I do what I wanna do...

Tsk Tsk Tsk...and a Merry Christmas

2006-12-18T20:56:00.000-08:00

Recently I had the joy of being near a mall in Ottawa during the Christmas season..People from PEI think it's bad..Think Again. The traffic was so bad that police were guiding drivers in and out of the parking lot..not only that, there were no parking spots anywhere. It litterally took me 40 minutes to find a spot..I eventually sat in one spot and waited for my fellow shopper friend to rescue me by jumping in their holy shit mobile and driving off into the Ottawa sunset. People are CRAZY this time of year. What ever happened to just maybe 1 item to people. What's all this about the 100.00 we tend to spend and the people we give the presents to, don't know the difference and frankly don't care what the price was. I, for one, would be happy if a friend or family member gave me a card(with 100.00 in it...just kidding) saying what they feel, or say that they're thinking of me, and/or praying for me. That means a lot. Seriously.
Knowing a Christmas like that will never be because of the intense commercialization that happens over Christmas, I've also given in to the wrath of purchasing gifts for many people; however, I'm a person that thoroughly enjoys giving people things, and I'm very happy to be able to do so. For those of you who have received a gift or gifts from me, I hope you all know that I put a lot of thought into the gifts I give and try not to get gift certificates as it, to me, defeats the purpose of gift giving. It's like " hey i don't really know you, but you must like clothes, so here's a gift certificate from Smart Set." I don't work like that folks. So if you're looking for a gift certificate go ask one of your friends you don't know that well.
On another note, I just got off work, and there was a riot early on in the evening. Minus a few cuts on my legs from chairs being thrown at me along with a sore shoulder from a restraint or two, I made it through my second ever riot.
On a happy note, there are 3 days until I go home, to the island, where I fear I will regain my once sought after accent. I know it sounds crazy folks, but I did lose a lot of my slang. I can turn it on and off, but tend not to use it around the Ontario folk as they tend to get confused VERY easily. Small words work best.
I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a sober New Year.(dont' wanna wake up beside Mr. or Mrs Wrong, and feel like you'd rather knaw off your arm that's under their body than to face actually talking to them) Hope you all really start to find the true meaning of Christmas and are able to share it with others.
God Bless

Goodbye Old Friend

2006-12-10T06:21:00.000-08:00

As most of you know, I had a fabulous dog, Champ, for the past 7 years. This was the incredi-puppy. One of the smartest dogs I've ever come to know. Unfortunately, he became sick a few weeks ago, and had to be put down this past friday. This is going to be my dedication to Champ because he deserves it.
And as a dedication I'm gonna jot down a few odd memories I have of him...
This incredi-pooch (border collie part beagle) played a significant role in my life and the life of my family. Years of not getting along seemed to disappear when Champ was around and made for less uncomfortable conversations. I got Champ when he was 5 weeks old (the runt of the pact..born on April 1st) and the first few nights he slept in my bed..unfortunately, he peed all over my sheets twice and that was that. He then went to a box...which he howled at for a few nights..and that was that...then I left him in my garage until he got used to being alone and not howl..then he came back in the house. Every night thereafter until I moved out when I was 17, Champ slept with me in my bed.
This was not just any regulard dog. I began teaching him tricks shortly after getting him and he caught on very quick. His tricks included the obvious: sit, lay down, stay, and shake a paw. However, he caught onto others very quickly: play dead, roll over, sit pretty, keep something on his nose and flick it up to catch it..and my personal favorite-go get it. I'd tell Champ to go get something in the house, and he would go get it and bring it to me...
Champ had a very protective side to him and he unfortunately took that out on a few unsuspecting victims who fell to the wrath of his teeth. One of those people was Kim Baglole. Champ nipped her in the ankle..although funny at the time, i think it left her with a complex. He also hated the paper boy....I mean really. He even met the damn kid one day, but continued to try and kill him with everytime he dropped off the paper( everyday ).
My favorite game to play with champ was hide-and-seek. I would tell him to stay in the kichen while I went to hide..then I'd call him..and he would trott through all the rooms until he found me...in which I look would come across his face of sheer delight and his tail would be a waggin.
I know this is probably a bore the lot of you who didn't know him, but for my sanity, this had to be said.
Champ was not only my protector, he was a good friend, and if it wasn't for him, I may not have made it through the dreadful high school years with as much sanity as I have. Thanks for listening.
Love you Champers

Sometimes I wonder

2006-12-05T17:22:00.000-08:00

Some people may be wondering "Hey, is Mindy really working, or did she build an igloo and move in with an Eskimo in Nunavut". Well folks, unlike mine and Tasha's song "Cold Love", I did not move to the north, and I'm not all about living in snow.
Although once I had a dream that I was mysteriously trapped inside of an igloo with a professional scrabble player. He kept making stupid words that made no sense, and then would say they were in the damn dictionary but didn't have a stupid one to show me. He claimed he used the words before, but his friend Knuck Knuck told me different on our adventure to find a pizza parlor in downtown Nanisivik. He claimed Knuck Knuck was a phony and that he only became a professional cause he knows the Betty from Long Island who makes the final decisions on people becoming professionals. So, we couldn't find the pizza parlor, but we had a good chat.

On a life note, I'm sure you're all wondering, I'm still working with little shit pricks in group homes and still with the school board. It's all good though. Had a girl drink a bottle of hairspray last week, and then claim her throat hurt...bright one she is. Think she's flyin with the shit hawks...or a really big buzzard.
Other than that, only a few weeks now until the ole PEI comes a callin, and Ricky finally got his grade 10 while bubbles was left feedin the cows..
Peace out

Best Party Ever..

2006-11-19T07:36:00.001-08:00

Now, for those of you who still don't understand what a kitchen party is, just stop asking. We gathered a bunch of people into Nancy's basement last night for a little, soiree of fiddle sets, country kickers, and foot stompers. Note to all readers: If you want to have a good party, invite teachers..they get surprisingly drunk after a long week of teaching.
So, no lie, I played for about 5-6 hours straight. The only time I stopped was to do a little Mindy dance with J-9 in the middle of the crowd. The microwave, The Lumberjack, The Q-Tip, The Grocerie Shopper, The Fireman, The Lawnmower, The Sprinkler, and my personal fave, my dad dancing, were the highlights from this event. I think I scored big with the old man dance...but then J-9 came up with the big booty dance which stole the show. But what night would be complete without a little "Put Another Log on the Fire". I think the YMCA was a bit much..a little on the Kareoke sound, but hey, whatever gets the folks up to dance is alright in my books.
We had people playing spoons left right and centre as well as a beautiful piece of accompaniment: the Egg. I brought along 2 eggs and Nancy had about 4 that were used for the most part of the night...through every song....and even when no one was playing. We also had a bodhran, and a djembe, which are both in the drum category for those of you who have never heard of them.
The fiddler we had knew absolutely everything you would ever want to hear from PEI...yes folks including the St. Ann's Reel.(which I'm not a huge fan of, but it's an Island fave). The people from Ontario didn't know what hit them last night with all the East coast drama. Which leads me to this conclusion: No one knows how to party better than the East Coasters.
Geter dun

Sanity is one closed door away..

2006-11-13T13:15:00.000-08:00

This past month has been up and down for me really. While configuring this so called " work " with this "life" i've tried to find a balance and have truthfully fallen short of sanity. Now, it's not that I don't have a life, because realistically I have it pretty good considering I'm 9 months into a new city, job, and altogether lifestyle and doing pretty well. It's that in order for me to actually enjoy a day off, I have to have at least 2 days off before. This may sound odd, I know, I live it. But, it usually takes me 1 day to dig out of the depression that these little jerks put me in, and the following day is usually my "clean up the apartment and do the laundry that I haven't done in a week, day. So, there goes 2 days, which leaves the third that I can actually enjoy..which most of the time I don't cause it's rare that I get 3 whole days off.
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, because I do love this job, but Terrace Youth Residential Services,( for those of you captivated oh so much in my life, that's the full time job), has literally made me feel inadequate as a person, as well as a Youth worker. Knowing this is crap is one thing, feeling that it's true is another.
And besides the annoyance of working, on days off, IT'S FRIGGIN RAINING EVERYDAY! I think this province has been cursed with some sort of extra rain intake. I can't believe the amount of no sunshine I've seen in the past 3 months. It's probably more depressing than having to work everyday. At least the little darlings don't run away when it's raining..although i wish they would.
On a lighter note, I'm going to PEI for Christmas. Yes folks, it's true. Deck yer halls, and load yer boats, cause I'm coming home and i'm ready for some drinkin PEI style. From December 22nd until January 1st or 2nd, I will be indulging myself in the serenity, tranquility and peacefulness of being with my dearest and closest friends...that means you Kurtiss, and bringing myself back to reality if only for 10 days.
In other news, I was gonna get a cat, but didn't want to keep her boxed up in the apartment.....then again.....I live here..
Peace

New York

2006-10-29T19:03:00.000-08:00

So I decided to go to Syracuse, New York today on a road trip with my buddy Steph. We left around 7:30 am and met some interesting things along the way. First of all, it was not the nicest of days..and the weather appeared to be colder as we headed to the US of A. Driving through Ogdensburg, New York we came across what appeared to be a Menonite Calvary heading to God knows where. Every 2 minutes we ran into a bearded man, with a woman or two in his carriage with the horsey pullin them along..We also spotted every few yards a sign that said "Posting" which we didn't know what the hell it was for, but it was pissin us off that it was posted every time we looked around. We eventually figured it out the hard way.
As we were travelling it began to snow (to Americans it was probably a blizzard, but it was just a little wet snow to me "Queen of the Snow Island". As we were driving in this "snowy weather" there was an accident that left one SUV completely demolished and another 1/4 ton truck in pretty bad shape...the Interstate Police were everywhere......and I mean everywhere.
So we arrived in Syracuse at around 10:30 but not before paying 2 tolls..folks, it costs money to get onto and off of the interstate as well as to get into the states..i can understand the getting into part, but getting onto the intersate? that's dumb. So we arrived to Waterloo Premium Outlets, which was like heaven in a strip mall. No joke people there were 103 outlet stores complete with all you'd ever dream of and any where you'd ever want to shop. LOVE IT!!
We spent the majority of the day here and left in the afternoon for a fun trip back to the land of the sane, and the home of the "I'm not scared of no white stuff fallin on the ground..friggin Amercian babies.
As we were returning, I happened to develope a sort of "heavy foot" persay, and well, I was chased by the friggin State Patrol for like 20 minutes..that's a joke..i pulled over. The officer who came to the window was very polite and asked if I knew why he had stopped me. I explained to him that I was goin a little fast, but the numbers on the odometer were so bloody small..he laughed...and asked if we were shopping in Waterloo..agreeing to this, he also said because we had spent so much money today, he'd let me go, but to slow it down...cute cop..blue eyes...
So, the trip continued and we finally figuered out what the bloody signs were. Posting, as it said on the top, was a No Tresspassing sign..which is what we guessed but we literally stopped and took a picture to make sure.
The last stop before our beautiful Canadian soil was the border crossing..which isn't always fun, but there was a hot guy workin, so it made a big difference. After paying duty, we were on our way and back to the Red and White phenom.
A reminder for any of you crossing the border:
No guns at the border...that's bad.
Don't push the Menonites...they're not always nice.
State Police do not like to be told that you're speeding to get the hell out of their country...it's a bit offensive.
And finally, if in doubt, don't eat the steak...it's not real meat. Canadian Beef. Mmm..Mmm..tasty eh?
LOVE IT

