Ah, the dinner of champions. Who could ask for more than a little bowl of blueberries and strawberries, a half-eaten rice krispie square and a bottle of water? Nobody, that's who. Today was a wonderfully relaxed day; had the bathroom to myself, got to work on time, didn't have tons to do (although I probably distracted the designers too much - they had lots to do), had a very yummy lunch from my favourite deli, went to my chiropractor after work and got all put back into place, put some cash in my account and now I'm having (my version) of a delish dinner. The best friend gets in at 10 tonight so I've got a couple hours to kill before I head to the airport. I'm thinking of heading by my old job for a visit because Mondays are a late night there. Mean Girl Update: When I got home from work I was carrying my purse, my coffee cup and a few bags of fruit and I was singing Faith by George Michael (of all the cool things I could be singing) and kind of bopping along up the walkway and all of a sudden I see Mean Girl pop out of her apartment door. Her boyfriend was right behind her but when she saw me (she was only about 2 steps out the door) she turned around to run back in the house and ran right into her boyfriends chest. He was like "Hey, what the hell?" and she goes "Move, I forgot something" and kind of shoves him to the side. The best part was that the boyfriend just kind of gave her a weird look and then he saw me. He was all "Hey, how've you been? I like the new car." So I stopped and said hi and talked with him for a sec and I could see her inside giving me the evil eye. So after a moment I said, "Well I should get inside, I've got to make supper" (which we all know isn't really true) and as I was unlocking my door I heard her hiss at him to get in the house. Heeee, Heeee, Heeee! I am having such fun pissing Mean Girl off. I think my husband is a little worried that I'm going to get our tires slashed or get beat up or something, but this is way too much fun. It's almost like I don't really have to do anything anymore, just walking by her makes her freak out. I can feel my little devil horns growing by the day. Mmwwaaaaa haaaa haaaaa (that's my evil laugh), guess I better keep up with the healthy suppers to keep my strength up for more torment!
I'm happy to report that baby Cat-in-the-Hat is alive and well and is happily drawing away on his itty-bitty Etch-A-Sketch. Although I was at my wit's end on Friday and he was near death, I calmed myself and realized the horror of what I was about to do. I never did get back to all that HTML garbage but I intend on doing it in the coming week or two - thank you to Reggie who has offered to help me out with any questions I have, I appreciate it. Today was a very relaxing day; up at 7:30, checked the net (and was delighted to see that my Australian buddy was back for more), drank 3 cups of coffee, called the best friend in the Bahamas, (husband got up at about 10 so I had the place to myself for awhile), went out for lunch to our favourite restaurant (had a freaky waitress, but whatever) browsed through Pier One and Sears for baby presents for my girlfriend's new baby boy, came home and helped the hubby pack for his 3 day fishing trip with my dad and brother, kissed him goodbye, and now here I sit, listening to Miles Davis and writing this blog. I'll only be alone tonight though because above mentioned best friend is on her way in from Nassau tomorrow night. Yay, I am in desperate need of some girly talk (essentially bitching about how retarted our husbands are) and a dose of junk food. She'll be here tomorrow night, then out of town for a couple days, then back Thursday for another reunion of her, I and our other girlfriend J. and then she'll be in Ontario for another week or two. It's crazy how much I miss this crazy broad when she's gone! We religiously resort back to being 10 year olds when we're together, it's great. Anyhoo, yes I am a much calmer and happier person than I was Friday, or even yesterday - at this moment I am glad my husband will be away for a couple days...men (sigh)...you know...can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em? Well I can live without mine at the moment. (Although I will miss him just a tiny bit.)
Grrrr...I hate computer lingo and gobbledy-gook. As I mentioned before, one of my co-workers showed me how to change the links on my blog. It seemed easy enough, not too hard once you really look at it. So I printed out my entire template of HTML code and decided to figure out everything I wanted to change and then do it all at once. But what I thought was going to be "easy" turns out to be ridiculously hard. I know that most people out there are laughing, going "is this girl suffering from some form of snail's pace brain function?" But I absolutely can not figure out this garbage. It's like I'm reading hieroglyphics or something. Boo, hoo - all I wanna do is change some colours and stuff.
