So, there are good days and there are bad days.
More bad days than good lately.
Cancer is such a roller coaster, both emotionally and physically. One day she is up eating Chinese food with me, joking around, and the next day she can't get out of bed. It's frustrating to watch. I realize that this is what cancer does; it's deceptive. Just when you think things are looking up, you get slammed.
Every day, treatment seems to change. Oral turns to injection. Pain meds are increased. Mass explodes in size. Discomfort increases. There is no position that she can maintain that relieves the pain. In the next week or two, a grief counselor will be coming to the house to speak to her kids.
I could go into specifics, but the reality is, no one needs to hear them. Cancer is ugly, plain and simple. I really hope that you never have to watch someone you love go through this. If you have, you can understand just how dreadful it is.
Yet, Laurelle manages to deal with it all with grace somehow. She is truly my hero.
She and the oncologist made the decision to cease treatment. She will be staying at home until this is no longer an option. She will then try to get a spot at McNally House in Grimsby, which is a palliative care centre.
Thanks for all of the emails and nice gestures over the last while. Although I may not respond to them on time, or at all, I really do appreciate it.
M
xo
Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, December 21, 2009
Scent is the Strongest Sense Tied to Memory
The above statement never ceases to amaze me.
How one smell can transport you somewhere that you were 5,10, 15, 20 years ago in a split second, is amazing to me. I mean, you don't even remember that smell.....until you are surprised with it again.
You don't even have to think "where have I smelled this before?" Whammo, it transports you there immediately. Bam.
Sometimes I get on the elevator at home and it smells exactly like the lobby of Royal Solaris in Cancun...when I went there in 1991.
There are a thousand other instances, but the other day I experienced a memory that I had completely forgotten about for 30 years.
I had to go through the lobby to pick up/sign for a package at the concierge desk. I arrived at the desk via a different route. As I was walking towards the elevator, I passed the small party room which had a few people getting ready for a holiday gathering. There was a man outside speaking to another gentleman. As I walked past him....I went on a journey.
I was six or seven years old.
Living on Shaughnessy Blvd.
It was a Saturday night
Hanging with Laurelle, likely practicing our dance steps for the babysitter, listening to "Trash" on the Sesame Street album
My mom and dad were getting ready to go out
My dad had put on cologne. I don't know which cologne. Some sort of after shave.
This man smelled exactly like my dad used to smell on Saturday nights when he was ready to go out with my mom.
Unbelievable. I couldn't find this scent if I tried, because it would have to be perfectly matched with the oils of this man's skin, as it was.
Either way, I walked past these two men and took in the scent as much as I could.
I smiled to myself, got a little teary-eyed and made my way back upstairs.
How one smell can transport you somewhere that you were 5,10, 15, 20 years ago in a split second, is amazing to me. I mean, you don't even remember that smell.....until you are surprised with it again.
You don't even have to think "where have I smelled this before?" Whammo, it transports you there immediately. Bam.
Sometimes I get on the elevator at home and it smells exactly like the lobby of Royal Solaris in Cancun...when I went there in 1991.
There are a thousand other instances, but the other day I experienced a memory that I had completely forgotten about for 30 years.
I had to go through the lobby to pick up/sign for a package at the concierge desk. I arrived at the desk via a different route. As I was walking towards the elevator, I passed the small party room which had a few people getting ready for a holiday gathering. There was a man outside speaking to another gentleman. As I walked past him....I went on a journey.
I was six or seven years old.
Living on Shaughnessy Blvd.
It was a Saturday night
Hanging with Laurelle, likely practicing our dance steps for the babysitter, listening to "Trash" on the Sesame Street album
My mom and dad were getting ready to go out
My dad had put on cologne. I don't know which cologne. Some sort of after shave.
This man smelled exactly like my dad used to smell on Saturday nights when he was ready to go out with my mom.
Unbelievable. I couldn't find this scent if I tried, because it would have to be perfectly matched with the oils of this man's skin, as it was.
Either way, I walked past these two men and took in the scent as much as I could.
I smiled to myself, got a little teary-eyed and made my way back upstairs.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Life's Challenges
My life is full of waking up when I want (unless I am going to work), and going to bed when I want. Eating if I feel like it. Napping if I want to. Going to a movie on a whim. Taking a day trip, and spontaneously staying over if that's what I want to do.
Nothing or no one governs my behaviour, except me. I truly have a selfish life. I'm pushing 40 and I am living the same life I did when I was 23.
There should be some sort of segue into my next point, but I am too lazy and lethargic to create one.
I don't know how my sister does it. She was engaged, bought a house, was married and had her first child all within a year and a half. She had brutal complications with her delivery (hemorrhaging) and was rushed to a larger hospital and was separated from her daughter for just under a week. She recovered from surgery and struggled with anemia. A year later, she got the green light to try again. They did, and they were blessed with a son within 10 months. More complications, but not as bad as those she had with Avery. Fast forward to when the kids are a year and a half and three and a half years old. She's diagnosed with cancer. She had MAJOR surgery to cut out the tumour and was in the hospital for a month. She continued to recover at home and then had to start a regimen of chemo. So far so good, right? Wrong. A year later, she's diagnosed with more cancer - this time with a poor prognosis. More chemo, radiation, CT scans, MRIs........appointment after appointment. Low blood counts. Fatigue. Possible clinical trials. Changing oncologists. Alternative treatments. Daily cocktails of morphine, and more drugs to offset the side effects of each other.
All the while, waking up each day, putting on a happy face for the kids, making sure they are fed, changed, dressed, bathed, sent to school, in community sports, etc. Cakes are baked for birthdays, thank-you cards are written to friends and family, gifts are wrapped, games are played. Smiles are created for friends, family and those in the community. She regularly goes on Facebook and makes smart-ass comments on everyone's profiles. You'd never know that she was feeling like garbage as she typed them.
Life goes on. She finds no time to feel sorry for herself.
Our father was the same way. Throughout his life he battled tuberculosis, polio, almost losing his fingers from an accident, insulin- dependent diabetes, heart disease, arthritis, high blood pressure.... you name it. He didn't work outside the home from the time I turned 15. He was in and out of hospitals my whole life. Never once did you hear him bitch or moan about how he was feeling. Not once.
Laurelle is a chip off the old block. She had bunions on her feet when she was 9 years old for fuck's sake. Surgery and casts on both legs up to her quads. Who else do you know that had bunions under the age of 50? She had glasses, acne, and braces as a kid/teen. Her life has NOT been easy.
