I've been published.

Well, we made the paper. Hope the New Glasgow parents were embarrassed. As well they should be.



The letter to the editor also prompted a reporter to write an article on the subject.



Time will tell if we get that apology or not.

The first step is admitting you have a problem.

My sister is a shop-a-holic. I am trying to get her in a 12 step program but she hasn't yet admitted that she has a problem.

She has been her about 3 weeks and has never, and I mean never, stepped through the door without a shopping bag in hand. And sometimes she walks through the door more than once a day. Dishes, dishes and more dishes cuz you never know when you may want to have 70 or 80 of your closest friends over for drinks.

I try and clamly (so as not to agitate her) explain to her that this is an apartment not a house. That at some point she will be forced to quit cold turkey when we run out of physical space for her purchases. She has already crammed as much as is humanly possible into her room and I know she is eyeing the living room.

Granted, she does buy some really nice things, and of course we have to throw out the old crappy things, my things, that they are replacing. Problem is, what happens when she moves out? I will end up with no furniture in the house.

Another problem is that weather is turning warmer and she can soon start buying for the outside of the apartment. The gleam in her eye when she looks at the deck is frightening. And what is worse, come summer, the deck will be larger, since the landlord plans to rebuild it. I may have to physically restrain her. You know, for her own good.

I see a multitude of potted plants in my future. Pray for me.

Heads will roll, ya sure, we'll see.

One of the bigwigs from the Undisclosed Computer Software Company� showed up last night and had a skip level meeting with some of the employees. He was not expecting what he got.

The employees let him have it, they bitched about all the bullshit that has gone on in the last year. They started out by telling him that a good percentage of people working there are looking for another job and would leave in a heartbeat. People just don't like working there anymore. The bitched about the seating, how everyone had to roam around looking for a place to sit, how they had to send people home so the night shift could sit. They bitched about the performance appraisals, how they were contradictory, how hard it was to meet the metric of the job and achieve a high level of customer satisfaction. How you never know week to week what shift you are going to be on. The list went on.

Half way through the meeting he took his Undisclosed Computer Software Company� hat off. One employee made sure he was writing it all down, and at the end of the meeting, asked him to read it back. He said he was sick of having meetings and nothing getting resolved. Needless to say the meeting went long.

Then he said something that shocked everyone. "Why haven't we heard from you before, if this has been going on for so long?" Everyone looked at each other, puzzled. "Wait a minute, are you guys aware of the website to contact the Undisclosed Computer Software Company� directly with your concerns?" Again, puzzled looks.

He was furious. "This stops today! A lot of this stuff I have to work through the proper channels to get resolved but the seating issue will be resolved today and every employee will be made aware of the website to contact us directly."

Not sure if any pro agents were in that meeting, perhaps we will get our chance tonight. Not like there is a chance in hell anyone will let me within 100 feet of that meeting, but a girl can dream can't she?

Reactions.

Woke up to this email. I had cc'd a copy of the Letter to the Editor to the email on the New Glasgow Minor Hockey Website.

Evel,
This is to acknowledge receipt of your e-mail and to let you know I passed it on to the Co-chair of New Glasgow Minor Hockey, Gilles Legere. It has also been forwarded to Paul Fraser,Communications Director of New Glasgow Minor Hockey.
Thank you,

I will let you all know how this pans out.

Trailer Trash, not just for trailers anymore.

The boy's team finished 3rd in the last tournament of the hockey season yesterday. They won the last game against a team that they never won against all year so it was doubly exciting. However, all was not fun and games and the parents of the other team showed a lot of us what not to do at a child's hockey game. Just thought I would post a copy of a letter I promptly sent to the editor of the local paper.

To the Editor:

I just have to write to express my disappointment and disgust at the conduct of the New Glasgow Bantam B parents at a recent tournament held Trenton this weekend.

I realize that things can get heated when you are routing for your favorite team but booing a 14 year old when he is receiving a medal is a bit beyond classless.

In two different games that Trenton had against New Glasgow, the New Glasgow parents showed poor taste and even poorer sportsmanship when they cheered a certain Trenton player when he got a penalty. Now, that can be chalked up to the heat of the moment during a tournament game,but after the games were over and the children were lined up to receive awards and medals, these parents went above and beyond tasteless.

As this particular boy was called up to receive his award, the New Glasgow parents booed him. I am sorry, but this just rubbed me the wrong way and if it had have been my son, they would have been hearing about this long before this letter was printed. What kind of an example are these people setting for their children? If I were the parent of this child I would demand an apology from the New Glasgow Minor hockey for the conduct of the parents at this tournament.

You know what? Even though it was not my son, I still demand it. Wrong is wrong, and they should be ashamed of themselves. We all signed contracts when our children were registered for hockey and they broke that contract.

The Fair Play Code of Ethics is to be followed by the PCMHA membership. Their own website states: Respect the Rules, Respect the Opponents, Respect the Officials and Their Decisions, Have Everyone Participate, Maintain Your Self-Control at all Times.

Clearly they do not practice what they preach.

Regards,

Evel Woman
Trenton Bantam B Parent

And how was your weekend?

It never gets old.

Just a little told ya so dance.

Michael is alive after a plane crash and he ends up pulling surprise, surprise, AJ out of the wreckage.

F...ing near snow blind.

