dreams. Dreams are what keeps me alive.

Food. Aaaahhhh food. Enough said.

Movies. I just LOOOOVE movies. Heck!!! Who doesn't?!?!?!

11h15 pm. I'm finally alone and the night is still young and full of promises.

Middle Earth, hobbits, elves and other Tolkien fantastic creatures and places. J.R.R. Tolkien left a wonderful and unique heritage. Fuck Heaven! (For those who believe in such things as heaven and hell. Happy to say I'm not one of you.) When I die, I want to share my time between the Shire and Rivendell.

Solitude with a capital S. Sorry to tell you that you could all die, every each one of you on this planet, and my first thought would be "Alone at last!". Then my second thought would probably be "Oh shit! Dean Koontz is not here anymore to write my favorite books!" LOL

Happy New Year!

2006-01-01T02:01:00.000-05:00

Gosh! I can't believe that I've been sitting in front of the computer trying to figure out what to write. I usually always have something to say. Oh well... Happy New Year!

The Price of Incompetence

2005-12-30T19:46:00.000-05:00

I was at the post office the other day, sending a little somethin' somethin' to a friend. The post office clerk asked me if I wanted to insure my package. It was not the first time that I was asked this question, but it was the first time that, after leaving the post office, I started to ponder about how scary that question really is.

Scary? You would say. Yes. Scary. Because when the dude asks me if I want to insure my package, what he is really saying is: "We're a bunch of crooked jerks who are most likely to steal your stuff, but if you insure your little package, it will be registered as so in our special files and we'll keep our sticky fingers away from it, otherwise our supervisor will be breathing down our necks." Of course, he could also be saying: "We're a bunch of incompetent fools who are most likely to loose your precious package, but if you're stupid enough to pay extra for a service you are already paying for, we won't have the choice but move our lazy butts and find it, otherwise our supervisor will be breathing down our necks."

Either way, I find it scary. Don't you? I mean when you buy grocery, for example, you don't have to "insure" your products. If you arrive home and the yogourt is not fresh anymore, you go back to the store and they exchange it for you... FREE OF CHARGE!!!!

A Modern Fairytale...

2005-12-30T16:38:00.000-05:00

My friend Dawn emailed me this little joke today. As a suffer from what I call the Fairytale syndrome, I really wish that I would have grown up reading that kind of fairytales. It sure would have save me from a lot of heartaches. Thanks Dawn!

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: "Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so". That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself: "I don't fuckin' think so!"

What's the deal with water?

2005-11-17T00:35:00.000-05:00

I was watching Invasion on TV tonight, and after one of the characters woke up from a nightmare, her husband gave her a glass of water. And I started to think... why the heck do they always do that on TV and in movies? They do, don't they? Everytime someone wakes up in the middle of the night, they drink water. Why? I sure don't! First of all, with the middle-of-the-night-bad-breath thing going on, water just taste nasty. Second, how the heck is water is going to calm me down after a nightmare? I don't get it.

They also do that when someone is upset and crying. First, they hand them some kleenex, and then, they bring them a glass of water. Who the heck ever came up with that? And why are the other script writers continue to write it in their scripts? Do they learn it in writing school? Do they have a "Ways to make use of a glass of water 101" class? Can someone please explain this to me? Because franckly, I don't get it.

Invisible

2005-11-13T02:49:00.000-05:00

Has anyone ever asked you this question? If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Well I don't know if it's considered a superpower, but if I could have one, it would be the power to become invisible. But I never really thought about my deep motivation for wishing to be invisible. Of course, it would be fun to spy on people or be able to disapear if someone tries to attack you or arm you in any way... or just scared the beejesus of people you don't like. But thinking about it, I realize that it's an extension of my love for being alone and of my desire to have no responsability. Because if I could be invisible, truly invisible, not only in the eyes of everyone, but also on paper, in the eyes of governments, I could enjoy life without having to be part of society. And that would be my Shangrila.

Where in the world is Greg?

2005-11-13T02:26:00.000-05:00

Hey Greg!

Where the heck are you? You have been MIA for a few months now. I miss reading your stuff. You always made me laugh.

Miss ya!

A new twist on an old tale

2005-11-03T15:22:00.000-05:00

On this bleak November day, I thought I'd share a little joke that my friend Kathy emailed me...

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!" he squeaks. Papa Bear arrives at the table and sits in his bigchair. He looks into his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!" he roars. Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "How many times do we have to go through this with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first; it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house; it was Momma Bear who made the coffee; it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away; it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper; it was Momma Bear who set the damn table; it was Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish; and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, 'cause I'm only going to say this one more time:
"I HAVEN'T MADE THE DAMN PORRIDGE YET !!"

The Lollipop Police

2005-10-30T23:49:00.000-05:00

It's that time of year again. The time to play candy police with our kids. Halloween. For the next few weeks, every night, I'm going to tell my daughter that, of the huge bag of candies she got trick'or'treating on Halloween night, she has to choose just three to eat. Three! That's how many I allow her to eat every night, for desert, during the Halloween period. Otherwise she would go through the whole damn bag in the space of a few hours. Heck! That's what I did when I was young, because my parents sure didn't monirored my candy intake. LOL! And my daughter is going to spend an hour, going through the candy bowl, carefully choosing which three she's going to eat, trying to convince me that chewing gum doesn't count, so therefore she should be allowed to have one chewing gum plus three more candies.

Oh well, at least it will keep her busy for an hour.

Cold turkey...

2005-10-17T17:41:00.000-04:00

I was in a state of panic earlier today when the TV repairman told me that he had to bring my TV set to his shop and that it might take up to two weeks before I get it back. Two weeks!!! I almost started hyperventilating! But then I decided to not let my TV addiction rule my world. Instead, I will make to most of the situation.

