<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:57:40.762-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ramblings of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetic_Pain's backup blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-116684733136301753</id><published>2006-12-23T00:01:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:54:22.576-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I had my brithday party last Saturday on the 16th. It was a blast! A nice crowd showed up. About 11 people or more. OH buddy, the drinks did flow, I got a lot of booze given to me for presents. I haven't got to buy one damn thing for Christmas. I only drank 5 beer out of the dozen that I bought. I was too busy drinking Jell-o shooters and stawberry daqueries all night. I was smashed. I fell down once. I got excited and fell down in the coats in the porch. Sheldon said that I plopped down more then fell down.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I got a call from my friend Natasha, she just flew home and she said she was in town for one night only. After I got off of work at 10, I went home changed my clothes and went over to Leanne's. Natasha made two VERY, VERY stiff drinks for me of vodka and chrystal light. I was smashed before we left Leanne's. We head downtown, and went into Greensleeves. Mr. Jason Greeley was playing down there. I got a couple of pics. I peed as soon as I got to the club, and I called Sheldon while I was in the stall. It was fucked up! I remember pulling up my pants and talking to him, but that's it. I have no idea what we talked about. I go out to the bar, get a beer and go looking for the girls. I found them. I drank about 3 quaters of the beer in record time, I didn't mean too, its just that when I'm drunk they go down like water. I went outside to have a smoke. I took my beer with me too! As I was walking out the door with my beer in hand, I remember thinking that I know I'm not allowed to go out with my beer, but I just kept going anyway. I don't know, it seemed reasonable in my head at the time. I got out there and lit a smoke, my phone rang, it was Lesley. Bless her heart. I can't recall anything that was said. It is all very blurry. I have a feeling that we were talking about Western Union but I'm not sure. hahahahaha. When I got of the phone with Les, my beer was gone, and I headed back into the club. The bouncer at the door said you can't go in there with that, I was like well here then take it. It's all gone and I'm done with it. Chill b'y. I wasn't back in there for 2 minutes and I left to go home. On the way home, I thew up in the cab. First time for that. The cabbie was freaking out screaming "hey misses, hey misses" I thew up all over myself and only got a little tiny, tiny bit on his window, which Sheldon gave him paper towels for. I only remember seeing some on my knee, but Sheldon told me that it was all over my arms, chest, chin, fuckin' everywhere. Gross! I got in the house, the next thing I know I'm in bed, dry heaving into the garbage can next to the bed. I don't remember taking any of my clothes off. Nothing! Sheldon stayed up and washed all my clothes and my winters jacket for me. Bless his heart. He took some good care of me. I bought him a thank you card the next day, I was so greatful. Sheldon also told me, that apparently I was broke out into hives when I got home. He said he should have taken pictures of my body. He said I had big red bloches on my face, arms, legs, and little ones all over my chest. That's freakin' scarry dude!! I will never drink vodka in large amounts like that ever, ever again!! Never!! It really scared me when Sheldon told me all of this the next day. I had to work for 8am the next day too. Oh man. I was loaded drunk when I went in. I swear. I was really tipsy! and slurring ever so slightly. Make the best of it, they put me on the Express cash. Which was good, I kept me wits about me, and I don't think I would have been able to bag anything. By 10:30 I felt hungover, by 2pm I was fine and normal again. I worked until 4 that day. Oh man, I can't wait to have a friggen day off! My next day off is Christmas day. I'm working 8-1 on my birthday. I can't really complain about that. It's only the morning then I get to go home and have two days off, that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;That's all my news for now. Take care everyone. XOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-116684733136301753?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116684733136301753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116684733136301753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116684733136301753' title='&lt;strong&gt;Catch up&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-116398764428559509</id><published>2006-11-19T21:51:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:25:23.606-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Hectic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What a shitty day! It was my first day supervising. It's just as well to say that I babysat for 8 GD hours! I stopped babysitting when I was 17 because none of the little kids would listen to me. I was fed up with it. Only today I learned that 20ish year olds are no bloody different! I was ready to clout one of 'em today. Fuckin' useless people. I don't know how they still have a job there. Nicole told me it's because they don't call in sick all the time. I'm sorry but that's not a good enough reason for me. I was a real bad ass today though I must say. Some people, mostly the baggers, saw a side of me they never knew existed. I'm not having everyone walk all over me. That's all people did at every other job I've had, so I'm determined not to let it happen at this one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've hardly had any sleep within the last 48, fifty odd hours. Hardly anything to eat as well. MY own damn fault I know. Yesterday I had toast and a chicken ceaser salad. Today I had two cups of coffee, a granola bar, and a few french fries that Albert had at work. I'm not hungy at all. But as soon as I go to bed tonight, my tummy is gonna howel, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;After I was done shaving and showering tonight, I was sat here at the computer and I had my legs up on the bed and I was looking down at my gut and my legs, and I noticed they look smaller to me. So I weighed myself and I've lost 5 pounds the past few weeks. I'd say its dropped off the last two weeks for sure. I've been walking to work more, and I'm working longer hours.&lt;br /&gt;That's all of my bitchin' for today. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-116398764428559509?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116398764428559509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116398764428559509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116398764428559509' title='&lt;strong&gt;A Hectic Day&lt;strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-116381489605448496</id><published>2006-11-17T22:16:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:24:56.070-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOICES CARRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in the dark, I'd like to read his mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm frightened of the things I might find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, there must be something he's thinking of to tear him away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I tell him that I'm falling in love why does he say....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush, keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush, keep it down now, voices carry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try so hard no to get upset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I know all the trouble I'll get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And something to fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I try so hard to keep it inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So no one can hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush, keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush, keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He wants me, but only part of the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He wants me, if he can keep me in line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush, keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush keep it down now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hush, hush, darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She might overhear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh no, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices carry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-116381489605448496?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116381489605448496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116381489605448496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116381489605448496' title='&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics&lt;strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-116381145419985713</id><published>2006-11-17T20:51:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:27:34.286-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Tank you Mudder</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;ITS REALLY GOOD TO HEAR YOUR VOICE SAYING MY NAME, IT SOUNDS SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line in that song. So much meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got home tonight from work, Sheldon had supper made and while we were eating, he told me that I had some mail come to me. Mom had sent us a Survivor entry form and a bunch of coupons. And in the coupons was $20 dollars. So I went outside and called her to thank her. She said she sent it to me so I could buy a pack of smokes or something. I was like SWEET!!!! I'll go and get a pack of smokes and a half case of beer and just put the extra three something on my card. Sheldon said he would go drinking with me, eventhough he's drop dead tired. I made him a cup of coffee, I don't think it's working though, his eyes look really tired. I told him he could go onto bed, I don't mind staying here by myself, but he insisted on staying awake. Anyways, I lost track here, what was I saying, oh yes I went over to Irving with no coat on after I got out of the shower by the way. It's just like a summer night out there tonight. I suggested we go out on the patio and drink but I knew that wouldn't happen. Thats ok. Shit man I'm like somthing with ADD I'm all over the place with what I'm trying to say. Oh yes, so I goes to Irving and I gave Alex my twenty and said here I'm paying for the beer, smokes, and gum with the twenty, and what ever is left will go on my card. I made the mistake of giving him my card at the same time, and the fuckin' idiot put it all on my card. I only have $30ish left on it. Actually probly ten or a little less now. So I still have the twenty mom gave me. So Monday I'll be going right to the bank to put it back on my card.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on da burr now. On my second one now and feeling it good. I'm also having the hottest hot flash right now too. My cheeks are on fire. Sheldon has the munchies already, so he's eating my left over supper right now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-116381145419985713?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116381145419985713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116381145419985713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116381145419985713' title='&lt;strong&gt;Tank you Mudder&lt;strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-116369535054046752</id><published>2006-11-16T12:40:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:13:14.933-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money I ain't got</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I put $110 on my card last Thursday and only $40 of that applied to the damn card. The charges are wicked on that thing. That's what I get for lying on my application I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The bloody cigerattes are gone up again!!! I went to Irving this morning, they cost me $10.13!!! What the fuck?? That's some bullshit man. They went up two days ago the young fella at Irving told me. I didn't go over with my ID and I thought for sure he was going to ask me for one. He's after asking me twice before. The bastard. I mean I'm over there enough, get to know your regulars for pete sakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my, I have another shift tonight on the Customer Service desk. It's my second one. Theres so much that needs to get done there. I only have one more training shift after tonight and thats it. I'm going to be fired for sure. I hope I don't fuck up too much. Oh me nerves. I really like working there though, I must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My arm still hurts today. Not nearly as bad as last night. I took one of Sheldon's muscle relaxers last night, the ones shaped like little houses. He said that they would make me drousy, so I took one. It may have made me sleepy, but it did nothing for the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's it for now. I should start getting ready for work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-116369535054046752?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116369535054046752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116369535054046752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116369535054046752' title='&lt;strong&gt;Money, money, money I ain&apos;t got&lt;strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-116364642653378984</id><published>2006-11-15T23:32:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:40:48.716-03:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After about two or three weeks, I've finally completed it. I finished writing my own song. I just have to put music to it. That won't happen for a few days. I've played guitar so much lately I guess, my arm is really hurting. Espically tonight. My hand swelled up and everything. My whole arm kills. I don't know what to do with it. It hurts when i straighten it, stretch it, relax it, and bend it. Frig sakes!! Maybe a muscle realxer would help it for now so I can get to sleep. I won't be able to play Nintendo DS to help fall asleep thats for sure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Dave!! Happy Birthday Teena. I know your birthday was on Monday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good night all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-116364642653378984?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116364642653378984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/116364642653378984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116364642653378984' title='&lt;strong&gt;It&apos;s a start&lt;strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-115902462186210596</id><published>2006-09-23T11:44:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:00:25.913-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Boaring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing to new to talk about, or exciting I should say. I've got this weekend off. At 3 o'clock today I have a one hour meeting at work. Probably about the Grand Opening. I got my new uniform yesterday. The pants need to be hemmed up despretaly. I got two pairs of pants and smocks. Work is so dirty. We have cleaners everyday but it's just impossible to keep up on it with all the construction going on. I can't keep my finger nails clean, I always have to keep them cut. That sucks. If I had the nice secretary job that I want, I could have nice clean, manicured nails all the time. We'll see what the future brings for me I spose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I love the song Sexy Back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cigarretts went up again. They are $9.93 at Irving, and are $10.00 at the smoke shop at work. Rediculous! When they go up to $10.00 at Irving, I'm going to have to give it up. I won't have a choice in the matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I didn't win the lottery last night. What's up with that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We still don't have our new MCP cards either. We sent away for those before the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sheldon, Pam, and I are going to see a movie tomorrow. I'm so glad that she invited us to go with her. I've always liked Pam. When she was here Saturday night, I programmed her number into my phone, so now we can always call her when there's something on the go. Which is very seldom, but I would like to have her over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;There is this guy at work named Chris. He works as one of the security guards over there. When I first started working there, I occasionally said hello to him, that was it. It was about almost two weeks ago I suppose, I had a cleaning shift. Mind now, I have at least one cleaning shift a week, but on this particular day, he stopped to talk to me. Just chit chat, and introduce our selves to eachother. He wouldn't leave, and I had to get back to work before Barry or someother 'big cheese' saw us standing around doing nothing. I turned back to taking things off the shelf and wiping them down, and he went on again. About 10 minutes later, when he made his way around the store and back over to me again, he stopped to talk...again! Somehow we got to talking about dating or some shit like that, and right off the bat I told him that I was taken, I am engaged I told him. He seemed really surprised about that. Probably due to the fact that I wasn't wearing a ring. I don't wear my ring to work anymore, it's way to dirty, with the dust, dirty water, and all kinds of meat and chicken juice. Yuck! Anyways, yack, yack, yack, I told him that I would like to set him up on a date with one of Sheldon's friend's from work. He was all for it. It was convenient that Deb and us were having drinks here last Saturday night, I thought that would be pefect to get the two of them over for a first little meeting. He was very excited. As the week wore on, he kept following me around like a little puppy dog, one of those types. He was starting to scare me a bit by Friday. I wasn't keen on setting him up or even having him over here at the house. Long story short, neither he nor Nichole showed up Saturday night. When I went back to work on Monday, he said he was sorry for not coming over, that he had to work. I was releaved that he didn't show. Everytime he walks past my register he's always staring at me, always asking me when am I going to take my break because he has something to tell me. I mean what the fuck is this shit??? Get away from me!!! There is this girl at work named Pauline. I really like her. She's the type of person to tell it like it is. She's just strait with you all the time. I told her what was on the go with this Chris fella. And she told me that she thinks that this was the same guy who asked one of the other Jennifer's at work out before. She shot him down of course, because he's retarded! I didn't know that or I wouldn't have spoken to him in the first place. Anyway, Pauline, Heather and I had a cleaning shift this week, and he kept coming around us, taking to me. Heather said that he used to do the same thing to her, but she ignored him and he left her alone. Pauline said a few tongue in cheek things to him and he eventually slacked off coming around us. On this same shift there was a lady that asked me where were the rice cakes. I showed her, Chris was there at the time this happened. It was only a few minutes after that, the girls and I went on a break. As I was walking through the hallway out in the back, Chris comes up to me and tells me that the missus who asked me where the rice cakes are, has been flirting with him all day and that she's after hugging him twice. What??!! I just laughed and walked away. I told Pauline when we were out smoking, she died laughing. When I got home that evening, I was telling Deb this story and she said that Chris only said that to me, to try and make me jealous because he's got it bad for me. It makes sense. But I already told him that I'm off the market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Fuck sakes! That's not even the best part. When I went to work on Wednesday, as per usuall, Chris saw me and asked me when my break was. As always I told him I don't know. Which is true I never knows. He caught me walking out with my jacket on when it was breaktime for me. He followed me out by Newbodys, I don't even know if that's how it's spelt, but you get the jist of it. He gives me this story about how on Tuesday night, he and a girl named Charlene, who works with us, went out on a date. They went to Klondike Jakes, and according to him, she asked if he was going to pay for the meal. Apparently that was a big deal to him. He then tells me, while there sitting there having their meal, he's asking her all kinds of questions. And all she could answer was "I don't know". My favorite question that he told me he asked her was, "what's your favorite color?" HAHAHAHA Can you beleed that shit? Yeah, when Sheldon and I went on our first date, finding out what his favorite color was the first thing on my mind. HAHAHAH. It was more like, is he going to kiss me? I hope so :-) He said the rest of the date was really boaring, because she wouldn't answer any of his questions. What a LOSER!! That all she wanted to talk about was the fact that he said he was thinking about getting a place of his own. He told me they were out on the side of the Village mall, and that they shared a very "deep, passionate, kiss". He told me that she started kissing his neck and he put a stop to it because he didn't want it to go any further then that. What the hell? If I was a fella I would have at least got a blow job out of it. We all know that the details of his story are bullshit, but I still went along with him. He kept saying, as if he couldn't get over this fact, all she could talk about was him getting his own place. I flat out said to him, "maybe all she wanted to do was fuck you" he eyes went as wide as saucers. He obviously didn't expect me to talk like that. I started saying really provacative things about sex. And he then tells me, that when he's in a relationship or otherwise that sex isn't really that important to him. As if he dosen't care if he has sex ever again. He's obviously never had sex before! Or didn't know what the hell he was doing. Which was probably the case. Anyway, we went back into work, I felt pretty good about shocking him a bit with my potty mouth, and for the rest of my shift he didn't come around again. I didn't catch him looking at me either. GOOD!!! So this is what's on the go at work so far. Hopefully I won't have anything else to say about work in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sheldon and I are going to get registered at a church tomorrow. When we were to Bishop's the summer, we met with the minister who is going to marry us, and he told us that we have to belong to a church out here. That he just can't marry us, it would be like we're using him. Well yeah, we're paying the man aren't we? Indeed, indeed. Whatever, we're going to get registered and make apparences there over the next two years. What a lot of rigem roll. I says we just fucks off to Vegas somewhere. But nope, Sheldon would like to have traditional, and really I want to do traditional as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Jeffrey made it to Calgary. Air Canada lost a piece of his luggage of course. Apparently they're famous for it. He got it back the next night. There's three of them living in a one bedroom apartment. It's going to be rough for Jeff at first, I'm sure he'll figure something out. I hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sheldon and I are really into CSI Miami. I love that show. It's just like Cold Case Files and American Justice put together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Does anyone watch Gene Simmons Family Jewels? Please stand up. hehe. I love that show to pieces. It's too funny. Better then the Osbournes I think. Gene's son, Nick. Woah! He's HOT! I love his sense of humor though. The whole family are so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;That's it for me now. I'm going to go have a smoke. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-115902462186210596?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115902462186210596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115902462186210596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115902462186210596' title='&lt;strong&gt;Boaring&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-115876809883810412</id><published>2006-09-20T13:29:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:44:47.286-02:30</updated><title type='text'>An Update Yaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I suppose I should update since I don't start work until 4:30 today. I'm working at Sobeys now. It's a great place to work. The people there are so different then any other place I've worked. The supervisors/managers don't talk down to you, everyone seems to be treated the same there. I've been there for about a month now.&lt;br /&gt;My last day at La Senza was July 29th. On July 30th, Sheldon and I hopped on the good ol' DRL bus and went to Bishop's Falls. He was there with me for a week. We had such a great time. There were lots of booze, bbq's, supper's, and a few fires out in the back yard. Mom and Sheldon were roasting hot peppers on one of the fires, and then chasing it with beer. Gross! Dad and I were doing some laughing at them. One night Sheldon, mom, and I were drinking, and Sheldon kept hiding her beer on her. We were cracking up at her as she kept looking for her beer. Mom said she should go drinking with us more often because she didn't have any hangovers. We had a family picture taken out in the garden, but mom wanted to get it done professionally, but Jeffrey would not agree to it so we had to settle for the garden. I like it; mom's not fussy about it though. Our dog Brandy was able to get in the picture too, I liked that idea.&lt;br /&gt;We went out to Debbie's and Tammy's too! We learned how to play Texas Hold 'em. Sheldon and I had a laugh out there. Although it was only short lived, just one day out there, we had to be back to Bishop's the next day for the supper Nanna had planned for us. That was also supposed to be the day we had planned to get our family picture taken, but it didn't clear up, so it turned out to be the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, the week was over, and Sheldon had to get back to town. I went up to Irving with him, and kissed him good bye. I cried a little as the bus was pulling away, and I watched it go up the highway until it was out of sight. I took my camera with me, so that I could get some pictures of Beaumont Heights, which is behind the Irving. I started from the Dam, then worked my way down the hill, taking pictures of every little thing that served as a memory for me. It was hard to look at the empty play ground on Jelly Bean Square, which is across the road from the top of Beaumont Heights. From the time I was 6 years old right up until I was in my late teens, the play ground was always there. My God, so many memories there, and so many friends. Some of them are dead now, most of them have children, and most are moved away. My God, I can't believe that Bump (Chrystal-Lee) and Davey are dead. Oh so young. Sure Bump was younger then me, and Dave was only 19 when he died. Fuck sakes! Today, actually, is the anniversary of Davey's death; 7 years! I was 17 then. It's mom and dad's wedding anniversary today too! And Jeffrey, my brother, left for Calgary today. Oh yeah, Sheldon's friend, Nichole from work, is leaving today to move back home with her folks for a while. Gees big day today!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got off track here. Oh yes, Sheldon went home after a week. I stayed an extra week just because I could. I had a good time. I went all over Bishop's. Well most of it, just the spots that were important to me. Oh yeah, I took Sheldon over to "Skin Hill" when he was home with me. We didn't climb it or anything. We just looked at the friggin cliff and all I could think was how in the hell did I ever manage to climb it? This was our smoking place. I fell, well, more like slid down this bloody cliff back in the day. When I was 13 years old. I went sliding down right the front of it; I remember trying to dig my fingers into the side as I was going down. Thank God for brush and crap growing out of it, I grabbed some and there was some at my feet that stopped me from falling right to the bottom where the Exploits River wasn't far from the edge. Needless to say, we (my cousin, Amanda, and our bf's at the time, Adam and Jeff) found another smoking spot. Which I think was the post office. HAHAHA. Ah good times! You had to be there I guess. When it was cold out, we would go inside the post office and play 'post office'. Ah funny.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I came back to town, I had an interview with Sobeys, and started working right away. Jenn's ass was saved once again!&lt;br /&gt;I went downtown a few weeks ago, with the girls from La Senza. Natasha was leaving so we all got together one last time before she left. It was fun. I went outside for a cig twice and each time I went, I walked up George, took random pics of strangers, and I had my picture taken with some missus who's engaged as well, with her camera. The second time I went out for a smoke, I walked up to Confusion, I think, and they were playing retro 90's dance music so I went in and wanted to have a dance. I staggered up the stairs and ended up on the street behind the club, there was a bouncer there and I told him I was trying to get upstairs. He pointed to the stairs next to the building. When I finally got to the dance floor, I saw this fella out on the balcony so I took his hand and started dancing with him. He started dancing with his arms going up and down in the air, and his friend came over and started dancing behind me, sandwiching me. It felt like a night at the Roxbuy. HAHAHA. I left there as fast as my drunk legs would get me. I didn't know how to get out from where I was, so I decided to go out the way I came in. I walked back down the street to the Sundance and I couldn't find my way down stairs where the girls were. I could see all these Exit signs that led nowhere. I felt my phone vibrate and I felt too drunk to handle even answering that, but I did answer, and it was Charlette asking me where I was too. I told her I was upstairs and couldn't find my way down. Eventually I did find my way and she saw me and grabbed my arm, and we all went to her car and she drove all of us home.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday gone, we had some drinks here at the house. Debbie was in all week doing a course for work. She stayed with us for a few days. Deb bought this tequila that tastes like orange creamciciles. I don't know how to spell that word. But you knows I had about 4 shots of that, and 8 beer. Well, I was falling down by the end of the night, so I went on to bed out of it. When I fell down it was when I was trying to get in the bed. I was actually trying to sit at the foot of the bed and missed completely, I fell over clothes, Sheldon's book bag and the dehumidifier. Fuck sakes, my back was aching the next day I tell ya! Oh well, I still had fun. It was even funner watching Sheldon trying to pick me up. Hehehe some shockin'!&lt;br /&gt;Debbie left today. She was in town for a week. We loved having her here. It's too bad Tammy couldn't have come in too, but that's ok, they both are going to be here in a few weeks. They are going to Tammy's for Thanksgiving, so we'll see them before Sheldon and I go to New Brunswick for a week in October.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me now, I'm going to light a candle for Davey and go have a smoke. Take care everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-115876809883810412?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115876809883810412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115876809883810412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115876809883810412' title='&lt;strong&gt;An Update Yaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-115115460866831170</id><published>2006-06-24T10:10:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:40:08.736-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The Concert</title><content type='html'>The concert was great! Rex's opening act was the singer Jeremy Fisher. When he got on the stage and said his name, he said it so fast I thought that he said Jimmy Fisher. He sang a few songs, then he was talking a little bit and at the end of his act, he was saying, this next song is a song that I wrote about, he paused for a moment, then said "High School". The place went up. That's when I realized he said his name was Jeremy Fisher. I also believe that at that moment, is when the whole stadium realized who he was as well. He sang one more song after that, and then it was a 15 intermission.&lt;br /&gt;I was saying to Sheldon before we got to Mile 1 that when we were going to the Blue Rodeo concert that I felt like a child going to an adult concert, but tonight I felt like I was an adult going to a child's concert. Weird eh? There was a lot, a lot, a lot, of little kiddies there. I couldn't believe all the food that people were packing away. Holy shit. I was telling mom about it on the phone this morning, and she thought it was strange to have food there. Sheldon and I were sat on the end next to the stairs. Sometimes it was hard to get a good picture with people walking by all the time. I did, however, get a picture of some guy's arm as he was walking by as I was trying to take a picture. We were sat pretty close to the back and from the screen on the camera, the stage and lights look very blurry. We haven't uploaded the pics yet, but as soon as I'm updating here I'm going to do just that. Anyway, I was talking about food. This lady and her daughter was sitting next to Sheldon, all her and her daughter did all night was eat! Sheldon and I, we didn't mind at all getting up out of seats to let her pass, but I really didn't think that all the food was necessary. Espically at a concert, yes I can certainly understand loading up to see a movie. God knows I do that too often. They started out with a box of nachos, and a bag of pop corn. You know one of thos long bags that you get at the fair. Then she got up to get pizza for them, then the last thing was a box of fries with gravy. Of course with a refill of pepsi each time. I said to Sheldon that they should be featured on the next episode of "Honey, we're killing the kids".&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that! Let's get back to 'Roudie Goudie'. I got a Rex t-shirt and a poster. I bought the shirt before we went in to our seats. I changed into the Rex shirt while we were in our seats too. Sheldon said to me, why don't you go to the bathroom. That was too bloody sensible I couldn't do that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Rex came on the stage and everyone got crazy. The flashes from everyones camera alone was something else. Rex sang a lot of cover songs, and some of his own. He started off singing the song, "The boys are back in town" which I thought fitted them appropriately. When he sang "Wild Horses" by the Rolling Stones, he encouraged everyone to get up and dance. So Sheldon and I  went down into the rink and had a dance. It was nice. Sheldon was some nervous. I was too a little bit. We didn't stay dancing to the whole song, because the way he played it at that point the guitar got really low and we thought it was over. I was thinking to myself, wow that was a short version. When we got back to our seats, the song continued on, I felt too embarrassed to go back down and finish dancing to the song. Sheldon too I think. So we laughed a little bit and just finished watching him sing it. That was the second slow song that we've ever danced to. Both times it was in the Mile 1 Stadium. LOL We need to get out more. haha or at least stay somewhere long enough for the ugly lights to come on, because they always play a few slow songs before that happens. :-)&lt;br /&gt;For the encore, Rex came out and sang by himself, the Newfoundland song "Sam Haul" I think is what it's called. I know the song, I've heard it many, many times throughout my life. And I know that Lesley likes that song too. I had said to Sheldon that Lesley would have loved that. The next one he sang after that was "Magic Carpet Ride". Then that was it. The concert was over at 10 I think it was. Or at least going for 10. Sheldon and I got some Quizno's on the way home. It was about 11 when we got home. The Quizno's was delisious. It was the first time I've ever had it.