Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Literally Rockstar.

I might as well follow Cody around and pick up the horseshoes that fall outta his ass.

Man! his luck (yes and hard work) has opened up some very cool and very weird doors.

Speaking of Doors.

Cody has been invited to work on a couple of projects that are literally rockstar.

I can't say anything more, sorry, but I will.


p.s. Cody may be in may in la.

"I think she loved him...."

“I think she loved him — I saw her on TV.”
-Darius Massoudi, 17, of Vienna, Virginia

And there you have it, Ms Smith has the youth vote.

A absolute must see.

(clicking this link will launch a video player)


Monday, February 27, 2006

Honour Roll Student.

Cody, we are so proud of you.


You graduate in a few short months.
You leave your school years behind and bring into your future an amazing resume.
6 years as a radio host, a Guinness World Record Holder as the Youngest Radio Host, best radio personality two years in a row, Entrepreneurial Youth of the Year (Chamber of Commerce), professional actor and an accomplished filmmaker.

This is the icing on the cake, Honour Roll, Grade 12,

No small feat, grade 12 work is hard work.

You've managed to keep balance too.

You have a group of good friends you've had since you were small, thats important.
You played as hard as you worked. Thats important too.
You are a good snowboarder, skateboarder, surfer and wakeboarder.
Pretty much anything that involves a small piece of wood or somesuch under your feet that lets you go as fast as the wind you've loved and made a point of making time for.


You are my inspiration as much as you have been to thousands of youth all over the world.

(Guests - please make comments! Share your wisdom and experiences you had going into your final months of your final year, don't be shy!)

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Handle your scandal

As some of you know, I've recently been through hell.
It is what I would consider a scandal on a grand scale.
I handled it. It is still being handled and will until it
is stomped.
I'm an expert now.
Got a scandal? I'll tell ya how to handle it.
Call me.

Wow, how does that happen?

I found this today. A german blogger, picked my pic from yesterday, posted and did whatever with it. Very cool.


You Are Internal - Realist - Powerful

You feel your life is controlled internally.
If you want something, you make it happen.
You don't wait around for things to go your way.
You value your independence and don't like others to have control.

You are a realist when it comes to luck.
You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random.
You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you...
But you do your best to try to make your own luck.

When it comes to who's in charge, it's you.
Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler.
You don't care much about what others think.
But they better care what you think!

I knew it!

SuzerJ --


An alien

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

A fun share, thanks Hal.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Are you up for it?

Tell me, have you ever gone across your country (wherever you are) in a Motorhome with three of your bestest friends?

If you haven't.... do it. If you haven't someone to do it with, hit me, I'll go, I'm game.

One lucky dog?

This man is a street person.
He has no home by choice or design, I'm not certain what the answer is.
The dog?
Lucky or not?
I don't know the answer to that either.
Up against love, a home means jack.

Friday, February 24, 2006

I'm slower than the average bear.

I mull, I mull and mull and mull.

Yup, twirl things around in my mind like some girls do (annoyingly) a clump of hair, then FLIP, it's off over the shoulder.

Leemer, he has this year thing, The Year of the Leemer or somesuch.
I'm competitive, I've an ego (big).
I want my year of something, but The Year of the Susan just didn't ring well.
and so I mulled and mulled, yup you get it.

I got it too! The Year of New Things.

I know, the concept isn't new, but it works, it works for me.
I've a bit of catching up to do, since my New Year started on Feb. 5th.

And Leems, remember, do you remember your two birthdays?

One of them being Feb. 5th? That was the one I got wrong, I said something else signifcant on that day, past or present. WE searched google for significant events on that day and came up zero.
It wasn't your day Leems, it wasn't about you, Feb. 5th, that was my day, my significant day, the first day of my new year.

More later.

Wankery at it’s best


Well preserved.

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO what a ride!' "

and how do you do that?

"be smart, be safe, don't be afraid to talk, ask questions, figure things out, protect yourself, respect yourself, know you're loved by someone more than you could ever imagine, you are amazing, incredible, the best, be true to your beliefs, try to learn something new each day, love always, always love"
From Tulip Tantrums

Thursday, February 23, 2006

The last time.

When was the last time you sat, sat in the sun on a bench?
It's been years for me.
I did it today.
Really, I mean wow, wow that I hadn't done it in years.
Felt good, and, the world, well, a different perspective on the old world, from a bench in the sun.
Try it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Do you drive?

