Facebook has stolen years from my life!

Hello, my name is Janet and I am addicted to facebook!

I am sure that some of you out there could relate, more accurately probably millions of you. Which is actually kind of pathetic, and sad. Are we just hapless victims of technology? Do we not value life as we once knew it? When did we lose the desire to communicate with the outside world in person?

I strongly feel that Facebook has stolen years from my life. I spend countless hours in front of the computer on one single website that has successfully sucked the life right out from under me without my knowledge.

When I first signed up, I spent hours upon hours, looking for old acquaintances. Please do not get me wrong, I am thankful to the creator for allowing me to get in touch with people who I haven’t seen in years. At first it was constant get togethers and time spent catching up on everything we missed in each others lives.

Then came the change. By the change I mean the apps. Farmville, Cafeville, Mafia Wars, you name it, and you can play it. These games have taken years from my life. Time that could have been better spent, exercising, cleaning my house, enjoying the outdoors, walking the dog….oh the poor dog.

Someone out there must feel my pain. Years upon, years of virtual work and nothing concrete to show for it, except what has accumulated around my waist. *sigh* When does one say enough? What will it take for me to reclaim my life again? I keep telling myself that I will stop but it becomes an obsession. Just after one more level, or build one more house, whatever the case may be. Yet, I find myself exchanging one craze with another, my new guilty pleasure is songpop. I cannot tell you how frantic I become if I get a song wrong that I actually knew, all because I had to answer faster than the person I was playing against.

I need an intervention. Perhaps a twelve step program to help the addiction. Maybe there is a Facebook Anonymous group I can join. If not I think someone should found one. You would actually be helping thousands of people with this addiction around the world. We need to find our way back to the light!

I am already on my way. Step one..success! Admit powerlessness….DONE! Now what? Any suggestions?

Til next time,
Enjoy 😉

Dogs VS. Cats … Who do you choose?

Dogs vs. Cats? A question that is asked by millions. Who do you choose?

I have to say I am still undecided, they both have their pros and cons. I also have 3 dogs and 2 cats, which is where my dilemma comes from. I feel the best way to do it is to break them down into sections and analyse the hell heck out of it.

Dog pros:

• They give you unconditional love
• If you have little kids, then the dog can double as a vacuum cleaner, spilt food will never be a problem again.
• They are always there to greet you when you come home, no matter how long you have been gone for.
• They can provide you with protection.
• They always want to be by your side.
• The are obedient and trainable.

Dog cons:

• You can not go away and leave them alone.
• You have to bathe them. Wet dog smell = yuck!
• You have to manage their food, or else they will eat everything in sight.
• They chew up some of your most treasured belongings….I could tell some stories about this one.
• They have to be everywhere you are, sometimes it is nice to go into the bathroom without your furry little friend tagging along.
• Depending on the breed, they need constant grooming.
• They need to be walked daily.

Still dogs are fantastic once they are trained, they can be your most loving, loyal companion. Always there when you need them, never judging, and always accepting. Dogs get a big thumbs up in my book!

Cat pros:

• They are independent.
• You can leave them with enough food and water for a few days and they will be ok on their own, some actually prefer it this way.
• They bath themselves, therefore no wet animal smell.
• They know when to stop eating and can self manage their own food.
• Cats groom themselves.

Cat cons:

• They are rarely cuddly, if they are it is only on their terms.
• They are unpredictable, friendly one minute, then the next minute they are wrapped with all fours around your arm, doing their best kitty kung-fu.
• They scratch the furniture, which is an embarrassment when you entertain because the frayed look was not part of the original design.
• Their litter box, clean or not stinks beyond belief.
• They think they are the more intelligent species, even above humans. You all know exactly what I mean 😉
• They have this natural ability to weave between your feet and make it look like they want to express their undying love for you, when their real intentions are that they secretly want us to trip and fall down the stairs.
• With the previous one in mind, I strongly believe cats have a hidden agenda.

So their it is!! Cats vs. Dogs? Who do you choose? Even though I have both, I am definitely a dog person all the way!

 

Til next time,

Enjoy 🙂

 

Omg am I becoming my parents?

I just celebrated my 40th Birthday. Yes my 40th. I have to say I did not take it well. It was actually quite devestating. Thirty came and went with such ease, but forty and I do not like each other very well at all.