Yesterday she had an MRI appointment. Today she went to the hospital to have fluid extracted from her abdomen. I'm not just talking about a little fluid. Enough fluid to make someone look like they are 7 months pregnant.
I really don't know how she does it. I'm amazed by her every single day. Completely and utterly amazed.
Nothing or no one governs my behaviour, except me. I truly have a selfish life. I'm pushing 40 and I am living the same life I did when I was 23.
There should be some sort of segue into my next point, but I am too lazy and lethargic to create one.
I don't know how my sister does it. She was engaged, bought a house, was married and had her first child all within a year and a half. She had brutal complications with her delivery (hemorrhaging) and was rushed to a larger hospital and was separated from her daughter for just under a week. She recovered from surgery and struggled with anemia. A year later, she got the green light to try again. They did, and they were blessed with a son within 10 months. More complications, but not as bad as those she had with Avery. Fast forward to when the kids are a year and a half and three and a half years old. She's diagnosed with cancer. She had MAJOR surgery to cut out the tumour and was in the hospital for a month. She continued to recover at home and then had to start a regimen of chemo. So far so good, right? Wrong. A year later, she's diagnosed with more cancer - this time with a poor prognosis. More chemo, radiation, CT scans, MRIs........appointment after appointment. Low blood counts. Fatigue. Possible clinical trials. Changing oncologists. Alternative treatments. Daily cocktails of morphine, and more drugs to offset the side effects of each other.
All the while, waking up each day, putting on a happy face for the kids, making sure they are fed, changed, dressed, bathed, sent to school, in community sports, etc. Cakes are baked for birthdays, thank-you cards are written to friends and family, gifts are wrapped, games are played. Smiles are created for friends, family and those in the community. She regularly goes on Facebook and makes smart-ass comments on everyone's profiles. You'd never know that she was feeling like garbage as she typed them.
Life goes on. She finds no time to feel sorry for herself.
Our father was the same way. Throughout his life he battled tuberculosis, polio, almost losing his fingers from an accident, insulin- dependent diabetes, heart disease, arthritis, high blood pressure.... you name it. He didn't work outside the home from the time I turned 15. He was in and out of hospitals my whole life. Never once did you hear him bitch or moan about how he was feeling. Not once.
Laurelle is a chip off the old block. She had bunions on her feet when she was 9 years old for fuck's sake. Surgery and casts on both legs up to her quads. Who else do you know that had bunions under the age of 50? She had glasses, acne, and braces as a kid/teen. Her life has NOT been easy.
Yesterday she had an MRI appointment. Today she went to the hospital to have fluid extracted from her abdomen. I'm not just talking about a little fluid. Enough fluid to make someone look like they are 7 months pregnant.
I really don't know how she does it. I'm amazed by her every single day. Completely and utterly amazed.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Terrific Tim
As most of you know, I work two jobs.
My second job consists of arriving early into schools, speaking with the custodians to assist me with access to gyms to set up sports - volleyball nets, sticks, balls, etc.
This past season I have been coordinating women's volleyball near Dufferin and St.Clair. I have always enjoyed going to this school because the custodian is so lovely. I asked him what his name was the first day I met him two years ago, and I have always remembered it. His face lights up when I use his name every week.
This man's name is Tim. He has worked in that elementary school for 18 years. He's 65, and won't retire for a while. I have always enjoyed talking with him because he's fun to listen to. He's a tall, black man and has grown up in a primarily Italian neighbourhood. He speaks with an Italian accent and has all of the Italian mannerisms, including biting his hand when he's angry and flicking the bottom of his chin when he says "va fungool!"
We got to talking this week about a few things - work ethic, pride and being happy in life.
He was so inspirational to listen to. This man has been working his butt off for almost 20 years and says that it took him a while to wrap his head around his job. In the beginning he couldn't deal with how disgusting some of the kids were - never wrapping up their personal hygiene items properly, sticking them on the walls instead of the garbage, etc. He went home that night and complained to his wife that his job sucked, and he wasn't going to stay. She convinced him to stick with it for a while.
Now he says he is glad that he listened to her. He's happy to be inside during the heat of the summer. He's happy to be inside during the cold of the winter. He has food and wine on his table. He has friends to play pinochle with. His daughter has been able to go to university. Last but not least, he paid off his mortgage last month. Life is good. He even went as far to say the scent of the hygiene items is now like "perfume" to him.
Sometimes when things start to get a little crazy in your life and you live in your own head for a while, you need the perspective of people like Tim.
Tim is the shit.
It couldn't have come at a better time.
My second job consists of arriving early into schools, speaking with the custodians to assist me with access to gyms to set up sports - volleyball nets, sticks, balls, etc.
This past season I have been coordinating women's volleyball near Dufferin and St.Clair. I have always enjoyed going to this school because the custodian is so lovely. I asked him what his name was the first day I met him two years ago, and I have always remembered it. His face lights up when I use his name every week.
This man's name is Tim. He has worked in that elementary school for 18 years. He's 65, and won't retire for a while. I have always enjoyed talking with him because he's fun to listen to. He's a tall, black man and has grown up in a primarily Italian neighbourhood. He speaks with an Italian accent and has all of the Italian mannerisms, including biting his hand when he's angry and flicking the bottom of his chin when he says "va fungool!"
We got to talking this week about a few things - work ethic, pride and being happy in life.
He was so inspirational to listen to. This man has been working his butt off for almost 20 years and says that it took him a while to wrap his head around his job. In the beginning he couldn't deal with how disgusting some of the kids were - never wrapping up their personal hygiene items properly, sticking them on the walls instead of the garbage, etc. He went home that night and complained to his wife that his job sucked, and he wasn't going to stay. She convinced him to stick with it for a while.
Now he says he is glad that he listened to her. He's happy to be inside during the heat of the summer. He's happy to be inside during the cold of the winter. He has food and wine on his table. He has friends to play pinochle with. His daughter has been able to go to university. Last but not least, he paid off his mortgage last month. Life is good. He even went as far to say the scent of the hygiene items is now like "perfume" to him.
Sometimes when things start to get a little crazy in your life and you live in your own head for a while, you need the perspective of people like Tim.
Tim is the shit.
It couldn't have come at a better time.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Calgary Travels
I haven't posted in a while...mostly because when I start to actually feel good about something, life slams me down as though to say "what the hell do you think you are doing? There will be no happiness!"
