Saturday
BOOURNS
What's worse than knowing your Dad has cancer? Not knowing if its the cancer that will kill him, or the chemo.
March 27th 2010
I decided to take a break from my blog for a while, so that's where I've been for almost two weeks. Sorry I just decided to fuck off not tell you. I love you and I shouldn't have just ignored you like that.
Well, I had another funeral to go to since we last talked. A close friend of the family. Also, a friend of mine lost her boyfriend unexpectedly on St. Patrick's Day. That was sad.
I booked my road test, took my road test, and passed my road test. I have been renewing my learner's every year religiously for the last 11 years. Never had a road test. Never driven alone. Yesterday I drove alone for the first time. I talked to myself a lot. "The music is pretty loud, let's turn it down." "I think that driver in front of us is drunk" "Hahahaha look at that guys beside us picking his nose!". I did this several times the whole way home. Today I drove the kids to daycare and I really REALLY didn't want to let them go, because then I would be alone. Other than the loneliness, having my license is a dream come true. I could leave RIGHT NOW and go wherever the hell I wanted. Awesome.
I applied for a job at Boardwalk Rental Communities. Full time days at a decent wage.
We bought a van. Now we have two vehicles. I feel like a typical Canadian family, aside from the house....which will come soon.
We bought a monitor for our computer. For the last while, we have been using our TV as our monitor. Our TV is 42'' wide, and on the wall across the living room. We had a monitor but Landon prefers to have everything far too big than it needs to be and I really didn't want a giant fucking box sitting on this beautiful desk. I can now watch TV and go on the PC at the same time. I can play Call of Duty while Landon play Command and Conquer.
Well, take care.
Well, I had another funeral to go to since we last talked. A close friend of the family. Also, a friend of mine lost her boyfriend unexpectedly on St. Patrick's Day. That was sad.
I booked my road test, took my road test, and passed my road test. I have been renewing my learner's every year religiously for the last 11 years. Never had a road test. Never driven alone. Yesterday I drove alone for the first time. I talked to myself a lot. "The music is pretty loud, let's turn it down." "I think that driver in front of us is drunk" "Hahahaha look at that guys beside us picking his nose!". I did this several times the whole way home. Today I drove the kids to daycare and I really REALLY didn't want to let them go, because then I would be alone. Other than the loneliness, having my license is a dream come true. I could leave RIGHT NOW and go wherever the hell I wanted. Awesome.
I applied for a job at Boardwalk Rental Communities. Full time days at a decent wage.
We bought a van. Now we have two vehicles. I feel like a typical Canadian family, aside from the house....which will come soon.
We bought a monitor for our computer. For the last while, we have been using our TV as our monitor. Our TV is 42'' wide, and on the wall across the living room. We had a monitor but Landon prefers to have everything far too big than it needs to be and I really didn't want a giant fucking box sitting on this beautiful desk. I can now watch TV and go on the PC at the same time. I can play Call of Duty while Landon play Command and Conquer.
Well, take care.
Monday
I Hate Summer
Oh, and welcome new followers Searchlights And IceBeams and Mister Mo. I hope you find as much entertainment here as I find on your sites.
Summer is my most hated of seasons. Casey you're a crazy person. Yes, thank you.
1. Arachnids. I enjoy the occasional jumping spider or tarantula, but I HATE black spiders, wolf spiders, house spiders, and every other spider. I also despise ticks. Last year was my first time ever experiencing a tick on my body and I will never until the day I die forget what that felt like. Thank the Bob Saget that it didn't manage to imbed its tiny head into my skin. For almost a week after that incident, every little thing I felt on my body, be it a hair, a fluff or an itch, I cringed with fear. I made Landon check my body and the bed several times before going to sleep and I showered excessively. Every little dark thing I see move across the floor or hang in midair I immediately assume is a spider and I want to squish the bejesus out of it. Its almost always an ash or a little ball of hair that I have shed at some point earlier in the day but it could have been a spider, and I want to make sure its dead.
