Friday, 28 August 2009

I'll Fly Away


Old Glory.

The hint has been not so subtly dropped that work's going to be getting busy busy in the next little while. Ok, it wasn't so much as a hint being dropped, it was more of the spy boss letting us know that there's gonna be some serious stuff coming down the line that will need us all to be on our A game.

And, so? I'm taking next week off.

I'm heading to the interior for some sun and surf and won't be around a computer for most, if not all of the week.

So I'll see y'all when I'm back and rested. Until then, keep on keeping on!

Hugs.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

So

District 9 was good. Except for the part where I got motion sick.

Which, was, um, most of the movie.

*Shakes head at self*

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

This Video Makes Me Cry


Going to California (JPJ live at the Hard Rock)

If you can understand why, you understand a part of me.

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

Shudder

May I suggest that for anyone who's looking to make the scariest horror movie ever, you use the sound of a cat v/s racoon fight and then the noise that one of them makes after it's scared the other one off? Cuz seriously.

Beyond freaky.

I'd rather be faced with zombies than hear that again.

Hold me?


P.S. Momma racoons kind of purr with/to their babies, but it doesn't make up for the EVIL shriek.

Monday, 24 August 2009

Um


I am currently addicted to sunflower seeds.

It's the salt.

I can't stop eating them.

I think my teeth are going to fall out.

Please send help.

Or maybe just tell me to stop buying them.

Thanks.

Saturday, 22 August 2009

I Realized Something

I don't have a crush on anyone right now.

It's the strangest feeling because I'm so used to having one.

It's not a bad feeling though.

Not at all.

Friday, 21 August 2009

This Blog is My Very Own "Internet Happy Box"



Pearls



Thanks for always being so awesome and friendly and not-mean. I love you guys.

Thursday, 20 August 2009

Ladies Only

Gentlemen, you may want to skip this post entirely. Just sayin'.

I was in for my yearly physical last week (oh joy of joys, um, no) and as the doctor was getting things set down below she said "Hmmm, sorry, this must be hurting you." I just kind of nodded, as my focus was completely taken up with remembering to breathe and thinking of my happy place (which was pretty much anywhere but there.) It wasn't until I got home that it hit me. Why aren't we lobbying for a two drink minimum before we even let them get going? Shouldn't we be allowed to *not* feel what all's going on down there?

Anyone want to sign my petition?

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

And Then the Angels Sang

I mentioned on Monday how my having cooked this weekend was something of a minor miracle.

People who know me, know that this is not a huge exaggeration.

See, I don't really cook. Don't know how, never learned, and when I moved into my own apartment, the first thing I tried to cook ended me up with bits of shattered glass dish all over my kitchen. Luckily I wasn't harmed, but that dish explosion really turned me off of the whole cooking deal.

Plus, it takes time, yo, and I don't find myself with a lot of that. And who wants to come home and spend an hour making something when you can toss a frozen pizza in the microwave and be eating in 7-10 minutes?

Fast forward to nowish and my Celiac diagnosis (un-diagnosis/re-diagnosis). As part of that, I asked my doctor specialist guy to refer me to a Dietician (who for some reason I keep calling a Nutritionist.) The first time I met with her, we talked a little bit about my confusing diagnosis and her recommendations and she gave me some Celiac specific information and suggested a few nutritional tips (like, eat some protein with breakfast.)

Right after that, the specialist called to let me know my iron was low, which isn't uncommon, I know, but was still a surprise. I started on supplements right away, but it also made me take a more serious look at what I was eating, and while it may have been easy and quick and tasty, it sure wasn't doing me much good nutritionally. No wonder my iron was low, was I actually eating anything food-like at all?

So back to the Dietician I went.

Help, I said. I don't cook. I don't know how. I don't eat well, I eat badly. I don't know what to do. Help.

And she did. She didn't look at me like I was an idiot for not knowing how to cook, and she didn't say anything when I described a typical day's meals (gluten free toast, candy, gluten free cereal, more candy, maybe some kind of gluten free frozen meal if I was feeling fancy. Hey, at least I had the gluten free part down pat, right?) she just started writing out some simple plans.

