Afraid of Diving

I got tired of this blog... sooooo...

I have moved. You can now check me out at:
From Nat's Brain

Hope to see you there.

N.

... pants on fire.

Now if I could find a link, life would be grand! After claiming military families were opposed to showing images of military people returning home. CBC, through access to information, has learned that in fact, pressure to withhold images of dead soldiers being repatriated came from... wait for it... the Minister of Defense and the PMO.

Next I suspect there will be a revision of the access to information laws. Watch for it.

No matter what she wears...
No matter who she fucks...
No matter how hard she tries...

Avril Lavigne is not PUNK. (Neither is the guy she's marrying for that reason.)

Kids today!

September 20.

Stolen from Suze who stole it from others.

1) List three events that happened on your birthday. Pretty boring day over all.
1519 - Ferdinand Magellan - set sail from Sanlúcar de Barrameda with about 270 men on his expedition to circumnavigate the globe.

1881 - Chester A. Arthur is inaugurated as the 21st President of the United States. (He took over after Garfield died. Stayed on until 1885. One of the ones, we never hear about.)

Alright, I understand it's the War Monument. And I understand that it's probably not the best thing to do to pee on it -- even when intoxicated, when you really really really need to go on Canada Day after the fireworks.

But for god sake's people, aren't we over-reacting just a wee little bit. (hahaha.. I'm punny.) It seems that every cop in the City has been on the look-out for these three boys. Found their men, who turned themselves in, (it's the only way the cops here apprehend people. And sometimes being really fucked up on 'shrooms and confessing, isn't enough to warrant further investigation.) Meanwhie in the city, a man (who looks like every composite sketch of a white man you've ever seen) has tried to abduct teenaged girls. Maybe just maybe there are bigger problems in the city then drunk young adult peeing on monuments... (And the editors of the Citizen ought to be ashamed... for running peeing man on A1, and the composite sketch on the Cover of the City section.)

In honour of the occasion, we did our usual pilgrimage to the hill. A good time, major huge bonus marks to the Farmers for giving out free ice cream (The Boys LOVE ice cream) and cheese curds. Jeff was pretty sure it was heaven on earth when he found the pipers.

Still, in further examples of stupidity. I decided against sunscreen because it "wasn't that hot". I know better -- just sign me up for melanoma. For instance, my shoulders still hurt today, and if I were to tattoo a large maple leaf on my chest I'd look like the Canadian Flag. (File under dumb.)

... I don't like eating alone. Even at work, I tend to eat in the company of MSN messenger. Sort of like having lunch with friends while pretending to be productive. It stands to reason therefore that I believe families should eat together -- sans TV -- of course. Tonight, it has become obvious that the spirit of the 1800s is among us. The boys took off, while I was preparing dinner -- no big deal really, and Nico did help dish the food out. (Very cute this child.) But the boys ate like Formula One Car coming in for a pit stop. Leaving me sitting there alone to finish my meal... and to clean up. In fact, they paid so little mind to me that it was barely noticed when I went shopping for shoes, and returned 90 minutes later.

Hiya,

Ok, so I'm having issues with my spammers in the comment section so until I figure it all out. You can comment only if you're a registered user.

We shall see if this works...

N.

I used to think that a bad album from a band you love is still better 90 per cent of the stuff out there. This proves me wrong.

So, out of some sort of weird sense of duty even though I'd hated every thing I'd heard from it, I picked up the new Live album, Songs from a Black Mountain. I would give you a full review except that I turned it off after skipping my way to about track 7. Was Chad Taylor's guitar plugged in even? Did Ed have a sore throat? (And the whole "talking to my daughters about God" bit made me want to hurl.)

Apparently I am cynical. Shocking, I know. I wish I weren't. I wish I believed I could be helped but I can't. I just don't buy in. However, I am learning to keep my mouth shut about it. Once in a while, I test out the world to see if I am just jaded or if, by some odd cosmic alliance of the stars, things have changed. I would like to report that they have not.

Now, admitted given my passion (addiction?) to running, and my desire to go faster. (Really I'm so slow it's funny -- some pros run the 10K faster than I can do a 5k.) I decided to quit smoking. This is also brought on by a sudden realization that if I don't want to end up a patient at the cancer clinic that I have to quit my very favourite vice. And evidently, given the past four attempts at cold turkey didn't work. I needed chemical help. So I bought the patch, and READ the booklet.

Hi. How are you? Been a while. I'd like to plead a lack of hours in the day and general apathy about the world around me.

What's new? Not a whole lot. Well, a fair bit is new but some deserve independent entries. And I'm not really coherent enough to undertake them tonight. Sorry. You gotta wait for the brain dump.

Feeling a bit lonely this week. You know that feeling when it doesn't matter because it's just going to get messy, fucked up, screwed up ... etc. etc. anyway. My house is a mess, and I just can't find it in me to clean. because truly there is no point. Fuck it, let's all get whatever it is people get when they don't clean. I mean, the man has decided that showering post work out is optional. (Sorry hon, this one called for the shame of the internet.) Of course, in this place, no one will know the difference. It's that messy. We're like every single episode of cops, except with college educations.

Kevin has been kind enough to write a new meme, and I decided that this was a bold move indeed. So although I really don't care about cars... here it is.

