Friday, October 12, 2007

some people's kids...

Ok, so this twit wrote a letter to The Projector. I thought it was the biggest piece of garbage that I ever read. So of course I decided to respond. I won't bother printing the original letter here because....well frankly I don't feel like typing it out. Suffice to say that it was dumping on the Princess St. campus for various idiotic reasons. I will however post my response because I can simply cut and paste. So here it is:

I Love the Princess Street Campus

I am in my first year here at the downtown campus, and I for one am proud
to be a student here. This is one of the most unique collection of buildings
that I've ever seen, and I believe it has won some architectural awards.
Those two staircases you refer to? I believe the designers made them narrow
so as to reduce the space they take up in the hallways that they lead to,
duh! I almost never have a problem getting up and down those stairs, most
students here are polite and wait their turn.

As for the recycling boxes, it doesn't take a second year BA student to
figure out that the reason the various boxes have odd-shaped openings is
because the school doesn't want people throwing garbage in them! If you know
that the paper bin has a slit, don't crumple your paper! The big bins in the
caf have small holes because they only want bottles and cans put in them!
Our campus is taking a proactive approach to the climate crisis, and I for
one support it and recycle as much as possible.

Tell me, what is the literal sense of the word "retarded?" To me it is a
derogatory comment referring to people with intellectual disabilities. If
you were trying to say "stupid," then just say "stupid". Don't use a word
that could be confused with an offensive slur.

Now you complain about not being able to find a seat along the Princess
side of the campus, in the couches and comfy chairs? Well no kidding! I
personally don't care who is sitting there, be it student or not. The bottom
line is that the good seats are going to get taken first. Now, last time I
checked this was a public campus, and we are home to the only Tim Hortons in
the Exchange District. We're gonna attract our share of non-students. What,
would you rather NOT have a Tim's on campus?

Finally, there is our poor security guard. Trying to write his novel in his
down time. In my opinion this is the perfect job to have if you are a
writer. Anyone who has worked a security job knows this: there's a lot of
sitting around. It doesn't matter how dedicated you are, your ass sits the
same way in that chair. You might as well do something constructive, no?

So overall, I found your letter offensive, grammatically incorrect, and
extremely ill-informed and unintelligent. It sounds like a 14-year-old wrote
it. Next time keep your opinion to yourself.

Dan Vadeboncoeur
1st year Creative Communications


So the Projector published my letter, and I'm feeling pretty good about myself. I have several people tell me that they agree with me and that they thought the original letter was offensive. (What really bothered me about the letter was the person's use of the word "retarded." Allow me to quote: "That is retarded in the literal sense of the word." It was that exact phrasing that set me off.)

The Projector published my email address with the letter, which is fine. Yesterday I recieved an anonymous e-mail from someone who didn't like my letter. Here it is:



Dear Danny Dumbass,



I am in my second year at RRC at the Notre Dame campus. I for one am proud
to be a student here. It does however; pain me to admit I have spent a
summer at the Princess St campus picking up an extra course. Admitting this
travesty can only be compared to a rape victim having to relive the events
in front of a court. Just thinking about my experiences at Princess makes
me want to scrub myself raw.

I'm glad you decided to share with us the fact that PS won architectural
awards. I wish you would have clarified which ones for me. I, on the other hand; have done some investigative research, and I have discovered that it has indeed won three (bad things come in threes) titles. Please read below:
1. the award for the biggest shit hut
2. the award for the most pretentious students
3. the award for the school with the worst lounges. (Really, I would rather
spend my down time jerking off with sandpaper than sit on one of those
dirty couches)



For a school that "is taking a proactive approach to the climate crisis"
your school sure adds a lot of bullshit to the environment, as well as
computers that drain power, not to mention a continuous wireless internet running 24/7. But heaven forbid I throw my can of Full Throttle into the can marked for cardboard products.

It may not take a second year BA student to figure out various openings are for various shaped objects; it does however take someone as witty as yourself who is enrolled in a course with as much prestige as “CreComm” to insult someone for sounding like a 14-year old. Tell me, do you get a handshake before or after your certificate is emailed to you?

