I'm going to start by saying I have no idea how to post things anymore. I had written an entire post about nothing, complete with links and rambling, then the link wouldn't appear, then the spell check didn't exist, then the spell check didn't work, and now my Windows 8 experience is pissing me off.
Http://marawilsonwritesstuff.com/ is the link I was trying to share.
I should probably put that into context.
I hate watching television, movies, movies on television, etc... However, I am the only person in my household that feels that way. Our television is always on. To pass the time, instead of actually watching whatever is playing, I'm usually doing Google searches on the actors and actresses I do or don't recognise. Mara Wilson was one of them. I'm not going to go into what we were watching, or who she was, but now she writes, and I enjoy it. I was reading her blog, and then remembered that I had a blog once.
I tried to log into it. I failed. Apparently I misplaced my web address, username, password and registered email address. Then I tried to Google it for clues. Despite my overwhelming fame and fortune, Google returned no relevant results.
Eventually I figured it out, an old email address and the magical "forgot password" link. Now here I am, blogging away.
Or not.
Apparently I have nothing else to say.
Except that as I tried to preview this, my internet went down. Or not. I disabled my network connection?
John gave me a new laptop for Christmas. It's very pretty, comfortable, and doesn't get hot. It also came with Windows 8 which is in no way what-so-ever laptop friendly. So far I've managed to unknowingly turn off my touch pad, disable my Wi-Fi, and every time I try to move the cursor, it switches applications. I realize that it's not all Windows 8, or even the laptop. I'll figure it all out, sooner or later. Probably later.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
I Really Love That Song.
I just spent 20 minutes typing some mushy crap about friends and relationships. I stopped to read over it, and I found myself wondering what the hell I was whining about.
So... I deleted it.
I love my friends.
I've found myself to be in a pit of nostalgia that I can't seem to climb out of. Maybe it's because in the past three months, I've spent more time concerned about my health than I have in my entire life.
I've learned something. Either I am very much mortal, or being immortal is a cruel thing to not know about.
I had my second baby back in January. My pregnancy seemed to go on forever, and every time I went to the doctor there was some other could-be-complication with the baby. In the end, despite statistics, Isabel was born a perfectly healthy baby. However, my placenta had grown into my uterus, and during the removal, I almost bled to death, depending on who you ask. Seeing as I was very much unconscious at the time, I can't really say for sure how near death I was.
The experience left me feeling rather lonely. Everything went on as normal, which surprised me. I don't know what I expected to change, but I felt like something needed to change, or was supposed to change.
So I've been reflecting a lot, re-establishing (or trying to) relationships that I let deteriorate over the years, and letting go of the more toxic parts of my life. This rant is getting heavier than it was meant to be.
Nostalgia. Right.
I've found myself to be driving more, with the sun making an appearance and all. I miss just getting up and going, no where in particular, but watching intently along the way. It's a little harder to absorb everything when you're the one driving, but I keep thinking all find something. I don't know what it is I'm looking for, but it's out there somewhere, on the side of the road. I only hope it's not road kill.
I listen to the music I grew up with. I don't find myself really liking anything that's been released in the last decade. I'm sure there are exceptions, and I'm sure there would be more if I could actually bother to go looking for it, but I just can't get into it.
I want to pick up my guitar, but I'm waiting for the right moment, when I can just play for hours, because I know I won't want to put it down.
Anyway, if you're wondering if I ever think about you (and I actually know you), chances are I do.
So... I deleted it.
I love my friends.
I've found myself to be in a pit of nostalgia that I can't seem to climb out of. Maybe it's because in the past three months, I've spent more time concerned about my health than I have in my entire life.
I've learned something. Either I am very much mortal, or being immortal is a cruel thing to not know about.
I had my second baby back in January. My pregnancy seemed to go on forever, and every time I went to the doctor there was some other could-be-complication with the baby. In the end, despite statistics, Isabel was born a perfectly healthy baby. However, my placenta had grown into my uterus, and during the removal, I almost bled to death, depending on who you ask. Seeing as I was very much unconscious at the time, I can't really say for sure how near death I was.
The experience left me feeling rather lonely. Everything went on as normal, which surprised me. I don't know what I expected to change, but I felt like something needed to change, or was supposed to change.
