Do you have an airmiles card?

Hello Blog,

So I just finished watching one of my new favourite shows, 1 Girl 5 Gays. It's definately grown on me over the past year and I now love watching it, it's soooo funny and even informative. I have my "favourite guys" and I wish I could be on an episode with them. Tonight I was laughing so hard, especially at the end when one of the guys (Yerxa) was describing how the other guy (Gerry) tells men at the gym where he works how he gets such good calf muscles...wearing heels! ahahahaha! I wish Juan was my best friend, and I wish Ian was straight and my boyfriend lol, he's so freaking attractive.

Anyway, I went out last night for one of my best friend's birthdays. We went to a new bar I had never been to and it was actually really nice. It was quite big and there were actually some cute guys. Unfortunately for me I get rando m weird guys trying to dance with me, even when I tell them I don't dance and I'm trying to hangout with my friends... and then I think my friend's friend is interested in me even though I'm pretty sure I made it clear I was not interested in him.... and yet the one guy I really do like doesn't even notice me at work... fate or whatever this is, you are very very cruel. Bahhhhh! It honestly feels like the universe is messing with me to get a laugh at my life and all these ridiculous situations I've been in the past year.

Today my work friend was ranting to me about how rude a customer was to her last night, so she was rude back...she's the type who doesn't take shit from people. Another work friend had a similar situation about a month ago as well. I know that every time I'm at work I think of all the things customers do that piss me off and how I am going to wrtie a list one day. I don't have the balls to be rude to a customer's face, and I'm quite apologetic and try to avoild confrontation. So I'm going to let it out now in this post. Here is six years of pent up angst and rage.

- When I ask you for your fucking airmiles card, answer me, don't hand me the money and say nothing, because then I'm obviously going to think you don't have an airmiles card...and don't be busting out your card once the cash registar has opened and I'm giving you your receipt dumbass. And you only get ONE point for every $20 anyway, so fuck off.

- Don't fucking come to my service desk with a shit load of groceries or a cart of groceries or anything that needs to be weighed on a scale. I'm the customer service desk, I'm here to sell you lottery tickets, cigarettes, I do refunds and western union crap. Don't be messing up my clean counter with your groceries and expect me to ring in all your shit and bag it quickly, I don't even have bags at my counter. And when I say "I can help the next person with NOTHING TO BE WEIGHED," I don't know how much clearer I can be...you know you have shit to be weighed, don't pretend like you forgot. And ya I'm nice enough to go out of my way to weigh your shit unlike the other people who work on the service desk, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of me every time you come in asshole.

- When I say, "NEXT PERSON IN LINE," that doesn't mean the next person that happens to pass by my counter or whoever can run here fastest...it means the actual next person in line at cash number two or three, and I will give that customer the "look" and wave them over. Don't be greedy, wait your fucking turn.

- Don't stand in front of me holding your airmiles card or debit card or money while I'm still scanning your shit and bagging it. You can hold it there the entire time, I don't care anymore. I will take it from you when I'm finished and I ask you for it.

- When I ask you if you need a bag, a clear answer is much appreciated. Don't mumble something incoherent or complain about how bags cost five fucking cents, I don't make the rules and I don't care. I just want to bag your shit and get you out of here as quick as possible.

- Don't put all your shit down and let me scan up everything only to run back to grab more stuff you "forgot." You're holding up my line and being a jackass.

- Don't tell me how to bag your groceries like I'm stupid, I know bread doesn't go on the bottom. And don't ever fucking grab anything out of my hands or out of the bag, I've been packing groceries for six fucking years, I know how to do it. I know what will fit and how things fit, and I usually get complimented on my packing/bagging skills. So don't fucking tell me how to bag or be rude about it.

- When I say "Wait til it says insert" for you to put your debit or credit card in the chip reader, that means WAIT. Don't ignore me and shove your card in, because it just messes up the maching and wastes everyone's time.