She didn't overwhelm me, or suggest anything ridiculous. She just asked me questions and worked things out with me. She'd ask me what veg I liked and if I said "er, none?" she'd talk about pre-cut baby carrots and maybe those little tomatoes? She talked about how I could cook a meal on the weekend and then have leftovers during the week. She even wrote out some simple things I could do to make sure I was getting what I need to get in each meal.

She made me feel ok with being able to do this, and when I told her my exploding dish story, her response wasn't "Man, you should have known not to put the hot dish under cold water" but was "You know, I think you probably underestimate your own ability to cook. You had marinated in the dish that broke, you know what you're doing!"

She told me about some simple recipes she does and she pulled out her lunch bag and showed me how she's got her berries to snack on and her extra stash of nuts in case she needs them.

She had a bunch of simple tips and hints and she never once made me feel anything less than capable and smart. It made me want to cry.

One of the things she mentioned was that she thought there was a good vegetable soup recipe on the Thrifty Foods website. ( Thrifty's, for you non-locals, is our beloved grocery store chain.) I went on the website and found their recipe collection.

Now I've bought cook books before and never really used them. But something about the way the recipes are laid out on their site really works for me. Plus, and this is totally cool, they list the ingredients and you can check off the things you need to buy and print off a grocery list from that.

Which I did!

I picked out two quick recipes (less than 30 minutes cooking and prep included) and printed off a grocery list for what I needed. So when I went to the store, not only did I know what I needed, it organized it into the aisles for the particular store I go to. Genius!

Then I came home, and with my newly manicured nails, I cooked.

(I also ate a pint of cherries while I cooked, but we won't mention that okay?)

And the leftovers were just as good.

I'm proud of myself, and I'm grateful to Thrifty's for their genius recipe thingamy and for my very nice, helpful, kind Dietician gal.

People, I cooked!

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Unnecessary

I read this book recently where one of the main characters had had his brain altered so that he *had* to tell the truth. It was an interesting idea and got him into some trouble. (I mean, wouldn't it suck if you'd been kidnapped and the kidnappers asked you for the secret information and you couldn't not tell them?)

When I ran into my ex the other week, there was something I'd told myself I'd tell him if I ever saw him again.

But somehow, telling a married father of two that he was (to date) the best sex I've ever had didn't seem appropriate.

Well, seemed wildly inappropriate actually.

Which is too bad, really, because at the time, I didn't have enough experience to know. If I'd known, I'd have made sure he knew.

You know?

Monday, 17 August 2009

Saturday, FTW!*


You guys? My Saturday was so so awesome.

So.

I slept in, got up, ate a yummy breakfast and went to the spa place. I then spent the next five hours doing nothing!

Well, occasionally I sighed happily or drank the water that was brought to me, but that's the extent of the effort I put out. It was perfect.

And when I was done I felt like the (and still do feel like the) girliest girl ever. My skin's soft and glowy and my fingernails are perfect and my toenails are perfect and I feel relaxed and happy. And I feel worth it. Like, I feel like I was totally worth the time and money I put into myself.

And that's maybe the best feeling. Taking care of myself and feeling how good that feels.

I feel like it's been a long few years, but the shift has happened.

After I left the place, I picked up some groceries and came home and cooked! (More on this small miracle later.) And that evening as I was sitting around mellowing out on my couch, I got a call from a friend asking if I wanted to go out for a drink.

It was the perfect way to end a perfect day.

Awesome.


*FTW

Saturday, 15 August 2009

Ahhhhh

Maybe it's a good thing that last week tired me out so much, because today, I just happened to have booked myself a day at the spa.

I booked it almost a month ago (it's a small place, so they needed some advance warning for the full package I asked for) and it's so nice knowing that after this tiring (and emotionally exhausting let me tell you) week, I'm going to spend hours getting pampered.

This isn't something I've ever done before. I mean, I've gone into a spa before, but only ever for a pedicure or maybe a massage. This is different and I'm proud of myself for doing it. Someone gave me the brochure for the place and when I was flipping through it something inside of me said "I deserve a full day of pampering, not just a pedicure!" and instead of talking myself out of it for one reason or another, I just called and booked it.

So here's hoping your Saturday is just as relaxing as mine. I may be droolingly happy the next time I see you!

Friday, 14 August 2009

Hi


Hi, I'm Cindy Mc Tiredson and I'm writing on behalf of Victoria because she's gone off to Tiredville and can't type.

