Is my blog dead?!

I do believe that it's time for my blog to enter its eternal slumber. It's been 2 weeks since the last post and I'm just not feeling it anymore. The blogging has been taken over by more up to the minute concise updates on Facebook. I'm not nearly as philosophical or funny on facebook, but who the hell really wants to read about my daily diet, my lack of dates or my errand running? Unless there is interest, this blog is now D-E-A-D.

Following a big deep breath

and a night of 12 hours of sleep, I'm ready to blog about the past weekend. It was THAT notable.

Friday night was a night of stiff drinks, great food and cackling laughing. The house was packed and people were in party mode. The beauty of a 30 year old's birthday party is that all of the guests departed by midnight. I guess that's what happens when one starts drinking at 7 pm.

Saturday morning I awoke with a minimal hangover, but a solid headache to head to the airport. The flight was fine, and the greek salad that was waiting for me was better. An afternoon nap was in order prior to the social. The social was hilarious. People in parkas, (-44 with the windchill), incredible music, great prizes and at least 450 people givin' 'er as it were. We gave 'er, raffled off prizes, including a Bull Mastiff puppy and a toilet and loaded the limo at 2:30 am.

We were still in go mode so we went to this dude's house for a few more beers prior to mom's basement. A night that ended at 7 am following Vodka shots, games of pool and chilling. When it was bedtime, I flopped onto my bed in the spare bedroom only to realize that our territorial, overweight and miserable dog pissed in my bed because I was apparently invading her space. Silly bitch. I was not in good shape, but I did manage to laugh it off.

Today, I escorted 33 grade 5 students on public transportation downtown on a field trip. Needless to say, my voice is raspy, I'm dead to the world tired and I'm hoping for another 12 hours of sleep tonight.

Blogs are for losers?!

Um, so I heard on the radio this morning that there is a recent study out from the University of Calgary regarding blog writers and how they are losers. That we live in a world of delusion and we are lonely and miserable. I have been known to feel somewhat lonely and miserable, but I wouldn't classify myself in that category regularly. I think it's a bunch of shit and I feel that this blog is my forum for kvetching, bragging and otherwise yammering.

I've got dual cold sores and I'm just THRILLED as I have 2 parties this weekend. Not only is this weekend a party weekend in Toronto for the 30th and Winnipeg for my brother's gittin' er done wedding social, there is also a dignitary joining us at school this Friday. Ken Dryden, the former Stanley Cup winning goaltender and current Liberal MP in our school's riding will speak, answer questions and likely be hounded for autographs. I've learned more about Canadian politics and the Kyoto Accord in the last two days than I had known in all of my 26 years. Ugh. 26 years.

Above you'll notice a photo. It's not of a light show that I witnessed, it's a photo of the 5 alarm call that occurred at the crack building across the street. This is why I wear earplugs and an eye mask at night. There's nothing worse than waking up to those sirens at 4 am, which is usually when the junkies are all strung out. I think I'd be considered more of a loser for wearing these apparatus at night than I would be for writing a blog.

I love being a tough broad!

Just got home from hockey and I played a great game. I didn't score or even get so much as an assist, but I have gotten the title of "Team goon". Number 29 on the other team said, "I know you're a girl, but can you please watch the shoving." I responded with, "c'mon buddy, get into the game." Maybe he was annoyed at me that I beat him in every faceoff. Loser.
I now have my entire team scoping out eligible bachelors. There were also a few post game cervezas in which the men confessed that they know many eligible women, but no men. That confirms the fact that there are 17% more women than men in Toronto. Just what I needed to hear!
It's a busy week ahead of planning, prepping and getting ready for a party weekend. You know you're someone who works for the weekend when, on Monday night, you're planning for the weekend.

Lululemon is SO out of control!

So after going out last night and sleeping on a friend's sofa until 4:30 am this morning, then coming home to sleep for just a few more hours, I awoke in a haze, determined to get to the Lululemon warehouse sale by 9:45 am. After all, it's a work day, and although I was "warned" of lineups, I was shocked and amazed by THE lineup. There were women in droves, wrapped in sleeping bags and pashminas, shivering. Ridiculous. Had I been able to spend my entire day off at the sale, I would have.

I am addicted to facebook.com and have become a little bit of a creepy stalker. I'll keep you posted on my next victim. My bro says that I go after men with a fork and knife. If only I met men to go after.

Tonight's a big night. It's my monthly dance party with friends. Last week was Karaoke and this week it's a dance party. If only I had enough outfits to be a barstar. Hmmmm, barstar at 26, that's hot. When do I transform into a cougar?

On a roll.

I've completed writing the bastards and my Internet appears to be functional. We'll wait to see how many times I have to edit the comments and most likely the grades on those report cards.

Now, I'm in planning mode for my best friend's birthday party next week and for my brother's wedding in June. Just a few more reasons to be on the computer all night long. I love the planning. I have the time, energy and the vision.

I've learned that I must ALWAYS have something/someone to look forward to. Tonight, it's the upcoming weekend and next week's party weekend of the 30th birthday party and the wedding social. I suppose I'm back into party mode. I feel confident that I've taken a long enough hiatus from that mode. My concern is the late night carb munchies, (even though I haven't been partaking in such behaviour in weeks) that comes along with drinking. I really can't be trusted.
Tonight is a couch night sans carbs. It's frozen grapes instead. Pathetic.

'tis the season for report cards

fa la la la la it sucks so bad. I would rather drink my urine, fa la la la la I hate this crap! Only teachers who write report cards feel my pain and only teachers who work at my school feel my misery. Aside from the fact that the "procedures for completion" have been changed 5 times, the program is primitive and slow and the categories that I'm grading these students on are ridiculous. Those are my two cents, and as I told my vp today, "you didn't ask for my opinion, but I gave it to you anyway, as I know you're never going to ask for feedback."
Last night I took out my frustration in the form of Greek salad and rec hockey. I got into a slight shoving match and used my vernacular like a champ. We lost terribly, but I burned off steam.
Speaking of steam, I am close to chucking this laptop, my router and my modem out the window. I KEEP losing my connection to the Internet. It's the router, I'm pretty sure. Any recommendations? You know how much I depend on my MAC daddy. Maybe I'll spend the rest of my evening on the phone with Rogers, I can't do the report cards, they're web-based.