You would be lucky to portray yourself as 14. With lines like,

“…would you NOT have a Tims on campus?”

or my favorite,

“….reduce the space they take up in the hallways that they lead to, duh!” I would predict that you were a 12 year old junior high school girl who thinks too much of herself after watching “The Hills” or “Laguna Beach”



As far as the security goes, they should not be writing a novel while on duty. If you were a bank executive or a reporter and had some spare time, would you be writing a novel? Well you probably would because you write poorly made letters to a college newspaper on your spare time. Any normal person would like their security guard to be on watch when he has spare time. I was at Princess St this summer, and a pack of drunken people came in and started making trouble. But I guess if invaders came into your school you would beat them down with you self importance.



(dis) Regards,



-Nore Dame Warrior





I have not altered this in any way those spelling and punctuation mistakes are real. I do regret using the "duh", I was simply trying to speak at the same maturity level as the original writer (zing!) What really amuses me is this: I didn't even mention the Notre Dame campus in my letter. To be honest, half the time I forget that there IS a Notre Dame campus. I really don't care one way or another what they think.

I have since learned that the security guard in question was misquoted in the article that said he was writing his novel at work. (Part of the first letter.) In fact, he said that he gets his story ideas when he's at work, but he does not write here. Wouldn't matter to me if he did, he works the midnight to 8 am shift. He does all his rounds and the place is secure.

The only thing I can think of is that this person must know the girl who wrote the letter that I responded to. She may be distraught, and this giant douche decided to defend her honour. I honestly can't believe that someone would take offense to what I wrote just based on the letter alone.

I am not going to respond. I have however shared the letter with a lot of my classmates, and now anyone else who cares to read this blog. Incidentally, the person created a specific email address: princess_street_is_for_princeses@hotmail.com
to blast me from. Feel free to email him/her if you want.

Obviously spelling is not their strong suit.

Friday, October 5, 2007

the puck drops...

I can feel it in the air.

That may seen cliche, but it's true. I can feel the country gearing up. Hockey season is upon us and I see it everywhere around me. Not only has the NHL started its season with a pair of publicity-seeking games in Jolly Old England, which may or may not have been a success(more on that later,) but I see it in our advertising, at the local community clubs and arenas, at the sporting goods stores. In ANY store for that matter.

Enjoyed some Lays chips recently? How about some Pepsi to wash that down? If so, you've seen Sidney Crosby adorning the packages for both. How about the new Tim Hortons commercial where the guy asks his little brother to play goalie for his team, have you seen that? They go to Timmie's after the game and he orders his baby brother a hot...chocolate? No sir brother mine, I'll have a double double because I'm a (sniff, sob) big boy now who is addicted to coffee! AND I can't wait for the Mastercard ads to start about the boy who can't play hockey but becomes a success and minor celebrity by driving the Zamboni. P.S. are they ever going to finish that campaign? I'm dying to know what happens to him when he gets "called up" to the NHL. Does he do well? Does he run over one of the players and is forever branded a failure and sent down to the minors in shame? I'm just wondering is all. I think Mastercard realized that the hockey fan market in the states is minimal, and decided not to sink any more money into the campaign. Oh well, it lives on in my mind....


I'm getting off track here. I guess it really hit me yesterday, as I was taking Nicholas to Gateway Rec Centre for his hockey tryouts. There were a group of kids and adults playing ball hockey on what would be an outdoor rink when winter rears its ugly, frozen head. It was like they were saying, "We can't wait for the ice, we're gonna start NOW!" That image, along with the crisp air and falling leaves really encapsulates to me what it means to be a hockey fan. You don't just love watching the game. You love everything about it, including playing it. (Even if you suck and can't skate. Ahem.)

Nothing makes me feel more Canadian than my love of hockey, and sharing that passion with those around me. We gravitate towards each other, we hockey nuts. It's almost like Gay-dar, but with hockey people. Anything can give you away: your hat, shirt, coffee mug. If any of those items bears the logo of an NHL franchise, it's an instant conversation starter. "So, you're a Leafs fan, eh? They suck!" Is usually how it goes.

I guess I'll give you a bit of history here. I was always what I would now refer to as a "fringe fan." Growing up, I was aware of this game that most kids I knew liked. I went to the minimum number of Jets games. I remember watching Gretzky raise the Stanley Cup over his head four times in the eighties. I was never what I would call "passionate" about it. I was sufficiently angry when the Jets left that I stopped watching what little hockey I did watch. A few years later, I moved to Edmonton, and while I was there I saw a few games. I watched the Oilers beat Colorado in the first round of the playoffs and the City of Edmonton went NUTS, kinda like they did a few years back when the Oilers went to the final. I guess living in a hockey market kinda kick-started my interest in the sport. I've been an Oilers fan ever since.

