P.S. Happy day before Earth Day!
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Showing posts with label Eee-diots. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Just when you thought you had nothing for Wordless Wednesday...
...Some asshat goes and lights a pile of tires on fire next door. (Because a pile of tires can't spontaneously ignite, as far as I know...)
P.S. Happy day before Earth Day!
P.S. Happy day before Earth Day!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Dear Fellow Drivers of the Great White North
Dear fellow drivers,
I know it’s been a long time since you’ve seen so much of this crazy white crap, but I’d like to point out that this happens every. Single. Year.
It’s snow. We live in Canada. Get over it.
Xoxox
Me
Dear driver of the black something-or-other,
When they say “adjust your speed” for the driving conditions, I don’t think they meant drive 15 km/hr down the highway, and cause a line of cars a mile long to back up behind you. I know it’s a bit slushy and slippery, but dude? 2 words. SNOW. TIRES. Get some, put them on, love them. And then speed up!
Xoxox
Me
Dear Driver of the Big Red Pickup Truck,
I know the dude in the black car was slow, but did you really need to pull out and pass 8 cars, on a road where passing is not really ideal on a clear day? You nearly made me crap my pants!
Seriously.
Xoxox
Me
Dear Driver of the White Volvo,
Your car is white. You may have noticed that the stuff falling from the sky, and swirling around you is, yes, also white. Being in a white car in a white blizzard is kind of like being very well camouflaged, which is an unfortunate state for a car. You may be able to help this situation, by heading to the nearest auto parts store, and purchasing a new LIGHTBULB for your left tail light. While you’re at it, might as well grab 2 more for your BRAKE LIGHTS. They probably cost less than that little “Baby on Board” sticker that you have in your back window, and they just may save you, and your baby’s life.
Idiot.
Xoxox
Me
Dear drivers who just can’t take it, and MUST pull over,
People, if you’re going to pull off the road, then pull OFF the road. Don’t sit there all willy nilly, half on the shoulder, half off, causing chaos in what is already a holy mess! Can’t tell the shoulder from the ditch for all the snow? Try a driveway. Or Tim Hortons! Just get out of the way!
Xoxox
Me
Dear Snow Plough Drivers of the greater Dufferin Area,
Dudes! It had been snowing for like 3 hours by the time I headed home, and for some reason you were completely MIA!! WTF??? Is there a hockey game on? A party at the Legion that I wasn’t invited too?
Get out there and fire ‘em up, boys! It’s WINTER!!
Xoxox
Me
Dear self, and the 3 other people that read this here blog and actually LIVE in the area,
Airport Road + snow + idiots = big bag of stupid. Stay away.
Xoxox
Me
I know it’s been a long time since you’ve seen so much of this crazy white crap, but I’d like to point out that this happens every. Single. Year.
It’s snow. We live in Canada. Get over it.
Xoxox
Me
Dear driver of the black something-or-other,
When they say “adjust your speed” for the driving conditions, I don’t think they meant drive 15 km/hr down the highway, and cause a line of cars a mile long to back up behind you. I know it’s a bit slushy and slippery, but dude? 2 words. SNOW. TIRES. Get some, put them on, love them. And then speed up!
Xoxox
Me
Dear Driver of the Big Red Pickup Truck,
I know the dude in the black car was slow, but did you really need to pull out and pass 8 cars, on a road where passing is not really ideal on a clear day? You nearly made me crap my pants!
Seriously.
Xoxox
Me
Dear Driver of the White Volvo,
Your car is white. You may have noticed that the stuff falling from the sky, and swirling around you is, yes, also white. Being in a white car in a white blizzard is kind of like being very well camouflaged, which is an unfortunate state for a car. You may be able to help this situation, by heading to the nearest auto parts store, and purchasing a new LIGHTBULB for your left tail light. While you’re at it, might as well grab 2 more for your BRAKE LIGHTS. They probably cost less than that little “Baby on Board” sticker that you have in your back window, and they just may save you, and your baby’s life.
Idiot.
Xoxox
Me
Dear drivers who just can’t take it, and MUST pull over,
People, if you’re going to pull off the road, then pull OFF the road. Don’t sit there all willy nilly, half on the shoulder, half off, causing chaos in what is already a holy mess! Can’t tell the shoulder from the ditch for all the snow? Try a driveway. Or Tim Hortons! Just get out of the way!
Xoxox
Me
Dear Snow Plough Drivers of the greater Dufferin Area,
Dudes! It had been snowing for like 3 hours by the time I headed home, and for some reason you were completely MIA!! WTF??? Is there a hockey game on? A party at the Legion that I wasn’t invited too?