AutoMeme

Driver's seat or passenger seat? Passenger Seat as long as I have control of the iPod.

What was the first car you owned (could have been purchased by someone else)?

that my new haircut makes me look like a red-haired poodle was a bit premature.

It's just a bit sedate is all. Lacks the wow! factor.

N.

The boy is attentive, and really quite the sponge.
"Mom, you like rock 'n roll, right?"
"Only the good stuff baby."
"Like Springsteen and Pearl Jam."
"Some of the best that's for sure."
"Who else?"
As I rattle off the list of usual suspects, I reckon I'm missing some important artists. Those who have marked music history, and those who mean so much to me.

Where to start... where to start...

See it's really bloody hot. And well, I don't like heat. I like autumnal cold. In fact, if the mercury never rose above 20 C I'd be one really happy camper, with nice cold night that require blankets. I like blankets. Not sheets: blankets.

In Ottawa the mercury reached 30C (86F) today and it felt like 38C (100F). See now, this is stupid enough because well, (1) it's still May and (2) not two weeks ago, I need to dig out my long underwear as the mercury hovered around 0 (32F).

Taken from Suze's blog, she has picked the letter P. Concept is easy enough, 10 words that are "mean something to me" start with the letter P, if you want to play you drop me a line in the comment section and I will assign a letter.

With all that out of the way...

P is for...

1. Pearl Jam: and all things music related that speak to me in ways I'm sure the authors never intended. Pearl Jam specifically for being one the best live bands out there. (And right now, my all time favourite.)

... well, because I really don't feel like walking this today. I don't. I organized the team and nothing short of winding up in our emergency department would forgive my being a no show. And really I should know better than to consume an entire bottle of white wine over the course of an evening. And since this is ENTIRELY my own doing, I just have to suck it up.

Off on a tangent from my hangover (remember when you used to be able to party all night and not feel it... neither do I.) It's been a rough week, just a bunch of stupid things that collided. But during PJ night version 2.0, it occured to me that the song that spoke to me the most was Save You. It's how I feel. (Expletives and all.)

So Suze (she rocks btw... I miss her) is absolutely correct in her assessment of Stephen Harper and his press conference sandbox. Jeff claims Mulroney did the same to the press in his day, and we all know how that one turned out.

(Ok, for those that don't know, Brian Mulroney that last Conservative Prime Minister who lasted more than 10 seconds, tried to control the press by limiting what questions were asked and eliminating press scrums (where all the reporters gather rounds and volley questions at a politicians) etc. etc. His government was defeated eventually -- his party was left with something like two seats in the house. It led to this stupidity we have now...)

It's one of those odd perspective things, as if I need to be reminded to subsume my ego. (It's really much bigger and nastier than you'd think.)

Last week, in the midst of a bit of chaos on the personal front, the job/career/way I help put food on the table hit with a bit of spiritual two-by-four. Sometimes fate gives us a good whack... remember, she says, that you are but a part of something much bigger and much greater than your itty-bitty self.

but apparently one of the community hospital's thinks I am. The mysterious four digit pages started the first time I was on call, and well, since we use five digit extension, I ignored them. (In my defense I did call our central locating, they were very nice, had no clue why I was getting the mysterious pages.)

But they got smart this weekend, they started leaving the whole phone number. So I called back.

... when other people lose my stuff. I especially hate, when I need said stuff.

(As an aside, wtf is it with men leaving crap wherever it falls. My house is a catastrophe, and I can't do shit about it.)

N.

Quote of the week:
"Security knows where the bodies are." Perhaps I should have called them before taking the job.

Typo of the week:
"Saving patient's lives." I'm thinking I need to become a patient so I can have more than one life too. I wonder if they are parallel or concurrent. Patients, it turns out, are a lot like cats, although it didn't say how many lives they get. Then again, I'm having issues enough with this life, perhaps one is enough.

Been watching with horror "Honey, we're killing the kids." When did eating vegetables of any sort become a strange thing to do. Horrified... seriously, I mean my kid gets fries with that too, but not every night... and who lets their kids eat that much candy. And how does it get to the point where they are watching 40 hours of TV a week... Houston, we have a problem. Duh! Soooo... in order to get active... The three of us are going to do The Family Fun run as part of National Capital Race weekend. Funds raised go to the Ottawa Hospital Foundation for research (you name it we do it) and all the other stuff our taxes should pay for but don't.

Ever get the feeling that it will never stop? Been one of those downward spiral kind of months, and May can't end soon enough. Good thing I like my job because honestly, I'd like to run off to a deserted island and hide for a bit. It's been the ongoing lesson of the line (not so fine) between what I can and cannot control. Turns out I control very little. Apparently though after last week's session of crash and burn, people are being a bit kinder to themselves and to each other. But hey, it's only Monday and I'm on call this week. So we will soon find out.

Since taking on his swanky new job, the man has been to Boston about once a month or so. Of these trips, only once has his flight home been on time. Of late, we have been joking that he'll get home roughly three days after his scheduled arrivals. Apparently, someone is having the last laugh.

He was expected home Thursday night at 9. He will get home today, Saturday, around 2 p.m. Boston got fogged in and Air Canada cancelled all the flights to Canada. I suspect they just know that he is getting really close to claiming a free ticket on points.