Category: Griping

Colours/Changes

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 16/11/2010

I won’t be blogging as much anymore. Not only do people almost never comment on my blog-leading me to think no one reads it anymore so what’s the point-I’m making a computer switch out to using my ipad almost exclusively. This laptop is a piece of shit that I never got to properly test drive before I bought it. It drives me bonkers-I can’t type properly on it because it’s always thinking about other stuff so I’m constantly fixing missed letters. I’m a good typer under normal circumstances, ask Ali.

So I am only updating when the mood strikes. If you subscribe via google reader, better for you, you won’t miss a thing or feel angry hitting reload all day.

Right now I am super busy working on about 100 different projects and I realized-yarnily speaking-that my favourite colours are green and yellow. More green, I guess. I wear a lot of green too, the nice lady at the Indian restaurant commented on that once.

Look at all this green, just look at it. And yellow, look at that too:

Oh, I love it. Of course, picking all the greens/yellows out of my stash left me with a bin of everything else:

So that’s it for now. I’ll catch you on the flipside (and I’ll see you in less than 2 weeks, yay!).

Hilariously awful

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 10/11/2010

I cleaned our oven today. Talk about the world’s grossest job. The brown goop that came out of it was so gross, omg. I guiltily used almost an entire roll of paper towels-I just couldn’t bring myself to use a damp rag that would need rinsing after each swipe. Ugh. Anyway, this horrible task led me to need a trip out of the house. I’d been feeling Eaton Centric for a few weeks, so that’s where I wound up.

Didn’t buy much, just a non-branded sweater on sale from Bench. It’s ok. The fun was at Winner’s, the one at College Park. It’s not a particularly swanky location, not like the Bay-Bloor one, so when I saw these shoes I almost choked on my free Halls.

Ugly, right? I though, oh they must be by Gwen Stefanie or something, but the name is Roger Vivier and apparently he’s a big deal because I flipped them over and saw this:

holyflamingshitballs

Srsly. That’s $599.99 for what may be the fugliest shoes at Winner’s. I know someone will think, oh but they’re Roger Vivier (and again, whoever the eff that is) but that doesn’t cancel out the ugly.

Not cute.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 07/11/2010

Seeing these chickens at the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair on Saturday made me very sad.  I’m pretty much immune to the gelatinous blobs that go to the fair, the rude and obnoxious people that ride transit and other every day crap, but this really bummed me out. Like being a chicken at a traveling petting zoo doesn’t suck enough.

The pink one was especially sad, missing lots of feathers on her neck. They seemed dazed.

I read that they are dyed in utero, while still in the shell, I guess that’s less inhumane than painting them with Manic Panic after.

Poor fishie

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 13/09/2010

The pet store near work…sucks.  In the sense that ALL pet stores suck, they sell kitties that you could get free from a neighbour (or adopt at a shelter), puppies bred at puppy mills and lizards from who knows where. Not to mention exotic birds that have no business being in Canada (or a cage) and a wide assortment of rodents.

And fish. And this store hires people that offer BAD fish expertise, it was here that I was told that I must use a cleaning product to get rid of the poop in my pond, which I did do, assuming they were the experts, and one of my fish promptly DIED. A horrible, pain filled, miserable death. That was Kelly #1, she was maybe 14 years old but at least 12, a plain, old, boring ‘feeder’ fish.

Ok, so anyway, I do go in there occasionally to buy fish food for long weekends.  And I do like looking at kitties and puppies and rodents and fish. I love the fish, I love the plecostamus, at the store they’re so tiny, smaller than my pinky finger, unlike Brenda, my pleco, who’s as long as my forearm.  This garbage bin was sitting on the floor beside the tanks with one small fish, dead, laying in it.  It made me sad, poor little fish, no friends, all alone, dead.

She’s the tiny orange blob you can barely see.

Caitlin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 11/08/2010

It’s actually already come to an end, but the badness started about 24 hours ago and it’s all George Lucas’ fault. Or Spielberg’s.  Let me explain:

I’ve been very much addicted to the Lego Indiana Jones game for DS. I play it a lot because, frankly, it’s crazy fun. And Ari is playing it too so we compare notes and have become a little competitive. Except I’d been ignoring a fizzy sort of pain in my right hand, in my pinky finger for a while, it would happen and then I would just shake my hand thinking it had gone to sleep but now that pain is here to stay.

Yes. I think I have carpal tunnel syndrome. I might be wrong, but the symptoms sure do match. Tingly pinky and the pinky side of my ring finger, that shoots right up into my elbow and into my shoulder. Or hopefully just a weird pinched nerve, as my second reading of wikipedia makes me think CTS is normally the index and middle fingers.

So guess what, I barely slept last night. My stupid finger hurt and it was stressing me out. Finding a comfortable position for my arm-which really wanted to be curled up on my chest but somehow that felt like it might exacerbate the situation-was impossible. So, right, no sleep.

I had to work today and I suspect my boss also got very little sleep as she seemed to be in the mood to argue with me and make shit up for no reason. I was not in the mood to argue and luckily it’s a big swimming pool so I just moved away from her.

