Having been a previous supposedly die hard fan of the popular blackberry line of cell phones and as such an owner or three blackberries in a row I felt there was no other phone for me. Needless to say I loved how it felt in my hand, loved blackberry messenger and downloaded many apps.
However please note that is all in past tense. Due to the unacceptable amount of technical difficulties with my latest blackberry curve phone and the virtually impossible to use warranty program I decided to give the iPhone a try. There is no compareison in my mind between the two - texting is easier and faster, the download speeds are substantially faster and certain web pages that I thought were inaccessible on the Rogers network open effortlessly. PDF files are no problem for the iPhone whereas they were irritating at best and murderous rage inducing at worst using a blackberry. The calendar that comes as part of the basic iPhone package is extremely user friendly unlike blackberry's poor excuse for one and the available free apps blow the mind with the new iPhone. Honestly now the thought is not " I need my laptop because I can't do that on my phone" from the old blackberry days but are now " screw the laptop this bitching phone is faster"! In short you lose RIM because this mom will never go back!
The only shortcoming that kind off anoys the hell out of me with the iPhone is the autocorrect function - no I don't mean he'll when I say hell and really shut is a poor exchange for shit however at least when you really get pissed off the iPhone autocorrect doesn't tell everyone how much you hate your DUCKING phone unlike that other brand.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Christmas is just too damned Wal-martized
Christmas is just around the corner and I am barraged with a tirade of mommy please and I want I want I want - you know what I want? An anti-commercialized rendition of Christmas without all the begging, greed and looks of derision when I say screw Christmas, it sucks. I just love starting a good debate with all those idiots out there who are convinced that wasting their hard earned money buying crap the recipient doesn't want and really probably doest need uttering the age old idiom of "its the thought that counts" as if Christmas is the only time we think about the people we care about.
In saying the above its not Christmas per say that I am disagreeable with, its the Wal-martizm of the holiday that it has become that I HATE HATE HATE. Who in the name of all that is financially responsible started this trend of spending ridiculous sums of hard earned money in the name of what once was a celebration of the birth of a religious icon? I can understand wanting to show the ones you love how much you care but for facks sake even Jesus only got 3 bloody gifts!
I wish we lived in a society that wasn't so entrenched in the ideology of spend every penny you have and rack up bankruptcy levels of consumer debt to show people you care and lived more in a society of showing you care through spending time together as a family and doing something special for them. So to everyone out there to whom I do not wish merry Christmas or to whom feel shock and awe when I say to hell with Christmas its not that I don't care about you, its that I don't care for the commercialism of the holiday and would rather piss glass than bankrupt myself and force my kids further into poverty for the commercialism of the holiday!
Happy Bankruptcy to all and to all a long Poverty Stricken Year!
In saying the above its not Christmas per say that I am disagreeable with, its the Wal-martizm of the holiday that it has become that I HATE HATE HATE. Who in the name of all that is financially responsible started this trend of spending ridiculous sums of hard earned money in the name of what once was a celebration of the birth of a religious icon? I can understand wanting to show the ones you love how much you care but for facks sake even Jesus only got 3 bloody gifts!
I wish we lived in a society that wasn't so entrenched in the ideology of spend every penny you have and rack up bankruptcy levels of consumer debt to show people you care and lived more in a society of showing you care through spending time together as a family and doing something special for them. So to everyone out there to whom I do not wish merry Christmas or to whom feel shock and awe when I say to hell with Christmas its not that I don't care about you, its that I don't care for the commercialism of the holiday and would rather piss glass than bankrupt myself and force my kids further into poverty for the commercialism of the holiday!
Happy Bankruptcy to all and to all a long Poverty Stricken Year!
Hooligans in the Making
When I think back to my days of high school I often remember the various ways that certain students tried to get out of going to classes, sometimes taking the entire school down with them. The method of choice when attempting to mass vacate the school was to pull the fire alarm. It was virtually impossible to get caught given that the alarms were everywhere. After the alarm was pulled it was always mass chaos - we knew damned well that no one bothered to check the bathrooms until the firemen arrived and it was a great place to hang out in the winter and do all sorts of naughty things that we couldn't get away with otherwise. It wasn't like we were going to set off the alarms smoking in the bathrooms - they were all ready going. The greatest thrill was always getting escorted out of the bathrooms by a couple of hot firemen, definitely a thrill as a teenage girl with hormones raging.
What triggered my reminiscence is a comment that a friend on facebook left me. In our current era of paranoia and certainty that the average teenager is a psychopath hell bent on mass annihilation of his peers either by setting off explosives in our schools bathrooms or by showing up to school packing enough fire power to start and finish world war III single handedly, it seems that the schools are responding to the writing on the bathroom wall with a ridiculous amount of overkill of which I am sure we would have taken advantage of when we were young. As soon as the average teenager realizes that writing a bomb threat on a bathroom wall gets them out of school for a day as the teachers go into a complete nervous breakdown, "Oh My God Jonny Doe is going to knife us in third period and blow up the school", I am sure the cogs begin to turn and the joy of the ability to single handedly get the entire student population out of a day of classes becomes a source of great pride. The evidence of which is the mass of high schoolers that are no doubt gathered outside the school in the immediate aftermath giggling about someone getting them all a free pass for the day again. When this type of reaction to graffiti becomes a regular occurrence as is happening at St. James Collegiate and I am sure at any other number of schools in the city, it becomes a mockery of safety for the kids and undoubtedly a situation severely overblown by a paranoid faculty that is terrified of its student population.
