You know its just not fair when you are sick on your birthday. Especially if you birthday happens to fall on Canada Day and you live off the trendiest party area of your city. There I was laying on the futon clutching kleenexes and crying in pain from the throbbing head aches the stuffed head the aching muscles and this infernal cough that I have only since recently managed to kick.

To top it off I am on my first official day of vacation today and I am still ill. Yes this is a whine session. Figured I should update this untill i think of soemthing better to blog. I need more inspiration .

So today seemed the same as any, arive to work  just before 6:30 so as not to be late. Can’t find an RF gun to scan the store. Yep pretty run of the mill day. I go up to do some adjustments to Pickists. [ for all you non superstore employees that is a list of shit thats in the store that needs to be up on the shelf] I look as my schedual just out of curiosity. I should have been off at 130 it was not 145… I figured well what ever I will just finish the hour and leave half an hour early later in the week to make up for the time. Then It happens, I hear the intercom… Bellowing over the PA is my Licence plate… My heart sank and stomach turned. I had felt nervous earlier in the day … conicedence I THINK NOT!

I go down to customer service to hear there was a hit and run , I race out the door to see my car has me SHMUCKED by a silver Caravan. Apparently what had happend was a woman on a cell phone, driving a mercedies SUV Smashed in to the van which then smashed in to my poor little saturn that I had only bought 11 days ago.  Fortunetly the damage is minimal and its just a crack side panal. I could still drive away. I am so beside myself.

You’re thinking well that isn’t that bad …. 13 days previous I was hit by a drunk driver which smashed my poor sundance to smitharines. Yes I am okay no worries there. What a stroked of rotten luck.

FUCK MY LIFE !

So another summer has passed and it feels as if it has barely begun. I know I’ve completely neglected my website. There really hasn’t been much to write about other than perhaps entries for memoirs of a superstore employee. Perhaps I shall take that project on at some point. Work has been consuming me as of late.  Its gotten so bad I dream about work and can’t get it off my mind, Not even when I want to have some cuddle time with Chris.

But that is not the point of this entry. For the past month or so I have been thinking hard on where I am going in life and what it is I am doing to get there. We started the summer with the prospect of Nutritionist school in the fall, moving from Natural Value as a part time employee to the benefit of Full time status as a CAO Administrator. Still a unionized position unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, I have yet  to decide.

So were thinking this is great ! Right ?  Going to school in the evenings working the mornings in to the early afternoon, lots of time for studying and taking care of errands or things around the house.  Well to say the least , not what I had expected at all.  I met my boyfriend of 5 months now while I was working graveyard shifts for Nat.Val.  Its crazy to think the amount of people we miss out on meeting due to graveyard scheduling.  I have no regrets for sacrificing a little social life to gain a little love life in the end. He is a wonderful man who treats me better than any man I’ve been with before. He supports me in what ever my endeavours are … well okay perhaps there a little set back every now and again but really its hard to support someone when it means you’ll see them even less than they do now. I’ve returned to day shift as mentioned previous which to say the least takes its toll on a relationship. For example I get to work at 5am see Chris until 8ish and then he goes home … I get off work at about noon or one[ ahhh yes unions we can't work more than 37 hours and week or its considered over time ... don't ask me why I'm not too sure.Its foolish to me but that's the way it is.] and he is asleep until around well perhaps 6 to 8 pm … when Im heading to bed … See where it gets tricky…

Again not the purpose of this entry but some good back ground information. I’ll keep it brief with we’ve had our ups and downs. I hate my job[ yes I know who doesn't these days get over it ] But I just don’t think its acceptable to live life hating your job. My goal out of high school was to never put myself in a position of such deep unhappiness. For both myself and the people in my life. I feel its important for relationships of any kind friend or romantic to have positive outgoing and exhilarating qualities. The dismal turn out from an atrocious work week really forced me to sit down enjoy my weekend and really think… What matters to me. Chris says I haven’t found my Muse yet. and truly he is right. I do believe the secret to my unhappiness is my inability to commit to a passion. I have allowed my parents to damper all and any ideas I have had for school or projects my entire life. Its time to stop that and think and believe in myself . So I am on the search … the search for the inner Lyndsey I had lost out of high school.  That passion that was ignited in theater and visual arts. The search for belonging and hope.

 

Recently a great majority of neighborhoods have received a blue recycling bin. I am one of the many houses who have received one as well. Personally I love it, its really convenient since there in no sorting of goods, and we keep it just out the back door so when ever I am done with a product I just nip out the back door and toss it.

Now here’s where it comes down to brass tacks. Is it really as crack up as its claimed to be.

 I’ve seen numerous bins tossed all over the road and sidewalks. Granted this is not the blue bins fault , it is the delinquents of the neighborhoods that feel its cool and rebellious to vandalize and trash the streets.  It looks sloppy and creates a lot of animosity among neighbors. The blue bin is definitely getting a bad wrap for the actions of others.

