A Tale of A Female – Wal Mart

There I am in line at Wal Mart. I approached the line which had 2 persons’ in it, one mother and one daughter. The daughter was at least around my age, maybe a bit younger but not early 20’s or anything.

I noticed they had a lot of items on the conveyor belt and there was a cart that was left haphazardly in the aisle though I wasn’t sure it was theirs as they were up at the paying area and bagging area and paid no mind to the cart. I shook my head and shoved the cart over so people could get through (relatively speaking) and waited for my turn to load the belt.

A woman came into the aisle behind me and saw the cart and looked ahead and thought the same as me probably ‘is this anyone’s cart? No? doesn’t appear to be as no one’s paying any attention to it’ and she backed the cart out so she could bring her own into the line with her items in it.

No less than 2 minutes go by and the women in front have their stuff in bags on the bagging area and then one of them goes to the other, do you have the cart? The other woman (mom) goes ‘no?’. The daughter proceeds to look and sees that it’s out in the store area behind the woman behind me. She snarkily goes by in a huff and says EXCUSE me to the woman and adds ‘apparently SOMEHOW our cart got moved’ and pushes it by her and myself to her mother (who never raised her daughter right obviously). I looked back to the woman and we exchanged looks and while I rolled my eyes and mimic’ed the ‘child’ ahead of us she mouthed ‘SOME HOW’ at me and we both laughed and I did the ‘quote’ thing with my fingers and we both laughed.

I left Wal Mart shaking my head and just disgusted at yet ANOTHER one that behaves like a total shit and has no plans of changing.

Men are from Mars, women are from the swamp sometimes…


Later Sunday – Working Out I Did!

It’s after suppertime here. I ate toast and some veggies. Kind of nauseated today and think it was due to the ‘best before today’ milk I had this morning with the cereal.

Funny though. Feeling icky most of the day, I still managed to get up, go to Wal Mart for grocery items, went to Timmies for a coffee break (small coffee and sat in to drink it), I even managed a workout down in the basement with the weights that we have. Right now I’m in the process of doing laundry.

When I went to Wal Mart, I drove by a large gym called LA Fitness. It’s a pretty big building and the parking lot had a lot of cars in it. I thought of how the next gym thing would be for there. Until then though, I’m hopefully going to find some motivation in my ‘free’ morning time. It only amounts to maybe 45-50 minutes if I am lucky but still…can I not work some fitness into that space? Coupling that with eating okay shouldn’t that help? If not physically at least mentally would do wonders for myself.

I’m feeling ill today and still managed to do a small workout. Why? How is this possible? There is a difference between me and shall I say others and that is, I WANTED TO.

I’m hoping tomorrow, to fit in some shoulders in the morning. IF I target a body part per day, it should help. I don’t even want to share that I’d be working out or I’d be targeted for a ‘poor me’ and I wish I had the energy to do so but the people I work with are so….and on and on and on for the same old story. It’ll be me and the readers little secret.

Weekend of Gazeebo

So far the weekend hasn’t been too bad. Still thinking of my brother and his gf and hoping / praying for their safe return.

Friday I did some drawing on my ‘project’ I’m attempting. Also made a Best Buy trip too. I got home and we ate and began unboxing the gazeebo we’ve had in our garage for a couple months already. I then said we may as well start on it (what else are we doing right?) so we get the basic frame up and then would finish the rest on Saturday which we did. We finished about 330 or so then went and bought an outdoor rug for underneath it and proceeded to haul up the furniture from the basement. At least it all fit underneath and yes it’s a nice place to relax though did we need a third living room? Probably not. To me a patio set probably would have sufficed with a place to eat after barbequing and such. Oh well. It’s still nice under there and will be once the bugs start coming. It has mosquito netting everywhere so it should be good for them and for wasps really.

We’ll see how long until someone sleeps out there an entire weekend.

Today consists of me doing Sunday duties. Laundry and cleaning out the garage. Don’t forget a few coffees. NO junk food but coffees I can do.

That’s all I got for now…

Let’s Start With This.

So far the day has been pretty good.

Did a slow bit of ‘low hanging fruit’ as my best bud called it up until lunchtime.  I wasn’t as motivated to go go go as I was earlier in the week as all motivation to care was blown straight out of the air lock after it was revealed to me that my deadline wasn’t the ‘real’ deadline but rather an ASSHOLE tactic to ‘make’ us work.

After I ate a pretty good, pretty healthy lunch of home made soup and a veggie salad (no lettuce but big chunks of tomato, carrot, cucumber and radishes.  Afterward I, determined during this ‘100 day’ exercise to try to be healthier. IF I can keep drawing 100 days straight, why not try to be a bit healthier in that time too.  I took a walk out near work and found myself in a nice QUIET neighbourhood.  Makes me realize how noisy our neighborhood can be though all fairness this was lunchtime so makes a bit more sense to be quieter. I walked briskly with my app on my phone for about 35 minutes and it was nice and felt nice to just take the time to look around and see new surroundings.

Now, being in an undisclosed location, I’m just doing this bit of blogging and then will follow it up with drawing and working on my project. It should be okay.