And yet we continue to accept the school divisions spewing drivel about how safe the schools in Winnipeg are. If they are so safe, why the massive overreaction to bathroom graffiti? Or, maybe it is that the kids overall haven't turned en mass into the next Hitler or Ted Bundy but really are just as they have been for centuries, loving a free day off school granted to them by some harmless student with a slightly naughty streak in his or her personality who is bright enough to be able to manipulate the entire school faculty, and the Winnipeg Police service with a number 2 pencil? Lighten up Winnipeg!
What triggered my reminiscence is a comment that a friend on facebook left me. In our current era of paranoia and certainty that the average teenager is a psychopath hell bent on mass annihilation of his peers either by setting off explosives in our schools bathrooms or by showing up to school packing enough fire power to start and finish world war III single handedly, it seems that the schools are responding to the writing on the bathroom wall with a ridiculous amount of overkill of which I am sure we would have taken advantage of when we were young. As soon as the average teenager realizes that writing a bomb threat on a bathroom wall gets them out of school for a day as the teachers go into a complete nervous breakdown, "Oh My God Jonny Doe is going to knife us in third period and blow up the school", I am sure the cogs begin to turn and the joy of the ability to single handedly get the entire student population out of a day of classes becomes a source of great pride. The evidence of which is the mass of high schoolers that are no doubt gathered outside the school in the immediate aftermath giggling about someone getting them all a free pass for the day again. When this type of reaction to graffiti becomes a regular occurrence as is happening at St. James Collegiate and I am sure at any other number of schools in the city, it becomes a mockery of safety for the kids and undoubtedly a situation severely overblown by a paranoid faculty that is terrified of its student population.
And yet we continue to accept the school divisions spewing drivel about how safe the schools in Winnipeg are. If they are so safe, why the massive overreaction to bathroom graffiti? Or, maybe it is that the kids overall haven't turned en mass into the next Hitler or Ted Bundy but really are just as they have been for centuries, loving a free day off school granted to them by some harmless student with a slightly naughty streak in his or her personality who is bright enough to be able to manipulate the entire school faculty, and the Winnipeg Police service with a number 2 pencil? Lighten up Winnipeg!
Friday, December 10, 2010
School as a single parent
With Christmas on the horizon and tuition almost due for next semester I find myself thinking 'what the he'll am I thinking going back to school'? Wow school as a single mom Of 3 is something else. The class work is certainly not terribly difficult. I have yet to enter into a course that has been too much of a killer microeconomics aside. But really, the shear volume of work is brutal. Between my studying, my job, laundry, housework, chauffeuring my kids everywhere, swimming lessons, dance lessons, volunteering at the kids school, trying to squeeze every drop out of my seriously lacking social life that I can it's a wonder I can even get throuh one day let alone an entire school year.
However, to any single parent out there who is contemplating a return to school I say why not. As a single parent we face a set of disadvantages in life that no one else but a single parent faces or can even comprehend and the simple fact is those will exist whether or not we attempt to educate ourselves. Think about of this way; if you continue on the path you are on now, you may have or obtain stable employment that is acceptable. You may see a payraise or two. But as a single under-educated parent the best one can hope for is to be able to live paycheck to paycheck always one pay period away from homelessness. If however, you sacrifice what little free time you have, cut back everywhere you can and accept the fact of poverty for a few years - really no different than ones current reality anyways - then at least you will have something to be proud of. Children grow up just the same poor as they do rich, as long as they are healthy, taken care of and loved and the reward of giving them a goos role model of what hard work really is is worth the struggle , at least to me.
However, to any single parent out there who is contemplating a return to school I say why not. As a single parent we face a set of disadvantages in life that no one else but a single parent faces or can even comprehend and the simple fact is those will exist whether or not we attempt to educate ourselves. Think about of this way; if you continue on the path you are on now, you may have or obtain stable employment that is acceptable. You may see a payraise or two. But as a single under-educated parent the best one can hope for is to be able to live paycheck to paycheck always one pay period away from homelessness. If however, you sacrifice what little free time you have, cut back everywhere you can and accept the fact of poverty for a few years - really no different than ones current reality anyways - then at least you will have something to be proud of. Children grow up just the same poor as they do rich, as long as they are healthy, taken care of and loved and the reward of giving them a goos role model of what hard work really is is worth the struggle , at least to me.
Single moms and Friday night
Well here it is Friday night once again and I find myself at home listening to the quiet rustling of my children thankful everyone is safe and sound tucked into their beds. And yet I sit here as sleep iludes me not just a little disappointed they this is how I spend yet another Friday night.
The weekend can be a tough time for the single parent especially when you are a relatively young one. Now don't get me wrong I love my kids and would not even dream of not having them in my life, but there remains a certain jealousy of all the women in their thirties out there living it up with the freedom to come and go as they please. Mostly o just wish I could have waited a few years longer to start my family, maybe if I had I wouldn't now be living the life of a single mom.
So to all the young winnipegers out there and all single moms everywhere I lift my glass and say cheers! Have a great Friday night all.
The weekend can be a tough time for the single parent especially when you are a relatively young one. Now don't get me wrong I love my kids and would not even dream of not having them in my life, but there remains a certain jealousy of all the women in their thirties out there living it up with the freedom to come and go as they please. Mostly o just wish I could have waited a few years longer to start my family, maybe if I had I wouldn't now be living the life of a single mom.
So to all the young winnipegers out there and all single moms everywhere I lift my glass and say cheers! Have a great Friday night all.
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