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Holy shit. John Reese just (twitted/tweeted/twittered/tweeped?) about this video.

http://motionographer.com/media/biscuit/ComcastRabbit640.mov

He said HAHAHAHA. I figured four “ha’s” means it must be pretty funny so I checked it out. I’m glad I did. It’s ridiculous which makes it awesome. Go watch. Right now. Don’t be eating cereal while you watch though, like I was. Mistake.

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Normally, a post like this would be a “Things I Love” post, but I’m going to be a bit different this time and call it a “Things I’m Grateful For” post.

The past few months have been different to say the least.

I’ve been happy, I’ve been sad, I’ve been devastated, I’ve been excited, I’ve been depressed, and I’ve been appreciative - just to name a few things. The roller coaster of emotions I’ve experienced lately has led me to this post. I don’t care if anyone ever reads it, but I want to express it so here it goes.

I’m thankful for my friends. They’ve helped me through some really rough times and it’s a great feeling knowing that they’ll be there for me when I need them, just as I’ll be there for them when they need me.

I’m thankful for my children. They can drive me to tears but I could never have survived the past year without them. Aside from the rest of my family, they’re the only ones who will love me unconditionally for the rest of our lives. They’re the most precious little creations God could have ever made and my only regret is that I haven’t savoured every second I’ve had with them.

I’m thankful for my family. My mom is my best friend and if I ever lost her, I think I’d die. I can’t imagine living without her. My grandma is my savior and I love her to pieces. I wish everyone had a grandma like her. My dad, my stepdad, my grandparents, my brothers, aunts, cousins, and uncle are all so important to me and I wish I had the guts to show them that all the time.

I’m thankful for my health. There’s definitely something screwy going on inside my body right now, but I keep thinking that it could be a lot worse. I can still hear and see. I can still speak. I can still walk and breathe. I can still remember, and I can still think clearly. (Well, most of the time anyway.)

I’m thankful for this guy I know. He makes me happy and he makes me laugh and he makes me want to be a better person. He also makes me cry when I think that the time I have left with him is quickly slipping away - but I’m also thankful for the fact that he’s not going away permanently.

I’m thankful for Tylenol #3’s and Gravol. It’s nowhere near as great as morphine, but it takes the pain away enough that I can think about the things I’m thankful for.

I’m thankful for my readers. It makes me feel pretty damn good when I get emails like the one I got this morning from a pleased reader. If I can make the tiniest difference in someone’s life, then it was all worth it.

I’m thankful for Final Fantasy. That game is friggin’ awesome!

I’m thankful for gel pens. Sooo much better than regular ink.

I’m thankful for the country I live in. It certainly isn’t perfect, but I sure enjoy having freedom and a sense of security.

I’m thankful for Tylenol #3’s and Gravol. Oh wait, I already said that.

I’m thankful for the roof over my head. It may not be the prettiest roof on the block, and it might not be my roof for much longer, but I’m still pretty glad it’s there. It keeps the bugs out!

I’m thankful for a lot more than just those things, but this is getting really long. I’m thankful for the ability to write whatever the hell I want, and the ability to not publish this because I’ll probably regret it later when I go back and read it after the pain meds wear off.

My grandma is having a spare washer and dryer that she has delivered to me tomorrow morning.

I’ve never been so excited to do laundry in my entire life!

If you have a bunch of dirty laundry, bring it on over. I draw the line, however, at poo stained undies. You can wash those yourself.

My mom took this picture of me with my daughter Morgan yesterday. I just love it and had to share.

See that little orange/red/yellow marble looking thingy beside each blog post title?

I made that in Fireworks! All by my lonesome!! I’m proud of myself cause I can barely turn the TV on most days.

UPDATE: You know what I just noticed? That little orange/red/yellow marble looking thingy doesn’t show up in individual post pages. It only shows up at the main blog page. Bummer.

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Last night I was in so much pain that I probably should have gone to the emergency room. I took two Tylenol #2’s but they didn’t work at all. After a few hours it was tolerable enough that I could sorta go to sleep, but I’m still feeling it pretty bad today.