I attended my Uncle Doug's funeral last weekend. While I was at the funeral, I was informed that a friend/acquaintance in Calgary had passed away. Laurel was just 39 years old; she celebrated her last birthday less than two weeks ago in the hospital. I was introduced to her through my friend Nancy. We ran in the same social circle at times - I kicked her ass in poker, she attended my BBQs and other get-togethers. We celebrated the same birthdays of people we had in common.
One day she was healthy....and 24 days later she died of an aggressive cancerous brain tumour. Hard to believe. She had a good life. House, boyfriend, good job at Westjet. Loved to travel. Great sense of humour. She was gorgeous. She was a quiet individual but had a big presence.
After suffering from headaches and nausea for over 2 weeks, she went to emerg. The rest was history. Surgery, recovery - a few bouts of radiation. They gave her 3-12 months. She lived for 2 more weeks.
The moral of the story is that you need to do what you've been putting off, because it could change at any moment. Take that trip you've only been wishing for. Buy that TV you've been drooling over each time you're at the mall. Splurge for that broadway play you think you can't afford. It's just money and you can always save up to pay it off later.
For some people, there is no later.
Completely enjoy your life before it's too late.
I am off to Calgary tomorrow. The visit will be bittersweet. I will be attending Laurel's funeral, but spending valuable time with the friends that I left behind when I moved back to Toronto.
One thing is for sure. I will have a drink when I get there and raise a glass for Laurel.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
It's the Little Things That Count
At Sunnybrook Hospital, they have a small branch of the Toronto Public Library in the Veteran's wing. Not many people know about this library because it's primarily funded through the hospital, and therefore isn't a true public branch.
I don't know if any of you have utilized the library for anything other than books, but the selection is usually very poor at each branch. You have to place the item you want on hold and have it shipped to the location you request. So, if you have patience, you can see some really good movies, listen to some good CDs and read some great books. However, if it's a popular selection, you can likely wait for a couple of months for your selection to become available. There could be up to 600 people ahead of you waiting for that copy.
Anyhow, the individual that runs this branch at Sunnybrook is Stephen. Stephen goes above and beyond here. He regularly attends garage sales, Blockbuster and Rogers to source some good buys. He then adds the movies to the library collection for the Veterans and the Sunnybrook staff. If it's the only title in the whole city, he isn't able to make it "public" so it remains a local copy. It can't be put on hold and sent to other branches. There are some amazing titles to choose from.
As you all probably know, I like the more obscure titles and I am a fan of Canadian films. He has an enormous collection. Very new titles (He's Just Not That Into You) and some really old ones (Gone With the Wind). This branch easily holds about 400 DVDs and 300 VHS movies. Regular branches hold about 30 movies, on average. This library is approximately 500-600 sq feet.
Stephen doesn't have to do this. He technically just needs to come into work and leave after his 8 hours. He, however, made the conscious decision to go above and beyond so that others can enjoy these selections as well.
Today I asked if he accepts donations and he does. This is great news as I want to get rid of about fifteen titles that I no longer want. It's so easy to do something small like this to make others happy, and Stephen has succeeded in making me as well as about a thousand others, smile.
What have you done to go above and beyond lately?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! Chris Crocker Claymation ( Animation )
Came across this in my You Tube adventures and it made me laugh out loud. The facial expressions on the worm are fantastic.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Ruby Two Shoes
Okay so I have basic cable. Nothing special. So when I flip past a show I haven't seen, I usually stop to give it a try.
Recently I stumbled across the weight-loss struggle of Ruby....she started out at 700+ lbs and is down to 350ish. Amazing what she has accomplished so far....coming from another person who has an addiction to food. I often wish that my taste buds would stop working, but I digress.
I wish I could watch this show more often, but I find myself changing the channel mid-show so that I don't throw my glass of iced tea at the television screen.
When she is being interviewed, she speaks normally. The second she is talking to a friend, she sings her sentences in this whiny voice that makes me want to put a bullet in my head. If you've ever seen the movie Nell....Nell was less annoying.
In yesterday's episode, she was hanging out with her four girlfriends. It occurred to me at that specific moment.... that I will never turn to this show again. All five of them spoke with this voice. They are from the south, which adds the drawl...... but fuck! Stop with the whiny- singing- talk!
If you want to see what I mean, wait until the 2:10 mark of the below video, and multiply that by 50x in a 30 minute episode.
If you've never seen Nell - watch this imitation by Ellen - LOL all day long!
Are there any shows out there that you can't watch due to an annoying factor that you just can't seem to get past?
Recently I stumbled across the weight-loss struggle of Ruby....she started out at 700+ lbs and is down to 350ish. Amazing what she has accomplished so far....coming from another person who has an addiction to food. I often wish that my taste buds would stop working, but I digress.
I wish I could watch this show more often, but I find myself changing the channel mid-show so that I don't throw my glass of iced tea at the television screen.
When she is being interviewed, she speaks normally. The second she is talking to a friend, she sings her sentences in this whiny voice that makes me want to put a bullet in my head. If you've ever seen the movie Nell....Nell was less annoying.
In yesterday's episode, she was hanging out with her four girlfriends. It occurred to me at that specific moment.... that I will never turn to this show again. All five of them spoke with this voice. They are from the south, which adds the drawl...... but fuck! Stop with the whiny- singing- talk!
If you want to see what I mean, wait until the 2:10 mark of the below video, and multiply that by 50x in a 30 minute episode.
If you've never seen Nell - watch this imitation by Ellen - LOL all day long!
Are there any shows out there that you can't watch due to an annoying factor that you just can't seem to get past?
Monday, August 24, 2009
That Was the Summer of 09...
I don't know where the summer went, honestly. It feels like it was just my birthday, which was three freaking months ago.
I'm amazed how fast time flies as I get older.
I've been at Sunnybrook for a year now.
I've been home from Calgary for almost three years.
I'm 37 years old.
Man.
Where DOES it go?
I would love for the next year to slow down.
Time is too valuable.
Do me a favour and appreciate every second of it.
I'm amazed how fast time flies as I get older.
I've been at Sunnybrook for a year now.
I've been home from Calgary for almost three years.
I'm 37 years old.
Man.
Where DOES it go?
I would love for the next year to slow down.
Time is too valuable.
Do me a favour and appreciate every second of it.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Want to Save Money?
Here is a tip, in case you are sick and tired of spending a ton of money on cable/phone/internet.
