Friday, 31 October 2008


Waking myself up just in time to wish you a Merry Chr (wait, did I oversleep? Hang on, lemme check the calendar)

In time to wish you a Happy Hallowe'en!

I hope you have fun giving out candy, or trick or treating with people or going to a party or just sitting on your couch eating mini-chocolate bars.

I will be doing one of these things tonight, for sure.

And, if you live somewhere that doesn't celebrate Hallowe'en, well, a very happy Friday to you. That alone's worth some celebrating!

Tuesday, 28 October 2008


As previously mentioned, I'm seriously tired.

Just need to catch up on some rest and whatnot.

Won't be blogging for a couple of days.

But I'll be right back.


Sunday, 26 October 2008


But I'm never leaving the house again.

Actually, I'm never leaving this seat.

Can't. Stop. Watching.

(PS. If you can't see it, it's a live puppy cam.)



(Via cuteoverload)

Saturday, 25 October 2008

Maybe I'm Dreaming the Future?

I had this fantastic dream last night that when I woke up I thought for a while it was real. And when I realized it wasn't, I was still happy to have dreamed it.

I was out Christmas shopping with a friend (don't know who it was) for my brother (in a town that's not here) and I was in line to buy him his gift (I think it was tea or something to do with tea?) and there was a cute guy at the cash register.

Cute as in, dark hair, nice smile, friendly eyes and wearing a nice casual, but collared shirt.

And when it was my turn to pay he talked to me for a minute and then asked if he could have my number to ask me out. It all seemed very natural and the people behind me (a couple in their late forties) didn't mind at all that he was taking the time to get my number, in fact they seemed to think it was all very cute. (Which it was) So it was this cool dream where the guy was super nice and confident enough to ask me for my information without being arrogant or pushy. Plus, he was good looking and I just knew we'd have a good time together.

And I just knew it'd be the start of a great relationship, but not necessarily my future husband or anything. And I was flattered but not (too) embarrassed by the whole thing. It was very cool.

It was just funny when I woke up this morning and realized that he wasn't actually going to call.

So, does anyone know where I could go shopping for tea? And possibly get asked out?

Friday, 24 October 2008


I went to my local pub last Friday after work with a co-worker spy friend of mine who also lives nearby.

We had a few drinks and food and shared a dessert (about which I'm still thinking) and talked about, and looked at, cute guys.

We were joined, a bit later, by a not-straight (but oh so cute) male spy that we know and his significant other, which was great, because I swear, guys pay more attention to you when you're sitting with an attractive guy. It must up their competitive urges or something.

But anyway...after the dessert and before the last round, I found myself unable to finish a sentence when a very cute curly haired fellow walked by. On his way to the exit, mind you, but still, very cute. And when my head swiveled around to follow him, my friend told me that "he'd totally been looking over this way" Which, um, could have been helpful to know *before* he left.

Fast forward a few minutes later and I'm pretty blatantly staring at another cute guy, who wonders past our table. And we make some eye contact for just a moment before I turn back to the hockey-related conversation. And then later, when this guy was on his way out, (I know, I'm awesome with the timing, eh?) we were both checking each other out and I slipped him a sly little smile. (Oh alcohol, you make me into such a reckless flirt!)

And that's when I realized something: I guess if you go to a place regularly, like your local pub, you'd run into the same people over and over, and eventually you'd strike up conversation. Or something.

So maybe I need to empty my bank account and apologize in advance to my liver and start spending every Friday afternoon at the local pub.

Well, it's a thought, anyway.

Thursday, 23 October 2008

Awesomely Awesome

Via Maggie.

Stop Motion Spaghetti Cooking

Updated to add:
There, fixed the size issue. Had to do math. Feel very proud of self!

Wednesday, 22 October 2008


I spent a few days last week considering signing up with eHarmony.


I don't really know.

I've been very anti on-line dating, and this feeling has been re-enforced time and time again when I do free searches on on line dating sites and get re-creeped out by the guys I see there.

Now that's not to say that there aren't great, genuine, nice guys doing on line dating, it's just the whole thing has always felt really really icky to me.*

And then I read this Reader's Digest article about eHarmony and its founder and about how he based the company on matching couples with this system that looks at important qualities, so not so much with the opposites attract, more along the lines of shared values are important. And I thought that was a pretty decent way to look at things.

And then a few days later I was on a completely non-dating related website and a banner ad for eHarmony came up and I figured it was a sign so I checked it out.

I signed in (and yes, I feel very guilty about this) under a fake name and did the (lengthy) personality questionnaire and got some matches. Four interesting sounding guys, who did, indeed, share some of the same beliefs I find important.

And then I freaked out and signed off and breathed into a paper bag for a while. (Ok, maybe not on that last part) But I did feel weirded out.

And possibly not ready to go through with something like this.

But the thought has crossed my mind as something I might consider. If only because I'm not really making an effort to "get out there" and meet guys any other way.

And do you know what's really funny/ironic ? As I was typing up this post, my girlfriend called me to tell me she was looking for stuff on Craigslist and found this "cute" post from a guy looking for a girlfriend. She wants to respond for me and all I could do was mumble that I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Do I want to start a new relationship? Kind of. Do I feel ready? Not entirely. Do I want to do the whole getting to know a new person thing? No. So where does that leave me?

Not sure. For now. But I'm pretty sure I'm not going to sign up for on-line dating any time soon.

*I know a lot of you have good on-line dating stories. I also know some of you have bad ones. I know most of us know someone who had great success with it. I know.

Tuesday, 21 October 2008


Some of you will completely understand, for others, this will put the final nail in the coffin of "Victoria is bonkers" you've already got going on.... but, whatever the case, here's my confession....

As much as I think he's a hideous guy and so completely bad news and not dateable, I completely see the sex appeal of Justin Bobby:

He seriously reminds me of my ex. Ok, a couple of my Exes.

And if you don't know who this guy is? Count yourself lucky. You can more than live without knowing. I blame runner girl for ever showing me this show.

Now, I do have to say, I never dated anyone who was quite this sleazy, or gross (Come on, season one? With the belching? And the greasy? Ewwwww!) but there is something about him (certainly recently) that I completely recognize as something that makes me (and Audrina, apparently) go "rawr" and I kick myself for having been with a guy like that.

Although, it did have its plusses.

Just glad I got it out of my system.

(I think.)

Monday, 20 October 2008

Most of the Time I Don't Even Notice

I miss having a boyfriend at the strangest of moments.

Like this weekend.

It was a sunny, relaxed Saturday after a long, evil week, and I'd finished my laundry and was starting to feel a little hungry.

I went to open the fridge and saw a takeout menu from a local restaurant, and suddenly, all I wanted was to call up my boyfriend and get him to come over, order some food and hang out.

The idea of being with someone close and comfortable that I didn't have to try to be anything but myself with. Someone I could just hang out with and relax. With company.

It's funny when it hits you like that.

Saturday, 18 October 2008

Seven Hundred and Twenty One

I have nothing to say today.

Do you?

Friday, 17 October 2008

Now You're Just Messing With Me!

I SWEAR the skittles I just ate (a bag of "regular" flavour) had apple flavoured green instead of lime flavoured greens, but I can't find another one that tastes the same.

Seriously. Someone's messing with my mind and it's not me!

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Inside My Head

There are a random assortment of unconnected thoughts:

Some about this time of year and how things don't seem to be as far along the fall scale as I remember, but that it was frosty the other morning, and didn't we always used to get the first frost just around Hallowe'en?

Some thoughts are about how I feel like I've bitten off more than I can chew in a few areas of my life right now and how I need to learn how and when to say no, instead of just automatically answering "yes" before I've even considered the implications of what I'm being asked.

And those thoughts are somewhat connected to the fact that I feel disconnected. From my friends. From sites I usually read. From stuff.

Other thoughts are about how I'm often more organized that I know and how twice recently, I've re-done something that I already did because I forgot that I did it in advance to save myself from having to do it. So, was it helpful in the end? Or am I just not remembering things because I'm too much in busy mode?

Occasionally I think about an ex or a guy or something here or there.

Recently, I've been thinking about the tv shows I'm currently catching up on and wondering if that, combined with the book I'm reading right now is why I've been having such intense dreams. I mean, really. A few nights now as I've turned out the lights, I've wanted to get back to the dream I remembered from the night before. Except, my dreams aren't a book. Or a series.

But wouldn't it be cool if they were?

And sometimes I wonder if I'm boring you.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

D'you Know What It Is?

This time of year is when it starts being "get up in the dark, get home from work in the dark" although right now it's get up in the not quite dark and get home in the getting close to dark.

But we've had a mixed bag of weather lately and I noticed something.

On the days when it's sunny (or at least sunnyish) it's not dark til 7:00 or even later and that's nice. It means I can leave work, go to the gym and still be going home with light out. But on the days that it's raining it's dark at 5:00. And that sucks.

So that's what it is around here that can make it drearier than it has to be: the rain and clouds.

