Ho-Lee Cur-rapp-ola.

Holy crapola is right. Holy crapola I am in a bad mood, that is. Yes, there you have it. Suck it up Buttercup.

Anyways, I was driving home from work this evening, and I was listening to CBC (this happens occasionally- don't get too excited) and they were talking about "hypermiling". I found this very interesting for the following 3 reasons:

1. Money, money, money. Cha-ching. It can save us ALL money... and pretty decent amounts of it as well.

2. The trees, the bunnies, the butterflies, etc.... the environment. Less waste.

3. Political reasons, if you're so inclined. Here's your way of sticking it to the "man" selling you your fossil fuels. Stick it to the "man", or the country he's running.

So what great thing could "hypermiling" be, that's FREE, and has all of the above benefits? Check out: http://www.cleanmpg.com/cmps_index.php?page=hypermiling

Happy trails! (Look for me in the slow lane, with a giant buffer in front of me!!)

A lovely photo of my very own little gas pig..... but I do love Red Rose. :)

Flush.

The past few days.

I don' t have a lot to say. Period. This past week/weekend has been pretty much uneventful except for some shooting, banging, adding/subtracting, cutting and of course, working.
For reasons of protecting the innocent, we won't go into what happened to who and or/when.

The sleepy bears have passed out. I had to put this here. It was necessary. :)

I have been reading a lot of other people's blogs lately to see what everyone's writing about. Some of them I find interesting, some make my head hurt trying to get through the giant paragraphs of crap. Therefore, no one's really helping me out with what to write in THIS one. lol I guess I'm on my own here. Perhaps it will hurt my head to read this later as well. Hahaha.

I really like the "ha ha's" and the "lol's". I am a Haha, LOL whore. Great.

Anway, one more week to go, and I'm off for a few days. NO work. Prepare to keep me busy, Ottawa! :)


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Wal Mart- Come in with little, leave with less.

I had to go to WalMart after work today, and for a Tuesday night, it was craaaaaaazy busy. I think, I mean it must, be a welfare cheque week or something because the merch. was flying off the shelves and the line ups were incredible.

There were shop vacs, bathroom shower curtain rods, bath puffs, milk, baby clothes, razors... you name it. It was truly like a low income festival... and kind of sad to watch. This is where Wal Mart makes their money. From all of the carefully placed impulse items before the cash registers to the strategic middle aisle displays full of scented candles, Pringles and Axe body deodorant.

From dreadlocks to dirty feet in cheap flip flops, the colours are as varied as the Fruit Loops in the carts. There are bad tattoos garishly displayed on braless teenage girls with bad teeth and boyfriends in braces funded by their parents. Families with mothers that look like they need about a week of sleep and a makeover, fathers with bloodshot eyes and threadbare t-shirts and pre pubescent dirt-caked kids that look like they should go through a car wash-- without the car. We wait in line, to get to cashiers who speak broken english, and look like they can barely afford the bus fare to get to work on a good day.

Welcome to Wal Mart. Come in with little, leave with less.

And don't you forget it.

6 months... no puff puff.

HA! Congratulations to me, congratulations to me! 6 months, not a single drag. Feels goooooooooooood. I'm patting myself on the back. Yay. Here's my quit stats from my Canadian Cancer Society Quit Meter thingy.....

Donna's Quit Stats
Since Wednesday, January 16, 2008, I've been smoke-free for:182 Days, 22 Hours, 35 Minutes, 8 Seconds.
I have saved $1,254.81 by not smoking 2561 cigarettes.By not smoking I have added16 Days, 7 Hours, 35 Minutes, 40 seconds.to my life expectancy.

Can I just say HOLY FUCK?? 2561 Cigarettes? That is craaaaaazy. Think of how many times I did the hand to mouth thing. Wow.... I'm surprised my right arm hasn't atrophied and fallen off.

Will I be a reformed smoker? Nah, probably not horribly so, but there are things which piss me off about other people smoking already..

1. The extra 'free' time all the smokers at work get. Seriously... I don't take smoke breaks now, and where's my smoke break time? Seems like some sort of fucking right you have as a smoker, that you lose as a non smoker. Somehow, sneaking outside to watch the birds for a quick 5 just doesn't seem to have the same effect.

2. The 'waiting' for smokers... "hold on, just give me a sec. to find my lighter", "give me a minute to have a smoke first"... etc. Do it on your own time. Don't waste mine anymore!

I totally notice the smell on people now.. it does kinda stink. I also notice it on pets whose owners smoke. They're all the ones getting fucking tracheal stents or cancer. Yippee. Don't smoke in the house with your pets. Or your kids. Come on people!!!

Anyway, that's my rant for today. I'm pretty tired as the new roomie's alarm clock got me up at 5 a.m. this morning... while he SLEPT through it. I have no idea. Noooooooo idea.