I called Rogers a few months ago to cancel my cable. They kept insisting that they could make me happy with discounts. So, after agreeing to some discounts, I ended up saving 35 bucks a month on all three services. They removed access fees, modem rental fees, and gave me a discount on all services for 12 months.
Fast forward to yesterday. I called to cancel my home phone. It's like they will try every trick in the book to keep me from removing any service. Four months ago, my phone was $31.00/mth. They adjusted fees and then it was $21.00/mth. When I called yesterday and told them I didn't really need it as my cell phone plan was fantastic, he kept offering me more and more.
Now, I pay a measly 10 bucks for my phone.
Times are tough with this recession. All companies are feeling it.
Try calling your provider (Bell, Rogers, Cogeco) and tell them you "don't really need your service" and guaranteed, they will try to keep your business. I wouldn't suggest threatening to leave, just make it sound like you are indifferent to having the service in the first place.
You'll save a ton of money and everyone is happy in the end.
I called Rogers a few months ago to cancel my cable. They kept insisting that they could make me happy with discounts. So, after agreeing to some discounts, I ended up saving 35 bucks a month on all three services. They removed access fees, modem rental fees, and gave me a discount on all services for 12 months.
Fast forward to yesterday. I called to cancel my home phone. It's like they will try every trick in the book to keep me from removing any service. Four months ago, my phone was $31.00/mth. They adjusted fees and then it was $21.00/mth. When I called yesterday and told them I didn't really need it as my cell phone plan was fantastic, he kept offering me more and more.
Now, I pay a measly 10 bucks for my phone.
Times are tough with this recession. All companies are feeling it.
Try calling your provider (Bell, Rogers, Cogeco) and tell them you "don't really need your service" and guaranteed, they will try to keep your business. I wouldn't suggest threatening to leave, just make it sound like you are indifferent to having the service in the first place.
You'll save a ton of money and everyone is happy in the end.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Laurelle Update
I have had a ton of people ask me about my sister, so I thought I would give an update.
She has completed 3 weeks of her 5 week regime of chemo and radiation. Chemo is attached to her arm at all times, and radiation takes place between Monday and Friday (5 days).
She is having a rough go of things as the radiation is upsetting her whole digestive system. It's basically like singeing your intestines so severely that they swell for the first few weeks.
She had a stent put into her ureter to help her right kidney function again. That took a while to get used to and she said that this procedure was the worst pain she has EVER felt. I can't even imagine what that would be, considering how much shit she has already been through in her life.
She's on morphine to help with the pain, and a cocktail of drugs to assist with other side effects.
Her nausea and fatigue is worse than ever before, so it's a major task getting food in. She's lost about 22 lbs in 5-6 weeks. Spirits are low, understandably.
Today she was going to ask the doctor if she could possibly be put on steroids because they assist with appetite.
Two more weeks to go.
My mom is there from Sunday night to Thursday nights to help with the day to day stuff - taking care of the kids, cooking/cleaning/housework.
Although her spirits are low, she still has a sense of humour, amazingly enough.
After the two weeks I am hoping for a miracle. Fingers crossed.
She has completed 3 weeks of her 5 week regime of chemo and radiation. Chemo is attached to her arm at all times, and radiation takes place between Monday and Friday (5 days).
She is having a rough go of things as the radiation is upsetting her whole digestive system. It's basically like singeing your intestines so severely that they swell for the first few weeks.
She had a stent put into her ureter to help her right kidney function again. That took a while to get used to and she said that this procedure was the worst pain she has EVER felt. I can't even imagine what that would be, considering how much shit she has already been through in her life.
She's on morphine to help with the pain, and a cocktail of drugs to assist with other side effects.
Her nausea and fatigue is worse than ever before, so it's a major task getting food in. She's lost about 22 lbs in 5-6 weeks. Spirits are low, understandably.
Today she was going to ask the doctor if she could possibly be put on steroids because they assist with appetite.
Two more weeks to go.
My mom is there from Sunday night to Thursday nights to help with the day to day stuff - taking care of the kids, cooking/cleaning/housework.
Although her spirits are low, she still has a sense of humour, amazingly enough.
After the two weeks I am hoping for a miracle. Fingers crossed.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Never a Dull Moment
Location: Six Mile Lake
My friend Karen had booked a trip to Six Mile Lake earlier this year. She ended up selling me her site booking as she found out she could no longer camp while going through chemotherapy. My friend Kerri msn'd me one day and asked to go camping - I just happened to have this site, so we made the trek up together.
What a crazy weekend.
First of all, I learned how different Karen and I are. She chooses a campground for the beauty of the actual site you are staying on. I choose a site for the privacy aspect, and would choose a campground for the quietness factor. Granted, the site we were on was beautiful, but the campground was the noisiest one I have ever been to. Hands down.
HANDS DOWN.
We arrived on the Friday at about 4pm. Set up camp - me upstairs and Kerri downstairs (two tiered site). We decided to eat our dinner and as we were cooking it, a noise filled the air. A silly-ass remote controlled toy speedboat was being used in the bay that we overlook...by some twenty something dude that lived in a cottage on the lake. The noise from this stupid boat was so loud that the Park Wardens showed up on scene at the beach and realized they couldn't do a thing about it. This went on for a good two hours. The thing is, with this boat, sometimes it would flip over - so another dude had to be out on the lake on his SeaDoo to flip it back over. SeaDoos aren't quiet either. The two of us sat on the rocks reading our books until we decided to start a fire. That same cottage must have had "boys weekend" because they were shotgunning beers and being asses. You could hear them as clear as day because they were across the bay, where sound travels so easily.
A few car alarms went off as well.
Some small yappy dog about 10 sites over barked non-stop for about 3 hours.
Fast forward to slumber time. The keg party gets out of control - two guys were either pretending to fight, or being stupid. It got louder and louder - both telling each other to fuck off in stereo. Finally, one of the campers yelled: "KNOOCCCK IT OFFFFFFFFF!!!!!" I was impressed at his choice of words, because I wouldn't have been quite so... politically correct (right Cathy?)
It quieted down after that - I was impressed. However, the site beside us consisted of 3 couples - late twenties. One couple got in a fight because when the girl left to go to the "bathroom" with the other girl, her boyfriend asked her to kiss him when she returned. This started an argument about her smoking and tasting like an ashtray. I was giggling inside my tent because it was actually quite entertaining. I completely sided with this guy.
Wake up.
Day two.