Kitchen Party

2006-10-22T20:05:00.000-07:00

So, as a research projet, I set out in Ottawa...mainly my work place..to find out what Ontarioians know what 1: A kitchen party is; and 2: What happens at a Kitchen party. (mainly ya get shit faced loaded, and play instruments that you never knew you could play...spoons come in handy at a local kitchen party). Approximately 15 people gathered at Nancy Mac's rez this past Saturday, which turned out to be a pretty lively event. What with the guitars, piano, Bodhran, egg, and spoons, ya never knew what was gonna happen. So, back to my research. Not one person I spoke with over the last couple of weeks, knew what the hell I was talking about when I said "we're having a kitchen party". One idiot actually thought people came over to cook. Has our culture evolved so much in the past 10 years, that a city of almost 1 million doesn't recognize or even understand what a true party is or consists of? I feel sorry for the children in Ontario who will never get the chance to hear fiddle tunes, amazing songs (ie Put Another Log on the Fire/ My Ding-a-Ling), step dancers, and some guy named Leo or Buddy Whatshisname, telling stories in the corner about their childhood and how for fun they would roll each other down a hill in a tire.(wait a minute..that was my childhood)
This was the first time in a long time (about 4 years) that the party I was attending actually had music all night (not just in the background to drown out the sounds of random men belching to make themselves look like incredibly gross idiots.)
A fun night to say the least. Unfortunately we couldn't get a fiddler, so we made due with what we had.
On another note, to those of you actually following my life, I quit my full time job at Terrace Youth Residential Services. I did this for a few reasons: 1: They warehouse kids 2: The pay is shit and I could make more at Tim Hortons and 3: They've treated me like shit, I've never had a thank you, and they completely take me for granted.
My morals and ethics came into play, and I had to leave for my own sanity. I told them I would work part time until the end of November, and they didn't even attempt to change my mind, leaving me to feel dispensable to them and worthless. Luckily, my other 2 jobs are very good in pay and ethics, and I feel much more appreciated for my skills. TYRS can go fly with the Shit Hawks.
Peace

Baby Mac and More

2006-10-09T19:11:00.000-07:00

So happy thanksgiving to all those i didn't see over the holiday..which is probably the majority of the people reading this. I spent TG in TO patiently awaiting the arrival of the MacEachern Baby (aka Drew Duncan Raymond MacEachern). Prior to the actual birth (sunday), Andrea - mamma, Nancy-sista and myself went hiking....now, I don't know who's reading this but how many 9 month 5 day, pregnant ladies go for a hike the day before they're being induced? She could have potentially busted the ole water out in the wilderness, but with our fast acting abilities in the woods we were able to get mamma back to the house within 2 hours of leaving her residence. (she was hiking better than me out there) That same night, Nancy and I went to pick up older sister Sue, who was having a bash. Now, this is an important part of my story, because it was the funnest bar hopping night EVER! The idea for the night was that an RV was picking up the 25 or so of us, and taking us to 4 mystery bars in the city. We were VIP so didn't have to wait in line, and we didn't have to pay cover...I on the other hand, didn't even have to pay for my 7 shots...yeehaw...We had a blast.
The following day, Andrea went in at 9, induced at 10 am, and baby out by 9:42.

I know some of you were wondering what happened to the Polar Bear...well...nothing...I made the story up believe it or not...I know that was mean but I was just bored really.
To all those in computer land, thanks for listening. For all those actually interested in my life, thanks..hopefully something incredible will happen before my next blog....

Life Update

2006-09-30T19:20:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's been awhile since I wrote a blog so I decided to update you all in my progress of finding true happiness..which does not entail working at Terrace Youth Residential Services. Work is going...that's it..it's going. I now currently have 3 jobs: Terrace Group Homes (all female+Full time), Roberts Smart Group Home (co-ed+part time), and I just got a job with the Catholic School Board as an Educational Assistant ( an EA for those of you familiar, and a TA for those of you who remember the olden days). I'M BUSY. So as far as having a life, I don't really have one. On the other hand I think I know what I want to do when I grow up..ha..I think I want to be a Chaplain in the Catholic School Board...or a Youth Ministry Leader..since the Chaplain probably makes more of the green stuff and I does the same overall job, I think I'd like to go for that.
So, as I sit here and ponder upon something that may be funny in my life..i got nothin. So Nancy just gave me an idea. This is a story about a Polar Bear named Cedric, who loved the circus. Cedric also loved the Trapeze. Cedric loved the Trapeze so much that he named his first bear cub Trap and his second Peze.....
this story will continue, on the next post....duh duh duuuuuhhh
Yahoo

Lafonda

2006-09-22T08:48:00.000-07:00

For those of you still out in left field, I have bought myself, FINALLY, a reliable vehicle. This is number 7 folks so I'm quite proud of her. Because she's a Honda (and a pretty one at that) I decided to give her a pretty name that rhymes. LAFONDA, is her name and if anyone had viewed the movie Napoleon Dynamite, you'll remember her quite well and the way her name is pronounced. If you haven't viewed the movie..get out of your bubble and go rent it.

Unfortunately, I was down in Vanier the other night (the bad news part of town) and some idiot either backed into her or drove into her and now I have a slight dent above my driver side fender. Not impressed with this city. Folks, if you happen to back into someone's NICE car, just leave a damn note appologizing. Don't drive away with the owner fummingly pissed off and no one to yell at. A simple appology would have done..I would be fine...now I'm out for vengence in Vanier. If I find the arshole who did this, I'll get some money out of him. I know I probably won't find him, but that's just my problem now isn't it. Lesson of the day: Leave a note on the person's car you ran into (unless it's a 1985 Grand Marquis).

A True Islander

2006-09-18T13:01:00.000-07:00

So, I went to the big city this past weekend...yes it's true folks, the T-Dot. After some discussions on friday night with some true Torontonians,the overall concensus was that people from PEI are odd, funny and do weird things to pass the time. Take for instance MY childhood. Kids nowadays need video games, television and crack cocaine to keep them occupied, where as a fun day when I was 12 was getting my brother to put me inside of a tire and throw me down the gully. Not only did this pass the time, I kept in shape. Do you know how difficult it is to stay inside of a tire going down a hill at 30 km/h? Try it with your kids. Another fun game as a child was Leepo. This is where two people stand on opposite sides of a house, (or barn in my childhood) and one person throws a ball over the roof. That person decides which way to run, the other person catches the ball, and his/her object is to catch the other person before they get back to their side of the barn. This is a VERY fun game. Only, if you're running fast, don't look behind you going around a corner. This happened to be once, and my brother ran into me. He was angry. I wound up having many unnecessary bruises that day.
The kids in Ontario, I must say, have ADHD. Upon going to Canada's Wonderland on Saturday, not one ride did we not find children climbing walls, screaming their heads off, or punching each other because that's the fun thing to do. At one of the rides, there were 4 obnoxious young teenagers who would NOT calm themselves down. Climbing fences, walking on the hand rails, and yelling for the 30 minute wait. Just as we got to the coaster, we were waiting for them to get the hell out of the way. I was leaning on the gate and as the main annoying teenager rolled past me, he looked at me, right in the eye, and said "Pow" while flicking his fingers like a gun. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? Friggin kids. Do they know who I am? I WILL RESTRAIN THEIR ASS!
Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with the 1980 version of PEI, we couldn't get off the island unless it was by plane, which was too expensive for us poor folk, or take the ferry either to Nova Scotia, or everybody's favorite, the New Brunswick crossing with none other than the Abbie. For those of you unfamilar, this was the Titanic of ferry's to us. My first escalator experience until I was nearly 17 was on the Abbie. Not only did we get a free ride to the top floor, there was an arcade for the 45 minute boat trip. Now, if we did in fact take the ferry to New Brunswick and happen to go to say, Moncton for the day, there was a Traumatic portion to the drive. There was a round-a-bout about 15-20 minutes into the drive. For Islanders, round-a-bouts are very traumatic. We don't know who's comin, goin, and half the drivers don't signal and therefore we get confused. Because of this trauma, there was a seminar set up on PEI about a month or two ago which the police held to teach Islanders how to use round-a-bouts. DOES ANYONE ELSE FIND THIS MIDLY AMUSING? Police were actually guiding people around pilons!! Picture all the little hicks trying to figure that one out.
Now, as for sayings, some people in Ontario have gotten confused by some things that we Islanders say. A Scribbler, is not understood. Dinner to them is Supper not lunch. Fill Yer Boots, means absolutely nothing to them...to us it means "go right ahead". And if ever talk to someone on the phone from PEI, they will, without a doubt, say the word "yea" while sucking in air. This is a VERY impressive talent that should not go unrecognized. So to all the Islanders who can suck in air while still talking, you deserve to be on Oprah...or Jerry Springer.
GOD BLESS PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND

A little a dis a little a dat

2006-09-05T19:14:00.000-07:00

So, I bought a laptop..yes I know I'm not rich and basically I'll be living off of beans and weanies for about a year, but at least I can keep in touch with everyone in the world..not that I know everyone in the world, but I wish I did.
Anyways, my point to this email, is that no one has seen what my apartment looks like and since I now have this lovely electrical box that glows in front of me, I can do many marvelous things with it.
The apartment is not exactly the same now, because these pictures are from when I first moved in...I have different furniture and have since added some nice thingys.
Anyways, y'all get the idea as to where I live. I'll keep adding some pictures every now and then, since I'm now a computer genius.

As for anything new, there's not. Labor day was not anything fun. i didn't work. I didn't go out. I played on the laptop..I need a boyfriend.
Anyways, all is fair in love and war, I just may have to start a war to get some love..
LOVE IT!!

