Hockey haps.

Heehee, I was just thinking about the “Spam” song from Monty Python. You could say “Blog” to the same tune. Gosh, I’m silly.

I played hockey twice yesterday and once today — and I have an exhibition game tonight. 🙂 I love hockey. I realized that I’m not even getting sore even though I’m playing more hockey. I guess that’s good because that means I’m toning my muscles now instead of developing them.

I’m kinda nervous about the exhibition game tonight with the Bandits. I’ve never been a backup goalie before so I’m not sure how it’s going to work. I’m thinking that maybe the other goalie and I will split the game. That would be fine with me. I just hope I play better than I did last night.

Last night I went into the game (with the Rec team that I’m on) with the feeling that I wasn’t going to do so good. Maybe it was my pessimism that got to me but I DID try. I let in 2 crappy goals, and one good one. What’s worse is that the other team didn’t have a goalie and we won 4-3. They were playing with 3 forwards, 3 defense and no goalie. Even when they told me that before the game I still felt like I wasn’t going to be on my game.

Like I said, hopefully I do better tonight.

TGIF!

Can you say TGIF?? Okay, I don’t have a job, and it’s not the end of the work week for me, but I can still be glad it’s Friday!! My sweetie will be with me for the next 3 days! (It’s a 3 day weekend in Canada.)

We’re going to a family dinner thingy tomorrow. Speaking of food…I’m starved right now. I’ll eat in a minute…but then I’ll forget that I said that and it’ll end up being a half hour or hour until I actually get food in my stomach.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow…sort of. I mean, I want to see the family and I usually have fun when I do, but we’re broke as hell right now. That sucks. The dinner is at a restaurant about an hour away from where we live so I gotta find a way to pay for our dinner and buy a tank of gas. Argh. It wouldn’t be so bad but we’ve had to catch up on a huge bill recently, so that puts a damper on our fun.

But, overall, I’m glad a three day weekend is here and I get to spend it with my new family!

It’s fall!

Yesterday I was driving down the highway on my way back home and I saw the colors of autumn. I was driving up a long hill and there were trees on either side of the hill and they were a beautiful mix of red, gold, and green.

It made me stop and think that I need to not be stressed out about the little things in life. Or at least stop making the little things into big things.

Nature must be a great anti-stress drug.

On a completely different note, the best search engine is Google.

(Author’s note: during reposting this article from lost archives, I opted to keep the link from the WayBack Machine.)

Addicted.

Damn, I am sooooo addicted to Diablo II. Well, it’s not as bad as it used to be but I’m still pretty addicted. At least now I don’t see blue and white Diablo text when I close my eyes, or a rapidly depleting life orb. I haven’t played it yet today…no wait, I did this morning. See how it all blends together? I can’t even make sense anymore.

I’m still working on immigrating to Canada and I’ve run into a few snafus recently. Yes, that’s a technical term. Apparently I was given the wrong information for getting my state clearances from Michigan and Colorado. So now that I’ve spent a few more bucks on fingerprints and postage, I’m set to wait another month to get them back. Ugh.

I still have to schedule an appointment for a medical exam too. And why the hell do I have to bring 50mm x 70mm passport photos to a medical exam? That’s just silly.

Talk shows or freak shows?

Talk shows should be called “circus shows” or “freak shows”. What intelligent person in their right mind would go on TV so they could yell at someone? Half the time they’re uneducated and emotionally unstable, I’m sure they don’t need to go on a talk show to make their life better.

What’s worse are the talk show hosts who are bringing these people up on stage and exploiting them. The guy that slept with his best friend’s girlfriend, or the KKK member that insists on saying every racial slur in the book, or the girl that doesn’t know which boy is the father…these are things that happen every day. *I* know they shouldn’t be happening, *you* know it shouldn’t happen, but these talk-show hosts are practically encouraging people into these kinds of behaviors.

There is one talk show that actually seems to try to help the people that come on the show, but it’s still a form of encouragment. Hey, if you’re a fuck-up, or you know someone who is, call this number and you can be on our show!

My landlord is an ass.

My landlord is an ass.

Okay, so I’m not from Canada, I don’t have much body fat, and I must have poor circulation. I’m inside the apartment all friggin day because I can’t get a job yet (I don’t have work visa.) and I’m freezing my ass off.

I called the landlord and he mumbled something about not having it turned on yet and he would send someone over. That was two days ago. I’m wearing two layers of clothes and I have a glove on my mousing hand. Pathetic.
posted by Angela R 5:48 PM

Ahh, it’s Thursday. I was supposed to go to my grandmother-in-law’s place today to work on her computer, but she’s not feeling well today. I guess I’ll go next week.

I was browsing through my links and saw a site I hadn’t been to in a while, The Misanthropic Bitch, so I took a look at it. I forgot how funny it is. I love sarcastic humor. I agree with a lot of what she says, and I hate it when people beat around the bush about what they want to say, but feel they can’t because they might step on some toes. Just say it like it is!

A beginning.

Well, this is the start of my “blog”. I’m new to this…well, kind of. I’ve had a “My Thoughts” section on my website ever since I started it but didn’t even realize that it could be a blog! I even restructured it a few weeks ago because it was kind of a pain in the butt to enter it the way it was. But now, thanks to the bwg at vanderwoning.com, I’ve found a useful tool.

I’ll have to be sure to thank him, but first I want to get this looking halfway decent.

New blog!

Woohoo! I think I’ve got it now. 🙂 Yay, this is so cool. Now that I’ve got this working, I just hope it holds my interest. I started the “My Thoughts” section and I thought it was pretty neat, but since I don’t really know HTML all that well, much less JavaScript or anything like that, it was a pain in the batootie to update them every day and archive my thoughts. Ugh.

So now it’s automatic using Blogger.com.

Now I’m off to send an e-mail to the bwg!
posted by Angela R 11:51 AM

testing link
posted by Angela R 11:27 AM

This is a test of the changes I made to the template.
posted by Angela R 11:10 AM

Life is an incredible thing.

Life is an incredible thing. Just recently I’ve been faced with a loss in my family, as well as seeing the evidences of others’ grief over lost loved ones.

Sometimes I think it’s harder on those who are still living. Which of cours leads me to wonder what actually happens to the soul when you die.

I’ve been doing a lot of spiritual soul-searching recently. I’ve been focusing on Christianity, I suppose because I was brought up to believe that Christianity is the “right” religion. But I’m still not sure. I have doubts. How can you believe the figurative and age-old Bible? I’m a person who sees things logically and realistically, I have to be literally shown something before I can believe it.

I’ve been reading the Left Behind series lately and now I’m on book 4, Apollyon. It’s very interesting reading and it’s one of the things that has prompted me to find out more about the afterlife, if there is one.

I have many questions to ask. How can we know Jesus was who he said he was? If the way to be “saved” is to believe in Jesus, then what happened to those who lived *before* the New Testament?

There’s another book by one of the Left Behind series authors’ (Tim Lahaye) called “Jesus, Who Is He?” that I *started* to read. I thought it was going to be a little more objective and unbiased than it was, but the author made me feel so *bad* about being skeptic, I felt I had to put it down. I can’t help I think the way I do.