Saturday, 29 September 2007

Just Checking

Y'all didn't forget, did you?

Friday, 28 September 2007

I Believe

Life is an amazing, beautiful, loving thing.

My life, with or without a boyfriend feels good again, feels fine. I'm finding joy in things again and I'm so grateful for that. I wasn't always sure I'd make it back to this place, to be honest.

This post isn't as coherent and I'd like to be, I'm having a hard time putting my feelings into words what will make sense to you...but:

The skies have been breathtaking these last few evenings....


This site lets me connect to human beings in a way that lifts me up and reminds me how wonderful human beings can be and how much I love people, how good we all can be....


My bed is so comfortable at the end of a long day that I smile each time I flop down in it....


I believe, one again, that everything's going to be OK.

I'd hug you all right now if I could. And while I'm feeling this way, let's enjoy it.... go hug someone for me kay?

Thursday, 27 September 2007

I Know

I'm supposed to be feeling, or not feeling, certain things in regards to Smith by now. Or so I figure.

See, it's easy enough to be on the outside looking in.

I can give my girlfriends advice about their relationships and when to move on and why their Ex wasn't worth it.

I can read other people's stories and feel like it's clear who they should be with and who's not right for them.

I know what I'd be telling me were I an outside observer and I know what my friends and family and many of you are telling me.

But here, on the inside, the answer doesn't seem so clear.

Which must be frustrating for those of you on the outside.

Sometimes I think the only person who maybe comes close to understanding why things are still fuzzy in my brain is Smith.

I know that years from now I'll understand what was meant to be between the two of us and I'll have learned and grown and fallen in love again.

I just don't know, yet, with whom.

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

I Have

So very much to say and so many stories and tales and things to tell you about but I don't have the time right now to sit down and tell them.

It's frustrating in an almost amusing kind of way when I compare it to the times I've had nothing to say and all the time in the world to say it. I guess life is like that.

I still haven't told you about Beer Fest or the guys I've dated or any of the other things I've been thinking about lately coughcoughSmithcoughcough.

But, hey, I found an old friend again the other day, so that was cool.

And hopefully things will settle down with work soon so that I can do more than come home late and collapse into bed just in time to get up and do it all again. The work? Is not the easy right now.

Tuesday, 25 September 2007

I Wonder

Do people get better looking when you're single? Because, I swear, this guy at work was never this good looking before Smith broke up with me.

Monday, 24 September 2007

Long Distance Relationships: Redux

So. Long distance relationships.

Seeing as I've come to the end of my (what is it now?) fourth long distance relationship, I find I have some more thoughts and questions about it all.

First of all, in my experience it has been the guy who backs out of the long distance thing, not me, and I have now heard the same reason at least twice: "I want to have the person I love next to me all the time. I want to wake up with them."

Which makes me wonder, are men wimps?

One would think that we emotional, hormone laden women would be the ones whimpering from lack of companionship, so why is it that the men claim they can't handle it? Is it just an excuse, an easier way to end things? I mean, seriously, no one misses cuddling and intimacy more than I do, so why am I never the one ending a relationship that has none?

Also, I'm thinking that long distance relationships may be for the young(er). Maybe it's easier when you're in University or haven't established yourself in your career/job.

Maybe when you're 19 and a lingerie salesgirl at the local department store you don't care where you end up.

Maybe when you're just out of University and you don't mind where you get your first job it's easier to up and move to who knows where to be with someone.

Once you've been settled in a job for a while, especially one where you accrue seniority or raises or have good benefits, it's difficult to consider moving for someone, there's "grown up" stuff that comes in to play.

I certainly know it's a big thing to consider leaving your job not knowing what you're walking into. And maybe when you're younger it's easier. Or not?

Perhaps, once again I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do know that Long Distance relationships and I don't have a good track record and that next time I'm in a relationship, I'd really prefer it was with someone who lived in the same town as me. Permanently.

Sunday, 23 September 2007

L'art du déplacement

I've decided that Parkour is the first thing in a while to make me wish I could do my life all over again. It's like dance and climbing and extreme sport mixed all together and may be the coolest thing I've ever seen and I'd love to feel that rush.

I remember seeing a tv commercial that had these crazy people running and jumping off buildings, but I didn't realize it was more than a one off thing.