10-4 Good Buddy

2006-09-03T11:37:00.000-07:00

I'm sure you're all wondering why I chose that title as an opener...well let me explain. You see, this is the new "catch" phrase that was introduced by a fellow PEI'er turned Ottawatonian. It can be used in any sentence really...as a for fun little saying or it can be used in a cursive kind of way to let someone know what you really think. You be the judge in your conversations and try and pop it in at any given time.
I must say, I've heard some funny PEI stories before but ole buddy Sara Sour just moved here, and came up with her parents..therefore Judy explained to me a funny incident that just happened the other night. There was a party at a house in Cornwall and people were cabbing into Charlottetown, then later on cabbing back out to Cornwall. So, let's say a cab with "Jane" went into town earlier in the evening and a cab with "Lisa" was heading back out to cornwall later in the evening. Lisa was in the backseat of the cab and heard a phone ring. Upon reaching in the cushion of the couch she found a cell phone and answered it. It was, oddly enough, Jane calling, surprised to hear Lisa's voice on the other line..Lisa had taken the same cab that Jane took earlier in the evening.
What are the odds of this happening anywhere else but on PEI? I can't even imagine.

In other news, I bought a laptop. Yes, I put myself in the hole more....love it.
I also went camping again last week with the kids...i've never been so cold in my life. It went down to 5 degrees...and not very dry. It was a survivor camp therefore there were many activities one involving holding a very yucky substance in my mouth for an extended period of time..that was not pleasant. Overall good time...one girl threw a persons bike in a bush, but opposed to that it was fun.

Other than that folks, it's raining, it's cold, but 10-4 Good Buddy.
Over and out

Easy, Breezy

2006-08-18T15:56:00.000-07:00

So, I decided to go back to my random ways and let you all know some more things not to do in Ottawa, or any major city you may happen to come by on your travels. I've learned some of these the hard way, and the others, I'd imagine, are just common sense for some..for others..well..I'm sure they have some black eyes.
#1: Don't ever talk to some guy in the downtown named Ramone. I don't care how much money he offers you, just don't do it.
#2: Don't make eye contact with men in pickup trucks or vans, who look like they were born at a carnival, as they whistle at you when you walk down the street. If eye contact has been made they may attempt to stop and chat. JUST WALK FASTER....or into a Timmy's.
#3: When driving, if someone cuts you off, don't take it. It's your right as a citizen to flip him/or the bird. Do so, in a safe, un-crazy manor. If they flip it back and it's not your car...side swipe em.

Now as a fun treat, i decided to go back to some of my other antics and come up with some things to do in the bathroom stall..I challenge you all to try at least 1.

1:Stick your palm open under the stall wall and ask your neighbor,"May I borrow a highlighter?"

2:Say "Uh oh, I knew I shouldn't put my lips on that."

3:Say, "Hmmm, I've never seen that color before."

4:Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall and adjust it so you can see your neighbor and say, "Peek-a-boo!"

5:Using a small squeeze tube, spread peanut butter on a wad of toilet paper and drop under the stall wall of your neighbor. Then say, "Whoops, could you kick that back over here, please?

6: Say aloud "Who wants to play a game?" If no one answers proceed to say "I spy with my little eye..."

Overall people, be creative. I can't help you make an ass out of yourself, but I can sure guide you and reassure you that if you happen to do any of these, you will be an ass for sure.
Have fun

Little things

2006-08-04T06:47:00.000-07:00

So I went to the movies last week with me buddy, and prior to the commecement of the film, we were standing off to the side of the canteen and were just watching the people as they got their popcorn, and soda, when all of a sudden, this dude reached over the counter to where a female worker was waiting on him, and he hit her in the head with his popcorn bucket. Folks, this was no joke. He hit her hard. Then walked away. She ran after him, and was like freakin out. Then got the security over. When he tried to leave, they grabbed him..It was funny. I was in hysterics. Moral of this story, kids, don't hit the nice canteen ladies if they don't give you what you want. Discuss it calmly first, maybe get slightly heated if she doesn't listen, but never assault a canteen worker...they provide us with the best darn popcorn money can buy.

I went camping with work this week. Tuesday-Thursday. If you think looking after 8 female group home kids is fun, think again my friend. We had to send 1 girl home early, cause she was being a little shit. That same night, we received word that there were tornado warnings for our area and so the girls were freaking out. We tried to tell them that if it got bad we'd take them back....then it got bad. I've never seen shit like that before. PEI doesn't get no tornados. We packed the little darlings in the van and 1 staff took them back to their group homes..while I stayed at the campsite with another staff. As it was very rainy, we decided to drive to the nearest town and find a bar. Success can be spelled very easily with A-L-C-O-H-O-L. The camp trip was not a complete waste of time after the bar. So we got up the next morning, without being uplifted by a twister, and we packed the wet everything up..2 1/2 hours later, we left after a quick dip. I have more bug bites on me then ever thought possible, and i have the worst burn I've ever had. I'm very sore.
To make matters worse, when I got home, I opened the fridge and realized, it was broken. All of my food I had just purchased (more importantly the meats) were all thawed and there was water everywhere..It was not a good day.
So, that's my story today folks. Enjoy them while they last.
Chippy

News Flash

2006-07-26T08:00:00.000-07:00

Since I'm sure you're all captivated on my life and watch is so closely, I might as well update you on the news of my exciting existance. I have finally bought a car that suites me to a T.(thats'a capital T). I bought a 2000 Honda Civic. For the first time in my life folks, I have a car that works. Not one that I need to hold the break and the gas at the same time in order for it not to quit at stop lights, not one that I need to open the hood every time I shut the car off, to take out a fuse so the car WILL in fact shut off, not one I have to open the trunk with a screwdriver, not one that only goes 20km/h until i go down hill, not one that leaks watter through the sun roof, not one that quits when it gets hot, not one that needs to be fixed every Monday, not one that's 2 years yonger than me, not one I have to open the passenger door from the inside, and certain not one that i have to plug in every night ( although that option is in fact there). Folks, I have 2 YEARS WARRANTY on this car, so even if it does break down, which it won't, it's basically paid for.
On another note, I'm currently looking for other employment in the same field. Even part time would be great, but this place is very unsafe, and I feel something could possibly happen to me working where I do. It'll do for now, but this week I have to work one day from 4pm-8am then the same day 11am-11pm...3 hours sleep..right..
Anyways, folks, I'm doing great. Lovin the car, lovin the city, not lovin the job, but the car makes up for it.
Peace out Yo

If I were a lollipop..i would be grape

2006-07-17T08:52:00.000-07:00

The wildlife in this province is unreal. Thus far in my adventures I've come across a wolf, a deer, raccoons, giant squirels, rabbits, moose, and a bear. The safety of skunks, chipmunks, and the odd stray cat are looking good right about now. I also truly believe, that deer think the signs cars pass on the highway that have pictures of deer on them, are their crossing signs. Moose, on the other hand, appear to be a bit more intellingent than the fair fawns. Moose, will stand on the side of the road, until you just about get to them, then they jump out in front of your car to try and kill you. Meanwhile, I think they have bets going on with the deer, to see who can beat up the cars and not die...obviously the moose are smarter in that sense.

This will be a very short blog, because this is like 2 in a week, which is highly unorthodox for me.
My news: i'm purchasing a car today...not sure what kind yet..either a mazda 626 or a honda civic...whichever is the better deal really.
Good times
LOVE IT

And So..

2006-07-16T12:28:00.000-07:00

Welcome to another blog folks. I sincerely appologize for the previous blogs..or the lack there of, but i've been quite busy. Yessir, I finally have a job. The Government does not have to support my addictions anymore, and I finally get to do what I love to do....restrain kids. I'm at a group home with 7....count em....7 girls! That scared me too, but I'm starting to get an act for tuning them out. Girls are soooo whiny..holy crap...Anyways, to make a long story short, my first shift, there was an assault which lead to a girl being taken into custody (the po po's), my second shift I was in a restraint with a 200 lb girl...and I aint that big...booya...she don't mess with me now...
And I went camping this week for 2 nights and 3 days...and the girls were not the scariest part. Low and behold, the racoons in this province are the size of my dog..no joke. I woke up the first night with a little buggar just over my head on the tent...sniffin or somethin...I swung and knocked him off...then he hissed...do raccons hiss? This wasn't it either. The second night, they started digging at my tent..so I got up and hit one of them with a badminton racket...little fucker. I think he told his friends about me cause they left me alone the rest of the night.
I then saw a bear. No joke. Big Bear as I was travelling through the forrest on a trail...I've never run so fast in my life..I'm not sure abou this Ontario thing...i may have to move back home to the safety and security of having skunks eat the dandillions in my backyard.

Well folks that's the news I have for you and yes I will try to have more stories in the coming weeks.
Over and out

What the..

2006-04-20T09:31:00.000-07:00

What's goin on not too much,
So, I think i may be losing my "random" touch, since i've been up here...i think my funnyness is leaving me.
I'll see what i can do about that.
While in this city, i've discovered a couple of things: The bus drivers, i think, are against not only passengers, but the world. As you get on the bus, (i'm sure they watch this in their mirrors), they see your little bus pass, then shut the door and put the peddal to the metal. They take off so fast when old people get on, i think they have some kind of game in their heads to keep em occupied..the game must be called " who can first knock over the old men with a cane?" Then we have really weird women who talk to themselves..and i don't just mean " i need to pick up some milk" I was sitting beside one woman who was talking to herself for a long period of time, and every now and then i'd catch words like " jigsaw, trampoline, news, and junk" first of all, who can put those all in a sentence, second of all, why would you want to? This is what i came up with:
I watched the news last night about a woman who collects junk and she had a jigsaw puzzle of a trampoline". Thats all i got on that one.
Mo-Peep and i went to the Parliment building yesterday...to see the Cat Sanctuary...needless to say, there's lots of cats..i guess some old guy, doesn't get money from the government, however, people donate money to him to feed the stray cats, squirrels and any other rodent in the area...he's got like 20 or more cats...now i know where all the child care funding went...
For those of you who are visiting this summer, here's 1 fun thing we can do: CHASE THE SQUIRRELS. The squirrels here are the size of cats and they're fun to try and catch. Nancy, Mo, and i went to the park across from my appartment, and i was trying to catch one...they're fast buggars. Then we have pigeons...that's just an hour of fun waiting to happen. Obviously we've been having a ball up here.
Wish you could all be here..I'll keep you all posted on a later blog on the chinese man...who gave us a noise complaint..he obviously doesn't know who he's messing with...
over and out

Well I never..

