Earth Hour.

Another successful Earth Hour. This year Earth Hour saved exactly......

Drum roll please.....

Sixty minutes worth of power.

Anyone else think this is an incredibly stupid idea? Right up there with carbon credits.

The Boy has a plan.

This plan might work and would most definitely work if not for one thing. The Boy's Father.

The Boy is jones'in over this car.


Most likely strictly because of these rims.


His plan? To have TBF co-sign a loan for him to purchase this car. Twenty-five hundred bucks, you're thinking, not a big deal, especially for a guy that just bought a Porsche for cash, right?. For any other father out there, probably wouldn't be a big deal, but I don't think The Boy should hold his breath.

I wish he had seen this car before I spent the income tax refund, I would have bought it for him. I fear that this is as close as he is going to get to this car if TBF has anything to say about it. Somehow when it comes to The Boy, TBF is loathe to part with a quarter. I have no idea why that is, but it is.

Is anyone surprised?

All this proves is that there are a lot of American's out there that get their cultural information from Saturday morning cartoons.

Causing uproar with his military mockery, Fox News host walks fine line with apology

American's also think that they are the only ones in the war. When in reality, they were just the ones to start it. The rest of us just got dragged into it.

And don't give me that crap that is was in retaliation for 9/11. The majority of the hijackers were from Saudi Arabia, none from Iraq. But lets not beat that dead horse.

There is a reason that show is on at three in the morning. No one watches it. Probably the first time anyone has ever heard of it was this week. I think it was a bad idea to even acknowledge it, but here I am.

Cuz its fun to laugh at stupid people.

Here is the offending video:

I was promised global warming.

Spring officially sprung four days ago.


Does this look like spring to you?


This is the reason Sammy pissed in the tub this morning. I threw him out and he disappeared. Had to pull him out by the tail.


I took pity and just opened the bathroom door for him.

I am sorta a cat person.

Don't hold your breath.

A truly affordable car for absolutely everyone in North America?

India's Tata Motors launches super-cheap Nano car

The tiny car measures about 3.1 metres, has one windshield wiper and is outfitted with a 624-cc rear engine. It will cost buyers about 100,000 rupees, or US$2,050.

Not fucking likely. This car will probably go the way of the one that was proven to get 127 miles to the gallon. The prototype was purchased by Chrysler and buried.

Mind you, the car isn't much to look at and you couldn't do any real highway driving due to the maximum speed of 70 kph, but for someone who has never owned a new car, I wouldn't mind it.

It's an allen conspiracy.

Found a great sale on parsons chairs, so the table doesn't look so depressing anymore.

What a nightmare, and it is all due to the allen key.

Every piece of furniture you buy now has this annoying tool that comes with it. I suppose it is fine for someone who typically has no tools laying around the house, but the whole process would have been much less stressful had the bolts come with a phillips or square head. But no, they all come with this annoying fucking tool and a hex head.

Helpful? No, it took me an hour to put together one chair. I sat back and thought there just had to be a better way. So, off I go to the hardware store and enter the tool corral. I figured that if they were going to name it something like that, they would have whatever I could possibly need.

I drop the bolt and the allen key on the counter, "There has got to be a better way."

The guy looks at me and, "Let me see what I got." He searches the whole corral and comes up empty. The best he could do was another allen key. Not one set of screw drivers or bits in this entire store came with a hex head. Is that even possible? If you have ever tried to use one of these things, I broke a nail and I came out of it with a blister, and that was after just one chair. I would never make it through all four.

I am frustrated and hold up the offending tool, "If I could just get this L taken off I could put the rest of it in my power drill."

A light bulb goes off in his head. He grabs a pair of vice grips and a hack saw off the wall and proceeds to cut the L off the allen key.

Voila! "You, my friend, are a rock star!" He blushes. "What do I owe you for the hacksaw?" He grins and just puts it back on the rack.

So, ten minutes to put together the other three chairs and they look great and are very comfy.


Now I have to repaint the kitchen to match them and lay the laminate flooring. It's a vicious cycle.

Spring is here!

AHHHHHH!

Better than a parade.