The real start to my obsessive fandom came when I was living across the hall from my brother, Tobin. I had free cable. He was a crazy Habs fan. We ended up watching the playoffs that year (2003)and the team we chose to cheer for, The Mighty Ducks, made it to the final only to lose to New Jersey. That's how it started, it's like I caught a cold from my brother and was never able to quite get rid of it. I never wanted to, for that matter.

So here we are, four years later, and the '07/'08 season has begun. The two regular season games that were played across the pond are being deemed a success by the NHL because both games were sold out. However, my friend who lives in Manchester had no idea that they were taking place. And he would have been looking for that kind of thing. (I've been educating him about the game. He in turn is teaching me about soccer. It's a give and take situation.) I think that selling out two 20,000 seat games in a city of 13 million is not a hard thing to do. Should London have an NHL franchise? Probably. A team would probably do very well over there, if it weren't for the logistical nightmare of scheduling and travel.

Not only is the NHL season starting up right now, but the local season is beginning as well. All over the city, parents have shelled out upwards of $700.00 for registration and equipment for their kids to beat the hell out of each other (if they're over 11, that is.) My step-son Nicholas plays defence and is the biggest kid on his team by far. In fact, one year we had three or four large children on the team, prompting a parent from an opposing team to say, "Are you sure those kids are 10?" This will be my fourth season as a hockey parent and I love it. There's nothing better than watching your kid play hockey and praising him for his efforts. You become great friends with the other hockey parents, and there are very few of the nutbars who scream and push their kids too far. One year this one parent would scream every game: "Just get the puck!" I used to call him "Mr. Yellypants." No one could ever really understand him, and what the hell do you think they're trying to do out there, buddy? Figure skate? What an idiot. Thank God he moved away.

This is one of the two times in the season when I'll drive Tanya nuts with my obsessiveness, the other being playoff time. It has been almost four months since I've been able to watch ANY kind of hockey, four months of SportCentre being incredibly boring but I watch it anyway out of habit. Four months of (shudder) baseball. Now I'm watching as much hockey as possible. There are probably four or five games on per week, and I'm determined to watch all of them. This will taper off after about a month. Then there'll be a little blip on the radar as I watch the World Juniors at Christmas, but for the most part I settle into my Hockey Night in Canada on most Saturdays and the occasional Oilers game on Sportsnet for the bulk of the year.

I haven't bothered to join any hockey pools this year. After completely failing in them the last two seasons, I have come to the conclusion that I can't predict SHIT! I am now content to just watch and let the poolies stress over how many points Alfredsson needs on whatever night to win the week. I may do the "Point Streak Challenge" this year, because it's free, and it is quite a challenge to pick players who will score at least one point on any given night in a row for as long as you can. We'll see.

Anyhoo, I'm excited as hell. My predictions are as follows: The Oilers WILL make the playoffs. The Canucks will win the Stanley Cup. Sam Gagner will win the Rookie of the year trophy. Unfortunately there is no hockey on tonight, so I'll have to pretend to be a football fan and watch the Bombers play, but I really don't care.

Go Oilers!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Ok, so part of the Cre Comm program that I'm in is Journalism. I am strongly leaning towards this being my major. As a potential Journalist, I'm a little proud to announce my first published articles. I had two in this week's Projector (RRC's campus paper.) The first one is a piece I wrote for a "streeter" assignment. That's where my Journalism instructor sends us out into the streets to find a story and come back and write it. We have one hour and 50 minutes to complete the assignment. I ran like hell down to Portage Place and back to get this one.


MALL CUSTOMERS, EMPLOYEES NOT HAPPY WITH MCNALLY ROBINSON STORE MOVE

By Dan Vadeboncoeur
dapperdan29@hotmail.com
310 words

People working in and around Portage Place are reacting with both sadness and resignation to the news that McNally Robinson Booksellers will be closing the doors of its downtown location and relocating to a much larger Polo Park store next spring.
For Hentie Jordaan, native of South Africa and employee at the Portage Place location for five months, it means a longer trip to work and fewer anecdotes for his family back home. “I will miss the interesting people that come in here,” he says.
As well, Jordaan believes that many customers will not follow the store to its new location. “Many of our regular customers have physical disabilities and are in wheelchairs. It may not be convenient for them to make the trip to Polo Park.”
However, as an employee of the store, he understands the reasoning behind the move. “It makes sense from a business perspective,” says Jordaan. “Right now we don’t have a music section to speak of. The new location will have much more room for us to make more specialized sections.”
To some, the news comes as a shock. “I knew that they were opening up a new store in Polo Park,” says David, who declined to give his last name. He works at the Foot Locker next door to McNally and worked at Polo Park as well. David is a regular McNally customer and isn’t likely to visit its replacement, which according to several mall employees will most likely a Coles. “I think that (McNally Robinson) is a much better store, with a better selection of magazines,” he says. “I live closer to the Grant Park location, so I’ll just go there.”
The downtown location will close its doors on April 1, 2008 and on the same day the Polo Park store will open up in the space that is currently occupied by SportChek.