2006-04-09T09:25:00.000-07:00

First of all, definately don't like ANY of the seats. They sometimes have things on them..sometimes they're slippery...just note that to yourselves.
I'm doin great folks. The placement is a toughy but besides the little darlings, cutting themselves and getting restrained it's great.
Here's something else you should all note, when visiting...or moving up..in some of your cases.
Sometimes Eggs have two yolks in them...I know..it's weird..Anyways, if this happens..the two yolk thing, it's completely normal. you're just going to eat twins for breakfast. I opened up 6 eggs while in toronto, all 6 were twins...I've never witnessed things like this before, but i guess that's what happens when you live with all the poluted areas of the world..
So, the only other story i have for you all is the kitchen party story. We were havin a ho-down last weekend, with some people from here as well as on PEI, and were having a great time. Brent on the fiddle, nancy on the piano and me on the you know what. All of a sudden, keep in mind it's only 9:30, the tenant from below us, a middle aged chinese man, came up, knocked on the door and told us to "stop the shaking". He has no idea what kind of people we are. I should note that this happened the day brent arrived..at 11:30 am.
Anyways, if you ever have a chinese person living underneath you, please notify him if there's a kitchen party.

What's going on not too much.

Welcome to the O-Dot

2006-03-25T06:47:00.000-08:00

I must say, from the Poems to the wonderful goodbyes, I shed a little tear..it was pretty miniscule but it was there. I must say, I don't miss home, I miss the peeps, so you'll all have to move to Ottawa.
The only unusual story i have about the O-dot, is my first experience on the OT transit. On my way home, an older chinese woman decided to ask me for help..i said sure...wrong answer...as she whipped out her little book of english terms, the pronounciation, and the chinese words beside all that...It took me 30 seconds to realize she wasn't going to be able to pronounce the words the correct form..but we rode that bus for 12 minutes until my stop...then she got the dude on her other side to help..
Anyways, I'm having a blast..i know more people here than I do on PEI and it's been an amazing first week. Week 2 is my OJT which i'm sure i will be posting about if i get to a computer.
At the moment, I'm in Toronto, (I got bored with Ottawa already), enjoying some rainny weather..
Good times all around..My next posting may be on the dangers of licking things in public places...just don't do it folks.
Love ya'll

Totally Different

2006-03-16T04:33:00.000-08:00

This, for all you avid Mindy Blog readers, is going to be, surprising to many I know, I serious blog. Some of you have indicated, mainly Neal, that you would like to hear real stories or just not about random animals that pop into my head at very odd times of the day. Therefore, i decided to say a little goodbye, via blog, to all you Islanders I'll be leaving in a matter of hours.
It's sad but true folks, I'm heading to the mainland, and to a much bigger city. Some of you might have heard of this destination before, but if you're from Up West, maybe I'll explain a bit.
Ottawa, is located in Ontario, with a population of about 750000...for you farmers out there, that's a lot of potatoes....Ottawa is also the fourth largest city in Canada. I'll be living with Souris' own Brent Chaisson. I'm sure the music will be riviting along with many nights of poker fun.
So, here's a big thanks to all you folks who've supported me over the past 10 months while i've been finding my way and becoming a Youth Worker. I'm almost there, and (you all know who you are) you've all pushed me when the exams were flyin and the 3 hour presentations were looming over my head like a gray cloud on a sunny day. You've all been my sunshine (however corny that sounds) and I love y'all.
I will continue to post as much as I can in Ottawa...I'm sure you'll all love to hear how many children I injure.
Thanks again.
Toodles

Islanders...and Proud of it

2006-03-08T04:03:00.000-08:00

Keeping with the finding interesting things on the internet to put on this blog, i found this through an email and chuckled to myself as I realized how true it is. Hope you all enjoy!

You Know You're an Islander When...
1) You know that the Red Bridge used to be Green
2) A line of 10 cars or more is referred to as "boat traffic"
3)Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor....onthe highway.
4) Everyone knows the weather station telephone number
5) A popular phrase is " Quiet!!!!! The deaths are on!!"
6) Dishes are not washed, they are waRshed
7) It seems that more traffic moves on a red light than a green light.
8) Stop signs actually mean yield
9) The 2 red mailboxes at the post office are labelled "Island" and "Away"
10) PEI is the only place in the world with "slippy" roads
11) Islanders "slip" or "run" into town
12) Island drivers have official PhD's (Pot hole Dodgers)
13) Juicecomes in plastic bottles and cans while pop comes in glass bottles
14) Tim Horton's Drive Thrus are busier than the banks on payday
15) You think of the major food groups as: Meat, Fish and Tim Horton's.
16) Everyone knows that the largest Canadian city is Ter-on-ta
17) Islanders head south for vacations and to Moncton for pop
18) Springtime is when the dairy bar opens and fall is when there is morefarm machinery on the roads than cars.
19) Islanders all know why our soil is red.
20) Summers are filled with ceildhs (pronounced kay-lee) and familyreunions.
21) Every hill has a church on it
22) Everyone is classified as Protestant or Catholic and Liberal orConservative
23) PEI pa-day-das (potatoes) are famous worldwide
24) Islanders know that the "Governor's Plate" and the "Gold Cup andSaucer" are not dishes, but major harness racingevents.
25) All Islanders are related somehow.
26) Everyone shows up for their community parade. Half of the residents arein it, the other half watches.
27) Weekends are not complete without reading the store sales flyers.
28) We do not know the route numbers, but we know the road names
29) The temperature drops suddenly after Old Home Week
30) The most imporant question on January 1st is, "Who had the New Year'sBaby?"
31) Wakes are a meet-your-neighbour night.
32) You've done a lot of travelling in PEI if you've gone over all three ofour overpasses, one of which is a dead end.
33) A major social occasion is the grand opening of a new store orbusiness.
34) For every accomplishment or event you get a letter from the premier,the leader of the opposition, your local MLA and if you're really lucky,your MP.
35) Islanders know that AnneShirley is not a real person and that raspberry cordial is a non-alcoholicbeverage.
36) You measure distance in hours.
37) You often switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
38) You use a down filled comforter in the summer.
39) You can drive 10 km through 13 feet of snow during a raging blizzardwithout flinching.
40) You install security lights on both your house and garage door but thenleave both unlocked.
41) You carry jumper cables in your car and your wife knows how to usethem.
42) There are seven empty cars running in the parking lot of the CanadianTire store at any given time.
43) You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over snowsuit.
44) Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled withsnow.
45) Your lingerie consists of tube socks and flannel pajamas.
46) You know all 4 seasons: Almost Winter,Winter, Still Winter and Construction.
47) It takes three hours to go to the store for one item, even when you'rein a hurry because you have to stop and talk to everybody in town
And Finally: You know you're an Islander when....
48) You actually understand these jokes..

The 80's

2006-02-07T03:58:00.000-08:00

I came across some absolutely, amazing, unbelievable...well...i wouldn't go that far, but they were fun to me...this is a list of things you'd remember if you grew up in the 80's early 90's:

1. You watched the Pound Puppies.
2. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel-air"...and can do the "Carlton".
(if anyone knows me, I can do a great Carlton)
3. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.
4. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.
5. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.
6. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom.
7. Two words: Parachute Pants.
8. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock". (or if you're like me, you can sing the "hey look there goes a fraggle" part)
9. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars...and "spokey-dokes" or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect.
10. You can sing the entire theme song to "DuckTales" (Woo-oooh!)
11. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
12. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen...and still know the turtles' names.
13. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
14. You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House). ( Or my favorite: FLAMES--Friends, lovers, affair, marriage, enenmies,sex.
15. L.A.Gear...need I say more?
16. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten. (She's truly outrageous.)
17. You wanted to be a Goonie.
18. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted ( and his color changed from black to a sort of mauve)
19. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female Smurf.
20. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
21. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
22. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
23. You thought She-Ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hookup.
24. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
25. You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates.
26. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
27. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
28. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
29. You remember Popples (and Wuzzles)
30. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
31. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!"
32. You remember Alf, the little furry brown alien from Melmac.
33. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool,( have the dolls and giant posters)...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB".
34. You remember when mullets were cool!
35. You tight rolled your jeans.
36.At lunchtime in school you would have been found playing marbles or pogs...NEVER BOTH!
37. You remember watching "Rainbow Bright" and "My Little Pony Tales
38. You remember boom boxes...And walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
39. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"

Anyways, guys, I added many of these..I challenge you folks to come up with some more...I'm sure there are loads.
Keep it real

A Little Different..

2006-01-23T03:56:00.000-08:00

Today's question: What in the world is electricity and where does it go after it leaves the toaster?
Here is a simple experiment that will teach you an important electrical lesson: On a cool dry day, scuff your feet along a carpet, then reach your hand into a friend's mouth and touch one of his dental fillings. Did you notice how your friend twitched violently and cried out in pain? This teaches one that electricity can be a very powerful force, but we must never use it to hurt others unless we need to learn an important lesson about electricity...of if someone is about to hyjack a plane.
If you scuffed your feet long enough without touching anything, you would build up so many electrons that your finger would explode! But this is nothing to worry about unless you have carpeting...then be very very careful...

Anyways, i started thinking to myself last night, while watching my cat sprite stare at me while i was sitting watching tv...My first thought was what the hell he could be thinking, and if he could write a diary, what would it say...this is what i came up with...i think it matches him to a T:

Day 751: My captor continues to torment me with bizarre dangling objects. She eats lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape -- that, and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture and throwing up the dry cereal. I fear I may be going insane. Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat another.
Sprite

If this is true, and i think it is, maybe i should get a puppy...

Brought to you by:
Paige Turner/Sue Fley

Deep...Real Deep...

2006-01-18T04:00:00.000-08:00

Over the past several weeks....okay just 1 day....there was an important question dwelling on a mind of someone, i feel, is a very important person in this day in age. The question, dwelling on this persons mind was How do they put the caramilk inside the bar? Well, here it is folks.

It all began way back in 1973. A man, by the name of Cornelius Housengloggen, desired a new taste sensation. He bought 45 Leprechauns and 1 camel, and decided to make them all work for nothing, and treat them like slaves. These Leprechauns didn't take too kindly to this let me tell ya.

The Leprechauns attacked Cornelius, and made him their slave...there's not much 1 man can do against 45 little men........and a camel......
So they put Mr. housengloggen to work. The Leprechauns LOVED their caramel. They would eat it everyday, sometimes twice...and in the summertime that's all they ate. They took their caramel into the warehouse, and laid them out on a conveyer belt. It was Mr. Housengloggen's job to coat the squares of caramel with chocolate. He did so, grateful that the 45 Leprechaun's didn't get their camel named Horace Cope, to bite Mr. Housengloggen's head off.
In order for the caramel to be liquid inside, Mr. Housengloggen had to sit on each bar for 10 minutes.
So there ya have it folks. Don't piss off any Leprechauns who have a pet camel who can bite your head off...but if that didn't happen, then we might not have had the wonderful taste sensation of a Caramilk Bar. Thank you Leprechauns and thank YOU Mr. Housengloggen.

This story has been sponsored byPhillipa Bucket. The best strawberry picker this side of Oromocto.