I have been finding lately that I catch myself relating and sympathizing with my parents and what they had to endure over the years with all of us.

I really started to notice it when my 14 year old son had his music cranked in his room, in what could have only been an off the chart decibel reading. It was so loud I feel that it may have been able to be read on the richter scale, and heard by every hard of hearing person in a fifty mile radius of our home.

Top ten reasons I feel that I am becoming my parents!

1. I have actually said to my son can you turn that SHIT off. Yes, that is right, I am not proud. It took me back to myself at exactly that age, listening to exactly the same type of music. RAP! ugh…I am clearly old.
2. Yelling at the kids to stop wasting water, because they are in the shower for what seems like an eternity. Remember I said they were teenage boys, do you see what I am getting at. Save the water, take it elsewhere please.
3. Being horrified at the way they dress. Please do not make me go back on the skinny jean rant again. Oh, and do not get me started on the low riding, because that is a whole other topic.
4. Becoming the food police was not suppose to be in the job description, but I get it now. Kids, do not eat it all in one day, it is meant to last a week.
5. I have become the neighbourhood taxi driver. Someone had to take over my dad’s job right?
6. Hearing their father say, “kids do not wake your mother, she is resting” Dear god, have I become my mother? Daily afternoon naps, oh good god I think I have.
7. Waking up to drive the kids to school, hair unbrushed, in my pjs. Yikes I  am also my father too.
8. Nit picking…. “clean up your room, put your dishes in the dishwasher, do your homework” Yep I have, I think it is official.
9. Saying things like “I brought you into this world, I can take you out!”
10. Or “I am not here to be liked, I am here to mold you into becoming the best you can possibly be!” 🙂 Yes, yes I think I have become my parents 🙂

Thank you Mom and Dad for putting up with all our crazyness and standing by us even when you knew we were making bad choices. Thank you for letting us make our own mistakes and allowing us to learn from them. I love you and miss you both.

Til next time

Enjoy 😉

Insomnia or hell? You tell me!

Last night we had the worst wind storm ever! I laid awake in bed all night long with not a wink of sleep. The wind bashed against the house over and over, with no end in sight.

I used to be the world’s biggest insomniac! The stress of the red glowing digits on the alarm clock would mock me night after night. As they slowly ticked over to the next number, which evidently counted down the lack of time in which I had yet left to sleep before the dreaded buzzer would go off. Dreaded buzzer being a nice word for it, as it must really be the most annoying sound in the history of the entire universe.

I had thought those days were long over, until last night that is.

The wind itself is a force to be reckoned with. Invisible, but mighty! Strong like a powerhouse steamroller, but with an agenda! One may argue this fact with me, but nevertheless, I swear the wind was out to get me last night! Driven but determination to not allow me to sleep. To utterly deprive me of my right to dream in a peaceful slumber land.

 Could it have been a conspiracy on Mother Nature’s part. I possess a strong feeling of her amusement and sheer delight of her nights accomplishment. Her achievement in my night of restlessness, that ended up to be the worst night of insomnia that I had yet to have. Did I some how upset the balance of nature, in my travels, so that the mighty force of Mother Nature herself had to seek vengeance in order to have it restored.

Or am I just a victim of my own version of HELL. That is exactly how I feel right now, as I try to get through the last few hours of this long tiring day. That I have stumbled into my own personal hell. Insomnia or hell? You tell me!

Til next time

Enjoy 🙂

I am back….

I know, I am new to blogging, I know that I haven’t blogged in like forever….but dear blog…I have missed you sooooo.

The thing is, I had taken some time off to go back to school. Haha yes, you heard me right, go back to school. Who would have thought? I hated school while I was in it, but I have been back twice in the past six years.

How does anyone expect teenagers to even remotely have a clue as to what they could possibly want to do for the rest of their lives, if they haven’t had a chance to go out into the world to explore options and figure out what they are good at.

My career choices while I was in high school were as follows:

1. Lawyer…..I had big dreams of going to Harvard law school or UCLA…I planned on becoming the worlds next best criminal lawyer.
2. Social Worker…..haha back then I couldn’t even social work my own life, let alone anyone elses.

The career choices I chose well after high school….ummmm, adulthood…yikes!