- When you can clearly see me typing on the computer (doing wester union) and dealing with a customer, and you still come over and ask me if I can take your groceries, I wonder what the fuck is going through your mind. I'm clearly busy. And then I tell you it will be a few minutes and yet you still wait, as if I am supposed to drop everything and serve you. Go fucking wait in line to pay for your shit, I give priority to customers who need something only the service desk provides.

- Don't leave your shit in the basket and expect me to take it all out for you. Have some common courtesy and get it out of the basket for me. And well you're at it, hand me your stupid reusable bag and if you're a decent human being maybe even open it for me. Don't wait until the end to give it to me, because how the fuck am I supposed to pack everything then dumbass.

Ok, I think that's most of the stuff I needed to get out about my job lol. Three more days of work until I have four days of to do family vacation stuff! I'm really starting to miss watching hockey now too haha. Goodnight Blog.

+ Lorelie

canadian candy vs. american candy

as an avid food network watcher, over the years i have noticed the very obvious food differences between canadian food (mainly restaurant foods) and american food

for instance, last weekend, lorelie and i were watching triple d and this restaurant made something that had to do with waffles and gravy...it looked so good but is definitely something we would never see around here

then there are the food items talked about on unwrapped - SO much of what the show shows are things i have never heard of but seem to be very popular in the states

while talking about the different foods there compared to here, my younger brother told me about something i had never heard of - americans call rocket candy smarties! this not only led me to a "wtf" moment, it let me to an investigation into the difference between canadian and american candy as candy is my favourite food group

according to the internet, these are the major differences between candy found on the shelves (in most areas it seems):

1) smarties

as a candy connoisseur, as my older brother put it, smarties, the canadian smarties that is, are an essential part of a balanced candy diet. i love smarties - much more than m&m's (that is really a whole other topic). their bright colours and awesome chocolate inside make for a lovely snack. these are the only smarties i have ever known. according to wikipedia, "Smarties are not distributed in the United States, except by specialist importers." so sad!

american smarties are what is known in canada as rockets. i checked out their website http://www.smarties.com/ and it is so weird to see another product with a different name...let alone one of the amazing delicious candy coated chocolate things known as smarties!

2) chocolate bars - coffee crisp, areo, mars bars, oh henry!, caramilk, kit kat

i am not a huge chocolate bar fan but every once and a while, yes, i do enjoy a good peanut and nut free bar. among my favourite include mars bars, hershy milk chocolate, caramilk and kit kat (give me a break!). 

according to a few sites i looked on, coffee crisp, areo, mars and oh henry! are not sold in the usa (although some had said they may have seen a few here and there around the country). 

caramilk is not called caramilk...

and apparently american kit kats taste horrible...

3) candy - fuzzy peaches and cherry blasters

this was a real real downer. for sure americans are missing out on these. i love these, especially cherry blasters. these chewy candies are another staple in a candy diet. i am really sad for all those who have not experienced the amazingness of these candies.

other than that, i couldn't find any other sites that gave me much else. its interesting when you think about how different food can be when we share a border with another country. it makes me wonder what kind of glorious candies we are missing out on here... 

candy tour? um yes

ray charles

one moment

it truly is amazing how many times i have gone over it in my head

even tonight. i rolled over and picked up my laptop to write this post.

and how i have re-thought every word, every action and every feeling that was felt that day

it was about three weeks ago that one of the most traumatizing days in my recent life occurred

and since that day, the replay button has been stuck

i think about it often when i am trying to fall asleep

for the first week, it was the first thing i saw when i closed my eyes and i would often just open them to escape thinking about it

i think about it on the way to work when i'm sitting in the back seat of the car, listening to music

while my mom and younger brother are completely unaware of the thoughts going through my head

i sometimes think about it when i'm alone, but not so often as i have found ways to keep my mind and hands busy

i recently told my younger brother that its on replay and that there are so many things i wish i could have said and so many things i wish i could have done

things i wish my brother would have done - wished anyone would have done

when i talk about, i get a lump in my throat and feel as though i am going to cry.

