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The Student Life.

Happy Friyay!!!

I am not sure if I mentioned it in an earlier post, which I am sure I did, I took a teacher’s assistant/aide course this year.  I took this online course because I thought it would be a good idea at the time and that eventually I would find a job at a local school and have the same hours and holidays as my daughter.  It really was genius.  Why didn’t I think of this before I wasted 5 grand on medical transcription?  Because I thought being an MT was the right choice at the time.

So here is the deal…

Before I had my daughter, I went to college for web/graphic design.  I absolutely loved it.  I thrived in this program and I had such big dreams.  But after I had my daughter, I ended up moving out of the city and now, where we currently reside, there is nothing here.  Yes, I know there is such thing as online and the internet.  Here is the shittiest part, the laptop that I had with all my designs and what not, yeah, that shit the bed, and dumb ass me did not have an external hard drive to save that shit, so I had no portfolio to provide clients and companies with.  Fuck me, right?  I mean, yes, I could probably do some samples up and make a page for it right here.  Hell, that might not be that bad of an idea.  Anyways, but I hope you see what I was getting at.  I did do some work for this group of friends down from the states for their web show but that did not go far and somehow lost touch.  (I am not a Facebook person and do not have an account.)  I also did a few pieces of work for a friend down in Ohio (I believe) for his band and one of my designs ended up on t-shirts and that was such an amazing feeling.  Since, the band broke up and went separate ways.

Okay, before we go any further, yes I do photography.  I never went to school for it, it just came naturally to me.  I could make money off of it also but if you think about it, there are SO many photographers out there as it is and it is a huge competition, especially even where I live.  Plus, I don’t do like kids portraits or family portraits, weddings, etc.  Not my forte.  If I could, which again I know I can, I would take my best shots, put them on canvases of different sizes and sell them or display them at a gallery.  Oh, the dream.  It is a bit harder to also have this dream in my region.  Maybe I will look into it eventually.

Back in 2015, I decided to take a medical transcription course.  It was an online course and VERY time consuming and difficult at times.  I enjoyed it because I found it to be very challenging and I am always up for a challenge.  Plus, what could be better than being a independent contractor and working from home?  And I knew I would kick ass because I am tech savvy, so I know computers and programs quite well.   The nerd in me comes out.  And my typing skills are undeniably amazing.  Not to brag but this cat can type up to 70 wpm minimum.  About halfwayish through my course, I ended up being diagnosed with cancer, and survived a pulmonary embolism.  I finished my practicum and course on time and graduated with honours.  I applied right away after I was done with an online company.  I was pretty stoked.  All was well at the beginning and I was getting to know the doctors voices, their standards, yadda yadda yadda.  But the real shitty thing was that they paid only like a dollar per audio minute and apparently I was not meeting quota.  I was confused as I was taught quality over quantity but I guess that was not what they really wanted.  So, after 3 months and only making just a little over 600$, I fucking quit.  And to find any on-site work in my area is nil.  So, fuck it.  Waste of 5 fucking grand.  Unless I move, which won’t be happening anytime soon.

Now, this past year, April, after much thought, I decided, “HEY!!!  Why not taking a teaching assistant course online and get a job at one of the schools and get the same hours and holidays as my kid???  Great idea!!!!  Let’s DO IT!!!!!”  So I did.  It only is costing me 49 dollars a month, so definitely cannot complain.  Good course, lots of reading….let me rephrase that….TONS of reading but overall decent course.  I wish it was not so based on American education system, laws, etc.  But, whatever, not the end of the world.  I took my sweet time with the course but just finally finished it like a few days back when I finished the final project for the program and sent it off for marking.

So, it is the end of the week and I am still waiting for it to be marked.  I should also mention the project was fucking stupid and I mean, REALLY stupid.  They asked for a 500-800 word essay, which I did not mind but the subject of it was ridiculous.  They wanted me to write about paraprofessionals aka teacher’s aides in my current state and what are the requirements and is there further education and training needed, and whatever else.  I do not live in the US, so I improvised and still made it work.  But you would think the essay would be about what you have learned throughout the course and why have you chose this specific profession but NOOOOOO.  I am hoping this essay will be marked next week and I can move on.  The shitty thing is, in my area, HIGH fucking competition for this job also.  Because all the mums here want to help at the fucking schools.  Seriously, kill me now.  So, as you can guess, there are currently no job openings for teacher’s aide in my region.  A big FUCK YOU to that.

