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Harper Visits Saint John…

Published September 28, 2009 - 1 Comment

Prime Minister Stephen Harper was in town today. 

*yawn*

Apparently he was here to deliver an economic update.

*yawn*

I didn’t even know that he was coming to the port city until I was on my drive home this morning, and heard it on the radio.  One of the radio stations was offering $973 to anyone who could get Stephen Harper to come into the station and talk to them.  I don’t know if they were successful with that or not.  I slept all day and didn’t hear what he had to say until I woke up several hours after he had already left.

I think that the one thing that struck a chord with me was that ‘an unnecessary fall election is not in the best interest of Canadians’.  I’m paraphrasing because I heard the sound bite on the radio, and I don’t remember the exact wording.  But yes…  I think that’s about the only thing that I agree with no questions asked. 

This country has had far too many federal elections in the past couple of years.  It almost feels like we’re overdue, but we keep having the same outcome.  A Conservative minority government.  Until the Liberals can manage to put someone at the helm of their party who inspires confidence with everyday Canadians, I think that we’re going to continue on this same path.  So why bother wasting more money and going to the polls, only to have the exact same outcome the day after the polls close.  It’s ludicrous.

That’s not a vote for you, Stephen.  It’s simply a matter of fact.

Ode to Friendship

Published September 27, 2009 - 11 Comments

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*smile*

Old Man Winter.. How I Despise Thee…

Published September 26, 2009 - 2 Comments

I absolutely refuse to turn the heat on before October 1!  It’s been a “rule” of mine for as long as I’ve been paying for heat.  I’ll wrap myself in a blanket (or three), like an enchilada and shuffle around… but I won’t turn on the heat.  I’d rather break the piano into pieces of firewood and roast marsh mellows in the dining room.  But that thermostat won’t budge until October!

This morning, when I stepped outside at 6am and took a breath of that crisp air, I thought to myself “what a nice morning”.  Then promptly dashed to my car, whereby I noticed something peculiar about the state of its being…    IT WAS COVERED IN THICK FROST!  The first frost of the season.

Frost wouldn’t be so bad except that:

a. I don’t have a scraper in the car, and probably couldn’t find it in the house if I had to.

b. Although my car heater works, the direction switch doesn’t, and instead of blowing hot air on the windshield where I want it, it blows directly in my face, lulling me to sleep.  That makes for a very interesting (ie dangerous) drive to work in the morning.  I was pretty much almost there before I could see through the windshield properly, and resolved to biting the bullet and calling Kia on Monday to have that fixed. 

I hate cars.  I hate winter.  I hate cars in winter.

Telemarketer Madness!

Published September 24, 2009 - 6 Comments

I’m generally the most patient person you’re ever going to meet.  There are a few exceptions… I hate waiting in lines, I don’t particularly enjoy waiting on hold, and I loathe telemarketers, especially the uncooperative ones!

Circumstances dictate that my telephone number is the same one that my Grandmother had for years.  She appears to be a favourite of telemarketers.  So much so, that I can look and see the exact same numbers on the call display over and over, sometimes less than 20 minutes between calls.  That’s persistence!

Sometimes I answer and hang up.  Sometimes I don’t answer.  Lately I’ve found that when I answer, there’s no one there.  That’s frustrating.  Sometimes when I answer, and explain that I’m not the person who made those “generous donations in the past”, and that my Grandmother hasn’t lived here in over 2 years, the person is understanding and says that they will remove her from their list.  Sometimes, they ask me to carry on the tradition of my Grandmother.  And then sometimes, they tell me that only my Grandmother can have the number removed, and ask how they can contact her.

That’s what happened tonight.

I don’t normally snap.  And I’m sure that the person on the other end of the phone has heard much worse, but for me, it was snapping.

“Well she’s never going to answer this phone, so stop calling!”

And then I hung up.

I can actually understand when they try to get me to carry supporting whatever cause they’re trying to raise money for.  What I CAN’T understand is when one of them tries to argue with me when I tell him (It’s almost always a man) that I was not the one who made that donation.  I had one tell me that yes, it was me, because this is my phone number.  I hung up on him too.

I think that I’m going to start forwarding these people’s calls to someone else!

Banking Fees are Getting a Tad Ridiculous

Published September 23, 2009 - 4 Comments

It’s nice to see that, in these difficult economic times, Canada’s banks continue to flourish.  And why shouldn’t they?  I pretty much single-handedly support at least one of them.  Between my monthly fees, and all the additional usage fees, I’m surprised that I don’t have a seat at the board.  Whoever came up with the idea of a bank was a freakin’ genius.  I wish it had been me.

I pay $13/month for my supposedly “all inclusive” banking package.  I know that some people refuse to pay that much, but I figured that my monthly withdrawals were significant enough to warrant the higher package.  I could pay just $13/month and not have to worry about any other fees, right?

If only that were true.

If I want to withdraw money from any other bank machine other than my own bank’s, I don’t get charged by my bank, but there’s a nice little charge from the other bank.  OK.  Fine.  I only do that in the rarest of circumstances, but it still burns me.  But here’s the real kicker…

RBC charges $40 for a NSF fee?  I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw that I had been charged $40 after they determined that there were insufficient funds to cover my $25 gym membership withdrawal.  (The fact that it was a gym membership fee that cost me an additional $40 makes it even worse!)  I knew that my balance was low, and deposited cash into the machine to cover the $25.  But it was after 6pm, and even though my balance READ higher than $25, when midnight struck, the computer nailed me with a $40 NSF fee!

