Is this really our future?

4 teenage boys rape a woman in an apartment stairwell.

A 15 year old girl robs a bank.

These are just two of the disturbing news headlines I have seen in the past couple of days and I am scared. I am scared that this is our future. Where has the world gone wrong? Where are the parents? And really are adults any better? Who is teaching our children (and let’s be honest these are CHILDREN) right from wrong? And do some adults even know the difference themselves?

Is this really who we want to be? Is this really what we want our future to be? And even if we admit it is a problem, do we know the solution?

A sure sign fall is here

This morning as I waited in line at Starbucks to pick up my morning non-fat latte I was surprised to see that the Pumpkin Cream Cheese muffins are back. I was elated because I think these muffins are damn tasty but was honestly surprised that fall is already here. Where has the time gone??

I should have noticed the approach of fall as I am also fighting an urge to go by new office supplies which is another sure sign that fall has arrived. Oh how I miss the newness of that first day of school. The smell of new binders, fresh pens and pencils and the feeling of brand new clothes that have been waiting to be paraded out on that first day.

So let’s all raise our warm drinks to cool mornings and warm afternoons, coloured leaves and brisk breezes. Here’s to you Fall – welcome back!

Oh and Hello Blog – sorry I have been gone so long. I’ll try to explain my absence in an upcoming post.

But dogs aren’t sick

I’ve been at home for the past two days trying to get rid of a nasty cold that I have picked up. (Jason gave it to me actually but he feels really bad that he did so I can’t be that mad.) My nose is turning a nice shade of red, my throat is nice and swollen and scratchy and I sound like a middle-aged man when I speak. Now, there is nothing wrong with middle-aged men but I am not one and don’t really like sounding like one.

It’s my last week of work and two weeks before I walk down the aisle and I am sick….very very sick! I better not lose my tastebuds on the weekend because it is pumpkin pie time and I intend to enjoy it!

So I was thinking….where does the saying “Sick as a dog” come from? Are dogs known for being sickly? I’ve seen Regal throw up and then start jumping around again like nothing happened so perhaps being as “sick as a dog” would be a good thing.

You know you are getting older when…

….you change radio stations.

For the longest time I have been a listener of CHUM FM and a little Mix 99.9. Lately I have noticed that the music on these stations (not to mention the banter) just bores me. So I have been spending more of my time on Jason’s side of the car pre-sets and listening to Classic Rock 107.1 and Jack FM. I think it is a definite sign of my increasing age when I no longer get the music of the kids of today.

….now I’m off to sit in my rocking chair on my front porch so I can keep an eye on those hooligan young’ins in the neighbourhood.

Tax dollars hard a work…NOT!

I am so tired of calls for inquests and commissions and inquiries and investigations into alleged behaviour from this political party and that political party.  What the hell is the government (the one in “power” or any of the opposition) actually doing to govern????  All their time and our money is spent trying to figure out which party has the most skeletons in the closet.  Who the hell cares?????  If they spent a fraction of the money they spend investigating each other on oh I don’t know maybe the environment, trade, social programs or any other area that actually helps Canadians we would be in great shape. 

It is just so sad that this is the time we live in.  A time where “leaders” are more interested in exposing the short comings of others than they are in actually leading.  Each one is just as flawed as the next - can’t they just agree on that and move on to actually doing something to help the people who pay their salaries???  

Stop spending my money to cover your ass!  Stop spending my money to pay for investigations into every little alleged wrong-doing!  Start spending my money on making my country better!  Dumbasses!!

Long weekend catch-up

Saturday – Took a long walk with dog, ran errands, errands, errands, errands and more errands.

Sunday – Slept in, had breakfast with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin, did laundry (well actually Jason did most of the laundry), watched a movie (at home) and caught up on tv.

Monday – Took a short walk with the dog, ate breakfast, headed to Terra Cotta for a hike with the dog, went to Mississauga to plant some plants we gave Jason’s mom for Mother’s Day, did more laundry (again – mostly Jason), made a great dinner and did some reading.

 The weather was shite but we enjoyed the weekend regardless.  Sometimes it is nice to be trapped in the house.

If you can see out, I can see in!

