Not The Favorite
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Blatant Disregard for Washing
Seriously, how hard is it to wash your hands after you use the bathroom?? Even a quick splash and pant dry is better than nothing. A girl I work with today was in the bathroom and I was washing my hands like crazy trying to get the orange smell to go away after the clementines I ate. She came out of the stall and just bolted for the door. Like I wouldn't notice her if she left fast enough.
You're not Superman!
I saw that she left and I'm a little grossed out.
I really hope she doesn't touch any of my stuff, because now I'm going to be convinced that she's spreading nasty toilet germs everywhere.
Labels: People Are Stupid, Rants
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Stupid Girl
So I forgot to post that I almost killed my car on Friday. Who knew that if you don't have your scheduled oil change (only 6 months late...) in an unreliable car, that it might possibly run out of that precious oil? Yeah, I'm a dumbass. I was driving along and the oil light flickered and it scares the bejesus out of me since I've heard that once the light comes on, you should stop driving immediatley or you risk your engine seizing and you're in for a thousand dollar treat for you car. So, since it just flickered I decided to try and make it home. I made it home and in comes the neighbor mechanic who then proceeds to put in 3 bottles of oil just make it show up on the dip stick. Apparently, my car leaks oil. Who would have known since that car leaks every kind of fluid you put into, except gas. Oddly enough, we get great gas mileage.
There is my stupid girl moment. Although, my stupid boy husband drives it just as much as I do. So much for all guys being into cars.
There is my stupid girl moment. Although, my stupid boy husband drives it just as much as I do. So much for all guys being into cars.
Labels: Death'O'Matic
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Nothing exciting.
Not a whole lot has happened in the last few days. The weekend was full of running around and family fun. Saturday included our regular trip to the market and Sunday we had a good old family corn boil at Mactaquac.
Ah, the corn boil. So many children in one spot. I guess I forget how many kids there are in our family until we group them all together. It was pretty fun but we could only stay for a couple of hours because we were then off to the christening of our friends baby. I was really worried Lauren would have a freak out right in the middle of it but she was really good. It was a pretty casual affair and I didn't feel like I had to worry too much about Lauren making noise or wanting to get up and walk around. Which is good since I have no control over what comes out of her mouth.
I think I hit a boring patch in the life of Jenn.
Ah, the corn boil. So many children in one spot. I guess I forget how many kids there are in our family until we group them all together. It was pretty fun but we could only stay for a couple of hours because we were then off to the christening of our friends baby. I was really worried Lauren would have a freak out right in the middle of it but she was really good. It was a pretty casual affair and I didn't feel like I had to worry too much about Lauren making noise or wanting to get up and walk around. Which is good since I have no control over what comes out of her mouth.
I think I hit a boring patch in the life of Jenn.
Labels: Family
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Tid Bits
Things I've realized this week...
1. The best way to fix a ride-on lawnmower stuck in a ditch is to stare at it with your hands on your hips.
2. Car fires should not try to be extinguished with a garden hose.
3. You shouldn't leave your hot tea on the coffee table or your one year old will hand deliver it you, half in the cup, half on the floor.
4. Cats are stupid, or at least mine is.
5. Amazingly, it turns out I'm even more poor this week than last week, and this week is a pay week.
6. My Dell laptop could explode at any moment, which makes writing this blog really dangerous...
1. The best way to fix a ride-on lawnmower stuck in a ditch is to stare at it with your hands on your hips.
2. Car fires should not try to be extinguished with a garden hose.
3. You shouldn't leave your hot tea on the coffee table or your one year old will hand deliver it you, half in the cup, half on the floor.
4. Cats are stupid, or at least mine is.
5. Amazingly, it turns out I'm even more poor this week than last week, and this week is a pay week.
6. My Dell laptop could explode at any moment, which makes writing this blog really dangerous...
Labels: Misc.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Winging it
I'm so bored. And I'm doing stupid non-scripted testing.
Will I be done by 5?
How the hell should I know? There's no script! I'm winging it!
So, yeah, I'll be done by 5.
How would you know if I wasn't?
Too many of my days go by like this...
Will I be done by 5?
How the hell should I know? There's no script! I'm winging it!
So, yeah, I'll be done by 5.
How would you know if I wasn't?
Too many of my days go by like this...