Anyway, the whole point of this - It was so bad that my boyfriend asked if I should go to the hospital. I was thinking yes, but I said no because we were watching a movie and I really wanted to see the end of it. How lame is that?

There were a few points where I got so dizzy from the pain that I almost passed out, but I didn’t say anything cause I really wanted to see that stupid show. I think there’s something wrong with me. Psychologically I mean.

The physically wrong with me part is still a mystery (my doc things it might be endometriosis), but I’m seeing a specialist in July so hopefully I won’t be annoying people with my whining for too much longer. The good side of all of this is I’m nauseous all the time and I can’t eat as much so I’ve lost a few pounds

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I discovered this site (http://www.toptut.com/) yesterday when I was searching for a new Wordpress theme for this blog.

I love her style of writing and I LOVE her designs. They’re beautiful and quirky and really unique (kinda like how I wish I was) so if you’re looking for a theme for your wordpress blog, definitely check it out!

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My grandma is giving me a spare washer and dryer set that she just happens to have laying around.

My washing machine has been out of commission for quite awhile now and my dryer is a piece of shit that chooses to only work when it feels like it. I’ve been driving my dirty laundry over to my mom’s house but that’s a pain in the ass because her house is not ideal for my chaotic son to run around in, and I just play games the entire time while I’m there instead of working.

So if I can have a working washer and dryer in my own house again, it only stands to reason that I’ll get more work done right? I’ll save gas too so I’m doing the environment a favour cause I’m so nice.

Well I went and changed my Wordpress theme again.

I liked the previous one but it wasn’t widget-ready and when I made it widget-ready it looked pretty dumb. In the meantime, I’ve chosen this one because I think it’s pretty, but I’ve got plans to rip apart a cool theme I found and create a totally unique one.

That will take me a few days I’m sure, but hopefully I’ll have it up and running before the end of the week. Until then, we’re stuck with this one.

I decided it was time to get a new look for my blog. The old one was kinda fun, but the fluid width layout was super annoying, especially when you have a widescreen monitor. The text spreads out too far and it’s hard to read like that, so I opted for a fixed width template. It was also loading really slow.

I want to make a few changes to this new one but I probably won’t get to them for a few days so it will be “out of the box” for now. Hope you like it.

I’m so angry right now I’m shaking, and what better place to vent than your own blog?

Recently my landlords decided to put the duplex I’m living in up for sale. That news was disturbing because I have no idea if I’ll be able to continue to live here once it sells or if I’ll be kicked out. There’s nothing I can do about that however, so I’m trying not to worry about it.

What I’m worried about now though is the constant invasion of my privacy since people are always coming and going to look at the place.

Just this morning (11:00 a.m.) on a Sunday, I had five people barge in unannounced while I’m sitting here in my pajamas and pink socks with hearts on them. They knocked, didn’t even wait for me to open the door, and walked right in.

I was up late, I hadn’t showered or dressed (and I’m looking like a trannylicious mess!), my kids and I were eating breakfast, and there was shit all over the place because after coming home late last night I didn’t feel like cleaning up toys and dirty dishes.

As I’m trying to pick my crap up while they saunter through the house, I forget that I have my clothes from last night laying on the floor in my bedroom and a basket of dirty laundry in the corner. Both piles of clothes happen to have my dirty gitch laying right on top. At least there are no shit stains, but still! I even heard one of the ladies say “awkward”.

When they first came in, they mentioned that they had an appointment and that the real estate agent had made an appointment with me. I said “NO she didn’t!” but they insisted she had called. After they left, I checked my phone and sure as shit, she DID NOT CALL or leave a message. However, I just asked my neighbour who lives in the other side of the duplex and she did get a call. So why didn’t I? Piss me off!

It’s bad enough having people coming through your house all the time when they do have appointments, but I hate worrying if someone is going to show up unexpectedly. I hate not being able to relax in my own home. Even if I do get kicked out, I hope the damn place sells soon so I can focus on worrying about other more important negative things.

I’m Canadian - and I thought this was funny as hell.

You ever see someone wipe their face with a napkin,
except it wasn’t a napkin but a buttered bun?

I have.