1. Early Childhood Educator…..Don’t get me wrong I love working with kids…but I do not like coming home with snot all over me each and every day.
2. Medical laboratory technician…..still up for debate, as I just graduated and haven’t been out in the working world yet.

Well, that is it, I am back. I am hoping to come back with some amazing new stories, as my husband says….”You and sharp objects, do not mix!” 😀

Til next time….

Oh the Office Party Rantings!

I am sure some of you have been here yourself at some time or another.

The dreaded Christmas work party. Always a good laugh, with the exception of when it is at your my expense.

Everything all in good fun, one may say, unless of course you are the donkey and they are pinning the tail on your ass. Then it frickin stings like hell. Kinda like rubbing alcohol on an open wound.

Most of it was harmless teasing, and I am sure none  of them will not remember a word they said anyway, as they were so intoxicated it seeped out of their pours.

Thank the gods that I am not the one that is going to wake up with the train wreck of a hangover that they all will sure to have.

What is it they say about Karma?? Oh ya Karma is a Bitch! 🙂

Ode to the Karmic office party hangover! Hallelujah! Who is the donkey now?? Not I!

Til next time Enjoy! 🙂

Bears! You have to be kidding me!

I live it the city…well not ‘THE” CITY, but a city not the less. Quite a few of my relatives live in the country, but I am NOT a country girl. 

No way, no how. I tried it, and needless to say, I am thankful that my parents had the good sense to pull out and leave when they did. I mean seriously, what would I have become if they did not have the common sense to move back to civilization?Ah, scary thought, I cannot even fathom the idea of it.

Why do I dislike the country so much:

1. Well water
2. No decent shopping within well 100km
3. Bugs
4. Winters
5. Nothing to do
6. Bears…..Ya I will get back to this one soon enough
7. Oh ya….did I already say NOTHING TO DO=boredom

Why I love the city:

1. Lots of people…..I need people 🙂
2. Shopping, and lots of it.
3. There is always something to do
4. Winters are easier, I hate 40 feet of the fluffy white stuff, I much prefer only 10 feet.
5. PEOPLE 🙂
6. NO BEARS….well atleast there usually isn’t any.

Over the past couple weeks, we have been having a black bear problem in my neighbourhood. Apparently animal control says they are forging for food, and they will travel til the find it.

The bears have created quite the stir at my work. I work at a fitness centre and on occasion we use the forest trail to run. However, recently with the bear sightings we cannot, unless of course we want to take the chance on being Yogi’s next meal.  Needless to say, the slowest runner will be dinner. However, the other day one of my co-workers said to me, that if he were a bear, I would be the prefered choice, because I was Meaty!

Meaty?? I am wondering if I should be taking offense to that one…hahaha.Well, since I am the meaty one, maybe I will stay out of the woods for a while. I would hate to become dinner to the local wildlife 😉

My son had left the building!

I have a soon to be thirteen year old boy. I am trying to figure out, if ;

1. It is just his age and he is girl obsessed!
2. Maybe he had been recently abducted by aliens!
3. Is possessed!
4. Raging hormones, and girl obsessed…wait I already said that right??

Over the past couple months, he has taken up to having two showers a day. His excuse is “I need my hair to be sexy and lusious!”  *SIGH* your kidding me right??

Everything about him is apparently SEXY! Can I just say OMG! This is why I am thinking it could possibly be an alien invasion, or at the very least he is possessed.

I mean, he carries a comb with him where ever he goes, and is constantly doing the neck, hair toss thing…you know just like in the herbal essense commercials. Wait…maybe I can sign him up, at the very least he could make me some money off this crazy obsessive behaviour right?

Why is it that everything has to be sexy. I mean seriously, it is not like they have any idea what the real meaning of sexy is. What I am trying to say is, yes they know what it means, but they do not understand sexy, like we adults do.

I am wondering if any other mom’s out there with soon to be teenage boys have these same thoughts! Please tell me I am not alone 😉

Til next time 🙂

Enjoy

Am I just clumsy or did I have a Freaky Friday moment?

I would have never though of myself as overly clumsy. But a couple of years ago, I had the worst day. It was like I was in someone else’s body, I felt like myself, but I was not moving like myself. That day I think if it was able to be done, then I definitely did it.

I was working as a supply for a daycare. I started out at one centre in the morning and had another centre to go to in the afternoon.