So I've been reflecting a lot, re-establishing (or trying to) relationships that I let deteriorate over the years, and letting go of the more toxic parts of my life. This rant is getting heavier than it was meant to be.
Nostalgia. Right.
I've found myself to be driving more, with the sun making an appearance and all. I miss just getting up and going, no where in particular, but watching intently along the way. It's a little harder to absorb everything when you're the one driving, but I keep thinking all find something. I don't know what it is I'm looking for, but it's out there somewhere, on the side of the road. I only hope it's not road kill.
I listen to the music I grew up with. I don't find myself really liking anything that's been released in the last decade. I'm sure there are exceptions, and I'm sure there would be more if I could actually bother to go looking for it, but I just can't get into it.
I want to pick up my guitar, but I'm waiting for the right moment, when I can just play for hours, because I know I won't want to put it down.
Anyway, if you're wondering if I ever think about you (and I actually know you), chances are I do.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The $215 Fee Includes 45 Days of FREE Insurance.
It's been forever since I've had anything to say.
Today, I took it upon myself to insist on opening a box of KD using the "push tab" on the side of the box. It didn't happen. I broke a nail, and the box seemed to be super-glued shut on top of it. It was an unpleasant experience, though once I actually got around to eating the finished product, I remembered why I keep buying it. KD has a comforting effect that few other foods provide for me. Lipton's Chicken Noodle Soup (in a box), and BK's poutine also have this effect on me.
Today, I took it upon myself to insist on opening a box of KD using the "push tab" on the side of the box. It didn't happen. I broke a nail, and the box seemed to be super-glued shut on top of it. It was an unpleasant experience, though once I actually got around to eating the finished product, I remembered why I keep buying it. KD has a comforting effect that few other foods provide for me. Lipton's Chicken Noodle Soup (in a box), and BK's poutine also have this effect on me.
Monday, March 15, 2010
AQFAMOT: Day... Umm... Part 2.
This past Friday and Saturday, we (my family) took our first giant step in purchasing a vehicle. By this, I mean we actually got off our bums and went outside.
We spent the day in the Ottawa area, where we started our adventure at a GM dealership. We walked around what we thought was the single row of used cars, all of which were Buick, but it wasn't until we found the Pontiac's that a sales rep actually came out to meet us.
We didn't actually test drive anything at this location, mostly because it was my first car shopping experience, and I was nervous. However we did take a look at a few cars.
Pontiac G5 (2006?) - Mediocre unloaded car, with tiny passenger space and roll up windows. Some warranty. $10k
Nissan Alitma (2005?) - Mostly loaded, quite comfortable, ABS, sunroof and heated seats. No warranty. $11k - 60 000km
Pontiac G6 (2005) - Fully loaded, super comfortable, some rust on doors (not sure about underneath) No warranty $9k - 60 000 km, suspicious. Based on these 3 cars, I would have bought this one, assuming it all checked out.
Next Stop - Jeep/Chrysler/Dodge
We didn't see anything worth looking at here, though it did put us in view of our next stop...
Unimportant Sleazy Street Corner dealer (I don't actually remember what the place was called) We saw an Elantra with obvious accident damage (dents and paint issues) and an Ion that left too much to be desired, both with nearly 200 000 km on them, no options, and $10k.
Next Stop - the bus. We concluded our Ottawa tour here... or did we...
On our way home, we did stop off at Ford dealership, which is really what we wanted to do in the first place, and we spent more than a few hours here.
Cars that caught our attention:
2005-2006 Ford Focus, wagon, hatchback, and sedan, all of which left me unimpressed.
2005 Saturn Ion. Two thumbs up for the price.
2007 Ford Fusion, easily the best car I've seen yet.
I test drove 2 of these cars.
The Saturn Ion. What a headache. Not the car, but the sales rep. I was impressed with the price because it was well within our decided price range (the car was $8000), upon sitting in it, I explained to the car dealer that I was looking for something with ABS, which I knew the Ion didn't have, much to my surprise, he told me it did. I asked him to make sure, so he looked under the wheel, and then under the hood, and then confirmed that it had ABS. Maybe I lucked out? Not likely.