I've been complaining that I don't have the time to read anymore. Well I intend to read at least one book in the next two weeks. Hopefully, two books. No TV for two weeks... I don't have much of an excuse anymore... except for the computer. But since I've been cutting down a lot since June, when it comes to the computer, I know that I can do it.

Lucky for me, my digital recorder is programmed to record all the GH episodes and the Prison Break episodes, so once my forced TV fast is over, I can binge for about 12 hours!

But in the meantime, no patch for me, I'm quitting cold turkey!

Chuck should ask for a restraining order against me

2005-08-04T00:26:00.000-04:00

I'm obsessed with Chuck. Obsessed! I'm telling you. The dude should ask for a restraining order against me... if he was still alive. See, it's not really with Chuck the person that I'm obsessed. It's with Chuck the shoe. Or the show model, I should say. By now, you're either scratching your head or you're totally getting what's I'm talking about.

Chuck Taylor's!!! Converse's Chuck Taylor canvas shoes! That's what I'm talking about! I've always liked them. As far as I can remember. But for some reasons, I had never buy a pair before this summer. Now I have 3 pairs and plans to buy more. I've seen all these colors and models that they have on the Converse Web site and that I want, but I can't order them because they don't deliver in Canada. And of course, in stores, they always have just the usual colors: black, blue, red and sometimes green. But I found a store where they have several models and colors, and I just want to buy a new pair every week. Which I'm not going to do, of course, but I wish I would! LOL! Obsessed! I'm telling you!

But anyway, I know that I'll buy at least two more pairs before fall, because I really want the black leather ones and the forest green ones.

You know what I'm thinking? I'm not 40 yet, but I think I must be starting my mid-life crisis. I mean really! Why couldn't I wear Chucky Ts when I was 17? I'm 37 for Pete's sake! What's up with that?

Oh well! At least those shoes put a smile on my face. So who cares?

Damn procrastination!!!

2005-07-10T01:11:00.000-04:00

Why oh why can't I work? I've been supposed to work all evening, yet, it's past 1am and here I am, blogging instead of working. I keep finding excuses not to work. It's always been the same pattern with me. I always say: "This time, I won't waste my time. I'll do my work first, and then I'll have free time." But what do I do? I procrastinate... and procrastinate... and procrastinate...

It's pathetic... really

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!!

2005-07-04T11:59:00.000-04:00

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY to all Americans!!!!!

Since I'm working right now, I wish that I'd be by your side, drinking beer and eating ribs. God I love ribs!!!!!

No time for life...

2005-05-06T23:13:00.000-04:00

Sorry I haven't blog in more than two weeks. I just have so much work. And I'm trying to squeeze in life somewhere in there. I hope you guys are doing great!

Sonia

Can we say... God Complex? Hmmmm.... maybe not.

2005-04-20T10:40:00.000-04:00

I don't like doctors. Well... most of them anyway. I'll hurt somewhere. They won't find anything. Most of them cannot act like mature grown-up and say: "I'm sorry. I have no clue. I'll have to ask a colleague to look at your case and give me some advice. Maybe his expertise can help us. But be assured that we'll get to the bottom of the problem and find out what you are suffering from." Instead, they suffer from a God Complex, thinking that the sun rise and set on their perfect little asses and won't admit to their failure so they'll just say: "You have nothing." Or worse! And this worse happened to me twice! So at worse, they'll say: "You have nothing. It must be in your head." In my head! IN MY HEAD!!!!!!!! Well I'll tell you what... everytime I have something that the doctor can't find, I continue to seek help until I find a doctor competent enough to actually find something. SO IT'S NEVER IN MY FRIGGIN' HEAD YOU INCOMPETENT MORONS!

Actually, I don't think they are suffering from God Complex at all. I think that they are big immature babies who can't admit that they are wrong; that they have made a mistake; or that they just don't know something.

Why, oh why?

2005-04-19T16:31:00.000-04:00

Why do they have to interrupt TV shows to announce that the new pope has been chosen? Can't it wait 'til the nightly news report? Is it an emergency? Are we going to die if we don't know about it immediately? I mean, no offense, but really! It's not like my town is about to get flood and the citizens need to evacuate pronto. Geesh!

A little ranting can do some good...

2005-04-16T01:26:00.000-04:00

I hate working!
I hate mean people!
I hate gas!
I hate alarm clocks!
I hate idiots!

... end of ranting.

Families...

2005-04-13T11:19:00.000-04:00

My grand-mother passed away last thursday. She was not enjoying life anymore, so I'm glad that she is finally free. The funeral was the occasion to see family. My annoying uncle was there. Do you guys have an annoying family member? I'm sure you do. Everyone has one, right? On my mother's side, it's an annoying uncle; and on my father's side, it's an annoying cousin. Anyway, everything that comes out of their mouths (my annoying uncle and my annoying cousin) is stupid. When you see them coming towards you, you just run in the other direction. When they talk, you just want them to shut up.

We've never been very close to my mother's family. After her mom passed away when she was four, my mom was raised by her two aunts, so for me, they were my grandmas. I was close to them. There was also two aunts and two uncles that we saw from time to time. But the rest of them, we just see at weddings and funerals. When my mother's mom passed away, and after she went on to live with her two aunts, her dad remarried and then had some more kids. So my mom has a bunch of half-brothers and half-sisters that I can never recognize, except for two. I can't even tell you how many they are. I don't know.

Me, it's not complicate. I'm an only child. So when my daughter grows up, she won't have to talk to a bunch on aunts and uncles that she sees once every 8 years. Although she better marry a dude who has a few brothers and sisters, otherwise her genealogical tree won't have many branches. It will be more like a 2 X 4 with some nails in it. LOL! I have to say that big families probably have better Christmas that we do though. But apart from those polygamists Mormons in Utah, no one has big families anymore. Do Mormons celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving? Otherwise, their big families is kinda lost on them. LOL!

