Last Updated on: 21st April 2015, 04:38 pm
Here comes another monster o thoughts. While I’m doing the laundry, I might as well write a blog post.
This whole being out of town part time thing has taught me that I suck at time-management. I was always able to get by since I had lots of flexibility to get stuff done. I didn’t get to that today? Oh well I’ll do it tomorrow. Now, I have to think ahead to make sure I get everything done on my off days.
Even laundry has become slightly more of a pain since our building has those inaccessible laundry card-filler-uppers. So, if I’m getting low on laundry money, I have to either a. coordinate like hell to be there when the huppy’s mom is doing laundry, or b. pray to the lord above that someone will be down there to help me fill the damn card. I’m seriously thinking about rounding up an apartment-sized washer/dryer set. Seriously I am.
Since I don’t have as much time/energy to look at Twitter as I did before, I’ve started organizing the people I follow into lists. As a result, I’m uber behind on the news, people’s retweets and random folks I decided to follow. I really need to fix that giant news Twitter hole I’ve created though. That’s just shameful.
And because I’m behind on people’s retweets, I didn’t notice in enough time that The guys who did Twittereen were at it again, with another contest, Countdown2Christmas.
I suck, and have missed out on two days of the contest, but I don’t care. I’m still going to try. I mean, look at the prizes! They wrote ’em out. Yeah yeah yeah I would like a leak-proof travel mug and a Timmy’s card. Sure I would.
So wish me good luck in what’s left of this here contest, There aren’t any iThings, but the contest is still cool.
Edit: looks like I didn’t need the luck, since before I posted this, I won the prize I wanted. Yea! Gimme gimme gimme my Timmy Timmy Timmy’s stuff!
Another sign that I obviously don’t have this whole time-management thing down: I didn’t get a happy birthday Steve post up like I try to do. Failbox! Well I guess I did pay for his dinner at Smokin’ Tony’s. Maybe that makes up for it.
By the way…Smokin’ Tony’s? Om nom nom! Check out their menu. They really give you a lot of food, and it’s good. Mmm sweet potato casserole! When I first walked in I was afraid you could only take your food and go…but then I remembered. They serve beer, they must intend for people to sit down. And they did, and they were great.
Even though Steve and I are doing Christmas together, we figured for the sake of not lugging each other’s gifts on the road, we’d exchange our gifts on Steve’s birthday. That’s probably a good idea, since I can’t keep a secret at all. Out of the 6 things I got Steve, he knew what 3 of them were, and had guessed at a fourth. It kind of kills the surprise element when he knew what half the stuff was already. And he didn’t snoop, it’s because I can’t keep a secret worth a damn…and an email came in which had the name of one of his gifts in the subject line..which just happened to read as he walked in the room. Damn JAWS, ya busted me. can’t win for losin’.
But I’m happy to say that I own all the Austin Lounge Lizards CD’s to date, and their concert DVD! Oooo that one’s gonna be fun! Will have to review those when I get some time…so considering my big pile of comments about my lack of ability to time-manage…could be a while.
It is really hard to believe it’s Christmas. I’m happy there’s no snow, but it’s hard to remember to wish people a merry Christmas and stuff when I’m not trompling through the snow. Christmas is going to be here and gone before I know what hit me.
And I think I’ve found the song that is as irritating to me as it’s the most wonderful time of the year is to Steve. It’s Do They Know It’s Christmas.
I know it was a song raising money for people in Africa, but the line about “Do they know it’s Christmas time” kinda bugs me. Maybe they don’t care. What if they celebrate something else? And don’t they need the money the rest of the year too? I don’t know, there’s something about that song that bugs me.
So they’re starting a Go Train service out of Guelph. Right now it’s designed to shuttle people to Toronto, but I hope some day it will go to Kitchener, giving me more options for travel to my awesome job. But as a preview, they gave everyone a free trip to Kitchener, and because a friend was also going, she asked me if I wanted to. Sure, what the heck!
So we headed for the train. She’s a far bigger Go guru (goru?) than I am, so told me all about the accessible car, and how if I’m going to take the train, I’d be best to get on there. For one, there’s always a person there watching for folks. For another, it always pulls up in the same spot, and third, it opens at every stop! Yup, sounds like a deal to me.
We got on, and actually got to talk to our MPP Liz Sandals. She was surprised that the bus service from Guelph to KW had deteriorated so badly. We talked for a little while to her about how awesome this whole Go service thing would be, because really it’s the only truly accessible public transit service there is for folks in wheelchairs. Greyhound? Yeah right. Via? pfffft! Go Bus? Maybe if the drivers remember to do the fancy dancin’ with a strip of seats. But with Go Trains, it’s cool. A ramp comes out to close the gap between platform and train, and folks in wheelchairs just wheely wheely wheel onboard, and there’s an area that’s designated as accessible seating…although women with strollers think that means they’re entitled, even though there are seniors with walkers and people with wheelchairs in plain sight. May you develop a disability making that seat necessary for you later in life and encounter a stroller-wheeling woman just like you. That is all. But the point is Go is really the only way to go for folks in wheelchairs, so let’s start Go-ing in more directions.
