What is up with the world?

The thought of living in a concrete bunker a la "Blast from the Past" is becoming more and more appealing these days.

First we have Vince Li, who beheaded an innocent victim on a Greyhound bus in 2008 released on supervised excursions from the mental hospital.  I don't give two shits if he thought he was "beheading an alien"... I don't want this guy on my streets, supervised or not.

Then some whack-job cannibal in Miami freaks out and starts eating a guy's face while apparently strung out on "bath salts".  The cannibal has to be killed by police to get him to stop.

And now, back in Canada, a Canada-wide arrest warrant is out for Luka Rocco Magnotta (who has been linked to killer Karla Homolka) because he is suspected of KILLING A MAN AND THEN DISMEMBERING HIS BODY.  Then he thought for some reason, that it would be cool to mail various dismembered body parts to various Canadian political party offices.

Seriously?  What the fuck is up with people?

Best. Lecture. Ever.

In my job, I get to lecture people on a weekly almost daily basis.  I have my lecture pretty much perfected... it is an fairly equal mix of "what the eff are you doing with your life" and "let's make a plan so that you don't become the world's biggest failure".

But today... I topped all previous lectures.

The one I gave today was Oscar worthy.  Seriously - I wish there had been a camera in my office to record the spectacularness of this lecture.

I've rehashed it at least three times today with different people.

I'm still running a high five hours after the lecture that got me through a staff meeting without killing anyone.

It made me happy.

Not because I almost made someone cry.

But because I think I saw a light turn on... a very dim light... perhaps a flicker of candlelight... but a light.

This is why I do my job.

For those light bulb flickering candlelight moments.

If anyone needs me, I'll be over here working on my Oscar acceptance speech.

Ten on Tuesday

I think it's time for me to answer some of Chelsea's Ten on Tuesday questions again... Ten on Tuesday is hosted over at Roots and Rings.

1. What is your favorite Pixar movie? Have you seen all of them?
Toy Story... I liked the first and third ones the best.  When Mr. Potato Head's head is a tortilla? I laughed until I could laugh no more.

I'm kind of interested in seeing the new movie they have coming out - Brave... and only partially for the Scottish accents that will be in the movie.

2. Do you enjoy soccer?
I do... but I don't watch normal club play - I watch soccer events like World Cup and Euro Cup.  I can cheer for a bunch of "home" teams due to my multiple citizenships (Canada - if they ever make it, England, Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland)... but I seem to always have a soft spot for the Netherlands and Germany.

3. Are you musical?
My bio-dad was a band teacher, so I was in band (playing the flute) at age 7.  So yeah, I have been musical, but I didn't really like the practicing part... so now I just play the radio (that is my mom's line).

4. How many push-ups can you do?
Real ones or girlie ones?  Probably not too many.

5. Did you have braces when you were younger?
Yes - but not for long.  I used to have fangs and now I don't.  And I only had them on my top teeth.  My overbite is still there, but now you can't fit your thumb in the gap.

6. Summer or winter? Coffee or tea? Wedges or flats?
Winter... but only because I don't do heat well.  If it is a cool summer I'm all over it.
Tea... Tim Horton's XL steeped tea with three milk and three sweetener.
Flats... being almost 6' tall wedges are not in my vocabulary for a number of reasons - being freaky tall and breaking my ankles are two of the reasons.

7. Do you buy new or used cars?
My first three cars were used, but most recent two were new.  I now have a car that I'll probably have for a few years after it's paid off even!

8. Are you afraid of needles?
Nope... do I like them - meh, but I'm not afraid of them.

9. Do you get cranky when you’re tired or hungry?
Yup... and I get headaches too.  I'm fun to be around when I'm super hungry.

10. Write your newest favorite recipe.
I have been rather impressed with the simplicity of this recipe for Crockpot Chicken Tacos... and the leftovers reheat well (and considering I hate leftovers, this is a good thing!).

It Shouldn't be So Hard...

It shouldn't be so hard to find someone to compliment me.

To be the jam to my peanut butter.

Who likes some of the same stuff I do, but has their own interests.

Someone who can introduce me to new opportunities.

A guy that likes me for me... a 6' of me...

One that doesn't think of me as one of the guys because of my sense of humour.

Someone that really is independent... and doesn't just say they are.

A guy who's educated... and doesn't think I'm a snob for thinking that's important.

Someone that doesn't just want to get into my pants...

Lately I've been asked as to why I'm still single... that I seem like a great girl.

It's cause I am a great girl, and deserve a great guy.

And I'm not willing to settle.

Although the rejection is getting a little tough to deal with... I won't settle.

It wouldn't be fair to myself.

Tolerance... it's a good thing

I started writing a post about acceptance and tolerance.  I couldn't get the words right.

It boiled down to this:

You can have your beliefs.  If you think marriage should be between a man and a woman, go nuts.  Believe what you want to believe.

But stop forcing your beliefs on everyone else because you think they're right.

Because they're only right for you.

You see, a belief, by definition is something that one accepts as true or real; a firmly held opinion or conviction.

Notice that the definition that states "that one accepts".  It doesn't say that all accept.

So, why keep forcing "your" beliefs down other people's throats (I'm looking at you North Carolina, Mitt Romney and Bristol Palin)?

Believe what you want, and allow others the same courtesy.

Tolerance... it's a good thing.

The Eeyore Complex

I seem to have a lot of Eeyores in my life.

You know the type... everything is "why me", and "I don't like change" and "I'm never going to be happy".

They drag you down... they whine, they snivel, they make everything blah.

Their favorite lines go something like "good guys always finish last", "I don't think I'll ever get it. FML", and "my life sucks".

Gloomy.  Depressing.

I have a message to the all the Eeyores out there...

Change happens.  Embrace it.  Learn from it.  Enjoy it. 

Deal with it.

Grow up.  Accept responsibility.  Stop sabotaging your life.

Be upset, but don't let circumstances become you.

Because holy hell, you Eeyore people sure know how to wreck everyone's day with your eeyore-ness.

Mind Blown: How I Met Your Mother Edition

I totally knew about David Burka, but not the rest!