We walked over to the Fusion, started it up, and it made some less than impressive noises. When I asked what the problem was I was told that a) all Fusions sounds that way, and b) that it would be fix upon pickup. Not impressed, but overwhelmed by the overall awesomeness that is the Ford Fusion.
Back to the Ion. We took it for a spin. Not overly impressive, but it did everything a car should, it drove, it stopped, turned, handled well, had a bit of pick up, and for the price was 100% awesome. Upon return to the dealership, we decided to make an offer, where we started talking to some other guy, who reminded us that if the car had ABS, there would be an ABS light that turns on when you start the car.
Back to the car. No ABS. I knew it.
The ABS wouldn't have been a deal breaker, it was that we were lied to that turned us off the car.
Lets test drive the Fusion.
Orgasm on wheels is all that comes to mind. Comfortable and easy to drive, as far as I'm concerned, this may be the best car ever created. I wanted it. It wasn't until the guy pointed out that if we're not going to buy it, that he wasn't going to have it looked at that I was a little suspicious.
We left.
Saturday, we started with GM, where we decided we liked the Pontiac Vibe ( I feel like at this point that I should mention that my friend drives a Pontiac Grand Prix, which I might love as much as the Ford Fusion). I'm developing a preference for Pontiac. Leave it to me to choose the extinct. Out of our price range, we moved on.
A different Ford dealer ship had a single Ford Focus to offer, overpriced.
Saturn, which we almost didn't go to, is where the magic happened. Greeted by an awesome sales rep, who was awesome with my daughter (bonus point), we told him exactly what we were looking for, and he brought us to exactly what we were looking for, no recommendations to spend a little more over a longer period to equate to the same monthly payments (more bonus points), no gimmicks. He recommended the Hyundai Accent, which put us exactly where we needed to be, with everything we wanted, and we went to look around the lot.
Always reluctant to do what I'm told, we decided to test drive a 2007 Hyundai Elantra, and a Pontiac Pursuit.
The Elantra came first. At this point I've taken the Fusion off my list of comparable cars, because I won't buy any other car if I don't. Upon sitting in it, it gets points for being comfortable. Really comfortable. I'm tall, and it had lots of room for me, and then some. The controls are easy, and everything is where it should be. Ample storage, with your classing glasses compartment over head, a storage compartment over on the dash over the radio, another one under the radio, and a huge one in the traditional between the front seats position.
It was also loaded with other options (heated seats, A/C, Cd MP3, power everything) All of the lights, signals, cruise control were exactly where they made sense to be. Incredibly easy to drive, I could see myself driving it comfortably for hours upon hours. Thoroughly impressed with the overall ease of this car, I think I made my decision at this point.
Into the Pontiac Pursuit. Fun little car, not built for the tall, horrible seats. Lots of pick-up. If I could have taken the seat out of the Elantra and put it in this car, it would have been a definite yes. However, I think I drove it for 5 minutes before my back started to hurt.
Time for lunch (or so I told the dealer), already certain that I wanted the Elantra, We decided it was time to test drive a Kia. On a wild goose chase, we managed to find a Kia Rio and and Kia Spectra to test drive. The Rio was better than I thought it would be, quite comfortable, ample trunk space for a hatchback, and much quieter than I expected. My issue with this particular Rio was that it had a billion kilometers on it (140k actually, much more than the average of 60k we've been seeing), it was literally brake pedal to the floor to slow down. Assured once again that this would be fixed, we tried out the Spectra. The Elantra knock off lacked in the comfort and charm department, and without even leaving the lot, I was unimpressed with the breaks. These breaks made a lot of noise. For $800 less than the Elantra, we decided that it was time to go back to Hyundai.
After taking it for one more drive, we put in an offer, and that is where we are right now.
Today we find out if we can manage it, and if the recall issues that I just found out about have or will be rectified.
We spent the day in the Ottawa area, where we started our adventure at a GM dealership. We walked around what we thought was the single row of used cars, all of which were Buick, but it wasn't until we found the Pontiac's that a sales rep actually came out to meet us.
We didn't actually test drive anything at this location, mostly because it was my first car shopping experience, and I was nervous. However we did take a look at a few cars.