I do volunteer at my daughters school, more so her class, whenever I get a chance to just so I can add that to my resume if there happens to be an opening.  I am also currently volunteering twice to three times a week at our local library in hopes to also get a job there.  The library is my most favourite place to be and I would do anything to work there.  I would like to eventually, no judgements, go back and get my library technician or become a librarian.  Which I could be doing right now but someone said no, so.  I would be super crushed, if when a position becomes available at the library, that why hire someone else instead of me, especially when I have put so much of my own time into helping them out.  But I guess we will see what happens.

I might have mentioned that I wanted to write a book.  I started.  I got a page but I am not feeling it.  I don’t think it shows me.  I think my blogs show me more, so maybe that should be put back on the back burner.

That is my rant for today.  I regret not going straight to university after high school.  The economy here fucking sucks dick.  And apparently, I shouldn’t be putting anymore money into education for yours truly.  Fuck.  Whatever.

Hope y’all have a great weekend.  Stay warm.  Stay safe.  Thank you for listening.  And, please, feel free to comment if you ever like, I will reply back.

Xoxo,

Cheers,

CountryCatGal

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Decorations Galore

So, it is about that time of year again, can you guess what time that is? If you said Christmas, you got that right. No secret there. I personally like to call it Yule or Yuletide (it’s a European thing).

So, I am currently hanging up some decorations in my home and dealing with beads. Not just any beads but 100 feet of beads. They are green and very pretty. I also have them in gold and red. I have had lights up and our mini 3 foot tree up for a few weeks now. Please, no judging, I have a 5 year old and where we live, Thanksgiving was back in October.

Anyways…

I hung up some garland from the ceiling last night, which I could totally still adjust, as it seems off to me. Plus Jody asked me to put some silver garland up in her room. Okay, back to the beads though. So all together, I have 300 feet of fucking beads. I have this one spot between my living room and kitchen where I usually hang the red ones but I decided to do something a little different this year. I first did the gold but after I decided to take it down and do the green instead and possibly the red. But man oh man, I forgot how time consuming this can be. Not enough that we pretty much had a blizzard yesterday and I still need to go out eventually here and do some shoveling, but these beads can literally go to hell.

I know, I know, you are all asking yourselves, “well why the fuck are you doing it then?” You want to know why? Because once I am done, it looks fucking sweet. Plus it is worth it in the end and it is always the discussion of the house when we have visitors. And if I ever need to vent and let off some steam, well shit, that’s why I have y’all to bitch about it to regardless of who reads this or not.

When do you start decorating for the holidays? Do you go all out like some of those extreme folk and spend thousands on lights and shit? How much time do you put in? Do you do it all in one day or divide it throughout a certain time? I am only asking out of curiosity.

But I should get back to it so, talk soon.

Xoxo,

Cheers,

CountryCatGal

 

P.S. I present to you the famous beads.

When Things Just Don’t Go Your Way

Has it ever happened to you that something just does not go your way?  Yeah, same.  Sometimes it seems like it happens more than just once or twice in a week.

Radek (husband) has developed a huge interest and love for PCs aka desktops, personal computers, whatever you want to call them.  And now he is at the point where he can build them.  He built our current one that we have.  It is custom built and glorious.  He recently purchased parts to build another one.  Everything came in and once he got home from work, right after dinner, he started working on it.  Well, about 4 hours later, he plugged everything in, monitor, keyboard, mouse, etc., and there were set back and problems.

First, it did not want to turn on which was strange as the green light on the motherboard indicated that the main switch was on and it was ready to go.  The fans started up as he pressed the power button but stopped shortly after.  Then he was testing out the SATA cables and ports and after a few tries, we finally had success and the computer started.  He took it right away to the BIOS screen and there turned out to be another problem.  Yes, just our luck.  The SATA ports on the motherboard kept saying empty, so in tech talk, that means that the motherboard was not recognizing the hard drives.  Major bummer.  He thought it was the cables again and even ended up buying new SATA cables and all over again, the same thing.  Empty.  No recognition of hard drives.