Do you drive for your work?

I do.

I drive all the time.
Little sprints between the customers I visit. Except to the coast, that is an hour and half away, but once I'm there, little sprints between customers.

My car is my second home.
I'm on the hunt for car-gadgets to organize and make my new living space comfy.
And my Indy, the dog, he sits in the front seat, duityfully 'guarding' our second home.
That means, treats and hair management *both, not just Indy*.
So, like gadgets for the laundryroom, the kitchen drawers, helpful in-car inventions to make everything neat and tidy are needed.
Any link suggestions or ideas are welcomed.

Beep beep.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

See through.

Ear Farm - Music Information Helps Grow Ears

Check them out.

Do not eat iPod shuffle.

Above: Helpful note of caution from Apple.
(Formerly seen at the bottom of the iPod shuffle page.)
The poem is here.

Comments make me Orgasm

Well, not me, but him.
He is a GUY.
I do enjoy getting comments. I've not attracted comments from stalkers, totally unknown strangers and just plain weirdo's.
Oh wait.
Yes, those who currently leave me comments, the regulars, well, they could be described as strange, stalkers and weirdo's, but I love those ones. *giggle*
The thrill I feel about my comments is the equivalent to getting mail, the kind the postie delivered to our door not my 'in-box'.
I used to be excited about getting email, BS. Before Spam. Then came the, AF - After Spam and the dreaded US - Ugly Spam, you know the kind, "we guarantee your (fill-in-blank) will be (fill-in-blank).
So, while your comments don't make me orgasm, please know, they are appreciated, very much.
and yah. good question. why the hell do people turn off their comments?

Canadian women golden again

Team Canada celebrates their 4-1 victory over Sweden on Monday to win the gold medal in women's ice hockey at the Turin 2006 Winter Olympic Games. Question is, can the women's team play in drag, substituting for the men? That way we'd win in Men's Ice hockey too.

Somewhat overwhelming.

Ever feel sort of overwhelmed? Not so much so you are freaking out or anything, but just enough to make you go 'ug'.
I'm there.

(please, no jump-the-shark comments)

Monday, February 20, 2006

“I have some spectacular deficits,”

I know I shouldn't post an entire article from a newspaper.
BUT. I want to preserve this, it will be lost to me in a few days, The Globe and Mail archive dump will see to that.

The postie and the prof dispute perceptions of autism


From Monday's Globe and Mail

Montreal — If you wanted to create a surreal, academic version of The Odd Couple, these two could be the stars.

He is the highly respected university professor, a quintessentially French gentleman of a certain age, glasses perched on his nose, with literary allusions and scientific theories rolling off his tongue with equal alacrity.

She is a middle-aged woman, eyes darting about the room constantly, arms bearing the marks of well-practised self-mutilation and tossing out her inflammatory opinions in staccato fashion.

Yet, like the classic TV pair, Felix and Oscar, behind their glaringly obvious differences, lie mutual respect, admiration and complicity.

He is Laurent Mottron, distinguished professor of psychiatry at the University of Montreal and world-renowned autism researcher.

She is Michelle Dawson, a postal worker on disability leave (involuntarily), an outspoken activist and herself autistic.

Theirs is not a doctor-patient relationship.

Rather, Dr. Mottron and Ms. Dawson are colleagues, having co-authored six (and counting) papers published in specialized journals such as Brain, Neuropsychology and the Journal of Autism and Behavioral Disorders, research that is making waves in both the scientific and autism communities.

Their latest collaboration, a study presented Sunday at the American Association for the Advancement of Science conference in St. Louis, is the most controversial yet: That people with autism — most of whom are classified as of low intelligence or mentally retarded — are a lot smarter than anyone ever imagined.

Autism is a brain disorder that begins in early childhood and persists throughout adulthood; it affects three crucial areas of development: communication, social interaction and creativity. While, traditionally, up to 75 per cent of autistics are considered to have low intelligence, the new theory put forward by Dr. Mottron, Ms. Dawson and their team suggests a more accurate estimate is 25 per cent.

“The problem is that autistic intelligence is not measured accurately,” Dr. Mottron said.

