27 February 2012

un-interesting ramble.

I'm lacking substance in the interesting department.
I've been waiting - but nothing.
So I suppose we'll stick with what is seemingly un-interesting.

My husband hasn't spoken to me in 11 days. I've been sleeping on the couch in the living room. My glorious, comfortable, super amazing couch that doesn't roll around in the night, or watch TV, or set the alarm an hour before I have to wake up. I've read more books, run more km's, visited with friends, gotten a pedicure, hiked in the forest and not had to worry if my 'better half' was having a good time.

I'm not even sure what we're fighting about. Though I suppose it doesn't really matter - the fact is, when he's upset he shuts down...which is the total opposite of my wonderful talking self. So, over the last 5 years I have learned that instead of trying to change him - I ride out the wave...the silent, blissful, time-to-myself tsunami.

Meanwhile I spent some quality time yesterday with a good friend I have known since we were in Grade 3...we'll call him Jay, especially since that is his real name. Jay and I randomly get together and spontaneously exercise - 20 km walks up the mountain and through the trailways, or like yesterday when we visited some pretty slick trailways in Ancaster - where the hermitage ruins are. Then, to the caves of Eramosa Karst! It was a great few hours to hang out with my friend and explore the wilderness like 10 year olds...and of course I took my pay-cheque camera along for the ride!















13 February 2012

It's Monday bitches.

It's MONDAY bitches!

I started mine off at a specialist appointment - visiting a doctor who only a mere 3 months ago put me to sleep and stuck a tube up my ass. Before I left the house I made sure to pay special attention to my hair and make-up..second dates follow-up appointments can be a little nerve wrecking - it helps to look your best. After all, I couldn't leave him with his first impression - cause it was pretty shitty.

PS - it seems I will continue my 100% successful survival streak.

I'm at work now - and it's total crap. Whitney Houston seems to be the only music playing on both annoyingly loud radio stations that are playing around me...I'm sad about Whitney, but I'm also over it.

I NEVER watch the Grammy's - but I did last night. Until Chris Brown started singing lip-synching. Isn't that guy a convicted woman abuser?? Why are people cheering and clapping and celebrating this disgusting human being? Click.

Yesterday I went across the border (into Niagara Falls, NY). For the first hour it was a friggin' blizzard, which made the fact that we didn't think about what times the stores open at on A Sunday and nothing was open except for Walmart. Can someone please tell me what bread in a can is?

Anyway, the real reason I came was for shoes. I've been doing a lot of research on 'barefoot' shoes..I wanted a pair of Vibram 5 Fingers but couldn't find any and settled for a pair of Fila Skele-toes...mainly because they were the only ones I found. It's still a pretty small market, but being a runner I NEEDED to try these after reading all about the benefits. Aesthetically they are atrocious - but comfortable as hell. I got home and very quickly jumped onto my treadmill to try them out. FANTASTIC. I ran a really solid 7 kms. By the way, if you were wondering - I am 155 km's into my goal of 1500 km's for 2012. And it's winter - that makes it awesome.



4 more sleeps 'til Friday.


9 February 2012

Armpit of Ontario

I live in a city known as Steel Town .. we used to make steel here - there's giant mills all along the highway as you drive through to get to a better place. We probably still do, but after reading endless reports about lock-outs and soaring unemployment due to US companies being jerkfaces I've kinda lost track.

this is what you see as you drive by on the highway - breathtaking!


They call us the armpit of Ontario.
We have a crappy CFL team and an even crappier AHL team - I hate both sports so this doesn't bother me.
All of the shops (what's left and not boarded up) in our downtown core close at 6 pm - then the prostitutes move in and the homeless set up their beds for the night. The hooligans, crack heads and crazy people never seem to leave. We have cameras all throughout - who knows if anyone actual watches them.

We have a beautiful bayfront park - but most days in the summer the water is too polluted to swim in, fishing is allowed, but you wouldn't dare eat anything you catch, as per normal Lake Ontario rules.

I have lived here since the 17th day of my 16th year when I moved out on my own. Until recently I have never considered this place 'home' - and mostly because I believed that all this city had to offer was what I wrote above. 

Silly me.

This city has given me hours of sanctuary along the Bruce Trail, the Rail Trail, and the crazy-super-awesome-make-you-want-to-die stairways throughout the city taking you up and down the mountain (Niagara Escarpment) 498 steps each way -Now THAT is breathtaking!

Wentworth Stairs - 498 steps one way
Hamilton-Brantford Rail Trail

Most people would be surprised to learn that not only do we have a high population of really fucking stupid people, but we also have over 100 waterfalls - pfft! armpit of Ontario. My kids and I LOVE hiking through the trails and happening upon one of these beautiful majestic places.





Sherman Falls

It truly is a pity that people driving through only know us as our smelly plants along the highway - if they would only stop for a few short hours they would learn of the great oasis that awaits.


I suppose after almost 17 of living in this city I am ready to call it home - for now at least. After all, this city has given me my kids - best thing ever.








8 February 2012

Full of it

If it wasn't a full moon I would probably jump off of a bridge.
Since there WAS a full moon last night, I can understand the apparent increase in really fucking stupid people.



