Archive for February, 2008

I like to share

Do you ever have to go poop and you pretty much get like a SUDDEN, IRRATIONAL feeling of OHMYGOD I AM GOING TO SHIT MY PANTS IF I DON’T GET TO A TOILET ASAP!!!

Then you sit down and get the shivers from getting to go to the bathroom?  I dunno, I doubt this is just me.

Anyhow, I have to poop.  kthanksbai!


Can I get a what what?

Woo, I worked my first day at the new job, and it was LOVELY.

They had doughnuts.

And a jar of bubblegum.

And coffee!

So far, so good!

Sadly, I doubt I will be able to blog from work because it’s a big, open space!  DANGIT!  NO BLOGGING FROM WORK?!  COULD THIS BE?!?!?!

To Hair, or not to Hair?


Steve shaved all his facial hair off a few days ago because he thinks it will make it easier for him to get a more professional job. I miss the hair, but I’m interested in the public opinion on this, so what do you think?

Okay, so here’s a photo from the summer (I think) of Steve WITH glasses, but no facial hair.  It was a real bitch actually trying to find a photo of him with no facial hair and glasses!  WTF?!


New Dog Park!

We found a new dog park the other day on a walk and though we’d take the pups there for a visit. It’s actually fenced in specifically for dogs, so it was a little nicer than the un-fenced area by the seawall…

There was a Jack Russel there that wouldn’t stop humping, well, ANYTHING.  He took quite a fondness to a black dog and just wouldn’t let this other dog rest:

He just kept going…

and going…

and going…

Seriously, this little dog had some game!

Oh yes, and I wasn’t just taking photos of the humper…here’s Winston!

and my little Zelda beeeee!

They must have been at the park like TWO HOURS and they STILL weren’t tired.  I can’t believe it.  These dogs are robots.

She was probably a movie star in a past life.

I still have the taste of high school in my mouth…or maybe that’s just hatred

This will be the first Saturday I’ve worked since the hospital, and also the last!  Hurrah!  Yesterday was the last time I’d have to spend an hour in rush hour traffic, which hi?  is longer than an hour. 

I’ve never walked to work a day in my life.  Except when I worked on farms picking cherries…but even then I got driven to the farms…hmmm.  Yeah, that’s right, I was a cherry picker!

I was at a mall in West Vancouver yesterday after work, and I finally saw where all of the teenagers in North and West Vancouver are.  They are at the mall.  That’s where I was until I was 18, too!  I thought about it though, and I really haven’t seen many teenagers, or young kids for that matter, since we’ve moved.  Gone are the irritating walks through 20 girls all with linked arms giggling about boys and how they totally flunked that last bio exam!  I don’t know where they all are in Vancouver, but I’m sure they’re out there…just waiting to pounce on teenage boys.  I remember being that age and having everyone be all mad at us for being loud and walking in large packs, but when you get older, somehow you just suddenly find that behavior SO ANNOYING.  We all did that sort of thing though, so how does it turn into something completely irritating?  I guess it’s because you sort of get pushed around by adults when you’re a teenager, so then when you BECOME an adult, you think, pfft, no one is going to push their way by ME, and in turn, you push by a pack of teenagers and the whole thing starts all over again for a new generation.

Also?  Have I told you that pretty much only one person is talking to me at the job I am leaving?  Thank GOODNESS it’s my last day.  I have seriously never been treated worse when quitting.  No one’s talking to me, and apparently one of the three people left actually asked the person who IS talking to me, “should we be mad at her?”  What is this?!  High school?!  Why would you ask someone if you should be mad?  Furthermore, though I am not religious myself, this is a Christian orgaization, so shouldn’t people be a little more forgiving?  Everyone else that has left recently has gotten a going away gift.  I imagine I will not get one because I am thought of as a selfish prick for leaving, even though had I gotten the animal shelter job, I would have likely quit three weeks ago, thus I would have been gone before the other girl who quit.  She got hugs, she got a goodbye party, and we got her a $50 going away gift.  I get ignored. 

How fucking glad am I that I am leaving?  Very glad.

February 2008
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