I find it amusing to see in car sales advertisements that it's specified that the vehicle was "lady driven".
What does that mean, actually?
I would like to point out a few things here.
1. Almost all men I know, don't say nice things about their wife/girlfriend driving. They almost always point out every little mistake she makes. In fact, most men I know, even without girlfriends or wives, will complain about women drivers. I hear things such as "We'll no wonder she didn't signal, it's a woman!" just to mention one.
2. The Boyfriend says I drive like a man. My car is a manual, transmission and steering rack. I can chirp the tires in more than one gear, if I want to. I have pretty quick reflexes and I have one of the shortest shifters possible.
3. I personally know some of my friends, which happen to be women, sometimes have problems with multitasking while driving. Such as talking, or drinking a coffee can distract them from their task at hand. This sometimes leads to turning without signals, turning or hitting the breaks unexpectedly, swerving... etc. (even though I DO NOT think that this is a problem just in women)
4. From my experience, most of my friends of the lady nature, do not know a whole lot about vehicles. They don't typically know when something is wrong with it, unless it is either visible, or audible.
That being said, what exactly does "lady driven" mean? In advertisements it seems like a ploy that the car was well maintained, driven slowly and carefully all it's life. The thing I don't understand is, why? Why would you have any reason to think that a car is going to sell better if you say in your ad, that it was driven by a lady? With my points above, I don't see how "lady driven" is a good thing!
That aside, I have recently been doing a bit more driving than I normally do for work. I have noticed that the city is slowly but surely moving north. There are more and more drivers on the road that either don't know how to drive properly, or don't care to. It's really frustrating when you have to spend a day driving and having mini-heart attacks every time some idiot cuts you off, or runs a red light, or turns into your lane when they shouldn't have (and gives you the finger because apparently you shouldn't have been in their way or something).
Some of my friends have heard me complain of my jerky.
In February I went to a scouting function and before I left, I bought two packages of beef jerky from a local butcher. I left one for The Boyfriend and I took one with me. I normally wouldn't eat the entire package but I didn't want to chance that The Boyfriend would have it all gone by time I got back so I took one with me. I didn't even tell him I left it for him. It didn't matter, as he ate the entire package by the time I got back.
Once arriving at said destination, I took a bit of jerky and was upset to find it wasn't properly labeled. It was not the flavour I had wished to purchase, so I didn't end up eating any more.
Once I returned from the weekend, I thought there might be some hope that The Boyfriend hadn't eaten the entire package as I had not told him it was specifically for him. To my non-surprise, he had of course demolished the package of jerky. Within minutes of my return, The Dog took it upon himself to open my bag and devour the contents of the package of jerky I had not eaten.
So, recapping here:
I bought two packages of jerky and only ate a very small piece myself.
The Boyfriend promised to replace it. After more than a week, I ended up caving and buying another package.
I had two pieces out of that package before it was gone as well.
Last week I got another package. On my day off we were out for a drive and I produced two bits of jerky. One for him, one for myself.
He broke his in half and announced to me that he was going to save that part for later.
20 minutes later I found him eating the part he was "saving for later". I asked him if he had any self control. He responded that when it comes to food the answer is no.
So there you have it. I literally have to hide anything that I'd like to eat, or share with the kids. That or hurry up and eat it before him.
Once there were cupcakes in the fridge, I was saving two (out of a half dozen) for the kids. He ate them. Last week his bosses wife made him a cake. I had one piece, he gave the kids two small pieces, and ate the entire rest of the cake to himself! This weekend a friend bought a cake, we all had some. There were two pieces left so she said to leave them for the kids.
He ate one.
No self control. At all!
Tonight, while watching Big Brother Canada, my daughter told me that I should have been in that house! You know it's pretty cool to think that someone thinks something of you. I asked her "Wouldn't you miss me?" to which she responded "Yes, but I would write you a letter for your HOH room".
These kids can sometimes frustrate me to the point of chain-smoking and pulling out my own hair but boy is it ever true that it's the little moments that count.