Constance Noring/Hank E. Panky/Alpha Kenny Wun

News Flash

2006-01-12T15:37:00.000-08:00

Here's the real answer to why did the chicken cross the road...actually it's more or less my questions...like Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway?" shouldn't the damn chicken be locked in a pen? And does the farmer know the chicken's out? I mean, when 1 friggin sheep left the herd the shepherd found him wanderin around some thorn bushes or somethin...like seriously...who let the chicken out? that's all i wanna know?

So i was sitting in the computer lab last night until around 10..knowing full well that the damn alarm goes off at 10:30 i started to pack up...suddenly, out of no where, a mouse was sittin on my keyboard...I'm like...jewdonknowme...he's like..oh yes i do...there needless to say we knew each other, and continued on to have a great conversation about his new wife Laura and their 85 kids...i'd name them all but a lot are repeats, so i'll just let you know there are many named bob, Gloria, and Quintessa.

I'm sorry to all of you loyal (cough...obsessed...cough) Mindy bloggers..but i've been extreemly busy for the past...oh....2 months..i very much appologize for the blogs...or the lack there of..
I'll try my best to captivate you with my next one....in a month..
Happy friggin New Year
Knock to the Knock Knock

???...why?....

2005-11-18T05:20:00.000-08:00

So, i went to get my woodchuck neutered and it turns out he already had it done 3 years ago but forgot to tell me. i was like " Oh, Larry." and he was like " chuck chuck chuck".
See, when I found Larry, he was in pretty bad shape. His girlfriend, Benita, just broke up with him because of his experience, or lack there of, in the woodchucking industry. He hit the lumber pretty hard that week. I found the poor fella chuckin away on an old pine tree outside of Richmond wearin nothin but a hard hat for protection. I took him home and nursed him back to health, and until recently he was doing quite well. Last week he fell off the wagon and went back to the pine. I decided that was enough, and that he needed to get help. Fortunately, he was quite aware of his addiction and decided it would be best to find help. The little fella, is doing much better. He sends a big thanks to all those who thought of him in his time of need and for this, he decided to send you all a small token of appreciation. If you all happen to find a toothpick in the mail, think of Larry.
Thanks for your support.
Sincerely,
Larry the Woodchuck
and
Mindy the Nut

Things to do in an Elevator

2005-11-05T09:53:00.000-08:00

Things to do for your own amusement in an elevator
1. Announce in a demonic voice: “I must find a more suitable host body.”
2. Attempt to hypnotize the other passengers.
3. Bring a camera, take pictures of everybody in the elevator.
4. Call out, “Group hug!” and enforce it.
5. Challenge people to games of hide-and-seek.
6. Collapse on the floor when the elevator goes up, then get up and look embarrassed.
7. Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, “That’s mine!”
8. If there are only you and another in the elevator, tap him on the shoulder than act like it wasn't you.
9. If someone's phone rings, put your thumb and index finger up to your ear and say "Hello?...I told you not to call me here.....Why won't you leave me alone!!! " then hang up your phone, and smile politely at the people around you and let them know "it was the wrong number"

If these don't get people talkin the the rest of the day, I don't know what will.
Thank you for your time, if any of you out there in internet land use these, feel free to give me some feedback as to how they went.

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A Second Moral

2005-10-28T22:49:00.000-07:00

So there I was, spittin on my fish to keep him alive. This was no ordinary fish. No. Larry was also my best friend. So,when my pet guinea pig, Albert, decided to once and for all be the favorite of the pets, he decided to take his wheel he like to exercise in, and throw it at Larry's bowl/home. I heard a small chuckle come from Albert as I ran to rescue Larry. I was once told by a magical genie named Gene, that you can keep a fish alive by spitting on him, if you don't have any water around. This is sooo true people! To this day, Larry, is still alive and well, all thanks to my CPRF ( Cardiopulmonary resuscitation for Fishies )
On a lighter note, I went to see a seminar last night with a Multimillionaire named John Demartini speaking. I've never been so inspired and pissed off at the same time. Inspired because he's probably the smartest man i've ever met, pissed off cause i was asked to tape the damn session, my first tape ran out and i threw another one in not thinking it wasn't put in it's right spot..so i taped over some valuable Class Improv...shit...And I jammed my thumb in my car door...Not cool...
It's Folgers in Your Cup...la la la

Here's a Moral...

2005-10-25T21:30:00.000-07:00

So there I was, surrounded by ninja's, wearing nothin but a smile. One jumped on my back; had to beat him off with a meat cleaver that i picked up from local Handy Andy's. When I got that one off, another came and stepped on my big toe.....didn't take too kindly to this. I grabbed a paper clip i had in my back pocket, and put it right on his nose...friggin jerk...they knew not to mess with me after the paper clip...No one messes with Mindy Sue, mastress of the mighty paper clip.
Moral of this story: If/when ninja's attack, they're not as cute and cuddly as you see on television. They often fight dirty and carry things in their back pockets like memo pads, deodorant, and yes, sometimes even batteries. Now, if one attacks you, you can A) Slap your ass and call yourself Judy 2) Run away screaming "It's raining, it's raining on my furniture, or C) Stay and fight with the mighty paper clip.
You can do it boys and girls, those ninja's will never cause you problems again.
Thank you for your time.
Mr. Christie, you make good cookies!

I Climbed A Tree

2005-10-19T14:46:00.000-07:00

FACT 1: I climbed a tree today for school..
FACT 2: The tree was 25 feet up
FACT 3: There was another tree 20 meters away
FACT4: There was a wire and 2 ropes attached to the other tree 20 meters away
FACT 5: I got to put a harness on like a diaper
FACT 6: I had to walk across the wire, holding on to the ropes, get to the other tree, turn around, walk to the middle of the wire, sit back in the harness and get lowered to the ground.FUN!
FICTON: Mosquitoes the size of Bambi picked me up halfway through the walk, took me to Wendy's where they paid for my lunch, and flew me back in time to see a lady bug drop kick a grasshopper...EXCITING.
So, the program is called ROPES and it's located near the Hospital. We also had to climb an 8 foot high wall.
Anyways, this is a quicky, but i may add to it later.
mindy.ca

Amazing Wedding

2005-10-10T09:54:00.000-07:00

You know how corny it is when people go around saying it was a "fairytale wedding"? Well, the wedding that I witnessed on Saturday was just that. I'm sure you all seen and felt the torrential downpoor of constant rain all day saturday but that did not faze the mood or the love felt by everyone on Saturday. Andrea MacDonald, bride to be/bride, was a vision of pure beauty. I'm pretty sure she should have had her picture taken for Brides R Us, if there was such a thing.
Since it rained all day, they had to find a place to take some pictures and by luck of the draw, they were able to find a Hay Barn which made for an amazing assortment of colors and beauty in one small space...complete with kitty cats and rats the size of cats...
The reception, as elegant as it was, was still very down to earth and soo much fun. Complete with a hoolahoop, dance offs, hockie pockie's and random kissing in the crowd, the dinner went very well with great speaches given by a miss Nancy Mac, Sue Mac, Lokki Mac, and best man Craig.
The dance. Can you say Ho-down? Uh huh. We had a huge square dance with Nancy on the keyboard, me on the guitar and Elmer Deagle on the fiddle..what a friggin time boys.
The day could not have been better, and the memories are priceless and the gifts the happy couple got were well thought out and in an abundance.
Anyways, i'm not going to go into any more detail here because i don't feel too creative today.
It's folgers in your CUP

Stagette's are my Favorite...

2005-10-04T03:15:00.000-07:00

So, this past weekend was one to go down in the books..i don't know what books people talk about when they say that, but i've got plenty of pictures to make my own.
We began the stagette at Fireitup, where we all were very creative...except for Sue...(sue, if you're reading this that was sarcasm...for everyone else...she made a vase...a beige vase...)
From there, we picked up some much anticipated and need liquor, and headed to Melissa's dad's house to get er dun...
We started drinkin around 5...we had lots of food...yumm...As we kept drinking, and were finished our munchies, Mel brought out the iron on Andrea patches for our white shirts...picture of Andrea and her M-16 assault riffle..then we put on our Camo Bandanas...we were hot..
More drinking, singing, drinking, dancing, shots...and watching Sue to her impression of a 60 year old accountant she met in T.O, who thought it was cool to dance with his gun fingers...yup..
From there we went down to the Gate. I found myself on the dance floor prior to everyone else cause so feller from Murray River wanted to grope me...it was fine until he thought he could dip me...that didn't go over too well...picture a drunk man trying to dance...considering they can't really dance when they're sober..there ya go..
We stayed at the gate for awhile, when the band didn't let us sing and play their instruments we decided to go to the Dublin...just to find more old men who though they were hot shit and trying to pick up all the gals...for any of you old men reading this, it is NOT attractive to have a 60 year old man trying to pick you up...it's not even funny...it is quite scary...not to mention down right gross...moving on..
We headed out to the Canton...which was just another way to see drunk people out and about..
When we left there, we hit the trench in the middle of queen street...Sue jumped into a bulldozer or some sort of big rig...obviously they don't get out much in T.O. cause it's nothing for us to see construction in the middle of Ch.Town.
We got home around 3:30 and had to get up to sing at church for 10...what a night...
Andrea's got Ballz

Coo Coo

2005-10-01T08:25:00.000-07:00

So, I've never been so friggin busy in my life, and just when things have gotten to the extreme o busy, my car breaks down (pretty sure that's the story of my life). It wouldn't start for me on Thursday morning, so i had it towed for the 25th time this year, to Cornwall, where the dude who's charging me 48 bucks an hour, told me it would be ready by friday, which was yesterday...I still have no car. So, bumming rides has become my best friend. (if anyone knows me very well you'll know I'm highly independant and can't stand asking people for drives...)
Moving on...
I would like to rant about the friggin "security guards" at UPEI, again....i know this is a common theme here, but they are really starting to piss me off. My question would be, "where the hell am I supposed to park if the visitors parking lot is full?" I'm pretty sure this is where the assholes make their money...If I'm willing to pay to park at the visitors parking lot and there are no parking spots left, what am I to do? I'm pretty sure the friggin "wanna be cops" follow people around the campus to make sure they're parking right...do they do anything else during the day? if they're not driving around the parking lots, they're trying to run kids over ON campus. i was walking out of the chapel last week, and on of cock suckers came about 4 inches from my face as he turned the corner...if only he'd hit me, I'd have a car by now.

Anyways, I'm preparing myself for Andrea's Stagette tonight.....I'm NOT drinking, because I don't have enough cashola..however, GST cheques come out next friday so my class and I are going to have a small "counselling session" at Hunter's Ale all friggin night....thank you government of Canada, you have supported the Alcohol industry yet again.
Coo Coo for Coa CoaPuffs!

