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(((((Shaman)))))

A little bit o' this, a little bit o' that.

I gave somebody a piece of my mind today. Ok, yeah, I don't have much left to give, it's true. And perhaps it wasn't like I tore a strip off somebody, but I think the lessons from the book I'd referenced earlier (The one that says you have a right to change your mind, etc.) are starting to pay off. I stayed in New Brunswick last night and didn't get much sleep. On the drive home I hit a road block. The road block was put up by the local truckers and they were slowing traffic down to get signatures for their petition for lower gas prices. (peaking at about $1.40 a litre these days.) I'm tired and I wanna go home. The last thing I want to do is wait 15 minutes in traffic in the middle of a hundred series highway for a bunch of truckers to let me through. While sitting in the line I was thinking about all the things I wanted to say to them. Being the "good girl" that I am, I never dreamed of actually doing it. But then I thought. Why the hell not? It's not like I need to be rude. It's not like I'll piss these people off and they won't like me ever again. It's not like I'll ever even see them again! Why the hell not! So when it was my turn, I pulled up to the guy with the petition. He held it out... looked at me... and took it back. I must have looked like I was going to bite his hand off. "Don't you think," I said, being totally fed up, "that it would be a better idea to tick the government off rather than to tick off the people whom you would like to to sign your petition?" He looked at me and gave me an apologetic smile. (Luckily he was a kind of cute trucker) "We're doing this for you" he said. "Having me sit in traffic, moving at a crawl with my engine idling for 15 minutes does not help me in the least". I said, but I put my hand out and signed his petition. I *do* want lower gas prices. I don't want to wait in line because somebody's holding me hostage because of it.

Ok, it's not much. But it's a start! Yay me! Don't mess with me - I'm trouble, I tell ya!

I think I want to get a motorcycle. I kinda always thought it would be neat to have a motorcycle, but it's never been a life long dream of mine. But lately, particularly with gas prices the way they are, I've been thinking about it more and more. I want something like this. Can't you just see me on something like that? Now, certainly I don't know if that's exactly what I want. I'm not a big bike person. I know I like Kawasaki and I know I like the rice rocket style and I know I want something with a smaller engine. Over and above that, I don't much have a clue. Dick would know, but when I told him he said we can't afford a new truck and a bike. I said maybe he can't, but I can. ***Big shit eating smile*** This, you know, is enough to make me want to get one all the more.

The other day I was listening to a re-run from CBC and it was this guy who was upset with the way sounds have become so processed lately. His argument was that, listening to anything these days, there was so much tweaking and fiddling and such that everything was TOO perfect. That music and sound and all audible life was becoming like the aural version of MacDonalds. Yanno what? I'm sick and tired of people telling me that life has become "too much". That there's too much refined food. That we are insulated from the real world by this that or the other. That we're all living in a bubble that is keeping us from experiencing life. Yanno what? THIS IS LIFE AND I'M EXPERIENCING IT. Take your complaint about refined noise and stick it where the sun don't shine. Ok? Thanks.

Ok, the kid's home from school and I need to hug her. I'll be back, because I have more...