I'm glad not to be part of a big family. The lack of privacy and solitude would just drive me nuts. If I had been part of a big family, I would have probably commit suicide at a young age and left a note that said I just wanted to be alone!!!!! I just can't imagine never being alone. When I was a teen, my parents went to take walks every nights and went to ski every sunday afternoons, so I often had time for myself. But when you are part of a big family, I'm sure there is always someone at home, and then your brothers and sisters invite their friends over and it becomes a crazy place. Oh my God! It drives me nuts just thinking about it. I'm a loner. What can I say!

Anyway, big or small, as long as we like our family, then I guess we're allright.

Oh! And completely out of topic... I'm totally ready for Anthony Fedorov to go home now!

Sonia

Spring is here...

2005-04-03T14:19:00.000-04:00

I can't believe I haven't blog in almost two months. I remember telling Elizabeth that I was going to update by the weekend. I think that it was 5 weeks ago! LOL! Sorry Elizabeth. I have to stop by your blog also and check things out. But I do feel like I'm all talked out. I've been feeling that way all winter. Which is pretty much a first to me, because I've always had something to say.

Sooooo... what is there to say? Spring is at our door. Which is always good. I loooooove summers in Montréal! What else. The Pope died this weekend and it seems to be a major deal on TV, because every channels they're talking about it. No disrespect or anything, but I don't understand what is the big deal. Again, I don't want to disrespect anyone by saying that, but the guy was old and sick for many years. It was just a matter of time before he was going to die. And it's better that way. I mean when you're old and sick, you don't have a good life quality anymore. My grand-mother is 95 years old, she's not lucid anymore and she has been waiting for death for the past 12 years! So when my mom called me last week to tell me that my grandma is not eating anymore and they have start giving her morphine (which means, her days are numbered), I was glad. Because no one wants to see their love ones sad and miserable while they are waiting for death. That's not a way to live. So I know that when she finally dies, it will be a delivrance for her. I'll be sad to see her go, but I know that it's better this way.

Yeah, I know that some will say "How can you say that? Life is precious!" Yes. I agree. Life is precious. But when you are not lucid anymore and merely waiting to die, you're not living, you are just existing.

So anyway... that was my thought for today, and I will really try to blog more in the following months. "Try" I said!

Sonia

Nothing to say...

2005-02-09T10:29:00.000-05:00

I truly have nothing to say. I'm writing this entry because I feel a tad guilty, since I don't blog much anymore. But... I truly have nothing to say. Some people who knew me back in school would be truly shocked to read that. That's an understatement! Some of my friends used to make bets with me, to see if I could stop talking for just 10 minutes. Of course, they would then proceed to taunt me relentlessly, trying to make me loose said bet. Yep! I was a regular blabbermouth. Still are! If you put me in a room full of people, you can bet I'm going to chat your ears away! But here, alone, at home, I feel like I'm all out of words.

Not much is happening in my life, since I'm such The Recluse. And since I have developped, since last fall, an unhealthy obsession (Aren't they all? I mean, aren't obsessions always unhealthy?) to General Hospital, my favorite GH couple (Jasam) and all the Jasam fan fictions I can find, I pretty much have nothing to say that doesn't relate to that, and I'm sure it doesn't interest any of you (Except Jamie, LOL. Hi Jamie!), so I just try not to mention the subject. It's weird, really, that I've become so obsessed with a show. Especially since I've watch that show for about 25 years and was never THAT obsessed with it before. I figure it's just my drug. Everybody has their drug, you know? Something they turn to when they are depressed or want to forget what's happening in their life.

So GH has become my drug. I spend a ridiculous amount of time doing GH-related things. I watch the show at 3pm; if my favorite couple happens to be in an episode, I'll watch the scenes again at night; I'm on the Soap Opera Central message board every friggin' day, talking about GH; I watch scene clips that I've downloaded from the Internet; I read Jasam fan fiction; I even wrote two Jasam fan fictions for Pete's sake! And I never had any aspiration to become a writer! LOL! That's how obsessed I am with Jasam. For those of you who wonder what the heck is Jasam, in the world of crazy Soap fans, we create names for the different couples by contracting the names of the two persons who form the couple. So Jasam is Jason & Sam. You should see the names that some have. Funny. Really. Lois & Lorenzo were Lolo; Nikolas & Emily are Nem; Jasper "Jax" Jacks & Courtney are Casper; Jason & Courtney were Journey, and I loathed them; Ric & Alexis are Reckless; Brenda & Jason, who were never really a couple, per se, were Brazen; the upcoming pairing of Reese and Sonny (The girl just started last friday and there are already Web Sites for that couple since before Christmas, if you can imagine! LOL) is already named Reeson. So as you can see, we are a bunch of lunatics with too much time on our hands!

Anyhoo... for someone who have nothing to say, I managed to wrote three paragraphs... about nothing important... sorry! Next time, I'll try to be more inspired.

Sonia

I'm bored!

2005-01-21T23:22:00.000-05:00

God! I feel so friggin' bored right now. I'm never bored! That's not cool! I have tons of books and magazines to read, but I just don't feel like reading them. I feel like doing something else, but I don't know what, if that makes any sense to you. I should just turn off the computer and go read. Then I would get into whatever I'm reading, and I wouldn't be bored anymore. Maybe I should watch a movie. I've got a few DVDs here......... Nah! Don't feel like it.

Ah well... now that you're all depressed and bored too, I guess this is good night!

Ode to Greg!