Simply put, the researchers believe that the standard IQ test — formally known as the Wechsler scales — does not accurately measure the intelligence of autistics. They think a more appropriate measure of intelligence is another accepted test, Raven's Progressive Matrices.

The principal difference between the Wechsler test depends much more heavily on oral questions, which many autistics struggle to complete; the Raven test, on the other hand, involves much more abstract reasoning, where autistics can excel.

While this may appear to be merely an obtuse academic debate about testing methodology, Dr. Mottron argues that it has enormous practical implications at a time when as many as one in every 200 children are considered autistic.

“If we classify children as intellectually deficient then that is how they will be treated. They will be denied a host of opportunities,” he said.

Dr. Mottron cites the example of one of the research subjects who scored so poorly on the Wechsler that he was deemed mentally retarded (IQ of less than 70), but on his Raven test he scored in the 94th percentile range — the intelligence level of a university student.

“What do we do with that intelligence? How do we let that person achieve his potential?” he asked.

Ms. Dawson says that, traditionally, the abilities of autistics, particularly those of idiot-savants, a classification both researchers dislike, have been dismissed as a meaningless form of intelligence, little more than mechanical trickery.

But all her research has challenged that idea, postulating that there are different forms of intelligence and that tests are skewed toward only one kind.

“It seems to me that intelligence should be about getting things done, not being like other people,” Ms. Dawson said.

She points to her fellow researchers as a case in point. “I can't do what they do with their ‘normal' brains. But they can't do what I do with my autistic brain. Does that make me less intelligent?”

The unusual partnership between Dr. Mottron and Ms. Dawson came about serendipitously, after the two were featured separately in a film about autism — he as the brilliant psychiatrist and she as an autistic woman struggling in the world. (She had just been fired from her job as a letter carrier, the start of a long legal saga and a whole other story.) After seeing the film, Dr. Mottron felt pity for Ms. Dawson: “I said to myself: ‘If I can't help this poor woman, I'm useless.' ”

But Ms. Dawson didn't want his help. Not only that, she dismissed his research and that of others, in particular a paper about how autistics perceive faces, one that was considered seminal at the time.

“Michelle was able to deconstruct and critique a major scientific paper, right down to the methodology. I was amazed,” Dr. Mottron said. He asked her to look at his own research, and was again floored by the analysis.

“Because she sees things ‘upside down,' not in a conventional way, she has caused a paradigm shift in my research,” Dr. Mottron said.

In response to her legal battles with Canada Post, Ms. Dawson immersed herself in the scientific literature about autism. When he first met her, Dr. Mottron was floored by the extent of her knowledge.

He said that Ms. Dawson knows the scientific literature as well as anyone, that she is a library in the field of autism and cognitive sciences.

But her inclusion on the research team — because of her legal situation she is an unpaid volunteer — is controversial.

“I put my career in jeopardy, my respectability,” Dr. Mottron said. “It was perilous. But her intellectual contribution has been invaluable.”

Dr. Mottron estimates that Ms. Dawson contributes about 20 per cent of the final published research papers — a significant chunk, particularly for a high-school graduate working alongside PhDs. Her role is principally to critique study design and conclusions. While Ms. Dawson's approach can be unorthodox and her manner brusque (at best), Dr. Mottron said scientists tend to be tolerant.

Ms. Dawson is a lot less effusive in her praise. “I didn't become any less angry just because he suggested I might be useful,” she said.

She makes no secret of the fact that her participation in the research is guided by self-interest, that it gives her more credibility when she is fighting other battles — of which there are many.

In much of the autistic community — support groups dominated by parents of autistic children — Ms. Dawson is public enemy number one.

“They want autism to be a sickness that needs to be cured,” she said. “They say horrible disgusting things so they can get more money for their lobby groups. They make me sick,” Ms. Dawson said.

She can be equally abrasive with scientists. Like many autistics, Ms. Dawson has reduced social skills and, while she can put forward brilliant ideas, she is incapable of managing simple tasks that are essential to the research process.

“I have some spectacular deficits,” Ms. Dawson said matter-of-factly.

Nevertheless, Dr. Mottron said “she is changing the way the world views autism and that will have a lasting impact.”

Sunday, February 19, 2006


Batcaves have come a long way baby.