The trip was wicked fast, like 20 minutes. Yup, I could deal with that. It’s too bad poor Go got stuck behind a broken down freight train, which delayed their exit by an hour. But the trip itself was pretty cool.
In this rambling winding post of crazy, I have to give two gigantic woo’s to a couple of folks in a couple of businesses. Let’s start with Portions Canada. I heard about them through Twitter, the way I seem to hear about most things these days, and they were talking about having gluten-free food and prepared meals for folks with diabetes and stuff. I knew the shoe thief was kind of run ragged by a bunch of stuff, so I decided to get him a couple of frozen meals and some cookies. So off I went on a crazy adventure.
Can I say again that Google Transit is the worst thing known to man? Unless I’m an epic fail at using it, it always tells me the exactly wrong bus to get on to get to a given destination. I saw a link to it on the Portions Canada’s Google map, so I thought I’d try it. “Take the 1 Woodlawn,” it said. So I called Guelph Transit to get more details, and their response? “Um? 1 Woodlawn? To get there? Um, erm, not even close! You have to take the 22!”
But that’s beside the point. I just couldn’t miss the opportunity to rag on Google Transit. After going on a wild adventure through the city, being dumped on a giant grassy sidewalkless zone and being escorted across a busy parking lot to the store, the people *in* the store were nothing short of awesome. They told me next time, just call before I come and they’ll come meet me at the bus stop! Not only that, but they went through things until I found the perfect combo of stuff. And to top it off, they delivered it to the shoe thief for me! Like, um, holy crap?
So if you’re in the market for gluten-free goodies, stuff for folks with Diabetes or kidney disease, and I’m sure lots of other things, pop in there and see what you will find. But I have learned that if you’re alergic to garlic, you should definitely not pop in there. All their meals and stuff have garlic in ’em. Ah well, how else are you going to flavour it without salt?
I have to also give a gigantic thankya to a very cool employee at Wind Mobile. Long story time. I have a blind friend who has been searching for a phone that he could at least possibly operate a little bit. Every phone he gets, he has been promised it talks, but all it has is voice recognition, i.e. “please say a command.” That works to an extent, but you can’t enter your own contacts, or operate most of the phone’s functions. So, eventually, in frustration, he asked me to go with him to the store to see what we could see.
I first went in hoping they had something that could have the Nokia Screen Reader installed on it. I know it’s free and kind of preliminary, but CodeFactory had their hand in it, I thought it would get us by. But they had nothing that would take that screen reader. So the woman from Wind Mobile toiled, talked to Samsung tech support, and twisted that phone into halfway working to the point that he might be able to at least get to voice command on his own.
This was no easy feat, but she did it. Not only that, but she taught me a few things about his phone, so I could continue helping him. Adrien from Wind Mobile in Old Quebec Street Mall in Guelph, you are the most awesome of awesome, and we appreciate all your hard work. Thanks to you, I was able to show him a couple more things. You deserve to get promoted yesterday.
You know, I have been buzzed by several colds and flus, and as each one zooms by, I thank my lucky stars. I did not want to be sick and need time off when I’m just starting work. But now, just before Christmas, I’ve got this wicked cough. Sometimes, when I cough, I sound like I’m pulling a Carl Barron. I can’t find a damn clip of him doing it, but maybe others have heard him do that bit with the loud dry sounding cough. I’m hoping to beat it into submission before Friday when we head for Steve’s family.
This got me to thinking. Why is it perfectly ok to come home for Christmas with your own family when you have a cold, but if you’re going to someone else’s family, that’s just wrong? Why is it ok to infect your own family? Yup, we’re weird.
I’ve been told by several people that Trixie has a lot more white around her muzzle. Um, eek? I don’t like the physical reminders that she is getting older. I know she’s still young, but well, it’s just another reminder, like the pile of her city tags in the drawer, that time marches on.
I’m making a little something for Trixie’s raisers this Christmas. I still don’t know if they read here, so can’t say what it is yet, but I hope they enjoy it. It’ll have to arrive late this year, because I lost their address in the hard drive crash of doom in May, and I’ve emailed them but haven’t heard back yet.
I got some very sad news yesterday. Don’t worry, noone died, but it kind of feels like someone did. I just found out that the Fresh at Home program has suddenly been discontinued. You know what that means? No more easy to get local and awesome food. It’s back to the grocery store for us, which is one big boo. It was cool that it was delivered, but the cooler part was how amazing it was. It truly was amazing. I don’t know what happened to it, but one day, there was a program and the next it was gondo. It makes Steve and I very sad pandas.
And I think this monster has gone for quite long enough. I should be snoring, 6 a.m. comes early. So…I will post, fall down, and finish the thoughts I had left over in another post. Yes, I have more, and other posts that need a place up here. But I have to stop or I’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.
>Merry Christmas,
Carin.
>Thanks. Hope you have a good one too.