I swear if I was in the passenger seat of my car some days, I'd be throwing up. Things are still a little jerky. Driving downtown is a little more complicated than some country road.
Nothing says "LEARN TO DRIVE BITCH!" like rush hour.
I've been craving cigarettes again lately. Don't know why, don't want to give in. Luckily Q won't give me any of his. And even he has severely cut back - especially around me so I don't think he's the culprit.
Hoping this will pass....
On another note, I switched my comments to Haloscan. Everyone seems to be doing it these days. Though I did have a heart attack when my old comments disappeared, but I got them back. Took me forever to figure it out too. I need to go back to school and learn some HTML and CSS coding. It's been way too long.
Still haven't made up my mind on whether to keep Haloscan or not. Anyone have any opinions either way?
The other night I had some pretty weird dreams. At one point I was in a haunted house with some blond girl. I knew it was haunted, but wanted to stay the night anyways.
All these scary things happened, which I don't remember, but apparently I was moaning and whimpering and thrashing around in my sleep. This sort of freaked Q out considering I typically go into a lifeless coma when my head hits the pillow.
The only thing I remember is this hard cover book on a table which flipped open by itself. The pages were blank, but then the words "GET OUT" started appearing letter by letter, line by line until both open pages were full. Then it flipped to the next page and continued. The words appeared faster and faster and the pages flipped quicker and quicker until it became a blur and the book suddenly slammed shut. It was all weird stuff like that in the dream - no bloody ghosts or demons, and alas no Ryan Reynolds running around in wet pajama bottoms sitting deliciously below his hips.
Then later in a new dream, I was out in a park having a picnic with lots of people I didn't recognize. Actually some were from the In A Fix tv show (but no Sparky - sigh, why must my dreams disappoint me so). We were carving out these giant watermelons which had been cut in half. Then they were filled with raw ground beef until it was spilling out and put on a stove top to cook.
Maybe that's when I started freaking out in my sleep.
Enjoying the car.
Love having a CD player that plays MP3's. But it gets kind of annoying to have to skip through 70 songs to get to the one you want. I may not retire my iPod so soon after all.
K said my car looked like a Saab- she was right. Dickey and I saw a Saab yesterday that looked almost exactly like my Elantra. So those Koreans aren't so original after all. Oh well, love it anyways. I think I may change my plate to SAWB and start wearing one of the Bolex watches Dickey keeps saying he wants.
Got the car last night. Nothing too interesting to report. All was well and I didn't have to get bitchy-er. Although after signing my life away, I realized that I had forgotten a void cheque. They started to give me a hard time about releasing the car without the cheque, but soon came to their senses when they realized they'd have to deal with not one - but two bitchy fags not getting their way. I faxed it in this morning.
Glad to report that I did not stall the car on the way out, or anytime at all last night. But I did have a fit when halfway home I realized that I'd left my cell phone in the Echo. I can be so freaking absent minded at times. I told Q that he should get me a blond pony-tail wig and a t-shirt with "Chrissy" on the front for being so ditzy. He was a little too quick to agree. Now I have to go all the way up to Newmarket again on Saturday to get the damn thing.
Our friend Wop met up with us to see the car. He then proceeded to throw a handful of change into it. Apparently it's some italian tradition for good luck. But you have to keep the change somewhere in the car for the entire time you own it.
Well I finally get my car tonight!!!
Buying a car is so stressful. Why can't I just say "I'll take that one" and give the cashier my debit card? All this business with registration, breaking my lease and insurance is such a pain in the ass. Not to mention I am changing my insurance broker and insurance company.
fax fax fax sign sign sign fax fax sign & fax.
Hopefully the dealership will not screw me over. I've been on their ass for days making sure that I am getting the exact deal that they laid out to me weeks ago.
In white pants no less.
I swear, if those were teeth, she'd need braces.
I just went to the Drudge Report site which had the headline "Pope Benedict XVI: R A T Z I N G E R."
I initially thought it said something about Pat Benetar. Since when is she ever front page news?
By the way, here is a bit of info on the new 78 year old (so we get to do this again in a few years?) pope:
Born in Bavaria on April 16, 1927, Ratzinger was a leading theology professor and then archbishop of Munich before taking over the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith in 1981.
In that office, Ratzinger disciplined Latin American "liberation theology" theologians, denounced homosexuality and gay marriage and pressured Asian priests who saw non-Christian religions as part of God's plan for humanity.
In a document in 2000, he branded other Christian churches as deficient -- shocking Anglicans, Lutherans and other Protestants in ecumenical dialogue with Rome for years.