2. Tornadoes. Every windy cloudy day sends me in a spiral of uncontrollable anxiety. I am terrified of tornadoes. Last summer I actually did pretty well. I did not have my tv on The Weather Network all day long and I did not spend way too much time staring at the purple clouds. I was out at my parents' house one day last summer though, when the tornado was on its way, and I remember freaking out and sitting on the window sill and my dad telling me to calm the fuck down and stop fear mongering my kids. The summer before that, I made Landon come home from wherever he was and pick me and Hayden up (I was pregnant with Alex at the time) and take us out of town away from the tornado until it blew over. It pouring and hailing and you couldn't see a damn thing and I'm pretty sure our car has a billion scratches on it from the falling branches but I did not care. All I could think about was how badly I needed to get the hell away from the wrath of Global Warming.
3. Gordie Howe Bowl. I am quite privileged to live in an incredible city full of culture and life and sporting events and team spirit but I hate when it invades the comfort of my home. I live almost next door to the Gordie Howe Bowl and I hear endless tings from the aluminum bats and hoots and hollars from the teenagers and over enthusiastic parents and the really loud announcers and second long clips of songs that I can never get out of my head after that THANK YOU. I do like the marching bands though.
4. Camping. I effing love camping and fishing and canoeing and everything like that....except the ticks....but every year, there is NEVER enough time or resources to go camping for more than one weekend.
5. Sexy Ladies. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a sexy lady every once in a while, but I most certainly do not enjoy the pressure of wanting to be one of those sexy ladies, nor do I enjoy seeing the not so sexy ladies dressing up in their bikinis and heading to Bare Ass Beach, or just wearing their booty shorts to better show off their muffin tops. I really don't like teenage girls who think they're too cool for school showing off their goods to every one. I don't like the drunk half nakeds wandering the streets, peeing in my parking lot, playing at the park beside my apartment and making out under the starts while I watch the creepers who live near me waiting for you two to get it on.
6. And Of Course, The Heat. I do not like hot weather. My ideal vacation would NOT be a tropical paradise with ocean view and suntanning. My ideal vacation would the Ice Hotel in Sweden. I don't like my skin sticking together. I don't like not being able to breath. I don't like my face and other exposed parts being burnt by the sun. I don't like the lake water being too cold to swim in, or too disgusting because it got too hot too fast and now there is algae. I don't like heatstroke which I get every year. I don't like not moving for fear of sweating all my energy away.
I don't like summer.
Summer is my most hated of seasons. Casey you're a crazy person. Yes, thank you.
1. Arachnids. I enjoy the occasional jumping spider or tarantula, but I HATE black spiders, wolf spiders, house spiders, and every other spider. I also despise ticks. Last year was my first time ever experiencing a tick on my body and I will never until the day I die forget what that felt like. Thank the Bob Saget that it didn't manage to imbed its tiny head into my skin. For almost a week after that incident, every little thing I felt on my body, be it a hair, a fluff or an itch, I cringed with fear. I made Landon check my body and the bed several times before going to sleep and I showered excessively. Every little dark thing I see move across the floor or hang in midair I immediately assume is a spider and I want to squish the bejesus out of it. Its almost always an ash or a little ball of hair that I have shed at some point earlier in the day but it could have been a spider, and I want to make sure its dead.
2. Tornadoes. Every windy cloudy day sends me in a spiral of uncontrollable anxiety. I am terrified of tornadoes. Last summer I actually did pretty well. I did not have my tv on The Weather Network all day long and I did not spend way too much time staring at the purple clouds. I was out at my parents' house one day last summer though, when the tornado was on its way, and I remember freaking out and sitting on the window sill and my dad telling me to calm the fuck down and stop fear mongering my kids. The summer before that, I made Landon come home from wherever he was and pick me and Hayden up (I was pregnant with Alex at the time) and take us out of town away from the tornado until it blew over. It pouring and hailing and you couldn't see a damn thing and I'm pretty sure our car has a billion scratches on it from the falling branches but I did not care. All I could think about was how badly I needed to get the hell away from the wrath of Global Warming.
3. Gordie Howe Bowl. I am quite privileged to live in an incredible city full of culture and life and sporting events and team spirit but I hate when it invades the comfort of my home. I live almost next door to the Gordie Howe Bowl and I hear endless tings from the aluminum bats and hoots and hollars from the teenagers and over enthusiastic parents and the really loud announcers and second long clips of songs that I can never get out of my head after that THANK YOU. I do like the marching bands though.
