Archive for November, 2010
Bossy decided to get a Xmas help job and ended up in a warehouse doing work she can’t stand. When she got her first paycheque she asked me along for dinner as it was the Queen of the Caribean’s birthday. My intuition rang ‘no’ so I declined. Later that night I get a call and they’re still at the restaurant but the Queen doesn’t know what to do because Bossy can’t hold her liquor and was splayed out flat across the table with the waiter yelling at her to pay her bill.
The Queen wanted me to come there and help out by walking Bossy home. I said it was too ridiculous a thing to do (Bossy had managed to speak on the phone to me and sounded like a sailor’s parrot). It was clear Bossy wasn’t going to listen to anyone so I said to call a cab and pour her in. The waiter was really loud now so I asked the Queen to put him on the phone. I managed to say ‘call her a cab’ but he was so frickin’ riled he said he’d call the cops because Bossy was refusing to pay her bill (apparently she didn’t like the pasta).
The Queen was pulling crocodile tears on me and I kept telling her to shut up and listen but all she would do is go ‘waa waa waa’ and beg me to come down. Right, like walking 10 blocks at night in the cold to deal with someone who was incoherent was going to help. I’d already taken my evening meds and was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
I turned my phone off.
The next day I ran into Bossy late afternoon and sure enough she’d spent the night in the drunk tank. The meal (with the reduced price for the lousey pasta) was $140.00. Her fine for being drunk and disorderly in a public place was $235.00. Her reading glasses that she lost while on her drunken escapade will cost $120.00 to replace.
Hey Bossy…you’re like a newspaper, you have lot’s of issues!
Bossy’s tail was between her legs and I let her settle into the smoking pit before gazing over at her and smiling. That did it, she started laughing and we yacked about it all. There seems to be a big ‘in the middle’ of the stories as the Queen said Bossy stuck her nose in her son and his fiancee’s business and they walked out of the restaurant super pissed off at her. Bossy said the Queen’s son asked her what she thought of marriage and if he should get married and she said things like, ‘well, do you love her?’. WHO knows WHAT really went down?
Tele-tubby two is missing Tele-tubby one so is trying to gab to everyone, and I find I just don’t like gabbing with her. She whines. I hate whining. We watched the Grey Cup together and this is how the conversation went:
Tubby: what’s that thing the Montreal quarterback has on his arm. See that thing?
Me: Ya, i see the thing but I don’t know what it is’.
Tubby: There it is again, see that thing, he’s got a thing on his wrist. What’s it for?’
Me: ;I said I don’t know what it’s for. Maybe it’s a computer and the coach sends plays over’
Tubby: Fuck. My fucking ankle’s still killing me. Hey, what’s that thing on the quarterback’s arm?”
Me: I told you I don’t know.
Tubby: ‘Fuck my ankle’s killing me’.
We also have a new woman who is heading fast to get the nickname, “Creepy”. She’ll come out to the smoke pit, light her smoke and stand there smoking it while starting at people. I asked her if she wasn’t into sitting and she said she likes to stand when smoking. Twice now I’ve caught her standing there starting at me while she’s smoking. YUCK! I told her that her standing makes me feel uncomfortable and would she please try sitting. She said she didn’t realize this and would try sitting. Oh ya, she also stands one foot away from the TV and stares at it.
Some prison dude flooded the 5th floor on purpose the other day. The cops took him away. A woman shit in the shower stall in the shelter. It wasn’t diarhea. It was done on purpose.
I wanted to press charges against or sue Gordon Campbell and Rich Coleman but discovered that anything said and done in the legislature could not be construed as malicious. Damn!
The guy who ripped me off for my computer and iphone in the first shelter I was in discovered I was living here and came to visit the other day….lucky I wasn’t around. He’s playing fuck-head games with me and saying he has an iphone and macbook he won at work and would give them to me. I said I wanted the money and he said ok…then he emails me and tells me his phone was stolen. Ya right, more like it went for a piece of rock. So what’s the crackhead/junkie coming around my way for? Does he delight in this game, I guess so.
I’m waiting for Bossy to get back from the store as she said she would cook me chicken for dinner tonight. I don’t know why I agreed to it, it feels in a way like she’s sucking up to me or doing her ‘we all live here together so let’s all do stuff together’ attitude. Good Gawd, can’t she see we don’t want to be with each other every moment??????? I hope to be able to just grab the chicken and run and eat it in my room. Oh, another reason I don’t really want it is because she’ll ask how it was then go on at novel’s length about how she cooked it and what she put in it and all that blah blah blah stuff that really doesn’t interest me. It was good, ok? That’s enough!
My van still hasn’t sold. Dang.
Tomorrow is another day.
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|ugliest girl in the world|
|world ugliest people|
|ben sherman skinhead|
|largest dog in the world|
|north korea babe|
|10 lords a leaping|
I’m wondering how much politicians are personally liable for? Are they totally exempt, or if their actions cause pain and suffering can they be held for it?
I think a class action suit should be brought against Gordon Campbell and Rich Coleman. Whadd’ya think?
Last year around this time I had been at my first homeless shelter for a month. I wasn’t capable of much in terms of helping myself and worked closely with my Canadian Mental Health Worker. For whatever reason, I would fall into a sobbing mess on the floor if having to fill out most forms (mostly housing). I guess they all reminded me of the situation I was in and how long it would take to get out of it.
Today I am capable of taking transit or cruising around on my bike, going to appointments, filling out forms etc.. Lots of times I’m late as prolong the inevitable, but the point is that I CAN do it and do it on my own!!!!