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-115115460866831170?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115115460866831170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115115460866831170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115115460866831170' title='The Concert'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-115108392776625059</id><published>2006-06-23T14:41:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:02:07.783-02:30</updated><title type='text'>I'll Update I Spose</title><content type='html'>The party was a success. I was loaded! Everyone had a great time. They also had fun laughing at me. We all kept in touch with eachother as the week progressed, and all anyone could talk about was how funny I was. Yeah right, I was just making a fool of myself. Oh well, what ever works I spose. There was a nice turn out. Out of all the people I invited, only 3 didn't show. There was about 10 or 12 of us I spose. My friend Heather, from back home, and her boyfriend, Verd, came over too. They invited us to their place for drinks next weekend. We'll see how the work situation is. The following weekend of my party, Natasha had her own little party in celebration of her birthday. It was just a small gathering of us at her house first, where we played Natasha's version of fuck-up's. I love it. Sheldon came with me too. He was a little drunk too. I got off work early that day, came home, bought a half case each for me and Sheldon. I started to finish off the three beer left over from the weekend before. I was feeling pretty good after that. I was on the phone with Natasha getting directions to her house, and she said that I'd better not be 'shat' faced before I get to her house. I told her no, that I would be good. Sheldon and I took the bus to the Avalon mall, then got a cab from there to her home. The cab was only a $5.00 ride.&lt;br /&gt;By the time everyone arrived at Natasha's, I was feeling pretty good. The girls and I went in on her gift. We just gave her $10 each of mall money I believe. I never did see it. Natasha was really suprised that we had got her something. Then I squeeked out "Really?" everyone died laughing. Sheldon said that it was the way I said it. I don't know. But I said to the girls, that when it's my birthday, I expect presents. They laughed even more. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;Once we were all shat faced, we all went downtown. Charlette and Patricia's boyfriend, Coady, wern't drinking, so they took their cars and gave us all a ride downtown. We went to the Sundance. Boy has that place changed! Playing today's music, hardly any room to move. Just body to body. Light's and everything. The booze are a decent price too. We had a few dances, then went upstairs to listen to the live band. That's when we started with the body shots. It was 3ish in the morning when we left and headed for McDonalds. Oh lord, the big mac that would never end. It felt like it took me for ever to eat the damn thing. Of course Sheldon and I were home when we ate. Then we passed out in the bed. It was all good!&lt;br /&gt;I just came off a 9 day stretch from work. I have to go back to work tomorrow, then off again Sunday. Work Monday, off Tuesday. I hate it when that happens. It seems to be happening more and more lately.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Sheldon and I are off to the Rex Goudie concert! I can't wait! He managed to get some last minute tickets. He called me at work and told me, I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I must go and flake out in front of the fan.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-115108392776625059?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115108392776625059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/115108392776625059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115108392776625059' title='I&apos;ll Update I Spose'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114937117687107140</id><published>2006-06-03T18:52:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:16:16.893-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Err'body in the house gettin' tipsy</title><content type='html'>So the month of June is finally here. I love Summer so much, you have no idea. It would be nice if we could get some Summer weather finally. Today was nice, but it wasn't hot hot. Or I should say too, too hot. LOL I bet Lesley and Sheldon are laughing now think about Sharon Snow I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the house all cleaned. I'm having a party tonight. I asked a few girls over from work, and a few friends outside of work. Sheldon asked a few from his work too. Sheldon said that he knows of 4 that are coming for sure. We've got loads of chips, when Sheldon gets home from work, he's going to make a dip and a food platter.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I got off work at 5:30, I went to the liquor store at Dominion, picked up two bottles of wine, not the Boones Berry though, I couldn't find any. so I found a strawberry kind made in Newfoundland with 5 more percent alcohol then the Boones. I also got a flask of Vodka. I went into the grocery store and decided that I didn't want to mix orange juice with it this time. I am kinda getting sick of that, so I found Tropicana Twister. Its grapes and strawberries mixed together. A juice basicly. I can't even taste the vodka at all! When I got home, I mixed a drink for myself with 1 and a half shots in it, and planked my ass down on the back patio on Sheldons chair and drank it. This is my new favorite drink. I went to get groceries after that. Sheldon said that he could smell the booze off me, even after brushing my teeth, so he gave me a piece of gum to chew on while we were shopping. Once we got home, I sat back out on the patio, and called all the girls. Some I wasn't able to get a hold of. By the end of the night I drank almost 3 quarters of the bottle and was pretty drunk. I just started to get tipsy, it was 11:30ish I think, by then. We went on to bed then. Sheldon had to work today.&lt;br /&gt;I watch my Moonstruck movie today that Sheldon bought for me. I love that movie. I think I'll go watch it again while I'm getting ready. I'm already drinking right now, of course. No one is surprised I'm sure. hehe&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I've got everything cleaned and tidied. Anything that dosen't need to be out, is put away. I've got the fridge stocked and space made for other people's booze. I went over to Irving this afternoon to get two dozen beer. One for me and one for Sheldon. Alex helped me bring it over. Since he offered to help, I also picked up a bottle of Pepsi and a bottle of Diet Pepsi. I was so glad.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114937117687107140?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114937117687107140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114937117687107140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114937117687107140' title='&lt;strong&gt;Err&apos;body in the house gettin&apos; tipsy&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114901625264840385</id><published>2006-05-30T16:30:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:43:02.740-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie</title><content type='html'>I figured I'd better update seeing how its been a while. Just a quick one though I'm dropping.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day cleaning today, so I'm about to hop in the shower then lie down for the rest of the evening and enjoy the rest of my day off. Back to work tomorrow though, but I'm off again on Saturday. That's two Saturday's in a row. How lucky is that. If I wanted them off I probably wouldn't get them. I've asked for Sunday the 10th off so that I can go out and party with the girls, enlight of Natasha's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I never did make it to Charlette's post grad party that her mom had for her. By the time I got off work I was just too tired and in too much pain. I had to work Sunday gone, and missed Kim's baby shower. Sheldon came to meet me after work on Sunday, then he and I went down to Kim's to drop off her present. When we got there we had pizza, garlic fingers, all kinds of deserts, and we looked at a lot of pictures that they had taken when they were in Rome, Itality, all kinds of exactic places like that. Beautiful pictures. They also showed us their nursery. What a beautiful room. They went with the Dr. Suss theme. Kim's husband, Neil and his neice painted the walls of all the characters, and the rolling hills. A verse on the wall too. It was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the news I have for now. Gotta have a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114901625264840385?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114901625264840385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114901625264840385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114901625264840385' title='A Quickie'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114830670879258286</id><published>2006-05-22T11:06:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:35:08.806-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A lazy day</title><content type='html'>Seeing how it's May 2-4 weekend, you'd think that everyone is gone for the weekend. Not the case at all. This weekend at work, was the busiest time all week. Saturday, there were 5 girls working. Two wanted to go home early because they said they were sick. There was only 3 of us left to fend the store. Holy shit, by the end of the night, it looked like a tornado had passed by. We were at the store an extra hour then what was scheduled. Sunday, it was piss pouring all day. I mean real heavy, heavy, rains. Maxine and I were scheduled to come in at 9. We figured it to be slow all day because of all the shitty weather. WRONG!!! There were people waiting out in their cars for us to open at 12. I could understand if we had like a 'Shopping Party' on the go, or some really wicked deals, but it was just a regular day. Maxine and I had to make some big changes with the displays in the store which took us the entire day to do. Wanda only scheduled 3 of us on for Sunday. Maxine couldn't get over it. She kept saying all day, 'what was Wanda thinking?' The store closed at 5, we didn't finish cleaning until 7!!!! We had to do an extra good job because the big head haunchos from Montreal are coming on Tuesday. I hope they are there in the morning, so that by the time I get there at 12 they will be gone. I've met Isabelle and them, I think they're a bunch of jerks. Anyway, who gives a fuck what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Kayla and I had plans to go to Boston Pizza with the girls last night for supper. The poor things were over there waiting for us for an hour. They kept calling the store asking what are we doing? WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY THINK WE WERE DOING???? Doing diddy dances?&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, We got there 7:30. We ate and made plans for Natasha's birthday thats coming up on June 10. Charlette just graduated from MUN and her mom is having a little thing for her this Wednesday, Kim is having her baby shower next week I think, I can't remember what was on the flyer that Neil made and brought into work yesterday. Oh my, money, money, money. Going to be busy for the next little while.&lt;br /&gt;Well I must go on and do laundy and have a shower. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114830670879258286?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114830670879258286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114830670879258286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830670879258286' title='A lazy day'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114770940949706981</id><published>2006-05-15T13:10:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:40:09.520-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A girls night out</title><content type='html'>Friday was slow at work, so they let me go early. Big mistake. LOL. That just ment that I had time to start my drinkin' early. Hehe. I got home and got ready. I wasn't going to call Patricia until around 8:00. I wanted to see Sheldon before I left. The girls that I used to work with at Silk &amp; Satin wanted to get together for a girls night out. Patricia had called me earlier in the week. Her and Kayla picked me up 9ish. The we went to pick up Natasha, and we were supposed to get Charlette too, but no one could get a hold of her to find out where she lives. So we trucked onto to Patricia's house. She lives out in the Goulds. Her boyfriend was playing at a bar called "Barkley's" out in Mount Pearl. After us girls were all drunked up at Patricia's house, Kayla was going to drive us out there. She was our designated driver for the evening. I had my camera, Natasha had hers, and Patricia was taking pics with her phone. She's sent me hers already, we're both waiting on Natasha. I took 24 pictures in all. She took 12. Anyway, we got to Barkley's and headed for the bar. Natasha was hit on right way by some old fucker. Patricia introduced me to the drink "Porn Star". It's delicious. And you seriously can't taste the alcohol. We sat down and the band was playing. We took pictures all night. I did some lot of dancing. I got up and started dancing by myself at one point. I remember walking out to the dance floor and I knew that I didn't have a partner with me, but there were some girls dancing already. This dude got up and danced with me. I split beer on the floor too. He was bald and old. It was funny. Later on in the night, I went outside for a smoke, and these two guys were getting into a cab. They said to me, "You should come with us." I held up my left hand, pointed at my finger and proudly said "NO THanks". They went on, and the girls were ready to go. It was going for 3:00 am. We stopped at McDonalds on the way home. I didn't feel it going down in me at all. It was swimming in too much alcohol. LOL. By the end of the night, I had about 9 maybe 10 beer, 3 Porn Stars, and one shot of Tequilla. Which I forgot how to drink. Haha. You're supposed to lick the salt, drink the drink, then suck the lemon. What I did was drink the drink, lick the salt, then suck the lemon. It was gross. But fun. That's it for now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114770940949706981?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114770940949706981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114770940949706981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114770940949706981' title='A girls night out'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114726581470505084</id><published>2006-05-10T10:13:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:29:05.983-02:30</updated><title type='text'>They are gone</title><content type='html'>Melissa and her fiance, Rob left this morning. He had a doctor's appointment to go to. They said they may be back again when Rob has surgery. We had such a great time. They got in around 4:00 yesterday. Sheldon was at work until 8:00. Melissa, Rob, and I sat in the kitchen, then the livingroom, and reminiced until about 7:30. The time just flew by. We were all doing some laughing. At 7:30, I fired up the gril and we had supper 8ish. When we were done, and had it all cleaned up, we went to see a movie. We saw "Silent Hill". Very, very scary. And very grusum. I don't know how to spell that, but I'm sure you know what I'm trying to say. Just blood, and ashes everywhere, and deformed bodies. Blah it was gross. It scared the bejesus out of all of us. I shook in my seat the entire time. At one point, I guess Sheldon didn't really know what to do with himself and grabbed his jacket and pulled it over him. Haha. We were holding on to eachother like we were on a roller coaster or something. I liked it though. It was a good movie. I was talking to mom on the phone this morning, and she couldn't believe that we went to see a horror movie. I told her what me and Sheldon were like during the movie, she laughed and called us a bunch of wusses. LOL. She said if she was there she would have laughed at us. haha God love her.&lt;br /&gt;It was 11:40 when we got out of the movie, we came on home out of it. Swerving from lane to lane. Melissa was very nervous driving, and couldn't keep to one lane. I thought for sure, if a police officer was watching somewhere, that we would have been pulled over for someone who looked like they had a few drinks in them because of all the lane changes. Poor thing, she had some bad stomach by the time we got back. We all went to bed. I didn't get to sleep until almost 2:00. Melissa had asked me to wake them up at 9. They left at 10. Sheldon and I are getting ready for work now. Thats it for now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114726581470505084?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114726581470505084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114726581470505084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114726581470505084' title='They are gone'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114705363810617029</id><published>2006-05-07T23:08:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:30:38.133-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>I've got some company coming in this week. My friend from back home, Melissa and her fiance' Rob, are coming in on Tuesday, just for the night. Rob has a doctor's appointment the next day and then they're going on home again. We're going to have a barbeque for supper then Melissa wants to go to see a movie. That will be pretty much it for that night. I have to go back to work again the next day. Sheldon has the spareroom all cleaned up and ready for company.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, my Nanna and aunt Ella are coming in just for a few hours that day. Nanna has a parcel to drop off to me from mom. I have a few things here that I'm going to send back home with Nanna. We both gave the house a good cleaning today. I'll freshen it up again a little bit before Melissa and Rob comes.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night after work, my friend, Patricia, from Silk where I used to work, has got a plan for all us girls from Silk to get together and have a girls night out. Patricia lives out in the Goulds. Her boyfriend is playing a gig in Mount Pearl. When I get off work Friday night shes going to pick up me, Natasha, and Charlette, and we're all going out to her place for the night. We're going to all share a cab to Mount Pearl. She says that it will only be about 2 or 3 dollars between us, which is fine. That should defenitely be an adventure all in itself. God only knows who I may run into out there. No one if I'm lucky. LOL&lt;br /&gt;A select few know about the last time I went to a strange bar out of town and who I ran into. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;My burn is soooooo much better. It's starting to turn brown now and is only a little bit sore on the edges. I've got my body coated in moisturizer again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I were off together today. We went to Costco and got some meats for the barbeque and he got some Robax for his back. It's still not the best! What a friggin sin! We went to the Avalon mall too, it was time to bring my ring in for a cleaning. That only took 5 minutes. While we were waiting, we were looking at ringbands for men. I have to get one for Sheldon too. I've got to start a list on things needed for the wedding. Since I had forgotten all about flowers, until last month when I was on the phone with Melissa and she mentioned flowers for her wedding. And I was like, Shit I forgot about the flowers! I also forgot about Sheldon's ring. You watch now, the minister will say it's time for the rings, and there will just be mine because I forgot Sheldons.&lt;br /&gt;Mom gave me a website for a business in Grand Falls that do wedding pictures and videos and stuff. I haven't had time to have a good look at it yet, but theres loads of time for that.&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the mall, we went to CD Plus and I bought a cd of Classic Rock, and Sheldon bought a DVD, The Cosby Show Season 2. We've watched some of it since we got home. I love that show. That's it for me tonight. Good night all, and take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114705363810617029?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114705363810617029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114705363810617029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114705363810617029' title='Company'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114675096940044468</id><published>2006-05-04T11:15:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:26:09.413-02:30</updated><title type='text'>And It Burns, Burns, Burns!</title><content type='html'>Well gentle Jesus, I'm burnt to a crisp! I was off yesterday and it was such a beautiful day I figured I go out and tan and just relax. I pulled out my shorts, tanktop, and turned my bra into a halter. I put the straps of me tanktop down under me arms so that I'd just be left with a halter tan. I put on the tanning oil that has sunscreen in it, waited 15 minutes before I went out. I brought out Sheldon's chair, me smokes, me cell, and a book. I was sat in the chair for about an hour and decided to make some lunch. That took almost a half hour. I sat outside and ate, then went back to my book for another half hour. There was a small breeze blowing that was rather cold to someone half dressed, as I was. I came in out of it and was checking in the mirrors all around the house to see if I had changed color. I could see a burn starting to come. I didn't really think much of it....'till later. By the time 4:00 rolled around, I was hurtin'! I put some cream on and laid down in the bed for the rest of the evening until Sheldon came home. Sheldon says that I'm as red as a tomato. We spent some time putting more cream on me and polysporin too. In the bed last night, all I could do was lie on my back. I couldn't turn on my sides or anything. The closest thing that comes to turning on my side, was turing my head to the left or the right. I was even having dreams that I was sun burned and people were trying to give me advice on how I could turn on my side while I sleep. HAHA. I had a shower today, holy shit, it was good and bad. I felt a lot better afterward though. I can feel the heat just coming off me. Last night I felt so cold, I couldn't stop shaking. Sheldon wanted to bring me to the hospital. I said they will just look at me and laugh and say why are you wasting our time. LOL I'll be ok I'm sure. I've been through worse pain before. That's it for now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114675096940044468?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114675096940044468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114675096940044468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114675096940044468' title='And It Burns, Burns, Burns!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114661630575219844</id><published>2006-05-02T21:52:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:01:45.763-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Effing Crazies!!!</title><content type='html'>Every fuckin' time!! I wish I didn't look so approachable, no I just shouldn't be so damn friendly when they talk to me. I was on the bus today on me way to work. This lady who shaves her head asked me how far up does the bus go. I told her and she was pleased that it went up pretty far because she told me she was going to Wal-Mart. I turned back around in my seat and she kept talking to me. She was giving me her life story and of course I put in my two cents, Big Mistake! She walked across the parkinglot with me, and I pointed out where Wal-Mart was too and told her I had to go to work now. She told me that I was the nicest person that she's met from this city, I joked and said that it was because I wasn't from here. Then she was all like, give me your phone number, I'll call you tonight. What time do you get off work. I said 9:30. I got out a piece of paper and wrote down my name, and the wrong phone number. Like you would. Then she wanted to give me her number. Her name was Suzette. I wrote it all down. When I got into work, I was telling our stockroom manager, Helen, all about when while her and I were out behind the store having a smoke. About a half hour after I started my shift, Suzette walks in, and asks me how to get to the bus stop from here. I told her to go back to where we had just came from. Straight across the parking lot. She said ok, thank you, nice meeting you, blah, blah, blah. She didn't come back anymore today. Oh me nerves. Why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114661630575219844?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114661630575219844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114661630575219844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114661630575219844' title='Effing Crazies!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114657604582205180</id><published>2006-05-02T10:24:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-05-02T10:50:45.840-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Great Interview</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I decided to hit the ol' Job Bank website and apply for some jobs. I haven't been applying to any in about a month or more. I lost all hope there for a while. I took my chances yesterday and found some secretary jobs and applied to them. I came across one for a medical clinic that wanted someone with 6-9 years experience, so I clicked out of it, but then I thought what's the harm. So I applied and about a half hour later I got a call back. I was so caught off guard when she called. She told me that it was on Empire Drive, across the road from the men's curling club, just past Churchill Square. I thought to myself, Churchill Square, that's near Ropewalk Lane that's too far, I'd have to take two buses, blah blah blah. I told her that I wouldn't be able to make it for 2:00. She said that she would keep my resume on file and should the other cannidates not work out she'd call me. I was off the phone with her for about 5 minutes and thought, what the fuck am I talking about!! Churchill Square is just right there. A 10 minute bus ride at most!! So I called her back and left a message saying that I could make it and for her to call me back. I called my nanna, feeling so stupid for turning down the appointment. I didn't think that she would call me back. Nanna told me, "Jenny, if it's ment to be, it will be." Not long after I spoke to Nanna, the lady did call me back. She was on her lunch break. So I hoped on the 1:40 bus, the bus driver wasn't sure where it was either. We came to the turned off where I had to walk, and he told me to keep walking straight down over the hill, don't turn off anywhere, just go straight and you'll see it. I did what he told me and sure enough I found it. There was one other girl sitting across from me who was there to be interviewed as well. Usually I feel intimidated by this, but not this time, just because I felt that I was dressed better then her. Hee hee Shockin'. Oh well.  The lady who interviewed me was great, and didn't ask me any stupid questions! Which I loved. I have a good feeling about this interview and about the lady who interviewed me. She said that I should hear something this Friday or next Friday. The doctor may want a second interview just so he can see who she liked I guess. Fingers crossed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114657604582205180?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114657604582205180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114657604582205180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114657604582205180' title='A Great Interview'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114479202881717540</id><published>2006-04-11T19:10:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T19:17:08.840-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Still drinkling</title><content type='html'>It's after 7 pm now. Teena and I was downtown all afternoon. We walked the streets for a while. We walked down to the Spur and the fuckin' thing was closed until Wednesday. I was surprised. We walked up the street somemore and we walked into the Rose and Thistle. We had a beer each. After that, we went to KFC. Caught a bus and went home. I stopped into Irving for a half case and here I am. Sheldon will be home soon. I should jump in the shower before him comes home. That's it for me. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114479202881717540?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114479202881717540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114479202881717540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114479202881717540' title='Still drinkling'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114477211823542408</id><published>2006-04-11T13:06:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:45:18.306-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Drinking</title><content type='html'>I'm having a few beers here today. I started around 11:30ish this morning. Some shockin'. i was having a few drinks by myself last night. I started at 8:00 and finished around 12 i spose it was. Sheldon and I watched the movie Just Like Heaven. I saw it in theaters by myself when it came out. Sheldon had said that he wanted to see it, so we rented it. He said he liked it. I liked it too. We watched the movie Brokeback Mountain Sunday night. It was a good movie. The ending was so sad, but I expected something like that to happen. Anyway, we've got one movie to watch left. It's called Waiting. I guess we'll watch that one tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Chentelle and Kelly may be coming over later when they're done paying bills. I can't call Teena since her phone isn't working properly. I did email her though. I wanted to go out walking around downtown today. The whether is so beautiful here today. I want to be out in it.!! If Lesley was here buddy she'd go with me........Yayyyyy Teena just called me. We're goine out.&lt;br /&gt;Bye now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114477211823542408?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114477211823542408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114477211823542408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114477211823542408' title='Drinking'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114376137763733933</id><published>2006-03-30T19:41:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:59:37.676-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Work! Work! Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are having a clearance sale at work for the past two weeks and its going to end on April 6th. Everyday is worse then Chirstmas. It's wicked, wicked, busy. There's always at least 4 or 5 of us on at a time. Now it is anyway. When it first started there was only 3 on. That just wasn't enough to cover it. So when an extra body is needed, who do they call, good 'ol dependable Jenn. I haven't had a day off since I don't know when. Yesterday was my only day off for this week, and I was called in for 5:30 - 10:30. I could have said no, but there was seriously no one to cover it. We've got 3 girls on from LaSenza for the next couple of days plus ours. I saw the schedule for next week and there are no days booked off for me at all. The store is going to be closed down for a month for renivations, during that month the full time people are supposed to be shipped somewhere. No one knows yet, Wanda just hasn't had to time to sit down with each one of us and go over the details. I don't know whats going to happen. I'm thankful for the hours though, I'm just exhausted is all. I've got 49 hours put in this week. And any hours worked over 40 is time and a half. This week and last week (31 hours) is going to be on my next pay check. It's going to be a good pay. I'll have name brand name cheese whiz next week buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was at work from 7:30 am to 5:00 pm today. I'm doing laundry right now. I swiffered and put away a few dishes that Sheldon had washed this morning before he went to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sheldon is off tomorrow, I'm working from 5:30-10:30. You wait and see, I'll be called in for 1:30, thats what's been happening for the longest time now. I hope that when April 6th is over with that I have at least a day or two off before I start the next thing, what ever that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was talking to my brother, Jeffrey, online tonight, and he sent me a video of him and another girl having a skipping contest at a bar in Grand Falls called Mingals. I'm not sure how to spell that. But I know that it's not spelt Mingles, or maybe it is. Anyway, Jeff said that some girl had taken it on her digital camera. It's so cool. Now I can see Jeff when ever I want! He didn't win the contest though. The first time he got caught up in the rope was because his pants were coming down. He stopped to pull them up, and started again, and he was skipping, and skipping, the announcer was all like oh he's a real Rockie Bow Bowa. I guess that's spelt correctly. Y'all know what I'm trying to say anyways. He got caught up in the rope a second time and gave up. It was fun to watch. Jeff told me that he was loaded doing that. He did pretty good for someone loaded I tell ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's it for me tonight. I got to get back to my laundry. Survivor tonight baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114376137763733933?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114376137763733933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114376137763733933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114376137763733933' title='Work! Work! Work!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114290020807984079</id><published>2006-03-20T20:40:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:46:48.090-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The news report</title><content type='html'>According to the news there were four people involved, two guys, two girls. One pair was husband and wife, it was not specified the relationship of the other two. The only survivor was the brother of the husband. The girl traveling with him was 18 years old and her body was the only one found so far. A fella from the search and rescue team doesn't feel confident that the other two bodies will be found due to the current and the fact that the body of water is next to the ocean. So I'm guessing that he, like everyone else I suppose, assumes that they haven't found them so far probably because they have drifted on out in the ocean. The ocean! The fuckin' ocean! Can you believe this shit. They are still out there. Mom and I were saying its all bad enough that they died but to not have a body just makes it worse. The husband and wife had no children I found out, but they were trying. That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114290020807984079?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114290020807984079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114290020807984079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114290020807984079' title='The news report'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114288731885172718</id><published>2006-03-20T17:00:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:13:18.560-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(from the vocm news report)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Search Continues for SnowmobilersMarch 20, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The search continues today in central Newfoundland for two snowmobilers who went through the ice near Peterview. RCMP say four people headed out Saturday night on three snowmobiles, but only one person survived the ordeal.The body of an 18 year old woman from the Peterview area was located, but the bodies of a husband and wife from the Bishop's Falls region have yet to be recovered. Corporal Rick Grant says they hope an RCMP dive team can get into the water today. He says the dive team needs a steady platform to operate from so they have asked for a hovercraft to assist in the effort. Grant says crowds of onlookers headed to the area yesterday which upset the families and hampered search efforts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife that is still missing was a friend of mine. They are still not releasing their names on the news yet, so I don't feel right by saying who there are here. Mom called me and told me yesterday. I'm still in shock. I can't believe she's dead. Shes about a year or two younger then me. We've known eachother since Helen Tulk Elemtary school. I won her brothers' hockey jersey from Inglis. I had him sign it. I don't know if she had any children. I hope not. It would be an even more tradegdy. I'm waiting for the six o'clock news this evening, hopefully there will be more information. I can't belive shes not found. She's still in the water! The freezing cold water! She should not be there!