Who exactly is rocking the vote?

I hadn’t thought about the topic of polls since my days back in university statistics class until the topic came up on the Mercer Report this week. It’s funny how governments do actually make decisions based on these figures and how all of our newspapers use them on a daily basis; but for what really? Who answers the phone when an unknown 1-800 number calls anymore? Every person I know in Vancouver under the age of 30 does not even have a landline anymore, they only have cell phones and pollsters do not call cell phones. So who exactly is taking these polls anyway? 80 year olds and crazy people are my guess. I would love to be polled but it looks like that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Oh well, I'd probably just mess with the pollsters anyway and say that I was voting for the Nudist Gardening Party again cause afterall, anything is better than Mayor Sam Sullivan.

It wasn't me

We truly are in an era of shying away from accepting all personal responsibilities and finding new things to blame our shortcomings on. I cannot tell you how many times I hear people who use their friggin’ horoscope as an excuse for their shoddy behaviour. No, you are not jealous and selfish because you are a Libra, you are just plain mannerless and rude. No, you didn’t cancel plans with me because you are a dual sided Gemini who’s other side must have made the plans with me, you broke the plans because you need a day planner. Grow the hell up already people and stop using your horoscope as a cop out.

Interruptasaurus

Do you not get that your constant interrupting, interjections and general butting in are not only disruptive but also rude? Your eavesdropping skills are not yet finely tuned so you tend to interject with something completely unrelated or self-centered and you pipe up in personal conversations that obviously do not concern you. Here's the funny thing: when people interrupt you, you get pissed and complain about how rude it is to be interrupted. Perhaps you should take the hint already?

RATWAY yogurt

The man and I went to Ratway, errr Safeway yesterday afternoon to pick up a few staple items for our take to work lunches for the week. I picked up my fave: Yoplait creamy yogurt and off we skipped, merrily home. So this morning as I was packing my lunch, I glanced at the expiration date on the container and I realized that Ratway had sold me expired yogurt, MF-ers!. So how many days are too many days when it comes to yogurt expiration dates anyway?? Insight anyone?

So popular it hurts

I’m on a really strong medication this week to help fight an infection. The pills do not make me feel too bad except for one thing: I was told by the doctor and the pharmacist that under NO circumstances am I to drink any alcohol as it will end up a la Exorcist and I will be puking/spewing everywhere. Fine, ok, it’s not like I had plans this week any way. Well turns out that the man and I have been invited to all sorts of fancy dinners and fun events with cool friends this week and dammit, I can’t even enjoy a glass of vino with my dinner. God must be punishing me for something.

Jealous much?

What is with people knocking university degrees as of late? I am sick and tired of those with barely a grade 12 education blathering on about how a degree does not make you a better person. University is most certainly not all that; most people I know who make the big bucks did so by attending college and got a trade but still…my degree is more useful than your grade 12 so seriously, shove it. Please understand that I am not bashing your certificate in business admin from Kwantlen College or whatever it is that you possess but obtaining a degree shows that one has work ethic and was able to stick it out for at least 4 years to earn something with their hard work. The next time you diss my degree and say that it’s not all that, I will speak up and make you look stupid…so don’t push me.

Get these mother*&ing idiots of this motherf*&king plane!

Hippie bitch sitting next to me on the Chicago to Vancouver flight; You chose to fall asleep what with your sleep mask, patchoulie sleeping oil and all so when you woke up as we were almost landing and got all pissy because I did not wake you up for a beverage when the cart came by 2 hours ago…you can bite my ass.

Black magnet

It’s kinda funny because when I'm in the ‘Couv, only old men talk to me (50 years old and up sorta thing) and in America, the Black men love me something fierce. I was standing in Starbucks by myself and was ordering my usual when all of a sudden this Black man behind me points at my ring and asks if I am married. I answered in the affirmative and he says “Well that’s ok doll, I’m ok with that”. Umm yeah, glad that’s ok by you dude. He kept asking me where my husband was at, noticed my iPod and offered to escort me to the Apple Store a few blocks away, invited me to the casino, asked where I was staying, etc. I tried to lose him a few times by taking back exits and such but he always kept popping up and finding me until I decided enough was enough and I grabbed a cab back to the hotel. Why does this shit always happen to me?

One night in AC

A group of us were out playing a quiet game of pool and drinking some beers when all of a sudden, the clock struck midnight in Atlantic City and all the blue hairs scurried to bed. We were asked to dump our beer into plastic cups and finish up and leave…WTF kinda town is this anyway??

Dude, where's my internet connection?

Ok, so I go to hook up my laptop so that I can get some work done while on the road and lo and behold, there is no internet hookup in my room to be found (surprise, surprise given this is a Trump Hotel). I call the front desk and ask for assistance and they tell me electrical will come up and help me. I wait for oh about 45 minutes and finally this huuuuge Black guy is at my door; cool I say. He was very efficient and nice but it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. The guy was bigger than a football player yet his voice was higher than mine and about every 20th word or so would dip down low like Barry White..I guess you had to be there.

The Donald needs a lesson in hospitality management

So I am about to step in the shower to have a much needed shower before bedtime because I reek of casino, cigarettes and gin. I turn on the water and quickly realise, ‘hey, there are no towels in this room, only a teeny tiny facecloth!”. So I turn off the shower and call housekeeping and convey my dilemma. I wait and wait and wait and finally at 2am, housekeeping comes by with 8 bath towels. I should not have had to call and ask for towels, they should just be there. What kind of hotel is this anyway?

Arrived in AC

My first impressions of this dump of a city called Atlantic City, New Jersey:

This is the ugliest American city I have ever laid eyes on, hands down.

I can’t get the Sopranos theme song out of my head.

The Trump Marina hotel where we are staying is TACKY: lights, casino sounds, reeks of cigarette smoke and stale booze.

Why is there a huge purple velvet curtain between the beds and the front door in my room?

Everyone visting here is old: there is far too much purple and cheetah print walking around.

Holy shit there are a lot of scooters here. The restaurants and the casinos have scooter parking out front.

The honeymoon is over

I am a duvet imperialist. I like nothing more than cuddling into my duvet and wrapping it around myself like a cocoon; my man however is less than enthusiastic about this practice. So after almost 10 years together we have decided that the honeymoon is now over and the time has come for us to be oh so European and do the separate duvet thing for sanity’s sake. After obsessing about it and what will people say when they come to our home and see this and think that we have relationship issues, I decided to do some internet research and I see that this practice is perfectly normal and has helped to improved marriages if anything so yeah, we’re going to give it a go.