Eeeee!

Guess what it might do soon?

I'm trying not to get too excited just in case it doesn't manage to quite happen.

But I think I'm maybe already too excited.

Because I likes it!

But I know not everyone else does.

So I haven't told very many people that I'm seriously excited that it might you-know-what soon!

Eeeeeeee!

Aw Nuts!

I read romance novels every once in a while. Usually on a beach during the summer, admittedly, but last month, after a trip to the used book store (Hello, my name's Victoria and I have an addiction to books.) (Hi Victoria) I decided to read a romance to give my brain a mini-holiday.

Man oh man, did it ever fit all my "cheesy romance novel" stereotypes. I'm not exaggerating when I say I rolled my eyes while reading the first chapter.

I really did.

Actually.

Literally.

And for the majority of the book I was groaning at the clichés and formulaic writing and how it all just worked out the way I knew it would and how it reminded me of what I used to think love was like and how I still secretly wish I could find a hunky hunky dream of a man who'd fall for me at first glance, but MAN was this book even cheesy.

But now that I'm done the book and the eye-rolling has ceased and it all worked out happily (just like I knew it would) I find myself missing the characters and wishing I was still reading it.

Go figure.

'Til It's Gone

For the past few months (and the only reason I know this is that it correlates to me buying my car) there's this one light I stop at on my drive to work that's right in front of a coffee shop.

For whatever reason, one morning, I glanced over into the coffee shop and noticed an older gentleman sitting on a stool by the window, drinking from his red re-usable mug, reading his paper.

I smiled to myself, because he seemed cozy and happy, and I drove off to work.

The next morning, again, for whatever reason, when I stopped at that light, I glanced over again to see if he was there.

He was and I smiled and headed on my way.

Months I did this.

Months he was there.

And for all I know, had been there for months before I just happened, for whatever reason, to look over and see him there enjoying his morning ritual.

The reason I mention it now is that I hadn't really noticed I was doing this; looking out for my morning drive buddy, until I noticed him *not* being there a few days ago.

And now I find myself missing him, worrying about him, hoping he's ok.

It's funny the little things that become a part of your life without you even knowing. And the people that are a part of your day without them even knowing.

I wish someone else would start sitting in his seat if he's not going to be there, reading his paper, drinking from his red re-usable mug.

Another Thing

Another thing about my new car?

I finally understand why some people love to drive.

I've found if I drive along beach drive (which is a road along the water here in town) at night with no one there but me and my music and no streetlights to stop me, it's just so relaxing.

And that's nice.

Really nice.

Well Then

I was hit by a thought as I lay in bed last night.



The last man who shared my bed with me, the last man I lay in bed with?


Is now married.


I don't know what I think about that.

Know What?

Hey, did you guys know that today's Saturday?

And do you know what my favourite thing about today is?

I don't have to work!

You may all now proceed with your celebrations.

Woot!

Stephan Pastis Is My Hero

Because this makes me laugh out loud.









Once again, ladies and gentlemen, Pearls Before Swine.

*Wild applause*

Um, You Guys?

I have so many paper cuts on my right hand right now.

Seriously? I have (wait, let me double check) seven.

SEVEN! I have seven paper cuts on my fingers.

And one of them isn't even a paper cut. It's a plastic cut.

And a couple of weeks ago I got a metal foil wrap pack cut.

What's with that? Who gets that many paper cuts on one hand in one week?

Seriously!

Sploosh

I went swimming last week with some friends of mine who have a nine year old daughter.

Now, I've always loved water, but it's been a number of years since I've swum in a pool (as opposed to swimming in lovely salty, tropical oceans such as the one you see here... ahhhhhhh.) as it's just not something I'd do on my own.

The best part about it was the my friends' daughter wanted me to come do all the fun stuff with her. Like go on the rope swing that SWINGS YOU RIGHT INTO THE WATER (and I'd never in my life before used one and how could I have lived this long and not done such a fun thing?)! And then go on the waterslide (that was so much fun I laughed the whole way down and then got right back up there and kept on going back up until they closed the thing at which point I returned to the rope swing.)

Let me tell you, it was so much fun!

I can't wait to go back and see how many times I can go down the waterslide and how high I can splash off of the rope swing.

It so rocked!

Guess What?

So, guess what I just found out? I'm going to be a bridesmaid!

I've never been a bridesmaid before, and so when I asked what my duties were, I was informed that one of my most important jobs would be to make out with the hot, single groomsman.

And let me tell you folks, I'm not one to let my friend down on her big day. If that's what she needs me to do, that's what I'm going to do.



Maybe I should arrange some practice sessions beforehand?

A Peek Inside

So, do you remember way back when, a monthish or so ago, I mentioned, or, didn't mention more like, that I'd met a nice, single, happens to be male, person?