Get out there and fire ‘em up, boys! It’s WINTER!!
Xoxox
Me
Dear self, and the 3 other people that read this here blog and actually LIVE in the area,
Airport Road + snow + idiots = big bag of stupid. Stay away.
Xoxox
Me
Monday, August 11, 2008
TWO fricking weeks!
My camera is going to be in the shop for at least 2 weeks...that's how long it will take them to decide what's wrong with it. DUH!! I can tell you what's wrong with it - the power button got wet. You're going to charge me SIXTY FREAKIN SEVEN dollars to figure that out! (Note to self: go into camera repairs if ever have need to get rich quick.)
Luckily, I discovered this tonight:
This is from the camera on the phone I borrowed from work...it kind of rocks, as far as a camera on a phone goes! Methinks I may have to hang onto the phone for a few more weeks...
Luckily, I discovered this tonight:
This is from the camera on the phone I borrowed from work...it kind of rocks, as far as a camera on a phone goes! Methinks I may have to hang onto the phone for a few more weeks...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Parking Lot Perils
A little story from the "Trenches of Motherhood" from a friend of mine:
I've done it, and I'm sure many of you have done it too: My friend needs to pop into the store. It's PISSING rain, so she parks right at the front of the store, and leaves her 2 kids under 2 SOUND ASLEEP in the back of the car, and rushes into the store.
She's inside not 2 minutes when she hears "would the owner of a black blah blah blah with the licence plate what-the-fuck-ever please return to your vehicle immediately!" She freaks out, thinking there's something wrong with one of her kids, and rushes out to the car.
2 "gentlemen" have moved their cars to block her in. There is a bleach blond bimbo who starts tearing a strip off of her, about how she is a horrible mother, and how could she ever leave such precious cargo where they could get stolen, or worse. There is another woman, on her cell phone, placing a call to Children's Services. People are freaking out, left right and centre on her head about what a horrible mother she is and how her children should be taken away from her.
And her children? Horror of horrors!! They're...wait....they're WARM and DRY and out of the rain, still SOUND ASLEEP in the back of the (locked) car!!
There's a few things to address here. First: Where leaving your children in the car alone is "not recommended" by the lawmakers of the land, it IS NOT illegal. I believe waking up 2 children under the age of 2 to drag them into the store for two minutes to buy a box of cereal is ALSO not recommended if you have any common sense, or respect for the holy grail that is naptime. If you were leaving the kids in the car, and "popping inside" to have a 1/2 hour manicure, or a "quick cut and colour" it may be a different story, but a walk there and back from the cereal aisle? Hardly cause for alarm in my opinion.
Second, one may reconsider waking said children if it were, say, 30 degrees outside (that's 85 degrees F for all you stateside Mamas) or minus 30 degrees (-22F) outside, but when it's PISS POURING rain, it may be better to leave the kid recovering from an ear infection, and the kid with chronic asthma where it is warm and dry!!
Thirdly, maybe an assessment of the situation would be warranted BEFORE getting all hot and bothered and on your cell phone to CAS. Are the children in distress? Are they being abused in some way, shape, or form? Is there a sticker on the window pointing you to their kiddy p*rn site? No, no and no? Well then Sweet Mother of Mary, mind your own EFFING business, people!!
She basically tells them all to suck eggs, and maneuvers her way out and heads home. She spends the rest of the day, and most of the night feeling suddenly guilty, waiting for CAS to come a'knocking, and questioning her goodness as a mother, just because some stupid people in a small town with too little to do decided to get all uppity on her.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Motherhood....oh, the glamour!!
I've done it, and I'm sure many of you have done it too: My friend needs to pop into the store. It's PISSING rain, so she parks right at the front of the store, and leaves her 2 kids under 2 SOUND ASLEEP in the back of the car, and rushes into the store.
She's inside not 2 minutes when she hears "would the owner of a black blah blah blah with the licence plate what-the-fuck-ever please return to your vehicle immediately!" She freaks out, thinking there's something wrong with one of her kids, and rushes out to the car.
2 "gentlemen" have moved their cars to block her in. There is a bleach blond bimbo who starts tearing a strip off of her, about how she is a horrible mother, and how could she ever leave such precious cargo where they could get stolen, or worse. There is another woman, on her cell phone, placing a call to Children's Services. People are freaking out, left right and centre on her head about what a horrible mother she is and how her children should be taken away from her.
And her children? Horror of horrors!! They're...wait....they're WARM and DRY and out of the rain, still SOUND ASLEEP in the back of the (locked) car!!
