Crap Whose Ass I’m Gonna Kick in 2009

1.  Cords.  Yeah, that’s right.  I’m talking about you, you horrid tangle of discombobulated monsters down by my feet.  Listen up, because I’m about to kick all of your asses.  I’ve done my research.  I’ve been communing with Martha.  I’ve drunk a lot of coffee.  I have purchased a ‘cord closet’ – a glorious piece of fake cherrywood furniture with regularly spaced holes for all of your sorry asses and a sliding panel for access to switch off the power bar that gives you life (see #3).  I’ve made little tags out of little round pieces of card stock, printed neatly with all of your names.  Drea = 1.  Cords =0.

2.  Cordless phones.  (I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.)  So, yeah?  You say you’re going to let your battery die right in the middle of a call from a cute guy?  Yeah?  You collaborated with your homey, the backup cordless so that its battery would mysteriously die at precisely the moment he called back?  HAH!  Sucks to be you.  I’m thinkin’…’cordless’ = ’spineless’…or something that would make more sense if I wasn’t so buzzed on caffeine, but whatever, ’cause I’m going old school on your ass.  I bought a phone with a cord today. 

3.  Global warming.  Okay, I don’t have anything really clever for this one, I just wanted to point out again that I intend to start being more diligent about saving energy.  And the cord closet thingie is really friggin’ cool.

4.  Time.  I am as well-armed as a 5-foot-tall chick in cute boots can be.  I have:  a wall calendar (which is turned to the correct page, I might add *bow*), a daytimer for my new organized, clean and free-of-stray-LifeSavers purse, brand new pens in assorted cheerful colours (not part of the organization plan.  Part of the ‘make things pretty’ plan) and a new notebook for my extensive to-do list (and it’s pretty).  I have programmed my email account to ping me with reminders of important events.  Look out, 2009.

5.  Inertia.  So, yeah, getting older, eh?  Settling down, huh?  Stagnating in the small town?  HAH!  This is the year of zigs and zags, my friends – you’ll never know which way I’ll go…I’m gonna shake it up.  Go back to school?  Maybe.  Give up all my worldly goods and go live in a hut on the beach in Jamaica?  Possibly.  Swim with the sharks at the Great Barrier Reef?  You never know.  Become an astronaut?  WHY NOT?  I’ll give you settled down.  I’ll give you old.  Up yours, Inertia.

 

I bet the space shuttle could use some really good cord management.

On the Importance of Always Remaining Just a Bit Out of Touch With Reality – Part II

A girl sits alone in a small emergency dispatch office.  It is the middle of the night.  The room is dark but for a single light above the desk and the twinkling of the Christmas tree lights.

She sits before the monumental task of preparing the monthly emergency reports with the satisfaction that comes from creating order from chaos.  It  is a good job.  It makes her feel important.

But in the back of her mind, she is dreaming of far-off places and the adventures that they hold.  The smell of the Christmas tree stirs a sense of anticipation; the old year draws to an end and a new one is about to begin.  She inhales deeply and shivers with pleasure at the mysteries that lie ahead.

Suddenly, a radio crackles to life, a radio which ensures constant communication with emergency personnel.  The girl casts aside her musings and leaps into action.  There is important business here, lives to be saved.

She keys the mike and speaks.  “Scotia here.  Go ahead, over.”

The speakers crackle again.  A momentary pause.  Then the firefighter’s voice bursts forth, with only a hint of suppressed laughter.

“What are you wearing?”

*headdesk*

Another Friday night in Bridgewater.

Debauchery Prep List (or…how to drink your ass off and still be alive in the morning)

As we get older, we grow…uh…wiser.  Yeah, that’s it.

Thus, I have come up with a simple checklist to allow someone to continue to party like it’s 1999, while avoiding the…snags that can occasionally accompany partying like it’s 1999.  Which, incidentally, without giving away my age, I was actually able to do in 1999 without breaking any underage-drinking laws.  Whatever. 

1.   The Post-It.   Prior to engaging in drinking activities, it is important to leave reminders for yourself, lest the memory begin to fail in the wee hours, under the influence of…whatever.  (Whatever.)  