Parkour and Free Running 

Seriously. Have you ever seen anything cooler? Human beings amaze me sometimes. I love seeing the body used in such cool ways and people pushing themselves beyond what we expect we are able to do.

And yes, I will confess, my attention was brought back around to this sport by Survivor China and this guy who in the first episode talked about this sport that he did and how it was looking at the best way to get over things; walls, rails, whatever. Effing cool.

There is some amazing footage out there, so if you've got an hour to kill, go ahead and Google Parkour or Free Running. Amazing.

Friday, 21 September 2007

Too Much.

I was going to come home and post about how happy I am that it's the weekend and that my cold is almost gone, but we went out after work and I decided to eat a whole burger and it came with two patties and I didn't realize that until I was nearly done and I think I'd like to die now.

So, I'm here to tell you to go do this because it's totally awesome.

I need to Melbourne*.

*"Call Australia"?

Thursday, 20 September 2007

Dragonfly *

I was in my local video store the other week renting a couple of movies. (Um, ok, that was an awesome sentence, because, what else would I have been doing at a video store? Buying cheese?)

I was up at the counter, waiting while the gal typed in the secret codes (or whatever it is they type in, and can I point out the awesomeness of this sentence too, starting almost identically to the first one? I am on a roll) when I got a tap on the shoulder. I turned towards the tapper, expecting to find out I'd dropped something, and found myself facing a smiling older woman.

Who just looked at me.

So I looked back, waiting.

"Hi" she said. "How are you?"

"Um, good." I replied, always polite, waiting

"What are you up to?" she asked, and it dawned on me that the look on her face wasn't that of someone making idle conversation, but was the look of someone who expected me to know who she was.

And, while this should probably have been the moment I inclined my head and said "I'm sorry, I don't remember how I know you." I just couldn't do it. See, I get falsely recognized quite a lot. People often tell me I look like their cousin, their neighbour, that girl they used to work with, but usually after they take a closer look they realize I'm not who they thought and they laugh and tell me who they had mistaken me for. And she seemed SO sure we knew each other.

I didn't know what to do. It was way past the point of her realizing she was mistaken and past the point of me asking her to remind me how we knew each other because, dude, I really had no idea who this woman was or why I might know her. So I kept on going. Because I'm a chicken like that. Being shy doesn't help in these socially awkward situations, you know.

"Um, I'm just doing spy work, you know" I mumbled, assuming she'd realize she didn't know any spies. But she nodded and went on, "And what else? What's going on with you?"

"Uh, just, you know, renting some romantic comedies because I can" I said, realizing I couldn't say anything more without making her wonder what had happened to the possible husband and kids she might think I have. My brain was going a mile a minute so I did the obvious and turned the tables; "And you?" I asked, thinking more information might trigger my memory if I did, actually, know her from somewhere.

"Oh, I'm watching these because you know Al won't!" she joked, because, well obviously, I know Al! That crazy Al.

So I flustered around, made as quick an escape as I could, all the while really trying to figure out if I had any idea how I might possibly know this woman. Because I didn't. I so had no idea who she was. I still don't.

I grabbed my videos and took off home, calling several people to ask if they knew an older woman with a husband called Al. I still have no idea who she is. Was.

As I cracked open my videos, I realized in my haste to get out of the awkwardness, I'd taken hers by mistake.

So, Al's wife who wanted to watch Dreamgirls? Sorry, I'm not who you thought I was. I'm sorry. I wish I'd said something.

And I'm not just saying that because I'm a spy.


*Hi, I'm the title and I have nothing to do with the post. Just in case you were confused. Which, Victoria promises me you weren't. She says you are smart. So ok.

Wednesday, 19 September 2007


How could I be forgettin' again? Curses.

The basics (from them who knows best.)

Here are the five basic words that you cannot live without. Master them, and you can face Talk Like a Pirate Day with a smile on your face and a parrot on your shoulder, if that's your thing.

Ahoy! - "Hello!"

Avast! - Stop and give attention. It can be used in a sense of surprise.

Aye! - "Why yes, I agree most heartily with everything you just said or did."

Aye aye!
- "I'll get right on that sir!"

Arrr! - This one is often confused with arrrgh, which is of course the sound you make when you sit on a belaying pin. "Arrr!" can mean, variously, "yes," "I agree," "I'm happy," "I'm enjoying this beer," "My team is going to win it all," "I saw that television show, it sucked!" and "That was a clever remark you or I just made." And those are just a few of the myriad possibilities of Arrr!