There's a few things to address here. First: Where leaving your children in the car alone is "not recommended" by the lawmakers of the land, it IS NOT illegal. I believe waking up 2 children under the age of 2 to drag them into the store for two minutes to buy a box of cereal is ALSO not recommended if you have any common sense, or respect for the holy grail that is naptime. If you were leaving the kids in the car, and "popping inside" to have a 1/2 hour manicure, or a "quick cut and colour" it may be a different story, but a walk there and back from the cereal aisle? Hardly cause for alarm in my opinion.
Second, one may reconsider waking said children if it were, say, 30 degrees outside (that's 85 degrees F for all you stateside Mamas) or minus 30 degrees (-22F) outside, but when it's PISS POURING rain, it may be better to leave the kid recovering from an ear infection, and the kid with chronic asthma where it is warm and dry!!
Thirdly, maybe an assessment of the situation would be warranted BEFORE getting all hot and bothered and on your cell phone to CAS. Are the children in distress? Are they being abused in some way, shape, or form? Is there a sticker on the window pointing you to their kiddy p*rn site? No, no and no? Well then Sweet Mother of Mary, mind your own EFFING business, people!!
She basically tells them all to suck eggs, and maneuvers her way out and heads home. She spends the rest of the day, and most of the night feeling suddenly guilty, waiting for CAS to come a'knocking, and questioning her goodness as a mother, just because some stupid people in a small town with too little to do decided to get all uppity on her.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Motherhood....oh, the glamour!!
Random Tuesday Thoughts
I don't know what it god's holy name possessed me to go and mess with the blog HTML last night....it's like something came over me and it had to be done RIGHT. NOW. I spent about 5 hours messing with stuff, only to have it all disappear with a click of the mouse. 5 hours later, it looks practically exactly the same as when I started, except it has 3 columns and a messed up header. Groovy.
What I WANTED to tell you about when I sat down at the computer, before I was possessed by the HTML Devil, was about my skin. Yes, hold onto your hats, this is an exciting one!
In a nutshell, my skin is it's own little freakshow. I spent the entire day outside yesterday, planting the garden. My arms, neck, chest, all golden brown. I tan like a superhero, all golden and glossy.
Of course, there is an exception to every rule, and my exception is my face. Doesn't tan. Nope, not at all. Looks all pasty white, like I haven't seen a sun ray for 10 years. It's hot, trust me.
And again, the exception to the face not tanning rule? The nose. My nose is the ONLY thing on my face that changes colour in the sun, and it tans more fast and furious than any other part on my body. But ONLY to the borders of my nose on either side, and up to the bridge of my sunglasses on top, where it ABRUPTLY stops, leaving a nice solid line on the bridge of my nose. Again, hot. Maybe it has something to do with the rest of my face being in the shadow of my protruding proboscis. Whatev.
And while we're on the subject of skin, what the hell is up with my arms? I used to have nice, soft smooth skin on my shoulders and upper arms, until I got all knocked up and they got all bumpy and gross. I dealt with it, figuring it was a pregnancy thing, but it's been nearly 2 years since I gave birth, and the bumpy grossness lives on. WTF??
Random Thought 2.0 - there is nothing I hate more than coming out to my car after a nice dinner, or swim, or drink, or whatever I happened to go inside for, to find that some arsehole has decided to foist his or her advertising on my by putting it under my windshield wiper. It's arsey, because I CAN'T ignore it. Today's was for a hair salon. And although I need a hair makeover worse than Sanjaya ever did, I will NOT be visiting the Hair Expressions to use their $15 off coupon, just because they were jerky enough to put it under my windshield wiper. So THERE!
Random Thought 3.0 - Current tiny cheesecake count: 10 of 15 remaining. This is an exercise in will power for me, because what I would REALLY like to do is sit down and eat the entire box in one sitting, just to end the torture. Makes sense, don't you think?
Random Thought 4.0 - Why is it that the word "bedtime" sparks an energy burst in a toddler that is more boisterous and exuberant than any other energy burst they have had all day? Griffin sat, practically catatonic, on my lap for an hour watching the Street from 7-8pm, while I started to tear my eyes out in HTML-land. I decided to put him in our bed because he was running a slight fever and I figured that if he was going to have a bad night and I wasn't going to get any sleep, I may as well be NOT sleeping in my own bed, rather than in his. As soon as I turned off the Street and said the "B" word, off he went like someone had spiked his bottle with pure corn syrup. He was jumping on the bed, laughing, throwing himself around, doing the "blanket on...no, off....no, on....no, off" routine, anything but sleep.
Until he passed out cold. Ah, sweet victory.
Random Thought 5.0 - How is it that you can have a whole bunch of random thoughts in your head that you want to post about, until the moment you sit down to type them out? They're gone, the rest of them, and there were a lot. Ah well, maybe it's for the best!
