did i not make it clear that i hate geese?

So after working Fort Whyte for many a year, I learned to basically hate the goose. Why you may ask? Because they are fucking annoying, that's why. 1. They are too fucking loud. Not only do they make the worlds worst noise when the fly, but they bark or whatever you want to call it. They also hiss at you, which really isn't cool. 2. They smell. 3. They leave a HUGE mess where ever they go. 4. They are ugly, especially when they are trying to look like a "snake". Anyways. Point is I no longer work at FW and thought that my geese days were over. WRONG. They have infested the GP golf course now. Excellent. My best friends. Guess what's going to be on the menu? Goose burgers. MMMMM. (and on a side note...who the fuck pays money to see geese? well people in winnipeg that's who.)

Ok so other than the geese, today was actually quite entertaining. First off, I went for lunch "up town" (which I ps love to say...haha up town). and basically got stink eyed by the owner of a certain restaurant. lol. Why did I get stink eyed? Well maybe because he thinks I'm going to take away all his business. Actually I know this, because his exact words to my mother yesterday were, "Well! Guess I better just shut the door and close her down, because no one is ever coming here again!" Ha ha.

Today I also had the pleasure of going to the Legion after work. I have a good feeling that his will become a regular occurrence. Did I mention I had 5...or wait maybe 6 beers. .. and was definitely buzzed. Ha ha. Drinking with parents is hilarious! Did I also mention that I haven't stopped drinking..haha. Wow. Just going to turn into an alcoholic this summer. OH dear.

is there anything good to write about?

Ok so I've been told that my blogs are primarily negative. So in response I am going to try and change that. Maybe. Well don't have much to say about my day that is positive, but how about I tell you all a bit of a story. Most of you know it...but maybe some of you don't. The only thing I ask is that NO ONE starts calling me Charles. Please.

So, when I was younger I might have been a tad ugly. Ok that was probably the understatement of the century. I was REALLY fugly. Maybe I wasn't actually ugly, but I have the WORST hair and wore the WORST clothing. I basically wore boys clothing until I was.. hmm..17? And I had very short hair from about the age of 8 till ... 14? I also didn't wear much make up, which didn't help matters. Ps, did I mention that I had a mullet for at least a good 4 years?

I'm not quite sure when these stories occurred, or even which one happened first..but I think the Charles story is by far the best to start with.

So one day I was sitting in the Dauphin hospital with Lyle (my dad), waiting for my mom to get some tests done. We had be sitting there for quite some time, when a nurse came out and went up to the mom and little boy sitting beside us. She had a clip board and asked the boy if his name was Charles. Well the boy said no. The nurse then came over to me and my dad and asked ME if my name was Charles. Well clearly it is not. To make matters worse I just said no, and my dad just sat there and said nothing. Well that is until the nurse walked away, at which time he started laughing hysterically.

The second story occurred one night while I was out at bingo with my mother and grandma. We had to sit quite close to some other ladies and I was forced to sit right beside this old woman. She proceeded to ask me ALL kinds of questions .. basically learning my entire life story. At one point she turned and faced me and said, I quote, "You are going to make a fine husband one day." Ps. I was wearing PINK shorts, a PINK dot shirt AND a PINK hat. Did I really look like that much of a boy?

Don't know how great those stories are, but people usually laugh when I tell them. Hope I made someone laugh.

p.s. Don't let your little girl cut their hair short and ALWAYS dress them in girls clothing. ALWAYS.

overdose or razor blade?

Well. My good friend Jenell likes to make her so called "suck lists" and I guess it is time for mine. While her suck list includes various matters and concerns, mine will have one primary focus. Why living in a certain small town SUCKS! I've been here all of ohhh 14 hours and I am JB!!!! But maybe just not living in this small town, but not living in my own place. I've been living on my own for almost eight years and now I definitely know why. Having your own stuff, they way you like it, is wonderful. Having to live in someones house sucks and here is why...

1. Internet. If you are going to have such a service and call it "high speed", then it should be "high speed". Not maybe kinda fast/slower than paint drying. And is it really necessary to constantly kick me off the Internet? No I think not.

2. Terrible sheets. Seriously. If I wanted to sleep on sand, I would live at the beach. There is no way I am going to get a good nights sleep, sleeping on these terrible so called "sheets".

3. The new shower head at my parents house. WTF. If I wanted to take a shower with a garden hose I would go outside. But I guess I should be thankful that I only have the amount of hair that I have. If i had more, I think I'd be in the shower for an entire day.

4. Bookstores. Oh you think I'm going to complain about the bookstores here? Well I would, IF THERE WAS ONE! WTF. Does anyone read in this area? Seriously I don't get it. Where do people buy books? Do they only go to the library? And what sort of book are at this library? If the library is smaller than my apartment, what makes he think they are going to have a decent book?

5. Radio. It's so bad I don't even have anything to say.

...to be continued.

studying? for what?

So it is 653 am, and I'm supposed to be studying, but can't. I just had to say good-bye to my buddy for three months, so how could I possibly concentrate. But on a side note I don't actually care about this stupid test. Really what do you need to know about old people? Everything decreases, shrinks or is gone. End of story.

good people?

When you really start to doubt the world, as in there are no good people out there, something happens to change your mind. You know there really are good people out there! I know you're thinking I'm crazy, but I'm serious. There are people who actually care about others, and aren't just looking out for themselves. Now, I'm not saying that everyone needs to go out there and rescue puppies, just little things that make a difference. Like saying hi to someone one the street, making someone laugh, or just doing someone a favour. The point of the blog is for everyone to go out and try to be these nice people. I know. It's not always east, and everyone has bad days, but can't we just try. Tomorrow is a new day, lets all just try to get along.

texting and messaging

When did things get SO complicated? I want to go back when we used to only pass notes in class and not have to worry about all this internet and cell phone mumbo gumbo. All this technology is driving me nuts. Why can't people just pick of the regular phone, run into each other in the hall (oh wait that actually does happen apparently), so just hang out?! But if you are going to text or send messages there should be some sort of rules. Why can't people just message/text back right away?! I can't stand all the waiting. It drives me nuts.