Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Time Tickets

Summer registration at the U began on Monday.  There's a specific course I want and there is only capacity for 7 students.  The other is just a distance course and there's always room in those.  So I woke up early on Monday to log-in only to discover that all students were given "Time Tickets" to register.  Mine is today at 9:00 a.m.  The seats are gradually released each day in order to give all students equal opportunity to register.  What the fuck man? Really?  Oh well.  So it's 8:58 and I've been online ready to register for the last 20 minutes.  And imagine if I don't get in?  Ha!  Just my luck.  8:59 now!  Gotta fly...

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As if there was any doubt, eh?  All registered.  Now I just need to come up with about a grand.  Jesus.

Update:  I meant to include the following statement:  Any donation, large or small*, to assist my my greater education plans would be graciously appreciated**.  You can email me directly at michelle.belle@live.com and I will provide you with my mailing address.

Thank you.

*Cash only please.  In fact, for greater clarification purposes,  $50 or $100 dollar bills only.   

**Tax receipts cannot be issued at this time. 

Friday, March 18, 2011

Golden Moments!

Another proud parent moment:

It's the last year of Science Fair projects and we finished with a bang!  Gold award received (again) as well as the opportunity to represent the school at the divisionals!  And this time, the kid did it pretty much all on his own.  I did a little editing to his work, helped design, paste and of course, pay for all the required materials.  I mean, what are parents for if not expert gluers with an unlimited bank account, right?


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The new job is quite fantastic with challenging files and complex work.  What isn't so fantastic is that I'm fucking exhausted from actually having to use my brain for 8 hours a day.  Ugh.

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I keep running into old friends in Winnipeg Square and my social calendar has never been so full!  I haven't eaten out so much in years!  I ran into one girl and was reminded about one of the last times I was ever in a bar.  At night.  With a crowd of people.  Remember those days?  Anyway, it was the only time I've ever actually been "picked up" by a man.  There was a group of .... mentally challenged (pc term?) people, and one of the men really really liked me.  His worker came up to me and told me that I'd make (whatever his name was) so happy if I would dance with him.  Just one dance?  Please?  I look out to the dance floor -- empty!  Oh God. I thought for a moment and said "sure!" - let's get this party started!  The man took my hands, walked with me to the very empty dance floor and swayed with me to the music.  The look on his face was majestic.  It took such little effort on my part and he was the happiest man in the bar.  It was a very fine moment for both of us for very different reasons I imagine.

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Spring is here!  Know how I know?  My car is usually green in colour but it's turned a very dirty grey and there's a maze of dog poop in the back yard.  Yuck.  That's the general description of Spring, isn't it?

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I got up early this morning to go to the gym.  Yah, I've been slacking a little in that department but I've been making it twice a week lately, so at least that's something.  So I arrive at the gym, start walking towards the door and realize that I left my passcard in my other jacket.  Shit.  So I had a smoke, drove home and made coffee.  There's always tomorrow.

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Saturday Morning Deep Thoughts, by Michelle

I heard on the radio the other day an advertisement for all-you-can-eat pancakes at Perkins for $2.99, and ever since I've been craving the damn things.  Pancakes.  Flapjacks. Silver Dollars.  Butter Gutters. Panky Doos.  Griddlebacks. Chuck Norris Crepes.  Whatever they are called, I love 'em.  Fluffy light pancakes smeared in (real!) butter and Aunt Jamima butter flavoured syrup, oh dear God, they are good.  Like little bits of heavenly sweetness that melt in your mouth.  If there is a heaven that is what I would imagine it would taste like.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Pocket Change

So before class tonight, I stepped into the library to hit up Starbucks for a shot of caffeine to help keep me awake.  These 3 hour classes are killer, seriously, and quite literally, a pain in the ass too.  But anyway, I'm looking at their fancy ass $10 coffees (slight exaggeration), and notice they have one that's called a Cocoa Cappuccino.  Fascinating, eh?  So I ordered it.  It’s a mix of hot chocolate and coffee.  I really don't know what I was expecting but that certainly wasn't it.  Can I have my $6 back please?

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I'm quite pleased with myself these days.  It's almost payday and I actually still have money in my wallet.  That's unheard of in my world.  Funny how some things just never.... change.....(ba dum dum).

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Had to give the kid $3.00 today so he can pick up his big white board for his science fair project.  Guess what I'll be doing this weekend?

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Bought a new car on the weekend.  Well, we leased it.  A new Honda Civic, and we traded in the Suz.  It's a sharp looking car.  I still love my Alero though so I doubt I'll be driving the new car much anyway.  But still, it's nice for a car I guess.  It's not like it's this season's Jimmy Choo's or anything.  Like, c'mon.

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I wonder how much I'll get back on my tax return this year.  Guess I need to print off my school receipts so that the man can figure that out for me.  He's good at stuff like that.

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I can't wait for my secret bling store to open up in May.  I need to add to my collection of already fantastic bling.  I'm glad it's a secret store because then everyone would be wearing the same bling and that's just boring.

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Birthday season is just around the corner!  One after another, after another, after another. Please start sending me your lists now.  I have no idea what to get you people.

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And it's also budget time in my house and that means we get to sit down and discuss our finances for the year!  We live on the edge, oh yes we do, and the fun just never stops.

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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Small Annoyances

Don't you just hate:

1.  When you lay in bed and come up with all sorts of come back lines that you could have used instead of what you did?

2.  When you're continually being ID'ed when you buy smokes?

3.  When you read sentences like this:  "The superfluous application of exrinsic rewards to intrinsically motivated behaviour that will undermine intrinsic motivation is referred to as the overjustification hypothesis."?

4.  When you order a favourite food from a restaurant and you can't smell or taste it?

5.  When you go into the freezer to get ice for your drink and there are only empty ice cube trays?

6.  When you think you look really hot and then, an hour later, look in a mirror and see that you're sporting an especially attractive coffee moustache?

7.  When you're making a cup of tea in the lunch room at your new job and you've just stuffed an entire cookie in your mouth and a really attractive lawyer walks in to pour a cup of coffee and starts making conversation with you?  This is even better when your nose is totally stuffed and you can only breath through your mouth so really, you're just spewing cookie crumbs everywhere, trying (and so totally failing) to maintain what little composure you have left.

8.  When you have a paper due and it's the last thing you feel like doing so you decide to blog instead?

9.  When you don't go to the gym for a week and feel like a bag of shit when your jeans are just a little tighter?

10.  And don't you just hate when you're procrastinating and there's nothing left to procrastinate about and you realize that you just have to set your mind to the task which lead you to procrastinating in the first place?

Yeah.

Me too.

Friday, March 4, 2011

The Nose Knows

The sense of smell:  olfaction. 
The sense of taste:  gustation

And oh how it sucks when a head cold sucks these senses right out of you.  My understanding is that the loss of these particular senses results from mucus congestion.  Well, whatever the case, for someone like me, not being able to smell or taste food is like....is like.....well....it's just horrible. Never mind the fact I'm coughing and sputtering and blowing my nose every 2 minutes (which is especially attractive when trying to make a good impression at a new workplace), but what's worse is that I am unable to taste or smell anything!!

I don't like this, not one bit.

*pout*