1. 4 people became sick with e-coli when they drank bad milk. Authorites suspect that the milk was bought from a van somewhere south of Barrie. Who buys contraband milk from a van on the side of the road?
2. Port Hope High School (my stellar post-secondary institute) is having an alumni reunion at the end of July. On the Friday night, alumni from the 1920's to the 60's is invited to gather at The Beamish House. Anyone who attended in the 70's and 80's are to go to Broghan's Lane, and people from 1990 on are asked to go to the Dunkeld. But, "please feel free to visit all venues." I don't think that Port Hope has any other bars that don't sell recycled beer.
Then, on Saturday, for only $30.00 you can go to the big dance at the Jack Burger Sports Complex from 8pm to 1am!!!! There will even be a live DJ and everything! WOW!! Nothing like partying in the local hockey arena.
Finally on Sunday, when you are all tired out from that late night of partying, you can pay $5.00 for a lovely continental breakfast at delectible & delicious Port Hope High School Cafeteria. That's followed by a rededication ceremony (????) and an open church service.
I am not making any of this up.
And no I am not going. It's not worth my $30 dollars to show up at the arena in full leather gear with a red hanky in my pocket with Q on a leash to say a big Fuck You to all the losers who were so cool in high school, but then didn't know what else to do with their lives once they weren't so cool anymore. If it was free - maybe.
3. I have a number of Jewish clients. One them is named Chaim (which is loosely pronounced hyme). I called his office the other day, and when the receptionist answered I said "Hello, is Chaim in?" I almost had blood dripping down my shirt as I clamped down extra hard on my tongue to stop from laughing at what I'd just said.
4. I used to love Choose Your Own Adventure books as a kid. I'd read and re-read them over and over again. Got a few good laughs from somethingawful.com who changed the titles of some the books.
5. The Amityville Horror remake is a kick-ass horror movie. Very well done and scary. Not cheesy at all. I don't usually get scared by horror flicks, but this one got me a few times. I've never heard so many screams in a movie theatre in my life (none were from me though!)
I've decided that Ryan Reynolds is my new 2nd boyfriend. In this movie he is ripped, and has this sexy 70's porn star beard happening. They even left some chest hair for me to revel in. It doesn't hurt that he spends part of the film running around in nothing but pyjama bottoms which sit just below his hips.
Ending.
Just one psychological drama after another.
- erasure
Woke up thinking about psycho ex this morning. Don't know why. Those 2 lines from Drama are so fitting of him.
Q and I were in Port Hope on the weekend for my parent's anniversary. They've been driving each other crazy for 35 years. We had to go into town to get some last minute things for dinner and decided to stop at the new Tim Hortons. My sister warned me that the people there were sort of, umm - special, and she wasn't kidding. How anyone manages to put every single doughnut upside down on the tray is beyond me.
So we decided to sit for a few minutes and enjoy the show. At some point a black man came up to the cash and asked for three green teas with nothing in them. The cashier hands him the teas and says "Three green teas black." The man suddenly got all put out with this insulted look on his face because what he heard was "Three green teas, Black."
The girl saw the look on his face and retorted with "There's no need to get so upset, it just means that there's nothing in them."
Q and I were almost pissing ourselves laughing.
Gotta love hick town.
I've been feeling like crap lately. Actually I've been feeling like crap for quite a while. In the past year I have watched my energy level go way down and my weight go up. The past few months have been the worst. Lots of stomach problems have left me fatigued, bitchier than normal, and generally uncomfortable all the time. It got to the point where anything I ate made me feel sick, and if I didn't eat I'd feel sick plus my hypoglycemia would act up and make everything worse.
Until I met Will.
It's a small world. I met my friend K last year when she began working in my office. We became friends, and when I wanted a new hairdo, she introduced me to Kuttie. Kuttie quickly became my most favourite hair-doer in the world. Last time I went in, she asked how I was, and since I like to complain, I went into how my stomach had been switched with it's evil twin from an alternate universe. Turns out she knew exactly what I was going through, as she has had the same problems most of her life. She claimed that no doctors or specialists had really helped until she went to see a Naturalpath.
She referred me to Will, who I promptly called and made an appointment with. When I went to see him, we both recognized each other but couldn't place where. Then it dawned on me that we had met in March at the SNAP event - when my friend Leut introduced him to me as his boyfriend!
Goddman this world is tiny.