I got the coveted spiderman sticker for that one. It was a good story so I submitted it to the paper. This next one is a story I was assigned by the sports editor of the Projector. I want to be a sports writer, so I thought I'd try my hand at covering the school teams.



BANNER YEAR FOR RRC REBELS IN THE WORKS

By Dan Vadeboncoeur
dapperdan29@hotmail.com
396 words

Some key returning players, a determination to win and some unwavering fan support will all be contributing factors to all four of our RRC Rebels sports teams making a repeat appearance in the CPAC championships according to Ryan Ratushniak, Manager of Athletics and Recreation Services for Red River College.
Last season the men’s and women’s volleyball and basketball teams all made it to the finals, with the women’s volleyball team winning the CPAC (Central Plains Athletic Conference) Championship. Ratushniak says that it’s a good possibility that they could do it again.
“Our women’s volleyball team will be motivated to repeat as CPAC Champions, and all of the other teams will be hungry for the CPAC Championship banner after being so close last year,” he says.
Not bad for a sports program that’s only starting its third year after a 20 year hiatus and must play against 6 other highly competitive teams.
The volleyball teams are in somewhat of a rebuilding year, having lost several players to graduation. However of the returning players, most are in the starting lineup.
Players like Chris Morrisette, a 6’ 7” second year Business Administration student who is looking forward to a successful year for the men’s volleyball team. “We have good strong players in every position,” he says. “There are 3 or 4 new players who look really good.”
As far as basketball goes, Ratushniak feels that these may be two of our strongest teams yet. “Our men’s basketball team could compete at the university league level,” he says. High praise considering that most universities have a much bigger student base than Red River does.
A huge motivating factor for all the sports team’s this year will be the fans. All 8 home games for each team will be played in the North Gym at the Notre Dame campus, and admission is free for all RRC students. Ratushniak is looking forward to a good turnout this season. “We had great fan support last year and we would love to see that again this year,” he says.
Another way fans can show their support is by coming out to the first Rebels Revolution social which will be held on Saturday, September 29, 2007 in the South Gym. Tickets are available at the Ox (Notre Dame Campus) or by contacting Ratushniak at 632-3030. All proceeds will go towards the RRC Rebels Scholarship fund.



So that's it. I just wanted to share with all of you who aren't RRC students just what exactly I'm doing in this program. I am having a great time with this and I plan on writing more articles for the Projector throughout the year.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Don't go jumping off any bridges yet, Oilers fans!

Seeing as how I meant to post this last week, training camp is definitely underway throughout the NHL. I thought it would be a good time for me to reflect on the past year in hockey and in particular on my favorite team: the Edmonton Oilers.

I tell you, this time last year I was on top of the world. My team had just gone to game seven of the Stanley Cup finals. We had come this close to hockey greatness. A lot of people I know would have been extremely disapointed to have come that close and failed. Not I, because I was extremely optimistic about the season to come.

You have to understand that at the time, the Oilers' offense was being called "the most talented offensive corps in the NHL," by many hockey analysts. Everyone gave them a good chance of going deep into the playoffs again. Players like Ales Hemsky, Fernando Pisani and Jarret Stoll were going to have career seasons, according to these so-called "experts". Never mind Chris Pronger. "Who needs him?" I thought. We had star rookie Ladislav Smid, and grizzled veterans Jason Smith and Steve Staios. Our blue line was just fine. The only thing we needed was a good puck-moving defenseman, but I was sure that Kevin Lowe would be able to land one before the trade deadline. It was going to be an awesome year!!!

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Over the next year I would see my Oilers get off to a slow start, then fail to make any headway in the extremely competitive Northwest Division. They hovered around the eighth playoff spot for most of the season. They never seemed to get going despite decent goaltending from Dwayne Roloson and the phenomenal play of Ryan Smyth.