Right, so, we've hung out a few times and I guess I just felt the need to tell you that.

And, no, I don't know where it's going or where it might go, but I am fairly sure that at some point, possibly soonish, I'll let him know that I write here and that's always a weird thing for me, so I don't quite know how I feel about that.

I mean, it's one thing to write about someone knowing they'll probably never read here, but it's another to write about someone knowing that they might. Or will.

Because on the one hand I do like being able to say anything and everything I want on here, but on the other hand, people are entitled to their privacy. Even on an anonymous / pseudononymous (dude, is that a word?) blog.

Lots of times I like to just write whatever it is that comes into my brain down here and somehow in doing that I make a little more sense of it, but what if what I'm making sense of isn't . . . I dunno, isn't what someone else might like to hear? Or what if in trying to babble it out, I say something that someone takes the wrong way and then I'm stuck in a position of having my words taken as proof of something I didn't intend.

And, yes, I am aware that for a friendship or relationship to be a good, healthy one, these conversations should take place between the two people, but don't you think it might be uncomfortable to have those conversations out on the internet where everyone and their cousin can read them and know what your friend or whatever is thinking?

I just don't know. Haven't had that conversation yet. Haven't said "Hey, I have this place, like a personal diary. Except people read it. Sometimes more than two. But they don't know who I am. Except the one or two that do. And so I don't want you to read it. Because if you read it I will have to edit my thoughts and I hate thinking that way. And I think it would be weird if you read it. But if I don't tell you about it that's kind of like lying. Ooops, sorry, my brain just exploded, sorry about the mess."

Plus it's all backwards this time.

Backwards from how I normally start a relationship. Not that I'm starting a relationship. But I would have to say that I'm making an attempt at gaining a single male friend. And I know I've changed a lot since Smith, and I don't think I quite know how to be.

And I don't know how to have a guy friend.

And it's weird.

It's Like I'm Psychic

As I thought, I am heading out of town for a few days on semi-spy related business. (See how I'm trying to throw you off the track there? That's some darn good spy training in action right there my friends!)

I should be back Monday-ish, so in the meanwhile, I'm going to have to ask you guys to hold the fort down around here. Or, is that just "hold the fort"? Wait. I can't leave without the right cliché in place!

(Uh oh, Google says both, now what do I do?)

Recycling is Good for the Environment

After re-finding yesterday's post, I kept on revisiting November 2006 (I really should read my archives one of these days. Sometimes I'm pretty darn funny.) and I found this post, which I decided to re-do, this time, allowing/forcing myself to give two word answers.

Feel free to join in in comments or on your own blog!

Yourself: Currently happy
Your partner: Still waiting
Your hair: Shoulder length
Your mother: Brings smiles
Your father: Very funny
Your favorite item: Not sure
Your dream last night: Don't remember
Your favorite drink: Still Bellinis
Your dream car: Sleek silver
Your dream home: Does exist
The room you are in: My favourite
Your ex: Got married
Your fear: Not knowing
Where you want to be in ten years: Relaxing happily
Who you hung out with last night: Good people
What you're not: Very hungry
Muffins: Can't eat
One of your wish list items: More books!
Time: Is relative
The last thing you did: Ate Skittles
What you are wearing: Bath robe
Your favorite weather: Sunny warmth
Your favorite book: So many!
Last thing you ate: Those Skittles
Your life: Happily great
Your mood: Pretty neutral
Your best friends: Super people
What are you thinking about right now: Typing this
Your car: IS AWESOME!
What are you doing at the moment: Lying down
Your summer: Coming soon?
Relationship status: Not exactly
What is on your tv: Turned off
What is the weather like: Cold rainy
When is the last time you laughed: Last night

Heh

So I was still feeling all grumbly and in a funk-y and I decided that maybe it was a seasonal thing and that I should go back into my old November posts and check if maybe just every November I get in a miserable-type mood of not wanting to do anything.

And then I found this post. And now I feel better!

I mean, come on. How could you not feel better after that?

. . .

I don't feel like talking.

Don't feel like saying anything. I don't feel like typing out a post.

I think it's just that I don't feel like I have the energy to think. Don't have the brain power to think of something to talk about and then talk about it.

Don't feel like sitting down and sorting out what I'm thinking.

And I don't feel like being nice.

Not that that necessarily has anything to do with anything. Just the thought that popped into my head as I was typing.

I'm feeling better physically. The cold is almost entirely gone, and that's good, but I just feel tired and, apparently, whiny.

And I don't want to talk.

Maybe I'll just give myself the week off from blogging.

Maybe I won't.

Guess we'll all have to wait til tomorrow to find out, eh?

Damn, I hate cliffhangers.