Monday, 30 November 2009

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.

Saturday, 28 November 2009

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.


Friday, 27 November 2009

Stephan Pastis Is My Hero

Because this makes me laugh out loud.

Once again, ladies and gentlemen, Pearls Before Swine.

*Wild applause*

Thursday, 26 November 2009

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?


Wednesday, 25 November 2009


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!

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

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?

Monday, 23 November 2009

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.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

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?)

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

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

Tuesday, 17 November 2009


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?

Monday, 16 November 2009

. . .

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.

Sunday, 15 November 2009


Yeah, not going to manage to unofficially do NaBloPoMo.

I think I might have to travel next weekend anyway and possibly go to Van the weekend after that so instead of trying to think of something to say today, I'm just gonna say nuh uh and take the pressure off of meself.

Ta da!

Saturday, 14 November 2009


It's Saturday, and I have nothing to say.

Now if you'll excuse me, my couch is calling. So are my blanket and my book.

What's calling you today?

Friday, 13 November 2009

This Just Makes Me Smile So Big

I love Pig:

Thursday, 12 November 2009

P is for Pretzels

I miss pretzels.

Pretzels and Cheerios.

Pretzels and Cheerios and French bread and Benny's Sesame Seed Bagels.


Tempura prawns.

There are only a few foods that I really crave and miss.

That, and the freedom to eat what I want when I want.

If you can eat anything and everything you want all the time? Cherish that. Enjoy it.

It's true what Joni said: sometimes you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.

I never realized I took Cheerios and pretzels for granted.

PS I know I can get gluten free versions of all these things but I reserve the right to occasionally miss what things tasted like before.

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Strong and Free

I'm proud to live in Canada.

I'm proud to be a dual citizen of Canada and the United Kingdom.

I'm proud to spend time today recognizing, remembering and honouring those who have chosen to dedicate their time, energy and lives to serving their countries.

May you have a peace-filled Remembrance Day

Tuesday, 10 November 2009


So I have a cold again.

Or, quite possibly, have just been fighting off the same cold for a month now, it's hard to tell.

It's a little frustrating to have been feeling not at my best for this long, but I'm telling myself that it's just my body doing a great job at keeping me pretty healthy during this flu season.

Whenever I get this whole runny nose sneezy thing, I'm always grateful that I'm not someone with seasonal allergies, because I'd hate to have this going on for months at a time.

I did get my flu shots a couple of days ago, so that may have something to do with the cold coming back.

How about you? Colds? Flus? Perfectly healthies?

Monday, 9 November 2009

Pouty Face

And now I have Hallowe'en candy withdrawal.

Anyone have any mini O Henry's left?

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Here's the Thing

When I feel (and I know it's all in my brain) overwhelmed by a task, I often won't take it on. Such is my issue with NaBloPoMo. (National (really should be international) Blog Posting Month, an offshoot of National Novel Writing Month, NaNoWriMo for those of you lucky enough to not know the cause of the insanity)

I signed up and fully committed to it and succeeded in 2006 (and still have the button to prove it darnit!) when this here blog was brand new.

I didn't do it in 2007 (although apparently I posted multiple times on some days, go figure, so that would probably have evened out in the long run or something) but I did post daily in November 2008 and even mentioned how I was not really but kind of anyway NaBloPoMoing. (And again with the multi-post days, what's the deal November?)

Since that first year, (which must have traumatized me somehow) whenever I get to the end of October I always think about NaBloPoMo and my reaction is NoNoPoMo! I get overwhelmed by the idea of HAVING to write a blog post for every single day of this long, endless month!

Now, mind you, it really, for me, seeing as I tend to write 6 days a week anyway, only boils down to five extra posts which isn't that big a deal. But it's the feeling of committing to it and therefore having to follow through no matter what or else! that makes me not commit.

All this a really long way to say that I might, or might not post every day this month. And if I do, that's awesome. And if I don't? Well, I'll just try not to feel guilty by pointing out to myself that I didn't *actually* say I was going to do it anyway.

Does that make any sense?

I'm not (totally) crazy, right?


Saturday, 7 November 2009

A Plea

Please, please, please! If you ride your bike and you're out past daylight (as in, after 4pm these days) PLEASE make yourself visible.

Last night, I saw a biker get nearly hit by a driver who was turning. It was the scariest thing, but luckily the driver was able to slam on his breaks in time and no one was hit.

I glanced over at the biker as I drove past him, my heart hammering in my chest, he was utterly invisible. No headlamp, no reflective jacket, nothing. He was just a pocket of black hurtling down the street in the dark.

Please, if you bike, or know someone who bikes, even if it's just around the corner, make yourself a glowing ball of visibility. Go overboard. You WANT to be seen.

Anything else is just too dangerous for everyone.

Friday, 6 November 2009

Out of The Mouths of Babes. . .

I'm Godmother to the loveliest little girl there ever was (Don't take offense parents, you *know* I'm allowed to be biased on this one!) and the other day, when we were doing a puzzle together, I asked her if she knew what I was to her.

She nodded and turned to me.

"Yes. You're my Fairy Godmother." she said, very sincerely.

I still haven't wiped the smile off my face.

Fairy Godmother. Awesome.

Anyone need to go to a ball?

Thursday, 5 November 2009

Like Gravity!

You know how when something's always been a certain way, you just expect it to always be that certain way?

Like, when the hot water in your apartment is always lukewarm (at best) and so that for as long as you can remember (which is probably a year or two for sure at least) you can turn on the hot water full blast in the shower and it'll maybe, MAYBE (if you're lucky) be kind of tepidly warm?

And because it's always been like that and no one's said they're going to do anything about it you've just kind of gotten used to it?

Well, imagine how upside down the world suddenly becomes when one day, out of the blue you stick your foot into the "it's always nearly cold" shower stream and it's burny burny hot!

I swear, it took my brain a good thirty seconds to process that.

My foot, luckily, processed it right away and got yanked back out.

Kind of makes me wonder what else might just suddenly stop being what I've come to expect it to be.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Things That Make You Go Hmmm

So I'm stuck in my advice giving.

Jonathan and Dominic both came up with questions I just haven't been able to give solid advice/answers to. And so instead of continuing to over-think my answers, I'm just going to answer without thinking and see what comes out.

Jonathan asked "Imagine you are out on a date, and we can hear your thoughts. What are you wanting your date to say - to do - how do you want them to react, to behave to the things you say, and the things you do... and why."

Honestly, I just want him to be relaxed and himself. I'd like him to be polite and kind and thoughtful. It'd be great if we had things in common to talk about and if he was a good conversationalist. Friendly. I would hope that neither of us are trying to impress each other, and instead are just happy to be in each others' company.

I don't know Jonathan, it's such a big question and so many possible answers. First date, eighty first date, I don't know. Plus, I don't know if my idea of a date is really all that traditional. I think I'd just like it to be easy. You know? Not a strain.

So I don't know if that's the answer you were hoping for or what, but that's all I've got after a full month of mulling it over!

Dominic, on the other hand, asked "what you should do when you meet someone who is single, very attractive, you like them a lot, & everyone tells you to go for it.. but you're not actually interested."

And this one completely stumps me.

I mean, I've been in a situation Dominic, where I'm just not attracted to a guy who's otherwise great, or something like that, but I can't say I've ever been in a situation where there's an attractive person I like a lot that I haven't been interested in. I have nothing to pull from, so my gut reaction advice is to say DUDE! GO FOR IT! But seeing that you're not interested, well, yeah. *shrug* I don't know. Maybe just be open to it? I know sometimes people sneak up on you romantically. Maybe, on a deep, serious level, ask yourself why you're not interested? Is it the person, or is there a fear of getting into a relationship?

Or, just shrug at the everyone who tells you to go for it and move on. Whadda I know?

So, I totally need your advice/help on these two questions peeps.

a. What do you want someone to do/say/react like on a date?


b. What do you do when you're just not interested in someone?

Tuesday, 3 November 2009


I think I had too much candy.

That's right. I have a Hallowe'en hangover.

Monday, 2 November 2009

Remind Me

Why do we keep doing this?

I'm not sure if I'm tired or well rested or if . . .

Well, you get the idea.

Sunday, 1 November 2009


I don't think I'm going to be participating in NaBloPoMo (again) this year, but I'm writing this post just in case I change my mind.

I think we call that hedging your bets, no?
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