Easily Amused...
Ukulele practice is going along well, I think. It's hard to gauge when you don't have an instructor telling you if you're doing things correctly or not. I can't play a song yet, short of little tunes I make up on the fly. Maybe I should be giving that more credit than I am. Still, I'm a ways away from being able to play any heavy metal on it.
Work was stressful again. However, I think things are on the up and up now and that's a relief. *knocks on wood*
My drive to work this morning was crazy! People are so goddamn impatient. I scoot down Pembina Hwy which is 3 lanes. I'm normally in the center lane. Not one, not two, but THREE vehicles nearly hit me this morning! Why? Because people get incredibly impatient waiting behind cars that are trying to turn. Instead of doing the sensible thing and turning on their blinker and waiting to merge, these assholes just veered off into oncoming traffic, namely me. The craziest part was that the last 2 people that almost hit me were back-to-back. So the douchebag veered into me and almost took me out at the front while the cunt behind him also veered out and almost hit me from the side even though I was in her line of vision had she been looking. What. the. fuck. Someone or something was looking out for me this morning, I swear. I slammed my brakes on so hard that the tires squealed. The douchebag and I were no more than about 4 inches away from one another and he had turned very fast. The velocity of hammering on my brakes so hard rattled the scooter and I almost wiped out from that, while the cunt was almost hitting me from the side. It all happened so quickly and I started shaking when I got to work and parked. Winnipeg drivers are fucking insane! It's an inconvenience if you hit another car and you have to exchange information. Sure, you'll be a bit late to work. If you're driving like a maniac, chances are you're already bordering on being late. But if you hit someone on two wheels, you could paralyze or kill them. Then you and several other people will be VERY late for work and I'll either be lying on the payment waiting for an ambulance or fucking dead, never getting to see Andrew and my fur-babies ever again.
I dream of Amsterdam so much these days. I'm in love with my little tour guide I got from Lonely Planet. It's helping me to narrow down things that I definitely want to see from things I couldn't care less about. Honestly, going to the Rembrandt Museum is not on my list. I realize it's a big tourist destination, but I don't care. I'd much rather go to the Medieval Torture Device Museum (yes, they have one!) and hang out at an old bookstore. I really had my heart set on staying at a hostel called Cocomama which used to be a brothel. However, I did the calculations for the cost and for 6 nights it would be $960 Canadian for a private room...at a hostel! Ummm...not sure about that. A local boutique owner told me about this site called Airbnb. She and her husband used that site and stayed at someone's apartment when they went to Portland. So I checked it out and it would be significantly cheaper. I could rent out a room from someone's apartment or house, thus I'd be staying with someone who lives in the city and could help me with finding my way around. I'd also have access to a kitchen to make my own meals to save on costs. On the other hand, I might wake up with less organs or sold into sex slavery...KIDDING! I doubt that would happen.
Work was stressful again. However, I think things are on the up and up now and that's a relief. *knocks on wood*
My drive to work this morning was crazy! People are so goddamn impatient. I scoot down Pembina Hwy which is 3 lanes. I'm normally in the center lane. Not one, not two, but THREE vehicles nearly hit me this morning! Why? Because people get incredibly impatient waiting behind cars that are trying to turn. Instead of doing the sensible thing and turning on their blinker and waiting to merge, these assholes just veered off into oncoming traffic, namely me. The craziest part was that the last 2 people that almost hit me were back-to-back. So the douchebag veered into me and almost took me out at the front while the cunt behind him also veered out and almost hit me from the side even though I was in her line of vision had she been looking. What. the. fuck. Someone or something was looking out for me this morning, I swear. I slammed my brakes on so hard that the tires squealed. The douchebag and I were no more than about 4 inches away from one another and he had turned very fast. The velocity of hammering on my brakes so hard rattled the scooter and I almost wiped out from that, while the cunt was almost hitting me from the side. It all happened so quickly and I started shaking when I got to work and parked. Winnipeg drivers are fucking insane! It's an inconvenience if you hit another car and you have to exchange information. Sure, you'll be a bit late to work. If you're driving like a maniac, chances are you're already bordering on being late. But if you hit someone on two wheels, you could paralyze or kill them. Then you and several other people will be VERY late for work and I'll either be lying on the payment waiting for an ambulance or fucking dead, never getting to see Andrew and my fur-babies ever again.
I dream of Amsterdam so much these days. I'm in love with my little tour guide I got from Lonely Planet. It's helping me to narrow down things that I definitely want to see from things I couldn't care less about. Honestly, going to the Rembrandt Museum is not on my list. I realize it's a big tourist destination, but I don't care. I'd much rather go to the Medieval Torture Device Museum (yes, they have one!) and hang out at an old bookstore. I really had my heart set on staying at a hostel called Cocomama which used to be a brothel. However, I did the calculations for the cost and for 6 nights it would be $960 Canadian for a private room...at a hostel! Ummm...not sure about that. A local boutique owner told me about this site called Airbnb. She and her husband used that site and stayed at someone's apartment when they went to Portland. So I checked it out and it would be significantly cheaper. I could rent out a room from someone's apartment or house, thus I'd be staying with someone who lives in the city and could help me with finding my way around. I'd also have access to a kitchen to make my own meals to save on costs. On the other hand, I might wake up with less organs or sold into sex slavery...KIDDING! I doubt that would happen.