While this came up, the other daughter rhymed off all the things we could buy with the prize money. Surprisingly Iphone, Ipod, Ipad, Laptop, New Car (for her), or anything for herself actually. She mentioned a new family car and a house lol. Which is quite funny that this year's BBCAN prizes include a car (I'd sell it), a $25K home shopping spree at The Brick and $100K cash prize. I'd take the cash prize, and the cash from the car sale and buy property to build, or buy a house then furnish my house at The Brick.
I remember being pretty mad about the cash prize being so low compared to the American version ($500k), but looking at it now, I'd be okay with that. All I really want is a house to call a home. Somewhere that I can say it's mine (even one day). I'd be able to make it work with the Canadian prizes.
Unfortunately for me, I really can't see me ever getting there. Having my own little part of the world to call my very own.
I feel like time is just going by and I'm not going anywhere. I'm at a loss in what seems, every direction.
I always am trying to tell myself that there's no way but up really. I'm just making ends meet right now, so if I can't just figure out how to get more business I can finally start putting away money for that down payment. Unfortunately I cannot rely on winning the money (BBCAN or otherwise), but it seems that there is no other way right now. It's like when you're depressed you can never see the light at the end of the tunnel. That's how it also seems when you have a goal that seems completely unattainable.
Last night, I went to bed around ten as I had been tired all day I thought I'd fall asleep decently.
I tossed and turned for a good two hours before I fell asleep.
After one particular turn, The Boyfriend half rolls over and props himself up on one elbow. "W.T.F?" he says with his other hand raised in the air. I question him to which he responds with not a lick of sense about something about the slope of the driveway. I immediately start giggling at his sleep babble to which he responds something along the lines of "that was good eh?" to my continued giggling.
As I stifle my laughter, I lean over to give him a kiss. In doing so, I startle him full awake and he tells me off for scaring him.
In other not as funny news: last night dinner went well with Andie and the fam. I made an excellent vegetable udon. Unfortunately it was a vegetable udon because I forgot to put meat in it. So we ate some pistachio's for protien. We watched an old classic Milo and Otis and I think all in all, the night was good.
In horrible news: I have no internet until Friday. This past weekend was double xp for Black Ops 2 and I got screwed
In completely unrelated news: I went to a Moot last weekend and while there I visited a MEC in which I finally got to spend some of my gift card I got (two christmasses ago....). I ended up scoring a 35 litre compression sack for under thirty dollars on clearance. I'm pretty happy with my purchase. I regret not getting two.
Time runs short, I must go retrieve the children and stop mooching internet.
It's not quite that time of year just yet, but Big Brother Season is starting early! They are airing Big Brother Canada next week and I can't be more excited!
Not only do we now get two BBs a year, but one of them is Canadian which is just awesome.
I actually contemplated auditioning for BBC but there's just too much in my life that I can't give up for three months. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to go, I think I'd be perfect for BB.
My reasons to go:
1. I'm a the hottest dude you're ever going to meet.
2. A chick with balls bigger than most men out there.
3. I can out-weld, out-car repair and out-camp a good percentage of the population of both male and female along with being a mother and volunteering for multiple organizations (how many reasons is that really?)
4. I'm mostly outgoing, I love competition, and I'm a shit disturber. Everything BB is good for.
Reasons not to go:
1. I can't imagine leaving my kids for a potential of three months. Never mind the BS included with support/custody and where they would go for that time.
2. I work three jobs: one of which could be okay, another would no longer be there when I get back and the third would be someone else's job when I get back.
3. The organizations in which I volunteer for would not crumble without me, but I'm sure they wouldn't be better off.
4. The longer I spend in the house, I would likely get depressed. Which is never good for business.
I'm sure there's more reasons for and against the argument, but that's what I can think right now. I did actually sit down and think about it at the time, and decided that reason #1 against going was the deciding factor. It's just too much.
So I will be at home watching as usual. I will cheer with them, cry with them, and be angry with them. I look forward to the new season of Big Brother Canada!