its been years since i felt the way i did that day and its been years since i felt the way i do since it happened

probably about 10 years actually

when he came to my school when i was in grade 7 and sat in his car in the medical building beside my school hoping to catch a glimpse of my younger brother or myself. i remember the feeling i had when i found out he was there - our morning started off normal accept for the phone call from my principal, followed by one from my mother explaining to me that he was there and that he had talked to little kids and even ended up in the school somehow. i felt sick to my stomach, an overbearing feeling of panic, fear and anxiety. i was embarrassed, scared, mad, upset and helpless. i was paranoid, as i had always been. i felt like i was 7 again.

other events had occurred since i was 12 but they have only happened in the last 4 years and only one involved me. first, my older brother received an email from my cousin saying how they want us in the family. this was followed by a plea from his girlfriend about how she was adopted and would give anything to see her real parents. when i was in first year, i received a package in the mail from him from somewhere in florida - i threw it out. two summers ago he called my house asking to speak to my younger brother, offering him money to help pay for our trip to italy. finally, last year he showed up at buddhas hockey games and spoke to him, saying sorry and that he loves him. the weirdest part was that he was at a game i was at but my brain shut off or something. since then he has been spotted at several hockey and inline games.

three weeks ago, it all came to a screeching halt. life was good - the sun was shinning, i was very tired but excited for the day and i received a text from a friend telling me she was engaged. i was in a tired-happy mood- the night before was lorelies party and i had fun. we arrived at the arena and my older brother had just gotten there, a little family reunion took place as dano and i talked about grad school stuff and his research. it was all ruined in a moments time. he came into the building with his girlfriend and that was it. i was the only one who saw but i was in so much shock that i couldn't even speak. the day was shot. it was over. i felt everything that had disappeared for all those years - i felt a lump in my throat and a knot in my tummy. i was ready to burst into tears at any moment. my hands started shaking and my mind became jumbled. the anxiety, the fear and the helpless feeling came back. this man - this evil, selfish, monster was in the same building as me and i felt like i was 7 all over again.

sitting in my room almost three weeks later, i can still feel it. i can feel my heart racing and my mind going blank. i can feel my eyes start to swell with water and i can feel my legs wanting to run. i can feel myself wanting to hide and get away. its still there.

the entire day i was on edge. i could cry at any moment. i was frustrated beyond belief at the situation and at myself. i did not want to let it bother me and i wanted to be able to use my words to tell him to leave, to die in a hole, to give up. he has always made me feel so powerless, so helpless and unable to speak. i felt like i was 7.

its not worth going over the details of the day really as those who will read this know what happened. but in short, he was trying to take pictures of me and possibly dano. eventually he did talk to me - told me he loved me and would do anything for me. he actually started the conversation as "hey ray charles, how's it going?" i wonder how many times he's rehearsed that over the last 15 years. i sure as hell have rehearsed. i told him not to talk to me, that he should leave and that what he is saying to me is bullshit. he then told me i had attitude, so i asked him how his pension was. proud? fuck i am so proud of myself. i do wish i could have said more though but i'm glad i did speak. i had a nice little cry after that once i went back to the safety of my mom, it felt good to cry.

so the replay button, why are you so stuck? i haven't spoken to him willingly in 15 years and it was the scariest moments i've had in a long time. when he started to come around to buddhas games, he used to tell me how he's just a man, he can't do anything to me anymore if i don't let him. i believed him until that day. he is just a person, he really is. in reality, looking at him, he's not scary looking, he doesn't look evil but man is he ever a life ruiner. as much as i'd like for him to say "hey ray charles how's it going?" and for me to confidently say "oh fuck off" and forget about it, i can't. this man is responsible for so much shit in my life and does not deserve to ever walk by me, to watch buddha play, to look me in the eyes, to listen to me speak words that he did not teach me, see how i have grown, hear me laugh, see how tall buddha is etc etc etc. none of it. he walked away from it all and fuck him, get out of my life. get out of danos life, get out of buddhas life you selfish motherfucker.