Once you've mastered the basics, you're ready to start expanding your pirate vocabulary. Try these for starters

Beauty – The best possible pirate address for a woman. Always preceded by “me,” as in, “C’mere, me beauty,” or even, “me buxom beauty.”

Bilge rat – The bilge is the lowest level of the ship. It’s loaded with ballast and slimy, reeking water. A bilge rat, then, is a rat that lives in the worst place on the ship.

Bung hole – Victuals on a ship were stored in wooden casks. The stopper in the barrel is called the bung, and the hole is called the bung hole. That’s all. It sounds a lot worse, doesn’t it?

– An alcoholic drink, usually rum diluted with water.

Hornpipe – Both a single-reeded musical instrument sailors often had aboard ship, and a spirited dance that sailors do.

Lubber – (or land lubber) This is the seaman’s version of land lover, mangled by typical pirate disregard for elocution. A lubber is someone who does not go to sea, who stays on the land.

Smartly – Do something quickly.

Now smartly you lubbers and have some grog for me, arrr!

Tuesday, 18 September 2007

Out Of My Mind, Onto My Couch

I'm no better, as far as I can tell and am feeling rather like a Victorian lady, all weak and prone to spells and not really in possession of a working brain at all. It's terrible timing for work so I'll be back in tomorrow. Not sure that I'll be much use, but I don't have a whole lot of choice.

Or, at least, that's the way it feels.

It's times like these that I miss having a boyfriend; someone to cheer me up and call me and check to see how I'm doing. Someone to give me some sympathy and maybe even tuck me in and take care of me. Someone to baby me, I suppose.

Smith has been a touchy subject lately (speaking of not having a boyfriend), even around here. (I've received a couple of comments lately that suggested that it's time I "move on" and "get over" him. Which, you know, fair enough, but I'm going at my own pace here and doing the best I can.) Unfortunately, when I think about Smith these days my thoughts tend to be bitter and angry and that's just no fun to talk about.

I also keep in mind that Smith reads here occasionally and knowing that I'm aware of not turning this into a myspace type thing where the Exes post nasty things about each other for the whole interweb to see. So I try to let myself calm down before I post anything I think I might regret later. Hence, many deleted posts that never make it past draft stage.

But what was my point?

Right. It's in my low, quiet moments that I miss being in a relationship, and right now that feeling is generalized to Smith. (I've had the occasional odd moment of missing an Ex from two or three years ago, but that's probably just my psyche messing with me) I'll go through a whole day being beyond angry at Smith and then will be sitting reading, or watching a video and I'll suddenly want to call him and tell him I love him and can't we just work it out and be together?

Which is odd, because I no longer think that's a good idea and am maybe even starting to wonder about starting to date again. (But don't quote me on that, okay?)

Alas, I'm almost out of those special soft tissues and may have to get up the strength for a trip to London Drugs for more, but first I must shuffle my way to the bathroom to pee out all of the fluids I've been drinking because I'm a good girl and that's what you're supposed to do.

Hi. I'm sick. Sorry for the lack of cohesiveness.

Monday, 17 September 2007

I Hab A Code

I wasn't feeling that great yesterday and when I got up for work this morning I knew I should call in sick.

But, I had a thing I had to do and so, in I went.

The day was a bit of a disaster, what with me constantly apologizing for the fact that I couldn't make my brain make any sense.

For example? I would be, let's say, giving a lecture on the uses of shark-disabling neurotransmitting rays and I'd say "Well, these are to be used to... um... disable... um... They're for something. Uh. In the water."

*shaking head at self*

I've managed to make it home and am not going in to work tomorrow. They'll just have to figure out how to disable sharks without me, you know?

As for now, I'm trying to make it to my bed but it's so far from the couch to the floor and I'm not sure my legs can make it.

Anyone want to come over and carry me to bed? Cuz, that'd be just nifty.

Know what else is funny? I haven't taken any cold medicine, but it's as if I'm all dizzy and spaced out on some. For an example of what I mean, see my last post. Or picture me laughing as I waited for a webpage to load and discovered that my cursor could eliminate all links on the page. It was like my cursor was eating the entire webpage. So I said, out loud, "Dude, that's so friggin cool"

My cold has made me into a stoner. I rock.

Here's hoping this post makes sense.

Or something.