Then on my way home I got bit by a dog. Not a big bite, no bleeding ok, but there’s a mark and a bruise, on my elbow. My RIGHT elbow (see above). At that point I barely made it home before I had a complete emotional breakdown, crying for about half an hour. No one was home to comfort me either, that somehow made it all seem worse.

I’m fixing to cut off my dang right arm.

Of course I tried to have a nap, it seemed the only thing to do but just as I was dozing off my next door nabe decided that was the perfect time to blast ICP. Not that I normally mind his music, not much, but it was just fantastically bad timing.

Hopefully it’s all over now. I’m taking a couple Advil and maybe a sleeping pill and reading a couple pages then heading off to sleep before tomorrow, hopefully a much better day.

Viva la V.V.!

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 28/06/2010

I know, it’s been a long time since I blogged about the greatest store on earth, Value Village. To be honest, not much has changed there and I rarely go any more. I trickled over today to look for plaques, like, award plaques for a project I’m working on and to do some donating. The lady accepting donations was very nice, I told her about coming home around 10 pm last Friday night and watching a family (adults and children about Ari’s age) rooting through bags left as donations. She told me that they know who they are and that they do it regularly.

This is stealing. And the donations that are left strewn about are usually ruined by the weather making them unsellable too.

I did find some treasures today and if they’d been priced a little lower, they’d be with me right now. The first is this beautiful green sculpture which is reminiscent of my high school project called Reclining Poo (which, incidentally, I broke, glued back together and still have!).

Hand made, can you tell? Only $2.99. In hindsight, it almost seems worth it.

This next guy is made of painted pebbles and he has a yarn cravat:

He’s exactly as cute as you think he is. Also $2.99.

And this pig. I used to collect pig things when I was a kid, this is something I would have begged for.

I resisted this time.

I did get some good scores, 2 plaques and a small trophy AND a copy of Gobblet, a game we’ve had the Jr version of for a while. And really, I only paid $5 for all that stuff, so maybe saying everything is over priced there is an exaggeration.

And this is for Ali, who will know why-feel free to post on facebook or wherever:

How is your skush anyway?

Ow. Sigh.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 04/05/2010

So my first time out on my xmas roller skates was a complete disaster. Our alley/driveway is extremely rustic: It may as well be a gravel road. And I should have known better, I should have walked to the end of it and THEN put on my skates, but no, I was feeling ambitious. And distracted for one split second by a neighbor, I fell.

Hard.

I sucked it up and did the promised round in the (smooth) driveway next door. Then hobbled in to see what was what. Ari’s face was classic, I should have taken a picture of that.

Before clean up:

And after, with liberal slathering of polysporin that has pain killer in it:

Looks better but trust me, it hurts, a lot, and is bleeding through the bandaid.  And it’s got some strange numbness around it too. I haven’t had a knee injury like this for so long I forgot what they were like.

I’m getting knee pads. And wrist guards.

ZOMGIT’SSHIT!!?!11

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 20/04/2010

Ok, so the latest trend in my ‘hood is vomit: human vomit. It’s everywhere, huge puddles on the sidewalk. It’s the new dog shit, apparently. Lucky us. Nothing like slipping in a lake of partially digested lasagna!

But this? This is cute. At least, as cute as a huge dump of shit can be. I had actually noticed this pile on my first trip out of the house today and thought, gee, if my dog made that I wouldn’t touch it either, not with a bag or a pole. But luckily, someone out there, some funny person with a real artistic flair, DID want to touch it.

Poop!

Aw! Cute, eh? And let me tell you, that is a BIG dump, as big as both my fists. And  I wasn’t embarrassed at all, standing on Bloor Street West with my phone out, laughing like a loon.

Good customer service

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 14/04/2010

I bought a new coffee pot and mug a couple weeks ago at Starbucks. The coffee pot is a Bodum-my old one was falling apart and Starbucks has ‘green’ versions. Literally, green. The mug too, it was recycled glass and looked great. Until yesterday, that is, when I poured in water to make tea and the glass cracked.

I had visions of arguing with the baristas about it, I’d lost my receipt and couldn’t prove that I hadn’t just taken the mug off the stack near the door…but they were very nice, the manager telling me to pick ‘any’ mug and didn’t make me pay the difference, about $4!

That makes me happy.

This is my new mug, hopefully it lasts more than a few weeks:

mug-a-licious

Yes, it’s a biggun. Ignore the world’s grottiest manicure.

Clouds

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 30/03/2010

I know I haven’t been updating as regularly as I used to: I haven’t been in the right mood. I try to keep my blog positive (or lightly complainatory) and if I wrote what I’ve really been thinking about lately, your hair would fall out. Or you’d get that glazed, glassy eyed look so many of my friends have when I really get on a roll, listing my many grievances, usually starting with the fact that Shannon and I are not yet married. It goes downhill from there.

Here’s a picture of a great mural in Toronto on The Cameron House. I love how the door is inside the mouth.

Open wide and say “ahhh”

The fellow in the brown jacket actually went in the door seconds after I took this.

And the sky was lovely a couple weeks ago on Bloor St. For some reason I seem to only notice clouds when I am walking between my house and Lansdowne subway station.

Bloor sky