&lt;br /&gt;I will not be home for the funeral. We weren't best friends, but we were friends. We lost touch after high school. We only saw eachother once or twice in the mall in Grand Falls. Her husband was working as security there. He was her boyfriend, then later on a fiance at that time.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I hope they are found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114288731885172718?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114288731885172718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114288731885172718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114288731885172718' title='Missing'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114216930404435937</id><published>2006-03-12T09:23:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:45:39.646-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The sun is blastin' through here today. It's about bloody time. We had freezing rain, then fog, then rain all day yesterday. Some of the snow is starting to melt. It's going to take more then a day of rain to get rid of it all thats for sure!&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be my weekend off. I got called into work yesterday for a 4:30-10:30 shift. Two of the girls called in sick. One of the girls asked for the day off, so that just left me. If I had said no then Kim, my manager, would have to come back at 10 to close the store. She already worked all day. I wouldn't do that to her, whether she was pregnent or not. This week I picked up 11 hours. How friggin sweet is that? Last week I picked up 9 hours. I'm going to have a good check next pay day. I'll certainly need it too.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I had plans to go grocery shopping last night, since I worked night shifts Thursday and Friday. When sheldon got off work, he picked up half of them. I'm going to get the other half today. He picked up the cake that he wanted. I decorated it today. It's hiding in the bottom of the fridge. He won't look. I wrapped all the birthday presents yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get out of the mall until 10:28 pm. Which ment that I had missed the 10:25 bus. No doubt it came early. So I just sat and waited patiently in the bus shelter until the 11:25 bus came. During the wait time, there was a car across the parkinglot just sitting there with two people in it. I tried not to pay too much attention to it, as you know my imagination runs wild. Espically on a Saturday night, out in the dark all by myslef. Anyway, the car finally started then it made a turn and went further up the parkinglot up towards toys r us then came back down again. It kept stalling out a little, and they kept reving the gas. It made a few more circles like that. Then finally parked again for a few minutes. I started to get a little bit nervous. It was about 11:05 up to this point. As you can tell, I kept looking at my watch. hehe. My phone was beeping at me indicating that the battery was soon to die. I didn't want to call Sheldon back incase something did happen and my phone died just before. I kept picturing something would happen and if I called sheldon I may be locked in a trunk with a dead cell phone battery and that would be no good to me. LOL. I said enough of this, I stood outside of the bus shelter and by then the car had gone the other way down past Sears. I watched it until I couldn't see the tail lights anymore. A small sigh of relief came over me. About a minute later the car came back. It was a little more closer to me this time as it passed. I knew there were two people in the car the whole time, and I knew the person in the passenger side was a male. When the car passed me this time, I could see that the driver had really long hair. It went past me again, at this point I was wondering if the driver could be a girl. They went by one more time, and it was indeed a girl in the dirver seat. They boyfriend was trying to teach her how to drive a stick shift. Well what a fool I felt, and a hugh feeling of relief. Shortly after I figured out what was on the go, they parked and switched sides and then left. It was almost bus time now and there were more people coming out of the mall, starting vehicles, and walking out the parkinglot. Basicly, scaring the crap out of me since I was just waiting for something, almost anything to happen. Nothing did happen which I'm VERY greatful for. Then finally, the bus came. When I finally reached my destination, I walked to Irving, bought some milk, a Bucko, a sub, and a crossword, which I won a free ticket on. I have to pick that up today.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Gonna hop in the shower then get some grocery shopping done. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114216930404435937?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114216930404435937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114216930404435937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114216930404435937' title='&lt;strong&gt;Finally Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114200776507362853</id><published>2006-03-10T12:36:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:52:45.133-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I had a job interview today for a Canadian Credit something or other. It's basicly a call center of 14 people, they call debtors and tell them or 'remind' them I should say, that they owe money, and if they don't pay it then their services will be shut off or legal action will be taken against them. Yeah, a one hour long interview and I'm not going to bother with the job. The man who interviewed me was great! He gave me a lot of insite on what most employers are looking for. For example, he pointed out some things to me on my resume that's really irrelivant. I will have to fix my resume up later on. I felt that this was one of the best interviews that I've been on. He gave me a lot of information and insight. During the interviewing process, I used the word 'staggering'. Hahahaha.  Anyways i'm not going to bother with the job. I'm going to keep looking for my "office job" and stick to the one I have now. My hours should pick up soon.....I hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When I got home from the interview today, I noticed that we have to shovel a path to the meter, so that we don't get another 'estimate' on our lightbill, and that we get an actual reading. There is no way that our light bill should be $142. Which is what it was last time. I mean, there's only two of us here. The washer and dryer is only used once a week for two loads, and the dryer nevers goes it's full cycle. The dish washer is only used once a week as well. The bastards are going by an estimate from the bill before that one, which was really high, but that was only because we had a crowd here for a while, which was expected. Sheldon and I will be at that later on. I'm going to start some now before I go to work. Sheldon is working right now. When he comes home I'll be gone to work, but as far as I know I'm off this weekend. Not a cent of money to me name though. Thats only due to the lousy 25 hours a week at work. There is good news though, I did pick up an extra 14 hours on this pay check coming. Wooohoooo. Oh yes, I have to remember to pick up candles for Sheldon today too, before I goes to work. I've got the decorations, we're going to pick up the cake tomorrow, I've got the gifts, (not wrapped yet though), and I've got a little plan that I'd like to get everyone in on for Sheldon's birthday. I will be calling everyone to tell ya when the time comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;That's it for me today. I'm starving now. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114200776507362853?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114200776507362853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114200776507362853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200776507362853' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114176317410105112</id><published>2006-03-07T16:36:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:56:14.153-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Horse Nipples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sheldon and I just came home from downtown. We went down to pay the $3.19 balance on the oil bill from last week. The weather was pretty shitty at first. The wind was cold and it was snowing a little bit earlier. Anway, after we come out of Harvey's, we walked to Tim's, then continuted our walk down Water Street. The fuckin' bums out as usual. They make me so nervous, and I hate passing them, not giving them any money. I gave change before. I still would if I had in my pocket ready to go I guess. I didn't want to dig through my purse for it. We walked through George Street. That was quiet as a mouse, it was nice. We went back to Water Street and started to make our way to the Bridal Salon, all that was in there was prom dresses. The next stop was The Model Shop. Three floors in there. The first floor was tux's, the second prom dresses, the third was wedding dresses. I found a dress thats almost exactly what I was interested in. The lady said that this dress just came in and asked if I wanted to try it on. Of course I did! Wedding dresses are really heavy. It was beatiful. The back was like a corrset. The lady did it up for me and I couldn't move in the dress, which is perfect. I don't want my dress to be lose. The price was $1179. The dress is called Grace Ann. This was my first experience with wedding dresses. Next year I will look and buy a dress. I am in desprate need to lose a few pounds. I'm NOT going to be this big at my wedding. Fuck dat! Once I had the dress on, the ladies asked me did I want to go look in the big three sided mirror. Sheldon was down that way, he took off into a room there on the side. I couldn't believe what I was wearing. I didn't stand there too long, I went back in the dressing room, the lady undid the corresset in the back, then left me to getting undressed and dressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After all that, we mossied on to the bus stop across the street from The Spur. I called mom while we were waiting, no answer there. I decided to call the next best thing, my Nanna. She was home. She said she was in the middle of mixing up some 'horse nipples'. That's what I thought she said. I made her repeat it twice, and I still couldn't understand what she was saying, so I said, "are you saying horse nipples?", she laughed a bit and said "no, Pork Shintizel". Very good I said. Then the bus came. When we got home, I called Sheldons mom and told her about the experience also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teena is supposed to go to the model shop some time when we're both off. I'm looking forward to that for sho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's it for now. Take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114176317410105112?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114176317410105112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114176317410105112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114176317410105112' title='&lt;strong&gt;Horse Nipples&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114134349357154857</id><published>2006-03-02T20:16:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:21:33.643-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Afterward......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tish came for the rent about a half hour ago. She was non too impressed that there wasn't a path shoveled for her to get to the door. The snow isn't past your ankles too far. She said that it was up to her knees and that she almost never came in. Maybe it's almost up to &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt; knees. Not anyone else's. She musn't worry though. After Survivor tonight, Sheldon and I will shovel a little path. I was just out there for about 10 minutes and cleared the door and a little of the walk-way. Geeeeesss woman, chill the fuck out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I forgot to mention before, last night I was in the room watching the NTV Evening News, and the lucky numbers came up on the screen. I boot it to the living room to get the tv guide and I boot it back to the room, I just caught the first three digits of the last set of numbers, and they matched up to that point of what I had on the guide. I missed the last few numbers. So I called the station and gave them my name, phone number, and number on the guide. The lady said she didn't have the numbers in front of her, but she would forward the info to whoever and get back to me today. I never did get a call, so I guess I didn't win. Oh well. Better luck next time I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114134349357154857?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114134349357154857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114134349357154857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114134349357154857' title='Afterward......'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114133796020194767</id><published>2006-03-02T17:43:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:49:20.246-03:30</updated><title type='text'>So Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I figured it's time for an update. Plus I need something to do so I can put off making dough for a pizza for Survivor tonight. I hate trying to make dough, it never rises right for me and it's nothing but a mess trying to get it to form into dough. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm getting a few more hours this week. I pick up a three hour shift yesterday, and a five hour one today. What a busy day I had yesterday! I got up with Sheldon to get the Route 5, he was going to work, I was headed downtown to go to Harvey's oil. Since the account is not in Sheldon's name we had to pre-pay for any oil that we wanted to order. That was fine with me, I haven't been downtown in a while. It was blowing a gail down there. I wasn't in the office no more then 5 minutes, and the snow started. Oh crap!, I thought. I was also gald I wore a sweater under my coat instead of a blouse. When sheldon did call the day before to order the oil, some contrary bitch from the company was accusing us of using oil from another company, just because it was June when we ordered some last. Sheldon told them we have only ever ordered from Harveys. Sure we didn't turn on any bloody heat until October 31st. That's when we started using the "June oil".  Steve our landlord, was down sholveling out our driveway on Tuesday, and we told him that we wanted to order oil and we asked if he could shovel a path to the tank. He said he would. Sheldon and I had some errands to run, so we went on about our day, and didn't bother to look and see what kind of a path was shoveled.  Anyway, back to yesterday. When I came up from downtown, I got off the bus at the Dominion where Janice used to work, since I was off I was going to have a few drinks for myself. I walked to the liqor store, which was a little further then I had thought, I just finished paying for my 3 bottles of Boones Berry wine, I got a call from work. I left the liqor store and went back to the Dominion to pick up some cheese for supper. We had macaronie and cheese, it was awesome. I walk home, getting splashed everywhere I could, and the snow and wind is blowing all around. Finally, I get home, before I walk in the driveway, I thought to have a look at the path that Steve shoveled. There was no path, just a bit of clearing in front of the tank, but there was no way to get to the tank. LOL So I thought to myslef, that i would have to shovel that when I gets home from work. I got home from work, called the landlord and told them to come get their rent. I crawled over the huge snow drift in the front yard and rolled down the otherside so I could end up infornt of the tank. I started shoveling my way out. The best part was, it only took  me 20 minutes. I didn't get right to the ground, theres just now way, thats all ice now, I just took off what was on top. That was good enough. We got about 25cm of snow last night so, all that work was for nothing. Our oil did come today though. I saw the footprints when i came home from work. I checked the meter. I checked the mail box and there was a slip there saying that I owe an extra $3.19. On my next weekday off, which is Tuesday, I'm going to head on down again and pay it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, this is enough procrastination, I should go on now and make me pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yeah, the landlords still haven't come to collect their rent. Big shockin' surprise there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114133796020194767?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114133796020194767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114133796020194767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114133796020194767' title='So Tired'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-114044642866899348</id><published>2006-02-20T10:28:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:34:36.090-03:30</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alright, my hours have been cut at work. I only get 25 a week, this week I get 26.5 oohhhhh so much. Blah. My manager is going on maternity leave in June, she is currently training an assistant manager. It is mandatory that the manager and the assistant manager have 40 hours each and that's where my hours are going, to the assistant manager! OH my. I'm looking for another job more seriously then before.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have a measley $100 saved for our wedding. The money is coming in so slowly and so little. I need a better job and fast. Sheldon has worked out a budget for himself to have all his cards paid off by this Novemeber. That's including the ring card. That would be great to have the ring paid off so fast. Sheldon was working a half hour overtime in the mornings last week, I'm not sure if he did the same this morning. If it was being offered, I'd say he did.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my mom last night and shes going to call the manager of the Knights of Columbus to get the details about how far in advanced should we book, if a deposit is needed to hold it, and if the ladies that cater there, if they have a menu that I have to choose from or can I tell them what I want and they'll cook it. Mom is working all day today, so it won't be today she says, sometime the week. I'm going to call my Nanna later on in the week and ask her when she goes to church on Sunday to speak to whoever she needs to speak to there, to get me the same info about booking and such.&lt;br /&gt;Mom was telling me that a plate of food may cost $8 to $10 each. If I have 100 guests, then thats $800-$1000. Oh my goodness! Weddings are never cheap, and I knew that, but just the food alone seems to be a lot. Well, it may not be, I don't have a dress yet, or even one picked out. That could be a bigger price, who knows. Oh dear. So much planning. We haven't really started much planning yet, just throwing ideas at eachother really. I have got to lose a lot of weight before I get a dress.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I already have a guest list made. His isn't so big as mine, so I was on the phone with mom last night trying to cut it down. After I got off the phone with her, I went from 123 to 100. It will be looked at again and the final number may be 94. I took a realistic look at the list and only 63 out of that 100 may show up. Some of them an invitation needs to be sent to them to include them. Like a a few of my dads sisters and one of his brothers, I have doubts that they won't come, but an invitation needs to be sent. Now everyone is supposed to RSVP me back, so then I can have a real count of plates for the supper. The rest that were cut off the list will get invitations to the church and the dance. We are having an open dance. Oh my. I'm very worried about having all of this in Bishop's Falls. Sheldon was thinking of getting married in town, I wouldn't mind that either but none of my family would make it out here. Whereas theres a better chance of Sheldon's relatives being able to get to Bishop's. Oh my, it's so overwhelming and we haven't started anything yet. I worries way too much, and I can feel a weight on me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm getting through the laundry here today. I've also got to go down to work on my day off to pick up keys AGAIN! I gotta go and pick up my fleece pants there today anyway. I left them there Saturday night. My boss was giving me a ride home, so when I went out back as normal to put on my gear, I brought my pants out as far as the cash desk and was going to take them in my arms. Well I left them there by accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sheldon and I went to a party Saturday night. One of the girls from his work was having a birthday party. It was fun. I met a lot of people and bumped into one girl who I used to work with at Help Desk Now in Grand Falls. She is having a party this weekend for her boyfriend birthday. Anyway, we got shit faced, came home around 2:30, had some really good Kraft Dinner, and went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After today, I'm working the rest of the week. Mostly little shit shifts. I think tomorrow morning is my only 8 hour shift. I don't have the schedule up to Sunday yet, I got a good feeling that I will be put on to work Sunday. I've had the last few Sunday's off. I am always working Saturday night too, but the assistant manager gave me a break and has me working 11:00-6:00 this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's it for me. I must go on now and finish the laundry, and sweep up the floors. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-114044642866899348?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114044642866899348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/114044642866899348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114044642866899348' title='An update'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-113588039464040227</id><published>2005-12-29T14:20:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:49:54.710-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Here's all the news</title><content type='html'>On December 23rd, Sheldon and I got engaged!!!!!!! I didn't believe him at first. I thought he was playing a trick on me. He popped the question and I said yes! We come out of the room, and his dad was the first person we ran into. Lesley was gone to work, Debbie,  Tammy, Norm and Doreen was here. I held my hand up, and Norm hugged me and Sheldon, then everyone came down the hall and everybody was hugging everyone. It was wonderful. Shortly after that I had to go outside for a smoke. Tammy took the dog out. I figured by now that Mike may have texted Lesley and told her the good news. I called her cell and I was going to leave a screaming message, but she picked up. I told her that I was engaged! She just stopped and said "To who?" Hahahaha it was priceless. I didn't really answer her, I didn't really know what to say. LOL. She said congradulations. And called me back when she was on her break. She was shocked. I was shocked! HOly crap.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was my birthday. It was a wonderful day. I was given some wonderful gifts. Lesley, Mike, and Doreen made me an ice cream cake. It was absolutely delicious. Everyone decorated for my Birthday too. I loved it. I had a lot to drink that night. A full flask. Debbie kept making me drinks and I kept swigging them back. Apparently I was tellin' some stories. Dave called me and I wasn't sure the next day if I was talking to him or if I dreamt it. LOL. Doreen said that I was swearing like a sailor. Some shockin'. It was intentional. The next day Lesley woke us all up at 6:45 I was still drunk. I was more dizzy then anything. I got a lot of wonderful gifts. I slept off and on all day. I had a shower and i was tipsy in there too. Once I got out and got dressed, I wasn't dizzy anymore, just sick. It was still a good day. On boxing day, I lazed around and watched my Full House DVD, Season 2. I only watched the first two cd's and the day was just about over.&lt;br /&gt;I was back to work the next day, showing off my ring. OH yeah, Mike gave a Lesley a beautiful ring for Christmas. He was trying to explain me how it looked a few days before, I could almost picture it, but when I saw it, the ring was much more beautiful. Sheldon got a ring for Christmas too. His parents bought gave it to him. Doreen showed it to me a few days before. Some nice!&lt;br /&gt;I got a bottle of tequila for Christmas too. I want all of us to polish that off on New Years Eve. Sheldon and I are off on New Years Day so we won't worry about the drinking. Lesley has to work, but I don't think that the drink will bother her. She said she can go to work on 4 hours sleep. Wicked! Let's drink. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now. OH yeah wait a second. On the 23rd, I was at work just starting my lunch break. I went into Lawtons to buy a bottle of water to go with my lunch. While I was in the lineup, you'll never guess who was in front of me. Mark Critch. You know, one of the guys from This Hour has 22 Minutes. He's a newfoundland comedian. I've seen him on the Halifax Comedy Festival, and a few other comedy shows like that. He's hilliarious. I got his autograph while in the line up. He wrote "Merry Christmas Mark Critch".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats it for now. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted 2:50 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-113588039464040227?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/113588039464040227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/113588039464040227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113588039464040227' title='Here&apos;s all the news'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-113353769219873425</id><published>2005-12-02T11:36:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:05:59.786-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I spose it's about time for an update. Work is getting stressful. My new manager has been giving me a lot of nightshifts this week. I guess its so I can finally get used to closing myself. I keep frigging it up and panicing so much when I do. It takes me for friggin ever to get out of the store on those nights! I was brought to tears one night. OH lord! I've been selling a lot of our discount cards at work lately as well, and my managers' boss has noticed this and is happy with me, but now my "card quota" is upped one more then everyone else, all becuase I had a good week. They are hard to sell this time of year. No one wants to pay $20 for a card that will entitle you to save 10% off your purcheses. You're just basicly saving the taxes. It's a good thing I guess if you're a frequent customer. I work from 6:30-11:30 tonight, which means I have to get a cab home. Another $12 got out of my pocket. It may be more actually becuase of the lights at that time of night. Saturday I'm working 3:30-6:30. This is a good shift. I don't have to close! I don't know if i'm working on Sunday yet. I was off yesterday when the new schedule was done. Sunday we're having a shopping party. The store is going to be a total mess at closing. I suck at closing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I got up 6:50 this morning to bring moms parcel up to Irving on Stavanger Drive to put it on the DRL bus for delivery. It only cost me $17 and change. The girl was all like, *sighs* u want to put that on the bus. We said yes. She didn't measure it or weigh it. She asked Sheldon, who was holding the box, "how much do u think it weighs?" He said about 15 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. We had a coffee and watched the bus go off at 7:30. I wanted to get on that bus and go home so bad. I haven't been home since May. I was home for Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas shopping is almost done. I have 2 or 3 things left to pick up next pay check and thats it!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-113353769219873425?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/113353769219873425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/113353769219873425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113353769219873425' title='Update'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-113076377223724184</id><published>2005-10-31T14:02:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:32:53.133-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Starting a Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've got another night shift tonight. I hate those. The only part I hate is trying to get everything done and still make the 10:25 bus, which we all i know I had some trouble doing the first two weeks working there. Last week I was lucky enought to get it each time. One night, the bus happened to be 20 minutes late, due to some kind of accident that happened down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On Saturday night, Sheldon and I went to the Just for Laughs concert at the Convention center. It's not a very big place at all. Not like I thought it was going to be, but it's still nice inside. All of the comics were hilliarious. Shaun Majumder was my favorite. He was the host of the show, and rightfully so, being from Burlington NL. The same place Sexy Rexy is from. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was snapping pictures all night until the batteries wore out. There was an intermission after the first four comics. Shaun and the last comic that was just up on the stage were there on the side stage, I could see them through a little space between the end of the curtain and the pole holding them up. I saw a girl get up from the audience and just walk back there. She took a picture of Shaun and the other guy. I was stood up there looking in between that space between the cutain and the pole. I wanted to go back there too, I swear to God I almost did. After I had sat down, the comics when behind a door back stage. By this time Sheldon had come back from attempting to get a drink. I told him what was on the go, and how I regretted so much that I hadn't gone back there. I felt so bad. I knew I would never have the opportunity to do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As the last two comedians were on stage, I saw Shaun peaking out through the curtain, litterly next to us where we were sitting. I waved and pointed at my camera then to me and then to him. He had whispered something, I couldn't hear, so I went up to him and said "What?" He said "After the show". I said ok, and I was satisfied with that. I thought to myself, even if I don't get the chance to meet him after the show, what had just happened was good enough for me. I was some excited and enjoyed the rest of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As Shaun promised, we met eachother after the show. He shook my hand and asked me what was my name. I said Jennifer, he said "Hi I'm Shaun". I told him that I was a big fan of his, that I've been watching him for years. As well, I told him that my friend Cory does an excellent impression of him. Shaun laughed and said "People are doing impressions of me? That's hillarious" I told him that it was really hard to get off work tonight to come see you. He said "Thanks for coming". Then he and I posed for the picture that Sheldon took. He left then to speak to other fans who were gathered around. He is so nice and I couldn't get over how polite his was. He's a lot muscled then I thought, and he's also a lot shorter then I had expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was practly dancing my way out of the center, I felt like I was floating. When we got to the lobby, I called mom and told her what just happened. She was very happy. As Sheldon and I were walking down to the bus stop, I called Cory to tell him what happened. He was very excited and happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yup, so this is my second celebrity pose. LOL. I think I'm going to start a collection. The next one I want is to be pictured with Rex Goudie. If it's the last thing I do! I'm sure Shaun can hook me, since we're pals and all now. Hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-113076377223724184?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/113076377223724184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/113076377223724184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076377223724184' title='&lt;strong&gt;Starting a Collection&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112990456760050958</id><published>2005-10-21T16:22:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:52:47.606-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Work today</title><content type='html'>I've got to leave for work soon so there will probably be 101 spelling mistakes in this since I don't have time to proofread. Is that one word or two?&lt;br /&gt;Anway, I'm working another night shift. It's only one extra then normal, but it makes a big difference. I'm tired of missing the 10:25 bus then having to wait for the 11:25. I'm sure I mentioned that in my last post. My feet have been swollen for two days. Not so bad today, but you just wait until I get to work. I'm contrary today becuase I'm not smoking is all. I smoked when I started my job  and now I have it put back down again. I'll be fine tho. I want to lose 20 pounds before Christmas. I didn't start off too well by eating pop corn and cereal last night. You're not supposed to have anything to eat after 6. Nothing! Oh well, I did it before, I can do it again.  It was really hard tho, going to sleep with pangs in my belly. It eventually goes away. Well that's it for me today. Tomorrow is a day shift, thank God. I don't see too much of those. The new schedule was done yesterday, I can't wait to get into work to see it. I betcha I'm working this Sunday. Dosen't matter anyway I spose, Sheldon is working it too.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112990456760050958?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112990456760050958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112990456760050958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990456760050958' title='Work today'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112929117941305677</id><published>2005-10-14T14:00:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:29:39.486-02:30</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today is day 4 of my new job. I like it. I tend to get a little frustrated when looking for bras and sometimes they look almost exactly the same but they are different, therefore, they are different in price. And when people ask me what's the difference between the bras I don't know, color maybe, price? I don't know these things yet. I'm not expected to know everything yet, but I can't wait until I come to the point where I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I did my first bra fitting last night. I was a little nervous, but it was fine. I hope I don't have to do those too often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We have a sidewalk sale on the go now and of course I was put out front to keep an eye on it. Oh that was so boaring. I bet people thought I was some annoying, coming out and asking can I help them with anything when they got to the table. I'm sure they just wanted to have a peaceful look. Apparently we get a lot of shoplifters. Steal the damn stuff, that's less shit for us to clean up after work then we can get the hell home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I normally finish close to 10:30. The first night shift I did, the 10:25 bus was still there waiting. I had to miss it, becuase Sheldon was going to be on the next bus to meet me. He would have gotten off that one and we would wait for the 11:25 bus. He missed the 11:05 bus and was sitting on the 11:25 waiting for me. Last night we were a little later closing the shop. Twenty to eleven I finally get to the food court to check to see if the bus is there, and of course it's long gone by then. So last night I had to wait for the 11:25 bus again. I'd say I'll be doing that on most nights. Thats just a pain in the arse because it's almost midnight before I get home. Last night the bus driver was driving so bloody slow. He was slowing down just befor he got to a green light and he was doing the speed limit. I was like what the hell dude, this is your last run for the night, don't you want to get it over with? I fuckin' would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was only working for 3 hours last night, so I could be shown in greater detail all the things needing to be done for closing. It's a lot of little things and I know I'm going to fuck it up a few times. I hope I don't though, cuz it will take all night to fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Winter time is going to be hard I'd say. Waiting at night for the bus I mean. You are only supposed to work two night shifts a week, I've been put on three so that I can be trained on how to close the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm working 12-5. I don't know if I'm off on Sunday yet. I doubt I will be. Heather dosen't have the schedule done yet. I assume she will have it done today. Oh yeah, and they have benefits there too. The same as we had at Convergys. 