Hope you're enjoying your Tuesday!
What I WANTED to tell you about when I sat down at the computer, before I was possessed by the HTML Devil, was about my skin. Yes, hold onto your hats, this is an exciting one!
In a nutshell, my skin is it's own little freakshow. I spent the entire day outside yesterday, planting the garden. My arms, neck, chest, all golden brown. I tan like a superhero, all golden and glossy.
Of course, there is an exception to every rule, and my exception is my face. Doesn't tan. Nope, not at all. Looks all pasty white, like I haven't seen a sun ray for 10 years. It's hot, trust me.
And again, the exception to the face not tanning rule? The nose. My nose is the ONLY thing on my face that changes colour in the sun, and it tans more fast and furious than any other part on my body. But ONLY to the borders of my nose on either side, and up to the bridge of my sunglasses on top, where it ABRUPTLY stops, leaving a nice solid line on the bridge of my nose. Again, hot. Maybe it has something to do with the rest of my face being in the shadow of my protruding proboscis. Whatev.
And while we're on the subject of skin, what the hell is up with my arms? I used to have nice, soft smooth skin on my shoulders and upper arms, until I got all knocked up and they got all bumpy and gross. I dealt with it, figuring it was a pregnancy thing, but it's been nearly 2 years since I gave birth, and the bumpy grossness lives on. WTF??
Random Thought 2.0 - there is nothing I hate more than coming out to my car after a nice dinner, or swim, or drink, or whatever I happened to go inside for, to find that some arsehole has decided to foist his or her advertising on my by putting it under my windshield wiper. It's arsey, because I CAN'T ignore it. Today's was for a hair salon. And although I need a hair makeover worse than Sanjaya ever did, I will NOT be visiting the Hair Expressions to use their $15 off coupon, just because they were jerky enough to put it under my windshield wiper. So THERE!
Random Thought 3.0 - Current tiny cheesecake count: 10 of 15 remaining. This is an exercise in will power for me, because what I would REALLY like to do is sit down and eat the entire box in one sitting, just to end the torture. Makes sense, don't you think?
Random Thought 4.0 - Why is it that the word "bedtime" sparks an energy burst in a toddler that is more boisterous and exuberant than any other energy burst they have had all day? Griffin sat, practically catatonic, on my lap for an hour watching the Street from 7-8pm, while I started to tear my eyes out in HTML-land. I decided to put him in our bed because he was running a slight fever and I figured that if he was going to have a bad night and I wasn't going to get any sleep, I may as well be NOT sleeping in my own bed, rather than in his. As soon as I turned off the Street and said the "B" word, off he went like someone had spiked his bottle with pure corn syrup. He was jumping on the bed, laughing, throwing himself around, doing the "blanket on...no, off....no, on....no, off" routine, anything but sleep.
Until he passed out cold. Ah, sweet victory.
Random Thought 5.0 - How is it that you can have a whole bunch of random thoughts in your head that you want to post about, until the moment you sit down to type them out? They're gone, the rest of them, and there were a lot. Ah well, maybe it's for the best!
Hope you're enjoying your Tuesday!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The nerve.
After all my hard work - digging, hoeing, seeding, weeding and so on and so forth, some little critter has the GALL to giddyup into my garden and consume ALL my romaine lettuce, and then start in on the leaf lettuce too. What do they think this is, a fracking FREE FOR ALL??
Well, it's not. No matter what they think.
I'm still smarter than them, and tomorrow I'll prove it, once TSC opens up. Provided there's anything LEFT in the morning.
Bastards.
Well, it's not. No matter what they think.
I'm still smarter than them, and tomorrow I'll prove it, once TSC opens up. Provided there's anything LEFT in the morning.
Bastards.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Warning: Grammatically Offensive! (Sorry Kater!)
I replied to a post for kids play equipment on kijiji tonight, requesting some more pictures, and asking for a more specific location for pick up. This is the reply I received:
"HERE U GO, whre is shelburn? north of toronto? where ?......lol"
What is that? Is that a sentence? ARE THOSE WORDS??
Annnnnd.....End topic. I'm at a loss for words, not to mention complete sentences.
"HERE U GO, whre is shelburn? north of toronto? where ?......lol"
What is that? Is that a sentence? ARE THOSE WORDS??
Annnnnd.....End topic. I'm at a loss for words, not to mention complete sentences.
And now, a word from our sponsor: Mr. Smashyrice McLettuceface:
Dear Canada Post
You suck. Where's my Harry Potter Book??? Everybody else is DONE and I'm here avoiding the radio and the internet so I don't find out by accident how it ends and who dies!
