Whoops

Just gotta press pause on the blog for a couple of days here because I totally forgot to write any posts and don't have time to write any right this second or day or three, so pause.

*Pause*

And in case I miss it, Happy Canada Day!

Heh

I forgot to tell you about a funny my brain made last week at the Tragically Hip concert.

See, when Gord Downey (the lead singer) called out "Hello Victoria!", for just a moment, I thought he was talking to me.

Even though "Victoria" isn't my *real* name.

And is the name of the city I live in.

Ahem.

My brain's teh awesome!

Cool

My apartment building has two large bins out back, one for garbage, and one next to it for paper.

(We also have two bins for plastic recycling, but they're not really part of the story. I just didn't want to leave them out in case they felt neglected)

My parents asked me if I'd stop off at their place on my way home from work the other day and push their garbage cans into the garage since they were going to be out of town for a couple of days.

Because I didn't want to forget, and when I'm busy my mind sometimes forgets, I wrote myself a note that said "garbage cans" and stuck it in my car so I'd see it on the way home.

I did, and did my daughterly duty on my way home.

When I got back to my place, I went over to the bins and threw the "garbage cans" note into the paper recycling bin.

Right as I let it go, however, a big gust of wind came along, picked it up and carried it right over into the garbage bin.

I guess the Universe took the note literally, eh?

More Than Odd

Woke up this morning and my arm was totally asleep.

I mean, I've had my arm fall asleep on me before, but this was different. I couldn't feel it AT ALL.

I had to actually pick it up (and I couldn't feel my own fingers touching my own arm!) and throw it off of me across the bed and because I still couldn't feel it at all (!) and was still totally asleep I had to tell myself "wiggle fingers".

It was a really odd, disturbing feeling, and made me feel very blessed that my body functions as well as it does.

N is for . . .

newness and nouns and navigating through this thing called life

and N is for nicknames and nebulas and nunchucks, of course

and N is for the narwhales and never neglecting their naughty nature

and N is for nudity and night night and Nana and noodles

N is for naptime and naming and no, no, no no-ing

but don't forget N is for nerds and nobility, no nonsense filled notariety

N is nostalgia and the necessary needs

N is novel and nutty and nice and naieve

and N is for numbers and never and now

but

without you this post would be Nothing, and how!

I Laughed Out Loud

Saw a hilarious bumper sticker yesterday on a big ol truck.

This car is a hybrid:
Gasoline + Duct tape.

Heh.

Baroo?

Look! A photo of cute, smiling children!

To distract you from the fact that I, in fact, apparently *do* have Celiac disease, as the specialist just informed me Thursday.

So, ok.

Kids! Cute! Look!

Awesomeness

Not yesterday, but the day before the day before not yesterday, I went to see the Tragically Hip.

As always, they were awesome. Awesome, awesome, awesome.

Every time I go to a concert, I'm reminded how much I love music, and how very much I love live music and I'm always reminded how very very much I love being part of a crowd of a few thousand people all singing along to a song.

Awesome.

Oh, yeah!

I almost forgot to wish you a Happy Father's Day!

So if you *are* a father or *have* a father; happy Father's Day to you.

(I think the occasion warrants the re-use of this photo, yes?)

Happy Father's Day y'all.

Um

I know it's only morning, but I'm tired enough that I'm already counting down to bedtime!

Brain's Still Melted

Y'all are smart, so help me out here.

I can't, for the life of me, come up with a decent "N is for..." post title to write about.

So, here's where you get to play the role of my brain for me. What do you want me to write about that starts with N?

Cuz, really, the only word that's coming to my mind right now is "nunchucks" and I have no idea how I'd write a post about nunchucks.

I Didn't Know If I Should Laugh or Cry

I was driving along yesterday evening(ish) when up ahead of me an adorable german shepherd dog walked itself across the cross walk.

I'm guessing it had walked across that cross walk with its owner a bunch of times before, because it walked exactly like it knew what it was doing.

Hopefully it made it home safe.

Reaction

Ran into Bird this weekend.

Yep, Bird.

Wasn't expecting it, but it didn't seem weird to see him as I've been thinking about him lately.

Not in any romantic way, just in a sort of "gee, I wonder what he's up to and miss him" kind of way.

What I realized this weekend, when seeing him made me want to cry and run in the opposite direction, or possibly run in the other direction while crying, is that I guess I fell back into believing some sort of magical thinking version of him might be what was real. And maybe that imaginary version of him would come back into my life and fill my "snuggle void". (A term I've just made up!)

So it was good and not good to see him and I'm ok, but it took a good long venting talk with a girlfriend to make me feel better.

I have to say though, I was surprised by how strong my reaction to him was. I really thought I'd moved far far on from all that.

Things That Make You Go Hmmmmm

Here's what I've been wondering.

Why were my (male) neighbours vacuuming at 10pm on Sunday night?

Crunch

I heard a car accident yesterday.

And if you've ever heard one, you know the distinctive screech/crunch sound it makes.

Once I'd heard it, I turned to see if everyone was ok, (it was just a minor bump up) and I remembered the moment after we were hit in our accident,and my brain/body connection kicked in and my neck started hurting and I started feeling like crying.

Guess I'm not as over the accident as I'd thought.

Will just have to keep on getting better.