I'm not really hate filled, but I am super intolerant of dumb assed-ness. From the girl at Tim Hortons who 'forgets' to stir my overly priced tea - oh wait, and the fucking tea bag, the co-worker beside me who has spent the entire morning convinced her furnace isn't working properly because her vacuum is broken and she hasn't been able to vacuum her cat hair up in 2 days (she's going home at lunchtime to make sure her pipes haven't frozen..??), to my arch-nemesis co-worker who has decided my obsession with ordering glasses on-line means I am willing to be her personal shopper and choose a few pairs she might like and can choose a pair from - bitch, I don't even like YOU.

They say there are definite behaviour and physical changes with the full moon, some police forces still put more officers on the street during a full moon because of it. Some surgeons refuse to operate on patients during a full moon because the blood doesn't clot as well resulting in increased bleed out deaths.


In the end, I am still awesome, I don't have my jumping shoes on, and with the use of elastic bands as weapons I am keeping the stupid people at bay.




7 February 2012

Bitch, get over me.

My ex-husbands wife is in love with me.

Or so it seems.

I am really awesome, so I get it. I'm funny, and gorgeous and if I wasn't me goddamnit - I would want to be.

Anyway, back to my not-so-secret admirer.

In the last 4 years I have had to endure hours of ranting text messages from this lunatic because she doesn't like that when I need to speak to him about our children - I text my ex. She takes her insanity to new lengths, trying to cause rifts between my children and myself - but that didn't work. She's contacted Children's Aid to report what she says is neglect - they spoke with my children, and then her - now she is not allowed to be there when they visit their dad. I guess that didn't work either. She's called my work - complaining that I am harassing her during work hours because after 20 or so messages I tell her to leave me the fuck alone. That proved to be fruitless to her as well. She's not only called my current wonderful, patient husband and tried to convince him that I am still in love with my ex - but on the eve of a vacation we were taking she sent by registered mail a 4 page typed document of how she believes I am crazy and he should leave me.

Last week, after 6 straight hours of  'stay away from my man you dirty wh*re c*nt" I changed my phone number.

5 glorious, sweet, silent, wonderful days.

Bitch got my number and started again. I ignored it for half of the day before replying : I changed my number so this would stop - leave me the fuck alone

Last night as I was rounding the corner to my house after a 5k run I noticed 2 cruisers sitting outside of my house. It didn't take me a split second to understand why they were there.

Bitch called the police. Seems after stalking me and getting my new phone number and blasting bullshit my way all day she was now feeling harassed because I told her to leave me alone. I explained the above to those police and they quietly left with their tales between their legs.

This is why I hate girls, and could never be a lesbian.

Bitch needs to get over me.




6 February 2012

February - from crap to total awesome-ness!

What a glorious weekend! The weather was Spring-perfect! I'm a little concerned about this whole global warming thing - but it's just so delicious, so it's hard to hate.

Like chocolate in a way.

I've run a total of 54 km's in the last week - something I could not have done in a regular Canadian February. I've also done quite a bit of geocaching - for example on Saturday morning when we visited Eramosa Karst and played in some caves.





2 February 2012

I'm going to the garden to eat worms.

I started the day off nearly dying.
I picked my co-worker up on my way to work as usual. We drove through a very busy intersection and I guess the grey car on my right didn't realize he had a red light. I swerved and sped right out of that death trap.

My 100% record for staying alive remains intact for another day. Now that's a success story.

All i've eaten today was a mini pink Valentine's Day cupcake..I think I might be coming down with something. JUST in time for the weekend..I love that.

I have also spent an exorbitant amount of time with my collection of stupid people today. For example, the sales manager that felt the need to remind me to be nice to a customer when I call them for her because she is too lazy and incompetent to do it herself. Or my ex's wife who is so threatened by the very fact that I exist so she needs to send me text message after text message shooting balls of hate and insanity my way. Or my brother inlaw who went out of his way to send my husband an email about how much he hates me and my husband should never have married me.

I'm still smiling however. Because no matter what - I know I am a pretty terrific person, and I really don't care if anyone agrees.

and, venting done.
thanks :)



Groundhog Day

SO - February 2 - Groundhog Day.


Pennsylvania's Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and says there will be 6 more weeks of winter.
Wiarton's Wiarton Willie didn't - and has proclaimed the end of winter is upon us.
Did you know there were others? Well, the majority of them have predicted an early spring - so I'm going to stick with my Canadian Willie.




What a strange tradition.







1 February 2012

Hump Day

It's February, it's hump-day, the sun is shining and I continue to maintain my 100% survival rate.

Life is good.

2 years ago I was in Cuba on this day.
1 year ago I was in the Dominican.

*sigh*

Mike and I made the decision to not go anywhere warm and awesome this winter. When we went to Cuba in 2010 it was our first time going on a trip to an all inclusive resort, and from the very second we stepped off of the plane we were hooked.

I think it's super important for a couple to find paradise time - no work, no responsibilities, NO KIDS. Just couple love time - and reading time, and drinking time.

But alas, it is not in the cards for us this winter like I said. Somewhat a financial thing, but mostly because we have no where to park the kids, and locking them in the cellar with a loaf of bread and jug of water is frowned upon. Dumb I say.