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Me.
P.S. Did I mention you suck??
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xoxox
Me.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Don't Knock!
Do the Jehovah's Witnesses have a "No Knock" list, like telemarketers have a "No Call" list? If they don't - they should - there needs to be somewhere I can go an put my name and address, so that I can get these people to stop knocking on my door while my KID is SLEEPING! And don't think because this time you sent Grandma Witness, with her beautiful 30 something friend and her beautiful 3 something daughter that I'm going to like you any more. Seriously people, we've talked about this before - it doesn't matter how beautiful or Grandmotherly you are! You are strangers, knocking on my door, which sends Ape Shit Dog into an Ape Shit Tizzy, waking the aforementioned SLEEPING BABY!!
So, in short, BUGGER OFF!!!
So, in short, BUGGER OFF!!!
Friday, June 08, 2007
Conversations with a Communications Company
Internet Guy: " 'lo?"
Steve: "Are you guys having problems with the tower in Shelburne?"
Internet Guy: "Yup."
Steve: "Any idea when it may be back up?"
Internet Guy: " Nope."
Click. (Internet guy hangs up.)
Ah, customer service at it's finest!
Steve: "Are you guys having problems with the tower in Shelburne?"
Internet Guy: "Yup."
Steve: "Any idea when it may be back up?"
Internet Guy: " Nope."
Click. (Internet guy hangs up.)
Ah, customer service at it's finest!
Monday, March 26, 2007
What's under your sink?
Shortly before Griffin was born, we went to a "Healthy Home" seminar. It had been something that had been on my mind to do for a while, but this specific seminar was led by our Prenatal instructor, and with the impending arrival of a fragile tiny human, it suddenly seemed more important.
Since this seminar, we've made a pretty big commitment to going "Chemical Free" in our home. With the exception of a few little things that are still kicking around, all of our cleaning products, and the majority of our personal care products (shampoo, toothpaste, etc) are now Au Natural. I know a lot of you are in the same boat. But some aren't.
The facts are frightening, and I wanted to share them with you because there is so much of this that people aren't aware of, and it's terrifying when you realize what you're inhaling, ingesting, and slathering all over yourself on a daily basis. Cancer rates are on the rise (it was about 1 in 50 around the turn of the century, now it's 1 in THREE women, and 1 in TWO men!!!!), Alzheimer's, MS, Birth Defects, Miscarriages and Infertility, Asthma, and A.D.D. are all on the rise along side it, and people wonder why? Well, we were shocked to find out that just about everything in our house is full of crap!!! Just about everybody has been touched by one or more of these diseases, and I want to tell you that THERE ARE ALTERNATIVES!!!
Surprisingly, the government has very little power to regulate manufacturers. You'd think that if it was on the shelf, it was safe, right? WRONG! Very little is actually tested before it hits the shelves, and most of it contains crap. Not only that, it's not required that companies list the ingredients at all. Here's a few disturbing facts:
- A product that kills FIFTY PERCENT of lab animals through inhalation or ingestion can be labelled non toxic. HALF of the mice or whatever they use can croak, and a product can still hit the shelves and be OK. And that's IF it even gets tested in the first place!
-There are safety standards in place for the workplace, and protective gear must be worn while handling chemicals. But some of the chemicals that you may handle in a workplace with gloves and respirators are IN YOUR SHAMPOO/SOAP and so on. Whens the last time you shampooed with gloves and a respirator on?? And remember all the hooplah a few years ago about removing phosphates from laundry detergents, because the phosphates were ruining the lakes and oceans? Well, it's out of (some of) the laundry detergent, but it's still contained in most shampoos!
- One of the most common items in personal care products is Formaldehyde, because it's a cheap preservative. Formaldehyde is what they EMBALM DEAD PEOPLE with!! Would you brush your teeth with Formaldehyde?? Chances are YOU DO, EVERY DAY!! Formaldehyde is a suspected carcinogen, that may be fatal if inhaled, swallowed or absorbed through the skin. It causes burns, and inhalation can cause spasms, edema, and chemical pneumonitis. Yet it's OK that it's in your toothpaste???
At the end of the day, selling cleaning products and personal care products is all about the Almighty Dollar. Cosmetic companies and Manufacturers of household products argue that there is so little of the bad stuff in their products, that it doesn't make a difference. But the danger lies in using it day in and day out, over and over for years on end. It's bound to build up in your system somewhere.
I urge you to take a look at what's under your sink and in your bathroom, that you use every day. The Canadian Cancer Society spends the majority of its money on research to finding cures for cancer, which I support, but one also has to consider PREVENTION - stop using this crap, find out what you can do to make your home a safer place for you and your kids (if you've got em) and pets too (if you've got those too.) And if you're reading this, chances are we like you, and we'd like y'all to stick around for a while!