At this point, we knew it was something else rather than just the cables.  It had to be faulty SATA ports on the motherboard itself.  Major fucking bummer.  But on the other hand, the motherboard is packed up with a new label to be sent back for a refund and he ended up ordering a new motherboard with a new power supply because “they were both really good deals, especially that power supply.”  Men and their toys.  I will leave him to it.

So in the end, all that excitement for nothing.  This has happened before with our first computer when we first got it.  We ordered everything through NCIX, which is a great place for all your tech needs, and they first assembled our computer there, we just picked the parts.  When it came in finally, we got all fucking stoked and all, and on start up, it would take it straight to the BIOS screen and just something was not right, so we had to send it back.  I do not remember exactly what the issue was then but it was very disappointing.

Have you ever been excited about something and in the end it was a let down?  Doesn’t have to be materialistic, maybe yours is about someone who was coming to visit and never did or wasn’t able to make it last minute?  Maybe the food you ordered at a new restaurant seemed liked a good idea and in the end it was not?

If you have anything similar to share, please do, I would love to hear your story.

Thank you for listening to mine.

Happy Hump Day!

 

Xoxo,

Cheers,

CountryCatGal

Phone Call, Text, Email, or Nothing?

Hi, good morning to whoever reads my blogs.  It’s been a while, I had major writer’s block for a while there, but have no fear because I am back!  Well, I never really left but you get the point.

So let’s jump right into this.

Communication has changed a lot from the 80’s and 90’s to today.  Before all we had was landlines.  Now, we have email, messengers, texting, and some of us, like me, still use and have a landline.  For a lot of people, it is definitely much easier these days to text or email people rather than calling.  I personally prefer email and texting myself.

ANYWAYS,

This past weekend, Saturday specifically, it was my step-father’s birthday.  I knew I had a busy day ahead of me and was unsure if I did have time to call (which I didn’t really think about) so I sent him a text message wishing him a good day and birthday with a few emojis.  Well, I woke up this Monday morning to a text message from my mum saying, “I am very disappointed, that you didn’t call Mark on his birthday, that’s not nice.”  I responded back, blurry-eyed from seconds of waking up, saying I did text him knowing I had a busy day and it’s not like I forgot and I still did send him birthday wishes.  I even screenshotted the message just so I had proof I did.

Call or no call, I still used a form of communication to say something, right?  He never acknowledged my text and it’s not like he ever went out of his way EVER to call me on my birthday’s, but you don’t see me getting upset.

I guess birthdays are really important to some people.

What if I lived across the ocean in South Africa and say long distance overseas is super pricey and all I could do is use a texting app or email to send a birthday message, would that still not be okay?

We can’t get upset at others because of what way they choose to communicate, or even if they choose not to communicate.  It’s not fair to anyone and causes problems later on because now, I am completely thrown off and honestly, I don’t think I did anything wrong.

This is not the first time something like this has happened.  I don’t exactly remember how long ago, but maybe a couple of years back or so, I ended up sending my mum a birthday text or something, and holy fuck, did that ever get thrown out of proportion and was made into such a huge deal all because I chose to text and not call.

Has anyone else had this happen to them before?

Shouldn’t it be the thought that counts regardless how you get the message?

Isn’t a text or email better than nothing?  I would think and really hope.

So that is where my brain is today.

I am not a materialistic person and to me, birthday’s are a thing of the past.  Yes, they were fun and exciting when I was 21 but I am 31, almost 32, I have a child, a husband, a homestead, school, and my own career to think and worry about.  When my birthday rolls around, I do not care if people call me or not, text me or not, or email or not.  But even if someone chooses to write a simple text saying, “Happy Birthday!”, then great, thank you, I appreciate the few seconds it took you to type and send a quick text saying so and then move on with my life.

Okay, well I am out for now.

Hello November!   Hope you all remembered to put your clocks back an hour.

Xoxo,

Cheers,

CountryCatGal

Baffled.

To whomever reads my blogs,

Question. I am always baffled when it comes to thinking of titles for my blogs. Any advice? Thank you ahead of time.

Today Jody starts her new level of swimming lessons and is pumped. Turns out also great for us that after swimming is done, there is a parent/tot swim for an hour after and after that there is a public swim for 2 hours. By the end of summer this kid will be a freaking mermaid.

Lately though I feel a bit lost, overwhelmed, I don’t know. Everything all at once. Over a week ago, I told myself that I would wake up at 6AM every day….yeah…not so much. I should change that to maybe 6:30 as it doesn’t seem so drastic as 6.

