C'mon people!

Do you see this???

It's called a flusher. You use it to make the toilet nice and clean for the next person.

Sometimes, you have to hoooold it a little bit to make sure everything goes down.

Use it so i don't vomit when i need to use the bathroom.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Thank you.

SORRY Michelle

i'm going to "reply" to someone's comment on a comment that i left on another person's blog. I would like to post a comment right back on the blog, but that's not fair to the blogger.

I know this person who left a comment probably won't see this, but like i said, i don't want to start an argument on someone else's blog.

So here's the situation: You can read the original post here, but basically she wrote about how she found a small child left alone and locked inside a minivan on a hot day and how she confronted the parent.

To which i commented:

"oooo….that sort of thing makes me SO. MAD.!. argh. I’m mad just sitting here reading about it.I would have had a LOT more to say to that woman. Like “are you f#*%&^! kidding me???!!”But that’s just me…the kind of person who gives people dirty looks (and occasionally says something) when they park in a handicap spot when they are CLEARLY not handicapped!"

Anyway, i like to check the comments often to see what other people think and i find THIS:

"I just want to make a quick comment to Roz. Not all handicaps are visible and you shouldn’t assume that they don’t need to park there. As long as they have a sticker - assume they have it for a reason. That’s all."

"That's all" ???

Michelle, you don't know me. I don't know you. I'M SORRY that i didn't spell out every. single. word. and every. single. possible. situation.


First of all Michelle, i know aaalllllll about people with handicaps that aren't visible, i don't need a lecture from you about how not all handicaps are visible. My grandmother-in-law is legally blind and doesn't have a white cane, but does have a handicap sticker for her car thankyouverymuch.

Second of all, i was trying to express myself, don't take things so literally...sheesh.

Third of all, OBVIOUSLY if i saw a handicap sticker in someone's window, i would assume that they have it for a reason, and i wouldn't give them a dirty look. I kinda thought that was "assumed".

Lastly, i would like to say, that even when people do have stickers, it's not always for them, but for someone in their family who is disabled (am i even allowed to use that term? Probably not...) who isn't with them, but they figure since they have the sticker, that they can still use the spot.

Believe me. It happens. Yes....it does. I've witnessed it.

And the worst thing about these people is that they should be the FIRST ones not to use a handicap spot if they don't need to.


Let me ask you dear readers...who among you are tired of being so PC in every situation? Who is tired of wondering what someone might think of you as a person because you used an "incorrect term"? Does every comment or conversation or observation have to be 100% politically correct?

Shit!

It's probably one of the worst things that can happen to you.


Especially if you’re at work (!)

Oh man, the signs were there….the floor was wet, there was some T.P on the floor, but I really. had. to. go.

So I ignored the signs, and I went.


Big mistake.




BAD mistake.


The toilet overflowed!



Apparently the toilet was still angry from being plugged up before, and it overflowed again when I flushed it.

I stood there starring at it in disbelief and shock.

What was I going to do?





*blink*






*blink*





I turned off the light and opened the door slightly to see if anyone was in the hall...


All clear.


I left, and closed the door quietly behind me.


That’s what I was going to do.

What's it worth to ya?

Can you really put a price on feeling great?

Yesterday I went to get my hair cut and highlighted. It was expensive (ok, very expensive), but i feel it was well worth the hard-earned money spent.

First of all, it's time taken for yourself. You are the only one who matters at that time. You make all of the decisions (how short, layered, fun, crazy, plain you want things).

Everyone is looking after you and waiting on you. People ask you what kind of magazines you might like to read, others ask if they can grab you a tea, coffee, water, juice or biscotti. My colourist even asked me if i had eaten lunch and if she could run out and get something for me (??) to which i turned to her with a quizical, yet flattered look on my face and told her no, thanks. I couldn't in good conscience send someone (other than Mat hehe) out to get me lunch while i sat reading a pile of magazines. Well, not now anyway, maybe when i'm rich and famous (or maybe the next time i'm at the salon now that i know they do that sort of thing).