Ha Ha..very funny

2005-09-22T18:44:00.000-07:00

So for those of you living in a hole, there was a rumour that was spread out of Ontario today that said gas was going up 2 bucks. Pretty sure that was the stupidest thing i've ever heard, yet it stressed most of us out at school that we were freakin...no funny...Pretty sure the guy who started it should be dragged to PEI, we all get a paddle (every 140,000 of us), line everyone up along the transcanada highway, and give him a nice warm SMACK ON THE ASS. That son of a bitch, pardon my french, is the biggest cs'er (cocksucker for those of you who have non abbreviational skills), i've ever heard of. Who starts a rumour like that unless they want to get the shit kicked outa them? I'm pretty sure he was askin for it, so i think we should give him what he wants. Asshole.
On a lighter note, beanie babies. What ever happened to this Phenomenon? I remember when they were the next POG, or Marbles, or Wuzzles, or Fraggles, or those little lick on tattoos we used to lick on each other. I miss the good ole beanie baby, pogo's, and skip it's. Now we're stuck with unfufilling toys that mean nothing to our now senseless imagination. BRING BACK THE GOOD TOYS. My little Pony's, Light Brite...ANYTHING FUN...fer frig sakes.
Anyways, enough rambles.
If any of you are thinking of starting another rumour...go watch the movie Cry Wolf...or I'll kick your ass..
llllllolita

Umpteen, Camera Nazis

2005-09-18T08:17:00.000-07:00

So, I just finished the Terry Fox Run. The whole 13kms, over the Confed Bridge. So you want the play by play? I'm givin it anyways: km 1 : Felt great. Played some games. Good times.
Km 2: The shit hit the fan. My groin was saying no..while steph and nancy were sayin.."come on"...so i did...km7:there were a lot of people stopped to pottie..we kept treckin..km7.5..i needed to pee...km8....I wasn't able to jog anymore...my knees were getting really sore...
km 12.5...Kicked it into high gear. Left the MacDonald's eatin my dust. I ran past that finish line like i was in first place...needless to say I wasn't but i'm very proud of myself for even coming up with that boost at the end...i'm payin for it now though....oh how i'm payin

Went to see the Barra MacNeils last night. For any of you who are going to the Confed Centre in the next little while, there are a few things you should know...well...mainly one..They have Camera Nazis. One friggin usher was goin through our row like she flippin owned it...tellin people to stop takin pictures..pretty sure she ruined the show for me..hope she's happy gettin paid her 7 bucks an hour to lay down the law against photography..I wonder if she was dropped on her head as a child...

Is Umpteen a word? Umpteen seems to be quite the catch number around the Eastern part of the Island. I'm not sure bout you folks out there, but where exactly does umpteen lie?Is it a teen or is it more than a teen? I don't get it. Perhaps the MacDonald's should host a conferance on that word and try to explain it better. I don't get it.

Snoring. A lot of people do it. Some people have it fixed. Stephanie MacDonald, needs to get it fixed. Sorry steph but it must be said. If any of you ever catch steph catchin some zzz's in her class, video tape her, so she'll understand what i'm talkin about. First, she does a little snore than "poofs" it out..so think of "snoring....poof....snoring....poof" It's cute, but when you need to get up in 4 hours to run a flippin marathon, it ain't so fun.

So that's it for today folks, snoring, umpteen, camera nazis and terry fox..a fun filled weekend for a fun filled girl.
toodles

Paper Maché

2005-09-17T13:10:00.000-07:00

How many people out there have actually paper machéd before? 3-4 of you? Well, yesterday was my first day to paper maché and I made a cat. I called him Seymore. Now, for those of you who teach kids, or volunteer with youth of some young age...don't plan paper machéing for your activity. When you through a bunch of 20-45 year olds in a room with glue, flour and water, you come up with one big mess...i can just imaging a 7-14 year old.
That's all i have on paper maché.
Has anyone else noticed on PEI how many really bad drivers we have? No signaling, pulling out in front of everyone, doing 100 down university ave....the list can go one...the worst drivers on PEI...CAB DRIVERS. Holy Crap. We might as well sign a death wish waver when we get our license that says in the midst of a cab driver, drive at own risk. I'm pretty sure they paid to get bad lessons, or learnt at Burlington Go Karts...or in at the Tignish Co-op. The question in my mind would be if they even have to take a drivers test...doubtful.
My last beef of this fine Saturday morning, is about the friggin people who think they can cross the street whereever they damn well please. I wish people could understand the concept of the 'CROSS WALK'. They expect people to stop in the middle of a street or on the highway, and if you don't you get "The Glare". The worst spot for these people to do jay walk is at UPEI. I know it's a big new school and all, but do the kids all have death wishes running across one of the busiest streets in Charlottetown?

What Exactly is Kam made out of?

Hairy Men....Not Cool

2005-09-14T07:46:00.000-07:00

I know this might be off my usual topics...actually, this fits in fine. Today, I'm going to tell you all about hairy men and why women don't find this feature attractive...mainly...it's like looking at a bear, or another furry animal...like a woodchuck. I'm not talking about little hairy patches on their chests, no no, this is the large clumps of fur, located in the back region, shoulders, neck, feet, fingers...everywhere hair shouldn't come in big clumps. I'm not saying it's a must, but guys, we wax for you, I don't see why this cycle can't be switched for once.

In other news, not in the real world...in my life..I got to go on a field trip yesterday to Sleepy Hallow Jail. Now, the times i've been there before, I've seen nothing of importance...yesterday, I got to see Inmates at their finest. We were in Minimum security first, and there was a middle aged man starring at us for a very long time...they proceeding to maximum security, 4 men walked out and starred at us, then in the friggin cafeteria, a woman was mopping the floor, and yes you guessed it, starred at us. Now, while we were in the cafe, a van pulled up and 4 more fellers in chains and handcuffs came trottin in like they own the spot..which they pretty much do..At further inspection of the jail, i've realized that these guys have it EASY. Holy crap. They pretty much have a big screen tv, sofas, games, a gym, a schooling program...and the list goes on. I don't know bout you folks, but i don't want to pay taxes for these fellers to watch tv and play games all day. I'd rather them make paper airplanes with reasons why they thing they're in jail...but that's just me.

Yes, I know people, these are getting pointless, and not so funny. I'm getting old, that's the only reason i can think of.
Loulabelle

Mork and MINDY

2005-09-08T17:13:00.000-07:00

So, I thought it was about time to let you all in on a little secret...my mom named me after a T.V Show from 1978. Now, you may be thinking, "why in the hell did her mom name her after a tv show?" Well, (A)Mindy was friggin hot...FYI... so am I, (2) my mom like the Epidural so much, they gave her plenty of it. So, pop, I came out, and woosh, I got a funny name.
Interesting fact #2: Although my first name is Mindy, I do have 2 middle names. Now, if anyone has ever seen the hit t.v drama series, Dallas, you'll remember a certain Sue Ellen...
therefore, my name is Mindy Sue Ellen Arsenault....LOVEIT. So, I'm friggin named after 2 friggin honkin movie stars...howdya like that...i'm now 2 times more cool than I was before you all new that about me.
Anyways, on a more serious note, i started school again, for the first time since UPEI in 2001...little scared my first day..but i had my ruler, my pencil sharpener, my erasers, and my 3 ring, 1 1/2 inch, FIVE STAR BINDER!!!!well..not exacltly...but it's a blue binder..and it has 3 rings...i'm very proud. If you thought parking was bad at UPEI, come check out Holland College...pretty sure they want us all to get dropped off by a beam of light, cause there ain't no parkin downtown...i don't mind parkin at Wendy's....mmm...wendy's....
Okie dokie, this isn't as cool as i thought it would be before writting this, so i'm leavin...
Alvin,
Simon,
Theadore
Do, Do, do do do do

The End of an Era

2005-09-05T15:00:00.000-07:00

We have all come to a point in our lives, where we're not children anymore..unless there's a 5 year old reading this...For the last 38 years we have had our dreams become reality, and our childhood enhanced by a fairy tale land that enriched our summer lives to the fullest by letting our innermost dreams become a reality. This magical place can only be described by two words: Rainbow Valley.
As an end of the summer event I planned a big gathering or a "finale" of sorts to say goodbye to was once the most saught out summer destination for children on Price Edward Island and all over the maritimes. Unfortunately only 5 of us could go, but steph, sara, mary mac her man Kirk and yours truly had soo much fun it could only be told in my blog..so here it is.

As we pulled under the Over Sized plastic rainbow, the chills ran over us, as the air conditioning was turned up pretty high in the car.
A quick run through of the daily events will bring back the many memories i'm sure you all have.
1- The giant maze...didn't seem so giant now that i new exactly how to get around it..

2-Rainbow Queen Tour Boat - Seymore the seamonster was in the same spot, along with his trusty friends the alligator, Jake the homeless guy in the shed, the vulture, and the baby seamonster who only goes in the water up to his head...cause he's just a baby.

3-Mrs. Sleepy Owl-did you guys know she's moving to the Yukon? (a) isn't it a little cold for an owl in the Yukon (2) how do plastic owl's fly?

4-The petting farm, the shooting galery and the Hillbilly Cabin- I figure they all have something in common...they probably all have come from up west...hillbillies = shoot things and have many animals...

5-Swinging Bridge - Remeber when you jumped on the bridge so hard that you thought you were going to die cause it would break and you would fall to your death cause it was sooo high up? it's not high...i can touch it when walking under it.

6- Story Book Land - this is where sara went to see a waterfall, fell and landed in some mud which in turn went right up her leg. Good times

7-The Flume - Your favorite and mine. All I need to say is LOVEIT.

8- Row Boats - Fun for a tan considering you'll be out in the 2 foot deep water for awhile..unless you got the pipes

9-Witches Cave - Oh so scary when you're 5...when you have a video camera with a light..not so much. This time, I got to find out the truth of it all. There is NO trap door. Figment of our little minds. There is, however, a scary locked door...maybe that will lead to the water slides...

10-Black Lagoon Lake - Better known as the Swans. Who really wants those stupid speed boats when you can have a BEAUTIFUL SWAN. The unfortunate event that took place there was that when i was trying to help out a couple, my foot slipped and i ended up thigh deep in water..can you say most embarrasing moment #37.

11- Speed Slide (Screamer) - No where else can you get a better wedgie.

12- The Bushwaker - Since 1992 this has been the funnest roller coaster on PEI..complete with scary ass sounds and twist and turns..not to mention a grueling sudden STOP...ow..

13- Tilt-a-whirl, Paratroopers, Train Station - Finishing it all off in the back of the park, makes a day complete.

I know this isn't all the wonderful rides at Rainbow Valley, but this is friggin long.

