Am I not your God?

The other day I saw a man and a woman having a fight. A nasty ugly dirty fight where she pushed him and hit him and punched him. A little while later I saw them sitting down and talking rationally.

I don't know about you but with anyone who I felt inclined to direct physical violence against, I don't think I would be able to sit around and talk to them afterwards. I think this is because, even though I am a women, I do not hit men. Well, I can't say I never do or would, but if I did I would be fighting for something more than to get my point across. I would be fighting for my physical protection. If I had to fight like that I don't think I could sit around afterwards with someone who was going to harm me and talk to them all calm like. Wouldn't trust them I am sure. I don't think women should hit men either. Just because we are the 'weaker' sex does not mean we can throw our bodies around and abuse other people, just because if they are man enough, they won't hit us back. What purpose does it serve?

Me: I think that the red shirt is too garish.
Him: No, I like it.
Me: We aren't going out if you are wearing that. It is inappropriate for the social context we are going to be in.
Him: Well I am wearing it.
Me: I said NO (karate chop to the adams apple)
Him: Okay, okay.

Kind of absurd.

Dogs Should Not Smell

It is normal for dogs to have a bit of a dog smell when they are wet. When they are dry they should not smell. Nor should there breath smell. Dogs should not smell. If your dog smells there is something wrong with him. You are either feeding him a poor quality food (and yes, there are many high priced ones out there) or he has some kind of fungal or yeast infection. Or even bacterial but most likely fungal or yeast. Dogs do not smell in real life, unless they have rolled in things. My dogs don't smell. Any dogs I know that eat high quality food don't smell. Don't feed your dog human gargage. Buy a good dog food, one without chemical garbage or pet remains or left over pulp mill trash or feathers or indigestible parts. Research it, even a little and help your dog (or cat) live a longer healthier life. And a not smelly one.

No rice for me

Time for a picture. I decided to buy a rice cooker. I decided a rice cooker would make my life easier. I decided it would save me time and allow me to have more nutritious meals if I purchased a rice cooker. And a timer. So I went to purchase a rice cooker. I did not need one that cooked up to 20 cups of rice. I did not need one that could steam vegetables at the same time. I did want one that was not teflon. Apparently all these features are too much to ask for in one product in a mid-sized northern Canadian town. I thought I had found the only non non-stick rice cooker in London Drugs. So I bought it. Only to find out on the way to my car that it was indeed a non-stick. So I returned it. The next day I went to The Bay to look for a rice cooker with the features I desired. It was not to be. No rice cooker could I find. Instead, I found a bathing suit. An impractical bathing suit, but a new suit nontheless. Two piece. Not going to be able to do anything but float around in it. It is impossible to find a one piece bathing suit that fits me that doesn't make me look like I am twelve or is a granny suit. Yes, I could buy a speedo, but that would be foolish. I don't really need that level. Just a normal bathing suit that one wouldn't flop out of whilst in the water. Sigh

Dead

Twice I have taken a diving course. Twice I have passed. Twice I have been told I am an excellent diver. I have my open water and advanced open water. I have never dived except for these courses.

Taking these courses seemed like a good idea. I was travelling in Thailand with a friend and he was really into diving after we had gone snorkelling one time. He could not swim and didn't have the confidence to do this on his own. At this point I thought it would be fun and an interesting new experience after an effed up round about way we ended up at Koh Pha Ngan, which was not Koh Samet which is where we signed up and paid for but what the hell. Away we went.

The first day was theory, video watching, and reading. We did that. Nothing too bad until that night in bed.

Lying there, almost asleep, just about at that point where you are over the edge when suddenly I realize I am deep under the water and losing consciousness due to lack of oxygen. I come completely awake, sitting up and gasping for air. I calm down, lie down, and relax. I almost fall asleep again when there I am again, gently drifting away deep under the water, losing sonsciousness due to oxygen deprivation. Startled wide awake again. This goes on all night long. I do not sleep without this image coming into my head and jolting me awake.

The next day we started the practical course. We were out in the ocean and not to far down, working on bouyancy. I was having a bit of a hard time with my buoyancy as I kept kind of hyperventilating. The instructor grabbed me and I looked up. I realized that there were a couple tonnes of water above my head and I was relying on a man-made device to breath. I wanted up. I wanted out. The instructor ended up taking me to shore where I was bashed against the rocks and he yelled at the other divers. He then turned to me and yelled at me, "Can you DO THIS OR NOT!" What could I say? I had to meekly say yes and I got through that dive. I mastered that course, but never fully enjoyed the diving experience.

We then travelled into Malaysia and back into Thailand for passport purposes. We arrived back and signed up for the advanced open water diving course. We got to pick different courses to take. I don't remember what courses we chose except the navigating course (which I got us lost on) and the night dive.

The night dive was really hyped up. It was supposedly incredible the sea life you saw at night, with the colours using a flashlight and whatnot. I made it to the bottom of where we were supposed to meet and start before I totally lost it. It was dark, it was deep. I could breath on this man-made device but it didn't matter. I had no control over my buoyancy and it was exactly like I had started to dream death would be. The only way I could retain any control over myself was to hold onto the leg of my partner and shine my flashlight onto the sand, showing I wasn't sinking down to die. The time I was under there lasted forever. I eventually got hauled up to the surface by a master diver and little fishes bit me all over on the way up.

I have an overwhelming fear of being underwater in the dark now. Darkness under the water is like death.

Never

Can you remember the last time you had food poisoning? I can. Friday. It was a horrible horrible day. Luckily, I don't have any clue what I got it from so I am still fine to eat everything. I did have chicken the night before and it's always the chicken, but I really don't think it was. I am fairly careful about all that kind of thing, what with the microbiology degree and the whole course on food poisoning one term. I cooked the chicken thoroughly. There was no cross contamination with the vegetables (I always prepare those first, on a different cutting board always though, and have them in the steamer before I start on the meat).

When was the time before that? Well, it was a Friday about a month ago and it was from a baked potato. I don't know how and I don't know why and my mom got it too so there you go. Before that I can't think of a time except in University where we always went to this Japanese place and I had gotten food poisoning from there 5 times before I figured it out and never went back. I thought my stomach was always upset from eating tempura and not being used to deep fried things. Still, it took me five times.

But food poisoning twice in one summer, twice in basically one month? That is way too much. Especially bad this second time was that my bathroom is ripped out, gutted, gone and I am having to use the upstairs one.

Oh yeah, so in keeping with the Muss must be insanely busy at all times, we are gutting the place where I am living while I start up this business and I am in dog obedience school with my dog. Today, my first day off since sometime in June or May, I ripped up the carpet in the storage room/laundry room. Why was there carpet there? I don't know but the even better thing about the stinky always getting wet carpet was that it was glued down to the underlay. AND the underlay was glued to the floor, which appears to be cement, which, I guess was why they had to glue it. You know, because the staples wouldn't go into the concrete. So I spent a good portion of my day in a very small room scraping the floor to get as much of this crap off as I could. Fun times.

So indeed I didn't get the carpet ripped up and the walls painted. Don't even get me started on the state of the walls. No no no. Don't go there.