Well, she could type, but thinks it might make her brain explode.

Which, you know, might not be a good idea.

Victoria is hoping to return from Tiredville as soon as possible as she's finding her stay there to be quite tiring. Tiresome.

On behalf of Tiredville and all the Mc Tiredsons, we hope you'll have no need to visit us soon.

Or if you do, we hope you find a way to write posts that make more sense than this.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Er... good day.

Monday, 10 August 2009

Hang On

Gotta head out of town for spy stuff.

Be right back though, kay?  Kay!

Saturday, 8 August 2009

I Don't Want to Grow Up


There are certain things that in my mind I'm not grown up enough to be having to deal with.

Anything involving bank loans or signing legal documents is right up there.

My brother's offered to help me with buying a car, because it's something I mentioned to him the other week.

It's also something I can think about in abstract, but as soon as I contemplate it in real life, I get seriously freaked out. I can't even imagine sitting in some guy's office hashing out the details of me singing off on a crap load of money when I have a perfectly fine car right here right now.

What grown up things have you found yourself doing lately that you don't really feel grown up enough for?



(I realize that this photo may make it look like I'm in some kind of trouble with the police, but I'm not. I don't expect to ever have to deal with that, grown up or not.)

Friday, 7 August 2009

Groan

Self? Do you not listen?

Apparently not.




In related news, I realized the other day, as I was staring at the pile of fruit on my counter, that blueberries may be my favourite fruit because they appeal to the lazy eater in me: no prep, no seeds, no nothing. Just wash and eat. And repeat. (See above link. Ahem.)

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Seriously Not Restful


I was Sookie Stackhouse in a dream this morning.

But, not in a "gosh, I'm cute and Southern and making out with hot (vampire) guys" kind of way, but in a scary hiding from the people (non-human?) who are trying to kill me kind of way.

I distinctly remember hiding in this tight space in a closet, trying not to breathe as they (who/what ever they were) opened the doors and tried to find me.

I feel like I need to re-sleep the whole night, because hiding in your sleep in your big house that's in the middle of no where where there should be people but the people are missing is tiring.

Can I have a nap at least?

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Come On Now!

Ok, seriously?

First the Smith thing and now this. . .

Ran into another ex. One of my first. Quite possibly my most significant.

He's married.

With two kids.

I don't even know what to think.

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

OK


Still kind of absorbing the news.

I've told everyone I'm fine, but that's not really true.

I mean, I'm not devastated or anything like that, but it's still upsetting. You just don't (or, ok *I* just don't) expect your ex to go off and live happily ever after.

And I really didn't expect it from Smith.

Or maybe I did and it just hurts that he didn't want to live happily ever after with me.

So I'm a little down in the dumps and trying to figure it all out.

And I forgot to wish you all a Happy B.C. day, so, yeah. Hope you had a good one.

Monday, 3 August 2009

Huh

Well, just to keep me on my toes or something. . .

C just got an email from Smith.

Turns out he's left the Forces.

And is getting married.

Saturday, 1 August 2009

Things That Make You Go Hmmmmmmmm


I didn't know people still did this:

This, being stealing the hood ornament thingies off of cars.

The reason I say "still did this" is that when I was in high school it was apparently the cool thing to do to go around and steal these things and wear them. At the time, I think VW's were hit the most, probably because you could actually hang a chain through them, but more expensive cars like BMWs were popular too.

Well, to be honest, this is all heresay, as I didn't ever run into anyone in my high school with any sort of car ornament jewellery. Nor did I know first hand of anyone who did it or had done it. It was just sort of one of those things you heard about.

Like the condom machine in the third floor boy's washroom. One of those things you only ever heard about.

But, anyway. I didn't know people still went around theiving car ornaments.

I mean, I'm assuming Toyota didn't just skimp on the glue on this guy's car, right?
Please don't steal stuff from here, it's not nice. But leave a comment, why don't cha? And drink more water. It's good for you.

P.S. If you think you know me? You probably don't. If you're sure you know me? Pretend you don't. I'll never admit I know what you're talking about anyway.

P.P.S. All this stuff is copyright from then til now (Like, 2006-2017 and then some.) Kay? Kay.