Was talking with The Boy today and he made me cry.

He told me that I was a good mother, that I had done a great job.

That he said it, is proof that he is right.

Canadians, too friendly for their own good.

Give me fantasy any day.

I can't believe how lazy I am. Maybe its the whole work-at-home thing but I don't want to do anything. Not even blog

I have got to get myself out of this house. But I really don't want to. I tried this week but I find everything 'out there' is irritating me.

I went to the grocery store and was actually irritated that I was seeing people I knew and they seemed to want to talk to me. All I wanted to do was get my shit and get the fuck out of there.

So since I have been staying in more, I am reduced to watching the tube. I have been a week now with this stupid digital, recordable boob tube and all it does (apart from helping me with my job) is irritate the hell out of me.

There is really nothing on it. 600+ channels of crap. I can't believe how many reality shows there are.

There are like 15 shows about idiots who can't stop multiplying. One called 18 kids and counting. This crayon has 18 kids, and no plans on stopping any time soon. Her husband is this retard that clearly can't keep it in his pants. What the hell are they thinking?

Confessions of a Teen Idol - Watching 'former' famous people is just depressing. And even worse, watching them try and make a comeback?

Who the hell cares what Gene Simmons does everyday or who the hell cares who Bret Michael's dates? Then it gets more ridiculous with Flavor Flav, easily the ugliest man on the planet and yet there are all these skanks that are fighting over him. They must think he has money.

I watched RuPaul's Drag Race - like next top model with drag queens. Depressing, yes, but the most pathetic part of the whole thing is the 'lip-sync for your life' portion.

Seriously, how fucking desperate do you have to be to want to be Paris Hilton's BFF?

Toddlers & Tiaras - good fuckin' grief. Some people need to be seriously sterilized.

Now they have reality shows for ever single job on the planet. Meter maids, tow truck drivers, exterminators. I just don't get it. I live in reality, I don't want to watch yours.

Definitely not going to get hooked on this.

Spent most of last night, flipping through 600 channels of tv programs I would never watch.

I can tell you that after my freeview of this box, out it goes.

I can't believe how much crap is on TV. There are maybe a dozen shows total that anyone would really want to watch. The rest is just crap. Filler. More reality TV than you can shake a stick at.

Maybe there is a reason 'Y' its so short.

I work in tech support and without telling you who I work for, after the road trip, I now support the fancy digital TV boxes that you all have in your homes.

Problem is, I don't even have cable. So when people call up saying this menu and that menu is showing this and that? I have no idea what they are talking about. Tech support is, well, tech support. When the box doesn't work or is giving the wrong info, I can fix that. But I have no idea how to change the color of your guide, I have no idea what you are looking at.

I had cable when the boy was here but that was because I understand that with testosterone comes the uncontrollable urge to click through channels without any real purpose. It's not his fault, he is built that way. Men just love the clicker, they can't help themselves. Even if they are watching a show they have been waiting all week to see. As soon as the commercial comes on, they start clicking through the channels. Its instinctive, primal, like it is built into their DNA. Something to do with the XY chromosome. Might explain the short attention span. I am sure scientists are looking into it.

I on the other hand with my simple XX makeup would just be irritated when he did this and therefore never watched the tv. As soon as he moved out, the digital box went with him. I never saw the point of having 600 channels when (you know yourself) you can only name about a dozen television shows that are even worth watching, if that. So you click through the 600 channels, even with the fancy guide they have, by the time you find the show you think you might like to watch, its 15 minutes into it.

Oh they tell me you have to plan ahead and tag the shows that you might like to watch in the future...blah blah blah. Contrary to popular belief, I have a life, shit to do, and if there is a show I want to watch, I just download it and watch it. Done.

Anyway, I digress. After three days of trying to visualize what the customer is talking about when they say, "Then I get to this one menu that has a circle with a red line through it, do I hit that?" I broke. Today I am sitting here waiting for the cable guy to bring me the testosterone box and tonight I have a date with the clicker.

The sooner I get to know this thing inside and out, the sooner I can get rid of the stupid thing.

Forced into the realm of the channel surfers. Here's hoping that X doesn't shrink into a Y.