More Excuses

So last night after my work debacle, I got home and had a somewhat decent night. We walked the dog, it was a chilly walk but a walk nonetheless and good to get some clean air in our lungs.

After we were home a bit, the topic was raised about how she wishes we could work out or have time to do it. “How can others do it!?”. Of course I’ve heard this all before from her and I am done trying to answer it or trying to ‘solve it’. After all women don’t want anything solved right? Especially if it’s easily solved…

So she goes into how there isn’t enough hours in the day, how she just doesn’t have the energy but that eating well isn’t really doing much and she’s not feeling so good about herself. I reiterate that I too would like to be in better shape too but stop at that.  I’ve been down this road way too many times with her and am not ready for a 5th round.

I know that from my own experiences, you have to not be lazy, you have to get up when you don’t want to, change into gym clothes when you don’t feel like it and get working out, whether it’s at home or at a gym facility but the point is you need to figure a way to MAKE the time and MAKE the effort to do so and from living with one another I’ve seen where the time goes, what is done and more importantly what isn’t done.  Sure it’s tougher to keep a tidy house if you want to work out but then again it’s not if you pick up after yourself once in a blue moon.  Exercise can be your best friend if you let it. It can help you unwind from work, it can help you space out from the thoughts of work and life.  It is therapeutic and the health benefits are enormous but the one hurdle one has to get passed is that you have to make the decision to do it.  To NOT drink, to eat better, to get up or take some evening time to commit to your health and feeling better, to figure out ways to clean the house or you know, take part in it at all, to not blame your partner for your obvious bad habits and to just wake up.

I’ve tried with her in going to gyms. We tried one. It was busy so she made us quit. The next one was fantastic and a quiet nice new facility but 15 mins drive each way and THAT was too much time out of her day / week to do that. We have equipment at home but she ‘can’t do it after working with THOSE assholes all day’ and then gets angry at me for not being as angry as her about work and suggesting perhaps I should get a different job where I can be that angry so I can understand what she feels like…yes folks I’m not kidding that HAS been suggested to me. Luckily I took that suggestion and put it where all bad suggestions go.

There are closer gyms, but then they are more money, and she once said she’d not pay more than$10 a month to go to a gym. Well you aren’t going to get to go to ANY gyms then…once we went to that nice facilty and it was 40 a month which is still cheap for one’s health and interests, then it was too far and too much time to take up. She wants to eat, sleep, be mad at work, be exhausted at home and go to bed early so there’s not time for any exercise you know. Weekends? Well they’re the same! Though lately it’s ‘we better have plans to go to do something or I’m going to get blitzed out of boredom!’ but nothing said about going to a gym or working out at home.

My conclusion is that if you wanted to get in better shape physically, you’d do it. But you don’t. I did it for years myself and kept my place clean or relatively clean.

You won’t do it if you don’t want to. No one else is stopping you.

Now time for Timmies!

Baby Asshole Graduated!!!

You know when I stop working that something is up.

Today it seems, the people I refer to as “baby assholes” just showed themselves to grow into a “young adult” asshole.

What do you do when you’re so stressed out that you have to take a walking break outside to clear your head and possibly take deep breaths in order to not hyperventilate and or pass out? It’s called stress.

What do you call a person who’s been driving you to this point knowing that you’re invested in your work and want to do a good job but that the deadline is impossible to accomplish and then on the 2nd day before the deadline says that he was just kidding on the due date and that I have another week to do it still and he just is doing this to make sure people ‘work?’….it’s called an ASSHOLE.

That’s right folks…another week to do things…so all the scrambling and fudging I was doing in preparation for this deadline is still there and still makes the drawing set look not so great but you know what? I’m going to keep that in. I’m not going to change things I’ve already done. You know what else I’m not going to do? Work for the rest of the day. Time for a glorious hour and a half to piss around.

That’s right. Fuck yourself.

More Worry

I’m more and more worried about what will or could happen to my brother and his gf flying out there.

Zika is high, Terror is high, being a foreigner is a no no, not to mention malaria and other things and NO vacccinations as they’re travelling too soon (probably in the panic). Mom and Dad are freaking out that it’s not safe at all for them (especially for him) to go but doubt there’s anything we can say to stop him.  I’ll send him a text or two this morning once it reaches around 9 maybe 10am and see if I can at least send him precautions at least…just bad, all bad.  i hope he doesn’t see it as being bad either and purposely ignoring it because ‘we don’t want him to be happy’ the fact is we WANT him to be happy and want him to be healthy and most of all survive the freaking trip right?

Sigh. The wife just keeps telling me how it’s fine, it’s their fault, their non planning nature (basically faulting them for not being so brilliant as herself which had a lot of help though she’ll never see that) and then pairing up with me mister cautious as hell which has helped her be where she is today too…it’s not just HER own direction to success and happiness…ugh.

So no sympathy from her which doesn’t surprise me as there wouldn’t be any if anything happened to anyone else though if her own parents get a hangnail oh it’s the world’s end!!!!

Anyway. This blogging isn’t doing me much good so I’ll start making breakfast and start the routine for work.

I just texted him that there is a medical clinic in the Vancouver airport that he may be able to at least get vaccinations from and the site and phone number but we’ll see.