80% coverage on medical, dental, and glasses. Of course we cannot forget my 25% discount on everything. Even on 20% off everything in the mall night, my discount is added to that. 45 big ones. What a sweet deal! My lord I'm some tired. I should have went back to bed after Sheldon left for work this morning. OH my, another 8 hours on my feet again today. I can't wait until I'm used to that to. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's it for me. Take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112929117941305677?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112929117941305677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112929117941305677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112929117941305677' title='&lt;strong&gt;New Job&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112809684031422813</id><published>2005-09-30T18:14:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-09-30T13:44:00.370-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Discounts for everyone!</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday of this week, I had an interview with LeSenza, I have no idea how to spell it, but you know what I mean. During the interview I found out that it was mainly for a part time position. In the interview I had stressed to Wonda, the person interviewing me, that I was more interested in full time. Yesterday, I got a call from Wonda asking me was I still interested with a full time position, I told her yes. She said theres a full time position available at Silk &amp; Satin in the Avalon Mall and they want someone to fill it immediately, but I would have to talk to the manager of the store before anything was offical. Wanda set up an appointment for me this morning at 9am to speak with Heather. She is a very nice person and funny too. She interviewed me in the food court, I bought her a tea and I had a coffee. She told me she liked me, and that everything Wonda told her was right. The job is 40 hrs a week GUARENTEED! The pay is 7 something an hour, that's up to Wonda to decided apparently. At the end of the interview, Heather told me I have the job. I put my 1 week notice into Convergys today. I know that this job is a step down inreguard to money. I worked it out, that at 7/40hr I'll be taking home the same amt, actually a few dollars more then I'm bringing home now at a part time job. I know that I wouldn't be able to go back to Convergys full time, I just know that I couldn't. My mental health cannot take it. I want to work a 40hr job that won't drive me to the loonie bin or bring me to tears, like Convergys has so often. I know I'm not the only one!&lt;br /&gt;My last day at Convergys will be on Tuesday. I start my new job on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;That's it for me for now. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112809684031422813?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112809684031422813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112809684031422813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112809684031422813' title='Discounts for everyone!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112798622632384119</id><published>2005-09-29T11:29:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-09-29T07:00:26.330-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Tatto Feaver</title><content type='html'>Lesley got a tatto last night. She asked Sheldon and I if we would go with her. I was excited..so was Les, she was dancing around waiting to catch the bus to go. God love her. So we got down to Black Rose around 7:20ish and the place was locked up. Lesley called and called buddy who was going to do her tatto and got no answer. Previous to going down Lesley had told the man that she would be there around 8ish. We figured that maybe he wouldn't be there until then, so we went to Subway to pass some time. While Sheldon was paying for his food, Lesley and I were sat down at the table and this crazy man bangged like a savage on the window and waved at Lesley, then he sat on the front step of Subway almost like he was waiting for us. There was a cab driver out in the front at the time, and I guess buddy got distracted and started talking to the cab driver. When we left Subway buddy was sat on a bench about 15 away from the store and there was a lady sitting next to him. He said something so we stopped walking and said What? The lady next to him said, "Yes we're at a bus stop now shut up". Thank goodness that was over. I was prepared to use Lesley's umbrella in a very inhumaine manner. I also had a drink in my hands too and when I first saw him, I was going to throw it on him first if I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;We walks back to Black Rose, it's just about 8 Lesley calls again and still now answer. So Lesley said she'll wait a few more minutes then call one more time and that's it. Shortly after 8, Les called him for the last time and she finally got an answer. Buddy had fallen asleep after eating Burger King he later explained to us. &lt;br /&gt;Lesley as very nervous and held my hand the whole time. The guy wasn't very long putting the tatto on her. It looks awesome! Now I want a tatto!!! Sheldon is actually considering it as well. He saw this black snake one and I think it would look very sexy on him. I don't know what I would get, there's just so many things that I consider meaningful to mean that I want them all on me, but I can only get one and a small one at that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now for two days then it's mine and Lesley's forced weekend. I had planned to dust the livingroom while I was off, but Sheldon did that yesterday, so now I don't have to bother with it. Woooohooo. He's some b'y. Thank you Honey Bee.&lt;br /&gt;I bet y'all are wondering why I'm up so friggin early this morning. Well I guess it was playing on my mind during sleep, I have two lottery tickets for last night's draw and I had to get up and check the numbers. I won a lousy $5. Better then nothing I spose. In the first few seconds before I got out of bed, I was thinking of what I would first do with the money. First I would pay off my loan, Mike's loan, and Deb's loan. Then start giving people a sum of money, then paying for a full year upfront for a gym membership. That's when I got up to pee and check the numbers. Oh well, there's another draw on Saturday, maybe I'll try it then. I don't really buy the tickets much, cuz they are a waste of money, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to bed now, and Lesley's alarm clock is going to go off in one minute. Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112798622632384119?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112798622632384119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112798622632384119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112798622632384119' title='Tatto Feaver'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112748399192694238</id><published>2005-09-23T15:59:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:29:51.976-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Still Drunk</title><content type='html'>Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Milk! I'm some shockin' thirsty today! I just ate two pieces of Frying ham and it was some salty. My God, I'm dropping tired all of a sudden. My mom called this morning and woke me up. I think it was 10:30 then. I was trying to open up the phone but my hands were alseep, and I couldn't get to her in time. LOL&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'm seriously still drunk this morning, I can't get over it. I just need to sleep it off some more. After the laundry is done, and the dishes, I'll lie down for a nap. &lt;br /&gt;I had a great time last night. And I hope that the only person I embarrassed was myself. &lt;br /&gt;Teena, Bernadine, Geraldine, Phyllis, and I, went to George Street. We went to a few bars that were absolutely dead. Neither one of them had tequila on special. By the time we got to the third club, I was like fuck this and give me a shot. $4.25 was the cheapest one. What a bunch of shit. I drank a half dozen beer at Teena's before we left. I bought three more beer downtown and Geraldine bought me a shot of tequilla, and Bernadine bought us all two glasses of this drink that had a shot glass in a glass. I can't remember what she said it was called, a glacier, or glazer, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ended up at Greensleeves again, and the same band was playing from the last time we were there. They had a drummer this time. The cutie guitar player was singing up front. From up close he didn't look as good as I thought. I was looking at him from the back of the room the last time I was there. LOL. He got better looking as the night went on. Hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;Someone pointed out "Look Jenn, Jason Greely is here" Well I whipped around and there he was shaking peoples hands. Well, I had to get in on this too. I walked right up to him and said it was nice to meet him and he shook my hand. He sang a few songs with the band and played a bit of the drums later on. Before he left, I asked him for his autograph. He would not sign my boobs so he signed my arm. HAHAHA it was some funnny. Anyway, Nancy, a girl from work, met us down there later on in the night, and she took a picture of me and Jason together. I can't wait to get that one.&lt;br /&gt;I took some pics of my arm last night, I couldn't even see through the damn camra. I took a few more this morning, but I can't get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was some excited about the autograph on my arm, as soon as I got in through the door, I went and woke up Lesley and showed her. I don't remember shutting her door or turning off her bedroom light, I hope I did. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I crawled in the bed over Sheldon and I told him what I had and he was happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where the pen came from, it was like it appeared out of thin air. It was weird. Maybe he keeps one on hand. &lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for me. I need some more sleep. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112748399192694238?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112748399192694238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112748399192694238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112748399192694238' title='&lt;strong&gt;Still Drunk&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112666554658063455</id><published>2005-09-14T04:38:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:24:31.966-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Rexy</title><content type='html'>Everyone Vote for Rex! The lines will close at 1 am but will reopen at 3:30 am Newfoundland time. The number is &lt;strong&gt;1-866-943-6502&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I just came back Irving. We were over there for almost a half hour on the payphone voting. I must have put in 50 votes or more, but I got through everytime! I've been trying like a savage to get through on Sheldon's cell phone, but I keep getting a busy signal everytime. I'm going to keep trying as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else watch Canadian Idol tonight? I think Rex pulled off his best performances tonight. I was wickedly impressed. Anyway, vote Rex Goudie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Again the number is &lt;strong&gt;1-866-943-6502&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.somewhereclosetonowhere.net/IMG_7591.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.somewhereclosetonowhere.net/REX.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112666554658063455?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112666554658063455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112666554658063455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112666554658063455' title='&lt;strong&gt;Sexy Rexy&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112644165640930099</id><published>2005-09-11T14:27:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:03:56.576-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Phyllis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Actually her birthday was on Wednesday, and I've celebrated it twice with her. She's 27. I hope you don't mind me telling your age. Probably too late now anyways. heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teena and I took Phyllis out Tuesday night down to George Street, and we ended up going to Green Sleeves. We had a ball! There was a live band and they were excellent! They played some of todays music, and they also took a lot of requests from the audience, which was requesting old songs, and I loved every one of them. They played Kim Mitchel, Blue Rodeo, The Rolling Stones, one song by The Beatles, and a whole bunch of other songs that I had forgotten about for a while. It was good to hear them again. That place dosen't really have much of a dance floor, so for one really good song, Teena and I got up and danced right next to our table. For the life of me, I can't remember what the song was, Teena can't either. All I remember is that it was really good. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh yes and not long after we arrived there, this old man sat at a table next to us and started talking to Phyllis like they'd known eachother for years. Teena and I asked her who it was she said she didn't know. When I went up to the bar for more drinks, the bar tender asked if that guy was giving us any trouble. I said not yet. He told me to let him know and he'll get rid of him for us. I thought to myself, how nice. I've never experienced that anywhere I've been. I had noticed that the old man had hands just like my dads, and the old man wiggled his fingers and rubbed his hands the same way my dad does when he's drunk. That made me start to feel sad, so I turned my attention back to the band. More like the gutair playter to the far left. He was hot! Had nice tits too! HAHAHAHA. Lesley was over with us for about an hour. She was previously at the Fat Cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, Les had to leave early because she had to work in the morning. The rest of us never got home until 2 in the morning. I had a wonderful time though I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night, Phyllis had a few friends over to her place for a small birthday party. Pretty much everyone showed. Sheldon went with me, and we had a good time. I drank a half case in a little less then two hours and I didn't start to go pee until I was almost done my fifth beer. Needless to say I was pissing all night when I got home. I don't know how many friggin times I had to crawl over Sheldon. Oh my, but it felt some shockin' good to pee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sheldon really liked Phyllis' cat. He was still talking about him this morning. I like him too, he's a good cat. Oh and for anyone wondering his name is "Beau". Phyllis pointed out how to spell it last night. :-) Hes about a year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am up really early for someone who was up as late as I was. Usually after Sheldon leaves for work, I have a very hard time getting back to sleep, so I just decided to get up and start in on a few things around the house. I've got the spare bedroom sheets washed and in the dryer now at this point, I've unloaded the dishwasher, and I washed the load of dishes that were next to the sink and I've got them pretty much put away. All thats left out drying is just a few pans, and two glasses. I changed the garbage in my room. All thats left to do now is make up the bed here in the spare room once the sheets are dry. I'm going to get dressed after that and head out to the mall again. I went yesterday with the intention of going to a movie, but the one I wanted to see didn't start until 2:00, it was 12ish when I got there. So I'll go see it today. I'm thinking about going to seee "The Man" staring Ugene Levy and Samuel L. Jackson. It should be funny. Well thats it for me for now. I will start trying to update more often. I was doing good there for a while. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112644165640930099?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112644165640930099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112644165640930099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644165640930099' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Phyllis&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112566384473255497</id><published>2005-09-02T14:23:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-09-02T09:54:04.753-02:30</updated><title type='text'>RING DAMN IT, RING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today is another day waiting by the phone. I'm getting some laundry done now and once thats done I can turn on the dishwasher. I think I'll straighten my hair today too. It's some shokin' hot here. Job bank hasn't updated their site yet today. It's only 9:33 am yet, so todays jobs are not yet posted. Oh the government jobs are so hard to work!! *Sarcasim, sarcasim, sarcasim!* Sorry, I'm just really impatient today. I called the law office yesterday and I spoke to one of the ladies that interviewed me, right away I called her Michelle and her name is SHELLY!!! It sounded like Michelle when she said it on the phone, I was nervous enough! Anyway, she told me that they were contacting referrences and they will contact me when they make their decision. Thank goodness that this time I will be notified whether or not I have this job. Oh me nerves are shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mike is going away this Sunday and I'm so worried about everyone. Mainly Lesley. Mom told me that I worry too much, and Sheldon got a little frustrated with me yesterday saying that I expects the worst all the time, and this is true. My reason for this is so I'm prepared for anything. I don't like bad surprises. I'm still not sleeping any better, so it's just as well I wait for the time to come and just deal with whats going on then. Everything is going to be ok though. It just will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The copiers at Staples are CRAP!!! The ink was getting low I suppose I dont know how it happened, on my resume (which I printed 100 copies from this place), all look like I made a typo when I typed the word clinic. On the printed copies, it's looks like it's spelt 'ciinic'. I checked what I have here on the computer and it's spelt right. So for some reason, the copier will not print letter (l's) just i's. Piss me right off, because the last interview (Law office) that I had and am waiting for a phone call from, pointed out my spelling mistakes. Oh my. I hadn't even read my resume up until then. You knows what I have to do now then, looked though all me resumes and fix the errors. Now, I still don't have 100 resumes, theres about 30 or more gone from this pile since I got them copied. Oi vay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I plan to get out of the house today. I've been sitting here by the phone for the last two days. Sheldon suggested that I ride on a bus route that I've never been on before. We'll see what happens with that. I just might. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well I must go now and put in my last load of laundry, only two loads. I will update later if I get a call back. Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112566384473255497?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112566384473255497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112566384473255497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112566384473255497' title='&lt;strong&gt;RING DAMN IT, RING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112549097176065397</id><published>2005-08-31T14:22:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:52:51.816-02:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Age you lost your virginity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Band listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing, it's 9 in the morning and Mike and Les are still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dream car?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anything to get me from point A to B without the muffler falling off *shutters, thinking of childhood memory*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dads name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Dennis Olin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Easiest person to make laugh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Food you miss most?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;moms lassaugna, I have no idea how to spell that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Any encounters with ghosts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes, one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Person most hated at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; no one really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Interesting unknown fact about yourself?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I used to play with carpenters when I was little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The first letter of the last person who broke your heart?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Too, too, many. Ex b'f's and friends is what i'm referring too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kissing with eyes opened or closed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;closed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last time you got drunk?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Not sure, I was too drunk to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most memorable moment you can think of in a minute?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When I first moved on Beaumont Heights in Bishop's, me, my little cousins, and my friends, all riding our bikes around the house and the cul de sac, with music coming out from inside my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicknames?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Penny, Lola, Jenny Bear, Betty Ruble, Jenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the most valued possession?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sheldon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Person you're crushin on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sheldon of course. I've also got Canadian Idol boyfriends too Sheldon says. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quote you last heard?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Better safe then sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; What are you allergic to?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lady speed stick, pollen, and dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song u sang last?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Take Me Home Country Road -John Denver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time you woke up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;6:30ish. If I had to work today, I would have slept in. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Underwear you like the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love the look of thongs and lacey sexy panties, but my fave to ware are Granny panties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vegetable you hate most?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spinich and brussel sprouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you the most afraid of?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the dark. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Year you were born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Z &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zodiac sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First best friend:&lt;/span&gt; Sherri-Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;First car:&lt;/span&gt; Go-cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First kiss:&lt;/span&gt; Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First screen name:&lt;/span&gt; Broken Hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First funeral:&lt;/span&gt; My aunt Mables', held in Grand Falls. I was 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First album:&lt;/span&gt; California Raisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First pets:&lt;/span&gt; Tubby (Dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First piercing/tattoo:&lt;/span&gt; piercing when i was 5 mom took me to the Dufferin Mall in Toronto and I got them done there. I remember the lady gave me a sucker becuase i didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First big trip:&lt;/span&gt; Going out to Terra Cotta Park with Nanna and Poppa in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First time skiing/snowboarding:&lt;/span&gt; Skiing at Max Simms Camp with my grade 6 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First concert:&lt;/span&gt; Salmon fest. Thats when Great Big Sea was just starting to get big. I was 13 at the time and mom lied to the lady at the ticket booth and said that I was 12 so that I would get in free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First alcoholic drink:&lt;/span&gt;Wine. I took some of nanna's when i was young, in Toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First ticket violation:&lt;/span&gt; none! :-) Never been caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First date:&lt;/span&gt; Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LASTS-------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last car ride:&lt;/span&gt; with Mike yesterday morning, when we went  to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last time you cried:&lt;/span&gt; All weekend and a little bit on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last movie watched:&lt;/span&gt; A lot like love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last food you ate:&lt;/span&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last item bought:&lt;/span&gt; Shake n Bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last annoyance:&lt;/span&gt; Sheldon not realizing that he had to work at 9:30 on Monday when he worked 9:15. Then left 15 mins early by accident. You can't be doing that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last time wanting to die:&lt;/span&gt; Last week at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last shirt worn:&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday when I got home from work. My new stripped one that I got at Additonelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last alcoholic drink:&lt;/span&gt;  Beer about two Saturdays ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last phone call:&lt;/span&gt; Sheldon calling me when he arrived at work this morning and realizing that he dosen't start until 9:30, and that he was supposed to start that same tim on Monday gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last job:&lt;/span&gt; yuck. convergys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last peircing/tattoo:&lt;/span&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last big trip:&lt;/span&gt; Bishop's Falls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112549097176065397?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112549097176065397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112549097176065397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549097176065397' title=''/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112470322157060461</id><published>2005-08-22T11:33:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:03:42.393-02:30</updated><title type='text'>In the A.M.</title><content type='html'>Sheldon and I saw the movie "The 40 Year Old Virgin" yesterday. It was honestly the funniest movie I have ever seen. I would pay money to go see it again. Absolutely hillarious.&lt;br /&gt;He and I were also supposed to go down town Saturday night. We ended up staying home becuase we started drinking to early, and then were really tired by the time we should have left for the bus. We were looking pertty good too I must say. Sheldon had on his plaid button shirt with a white t-shirt under it. MmmMmmmmm and his hair spiked. I love it when he spikes his hair. I had on a 'skirt' and a white tank top. My hair was done curly, I had one side of my hair in a ponytail and the other side down. I wore a pair of earings that didn't match but looked real good, and I had on black rubber bracelets, and I made a "madonna glove" out of a pair of black pantiehose. I looked very 80's. I loved it! OH well, I'll just have to do it again the next time we go downtown. Right now I should go and brush my teeth and leave for &lt;strong&gt;Convergys &lt;/strong&gt;fuckin shit hole. I hope I get another job soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112470322157060461?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112470322157060461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112470322157060461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112470322157060461' title='In the A.M.'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112349251583044788</id><published>2005-08-08T11:15:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:45:15.886-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>The movie Must Love Dogs was exactly what you would expect from that type of movie. I thought it was good. Sheldon said he could have waited for the DVD, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Work was ok yesterday. It was Sunday anyway so it wasn't what you would call real busy. Today will be though. Hopefully we'll have a team meeting towards the end of the shift like last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to report. I just wanted to fill in the movie part from ou anniversary. I had a great day and I was still wearing the smile on my face when I woke up the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112349251583044788?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112349251583044788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112349251583044788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112349251583044788' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112335381373921125</id><published>2005-08-06T20:43:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:13:33.806-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Canadian Swans!!!</title><content type='html'>Sheldon and I had a wonderful time at the park. It was sparying a little bit of rain when we got off the bus at the Village. We had to wait 45 minutes for our connecting bus, Route 12, so we decided to go into the mall for a bit. When we came out the rain had stopped, but it was still very cloudy. But we didn't care about that. The bus driver was very nice and dropped us off right in front of the park entrance. I took many pictures. What a beautiful park that is. I've never seen anything like it. The pictures taken just doesn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon wanted to sit under a tree right besdie the pond. There were about two dozen ducks there for sure, and two big swans. The fuckers! I thought that this would be a wonderful spot. Sheldon set the blanket down and we started to unpack the cooler. I was unwrapping my sub when one of the swans started to get out of the water and walk up on the grass. I thought, wow, what a perfect camera opportunity. I took a few pics and the damn thing kept walking toward us. He stood right in front of us and hissed. I was scared and stood up. Sheldon stayed sat down and tried to shoo it away. It looked like it was starting to leave, when the second one came up on the grass. They both kinda stayed behind the tree debating weather or not to come around it. The came out around it alright. They came up right behind us. Thats when they started nibbling at the edge of our blanket. I was frightened and excited and couldn't believe that they were coming right up to us. The poor things were hungry thats all. But the two of them  were hissing and scaring the crap out of me. I jumped up again, and Sheldon said maybe we should pack up and move to another spot. I agreed! We relocated and admired the animals from afar. LOL. I must say though that was the best part so far today.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I are going to the movies later on this evening. I want to see the movie Must Love Dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112335381373921125?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112335381373921125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112335381373921125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112335381373921125' title='Attack of the Canadian Swans!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112333674888029887</id><published>2005-08-06T15:59:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T11:29:08.886-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Year Anniversary To Us</title><content type='html'>Before I get into this morning, I would like to update on the weekend gone by. The George Street Festival took place this weekend. My mom and my aunt Renne came in on Saturday afternoon. It was the first time my mom was ever in St. John's. We had a big bbq that day. Robin and Perry came in too, we had a full house. It was great. We all went downtown that night, and long story short, mom and aunt Ren decided to go on their own so we could do our own thing. Around 2:15 Perry wasn't feeling well, so we decided to catch a cab and go home. Sheldon said we should have one walk up and down the street to see if we could bump into mom and aunt Ren to see if they were ready to go home as well. Half way up the street, my aunt Ren found us. She said that mom had been gone an hour ago and she didn't konw where she went. Well I went into an instant panic, one of my worst nightmares come true. I know my mom can take care of herself, but stuff can still happen!! No matter where you are to! Anyway, we went back to Traper John's and we told everyone what was going on and so we all decided to go look for her. Aunt Ren said she would stay on the street and look for her. It was just after 3 when someone said she's probably home, lets get a cab. I was fine with that. Our next problem was getting a cab. We all were litteraly jumping out in front of cabbies and none of them would stop. Well I couldn't believe it! I really started to panic then. I have this fear here in the city any time I go anywhere, I'm sometimes panic thinking that I can't get home. But Sheldon always tells me that I can get a cab at anytime. Well we couldn't this time. By then I had had enough and I didn't care who was around, I started crying. I was so drained and scared, I felt absolutely helpless.&lt;br /&gt;After  trying to get a cab for about an hour, Lesley called Mike and he told her where the best place would be to go and get a cab. We started to walk towards the Delta Hotel when someone saw a cab across the street from where we were walking. God bless this man, he took us home. They're was 6 of us in this cab. A very tight squeeze mind you.