Anyways, Will diagnosed that my liver and spleen Chi were out of wack. He put me on yet another restrictive diet (this time tailored to my needs), gave me a couple of chinese herb pills to take before eating, and did some acupuncture. Saying that my liver or spleen Chi is unbalanced my sound like total crap to some people, but the man knew what he was talking about.
It's been just one week, and I am feeling better and more alive than I have in months, and I have lost weight too. Granted, I can't enjoy breakfast anymore. Instead I have to eat congee - one cup of rice added to 8 cups of water and cooked for 6 hours. Sounds delicious doesn't it? It's basically pre-digested food so my body won't have to work at it. I have also cut out alcohol (again), sugar, raw vegetables, cold foods, carbonated beverages (bye bye beer), fresh fruit (it really sucks), fruit juice and many other tasty foods that make life worth living. Eventually I will be able to slowly introduce them back into my diet, but not for another few weeks.
The man is a miracle worker and I will only have to see him a few more times. The main difference I have noticed between the way he works, and the way my doctor works, is that he is very interested in getting to the root of the problem and all the factors that contribute to it. Doctors, I find, want to mask the symptoms and cure everything with some sort of pill. Not that I don't think it helps, but it really pays to explore one's options.
Case in point - my doctor's diagnosis (though he was very supportive of my visiting Will):
I have Acid Reflux and should take a prescription medicine every day to lower the acid - it's the same one that I already took for a month which worked for a few weeks but then started making me feel crappy again.
BTW - if anyone reading this in Toronto is interested, Will is at the Danforth Progressive Health Center (Broadview & Danforth), 416-462-1735.
As much as I wanted an orange car, it didn't happen. Very few cars look good orange, and alas the Hyundai Elantra GT 5 door does not. Nor do they even provide that option. However, I do like the silver.
With a full-on winter storm pounding us from above, Q and I decided to go ahead with our plan to look at cars on Saturday. The first and last place we stopped at was Hyundai. Of course I wanted the Tiburon, but I'm not going through a mid life crisis yet. So I settled on taking the Elantra out for a test drive.
The five door looked a little bit nicer than the 4, and had a ton more cargo room too. We took an automatic out, and I discovered that I really liked the car. Q has been preaching the praises of standard transmission lately, so I decided to take one of those out too. I liked this one a whole lot more.
Did I mention we just went to look?
Well, with no money down, 0% financing, and a 5 year/100,000 km warranty, it was hard to pass up. Plus they will take my Echo off of my hands without even seeing it first. It still has 21 months of lease left, but I want to get rid of it. so I have to pay that off too, which raised the price $4000.00. That equaled about $30.00 more a month, which is manageable. The car is more expensive than my current, but the insurance will go down, which will help balance the monthly cost.
I haven't been happy with the Echo lately as there is this funky transmission problem (which Toyota denies), it needs new tires and wipers and brake work. I have realized that I do not want to sink a lot of money into a car that I do not own. Even with having to pay off the lease, Q still thought that it was a good idea. He's a smart man, and I trust his judgement completely. Plus he's great to bring along for bargaining power.
Since I plan on keeping this for a while, I decided to get the best package. I also got a leather wrapped steering wheel and shifter, brushed metal accents around the dash and a sunroof.
When I asked Joe, the salesman when I could get the car, he was all like "When do you want it? Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday?" So I left it in his hands to find me one for this week. Didn't happen.
I called on Monday, but he didn't have an answer. I called on Tuesday morning, but he didn't have an answer. So I called back in the afternoon and left a message. Wednesday he called me and said that it would be about 8 - 10 days before I could get it. Let's just say that that didn't sit well. I wasn't in the greatest of moods, and was more than willing to throw a hissy fit. So hissy fit I did. I explained to him how unhappy and disappointed I was with the news, as he had led me to believe that I could have had the car sooner rather than later. I ended the conversation by telling him that I was a very unhappy customer. He promised to make it up to me. Unless the car comes with a bound and naked Ryan Reynolds in the backseat awaiting my orders, I don't think that there's much he can do. Poor bastard. He's new to the job and got me as customer.
I then called the owner of the dealership to convey my unhappiness, telling him that I didn't appreciate being lied to, or being promised something just so that I would sign a deal and then not have them follow up on it. He apologized, saying that's not what happened and accepted responsibility for the fuckup because Joe is new. Apparently there are a ton of GT models around Ontario, but none with a sunroof (Joe didn't know that). I have to wait for that to arrive by boat in Vancouver and then be shipped here.
So that's my car story.
Work is hell. I have too much to do, and no time to do it.
*** stupid blogger. i tried to post this last night but the servers were down ****