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Back I Went.

So, today was back to work. Not a bad day really, pretty tame compared to what it could have been. Tomorrow looks eeeeeeevil unfortunately. We'll see how that goes. As I was thinking the day before yesterday, I did lose a couple of patients over the past week. A couple, I am glad to see go, as they were owners who just couldn't let go and the time for these pets had definitely come... and gone... and come back... and gone. You get the picture. It's a relief some days.

Tomorrow will be my 6 months of no smoking. I'm surprised I've made it this far, but I'm pretty sure this is it. No matter how much I LOVED smoking (and I did), I HATED quitting. I don't want to have to go through it again. I also can't forget about the health benefits, etc. It's too easy to forget/push aside all of those things and light up.... you have to keep reminding yourself of WHY you quit. I still have a written list in my gymbag which I just saw the other day. It still contains all the reasons I quit, and they all mean just as much to me. So, I'm still not smoking.
I think I actually need to stop talking about it before I go and light up. hahaha Mmmmmmmmmmm..... inhale...... exhale......... I can smoke in the blog, right???? ;-)

Well, I don't really have much to say today... so I'm going to bed. Will do this later in the week again if I'm still coherent.

Flush.

Almost over....

Well, tomorrow is the last day of my first bit of vacation this summer. What have I done? Not a whole hell of a lot... Went to Bluesfest, I think, 7 out of the 10 days? Not too bad. Slept.... a lot. Stayed up late.... a lot. Got back into the gym like I should be.
I don't really think that being off without a lot to do has been a good thing for me. Too much time to think? Someone told me it was "good for the soul", but I'm thinking me and my soul are not on speaking terms right now, so that really didn't work for me.
I'm not sure what the deal is, but I feel a little something going on... change? Something wicked this way comes? Something wonderful this way comes? I'm pushing for something positive. I've decided to start getting rid of some thing that I've had for a while, or simply don't need anymore. For one, all of my stained glass stuff, which I haven't touched in, oh, SEVEN years. I know, I'm slightly sad about it, but truthfully, I just keep dragging this stuff around. I think 7 years is a pretty good indication it's not high on my list of priorities. It's time to go. There are also a couple of pieces of furniture I'll be offering up as well. I just have too much stuff. Time to purge.
Perhaps I'll finish off my week tomorrow by cleaning out some other stuff... more purging. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to work... for a while anyway. I miss my patients and only hope they're all doing well still. I hate going back to find that some of them have gone while I was off. That reallllllllllly sucks.
Anyway, that was today.

Flushhhhhhhhhhhh.

Spilling.

I am putting these in
to prevent what they have inside,
to prevent what I have inside,
from coming out.

When they open
a million tiny pieces fall,
unpreventable and unstoppable,
they come out.

When I open
a million tiny electrical charges go off,
like a childs birthday sparkler,
until it's out.

A Dark Grey

I was just reading something online, while looking for answers to a question I have been wondering about-- "Can reading depressive articles/stories/literature, actually make one depressed?" Or do you think that you already have to be in a certain state of mind to come out of it even more negative/depressed than when you started?
So far, I think the answer is yes, it is possible, and probably more so possible if you have depressive tendencies. I haven't found any actual studies, but rather some blogging about it.... http://http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/01/does_melancholy_literature_dee.html Interesting.

The other thing that I read and stuck with me (again, from the blogger above), is: "About the only thing we know in this country about the French writer Henry de Montherlant is that he came up with the phrase "happiness writes white" - in other words, you quite simply don't feel like writing, or such writing makes no impression, if you're feeling fine." Again.... iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting. I think I can relate to that a lot of the time.

Anyway, there's MY depressive reading for you today. Hope you're still smiling.

Here's a courtesy FLUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Jumping right in...

Ha ha ha ha ha.
So I start to write this, I come up with a few lame lines which took me a bit to think about, then I delete the whole shitty mess in one fell swoop. I love it! This bodes well.

Discovery #1- That's what the save button is for you idiot.

Now, that's better. So what do people do in these? I know crap about politics, so that's out. I am trying to "get into it" but man... sooooo much stuff. Does this make me a bad person? I'm trying.... a little.

I could talk about animals... till I'm blue in the face. I'm supposing that will actually come up a few times should I happen to keep this up. You will learn to love my pitbull... or I will "sick" him on you. lol This picture is clearly him in the "upside down, flip off the couch from a sleeping position" attack pose. God I love ya Squiggy!!



I may talk about Matt Good. I saw him in concert recently and I'm feeling semi-obsessed with him right about now. If you'd like to visit HIS blog... which is really interesting... it's http://http//www.matthewgood.org/. Check it out. Tell him I love him. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Looking forward to emptying my brain here on a regular basis!

Whoooooooooooooooooooo..........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!