Labels: [Insert Company Name Here]
Monday, August 21, 2006
Kaboom!
So, we're all sitting around the coffee table eating some KFC for supper when I happen to glance out the window. And isn't Ed's van on fire over at Stortec. Flaming are shooting out the windsheild and side windows, tires are exploding and here comes Greg to the rescue with a garden hose.
Really, a garden hose?? What was he going to do? Sprinkle the fire out? Uh huh...
Then the fire department came and they finally put out the van. It is completely gutted, fire foam is pouring out the back windows and all I can think is "I wonder how much paper work he just lost?"
Really, a garden hose?? What was he going to do? Sprinkle the fire out? Uh huh...
Then the fire department came and they finally put out the van. It is completely gutted, fire foam is pouring out the back windows and all I can think is "I wonder how much paper work he just lost?"
Labels: Misc.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Another Weekend Gone
It's Sunday night and another weekend has come and gone. A lot of the same old weekend stuff, mostly laundry, kept me busy.
On Saturday while Jon went golfing, Lauren and I went to the park with Auntie Sarah and Cousin Jillian. You know, if you get to the park early enough, you have it all to yourself. The two girls had tons of fun and I was hoping that the excursion would tire my sweet baby out.
No such luck.
We had pictures scheduled at 1pm at the Superstore, so I wanted Lauren to be well-rested. Well, Lauren had other plans. Morning naps are normally a breeze and she goes down without a problem. Not this time. She refused to nap, so I got her up and fed her lunch (tuna, cheese and toast) which she then proceeded to mash into her hair. Bath Time! Then it was off to the Superstore. I'm thinking this is great, she's happy and being personable. Pictures shouldn't be a problem. She didn't take one good picture, not one good smile and when she did smile, she was on the move. Oye, 1 year olds...
The rest of the weekend went pretty much by in a blur. Jon went to a party on Saturday night and I stayed home since Lauren decided that the evening was a great time to cry constantly and hug me non-stop (not that I minded the hugging.)
Back to laundry... On another note, I haven't brushed my hair or gotten out of my PJ's and it's 8:30pm.
On Saturday while Jon went golfing, Lauren and I went to the park with Auntie Sarah and Cousin Jillian. You know, if you get to the park early enough, you have it all to yourself. The two girls had tons of fun and I was hoping that the excursion would tire my sweet baby out.
No such luck.
We had pictures scheduled at 1pm at the Superstore, so I wanted Lauren to be well-rested. Well, Lauren had other plans. Morning naps are normally a breeze and she goes down without a problem. Not this time. She refused to nap, so I got her up and fed her lunch (tuna, cheese and toast) which she then proceeded to mash into her hair. Bath Time! Then it was off to the Superstore. I'm thinking this is great, she's happy and being personable. Pictures shouldn't be a problem. She didn't take one good picture, not one good smile and when she did smile, she was on the move. Oye, 1 year olds...
The rest of the weekend went pretty much by in a blur. Jon went to a party on Saturday night and I stayed home since Lauren decided that the evening was a great time to cry constantly and hug me non-stop (not that I minded the hugging.)
Back to laundry... On another note, I haven't brushed my hair or gotten out of my PJ's and it's 8:30pm.
Labels: Lauren
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Drowning
You know how in life we're all just floating around. Some of us are lucky enough to float on a really nice yacht and then there are the sinkers who can't even catch a breath. Just when you think you can keep your head above the water, something happens and and dip below again.
I have just inhaled some more water and I swear I think I'm drowning. Whoever said you can't get water from a stone, obviously haven't met the people who won't stop trying. We try and try to stay ahead but the bills and debt keep piling up. I don't know what to do. We've talking to debt management people and we seem to be worse off then we were before. I am drowning because I can't get the damn hands out of my pockets. I have a budget, we follow it and we're still short at the end of the month. How is that possible?? I try not to over spend and technically, we should have at least $200 at the end of the month extra. Where does it go? Friggin bank account gnomes taking my much needed money. It's either that or Tim Hortons. I feel like I can't even rent a $5 movie for Sat night without worrying that the rent won't be covered.
I am so sick of being broke and I'm even more tired of having to borrow money for things I should be able to pay for on my own. I want Lauren to have a good life and not feel like we are poor but it gets hard. Thankfully our family spoils her rotten so some of that weight is off my shoulders.
