A snowstorm, just perfect...

Please note the sarcasm here. "Well in the end of everything is perfect as white snow" I heard that quote before and I would have to bow to that idealism for the matter that it truly ended a perfectly nice mid winter weather that we had over the last week to a snowstorm. True that it wasn't the blizzard that we had recieved earlier in the year but today was almost as bad as the blizzard in my opinion. This time however I did manage to get off my butt and get the camera to see that it indeed snowed.

This was the scene that made me blink twice when I let the dog out this morning. Usually I can see the place across the road from here but it is barely made out through the blowing snow. Here though it was slowing for a moment. Also it made me realize that the birdfeeder was empty. If there was any poor little birdies out there braving the wind and snow there would be nothing for them to eat. It is hard to believe that only a few hours earlier the deck was clear.

Once again another scene showing that winter has it out for us. The second car in the background was only out yesterday. I'm glad that I was able to break away the ice that is now covered by the snow, but with the wind that is now blowing I'm not sure if the cement would now be icy underneath the drifts. I am expected to be at work tommarrow. Hopefully the buses wouldn't be running and I can use that excuse.

Why use an excuse? I have now one of those blasted colds that make you feel, sleep and breathe like crap. Meds aren't working so its something that my poor immune system has to kick on it's own. It's just sucks... I'm not sure who gave me this thing because for once Kim isn't ill with it, nor is anyone else, yet. So yes I'll admit it I brought this one into the house, but I wonder if I can still shift the blame onto someone else. Either way back to my green tea and cuddling up to my heater under a blanket and hope that it doesn't get any worse, or if it does, it developes into something that medication can battle against.

A rant about the police...

Sorry if you are a police officer or believe thay are above being human please go to another blog and check back in a week or two, cause yer not gonna like what you read in the next few paragraphs.

As for the other peoples critise as you wish. This is just something that has to be beyond the spectrum of my reality. (That made no sence but I move forewards not backwards)

Alright where to start? I guess at the soonest one that I heard:
A new condo unit is getting put up in Edmonton on 100th Ave right next to the police station. Think that would be one of the safest places to move into. Damn straight but not because of the police station. The developer is putting in the highest in anti-theift technology because the responce time from the police is too long. I can see it now... Person: "Can you send an officer by I was robbed! I live next door to the station."
Operator: "That will be a half hour responce time mam."
Person: "Can you shorten that if he got away through the police station parking lot?"

That Arar thing. A person must be a terrorist if they have the name Arar, common, right? Umm no. And it wasn't right to send him back to a country that tortures people. Well it seems like he won a settlement, which is more than the normal person would earn in a whole lifetime at once. Hmmn I wonder who really pays for that settlement.

Okay now for everyday things that piss me off.
On the average police absolutly abuse their cruisers for no apparent reason. There is no reason to race off on a just turned green light, or race down the highway doing 140 with no lights on. They should have a tackograph like truckers and whenever they push the engine past a certain RPM they have to write up the reason for why they had to. The same for the lights. I saw a cop once turn on his lights so he could run the red light, and then turn them off, then on again to run another red light. Wish I had a light that would allow me to run red lights whenever I wanted to.

Police should take one more half second before firing off their firearms. I have read many stories in various newspapers and magazines of police fireing off many many rounds of amunition at some person and NOT HITTING THEM. One in a riot hit another cop while in a gun fight. Meanwhile the suspect escaped? How did that happen? I always thought that the best way to use a firearm is to see what you are shooting before you fire. If you can't see and hit something as big as a human maybe being a police officer isn't what you should be doing as a profession.

Also I wish I can go to any store I wanted while I was working! I had a cop come into the store, cruiser parked out front. I go "Just getting off." he goes "nope" what do you get outta that?

Oh well done rant.

Happy belated birthday to me...

By the time I get this typed out it would be the 18th and my birthday has passed. Forget that I get distracted and pulled away from the computer. Oh well welcome to me age 23!

It's all in a name Part 2

I gotta thank Carrie for yet another thing that is kinda useless but fun none the less.

Get Your Monster Name

Get Your Sexy Name

Get Your Cyborg Name

Now those were fun site with cute piccys for avs but in the real world I wondered if there was more meanings on names than one thinks, therefore I thought to make it a real push to find some information on names and how it effects us. Would a change in name make a real change in how we are percieved or is it in the mindset of the person behind the name?

Of course like making impossible new years resolutions I don't think that changing your name will make a difference to the life of the person unless it makes them let go of the life they want to change. To go and change the name and go back to the same dead-end job and go "I want to be named such and such" but I found it interesting what the websites I found say:
Consider these possible indications of an "out-of-tune" name...

* you feel drawn to a people-oriented job, yet are constantly stuck doing the office paperwork.
* you desire a close, long-term relationship, but find yourself going it alone.
* you have repeated patterns of health problems that focus on one area of your body.
* you are accident-prone.
* you seek to be prosperous, yet are forced to deal with basic issues of survival.
* you want to stand confidently on your own two feet, but are always leaning on others.

Is it that we are programmed from youth to be the way we are due to a name? Or under the constellation we are born under? I might be just looking too much into this. Maybe not. One site that I got some interesting stuff off of (unfortunatly they want you to pay to really have much insight into names) http://www.namepower101.com/name_agories.php
Unfortunatly with the large scaleness of the internet if one types in name meanings one gets flooded with the billion and one sites of what to name a child. It's a lot to go through. Blah. I would let this go but as a writer I hate using names that I have used before, and setting up for a mostly MALE cast it is hard to keep up with the fresh names, especially in an area that had very regular names.

It's all in a name...

I always believed that we live up to our names, no matter what it is. I have found most people who share names are simular in personality. I've been fortunate in finding many Jennifers in my time. Even though I will forever mention that I was one of the queitest ones there seemed to be simularities in personality that is hard to ignore. For one that I have noticed with one or two of my friend "Jennifers" that they push people away but wish to have constant interaction with someone in some way. I am the same way but usually people don't understand why I push away with such force at some times. Others like my ex-work mate and another Jen as well as a neighbour Jen I have found out we know how to belch if it is allowed. I have known over eleven Jennifers in my lifetime, unfortunatly I found it hard to explain about them due to the fact that over time I have forgotten their last names and probably over more time they will fade like the kid on the third row in the kindergarden photograph.
But even with that in mind I got bored and googled a few of my friends and some came up in the first few views, some found in the depths of many, many, many pages, which took many, many, many hours to pour through when one digs through web sites on dial up. When I did myself however I found nothing. Talk about good or depressing. Good: I've done everything online possible to hide myself in the depths of many alises that no one will ever find me, even though my internet life is over ten years now. Wow hard to take that when I only have owned a computer since grade ten. or Depressing: I have done nothing that is note worthy. I noticed a Doctor Jennifer Brown, Street Hockey something or rather Jennifer Brown, another more renowned real estate agent, a HR, a 2004/2005 grad, singer. So HA! I look at all these peoples and think of all the good things they have done and I am lucky to be able to make my million before I die. *Sigh*
I can't imagine any of the Jennifers I have met going on and saving lives through medicial breakthough, winning gold medels (unless belching becomes a sport), or becomming distinguished actresses.
At least I can look forwards to one thing that probably be posted online for some other person before myself is that by the time I perish the obituaries will be predominatly done online. Perhaps by that time I may see something of myself online... Or perhaps that is all I wish to be ever known online of myself ^-^
Sorry to sound so depressive really I didn't mean it that way.

Mawhahahaha!

I got chapter 6 up and running on my story blog. Hopefully everyone had a safe and enjoyable new years celebrations and I'll post later.