I'm Twelve Years Old*

Um, people? The guy who lives above me just tooted so loud I heard it.

Through the floor.

And the ceiling.

And whatever he was sitting on.

And then I burst out laughing, which maybe he heard too.

Which, you know, made me unable to stop laughing.

Just thought I'd share.

*Actually, maybe it's more like five?

Bringing Funny Back

Bill Cosby - Dentists 

Oh, and don't forget this one!

Saturday, 15 September 2007

I Think I'm Going To Barf

I'm sitting here watching a movie and something large just ran out from under the couch. Large enough that I saw it with my peripheral vision and froze.

I think it was a spider, but I really would rather it was a mouse.

How fast can spiders run?

How in heck am I supposed to sleep?

Kay? Thanx Bai

Once again, the fantabulous Pearls Before Swine.

Friday, 14 September 2007

Early Fall

This week has been lovely, weather-wise.

I can tell, in some ways, that it's nearly fall; I've woken up in the night once or twice thinking about putting on another blanket and I've found myself heading to work in the early morning needing a jacket that isn't worn by the time I'm on my coffee break.

But in other ways, I can stare dreamily out the window and imagine I'm smack dab in the middle of my summer vacation and that's quite lovely.

There's the occasional leaf turning and falling here or there, but the days have turned golden and bright and warm and luscious and the bees and wasps are staggering around drunkenly as the geese fly noisily overhead in their straggling V shaped families.

September is here, let the real New Year begin.

Every change of season I'm reminded why I'm so completely in love with living here. How could you not?

Thursday, 13 September 2007

To Post This or Not To Post This, That is the Weighty Issue at Hand

As I casually mentioned in yesterday's post, I eat when I'm down, and I guess that makes me a "comfort eater".

Well, maybe not in the traditional sense, but still.... when I'm really hurting, my appetite becomes odd and I stop paying attention to what I'm taking in and instead I just eat what makes my tummy smile because then at least a little part of me feels happy. It's not that I'm excessively hungry, just that "normal" foods don't appeal and if it's sit and be miserable on an empty stomach, or sit and eat something tasty but unhealthy, I'd rather the latter.

To be perfectly honest, even when I'm eating this way I'm not terrible, but it does start adding up. Especially when a breakup happens in summer and then you have two weeks off and no structure within which to monitor yourself.

All this is a long, convoluted way to say that I've put on a few pounds in the past month or so. As in, five.

Perhaps not surprising to some of you, seeing as I've been talking a lot lately about ice cream and other such yummies, but still not thrilling for me.

I'm not a large person, never have been, and you'd never tell from looking at me that I've put on any weight. In fact, you could see me naked and still not tell, but I can tell. My clothes tell me, more to the point.

When I put on more than a couple of pounds things start to fit tight, and gentlemen, you'll probably have a different reaction than the ladies, but my bra is the first thing that doesn't fit. And Guys? as much as you'd probably cheer on the expansion of bra sizes, it's not actually that great.

Since I'm laying it all out for you right now, I'll go ahead and confess that I am not in love with my breasteses. They're, in my mind, too large for my frame and I know we gals seem to always want what we don't have in terms of our looks, but I've never liked having "big" bazoomas. (Yeah, I'm blushing now, thanks) So when I put on a couple of pounds I feel like I'm all of a sudden nothing but a pair of breasts on sticks. (And dude, if I had a paint program, I could show y'all what exactly that looks like in my mind's eye. It's not attractive.)

I know a lot of this is just my own body insecurities, but the bottom line (hah, unintended pun) is that on a small person like me, while five pounds doesn't make a visible difference from the outside, *I* can tell and it really plays havoc on how I feel about myself.

I go from feeling like hot stuff to icky blobby frumpy. And, dude? Ain't no way I'm gonna get me no dates feeling all un-confident like that.*

So, why am I posting about this, you ask?

Um. I don't know? Laura's post maybe had something to do with it. And also because my weight has reached the point where it's bumming me out. Also maybe just to point out to some of you guys that even "small" girls get down on themselves and we really don't need your snarky weight comments, thank you very much. (Disclaimer: none of my boyfriends have ever said anything about my weight and would have been kicked to the curb if they had, especially since there's nothing for them to say anything about.)