Had a nice breakfast, and decided to read my book under the tarp which was strung between four trees. Started off so lovely. Until...........some jackass decided to blast his suped up car stereo on his site. You know the kind.....you're sitting at a light and some guy pulls up beside you...you can't hear your radio over his bass. Ya, that. This lasted for about 20-30 minutes - I assume someone complained because it was turned down. Then, the bongo drumming started. Seriously. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
Dinner.
Remote controlled boat.
SeaDoo.
Dog barking non-stop.
We decided to walk over to Kari and Ruth's campsite for a few beers (Kerri and I didn't bring any). As we are sitting in front of the fire, they tell us that a couple that was camping two sites away had a HUGE domestic dispute whereby the guy called the girl an "effing c-word". Apparently this fighting went on for a while before this word came out. The people beside these campers had a few children with them, so they complained. As we were roasting marshmallows and drinking beer, we watched as the O.P.P responded to this dispute. They were there for about an hour - the lights from their car were illuminating our campfire area. Just as they were wrapping up, the people that made the original complaint, had a fire in their camper. The kitchenette area, I suspect. We watched as the cops and park wardens responded to this emergency as well. Smoke was spiraling upward from the top of their camper. Eventually the fire was extinguished and the cops drove away. We were suddenly sitting in darkness again. Yes!
Kari and Ruth then busted out a story about their other neighbours...they apparently brought their cat camping and had it on a leash. That made me laugh out loud.
Honestly, we could have charged admission to this circus.
One more sleep. Neighbours were up until 4am, drinking and playing cards.
Packed up the next morning, and headed home.
However, it all boils down to this one question: Did I have a good time?
Helllssss ya!!!! I love camping.
Nothing can bring me down. Just a mental note for next time - choose a more remote location, which isn't party central. I like my quiet time to reflect, snooze, and read in silence.
Next trip: Charleston Lake - end of July. Can't wait.
My friend Karen had booked a trip to Six Mile Lake earlier this year. She ended up selling me her site booking as she found out she could no longer camp while going through chemotherapy. My friend Kerri msn'd me one day and asked to go camping - I just happened to have this site, so we made the trek up together.
What a crazy weekend.
First of all, I learned how different Karen and I are. She chooses a campground for the beauty of the actual site you are staying on. I choose a site for the privacy aspect, and would choose a campground for the quietness factor. Granted, the site we were on was beautiful, but the campground was the noisiest one I have ever been to. Hands down.
HANDS DOWN.
We arrived on the Friday at about 4pm. Set up camp - me upstairs and Kerri downstairs (two tiered site). We decided to eat our dinner and as we were cooking it, a noise filled the air. A silly-ass remote controlled toy speedboat was being used in the bay that we overlook...by some twenty something dude that lived in a cottage on the lake. The noise from this stupid boat was so loud that the Park Wardens showed up on scene at the beach and realized they couldn't do a thing about it. This went on for a good two hours. The thing is, with this boat, sometimes it would flip over - so another dude had to be out on the lake on his SeaDoo to flip it back over. SeaDoos aren't quiet either. The two of us sat on the rocks reading our books until we decided to start a fire. That same cottage must have had "boys weekend" because they were shotgunning beers and being asses. You could hear them as clear as day because they were across the bay, where sound travels so easily.
A few car alarms went off as well.
Some small yappy dog about 10 sites over barked non-stop for about 3 hours.
Fast forward to slumber time. The keg party gets out of control - two guys were either pretending to fight, or being stupid. It got louder and louder - both telling each other to fuck off in stereo. Finally, one of the campers yelled: "KNOOCCCK IT OFFFFFFFFF!!!!!" I was impressed at his choice of words, because I wouldn't have been quite so... politically correct (right Cathy?)
It quieted down after that - I was impressed. However, the site beside us consisted of 3 couples - late twenties. One couple got in a fight because when the girl left to go to the "bathroom" with the other girl, her boyfriend asked her to kiss him when she returned. This started an argument about her smoking and tasting like an ashtray. I was giggling inside my tent because it was actually quite entertaining. I completely sided with this guy.
Wake up.
Day two.
Had a nice breakfast, and decided to read my book under the tarp which was strung between four trees. Started off so lovely. Until...........some jackass decided to blast his suped up car stereo on his site. You know the kind.....you're sitting at a light and some guy pulls up beside you...you can't hear your radio over his bass. Ya, that. This lasted for about 20-30 minutes - I assume someone complained because it was turned down. Then, the bongo drumming started. Seriously. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
Dinner.
Remote controlled boat.
SeaDoo.
Dog barking non-stop.
We decided to walk over to Kari and Ruth's campsite for a few beers (Kerri and I didn't bring any). As we are sitting in front of the fire, they tell us that a couple that was camping two sites away had a HUGE domestic dispute whereby the guy called the girl an "effing c-word". Apparently this fighting went on for a while before this word came out. The people beside these campers had a few children with them, so they complained. As we were roasting marshmallows and drinking beer, we watched as the O.P.P responded to this dispute. They were there for about an hour - the lights from their car were illuminating our campfire area. Just as they were wrapping up, the people that made the original complaint, had a fire in their camper. The kitchenette area, I suspect. We watched as the cops and park wardens responded to this emergency as well. Smoke was spiraling upward from the top of their camper. Eventually the fire was extinguished and the cops drove away. We were suddenly sitting in darkness again. Yes!
Kari and Ruth then busted out a story about their other neighbours...they apparently brought their cat camping and had it on a leash. That made me laugh out loud.
Honestly, we could have charged admission to this circus.
One more sleep. Neighbours were up until 4am, drinking and playing cards.
Packed up the next morning, and headed home.
However, it all boils down to this one question: Did I have a good time?
Helllssss ya!!!! I love camping.
Nothing can bring me down. Just a mental note for next time - choose a more remote location, which isn't party central. I like my quiet time to reflect, snooze, and read in silence.
Next trip: Charleston Lake - end of July. Can't wait.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Where Oh Where Did the Goodness Go?
I recently had to alter my work parking situation due to increased traffic around the hospital. Basically, I park inside Sunnybrook/Wilket Creek Park and get shuttled to/from the hospital. Monday mornings are the most irritating of all days. They are the first day after the weekend....... obviously.