I was fortunate to have grown-up with hidey-holes and hidden passages in various homes I lived in. Buildings I frequented such as my high school, the local library and of course, church had more elaborate and larger areas. I would sit in a room, or walk through a building with an eye-out, seeking a crack, a crevice, something ajar. An odd corner, an out-of-place bit of something that would lead to my quest, the hidden passage.

You can’t imagine, and I can’t explain, the thrill when I would discover one. I would explore the find, I would look at each square inch and I would imagine why, who, when and how. Sometimes I would find another passage within a passage, these places usually had ‘things’ in them. Books, sometimes boxes with letters, pins, postcards, old pictures.
Most of these buildings were built in the 1800's, I was amazed, and the sophistication was pretty cool.
My enthrallment with this type of architecture led me to create my own batcaves such as forts in the snow complete with tunnels.

What a pleasant surprise to trip over this little corner of the net and a forgotten corner of my youth.

Thats some cloud!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Ohkay. you really need a date buddy.

RICHARD LAMBERT Age 27. Sign Leo. His beat Owner of clothing emporium 69 Vintage and The Social club.

Drink of choice Jack Daniels.

In a nutshell: So-called "the Alfie of Queen Street," he's a lascivious, if lovable, leprechaun just looking to be tamed. He knows how to dress. He knows how to undress. And he's about to do both in Small Potatoes, a movie that marks his first acting gig.

His dream date: "A mirror ..."

You go girl! and you look great in pink!

(this is a full body cast..it is made with goretex, so it can get wet)

Healing vibes are all around you sweetie.

(and mum, you know we are thinking about you, sending you much love)

You are missed terribly.
Knowing you are in God's arms helps.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Class. This is class.

"Your karma check for today: There once was a user that whined
his existing OS was so blind
he'd do better to pirate
an OS that ran great
but found his hardware declined.
Please don't steal Mac OS!
Really, that's way uncool.
(C) Apple Computer, Inc."

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Operative word.

Try (and outguess Ebert). Ha!
um. Watchout Ebert, that guy has a gun
pointed at you. Duck!
(as in duck! & cover. Not the duck, like the duck you
would shoot at, er, oh! I'm sooooo confused.)

Cheney’s Got A Gun

Cheney's Got A Gun (Think Areosmith)

Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Cheney’s Got A Gun
Cheney’s Got A Gun
His whole world's come undone
From looking straight at the sun
What did his daddy do
What did he put you through

They say when Cheney was arrested
They found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin'
Now that Cheney’s Got A Gun
He ain't never gonna be the same

Cheney’s Got A Gun
Cheney’s Got A Gun
His dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell his now it's untrue
What did his daddy do

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Run away, run away from the pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away

Cheney’s Got A Gun
Cheney’s Got A Gun
His dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did his daddy do
It's Cheney’s last I.O.U.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


Found what they were looking for. Smart people, its kinda interesting, but sad.
They aren't finished. It's actually amazing, the process used, patterns first, then the rest. They've seen this time and time again.
It's an ugly job.
They are now going back to the start, your start.
It makes no difference to us, our outcome is the same, nothing will change that. We have moved on.
The facts are the facts.
No motor-mouthing will prove anything different.
Stone cold found out.
Like a bad line from a cheesy teevee show, they say, spit it out before they put
more effort in and they take it into consideration.
Get ready, you will have a visit soon.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


c i r c l e
i c a r u s
r a r e s t
c r e a t e
l u s t r e
e s t e e m


A reminder.

Take nothing for granted.
thats all.

There. Happy now?

Ohkay. I've done it.
Happy Valentine.
It's nice. It's polite. It's appropriate.
(the picture)
Singles aren't loosers.
Valentine is romantic.
*thinks hard*
Don't fuck love.
we square now?

Did I say that?

Really. This an international day where we
are so rude to point out singles-are-losers.
Opps. Wrong one.
Ah well. You know.
Happy Valentines to everyone I love.
(thats you silly)

Sunday, February 12, 2006


Saturday, February 11, 2006

um. wow.

The film made in 1949 is based on the book and stars Gary Cooper as Howard Roark, Patricia Neal as Dominique Francon, Raymond Massey as Gail Wynand and Kent Smith as Peter Keating. The film was directed by King Vidor, with the screenplay written by Ayn Rand.

