Cardio

Nope not about running or getting that proper amount of exercise. Its about my heart. I went and had an echo cardiogram the other day. It is basically ultrasound of your heart. Amazing technology, as I lay there in a dark room I watched on a screen  my heart working. Each chamber moving opening and closing, pushing the blood in and separating out the oxygen.

This amazing thing this heart of mine, was beauty in its simplicity and design yet so complex in its rhythm and motion. The four chambers give a syncopated beat, not the thump thump we are used to hearing when we lay our head against another chest but the actual four chambers working in their own well timed pace.
An electrical spark can stop it, another can start it. I was simply blown away by this most amazing piece of anatomy.

To see it I felt closer to what is actually going on inside me. To watch this complex system at work, I feel a renewed sense of optimism that I want to take care of this precious thing, this heart.
I also found much to my surprise that it was not shattered in a thousand pieces, that it was not broken in two by love, but actually whole and much to my relief a very healthy heart.

Hockey Ramble

So I watched my hockey team play their hearts out last night. Colorado Avalanche in case you're wondering.
They had 36 shots on goal and dominated the 2nd and 3rd periods. A fantastic Goal by Duchene 1:38 left in the game tied it. 28 seconds into over time a fluke chip and the fucking Canucks win it. Av's did come away with a point but still the Canucks....blah blah blah ya ya they are Canadienne.. so what, just barely hanging on to Canada by a thread on its west coast. Vancouver is the LA of Canada.

And whats with all these cities that have never seen snow in their entire existence having hockey teams???? Florida... Arizona.. why not just have hockey in the bloody Brazilian Rain Forest.  I'm thinking if you don't get snow, you don't get hockey. But of course, its slowly but surely being turned into the same elitist bullshit that is now football.

In 20 years, the sport will be unrecognisable as any multi millionaire or corporation with money to burn, will buy a team up and California will have a hockey team for every major city just like football. New Orleans will have the Peppers, and San Diego will have the Waves... I think I'm going to be sick

Pretzels

I like them, they are the perfect food. Lucky for me the elusive "they"  make a gluten free pretzel and I can happily munch away on them. My dog likes them too, in fact she's convinced that she's sharing them with me. So, I can have my pretzels and my Sapporo beer ( its gluten free as well) and feel like I'm at a bar except that I'm barefoot, kicked back on my couch with my laptop and there are no drunk annoying people around, sticking their hands into my pretzel bowl.
Another perfect food, is of course, the ever popular, waxed poetic, wars fought over, creamy, smooth delicious, Chocolate. Whats even cooler is that pretzels and chocolate go together fabulously....

Life is good

A whole new way to hate

If you hate someone, truly hate them, don't waste your time wishing death on them, or hoping that their favourite pet dies, or a myriad of other equally heinous but creative ways to make one miserable. Just send them a letter with Bed bug eggs in it. Once those suckers hatch, they multiply faster than cockroaches and the person won't notice them till they are out of control. Their life will be a living hell for weeks! Oh my I have a letter to write!!!

Catch you on the flip side!

Life in a plastic bag

My life right now fits, into several large and small plastic bags. If I get rid of the furniture, I could easily pick up and move. Owning a truck makes it all the more simple. Toss the bags in back, fill the tank, and voila I'm on the road with all my stuff. Open highway calling to me, I'd have my cd's and my ipod to entertain me, and on the long boring streches where there are few cars and less cops I could practice my txting and driving. I'm sure I could master it, like these 20 something, without killing myself or my plastic bags. The big question is,where should me and my plastic bags go?




Where there are no fucking bed bugs......

Life in the complex

Its a cloudy day, the hot weather abated. Fresh morning air, ahhh, so I step outside my apartment, keys in hand, ready to go change out my laundry, and I'm greeted by a used condom in its wrapper, laying there like a albatross on my door mat. My first response was to kick it, which I did. It rests now in the middle of the walk way, its purple wrapper standing out against the grey cement. Purple and grey do go well together.

I live in a large apartment complex, its not the projects but its about one step up from them. People do not care about the place and drop their garbage where they may be standing, let their animals pee on the stairwells and buildings next to their doors. This is where they live yet they have no sense of their surroundings and the fact that other people live there as well. My new truck was scraped and smashed along the lower passinger side door, of course no one takes responsiblity for the accident. I am left holding the bill.

We have one neighbor that stands in the middle of the parking lot airing her business punctuated by many foul words. We pretend not to hear but its rather difficult to drown out as she does it pretty much at the top of her lung. This is an almost daily event in which you can set your watch to. We have another neighbor whos apartment smells so bad the oder wafts up, when he opens his front door. He smells fairly ripe himself. I bought the truck from his father.  Getting the smell out is proving to be an epic task

And then there are the fucking bed bugs.....

Trebuchet Font

Okay...a trebuchet its a really sexy medieval war machine. It also rolls off the tongue nicely... trebuchet go on say it out loud. But how in the hell does that translate into a font? Your keys are loaded and they fling the text up onto the screen, Voila!!!
You have been attacked by font mwahahah
What about guillotine font....? Oh the possiblities are endless.