Maybe this fall we could have a ban?

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Use Your Voice

My Canadian friends?

Today's the day.

Go vote.

If only because you can.

Monday, 13 October 2008


There is much to be grateful for in my life.

I hope there is in yours too.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Saturday, 11 October 2008


When I go to Luminara, I always wear glowsticks. Usually, I put a couple around my wrists and neck, but I always like to find some different ones too. One year I found earrings, the other year a triple-finger ring! Cool stuff. Plus, it glows in the dark!

I'm rather a fan of glowsticks, they always seem magical to me. I mean, you take this plastic thing and you "crack" it a few times and then give it a little shake and suddenly? Ooooooooh! Glowy! I love me some glowsticks.

So it was kind of funny the other day when I was going through one of my drawers and found a glowstick refill. It was a tiny little one; small enough to fit into a ring I wore this year. But since the ring was already gone, I didn't need the refill.

So what did I do? I cracked it of course! And that night when I went to bed it was still glowing.

Not wanting to sleep with a scary glowy thing in my room I decided to throw it out, but as I was walking (in the dark) to my bathroom to throw it out, I decided to crack it a few more times to see if I could get it to glow any brighter. Crack, crack, crack and ooooh glowy!

But then I threw it out and turned around to get back in bed when ACK! Glowing fingers!

I guess the thin stick had actually broken when I re-cracked it and for whatever reason, it hadn't occurred to me that the glow stuff, was actually... you know... maybe not something that should escape the plastic container. So there I stood, half freaked out that my fingers were glowing, and half thinking how damn cool it was that my fingers were glowing!

I washed it off pretty quick, but there was a moment there when I wondered if my fingers might stay glowy. Or if the glow stuff might transfer onto the soap and then my sink and oh my.

But, yes. For a very cool moment there I was a (slightly freaked out) human glowstick!

P.S. Don't try this at home.

Friday, 10 October 2008


I got my first text message spam yesterday.

It was seriously weird.

I didn't even know such things existed.

And it has me wondering how it was sent, because there was no sender info.

Anyone know?

Thursday, 9 October 2008

The Stuff of Dreams

I had this dream the other night (morning?) and it has stuck with me enough that I figure it must mean something.

Or not.

But maybe if I tell you guys about it I can stop thinking about it and you all can figure out what it means.

Or something. So here goes:

I'm in Guatemala. This place has those huge tree covered hills from The Beach everywhere, (which, yes, I know wasn't Guatemala, don't blame me, blame my subconscious) and the city we're in is nestled right in the middle of them all. Really, the hills were massive. And gorgeous. So I'm there with my parents in the hotel at night (and I'm my age but a teenager and my parents are the age they were when I was a teenager) and it's all gunfire warzone outside and I'm at the window ducking bullets because I'm scared but there's nowhere else to go.

And then it's morning and we (now my brother's there too, in the same kind-of-a-teenager mode) are driving through the city and there's no sign of the fighting which is normal because our travel agent wouldn't have let us go there if it wasn't safe, and everyone knows the city is safe in the daytime it's only at night that it's dangerous.

Plus, we're there because I'm competing in the world's for figure skating (people? I can barely skate) and we're driving to the place when we stop for food and in the place where my Dad's paying for the treats (chocolate bars and chips and pastries) I ask for a 7Up and the guy behind the counter speaks in Spanish and I can understand him but can't speak Spanish, only French, so then we communicate with him speaking Spanish and me answering in French and this guy loves this because usually people only speak English and he laughs and tells his friend that I want a flat 7Up and grenadine like a Shirley Temple and I say YES! A Shirley Temple and we laugh, but my brother's mad (cuz he's a teenager) and I know that this guy will make sure we don't get shot by the gangs that night because I wasn't just another English speaking tourist and then I got woken up by the phone (in real life) and that's all I know.

So, go on. Analyze away!

Weird, eh?

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

I'm Not Even Kidding

I don't remember if I mentioned it, but a while ago, my gym got a whole bunch of new equipment. And, I assume, sold off the old stuff.

But, still, I've stayed off of certain numbered treadmills. Just in case.

And now I'm glad that what might have been seen as superstition has proved itself as a necessary precaution!

See, last night at the gym? I was on treadmill #7. And there was a gentleman on a treadmill two away from me. And he stopped and started and stopped and then he swore and hit the treadmill and got off and moved to a new one.

And my brain did the math.

Two away from seven? IS FIVE!

It's baaaaaaaaaaack!

(Take all necessary precautions, my friends.)

