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that thing i do

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I have a brutal migraine that is not going away through conventional methods, so I am trying to *think* the fucker away.

Ed asked me last night why I plan things.

Honestly, I’m not quite sure.

We were talking about birthdays and events, and I was thinking out loud about what needed to be done to make the next Big Outing work for everyone involved. Halfway through my stream of thought, Ed asked me why I do it and I didn’t really have a good answer.

Part of it is because I’m afraid no one else will. Everyone I know gets so frustrated when the majority of the day is spent sitting around saying “what do you want to do?” “I dunno, what do YOU want to do?” that it’s just easier if a game plan is laid out beforehand. It’s also because with groups larger than 2 or 3, there are things to consider that may be overlooked – but since I’m so anal about details, I try to cover it. Yes, the planning is a little fun – but most of the time it’s a huge hassle, since people don’t necessarily appreciate the fact that I try to arrange stuff so there are no potentially disastrous situations.

I also tend to worry a lot. A big part of why I don’t enjoy 4×4’ing is because of the unknown – while I am almost always up for Adventure, something about driving off where you shouldn’t and without cell service or a non-homicidal human around for miles makes my inner anal spasm. What if we fall in a ditch? What if we drive into an 8’ deep puddle of crocodiles and can’t get out? What if our entire group goes missing and no one notices we’re gone for 2 weeks and we have to resort to cannibalism? As the juiciest, I’m sure to get eaten first – and did anyone bring napkins and ketchup? I truly do love Adventures, but I am just not that crazy about the Unknown outside of my comfort zone (which, to be fair, is a very large zone).

Also, I *hate* getting dirty.

When it comes to planning Events – birthdays, holidays, Big Fun Things – those I do out of love. I love my peoples, even if they drive me crazy sometimes (and vice versa – I am not much fun to be around when I am in a terrible mood). I plan things that would be fun for everyone because I love my friends and I want people to have good times. I worry about people’s birthdays – even and especially if they don’t – because I want them to know they’re loved and appreciated (and because everyone should feel special on their birthday).

That’s probably the answer right there: I do what I do because I am an anal retentive control freak with an eye for details, a wicked memory, and big squishy love for those I care about.

Awww.

My head still hurts.

field of dongs

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I am being cockblocked, and I do not like it one bit.

I can’t really say much more about it, so I’ll just leave it at that: there are cocks, they are in my way, and it’s making me grumpy.

Bah.

where’s your messiah now

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From a work email:

Canadian Christian College University exceeded the number of daily allowable email sent with 3674 emails on May 30, 2008.

Those wily Christians and their excessive email!

I’m working from home today, and are therefore more busy than if I were in the office.

Also, I’m no longer getting a custom plate for Oscar because it costs the exact same as the repair for my SqueePC. When all is said and done, I’d much rather than portable computing power than yet another way to make my scooter more obviously mine.

It is June, so it is officially my birthday.

get yer pitchfork, ma

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Four people somewhere are missing their right feet, but nobody really cares because

SOMEONE TRIED TO SELL A BABY ON CRAIGSLIST!!!!!111ONEone

Watch me generate ire with the following sentence:

What’s the big fucking deal?

People are shocked and horrified and scandalized and scarred for life that a local couple attempted to sell their newborn baby on Craigslist in Vancouver.

To hear local busybodies and law enforcement speak of it, you would think that no one has ever, in the history of mankind, committed a more heinous act than attempting to see a child via the internet on Craigslist.

I do not understand the violent reactions.

Okay, they probably shouldn’t have put the baby up for sale. But let’s take a look at the situation:

  • The parents are drug addicts
  • They can’t afford or even want the child, and said as much
  • To me, it sounds as though they are not very intelligent people
  • The media is filled with reports of rich famous people adopting children from all over – even adopting kids who already have parents, just not wealthy ones

Put yourself in their shoes. You’re young, dumb, addicted to drugs, and stuck with a baby that was not planned for and that you cannot afford to bring up with any sort of normalcy.

What do you do?

  • They could have aborted it
  • They could have tossed it in a dumpster when it was born

Or

  • They could have researched adoption methods
  • They could have left it on a doorstep somewhere (and probably be tracked down and vilified anyway)

Or

  • They could have tried to get in contact with a black market adoption scheme
  • They could have attempted a private sale

I just don’t understand the horror. Okay, selling a baby isn’t a good idea. We’ve established that. If you’re a drug addict, do you think clearly? You’re a drug addict with a newborn child, and you’re at the end of your frayed rope. There’s desperation. There’s a lack of sleep. Maybe there’s withdrawal. What would you do?

