WELCOME TO THE JAMIE SHOW!

I am sick of how most of my friends, take, take,take and take, and then act like assholes when I ask for something they had offered in the first place. I am pissed and don't really mean what I am writing but I am pissed. I was told I could have something, now the offer has been taken away with no apologies and the responsibility of telling me was passed off to someone else. I am sick and tired of going without so someone else can have... I want and deserve better, I am no longer some thirteen year old girl with low self esteem who has to give her friends things because that's the only way they will hang out with her. (or so she thinks) fuck!

Okay I feel better now... Time to go finalize plans for New Years Eve, cause if not I will sit here and bitch till the sun comes up, I am just in a bad mood today and didn't need to be shit on.... But thanks to you know who you are, for making it all so much better! (sarcasm)

So I drug my brother, Dan, his friend Adam and my other brother, Sean out with me last night, I took their keys, parked our cars and the drinking began. I decided to drink the vodka I had stashed for about a year, and my brothers let into their Christmas presents I got them, a bottle of Bacardi for Sean and some Crown Royal for Dan. We ended up at the local bar to be at on a Friday night in Glace bay, the Guildwood, cheap drinks and loads of drunken people. We had started out at my friend, Tracey's place, then on to Georgina's, and finally the bar, we all had quite a few drinks, laughs, we danced, chatted and tried to stay out of trouble. We managed to have a pretty good time, none of us got lost and we ended up back at mine and Sean's apartment around 4 in the morning. Sleeping arrangements had been discussed but nothing was set in stone.

I went into my room through on my nightgown and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, before I could return to bed, my brothers are in the living room fighting over the mattress on the floor, a verbal argument that went something like:

Sean: This is my bed, I live here.
Dan: Fuck off I am going to sleep.
Sean: Get the fuck off my bed.
Dan: Fuck off!
Sean: Fuck you and get up!
Dan: Fuck off!
Sean: That's it!

Then Sean picked up the mattress and dumped Dan on the floor; who then got up with fists flying, and the fun began, I end up knocking them both onto the mattress and pinning them (in my nightgown) while Adam sat on the chair watching, and Dan and Sean tried to throw fists, I had them both pinned down and was holding their fists (Dan threw a couple of sucker punches before I could grab his arm). Then Trevor (mine and Sean's roommate) woke up and came out as I was telling Dan and Sean that if they didn't smarten the fuck up I was going to beat the living shit out of both of them.

Oh and did I mention, Sean is 6 foot 4 and Dan is 6 foot 3, (I'm only 5 foot 8) and Sean is still healing his broken leg! MORONS!

It took a couple more threats from me and the fact that they were both too drunk and tired to really fight to get the two of them out of there. I ended up kicking Sean in the room with all the blankets leaving Dan alone on the mattress with nothing but the clothes on his back and apologizing profusely to Trevor for waking him up. Sean ended up with a bit of bruising around his eye and I think he's pretty pissed at me for kicking him into his room. I was asleep when they left this morning cause I had to work, so I didn't get to see the after-effects but I am sure it wasn't pretty.

It's funny cause it was all over in about 5 minutes, and forgotten by this morning, though it is the first fight I broke up between those two that didn't end up with the two of them turning around and beating up on me. Sean is heading out to Saskatchewan with them tomorrow for a month, cause he still isn't allowed back to work yet, and I will miss them when they are gone even if they do annoy me when they are around.

I have been traveling out to the bridge after work the last few nights because my brother is down from out west. I had to close the queue last night at work (call centre, new job position, yadda yadda) and drug my friend Georgina out to my parents house with me after work (left the building at around 2 am). We arrived to a pretty quiet house, I had to finish wrapping a few last minute things, and then my brother gets up and starts gabbing with Georgina which in turn wakes up my mother and that when all hell broke loose. She was a wee bit (okay big under exaggeration) pissed, cause she has to get up earlier than everyone else to put the turkey on to cook, so she kicked my brother off to bed and started preparing the turkey, and scared the piss out of Georgina ( cause my mom can instill fear in ANYONE!).

I just brushed it off to my mom awake at 3 am and being cranky, and returned to wrapping the gifts, Georgina sat on the couch afraid to move or speak (which is a difficult task for her). Mom then tells us that my brother Sean, had planned on waking us all up at 7 am, which did not sit to well with me cause I had to work the next evening, and she went back to bed after giving us another pep talk about being quiet, yadda yadda yadda.

At 8:22 am I woke up looked at my phone and heaved a huge sigh on relief my brother had not woken us up and I was going to enjoy as much sleep as humanly possible. At 10 am I crawled out of bed because my bladder would not let me contain the beer I drank before bed for one moment longer. The rest of the family was either up and about or almost up and about. We opened presents, had a bite to eat and decided that that a beer on the deck would be nice considering it was about plus 15 degrees Celsius in Marion Bridge on Christmas morning, not very common in these parts. So there I sat at 11 am smoking, drinking and laughing with family and friends, in my bare feet and pajamas, an interesting moment.