&lt;br /&gt;We got home and mom wasn't sitting on the front step. Perry went to the back and checked the bridge and he said he didn't see her. We got in the house and Lesley sat on my bed with me and held me as I cried. After about 10 minutes of that, everyone decided to go to bed. As Perry and Robin and Lesley were headed for the livingroom, we heard knocks on the back door. It was mom. She was on the back bridge the whole time but she was croched away, all balled up in a corner in the dark. That's why Perry didn't see her when he went back there. I was so releaved and so mad at the same time. She went into the bathroom I think before she went to bed, so Sheldon and I were pulling out more comforters out of the closet here in the spare room to put on the bed. Mom was froze. As I was getting mom to bed, aunt Ren showed up. She was frozed to. As the sun just started to peak above the horizon, everyone was finally in bed and the nightmare was over. Not for me tho, I was up in the bed at least another hour crying. My nevers were so shot at this point. I honest  to God didn't know what to do with myself. I certainly couldn't relax and go to sleep. No way.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sheldon, mom, aunt Ren and I went to Signal Hill and took some really nice pictures. Then we walked around downtown for a while. We took them to Our Pleasures. I love that store! That evening aunt Ren wanted to go out of town for a few hours to visit one of her friends. So me, mom and Sheldon went to see a movie. We saw The Island. It was a really good movie. As Sheldon and I were in line getting pop corn I told mom to go ahead, the man who takes her ticket would show her were to go. Sheldon and I went into the movie theatre and she wasn't there. Well me heart sank to me stomach. I said to Sheldon, will my mother stop getting lost this weekend. We found her in the next theatre over. Mom enjoyed herself. I was glad.&lt;br /&gt;Today is mine and Sheldon's 1 year anniversary. We started off with me making us some breakfast in bed, then we exchanged cards and gifts, (I'll talk about those in my next post), and now we are off to Bowerring Park for a picnic. We have to go now and catch the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112333674888029887?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112333674888029887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112333674888029887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112333674888029887' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1 Year Anniversary To Us&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112266988519877178</id><published>2005-07-29T22:43:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:14:45.203-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had an interview today with Avis. A car rental company. I got the phone call late last night. Around 10 actually. I was told to go to Airport Road by the airport. Now in my head, that sounded like Water Street for some God awful stupid reason. I had passed my resume into an Avis office downtown. I showed up there for my interview today. The guy at the desk, who's name I didn't get, called the "big boss" and told him that I was there. So Rod told buddy to do an interview with me. He said that it wouldn't take long, maybe about 20 minutes. Well, the 20 minute interview turned into a 45 minute interview. Nonetheless, it went good. I went out to the bus stop, and had about 25 mins to wait for a bus. So I sat on the bench and waited. Only a few minutes later, a bus stopped across the street, I was trying to see what number it was before I darted across the street. It was the number 5, the one I was wating for, it took off before I could cross. Then 3:05 was the next bus. That one was across the street too, but it didn't stop that time as no one was waiting for a bus on that side of the road. Well, I wanted to cry. Poor ol' Lesley was wating here all day for me so that we could go to Stavanger Drive. Anyway, 3:25 a number 5 bus finally shows up on my side of the road. Of course, my side of the road, the bus was going to go to the Village then turn around and come my way home. At 4ish this afternoon I finally gets home. The guy who interviewed me, said that Rod will want to see me, either later on today or tomorrow morning. It's too late in the day now, so I guess he will call me tomorrow morning, or not at all. I'd say he will call me.&lt;br /&gt;Now the present that I was talking about in yesterdays post was.....A medical terminology book!!!!! How exciting is that??? I was amazed. It's deffinately something that I wouldn't have guessed. This is something that I desperately need. I was so surprised and happy and so thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else??? My mom is coming in tomorrow. My aunt Renee is driving in here for the weekend tomorrow to visit one of her friends and mom is going to get a ride with her. I'm so excited, and a little nervous. Oh my I can't wait. What a busy weekend we're going to have. I mean with the George Street festival, oh yeah, and Perry and Robyn are coming in tomorrow too!!!! Les and I have to go and see Jamie down to the Zone on Sunday night. I think he will be dressing as Cher. I can't wait to see it. I've got my camera all ready.&lt;br /&gt;Well as soon as Sheldon gets home and gets some supper, (a salad), all three of us are going to Stavanger. It may be two yet, depends on if Sheldon isn't too tired after all day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats all the news. Oh one more thing, James' girlfriend is not pregnant. He said he was disappointed but they are going to try for one now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112266988519877178?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112266988519877178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112266988519877178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112266988519877178' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Interview&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112257887216642710</id><published>2005-07-28T21:27:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:00:22.336-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I went to see the &lt;em&gt;Bad News Bears&lt;/em&gt; this afternoon. It was two hours long. This movie is funny, and has a lot of cursing in it. They kids cursed more then me for fuck sakes. Hee hee. I figured the ending would be typical, but it wasn't. It was a good movie, and worth the $7.50 to get in. The guy who sold me the ticket asked me if I was going in myself, I told him yes, he told me thats ok then because there's a lot of "offensive language" in it. Oh man, he wasn't kidding. LOL. Every swear word was said except for Fuck. All in all, it was a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention in my last post, when I went to the mall yesterday, I saw "hacky mchack" sitting at one of the tables eating a slice of pizza. He said he was getting some breakfast before he went to work. He had some pizza sauce on the side of his big fat face, but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him about it. We started talking small talk, and he was looking at my face, but that quickly changed after he squirmed around in his chair a bit, then his gaze was directly at my tits for the rest of the entire conversation. I'm used to that when talking to him. He makes me feel very uncomfortable, but I'm too damn nice for my own good. If it was a cute guy, then I would probably have found it funny. LOL This guy is a real perv, he's always tring to sleep with everyone except his wife. Asshole!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I went to the movies today. I haven't done that in a very long time. Go to a movie by myslef is what I mean. Sheldon and I are going to see a movie, as usual on Sunday. I can't wait. Oh, something else too. Sheldon had ordered something for me a few weeks ago. He said that its not for a special occasion, he just got it on a whim. I can't open it until he gets home from work. I think its a book, judging by the size and shape of the package. :-D I wonder what it is??? Oh I'm so exicted. Sheldon gets off of work at 6:30, I'm going to walk up and meet him again today. He has to pick up a few groceries after work. I had a lend of his air miles card this morning when I picked up mine. I have my own card, but theres hardly a thing on it. Sheldons has more so I'd rather use his and give him the points. I don't shop there as much as he does. He hasn't got much to pick up either, I got most of it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Lesley just sent me some really cool emotiocons. Phillis is going to love them. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;So Lesley is waiting to hear if shes having company this weekend, and I'm waiting to see if my mother is coming in for sure or not. I doubt that she will, but it would be awesome if she did. I'll know as soon as she knows she tells me.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Take care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112257887216642710?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112257887216642710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112257887216642710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112257887216642710' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Movies&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112248455554916825</id><published>2005-07-27T19:16:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:46:56.460-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Downtown Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have discovered that I love downtown in the morning. I went down there very early this morning. I got there about quarter to nine. Right before businesses start to open, and I quickly learned that most places there don't even open until 10 or 10:30. Most of those were stores, and that's not what I was interested in today. I was all dressed up to pass out resumes. I have five left out of 30ish. I went to most law offices on all kinds of streets, I also passed in a resume to Mile 1 Stadium and CBC Radio. There's not much traffic on the go and less people on the streets. Only one homeless lady asked me for a quarter, I honestly didn't have one. I had just enough for bus fare.&lt;br /&gt;The bums are the main reason why I don't go down there by myself more often. I love downtown so much, but they scare me. I'm seriously terrified of homeless people. I was more afraid of being mugged this morning then the bums. I told Sheldon that this morning before I left and he said its too early for that. LOL. Probably true. Plus there was a policeman there walking the streets giving people parking tickets. I thought that was cool. I felt much safer knowing he was there.&lt;br /&gt;When I first got there, I didn't really know where I should go first, so after doing a few circles in a spot. I just started to follow people wearing business suits. A few of them went into the big court house, but there was a sign on the door that said staff only. Eventually, I found my way and after I climbed a few hills and went up a few streets, I found myself on the other side of the court house and the door was wide open back there. So I decided to walk on in. What an old and big space that place is. There's not much furniture at all, just mostly floor. There was a security desk that I saw on the way out. I didn't notice it on the way in, because there was no one sitting there. When you get past that desk and your 'in the building' there's mostly just a hug stair case taking you to the next floor. Its beautiful. And there's and elevator in it. Its for wheelchair access only. Everything looks very old inside. Almost castle like I suppose you could say. Definitely not from this century. As I was walking out, like I mentioned before, there was a security guard sitting at the desk, and he kind of took a double take at me, I think he was a little surprised that I was there, since I wasn't a lawyer or anything. Once you climb the stairs there's just doors to different court rooms. I should have stayed in there longer, but as I was going down the stairs there were two other people climbing up and they were looking at me very strangely, I bet they were wondering what the frig I was doing there. I saw a few more lawyers today, they seem boring and dry. Except for one fella who was very loud and in a rush. I gave him my resume and he said Jennifer is it? I said yes. Then he went on about his story that he was telling as I walked in the door. He was telling it to the two secretaries whose desk's were piled high with file folders stuffed with white and yellow paper. I'd love to do that job. I love paper. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;I hopped on Route 3, went to the Avalon mall to pass out a resume to the dental office there. Then 11:30 I caught the Route 4 and came home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out what I can make for me dinner and I have some sheets in the wash now. I love hanging stuff out on the line. It smells so fresh when its all dried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's it for now. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112248455554916825?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112248455554916825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112248455554916825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112248455554916825' title='A Downtown Morning'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112211119964205948</id><published>2005-07-23T11:33:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-23T07:03:19.676-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>After four lovely days of being away from that dreadful place, I feel well rested, and ready for bullshit situation after bullshit situation. At least the girls at work are not off this weekend, so I won't have to sit by myself again. Sheldon is off this weekend, I wish I was off with him. We'll have a weekend off next weekend. Lesley's off then too. That may be a good time for another yard sale. Who knows. Sheldon brought the idea up to me yesterday, I said it would be a good idea but you have to ask Lesley first. &lt;br /&gt;I got a nice bit of house work done the week. I managed to get all the floors swept, the rug in the livingroom vaccummed, the rug in the porch, and I shook out the mat in the back porch, what a mess came off that. I did all my mine and Sheldons laundry, cleaned up our room, emailed a few resumes, and did some dishes. Normal stuff. I cleaned the bathroom on Sunday. I don't know what the hell I'm rambling on about here. &lt;br /&gt;Sheldon had he day off yesterday. He and I got up early, cooked breakfast and then headed off to the movies. We went to see "Charlie and the Chocolet Factory." It was a good movie. It was very cute and colourful. They changed the ending too, it was all very good. &lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Stavanger Drive. Sheldon bought some new clothes and got his perscriptions filled. We didn't make it to Michael's, which is where I wanted to go. I wanted to make the bus instead. I was really tired when we got home. My feet were killing me, that's what I get for wearing sandals instead of sneakers. I stayed in the bed mostly after that. &lt;br /&gt;Well I must go now and straighten my hair. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112211119964205948?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112211119964205948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112211119964205948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112211119964205948' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112167972412055514</id><published>2005-07-18T11:41:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-18T07:12:04.360-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm Coffee</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for work again. I've just finished straightening my hair and my coffee is almost gone. All I have left to do is brush my teeth. I may ware my sun glasses on the way to work this morning, the sun seems to be blasin' out there.&lt;br /&gt;I had anohter hard time getting up out of bed again this morning. Before the alarm could go off for the third time, I woke myself up talking in my slep. I was saything something about how a pair of jeans were hung up. I remember I could see it, but couldn't really say it. I was trying to say to whoever that they were hung by the loop on a hook. LOL whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention about some of my crazy dreams I had a couple days ago. This first started off with me living in one of those condos close by, that I didn't even know existed until Sheldon and I went for an extra long walk one night. Anyway, I was walking out of the elevator in the lobby area and Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Keith Moon crossed my path. The Rolling Stones, I couldn't believe it. I was freaking out. Mick saw the very intense, surprised look on my face, so he and the rest of the guys decided to come over and talk to me. I don't know what was said, but I was laughing at it. I remember that. Then I just had to call my mother. She didn't believe me when I told her. I passed the phone around to all the guys and nope, she thought that I was pulling a prank on her. I felt very frustrated that she didn't believe me, but then I was like, who cares, I'm the one standing next them.&lt;br /&gt;The next one I had was about Justin Timberlake. Long story short he kissed me on the cheek and I was bragging about it to all the girls in the pool the next day. Hahahaha How funny is that shit?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112167972412055514?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112167972412055514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112167972412055514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112167972412055514' title='Mmmmmm Coffee'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112159277543757269</id><published>2005-07-17T11:32:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:02:55.443-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Hot in her'</title><content type='html'>So I guess buying a new kettle is on the things to buy list next week when I can finally get to Wal-Mart. I might as well go Tuesday. I'm off that day and I have a doctor's appointment early that morning. I think it's this Tuesday. I hope it's not next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;It is some shockin' warm in this house this morning. But it's only in certain rooms. Mine and Sheldon's and this spareroom. I guess it must be because of the computer. I just had to turn the fan on me. I'm waiting for my straightner to heat up. I'm running a little late here today. First thing, I didn't get out of bed until 6:25. I, or rather Sheldon, hit snooze too many times for me. Then I had to finish up a few dishes from last nights supper. I could have waited until after work, but there was only a few there, and I have sweeping and cleaning the bathroom to do, when I get home from work today. &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Lesley coming home, that's for sure. That's it for me. I gotta do my hair now. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112159277543757269?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112159277543757269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112159277543757269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112159277543757269' title='Hot in her&apos;'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112155355500385942</id><published>2005-07-17T00:39:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:03:24.660-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Take da Kettle b'y</title><content type='html'>Apparently, here in town, there is a man knocking on peoples doors, posing as a vaccum salesmen offering you some deal with the vaccum that you already own. When you give him your vaccum he takes off with it. He steals your vaccum cleaner. Can you believe that shit? I spose anything is possible. Lesley said that I should give him our broken kettle to take it off our hands. LOL. This morning I went to plug the fucker in and it sparked at me and made a big bang. Scared the bejesus out of me, needless to say, I wasn't in the mood for coffee anymore. &lt;br /&gt;My aunt Renee came home again. Her and mom were out until 4 in the morning the other day. I was so glad that mom got the chance to do that. A girls night out, which is something mom NEVER has. My dad wasn't too impressed, but mom was like fuck dat. God love her. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I was talking to James over at Irving this morning on my way to work, and he and his girlfriend, Jenn, may be expecting a baby. He said they haven't had a test done yet, but he tells me that shes been having some morning sickness lately. They already have names picked out, and they are very excited about it. He told me the names, they are nice, but I can't remember them now. &lt;br /&gt;I said the word "crap" on the phone with a customer today. I was telling him my kettle story. He had a good laugh. I got him online too. I hope I wasn't being monitored. Anyway, take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112155355500385942?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112155355500385942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112155355500385942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112155355500385942' title='Take da Kettle b&apos;y'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112150752029427593</id><published>2005-07-16T11:51:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-16T07:22:00.326-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>I have been off for the last three days and I haven't stopped. I'm back  to work today though. Sheldon had Thursday off, we went everything it feels like. We went to Stavanger Drive. The first stop was Dominion to see if they could develop my 110 film. They could not and recommended we try the Dominion on Newfoundland Drive. Crossing the parkinglot, Sheldon wanted to stop at pet city. I love the puppy dogs in there, and it breaks my heart to see them all cooped behind the plastic glass. Poor things. After Pet City, we went to Wal-Mart. I had a bunch of pictures loaded onto a floppy disk that I needed to print off. That took about an hour. There was a misses in front of me with three memory cards. Holy crap! I believe the next place we went was Pizza Delight. Hands down, they have the best Chesse Garlic Fingers Sheldon and I have ever tasted. Then we went to CostCo where I bought a big tub of sour keys, Sheldon got a bag of Jelly Bellies, and I bought a pack of nanimo bars. Mmmmmmm delish! I have no idea how to spell it or say that word, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Oh yes and they couldn't develop my 110 film there either.  We had a bit of time to kill before the bust came, so next we went to Michaels. I didn't buy any fuzzy posters, but Sheldon did by some clay so he could show a friend of his from work what to do with it. There was still time left over for the bus when we walked out of there, so we sat on the step infront of the bus shelter eating sour keys and Jelly Bellies. What a toof ache I had. As soon as we got home I brushed my teeth real good. Our next stop before we went home was Dominion on Newfoundland Drive. Sheldon and I had to pick up our groceries, we didn't get very much. We called and cab and went home. After putting the groceries away, I remembered that we forgot to ask if they develop 110 film. Well after all bloody day, I forgot them in the end. Sheldon and I lid down for about a half hour or so, then we got up and moed the lawn. It had to be done. We were pretty exausted after that. I had a nap while Sheldon was here on the computer. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went back up to Stavanger Drive. I had just a few more pictures that I wanted to print off. I also had my hair cut while I was there, oh yes, I stopped into the dollar store up by work while I was waiting for the route 10 to bring me to Stavanger. I went to Dominion on NL Drive and they do develop 110 film. Well I was very releaved. She said it will take about two days and they don't send it away. I walked home, went to mail boxes ect., did laundry, cleaned the floors, I forgot to clean the bathroom, and started and finished making a little something for Sheldon for our anniversary next month. I can't wait to show Lesley once she gets home.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me, I have to go bush my teeth now and leave for work. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112150752029427593?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112150752029427593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112150752029427593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112150752029427593' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112127519797942982</id><published>2005-07-13T19:19:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:49:57.986-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Warm and Sticky</title><content type='html'>The humidity is wicked here today. I was out walking around this morning on Stavanger Drive in jeans an a black tshirt. The sun is trying to break out, but its very very sticky outside. I went to Wal-Mart this morning to gt my 110 flim developed. Hahaha those are rare now eh? The lady at the photo lab said they don't develop them anymore. She said she could send it away, but that would take three weeks, and the company who would be able to develop them, would charge me 3.95 to receive the film then 92 cents per picture. She told me I could try CostCo or Dominion. Sheldon and I had plans to go to CostCo tomorrow, so I'll do it then. While I was at Wal-Mart today, I bought two new bras. Two white ones. one does up in the front, and the other is just like what I have now. I also went to Michaels and bought another fuzzy picture. Those are so addictive, I just have to have more, more, more fuzzy pictures!! Hee. &lt;br /&gt;I come on home out of it, I checked Job bank and now jobs of course. I don't feel like walking in this weather today to pass out more resumes, so I just finished writing a big email to a lady I worked with at the Library back home and I sent her a bunch of pictures. And I finally have Debbie's Christmas gift. hahaha. Thats some shockin'. But I got it yesterday. Janice's is still here too. I never did send it. LOL. I'll have to the addresses from these people later on so I can send these presents tomorrow. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Sheldon bought some really good pork chops the other day, so we are going to have a bar b que tomorrow, hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got new glasses yesterday. Two pairs. One of them are prescription sunglasses. And the are rose coloured!!!! So I guess now I really do see the world through rose coloured glasses. Hahaha. If anyone knows this song, they will get it. Thats it for me for now. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112127519797942982?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112127519797942982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112127519797942982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112127519797942982' title='Warm and Sticky'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112116084774843820</id><published>2005-07-12T11:33:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-12T07:04:07.756-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Early morning</title><content type='html'>It's too early in the morning to be on this. But what else am I going to do while I wait for my hair straightener to heat up? I am sipping on some good coffee rigt now. I had some weird dreams this morning I tell ya. I just woke up from what feels like one big long one. I can't remember what happened really, just who was there. I know that Mr. Dressup, Casey, and Finnygen was there. Hahaha you didn't expect me to say those people did ya? Ha. My cousin Brian and his daughter, mom, dad, and Jeffrey. Lesley, Mike and Sheldon. Tammy, Debbie, Dave and Jamie. There were some extras in the background that were blurry. The last thing I remember about the dream, is I was talking to Sheldon on the phone, he was at work and calling me on one of his breaks. I remember feeling that I missed him a lot and couldn't wait for him to get home. Then we hung up the phone with eachother, and thats when I opened my eyes and saw Sheldon in the bed with me and I was thinking, 'Did he really call me?' Then it went through my mind, 'could he be at work and still here in the bed with me?' Hahaha I bet you're laughing now. Then I guess I woke up and got my senses back and thought 'no you're dreaming. Sheldon is right here.' Ha weird or what? I went back to sleep and shortly afterward the stupid alarm clock went off. I hit snooze and the darn thing went off again 9 minutes later. LOL. OH well, I'm off tomorrow. Oh yeah, and I finally got my GST check. Lesley and Sheldon got theirs on Thursday and I never, so right away I called Student Loans and had asked if they took it, they said no because I'm still on Interest Relief. Friday came and went and I still didn't have any GST. Mike was off yesterday, when I got out of work, I called him and asked if my GST come in the mail today, he said yes, it's on the table. I was very happy about that. Well thats it for me this morning. I have to pack my lunch now and brush my teeth. I'll be leaving soon to walk to work. It seems very dark and cloudy out this morning. Almost spooky looking outside. Oh well, I still gotta go. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112116084774843820?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112116084774843820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112116084774843820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112116084774843820' title='Early morning'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112107578499091983</id><published>2005-07-11T11:55:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:26:25.240-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>These past three days have been just wonderful. Sheldon and I were off together. On Friday, Sheldon had a doctors appointment early in the morning, that went fine, and I had an Ultrasound appointment at the Janeway around 10:30 am. The woman who was doing the test said that everything looked fine to her. That was good to hear. We caught the number 3 outside the hospital and went to the mall. We walked around there for a bit, then decided to see a movie. We saw Dark Water. What a crapy movie that was. If you're looking to get scared then don't rent this movie, it's not scary at all. The previews looked great, that's because all the "scary" parts were it. Nothing really happens. There's a little bit of drama at the end but thats about the part of the movie that will make your heart pump a little faster. But the pretzels were excellent! We didn't do much after that, went for a walk and hung out around the house a bit. &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we were up early and got ready to go to "The Rooms". Very, very interesting place. Well worth the five dollars to get in. The place is huge, and the view is breathtaking. Sheldon and I have lots of pictures taken of the view, LOL, we weren't allowed to take any of the exibits because we didn't know how to turn the flash off on the cameras. After The Rooms, we went to Tim's to get a bite to eat, then we caught the bus and went to the mall again. Sheldon bought a birthday card for his father, and we went into CD Plus so he could "price something" he said. I wonder if this item is for me? Hee hee hee. From the mall, we went home. Sheldon got into one of his cleaning moods and wanted to mop the floors, so I swept them for him. He also did a bit of dusting afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, surprise, surprise, we went to see another movie. This time we went to see Bewitched. This was a good movie. It was very cutsy, and it was funny. It was the first somewhat "serious" role that I've seen Will Farrel play. It was good. We didn't do much when we came home, just had supper and did some laundry. &lt;br /&gt;So now it's back to big bad Convergys today for the both of us. It's just about time for me to leave, so I must end this now. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112107578499091983?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112107578499091983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112107578499091983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112107578499091983' title='A Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-112004983653877645</id><published>2005-06-28T19:18:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:27:16.546-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Standing Still</title><content type='html'>I didn't get the job at the clinic. I called yesterday and asked to speak to Dr. Hart's secretary, I was put on hold for a minute, then a young voice came on the phone, I new it was the new hire, but I went on with my purpose anyway. I said to her that I had an interview with the doctor about two weeks ago and I was wondering if he had made his decision yet. She said yes he has. I said do you know who, and she said yes, me! I congradulated her and hung up. My first instinct was to cry, but I was at work on my lunch break. Bernadine was having lunch with me, and we didn't really talk very much after that call. She new I was upset. She probably felt bad for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview this morning at the Delta Hotel. What a swanky place that is. There's a freaking pool in it. I didn't know that! Everything looks so expensive. And I would have to ware a uniform!!! Everyone knows how I loves to wear uniforms *wink wink* &lt;br /&gt;But the pay is shitty, and so are the hours. I didn't know this before I went down there, but it's only a causual part time call in position. I can't afford that. Even though after my probabtion period I would be in with a union. So if I get a call back, I'm going to have to turn it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a bunch of jobs online today that I'm going to apply to later. I'm going out for coffee now da once with Chantille. I work with her. When I get back from ther, I've to tackle mine and Sheldon's bedroom. Nothing but a mess. We've got black ants coming in the house as well, like crazy. Sheldon found another in the bed today. When I got back from my interview this morning, I found him with a can of raid in his hands. No he wasn't spraying the bed, I would imagine the boarder along the walls of the floor. That's where the fuckers are coming in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-112004983653877645?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112004983653877645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/112004983653877645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112004983653877645' title='Standing Still'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-111986975485437935</id><published>2005-06-24T20:56:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:25:54.856-02:30</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S HIM!!!</title><content type='html'>My brother came home two days ago. Sheldon and I went to the airport on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning (12:30 am), to pick him up. His flight was delayed by 15 minutes. We watched his plane land, then ran down stairs to greet him. I was some shockin' excited, and nervous! Then he walked through the doors before the escalator and I shouted "That's him!". Jeff put his two hands in the air and started down the escalator. As he was coming down, all I could think of was how much he looked like our cousin Brian, and how much of a man he looked. My little brother, a man. I'm still blown away by the fact how we are so small and cute one day then adults the next. Anyway, I hugged him and hugged him when he finally got down to the end of the escalator. We walked over to Sheldon, where Jeff and Sheldon finally met and they shook hands with eachother. Went to baggage claim and got a taxi home. Sheldon went off to bed around 1:20 and Jeff and I stayed awake until 1:45. I was up again in the morning when Sheldon went to work. I made Jeffrey some breakfast in bed (Pancakes and eggs). He was surprised at that. He wanted to eat it out to the kitchen table, so I took the tray of breakfast and brought it out for him, to give him a chance to get out of bed and wake up. This was around 10 am. By 12ish, Jeffrey and I went to the Avalon mall, looking for a navy blue Yankies hat. We didn't find one that he was looking for. So we went to the food court, came home, bought some beer, and had a big bbq. I cooked up a whole lot of porkchops, weiners, and two hamburger patties. Everyone ate and drank. We had a lovely time. Took some pictures too. Jeffrey was in contact with his friend Brent (from back home), and Brent was playing a gig at the Spur. So we all got dressed and ready to go down. It's extreamly small, and the bathrooms are atrocious! But the booze were cheap!!!!! Beer was 2 for 5.75 all night, and tequila shots were $2 each. 2 bucks I couldn't believe it!!! We were all doing shots all night and sipping beer to cool our throats. I drank 6 shots. I was some shockin' sick all day yesterday. Bleh. I have no idea what time we came home, but apparently Lesley and I were loud when we came in LOL, and Lesley mentioned something to me the next day about smelling eachothers breath, I remember something about it, but its very fuzzy. heeheehee. Sheldon tells me that the big yellow shelf in the bathroom was moved out from the wall and facing the door straight on and the towels that were in it was out on the floor. He also said the white shelf in there was tipped over. I don't remember any of this. Or even how it was done. Ha ha ha. I'm sure Lesley and I have a little something to do with it. ;-) Before we all went to sleep, Jeffrey finally found his cell phone, and when we woke up again a few hours later, he didn't remember finding it at all. LOL. I was up again at 6 am to wake Jeffrey up for the bus. I was still drunk at this point, so was Jeff. He was very hard to wake, he's like something dead. Anyway, at 6:15 he said to wake him up at 7. I said ok, and thought what will I do now to keep myself awake. I popped in my new Wheel of Fortune cd and started to play that. I kept dozing off here in the chair playing the game and when I woke up it kept asking me to spin again, and I thought I just clicked that what's going on? I'd say that I kept running out of time to pick a letter every time I clicked spin because I couldn't stop falling a sleep in this chair. Hahahaha. At 7, Jeff finally got up, got dressed and left in a cab to head down to M.U.N. to catch the DRL bus. The bus had gotten a flat tire at Goobies and was delayed 2 1/2 hours. Jeff was so tired. Poor thing. After Jeffrey left I went back to bed and woke up again at 10:35, i was hurtin' something aweful. My own fault. Sheldon got up at 11, and we decided to go see a movie later on in the afternoon. Lesley didn't want to go, poor thing, she was some sick too. &lt;br /&gt;Well I must go on now and cook some supper for me and Sheldon. I'll update again soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-111986975485437935?