Tuesday, 7 October 2008

And Now For Your Weekend Update

So I went to this fun dinner party potluck get-together thing this weekend. And while I didn't know too many people there (other than the friends I carpooled with), I was pretty sure the people would be cool. Plus, I figured, there might just be some single boys there as a bonus.

Which, there were. Was. (Singluar. One.)

And since I was driving and still recovering from the cold that came back (the very next day...I thought it was a goner but the cold came back, it just wouldn't stay awaaaaaaay) I had me one drink that I nursed and then I stopped. While everyone else kept on drinking.

Which, sometimes can be really annoying, but in this case was really amusing. (Oh house parties, I've forgotten what fun you were)

But anyway.

As we were leaving, the single fellow ( who is from this moment named Jake because I just decided so and now I'll never know who the heck I was talking about because Jake? I don't know anyone called Jake.) came up and grasping my hand asked if I was around tomorrow. And when I nodded yes he proceeded to suggest that we, him, myself, the hostess and her hubby, get together and have dinner. Sure, I nodded and then extricated my hand from his, mildly amused and flattered.

I then went and thanked my friend for having us over and whispered to her that Jake was going to talk to her about some dinner and....

She told me "Yeah, he's been drinking" and she kind of laughed.

But before I got to the car, he found me again. "Come back, we'll put on music and talk." he insisted. But I explained that no, I still had to recover from my cold, but thanks. (And before you all tell me I should have, let me just point out that he lives in Vancouver and I am not not not, I promised, not going to do a long distance thing again.)

And Jake didn't call the next day, nor was any dinner arranged, and that's fine, because it was still flattering in its own way. It's been a while since a straight drunk guy asked me out.

So there you go. I had decent, interesting conversation with a nice guy who doesn't live in town and once he was drunk, he asked me out.

There's part of me that wonders what would have happened if I'd been as drunk as he. Might I have stayed and "listened to music"? Might I have insisted he take my number and call me the next day? I don't have any great desire to know, I'm just mildly amusedly curious.

Also? This weekend sure goes to show; you do need to be careful what you wish for. Or maybe you just need to be really specific.

Keep up the good work Universe.

(And the moral of the story today boys and girls is this: Don't go asking a girl out when you're drunk unless you're going to do something about it when you're sober. Amen.)

Monday, 6 October 2008

I Voted!

I interrupt this post to tell you that I just (advance poll) voted and I'm feeling very very proud of myself!


Brain Can't Handle It!

I was driving home the other day and I noticed that the vehicle in front of me, a jeep/truck whatddya macallit type thing had a tall person in the passenger seat.

And... uh... a short person in the driver seat?

Nope. No one in the driver seat.

Driver driving from passenger seat side!

Brain explode.

Saturday, 4 October 2008

Point Form

I had the cold that's going around.

And then I kicked its butt.

And then it came back.

I haven't been to the gym in a week.

But I've been sleeping well nonetheless.

Sometimes your body knows exactly how to take care of itself.

And mine did a good job of it this week.

So I'm going to rest up this weekend.

What about you?

Friday, 3 October 2008

Awwww Nuts

We've got this new spy on our team for the next few months and he showed up for his first day yesterday.

And? Dude is kyuuuute! (Um, that's "cute" for those of you not following along with my attempt at typing the way I hear things in my head.)

But, um, is also having his engagement party next weekend.


Just can't seem to find me any single guys lately...

(Yes, Universe, feel free to prove me wrong!)

Thursday, 2 October 2008

Hey You!

I don't want to get into political choices or debates or flame wars or anything, but I do want to remind you all, Canadians and Americans alike, to register and vote in the upcoming elections.

(Yes, my 'Merican friends, we've got us an election coming up up here too!)

We're incredibly lucky to live in countries where we have the right to vote; so exercise that right.

And be proud.

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

It's October Already? Says Whooooooo?*

I don't usually (often? ever? I don't know I haven't checked my archives) link to someone else's post, but in this case I have to. See, Dooce is apparently my long lost twin in the sleeping in department.

For moi? Snooze buttons are all about the "I get to sleep for another glorious nine minutes" and I have been known to snooze/sleep for hours.

Um. Regularly.

But not, of course, on work days.

Except. I probably should confess; I set my alarm clock twenty minutes fast. And then an hour early. And when it goes off I wake up enough to set it forward another hour. Which means I get a WHOLE HOUR of snooze time. And then I still hit snooze one more time.

I don't know, I don't understand me either.

*Get it? I made an owl joke. Because it's October. And that means Hallowe'en. And owls. Now is it funny? You sure?
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