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Parking is a Bitch

It’s too dark to take a decent picture so here it is, prompt number twelve: You have just swallowed your pride and done something you didn’t want to do. Your friend wants to know why. The two of you are driving around an almost-full parking garage looking for a space for the friend’s oversize pickup. Write the scene. “There’s one,” I say, pointing at a space at the end of the row. “That’s handicapped parking,” she replies as she drives right by the space. “Well, this truck’s pretty much handicapped,” I mumbled. “What?” “In case you haven’t noticed, it won’t fit anywhere. If physically challenged is the determining factor for being able to park in the handicap zone, you’ve pretty much managed that one.” I was getting sick of this truck, sick of driving up and down the rows of cars, the rows of full parking spots built only for tiny hybrids. They should have had a sign that said, “Toy Cars Only, all Full Sized Vehicles Are Shit Out of Luck. Stop Destroying the Environment,” at the entrance to the garage to ward off people like us. “Wow, you’re pissy today,” she snaps. “I wouldn’t be if you drove a normal human vehicle, not one for five hundred pound rednecks! We’ve been trying to park for half an hour already.” She turns the corner, starts going down another row. A row I’m pretty sure we’ve already been down. Yes, […]

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Damn Teenagers! Or, I mean, Damn Teenager!!

Okay, so I know I need to add the next post to my 642 Things, but I’d rather rant tonight. Yeah, yeah, I know you’re all desperately waiting for another entry (here is where I would enter in the word NOT, but I am not twelve years old anymore, but I will just hope you get the sarcasm instead), but I just gotta rage instead. Plus, what came up for this prompt ended up highly X-Rated and I can’t write it until I check into into wordpress’ rules on X-rated blogging. Maybe I should find an alternate site for the next post in the meantime…. But, I digress. What I wanted to do instead was bitch and complain about this little shit of a teller in Walmart. And yes, I’m calling some fifteen-year-old kid a little shit because he obviously stirred something up in me that I did not like. But let me start at the beginning…. I was on my way to through the till when I decided to pick up a treat for my children seeing as it’s spring break and they were all pouty that they had to go to karate (“It’s spring break! Why do we have to do anything!”). Originally, I had picked up mini eggs for them, but then thought to myself that maybe I shouldn’t always get them food as a reward. Maybe I should find other things so when they get older […]

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Day 2: In Space

Okay, it’s only day two and already I want to skip ahead. I am so not into space and astronauts and all that kind of stuff. I actually hated the movie Interstellar despite really wanting to love it. Then again, it’s not that I’m not into space, I’m more just into science fiction. The physics and factual part of it […]

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The First Four Things

Okay, so I figured if I said I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do this. Right now. Because the best time to begin is right now, didn’t someone say that? It just takes that first step and all that? Or, like my favorite quote goes: “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic and […]

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642 Things

Yesterday was my birthday and in the mail from a most beautiful friend, was the book, 642 Things To Write About. A big, thick paperback containing 642 writing prompts. Instantly, I took this as a sign and thought to myself, “This is my blog! That’s it! I will do a writing prompt everyday for a year and it will be […]

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Off the Grid

On facebook today, someone posted a short documentary of a little community of Canadians living off the grid on an island called Lasqueti located between Vancouver and Vancouver Island. Although, where it’s located doesn’t really matter. What matters is how they live. (I’ll try and post the link to the article on here, but with my skills at the computer I’m not sure how well I’ll manage. Which reminds me…anyone know of any good computer courses? I’ve had it with my ignorance and want to learn how to navigate webpages and programming like a boss. Oh yeah, back to off the grid living…) Check me out, I rock. Here is the youtube documentary:  A few months ago, I would have have watched that video and thought, “Oh! That’s what I want to do! Why can’t I be like them and live off the land in the forest like a fairy too?!” Okay, well, I doubt they live like fairies. I did not see any of them with wings or magic wands, but maybe they were hiding them for the sake of the documentary…. But I did want to live like that…free from cares and stress and pollution and Big Brother. And I thought, well, isn’t that what the majority of us want? The peace and serenity of nature, without having to deal with big corporations and consumerism and keeping up with the neighbors and, well, BC Hydro? If it wasn’t […]

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Damn Relationships!

I have been addictively watching Sons of Anarchy lately, catching up on what I have missed. As in, the entire series. My life has been overtaken. I could sit here and write pages of what I love about it (the pace, the need to kill bad guys, Jax), life lessons I’ve learned from it (like, don’t double cross your gang members or you get ripped apart…literally), and so forth, but I’m not going to. Just do an Internet search of the Sons and there are enough people doing just that. So why then, did I mention it? Because there is one thing that draws me the most to this show, and it’s not the violence or the bikes or the vests (patches I guess I should call it to remain true to the show). It’s the way they handle conflict. And I don’t mean conflict in a literary story-writing sense, but interpersonal conflict. It’s how the characters solve their own shit that keeps me coming back every. single. day (because we are in the time of netflix people, binge watching is how it is). No, I do not mean how they deal with conflict on a large scale, like, someone turned rat and now must die. I mean, how they deal with it among friends. I’m actually jealous of it. There is no beating around the bush, there is no passive-aggressiveness, there is no silent treatment. There is only in-your-faceness. […]

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Hate is Such a Strong Word

My cat hates me. Well, she’s not my cat, she’s my son’s, but I’m the one home with her all day; the one who feeds her, who saves her from the dogs, who talk to her, who suggested getting her in the first place. And do I get any thanks? Hell no. Not only that, but she likes/tolerates (she is a cat, after all) everyone in the family…EXCEPT ME! I walk into a room where she’s been sitting quietly and she jumps down from her perch and leaves. I pick her up and she instantly stops purring and clamors to get away. I talk to her and she gives me the stink eye. So fine, if she wants to be like that, I’ll just hate her right back. Isn’t that the way it goes? And yet, I can’t. I often chalk it up to her being a cat, they’re supposed to be like that, aren’t they? And I take solace in the fact that my dogs trail after me all day and look pathetic when I leave and then ridiculously happy when I return. They love me, so it’s not that I’m unlovable. It’s obviously the cat’s problem. But that doesn’t mean I have to like her. Or be nice to her, right? I’m not talking about the cat. Well, I am, but I’m not. The cat is so reflective of the rest of my life. Over the past couple […]

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