Strange. I wasn’t capapble of much but there I was acting as resident advocate at a shelter where there was clear mental and emotional abuse going on, intimidation, and stepping WAY over the boundaries. I wonder where I drew my strength from? Perhaps it was all those lectures from our father we had to endure , the endless ones about sticking up for your rights and the rights of others. Perhaps this become ingrained in my somehow?
At any rate we have something to look forward to and that’s the demise of Gordon Campbell, Premier and Bastard son of the devil. Become a decent human being or Rot, Gordie, Rot.
The U.S, Marine Corps celebrates it’s formation by having balls around the country as close to Novemeber 10th as possible. This is it’s 235th anniversary. My picture may not denote what I have to say, and that’s how many Mexican youth are in the U.S. armed forces…they’re slightly shorter then most of the short men in the Marines…what happened to all those movies and the Marines looking over 6 feet tall?
The U.S. recruits Mexicans and if they go over seas to fight the government gives them extra money to send their families. The Mexicans are considered non-entities…making them soldiers does not make them american. So they send the mexicans along with the blacks and white trailer trash to the front lines to die. The mexicans are not considered in the death tally as they are not citizens. Pretty ugly, eh? Have a gander here.
—————————————————————————-Today four nations opposed to the United Nations declaration on indigenous rights , including Canada, signed on the bottom line. It is a non-enforcable declaration.
Comments in news stories have some pretty weird takes on matters when it comes to indigenous rights….too many ssettler’s heirs proclaim they are indigenous because their family has been here 300 years. Nope, sorry. The holly tree was brought over from England over 300 years ago, it is NOT considered an indigenous plant.
Others talk about the Beringia theory and Black Eve. Nope. Sorry. The creation stories are there for a reason (a long story), and we should not go beyond those stories but we did….we did not have the right too and by doing so we became GOD and play at being god.
Science is young. Every time a new discovery is made it knocks old ones off the book shelf. Science needs to catch up with indigenous ways, science is still behind. First Nations is First Nations and if you want to talk more about that then comment or send me an email.
Mr. Harper, the longer you delay the truth and hold back on Rule of Law, the more it will cost your citizens in the end.
Remembrance Day. Lest we forget. Lest we forget the loss of lives and innosense. Let’s not forget the conscientious observers of WW2 and all wars. It is ever their right. Let’s not forget the brave troops who partook out of a sense of duty.
Lest we forget the women who worked in the factories and flew repaired and new planes to the battelfields and flew the broken ones back. The sock knitters, the nurses, the mothers and fathers who buried children.
World War Two was the second largest genocide in modern history (the first was 100 million First Nations culled by the settlers). Every war is a horror story. They never seem to make sense….save for those so oppressed that basic , fundamental human rights are stripped. The political wars in the sake of religion or natural resources make no sense, no sense at all. Cursed are the Dick Chaneys of the world.
Israel, lay down your missiles.
Canada, think long and hard before you enter a war and fully know your purpose and intent.
I am lucky…I am very lucky….I do not know the horrors of war, and hope my child never will.
Bless the souls of all who fought, resisted, helped out, conscientiously observed, did what they could…you are all angels now and if we listened to you we may never know war again.
One of my favorite quotes: when Einstein was asked what world war three would be like he said, “I don’t know, but world war 4 will be fought with sticks and stones”.
The All Indian Rodeo at South Point, Las Vegas. The arena is billed as one of the finest equestrian ones in the world. All I know is the seats were comfortable but covered with dust and despite the massive ventilation system , everyone was coughing and choking.
No matter…what’s cool and new in rodeo since I used to attend such events is the roping is non-segratated and the cowgirls hold their own against the cowboys. Bronco and bull riding now has contestants wearing heavy vests with neck braces to reduce injuries.
I got to toss around a lasso at one of the ‘retail tables but need obvious practise making the spoke the right size. Still, I did manage to rope a faux calf a few times.
There was a retail table run by a young Iriquois from New York. When he found out I was from Canada he had a Canada-Love-Fest going on because of our health care system. Don’t know…I thought about telling him about the deterioration of our system, and I did tell him about the HST and how our Premier was forced into resignation on it. There was an old guy there and the geezer couldn’t believe it, he was horrified we pay the 15% on just about everything. Still, the young man dismissed this cuz he was in love with health care – and that’s cool, that’s cool for a guy in a country that’s a hair’s breath away from such a thing, and in a country where you can end up living on the street because of medical bills.
Hey, wait, I was living on the streets in Canada! I was glorified because I had my own van, and now I’m styling because I have a cubby-hole with bathroom, and next I’ll be in glory when I get housing.
S0 what’s wrong with this picture? What’s wrong (or right) about the above picture where the anthyms begin with an Indian song that everyone cheers for , followed by Oh Canada, then the Star Spangled Banner that no one even claps for? What’s wrong with the picture of 4 to 1 prisoners being native indians yet more caucasians carry out more crimes?
What’s wrong with casinos on Indian land that creates revenue from gamboholics , yet allows bands to reap the riches? And there I am , a bipolar with no shut off valve, up in the slots the first day by $300 and now getting close to going in the hole? Oh oh…I better be careful or I’ll have to hit the food banks when I get back and that means waiting in line for two hours to get generic shit. I’m learning, I’m learning….enforced behavioral pschology , sans shrink, just get with the ‘think’. Hmmmm. Too much to think about :D.