You can check out this link for more information on cleaning products, and this link for more information on personal care products- you can read the article or watch the video on the right hand side of the page. If you want more information on chemical free products, I'd be happy to share.
(By the way, all the chemical crap in products is NOT exclusive to adult products - they put this shit in baby stuff too - shampoos, lotions, wipes...CRAP, CRAP, and more CRAP!!! It's sick!)
Since this seminar, we've made a pretty big commitment to going "Chemical Free" in our home. With the exception of a few little things that are still kicking around, all of our cleaning products, and the majority of our personal care products (shampoo, toothpaste, etc) are now Au Natural. I know a lot of you are in the same boat. But some aren't.
The facts are frightening, and I wanted to share them with you because there is so much of this that people aren't aware of, and it's terrifying when you realize what you're inhaling, ingesting, and slathering all over yourself on a daily basis. Cancer rates are on the rise (it was about 1 in 50 around the turn of the century, now it's 1 in THREE women, and 1 in TWO men!!!!), Alzheimer's, MS, Birth Defects, Miscarriages and Infertility, Asthma, and A.D.D. are all on the rise along side it, and people wonder why? Well, we were shocked to find out that just about everything in our house is full of crap!!! Just about everybody has been touched by one or more of these diseases, and I want to tell you that THERE ARE ALTERNATIVES!!!
Surprisingly, the government has very little power to regulate manufacturers. You'd think that if it was on the shelf, it was safe, right? WRONG! Very little is actually tested before it hits the shelves, and most of it contains crap. Not only that, it's not required that companies list the ingredients at all. Here's a few disturbing facts:
- A product that kills FIFTY PERCENT of lab animals through inhalation or ingestion can be labelled non toxic. HALF of the mice or whatever they use can croak, and a product can still hit the shelves and be OK. And that's IF it even gets tested in the first place!
-There are safety standards in place for the workplace, and protective gear must be worn while handling chemicals. But some of the chemicals that you may handle in a workplace with gloves and respirators are IN YOUR SHAMPOO/SOAP and so on. Whens the last time you shampooed with gloves and a respirator on?? And remember all the hooplah a few years ago about removing phosphates from laundry detergents, because the phosphates were ruining the lakes and oceans? Well, it's out of (some of) the laundry detergent, but it's still contained in most shampoos!
- One of the most common items in personal care products is Formaldehyde, because it's a cheap preservative. Formaldehyde is what they EMBALM DEAD PEOPLE with!! Would you brush your teeth with Formaldehyde?? Chances are YOU DO, EVERY DAY!! Formaldehyde is a suspected carcinogen, that may be fatal if inhaled, swallowed or absorbed through the skin. It causes burns, and inhalation can cause spasms, edema, and chemical pneumonitis. Yet it's OK that it's in your toothpaste???
At the end of the day, selling cleaning products and personal care products is all about the Almighty Dollar. Cosmetic companies and Manufacturers of household products argue that there is so little of the bad stuff in their products, that it doesn't make a difference. But the danger lies in using it day in and day out, over and over for years on end. It's bound to build up in your system somewhere.
I urge you to take a look at what's under your sink and in your bathroom, that you use every day. The Canadian Cancer Society spends the majority of its money on research to finding cures for cancer, which I support, but one also has to consider PREVENTION - stop using this crap, find out what you can do to make your home a safer place for you and your kids (if you've got em) and pets too (if you've got those too.) And if you're reading this, chances are we like you, and we'd like y'all to stick around for a while!
You can check out this link for more information on cleaning products, and this link for more information on personal care products- you can read the article or watch the video on the right hand side of the page. If you want more information on chemical free products, I'd be happy to share.
(By the way, all the chemical crap in products is NOT exclusive to adult products - they put this shit in baby stuff too - shampoos, lotions, wipes...CRAP, CRAP, and more CRAP!!! It's sick!)
Friday, March 23, 2007
Home sweet home!
We made it home. In 3 pieces (1 each, so it’s good.)
Flordia was delightful. A bit on the cool and windy side but that was OK.
So the (not really) short story of our travel day TO Florida goes a little like this:
8am- Steve calls, he’s at Pearson (flew from Ottawa) waiting for bags, so he can clear customs and catch Florida flight…things aren’t looking good for him making the flight…
8:30am – Steve calls again, he’s through, but his flight has been delayed from 9am till noon. Something about a cargo door. Frustration ensues.