2005-01-20T21:24:00.000-05:00

Yes Greg! You! I'm talking about you! :-)

I want to celebrate a fellow blogger today... Greg! Why? Because here I am, sucking big time at updating my blog, but Greg always has something to say. Even if it's just a little somethin' somethin'. Everytime I visit his blog, I'm always sure to find something to read. Greg, you always put a smile of my face. Always!

So if you're interested in reading Greg's blog, you'll find the link on the bottom right. It's called Like, You know, Whatever!

And Jamie girl, I haven't forgot about you either. I just up caught up on my blog reading this week by reading Greg's. Next time, I'll read yours. :-)

Happy New Year!

2005-01-03T14:27:00.000-05:00

Hey guys!

I know that I haven't blog much in the past few weeks, but judging by some of my fellow bloggers' blogs, I'm not the only one. I promise I'll come back this week to write a longer entry, but today, I just want to wish you the best for 2005. Lots of love! Lots of happiness! Lots of money! And... lots to rant about... because it's fun! LOL!

Oh! And I'm sure that some of you want lots of sex... but I'm not wishing you lots of sex... LOL...sorry! It's just that in my opinion, sex without love isn't worth much, so you'll have to settle for lots of love and hope that the lots of sex comes with it! ;-)

Happy New Year!

Sonia

Things that happen to prude people...

2004-12-19T15:03:00.000-05:00

I was just washing the dishes, and for some reason unknown to me, I remembered a little story that happened when I was young. Don't ask me why I thought about that now; the mind works in mysterious ways...

I must have been 10 or 11 years old. I was at my friend's Anick, and we were playing in her room. I started telling her this dirty joke that was not THAT dirty. You know, it was the kind of dirty joke that kids tell. If I was to tell that joke now, people will say to me: "What are you? 12?" The problem was that, unbeknownst to me, her mom was in the bathroom, next door to Anick's bedroom, putting her contact lenses. Apparently, she was so appalled at the joke I was telling her precious and innocent daughter, that she dropped one of her contact lense in the drain! Of course, she later called my parents and it was all a big drama and my dad had to pay for the contact lense. And my parents bug me all evening long, because they wanted to know what was the stupid joke and I was too embarassed to tell them. Which 10 year old kid wants to talk about anything related to sex with their parents, really!

Pay for the contact lense!!!! I'm sorry, but that thought had me in hysterics 10 minutes ago. I'm sure my parents didn't think it was funny at the time, but when I see them for the holidays, I have to remind them this story, because I'm sure they will roll their eyes and laugh at how the whole situation was ridiculous .

I guess that some people are just really prude...

;-)

What the fuck is wrong with society?

2004-12-10T13:38:00.000-05:00

Working is the worst, isn't it? I hate working! Mega bummer. :-(

Anyhoo... I was just reading the News on the Internet and I can't believe what I've just read. So last night, this dude broke into someone's else house with no doubt bad intentions. The guy who lives there is in a wheelchair, so when he heard the sound of broken glass, of course he thought "I have to defend myself!" So the guy in the wheelchair beat up the intruder and killed him. And you know what? The police arrested him! Can you believe that? Poor guy in a wheelchair defends himself against an intruder, IN HIS HOUSE, and he's arrested!

Well I'm telling you, they better not charge him with anything because I won't be a happy camper. What the fuck is that? We cannot defend ourselves in our own house now? With all the sickos out there, the intruder would have probably beat up the guy himself! So what is he supposed to do? Waiting to be attacked and maybe killed in his own house?!?!

That is fucked up!

(For those offended, I'm sorry if I use the F word a lot. But because English is not my first lauguage, the F word doesn't have the same impact on me that on anglophones. I use it as an adjective or a verb. LOL!)

Can you believe it?

2004-12-01T23:44:00.000-05:00

Can you believe it guys? I finally put up a picture of me! Now if I can only take a recent picture of me! This one was taken in 2000, and I changed my haircolor about 5 times since then. But I promise I'll take some new pictures during the holidays and try to go through the ordeal of putting up another picture on that blog.

Don't buy me any gift!

2004-11-28T13:47:00.000-05:00

Christmas is coming, and Christmas means gifts! Now that's the part that I hate! "You hate gifts?" You might ask incredulously. Well... I don't hate gifts per se. What I hate is having to buy gifts for people, when I don't have a clue what to buy them or when I do not wish to buy them anything, but I feel obligated to buy them something because I know they are giving me a gift. That's been the case with one of my friends in the past few years.

You have to understand something. I'm a loner. I like to be by myself. And I'm probably the worst friend there is, because I much prefer talking to my friends on the phone than actually seing them. Some of them I have more affinities with, and I make a conscious effort to see them from time to time. Some of them, I love to death, but I see them once every year or every two years, because we're all busy with our lives; I've now moved in the suburbs while they still live in Montréal; and I don't have a car anymore so there's no way in hell that I'm going to take the bus and then 2 or 3 subway trains to visit them, because I'm way too lazy. So I don't see them either.

But there's one person, who I don't consider as one of my closest friend for the simple fact that I don't feel like we have much in common. And a few years ago, she started giving me gifts on my birthdays and for Christmas. Arrrrrrrrrggggggggg! I don't want her to give me gifts, because I never had the intention to buy her one! There must be at least 20 people that I consider like closer friends than I consider her. Can you imagine, if I start giving presents to ALL my friends on their birthdays and for Christmas? I would go broke in half a year! Geesh! What the fuck do I do? If I don't give her anything, it just looks weird.

Well last year, I had an idea. I told her: "Instead of buying each other gifts this year, why don't we use the money to go have dinner together!" (Not too stupid hey! LOL!) She agreed, but we ended up working so much in the weeks before the holidays, that we didn't have time to go to the restaurant. But Christmas is coming again, and I'm dreading the day that she'll say to me: "I have to bring you your Christmas gift!" And I'll have to run to the store as fast as I can just to buy her one of those generic gifts... you know... perfumed candles or bath products. I cannot bring the restaurant excuse again, because it will sound lame. I feel like I'm being stalked by the gift lady for Pete's sake!