on replay, to be honest, i sometimes have buddha come off the floor and yell at him and possibly punch him in the face. that would be the day. after it happened, before i cried i remember telling my mom i want him to get hit by a bus and that he's a douchnozzle. douchenozzle is my new word, i pass it on for all those to use now.

just another day ruined really. plus that hot guy was there and he kept looking at me again. i was to emotional and out of it to do anything about it. not saying i normally would but in those circumstances it was even more impossible.

ive been waiting my whole life for this to disappear and everyday i am reminded that it will never go away

ray charles

silent bob plushy

so far this summer, my main project has been the silent bob plushy that i made for my little brother (okay younger brother...hes actually 20 and much much taller than me).kevin smith movies have been a family favourite as my brothers and even my mom love several of his movies. some of my friends have also taken to his movies and one of my friends has become my snoogins and my boo boo kitty (terms used in his movies)

above: jay (jason mewes) and silent bob (kevin smith)

back in december i made some monster guys out of felt and some other plushies and was totally inspired to make lots of felt things!
along with my brother, i came up with a sketch of a silent bob plushy (original was on a napkin...)
for my graduation, my mom got me a sewing machine and i started working on silent bob!

the original plan (the middle thing):

the completed silent bob plushy:

 

 

the hat was a found hat that i cut to fit his head and made mooby the golden calf out of felt
majority of it was hand sewn. the shell of him and some parts were was sewn with my machine. the rest was hand cut and hand sewn to the plushy.

i dont have any pictures of the process because i took most of them with my webcam, showing my older brother who is at grad school now in a different city so bad quality!

hope you enjoy!
i am hoping to make jay soon! i need more materials though

currently i am painting my moms garden gnomes...their eyes have disappeared!

keep crafting!
ray charles

hipster humour

hipster humour

stumbleupon brings me great joy

often i stumble on some of the weirdest and funniest stuff i have seen

other times its boring crap that i've seen before

but i digress

its an awesome site and tool

especially since i find the internet relatively boring lately- facebook is boring, deviant art is boring, youtube only hold my attention for a small time... and justintv wastes my internet like mad. and watching movies does the same... so what do i end up doing (a lot)? stumbling!

if you don't have one, do it. stumbleupon is awesome

so among my stumbling around the interweb, i landed on this hilarious page making fun of hipsters

and come on, who doesn't want to laugh at hipsters

i know people who want to declare it a national past time (i know lots of people who have some angst towards hipsters)

this has posted parodies of hipsterish words on hipsterish pictures

these are my favourites:

so funny

i enjoy the lamp and bridge one the most

to see the others go here: www.sadanduseless.com/2011/05/words-on-pictures-parody/

i saw a harry potter inspired hipster at work the other day. one of my friends was like oh no he must be all like i want to kill voldemort! he was actually wearing dress shoes, kaki pants that were to short and were cuffed and he was wearing white socks. he had a blazer on with a t-shirt underneath and the blazer had some weird patch on it. he was also wearing rayban like glasses. he must shop at the hipsters r us store.

meh people can dress how they wish, just makes me laugh

plus, was he preparing for a flood?

ray "now i'm a lamp" charles

photo adventure - backyard edition

photo adventure - backyard edition

i loveeeeeee taking photos
so i have decided that i want to do photo adventures
where i go somewhere and just take photos!
no timeline, just when i feel like it

below are the first set and i'm actually proud of them
i went in my backyard and took some photos...(obvious ray charles thanks eh?)
i've had my slr for a good 4 months now and its the first time i've gone out with it (part of my job is to take photos so this was purely for fun...)
hope you enjoy!

i don't like my backyard or the area i live in much
but i found that when i slowed down, looked through my camera, it was much nicer than i had ever seen it

gotta love photography!

camera - sony dslr a200
software - gimp

hope you enjoyed!

ray charles

i haven't gone anywhere

what up blog?
yea i know
we haven't talked in a while.
come on don't be mad!
i've been... "busy"
okay okay, i'll get better.
i promise!
don't make me feel guilty!

okay whatever
i'm letting you know i'm still alive

ray charles