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986975485437935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986975485437935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986975485437935' title='THAT&apos;S HIM!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-111986968723141661</id><published>2005-06-15T22:12:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:25:15.446-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Something to write</title><content type='html'>There's not really much to talk about, but I figured I should update anyway. I mailed a few resumes yesterday. There was none to apply to online today. I had 40 copies printed yesterday which cost me $20 (my resume is 4 pages long), and I was supposed to go out walking around with them today. Instead I went to the village mall to go see this big sale that Sheldon had heard about from someone at work yesterday. This "sale" was at Sportcheck, all their sneakers were supposed to be on for 9.95. I was lying in the bed early this morning thinking maybe I should get up now and get ready. There's probably going to be a big line-up. I stayed in bed and caught the 11:20 bus. When I got there, I walked around the store twice looking for these 9.95 sneakers. I found them all right. I came across this bin with these gigantic sneakers that looked like moon shoes to me. They were called "Trend Shoes". That's what was written on the sign. Lesley explained to me that they looked like platform shoes. That's more the word for them. I have a word for them, "UGLY". I found a bunch of thong sandles on for 9.95 but I didn't really see any that I liked. So I went on to Subway and got a sandwhich. By that time, Doreen had called me and said that her and Norm would come and pick me up. When I got home, I watched the movie Diner, not dinner, it's Diner like a resturant. When that was over, Lesley and I went to Dominion. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight Lesley and I are going to Bingo. I can't wait! I haven't been there in about two years or more. &lt;br /&gt;Lesley and Jamie are having a bar b q here this Saturday. We picked up the Jello today. I think we got six packs. I'm really looking forward to it. We are all going to have such a good time. I'm glad Lesley thought of it. I hope everyone shows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-111986968723141661?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986968723141661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986968723141661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986968723141661' title='Something to write'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-111986964379653063</id><published>2005-06-09T22:23:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:24:03.796-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Kodachrome</title><content type='html'>What is a Kodachrome and what does it mean? *sings* "Momma don't take my Kodachrome away!" Is that the name of his camera in the song? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just sitting here waiting for Sheldon to get home from work. I can't wait to see him. I didn't get to the mall today to buy another Playgirl magazine. I might go later tonight. I did, however, get to curves. I've gone everyday so far this week. I'm some proud of myself. No wait, I also haven't had a smoke either in about 3 months. No cheets no nothing this time. That is what I'm mostly proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my cousin Brian most of the day today. Online, mind you. He had his webcam and mic on, and i had the mic on. He was speaking through his headphones. Litterly! You'd have to see it, to believe it. Very funny. I was so happy to hear from him, and then to see him too, I was very thankful. It was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great here. I'm really enjoying having Norm and Doreen here. I feel like this is the best times I've ever had with them. I'm very happy they're here! We all went bowling last night. What a laugh! I lost badly at both games of course. The first game I finished with a score of 27 and the second I finished with a score of 42 I think it was. Shitty eh? Oh well i had fun. I looked like an ass, but what else is new? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for other work. Nothing yet. I went roaming around a little today, didn't go that far actually, I applied to some online, and thats about it. I hope I get something soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me, I'm tired of leaning over in this chair. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-111986964379653063?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986964379653063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986964379653063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986964379653063' title='Kodachrome'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-111986960697300510</id><published>2005-06-01T00:56:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:23:26.976-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Bed sheets</title><content type='html'>Sheldon and I bought new bed sheets today at Wal-Mart. They are dark blue with light blue stripes in them. I think they're real nice. Had to buy them for the bed that Norm and Doreen gave us. It's their bed, and it's some shockin' comfortable. Its soft but firm at the same time, perfect for our backs. I slept very well last night. &lt;br /&gt;We moved everything in yesterday. Lesley got up early to put out the garbage, we put the table out on the back bridge, cleared away some more space in the house for more things to be put in them. Around lunch some time, Norm and Sheldon showed up, we had to wait a while for the movers because they got lost. The four of us, Norm, Sheldon, Lesley and I worked hard to move the furniture in as quickly as possible. Norm and Sheldon left again with the moves to help put the rest of the boxes into storage. It only took us about an hour to move the furniture in the house. That was pretty good we throught. Lesley and I brought the kitchen table in the house through the back door all by ourselves, we were pretty impressed with that. Then she and I got to work on straightening out the best we could of everything that we just brought in. &lt;br /&gt;The house is pretty much back in order again. I think it all looks very nice, and I'm very proud of all the hard work that we put into it. Espically Lesley and Sheldon, they can lift more then i can, I did lift some things, but they brought more stuff down to the basement, which I think is harder becuase of the stairs of course. &lt;br /&gt;I bought some toilet paper at Wal-Mart today. &lt;br /&gt;That's about it for me today. Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-111986960697300510?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986960697300510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986960697300510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986960697300510' title='Bed sheets'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-111986956292217331</id><published>2005-05-30T04:05:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:22:42.926-02:30</updated><title type='text'>All my myself</title><content type='html'>Well Sheldon is home in Port de Grave tonight, helping his parents with the last bit of packing and moving. He told me that he has to get up at 6:00 tomorrow morning and help move stuff down to the living room so that it will be easier to bring out to the moving truck. The next few days are going to pretty busy. We've all been preparing for it for a while now. &lt;br /&gt;Today was a very busy day for Sheldon, Lesley and I, well this whole weekend was pretty much, but today we moved mikes bed into the spare room, took apart the little bed that was here, Sheldon and Lesley moved that down to the basement, we all helped straighten away the basement to make room for Norm and Doreen's things. Lesley, gave away her love seat today to our Dave. We've got everything moved to one side in the living room to make room for another couch coming tomorrow. Lesley was also trying to make space in her room for a dresser thats coming tomorrow. I took everything out of my dresser, and threw it away today, Sheldon is getting another dresser in the room too, so all my crap is in one big garbage bag, and everything that was on top of my dresser is in two grocery bags. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we have to get up early to bring out the garbage, and I have to bring some more stuff out of our room into the spare bedroom here to make room so we can move a bed in there. Once thats there, then we can truck all the crap back in. LOL &lt;br /&gt;I must say, I had a really good time last night. I love karaoke. I was one of the backup singers for Lesley. She sag R.E.S.P.E.C.T. She did a marvelous job. A lot of people got up to dance too. I was really neverous, but a lot of that was forgotten about because as I was doing the "backup moves" I was really busy trying not to tipsy all over the place. I drank 7 beers last night. 7. I know I can't believe it either. I was concentrating so much on the dancing, I forgot to sing most of it. LOL. All of last nights festivities was broadcasted live on the Internet. I thought that was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;Dave stayed for an hour or so when he came over tonight. God love him. We miss him a lot. I miss the four of us at work. Lesley, Tammy, Dave, and me. I didn't come into the picture until the last minute, but we had some shockin' good times together while it lasted. We used to laugh so loud sometimes, it was nice. With Tammy's big floppy donkey dildo, my eye ball popping out, or dancing everytime I accidently farted, "Monica", and Dave's only pair of jeans, it was some of the best moments in my life. We would just laugh so much. It was wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;I'm all by myself in the big bed tonight, and poor Mike and Lesley if I start to snore really loudly. I'm going to try my best not to. That probably won't work very well, since I work myself up twice snoring this even when Sheldon and I took a little nap on it. Hahaha. Shockin'! If I do make too much noise I'm sure it won't be long before they wake me. &lt;br /&gt;Each one of us is off tomorrow. Which is great, thats going to help a lot with the moving. I can't wait to just get everything in here, then we can start the organization, and get some kind of a routine down. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really sleepy now, I'm actually waiting for Sheldon to call me back before he goes to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Norm came in this evening to pick up Sheldon, he had a car load of stuff and amongst all of this were Lesleys' and Debbies' baby books. Well, I tell you, I had to look through the both of them twice. Such sweet little girls. And Sheldon too, all of 'em, nutting but little cuties! I could kiss dem chubby little cheeks off all of them. Lesley's little blonde curls are to die for. Some sweet! &lt;br /&gt;I bought a Play Girl today! Sheldon and I were having a good laugh at it, in the back of the bus coming home from the mall where I bought it. I haven't had a real good look at it yet. Sheldon was skimming over some of the articles in earlier today and they sounded very interesting. I must read them once I'm done with looking at the picutres. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for me tonight. I will try to post again tomorrow.....no promises. Good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-111986956292217331?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986956292217331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986956292217331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111986956292217331' title='All my myself'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-111986951716585351</id><published>2005-05-26T16:54:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:21:57.166-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Me fall down go boom!!</title><content type='html'>Sheldon and i had the house all to ourselves this weekend. Mike and Les went to Mikes' hometown for the long weekend. It was a fun weekend. We had a wonderful dinner Friday night. Saturday night, Sheldon and I went downtown. We had an excellent time together. I felt really relaxed. I didn't feel like I woudln't have a good time if I wasn't dancing, instead we just took our time. We sat in a booth for a while and had a few drinks, then we hit the shooter bar, (my fave). The first time we went up, I had a shot of tequilla, of course, and Sheldon had a Horney Monkey. He said it tasted aweful. It looked aweful. We had a few dances after that, got another beer, and made a few trips to the bathroom with Sheldon, he has to pee all the time! Anyway, we hit the shooter bar again while crapy music was playing, i had another shot of tequilla and Sheldon this time went for a Porn Star. That was a blue shot and it looked a lot better then the brown Horney Monkey. We walked back over near the dance floor since our booth was taken and we saw a friend of mine from back home, whose been living here for years now. Deannea Pynn, she bought me a drink, ('cause I needed another at that point), yeah right. LOL. Sheldon and i danced some more, and hit the shooter bar again shortly after I was drinking the beer that Deannea bought me. I had another shot of Tequilla, and this time Sheldon decided to have one too. The girl tending the bar said that she was proud of Sheldon, we laughed, shot, and then danced some more. Just before we left Peddlers, I said lets do one more shot. Sheldon wasn't too sure about it, and i said yes come on. So we both had another shot of tequilla each. If you're keeping track, thats 4 shots of tequilla plus a few beers at the club, plus the 2 and half i drank before we left home. Yeah, I was pretty smashed, Sheldon wasn't much better. We got a cab right away, and we got home alright. As Sheldon was putting the key in the door to unlock it, of course I had to fall down. Sheldon was freaking out because he said that I came inches away from hitting my head off the corner of the concreate step. I fell to the ground and I rolled twice. I was laughing, but i could feel my knees burning at the same time. Sheldon was able to help me up this time, hee hee. We got in the house, I went to pee first.....I think, then I started to get undressed for bed, when Sheldon saw a long red mark going up my back, I told him to take a picture of it, LOL I'm such a geek, anyway, we got in the bed and I remember my forearms, hands and fingers were aching, my right side more then my left, I didn't pay too much attention to it and went on to sleep. Oh yeah Sheldon says we were talking before we went to sleep too, I don't remember that tho. I wonder what we were talking about. Whatever. So the morning came, I called in sick, of course, and my right hand and fingers where aching like a son of a bitch, wow I couldn't belive the way it felt. It was as if someone took my right arm and hand and was smashing it against the pavement all night. Sheldon just figured that it was dehighdration, I can't spell that word but u know what I'm trying to say. I drank lots of water and it was still killing me for the rest of the day. As the day went on, my ankle started to click while I walked, and various other little things went on like that. The next morning I was fine again. But, I still find my wrist and forearm hurts when I'm up to Curves jogging in one spot. My knees are better too, I had a bruise on one and I skinned out the other a little bit. I was pretty pissed off with myself a few days afterward because of my irresponsible drinking. I won't drink that much again!...well try not too. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Sheldon took me to a Blue Rodeo concert. It rocked!! They started off with "Heart Like Mine" I was some impressed. That's not the best part. We were sat in the stands, no too close to the stage at all, but while the opening act was playing, I saw a security guard walked out from the back and he was stood next to me looking around, doing his "security" thing I guess, I looked away for a second and when I looked back, JIM CUDDY was stood next to me, mind you i'm sitting in the stands but i'm in the fourth row on the end, I could have reached out and touched the man. He was stood there in his usual jean jacket, I couldn't open up my mouth fast enough to say anything when I realized who it was, but he looked right at me! Ahahaaaaaa I freaked, I screamed to Sheldon That was Jim Cuddy, he said "was it", and he was happy for me. He dosen't know these people. So from then on, I had my little camera stuck out through the poles so that I could take a quick snap of anyone who walked by back stage, I could see everything pretty good back there. Not too long after Jim walked away, Basil the base player of the band, walked out, he stood there much longer then Jim, I whispered to Sheldon who it was, but I was afraid to say anything to him, I wasn't really sure how to pronounce his name, so I just sat there and stared at him. Then the keyboard player came out afterward, I don't like him so I didn't care to say anything to him or stare, I don't even know his name. LOL. Just before the opening act was done, out walks Gregg Keelor to have a look at the crowd, I was freakin'. As he was walking away I said "HI Gregg" he turned around and said Hi back to me. AAAHHHHHHHh how cool is that???? Well you probably don't think it is, but thats ok, I"m getting all excited now thinking about it again. I got a pic of Jim Cuddy walking back stage and a few of the boys on Stage, you can't see them too well, we were far back, but not to bad. I should have taken more but thats ok, no regrets. During the concert, I phone mom and held the phone up so that she could hear a piece of it. I think they were singing "Diamond Mine" at the time. It was for only a few secs, and I hung up. My parents love Blue Rodeo too. I've got Sheldon into them now, it's a fair trade, he has me into Survivor. Oh yea, when they got back on stage for their encore, Sheldon and I went down on the floor and had a few dances, "Rose Coloured Glasses" and "Try". My two favorite Blue Rodeo songs!!! &lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, my back is killing me sitting in this chair. I will update again soon......I promise. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-111986951716585351?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986951716585351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/111986951716585351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111986951716585351' title='Me fall down go boom!!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-110560869037833875</id><published>2005-01-13T10:30:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-13T06:12:30.293-03:30</updated><title type='text'>3 HOURS SLEEP</title><content type='html'>YES!! Thats how much sleep is in me right now! Its 5:23 in the morning, and I'm so glad that I'm not working today. I'm gonna be some contrary tho. Oh yeah, if you haven't heard, WE'RE MOVING!.... and I haven't been able to sleep since. Sheldon told me the news about three nights ago. I wasn't thrilled at all at the time he told me. With this check coming, and the next one, I had planned to get caught up with my debts. Its my own damn fault that I'm in so much right now, I let it catch up to me. I'm talking about student loans of course. I have three, and I'm only caught up on one....so far. Future Shop isn't even included in this now. I wanted to get caught up on my loans, apply for interest relief again, then I was thinking about maybe trying to save a bit of money. But we are moving. So ALL of that is put on the back burnner again! The night that Sheldon told me about moving, I paniced, like a normal person with very little "real world" expierece that I have, and cried all night. After finishing the dishes, I felt a little better. Not at the fact that the dishes were done, but becuase I had my mind occupied on something else for a little while, and gave me time to cool down. Sheldon asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and see this house. I agreed, and right at that moment, I felt it in the pit of my stomach, that I was going to love this house. So we walked there, and sure enough I fell in love with the house. At that point, I had only seen the outside of the house mind you, and I loved it already. So I sobbed a bit more, and said aloud "Oh fuck, we're moving". Sheldon sort of giggled at me. I think he only did that becuase he probably wasn't sure if I was losing my mind at that point. LOL. God love him. He knows just when to go along with me. Hahhaha, Jan knows what I mean. Anyway, on the way back to the apartment, we went to Irving so that I could buy a pack of smokes. YES I'm back on the pack! And I will be until all of this blows over, and I feel like I can relax...... mentally, that is.&lt;br /&gt;However, we are moving into a beautiful home, and I would be upset if we couldn't have it after seeing it. Lesley, Sheldon, and I are off today, and we're all going over to clean the house, (not that its dirty), it's fairly clean already, but just to freshen it up a bit. Then we're going to move a few things into it. Its going to be a very busy and hectic day, and I'm going to be smoking like a chimney.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* oh my. I'm bursting for a piss. Based on my mental state right now, and lack of sleep, God only knows who or what will pass me on my way to the bathroom. I have such a wild imagination, and its going to give me a heart attack one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;And Sheldon! Oh my lord, how people can sleep on contact, I'll never fuckin know. I envy him. I only wish I could sleep like him. Heh, I just wish that I could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So Sheldon didn't win the lottery again last night. I wasn't too impressed, but I wasn't surprised either. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I went for a job interview today at another call center, called 'Infotel'. Its telemarking and they call businesses in the UK. It's $7 and hour plus commission, bonuses, and other benefits....whatever they are. Anwyay, 'Rob', the guy who interviewed me, told me at the end of my interview, that he wants to hire me. The hours are great, 6:30 am to 1:30 pm. That leaves so much time for a little second job there. But due to the financial situation I'm in, I'll have to turn it down. Its just not the right time now. You get your own desk there, none of this cubical shit, and you don't have to where a headset. How fuckin sweet is that? Isn't that just my luck tho? As soon as I try to move one step forward, it seems like something catches wind of it, grabs me by my shirt, and says, "where are you going honey?" and I end up taking a step back.&lt;br /&gt;Am I sounding a little crazy at this point? Don't take heed to it, it's lack of sleep and worry talking. I hope this is the right thing that we're doing. This living here in St. John's, only seems like a dream to me anyway. I know one day I'm going to wake up and find myself in Bishop's again. Oh dear lord. If I ever come to the point where I'm that broke I have to move home, I seriously, seriously, will crack up! I hope it never, ever, comes to that.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, back to watching Sheldon sleep. He's so cute. I wants to jump on him and wake him up so that he can stay awake with me, so that I could talk him and have some company. So that I wouldn't feel so lonely. WE all know that can't be done. WE all know how contrary he gets when he dosen't sleep good. Poor fella. He had himself a mental break down the other day. I've never known, or seen Sheldon crack under pressure. That's two down, two more to go. This whole moving thing is stressing all of us out. It's Lesley's and Mike's turn to have theres now. I'm sure it will come. It's only natural I guess. It is a big change, and its going to cost us all a fortune. But it will all be worth it in the end. We will all have a beautiful home to live in. No more mold and no more German bitch Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-110560869037833875?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110560869037833875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110560869037833875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110560869037833875' title='3 HOURS SLEEP'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-110484950555183979</id><published>2005-01-04T15:38:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:09:27.126-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>And I watch him walk away&lt;br /&gt;LIke I used to back in the day&lt;br /&gt;My stomach churns&lt;br /&gt;As my heart yearns&lt;br /&gt;"Don't cry, don't cry," I whisper to myself&lt;br /&gt;Get through another day, you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-110484950555183979?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110484950555183979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110484950555183979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484950555183979' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-110386136726219225</id><published>2004-12-24T05:09:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:39:27.263-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>I'm sittin' here listening to Janis Joplin and sipping on me vodka and Five Alive juice, that Debbie bought for me last night after work. Tanks maid! Mmmmmmm some shockin' good! I'm right in the mood for drinking tonight, but i can't have too too much, I have to work tomorrow. I'm on my second glass, and the glass is not as big as the one I was drinking out of last night. It one of the short, fat glasses, and I'm on my second glass, and with one more mouthfull, I will be ready for my third. :-D.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon is out in the kitchen making me something special for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, I just made another drink and I put too much vodka in it. Woooo..... smooth. Oh well, its my last drink for the night, then I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm all shaved up and showered for tomorrow. As Sheldon said in his blog, we're all running around here tonight like chickens with their heads cut off, cleaning and getting things ready for tomorrow. I'm so happy right now, and no, its not the booze talkin'. Well it may have a little something to do with it, hahaha, but I you know what, I think I'm gonna make it. I'll get through tomorrow and the next day. It will be a little hard, without mom and dad I'm spaking about. This is the first time I've been away from them for such occasions, and my brother is also gone away. I hope he remembers to call me tomorrow, it would really mean so much to me. Then again, I'd better remember to give him a call on Christmas as well. I miss him so much. Mom and dad too! Oh well, we all have to leave the nest sometime.&lt;br /&gt;YUP, it's definatley the booze talkin' now, I'm sure of it. I can feel the buz.&lt;br /&gt;It's after midnight, happy birthday to me! Since all of us are working tomorrow, and Deb and Sheldon's parents wont be in until just before I go to work, I'm going to wait until Sheldon and I get home from work at 10:30 tomorrow night to open up all my presents and have some brithday cake. Ice cream cake mind you, that Sheldon picked up for me today.&lt;br /&gt;I opened a birthday gift that Lesley had for me today. It would not be approitate to open that infront of the parents. I had a feeling that she had this particular gift, a few weeks ago when she told me that she bought "a little sumtin', sumtin' ". They way she said it, I knew it had to be bad. Which most of the time is good. Hahahaha, I'm drunk! I feel very cross eyed as I type. So I'm going to go now, finish my drink, and go on to bed. Good night everyone. Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-110386136726219225?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110386136726219225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110386136726219225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110386136726219225' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-110373107523685740</id><published>2004-12-22T16:58:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-22T12:27:55.236-03:30</updated><title type='text'>More Presents For Me!</title><content type='html'>I just got mom's parcel delivered to the door. On the outside of the paper, it looked as tho there was blood on it. I was careful not to touch it. Anyway, I opened the box and there were me presents, my stocking, and my Happy Birthday banner that mom puts up for me every year that I always forget about until she breaks it out again. I can't wait to put it up. There is a present for Sheldon in there too. I can't wait for him to open it to see what it is. He's going to be very surprised by that. Oh I can't wait 'till Christmas. I have another parcel coming to me as well from my brother. If he has it sent that is. LOL. Jeffrey should get his parcel that I sent him today. I sent it either Friday or Saturday gone, express. It cost me $31.00, but I don't care as long as he gets it in time. I'm sure he'll call or email and let me know. I have to remember to call mom to when I get home from work tonight and tell her that I got her parcel. I have 4 presents from mom and dad, plus my stocking, and a wal-mart gift certificate, I wonder how much is on it. I can't wait to open up all my presents. Come on Friday and Saturday. Oh yes, for those who don't know, my birthday is on Friday. I'll be 23. I'm almost caught up to you Janice, but not quite, you'll always be old. Hahahahahha. j/k.&lt;br /&gt;I have t leave for the bust very soon. I have three days of work to punch before Christmas, blah, I'm so excited about Christmas this year. Everyday seems to drag on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I baked for the first time yesterday. I made ginger bread cookies. They taste some shockin' good, but it took me 3 1/2 hours to make the damn things. Oh my. So I came to the conclusion that I HATE to bake, but I LOVE to cook. Regular food, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie is coming in today. I can't wait. I have no idea what time, or if anyone is going to be home to meet her, but I can't wait to see her. I've been thinking about it all last week. All the company thats going to be coming in this week. Sheldon's parents will be here on Saturday. They say that they're not going to come in on Christmas eve, but I think they will. I'd say they're just playing a trick on Lesley and Sheldon and are going to surpise us all and come in on Friday. I hope thats what they do. Anyway gotta go and catch the bus now for fuckin' work. Man I can't wait to quit that fuckin' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-110373107523685740?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110373107523685740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110373107523685740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373107523685740' title='More Presents For Me!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-110135008821887211</id><published>2004-11-25T03:34:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:04:48.220-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again, jiggity jog!</title><content type='html'>As you all know, Sheldon and I went back to Bishop's Falls last weekend. We had a wonderful time. We caught the bus at 7:45 Friday morning. I love the bus ride in. We finally got home and Sheldon realized that he lost his cell phone on the bus. He lost it somewhere between Gander and Bishop's. So mom called the office and they told her that when the bus goes to Springdale for a cleaning they'll kee an eye out for it and give us a call back. They never did call us. So Anyway, Friday night, Sheldon went to bed around 8ish, he was really tired, and mom, dad, and I went out to club called "Penny's". It's a real dive, but who cares they have a pool table and beer. So we played pool for a few hours and got drunk. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, Sheldon and I went to visit my Nan and Pop Langdon for a few hours, then my Nanna Upshell came to pick us up, and we went to her house for a few hours as well. Then mom called and wanted us to come back home. Before Nanna brought us back, she drove right through Bishop's Falls to show Sheldon around, and I had Nanna bring us to where Janice used to live so I could show Sheldon her house. When we got home, mom had brownies, cup cakes, fires, buffalo wings, and chicken fingers made. And guess what else? I was totally surprised. She had made a birthday cake for me! I won't be home this year for my birthday so she did this for me. How sweet! She gave me a robe, and my nanna gave me $20 in a card. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, Sheldon, mom and I went back up to Penny's, only cuz I wanted a pizza, and we played more pool while we waited for the pizza. I also called my friend Natasha and told her to come down so that we could spend some time together and she could finally meet sheldon. Well, She, along with everyone else, was quite impressed with Sheldon. Everyone who met him, loved him. I knew they would!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came and we were back on the bus again. A few minutes after we got on the bus, Sheldon said to me that this was the same bus we came in, very good I said. The seats that we were sat in on the way home were occupied. The people who were sitting in them finally left those seats when we reached Mount Pearl. When they got up, Sheldon jumped into there seats and felt around in between the seats. And sure enough buddy, he put his hand between the wall of the bus and the seat, and there was his cell phone!!!! Well what a big relief that was I tell ya. I'm sure Sheldon was releaved as well.&lt;br /&gt;That was my weekend. Night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-110135008821887211?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110135008821887211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110135008821887211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110135008821887211' title='Home again, home again, jiggity jog!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-110065799750138430</id><published>2004-11-17T03:20:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:49:57.500-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Me Time</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I've updated here. I'm not really sure where to start with it all. I knows one thing, I've got some wicked gas tonight, oh lord. Hahahhaha. Debbie came in last week, what a wild week that was I tell ya. Between indoor wall climbing, drinking, playing fuck ups, and going downtown the weekend, I must say I had  a pretty good time. I guarentee you there wasn't a dull moment at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I will be home in 3 days and I can't wait! I'm getting anxious, and ancy, I don't know what to do with myself more then usual. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon cooked fishsticks tonight. Blah. what a stinck going through this apartment. I've got the door shut and too much axe sprayed around. My nose is burning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sat here right now bymyself in the dark, just having some alone time, and listening to Blue Rodeo. Gosh I love them and their music of course. I had lots more to say when I started typing this but its all gone now. So bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-110065799750138430?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110065799750138430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/110065799750138430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110065799750138430' title='Me Time'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109974310320514569</id><published>2004-11-06T13:11:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-06T08:41:43.206-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Mini Wheats</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of being so tired before I go to work everyday but oh well here I am.&lt;br /&gt;So Ma and Pa Porter are in for a couple of days. I love it when they come in. They substitute for my parents and it keeps me from being too homesick at times. Plus they make me laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a lot of Christmas shopping done on Thursday past. I've got my grandparents left to shop for before I go home on the 19th of November. Sheldon is coming home with me too. I can't wait to take him home. I've never been so excited to bring a guy home before. Sheldon is very nervous too, which is natural. I'm going to be more nervous for him. I can't wait for him to meet my Nanny Langdon (Bessie). Everyone is going to love him. Within the first 5 minutes of my mom meeting Sheldon, I know that she's going to see all the wonderful things I've been telling her about him. Today is our three month anniversary. I don't have any money to buy him anything this month, so I made him a card. He's gone to Sears right now, with Norm and Doreen for a big sale that started at 7 this morning. Everyone is off today, except me. :-( Oh well, I'll be off on Tuesday. I also have wicked start times this weekend and the following weeks. I start at 11:15 today and tomorrow to I believe, but from Monday to Friday for the next two weeks, I start at 11:45, how sweet is that? Pretty sweet if you ask me. Sheldon and I will be going to work together and leaving work together. Instead of waiting for a bus everynight, I'll have someone to walk home with. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday morning, I was sat down in the livingroom, watching tv and eating my breakfast, when I saw a little brown mouse run across the kitchen and under the stove, I got some fright I tell ya. I almost choaked on a mini wheat,  seriously. I sat there freaking out, I didn't know what to do. So I jumped up and closed all the bedroom doors, which was pretty pointless since those dirty fuckers can just crawl under the door. I was here by myself of course, becuase nothing ever happens when I have people here with me. Damn it! So we've got these glue traps for it. Glue! I think we should have the ones that snaps the mouse and kills it, but whatever. If he ever gets caught in it and I'm here by myself, I'm leaving it there until someone comes home then they can throw it out. I'm too terrified of them by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating weather or not I want to catch the 10:05 or the 10:35 bus. I don't know, but I'm going to lie down for a little while now, my back is sore from sitting like I am right now in this chair thats always too far away from the keyboard. No matter how much I move the chair up I can't get it in a comfortable place.&lt;br /&gt;Bye all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109974310320514569?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109974310320514569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109974310320514569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109974310320514569' title='Mini Wheats'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109837288584245458</id><published>2004-10-21T17:34:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:04:45.843-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Sniff Sniff Continued</title><content type='html'>My brother has hit the road by now I'd say. I also found out when I was talking to him the morning, that he's going to Fort McMurry. I guess thats spelt right. I'm so glad thats where's he's going. We know sooooo many people from there, and plus that place is full of Newfies. I just hope that Jeffrey will make a better life for his self while he's there. He's in the perfect place to do so. I know he'll do fine. I'll just miss him more then I already do. And of course, you know me, worry about him like crazy. But thats just the big sister in me I guess, always looking after her little brother. Oh I wish he was little again! God love him. Well I'd better stop now cuz I can feel tears coming on and I have to leave for work in like 15 minutes.  *Huffs* Will post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109837288584245458?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109837288584245458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109837288584245458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837288584245458' title='Sniff Sniff Continued'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109827940384513010</id><published>2004-10-20T15:36:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:06:43.846-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Snif Snif</title><content type='html'>So my brother is leaving for Alberta tomorrow. Will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109827940384513010?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109827940384513010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109827940384513010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109827940384513010' title='Snif Snif'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109809082821068792</id><published>2004-10-18T11:13:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-10-18T06:51:42.896-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Where's Sheldon?</title><content type='html'>Where oh where is Sheldon gone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh where oh where could he be?&lt;br /&gt;Is he on the land? Is he on the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Oh where oh where could he be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you where the fuck he's too. He's out on the bloody couch again!!! Yes, apparently I've been snoring again. I fuckin hate it when he gets out of his bed to go sleep on the couch because of me. He wont make me go out there. I'd preferr that he'd do that, I would sleep just as good out there cuz I'd know in the back of my mind while I sleep that I wouldn't be bothering anyone. But no, he gets up and goes on the couch to sleep. I hate it so much when he does that. I know he'd sleep better if he was in his bed. He has work earlier then me everyday, plus I don't give a flying fuck if I get any sleep or not, I never give a fuck about myself. OH I am so mad at myself! Its always one fuckin thing after another with me, first the wedding, then it was something else right after that I can't really remember what it was but I can remember Lesley and I out in the kitchen and she was naming off all the things to me that I've missed out on since Sheldon and I started going out. Then something else that happend the other night when Sheldon and I were gone for the night, something that I had planned but it didn't work out quite the way I planned it cuz I chickened out and got shy...I hate it when that happens, so I cried about that. Then there was last night. On Saturday I mentioned to Sheldon that I'll finish work at 8 on Sunday and wanted him to come and meet me. Which happens some times, and everytime he does come to meet me, he's always at home when I call him to tell him to "come on, I'm leaving work now". Well Last night I was on the phones at work until 8:20, just as I was clocking out, my friend Ryan passed me and said he was going home, so I asked him could I have a ride and he said come on now. Then Judith wanted a ride too, but before she was ready she had to run and tell somebody something, which did give me like 3 or 4 minutes that I could have used to call Sheldon and tell him not to come and meet me, that I'm getting a ride now. It was pretty fuckin cold last night and I really didn't want him to walk in the cold, he's getting the flu I think bit by bit everyday for the last couple of days. Anyways, did I call him? No of course not. Too fuckin stubbron for that and I assumed that he would be home waiting for me to call him. But I should NEVER assume anything cuz I just make an ASS out of U and ME. Boy is that ever true! So I went on home in the car with Ryan, I walked in the apartment and Mike and Les were on the couch, and Mike says to me, "Where's Sheldon?" and I thought that he was just kidding around with me. I looked everywhere in the apartment for him and Sheldon was gone, Mike wasn't kidding at all. I was so pissed off. Mike loaned me his phone to call Sheldon. I called him and do you know where he was? I'll tell ya. He was at Tim's in front of work waiting for me. He had left like 10 to 8 to go and wait over at Tim's cuz he was expecting a call from me when I got off of work. He had a tea for himself, and he had bought me a coffe and a doughnut. Which he threw out later. How fuckin sweet is that? And I FUCKED THAT UP TOO!!!!!!! Oh I'm just one fuckin disappointment right after another. I'm so sick of it. People would be better off without me ya know. I've always believed that, and maybe thats why I still don't really feel at home here yet. I don't know. But I'm so sick of myself. And yes, the time that will be posted at the bottom of this entry is the right time. It's that flippin early! I'm off today and I don't care if I do get back to sleep. I first woke up at 5ish and realized that Sheldon wasn't in the bed with me anymore. Now at some point in the night I woke up just when Sheldon was getting out of the bed and I asked him where he was going and he said the bathroom, so I didn't think anything else of it, and went back to sleep. I think he just said that so I wouldn't wake up like I am now. I was probably snoring then and thats probably the time he left to go sleep on the couch. Yeah I'd say thats what he did. He didn't even take his pillow or anything with him. He's out wrapped up in my comforter that I brought from home and on one of the pilliows thats out on the couch. I knows he's nar bit uncomfortable on that. Oh me fuckin nerves are shot. I'm going for a cigerette and maybe a little cry of self pitty. Who know's. I'm always cryin' over stupid shit that I say and do. I only do it in the dark tho mind you, when everyones asleep, so no one can catch me. Oh I wish I could just stop being such a disappointment to others and myself!!! Oh I'm so mad at myself!!! The back of my throat is aching right now so I'm gonna go. Take care everyone and don't disappoint like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109809082821068792?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109809082821068792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109809082821068792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109809082821068792' title='Where&apos;s Sheldon?'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109767678293513448</id><published>2004-10-13T16:13:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:43:02.936-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Come Looking For Us </title><content type='html'>Don't come looking for us, Sheldon and I, tonight cuz we won't be home. Tonight we will be staying at the lovely Quality Inn Hotel. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I don't know how "lovely" it is, since I've never been there before but I'll let you know later I guess. I can't wait to go. Sheldon and I are celebrating our second month anniversary and this is my gift to him. Well it's part of it anyway, hee hee hee ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm so excited. I'm in such a good mood today, and I bet work is gonna drag on and on and feel like 10:15 will never get here. blah. The main thing is that it will eventually get here, wheather I crack up or not waiting is another story, j/k. So check out is at 11 am, yeah i know its early, but we're gonna catch a bus back here to the apartment, drop off the suitcase, and then catch the bus again to go back downtown, and Sheldon will treat he and I to breakfast. After we spend some time downtown together, when we come back here, we're going to move all my crap from the living room into his room. I really don't feel all that comfortable in doing that, cuz this is his room, he calls it "ours", but I feel like I'm taking it over. Blah. But Sheldon tells me not to be so foolish, he says its our room, so I just have to keep reminding myself that I guess. But it still makes me a little uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've gotta go and get ready for work now, so I'll post again another day and let ya'll know how everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109767678293513448?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109767678293513448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109767678293513448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767678293513448' title='Don&apos;t Come Looking For Us '/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109750508760003173</id><published>2004-10-11T17:31:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:41:59.893-02:30</updated><title type='text'>I could talk about.....</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the comments all. And Janny Baby, where did you hear about nurse Lola? Last I heard all of her services were postponed for the next 5 to 7 days. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot that I could talk about. I could talk about the wonderful dinner we had yesterday, I could talk about Christmas shopping, I could talk about me and Sheldon went down to George Street on Friday and didn't have a slow dance,  but I won't becuase I have to get ready for work now so I will post something tonight. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109750508760003173?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109750508760003173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109750508760003173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109750508760003173' title='I could talk about.....'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109681731189499919</id><published>2004-10-03T17:28:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-10-03T12:58:31.893-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Huff and Puff</title><content type='html'>Come on tomorrow. I can't wait to start my period tomorrow so that I can get it over with. Oh man these mood swings are driving me crazy. Yes, I hear you laughing Janice, mood swings are usual for me but they get worse when I'm on the pill. I've been on the pill all this month and one minute I could cry and the next I could put my fist through something kinda thing. I'm in a sad mood right now. It will pass wether I want it to or not, it will and it has to because I have to go to work in like 25 minutes. I'd rather sit here, do nothing and be depressed all day. But no I cannot do that, I have to go out in the world and make me some money. LOL I'm tired too. I'm still not used to working days yet and I want to sleep during the day. Oh well I'll get over it, just like I get over everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109681731189499919?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109681731189499919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109681731189499919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109681731189499919' title='Huff and Puff'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109648835668809827</id><published>2004-09-29T22:06:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:35:56.690-02:30</updated><title type='text'>No Suga!</title><content type='html'>Damn it I'm tired! It's 5:22 pm, I went to sleep at 12:30 this afternoon and woke up again at 4:30. I finally got a dryer to put my wet clothes in that was sitting in my laundry bag all afternoon, (it only took 4 hours), how ridiculas. That's it I suppose when you're sharing dryers with an entire building, blah. I was some pissed off this morning. First off I was at work, LOL, thats always a good way to start your day, and I was 20 minutes late getting off the GD phone. I'm usually home by 9:20. So by the time I did get home this morning it was like twenty or quarter to ten, which ment that Sheldon would be leaving for work really soon (at 10:00 to catch the bus). So right off the bat, there wasn't any time for nookie this morning cuz I was so damn late getting home. I wasn't impressed at all! Then Sheldon tells me that he can't find his charger for his phone and that his phone is totally dead. So then we're both running around the apartment looking for this and we can't find it at all. I'm going to have another look around now da once. I was down on my hands and knees looking inside the shoe rack and in shoes and Sheldon stood up behind me and said "look at Jenn down on her hands and knees for me." Hahahhaha, it was the first time in my life I didn't have a come back, so I just laughed. I think I didn't have anything to say back to that becuase I like getting down on my hands and knees for Sheldon. HAHAHAHA. Did that make your eyes pop and jaw drop? Hee hee hee. Good. Sheldon makes my eyes pop too. Hahahaha ok I'll stop now. Oh my wicked ol' stuff. Anyway, I did a lot of running around this morning and waiting for my laundry to dry is the last chore I've got left to do. I just have normal stuff to do now before Sheldon comes home, like shave my legs and have a shower. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;That's it I think, not much else going on really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109648835668809827?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109648835668809827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109648835668809827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109648835668809827' title='No Suga!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109631093794839754</id><published>2004-09-27T20:48:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:22:33.793-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Got The Life</title><content type='html'>I sometimes feel like this is all a bad dream. Like any second now I'm going to wake up from what we call "Reality" as we grow older from a child to a teenager to adulthood. I sit and think about all the things I've done so far in my life. Like going to college. What a big waste of time and money that was. The only thing I accomplished from that was running myself in the hole $29,000. I'll never fuckin own anything, I won't be able to afford it. According to the papers that I recived from "Big Brother",  in 25 years I can have it all paid off. Well lucky me.... when I'm 48 years old I can finally invest in a car, or a house of my own. Yea me. Goooooooooo Team Jenn! I keep thinking that when I wake up I'll be 100 pounds lighter. Me fat? Never! I've been small my whole life. How did I get this big, and flabby? Where did these Oprah arms come from and these arangatang titties? They're not mine? Who put them there? I've never seen them before. How did I go from 8 years old to 22? How did everything in my life change so much and so fast?&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes that I wake from this dream, I'll be able to walk over to Jelly Bean Square and who should I see sittin on the benches in the park?...Davey of course, with all the boys. Scotts mom will still be alive, along with Davey, neither Jeff nor Arse would have any kids, and neither would Tasha for that matter. My brother would be little again, and he'd probably be out on the road playing ball hockey with our neighbour Kirk Ellis, our local Inglis hockey player hero. Natasha and I would adore him from afar. And Desmond, or "Des", as Natasha and I would call him. He wouldn't be married or have a kid, and Natasha and I could go about bitching as normal about his girlfriend who we referred to as "Bush" becuase of the hair on her head. What a mess! LOL&lt;br /&gt;I would awaken from this dream being so glad that everything I went through with Joe never really did happen, and I would still have good credit.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming then that means that I never really did start smoking. I would not have really witnessed such awful things that I have seen in my life. My brother would have never gone through the horrible pain, like I did, of having a friend die at such a young age. They were still kids, just as much as we are now. It shouldn't have happened!&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be living pay cheque to pay cheque, and worring is today the day I get fired my crappy job that I CAN'T afford to quit!&lt;br /&gt;How did we all end up this way? When did I become so obsessed with trying to figure out this life? What ever happend to carefree?&lt;br /&gt;The reality of it all is that this is not a dream! All this stuff actually happend and everyday keeps happening. I can't stop it. And no one else can stop it for me. That's life! We are all living in this very scarry world searching for the answers to these questions. It's not the answers to these questions that I'm mostly concerned about, I would just like to know.........is everything going to be alright?&lt;br /&gt;Now, in saying all of this, I'm making my life to sound like a miserable hell. It's actually not all that bad. I do have the love of a man that I've been searching for all my life, men like Sheldon are very rare and few in this world. I also have love and kindness from his family towards me. I have Mike who ALWAYS goes out of his way to make me laugh when I'm in one of these moods. I have Lesley who has done so much for me, there were many times that I don't know what I would have done without her. She's very much like a sister to me. I've never had a sister before.&lt;br /&gt;I also have many other people, like Debbie, Janice, Natasha, Tamara, and Amanda who are always there for me as well. Huh, maybe I'm a lot better off then I thought? I have it pretty fuckin good actually. When you think about it, I have more then some of the richest people in the world. Love to and from these people, won't pay off my debts, give me good credit, or bring people back from the dead, but they'll sure as hell get me through life, and make me smile and laugh more and more.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still scared and I'd still like to know......will everything be alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109631093794839754?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109631093794839754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109631093794839754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109631093794839754' title='Got The Life'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109568761484975013</id><published>2004-09-20T15:39:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:10:14.850-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand!</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Yes, yes, I am now updating. Hahaha. It's 10:56 am, and I'm still on the shitty overnight shifts. I haven't been to sleep yet. I'm in the midst of make a pizza now for supper, but you knows I'm gonna be having some before I go to bed and call it my breakfast. That's gonna be good to sleep on. blah. LOL. That's if I don't fall alseep first. I'm some shockin' tired despite the fact of being awake all night working, good sex always makes me even more groggier. ;-) Isn't that right honey? Hee hee hee. Oh some shockin. &lt;br /&gt;Sheldon and I went to see Resident Evil yesterday. It was really scarry. Not so much scarry, just really jumpy. Twice, I felt like walking out, but I didn't, I just snuggled into Sheldon more. I was some scared. :-D I actually screamed a little bit at one part. Nonetheless, it was still a good movie. Y'all should go see it. The next movie that I think we're going to see is Wicker Park. I can't wait to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I can spill from me today, I'm too hungry and tired. I have to go cook me pizza then eat it then hit the hay. Till next time. Night night or day day which ever time you read this. Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it's my parents 24th anniversary today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109568761484975013?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109568761484975013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109568761484975013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568761484975013' title='Back By Popular Demand!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109425373290209967</id><published>2004-09-04T01:22:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:52:12.903-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again, jiggity jig!</title><content type='html'>The bus ride home to Bishop's was good. It was certainly a beautiful day for traveling once we got out of the city, away from the fog and dampness. The sun was out for the whole trip home. I had a window seat, and there was hardly anyone on the bus. As we passed everything, I really felt like I was seeing everything for the first time. I guess it's becuase it's been so long since i've seen that stretch, that this time around, I didn't take anything for granted. Well when I got home, there was no one there. Everyone was at work. Turns out that mom was able to get Saturday and Sunday off just not Friday, which was fine, I didn't mind it at all. So I went across the tracks to Foodland, where she and my brother were working, and walking out of the store with a loads of bags of groceries in his hands was this very tall, young guy, with a beard, who looked very familiar to me. I almost walked right passed him before I realized it was my brother. Man oh man, he looked so differnet and so grown up. He's a man now I guess. I wish he didn't have to grow up. But anyway, I tried to attack him with a hug out in the parkinglot, but he kinda moved away from me and said, "Jenn, I'm working", and then giggled. Well I expected that much anyway. So I went on into the store and found Mom. I can still see her big smile in my head. God love her. Well buddy she hugged me and didn't care if she was working or not. Like anyother mom I suppose. LOL. So I stayed there for a few mins and talked to her for a while, then I went home and unpacked and got settled away. I spent a few hours with my dog, Brandy. Oh man, he was some excited I tell ya. He went nuts. He was tied on out in the back yard, and I was only half way in the porch when he knew it was me. He started barking, and doing this little high-pitched growling thing that he does when he gets really excited. So I let him in the house and he went right retarted. He jumped all over me, licked me to death, then he ran from one end of the house to the other a few times, then jumped on me again, and licked me some more. He loves ears, so my ears and chin were covered in doggie slobber, blah, but I let him go on tho. Once he calmed down a bit, I scrubbed myself clean again, and then I went and played with him for a little while until someone came home. I've got tons of picutres of him too. I missed my little doggie so much.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friday night, I went out with my friend Natasha. We walked the same stretch of road that I used to walk all the time as a teenager. As I was walking up the road to meet Natasha, the usual teenagers were hangin about the same old places, but I suddenly realized, that I don't know any of them. I didn't recognize one single person. Usually, you'd see a younger brother or sister of someone that you know, but that wasn't the case this time. Everyone that I know is older then that actually and are probably gone away or are passed the stages of these hang outs. That was a little depressing to me, but it didn't last long, becuase I saw Natasha strutting down the street walking faster and faster towards me. She hugged me for a long time and then we walked back up the street towards "the hill" where we both grew up. As we coming across my cousin's house, Rex and Karen's, we heard voices coming from their back yard, so we walked up the driveway, and there they were in the back yard havin a drink and listening to music. So we hung out there for about an hour then left again. I wanted to finish walking to the top of the hill to see the house that I used to live in. No changes have been made to the house I used to live in but the houses surrounding it have changed quite a bit. I went looking for the little tiny pot hole in the road there and it was paved over. Well after an hour of all this deijavu, it was going for midnight and I had a half hour walk in front of me. So I went home and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about Saturday and Sunday tomorrow. I'm going to go spend time time with Sheldon, Les and Mike now. Well......mostly Sheldon. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109425373290209967?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109425373290209967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109425373290209967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109425373290209967' title='Home again, home again, jiggity jig!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109354158249515937</id><published>2004-08-26T19:30:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:32:38.716-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big day. Yahhhhhhhhh!!! I am going home for a few days. I can't wait. This is the first time that I'll be back home since I moved here. I bet my mom is going to have lazauna made. Mmmmmmmmmmm I can just taste it now. She'll deffinatly have something special cooked just for me. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I haven't stopped since I opened my eyes this morning. I was out running around with Mike and Les this morning. Oh my son, SALES EVERYWHERE, accept for addionelle. I guess thats how u spell it. I bought a shirt from there, I had to come home with some article of clothing since I didn't buy anything at Old Navy. Today was their grand opening. Les and I went in there, and man the line up alone for the check out ran from the front of the store, right on down to the back wall. We didn't have the time or patience to stand in line for an hour or how ever long it would have taken to get checked out, and it didn't look like anyone was moving fast, so we left. They have really nice clothes there tho. Next pay day I'll go over there. By then things shouldn't be as exciting over there. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all shaved, and I'm in the process of drying my laundry. I have yet to get a shower before I go to work, and pack. Oh my non fluckin stop. But hey, at least I'm smooth. Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also bought a little something else to, for my man of course! *evil grin* ;-) heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109354158249515937?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109354158249515937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109354158249515937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109354158249515937' title='Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109336344012138712</id><published>2004-08-24T18:01:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:34:38.836-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitchy, Bitchy</title><content type='html'>I'm just in a bitchy mood because I'm tired, and don't really see much of anybody anymore. Now I know what Lesley went through for so long. Come October, I may be in the same prediciment. I can't remember what I preferenced at work, i know that I was looking at the overnights as a good idea, (at the time), but I can't remember what I put down. So I don't know if thats coming to me sooner or later. Shit! Back when I started working there, the overnight shift was looking good to me because all I could think about was I'd rather be working then out in the living room lying awake in bed, looking at the wall to my left and thinking, that Sheldon is right there behind that wall, and all I wanted was to just be in there with him. Now I've got him, and I'm "behind that wall with him" so to speak, and I may have that taken away from me soon. I don't know. We'll have to see I suppose. I could very well just ask my TL and I'm sure he could look it up for me, but I'm afraid of what he's gonna tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I supose there r worse things that I could complain about. But I don't really feel like it today.&lt;br /&gt;heh, or I could just shut the fuck up altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109336344012138712?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109336344012138712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109336344012138712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336344012138712' title='Bitchy, Bitchy'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109309840348591779</id><published>2004-08-21T16:25:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-21T11:56:43.486-02:30</updated><title type='text'>French fries for breakfast</title><content type='html'>I'm having yummy french fries, weighners, and coke for breakfast. I'm gonna be some sick when I'm done, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had 4 beer yesterday and passed out. Some drunk that was. Hahahahaha  I seriously almost fell asleep outside in the chair once. That's when I decided to come in out of it. I fell asleep at 4 and got up again when Sheldon came home at 8ish. It was a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, what a fright I just got. I'm sitting here with headphones on (as usual) and music blastin, and I thought that I heard someone yelling, like screaming outside, so I took my headphones off and its a fuckin fire truck blazin down the road, pardon the pun. Every single day, a few times a day, you'll always hear sirens, wether its from a fire truck, police, or ambulance, you'll always fuckin hear one. I can't stand the sound. It scares the hell outtah me. I'm not used to hearing these things yet!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go home next weekend and get away from the city for a little while. It will be a nice change. Even if it is only for one day or two, (depending on my schedule at work). Lesley was really laying on the guilt trip last night for me to stay home next weekend, and go to a wedding with her, Mike and Sheldon. She almost had me staying, but nope, I can't stay, I have to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here look what I wrote yesterday (before I got drunk):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel as beautiful as the butterflies in that video&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as skinny&lt;br /&gt;I may not have pearls on my lashes&lt;br /&gt;But you make me feel as beautiful as them&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing missing anymore&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel whole&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is the music that soothes my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109309840348591779?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109309840348591779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109309840348591779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109309840348591779' title='French fries for breakfast'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109301103217883983</id><published>2004-08-20T16:08:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-20T11:40:32.176-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Today, I relax!</title><content type='html'>It's 11:28 am. I'm off today. I've got most of what I had planned to do today done, but one other thing has come up since I started tidying up. I have to go over to the dollar store. The traffic is what bothers me. I'm going to be killed one of these days if I don't watch it. I fuckin hate the traffic here, no one will stop for u, and it doesn't matter if u're in front of them on the road. Like litteraly in front of them. I was infront of one last week, and buddy he didn't slow at all, he kept coming for me, and I was like 'HELLO I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKIN ROAD HERE!!!' but no. I got across and buddy went on his marry little way. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;So far today, I've got all my laundry put away, my little area tiddied up as much it can possibly get at the moment, I've gotta stop buying crap, I've no where to put it. What else have I got done...oh yeah, the sweeping is doing, the vaccumming, all the garbage is put out, and the garbage cans have new bags, and thats about all I've done so far. What I have left to do is shave. :-) ....... and I think thats pretty much it, well besides getting drunk. Yes, yes, thats what i'll be doing for the remainder of the day. Everyone else is working, and i'm here all by myself today, so I'm going to kick back with some drinks and get a bit of sun. Its going to be sweet. I dare say I'll be back here later on writing. I'll be the drunk writting the 'drunken entry'. Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109301103217883983?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109301103217883983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109301103217883983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301103217883983' title='Today, I relax!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109249797386994272</id><published>2004-08-14T17:37:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:15:19.760-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Bad Tummy</title><content type='html'>OOOOHHHHHHHHH me got a bad tummy. Blah. You knows what I did. I ate an egg. I had a very meaty sub sandwhich for breakfast. One layer of baccon, one layer of ham, another layer of baccon, that one egg, cheese, and mayo. Oooohhhhhhh me got bad tummy. Hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm some tired too. I had to get up early and try to finish my laundry. It all got washed yesterday, and some of it finally got dried today. I still have a load of towells to dry yet, and I'm starting a 3:30 shift today, so I don't have time to do that one. I only got the second load done, cuz I beat a feller to the dryer. Oh man, the two of us, I have no idea who he is, but I keep getting to the dryer before him. He told me to go ahead when i came out with my first load, and I snuck in the second load shortly afterwards. His wet blanket is still sitting on the shelf out in the laundry room, and now someone else has the dryer that I was using. My load of whites was dried before the timer went off and there was a man out there with his clothes on the top of the dryer so I gave it to him. Hee hee hee. That's some shockin for me. Too bad, u have to fight to get a bit of clothes done around here. Oh how I miss having a clothes line. Nothing shrinks on the clothes line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I was a kid again. I'd want to be the age I was when we used to all go down to my counsin's house on the 'hill' back home. I can't remember how old I was but i'm guessing somewhere between the age of 8 and 10. On a Friday night or Saturday, my mom and dad, my counsin's parents (Rex and Karen), and some of the other parents on the hill, would all pile up into Rex and Karen's small house, and they'd all be in there drinkin and have the music blastin. And all of us kids would be out in the back yard dancing up a storm, or giving eachother underducks on my counsin's swings. Yes man, we used to have so much fun dancing out there. It would be summer time, of course, and I'd be out in my bare feet. All the kids would be there. Me, my cousins', Greg and Owen, then there'd be Sherri-Lynn, Amanda, Keith, Christopher, Jason, and my brother Jeffrey. We used to have so much fun in the summer times. Wether we'd be swimming in the damn, or playing spot light, or 'grave yard' on Sherri-Lynn's front yard, and her father would drive us out of it everytime, cuz we'd be tarring up the grass that he tried so hard to grow, hahaha, or someone would bring out the radio and put on some music and we'd all dance and have such a good time. Oh man, I would give anything to be a kid again. I'm so glad we moved on Baumont Heights when we first moved to Newfoundland, I don't think I would of had so much fun anywhere else in Bishop's Falls. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109249797386994272?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109249797386994272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109249797386994272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249797386994272' title='Bad Tummy'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109224008347490440</id><published>2004-08-11T18:00:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:36:50.943-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Look Out......She's Having Another Moment!</title><content type='html'>My gawd, I can't wait to get paid tomorrow. I've been looking forward to buying that Peter Frampton cd all week. I know its an oldie, but its a goodie. I'm sure Janice knows what/who I'm talking about. :-) God love ya girl. Sorry I missed your call again last night. Call me on Thursday (tomorrow), I'm off then.&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord, I've been listening to some really old music today. Man it certainly reminds me of when I was a little girl in Toronto thats for sure! I remember a lot from my short time spent there, but the things I remember the most are a lot of hot sunny afternoons, a few gray evenings, one rainny evening that had a beautiful sunset, our front lawn on Calidonia Road and music. There was ALWAYS music playing from somewhere. My parents loved to party all the time. They still do, just not as hard as they used to, obvisouly. LOL. I can still remember the covers of my dads favorite records. There was 'Boston' which had a picture of a spaceship on it with a lot of colors in the background for the night sky, another one that stands out, was his 'Men at Work' record, the cover was yellow with what looked like a telephone cord on it, and one that he had that really freaked me out when i was small, was his 'Eagles' record. It was a light blue back ground with the freakiest looking eagle head sat there in the middle of the, what looked like, snow covered ground.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get paid tomorrow. I just went to view my paycheque online, and man am I ever depressed now. I had a little over $1000 on my cheque, thats gross now mind you, they took $278.11 away in taxes alone. *whimpers*&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thats life I guess. Only two sure things in life, taxes and death. Blah&lt;br /&gt;Man, I feel a white rabbit moment coming on. LOL. I wish I was having a white rabbit moment. Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE RABBIT by JEFFERSON AIRPLANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One pill makes you larger&lt;br /&gt;And one pill makes you small&lt;br /&gt;And the ones that mother gives you&lt;br /&gt;Don't do anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Go ask Alice&lt;br /&gt;When she's ten feet tall&lt;br /&gt;And if you go chasing rabbits&lt;br /&gt;And you know you're going to fall&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillarHas given you the call&lt;br /&gt;Call AliceWhen she was just small&lt;br /&gt;When men on the chessboard&lt;br /&gt;Get up and tell you where to go&lt;br /&gt;And you've just had some kind of mushroom&lt;br /&gt;And your mind is moving low&lt;br /&gt;Go ask AliceI think she'll know&lt;br /&gt;When logic and proportion&lt;br /&gt;Have fallen sloppy deadAnd the White Knight is talking backwards&lt;br /&gt;And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"&lt;br /&gt;Remember what the dormouse said:&lt;br /&gt;"Feed your head&lt;br /&gt;Feed your head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I love that song. Reminds me nothing of Toronto tho. Hahahahaha. Reminds me of when I was at Trev's a few weeks ago to his little shindig. This song was actually played, and I was in the living room sitting on the most comfortable chair. :-D Wicked times Trev b'y, wicked times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109224008347490440?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109224008347490440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109224008347490440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109224008347490440' title='Look Out......She&apos;s Having Another Moment!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109216094811511559</id><published>2004-08-10T20:00:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:35:12.616-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>It's almost time to get ready for work once again. I tell ya, the weekend went by too damn fast. But buddy, I can't complain, cuz I'm still sat here with a big stupid grin on my face. Everyday's been a good day so far. And I'm nic fittin' like a mutha fucka today. Well shit, it's 3:30 already, I gotta go and get ready for another day of higher education, oh wait thats school, not work. Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109216094811511559?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109216094811511559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109216094811511559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109216094811511559' title='Smile'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109205886184154507</id><published>2004-08-09T15:39:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-09T11:22:34.363-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Breathe a Sigh of Relief</title><content type='html'>Well.......this kid is finally alright. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just sitting here now waiting for the bed to dry. Ma and Pa Porter is coming in today and staying for the night, and I've got the bed Febrezed to death, cuz we don't believe in washing anything here, just Febreze the hell out of it! LOL. My philosophy is if it smells clean, then "it must be clean". Hahahaha. Gave myself a manicure yesterday. Lesley did the tips for me. God love her. She's got some good job done! I tried it myself for the very first time on Saturday, well what a mess I had made on my nails. Hahaha. Oh well, I was watching what Lesley was doing yesterday so I'll know what to do next time.&lt;br /&gt;I had this weekend off. I never stopped at all on Saturday, I spent the majority of the day cleaning (the bathroom, dusting the living room, vaccuming, and dishes), then shaved, did my toe nails, and my finger nails. I spent an hour or so talking to Amanda on the net, getting all excited waiting for my man to come home from work.&lt;br /&gt;;-) Awwwwwww SWEEEEEEEETT! You have no idea how good it feels to say that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a nice bbq Saturday night. We were eat by the flies, so we finished eating inside.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, tee hee, we certainly got our excersise I tell ya. Long story short, we walked to Wal-Mart on Stavenger Drive, (which is about a half hour walk from my apartment), and we only took enough money for the bus ride there and home. While we were waiting for Sheldon's prescription to be done, we decided to go to McDonalds. He paid for it on his card, and Miss Genius here wanted Mac Sauce with her fries, and I didn't pipe up about it until after he already had the meal paid for on his card, so I haul out 50 cents from my pocket (my ride home $$$), and pay for my two packs of mac sauce. I was thinking that the transfer I had in my pocket was still good, but of course it wasn't. So we had to walk home again. Hahahahaha. Poor Sheldon was burnt to a crisp when we got back. His face, neck, and the back of his legs were killing him all night. You knows, I just had to keep touching his neck all day by accident. Oh my. He's not as red today as he was yesterday, and I touched his neck again by accident before he left for work, and it didn't hurt him. Thank God. I felt so terrible when we got home and he was in so much pain. :-(&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Lesley came home around supper time yesterday. Lesley called me and Sheldon in the room, she had her hand behind her back at the time, and buddy she wipped the silly string right to us. Sheldon took off into his room, I took off to the living room where all my crap is kept to, and I ripped open my top drawer so fast it fell to the floor. I had two cans of my own silly string in there. Mike had one going to. So the three of us were out in the living room, and kitchen going nuts with the silly string. Well what a state was here when the cans were finally empty. hahahahhaa it was a lot of fun tho. Cleaning it up wasn't as much fun. LOL Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for me today, back to work again later on. So everyone stop complaining that I need to update my blog, it's done now! hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109205886184154507?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109205886184154507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109205886184154507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205886184154507' title='Breathe a Sigh of Relief'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109146085726523619</id><published>2004-08-02T17:32:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:04:17.266-02:30</updated><title type='text'>What the hell else am I supposed to do???</title><content type='html'>Yeah..........so I'll just sit here and sip my coffee, as if nothing's wrong, nothing's going on. I went to bed with such a heavy heart last night. I honestly didn't think I was going to sleep a wink. I tossed and turned a little bit, then just laid on my back with my arms over my head, staring at the ceiling,  thinking about stuff thats happened over the past two weeks, and stuff that didn't continue on for whatever reason I have no fucking idea, but I'm gonna find out one way or the other before I crack. Then I turned into the wall, stared at that for a little while, had a little cry for myself, then eventually, I did fall asleep. And I didn't ajar until 10:30ish this morning. I wanted to sleep longer, but I just couldn't do it, and my back was really stiff. So after sitting up in bed for like a half hour, unable to move, i evenutally got up, took some pills, made some coffee, and packed up some dirty dishes to get them ready for their bath. For the rest of day I'll just keep trying to convince myself that everything's alright and nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* Arrrgh, Quit yer belly achin' Jennifer. Get over it girl!&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been hearin' the last little while, (my what they call "inner voice", not voices in my head LOL). But I don't wanna get over yet, when things could be so great and wonderful in that respect. I could be missing out on the best thing that could ever happen to me. Then theres other side of it. If it never happens, I could be missing out on other things in my life that I've been overlooking.&lt;br /&gt;We'll thats it for my speal today. I have to go and get ready for work now. Blah. I hate my fuckin job, then again, i haven't met one person there who does like it. But i'm quittig as soon as I find something else. I've already made a few phone calls last week. I'm just waiting for some replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109146085726523619?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109146085726523619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109146085726523619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146085726523619' title='What the hell else am I supposed to do???'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109103402354807802</id><published>2004-07-28T19:01:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:33:55.853-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dream</title><content type='html'>Outtah breath, outtah breath. Strange pains float up my ribs. It's a good pain, that makes me crave for more. Lips and fingers swollen , tingling thighs, and a burning tummy. Noise flows from your throat, gasping for breath, licking the air with your tongue. Looking for something, looking, looking,...........There it is! Touch me there again, over and over and over. Straighten it out, curl it up just a little. I felt like I could die. Almost wished that death would take the place of this aching torture. But a wave of rushing water flowed over my head, down my entire body, making me feel limp and lifeless. I opened my eyes, and here I am in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109103402354807802?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109103402354807802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109103402354807802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103402354807802' title='Strange Dream'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-109042805675152004</id><published>2004-07-21T18:39:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:10:56.753-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I Good Enough???</title><content type='html'>Holy fuck. Energys plus today. Blah! *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon told me to go back to sleep, I should have listened to him. I did a shift swap today, so I'm starting a little later then usual. I start 6:15 and finish at 2:45. So Debbie if you read this before tomorrow, I've got Friday off. :-) &lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet fuck, I'm gonna be sooooo tired tonight. I hope its not busy. Last night was pretty good. I was in que for like maybe 10 minutes, and by then, I was telling people that theres an "issue" in their area. Only one of them did have an issue. The other 3 people didn't. They were calling in saying that their internet was slow. It wasn't the Internet that was slow, I came to find out that it was their OS. I only argued with one of them that it was their OS, the rest I was just like, "Yeah, our technicians are working on this issue, call back in 24 hours." Fuckin' fuckers. Ignorant, fuckin' know - &amp;nbsp;it - all American Bastards!!! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feelin' sick as a dog right now. I ate too much for dinner. I made chicken and rice and put way, way, way, too much spice on it. Blah! I've got some left over, so I'll try to feed it to Mike when he comes home to his dinner. LOL. :-) &lt;br /&gt;I got on the dreaded scale today. I've got another 2 pounds gone!!!! Finally down in the 100's again!!! Wooo Hoooo. :-D Awww to be skinny again. It's only a dream to me right now.... like so many other things I want in my life. OH I'M SO ANNOYING. I wish that I could just stop annoying people. Huh, I know how to do that. All I have to do is shut up. &lt;br /&gt;I had a point today, and something to say that went along with today's title, but its gone now, and I'm too depressed to think straight, right now. So......we'll try it again tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-109042805675152004?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109042805675152004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/109042805675152004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109042805675152004' title='Am I Good Enough???'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108974217994188040</id><published>2004-07-13T15:31:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-07-13T15:39:39.943-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Day Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Fuckin Blogger isn't working properly at the moment so I have to resort to this 'WordPad'. Sheldon's site isn't working properly either, which rots me because I've been reading some interesting things in his "shout box" the last two days *wicked grin*, and I wanted to see what was there today. Hopefully it will all be back to normal by tomorrow. I can't wait for tomorrow I tell ya, finally a day off. Oh man, I was falling asleep at work yesterday and the chair I was sitting in was able to recline a little further then I'm used to, so of course I was taking full advantage of that, and I'm guessing that's why my back is so stiff today. Oh well, can't really complain too much I spose when I've got someone here who'll rub my back for me when I ask, God love ya! ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh..... I'm just sitting here listening to 'my boys', (The Beatles). Hahaha, laugh all u wants, I love them. Their music always relaxes me. It's such a nice day today, I was out twice already walking around in the grass with my bare feet. That's what I love the most about summer. If I'm somewhere that I can get away with wearing nothing on my feet, then I'll take advantage of it. The ground is so warm, and the grass is so soft. Ahh God love it. &lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be awesome! I hope it turns out to be as good as the summer of '97, or maybe better then that summer, that would be good too. :-D Some people from back home are moving to town this summer. I can't fuckin wait to see them again. My best 'guy friend' Cory, will be here in maybe the next week or two. I can't wait to see him again. I miss him so much. And the other fella, who I ran into about two months ago I guess, we'll call him "Bob", is moving to town sometime in August. His roommates are from back home too, I've already ran into them a coulple of times the last month or so. "Bob" is an ex of mine. Oh yes, and "Bob's" girl friend is supposed to be moving in with him too. She's from the lovely ol' town of Grand Falls - Windsor. I fuckin hate chicks from that place. But anyway, you KNOWS I can't wait to meet her!!!! That's supposed to be read with a bit of sarcasism if u couldn't tell. LOL. Oh yes, if she only knew how much of a tramp "Bob" is. Hahahaha. But hey, in my defense, he kissed me, I just... didn't stop him  (some shockin').........everytime he kissed me. Hahahahhahahaha. Oh well, "Bob" cheated on me too back in the day. It was nice kissing him again. DAMN that boy can kiss!!! Woooo! He must of had a very good teacher ;-) Damn right he did! I am no where near confident when it comes to anything else, I'm like a fumbling virgin everytime, but one thing I do know is how to kiss. Mmmmmmm love it!  Ah well, it was a one time thing and it didn't go any further then that. Unfortunately? or Fortunately? Probably fortunately. Yes definately fortunately! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....come back down to earth now Jenn, come on, it's nice here. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh I need some sleep. I need a smoke!!!! No I don't! Muther fucker, this trying to quit smoking is soooooooooo hard!!!! And today I'm only running on 4 and a half hours sleep. I can't wait for 1:45 tonight, then I'm off. OH to sleep, sleep, sleep. Yeah... we'll see how much sleep I get. Fuck sakes. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my speel for today. Later kids. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108974217994188040?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108974217994188040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108974217994188040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974217994188040' title='Good Day Sunshine'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108930793869551480</id><published>2004-07-08T14:14:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-07-08T15:07:01.746-02:30</updated><title type='text'>100% Satisfied.</title><content type='html'>Oh man, ever have a song or a piece of music move you? I'm sure u must have at some point. Well I'm just listening to this song, one that I listen to at least once everyday. I mean I've heard it a thousand times before. But today, it moved me! Inspired me! I was just sitting there looking at some pics, and I could feel this huge bout of emotion wellup inside my chest, my eyes closed, and I was litteraly gone for like maybe 5 or 6 seconds. It was 'almost' like an orgasim. It was fuckin awesome, is what it was! I haven't had that happen to me in such a long, long, time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil grin* Wanna know where I went? ........ Well do ya??....&lt;br /&gt;He he he.....then read on........ hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running down a dark hallway, as I ran past an opened doorway an arm reached out and grabbed me. I didn't get a fright eventhough I couldn't see his face, I knew who it was. He took me into his arms and started kissing me madly and ripped off all my clothes with just as much force. He was already naked! :-D &lt;br /&gt;The next thing, we're in my kitchen, and he's got me propped up on the counter and he's stood right in front of me, harder then a rock, ;-) Then he starts to enter me very slowly, he's careful not to hurt me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and as he's entering me, I could feel it, like for real. My whole body litteraly shook! Then I snapped out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddening isn't? Oh how sweet it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108930793869551480?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108930793869551480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108930793869551480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108930793869551480' title='100% Satisfied.'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108904714537295936</id><published>2004-07-05T14:29:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:35:47.183-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Not Finished Yet!</title><content type='html'>This is just something I've been working on for the last little while. Nothing major, and I don't have anything else to write in here. Not much going on. Saw the movie "White Chicks" yesterday. It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I may turn this into a story later, I can't seem to fit it into a poem....obviously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl named Brenda Lee&lt;br /&gt;Who loved a man who could not see&lt;br /&gt;The blind man was called Jamie Brown&lt;br /&gt;And he turned her world upside down&lt;br /&gt;He made her happy, he made her sad,&lt;br /&gt;He made her crazy, he drove her mad&lt;br /&gt;With the touch of his hand he filled her with desire&lt;br /&gt;He made her body burn for him, hot like fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got so far. If u think of anything else, let me know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108904714537295936?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108904714537295936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108904714537295936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108904714537295936' title='Not Finished Yet!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108887729233622583</id><published>2004-07-03T15:02:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-07-03T15:24:52.336-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Jenn</title><content type='html'>DAMN BABY!!! I must say, I looked pretty hot last night. :-) Lesley straightend my hair for me, and I looked some shockin good. I felt some good too. First time in a long, long, time! It's still pretty straight today, it just needs to be touched up. So thats what i'm going to do b4 I go to work this evening. My friends at work are going to be so surprised. I can't wait for them to see me. I don't know y I did this perm thing. Actually I do, but I'll never say. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a blast last night. I always do when I'm out with the roomies. It was so hot and sticky out last night, and the wall-to-wall bodies in Peddlers didn't help either. I was soaked with sweat. But its better that way. I love it, when its so packed that u can actually smell the sweat off the people next to you. And the music was loud, which I love even more. But they didn't play really good music, unfortunately, but I still enjoyed myself. I got my fill so I'm good for another little while. That's it for now gotta go and get ready for work and stare at the pics that were taken last night. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108887729233622583?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108887729233622583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108887729233622583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108887729233622583' title='Pretty Jenn'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108828106811174376</id><published>2004-06-26T17:37:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-06-26T17:49:58.173-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Er'body in the Apartment gettin' Tipsy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5:38 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here with the music blastin in my ears. I will get us all evicted if I unplug my headphones. Hahahaha *evil laugh* Do I dare? Nahh! &lt;br /&gt;So the point of all of this is.....I'm home by myself!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yaaahahhhhhhhh PARTY!!!!! LOL. No not really. But we'll see what happens later on tonight. I know of two people from work who are coming down for a beer after work. Mind now, that's going to be some time around 1ish. And right now, I'm in the middle of cleaning up the apartment. It took me all bloddy day to do my laundry, but now thats all done and thrown on top of Sheldon's bed. I'm kinda in between cleaning up the living room and sweeping at the same time. My back is really hurting right now, so I'm taking breaks in between everything. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have a phone here, so I have to run over to Irving soon and make a phone call or two, see what I can get on the go for tonight!!! ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and the title for this entry was uttered by me last night, when Les and I were outside, sitting down havin a beer. It was really funny. Ya had to be there I guess. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108828106811174376?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108828106811174376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108828106811174376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108828106811174376' title='Er&apos;body in the Apartment gettin&apos; Tipsy!!!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108805551544626293</id><published>2004-06-24T03:06:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-06-25T14:23:49.590-02:30</updated><title type='text'>More Lyrics to sooth my soul</title><content type='html'>FEEL LIKE MAKING LOVE by Bad Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, when I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I think about love&lt;br /&gt;Darlin', don't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And your love&lt;br /&gt;If I had those golden dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;I would wrap you in the heaven&lt;br /&gt;'till I'm dyin' on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin'&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin' love&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin' love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, if I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I think about love&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' if I live without you&lt;br /&gt;I live without love&lt;br /&gt;If I had the sun and moon&lt;br /&gt;I would give you both night and day&lt;br /&gt;Of satisfyn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin'&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin'love&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had those golden dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;I would wrap you in the heaven&lt;br /&gt;'til I'm dyin' on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin' love&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin' love&lt;br /&gt;(repeat many times)&lt;br /&gt;Feel like makin' love to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108805551544626293?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108805551544626293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108805551544626293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108805551544626293' title='More Lyrics to sooth my soul'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108783495253916397</id><published>2004-06-21T13:20:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-06-21T13:52:32.540-02:30</updated><title type='text'>COME ON FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>Man I'm so nervous about work today. I had a very restless night last night. Nightmare after nightmare. I did have a lot of junk before I went to bed. I should know better. That combined with my first day out on the floor today, didn't make for a good nights' sleep. I kept screaming in my sleep and waking people. Sheldon got me a glass of water, God love him. I was up at 3:00 this morning eating more pizza. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Last night when Mike brought Lesley to work, Sheldon and I were here filling up condoms with water to through at Mike when he came home. We didn't get him wet and he ran away. It was funny tho. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck! It's 1:43 pm already. I have to get in the shower and start getting ready for work. I don't want to. I wanna sit here, listen to music, and talk to myself with this blog thing all day. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see how I feel about this job on Friday. I know I'll feel a hell of a lot more comfortable. I just wish I could skip the nervousness part. Blah. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11:08 this morning, and found that Sheldon was gone. I think I remember him asking me did I want to get up now. I have no idea what i said. But I woke up at 11:08 and found that he was gone to work. :-( So I got up, piddled around, and went back to sleep until 12:30. I was dreaming about being on the phones at work. Hahahaha. I hate using my dream time on work. I've been dreaming about work almost everynight since I started working there. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no more stalling i gotta go now and get ready. Wish me luck kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108783495253916397?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108783495253916397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108783495253916397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783495253916397' title='COME ON FRIDAY!'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6860839.post-108783204536622818</id><published>2004-06-21T13:03:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2004-06-21T13:04:05.366-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Everyday I Write the Book lyrics</title><content type='html'>Don't tell me you don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're old enough to know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find strange hands in your sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man with a mission on two or three editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm giving you a longing look&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday I write the book.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One: We didn't really get along.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter Two: I think I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four&lt;br /&gt;Five and Six.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm giving you a longing look . ..&lt;br /&gt;The way you walk&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk and try to kiss me&lt;br /&gt;And laugh in four or five paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;All your compliments and your cutting remarks&lt;br /&gt;Are captured here in my quotation marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm giving you a longing look . . .&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I write the book.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me you don't know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between a lover and a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;With my pen and my electric typewriter&lt;br /&gt;Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal&lt;br /&gt;I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm giving you a longing look . . .&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday I write the book.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;everyday I write the book. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6860839-108783204536622818?l=theramblingsofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108783204536622818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6860839/posts/default/108783204536622818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theramblingsofme.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783204536622818' title='Everyday I Write the Book lyrics'/><author><name>Poetic Pains</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
