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I think they should close the food banks and plant a wheat field on the roof. Make all those inner city kids work for their fishes and loaves.

This blog was typed in the ever elusive sarcastic font.
ju

of the Stanely Cup.
What you don't see are the parents of these players sitting on wooden benches for hundreds and hundreds if not thousands of hours at 4 and 5 am in cold arenas having gotten into the car when it is -40c in the dark spending thousands upon thousands of dollars on equipment, transportation and lodging so their little boy can achieve his dream of playing in the NHL.
No matter the outcome of the game you can't help but admire the sheer determination and sacrifice of not just the players but their families that allowed them to get to where they are right now.
It is only a game but one some have spent a life time to get to.
$7,800 for a single ticket to this game.
You might say the cold has addled our brains.
Good luck to both teams!

seems to finally be over.
It started back in September of 2010.
I was approached at a neutral location and was made an offer that sounded reasonable, we would both benefit. It sounded so simple.
It wasnt...
I was stopped in a grocery store and was offered a few gifts and all I had to do was accept delivery of a national newpaper that I wanted to read anyway.. for 6 months. At first I was a diligent reader, I was totally caught up on world events. I was knowledgable. I had interesting things to say and informed opinions.
Then I got distracted.
The paper arrived each morning at 4:50 am. I anticipated hearing it arrive then I became angry that I was woken at such an ungodly hour. I waited for the last few weeks of the contract and then I called to cancel the paper, that was March 14th.
The paper didn't stop. I called 2 weeks later to cancel it yet again. It kept coming. I checked my bank statements I wasn't being charged for it but I was woken at the same time every day by the delivery. I called again and again and again. Most people would say take the free service but I was sick and tired of being woken never mind the bulk added to the recycle I had to take out.
I called again left it for a week and called again. The people on the other end of the phone were incredulous, you stopped the paper weeks ago! then months ago.... I promise you will never get another delivery! And they still kept coming.
By now I am thinking I need to set my alarm and lay in wait for what ever twat is still coming to my house and waking me up at 4:50 am.
I called again and was promised yet again that I would never see another paper and still they kept arriving. Who knew a newspaper could be the stuff of nightmares?
Last Wed. I called yet again, explained the problem and was promised the paper wouldn't be delivered. This guy had some incredible customer service skills, he asked me if there was anything else he could do for me after he promised to stop the service. I said yes, make sure I never see another paper again!
He put me on hold for 5 mins and then came back and said "it doesn't seem you were elidgable for any promotions"
The next day, no paper. I thought nahhh it's a fluke! The following day no paper.
Can it really be possible? Can I sleep and have far less to haul out to recycle??
I has been 4 days now, no paper. I have been contacted asking if I would like it for free or X months and the poor telemarketer is lucky she escaped that call alive.
Please keep your fingers crossed the damn paper doesn't start arriving at 4:50 Monday morning.
Surfing the web for papier mache ideas just incase,
ju

Sometimes I take people for granted thinking they will be there when they get a chance to be.
Sometimes I am a fool for not realizing how important the people I assume will be there day after day really are. Sometimes I assume people I haven't heard from in a long time are long gone. Sometimes I think about people for a wide variety of reasons but never think they have the same thoughts about me.
Sometimes I am an idiot thinking I am alone wondering how these people I think about so often really are.
And sometimes I am shown that I am not alone, that others are thinking of me as I am thinking of them.
THIS time, I want to remember that sometimes is just as important as all the time.
Life is fickle, sometimes it is busy, sometimes not.
Thank you, sometimes, all the time and when we get the time.
ju

I feel like the meanest person on the planet. I know I have to give him the meds, I also know what the results will be. It has to be done for his own good but it doesn't make going through the aftermath any easier.
Right now even though the weather was fantastic and we had a great day I am not enjoying being cruel to be kind.
Just a weary mom of a kid I wish I could fix everyting for,
ju

I am so bloody sick of the rain!
Anyone that needs it is welcome to it.
Wondering where the sun went,
ju

I don't know how else to describe it. It is part boredom, part frustration part apathy. Recently I have ceased to care.
It might just be spring which is when I always have a severe case of wanderlust or it may last. Time will tell.
Peering over fences to see if the grass really is greener,
ju

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I won't be doing it, I don't do well on the elevator going up there and HATE the glass floor.
Yes, I AM afraid of heights,
ju

That is the lament I am hearing all over the place. I don't think it is slow as much as it is fragmented. There are only so many people looking for the social aspect and multiple places now to express themselves. Everyone is finding their niche, eventually there will be more to join those niches but really how can you expect the new blood engorged genitals to take in the whole social aspect when all they want to do is wank?
It is a process...
thoughtful,
ju

Sometimes I wanna copy someone's blog, word for word, and see if they notice