Also I have heard complaints that its encouraging “garbage picking’ Which most people seem pretty okay with accept that the “pickers” have been leaving all the rest of the recycling a mess over their yards. Again it comes down to is the blue bin creating more mess than its worth ?

So here’s where we get into the debate. Is the benefit of the blue bin greater than the detriment?

Many argue that recycling just isn’t good enough any more. We feel so proud that we have our blue bins and use them religiously. Emptying out bottles and newspapers in to them daily but the plants that the recyclables are processed thorough create even more gas emissions and have a greater impact on the environment than original production of the item.  Their argument is we should be focusing on reducing before recycling. What about that good out reuse… we don’t see many people doing that these days either.

Many resent that they have to pay for the privilege of recycling. Is it right that we now pay a fee to better the environment?

On the flip side , it is great that there is a program instigated to create ease and convenience for those who were never doing the three Rs in the first place. Its neat and clean and simple to use. As well less waste is being thrown in to our land fills . As well it allows for more made from recycled products. Which in its own way is a way to reduce. Less trees being cut down, fewer cans needing to be made from new materials, and less water bottles and milk jugs clogging up out land.

I find myself constantly looking at the products I consume and looking the labels and packaging over to see if they’re recyclable . Its amazing to see how many products we throw away every day that can be recycle. Instead of tossing that old shampoo bottle it goes in the blue bin. Same with those nasty little containers for baked goods and sandwiches.  It makes me feel good knowing that even if the impact of recycling has negative effects on the earth at least there is less going in to our lands fills and it gets me thinking about what I am consuming. Do I really need that over packaged granola bar, or cereal.

So I would like to hear from you

What are your thoughts on the blue bin?  Is it worth it or not ?

What do you think of the argument against recycling, what are ways we could reduce before recycling?

Haha My cousin jaymes used to coin that “phrase” a lot , I figured it would make a good title for this incredibly lame post I am about to publish.

So I finally just sat down and worked on a few pages here on this website. Let me know what you think, feedback is always a good thing ^_^

ALSO

I would greatly appreciate it if you could contribute some material for my tattoo and piercing page. I mean I know I am great an all but my tats and piercings get boring after a while. Perhaps I could build profiles on that pages for each of you eh eh Hows that for a bribe? Haha any hoo my knee hurts from work, and I have to be up by 2 at least to finished bakeing tarts and heading on with the day.

Goodnight world !

So in the recent event of my working graveyard shifts I have realized just how insane the population that is awake between 3am-7am really are.

Ever find yourself mindlessly chatting on some assortment of chat site and there’s always that one weirdo that choose you to talk to. You’re just minding your business surfing the net for porn and post it notes, and BLAM! all the sudden someone send you that instant message that rocks your night in to a perpetual retarded conversation that in the end means absolutely nothing ! Of course you think to yourself “Damn I want that hour … or several, of my life back”

Why do we participate in such conversations really ? Do they actually entertain us or is it that we admit were really as crazy as the rest of the midnight population. I suppose at times it can be very entertaining depending on the conversation topic. This morning in particular I was engaged in a conversation of reverse psychology. Of course my being as bored as I was… and still am , I responded starting the perpetually down pour of idiotic meaningless chatting.

I shall post the conversation for those who man be eluded by such things.  [ this may lend an idea of how bored and tired I am in the morning after work. Not one of my finer moments but it was something to post...Goodnight]

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

Defeat … my foot. I’ve simply lost interest in the conversation and I do belive my bedtime is coming up fast … I bid thee adue. Safe travels though lozer villa, and the such of the bootless superheros on your B grade list.

Wow … I need not to participate in such … Doesn’t this scream HIGHSCHOOL ?!

 

 

 

 

 

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

Tha Whaaa?

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

Nice in the house what the hell does that have to do with anything ?

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

we always fight aka, causing our IKEA furnatures to break etc.

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

and you throw shit

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

our japanese plates

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

 

our new teddy bear

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

you know how we get marry and live together

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

Where the hell did we get married?

 

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

 

What happend to the Sharks?

 

 

 

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

The jap plates?

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

yes

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

the swim over the oceans

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

to celebrate our love

Lyndsey … pushing the limits once again says:

oh how nice … well your love is going to sleep now Good night and don’t smash the china cabinet, its got all our crystal in it.

Louis Owen [. The odds dont apply to me .] says:

ok good night dearest

 

 

YEAH YOU FIGURE IT OUT …..

Dun Dun Dun….

So as you can see I have finally started to make some pages and lists and other good things for my web page. It will be a bit of a slow go for now since most of the time that I spend on my website is done at 4:30 am so I do as much as my brain will functionally let me and then I wander to bed read for a little bit and pass out.

If anyone has any Suggestions Recomendations or Requests  please shoot me your ideas ^_^ I would love some outward opinions and input to my creation.

Welcome to the page of Lyndsey.

At the moment I am feeling a bit under the weather and so I am afraid that there isn’t a terrible amount of greatness to be written about at this time. But I do promise I will return clear headed and nostril-ed, with a great vast of colour and experiences to run the imagination WILD…  *sneezes*