On a happier note (for me anyways) when I ran out to go to Shoppers DrugMart to drop off some film a little while ago, Mean Girl had her car in the middle of the parking lot trying to change her tire. She was trying to get the lugnuts or whatever they're called off her car and wasn't having much luck, she was on her knees and looking pretty cranky. So what did I do? Well I hopped in my car, rolled down the windows, cranked some Sublime, put on my shades and screeched past her as I yelled "I can see your panties!" Real mature hey? Whatever, it made me feel better and now that I've written this all down I've calmed myself a little...guess I'll get back to this heiroglyphics junk. However, don't be surprised if the changes never happen.
Wow...what an awesome night's sleep; I slept for nearly 12 hours last night. The weird thing about it is that I went to bed at 10:30, which may seem normal to most people, but to me that is waaaaayyy to early. Any time I've tried to go to bed that early in the past just leaves me rolling around and frustrated because I never go to bed before midnight usually. In college I used to stay up for days at a time - there was rarely anyone else up all night, but sometimes my mind would be going so fast that it was easier just to stay up and go to class in the morning than to try to force myself to fall asleep. And on those nights when I actually went to sleep, it was never before 2am. Isn't it amazing what booze, coffee, chaing-smoking and freedom can do to your system?
So the idea that last night I went to bed at 10:30 and woke up at 10:15am is mind-boggling to me. I guess I was right yesterday when I said I was run-down lately. Except now my back is aching - boo, there always has to be a downside to everything. I only sleep on my stomach so the pressure on my lower back is fairly high after 12 hours. And I feel a little lethargic because I overslept...man, what a crank-ass I am. I bet the husband is glad he's not here today. But there are people in the world with far worse problems than getting too much of a great sleep, so I guess I should quit being such a whiny brat. Ah, coffee (insert drool, lip-smacking and large gulps here), it always makes me feel better. All right, to the shower, then the coffee pot for a fresh cup, then the table to do some freelance...write at you all later.
Man, I have total writers block this week - what a lame ass. I am in desperate need of this weekend, I just feel very run-down. Work was crazy this week, two of the chicas were on holidays and it's not that I had all that much extra to do, but still. The other designers had a shitload of stuff to do to make up the difference though, and it's just not the same without everyone there. I did laugh a lot this week though - it's great to finally have a job where I can be my messed-up self and still fit in. I bet this poor baby Cat-in-the-Hat is looking forward to the weekend...if he's even still alive. I was feeling a little desperate and was threatening his life with my butter knife. Man, do I ever sound like a psycho. I'm not though, I promise.
This weekend should be very relaxing; my husband is working Saturday so I'll have the apartment to myself which is great because I have some freelance to do. On Sunday he'll be home most of the day with me but then he's heading to Ontario until Wednesday night so I'll have lots of time to do all my girly stuff. I also plan on trying to do some stuff to change the look of my blog a little. One of my co-workers was kind enough (even after this exhausting week) to show me how to change the links on my sidebar and now I'm excited to try some other stuff. Baby steps though, I'm very much a computer virgin when it comes to anything more complicated than checking my email or surfing the net. I also put a new link up called The Idiosyncrasies. For now it's just a very long list of stupid things about me. I don't intend to write there a lot, just to post little tidbits and lists of silly stuff.
Anyhoo, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm trying to figure out what monstrosity to make for supper (again!) and I'm glad it's Friday. Have a great weekend!
This is my eye - my right eye to be exact. I love to take close up pictures of stuff, it doesn't really matter what it is, just stuff that looks cool close up. Today I don't really have anything to blog about, so I'm just going to post this pic and try to come up with something more exciting for tomorrow.
Oh yeah, just for an update on the "Mean Girl" situation...she is conveniently always home before me now, and she parks her car on the other side of the parking lot. Hee, hee - guess I scared her a little. Yay me!