It all started when it was time to put cots out before lunch. The children were in circle and I was getting beds ready. As I started, I had to take many off the stack to get to the ones that I needed that day. Thinking it was a clever idea to briefly stand the ones that I did not need up against a bookcase beside me, while I was sorting and scrambling for the ones that I did need, until…..BANG. Oops.

I stacked one to many cots against a bookcase that I imagined weighed much more that it actually did. Yes, it was unable to support the weight of my never-ending pile of kiddy beds. Unfortunately the bookcase and the pile of cots went tumbling over with a loud thud! My face went ten shades of red. I was so embarrassed. What a klutz, I thought I was. What I did not know at that very moment was that, it was just the beginning of what I now refer to my ‘Freaky Friday’!

After my clean up, my day at the one centre ended, I headed off to centre number two. This I have to say was even better than the first.

The day at this centre started like this.

The kids were having snack, and in this room they take of the lid to the garbage, as the kids scrap their food themselves and it avoids getting all over the lid.

Unfortunately for me, one of the other staff just left the lid lying on the floor in the way of everything. As I turned around to walk to the sink, I stepped into the lid. It was one of those teeter-tootering lids, and my foot got stuck. I walked about two steps with the garbage lid attached to my foot, until I fell flat on my face. Sprawled out on the floor starfish style seems to me my thing. I felt like a complete idiot.

All I could think of was how much worse can this day get? Worse I assure you.

So I next opened up a cupboard to get some paper out for one of the children, and apparently during one of my falls I must have obtained super strength, because I pulled the door right off the hinge. I stood there with the cupboard door in my hand, my mouth hitting the floor in awe. On any other occasion I would have been quite impressed with this strength of mine, but not this one. Horrified!

Last but certainly not least. I was using the staff computer to do daily documentation, and I inserted the camera’s memory card into the slot. Nothing happened. So I pushed on it to make sure it was in. AHH. It went flush to the computer. How on earth was I going to get this thing out. I was freaking. I got a plastic fork to try to dig it out, and all it did was send the memory card flying inside the computer.

Now completely freaking out, I went to tell the supervisor what a complete and utter moron I was. She looked at me and laughed, apparently I was not the first and would not be the last to do it, there was no drive to accept the memory card, and they opened the computer up and took it out. Easy, peasy!

Well, I still think it was a freaky friday moment! When I told my clumsy friend about my day, I swore to her that her and I ‘freaky fridayed’ each other. I insisted to run into each other to give her clumsiness back to her.

Even though I have not been the same ever since, still odd things seem to follow me where ever I go, it has never been as bad as it was that day. I still thank my lucky stars.

 Til Next time, Enjoy! 🙂

Birthdays are Overrated!

*sigh*

Another day, another number added on to this ever-growing lifespan.

Waking up on yet another birthday loses excitement as you age. There are the milestones, that have their appeal. Sixteen, Nineteen, Twenty-One. After those fun-filled years, does anyone really look forward to the Twenty-Five, Thirty, Forty? I think not. At least I don’t.

Yes, for the record I do feel older! I feel older everyday I wake up. As you age, things start to break down.

I work in the fitness industry and I am definitely feeling my age. I bet you are wondering how old. Well it isn’t Twenty-Nine, and it is not quite  forty. I think in when I do finally hit forty I may just spend my birthday with a bottle of liquor and a box of kleenex, while singing “It’s my party and I will cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to, you would cry to if it happened to you!”

Is there such a thing as growing old gracefully? I feel that as I grow old, I am getting more Bitchy moody.

I am thinking that I need to come up with a list of things to do that will make me feel young again.

1. Blast the Ipod and dance like no one is watching.
2. Pull an all nighter….Bahahahhahahaha…ya right
3. Sit out by the pool, while a handsome cabana boy with a six pack of abs, brings me fruity drinks all day…..wait don’t have a pool…crap!
4. Run a marathon! Wait does anyone have a defibrillator on hand?
5. Turn back the clock……I like this one, does anyone know a genius that can build a time machine?

Seriously, it is another day where I sit and wait for my family to treat me like a princess, but instead I am just an old crow! Haha…

There is one good thing about Birthdays no matter how old I get, Chocolate :)!

Til next time, Enjoy!