4. Camping. I effing love camping and fishing and canoeing and everything like that....except the ticks....but every year, there is NEVER enough time or resources to go camping for more than one weekend.
5. Sexy Ladies. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a sexy lady every once in a while, but I most certainly do not enjoy the pressure of wanting to be one of those sexy ladies, nor do I enjoy seeing the not so sexy ladies dressing up in their bikinis and heading to Bare Ass Beach, or just wearing their booty shorts to better show off their muffin tops. I really don't like teenage girls who think they're too cool for school showing off their goods to every one. I don't like the drunk half nakeds wandering the streets, peeing in my parking lot, playing at the park beside my apartment and making out under the starts while I watch the creepers who live near me waiting for you two to get it on.
6. And Of Course, The Heat. I do not like hot weather. My ideal vacation would NOT be a tropical paradise with ocean view and suntanning. My ideal vacation would the Ice Hotel in Sweden. I don't like my skin sticking together. I don't like not being able to breath. I don't like my face and other exposed parts being burnt by the sun. I don't like the lake water being too cold to swim in, or too disgusting because it got too hot too fast and now there is algae. I don't like heatstroke which I get every year. I don't like not moving for fear of sweating all my energy away.
I don't like summer.
OH MY GOD!
Oh my god oh my god oh my god!!!!! I finally set up Google Analytics for my blog. Yes I know Amanda I was waiting for you to teach me but I was bored one day and figured it out. So...I am still learning but I just checked the Map Overlay or whatever for the past month and guess what I learned.............I had one visitor from DENMARK!!!!! Denmark! Oh my god that's amazing. I love Denmark so much, and to have a visitor from there is pretty fucking awesome. I also had 4 visitors from Russia and one from the States. I don't know how accurate this is but I am going to trust it enough to be excited. FUCK YES I love Denmark. Welcome people of Earth who aren't from Canada (33 visitors). As I am typing this blog, I am looking more at this Map. Moscow, Copenhagen, Esterhazy, Maine, and someone from Edmonton spent 30 minutes on here! I feel famous. Oh and more than once now, someone has found my blog by typing "Misiwich" into Google. Hilarious. I don't know what the heck a bounce rate is, or much other stuff on these analytics, but I do know that I am pumped.
Where The Eff Is My Mouse??
So, I lost my mouse. Because I decided one day, that a wireless keyboard and mouse would be awesome, I am now paying for my mistake by tabbing my way through the internet. It's really frustrating because the tab always takes a hundred button mashes before going exactly where I want it to go! I know I could have waited until the mouse was found before writing a blog, but I really needed to write about something, and the shitty part is, now that I'm finally here, type type typing away, I can't remember what it is that I wanted to write about! So let's talk about Canada. We won 14 gold medals. Yeah so the USA beat everyone in collected medals all around, but beat everyone in collected gold medals, so that means we're the best. I'll admit, I didn't watch the Olympics as much as I would have liked this year, but when I did watch, I cried. The hockey game was beautiful. Both teams were fantastic and I'm really glad they didn't do a shootout because I don't really think those are fair, especially to the poor goalie. And after the game, CTV thought it would be a good idea to show Canadians what defeated Americans look like in front of the whole world. Awesome. I did start to feel bad for them, seeing them on the verge of tears and that goalie feeling like the worst shit he'd ever felt like, but then I remembered that I hate the States, and so I felt better. We broke the record for most gold medals by one country, and broke the record for most medals from a host country. I watched montage after montage and listened to O Canada a hundred times and cried tears of pride and patriotism. I was so happy, until Nickelback came along, and Avril Lavigne, then Simple Plan....and Hedley. What the fuck? Neil Young, Alanis Morissette, Marie Mai and then that?? It was hard to keep my Canadian head up high while watching the rest of the world go, "Uhhh, k?" I was telling Landon, that that is the closest anyone will ever be to partying with the world. We probably didn't need to send as many athletes as we did, and we probably didn't need to spend as much money as we did, but it was awesome. Partying with the world, and Simple Plan.
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