Please... just don't buy me any Christmas gift!

Not for the faint of heart...

2004-11-13T01:25:00.000-05:00

I'm not going to sugar coat it, because the world is a crazy place. And it's sure not sugar coated! I've been reading the sickest shit in the news this week. I'm telling you, I don't understand how come people like Martha Stewart are in jail, when there are real sickos out there. First, I read about this man, here in Montréal, who is the head of a dubious church. He was arrested for sexual abuse of a ten year old girl. Apparently, this girl is his wife! Yep! You read well! The jerk says that he doesn't understand why they arrested him, just for making love to his wife! He says that he married this little girl three years ago, and they have been living as man and wife since then!

Well... I'm speachless! I'm totally speachless! There are so many thoughts that are going through my mind right now, and there are just no words to express how utterly discusted I am about that whole thing. I am not a mean person by nature, but I just can't wait for this monster to go to jail, so he can be raped repetitively every day for the rest of his miserable life!

Then, this week also, I read about this other psycho, in Montréal also (Please don't think that Montréal is filled with dirtbags!). That dude has AIDS. He totally knows that he has AIDS. And he has been sexually abusing this little 7 year old girl for many years now! The police has found various tapes of his sexual activities, and apparently, the dude also enjoys bestiality!

In the States now (Not every bad things happens in Montréal), a 29 year old woman was arrested this week. She was having an "affair" with an 8 year old boy, who happens to be her daughter's friend! Apparently, the woman claims that the little boy is her boyfriend and that they were going to get married eventually! (Woman! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!?!) This whole sordid affair was discovered when the little boy's mom found love letters written by the sick bitch, in which she wrote things like: "I don't want anybody else but you." "Tomorrow it will be raining, so you can come to my place and we'll do you know what. I really want you! I love you!". She even gave him a key to her appartment!!!!! (Helloo! The kid plays GI Joe with your daughter you sick dumbass!)

Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick!

Sorry! I hope that I didn't ruined your weekend!

A little humor

2004-11-10T13:27:00.001-05:00

A professor of mathematics sent a fax to his wife. It read:

Dear Wife,
You must realize that you are 54 years old, and I have certain needs which you are no longer able to satisfy. I am otherwise happy with you as wife, and I sincerely hope you will not be hurt or offended to learn that by the time you receive this letter, I will be at the Grand Hotel with my 18-year-old teaching assistant. I'll be home before midnight.
Your Husband

When he arrived at the hotel, there was a faxed letter waiting for him that read as follows:

Dear Husband,
You, too, are 54 years old, and by the time you receive this letter, I, will be at the Breakwater Hotel with the 18-year-old pool boy. Being the brilliant mathematician that you are, you can easily appreciate the fact that 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18.
Don't wait up!

;-)

Stupidity is rampant these days...

2004-11-04T23:18:00.000-05:00

Stupidity is rampant these days... There's a small local hardware store I go to sometimes. And everytime this young woman is there, she always asks the same question: "Do you want a bag?"

Euh! Helloo! I'm not buying a pack of cigarettes at the store now! I'm at the hardware store buying nails, bolts, switch covers and what not! Do I want a bag? Do you see me walking back home holding nails, screws and other hardware stuff in my hands? Seriously! And she always asks that question! I kid you not!

Unbelievable!

No much is happening...

2004-11-01T01:03:00.000-05:00

I don't blog much these days. Not much is happening in my life. TV season has started, so my nights are busy. And I still spend way too much time on the GH Board. I'm proud of myself; I don't watch much Reality TV shows. In fact, The Search for America's Next Top Model is the only Reality TV show I watch right now. Those girls can be a riot sometimes. And that Janice Dickinson is something! I'm pissed off that we have to wait until January for the new season of Alias and 24. I loooooove these shows.

What else is happening? Not much, really. When fall comes I create myself a cocoon and I'm pretty much unreachable. I rarely go out and I don't answer the phone really often. The best way to reach me is by email.

I promise to blog this week. Right now, I'm supposed to be working, so I'll do just that... for a change.

See ya!

I'm so lazy...

2004-10-20T10:02:00.000-04:00

Hi guys! I know I haven't writen much lately. Maybe it's because of fall, but I'm getting lazy. Heck! Who am I kidding? I'm always lazy! ;-) Anyway, I won't write today. I'll share a good clean joke sent by who else but my friend Kathi. It's a good thing though, because if you're getting lazy also, then you won't have a long ranting to read!

The famous American Olympic skier Picabo Street (pronounced Peek-a-boo) is not just an athlete, she is a nurse, currently working in the Intensive Care Unit of a large metropolitan hospital. She is not permitted to answer the telephone however, as it caused simply too much confusion when she would answer the phone and say... "Picabo, ICU!"

LOL! I got a kick out of this one!

On November 4, Vote!

2004-10-12T19:11:00.000-04:00

I'm not going to take credit for this little expose because I hate lies. This was send to me by my friend Kathi.

Things you have to believe to be a Republican today:

Saddam was a good guy when Reagan armed him, a bad guy when Bush's daddy made war on him, a good guy when Cheney did business with him and a bad guy when Bush needed a "we can't find Bin Laden" diversion.

Trade with Cuba is wrong because the country is communist, but trade with China and Vietnam is vital to a spirit of international harmony.

The United States should get out of the United Nations, and our highest national priority is enforcing U.N. resolutions against Iraq.

A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but multi-national corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind without regulation.

Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary Clinton.