As we gathered our thoughts walking out of the park, the realization had set in that Rainbow Valley was closing, and all that we have left are our many fond memories of a place where dreams came true and fairytales came to life. Not only is the park closing, but our kids will never be given the pleasure of experiencing something so magical, and one of a kind.
So, To Rainbow Valley: Thank you for your many summers of anticipation, and fun, as well as ability to experience a once and a lifetime FairyTale that will stay forever in our hearts.

Here's to giant Checker Boards, swinging bridges and flying saucers in the middle of nowhere.
Rainbow Valley, You rocked my world.

umm..Mr. Potato Head

2005-09-03T18:00:00.000-07:00

Today I decided to write about...Mr. Potato Head. Now, you may be asking yourselves, Why would this chick be writting about such a simplistic toy for children...I BEG TO DIFFER.
I LOVE Mr. Potato Head...he's one of my childhood heroes...Not only can you change absolutely everything about him, he's a really good listener..unlike most potatoes. I know they have ears and everything, but do they REALLY hear you like Mr. Potato Head? I think not. As a child growing up, I had Mr...and Mrs. Potato head...they soon had tatters...I called them Tatter, and Tott...they were cute...They then got a puppy and named him Spud. Spud was a good puppy but he always tended to hide in the dirt.
Anyways, the reason I'm writing this, is because I heard a child the other day in Walmart, tell his little brother that Mr. Potato Head was a dumb toy...this...as you can imagine...broke my heart. I grabbed that little shit and demanded to know what HE thought a 'GOOD' toy was.
When he started to cry...I ran...hey kid, it's not MY fault you had a bad childhood...blame your mom for not getting you a Mr. Potato Head.
Thank you for all the letters of support you've sent me in the last few weeks about Mr. Potato Head. My heart has been broken, but you all have glued it back together with your kind words about a beautiful, Sweet Potato.
God Bless You All and your French Fries

Moving = Not Fun + SCARY

2005-08-31T16:36:00.000-07:00

So, I'm all moved in. Yip, me and Betty are gonna have a blast. We started making mustard pickles tonight..let me tell ya, there's nothin like cookin a good batch a pickles. I moved all morning. Have everything unpacked and ready to go with another shipment to the mothership...aka Miscouche. Now, what is scary about moving you may be asking yourselves.
Well, I left a few things in my car to take back up west. Among the items, there, lying my back seat was a full length mirror...what's scary? As I was backing up and looking over my shoulder as to where I was going, I just happened to look in the mirror at myself...When you don't suspect anyone is in your car and you suddenly see a pair of eyes looking directly at you...SCARED THE LIVIN SHIT RIGHT OUTTA ME! Give me a flippin heart attack. I've never been so damn freaked out before at looking at myself.
So that was my day today..I know it isn't long, but it was the scariest day i've had in awhile...i'm counting on the days until the witches cave at Rainbow Valley...NOW THAT'S SCARY!
Make sure you have a poo pal

Moving, Moving...LOVEIT

2005-08-30T12:58:00.000-07:00

I really don't like moving. I'm really thinking about buying a flippin house so i don't have to go through this crap for a long time. Meanwhile, I still have to actually move tomorrow..today was the warm up..it's a two day process...pretty sure the Egyptians had it easier than this crap.
So, i drove all the way to Miscouche today to drop off half my crap...then dad tells me to take the couch to the Sal..what a cool place..they come right over to your friggin vehicle and take things...without telling them..it's great..
So i don't have a bed tonight cause i took it up to my parents house, so i might sleep in my car..or the shed..i hear the shed's pretty good...might not hear the damn crows in the shed...or is it a barn...i like barns..
Moving on...exTASHAganza went on without a hitch...pretty sure I had the best beach Volleyball team around...aka the hazelnuts...(Me, Jodie[is that spelled right?], and Nancy). If it wasn't for nancy literally putting her foot into action against the 4 allstars we would have lost...She'd just stick her little piggies right out there, kick the ball and get a point...the allstars didn't know what hit em..
On a lighter note, i found a red belly snake in my aunts store this week..i named him Cliff...he's cute..
I know my life is boring but hey, you'll read whatever I put down...now's who's life is boring?

Super Mario

Birthmark..aka..Lucky

2005-08-23T11:41:00.000-07:00

So, one thing some don't know about me is my birthmark. Now, for those who do know about it, it is quite interesting, and bizzar at the same time. So, with that said, this is my birthmark.
On my left (your right to me) boob, I have a mark about the size of your index fingernail, it's a light brown and picture if you will...A sailor. Well, to be more specific, it's a sailor from the side angle of the sailor walking, arms extended, as well as legs in motion and a triangle hat on his head. Because it's on my boob, I called him "Lucky", take that how you want to.
Not only to I have a cute birthmark, my dad used to tell me my freckles were little specs of fly shit. Not only has this scarred me for life, to this day, i feel i have a dirty face. Another taste of my family history:
When/if my dad was picking on my mom, if she got angry or ticked over his sexist ways, she'd tell him to (and i kid you not) "Eat shit and die".. classy mom, classy...then she'd continue on whatever it was she was doing. Usually baking.
On a lighter note, I was working for my aunt the other day, and we happen to have one of those hook things that help you get clothes off the wall...welsir, didn't it slip out of my hands and the hook land on my bottom tooth and chip the top off it...NOT cool. So now it's sharp and very unpleasant. Know any good dentists?
Anyways, yip, these keep gettin less and less interesting I know but what can ya do when you don't have a real life.
Alf Season 1

Chipmunks

2005-08-19T22:48:00.000-07:00

I thought I'd write about Chipmunks tonight, since some people think i'm always obsessed with ducks...there's another funny creature I enjoy very much.
So, not only do they come in Rescue Rangers, we have many chipmunks where I live in North River. There's on little fella, I call him Tommy, he likes to scurry up our drain pipes..little rascal.
If it's not the chipmunks in the morning, it's the friggin crows..I'm pretty sure they go to bed real early so they can wake up at 5:00 and piss me right the hell off. " caw...caw...CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW..." Pretty sure i'm not a nature person, and if it wasn't illegal, i have a good ole BBGun that would be put to some good use every morning..."look ma, caught me one a dem dere purdy black birdies fer lunch.."
Still on the animal story, if anyone was at the parade today, you'll know what i'm talking about..if not, continue to next paragraph. Kermit the frog has scarred me for life. Not only was he the size of a small Island, no no...his enormous hand was grabbin in a non PG13 spot...poor miss piggy...if she was there, she'd be scarred too.
In other news, I have a place to live so you can all stop worrying that I may have to stay with you for a few days...it's okay to admit that you thought that, i don't mind..However, if any of you have a truck or a trollie, i'm all ears..y'all can make an easy 20 bones..
Well, I'm pretty sure I'm going no where with this one guys, sorry it's not as elaborate as the mullett story. Let's hope and pray that i can think of something a little more interesting to write about next time.
Oh Kermit....

ATTACK of the Mulletts

2005-08-16T22:32:00.000-07:00

May I ask 1 question to any of you who actually read these blogs...What the hell is the point of an over 40 year old man, owning a new mustang convertable having the top down, with the window up? Do these people realize how absolutely rediculous they look with the top down and the windows up? Do they actually think the air WON'T hit them? Let's recap shall we...a CONVERTABLE, with the WIDOWS UP...only on PEI folks.
So, Nancy and I decided to take the bull by the horns, and try our hand at the ole carny.
Let me say for the record, the strangest people can be seen. For instance: As we were petting the ducks, the pigs, and the cows, we happened to spot a man, not only with a beautiful shirt displaying flames and unbuttoned to show his pasty white chest (not to mention the breath taking tattoo on that pasty white chest), also I was taken back by his ability to cut his shorts so short that it also displayed another flattering tatoo on his upper thigh...yummy...and if that wasn't enough, we then took a gander at his upper half and noticed long, flowy, blond curls running down his back...however the front was very short..you know what they say, Business in the front...PARTY IN THE BACK....Mulletts will never die, neither will this guys self esteem. Those who can wear the Mullett, I give full credit. They must be the most confident people in the world.
At the carnival, Nancy and I were hit on by many men who enjoyed flattery as a way of luring us to their booth, of which I'm sure would have my baby if I asked them..hell i probably wouldn't even have to ask them.
We went on the Zipper...which was fun until the friggin carny decided to spin and spin and spin us some more...why do they have this power? We also went on the ferris wheel, the chaos, the tilt-a-whirl and the freak out..I must say the Freak out was probably the best of all.
So that was our fulfilling evening at the Carnival. Stay tuned for our next adventure...The Co-op Basics Parking Lot...
Carny's for Life!

My Mother On Shine

2005-08-14T09:54:00.000-07:00

Yes, this is true folks. My mother decided to have some shine the other night. Lemme tell ya, what a time that was. I must say, In my 22 years of existance my mother has never drank, so I was yet to see ole mum shit faced, until August 13.
Every year, at my family's house in Miscouche, we have a party involving many relatives and friends in my garage. Complete with shine, dancing, and many a tune mostly involving country so it's like "my dog got runned over by my ex-wifes husbands daughter from his previous marriage", or my all time fave " My Ding-A-Ling"/"Put Another Log On The Fire". (if any of these are familliar to you, you have as much of a life as I do) LOVE IT.
So, my mom was on the shine. My dad decided to make some slushy-shine. Cup of OJ, Some pineapple, and a Quart of Shine. Let me say for the record that I have tried shine, and it is not my booze of choice. Picture drinking toilet bowl cleaner, or good ole Cyanide...that's shine.
So, if you can now picture my 48 year old mother drinkin her face off and dancin with men i've never seen before, you got yourself a party.
Anyways, I completed the night with my randition of Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton.
Where is this going you might be asking yourselves? Well, after 22 years, my mother got drunk. It damn well gives me the right to rant.
Shine it up.

How do you pay Your Mechanic?