I know, this is one of those issues that might be as touchy as bringing up what not to say during a breakup, and dealing with weight with your Significant Other can be really difficult. I, myself, alienated a boyfriend by bringing up my concerns around his eating habits (and consequent weight) and I'm not sure our relationship was "fixable" after that conversation, as carefully as I worded it. Ego is a delicate thing. But so is physical attraction.

Hmmm, I'm off track here. What was my point?

I guess I've just been mulling over the fact that so many people talk about how they lost ten pounds after their breakup because they were so depressed they couldn't eat. That's just never been me. I wonder if it's an instinctive survival thing; like my reptilian brain thinks "Uh oh, bad thing = no food soon therefore we must store food now until badness is over." Like maybe my brain thinks there's always an ice age around the corner whenever I get dumped or something? (Hmmm, maybe there's a Doctoral research essay in there for someone?)

So, yeah. I'm back to paying attention to what I eat and reminding myself that feeling hungry every once in a while doesn't mean I'm dying. It helps that I'm currently feeling a little less raw about the breakup too.

Let's hope it continues getting easier and that it doesn't take as long to lose the weight I've put on as it is taking me to get over Smith.


(I'm really not sure I want to post this, hence no's touchy enough, you know? I may un-post this later.)

*This post was written a couple of days before this nice thing happened. Can you see why that guy so totally made my day?

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

Food Imponderables

Why does ice cream taste better out of the carton?
Milk too.

Why does salty stuff taste so much better after sweet stuff?

Why do I enjoy the "stuff" in the ice cream more than the ice cream itself?

Why is it that eating sugar during the day makes me sleepy, but eating it in the evening keeps me awake really really late?

How come some people lose their appetites when they're depressed (read: dumped) and some (read:me) don't?

Tuesday, 11 September 2007

Oh. My. Goodness!

Y'all, you'll never guess what happened at the gym today. (Well, ok, technically not today, seeing as I tend to write in the evening and post in the morning, but let's move on shall we?)

There I was, mulling over the fact that Treadmill #5 is "offline" right now (probably for an exorcism) and quite pleased with myself for having just made up a rather rude song about Smith to the tune of "God Save the Queen"

As I was flipping through my magazine on my treadmill, an "Excuse me" interrupted my random thoughts.

I turned to see a guy I vaguely recognize as one of the "regulars" (you tend to see the same people over and over once you've been going for a while since people tend to stick to certain times of the day).

"I just wanted to tell you, you look great." He said.

I was completely stunned, and flattered, and embarrassed but I thanked him and smiled, completely genuinely pleased from the compliment.

He went on to comment about my hair being different (which made me wonder if he had me confused with someone else or if maybe the last time he saw me my colour was slightly different) and something about the pink (which may have been my shirt, or possibly he thinks my hair was once pink, I don't know) and how I just looked great.

I thanked him again, feeling pretty shy and not really knowing what to do, or how to respond but it was so sweet and it really made my day. I haven't been feeling that great about myself lately (as you'll probably hear about later this week) and I was so happy to hear this guy tell me I "looked great." I was beaming. (And it was hard not to giggle a lot)

It was fantastic and did wonders for me and my smile and made me feel like a million bucks. Which, by the way, made me notice a few more smiles directed my way that I might have missed had this fellow not made me feel gorgeous.

It was super.

So now, two things.

First, I need to ask the guys something. Gentlemen, what's the best/worst way I could have responded to this? Let's assume he wasn't trying to pick me up and was just passing on a compliment. What would have been the rudest thing I could have done (albeit accidentally in a fit of shyness) and what would have been the best possible response (had I been slightly less shocked and shy)?

And now the second thing.

I think it would be totally awesome if sometime this week, we all could give a genuine compliment to a woman we don't really know. I've done it before and it's certainly a little awkward. (There was this adorable pregnant woman and I just had to tell her she looked adorable and was glowing) But it feels good to give a compliment without expecting anything in return, plus, you might just make someone's day. Or week!

So, let's try, okay? Let's see if we all can't go out there and make someone's day by telling them they look good.

You might be surprised how good it makes you feel too! Pass on the smiles. Karma will thank you.

Oh, and gym dude? Thank you!

Monday, 10 September 2007

Doing the Happy Dance

Okay, wow!

Can I tell you how excited I was to get home from work today? I mean, not only did I not have to work for another thirteen hours (which, wheeee!) but my email widget thing told me I had 9+ emails which meant I had 9+comments left today. (Not moderating comments is a little different, but the only thing I find annoying is the fact that my comments get emailed too so that I get all excited because my widget glows and I think "ooh, another comment already?" only to realize that it's just that Victoria girl again and I already know what she said. Because I just wrote it.)