The best way to improve military morale is to praise the troops in speeches while slashing veterans' benefits and combat pay.

If condoms are kept out of schools, adolescents won't have sex.

A good way to fight terrorism is to belittle our long-time allies, then demand their cooperation and money.

Providing health care to all Iraqis is sound policy. Providing healthcare to all Americans is socialism.

HMOs and insurance companies have the best interests of the public at heart.

Global warming and tobacco's link to cancer are junk science, but creationism should be taught in schools.

A president lying about an extramarital affair is a impeachable offense. A president lying to enlist support for a war in which thousands die is solid defense policy.

Government should limit itself to the powers named in the Constitution, which include banning gay marriages and censoring the Internet.

The public has a right to know about Hillary's cattle trades, but George Bush's driving record is none of our business.

Being a drug addict is a moral failing and a crime, unless you're a conservative radio host. Then it's an illness, and you need our prayers for your recovery.

You support states' rights, which means Attorney General John Ashcroft can tell states what local voter initiatives they have the right to adopt.

What Bill Clinton did in the 1960s is of vital national interest, but what Bush did in the '80s is irrelevant.

Watch your manners!

2004-10-04T17:46:00.000-04:00

I'm feeling lazy these days. Fall is slowly settling in around us but also in us, so we feel like curling on the sofa and doing nothing. So that's my only excuse for not writing since last Monday. I don't have much to say or to rant about, so I'll tell you a little story that happened to me Saturday. Come to think about it, I could rant about that, but I was just no angry when it happened, because I'm the kind of person who pretty much never gets angry. Nope! I'm the kind of person who keeps it all bottled up inside and then rant about it later. ;-)

Two of my friends were celebrating their birthday this week, so we went to the restaurant Saturday night. We were a group of about 30 persons and had just one waiter for the whole gang. This waiter was also taking care of another huge group all by himself, so to say that he was overwhelmed is an understatement! So after supper, I was hopping from one chair to another, talking to everybody, when suddently, I felt something warm slide down on my head. I put my hand to my head and when I checked my fingers, there was some white creamy stuff on it (Good Grace people! You're discusting! Before having nasty thoughts let me finish the story, will you!). So one of my friend said: "Oh my God! The waiter dropped a shooter on your head!" Turned out it was a shooter made of melon liquor with whipped cream on top, hence the white creamy stuff. No need to tell you that when it dryed, it was just as stiff as Cameron Diaz bangs in There's Something about Mary. It's a good thing I was not going Club hopping after that!

I didn't get upset, because it's just not me to get all stressed out about this kind of thing. An accident is an accident, right? But I have to tell you that the waiter's reaction, or lack thereof, was quite interesting. If I had been in his position and dropped some drink on someone's head, I would have been totally mortified and would have apologized forever. The guy said nothing, left, came back three or four minutes later, said "I'm sorry" and gave me a shooter, which frankly, I didn't want. That's it! I might not have been angry about having my hair full of melon liquor and whipped cream, but I found the waiter's lack of reaction quite insulting, to tell you the truth. People lack of manners and "savoir-vivre", nowadays, is something to be concerned about. Not far are the days were a hobo will pee on your leg at the bus stop and just say: "I'm sorry!" and go on with his garbage can investigation.

What's your porn name?

2004-09-27T01:24:00.000-04:00

I'm sure you heard about that before. To know what would be your working name if you were a porn star, you take the name of your first pet (or any pet you had when you were a kid, if the first one doesn't sound porny enough) and then the name of the first street you lived on.

My porn name would be Musette Moreau.

What would be yours?

The things people say when they're nervous...

2004-09-26T21:21:00.001-04:00

No ranting today. As I've said before, my friend Kathi always emails me jokes and funny stuff. So I'm sharing a little somethin' somethin' with you today. It gave me a good laugh.

A gastroenterologist claims these are actual comments made by his patients while he was performing colonoscopies:

"Take it easy, Doc, you're boldly going where no man has gone before."

"Find Amelia Earhart yet?"

"Can you hear me NOW?"

"Oh boy, that was sphincterrific!"

"Could you write me a note for my wife, saying that my head is not, in fact, up there?"

"You know, in some states, we're now legally married."

"Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"

"You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out.. You do the Hokey Pokey...."

"Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!"

"If your hand doesn't fit, you must aquit!"

"Hey, Doc, let me know if you find my dignity."

"You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

The medias are killing me!

2004-09-23T23:17:00.000-04:00

The medias are killing me! I'm telling you. When something happens in the world, the medias gets a hold of the story and feed it to us to death! And now, in the era of the 500 channels, there is just no escaping it. Whatever channel you are, you can bet you're going to hear about it. I know that humans, by nature, are all peeping Toms. Something happens, we all want to know about it, even when we pretend that we don't. But I think that all that media crap has reach its point of saturation a while back.

I first noticed it in January 1994. I was engaged to be marry to this guy in LA. So I was visiting him in California, when the Nancy Kerrigan/Tonya Hardy incident happened. It was the first time I was in contact with CNN. I don't think that we had it back then in Canada. So at first, I was avid for details and I watched about 2 hours of reports about the incident. But after 4 days, I notice that the frigging incident was still making the news! I was like "OK! Enough already!" Luckily for me, there was this huge hearthquake in California during my stay there, so the news switched to All Day Skater Soap Opera to All Day Hearthquake News. Great!