Suggestions: 

  • a post-it on the bathroom mirror reminding you of the early-morning meeting that you really shouldn’t blow off.  (It may be helpful to place one of these on the inside of the toilet lid, too, just in case.)
  • a post-it on the telephone which reads something along the lines of “DON’T DO IT!!!” (referencing, of course, the infamous drunk-dial.  Never a good idea.)
  • a similar post-it (only larger…much, much larger) on the computer.  (The reason for the larger size being that the results of drunk emails/blog posts/Facebooking are potentially much more detrimental, due to the fact that while slurred speech might be forgiven and forgotten, things in writing are forever.  And trust me, while you might think your spelling is okay while inebriated…it isn’t.  Trust me on this.)

2.  Staging.  The most important setting is your bedroom.  There are many reasons for this (see #3 and 4), but the most important one is…hangover prevention.  This is why you will place the following items on your bedside table:

  • a large vessel of water; drinking glass optional
  • a large vessel of oral analgesics (something coated is nice)
  • a dark sleep mask (trust me – the sun, while fun to watch coming up, will burn like,…well, the sun, once the liquor wears off)
  • a bucket (again, just in case)

3.  Protection.  Okay, first of all, I know you are not a slut.  I do.  But let’s just think outside the box.  Let’s just say, you are hijacked en route to your home at a not-unreasonable hour by, oh, I don’t know, a sexy vampire who deeply resembles Johnny Depp, and he mesmerizes you with his supernatural gaze and you end up home in bed with the dude.  The last thing you need to worry about are sexually/blood-transmitted diseases and/or half-demon spawn.  Thus, condoms.  Place them strategically.  Suggested locations:

  • on your pillow; use tape
  • on the other pillow; just in case
  • scatter a few across the bed and under the covers, just for good measure
  • within reaching distance of the sofa, the dining room table, the lawn furniture, the bathroom counter
  • taped to your forehead if you hang with a liberal crowd who won’t judge
  • if you happen to have a pair of those funky little panties with the built-in condom pocket, by all means go for it; under no circumstances, however, do I recommend using duct tape anywhere in that area

4.  Sexy stuff.  You are not a slut, and do not intend to end up in bed with someone, but if you do, do you really want them seeing what you really wear around the house?  Put out the slinky V.S. robe and the cute tap pants/cami set for the morning.  Just because you are hung over is no reason to let yourself go.

5.  Place your phone on its charger so you can phone your best friend in the morning to commiserate/make plans for breakfast.  Make sure not to dislodge any previously placed post-its.

6.  Food.  Nothing staves off a potential hangover like a late-night snack.  If you are really together, you could try ordering a pizza ahead of time and leave it near the bed to be ready to be consumed cold just prior to pass-out.  I do, however, realize this requires a great deal of foresight.  Therefore, it may be prudent to simply stock up on an emergency supply of quick fixin’s.  Recommended:  Chef Boyardee, Mr. Noodle, or anything in the toast family.

7.  Danger Prevention.  Give away, hide, or bury your car keys.  I’m serious about this one.  It is altogether too tempting to careen homeward under your own steampower when Prince Charming gets toadish or you just feel the need to crash.  (Macabre pun intended)  If you lean toward accident-prone, you may want to move any really pointy furniture well out of the way and maybe lock the cat in a safe room.

8. And finally, it is highly recommended that you tell your mother in advance that you will be out of town and out of cell phone range for the next 48 hours on very important business.  Because nothing harshes your mellow like a hangover migraine being split open by your mom’s insistent voice wondering why you haven’t called her in the past two days.

This list is an ever-evolving entity, so by no means consider it complete or written in stone.  Feel free to apply any modifications you deem necessary (and if found to be highly successful, it is expected that you shall not be stingy and shall share in kind).  Stay tuned for updates. 

Play safe, designate a driver, and have one (or six) for me.

How Many Clowns Can You Fit in a Barbie Jeep?

Skipper

Skipper

As most of you know, I drive a Tracker. For those of you who aren’t 100% clear as to what this means, I’m gonna tell ya.

A Tracker is a helluva tiny vehicle. Yes, it has four-wheel drive. Yes, it is technically classified as an SUV. But it is a tiny vehicle. It actually has less storage capacity than my two previous cars – a VW Golf and a Toyota Tercel, both very compact cars in their own right. But the Tracker is smaller. Which is great when you’re talking mileage, but not so great when you want to talk capacity. The tailgate space in Skipper (my Tracker’s proper name) is only about the depth of a case of beer (which most would agree, is wide enough…)

Like so many things in life, though (cough* me*), Skipper, though tiny, is awfully cute. Cuteness is very important.

