Monthly Archives: December 2012

Reality T.V.

Last week’s theme Thursday I didn’t have much to say about. I had a pretty standard wedding which was lovely and I love it, but nothing too crazy happened that made for a good story. This weeks topic however is right up my alley!

Reality T.V. is my I watched the highs lows of Lauren Conrad on Laguna Beach, and then on the Hills. I love to watch designers make incredible dresses out of umbrellas in one day. I get a kick out of watching Dance Mom’s fight with Abby when Maddy gets yet another solo, and I can’t stop watching Sister Wives.

My favourite, and most hated show however is the bachelor/bachelorette. It drives my husband batty. I watch every season without fail. I love it…at least in the beginning. There’s the fancy dates, and the drama that happens when you throw 16 people together to compete for the affections of one person. For some reason they are all completely smitten with whoever the Bachelor(ette). No one ever says “you seem like a nice person, but I’m just not sure that we mesh well” and leave. I don’t know if they have the experts at eharmony working for them so that everyone there is a perfet compatible match, but some how, that’s how it seems to work out.

It starts to whittle down, and things start having a more serious tone. There’s more tears than before, and people get a little more competitive, which usually leads to some more drama…LOVE it.

Once you get down to 4-6 people though, the show takes a turn for the worse. By this point everyone is “falling in love”, or can see themselves falling in love with the person. Now let’s look at this objectively…they have been dating for about four weeks, in a non-exclusive relationship. If a chick in the real world told a guy that she had been casually dating for four weeks that she was falling in love, the guy would think she was a psycho. In the land of the Bachelor(ette) this is normal, and even scripted expected.

This my friends is where I lose my shit, I have a hard time believing that any self-respecting person would do this. It drives me especially batty to see women doing this. Then once they get down to three they are all in love, and get whisked into the fantasy suite for a night of shagging. The worst lay gets sent home, and then there are two.

Once they are at two they are head over-heals in love and will be completely devastated if their undying love goes unrequited. But in the end there can only be one. Someone takes a tear filled limo ride home, and wonders how they will ever manage to love again. The chosen one either gets proposed to, or does the proposing and the girl jumps around and says yes.

The filming of the Bachelor(ette) is six weeks. Yup every season someone agrees to marry someone after six week of what can be described as casual dating at best. It’s not won the “success rate” of the show is so low.

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A Cold Wet Girly Day

Before I get into today’s story you will need a little background information. I work with 6 gentlemen with various developmental disabilities who require a higher level of behavior supports than the average person. I am one of two females on my team, and the other lady solely works the overnight shift.

At work I try not to be “the girl”. I embrace my femininity, I wear cute clothes have my hair and make-up done and use pink whenever possible. I try not to do the typical female jobs though. I’ll do my share of the meal prep, but I won’t let them assign me to meal prep every day. I can do any of the required physical interventions, and I won’t let the guys jump in and “save” me (unless someone has a good grip on my hair…then I need someone to block while I untangle myself). The guys respect me, and know how to treat me at work. It took some effort in the beginning as many of my co-workers were uncomfortable watching a girl get hit, and not jumping in.

Since I was purposeful in not being “the girl”, I hate when I do something that falls into a horrible female stereotype…like being a bad driver. Today I had to go to a training, where again I was the only female. And this is what happened when I pulled into the driveway.


It was embarrassing to say the least. All the area managers, and everyone I was training with saw this. I had to call A who signed us up for CAA and then I called for a winch. The first tow truck guy had to call for backup, so there ended up being TWO tow trucks to unstick my car.

Aside from my bruised ego everything is fine. Apparently this happens a few times every winter, they wanted a picture of what happened to send to the property manager. My car is fine, and has no damage and all it cost was a year membership to CAA. The membership ended up being a good thing because to top it off, the four-way flashers drained my battery, so I needed a jump. The only lasting effects are my cold feet. There was a really deep puddle between the office and my car, and no way around it. I had to walk through it several times, and then sit in my cold slushy shoes until lunch when I got to change my shoes.

Normally I’m a great driver-this stuff NEVER happens to me, I swear!

My reaction to the Newtown Shooting

Since I heard about yesterday’s tragedy I have a lot of thoughts roaming around in my head that I just need to get out.

This is such an unthinkable tragedy. I can’t imagine what the families who lost a child or loved one yesterday are going through. I can’t imagine what the children who survived and saw their friend, classmate or teacher die in front of their young innocent eyes are going through. It’s unimaginable to think that anyone would choose an elementary school as the place to carry out such a horrific act. This whole thing is so hard to wrap my head around.

In my opinion CNN, and any other news outlet who was interviewing the CHILDREN from the school land just one notch below the shooter in my books. It’s not enough that that the children just went through that, but let’s interview them right after the fact. They are vultures, and it’s disgusting. I refuse to watch CNN and contribute to their ratings.

The media has sensationalized the shooter, we all know his name, but who are any of the victims? I hate the way that these things are covered. Do we really need interviews from random neighbors, distant family relatives, and basically anyone with a slight connection to the shooter who is willing to get on camera to give an interview? Do we need reporters camped out in front of family members homes? Did camera crews need camera crews outside of the school 24/7? It really makes me mad.

I live I Canada, and events like this make me grateful. I have seen several Facebook statuses and tweets from people about switching to homeschooling, and while most probably won’t follow through on it, it’s still a thought that people have. I don’t have the same gut reaction that schools aren’t a safe place after this happens. If we still live in Canada in a few years when L starts school I would feel confident that he would be safe. In the past twenty years there have been six school shootings in Canada including a couple at universities. The culture around guns here is different, and I’m glad.

I have been giving L extra hugs and kisses, and been extra grateful for every moment with him. Life is short, and none of us know how much time have. Yesterday just reminds us of this, and I’m sure that we all feel this way, and have all given our kids extra hugs.