They can bring in all the specialists they want, but there are just so many things that they can say about a subject. After a while, it's just one rehashed report after another. I don't mean to be horrible or anything (Oh boy! I can imagine that a few of you are going to boycott me after you read the following. Oh well!), but even the 9/11 reports reached their point of saturation after a while... Ouch! I just received a cyberbrick smack in the face! I mean don't get me wrong, September 11, 2001 was definately one of the most horrific days of the past 50 years. It was certainely the most horrid real-life thing that I ever witnessed on TV in my life. There was just no words to describe the shock of it all! We were all shaken to the core by what we saw on TV and I spent many hours crying. But after three days, I didn't want to see that 24 hours a day anymore, and I was pissed off that my shows were getting postponed. Of course I still wanted to know what was happening in New York through the News at 6, but I wanted to watch my General Hospital at 3. Do you hate me now for having said that?

Nowadays, everything is considered newsworthy. Paris Hilton is in the news way too many times for her own good, and ours, if your asking me! And with everything bad happening in the world, why in hell would they talk about Britney Spears' s marriage during the News report? Entertainement Tonight serves that purpose, there is no need for Peter Jennings or Tom Brokaw to announce it. I mean really! It's getting ridiculous! I don't want to see Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, or whoever is controversial at the moment, on every channels and on every magazine covers!

I feel like the medias are making us a little bit more stupid and brainless everyday. It's time to stop the sensationalism!

Just a link

2004-09-21T23:09:00.000-04:00

I just want to share with you a link to a blog that amused me today. Here it is. http://fuggingitup.blogspot.com/

Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus...

2004-09-20T23:28:00.000-04:00

Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. That's what they say. Here's a further proof of it.

Six and a half years ago, after I left my ex-boyfriend, I decided that I was throught with men and relationships. Everybody was like: "Yeah! Right!" Back then, I told them: "Well, I'm very conscious that I might change my mind one day, but for the moment, I can't imagine wanting to be with someone ever again." Six years and a half later, I still think the same. And I'm very happy with my decision.

Now let me explain the reason I chose this title. When my friends talk to me about my decision, men and women have a very different reaction. Women are like: "Well good for you! I can certainly understand your decision. You don't need a man. If you're happy by yourself, why change it? You have your daughter to think about. I understand why you don't want to bring just any man into her life. Better be happy alone than unhappy in love!" And so forth... Men, on the other hand, have a very different and frustrating reaction: "Come on! You don't really want to be alone! You're just saying that. But I know that it's not really what you want. How can you possibly be happy by yourself?"

Can you see my eyes rolling right now? Because let me assure you, they are. Geesh. How frustrating! What guys? Don't you think that I know what I want? Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what I feel and what I want? What does it say about men? Is it because it is so frustrating to men to realize that women don't need them? Is it because men themselves can't be alone, so they imagine that women can't either? What is it? Either way, it's pretty pathetic!

Anyway, if some man can help me shed some light on this, please feel free to comment. Don't worry, I don't bite!

Sonia

Junk Diet

2004-09-16T08:49:00.000-04:00

OK! Last night was Parents-Teachers meeting at my daughter's school. I new before going that it would give me something to rant about. I was right.

I'm sure that even those of you who don't have children are aware that more kids than ever are overweight. And I do believe that because some parents are ignorants, the school has to do some educating when it comes to healthy life choices. Personally, I don't have any problems with my daughter on that subject. I've been feeding her healthy food since she was a toddler. She eats plenty of fruits and vegetables, she has a balance diet, and she loves it, because that's what she's used to eat. Of course she loves candy, cookies and cakes also, like any other kids, and I give her desert (although desert can be fruits or yogurt sometimes), but it's not part of a food group in our house. So I put healthy snacks in her schoolbag, that goes without saying. Well... not every parent think the same way.

Every year, the teachers tell the parents to prepare healthy snacks and lunches for their kid. And every year, I'm like "Helloo! Do they think that we're stupid!" Well it seems they do, and apparently rightly so. At the beginning of the year, they made us signed a "Healthy Food Contract", where the parents promise to prepare healthy snacks and lunches. So last night, my daughter's teacher reminded us that fruits, vegetables, yogurt, cheese and crackers were recommanded for snacks. So this mom raises her hand and say: "Well I signed your contract, but I do not agree with it. My son doesn't eat any of those things, so that causes a problem for me." ........................................... (Moment of silence filled with shock)................................... Wow! Your son doesn't eat any of those things! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN FEEDING HIM ALL THOSE YEARS?!?!?!?!

To say that I was shocked is an understatement. My first thought was ... well OK, I was so shocked that I didn't have a first thought. So my second first thought was: "What is she feeding him? Meat, sugar and fat? The kid is in 3rd grade! What kind of snacks has he been eating since kindergarden? Cookies, cakes and candies?" My second thought was: "Who the hell is the parent in that house. She is. So if the kid is a finicky eater, it's her job to make sure he learns to love many different kinds of foods." She's a friggin' retarded! That's what she is. Does she think that when he's 20 years old, he's going to start eating healthy? No!

I don't know about you, but I lay down the law in my house. My daughter eats what I tell her to eat. Period. Parents today are not parenting anymore. They treat their kids like little kings and queens! Well those parents are morons! That's not parenting! That's Ignorant-Selfish-Twits breeding!

Geesh! I'm so infuriated by all this, I need to take a pill and chill. (Of course the pill is figuratively speeking. This is a fine insightful article on health issues **chuckles** **coughs** **chuckles**, of course I'm not going to take a pill.) I'm telling you, if I was the teacher in that class, I would have tell the mom: "You're a moron!"

Enough ranting for today! Time to go eat my tofu and alfafa on bio rye bread sandwich and log in some work!
;-)

Soap Operas vs Action Movies

2004-09-13T11:53:00.000-04:00

I have been watching General Hospital since I was in my early teens. I am not ashamed to admit it. (For those of you who live under a rock or are not from North America, General Hospital is a daily daytime Soap Opera.) Why do I say that I'm not ashamed to admit it? Because everytime I mention it to someone, they rolled their eyes and they're like: "Soaps! Why the hell are you watching that crap? Those things are so unrealistic!"