I thought there must have been some kind of glitch, because no way would I get 10 comments in one day, but lo and behold I had done, and then some!

Part of it was due to Delton's enthusiasm for the wild and crazy moderationless glory that is all the rage around this blog these days, and part of it was due to the fact that I managed to post a link that just *looked* like a link without actually *being* a link and this caused no end of confusion and bewilderment, when really, I'm just a dork.

Anyhooooooo, whatever the reason, I was tickled to be the recipient of so many comments, it pretty much made my day, so, yay!

The way I see it, today will be one of those days we talk about years from now. It'll go something like this....

"Hey, do you guys remember back in September Oh Seven when Delton left forty two comments that one day?"

"Oh, come on, it was only four or five" (chuckles Delton)

"Yeah, I remember that" (someone will pipe up from the back of the room) "That was right before Victoria revealed to us all that she was a Spanish princess and that she was inviting us all to her castle for Christmas."

"Ah, yes. Those were good times. Good times."

So thanks guys, I'm glad you're enjoying commenting as much as I am getting them.

Let the Cold-Hearted Among You Avert Your Eyes

If you go here, you can see a picture of a puppy EVERY DAY!

And then if you click on the picture of the puppy, it shows you MORE pictures of the puppy!

There's words and stuff to read too but who can read when there's SO MUCH PUPPY!

OK, let's never mention this post again kay? Thanks.

(And now back to our regularly scheduled "normalcy")

Updated to add: I gone done and made it an actual link this time! (d'oh!)

Sunday, 9 September 2007

A Comment on Comments

I've been thinking a fair bit about comments lately.

You see, I love it when I get a new comment and I remember when I first started my blog I was SO excited when I got my first comment I kind of jumped up and down with joy.

Also, I like responding to your comments because it makes me feel like instead of just randomly writing into space, I'm writing to people who kind of end up feeling like part of my life, like friends (and I know those of you who have blogs know what I mean by that) even though we might pass each other in the street and never know it.

When I started this blog I wanted to make sure I knew when I received a comment so that I could respond to it and I also wanted to make sure I could stop spam or mean comments from hitting the site at all. Since, in my first year, I haven't had a problem with either, I found myself wondering if maybe it was time to let go a little bit with my comments. So, as an experiment, I'm taking off "comment moderation" for a while to see how it goes and to see if I like it.

I'm still going to have blogger notify me when I get a comment so that I can respond and stuff, but also, it might be fun for you to read each other's comments throughout the day rather then when I manage to get around to posting them, 'specially since I'm silly busy right now.

So, here goes. Little old me who dislikes change very much and who has a hard time with wanting to control the heck out of everything is going to make a change and let go a little bit. Yay me.

As for the comments themselves, can someone do me a favour and leave a "fake" comment (like, Victoria you're a goof) just so I can try to see if I can delete a comment once it's been left? (Updated to add: Ta da! AbstractJenn snuck in here and fulfilled the fake comment role and I managed to delete her comment, so yay! Thanks Jenn.)

Also, if you're at all like I was when I first started visiting sites, let me clear a few things up: if you're reading through my archives and want to comment on something but think you shouldn't/can't because it was so long ago, please just comment anyway! Or, if you're shy like me and worry that if you leave a comment everyone will know who you are and you'll never live it down, don't worry. Just take a leap and say something, even if it's just to leave an anonymous smiley face kay?

So, in conclusion (wrapping up my speech) thank you to all of you who comment, be it once in a while or all the time, you're my reason for posting! Thanks for keeping me company and all.

I wish us well with our experiment! Ta da!

(Crossing fingers and pressing "publish")

Saturday, 8 September 2007

The Update I Know You've All (Not) Been Waiting For


I survived The Great Canadian Beer Fest.
Am very tired today though.
Am going to gym now.
Have dinner date.
With parents.
Will try not to fall asleep at table.
Have funny stories from GCBF.
Will hopefully be awake enough to tell you about them tomorrow.
No pictures though.
That would have taken co-ordination and effort.
And I had neither yesterday.


How's you?

Friday, 7 September 2007


Little Boxes
by Malvina Reynolds

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

PS. I'm going to GCBF after work today, wish me better luck than last year!