And so it begins. The sister has moved in, and I come home the other night and she has moved things around. Ok, not a biggie. But she is starting to move everything. I told her to let me know before she moves me out of my room. I'll just wait till she goes to sleep and move everything back, sooner or later she will get tired of it.

I am a little different than her, I have things in certain places, not for aesthetic reasons but for pure functionality. For instance, she moved the baskets from the hall table and stacked them against the door, now I knock them over every time I come out of my room. They will soon find another home.

I also told her that the bathroom door needs to be kept shut. Not that I like it shut, or it looks better shut, or even that I want it shut. I told her it needs to be shut. Well this morning she found out why. The cat got in there and shredded the shower curtain. Let's say it together, shall we? "The door needs to be kept shut."

After she replaces a few dozen shower curtains, she might get it.

She also has some sort of eerie fascination with white, she replaced my navy blue shower curtain with a white one, blah, and my black coffee maker with a white one. Ditto for the wall clock and the clothes hamper. I swear, one more white piece of anything and I am going to throw up.

We might need to have a meeting. Or I could just get a can of red spray paint and paint while she sleeps.

How do you pronounce that?

Here at the Undisclosed Customer Service Center� you are given a case number to go through for technical support, they all start the same way, SRX, then the date and then 6 more numbers.

"Thank you for calling the Undisclosed Customer Service Center� my name is blah blah blah...may I have your first and last name please?"

Very pissed off, "ESS ARR EX, ZERO FIVE ZERO..."

Very calmly, "Thank you, and how do you pronounce that?"

Sometimes, rude people slay me.

The crazy cat sisters.

Well on my way to becoming one of the crazy cat sisters. My sister moved in with me today. Cat to follow. The boys room is officially rented.

It should be ok, since I work nights and she works days. We will not get on each others nerves too quickly.

She still has to get all her stuff out of her house, and hopefully the husband won't put up too much of a fight.

Fingers crossed.

S-H-M-I-L-Y!

SO, the boy has been gone for 3 weeks. I have to ask myself "how do I really feel about that"? Do I miss him? Or do I just miss the little boy that he was.

The kid who would write S-H-M-I-L-Y! (see how much I love you) in the butter and snicker when I found it.
The three year old who would stop what he was doing when 'our song' came on the radio and ask me to dance.
Who would play 'nap monster' with me, a game I devised at 7 in the morning when I wanted to sleep just a little longer.
The kid who loved 'tickle monster' because every single part of his body was ticklish.
The boy who would curl up on the couch with me, look at me all lovey-dovey, blow a big fart and laugh his ass off.
The kid who would learn a song on the guitar and hurry to play it for me.
The kid who wanted me to come to the skate park so I could watch him do his latest trick.

Now, he is a teenager. He doesn't want to talk to me about his day, he doesn't want me to know he has a girlfriend. He doesn't want me to drop him off right in front of the mall. He doesn't want me to kick anyone's ass on his behalf. He doesn't care if I show up at the hockey games. He rarely even calls, unless he wants something.

When did I become someone he endured?

I haven't seen SHMILY! in a long, long time.

I told you so.

Just want to go on record. Been watchin G.ene.ra.l H.osp.it.al off and on. Now I don't think I have to watch again till sweeps.

The whole kidnapping of Sonny's kids? It's AJ. He faked his own death, framed Courtney for it, got Faith to kidnap the kids and sent back all but Michael, his son. He gets revenge on them all, and gets his kid back. Mystery solved.

Now I can watch something else at 4. Any suggestions?

House or Barn edition?

"Thank you for calling the Undisclosed Customer Service Center� my name is blah blah blah..."

"Ya I kent git inta ma puta"

"What version of w.in.do.ws do you have sir?"

"I have a ipac with windas xp house."

I kid you not.

Fucked up the ass, and still no dinner.

Well I guess I needed more than luck. I needed my head examined for ever getting into this mess.

The psycho DID bitch sent her daughter to the hearing, since she knew she couldn't look me in the face and lie. The daughter says, "My stepfather starts chemo tomorrow and I didn't want them to be tired for that."

Turns out this woman has been in the rental property business for over 30 years. With me, she acted like this was the first time she was ever attempting anything like this. She totally snowed me. She knew exactly what to do. She asked me to leave on 5 days notice, and she said that we should have something in writing, she sent Art over to get me to sign a paper that said I agreed to vacate the premises. I signed it, because I did agree. But she never signed it.

So, because of that little piece of paper that I didn't even write, I was walking funny by the time I left there.

The director kept saying, why did you sign that paper?

Next time I think something is too good to be true, I will listen to myself and not others who tell me to go for it. What did I have to lose?

Well turns out because I left without giving a months notice that I could be liable for January and February rent as well as heat and lights for the property. But psycho bitches daughter says she will advise her mother to just let the whole thing go. Isn't she a peach? All I had to do was agree to drop my claim for the return of the damage deposit. She however did not have to agree to anything. Don't you just love the system working? Everyone gets fucked once and then they learn. So if this woman was in the business for over 30 years, you know she has seen a lot of pump action. So, I agree. I told the director, "I just want to be shut of those people."

I wanted to climb over the table and rip off her arm and beat her to death with it. I felt like saying, "Your mother's probably poisoning her husband, cancer my ass!"

Well I think I will just chauk this one up to experience, do my time with the huge L on my forehead for a while and move on and keep my back to the wall from now on.