Fast forward to quarter to one and my parents are attempting to move the turkey from the roasting pan unto a platter to be sliced for dinner. My Dad is lifting the turkey out of the pan my mom is holding and it is so moist and well cooked it breaks in too and splashes both of them in hot grease. Luckily no burns, just a lot of laughs and my mom freaking out in the kitchen (which is terrifying when you are a kid, as an "adult" it's like watching Comedy Central).

I managed to make it to work a bit early, after driving through a torrential rain storm, and am sitting here bored out of my skull alone on the third floor of our building the other agents are all down on second and the "helpdesk" people are all stuck up here on third. I think I may venture down to a-bay to take calls at least it would be a little more interesting, and I get to close the queue again tonight (yippee for me).

Hope you all had an enjoyable day, I look forward to going home and having a turkey and mayo sandwich with a side of the stuffing (from inside the bird) and maybe a slice of lemon meringue or apple pie ( because I have to maintain my figure.

Well it's officially Christmas, should be an interesting day, I still have gifts to wrap when I get home, I hope my mom left the wrapping stuff on the table. I am looking forward to turkey tomorrow! It will be the first time in a few years that we will all get to be together for Christmas as a family, and I even invited one of my friends over cause she didn't have any family crap going on.

I have to work late tonight, here it is 12:23 and I am sitting here writing away waiting for calls that are few and far between (which isn't a complaint) It has been a rather long night, it's far to quiet on the floor and I have a headache from staring at this screen far to much this evening.

I have been trying to pull myself out of this dreadful "mood" I have been in lately, and luckily for you folks, I write in 2 other places, or you may have gotten overloaded with the mess.

I hope you all are having a lovely holiday and drive careful, be safe.

Do NOT under ANY circumstances DRINK & DRIVE or I will HUNT you DOWN like the DIRTY dog you ARE and slowly pull out each and every one of you finger/toe nails out, peel your skin off with a dull blade, throw Pepper in your eyes, and pluck each and every hair out of your head, ONE by ONE!

That is a not an idle threat it is a sincere promise.

With love,

Jamie
AKA: Capergrl

So I was watching Oprah yesterday, it was all about her trip to Africa, now Oprah does not come on till 3 and I have to work at 4, so I only got to watch about fifteen minutes of it. During that fifteen minutes I cried silently to myself, now anyone who knows me knows a few things about me: I live life for the moment, without cares or regrets, I drive a fairly expensive car, I take trips as often as possible, and I spend money in ridiculous amounts.

There is method to the madness.................

Not long into the recovery period from my car accident I heard the expression 'arthritis" time and time again, from doctors, family, friends, physiotherapists, etc. It was a hard pill to swallow but because I broke both my legs and the break in my left leg was in my knee, I may not be able to walk when I get old, which makes me want to go and do NOW!

Back to the purpose of the Oprah story, so yea I always joked about the fact that I don't care if I am ever wealthy or famous, as long as I am happy, I would live in a hut in Africa. Watching that show and watching these children infected with Aids, suffering from mal-nutrition and others living in the middle of STUPID wars, well I think I should hurray up and get my ass in gear and start living my life for something meaningful. So I am venturing up North later in the spring ( to make so cash) and then going on one more trip and then I think it's time to head to somewhere where i can live each and everyday doing what I do best. Jamie gift (because she is not artisitc or musically inclined) is helping other people, whole-heartedly, it's what makes me happy it gives me my kicks.

This is the first time in my live that I have not done any volunteer work of any kind, I don't belong to any groups or organizations that do charity work, I give money to different collections at work or buy raffle tickets but I feel so hallow. So empty.

I am going out on the town tonight and am mega excited. I have been caught in a rut and I am hoping to find a little Christmas joy tonight. If you have been caught in the crossfire I apologize.

So yea I was moving stuff around the other day and happened to pop open my yearbook from the year I graduated, funny how time changes so many things............. but the thing that was strange they mess up my quote in the yearbook but here's what it should have said:

"It takes as much courage to try and fail, as it does to try and succeed."
- Anne Lindburg


I live my life without regrets, and some days that is a terrible burden to bear. I think I will go home and crawl in bed and pull the blankets over my head again.

The floor is quiet....... only the sound of the air being pumped around her, suddenly she is aware of how big this building actually is......... everyone went home an hour ago. The constant hum and buzzing of voices silenced by the closing of the "queue". She then begins to wonder what in the hell she got herself into, and how many more nights of this she can expect. She realizes this was her longest shift she ever worked, but the first 8 hours seem to pass quite quickly. Her pounding headache is gone, the angry words on the other end of the phone just a vague memory, the thought of the bloodshed of her new supervisor tomorrow, brings a smile to her lips.

