I am a confused chick I think. I spend all of my busy time waiting for a day to do just bugger all, and when I finally get that day, I am bored out of my flippin' skull! I mean BORED!! The head scratcher is that I am determined to be bored -- like this is what I set out to do today, so damnit -- I am going to press through the day and do just that! Knowing that you are bored tho is what is so frustrating, because it goes beyond relaxation into a realm of the doldrums. A day chalk full of nothingness brings on a serious bout of yawning, blahs, and disinterest. Oh the disinterest!!! I came to the realization that I should really try to do something, but couldn't think of a single thing worth wasting my precious energy on. I say precious because what little I had I wanted to keep in reserves for something potentially really great. And nothing great happened upon me. NOTHING. So I sat, staring at my computer thinking that I will torture a few unsuspecting chat victims with lifeless conversation. However, pretty much at any given time today, there has been three people logged onto my messenger. Two of them were there all day on "away" status and they totally weren't lying like the rest of us who say we are 'away' but aren't completely-one-hundred-percent 'away' all the time. OH, don't even try to fool me 'away-ers', because I know! I am set to away right now, and clearly I am not. ;o)

So apparently everyone else either knew how to appreciate and enjoy a day of R & R and not succumb to bordering on bona fide, crippling boredom. OR they decided to be of the energetically charged, happy go-getters who just make us lazy home dwellers seem even more pathetic for actually opting for a day of zip, zero, zilch. Believe me, I am no longer happy with my decision to do f**k all -- and I wish that I was annoyingly uppity with reams upon reams of pep and pizzazz.

In efforts to look busy, I worked on my spaces. I am quite content with the cuteness of Multiply. Windows Live -- I'm satisfied with that too, and Facebook -- well I am still learning the ropes there and I don't know if you can do fancy and frilly things with your little space to spruce it up with colour and life. *yawn* Oh well. So I decided to overwhelm my Multiply with a long list of tunes.

After some baby bonding which consisted of lying on the floor and encouraging Paige to participate in the game of "Let's pretend to sleep!", I received some unexpected vim and vigor. It was like I just morphed into supergirl after 15 minutes of being paralyzed on a patch of livingroom floor. So I turned on my music, cranked the shit up and danced my way from sloth to a human being again. I so love to dance!

I, then, added a special treat into my dull day... a good laugh. Which I tell you, is so much better when you get to enjoy with it someone else, but whatever -- it was still funny. I just love some comedians. Anyway, so I am listening to this skit, and all of a sudden -- it became HILARIOUS!!! You know the kind of funny where not just tears form -- you are crying, your stomach muscles hurt, and you can't hear yourself laugh because you aren't even sure that you are breathing anymore. The after effects of this type of humour I call "afterlaugh", and it is totally like you are trying to recover from near death. You are plagued with uncontrollable coughing, your lungs hurt, all-the-while continually laughing as the skit replays in your head. You choke a little or a lot, and then laugh some more because you almost died -- yet survived. At least you will always know that afterlaugh sufferers really know how to appreciate good comedy. They go to the brink of death and back and are willing to do it again. It's awesome! Yes, for that brief moment of my day today, I was incredibly, wonderfully gleeful!

So that brings my blog about nothing to an end. I'm going to have to mark this day and remember that the next time I decide to waste a day, I do so when there are either people around, on the other end of a phone or the computer, to be bored with.

Happy Weekend!

Deep from within the depths of UGH!, I have emerged. In other words, I am back!

I felt the need to overhaul my entire space and start from scratch. I removed all of my past blog entries, and I feel good about it. Those entries reflected an old life that is no longer mine.

I have gone through a separation, and with it came the realization that there are many different doors that are open to me. I am still deciding what route to take in my life, which makes decision making a little overwhelming at times. However, I am completely grateful for the choices.

I love the fact that this is my life to do what I will with. I am young, knowledgeable, and capable of anything I set my sights on. With that, I am back into the dating scene again for I know that there is someone made just for me. Unfortunately I can't bullshit my way into a career, so I am going to go to school in the fall as well. I am happy -- so there is no need to soften things up with any pity regarding my experiences. I am thankful for them, as they really DO make you a stronger, more stable person.

Enough of that...

I went on vacation a couple weeks ago. Had such a wonderful time, that I was sad to leave. I went to the big city -- which anything bigger than the wee little village that I live in, is classified as "the big city". I had been exposed to new sites, shops, people, things, foods, and so many wonderful places, that it just felt right to be rid of a sleepy little town. It was bittersweet that's for sure. I wanted my children around me, but didn't want to leave such a blissfully happy place and go back to the town that I have called home for several years of my life. Very idicative of a needed change, I think.  

So I recently had a birthday, and I am now 32! I had a great day. Tracey took me out to dinner, and made me an angelfood cake (my favourite birthday cake). She did such a wonderful job -- Nummy! I had such a great night with Tracey, and we laughed so much -- my belly hurt. 

I have so much to say, and yet know that if I don't post this entry, it will get filed away in a folder with the rest of my failed blog attempts.  So although I hate to end a blog like this, I will, and will continue another day. 

Dear Dog lovers,

I think I hate my dog.

Am I bad? This pup of mine is one hundred percent gorgeous, has hundreds of dollars invested in her already, and has been finally labelled a best friend to the kids. Maya the dog, sits way too pretty, cocks her head to the side in efforts to show her cute-n-cluelessness, and can perform her mandatory tricks with just hearing the word, "treat". She has stopped stealing socks, doesn't chew on furniture, and doesn't bark. So why do I hate her you ask? Because, I swear that she is all about grossing me out. I don't mean grossing me out as in bent over licking her privates at my feet or while we are eating dinner. That's gross -- she does that and I can still love her anyway. I don't mean grossing me out with horrific belches and the infamous silent but violent dog fluffs. That's gross too, and I still love her even tho. She happy pees, sheds dog hair and skin, and enjoys licking human feet and the cat's arse (if she can get it without losing an eye) -- all completely vulgar. BUT there has to be a line!! Doesn't there? With a dog, does anything go? I mean, isn't there a point where you can justifiably say, "I do not like you anymore"? 'Cause it's happened to me folks. I am there, and all I can see is this one problem overshadowing every sliver of good, or minor annoyance my pet has to offer.

Now you all know that I live in the north. Everything here is snowy and frozen -- and in this particular case, I have to say Halle-freakin-luiah! The other day I opened my door, and sitting there at my doorstep -- were several logs of frozen shitzacles. *gasp* I was astonished with how these got there, because I knew that there was no way that my beloved pooch could do something so...so vile. Annoyed, I scooped the poop to the trash. A few hours later, I went to let Maya outside, and I was completely aghast -- for the poop had returned! I was horrified upon the realization that this new hoarding obsession was from my own pretty puppy, and not a filthy canine drifter. I could feel my cheeks start to tingle as the next step to that was gagging. Since then, Maya's poop retrieval has become somewhat of a hobby, a mission, a natural born talent -- and I am nowhere near impressed. Shouldn't there be a limit to what a Golden Retriever is permitted to retrieve?

So what is this? Why is my dog -- my pretty girl dog, treating her droppings as if it were a buried treasure that she must recover from the depths of the growing snowbanks? Does this give her a sense of security? Does she have abandonment issues? Does she think that her feces must be rescued from it's certain fate of permanent disposal? I am utterly disgusted. I assure you that she is well fed -- she is provided with three square meals a day, and treats to boot. I cannot even comprehend how excrement could have any sort of sentimental value or be tastier than a dog biscuit, or a rawhide. What's next -- rolling in it? What do I do -- what do I do -- what do I do??? Help!

Positively repulsed,