Pet Blogging Mondays

Aaaarrrgh second time I am typing this post. This week will be a twofer for PBM, due to my lack of participation in my own creation last week. This weeks picture is also going to give me a fuckin conniption. Now for all you people who think Nanook is the cutest thing since Rudy from the Cosby Show, let me tell you their is a flip side to that coin, Nanook is mischeivous, I mean really Mischeivous, I'm talking mischievous like Mr. Mxyzptlk(now who gets that reference?) Now what prompted this latest escapade into the idea for PBM was Nanook chewed my favourite hat, so I thought it would make a good picture if I took a picture of Nanook wearing the chewed hat, now this sounded a whole lot easier than what it really is, after many failed attempts at trying to take this picture I chose to take a picture of what happens when Nanook does act like a complete ass.

Pet Blogging Mondays

Pet blogging Mondays has been interrupted due to I am in a lot of muthafuckin pain. We will resume our normal schedule when I can see straight and not wince with every movement.

Welcome To America

Welcome to America,
On Wednesday I was finally sworn in as an American Citizen, I am now finally allowed to vote, this is huge for me, I have never had the opportunity to vote in any of the countries which I have lived in. I now have a voice.
On another note I would like to welcome Nicee to my blog family, check out her blog this is a very funny young lady, and I am sure her humour will translate into her blog.
Has anybody been watching the Winter Olympics? Am I the only one to notice that almost every American athlete has some type of affliction be it recovering from a stomach bug, to their great uncle twice removed has just passed away. Enough of the damn excuses, if you are not well enough to compete, them let some one else take your spot, I am sick and tired about hearing what a great testament to the human spirit, or how amazingly talented, that person is. Knock it off NBC and just show the Olympics for what it is, a collection of the world’s best athletes coming together to showcase their skills, not a bunch of Americans with excuses for why they did not get a gold medal. The Olympics is a world event.

Valentines Day

Now I know a lot of my fellow bloggers out there really dislike V-day, and I really can understand where they are coming from, yes I agree we should treat our loved ones special every day, yes I agree that it is a slap in the face to those of us who are single (yes I am one of them), yes it is a "holiday" perpetuated by hallmark. But in all honesty, it feels nice to receive a card, chocolate, special trinket, whatever floats your boat, on this day. Not to say that we cannot do the same thing on other days, but having a special day set aside for this is really not that bad of a thing. If i had somebody right now, I would shower that person with affection, and I would not feel guilty about it. But now that is out of the way on to my V-day. I received a couple of gifts from my students and I participated in a secret valentine at work. The amount of candy i received today would give a dentist a heart attack, I may develop diabetes if I keep on munching on all this crap. From my secret Valentine I received some Mexican peanuts, which tasted like ass ( go figure, white people, see link), and a pizza for lunch. I never thought that I could put on so much weight in one day because of a freakin holiday which wasn't Xmas or Thanksgiving. Hopefully next year I will have my own valentine.

Ammendment to last post.

Ok after rereading my last post, I realise that it is quite vague in the information that I posted, after reading seahags hilarious comment, I have decided to give a little bit more information on my current situation. So this latest female is a cousin of somebody who I dated in the past, not somebody who I had an extensive relationship with but nonethe less somebody who I dated fro a short period of time. Now unfortunately we both know this and we both feel it would be too springerish if we were to hook up. But damn we have some of the greatest conversations, today we talked for over an hour on the phone, now that may not seem like much to somebody, and the other day for over 2 hours. It really is cool when you have somebody who you can relate to on a plethora of topics. Of course it would be better if she was to lay down and spread her legs and say come hit this. But as discussed previously, it just cant happen for fear of showing up on the springer show.

He gives with one hand, and takes with the other.

I tell you somebody upstairs has it out for me! After my recent foray into romance with Ms. B, which turned into a bust. I have met another person, and I have to say this person is hella cool, I totally had a cerebral connection with this person. Only problem is nothing can ever happen between us for reasons that I cannot get into. AAARRRRGGGHHHH, why am I cursed with matters of the heart. But me and new person will still continue to be friends, despite the tension. So what is everybody elses thoughts on this latest predicament in the soap opera otherwise known as my life.

Pet Blogging Mondays

Ok so I had a great idea for PBM, but I had to wait until the westminster dog show was actually playing, Nanook is one of the few dogs I know who will actually sit and watch TV, he especially loves dog shows, and will sit there all attentive, and watch any show which has dogs in it. So I thought it would make a great picture of Nanook watching TV. Unfortunately I did not catch him watching the Alaskan Malamute, but you get the idea from the pictures.

Perspective

Ok I am not as crabby as i was yesterday, firstly I went back to taekwando training after a two and a half year hiatus, its amazing how good you feel after exercise, or more importantly hitting something. Sparring went well yesterday, none of these new people knew who I was or what my fighting ability was, so I had an advantage there, I fared pretty good, and even did a little bit of instructing to some of the lesser skilled fighters. After sparring I asked about the old fighting team? it turns out most of them have been picked up by major teams, including one guy who I used to whoop on is now on Team Paul Mitchell (Probably the best martial arts team out there, but funnily enough sponsored by a hair product company). By the time I got home i was in so much pain, I could not sleeplast night, lesson to self, ease back into activity, you are not in college anymore. Today at school was no better physically, i could barely move. Classes were going pretty good, until one of my problem students came to me crying about a death which happened in his family this weekend. Watching a little boy cry uncontrollably about death really puts a lot of things into perspective, and made my stupid little problems feel insignificant. At lunch I found relief in muscle relaxers. The rest of my day went extremely smooth after that. I also received a phonecall from the "last prospective" after we had agreed to(more her telling me) to slow things down and cease contact. First instinct is to call her back, but she wanted time apart, so I will just wait for her to call again.

2006 Already suck ass

2006 has just started, and already it has sucked mode dick than 5 dollar hoer. So far in just one month, I have had my place burgaled, had a relationship start and end, my hopefull job still needs to do more research on me, and my brand new 2005 mustang got rear ended. What else could go wrong. The muthafucker who hit my car did not have any insurance, then tried to drive away, but couldnt because I was holding his steering wheel thru the window, and threatening him with grievous bodily damage if he tried moving his car again. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK. I am pissed at the world right now, I had made the resolution to not get down this year, but damn all this shit happens in the space of 3 weeks. Even Mary fuckin Poppins couldn't stay cheerful with all this shit going on. I am taking my aggression out on somebody tonight at taekwondo. Tomorrows headlines, school teacher kills entire martial arts class.