Last night on my way home from work I was stopped at red lights for 5 blocks one after another.  Each time I looked in my rear-view mirror I saw the same man doing some serious mining for boogers.  He was really digging up in there – it actually looked a little painful. 

Now he was trying to turn himself a little to the left to block the view from the cars parked on his right but did he not realize that I could quite plainly see him each time I glanced up?  Did he care??  He was also doing a lot of wiping on his pants with that finger so I’m very sorry for the person who will be doing his laundry.

I find it hilarious the things that people do in their cars when they think they are alone.  They do realize that the car has windows right??  I guess I have to admit that I can often be seen signing up a storm as I drive about but that is probably just amusing to my fellow commuters.  But nose picking?  Come on people, I don’t need to be treated to visions of your finger shoved up your nose every time I check my mirrors.

I feel like a failure but my house is much cleaner

So after months and months and months and months of talking about it, Jason and I finally found someone to clean our house.  Well actually we found two people.  Our new cleaners are a little Portuguese couple and they are coming every other Tuesday to clean for us.

There is a part of me that feels like a failure because I couldn’t figure out how to keep my own house clean but there is also a part of me that loved my house being cleaned while I was working.  We could have done better in the cleaning department but we opted to spend more quality time together and cleaning was just so far down on the list that it just didn’t get done as frequently as we would like.  So we caved and are paying someone else to do it.  The poor peeps had their work cut out for them yesterday as it was the first day and they didn’t get everything done but the house looks so much better.  They even cleaned the things I never do.  Things like the oven and the stove plates and the toaster oven and the toaster and a number of other things that just don’t make it on the list when I am making the house liveable. 

At this point we are thinking it was money extremely well spent!!

I need a watch with more hours.

It is only Thursday and already my weekend is completely packed.  I normally look forward to the weekends to get some rest and relaxation but for some reason lately they just seem to be so busy that the work week seems like free time. 

Just to give you an example of what I am talking about, here are the current plans for just Saturday.

Saturday

Wake up.

Take Regal for a walk.

Go to the gym.

Eat breakfast.

Go to Brampton to a sports store to look for new Rugby boots for Jason.

Go to the pet store to get dog treats for Regal.

Go to Home Depot to look at patio sets. (We have this old plastic one that the previous owners left behind when they stole the standard one that came with the units so we are looking for something that we may actually get some use of.  Sitting on those plastic chairs is like sitting on a hot stove when the sun has been shining on them.)

Go to Canadian Tire or Toys R Us or some such place to look for an outdoor game or activity for my niece and nephew for their birthday on Sunday.

Take Regal for another walk.

Eat lunch.

Clean the house.

Possibly fit in some time to play GHIII.

Pick up Linda at the airport.  Wahoooooooo!! She is coming for a visit!!

Drive her to Ajax. (Possibly have dinner with the family.)

Take Regal for her third walk.

Sleep.

And that is just Saturday.  On Sunday we have the gym again, dog walking, brunch in Ajax, making invitations, ironing, laundry and I’m sure there are other things to do that I am just not thinking about at the moment.

See why I look forward to 8 hours of sitting at my desk??  It’s not that I don’t enjoy these tasks (well some of them I don’t enjoy like the cleaning and ironing – but most I do) it just seems like there is always a long list of stuff that needs to be done – and there is never enough time.

Dear Blog…I miss you!

Last night Jason was asking me if I had written anything on my blog lately and I said no.  He asked why not and my response was no time.  But maybe I should try to find some time as I do miss the creative outlet.  With being back at work and planning a wedding and owning a dog and going to the gym and having a house to clean, meals to make and laundry to do – I just don’t seem to have any time to do anything else.  I am sure that I have lost all of my loyal readers with my lack of posting lately but even if I am the only one left reading it, I hope to try and find some time to share my thoughts.  I have  lot of things going on at the moment so you would think I have a lot of things to say but to be honest the things that are not absolute must-dos are the first things to get dropped and unfortunately that is what has happened to my poor blog.

As I am looking at the familiar screen as I type I realize how much I used to enjoy adding a little note here every day before I went to sleep.  Even more than the outlet I miss the sharing and the connection with those people who faithfully followed my daily ramblings.  I am so sorry for deserting you.  I am so sorry for allowing mundane tasks like laundry to take me away from something I enjoy.