I can remember a time when an NSF fee was merely an inconvenience, not a tank of gas!  When the hell did that change?  And to rub it in even more, RBC runs an ad on TV where they mention all the benefits of the particular plan that I have, including “Free Over Draft Protection”.  So I called their helpdesk and asked why I had been charged that ridiculous fee.

“Did you apply for over draft protection, sir?”

*sigh*

I hate these people.  I’d hide my money under the mattress if I have money.  Or a decent mattress.

09/09/09 Is it the End of the World?

Published September 9, 2009 - 0 Comments

“It’s the end of the world, as we know it, and I feel fiiiiiine… ”

So today is kind of a neat day.  Something that doesn’t come around very often.  I don’t really remember them making a fuss about 08/08/08 last year, but I suspect that they did.  They probably mentioned that it was the end of the world then too!  Thankfully, they were wrong.  Oh, and who is “they” anyway? 

So sit back, relax, and enjoy something that you’re not going to be a part of ever again.

Back to Skule…

Published September 8, 2009 - 1 Comment

Back to School

Ahh… as the Staples commercial so rightly exclaims… “It’s the most.. wonderful.. time… of the year…”

Today is back to school day!  It seems a little late, considering that kids in many parts of Canada and the USA have been back to school for weeks.  Ah well, I don’t think that there are too many students complaining!  The weather has only just started to get nice here.  (Although I can do without it getting dark before 9pm)

This is the first September in a couple of years that I haven’t been preparing to take another class to complete that damn BBA degree.  It almost seems wrong that I don’t have any courses left!  That reminds me, I really should put that thing in a frame before it disappears into the whirlwind that is my life’s mess.

I almost miss it.  Almost.  Maybe I should take something else, like one of my friends who doesn’t seem to be happy unless he’s adding yet more letters to the end of his name.  They’re going to have to come up with new letters in the alphabet to accommodate all the degrees and certifications he’ll have by the ripe ole age of 35.  He calls it “ambition”.  I call it “insanity”.

I can’t wait to call my little rugrats tonight and hear about their first day back.  Neither of them were particularly looking forward to going back, but I suspect that will quickly change.  Until the homework kicks in!  🙂

Top 10 Least Trusted Professions

Published September 5, 2009 - 2 Comments

I saw this list on JobBoom, and it made me laugh.  Granted, it’s pretty late (or early, depending on how you look at it) so it doesn’t take much at this hour. 

Surely we’ve all had run-ins with more than a few professions listed here.  I know I have, but I don’t want to spoil the fun, so that’s all I’ll say about that!

Enjoy!

Mr Plumber 101

Published June 13, 2009 - 2 Comments

I decided to have a nice bath yesterday. Apparently when the old farm house was built, showers ranked right up there with insulation… neither existed. I’ve become quite fond of my big old bathtub now. If I knew how to swim, I’m sure that I’d be able to do laps in it. So yesterday I ran the water, and then climbed in to enjoy a nice relaxing soak. I figured that I’d be there for awhile, so I let the hot water continue to run while I lay there. When the water started to get a little on the warm side, I tried to turn the tap with my foot. The water continued to gush from the pipe.

Hmm… odd…

I tried turning it the other way. The water kept coming. Hot water. Real hot water.

I sat up and tried shutting it off with my hands. No go. Now I understand what a lobster feels like. I got out of the tub as quickly as I could, and pulled the plug (that was a pleasant experience). Thankfully the water was draining from the tub faster than it was coming in. The new problem wasn’t so much flooding, as it was trying to figure out how to make the water stop flowing.

I’m not the handiest of men. *chuckle* I looked for a valve in the bathroom, but there wasn’t one. I ran downstairs and checked the different valves in the pantry beneath the bathroom. None of them appeared to be what I wanted. So then I did what any other inept handyman would do when in a time of need.

I called Dad.

After explaining the problem, he confirmed what I was already afraid of… I needed to take a trip into the basement…

I use the word “basement” loosely. I also use the words “dungeon” and “crypt“. They might be better suited to describe where I was now going.

After locating a flashlight, I began to descend into the dark space under the house. It reminded me very much of the scene from The Cask of Amontillado, and I had no idea what lurked behind the locked door. Oh yes, my uncle had given me the tour when I first moved in, but like all good lessons in life, you don’t realize how much you should have paid attention until you actually NEED that information.

I looked around and found the water pump. I also found the hot water tank, an ancient wood stove, several pieces of furniture, and lots and lots of dirt. Yuck. No sign of the family fortune, though. I suspect that it must be buried in the back yard somewhere.

Turning off the water pump wasn’t difficult at all. Turning it back ON after turning off the hot water valve was a little trickier because I had apparently not paid enough attention to the process when I was shown 9 months ago.

But the short of it (finally) is that I now have water pressure, but only cold water… which is great for brushing my teeth and flushing the toilet, but not so good for washing dishes and bathing… and I’ve discovered that boiling water on the stove to wash dishes in is about as effective dropping lit matches into the water.

SPAM Comments?? Oh No…

Published June 9, 2009 - 0 Comments

I was so happy to see that there was a comment from someone who wasn’t a friend or family. I thought that perhaps someone else had stumbled onto my blog, and took the time to read through it. Not sure WHY… but hey, with the old blog I think that a couple of people may have tripped over it by some unknown means.

And then I read the comment.

“Hey great post. You should write more about this!”

Wow. How completely vague and useless. Then I noticed that the person’s signature file included a website for making money on the net, and a tagline about how much they made per week. Perfect! Sign me up! I’ve been looking for a way to make lots of cold hard cash! It’s so difficult to find a quality get-rich-quick scheme. Much better when they come to you!

*sigh*

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