Have you ever known one of those people that just seems to hate your guts for no apparent reason? Like you don't even know who they are, have never talked to them, never said "Hi" or "F-You" or "Man, can you believe this weather we're having?" There is a girl who lives in my building that gives me that vibe. I live in an apartment building, except it's only 2 stories and is more like townhouses than apartments. We all have our own outdoor entrance, patio/deck, etc. We have lived here for almost 3 years now and a lot of other people have come and gone. The apartment beside us has been occupied about 4 times since we've been here. But 'Mean Girl' and her boy-toy moved in about 7 months ago or so. I rarely see either one of them, there might actually be another guy living there too, it's hard to tell. Anyways, the boy-toy is very friendly, he says hi and was very concerned for me when my car got stolen in February - but that's it - it doesn't go beyond saying "Hi" or "Holy shit what happened to your car?" The first day I saw Mean Girl she was with some other chick and they were getting out of her car as I was getting out of mine. She looked over at me and as I opened my mouth to say hi she whipped her head around to her friend and said "I can't believe the people that live here, they're like sooo trashy" or something to that effect. Her friend turned to look at me, then they both laughed and stepped out in front of me and walked into her place. I was still standing at my car with my mouth hanging open by the time they got to her door. Those who know me, know that besides being messy I also tend to have somewhat of a temper. I managed to keep fairly cool but needless to say, the husband got an earful when I stomped into the house muttering "well I never..." and all that good stuff. Since that day, Mean Girl has continued to make snarky remarks and go out of her way to snub me if we have to walk past each other. Just what is up Mean Girl's ass? I have no idea - but I'm guessing it must be a hot poker wrapped in barbed wire, otherwise this girl is just a bitch.
Today was no exception to the crankiness of Mean Girl - except this time when she shot me a dirty look when we were getting out of our cars I said (in the most sugary-sweet voice you've ever heard) "Look bitch, I never did anything to you so why don't you pull your twisted panties out of your fat ass and lose the attitude?" I am pleased to report that I left her at her car staring after me with a gaping mouth today - sometimes people just need a taste of their own medicine.
PS If you click on this picture you should be able to see my 'beautiful' drawing. Enjoy.
I am soooo bored right now. My computer is acting like an asshole, I can't think of what to make for supper, I need to make an invoice for a freelance article I wrote, I have to call my friend and ask her how her boob job is doing, I have to pee, I'm dreading work tomorrow and I'm trying to figure out how to add pages to my blog. All these things are floating through my head, and yet, I am still bored. Didn't this picture turn out cool? It looks to me almost like there is water around the edges of the flower. Okay, I'm bored with talking about the stupid picture. I need to paint my toenails tonight, what colour? Who knows. Maybe I'll let them be naked for awhile. It's hot here. I think our air conditioner needs to be re-charged. It doesn't seem to get a cold as it used to; or maybe my blood is just hotter than it used to be. I didn't sleep very well last night because it was so hot. I was whiny at work today. Almost as whiny as I'm being in this blog. Whoa, and my mind is going all over the place. Yeah, so anyways, back to supper...I really don't feel like making anything too strenuous. I don't figure I'll make anything that will require me to break a sweat. Oh yummm, at work today we were talking about eating Kraft Dinner and hotdogs. I only eat Kraft Dinner about 4 times a year but I know we have some spiral KD in the cupboard. Yep, that's what I'm going to make for supper. Right after I go pee.
Woohoo! We finally went and got groceries after the husband got up today - we were like two kids in a candy store, except that we were two grown-ups (who act like kids) in a grocery store. We only spent about $150 which seems cheap since we were out of essentially everything, but the thing is that we spent all of that primarily on fruit. As you can see we bought blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, cherries and pineapple. But just outside of this picture sits bananas, apples, mangos, strawberries and peaches. I haven't had fruit for a week or so - needless to say I went a little overboard, but you just can't beat summertime fruit. Half of this we bought at the grocery store and the rest we bought at a fresh fruit stand near our apartment. Yummmmmmmm. However, as thrilled as I am about the fruit, the fridge is still in a pathetic state of emptiness. The only thing we added to it was chocolate milk (like we need more things to drink) and yogurt, which contains - you guessed it - fruit. Looks like we'll be going back to the grocery store tomorrow...sigh.
Good morning...I'm sure my blog posting time says something like 8:42am but it's actually 11am here in Winnipeg. I have fixed the damn time zone thing about 8 times but it keeps putting me on the Russian zone or something. Anyhoo, I got up about 25 minutes ago and I have to be quiet today because the hubby just got off nights and is trying to sleep. I figured what is more quiet than savouring a huge cup of coffee, writing a post, and then checking out some other blogs? On our fridge we have a bunch of word magnets (as you can see above) and the man and I love to put silly things on the fridge. He actually put this up quite a while ago and it has since been destroyed to write new things, but this is one of my favourites. I'm actually thinking of going to get another set of words, this is just a fairly basic set but there are a couple other ones with some more interesting words. Then I could re-write this as: the female gravitates earthword to derive the male's primate ardor. Not quite the same thing, but this just proves how nerdy I am. ;)
Arghhh...I see that Blogger is trying to make a liar out of me, as soon as I published this I checked the time on the post and it did, in fact, say 11am - fine, I guess I am a liar. Damn you Blogger!
Surprise, surprise, my apartment is a complete disaster area. Those of you who know me also know that I'm not the tidiest of people, which funnily enough, seems to just get worse with age. As a child my room always seemed to look like a whirlwind had taken up permanent residence but as I got older and moved out on my own I seemed to get a little better about picking up after myself. Then...I got married. All hell broke loose after that. My husband tends to be somewhat of a messy guy himself so the two of us are quite the pair. The thing is, our apartment is never dirty, just cluttered - there are always things sitting around. Most of the time 3/4's of the apartment are decent enough but the kitchen table and the bedroom are always in disaray. The table is always covered in papers and the bedroom is always covered in clothes, and I've probably only made our bed about 12 times in the six years that we've lived together. I have a hard time concentrating on only one thing at a time so the prospect of filing all the papers on the table or taking the time to sort out and hang up all the clothes is very daunting. Right now I am writing this blog entry, downloading music, making tea, watching a movie, making a grocery list, doing laundry and paying bills all at the same time. My mind only settles on one thing long enough to do about 3 minutes of it before I move on to the next, so it usually takes some time to get it all done. I really do have the best intentions of putting things away, but usually by the time I'm done with whatever it is I was using, I'm bored and can't be bothered to deal with it anymore. Does anyone else have this problem? It's almost as though I have an attention deficit disorder, except that I've always been this way and know that it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm a Gemini. It's great to be a Gemini; great but exhausting.
So as you can sort of see from this picture (it was dark at my house, sorry) my hair is no longer that blondey-redy-yellowy kind of colour as on my profile. While I did like my hair that colour, it has been ages since I've been some colour other than varying shades of blonde. So, in true Gemini fashion, I decided that I needed something different and I needed it NOW. Once I decide something like that I will go out of my way (and into everyone elses) to get it done. It turns out that I had to wait 5 days (which almost killed me) because my hairdresser was away on holidays. So tonight I told her I needed something dramatic and that I wanted my hair very dark with red/caramel highlights. She asked me if there was any chance we could discuss it and I said, not a chance, let's go. Once she admitted defeat with a big sigh and a laugh - she knows that there is no changing my mind - we set out to make me look gorgeous (or at least brunette). For the next hour or so I looked like a scary version of Medusa, minus the snake heads but plus tinfoil. The end result was some dark ass hair (I'll post better pictures later) but I love it, it's just the kind of change I needed. Whadaya think?
I may have my ass kicked for this...but I'm willing to risk it
The guy to the right is one of the people I work with at my new job. For his anonymity, let's call him Eric. Eric as you can see, is camera shy. He is also a little bit people shy. When I started at the job he was a little standoffish, and truth be known I was a little terrified of him. He didn't talk to me, he avoided all eye contact, and generally I just got the feeling that he didn't want me around. Over the last couple of months I've come to realize that this guy is in fact nothing like my first impression. (I can just hear my second grade teacher lecturing me not to judge a book by it's cover.) It turns out that he is very sweet, very complimentary and a crazily interesting person. He says things sometimes that are so funny, but it's almost as though he's surprised at how funny he actually is. He's not a showboat like I tend to be, always needing to be the center of attention; but rather observes quietly (except when he's groaning or swearing loudly in his office) and makes a point when he needs to. I've found that he will make eye contact with me now that he knows me a little better, and if I ask he's willing to let me have a peak into his mind. He also tries to be very tough; for example, he'll tell me he read my blog (which makes me happy) then he'll say that he can't remember what it was about (which totally rips me off). Today he said he read it last night just to make sure I didn't write anything about him, which I of course, took as an invitation to write all about him. He threatened all kinds of things if I went through with this, (I imagine I may be murdered just for the picture) but please 'Eric', just know that I did this because I think you're fantastic. (I know you're blushing.)
Whoa, do we ever need groceries. See how the top portion of the (dirty) fridge is completely full? That's where we keep beverages. That section is always full, plus the bottom left drawer is full of beer and the bottom right drawer is full of bottles of water. In the middle there is another can of beer, some margarine, a chunk of cheese and a carton of eggs that are more than likely expired. Our cupboards are just as empty as the fridge; we have some cereal, crackers, pasta and a can of mussels. My husband and I only seem to get groceries about once every month and a half or so. I have no idea how we manage to eat every month. I guess we eat out too often, and other times our parents are in the city and take us out or one of us is working. I think that's probably the worst thing - when I'm working late the hubby just picks up fast food, and when he's working nights I either just don't eat or I eat a little bit of all the crap that's in the house. Like one night last week I ate about 10 Doritos, 4 marshmallows, a bottle of water and a couple mouthfuls of peach yogurt. The next night I had 2 cookies, a can of grapefruit pop and a bowl of mini wheats. I have some of the worst eating habits ever. Oh yeah, how do you like the colour of that fridge? Pretty hot I know. Not everyone can pull off a baby vomit colour fridge, lucky thing I look good next to bile! Hope everyone has more groceries than me - Bon Appetit!
Remember the Robin's eggs from a few posts ago? The fuzzy little bird to the left is one of those eggs, the other 3 are behind him but this one was hanging out of the nest checking me out so he got to have his picture taken. The other pic is the railroad bridge in my parents town that goes over the river that separates Ontario from Minnesota. Anyways, obviously I went home again this weekend. There was a lot of family down and it was my brothers 14th birthday so there was stuff going on all weekend. I was supposed to come home last night (it's a 3 hour drive back to the city) but I got drinking with some of my family members and ended up staying up till about 2am. I was up at 5:30 to drive back to the city this morning, but of course I was running late so I careened into the city at about 8:52am. Let's just say that I drove fast enough to knock 30 minutes off my driving time. Thank god the cops are all too lazy to be up at that time of the morning cruising the highway. Anyways, I have good feelings about this week - since last week was such a nightmare it can only get better, right? Right? Someone better think I'm right - I can't take any more bad luck.
I want to scream my head off everytime I think about my poor car. As you can see, the back right passenger door got a wicked dent and scratch in it today from some explitive, explitive, if I ever get my hands on them, explitive, explitive...and I could go on but I'll stop. I was so happy today, work was starting to get back on track and I was in a great mood. I went in early so I could leave a little early for a doctor's appointment, so when I left this is what I saw. My poor new car, I've had him (Bruce) for 3 and a half months and he's been assaulted already. I actually cried when my other car Petunia was stolen earlier this year. I think I was so traumatized because I had her for 6 years and she was a great car, then some punks stole her in the middle of the night and did so much damage that she was written off. When my husband and I went to the police yard to take our personal effects from inside and we drove away I bawled for about half an hour, it felt like we were leaving a person there. Anyways, I never saw a car parked next to Bruce today so I can't even guess who it was. But I've half a mind to search all the silver vehicles in the parking lot tomorrow searching for hints of blue paint. And so help me god, if I find the car...let's just say... Hell hath no fury like a pissed off Gemini woman! Aghhhhh, now I'm all riled up again, I better go to bed. Nothing better happen to this damn car tomorrow - a parking ticket and a dent and scratch are about all I can handle in one week!
After the last two weeks, (I am so whiny, I know) I think this freaky hand guy is what I must look like to the outside world - at least that's what I feel I look like. I've having a little spat of insomnia because of my paranoia about forgetting to do things at work and I haven't had a real meal since Saturday so I'm feeling a little on edge and run down. Being a Gemini, I loathe feeling this way. I'm looking forward to the other editor being back tomorrow, though not so excited about seeing the look on her face when I explain why there is enough work piled up to keep us both busy for two weeks straight; with no meals...no sleep...no bathroom breaks...or showers...or sex. Yikes! Today was such a weird day, which is usually something I enjoy, but today it was a weird kind of weird day if you know what I mean. First I spilled coffee on my shirt, it left a stain. Then I opened my email and found out that I got a freelance job for a magazine that I've been dying to write for (yay me!). Then I found out that I had to do an "urgent" interview with a client (urgent like, this interview needs to be done, written up and on my bosses desk in an hour). Then I re-read my email and realized that the magazine freelance job is going to pay me almost triple (per word) what I've made in the past (yay again!). Then I get two more "urgent" projects that are both somehow my number one priority. How is it possible to have two things be my single most important task? Amazingly, I usually about five things are my "number one priority." Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, then one of the dudes I work with gives me a compliment about a mistake I caught on a book he was working on - that was exciting for me because it always feels good to get a genuine compliment, especially when you're the new girl. Then I go to do a telephone interview for a different freelance piece which should have taken me about 20 minutes. It went great, the guy was super nice and made my job easy, however my 20 minute interview turned into an hour and a half. So basically, my afternoon was spent on the phone. I stayed an hour late getting a little bit of stuff done, then grabbed a couple hours worth of work to take home with me. As I got to my car in the parking lot at 6:07 pm, I see a ticket under my windshield wiper. A ticket for $63.50...because I was 7 minutes late to the parking lot. Nobody was even parked there anymore, why did it even matter? Because some other prick was having a bad day I guess. Whatever - I jumped in my car, swore at shitty drivers all the way home, screeched into my parking spot, ran into the house, tore my pants off, poured myself a drink, popped 2 Tylenol, and called my best friend in the Bahamas to bitch. So now, I've finished my extra work, I'm tired, my face probably looks like the hand above, (by the way - thanks for posing for the camera PJ) so I'm going to bed. Good night.
Surprise, surprise...only a couple weeks into this whole blogging thing and I'm already apologizing for missing days. Anyways, one of the guys I work with and I were trying to think of things to write about in our blogs today - it always seems that I only have ideas when I'm nowhere near a paper or pen; like in the middle of a conference call while I'm speaking, when I'm going pee, when I'm at the border talking to a customs agent. Always the most inopportune times. So yeah, whoa, went on a bit of a tangent there - so we're talking about blog ideas and his wife calls him and he says something about his idea of a comfortable night is to be at home with no pants on. And that, my friends, got me thinking. Why is it so great not to have pants on? I mean, there are some wonderful comfy pants out there that are soft and warm and cuddly and would strike most people as the perfect bumming around attire. However, as a pantless girl myself, I have to agree that no pants is the only way to go. Basically I walk in the door, kiss my husband, walk into the bedroom and de-pants. Sometimes, like today, I make it about 5 steps inside the front door before I strip down, and then I proceed to leave my pants in the middle of the entryway. Why? Well firstly, my husband is out of town, so I can be as messy as I want, secondly, my apartment was stifling and I got a blast of heat as soon as I opened the door, thirdly, I picked up a 6 inch veggie sub from Subway for supper (oily sub sauce is a no-no for white pants, or any pants for that matter) and fourthly, I just love to not have pants on. Half the time my husband and I just walk around in our underwear and in the last while I've met quite a few people who also enjoy going pantless whenever possible. What about you? Do you enjoy the no pants aspect when you're at home? If you're usually a fully clothed person, I highly recommend trying the pantless, or even naked route. I bet that within a week you'll be completely comfortable and itching every day to get home and de-pants.
Yikes...what a crazy week! The other editor where I work is on holidays this week and most of next so I've been doing my work as well as hers. I can't believe how much crap there is to take care of at work! As I mentioned before, I've only been working at this place for about two and a half months, so I'm still pretty much a newbie. The other editor has been fantastic about easing me into the job - giving me new things each week to kind of build up the level of how much responsibility I have. I totally appreciate the way she's done that because I haven't felt too overwhelmed this way. But, oh my ef-in god! With her gone it is complete chaos. I don't know if I've actually finished anything I've started yet this week. As soon as I get 5 minutes into something and make some progress, either my phone is ringing, or my email is dinging, or one of the (he, he) whiney designers needs my help with something. Man, once I read over that, I totally sound like a big suck. The truth is - I feel totally chaotic, but for the most part I thrive in that type of environment. The more people are freaking that what they need needs to be done "RIGHT NOW!" the more hyped up I get. The more pressure the better. I think that's why I like doing freelance writing though. Sometimes I get calls at six o'clock at night because a story is due in the morning and I have to drive to the other side of the city to do an interview (because of course the person I'm interviewing can't take pictures of the new retractable fence they've created for their uncle's cattle farm out of pipe cleaners, wood glue, old bicycle tires and pine cones and just email them to me - oh no - they don't even own one of "dem der new fangled com-pooters that all you yung punks have deese days") so why don't I just hop on my sky-rocket and be there in 20 minutes? But I digress, yes I do enjoy the pressure of tight deadlines regardless of what I have to do to get the job done. The crazier the better. So the pics above are my disaster area desk at about 4:30 this afternoon, and the other is the frustration I took out on the Winnie the Pooh punching bag that we actually have in the office. Tomorrow is another day, whooo roadtrip! So have a great weekend!