Unrealistic?! UNREALISTIC?! Did I hear you right? UNREALISTIC?! Give me a frigging break! Geesh! Where do I even start with that one. Are you seriously going to make me believe that Soaps are any different that all the stuff we see on TV or in Movie theaters? Is any of the so-called Reality TV shows better than Soaps? What about action movies? In any given action movie, there are a car chase where about 27 cars get wrecked; a dozen polimen get killed; and maybe 2 or 3 explosions. I don't know where you live, but around here, a police officer dies in the line of duty about once every 9 years. Those movies ARE NOT realistic! And what about the fact that the good guys always difuse the bombs when there is less than 3 second left on the clock? Could they be any more predictable?!?! (If you want to see some major eye rolling, you should see me now! My eyes are about to take some vacation time because they are so exhausted from all the eye rolling going on while I write this blog.) What about Superman? He would put nerdy glasses and a suit and become Clark Kent and none of his moronic friends never recognized him!!!! (Ouch! My eyes really hurt now!) How is it any less stupid than what happens in Soaps? What about Fear Factor? From one episode to the next, it's getting more and more disgusting. Is seing some dude eating raw cow brain good TV? Pleaaaaaaaaaase!

I could go on and on and on, but I think that you intelligent people can come up with tons of examples all by yourself. The point is, TV shows and Movies are made, for the most part, to be entertaining. Whether you watch Law and Order, or Survivor, or The Ellen DeGeneres Show, or General Hospital, or American Idol, you expect to be entertained. If you feel like something educational, you'll watch the Discovery Channel.

So please, next time you meet some Soap watcher, don't be hatin'! Before rolling your eyes and shaking your head, think about your own TV and Movie viewing habits.

It's just entertainment!

Sonia

Don't expect a phone call from me on your next birthday!

2004-09-05T22:07:00.000-04:00

Two of my friends called me today. I told them friday that I had create my personal blog and gave them the address so they could check it out. So, as I said, they called me today to tell me that they visited my blog and thought it was cool and so on. So I'm like: "Did you leave a comment?", and both answered the same thing: "Well no, I thought I would call you instead."

OK. Let me tell you one thing (Or two, or three... you know how I am when I get started.). If you're one of my real life friends, write a damn comment so I know that you were here! Give me a shout out! Throw me some crumbles for God's sake! Geesh! I take the time to write some fine literature here (OK. I'm stretching it!). Would it kill you to drop me a few words? Wonderful strangers, that from now on I'll call my fellow bloggers, are taking the time to write comments, but my own friends can't be bothered? Geesh! Thank you for nothing! Don't expect a phone call from me on your next birthday!

No negativity today... Honest to God!

2004-09-05T01:15:00.000-04:00

I'm not going to be negative today. Promise. My friend Kathi emails me funny stuff all the time. So I'll share something that I found amusing with you. Thanks Kathi!

Top comments made by NBC sports commentators during the 2004 Summer Olympics
1. Dressage commentator: "This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother."
2. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: "I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father."
3. Boxing Analyst: "Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.
4. Softball announcer: "If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again."
5. Soccer commentator: "Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field."
6. Tennis commentator: "One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them... Oh my God, what have I just said?"

Hey Greg! Is is worst that at Fox News Channel? ;-)

Ciao!

Joy is not all around!

2004-09-03T23:50:00.000-04:00

Did I say that wasting time is my specialty? Well I have a major in ranting and a minor in sarcasm. As you might well have guess, some people can find that depressing, and therefore, find my company annoying. I can smell those people pretty fast. They're the ones who look like they want to leave when I talk to them. See if I care! In fact, even though I notice that they find all my ranting quite negative, I continue to talk just a little bit more. Just to torture them some more. Hey! Everyone has an evil side that rear its ugly little head from time to time!

Anyway. Who in their right mind wants to be around those people anyway? They're the ones who end up involve in cults, dancing naked around their gurus, chanting: "I'm filled with happiness! Problems just exist in people's mind? Pain is not real! Joy is all around!" Yeah... Well... What about the little 10 year olds forced to prostitute themselves in some countries? Let me tell you... Joy is not all around! If for some crazy reason you don't believe me, just read the newspaper once in a full moon. If you're too lazy to read the newpaper, then watch the news. (What the hell are you doing reading this if you're too lazy to read anyway?)

So since joy is not all around, grab it and hold on to it when you can. That is why I don't feel guilty about wasting my time and ranting and venting. It makes me happy!

And if it makes you happy to waste yours by reading my rants, then by all means, come back! Everything serves a purpose. You never know. Maybe by reading my rants, you'll realize that your life isn't so bad after all. That there's worst. Maybe, on the other hand, it'll build up your anger at society, and give you the incentive to go tell your boss to take his lame job and shove it where the sun never shines! Whatever works for you!

Well... I feel better already! (I'm filled with happiness! Problems just exist in people's mind! Pain is not real! Joy is all around!)
;-)

First day!

2004-09-03T13:37:00.000-04:00

As you can see in the title, I'm supposed to be working right now. Wasting my time is my specialty. My friends and my parents tell me to stop and get on with the work. I don't really see what the hell is the problem, my time is mine to waste anyway, and I'm the one who has to suffer the consequences. I just never learn. I'm also a big ranter, so if you can't suffer to hear (or I should say "to read", in our case) people complain, what the hell are you still doing here! On the other hand, if you like people who say out loud what you are thinking, you may, from time to time, find some satisfaction on this blog.

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes that you just can't stand, don't be shy, notify me. If my texts turn out to be full of spelling and grammatical errors, well... Just bite me!

For the moment, I'll try to go log in a few hours of work. See you later!

Sonia