going where? Well, good question. I haven't yet decided.
Probably because I have no time or money to go anywhere yet, but just you wait and see... soon, soon I will have more $$$ and will buy some much needed new clothes, and take some time off to spend up in C.L. :)
New job still going great.
I believe deeply in the powers of intuition. Also known as "Spidey-Sense", or as I like to call it, "Momsey-Sense", because I have previous experience... Trust me.
I also believe that you choose your path(s) before you come to Earth, and you choose what you want to experience, long before you enter the temporary body that houses your spirit. Thus, somewhere deep inside, you know what your paths are, and what options you have available. Life just has a way of making you forget all of that, somewhere in the learning to tie shoelaces, and numbers, and use manners. Deja vu, to me, is your spirit 'remembering' certain instances of the paths you've already chosen, and is a sign, to be used to reaffirm you are where you are supposed to be. The more I experience deja vu, the happier and calmer I become as a result.
And the point to this story: I have been experiencing deja vu at this new job more and more often. It hasn't been this strong a feeling since I moved to Edmonton.
And the moral of the story is: Listen to your gut. Trust yourself.
You really don't have to. It's just what I do.
And It Works.
Blaine.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Thanks Chair!!!
My aunty Chair gave me some advide about the format of my blog and the fact that my right side index thingy was way down at the bottom, and how to fix it, and it worked. It took me a whole 15 seconds... there was only one line causing the problem...
Off to Cold Lake we go...
Blaine
Off to Cold Lake we go...
Blaine
Thursday, May 19, 2005
It's been too long
People need to tell me if I haven't written in awhile... otherwise I forget...
Or I get too busy!!
Lately I have been going to bed as early as 9 p.m., to get up at 5 a.m. to go to work. Of course, I have been wanting to have naps every afternoon when I get home, at 4ish, and I never seem to get around to it...
I expect to be completely screwed up by Monday a.m. because I will have gone to CL and driven home late the night before, if everything goes according to plan... and so will be even more tired for my first day back...
I don't know if all of you Cold Laker's have noticed, but I sent to the Cold Lake Sun a letter to the editor. I felt the need to voice my opinion in regards to the public transportation's on again/off again service. It's online if anyone wants to read it. They screwed up how I wrote the first sentence though. You will understand when you read it.
So working at my new 'job' is great, so far, I have done 9 days of training, with 4 more weeks to go. And I get paid for every minute of it. Then, I get a raise when I 'graduate', and get to answer real live customer calls. Hopefully I won't get any off the fake dead ones...
Yeah...
So... I have a headache, anyone else? No? Just me? Well... okay then! Great! Mine is because of not enough sleep last few nights, especially last night, and I didn't take my vitamins the last two days.
It is amazing. I take a One a DAy Adult multi Vitamin, A crunchable vitamin C, a B 50 complex vitamin, and a Calcium vitamin.
I am out of shape, and so it is tough to do a lot of walking while carrying a 40 lb bag that has my binder, notes, lunch, etc, in it, but when I don't take my vitamins, I notice it INSTANTLY!!!! The reason I didn't take them was accidental, plus a bit of oops out of time... but I did it a few weeks ago, and SAME THING!!! So needless to say, I intend to take my vitamins tomorrow.
I am happy. Just because I am. I like life. yay. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)) :) :) :) :) :) :)) ::) :) :) :) there's some double chins in there!!! and an alien one with four eyes!!!
I need to pay attention to what I am doing when I type.
So, I hope to soon have some pix uploaded onto my 'other' 'website' that hasn't been used in a long, long time...
But it seems like everytime I try to upload using the program that they have, it never works... maybe I will try with a brand new page...
I don't know.
Going to go, either have a bath, or read a book and try to nap... then I guess I will make that roast that is in the fridge...
Hope everyone has a great weekend....
Blaine
Or I get too busy!!