9:00am – I get the brilliant idea to leave for the airport early to try and catch the same flight as Steve.
10:30am – I arrive at the airport, switch my flight, and am now feeling slightly panicked about the time, as I have to do the whole security/customs rigamarole avec infant and ALL the luggage, which I was barely managing to carry. Darren was meeting me at 11 so I could hand over the keys.
10:45am – I call Darren – he’s still at Islington, waiting for a bus.
11:00am – After being told I could leave my keys for Darren at Lost Luggage, trying to find Lost Luggage (nobody knows exactly where Lust Luggage is….isn’t that ironic) and finally giving up, a very lovely lady at the info booth lets me leave my car keys with her. You can get away with MURDER when you’re carting around a smiling baby!
11:15am –Lady at door to customs sends me back to fill out the blue form. Turning around the car seat crashes to the floor from atop my suitcase, and everyone in the Terminal turns to stare at Incompetent Mother with Child (or so it seems.)
11:20am – Customs Dude gives me a lecture (!!) about my customs form, which I filled out in Pencil because it was all that was available. He lectured me about MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CARRY A PEN WHILE TRAVELLING! Geez, I thought it was my responsibility to hide my stash really well, I forgot about the pen! (That’s a joke people, and all you internet security spies, a joke!)
11:25am – I return with my fully legal, filled out in pen form, and return Cranky Custom’s Dude’s pen to him. Off I go to the gate.
11:27am – I race past the Starbucks…a move I will later regret.
11:30am or so – I arrive at Gate Whateveritwas, the farthest possible one from where I entered the terminal (isn’t that always the way) and find my husband waiting patiently for me. Phewf!
11:35am – We board the plane, strap ourselves in, and wait for take off.
Fast Forward TWO HOURS
1:30pm – We finally pull back from the gate and prepare to take off!!! We spent two hours, crammed into a very full, sweltering hot, Starbucks free, sardine can, waiting for a pilot. You think that would be something they would have arranged BEFORE HAND! People were unhappy to say the least. Us, well, we had the cutest baby on the plane to entertain us, so we were less miserable. Except for the lack of Starbucks. I’m not a Starbucks junkie by any means, but I usually treat myself to a UberMega latte when I’m in the airport, to make up for all the punishment and demoralization that generally occurs in an airport. So the lack of Starbucks, on this day in particular, that was miserable!
And that’s my story. I think that any trip to the airport, and all the ridiculousness that inevitably ensues, will almost always be a blog-worthy event!
Flordia was delightful. A bit on the cool and windy side but that was OK.
So the (not really) short story of our travel day TO Florida goes a little like this:
8am- Steve calls, he’s at Pearson (flew from Ottawa) waiting for bags, so he can clear customs and catch Florida flight…things aren’t looking good for him making the flight…
8:30am – Steve calls again, he’s through, but his flight has been delayed from 9am till noon. Something about a cargo door. Frustration ensues.
9:00am – I get the brilliant idea to leave for the airport early to try and catch the same flight as Steve.
10:30am – I arrive at the airport, switch my flight, and am now feeling slightly panicked about the time, as I have to do the whole security/customs rigamarole avec infant and ALL the luggage, which I was barely managing to carry. Darren was meeting me at 11 so I could hand over the keys.
10:45am – I call Darren – he’s still at Islington, waiting for a bus.
11:00am – After being told I could leave my keys for Darren at Lost Luggage, trying to find Lost Luggage (nobody knows exactly where Lust Luggage is….isn’t that ironic) and finally giving up, a very lovely lady at the info booth lets me leave my car keys with her. You can get away with MURDER when you’re carting around a smiling baby!
11:15am –Lady at door to customs sends me back to fill out the blue form. Turning around the car seat crashes to the floor from atop my suitcase, and everyone in the Terminal turns to stare at Incompetent Mother with Child (or so it seems.)
11:20am – Customs Dude gives me a lecture (!!) about my customs form, which I filled out in Pencil because it was all that was available. He lectured me about MY RESPONSIBILITY TO CARRY A PEN WHILE TRAVELLING! Geez, I thought it was my responsibility to hide my stash really well, I forgot about the pen! (That’s a joke people, and all you internet security spies, a joke!)
11:25am – I return with my fully legal, filled out in pen form, and return Cranky Custom’s Dude’s pen to him. Off I go to the gate.
11:27am – I race past the Starbucks…a move I will later regret.
11:30am or so – I arrive at Gate Whateveritwas, the farthest possible one from where I entered the terminal (isn’t that always the way) and find my husband waiting patiently for me. Phewf!
11:35am – We board the plane, strap ourselves in, and wait for take off.
