IrenicEmbers

So it looks like portions of this website has been hacked into and that left me with a warm and tingly feeling inside.

O yeah that’s rage right?

It doesn’t help that I have the worse hosting company on the planet with a bunch of nimrods in tech support.

*sigh* TGIF. First week of new job completed, it’s shitty. Blaze’s sick and shat all over the place yesterday, website hacked into and I got three parking tickets from the stupid lot that I parked in. Trying to get those reversed.

Almost 11pm, just coming home from newly acquired part time job, laying on the couch.

Me: You know, we’re going to have to talk about this wedding sometime soon.

Him: Hmmhmm.

Me: I’m serious, it’s starting to get close. We’re already in February.

Him: Ok

Me: Well fine, but when September 4th comes about, we’d better just head to City Hall and do this thing.

Him: But I want a wedding, doesn’t have to be big but let’s do it right.

Me: *bashes head into wall*
He wants a wedding but isn’t lifting a finger to plan it and I am still trying to decide if changing my last name’s a good idea. I go back and forth all the time.

So it’s about quarter after eleven in the night and I just put away a helping of eggplant curry. My second of the night.

Now I’m so full I could pop and I knew … KNEW that when I was serving myself that it wasn’t a good idea.

I need to listen to the little voice inside of me instead of trying to kill it with food.

….But it was so good.

I have a weird fascination with Google Maps and maps in general. I think that stems from my grandfather, who used to put a globe in front of me and point out all these different places.

Every time I read a news article or some other blog, I go directly to Google and look up the place. This is how I found out that there’s really only one highway that goes from one end of Australia to the other.

At least that’s what the satelllite image says.

And that Alice Springs is smack in the center; I just want to go because of that fact.

From very young, my grandfather taught me that England was a small island in Europe but I still need help sometimes with Scotland and Ireland. For some reason, I think Ireland’s the one that’s attached to England.

I simply have to go one day there to get it all straightened out.

Did you know that there’s an Upper and Lower California in New Brunswick, Canada?

Yes I’m being random but that’s only because my feet are itching to travel… and no means in which to do so and it’s driving me nuts.

There’s a path that runs the length of the the town we live in which we walk Blaze on; granted not as much as I would like but I try. If Nick would only get me a muzzle for him, I would walk him more. I guess I could get it but Nick likes to take care of stuff like that and he doubts my ability to properly restrain the dog.

Anyway, the path runs about 5 to 7 miles I believe and there’s a swampy boggy area on one side and apartments, houses and a shopping center on the other side.  This is pretty much our walk.

So here are some pics I took recently: