time heals

probably the best part of starting a blog, and then forgetting that you even had one, is finding out that five years later you're in a much much better headspace.

life is good. not always at the time. but eventually.

tickets

the sign said no right turn before six pm. it was 5:30 and the traffic behind me was backed up for blocks. ack, who's gonna care?

apparently not the six guys lined up in front of me when i turned the corner. apparently the police man who stopped us all did.

$172 fricking dollars for turning right on a little residential street a half hour earlier than i should? damn good thing they're busy saving the city from criminals like me. yeesh.

lawyers

it's a damn good thing she's a good lawyer, otherwise i'd have to get ripping mad about paying someone $350 to do her job. $350? holy cow! she makes more in an hour than i do in a few days. something's not quite right in the world.

wonder if she'll ever need *my* services? hmm... would be nice to have the shoe on the other foot :-)

professional? drivers

gee, mr. big ol truck driver, i know you have the term 'professional' attached to your job, but would that not imply that you actually check your mirrors before changing lanes and forcing me onto the shoulder at 120kph? course, it's not like i've never messed up but if i'm not mistaken, i saw you do it *again* when i looked in my rear view mirror. once is enough because if you were actually drunk and piloting 80,000 lbs down the highway in a fog, well, then i'd want to stop your truck and give you a swift kick to the side of the head for your stupidity. professional, my butt.

montreal

this guy is mad at the world so he thinks it's his right to come into a school community, shoot a dozen people, kill some, wound others, traumatize thousands and send shock waves across the country? what the heck? i say this in the most compassionate voice i can, but i hope it's really hot where he is right now.

mom

people come and people go. but mom's are darn near sacred.
she's had her fair share of grief in life, but i certainly do admire and love her.
love you mom. chin up. you'll survive.
you always do.

being happy

someone asked recently, "what makes you happy?" good question. at the moment, not too much.

but using my extra stellar memory i can recall some things that *did* make me happy. like time with my kids around the supper table as they recounted the events of the day. chocolate. playing with my dog. helping other people. and definitely a hug from my girlfriend.

funny, not much of that has to do with money. or things.