I am now going to wow you with something that kind of wowed me today.

I have a tendency to live out of my car in the summertime, so I decided to clean Skipper out in anticipation of a trip to the city next week since I’ll be doing a fair amount of visiting and will require seating space that is currently not exactly available.

The following is an inventory of all the crap I managed to squeeze into this retardedly tiny jeep.

  1. 1 black mountain bike named Spike (I don’t have a bike rack for the back of the vehicle yet, so this is stowed on top of the folded-down rear seat…and partly over the folded-down front passenger seat…and yes, it was quite a feat to come up with this arrangement.)
  2. 1 large purple boogie board with leash
  3. 1 grey flowered helmet (for skydiving and biking)
  4. 1 pr navy flippers
  5. 1 pr child-size (shut up) skydiving goggles
  6. 1 large floppy straw hat with decaying flowers (gifts from children) tucked into the brim
  7. 1 light-weight backpacking tent (Go ahead and laugh if you must, but if you know anything about me, you know I’m pretty…spontaneous sometimes.)
  8. 2 camping mess kits
  9. 1 Epipen prescription, never filled because I am a rebel and those stinkin’ bees don’t scare me
  10. 1 notebook
  11. 1 pen
  12. 1 ‘do rag
  13. nylon rope
  14. 1 pr surfing shoes
  15. 22 seashells (assorted)
  16. 4 pretty rocks
  17. 1 piece of brain coral
  18. approximately 2 cups of sand shaken from floor mats
  19. 4 pieces of sharp glass picked up off the beach so no one steps on them
  20. 1 vertebrae from unknown animal (taken from beach because it’s cool)
  21. 1 bag containing gifts for people I keep meaning to visit
  22. 3 library books (not quite overdue – yay me!)
  23. 1 bag of cat treats (for vet visits)
  24. 1 scrap of badly tea-stained post-it note with barely-legible directions to a friend’s house
  25. 1 dayplanner (rarely used)
  26. 1 black art portfolio
  27. 1 small portable watercolour set
  28. 1 skydiving jump log
  29. 1 Canadian Sport Parachuting Association rulebook
  30. 1 Canadian Sport Parachuting Association skills manual
  31. 1 pr running shoes
  32. 1 pr cycling shoes
  33. 1 pr cute shoes (one of which is missing its heel – left behind in a driveway in Lawrencetown on a recent visit *see previous entry for tea-stained post-it*)
  34. 1 pr navy yoga pants
  35. 1 red long-sleeved t-shirt
  36. 1 beige shawl
  37. 1 red knitted over-sized hooded cardigan
  38. 1 black Indian cotton peasant blouse
  39. 1 brown Mexican blanket
  40. 1 bottle Off bug spray
  41. 2 flashlights with spare batteries
  42. 8 granola bars (assorted)
  43. 4 L bottled water
  44. 1 portable air compressor
  45. 1 car jack
  46. 1 tire iron
  47. 1 windshield brush/scraper
  48. 1 spare fan belt
  49. 6 assorted maps/road atlases
  50. 1 portable dictation recorder
  51. 1 Swiss Army knife
  52. 14 cassette tapes (yes, cassette tapes. Skipper is not a modern vehicle.)
  53. 1 MP3 player with external speakers (I, on the other hand, am a modern girl)
  54. 5 cloth grocery bags
  55. 1 jug windshield wiper fluid
  56. 4 pairs sunglasses
  57. 1 portable aluminum coffee mug
  58. 1 stick of antiperspirant
  59. 1 tube of lipgloss (sunblock)
  60. 1 tube of lipgloss (pretty)
  61. 1 small travel hairbrush
  62. 1 tire pressure gauge
  63. 1 Crescent wrench
  64. 1 waterproof disposable camera
  65. 6 bungee cords
  66. 2 tubes sunscreen
  67. 1 roll of toilet paper (you never know)
  68. 1 lighter
  69. 1 can WD40 (good for lubricating stupid ragtop window zippers as well as bike chains)
  70. 1 nylon folder containing important car documents
  71. 1 pr fingerless cycling gloves
  72. 1 pr striped winter gloves
  73. 1 winter scarf to match striped gloves
  74. 1 pkg sparklers

I’m not even kidding.

Do you think there’s a Guinness Book record related to this? Or a support group?