Popular Culture Reference

A worn paperback copy of the novel appears briefly, with negative context, in the movie Dirty Dancing

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (1943)


  • "A house can have integrity, just like a person; and just as seldom." [Howard Roark]
  • "I don't build in order to have clients; I have clients in order to build." [Howard Roark]
  • "But you see, I have, let's say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I've chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I'm only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards--and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one." [Howard Roark]


  • "Mr. Roark, we’re alone here. Why don’t you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us." - "But I don’t think of you." [Elsworth Toohey and Howard Roark]


  • "It's said that the worst thing one can do to a man is to kill his self-respect. But that's not true. Self-respect is something that can't be killed. The worst thing is to kill a man's pretense at it." [Dominique Keating]
  • "Suffering? I'm not conscious of having shown that." "You haven't. That's what I meant. No happy person can be quite so impervious to pain." [Dominique Keating and Gail Wynand]


  • "You’ll get everything society can give a man. You’ll keep all the money. You’ll take any fame or honor anyone might want to grant. You’ll accept such gratitude as the tenants might feel. And I--I’ll take what nobody can give a man, except himself. I will have built Cortlandt." - "You’re getting more than I am, Howard." [Howard Roark and Peter Keating]
  • "If you learn how to rule one single man's soul, you can get the rest of mankind. It's the soul, Peter, the soul. Not whips or swords or fire or guns. That's why the Caesars, the Attilas, the Napoleons were fools and did not last. We will. The soul, Peter, is that which can't be ruled. It must be broken. Drive a wedge in, get your fingers on it--and the man is yours." [Ellsworth Toohey]
  • "Build it as a monument to that spirit which is yours...and could have been mine." [Gail Waynand]
  • "Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision." [Howard Roark]
  • "It's good to suffer. Don't complain. Bear, bow, accept - and be grateful God has made you suffer. For this makes you better than the people who are laughing and happy. If you don't understand this, don't try to understand. Everything bad comes from the mind, because the mind asks too many questions. It is blessed to believe, not to understand. So if you didn't get passing grades, be glad of it. It means that you are better than the smart boys who think too much and too easily" [Ellsworth Toohey]
  • This is pity, he thought, and then he lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling is called a virtue. (all that is from wikki thing..there, credit given..good 'nuff and 'nuff said)

Cody, all I can say is wow. We are rooting for you.

You have worked hard. The universe is unfolding, this will happen for you.



we will fill you in when you get home.


(another great Bon share)

Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"

A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.
Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!

Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out

Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking

What turns you off: fighting and conflict

Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love

10 Things


1) You have to take out the garbage.
2) The Ferrari 550 Maranello lists for over $200,000.
) No sofas in your restrooms.
4) External genitalia are vulnerable to knees and footballs.
5) Even if you get you head caught in an industrial wood chipper, you're
not allowed to cry.
6) James Bond movies only come out every 2 years.
7) Ribbed for her pleasure - not yours. (eh? turn them inside out
you fool!!)
8) You have to wear ties.
9) You can't flirt your way out of a jam.
10) "Women and children first.

Friday, February 10, 2006

What would Fonzi do?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Seminars for Men

I will be offering courses to men, regardless of marital status.
Please note that the name of some courses have recently been changed. Attendance to at least 10 of the following courses is manditory. The seminars are in great demand, so please register early.


  • Economics
    • 101: Understanding Your Finacial Incompetence
    • 102: We Do Not Want Sleazy Underthings For Christmas- Give Us Money
  • English
    • 101: Spelling-Even You Can Get It Right
    • 102: The Attainable Goal-Omitting "*#?$@" From YOur Vocabulary
    • 110: How Not to Act Like an Asshole When You're Obviously Wrong
  • Envirnomental Studies
    • 101: Garbage- Getting It to the Curb
    • 102: Why It Is Unacceptable to Releive Yourself Anywhere But the Bathroom