Christmas is one week away, and she has no Christmas spirit this year, though she is anticipating the arrival of her arch-enemy, and one of her biggest confidants, her little brother, who is arriving next week.

The faint taste of licorice on her tongue sparks memories of childhood experiences long since gone by.


She has just walked into work, her second day under the new job title and already she has fucked up again, she quickly re-reads what she had written last night and wonders if it sounds too condescending, then again she doesn't really care, because she writes for herself and if whoever reads it doesn't like it well too fucking bad. Her spirits have lifted today, she looks forward to the next two days. she doesn't have to work, and has lots of activities planned, and will finally get to watch LORD OF THE RINGS: RETURN OF THE KING.... the anticipation is killing her.

Her new supervisors neck is safe for another day, turns out he is off today.... and she will have forgotten the whole thing by Sunday.

Another weekend awaits her...............

That's right i got the job! I have a new job title at work with all new responsibilities.......... and I have no idea if I am going to suck ass............ essentially i have been filling in part-time the last few weeks and have probably already have a large group of people who want my blood.

It is a learning experience.

Some of my friends are going through some nasty break ups........ and they are all rather depressing to be around..... one more good reason for me to stay single..................

I thought i was really sick............ turns out i was just pregnant.....................

My job has become quite crazy lately.............. we have different "departments" at work that take different types of calls some are internal and some are from clients that call in.............. I have been "flipped" from these different "departments" a lot lately.............. I no longer know how to answer my phone when it dings in my ear..... which causes some pretty interesting (and amusing) calls........... oh well welcome to the wonderful world of call centres I guess.

I haven't even begun my Christmas shopping, and my next pay is all going towards bills............ so don't hold your breath waiting for a gift.............. cause it may be Easter before you get one. LOL Damn VTO ( oh how I love you) it really is an addiction and they REALLY should start a support group for those of us who can not resist..... good thing call volume is insane and I will NOT be able to take it anymore!

I was OSSIFIED and it was fun.

and that's all I have to say about that.

Steve got fired for updating his blog at work.

How fucked up is that?

So did I ever tell you how I wanted to live in an insane asylum for a while??? Yea I thought it would be a pretty carefree existence I mean you get to sit around all day doing absolutely nothing, no worries, no bills, just lots of TV and great drugs. The more you freak out, the better drugs they would give you. I could play pool, videogames, scream, holler! Oh the best part is they expect you to do weird shit like that all the time.

Now I am considering becoming an alcoholic now here is my list of reasons why becoming an alcoholic is a great idea for me:

Not expected to do anything. ( no more driving people around, lending money, paying bills, cleaning)
I could be the life of the party! (except when I throw up)
When I do get drunk and do something stupid (like split the ass out of my pants, dirty dancing with my friend, in the middle of a packed dance floor) it would be "normal".
I would not have to worry about hangovers anymore cause I just wouldn't stop drinking.
I would have something besides smoking to blame my poor health on when I am older.
I would have something in common with MOST (if not all) of the people on this island.
No more explaining why I like to sleep so late, they'll just pass it off on the liquor.
No worries about bills, boys, friends or families........ cause really alcoholics are self-centered selfish people ( which suits me exactly.)
Oh and rehab would be fun I am sure, learning how to make macaroni pictures, and listening to other peoples fucked up stories, and free therapy sessions.
Getting Drunk is FUN!
Yea................. hrmmm................... "Jamie the ALCOHOLIC" might be my superhero nick lol.... we'll see on Saturday night at the work Christmas party.

"I envy people who drink. At least they have something to blame everything on."
Oscar Levant (1906 - 1972)

Today I feel like a Relationship Analyst, most, if not all, of my friends are now in serious relationships or just beginning to be involved in some kind of relationship................ everyone that is.............. except ME! Now this is not a complaint or a plea of desperation I just found is quite amusing that most of them come to me for advice.

Oh and did I mention that they all think it would be a wonderful idea to hook me up with someone......... anyone........ none of them are particularly picky they just want to set me up......... they have even started asking my guy friends when I am not around if they're "interested", a rather embarrassing situation.

I managed to steer clear of all the well intentioned hook ups and am still pleasantly single......... and for all you weirdos who do not understand........... I LIKE BEING SINGLE............. the only thing tying me down right now is my new baby and her and I want to keep it that way for a while.............. though a warm body for Christmas........ well if he's charming, intelligent and amusing........... and cute with broad shoulders, nice eyes and great teeth................. something to think about..............

things are going ape-shit in blogger land.................. people have stopped blogging............ others have become sworn enemies with once friends.......... and others have commented on shit they know nothing about.............. oh what a wonderful world it could be..............

On a side note.......... i am chilling out with some friends and will only have 26 hours on my next pay... needless to say i am goignto have to find cheaper means of entertainment