Congrats, You're an Asshole

(Now let's discuss why that is)

Assholes rarely know why they are the way they are, so here's a clue for you on your jouney of self-improvement. Check off the following that are applicable to you!

( ) Double parking

( ) Parking in handicap space

( ) Leaving dog in car

( ) Leaving kids in car

( ) Talking really loudly on cell phone

while riding public transportation

( ) Cutting in line

( ) Not tipping/not tipping enough

( ) Snacking on produce and bulk items

in grocery store

( ) Using an ATM for 18 consecutive transactions

when people are waiting

( ) Smoking in non-smoking areas

( ) Taking up too much time with teller because

you don't understand how banking works

( ) Not washing hansd after using washroom

( ) Not letting others out of f the train or bus before pushing way in

( ) Wearing too much perfume or cologne

( ) Stopping to chat or look around in front of doorway, elevator or escalator

( ) Using the Pottery Barn as den

( ) Stinking up office with foul meals and snacks

( ) Sneezing without covering nose and offering snotty handshake

( ) Not wiping equipment down after you've gotten it sweaty at gym

(What else makes somebody an asshole???)

"Johnny Appleseed"

Ohhhhh.....

My boy is good to me!

And so I thank my boy...

for giving me the love I need ..

and the stars in the sky that cover me.

My boy is good to me!

Where do you stand?

This test only has one question, but it's a very important one.

By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally. The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest.

Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.

You are in Florida, Miami to be specific. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of biblical proportions. You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. The situation is nearly hopeless. You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing under the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury. Suddenly you see a man floundering in the water. He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer. somehow the man looks familiar. You suddenly realize who it is. It's George W. Bush! At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take him under...forever. You have two options: 1) you can save the life of G.W. Bush or 2) you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the world's most powerful men.

So here's the question, and please give an honest answer:

Would you select high contrast color film, or... would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?

"Africa doesn't need money. It needs institutions that provide honest government."

"And that's the thing about Africa, isn't it? After all the billions of bucks the West has poured into it, after all the legions of idealistic volunteers have had their hearts broken, after a half-century and more of kindness, compassion and assistance ... Africa's a mess. "

Check out the rest of the article here (thanks to my friend Bethany in Calgary):

http://www.canoe.ca/NewsStand/Columnists/Calgary/Ian_Robinson/2005/07/10/1125152.html

Do you agree or disagree with this article? I'd have to say I both disagree and agree with this article, depending on certain aspects. What do you think?

"Tito" the deer. Pinafore Park, St. Thomas (July 1st, 2005)

Sitting in the Lighthouse (Port Burwell, July 1st, 2005)

Annie and Ian (melting in the lighthouse). Port Burwell, July 1st, 2005

very steep...coming down the lighthouse now.

Long Weekend Pics (June 30th - July 3rd)

Hey guys,

These are some pics that Ian and I took on Canada Day. He took me on a surprise road trip through St. Thomas, where we searched for some waterfall, but instead, found "Tito" the deer. Then we drove to Port Stanley, had some lunch, checked out the beach and decided to keep driving. We then stopped of at Port Bruce, where we sat near a stones and incredible waves. Finally, Ian took me to Port Burwell, where we climbed up an old lighthouse (one of the oldest in Canada), and I must say, it was incredibly romantic, since we were the only two up there.

Ian and Annie (June 2005) - just chillin'

In Port Stanley for the first time. This silly pic was taken by my most adorable photographer boyfriend Ian. hehe. Love you baby...(July 1st, 2005)

Tuesday July 6th, 1944

People who are religious should be glad, since not everyone is blessed with the ability to believe in a higher order. You don’t even have to live in fear of eternal punishment; the concepts of purgatory, heaven and hell are difficult for many people to accept, yet religion itself, any religion, keeps a person on the right path. Not the fear of God, but upholding your own sense of honour and obeying your own conscience. How noble and good everyone could be if, at the end of each day, they were to review their own behaviour and weigh up the rights and wrongs. They would automatically try to do better at the start of each new day and after a while, would certainly accomplish a great deal. Everyone is welcome to this prescription; it costs nothing and is definitely useful. Those who don’t know will have to find out by experience that a “quiet conscience gives you strength.”

- Annie M. Frank

Still a DMB Fan

Who's got their claws in your my friend?
Into your heart I'll beat again.
Sweet like candy to my soul,
sweet you rock and sweet you roll.
Touch your lips just so I know,
in your eyes, the love will grow.
Kiss me, won't you kiss me please.

December 2nd, 2000

This sadness overwhelms me, a tear rolls down my face,

I never really existed, so I'll leave without a trace.

I can't admit what I've done wrong cause it will break my heart,

yet it only continues to tear us so much further apart.

This anger, is like a storm thats difficult to drive in,

and in this place its as if its me who can only sin.

There is barely any air left here for me to breathe,

my soul is only trying to survive with the air it must seize.

This nostalgia puts pain in my stomach, my heart is cracked in two,

thinking about some past that is now lost in the blue.

Things used to be better, now everything is further away,

my arms cannot reach so far, perhaps tomorrow but not today.

My weakness will one day drown me unless I will learn to swim,

in this sea of anguish and with the sky so dim.

Why does this happen to me, this broken damaged heart?

This pain is overwhelming, this fear will tear me apart.

If only one day I will see the sun, it will kiss my tear drenched face,

and its kiss will leave behind a warm and golden trace.

If only the sky will wrap me, with its feathered wings so high,

and maybe give me a pair so that one day I will fly.

I'm smiling now because I know I can, but my eyes fill up with tears,

I hope that soon the winter wind will blow away my fears.

I will soon lay my troubled soul to sleep and leave this world for tonight....

perhaps when I will reawake, things will be alright.