The best job in the world.

Eleven Canadians make the short list for the Best Job In The World.

The Caretaker of the Islands ...report back to Tourism Queensland (and the world) and let us know what’s taking place on the Islands of the Great Barrier Reef.

Other duties may include (but are not limited to)

Feed the fish - There are over 1,500 species of fish living in the Great Barrier Reef. Don’t worry – you won’t need to feed them all.

Clean the pool - The pool has an automatic filter, but if you happen to see a stray leaf floating on the surface it’s a great excuse to dive in and enjoy a few laps.

Collect the mail – During your explorations, why not join the aerial postal service for a day? It’s a great opportunity to get a bird’s eye view of the reef and islands.

With a salary package of AUD$150,000. Not bad for 6 months of vacation.

My vote goes to this kid. I love his video.

Where is Noah when you need him?

Was all set to take my car in this morning to have it fixed. That is my repair shop...on the left. Across the pond.


And this is my mechanic, on this side of the pond with me.


This person didn't make it too far. Flooding hits around the county.


Guess I am going home, since I can't park 'er here. LOL



MORE FLOOD PICS




UPDATE 1:50 p.m.: 3D Auto is flooded with approximately 2 1/2 feet of water and a large piece of ice has crashed through the bay doors. (Great, that is my mechanic. Might not get the car fixed tomorrow either.)

And we thought we wouldn't have fun.

Another road trip to Halifax for more training and Lenny and I are the only ones left from the original road trip gang. We were sort of worried it wouldn't be as fun without Pablo and his stories.

We were wrong. This time we had Bawb. (When you say his name you have to say it like you are stoned.)

We pull into Bawb's place and out he comes dressed head to toe in camouflage. Would have been more effective had all the pieces matched but they were four different colors and pattern. "Oh this should be good." I say.

Bawb gets into the back seat and I put the car in reverse and start to back out, coming face to face with him. I stop the car. "Bawb, what the hell is that on your chin? Is that a Fu-manchu?"

In perfect stoner diction, "No man, its my pirate whiskers." I give him the look. Since we last seen him he has grown his hair long and has these whiskers coming from his beard and they are about 3 inches long.

"You mean like Jack Sparrow?"

"Ya." And he tells me his pirate name which I completely forget.

"You'll have to get beads for it." I am being sarcastic.

"Oh I spent 300 bucks on hand painted beads for it."

I give him a look like he has two heads, "Uh, ya, cuz that would look less retarded."

He misses that. "But I don't wear them in the winter, only in the summer."

"Of course. You wouldn't want to look silly."

"Exaaaaactly."

Quite an eventful day.

My new fridge shows up just as I am about to start work, so I had to call in and say I would be late.

Out with the old.


And in with the new.


Then with an hour left in the shift I get a call from the principle at The Boy's school. There had been an 'altercation', can I come pick him up?

One of the 'friends' of the kid that hit The Boy with the pipe decided to pick a fight with The Boy. The Boy told him he didn't want to fight him in school but the kid insisted. So The Boy had to KICK HIS ASS!

That is what the principal told me. Well, he actually used different words. "He didn't throw the first punch but he got most of the licks in." (Edumacation makes it sound so purdy, donit?)

Anyway, I go get the boy and I am off to take Sammy to the vet. He is not happy with me at all. I get him into the carrier and he pretty much flips out. It was like I was carrying the Tazmanian Devil in a burlap sack. The vet just looked at me and asked if it was domesticated. I stick my finger in the cage and he calms down. That is enough for her.

Then she brings out the forms and runs down the 'extras' for me to decide on.

- Advantage treatment? "Uh its February, he doesn't have fleas." NO
- Post surgery take home treatment? "He routinely comes home looking like he has been through the Bore War, he has proven he has no problem with pain." NO
- They will cut his nails while he is sleeping. "Dude, he comes back looking like he was in that war and lost, are you kidding me?" NO
- Shots and vaccinations? NO
- Pre-surgery blood work? What? "Is that optional? Really?" Then NO

We do agree that he needs to be cleaned up. She tells me that they will bath him if he doesn't wake up too soon after the surgery. "Huh?"