Most days I just feel like crying into my pillow and begging and pleading with our creditors to cross out our debt so I can breathe again.
Why, oh, why won't Oprah come to my rescue?
I have just inhaled some more water and I swear I think I'm drowning. Whoever said you can't get water from a stone, obviously haven't met the people who won't stop trying. We try and try to stay ahead but the bills and debt keep piling up. I don't know what to do. We've talking to debt management people and we seem to be worse off then we were before. I am drowning because I can't get the damn hands out of my pockets. I have a budget, we follow it and we're still short at the end of the month. How is that possible?? I try not to over spend and technically, we should have at least $200 at the end of the month extra. Where does it go? Friggin bank account gnomes taking my much needed money. It's either that or Tim Hortons. I feel like I can't even rent a $5 movie for Sat night without worrying that the rent won't be covered.
I am so sick of being broke and I'm even more tired of having to borrow money for things I should be able to pay for on my own. I want Lauren to have a good life and not feel like we are poor but it gets hard. Thankfully our family spoils her rotten so some of that weight is off my shoulders.
Most days I just feel like crying into my pillow and begging and pleading with our creditors to cross out our debt so I can breathe again.
Why, oh, why won't Oprah come to my rescue?
Labels: Money
Monday, August 14, 2006
Bugs
On Saturday, I found a flea on my hand in the car on the way to the grocery store. I have been paranoid about bugs ever since.
So, all day I had this horrible feeling that bugs were crawling all over my chest. I kept having to look down my shirt to reassure myself that their weren't any bugs in there. And then it happened... I actually found a bug on my boob. I thought it was lint. Nope, it was a gross little black and white bug. Nothing helps paranoia like finding the very thing you paranoid about right in your shirt. From then on, I was scratching and I couldn't wait to get home and strip off that shirt.
Later that night...
As soon as Lauren went to bed at 8, the tidying started and didn't stop until 10:30. And I still feel restless. I just pace the apartment looking for stuff that's out of place and I can't go to bed until 11 when Hells Kitchen is over. It's funny, I look around and see that I need to clean stuff and can't bring myself to do it. But I have to put everything back in it's place, even though "it's place" might be covered in dust. The only things I have to clean are dishes and laundry, or I get antsy.
I have an odd sense of priority when it comes to keeping my home clean. Meh, at least I know where stuff is...
So, all day I had this horrible feeling that bugs were crawling all over my chest. I kept having to look down my shirt to reassure myself that their weren't any bugs in there. And then it happened... I actually found a bug on my boob. I thought it was lint. Nope, it was a gross little black and white bug. Nothing helps paranoia like finding the very thing you paranoid about right in your shirt. From then on, I was scratching and I couldn't wait to get home and strip off that shirt.
Later that night...
As soon as Lauren went to bed at 8, the tidying started and didn't stop until 10:30. And I still feel restless. I just pace the apartment looking for stuff that's out of place and I can't go to bed until 11 when Hells Kitchen is over. It's funny, I look around and see that I need to clean stuff and can't bring myself to do it. But I have to put everything back in it's place, even though "it's place" might be covered in dust. The only things I have to clean are dishes and laundry, or I get antsy.
I have an odd sense of priority when it comes to keeping my home clean. Meh, at least I know where stuff is...
Labels: Bugs
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Yep, that's my hand alright
Can they even call this work?
Ah, the end of another uneventful week on the job. If you show up to work and just surf the internet and everyone knows you just surf the internet, can they really call it "working"? Don't get me wrong, some days that's pretty much all I really felt like doing. But 95% of the time, I really want to be working on a project. Unfortunately, when the work comes in and is assigned to me, half the time is goes something like this:
Day 1 - "Ok, you're on project ABC."
Day 2 - "BTW, please do it this way."
Day 3 Morning - "I just heard from dev. please do it this way instead."
Day 3 Afternoon - "Actually, something's has changed and you have to do it another way."
Day 4 - "You know what, this project has been put on hold. Stop working on that and move to project XYZ."
I stopped doing any type of real work on the morning of Day 3. Since the change they made then made no sense to me. I gotta tell ya, there are a lot of really confused people in that office. I swear the head office for my project is managed by the primate exhibit at the Toronto zoo.