I’d probably come to the same conclusion: let’s sell it. People want babies, right? Rich famous people everywhere are adopting kids from all over! Maybe they’ll take ours!

There could be a healthy sense of humour: I’m stressed out and having a baby sucks. Let’s put it on Craigslist! It’ll be hilarious!

Read some of the comments people are posting on the news article, and tell me if you’re not almost as disgusted with the reactions are you are the whole scenario.

It’s terrible that junkies are allowed to have a baby! Can you imagine how you’d feel if your parents did that to you! (I’d probably be relieved – the junkies gave me a potentially better life) Stupid people should be castrated! What is the world coming to! DRUGS! Everyone is on DRUGS! We should KILL ALL THE DRUG USERS! Won’t someone THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!

What would you rather this pair of dimwitted asshats with an internet connection have done?

Is there truly no alternative than to force unfit, unwilling parents to raise a child? Who’s worse off: the child raised by drug addicts, or the child given away?

Everyone is flipping the fuck out and wanting to lynch these people.

I think they were just really, really dumb.

I dunno.

I wonder how much time or money the screamers who are so Worried About the Children have donated to the earthquake/cyclone aid effort.

one of them

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I’m that person.

The person in line ahead of you in Starbucks.

The one ordering the drink so complicated the barista has to repeat it twice.

I’m the chubby round girl ordering not one but two snacks (in separate bags please) and then having the nerve to order her drink non-fat, like it’ll actually make a difference (disclaimer: one snack is breakfast; the other is for later when I’m about to pass out from hunger but can’t leave the lab because I have back-to-back meetings from 11 until 5) (also, I just plain don’t do whole milk).

Yep, I’m the iced-venti-5-pump-non-fat-easy-ice-tazo-chai-latte.

Sorry ’bout that.

Thanks for that dirty look, though. It made me feel super.

awash with cute

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I had to stop in at the vet yesterday to pick up some cat food for the monsters. While I was waiting, a tech came out with a cat carrier and set it on a chair. Inside the carrier was the tiniest, cutest little light gray kitten – it poked its nose through the bars and looks around and generally was just so adorable I was beside myself with girlish glee.

And just when I was about to pee myself from the cute, an even SMALLER tabby kitten poked its head out from behind the gray kitten. I almost died. It was SO CUTE, and now I want 15 kittens so I can pile them atop me and explode with tiny fuzzy kitty love.

Squeeeee!

The meeting with the Lab CEO that I was so afraid of yesterday went swimmingly, so much so that I got a visit after it was all said and done and was praised up and down and sideways. This is cool. I like praise. Of course, now I have a whole lot more work to do, but that’s okay. If it all gets to be too much, I will smuggle in some kittens.

I am thinking about getting personalized license plates for Oscar.

some fun now

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It wasn’t a long weekend, but it sure felt like one. In fact, I don’t remember what we did Friday night. I don’t think it was anything special – there may have been arguing – but the rest of the weekend was great, so that’s okay.

Ed and I slept in on Saturday, then decided to take advantage of the epic weather and scoot all over the place. We ended up in Steveston and wandered around a pier for a little while before exploring the farms and dykes in South Richmond. The weather was glorious, and the ride was very enjoyable (even with the massive insect on a kamikaze mission into my collarbone mid-ride). We stopped in at Scooter to talk upgrades, went to my favourite toy store for some stickers and goodies, and came home to eat fish n’ chips and watch the first game of the Stanley Cup finals.

Saturday was great, but if anything, Sunday was even better. Shan, Miranda, Ed and I went to the Pink Pearl for some dim sum, and it was fabulous (although still not as good as Don Mee in Victoria, but since nothing can compete, they’re in a class of their own). We dropped Miranda off at home (because if she came to our place, she wouldn’t be able to pee), and Ed and I went outside to work on my scooter. We FINALLY installed the new turn signals and tail lights, and I gave Oscar a bath and stickered him up the wazoo. He looks awesome. The new lights are glorious, and the fancy tiara does a lot to hide the scratches on the front fender from my tumble last year. Yay for new scooter parts! Yay for nice weather!

I even got sunburned – my boobs and arms are red and tender. It’s been so long since we’ve had any real sun that I forgot about the burning and the cancers, but from now on I’ll be covered in 750SPF sunscreen from head to toe.

Today is not as much fun as yesterday. In addition to that whole “back to work” thing, I have to give a presentation this afternoon to the CEO of the lab. That is scary, and I do not want to do it. I am much better at sitting in a corner and being unobtrusive; giving an Important Presentation (that I created) is scary and so very official.

If I get through the presentation in one piece, I think I will have earned some ice cream.

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