Then came Trade Deadline Day, the second worst day in Oiler's franchise history. Ryan Smyth traded to the Islanders! I sat there at my work computer, stunned, when I found out about the trade. Like all Oilers fans out there, I was PISSED! I could not believe it. I came up with all kinds of rationalizations for the trade. I believed that Smyth would come back to the Oilers in the off season, much like Doug Weight and Mark Recchi had after winning the Stanley Cup with Carolina. I basically was in denial.

That trade would start the almost comedic series of events that became the disastrous end of the season for the Copper and Blue. Two wins in the last twenty games. Almost every one of their starting players injured at some point. By the end of the season it looked like thay were starting training camp early, they had so many rookies on the team.

But all that is behind us now. It's time to start a new season, and boy does my team look shitty. I know that it's hard for any Oilers fan to be optimistic at this point, but Kevin Lowe did manage to sign a big name defenseman. And, after a foiled attempt to poach Thomas Vanek from the Sabres, Lowe stole us a decent first line winger in Dustin Penner. Don't get me wrong, we still need a few more pieces before we can contend for Stanley again. That's what I'd really like to talk about today. Because any good feelings that Oiler fans have about the upcoming campaign can be summed up into one word: Prospects.

1. Sam Gagner - this kid had an awesome Super Series, won the gold for Team Canada in the World Juniors last year and is looking good in training camp, having hooked up with Hemsky for all three goals scored during the Joey Moss cup this past weekend. He may actually crack the big squad right out of Junior, and that kind of thing usually only happens for the Crosbys and Ovechkins of the world.

2.Andrew Cogliano - WOTS is that this guy is fast, like Teemu Selanne fast. Or Pavel Bure fast, if you will. He also captured gold at the WJC last year and has now forsaken his last two years at Michigan State to turn pro. Let's hope he's ready for the big leagues.

3. Rob Schremp - this american-born centre tore up the OHL during his final year with the London Knights, but had a so-so season in the AHL last year. You probably remember him, he was the guy who pulled that crazy "puck on the blade of his stick" move during a charity shootout last pre-season. This guy's got skills and he has been a late cut in the last two training camps for the Oilers. I'm pretty sure he will make it this year. He's just got to work on his defensive game a bit.

That's all I will get into for now, I've already gone on for too long. The good news is that the future is bright for the Edmonton Oilers. The bad news is that it isn't likely to gel this year. I refer to it as the "three year plan." Year two is about to begin.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Bus-ology

So yesterday, I was riding on the Most Crowded Bus Ever.

I know that those of you who went to U of M are saying "listen buddy, you don't know nuthin' about crowded. Let ME tell you about crowded..." or something a little more grammatically correct. You are a university graduate after all.

Listen, I have been to U of M, I have taken the bus home from there at 3:30 in the afternoon, and that ride doesn't even come close to this experience.

Take the human sardine can that is the 60 Pembina coming out of the U of M at the end of the day. Add to that 2 baby strollers, 3 seniors with walkers, one man in a wheelchair and a partridge in a pear tree. That was my ride to school yesterday. When the guy in the wheelchair had to get off the bus, it took ten minutes to get everyone off to make room for him. One woman had to move her walker, but didn't want to. When the bus driver offered to move it for her and bring it back after the gentleman disembarked she replied, "well, ok. But I'm taking my money with me!" Like the bus driver is going to leave her $25.00 an hour job to steal your purse and abandon her bus full of passengers. I can just see her running down the street: "Woo hoo! I've got twenty bucks! Screw you Winnipeg Transit!"

But I digress...

I guess it's just a bit of a shock for me being so crowded. I haven't ridden the bus on a regular basis for over two years. I'm used to my quiet drive to work, in my car alone. With all the room in the world. I had this naive idea that I would be able to study and work on my laptop (this weekend, baby!) while I was riding the bus to school. Well, I don't have room to scratch my ass most days. Oh well. It's all worth it to save me money and to help the environment.

Remember those "Bus-ology" ads that used to be posted on the bus? You know, the ones that show all the annoying things that other passengers on the bus can do? Well they're back. It looks to me like they're just using the same ads that they used a few years ago. Way to save my tax dollar, city council! Anyway, I was thinking that they should come out with a series of these to show all the annoying things that the bus DRIVERS do on a regular basis. How about "Stoppus for Coffeeus too Oftenus." Or "Driveus Awayus when you're running after the Bussus and it's obvious to everyone around you that you really want to catch that bus but the effing driver won't stop! Er, -us."

