Drunks, Crazies and Crayons

Drinking and driving, yes stupid and dangerous idea. What's even more stupid? Driving along the highway, with a warrant, driving drunk in a veh with expired tags, taking a big ole swing of the Labatt blue while passing a cop car doing excessive speeds! Reminded of the weird al song, dare to be stupid. He dared alright, he dared. Lost his freedom, lost his car, lost some dignity (if he had any left by now, might be in the red)

Sigh. Today was gonzo, just accidents left and right. I swear for the last two shifts I've done nothing but crash cars and talk to those who are off their meds more then they're on. SPCA broke into this women's house to put her bunny back in it's cage and drank her juice ... right.

Question to all the readers out there. I've been informed of this disease where you cannot ask the person a question, at all. They'll have like a panic attack if you do. Apparently we have this new frequently flyer who has it. We've asked our managers how to respond to such a caller and been told, figure it out. Hmmm can't ask anything ... at all. Pretty much go "I see you are calling police .... " And hope they figure in the blanks. I hope she doesn't get friggin robbed at gunpoint cause somehow it will bite me. Let's just say we've already accidentally sent her to the hospital twice already. Whoops! Any ideas on how you would work around that?

Oh one of our managers came by and gave us crayons though. Little confused. They won't help with the poor women we are driving slowly insane but they'll give us crayons. I missed her explanation as to why we all got some, I was too busy looking in the box. There were 4 shades of blue! And white? Really a white crayon. Why? Not being racist but why do we need a white crayon?

Sigh, this is my venting day. Damn this world is a circus.

The Fire fighter Calendar

Last year I bought a calendar from my second supervisor, supervisor plaid jacket. He's a deputy chief for the fire station out his way and so always has lot's of fundraising merchandise that comes our way. It was cool because each month showed a station from different parts in Canada, some pictures they'd have helicopters, the trucks and the firefighters and all of their equipment. It was even cool cause Supervisor Plaid Jacket was in one of them. He's been off on vacation though and I got an email from a coworker saying she was selling some too for the station. I told her I'd buy one, 15$ for a good cause, never an issue. Well she gave it to me and right away I knew something was different, especially when she said Mr. February was her favourite. Mr. February? Let's think, last calendar February was the fire dept in Banff Alberta. Opening it up I realize this was quite a different calendar and quickly shut it. Of course my coworkers laughed at me, numerous jokes were flying about how I the 'kid' was being exposed to such pictures. I didn't care about that, I only cared about one thing. I asked her seriously. "Is Supervisor Plaid Jacket in here? With a nope, I flipped it back open and yes, Mr. February is very nice. For all you dirty minded readers out there, *cough* jacks, they do have some clothes on. It did break up the night though I am not sure what to say to my father when he asks to see it this year. "Oh it's nothing out of the ordinary dad, it's just the fire fighters with all of their equipment."

Adventures of Peggy's Cove

Well it's my second day off and my Dad and I decided we would take a drive and go see Peggy's Cove. It's a beautiful spot that he spent his summers at while a boy and I make sure to visit a few times a year. The drive gave us time to talk and of course swap stories, he was a dispatcher as well, long long ago. Well it always surprises us how many people there are as we were most certainly not alone. Just coming off the main road there were lines of people trying to go in as well from the other direction. Lucky for us we nabbed one of the last parking spaces, bad for me was the women to washroom ratio, which was not in my favour, damn tour buses.


I don't know about anyone reading my blog, but after a long car ride the first stop is the restroom, well after about 15 mins I finally got one. I normally go up to the Sou Wester Restaurant for my business but this was closer. Did I ever get a surprise. This washroom was quite ... green oriented I should say. The toilets were like ... outhouses but inside and someone actually collected the ... uh ...compost as they called it. Okay, weird, I must remember to never eat locally grown food from Peggy's Cove, it just might be too familiar. There was also urine everywhere, I mean on the seat, on the floor, come on! We're women, we piss sitting down, there's a giant hole, there's no excuse! Someone’s aim was really, really bad. After choosing another stall, we went out to the rocks.


There was this bagpiper who insisted on playing that dang instrument, I can't stand the things. Just when we got away from it, someone was playing an accordion. Come on, play on the rocks, don't panhandle. Took a ton of pictures and went exploring. Unfortunately I still can't walk that far for that long so we packed it in sooner then normal. It was boiling out there, so hot I could just feel the sweat soak into my clothes, pretty nasty image eh? Lol. So we decided to get ice-cream for the ride home. We then stopped for lupper at a place called Sams. It's pretty good for low prices. Now I have Crohns which is like the anti diet, raw veggies hurt and burgers are well tolerated. That meant between a choice of a chicken Caesar wrap and soup, I had soup even though I was still hot.


Well when I began to write this it was nine, a time when my cat, Lee, get's his treat. Now he's been rubbing his head against my leg since then and it is now 9:14 (I’m not slow, multi-tasking). I better go get him his snackies before he decide my leg is his new chew toy. I gotta be careful around him because he likes the smell of my shaving lotion and he might actually take a nibble.