I think I wore something similar to this to work recently. and if not, I would definitely wear this or this. I have no shame.

I just received a package from my mum. It came with a gaping hole in the side that I took to mean Canada Post is stepping up it's security efforts. Inside was the oddest assortment of goods I've seen in awhile:
Jackets by Bruce Oldfield, Christian Dior, Giorgio Armani and a few others. All second hand, all to forward onto my aunt I presume. Unless I want to be the most glamorous unemployed housewife on the block that is.

Also in container was:
PC only cd of childhood photos (thanks mum, on so many different levels. photo of my grade 10 formal anyone? no? how about my grade 3 school photo?)
Various cat and dog toys from The Reject Shop (yes, it is a shop full of rejects)
Disturbing velveteen dalmation figurine with bobbing head
A Baby bottle (yer dreamin' mum)
a most excellent vespa fluffy hat (can't find a photo to link to but trust me it is most excellent)
some Sydney boat paraphenalia and logoed T-shirts and baseball caps
and a photo of my mum with Bill Clinton

all almost as odd as the yearly canadian winter calendar my nan's boyfriend used to send us as a christmas present. ahhh family.

thanks to howie and his network of friends, I got to oggle some pretty vespas today. Then I decided to track down my vespa, apparently somewhere between Singapore and Vancouver. Two long distance calls later, the ETA is Oct 6th. yipee.

maybe I shouldn't have a cell phone when I'm bored?

This made me laugh, only because Jane has mentioned in the past that she is a looney magnet. I get a great mental picture when I think of what she would have said in my situation.

Last Friday, during my ride along with the High River ambulance we had stopped at a local restaurant to have breakfast. High River being small and rural I didn't think much of being approached by a woman waiting in line to pay her bill and asked if I would read her handwritten note. Her note started with "We the people of Canada", was filled with "insist the US acknowledge our support", and finished with "throw out all known terrorists". Then she asked me what I thought.

Being conscious that I was in uniform and doing a ride along with two people I didn't know very well, I endeavoured to be as diplomatic as possible. "Well maam, it's a complicated issue...". As soon as I started that sentence the two guys I was doing the ride along with turned on their heel and high tailed it out of the restaurant. Thanks guys. The woman wanted to pursue the topic in detail and in the window behind her I could see my two "partners" getting back into the ambulance.

If only I had a mini-jane? Something pocket sized and in spray form. Something to keep the looneys at bay, or to spray on another object and run while the looneys are distracted.

awww shucks. thanks boss.

Birds sing, children do whatever children do, the clouds break, the sun shines, dogs bark happily, the cats close their eyes and start to purr, a choir starts, and you get an end date.

'course I've been this close before and it fell through, but I can hope can't I?

If you are looking to support the rescue efforts in the US, suffolk county spca is providing a great service and needs some assistance.

from their site http://www.suffolkspca.org:
The Suffolk County SPCA is the only authorized SPCA humane agency currently operating a mobile animal hospital command post for every search and rescue dog at "ground zero" at the World Trade Center disaster site.

In addition:
They are also rescuing all pets who have been without food, water, or electricity, of stranded owners who are unable to gain access to their residences because it is located in the restricted "hot" zone.

Radical Apple lovers - Calgary EMS has your number.



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so far, so so.

This morning I've been patronized, mislead, swamped with work, experienced scope creep, used a buzzword, had my work suddenly put on hold, and it is not even 11am.

For looneytooneys and their cats

Today I could be a picture taking, helicopter flying, web publishing, jewellery making, food serving, phone answering, calender laminating, car detailing, licensing and production specialist kind of shop assistant who does the occasional ambulance ride along. And that doesn't even cover the time I had to go to a small town trade show, wearing a skirt and blazer, to flog life insurance with an ex-bodybuilder.

Animal control officer burnout

oh my aching stomach! Stupid hot chocolate with stupid whipped cream. Two days after the fact my stomach still hurts, that's normal right?

On a more pleasant note, spotted a p200e on 17th Ave last saturday night. Whoever was riding it went to wicked wedge, then on to the mercury down the road. I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait.