easter wishes blog

I know. I know. A bit late for this week’s blog. In my defence i have been really tired. And i have a hand pain thingy. Seriously. I am not at all sure that i should even be writing this because i may be a little bit cross. I know what i am going to write about today. It is just that i happen to think that even if you aren’t religious or anything it is only polite to respect other people who might be. I think this particularly applies to Good Friday. A day of rest and quiet contemplation (OK so the kids don’t think the latter applies to them...but it is the general idea i am going for). What it doesn't need to add to all its glory is a neighbour who decides that it is the perfect morning to building and F-ing fence. This is the same one who has spent WEEKS doing up his front yard. It looks very nice. I watch the tellie and those home reno shows do yards in like a weekend. There is no way that it should have taken so long. I am only bitter ‘cause they seemed to wait until i got home from work to start up all the heavy machinery. The thing is he is a nice man. Just an utter, utter bastard.

*deep breath*

I know i have a blog to write. Today sometime would be nice i guess. It was going to be about suits. How much i hate them, feel threatened by them and don’t own one. But that man keeps cutting timber. And there should be a rule about blogging when cross. i KNOW there is one about not doing it when your drunk.

*thinking of clear blue skies*

Really. I don’t like suits. I usually can’t get beyond the suit and see the person inside. My bad. This comes about because as i was leaving the house last night my neighbour (yes the same one) had a visitor in a suit. A very snazzy suit. The young man had one of those messy, very trendy haircuts as well. A stupid car though so it proves all the money in the world can’t buy taste. In this neighbourhood it is students, blue collar, families etc. Not trendy people. So that means he must be “real estate”. Just deductive reasoning. Now i am NOT letting the neighbour back into this story. I am going to be firm about that.

So the only people i actually see in suits (unless i go into the city) are people that i have no interaction with. This is the way i like it. It is one of the reasons i went into scientific programming (which has very little money or even prestige) instead of doing the proper thing (which would have involved lots of money and possibly more sex) and went into business. Seriously suit people freak me out.

I don’t mean the type of suit someone might wear to a funeral, wedding etc. That is fine. I mean i cant live in the type of world of people who have to wear suit and look professional every day. I think his helps explain a lot about my life choices.

Me? What do i like to wear? I wear clothes from hiking shops or jeans most days. I have some nice designer clothes but NOTHING that looks even remotely trendy or business like. It was a life plan (that and never being in debt). I am glad i stuck to it. I Never could figure out how to stay un-wrinkled all day. It must be some kind of gift that those people who wear suits every day know.

Have a nice Easter break people. Get some rest. Eat chocolate. Be happy.