Funny story related to that. One time I was running after the bus. I had had a REALLY bad day at work, I mean I was just in a pissy mood. I was running, and I thought the driver had seen me, but he started too pull away! I was so pissed off that I gave the driver the finger!

Then he stopped.

Sheepishly I approached the bus to get on. He wouldn't let me on at first. He mimicked me giving the finger and I mimed an apology. He opened the door and gave me a mini-lecture: "If I see you, I'll stop," he says. How am I supposed to know that when 99% of the Transit drivers out there won't (or so it seems to me.) I got on the bus and he drove on. The moral of the story: never give the bus driver the finger- When you depend on them to get home, they hold all the power.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

the cat came back... hopefully!

Well, Flash is gone.

Flash is our cat. Or rather, one of our cats. He made a break for freedom while Nicholas was letting the dog in. He's done this before, but in the past he has always just sat outside on the step, unsure of what to do with his new found freedom.

Well he obviously had an elaborate escape plan worked out. He sat there crouched by the door and as soon as it opened, he was out the door and around the corner in, well, a flash. It's the reason for his name: that kitty can move.

So when I got home from school today, we went looking for him. Actually we were getting ready to go look for him when he popped his little head up and meowed through the front door window. However, as soon as Nicholas went to open the door, he was gone again. It's like he was saying "I'm okay guys, I'm just gonna hang out out here for a while. Don't worry about me, I'll come home when I feel like it."

I've called the humane society and we did go out and search for a while, but he still hasn't come home. Nicholas has been pretty worried all day, and all I can tell him is that I believe that Flash will either come home, or someone will find him and call the humane society. The next step is making posters and putting them up around the neighborhood. We plan on doing that tomorrow.

All in all, kind of a crappy night.

Monday, August 27, 2007

and it begins....

Yesterday was my first day of school. Not that we did any schoolwork or anything, mind you. It was basically an information session where we were introduced to all of the instructors, received our class schedules and heard from a whole bunch of second year Cre Comm students about how awesome our first year will be. I found out that over the course of the next year that I will be: a) going on the radio to read the news and sports OR to host my own talk show if I can think of something interesting to talk about. b) writing a story (possibly more than one) for the school newspaper. c) learning how to produce a news broadcast, game show and talk show for television, and d) doing something only referred to as "the magazine project" which was spoken of by the second year students with the same tone of voice as one uses to describe a root canal, or watching the Nanny Diaries.

I also was taken on a tour of the campus which is really cool! If you've never been there, the RRC downtown campus consists of two city blocks in the exchange district with the "alley" between them converted into a giant atrium. Wherever they could, the designers kept as much as possible of the original buildings so you get this great mix of old school exchange district and brand spankin' new educational facility. There are flatscreen TVs all over the place, and I just get this great feeling walking throught the halls, like I'm doing something meaningful again. Plus, it is also equipped with a Tim Horton's, so I'm pretty much have everything I need here!

For the last few weeks, whenever I have talked to anyone about my going back to school, one of the most common questions I get is "are you nervous?" To that I always answer with a resounding "NO!" I'm really not. I only feel excitement about the next two years and about the career that I'm going to get out of this. I feel like I've finally gotten my head out of my ass and figured out what I want to do with my life. My only regret is that I didn't figure this out about ten years ago.

The other great aspect of this whole school thing is this: it feels awesome to not be working for DA MAN at a full time job for this first time since I graduated high school. I'm a poverty-stricken student!!! Woo hoo!!! Now I just hope my student loan goes throught in the next few weeks, or I'm screwed.....

Thursday, August 9, 2007

so this is blogging....

Okay so I've decided to give this a serious go, being that I eventually want to do this kind of stuff for a living, I might as well get as much writing practice as I can, right? Right. I have posted a few blogs here and there on Myspace and Facebook, but that was before I really got a handle on this whole weblog thing. Now I read several other blogs daily and I finally get it.

So I'll leave it at that for this first post. Only thing that's happening today that is of note is that we're taking Jack in for his one year immunization shot. I am preparing myself as best I can for listening to my son scream Bloody Murder while I stand there helpless to do anything about it. What is going to make this especially hard is that he is so much more AWARE of things now than he was six months ago. I get the feeling that he's gonna be pissed off all night because of it. We'll see.

Countdown: 2 weeks and one day until I am finished work!