    • 103: You Can Do Housework Too
    • 104: How to Fill an Icetray
    • 105: How to Put the Toilet Lid Down (must be taken concurrently with Environmental Studies 106)
    • 106: Learning to Aim Start- It Can Be Done (must be taken with ES 105)
  • Health
    • 101: How to Stay Awake After Sex
    • 102: Parenting- It Doesn't End With Conception (also Pych 102)
    • 103a: You Can Fall Asleep Without It If You Really Try
    • 103b: The Morning Dilemma- If It's Awake, Take a Shower
    • 104: Changing Your Underwear- It Really Works
    • 110: You Too Can Be a Designated Driver
    • 201: Honest, You Don't Look Like Mel Gibson- Especially When Your Naked (also Psych 201)
  • Leisue Studies
    • 101: The Weekend and Sports Are Not Synonymous
    • 102: How to Go Shopping With a Woman Without Getting Lost
    • 110: Helpful Posture Hints for Couch Potatoes
  • Psychology
    • 100: Combatting Stupidity
    • 101: PMS- Learn When to Keep Your Mouth Shut
    • 102: see Health 102
    • 103: Understanding the Female Response When You Come In Drunk at 3am
    • 104: How to Not Act Younger Than Your Children
    • 111: Give Me a Break- Why We Know Your Excuses are Bullshit
    • 201: see Health 201
    • 250: Learning Self-Control- How Not to Pick Your Nose or Adjust Your Balls in Public
  • Sociology
    • 101: YOU- The Weaker Sex
    • 102: Reasons to Give Flowers
    • 105: Romanticism- Other Ideas Besides Sex
    • 115: Why Fluffing the Blankets After Farting is Not Necessary
    • 210: Male Bonding- How to Leave Your Friends At Their Homes
  • Textiles and Apparals
    • 101: Wonderful Laundry Techniques (Formerly: Don't Wash My Silk)
    • 102: I'll Wear It If I Damn Well Please
    • 104: Yes, They Really Smell After Being Worn More Than Once
    **Source unknown - sorry don't know who did this one, but I sure love it!

Boot knocking.

Well well.

Turns out a bit of boot knocking is not just good for you, its really good for you.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

I am not.

I am not directly related to Janet Jones.

I don't like gambling games.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Some Blogs.

Trying to lose weight?
The Skinny Daily Post www.skinnydaily.com can offer support.

Quitting smoking? Take inspiration from 42-year-old American working mom Tammy http://tammysquitsmokingblog.blogspot.com.

Just want to shake up your life? The catch-all resolution blog 43 Things and sister site 43 Places have thousands of users checking off goals or trips and inspiring others to do the same www.43things.com and www.43places.com.

Abject Learning at http://weblogs.elearning.ubc.ca/brian/-- helps organize Northern Voice, a national blogging conference held in Vancouver Feb. 10 and 11 www.northernvoice.ca.

Monday, February 06, 2006


I'm not afraid of storms for I'm learning how to sail my ship.
Louisa May Alcott

Thank you everyone for all your good vibes, thoughts and kindness.
You've helped me get to the warf, onto the deck and I'm now setting my sails.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

New old job.

I have a new-old-job.
I'm not working for Xerox. Never have.

Years ago I did take the best sales training course in the world.
It's called the Xerox Sales Training course.
A friend of mine, who was working for Xerox, he snuck me in. It was great fun, sneaking in, and, yes, we got caught.
The very cute teacher, who wore the NICEST suit and smelled devine, (don't ask because I won't tell other than he didn't have to 'sell' me on anything) he didn't let on to anyone else in the program and let me continue attending. Then, the upper Xerox person, that had hosted the course for all the new-hires, and bad-hires who needed retraining/retreading...he offered me a job.
I declined, with much thanks etc.
I never forgot what I learned.
It truly is the best program.
And so.
The old customers I work for will be happy with the new company I represent.

I will make regular appointments for my nails to be done , nothing tacky of course. Hair appointments and pedicures. Sounds like hell dosen't it. *heee!*
I haven't done that in years. I'll not be able to get away with leaving my legs for that wee extra day.

I'll save up for a few navy blue and white button-down type outfits. I've always found the stewardess-look to be not-to-sexy to piss off the women, but enough to leave imagination for the men. *winks*
My day will begin and end in the car.
Connected to the world by cell phone.
Eating healthy snacks and lunches out of my car-cooler overlooking a beach, a grove or a parking lot. Indy, my dog, he will be curled up in the front seat or head hanging out the window, nose into the wind...so will mine for-that-matter.

I am now a sales rep.
I cover a territory that extends to the West Coast. That means beaches once-a-week.
I'll sneak in a surf here and there.

And so. The new door has opened and I have walked through.

Wish me luck!

Saturday, February 04, 2006

ahhhhh....that feels better