"Well we only bath them while they are asleep." She explains that they throw him in a bucket of soapy water. I kid you not, those were her exact words. So, I agree to that.

So now I have some time. I decide to take the video card that I bought yesterday back to Staples. Couldn't find any drivers on the planet that would make it work and on my way back I decide to buy a kitchen table that I saw the other day at Canadian Tire. (We have already established my Canadian Red-neck'ed'ness.)

I purchase the thing before I ever wonder how I will transport it. So in the store it stays for now. I go home and regroup. While doing that I toss my old table and rickety chairs out for the landlord to take to the dump.

(Wow, I have had a long day.)

So I remember that Sister has a truck, sort of. An SUV. I call her up and off we go to pick up the table. She brings her friend with her. I don't know yet how I worked this out, but I managed to be the only person in this little trio to not handle the table as it is schlepped through the snow and up the stairs.

But there she is...a Debbie Travis Walnut Parsons table.


Let's just take a moment, shall we?

Now that it is together, I realize it is too big and I have no chairs. But I am too tired, it is just going to have to stay.

And how was your day?

TBF will probably charge him for the electricity.

Got my taxes done today so I took The Boy out to cash in his birthday I.O.U.

He wanted a mini fridge for his room, so away we go to the Walmart. I know what you are thinking and The Boy thought I would pull a horror show too, but I just ended up educating the greeter on the way out. You know...."Fuck off, if the alarm goes off, then you can look at my receipt."

Anyhoo...we got the little fridge (not the one with the separate freezer, it is just a bedroom not a dorm) and of course we have to fill it up with stuff. Pop, subs, prepared meats that sort of thing.


You can't imagine how appreciative he was over this thing. He loves it and when he got it hooked up he discovered it had a little mini freezer in it, with an ice cube tray. He was thrilled. Sent me these pics with texts, telling me that I was the best etc.


They call it the joy of giving for a reason. I enjoyed it. Why doesn't TBF get this much joy from giving? He really doesn't know what he is missing.

On another note, I did actually get something for myself. As we were entering the store The Boy asks what I am gonna get for myself. "OH! I know what I want!" I say.

"A flashlight!" You can imagine the eye rolling that went on. But he didn't understand. This is not just any flashlight.


This is three million candles, baby! [Insert Tim Allen grunting]

Also, I got a new coffee maker for the office.


Not a bad day, not a bad day at all.

It's all in the eyes.

Ever wonder what makes for a good animal rights protest subject? Think about it.

Save the whales! Not crocodiles.
Save the baby seals! Not cod fish.
Save the dolphins! Not cockroaches.
Save the Panda! Not Iguanas.

Its the cuteness factor for sure, but when you think about it, its all about the mammals.

And its all in the eyes. Look closely, cute baby seals, big soulful eyes complete with eyelids and lashes.

Forced to watch crap.

I never agreed with the whole 'Canadian Content' thing. And now they are trying to impose this idiotic rule on the internet.


For years our airwaves have been clogged with crap no one wants to watch but because it's Canadian it gets put on the air. There is a law

"With no regulation on the Internet, there's a big fear that all Canadian content will be buried by foreign content," Mochrie said.

Here's a radical concept. Make content that doesn't suck ass and people will watch/listen to it. Even people in the states. Imagine that.

I feel safer already.

About a week or so ago, my front door blew open and ever since then it wouldn't actually close all the way. Well, it would close but you could open it without turning the handle, so it wasn't latching.

So today I call the landlord. He came over with his partner in crime to fix it. Well they of course jerry-rigged it into closing. Problem was that when they got it to close, they couldn't get it to open up again.

So there they were, one inside and one outside trying to open it.



Santa's Little Helper is getting desperate.



Gonna have to start charging him rent.



This is where they figure out what went wrong.



Free at last, free at last!



And the aftermath.





I believe this is the reason his wife won't let him do things around the house. She calls in the professionals. This is the same man who tried to paint the trim on my door with a god-aweful yellow paint. The same paint they use to make those yellow lines on the road.