As I mentioned yesterday, I was at my parents house this long weekend. Nothing particularly thrilling usually happens there but that may be the best quality about going there to visit. After being moved away from that little town for over 8 years, it's still home to me and the only place that I can actually really relax. Gag, gag. I know, that sounds like an excerpt from a Little House on the Prairie novel, but it's true. I spent most of the weekend hanging out with my brother and mom. My dad was home one of the days too and it was nice getting to just sit around. I took a bunch of my cameras with me and was snap-happy the whole time I was home. It was cool though because my mom and I drove out to the country to the house my grandpa grew up in, then lived with my grandma and their 7 kids before moving to a place in town. The place has long been forgotten but that just makes it all the more interesting. My mom walked around the yard telling me all about the things they used to do there. They had a full on farm so there were chicken coops, horse stables, 2 open wells and this house was tiny. Tiny like I can't imagine living there with my husband and one kid, let alone 7. Anyways, the eggs in the pic above were in a Robin's nest under my parents sundeck (it is hard to take a good picture when the space between the deck boards in half an inch, let me tell ya). The other pic was on my drive back to Manitoba; I tell you there is something about the way the sun comes through clouds that gets me every time. I cannot keep driving when I see light like that - and I have the rolls and rolls of film to prove it. Not the most thrilling blog entry, I know - I promise tomorrow will have you so excited that you pee just a little.
Oh man, what a loser I am. My husband is currently working nights so since I was away at my parents house all weekend I figured that I'd take tonight after work to do some junk I've been putting off. Not what most would call a thrilling evening I realize, but sometimes it's nice just to sit around, uninterrupted, and leisurely do what you gotta do. So at the advice of a co-worker, I decided to have some wine while I was getting all my stuff done. (He actually advised me to get wasted, but I figured a glass or two would suffice.) Anyway, so I came home, had a quick supper with the hubby before he left, slipped into some comfy duds, turned on some tunes and realized that there was no wine in the house. Fine, whatever, I'm not going to complain - I have a cupboard full of liquor that rarely sees the light of day. So I mix myself a drink, crank up the tunes and proceed to go about my good wife duties. I throw in a load of laundry, iron my pants for tomorrow, and begin going through the literal mountain of papers on our kitchen table. (Do most people actually eat at their table? The concept is foreign to me.) I get through about a third of the papers and decide that it's time for another drink, so off I go into the kitchen to mix it up. Then the idea pops into my mind that I deserve to sit on the couch for a few minutes and savour my drink. So I sink into the couch, congratulating myself on being such a good girl and getting so much accomplished. Then the phone rings...but I find myself puzzled that I can't actually see the phone from where I am. What the hell? Where am I? As I peel myself off the couch (where I have unceremoniously planted myself face first), I realize as the answering machine picks up that I have been out cold for over an hour. And to add insult to injury, I now have a dried puddle of drool on my couch that has to be scrubbed off. Somehow, my drink glass is empty, although I don't actually remember finishing that drink, nor deciding it would be a good idea to lie down and have a nap. I am either the cheapest drunk or the biggest loser ever - maybe a touch of both. Either way, it's sweltering in here, I'm tired and all I wanna do is go to bed. 'Night. PS I noticed my blog posting time is actually a lot earlier than it really is here, so in an effort to redeem a little bit of coolness, (oh yeah, this makes me cool) it's actually 11pm here, not 8 or whatever the posting time says. Oh baby...I am sooooo cool.
I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m extremely curious. I hunger for knowledge, but I’m hopelessly lazy. I have dreams nearly beyond the scope of imagination. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I adore curse words. I’m easy to read, yet amazingly complicated. Next to my daughter, belly laughs are the highlight of my day.
Essentially I’m a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, rolled in make-believe, dipped in immaturity, and sprinkled with sarcasm.