Fast Forward TWO HOURS
1:30pm – We finally pull back from the gate and prepare to take off!!! We spent two hours, crammed into a very full, sweltering hot, Starbucks free, sardine can, waiting for a pilot. You think that would be something they would have arranged BEFORE HAND! People were unhappy to say the least. Us, well, we had the cutest baby on the plane to entertain us, so we were less miserable. Except for the lack of Starbucks. I’m not a Starbucks junkie by any means, but I usually treat myself to a UberMega latte when I’m in the airport, to make up for all the punishment and demoralization that generally occurs in an airport. So the lack of Starbucks, on this day in particular, that was miserable!
And that’s my story. I think that any trip to the airport, and all the ridiculousness that inevitably ensues, will almost always be a blog-worthy event!
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Seriously??!!
As I was about to walk through the security scanner with Griffin in my arms, at the West Palm Beach Airport this morning, I got stopped and sent back. Wanna know why? OF COURSE YOU DO!!
Grumpy Security Dude wanted me to take off Griffin's Shoes! And he wasn't exactly wearing baby steel toes or anything, he was wearing ROBEEZ, FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!
Puh-leeese!!!!
Grumpy Security Dude wanted me to take off Griffin's Shoes! And he wasn't exactly wearing baby steel toes or anything, he was wearing ROBEEZ, FOR CHRIST SAKE!!!
Puh-leeese!!!!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
"Properly bablyassembling your stroller."
So I bought a teeny tiny stroller today, with the intent to take it to Florida. I find the big one sooo massive and it drives me just a little bit crazy, so I decided to just go out and buy one that folds up to the size of a postage stamp. It's a tiny step up from your basic umbrella stroller, and at 40 bucks, it's worth just about every penny.
I was very excited about it as I was driving home with it in the trunk, and then when I went to put it together, I got a little bit scared. Scared for the safety of my baby. I hope the manufactures of this stroller have a better grasp on the manufacturing of strollers than they do of the English language.
Here are some choice excerpts from the "Instructions for Stroller and Operating Information"
Assembly the stroller
I was very excited about it as I was driving home with it in the trunk, and then when I went to put it together, I got a little bit scared. Scared for the safety of my baby. I hope the manufactures of this stroller have a better grasp on the manufacturing of strollers than they do of the English language.Here are some choice excerpts from the "Instructions for Stroller and Operating Information"
Assembly the stroller
Assembly rear wheel
- Upside down the stroller
- Fasten the rear wheel set and let the plastic sheet and the hole of the rear leg tube match well, "click" can be heard, refer 3. (These numbers refer to very badly drawn pictures)
- Make sure the plastic sheet completely snap in the tube, refer 4.
Assembly front wheel
- Refer 6 to fix the front wheel.
- Push to wheel until "click".
- Another front wheel is the same as above 1 & 2
- Release front wheel
- Fix all the parts according to priority refer 5.
- After fixing the wheel put the plastic washer on the rear wheel axle then rotate the washer to make sure it is snap well with axle. Noted: if they do not snap well, the wheel will can't be normally work.
And my personal favourite:
Function
Using Break Bar - Step down the break bar then the rear wheels were broke refer 9.
Wow. What else can I say. Wow. They let stuff like this out on the street?? I can think of a few English teachers that are going to be having nightmares tonight. Wow.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Shoes for Eee-diots
You don't even have to shove them on baby's feet anymore to see if they fit! Where's the fun in that?
Brought to you by Doctor Scholls...taking the fun out of parenthood since 2007.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Grrrrrr!
You know what I hate? You probably don't, but I'm going to tell you, since you're here.
I hate those people, who on winter days, go about clearing their car like a magican with a wand - waving it willy nilly over their car, barely touching brush to metal, and as soon as they have dusted enough snow to see out the front window, they hop in and drive away.
Well, Mister Willy Nilly, I have news for you! Sometimes it's not about you! Sometimes it's about ME. The one driving BEHIND YOU in the blowing drifting snow. The one who can't see your TAIL LIGHTS! Or for that matter your BRAKE LIGHTS, because I guess your magic wand MISSED THAT SPOT!
Eee-diot.
I hate those people, who on winter days, go about clearing their car like a magican with a wand - waving it willy nilly over their car, barely touching brush to metal, and as soon as they have dusted enough snow to see out the front window, they hop in and drive away.
Well, Mister Willy Nilly, I have news for you! Sometimes it's not about you! Sometimes it's about ME. The one driving BEHIND YOU in the blowing drifting snow. The one who can't see your TAIL LIGHTS! Or for that matter your BRAKE LIGHTS, because I guess your magic wand MISSED THAT SPOT!
Eee-diot.
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