2005-08-09T12:23:00.000-07:00

Yet another day at the mechanics...so the answer to the question would be, With Shine. Yes that's right folks. I've done the hick thing to do, and paid my mechanic with shine. It sure beats using the ole change purse.
So, when you think of talented people who do you think of? Sportsplayers, singers, dancers..etc..
When I think of them, I think of my aunt rose, who can literally drink almost a quart of Fireball Whiskey and still walk, and not meet the porcelain express the same night. That my friends is the most talented person I know.
On sunday evening, I headed up to Bloomfield for the annual picnic. Welsir, lemme tell what a fun night that was. As Ryan would say "Lord Tunderan Jesus Murphy Boy, we had a weak time up dere boys" There's nothin like a cottage party until 1 a.m, with a bunch of drunken westerners singing country songs. If anyone doesn't know the song "My Ding-a-Ling " I suggest you do some downloading today..my dad has perfected it to say the least.
Anyways, this isn't one of my better blogs but it will be a plea for help. Where i was going to live this fall, has just backed out, and so i'm stranded with no place to live. If anyone needs a roomate let me know asap...email me at girlzone6@hotmail.com. ANYONE, unless you're name starts with Hit and ends with Ler...then i'll take my chances on the street.
Ch..Ch...Ch..Chia

Randomness

2005-08-04T08:22:00.000-07:00

For the record, I have no idea where my ideas come from...especially my randomness...my only conclusion i've developped is that I have 2 columns...1) actual even colum B) nothingness column...in turn is like my random column..so what I do is, I take an actual event and add random words or words that are just totally out there.
Anyways, now that you know why I'm so weird, This one time, when I was about 6, my brother and I were playing outside and we were eating popsicles. I lived in a trailor park in summerside at this point. Anyways, so as we were playing my popsicle fell on the ground...i was NOT happy about this at all...so, being the kind big brother he is, Cody told me to lick it up. Being the naive little sister, I actually did. I got down on all fours and sucked that purple popsicle right off the ground....THAT is an actual event...i'm not proud of it, but it's one of my more, stupid stories as oppose to heart warming.
In other news, I have been granted money for my Holland College program this fall...how fun...
Now I can go to school...when in actual fact the first week is a pup crawl...good times.
la la la la
have a good one y'all

Rain Rain Go Away

2005-07-27T07:27:00.000-07:00

Is it just me or has it rained a lot on PEI in the last week...i know we live on an Island but Geez..
So, I went to get my car fixed yesterday..pretty much the story of my life...pretty sure I still don't have brakes..that's cool though cause now i get to hit people from behind, and gain another 3 points on my record..at the moment i have 9 points..if i get anymore, they take my license away..i'd probably drive anyways, but ya know.
As I sit in the Kelley computer lab at UPEI, I've come to realize that the gentlemen with the sticks and the mini vans who drive around thinking they're cops, are really annoying. First of all I think they're pretty jealous of actual police officers that they try and boss kids around to make themselves feel better, and B, as kim would say, Knock to the Knock Knock. They go on and on, raving on power trips that are probably supported by the provincial government because they certainly don't know what they're doing either. "Let's give the 'non-police officers' the power to enforce laws like, " no sitting on the bike rack at the library", or " no parking anywhere", I'm pretty sure I've paid more parking tickets here than I paid in tuition. Need I say more.
So there you have it folks, i've become the regular ole Ryan Gallant raving on subjects that don't even matter.
Melissa, this one's for you.
Dude, it's a Dell

I'm on the T.V

2005-07-21T14:46:00.000-07:00

So, in case any of you live in a hole, I was all over the effin news this week. Turns out if you video tape a bunch of old, balding, fat men from Mount Stewart saving people's lives at Blooming Point beach, you get your friggin video on the T.V...not to mention all over Canada and the States..it was on Compass monday night, then tuesday night i got a call from a man in New York who is the producer for Inside Edition wanting me to have an interview Via satellite from the Canada Now News room...and then i got interview this morning..this is Thursday July 21st, for CBC radio..aka 96.1....How friggin popular am I?! Holy Hannagh...New York, Las Vegas....It was also on Good morning America...friggin right.
Anyways, so if any of you hot studs out there in la la land want the ole Jack Henry..( that's the ole signature for all youse in the 80's..) lemme know....i'm all about the fame..
Well i'm off to glow in my estime popularism...glow glow glow..
Ch Ch Ch Ch...Charmin

Best place to find men

2005-07-19T06:26:00.000-07:00

I never knew it until now, but the best way to find men is at weddings...not only do they look goo and smell good...if you catch the bouquet, one of em's gotta catch the guarder...needless to say, Kim's bro got married, and I caught the bouquet at the reception. Praying I wouldn't get an ugly old single guy catch the guarder, luckily the husbands wife's brother (who is 16) caught it...what a cutie...then put it on me with his teeth...I don't know bout all you folks out in computer land, but i'm single now..so that's okay...and 16 is within the law...Just kidding for all you who don't know or can't handle my sarcasm, they have to be at least 17 before i date them...
So i joined a softball team...it's orthodox..not a church...so it's pretty boring, but I'm pretty much queen shit out there...ha....I've noticed there are more young "pretty" girls playing. I don't know what you guys think out there, but pretty girls don't play softball, they play soccer, or pin the tail on the donkey....so i don't know where they come..
Anyways, kim's nephew is sittin on me and wants to use the computer, and if you seen his pretty blue eyes you'd understand.
Peace

There's No Place Like Home...and so on

2005-07-06T04:57:00.000-07:00

Sorry this hasn't been updated in awhile...the car accident became my partial obsession as I was trying to figure things out since the damn thing happened...and so, the good news is I bought a car...and it's newer than the 89 grand prix...it's a 90 volkswagon jetta...the guy wanted 2000.00 for it, however, with much toggling...he took 1000.00 and left his 300.00 stereo in it...Now THAT'S a bargain.
Oppose to that, i've been spending most of my days out at Lakeside beach with Kim, Jason, and whatever other unemployed people I can find...or those who just don't go to work cause it's a nice day...which is a surprisingly high number...
I've been living at the Baglole's for almost a week now...IT'S FRIGGIN LOUD...I've never heard so many people yell at 6 in the morning before...and they don't yell away from you...I sleep downstairs...and the little...Let's just call them bundles of joy...come down beside you and yell at the top of their lungs to someone upstairs cause they're too freakin lazy to drag their fat butts up the stairs....hostility? slightly...
My big news: I BOUGHT A SKIRT....yes, this is true...not because I'm turning into some kind of girlie girl, no, because I have about 6 weddings left between now and October, and I don't think it's appropriate to wear jeans...or paint covered pants...so the world can now be shocked at my latest investment...and dare i say i Look HOT.....
That's all yer gonna get outa me today...
ch ch ch ch charmin

Cars just ain't my thing

2005-06-25T13:06:00.000-07:00

So, as I sit in my roomates bedroom, feeling the unGodly heat of a 33 degree day, I've come to realize that maybe I shouldn't drive at all. If not everyone heard, I got into yet another car accident this past Thursday. Although most people insist it wasn't my fault, the ole RCMP had to give someone a ticket, and hey, since I was in the car, I said it might as well be me and not the woman in the ambulance on the stretcher. Nough said. If anyone wants the details, gimme a call.
I have never seen so many teens groping each other as i did last night at a dance in St.Peter's that Rachel put on for her fundraising efforts for WYD. Not only do they dress inappropriately, drink, smoke, and do drugs, the girls seemed to find it oh so fun to dirty dance with each other in front of everyone else...there was waaaayyy too much touching in the 'don't mention' places, that I wasn't too fond of. If this is what Teens are doing now, holy crap, there's not gonna be a baby boom anymore. As for the little retards who smoke, i'm pretty sure they thought they couldn't go a half hour without smoking.....meanwhile they were 14 years old....A) Where in the all Hell did they get the cigarettes...and 2) who gets addicted to smoking at 14, and doesn't inhale....need i say more.
That's all my rant is for the day....I think I'm financing a car this week or next if everything works out okay...we'll see...maybe i can actually get a car that won't break down twice a week and 3 times on sundays....i can only pray.
Over and Out

Mr. Clean, Mr.Clean

2005-06-23T14:28:00.000-07:00

The titles of my blogs have nothing to do with the blogs themselves...i just pick random things around the house and type it in...or something that randomly happened..
Anyways, it has been brought to my attention by a little annoying source, that i haven't updated my blog in a little while...well Amy, I DO have a life you know..can't always be lookin for friends on the internet like you..
Anyways, nothin much has happened in the last week. It's sunny today, which is by far the best news i can come up with besides the fact that i cut the grass. That was SOO much fun. Now if only i could get a lawnmower....
To all my beloved blogees, thank you for your patience in awaiting my return to blog land...to Amy...get a freakin life....to Kermit, your Miss Piggy is comin home...
Adios

Day 3, Blog till you drop

2005-06-17T19:38:00.000-07:00

And thus begins my third night of blogging...and how sweet it is.
Today, wasn't a very eventful day. Worked for the Aunt,(hot Amy came to visit, thank you by the way..wink wink) did some practicing for a wedding Cadence is playing at tomorrow...
Other than that, I was being a VERY sweet girlfriend last night and picked the bow up at 3 in the morning...can you say LIVID? I'm over it now, but boy was i not a happy camper..more like a camper in a heavy rainfall, in the middle of winter...

So, what does it mean when you have a dream about a duck coming to your room, and pecking at your pillow cause he wants his feathers back? Insanity? That's what I thought. Good thing I didn't dream of that..Phiewf.
Anywho, One day i'll have something clever to say on these things, until then, may you all have pleasant dreams about chickens...no ducks.

Chimmichangas

day 2: blog blog paint

2005-06-16T13:58:00.000-07:00

So, since no one has responded but Maria who was sittin next to me when she wrote it, i'm feelin a bit out in left field.
I really don't mind. Since I played that position quite well when i was in my prime softball days.

Back at the painting today. I'm double the sore, but content at the extent I got done today. I don't really have much else to say today, but the fact that I had a date last night with Jason's dad...we'll see if that gets a response.
It's raining...not men, but that's okay.
Sometimes when I spin really fast on my chair I see stars....that's fun....then I get sick...that's not so fun.
Drove the big K out to Mount Stewart last night...and by big K i mean Kim...that was a friggin joy lemme tell ya...
not so much.
Anywho, I'm off to drive home now, good times, thanks to all who have a least taken the time to check out my bloggin...i promise the next one won't be so boring...sorry bout that.
chow
min

Me Me Me

2005-06-15T18:56:00.000-07:00

As I sit on the Oh so compfy chair in front of Maria's computer, i've come to realize that I absolutely hate painting. I've been painting at the Mac's house for 4 days and my body is so overwhelmingly sore that I want to scratch my face off. But, I won't cause I'm so damn cute.
I've been reading some other Blogs, ie;Neal, Sara, Amelie, and so thus began my adventures in Bloggin. I have no idea what this is for, or why people do it...can't you people just call one another...I don't get it.

If anyone is interested in my life as I know it, I'm currently on EI and awaiting word on if the government will pay for my course this fall...ie; child and youth care worker = Holland College. So, i'm not just sittin around with no job for no reason...I want to go back to school...which i hate but this will give me a freakin career finally.

The boyfriend, Liam, is good. Treats me like the princess I am...ha...
He's cute, he's sweet, what's not to love...
that's all you get outta me about the bo.

That's all for now folks, hope you've enjoyed my first blog..if i can remember the address i'll keep it updated I promise.
Toodles