Oye, when will I ever get out of this awful job? The worst part is that I really love where I work. The people are great and the environment is so laid back but if you hate the work, does any of the good stuff matter? Asking for a transfer was a total waste of time. Guess I just have to bid my time and wait for the calls to come in from all the resumes I sent out.
Day 1 - "Ok, you're on project ABC."
Day 2 - "BTW, please do it this way."
Day 3 Morning - "I just heard from dev. please do it this way instead."
Day 3 Afternoon - "Actually, something's has changed and you have to do it another way."
Day 4 - "You know what, this project has been put on hold. Stop working on that and move to project XYZ."
I stopped doing any type of real work on the morning of Day 3. Since the change they made then made no sense to me. I gotta tell ya, there are a lot of really confused people in that office. I swear the head office for my project is managed by the primate exhibit at the Toronto zoo.
Oye, when will I ever get out of this awful job? The worst part is that I really love where I work. The people are great and the environment is so laid back but if you hate the work, does any of the good stuff matter? Asking for a transfer was a total waste of time. Guess I just have to bid my time and wait for the calls to come in from all the resumes I sent out.
Labels: [Insert Company Name Here]
Thursday, August 10, 2006
I know where you live
Well, she's broken again. That stupid, spiteful thing that is my car.
On the way home from the park last night, the water pump seized in our car. I managed to get halfway home before the temperature gauge hit the red and steam was coming out of the hood. Wouldn't it figure that something like this would happen when:
1) Lauren is with me
and 2) I decide not to bring my cell phone because "we're just going to the park."
I hate our piece of crap car. It's the worst investment we've ever made. I suppose this is exactly the reason one should not purchase a used car:
1) Viewed for the first time over the Internet
and 2) In one afternoon because "I have to have it!"
That'll teach me. Now I somehow have to pull $400 out of my ass because we are poor and have no credit cards. Good thing our landlord is also our mechanic. He seems to come to our rescue when car trouble hits but on the other hand, we have to pay him because he knows where we live...
On the way home from the park last night, the water pump seized in our car. I managed to get halfway home before the temperature gauge hit the red and steam was coming out of the hood. Wouldn't it figure that something like this would happen when:
1) Lauren is with me
and 2) I decide not to bring my cell phone because "we're just going to the park."
I hate our piece of crap car. It's the worst investment we've ever made. I suppose this is exactly the reason one should not purchase a used car:
1) Viewed for the first time over the Internet
and 2) In one afternoon because "I have to have it!"
That'll teach me. Now I somehow have to pull $400 out of my ass because we are poor and have no credit cards. Good thing our landlord is also our mechanic. He seems to come to our rescue when car trouble hits but on the other hand, we have to pay him because he knows where we live...
Labels: Death'O'Matic
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Addicted to Lipgloss
My name is Jenn and I am addicted lipgloss.
If there has been one constant in my life, it has been the wonderful, multi-flavor lip goo we all know and love. A mocha lipgloss keeps me warm during the winter and a nice berry flavor keeps me cool in the summer. Although my life doesn't revolve around gloss, it definitely plays a part in my day-to-day activities.
At the moment, I have 5 lipglosses on my desk and 2 in my purse.
I have a beautiful baby girl, Lauren, and a great husband who's addiction to WoW is enough to make any sane woman go freakin' crazy. But we all live in a pseudo harmonious existence together. I tidy constantly, since I am forever restless at home. Jon has a parasitic marriage with his computer (his gaming sucks him dry and I get the leftovers) and Lauren goes on happy as a clam driving her McQueen racecar around the apartment sideways.
This is me and what I deal with on a daily basis.
If there has been one constant in my life, it has been the wonderful, multi-flavor lip goo we all know and love. A mocha lipgloss keeps me warm during the winter and a nice berry flavor keeps me cool in the summer. Although my life doesn't revolve around gloss, it definitely plays a part in my day-to-day activities.
At the moment, I have 5 lipglosses on my desk and 2 in my purse.
I have a beautiful baby girl, Lauren, and a great husband who's addiction to WoW is enough to make any sane woman go freakin' crazy. But we all live in a pseudo harmonious existence together. I tidy constantly, since I am forever restless at home. Jon has a parasitic marriage with his computer (his gaming sucks him dry and I get the leftovers) and Lauren goes on happy as a clam driving her McQueen racecar around the apartment sideways.
This is me and what I deal with on a daily basis.