I have been slacking with my school/course, whatever you want to call it. Good thing there really is no time line to follow but I should get my ass into gear. But it’s fucking summer and I want to do other things.

You know, I never understand how women with more than one kid do shit. Actually, do anything. I have it pretty good with mine but with all these other things and projects and what not I have going, it’s quite the balance of things that seems to be unbalanced.

My post is all over the place, so my apologies.

Before I forget, I am considering of writing a book. I cannot decide what kind of book but I want it to be a bit different than what is out there already which makes it that much harder. So I am very open to any ideas or opinions or anything else for that matter.

10:01AM here and this cat has to run.

Happy Monday Bloggers!!!

Xoxo,

Cheers,

CountryCatGal

It’s Been A While.

It’s been a while since my last blog.  I almost feel like I lost myself there for a while.  Overwhelmed?  Maybe.  Busy?  Always.  But it is definitely time to get back on track.

Alright, so the past couple of months have been eventful-ish.  I had an oncologist appointment back in May, which went very well.  I also had an appointment with my gynecologist, which also went well.  Jody “graduated” from preschool and also passed her swimming lessons.  I also had surgery a couple of weeks back and had a couple of long weekend visitors for the Canada Day long weekend.  I will admit though, I have been slacking with my schooling, and now I am kicking my ass to get back into that groove also.  I have so much reading to do, it is not even a joke.

So, here we are in July; almost mid-July…CRAZY SHIT!!!  Where is the time going?  Anyways.  Weather wise, it has been super lovely and great.  Some days did get a bit hot but this Mama got a mad tan going.  Last year I was not able to enjoy the outdoors as much, but we will get into that at a another time.

So yes, Jody had a preschool “graduation”, it was super cute.  That day I made a quick stop at a friends place to drop off an item for her and on the way to town, Jody got a bit of motion sickness.  At first, I thought it was something she ate but when I recalled the last 24 hours, it didn’t make sense until I saw that she was looking at a book while I was driving.  Luckily, I am always prepared and keep a garbage (really a small bucket) on the floor in the backseat incase of anything, like this, happening.  I handed it to her but nothing happened.  Once we reached the school and she got out and stood up and got some fresh air, her tummy subsided and by the time we went in she was fine.

There was pictures, food, beverages, etc.  Your typical gathering.  Nothing too fancy as it’s a small area.  I am very happy she had a wonderful experience this past year and even more so happy that she is super pumped for kindergarten in the fall.  Actually, just the other day I ordered her a new and much larger backpack and she just loves it.  Well done Mama, well done.

I guess it is about the time now I discuss and explain the surgery I had a couple of weeks back.  It was a simple procedure, only day surgery.  Okay, Okay.  I had a laparoscopic bilateral salpingectomy done.  Whomever is reading this is probably thinking, “holy fuck, what a mouthful.”  In simpler terms, I had both of my fallopian tubes removed completely.  Not partially, but the whole damn thing.  They got evicted.  This is why I saw my gyno back in May.  I am not a birth control sort of person especially when it fucks with your hormones.  No thank you.  Plus, we HATE condoms.  Also, from my previous post, I made it quite clear that we are proud parents of one child policy only.

I am glad my gynecologist is very understanding and was able to help me with this.  As soon as he mentioned removing my tubes completely, a bell went off in my head and I knew I had to do this.  There is also a benefit from it, especially for me, which prevents me from getting ovarian cancer.  So fuck it, I took one for the team.

Like I said, simple surgery.  I was in and out of the hospital within 6 hours.  I walked my ass out of there and managed to get into our truck even.  Hardcore, I know.  I am and always will be 1000% sure that I don’t want anymore children and neither does my husband.  And no one will ever change my mind.

So here I am, finally blogging, finally getting reading done for school, finally waking my ass up at 6 AM, and finally getting back in to the groove of things.  I feel like I should really make a daily schedule.  It would probably make things easier.  Starting in the fall, life will be getting pretty busy and I might as well start getting into the loop of things now and start getting adjusted.

As for the ton of reading part, I should continue that.

Happy Monday!

Xoxo,

Cheers,

CountryCatGal

Only Child.  No More Kids. 

There is always someone who asks or says “well, do you guys plan on having anymore children?”, “you don’t want her growing up alone and spoiled.”, etc.  But you know what, fuck y’all.

