Friday, February 15, 2008

IADT Dun Laoghaire SUCKS

I had my feelings hurt today, which is a difficult thing to do. It wasn't because I was called 'fatso' or that hubby forgot our anniversary. No. This was because of a school located somewhere in Ireland.

I enjoy blogging and have several readers from around the world drop in to read AND SEE what's happening in my neck of the woods, also known as "the most beautiful place on earth, British Columbia."



My site reader provides a lot of information and details about my readership, such as how they found me with a referring URL, sometimes with bizarre things googled like 'pee gag', 'mother twats', many 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas gifs' and Transformer instructions, etc., and these search criterias sometimes point to one of my blogging posts.

I've noticed many of these referrals simply state:
http://practicalsupportstudies.com/week6_blogs.html

So I decided to see what it was.
Turns out it's a class course outline for "Blogging for Beginners"


What is a Blog? A random sample of blogs:
Irish blogs:
Present Tense
(by Shane Hegarty - a companion to his regular columns in the Irish Times)
The Chancer (sort-of satirical look at popular culture and politics)
Eye-witness blog:
Baghdad Burning (one of thousands of blogs from Iraq)
Celebrity blogs
Stephen Fry When he's not selling you tea, or being brainy on demand ...Go Fug Yourself
Blogging about celebrities, not by celebrities.
Special interest blogs:
Whether it's cuddly toys or atonal music, there's a blog out there
...
The Bathroom Blogfest Honestly, you couldn't make it up.

Personal diary blogs:
Just because you have nothing to say, doesn't mean you don't want to say it to the world anyway. Raccoons in your boiler room? Gotta tell the planet ...
Who reads these blogs?
Yes, there's a lot of blog-rot out there, which is why you can now buy these.

The link stating "Who reads these blogs?" provides a blog example of blog-rot as stated by the teacher above, and yes, this link points to my blog.

WHAT! Why would my blog be used as an example of rot? I've seen so much bullshit and filth on bloggers, porn, adverts and home business nonsense, yet my little stories and pictures of my life is being used as an example of "who reads these blogs?" What lesson can these students possibly learn other than clicking on the second link which suggest they purchase this:



Furthermore, I do not blog for visual arts purposes. I blog my events of the day, which is a hell of a lot more purposeful than "using blogger as a notebook for artists". And, I do have readers, intelligent, well-educated folks who don't find my blog pretentious, as some are, because I speak from the heart, not because it's my job...or that I've been sitting in an Irish pub all night long getting shit-faced stupid, writing up course outlines.

I sent an email to this school and have demanded they remove this link to my blog from their class study. I hope this teacher who arranged this study outline considers first the hurtful feelings instilled by this blogger, maybe critique someone in his own country and not upon 'a good Canadian kid' half way around the world.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The Furniture Doctor

Hubby handed in his Letter of Resignation today.

It was a difficult task to do since he's never had to do it before. Hubby is a furniture refurbisher, which basically means anything you buy at a furniture store will envitably have scratches, dents or damage on it's wood parts that you don't even know about, because during shipping these wood products are damaged. Hubby erases these flaws, sands down, repaints, lacquers so that your piece of furniture you saw on the showroom floor...shows like brand new.

He has mastered this skill over 27 years and has worked for one boss this entire time. Until she retired last year and he took a position for the same company, different location, different management, different. This new position had him working 'service calls' on already delivered furniture that somehow was damaged between the store to the customer's home.

Meanwhile, he is well known in the furniture business as probably the best refurbisher around and is solicited constantly to join one company or another. Last week one of these stores made him an offer he couldn't refuse....his own. Almost $20,000 more a year, a bidding war resulted and I'm already pondering new appliances and hair streaks.

Hubby is doing this for us, his family, yet he can't shake the abandonment feeling, the guilt he feels for leaving this company of only one year. This is something I don't understand because I have left some companies with great relief, one company I stormed out twice because I forgot my car keys in the desk drawer and needed to go back and get them.

Usually when one gives notice you are escorted off the premises and are paid out your notice, but not this time....seems this store is going to hang on to hubby until the very last moment.

This particular company has fucked up...they closed down the British Columbia warehouse to relocate all their goods to Kent location, as in Washington USA. They anticipated this cut would save storage fees. Nope. First of all, everyone knows you don't try to do deliveries between two countries. You don't hire on the cheapest delivery company to squeeze in every last piece of furniture being sold in British Columbia, and have that furniture delivered to customer off this truck. This truck needs to return to Kent, Washington....and if can't deliver all it's goods....it will show up at hubby's dock. Period.

This scheme smelled like warehouse ever since fat bulbous boss from Boston spewed his cigar breath on the gaining Canadian dollar.

I feel particularly sorry for this company because fat American suit quit a few months later after making these huge changes...and joined a competitor.

Idiots.

Bacon and Ovaries

I had contractions yesterday morning. They were about two minutes apart and extremely painful. At noon I gave birth...to a large mound of gooey uterine lining.

I've had my period for almost two weeks now and I'm getting pissed off with this so called Perimenopause, which occurs for several years before actual menopause and sometimes precedes menopause by as many as fifteen years. Holy Shit!


Did you know that menopause is not actually called 'menopause' until one year after your last period?

Many women begin experiencing symptoms of pre or perimenopause several years before menopause occurs. The age when the signs of premenopause occur varies among women. Some women experience the symptoms of perimenopause in their early thirties, while other women may notice menopausal signs in their forties, and still other women never experience any changes during menopause.

Menopause, the word, is a combination of two Greek words which mean month and terminate. Translated literally menopause means "the end of the monthlies."

Symptons include increased fat around the waist (which explains why none of my clothes fit), loss of muscle mass and increase in fat tissue, as well as having headaches, memory problems, and joint and muscle stiffness or pain, and of course, the sweats.

Does this mean I've been perimenopausal for 10 years now?

Monday, February 04, 2008

Blogging Blahs

My computer konked out and I had to run my system recovery disc, which meant I lost everything; email addresses, favorite links, limewire library of songs, pictures, everything. What a pain, probably more annoying than not having found my camera recharger. Not much has been happening anyways.

Sabrina has been babysitting one of my customer's children a few times while they hit the casinos. And they've been lucky. They win thousands of dollars and her mom hit a $13,500 spin on a nickel machine. It's been a good setup because they simply drop the kids off here at my daycare and Sabrina is able to have a friend or two over to help. And of course, I'm always upstairs if she needs me. They have been extremely generous and have paid her $100 per night, enough to buy the hair straightener she's been whining for.

Her new semester begins today...social studies, science, learning support and foods. I wish she took art classes again because I think she was really talented, even at the age of nine.



and her self portrait....

My new favorite television show is "Breaking Bad" starring Bryan Cranston.
He's a high school chemistry teacher who learns he has a terminal illness, works two jobs to pay hospital bills for his son and is encroaching on utter despair. He hooks up with one of his former students to make crystal meth, and the plot thickens, including the death of a drug dealer whose body they attempt to dispose of by dissolving it in acid in the bathtub. Meanwhile, they've got the drug dealer's partner held up in the basement, having decided they will also need to kill him...but how? And that was just the first TWO episodes of this shocking, smart comedy series.

http://www.amctv.com/originals/breakingbad/about/

Lately, I've been creating quizzies on Facebook...yes, I know what you're thinking, me the original Facebook debunker, but it's been fun thinking up questions, making up phoney answers.