Then, the best part happens. It feels....wonderful...better than wonderful...it's bliss. It's when all of the playing of your hair and touching of your head takes place. Guys, if you're reading this, you won't understand, but every woman knows that when someone plays with your hair, it feels GOOD. So, i spent 20 minutes looking at myself in the mirror while my artist of a hair stylist combs, cuts, tossles, and scrunches my hair. Wow, starting to feel pretty good at this point.

Then, i move over to the colourist's chair for another 45 minutes while she also brushes, combs and paints highlights onto my hair. At this point, i don't look so hot with all of the tightly wrapped foil packages sitting on my head, but i feel good, and i feel even better knowing i'm going to be even prettier than i was an hour ago.

THEN comes the BEST part. and i mean THE BEST PART. At the salon i frequent, they are all about "the experience". So, when it's time to rinse and wash your hair, they give you a scalp and neck massage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, folks - a scalp and neck massage. You EVEN get to pick out the essential oil you want them to use. I usually go for lavender because the smell is so great. On occasion i choose peppermint because it makes my head feel all *tingly*. Ahhhh......I digress...

So, the massage. This same colourist - who must be sent from heaven - has never washed my hair before, although she has highlighted my hair once before. She. Is. Amazing. She spent extra time washing my hair and scrubbing my head (i started to think maybe it was just really really dirty). It felt sooooooo good having her disolove all of my stress in the shampoo and water. She kept going and going, all the more hitting the "right" spots. My temples, the top of my head, my neck, back to my temples. Honestly, it lasted about 10 minutes. And that was just the shampoo. That wasn't even when they're supposed to give the scalp massage.

By this point, i'm almost alseep. There was no way i was opening my eyes anytime soon.

When she finished washing my hair, it was time to rinse my hair. She did it all over again, but slower. It felt good. She took her time to make sure she went over my temples many times, and she always used the perfect amount of pressure. She even ran her finger nails over my head, which, sounds gross but feels awesome.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. S o r e l a x e d.

I was very close to sleeping by now, and when I got up and moved over to the chair for my blow dry, my eyes looked all watery like i HAD been sleeping. i swear i didn't fall asleep...

So, another 15 minutes of someone other than myself brushing my hair, and rubbing product in it, and styling it. Man, I felt like a million bucks. No, better. I felt like ME on my best day. (And hey, i came out looking pretty good too).

Now, what is THAT feeling worth to you?

Rosalind has added you as a friend on facebook...

To add or not to add?

With all of the new ways to stay connected to people like facebook and myspace, what are the rules with adding "friends".

Is it ok to add your colleagues from work as your "friends"? What about your past employers or teachers or professors? Should these people be given the privilege to see into your oh-so-personal life?

After being a member of these "profile" communities for a while, it's hard to remember what you've posted, what you've said about someone or to someone, what kind of albums you have or what kind of pictures you've been tagged in. I just wonder if it might come back to haunt you in the future.

Do you really want these people who aren't necessarily your "friends" but rather "friendly acquaintences" to see all of the personal things that you've posted? It's a tough call because on one hand, facebooking is fun, and you want to learn more about the other person, but on the other hand, it could lead to some uncomfortable situations - even ones that you're unaware of.

I've added some colleagues as well as some past teachers, but now I'm wondering if i should have kept my distance, and on top of that, i've created this annoying little thought in my head telling me i should worry everytime i interact on facebook: "will so-and-so read this?" "what will they think?" "would they tell someone else about it?".

I started thinking about all of this when i started hearing about highschool students who would comment on a group on facebook, but then a teacher or a principal would join the group and get the student in trouble for saying something mean about a teacher for example. That really sucks because now that kid is always going to be cautious as to what he says in case big brother is watching (which he is!).

What is your opinion on adding people like colleagues to your friend list? Do you? Does it make you nervous at all? Should there be some guidelines? Or should there be a rule that what happens on facebook stays on facebook?

I heart my job!

How many times do you hear those words from people?

Well, yesterday was my first day at my new job. It felt like my first day of school. Remember how great those were? You never did any work, you just met your teachers and class mates and got your text books and schedule and usually left a bit early. Well my day yesterday was just like that.

I met the entire organization and I think i'll do an ok job at remembering most people's names. Everyone is really nice and laid back, but let me tell you about the "perks".