Sunnybrook Park
I know I have blogged many times about my disappointment in many people. I don't understand how some people get as far as they do in life, being so ignorant. As I drive into the park, I see first hand how ignorant people are. They obviously came to the park for a picnic on the Sunday with all of their family, utilized the BBQs and the picnic tables....ate heartily all day, salads, burgers, pop, chips - you name it. And then, they stand up from the picnic table and walk out of there. Not one thing has been picked up and moved to the garbage. Now imagine what the site looks like after a few hundred raccoons have rummaged through it.
I think of the park staff that now has to go to that site to clean it up. All because of these fucking ignorant people that think life owes them something.. so they leave their mess for someone else to deal with. Last Friday, as I was driving into the park, someone decided to kick/push over all of the garbage and recycling metal bins. Garbage and recycling everywhere. Now, I don't know if this was a result of the garbage strike, but either way, it was childish and again, ignorant. The park staff would likely be the ones moving them back their upright position and picking up garbage.
The other day, I was at McDonalds with my friends. We got there during a weekday lunch hour when school was still in session. It was packed. I knew these kids were from the public high school down the street. These kids were throwing food, yelling and being complete shits. There must have been about 50 kids in there, and they all seemed to leave at the same time. Not ONE KID brought their tray to the garbage to empty it. Two managers and the lobby person spent the next 10 minutes throwing out garbage and wiping down chairs and tables. I was chatting with one of the managers about it and he said that he thinks it should start at home. Parents needs to teach their kids these small lessons every day. I mentioned to my friends that it was disappointing to see kids that were so unruly and without a conscience. Seconds later, 4 boys from the private school down the road sat across from us. They ate their food quietly. I mentioned how the attitudes were completely different from the attitudes at the public school. It sold me at that moment - I had so much more respect for these private school kids.
And then, as though the world was laughing at my optimism, the kids got up and left.
Quietly.
They also left their trays and garbage on the table.
Argghhh. What the hell?
Sunnybrook Park
I know I have blogged many times about my disappointment in many people. I don't understand how some people get as far as they do in life, being so ignorant. As I drive into the park, I see first hand how ignorant people are. They obviously came to the park for a picnic on the Sunday with all of their family, utilized the BBQs and the picnic tables....ate heartily all day, salads, burgers, pop, chips - you name it. And then, they stand up from the picnic table and walk out of there. Not one thing has been picked up and moved to the garbage. Now imagine what the site looks like after a few hundred raccoons have rummaged through it.
I think of the park staff that now has to go to that site to clean it up. All because of these fucking ignorant people that think life owes them something.. so they leave their mess for someone else to deal with. Last Friday, as I was driving into the park, someone decided to kick/push over all of the garbage and recycling metal bins. Garbage and recycling everywhere. Now, I don't know if this was a result of the garbage strike, but either way, it was childish and again, ignorant. The park staff would likely be the ones moving them back their upright position and picking up garbage.
The other day, I was at McDonalds with my friends. We got there during a weekday lunch hour when school was still in session. It was packed. I knew these kids were from the public high school down the street. These kids were throwing food, yelling and being complete shits. There must have been about 50 kids in there, and they all seemed to leave at the same time. Not ONE KID brought their tray to the garbage to empty it. Two managers and the lobby person spent the next 10 minutes throwing out garbage and wiping down chairs and tables. I was chatting with one of the managers about it and he said that he thinks it should start at home. Parents needs to teach their kids these small lessons every day. I mentioned to my friends that it was disappointing to see kids that were so unruly and without a conscience. Seconds later, 4 boys from the private school down the road sat across from us. They ate their food quietly. I mentioned how the attitudes were completely different from the attitudes at the public school. It sold me at that moment - I had so much more respect for these private school kids.
And then, as though the world was laughing at my optimism, the kids got up and left.
Quietly.
They also left their trays and garbage on the table.
Argghhh. What the hell?
Monday, June 29, 2009
Hopped Off the Wallet!
It's been over two years since I posted this, and three years from when I first wanted to buy these sandals....
I finally bit the bullet and bought them this past weekend.
They are sooooooooooo comfortable!
I bought black ones instead, which will match clothing better. I still DO love the cranberry colour though....
So excited for myself.
I finally bit the bullet and bought them this past weekend.
They are sooooooooooo comfortable!
I bought black ones instead, which will match clothing better. I still DO love the cranberry colour though....
So excited for myself.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Runway Models
Okay I watched this the other day and it made me laugh.
I really feel bad for runway models. Not only do they starve themselves to fit into size -2, they have these workplace hazards... called catwalks. They are always shiny and smooth, which just spells disaster! I even saw one where there was a ramp down to the main stage. Are you kidding me? That's just mean.
This one makes me laugh, because it's the designer, not the model. It's makes me guffaw because of the way she falls through. One leg is left above the stage for a few seconds. HAHAHAHA. And then, as if the whole audience just didn't watch her fall through....the photographer that runs to help her, stands on the same structure that fell through the first time!
Enjoy.
I really feel bad for runway models. Not only do they starve themselves to fit into size -2, they have these workplace hazards... called catwalks. They are always shiny and smooth, which just spells disaster! I even saw one where there was a ramp down to the main stage. Are you kidding me? That's just mean.
This one makes me laugh, because it's the designer, not the model. It's makes me guffaw because of the way she falls through. One leg is left above the stage for a few seconds. HAHAHAHA. And then, as if the whole audience just didn't watch her fall through....the photographer that runs to help her, stands on the same structure that fell through the first time!
Enjoy.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Bullshit
Some things aren't meant to make sense.
You know, I feel like I am 18 although I am 37, so when I see/hear of terrible things happening to my loved ones, it doesn't seem right. I don't know if I am just getting older and more aware of things or whether people still dealt with as much of this shit when I was younger. Is it more prevalent now?
Who fucking knows.
What I DO know is that it isn't fair. It's not fair that my father had tuberculosis, polio, heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, and osteoarthritis in his lifetime. It's not fair that my friend June died of cancer at 34 and left her 5 year old daughter and husband behind. It's not fair that my sister got cancer when she was 38 and had to deal with chemo and a surgery that left her in the hospital for a month...with a full year recovery. It's not fair that my friend Karen was diagnosed with breast cancer this year and is battling it as we speak.
And it's definitely not fair that cancer has returned for my sister. It's not fair that it's inoperable. It's not fair that she may not see her kids graduate, date, get married and have kids. It's not fair that she was given a short-term prognosis.
It's not fair that all of the bad stuff happens to the good people.
I don't have any answers. I can't even try to make sense of any of it.
