Friday, October 30, 2009

Public Washrooms

I hate public washrooms. For a number of reasons.

a) Urinals. Most bathrooms don't have any sort of partition between urinals. Urination is a private thing for me. I don't want somebody advertently or inadvertently looking at my piece. I don't even want to mention splashback. Oops. I did.

b) Hygiene. Knowing that strangers have been in and out of that bathroom all day with their hands around their nether regions and then touching all the things I need to touch, is very unappealing.

c) Lack of sound proofing. I don't get disgusted by much. What I do get disgusted by is hearing other people poop.

d) The TP. To Whom It May Concern: You do realize that when it is 1-ply, people just use twice as much, don't you? So, do the right thing and put 2-ply in there.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I need a dream journal.

I had two messed up dreams last night. I am sure I had more messed up dreams (they all are) but I only remember two.
First one, there was a ghost of a small child, fully clothed in the bathtub. In the dream it scared the shit out of me and I actually hollered out. Woke Becky and myself up. Happens all the time.

I should have written this one down earlier. Now I can't remember the details. But my friend Eugene and I were being held captive in the basement of an old warehouse. I can't remember much more. I think we ended up killing our captors with their own weapons. Escaping and walking along Water St. in Napanee. There was a seriously messed up part but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.
Even if I kept a handheld recorder by the bed. I could relay the gist into that and write it down properly after. I always have the weirdest dreams. Most of the time I am being chased.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Did I break a mirror or something?

We seem to be running into some bad luck with regards to our vehicles. A couple weeks ago, Becky and I were planning to go out. Dinner, movie, maybe some shopping. The one tire on the car had a slow leak and I forgot to pump it up that morning. I really should have. It hit that breaking point and when Becky took a corner on her way home, (we're guessing) it popped off the rim. She pulled over, called me and I came down with the compressor. No dice. When it's completely flat, those little compressors don't cut the mustard. Some teenagers stopped to give us a hand. I was totally able to do anything myself but I was already in my "nice clothes". They offered, have at 'er! We got the spare down from underneath. No prob. Let's take the flat off. Here's where the fun begins. Get it jacked up almost all the way, jack buckles, bends. Rendered completely useless. Kid runs to his house, brings back good jack. Jacked up. Can't get lugs off. Break tire iron. Other kid runs home and gets tire iron. It breaks too. I have my plug-in impact wrench by this point. It doesn't work either. Then it stops working altogether. Becky goes to buy better tire iron. Starts raining. Gets back. Still can't get the lugs off. Now, almost 2 hours later, we decide to pack it in. If we dally any longer, we won't be able to go on our "date".  We take the van and the date is great. The next morning, I paid to have it towed. Tire gets remounted, tires rotated and hopefully properly torqued. Episode over.

Wednesday, Oct 14. The car won't start. Won't boost. Won't even try to turn over. Used a friend's CAA card and have it towed. It's still at the shop. Still not starting. Hasn't even been looked at yet. We'll see how this episode shakes down. Sometime.

Monday! Becky gets back from Wal-mart and says " The van door fell off." WHAT?!  I look outside and yeah, it did. It's hanging all akimbo. ( I started this entry because I wanted to use the word, akimbo) The sliding door had come right out of the track. I had to leave for work like 5 minutes ago. I don't have time for this. I manage to get it back in the track but it won't close all the way. I'll try again when I get home. I hope I can fix it myself. We've been having problems with it so I guess it just hit the failure point. I really hope this doesn't turn into a big money thing. Who knows what's wrong with the car! The only thing that's not broken is the scooter. Well, now that I've said something......

Thursday, October 15, 2009

I love pizza.

Monday. Thanksgiving. Pizza for supper.

Tuesday. Leftover pizza for lunch AND supper.

Wednesday. Leftover pizza for lunch.

Thursday. Pizza for lunch and pizza for supper.

Probably no pizza tommorrow but no guarantees.

It's not a beer belly, it's a pizza paunch!!

P.S. (added Friday) I had pizza last night around 9. and I am taking leftovers to work tonight. hahahaha

Thursday, October 8, 2009

notebook day

I'm having a notebook day. One of those days where I feel I need to get out
my notebook and rant or write a song. Nobody needs to see it but me. But I
need to get it out. kwim? Depending on what comes out, I might post it on