Well, as most of you know, i have come from a very small company. There was six of us who worked at the company, and we didn't have very many luxuries. Coming to such a big organization (or is it?), i found so many things really cool!

1) I got one of those cool security swipe passes that you clip to your pants with the extendable leash thingy!

2) I have my own email address now :)

3) I have my own telephone extension

4) I can import my voice mail messages into my email and listen to them as wave files. I can also forward them to other people to listen to!

5) Our copy / mail room has a HUGE hole puncher that can do about 50 sheets at once AND a HUGE stapler that can do about the same! argh i can't wait to use them and not be frustrated by the ones i'm used to that jam all the time!!

6) The photocopier can scan things and send them right to your email or anyone else's email! you can also just scan something and fax it to another person...too cool!

7) we have a little gym in the building

8) we have free coffee machines in the building

9) we have a little cafe for our lunch with 2 microwaves and a huge fridge and all of the drinks are free (pop, juice, tea, water, coffee etc.)!

10) we have picnic tables outside for lunch time

11) i get a parking pass and free parking

12) my cubicle is probably the best cubicle arround. Almost eveyrone (except the execs) share an office or a cubicle! and there's usually 2 or 3 per. I get my own, large cubicle which is nicely tucked into a cozy corner, not too far from the elevator, bathroom and coffee maker, but not too close to them either...it's perfect :)

13) my superierors are THE nicest!

14) i can come and go when i want

15) probably some other cool things i'm forgetting but will sure to post about in the future.

yay for my new job :)

Home Sweet Home

So it's been a few weeks, since my last post...i'm still trying to get used to this whole thing. I much prefer to read other people's blogs rather than writing my own, cause i already know what's going on in my life. In my defense, however, there has been a lot going on in my life these last 3 or so weeks. Namely 2 deaths in my family, a new job job and....buying a house.

Ok, so those things actually only happened this past week, but still.

So buying a house...how crazy is that? It's such a weird feeling. Here we are looking at a ton of houses for months and knowing exactly what we want....or do we?

I had a list of things that I thought were a priority for me when looking for that perfect house. So as i was saying, we've looked at house after house after house, and none of them really jumped out at me (or "us" i guess you could say...) and quite frankly they all started to look the same after a while. Because we were pretty specific with what we were looking for our agent showed us a bunch of houses that were very similar.

I felt silly when our agent asked us what we thought of each house and i rhymed off what seemed to be trivial things i didn't like. For example:

agent: what do you think of this house?
me: i dunno, it's ok...

agent: this is the layout you said you liked
me: ya, i know, but this laminate flooring looks really cheap...
me: ya i know, but this yard feels really small
me: ya i know, but it doesn't have the nice roman tub
me: ya i know, but this is a middle unit
me: ya i know, but there's power lines behind us
me: ya i know, but it's not as new as i would like
me: ya i know, but the master bedroom is kind of small
me: ya i know, but it backs onto a busy street
me: ya i know, but but but....

After a while i started to wonder if our agent was thinking to himself that we were being spoiled little brats. I mean, how can any of those things be worse than living in an apartment when you have no ability to alter anything? I mean at least with a home, if there's something you don't like, you can do something...well for the most part...i guess it would be a bit difficult to move those power lines.

All this to say, we ended up buying a house that didnt' have all of my "wish list" items. But for some reason it just felt right. My heart was telling me to buy it, but my head was saying "WAIT!! this house doesn't have hardwood on the main level, or a fireplace, or the kitchen layout you want...what are you doing? those are the things you really wanted!!!"

But my heart kept saying, "i know, i know, but it feels right and it has other things that i really want like the corner lot with the big yard, and we have no immediate rear neighbours, and it's new, and the rooms are big..."

I still don't know why i thought it was a good idea to buy this house...maybe i was tired of looking at houses...maybe all of the houses started to look the same anyway...maybe it was mat telling me he loved the house so i felt bad not agreeing....

Nah! it was none of those things...i simply love the house and the hardwood and the fireplace i can add in later.

I'm really looking forward to my new crib...we move in July! Check out the pics :)