New to my library

There were two secrets in the book that hit me like a wall of ice.

Mine, was not there, which I suppose is fitting, because since writing it... I've been able to tell some people. My secret was a fear, that I guess is still true, but at least its not hidden.

Ugg Hunting!

So, I now have a new thing to do on public transit while I am bored.

I invite you to join me in:


UGG HUNTING!

So, you watch people's shoes and when you see a pair of Uggs, laugh silently to yourself, look at your shoes, and be happy that your shoes don't make you look like a dumbass.

Unless you are wearing Uggs, in which case... look around and spot the person laughing at YOU!


Brought to you in the spirit that brought such games as: spot the Mullet.

Whats worse than the normal Ugg?

THE UGG MINI!!!!




Now, these shoes would make even the hipsterist fashion queen look like a dumbass.

Or, how about these... Fugg (I mean Ugg) for the family... traumatize your child with these:




Oh so much joy does making fun of these shoes bring. Sorry Lisa, you will not be spared if you bust out the fuggs :p

Honestly, not in the mood

Alright, so usually I can handle "holier-than-thou" agents tolerably well. Not this morning. Especially when they don't work for my company.

Example:

A David Beaton calls for one of our agents, and first he asks for my agent with the wrong last name. And when I verify that he is indeed asking for who I think he is, he gets snarky with me... "well how many agents do you have that sound like that?"

So I begin typing the message, get his name and number and now, its my office policy to get what it is a regarding, especially if its an agent who doesn't get a lot of calls (we don't let other companies solicit our agents, nor does my boss pay his receptionists to page agents with personal messages through the work number). When I ask what its regarding, I get this in response:

Him: Just tell her to call me
Me: Its my office policy that I must get what it is regarding to page out messages
Him: I don't care what your office policy is, I'm telling you to tell her to call me
Me: Alright, Bye, *click*

Ha, guess what Mr. Holier-than-thou Beaton, just for that, your message will get saved and not be paged out. Jerk.

Honestly people should stop testing me, I'm really a bitch if you haven't noticed

Do you speak italian? 0.o

So I'm sitting here at work, at my desk. And the following just happened:

*older man walks into the door*

Older man: Bonjourno ... aufiajeiahfieaufeohafoauehgaoey0wwandagnaiureaohfabgaheohlabv *as I interpret the stream of Italian conversation that he followed up with*

Me: 0.o (looks dumbfounded)

Older man: You no speak Italian

Me: No, do you speak English?

Older man: Leaves



Honestly, just because I'm beside Mafia bar that is full of a bunch of Italians, does not mean I automatically know Italian.

I mean, I can't even use my intelligence modifier to help me out.


If you got that reference, you make me smile

Now its time to get dirty ...

Alright, so this annoying number 416-398-5668 keeps calling my work, its some sort of solicitation and for the last 2 months everytime they have called I've told them our company does not solicit our agents and to please kindly remove our number from their database.

My boss has given me full permission to transfer them to wherever I will like... any suggestions of places to transfer to?

:(

There are things I don't understand.

I'd type more, but there are some of you who wouldn't understand what I don't understand, and I don't care to explain.

don't it make you sad to know that life, is, more than who we are

The song from which the title of this post is taken is called "Name" by The Goo Goo Dolls. I've been listening to it on repeat for the last day and a half.

I've been doing a lot of thinking as well. About life, about the last couple of months, about people in my life, about my lovers, people who have hurt me and God.

"scars are souveniors you never lose, the past is never far, did you lose yourself somewhere out there?"

I struggle with my past as a whole, I've never really allowed myself to be freed from things I could not change, prevent or help. I feel responsible for the abuse, for my mother (and all the betrayal) and for not being accepted by my family, especially my uncle.

Many times, those things that taunt me are as close as the blade to my skin, even though they are years in the past.

I guess, I think about it often, because sometimes I wonder how my past plays into my present. In regards to my views (in particular on honour, loyalty, marriage and sex), my decisions (in particular my honesty and with guys), my faith and the future.

I know what you are thinking, this doesn't sound like a girl that is happy with her life currently. And its probably true. I guess, I'm just tired. I'm tired of the questioning I go through with faith and God, tired of one night stands and of being the other woman (ya, you read that right). Tired of being unsure of what I want in my life, and tired of trying to push people away (but, it never works, which I'm thankful for). And I don't really know how I got here. A couple of years ago, if you said I'd have done half of the things I have done, I would have laughed at you.

"'cause all the dreams, you never thought you'd lose, got tossed along the way".

Last year, something broke inside me, and I just stopped caring. I decided to live life as I saw fit, fuck who I hurt, betrayed or ignored. I hid behind my actions, piled on the masks. And somewhere in it all, I lost perspective... who have I been lying to, myself or the world?

"doesn't it make you sad to know that life, is, more than who we are"

But I guess I've come to the point of realization, that "oh-em-gee" I'm not the centre of the fucking universe (pun intended). And as much as I have been betrayed by "love", trying to hurt it back is dirty fighting... I'm hurting myself, and innocent bystanders.

"reruns all become our history
a tired song keeps playing on a tired radio"

The above line is what I fear is the reality of this post, because, lets be honest... its not the first "crisis" I've had... and I doubt it'll be the last.

Read anything in in here

Particularily:
this
this
this
this
or this

And the countdown begins

7 days ...

And hopefully it will remain over.

Ink stains on a pair of jeans ...

Alright, so a blue pen exploded in my bag last night, and I ended up getting it on my jeans.

As soon as I noticed I went and put warm water and club soda on it, and then when I got back to my sisters I took soap and a j-cloth and hot water and went at them again. They've faded... but are still there.

Anyone have any solutions, they are a new pair of jeans :(

Now listen here weather

I have a bone to pick with you.

I noticed snow today. Brief, yes, but snow nonetheless.

I have not noticed lots of crunchy type leaves for me to stomp on.

Lets remember very clearly that it is FALL right now.

So get hopping on making those leaves fall and dry out.

And I don't want to see anymore snow until the end of November.

Thanks for listening.

Jamie

This is a test post

I just wanted to show a friend how simple it is to enter into the blogging world :)

Fini.

Food for Thought

I was reading PostSecret on Sunday, and I saved this post card onto my computer:



I check back throughout the week, and someone had sent this email:

-----Original Message-----
Sent: Saturday, September 30, 2006 8:59 PM
Subject: Torah

There's a reason we're called "yisrael" as a people.

It means "struggle with God."

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And, it made me stop for a moment.

*looks dreamy*

Fall is definately my favourite season of the year.

I can't wait till I can start crunching leaves.