I'm horribly sad. I'm angry. I'm upset. But most of all, I ache for my sister. I'm sad for my mom. I'm sad for my brother- in- law and for my niece and nephew.
I'm finding it hard to be hopeful and I'm finding it hard to be optimistic anymore. Why fucking bother? It seems that all of the good ones are taken away too early.
I realize my sister will be reading this and my intention is not to upset her. So Laurelle, just know that I love you and I will do everything I can to support you. I will continue to be a fun aunt and will be a positive female role model for the kids as they grow up. It's going to be a group effort but everything will be okay.
Direct your energy at fighting this disease. We may look back in 10-20 years and laugh in the face of cancer.
Do everything you can Ral.
Fight your hardest.
You know, I feel like I am 18 although I am 37, so when I see/hear of terrible things happening to my loved ones, it doesn't seem right. I don't know if I am just getting older and more aware of things or whether people still dealt with as much of this shit when I was younger. Is it more prevalent now?
Who fucking knows.
What I DO know is that it isn't fair. It's not fair that my father had tuberculosis, polio, heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, and osteoarthritis in his lifetime. It's not fair that my friend June died of cancer at 34 and left her 5 year old daughter and husband behind. It's not fair that my sister got cancer when she was 38 and had to deal with chemo and a surgery that left her in the hospital for a month...with a full year recovery. It's not fair that my friend Karen was diagnosed with breast cancer this year and is battling it as we speak.
And it's definitely not fair that cancer has returned for my sister. It's not fair that it's inoperable. It's not fair that she may not see her kids graduate, date, get married and have kids. It's not fair that she was given a short-term prognosis.
It's not fair that all of the bad stuff happens to the good people.
I don't have any answers. I can't even try to make sense of any of it.
I'm horribly sad. I'm angry. I'm upset. But most of all, I ache for my sister. I'm sad for my mom. I'm sad for my brother- in- law and for my niece and nephew.
I'm finding it hard to be hopeful and I'm finding it hard to be optimistic anymore. Why fucking bother? It seems that all of the good ones are taken away too early.
I realize my sister will be reading this and my intention is not to upset her. So Laurelle, just know that I love you and I will do everything I can to support you. I will continue to be a fun aunt and will be a positive female role model for the kids as they grow up. It's going to be a group effort but everything will be okay.
Direct your energy at fighting this disease. We may look back in 10-20 years and laugh in the face of cancer.
Do everything you can Ral.
Fight your hardest.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
A Gift
I've learned that I have a gift.
That gift is that I am an amazing judge of character...because I am able to analyze peoples' mannerisms. I don't know where I got this from - people have just inherently interested me from day one. I can tell all of you which idiosyncrasies you have. I can probably imitate your walks. I can imitate your speech, or how you deliver/pronounce some words. This doesn't come from a malicious approach at all, although some people take it that way. I find these differences endearing. To me, it just means that I understand you better.
Having this gift means that I can also tell when people are lying, or are protecting their ego, etc. I guess I should have been some sort of counselor/psychiatrist/behaviorist, but truthfully, when it comes to strangers, I don't give a shit about why they are upset or depressed. When it comes to people that I care about, it's a completely different story. I look at each person as a challenge. I want to get to know everything about them.
Because I have this proficiency, I assume that people can tell when I am being dishonest too.... so I end up feeling way too guilty...and therefore always tell the truth. Could be my Catholic upbringing too, who knows.
Remember my last boss? Couldn't stand the guy. Well, something has come to bite me in the ass again and my guilt has drawn me back in.
The very, very abbreviated story is this:
I was the Office Manager. Sales rep arrives out of the blue and tries to convince me to change from a large postage machine to a smaller machine, within the same original contract terms. I question him about 6 times - why would he do that? The company would be losing money....he kept telling me to my face that they just want to make their customers happy and that money is secondary. Didn't make sense to me at all, but why look a gift horse in the mouth? I told him that I couldn't find any documentation about our existing contract. He said no problem, he would show up the next day with the new paperwork and would take care of everything. The paper I signed said "original contract terms - 60 months". Turns out, he was a bit of a bastard. He started a new term from the day that I signed that contract. I tried to get this resolved for about 5 months before I left that workplace. Couldn't get anywhere, and my boss, as usual, was skeptical about my level of competence. When I quit, I was so happy to have left that one stupid task behind. It was a major thorn in my side.
So fast forward 8 months. I receive an email from my old boss. Turns out, HE couldn't get anywhere with them either.
Really.
Shocking.
So what did he do? He refused to pay the bill. I'm sure you can guess what happened next. Yes....the postage company threatened to sue the organization. Doy. Doy. And Doy. What a blockhead. And when I say blockhead, I really mean childish moron.
So now, he's been inundating me with emails about giving my side of the story, which I have already given him several times....... which I am sure he still doesn't believe. Why am I telling you this story, you ask? Well, I am so driven by doing the "right thing" that I can't just ignore his emails like I really want to. It's not HIS money that will be lost, it's government funding that should go toward high school sports programs. I also feel that if I held my grudge toward him and carried it out with not resolving this problem, it would start to speak volumes about my honesty level*. I ended up sending him my side of the story which he is giving to their lawyer. I hope they win the suit, only because it started with a crooked sales rep. On one hand, I wish I was better at judging his character, but on the other hand, there was no way for me to know that he was going to cheat me.
I was duped, plain and simple.
If I started to question the intentions of everything that anybody said to me, I'd be quite an embittered, cynical person. Can't let one screw-up ruin it for the rest of the lovely, good-hearted people out there. I've witnessed many people become so jaded that they don't realize all of the goodness around them. They are too busy pointing out the crappy things to notice the anything that is positive.
In the words of my wise, late father:
What do you expect from a pig, but a grunt?
Time to move on. Time to let it go. I'm about 90% there.
*Turns out, staff , executive and volunteers assumed that it was a personality conflict between my old boss and I - he must have told them all that to save face. Can't get upset at it because it was the past, and anyone that means anything to me knows the truth. If I hadn't agreed to help resolve this issue, it would just substantiate his story to the others.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Cat Talk
I saw these the other night and found it sooooo funny. The first one is very cute, but the second one is so clever...because it actually looks like they are saying the words that are dubbed in.
And now this one:
Hilarious.
And now this one:
Hilarious.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Seriously. Am I on Candid Camera?
I walk to Druxy’s with 5 dollars of change in my hand.
