Update of DOOM: Third time's the charm...

So I realised the other day that I actually hadn't updated in quite some time. There have been rants and random grumblings but nothing really of substance for what is actually happening in my life. And for that dear readers I am sorry. But Hey, at least you've got something and something is always better than nothing. (Well maybe not always but what do you want from me? Really?)

So how is life in Bobbi Land? Actually it is rather pleasant. Pleasant like a nice rainy day. And if you know me and you know how much I love the rain than you know how pleasant it is.

So much has really happened that I'm not overly sure where to start. I suppose that I will start with school and work. I'm officially done school! Hells yah! I've decided after much thought and consideration that there was no way in the universe that I was going to be able to survive another year much less two to three more to finish my BEd. With that in mind I made the decision to work for a couple years before I return to school, which meant finding a good job that can pay the rent, bills and disgusting student loan payments that are coming my way. (Ugh!)

However I have remedied that. That's right. I have a fairly awesome spectacular job coming my way starting July 2. I can't freaking wait! Though it has meant that since the end of school until now and for the rest of the month I have had to find another job. First off I was working nights, which would have been fine if I didn't have a social life or friends. However since I was asleep while everyone else was awake and wanting to do things it made life rather hard. I was not a fan and thus I quit. I do not really like quiting things, especially when I know people are in dire straights but I couldn't continue to work there. Then I found a part time job at a daycare. They know that I'm done the end of the month and they have been really awesome to me. The staff and the kids are great.

So by now, if you don't already know, I bet that you are asking yourself what this awesome job is that I landed. Well... you are looking (ha!) at the new Assistant Director of a local daycare. I'm not going to say, just because I do not know all who reads this. And while I am sure that most people wouldn't be a problem I'd just rather not take the chance. Ask me in person if you really must know, also if it helps I've worked there before. Victory! I'm so excited about it. I honestly can't believe that I got the job. Especially just coming out of school. I was expecting to have to work in a playroom for quite sometime before I got something like this. I guess that I got lucky. Actually, I think that I was just in the right place at the right time.

The best part about this job is that it is a great stepping stone towards possibly opening my own daycare. And yes, I have thought about that. I think that it would be rather interesting to open my own, especially in a smaller centre like Wainwright. But then who knows what will happen in the future. I'm a fan of letting the future happen and rolling with it. So if there is an opportunity to open my own daycare, something small of course, then I will. If not... well it might just be something that I work toward making happen anyways.

Ok... so when I started writing this I was starting work on July 2 however I got news later that day that Vivian needed me to start early. So I started today! Which is more than a little bit crazy, but I rather enjoyed it. It was a good day of work, 7:30 to 4:30, and to be honest I don't feel like I accomplished much. I have a feeling that tomorrow will feel much the same and so will Monday and Tuesday. I'm hoping that by Wednesday I'll have created enough of a schedule and figured enough out that I actually feel productive. (Even sooner would be better.) There's a lot that I don't know but I know that once I pick it up it will go a lot smoother.

So... what else is happening asides from work and not school? Not too too much. My car is in the process of dying a horrible terrible death. I'll find out tomorrow if it's even able to pass a safety inspection. Go car! Baby isn't so healthy. Want the laundry list? Nope. Well too bad you're going to get it anyways. And the following things are what I know are wrong with it:

• Oil Leak (major)
• Power stearing leak (major)
• Transmission leak (working it's way up to major)
• Possible antifreeze leak though Mr. Lube wasn't sure
• there is something wrong with my thermastat
• there is something wrong with my idle, which may be related to my thermastat
• it over heated recently.
• the fan belt is loose
• the block heater cord is broken
• the front end... lots... I'm not even sure what is wrong. It might be my tye rods but I don't know. Let's just say that the stearing is pretty fucked up.
• I need new tires on an epic level
• the windshield should probably be replaced because it is sandblasted fairly heavily
• and last but not least both the locking mechanisms and my outside door handles need to be replaced.

So... yah... I think it may just be time to retire the old girl and find a new car. I was hoping that she would last a couple of years but the previous owner bagged the shit out of her and now she's an old women instead of the hot young thing she used to be. It's not that I dislike old women... just old women cars. Baby has definitely seen better days. I guess that I am just going to have to wait and see what happens to her though. If it's a decent price (HA!) I should be able to fix her up with some much required help from the parental units. (Have I mentioned that I love my parents?) If it's not well then I'll just have to go from there. We'll see where I end up. Pretty much as long as I have a car I'll be happy.

But... I think that is it for the day. I'm rather tired and while there is more to say I just don't quite feel like sharing it yet. So until another day... Ciao.

200 Posts and Counting: The meaning behind nothing

That's right. This is number 200. I realised it a while back after I finished going through my blog and fixing all the spelling mistakes and formating errors that have always bothered me. Then the next post was only going to be 199, but that post 200 was just around the corner. If I hadn't gone through my previous posts, I would have never noticed and it would have gone unmentioned just like posts 100, 150 and many others.

But then really what is in a number? Is 200 anymore remarkable than 100? Or even 10? What about 189? Numbers have meaning because we ascribe it to them. It may be arbitrary or based on mathematical concepts but that doesn't negate the fact that there would be no meaning if we didn't feel that everything has to have meaning.

Even our lives have to have meaning and in our search for meaning we have created Religion, ascribed meaning to arbitrary things that would generally mean nothing. Symbols become sacred because they have the right mathematical proportions. Look at the Eye of Horus. It is a symbol of protection, I carry one on my right wrist, and it only "works" if the proportions are right. However just because the very likely hood that the proportions on my eye are off doesn't mean that I don't hold out some belief that the meaning is still there. Actually, even if the proportions were exact I still doubt that it would help protect me but that is not the point. The point is that everyone who knows what the symbol is automatically ascribes the meaning to it.

Let's consider the number 100: In the grand scheme of things reaching the age of 100 is a monumental thing, unless you are a turtle, then you're still just a young-ling, oh and lets not forget that there are certain species of whales that may live up to several hundred years old. (For the life of me I can't remember which, but they frequent the Canadian North.) So it depends. Why is 25 so important? Because 100 can be divided into 4 equal parts of 25? But then what is so important about fourths?

Reaching your first birthday used to be an occasion because most children did not survive the first year of life. Now we still celebrate it like it is something monumental but the same significance no longer applies.

So my question stands: Do we really need to ascribe meaning to things? Would it just be better to live with the knowledge that everything is meaningless? Or do we really truly need to have the meaning to survive and more importantly thrive?