Pontiac G5 (2006?) - Mediocre unloaded car, with tiny passenger space and roll up windows. Some warranty. $10k
Nissan Alitma (2005?) - Mostly loaded, quite comfortable, ABS, sunroof and heated seats. No warranty. $11k - 60 000km
Pontiac G6 (2005) - Fully loaded, super comfortable, some rust on doors (not sure about underneath) No warranty $9k - 60 000 km, suspicious. Based on these 3 cars, I would have bought this one, assuming it all checked out.
Next Stop - Jeep/Chrysler/Dodge
We didn't see anything worth looking at here, though it did put us in view of our next stop...
Unimportant Sleazy Street Corner dealer (I don't actually remember what the place was called) We saw an Elantra with obvious accident damage (dents and paint issues) and an Ion that left too much to be desired, both with nearly 200 000 km on them, no options, and $10k.
Next Stop - the bus. We concluded our Ottawa tour here... or did we...
On our way home, we did stop off at Ford dealership, which is really what we wanted to do in the first place, and we spent more than a few hours here.
Cars that caught our attention:
2005-2006 Ford Focus, wagon, hatchback, and sedan, all of which left me unimpressed.
2005 Saturn Ion. Two thumbs up for the price.
2007 Ford Fusion, easily the best car I've seen yet.
I test drove 2 of these cars.
The Saturn Ion. What a headache. Not the car, but the sales rep. I was impressed with the price because it was well within our decided price range (the car was $8000), upon sitting in it, I explained to the car dealer that I was looking for something with ABS, which I knew the Ion didn't have, much to my surprise, he told me it did. I asked him to make sure, so he looked under the wheel, and then under the hood, and then confirmed that it had ABS. Maybe I lucked out? Not likely.
We walked over to the Fusion, started it up, and it made some less than impressive noises. When I asked what the problem was I was told that a) all Fusions sounds that way, and b) that it would be fix upon pickup. Not impressed, but overwhelmed by the overall awesomeness that is the Ford Fusion.
Back to the Ion. We took it for a spin. Not overly impressive, but it did everything a car should, it drove, it stopped, turned, handled well, had a bit of pick up, and for the price was 100% awesome. Upon return to the dealership, we decided to make an offer, where we started talking to some other guy, who reminded us that if the car had ABS, there would be an ABS light that turns on when you start the car.
Back to the car. No ABS. I knew it.
The ABS wouldn't have been a deal breaker, it was that we were lied to that turned us off the car.
Lets test drive the Fusion.
Orgasm on wheels is all that comes to mind. Comfortable and easy to drive, as far as I'm concerned, this may be the best car ever created. I wanted it. It wasn't until the guy pointed out that if we're not going to buy it, that he wasn't going to have it looked at that I was a little suspicious.
We left.
Saturday, we started with GM, where we decided we liked the Pontiac Vibe ( I feel like at this point that I should mention that my friend drives a Pontiac Grand Prix, which I might love as much as the Ford Fusion). I'm developing a preference for Pontiac. Leave it to me to choose the extinct. Out of our price range, we moved on.
A different Ford dealer ship had a single Ford Focus to offer, overpriced.
Saturn, which we almost didn't go to, is where the magic happened. Greeted by an awesome sales rep, who was awesome with my daughter (bonus point), we told him exactly what we were looking for, and he brought us to exactly what we were looking for, no recommendations to spend a little more over a longer period to equate to the same monthly payments (more bonus points), no gimmicks. He recommended the Hyundai Accent, which put us exactly where we needed to be, with everything we wanted, and we went to look around the lot.
Always reluctant to do what I'm told, we decided to test drive a 2007 Hyundai Elantra, and a Pontiac Pursuit.
The Elantra came first. At this point I've taken the Fusion off my list of comparable cars, because I won't buy any other car if I don't. Upon sitting in it, it gets points for being comfortable. Really comfortable. I'm tall, and it had lots of room for me, and then some. The controls are easy, and everything is where it should be. Ample storage, with your classing glasses compartment over head, a storage compartment over on the dash over the radio, another one under the radio, and a huge one in the traditional between the front seats position.
It was also loaded with other options (heated seats, A/C, Cd MP3, power everything) All of the lights, signals, cruise control were exactly where they made sense to be. Incredibly easy to drive, I could see myself driving it comfortably for hours upon hours. Thoroughly impressed with the overall ease of this car, I think I made my decision at this point.
Into the Pontiac Pursuit. Fun little car, not built for the tall, horrible seats. Lots of pick-up. If I could have taken the seat out of the Elantra and put it in this car, it would have been a definite yes. However, I think I drove it for 5 minutes before my back started to hurt.
Time for lunch (or so I told the dealer), already certain that I wanted the Elantra, We decided it was time to test drive a Kia. On a wild goose chase, we managed to find a Kia Rio and and Kia Spectra to test drive. The Rio was better than I thought it would be, quite comfortable, ample trunk space for a hatchback, and much quieter than I expected. My issue with this particular Rio was that it had a billion kilometers on it (140k actually, much more than the average of 60k we've been seeing), it was literally brake pedal to the floor to slow down. Assured once again that this would be fixed, we tried out the Spectra. The Elantra knock off lacked in the comfort and charm department, and without even leaving the lot, I was unimpressed with the breaks. These breaks made a lot of noise. For $800 less than the Elantra, we decided that it was time to go back to Hyundai.
After taking it for one more drive, we put in an offer, and that is where we are right now.
Today we find out if we can manage it, and if the recall issues that I just found out about have or will be rectified.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
OMG WTF??? - BRB - Seriously?
I'm certain that's the context of at least a million IM/Texts right... now.
I don't get the Twitter thing. I sort of get the facebook thing.
I sort of feel like I'm forcing this post. I feel like writting, but I can't really think of any words. If I wrote what I'm feeling, it would go like this:
sajdhflhasdkjfnAPojsakljdbn:PWn vsajdfilhawelnf jsdofpjapwoieur asdnhkfjhaeirut8743ytrg23;oitgrkjsabdkf;janklfeasbfjkhadiosfuvnawuvjkandcvjkhaioery84t 2w3rnk3jro9a ew0nfjaksldnfvagkjhay84ty nasdlkfnkjnd;LH NOWrjf'pov.
So there you have it. That is what is on my mind.
I think about things I'd like to do with my life, and unfortunately, I cannot do all of them, simply because I'm only one person, and as far as I know, I'm mortal. My most recent non-project involves building an entire town from scratch, but perhaps I've been playing the Sims a little too much.
I'm off.
I don't get the Twitter thing. I sort of get the facebook thing.
I sort of feel like I'm forcing this post. I feel like writting, but I can't really think of any words. If I wrote what I'm feeling, it would go like this:
sajdhflhasdkjfnAPojsakljdbn:PWn vsajdfilhawelnf jsdofpjapwoieur asdnhkfjhaeirut8743ytrg23;oitgrkjsabdkf;janklfeasbfjkhadiosfuvnawuvjkandcvjkhaioery84t 2w3rnk3jro9a ew0nfjaksldnfvagkjhay84ty nasdlkfnkjnd;LH NOWrjf'pov.
So there you have it. That is what is on my mind.
I think about things I'd like to do with my life, and unfortunately, I cannot do all of them, simply because I'm only one person, and as far as I know, I'm mortal. My most recent non-project involves building an entire town from scratch, but perhaps I've been playing the Sims a little too much.
I'm off.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Words that Rhyme with...
Hippopotamus?
Here are a list of random words I feel like sharing:
Teaspoon
Apostrophe
Fajita
Cheers
Snuffleupagus (who's first name is actually Aloysius, says Wikipedia)
Mailbox
Chocobo
Caption
That's all. I guess the letter of the day is "C".
P.S. After running spellcheck, I've decided to add "snowflake" to the list, because it's the only alternative listed for "Snuffleupagus".
Here are a list of random words I feel like sharing:
Teaspoon
Apostrophe
Fajita
Cheers
Snuffleupagus (who's first name is actually Aloysius, says Wikipedia)
Mailbox
Chocobo
Caption
That's all. I guess the letter of the day is "C".
P.S. After running spellcheck, I've decided to add "snowflake" to the list, because it's the only alternative listed for "Snuffleupagus".
L is for Passion.
I was sitting here, playing guitar, and I spontaneously got the urge to write about things, a lot of things. Things I probably shouldn't think about, let alone write about.