Lately I have been going to bed as early as 9 p.m., to get up at 5 a.m. to go to work. Of course, I have been wanting to have naps every afternoon when I get home, at 4ish, and I never seem to get around to it...
I expect to be completely screwed up by Monday a.m. because I will have gone to CL and driven home late the night before, if everything goes according to plan... and so will be even more tired for my first day back...
I don't know if all of you Cold Laker's have noticed, but I sent to the Cold Lake Sun a letter to the editor. I felt the need to voice my opinion in regards to the public transportation's on again/off again service. It's online if anyone wants to read it. They screwed up how I wrote the first sentence though. You will understand when you read it.
So working at my new 'job' is great, so far, I have done 9 days of training, with 4 more weeks to go. And I get paid for every minute of it. Then, I get a raise when I 'graduate', and get to answer real live customer calls. Hopefully I won't get any off the fake dead ones...
Yeah...
So... I have a headache, anyone else? No? Just me? Well... okay then! Great! Mine is because of not enough sleep last few nights, especially last night, and I didn't take my vitamins the last two days.
It is amazing. I take a One a DAy Adult multi Vitamin, A crunchable vitamin C, a B 50 complex vitamin, and a Calcium vitamin.
I am out of shape, and so it is tough to do a lot of walking while carrying a 40 lb bag that has my binder, notes, lunch, etc, in it, but when I don't take my vitamins, I notice it INSTANTLY!!!! The reason I didn't take them was accidental, plus a bit of oops out of time... but I did it a few weeks ago, and SAME THING!!! So needless to say, I intend to take my vitamins tomorrow.
I am happy. Just because I am. I like life. yay. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)) :) :) :) :) :) :)) ::) :) :) :) there's some double chins in there!!! and an alien one with four eyes!!!
I need to pay attention to what I am doing when I type.
So, I hope to soon have some pix uploaded onto my 'other' 'website' that hasn't been used in a long, long time...
But it seems like everytime I try to upload using the program that they have, it never works... maybe I will try with a brand new page...
I don't know.
Going to go, either have a bath, or read a book and try to nap... then I guess I will make that roast that is in the fridge...
Hope everyone has a great weekend....
Blaine
Friday, May 06, 2005
more new things...
I have cut back my already not very many hours from the green building to one shift per week.
But only because I got another job. The next 6 weeks, I will be training to do what my roommate does: inbound call centre customer service representative. a.k.a. I answer phones, and attempt to deal with angry Americans. This call centre is 'based' in Washington... so far as any customers need to know.
Yeah. So, that is about all that is new. Besides the huge name change by Chris's work soon, not much has been going on.
Oh, our place is finally cleaned up and pretty, and organized. But go figure, now I can't find anything...
For more details on the name change, please follow this link:
The Source By Circuit City
More details to follow. I know the inside scoop... hee hee.
I am tired, going to go to sleep now.
But only because I got another job. The next 6 weeks, I will be training to do what my roommate does: inbound call centre customer service representative. a.k.a. I answer phones, and attempt to deal with angry Americans. This call centre is 'based' in Washington... so far as any customers need to know.
Yeah. So, that is about all that is new. Besides the huge name change by Chris's work soon, not much has been going on.
Oh, our place is finally cleaned up and pretty, and organized. But go figure, now I can't find anything...
For more details on the name change, please follow this link:
The Source By Circuit City
More details to follow. I know the inside scoop... hee hee.
I am tired, going to go to sleep now.
Monday, May 02, 2005
How Could You? by Jim Willis
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US $7,000 full page ad in the paper to present the HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001 How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.
Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have another career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your family, but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear and hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know they will find a good home for her."
They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you and you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I know your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek.
I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort her so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
=====================================================
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute this essay for non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.
Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to your family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Jim Willis
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too.
Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have another career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your family, but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear and hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know they will find a good home for her."
They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you and you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I know your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek.
I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort her so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
=====================================================
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute this essay for non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.
Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to your family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Jim Willis
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