Thursday, 6 September 2007

Work Hard, Hard Work.

Sorry folks, work's nutty right now. Nut. Ty. Is close to chaos, but I can't write that here so I'll just say "nutty" and leave it at that.

I knew it would be, and I'm taking too much on because I seem to have a death wish, but I also have family visiting right now which means I get up, go to work, head over to visit and then come home just in time to collapse into bed.

Not so bad, really, but it's screwing with my home relaxing time.

I usually come home, do work stuff and then write a post for the next morning. Then I'll read through my favourite sites and catch up and stuff.

Right now I'm not even managing to remember to post old posts I wrote while I was on holiday just in case I needed them (which I do) when I wake up in the morning, I'm *that* out of it. I'm also not getting around to reading anything... but I will. It's weird not knowing what's going on with y'all so I'll come check in on you soon. I promise. Soon. ish.

As in, this year.

I hope.

Wednesday, 5 September 2007

Blogging Lesson #47

So what have we learned?

We've learned that there are some things that we tend to fall back on when breaking up with someone, and that when heard too many times they start sounding like a cliche.

We've learned that when you're breaking up with someone, there really isn't much you can say that isn't going to hurt. Breakups hurt. And they suck. And that's too bad.

We've learned that when you're breaking up with someone you have to say *something* and hopefully you're kind and gentle about it.

And we've learned that the guys who read here don't mind making sure I see their side of things.

Thanks guys, I appreciate it.

Hugs and smooches and never dump me ok? Kay.

Yours with chagrin and stuff,

Tuesday, 4 September 2007

Are Y'all Born With it or What?

Let's add on to this, shall we?

Boys... listen carefully, do not say the following when breaking up with your current girlfriend:

"It's not you it's me." (We won't believe you anyway. If it wasn't about us, you wouldn't be doing this.)

"You're so wonderful, but..." (This is like when people say "I don't mean to be rude, but". Whatever is said after the "but" cancels out whatever was said before it.)

"I want to be with you but I can't." (Um, no. You could, you just aren't going to be, you're choosing not to. Get it straight.)

"I'm just scared." (What, and we're not?)

"I can't see this working out." (Yeah, we kind of got that once you started talking about breaking up with us.)

"I need space." (OK. Here's all the space in the world. I'll be way over there where you can never find me again. Whoops, that's not quite far enough?)

"It's just bad timing." (Well, so were the 50's and 60's, but that didn't stop these two. Don't use timing as an excuse.)

"My last relationship has left me gun-shy." (Yeah, ours too. What's your point?)

"I'm just not good for you." (Well thanks. And you thought it'd be better to break up with me rather than making an effort to change, did you? Awesome.)

"I'm not boyfriend material" (And you only realized after sleeping with me for months? Cool, thanks.)

"I don't love you anymore" (Yeah, we kind of figured that one out.)

"I still love you, but" (OK, did you not read what I said way back up there? About the "but"s? Also, if you still loved us you wouldn't be breaking up with us so don't bother trying to slide this one in there. We call bullshit)


Monday, 3 September 2007

Todabor Day is Labour Day

So today we get a day off from because work sucks but it used to suck more, right?

Not that I'm complaining, or anything. I'll take a day off thank you very much, no need to twist my arm.

Speaking of work, not that I do, but my most favouritest person there has just suddenly left so I'm feeling rather bereft and lonely.

Life's weird that way, seems to like to keep things slightly off balance just when I'm starting to get a leg up on.

Wait, am I making sense? No? Didn't think so.

OK. Go here instead. It'll make even less sense, which'll make me look good in comparison. Yay! Unless, of course, you keep on singing the song after you've hear it one or thirty times. In that case, sorry!

(Seriously, it's my third favourite next to this and this)

And now I will scrutinize this photo (which I thought you might appreciate, because, yes, they've named a beer after me!) to make sure there are no secret signals YNBF can find in it like the code to my secret bank account in Geneva, I probably shouldn't have mentioned that.

*Performs a Mind Wipe on all y'all*

Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot... Happy Labour Day!

Sunday, 2 September 2007

OK, That Was Funny

I was just at the gym, on the treadmill (not #5 though), flipping through some magazine.

The article I was reading referred to a certain part of the world I didn't know much about.

So I started to lean and reach.

To click on the link.

I think I've been reading too many blogs!
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