As I may or may not stated, several times, I'm a neurotic, nostalgic, passionate hypocrite.
Though my neurosis may be self diagnosed, I assure you, it is there, and often displays itself in bouts of hysteria. I am over emotional, to the point where commercials make me cry, and my frustrations often leave me feeling like there's a foam bat following me around, hitting me in the head, continuously. I can see it vividly in my thoughts, it's a bright read bat, with a black handle that sort of looks like it may be wrapped in electrical tape (the handle, not the bat), the cartoon is Archie-like in style, and I'm a super-hot red head with great ass *sigh*.
My nostalgia is mostly based on feeling, where as I probably wouldn't repeat much of the crazy shit I've done that has gotten me to where I am today, though I would love to re-visit some of the intense feelings that have made me who I am. Actually making it home after getting caught at the zoo in a tornado, great feeling. The tornado part, not so much.
When I find myself passionate towards something, or someone, it often leaves me feeling (and acting) bat-shit crazy (I wasn't sure what made bat shit crazy, so I googled the term, and found references to t-shirts and Tom Cruise, still not sure where the term comes from, but it definitely means beyond crazy). Perhaps this is where my neurosis comes into play, I'm totally the type of person to return to a place I haven't been in years, just to see if the air still "breathes" the same. My passions often disguise themselves as obsessions, so if I'm stalking you, be flattered.
As for me being a hypocrite, I believe at some point in our lives we all are hypocrites. However, with every passing day I find that I am picking up traits that I despise in other people. For example: I'm emo-blogging. Everything sucks. There. I said it.
Not everything sucks. A lot of things suck, like my inability to divide myself into two people so that I can be in two places at once, or in one place at the same time, which sounds kind of kinky, if you ask me. I think too much about things I can't change, and neglect the things I should be doing. In my head (I still appear as a red-head), when time runs out, everything just starts over again, only I'll know what to change (I experience a lot of déjà vu to support this delusion).
All in all, I've completely forgotten what it was I wanted to write about, so enjoy my self-abusive rant, and if I remember what it was, I just might write about it another time. I think I'll buy some hair dye this weekend.
Cheers.
As I may or may not stated, several times, I'm a neurotic, nostalgic, passionate hypocrite.
Though my neurosis may be self diagnosed, I assure you, it is there, and often displays itself in bouts of hysteria. I am over emotional, to the point where commercials make me cry, and my frustrations often leave me feeling like there's a foam bat following me around, hitting me in the head, continuously. I can see it vividly in my thoughts, it's a bright read bat, with a black handle that sort of looks like it may be wrapped in electrical tape (the handle, not the bat), the cartoon is Archie-like in style, and I'm a super-hot red head with great ass *sigh*.
My nostalgia is mostly based on feeling, where as I probably wouldn't repeat much of the crazy shit I've done that has gotten me to where I am today, though I would love to re-visit some of the intense feelings that have made me who I am. Actually making it home after getting caught at the zoo in a tornado, great feeling. The tornado part, not so much.
When I find myself passionate towards something, or someone, it often leaves me feeling (and acting) bat-shit crazy (I wasn't sure what made bat shit crazy, so I googled the term, and found references to t-shirts and Tom Cruise, still not sure where the term comes from, but it definitely means beyond crazy). Perhaps this is where my neurosis comes into play, I'm totally the type of person to return to a place I haven't been in years, just to see if the air still "breathes" the same. My passions often disguise themselves as obsessions, so if I'm stalking you, be flattered.
As for me being a hypocrite, I believe at some point in our lives we all are hypocrites. However, with every passing day I find that I am picking up traits that I despise in other people. For example: I'm emo-blogging. Everything sucks. There. I said it.
Not everything sucks. A lot of things suck, like my inability to divide myself into two people so that I can be in two places at once, or in one place at the same time, which sounds kind of kinky, if you ask me. I think too much about things I can't change, and neglect the things I should be doing. In my head (I still appear as a red-head), when time runs out, everything just starts over again, only I'll know what to change (I experience a lot of déjà vu to support this delusion).
All in all, I've completely forgotten what it was I wanted to write about, so enjoy my self-abusive rant, and if I remember what it was, I just might write about it another time. I think I'll buy some hair dye this weekend.
Cheers.
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