​I am an only child and so is my daughter.   I am absolutely thrilled that we chose to not have anymore kids at all.  I refuse to live up to society’s expectations to have another child.

So here are 10 reasons why I chose to have only one child:
1.  Babies are and can be hard work.  Honestly though, I had it SO easy with Jody that it makes other parents jealous as fuck.  Since being born, she has always slept through the night (seriously we never lost any sleep), she was always a quiet baby and even a quiet kid, always well behaved, etc, the list goes on.

2.  Traveling is easier with one.  The three of us can fit anywhere, we don’t need much space and we never need to pack too much.  If I recall, between the three of us, we only need maybe two suitcases for all our stuff (I am talking about a 2 week vacation).  We prefer to travel light.  Plus there is no yelling coming from the back.

3.  I am all about saving the planet.  Before having a child, I could confidently say I was a low-impact human.  I have seen first-hand how much waste one child can make, even with using cloth diapers and having conscious parents.  My daughter is only 5, so I know she still has a lifetime worth of consumption and waste ahead of her.  The planet doesn’t need more people.  

4.  I have dreams and goals I don’t want to put off.  Like it or not, having a child requires a significant sacrifice from both parents, particularly the primary caregiver. After five years, I’m still trying to get my life back together and identify myself as an individual who just happens to have a child.  Not to mention, I’m trying to scrape together the time to exercise (which I always make sure to make time for), study, do house work, cook a decent meal or read a book.  After having a baby, most women can write-off at least a year of their lives purely for baby-rearing. That’s something I’m just not willing to do again.

5.  Having a child is a long-life commitment.  Once that baby is born, he or she is yours forever.  You will always be your child’s go-to support person, safe place and (sometimes) financial institution.  I honestly feel like I’ve already committed myself to enough.  I’m married!  That’s pretty epic.  I have a mortgage — double epic.  Okay, so maybe I struggle a little bit with commitment, but I’m changeable.  I might want to run off and live in New Zealand or Japan one day, and we could do that easily with one kid.

6.  More children means MORE expenses.  As my daughter gets older, the more money we need to spend on food, clothes, schooling, and activities.  I can add up how expensive it would be to put another child into the mix.  At times, especially in the economy now, money can be tight, but I am grateful to say it isn’t a big source of stress in our young family.  Having another little person drawing our funds could tip the balance, and push us into chronic financial stress.  Um, no thanks.

7.  There is not enough of me to go around. To be honest, I’m spread thin as it is.  I know plenty of women who have two or more children and are constantly struggling to find time for themselves, keep fit, study, socialize (child-free), work or follow their dreams.  They’re tired, cranky, and turn to wine to deal with their stress.  Full disclosure:  Some days I barely cope with the pressure of my one and only child on top of day-to-day happenings, like keeping the fridge stocked, staying up to date with my work, and thinking of things to keep her entertained.  Some days I have period pain, and I can hardly even look after myself, let alone my daughter and ANOTHER child.

8.  If I am a good parent, my child won’t need me to produce a playmate.  I’ve heard of parents having a second child purely for the purpose of giving their firstborn a playmate.  I know of more siblings who fight with each other than play together.  One of my most important tasks as a parent is to be a playmate. I signed up for the job when I chose to have a baby.  I don’t want to send the kids off to play on their own.  I want to be involved in my daughter’s life.  It may not always be easy or convenient to jump in and play, but I’m happy to do it.  You can never give your child too much of you.

9.  I don’t care what society thinks I should do.  What I choose to do for me is my choice.  I’m not condemning your choices.  Whether you decide to have no children or 10 children is totally up to you. There’s no wrong way to love your family.  Just don’t let societal norms and judgments let you question your decisions.  People talk about “only children” being lonely and socially ill-equipped, but that’s just a stereotype.  My daughter is only 3, and she’s friendly, chatty, compassionate, approachable and, most importantly, happy to share.  I don’t care what people think.  I just want them to stop telling me what to do.  

10.  We are happy and comfortable.  We look forward and now focus on our future.  A new house.  A kick-ass vacation to a place we have never been.  The world is ours now to do what WE want.  We have had it pretty easy with Jody, and that is the way we plan on keeping it.  

So there you have it.

Xoxo,

Cheers, SKÅL

CountryCatGal