There is a sign on the wall that says:
Coleslaw/Potato Salad
Small - $2.50
Regular - $4.00
Large- $5.50
Okay, so I ask for a REGULAR salad, half potato and half coleslaw. Let's do the math together. Regular salad, potato and coleslaw.....4 dollars right? Fucking wrong.
Woman gives it to me, dude rings it in and asks for $5.65.
This is how it all started:
Me: It says that it’s 4 bucks on the sign.
Him: What?
Me: It says that it’s 4 dollars on the sign behind you.
He speaks to the woman that actually scooped my salad and she looks at me as though she’s curious what’s wrong.
Me: It should be 4 dollars, not 5.
Her: Confused look on her face. She looks at the guy at the cash and says: "Go ahead and just charge her for the smaller one."
Him: He punches in a small one and now it’s $2.50 plus tax. Meanwhile, the sign says $4.00.
Me: Okay, you don’t need to charge me for the smaller salad, when I have the correct size salad, but have been overcharged for it.
Both: Blank looks on their faces.
Her: Now you pay for a small?
(is this a question, or a statement?)
Me: Okay, if you both turn around, it says on the menu that if I have a potato or coleslaw salad, regular size, it should be 4 dollars, not 5…which is what he charged me.
Both: BLANK LOOKS ON THEIR FACES
Her: She picks up two empty plastic containers and says: “This one small, this one regular.”
This just in, from the Department of the Obvious.
Me: I know. I have the regular one. It says four dollars on the sign, not five dollars which is what he charged me.
At this point, I am thinking: “Am I fucking on candid camera?” All of the cancer patients around me are starting to look at me as I am apparently making a stink…meanwhile, I just want to pay what it says the cost of this fucking salad is on their sign. Furthermore, the large is $5.50 so where did this guy pull the $5 price from? His ass?
What made it worse is that English was not their first language, but they still had a good grasp of it and have worked there since I have worked here (8-9 mths).
I ended up just saying “fine” and gave him the $2.83 and walked away, shaking my head.
I don't even know what else to say about this encounter. Weird. It's amazing that they get up and put their socks on by themselves in the morning.
There is a sign on the wall that says:
Coleslaw/Potato Salad
Small - $2.50
Regular - $4.00
Large- $5.50
Okay, so I ask for a REGULAR salad, half potato and half coleslaw. Let's do the math together. Regular salad, potato and coleslaw.....4 dollars right? Fucking wrong.
Woman gives it to me, dude rings it in and asks for $5.65.
This is how it all started:
Me: It says that it’s 4 bucks on the sign.
Him: What?
Me: It says that it’s 4 dollars on the sign behind you.
He speaks to the woman that actually scooped my salad and she looks at me as though she’s curious what’s wrong.
Me: It should be 4 dollars, not 5.
Her: Confused look on her face. She looks at the guy at the cash and says: "Go ahead and just charge her for the smaller one."
Him: He punches in a small one and now it’s $2.50 plus tax. Meanwhile, the sign says $4.00.
Me: Okay, you don’t need to charge me for the smaller salad, when I have the correct size salad, but have been overcharged for it.
Both: Blank looks on their faces.
Her: Now you pay for a small?
(is this a question, or a statement?)
Me: Okay, if you both turn around, it says on the menu that if I have a potato or coleslaw salad, regular size, it should be 4 dollars, not 5…which is what he charged me.
Both: BLANK LOOKS ON THEIR FACES
Her: She picks up two empty plastic containers and says: “This one small, this one regular.”
This just in, from the Department of the Obvious.
Me: I know. I have the regular one. It says four dollars on the sign, not five dollars which is what he charged me.
At this point, I am thinking: “Am I fucking on candid camera?” All of the cancer patients around me are starting to look at me as I am apparently making a stink…meanwhile, I just want to pay what it says the cost of this fucking salad is on their sign. Furthermore, the large is $5.50 so where did this guy pull the $5 price from? His ass?
What made it worse is that English was not their first language, but they still had a good grasp of it and have worked there since I have worked here (8-9 mths).
I ended up just saying “fine” and gave him the $2.83 and walked away, shaking my head.
I don't even know what else to say about this encounter. Weird. It's amazing that they get up and put their socks on by themselves in the morning.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
If I Was a Police Officer....
If I was a police officer, I would love to ticket people for various things that are important to me...that seem too low on the existing priority list.
Such as:
If I ever saw someone littering, I would slap them with the highest fine I could. I'm still appalled about how often people throw shit out of their car windows. In fast food parking lots....I see people open their car doors, throw their garbage on the ground and leave. The laziness and lack of respect for the environment is astounding to me. I mean, I get instantly angry that someone can be that devoid of a conscience. Sadness takes over for anger soon after - how do people feel they can be this way? What kind of a world do we live in? If I ever see a friend do something formidable like this, I make a mental note. If it happens more than once, I will wash my hands of them. It is such a character flaw in my opinion.
That includes cigarettes being thrown out the window or thrown on the ground by pedestrians. I hate that more than anything. Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty habit.
I would also fine people for driving too slow. Or worse, driving too slow in the fast lane.
Pet owners that don't pick up after their dogs...I'd fine them for that too.
Hmm what else?
I would give tickets to asses that take up two parking spots because they are so concerned their car will be dinged. I would love to silly-string their cars too. That kind of self-importance is ridiculous.
Okay I think I am done.
What would YOU ticket people for if you were a cop?
Such as:
If I ever saw someone littering, I would slap them with the highest fine I could. I'm still appalled about how often people throw shit out of their car windows. In fast food parking lots....I see people open their car doors, throw their garbage on the ground and leave. The laziness and lack of respect for the environment is astounding to me. I mean, I get instantly angry that someone can be that devoid of a conscience. Sadness takes over for anger soon after - how do people feel they can be this way? What kind of a world do we live in? If I ever see a friend do something formidable like this, I make a mental note. If it happens more than once, I will wash my hands of them. It is such a character flaw in my opinion.
That includes cigarettes being thrown out the window or thrown on the ground by pedestrians. I hate that more than anything. Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty habit.
I would also fine people for driving too slow. Or worse, driving too slow in the fast lane.
Pet owners that don't pick up after their dogs...I'd fine them for that too.
Hmm what else?
I would give tickets to asses that take up two parking spots because they are so concerned their car will be dinged. I would love to silly-string their cars too. That kind of self-importance is ridiculous.
Okay I think I am done.
What would YOU ticket people for if you were a cop?
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