Daily Archives: October 29, 2007

unhappy

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This question may be about 30 years late in the asking, but how do you cope with not getting your way?

I want a pug, very badly. I’m presently at the stage where pictures of pug puppies make me sniffly – okay, let’s be honest, they make me actually cry – because I want a pug so very much. I’ve done all the research, I know what to expect, I can afford a pug, I happen to have oodles of free time to care for one. So why don’t I have a pug?

Well, contrary to this post made earlier this year, Ed is no longer open to us getting a pug. At one point in time he was actually (so he told me) okay with it. We were going to wait until our debt was taken care of, then look into getting a pug. Yay! Pug for Kimli! What a happy day that would be!

The year rolled on, our debts went away, and .. Ed doesn’t want to get a dog. Ever. Nope, not going to happen, never ever no dog for you. The end. No dog. Tough luck for you, but Ed does not want a dog so a dog we do not have.

I imagine this is somewhat similar to the “yes babies/no babies” discussion, except I can’t accidentally show up pregnant with a pug one day and suggest that some sort of higher deity willed it to happen.

I want a dog. I am increasingly resentful and bitter towards Ed for going back on his word that he’d be okay with getting a dog and for stringing me along until it was time then oops changing his mind. I am angry that his opinion on this matter seems to be the final decision, knowing that the reverse could be said about my decision to get a dog should I suddenly show up with one. I am sad and mad and not glad and did I mention the resentful and bitter because those two are really the important ones here. I am annoyed that I am married, because this would not be an issue if I was single. That may be a little irrational – talk to me again when I’m not so upset – but it’s also probably not healthy to daydream of packing up and running away and getting a dog and a Del Sol and a little townhouse in Kits and anything else that I feel my current marital status is keeping me from.

I know I could just show up one day with a pug, but that doesn’t seem like a very fair solution either. Maybe I could distract him and then sneak a pug into the house. Does someone have a car or a hockey I could borrow?

Seriously, though: how do you cope with not getting your way?

to serv and proteck

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I am a hardened criminal.

Last night I picked up Miranda, and we headed to the airport to fetch Josh and Shan from their weekend trip to exotic Regina. We were most of the way through downtown when we were pulled over by a cop. I immediately checked to see if my lights were on – they were – then ran through the other possibilities for my being harassed by The Man. I wasn’t speeding, I didn’t go through a red or even yellow light, I didn’t cut anyone off, and I didn’t do that thing where you go around a corner on two wheels. I was confused but open-minded; perhaps there was a mistake. Maybe they were looking for a REAL criminal who happened to drive a white Mazda 3 and thought perhaps I was that criminal. Miranda fished my registration out of the glove box, I rolled down my window, and said hello to The Man (who was actually a young woman).

“Hello there, I pulled you over because you made a right hand turn from Richards onto Helmcken, and that is illegal between 11pm and 6am.”

It was 11:03pm.

Are you fucking shitting me.

She went on to tell me that I had tinted front windows and that was also illegal, and could I please hand over my license and registration.

WHAT THE FUCK!

Okay, the tinted windows – that is 100% Ed’s fault, as he actually paid money to have them slathered with illegality. But the turn? Three minutes into a really bizarre time restriction? On a Sunday night? On GRANVILLE, three days before Halloween? Seriously, isn’t there a bar fight or stabbing she should be breaking up instead of pulling me over? Grrrrr.

She came back and handed me my stuff along with a nice $109 ticket. The ticket wasn’t for the turn, but for the windows. We get a lovely $25 discount if we pay the ticket within 30 days, but that’s still a $84 fine for something Ed insisted we pay for the privilege of having installed. Guess how awesome this is? That’s right; it totally isn’t at all.

I would so make Ed pay this, but all our money is linked and I’m the one who’ll actually have to go through the process of paying it anyway, so why bother.

I looked over the ticket while we were waiting for the flight to come in. To add insult to injury, the cop thinks I am very old (she didn’t check off the Young Person box), and she SPELLED VANCOUVER WRONG. I should get a 100% discount just for that alone – any respect for her authority I may have had went flying out my tinted windows when I saw that. Spelling mistakes infuriate me. Spelling mistakes made by people with guns still infuriate me, but there’s less I can do about it. How do you spell the name of the city you live in (and serve and protect and have plastered all over your CAR) wrong? What the hell, dude. I am more disgusted over that than I am the ticket itself. Illiterate bastards.

The winner of the Haiku contest will be posted this afternoon, I promise!