Hey, I’m sorry I was gone so long. It has been a crazy week, to say the least. Crazy busy, crazy productive, crazy fun, crazy odd. Here’s hoping next week is a little quieter.
Let’s start at the very beginning: (A very good place to start.)
Our air band “competition” went very well on Monday. I don’t want to toot our own horn, but our group was head and shoulders above all the other groups. However, following all of the performances, we realized that they weren’t actually going to pick a winner, claiming that we were all winners because we got to participate. Boo!
We are not young athletes, nor in Primary. There are losers, and it is all the other groups. Now give me my medal and/or trophy. (Really, honestly, I am not competitive.)
Monday also included being contacted by a blast from my past, my own JTW, not Carson Daly. It has been 2+ years since our sad goodbye, and I had almost started to believe he wasn’t quite real. But all the pictures of his wedding and new baby definitely seemed real enough. I have been trying all week to shake our chance reunion off, but have come to the realization that most of what I have is a new hair colour. Here’s hoping I have better luck next time. And well, hoping there is a next time.
Tuesday started by being awoken at 5:30 am by my roommates scurrying around, and turning on car alarms. Not fully awake, I tried to formulate a reason in my head for all of the noise, but never thought it would result in one of my roommates losing an organ.
A big congratulations to our Mary who survived surgery alone, and coped quite well with the boring hospital. Sorry I wasn’t more exciting at our visits and that I didn’t try and sneak in anything funny for you. Get better soon.
Wednesday…well…ah…gosh...it seems to be more of a blur than really anything. What did I do, well it is anyone’s guess.
Thursday included one of the first days off in a while. I do understand that Thursday is a pretty odd day to take off, and I really was regretting not having today off as well as I had to brave the cold elements alone to come to work. But yesterday also included new brakes! Yippee! You can now ride with me in safety. And with the cold weather, my odd car has decided it would like to start using its power steering fluid again. My car really is almost drivable again.
I also tried to get some Christmas ideas from a trip to the mall, but was bothered by the Thursday afternoon busyness and have decided that I am only giving out hugs for Christmas this year. Sorry, I don’t have the time, patience or money for anything else.
Alright, now today, Friday, I have absolutely no plans for today. With everyone I love, and even those I don’t love making other plans, I have every intention on going to bed and sleeping almost until Sunday morning. It’s really too cold to do anything else. How I ever plan on finding a return to normal with that plan, I don’t know, but so far it is the best I have.
Here’s to:
All that we wish for, plus a little more actually coming true.
Good luck to all those who need it, and God Speed for who don’t
Friday, November 30, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Today’s Report From Iceland
I’m not going to lie to you, this could have been the only reason I came to work this morning. It for sure wasn’t for any amount of stimulating conversation, or the fact that I thought getting out of my nice warm bed would be fun. Sorry, I’m just cranky. I still haven’t gotten a chance to sleep in. Who thinks calling Denise at 9:00 am would be a fun Saturday activity?
Just thinking, it is funny what we as a society now hold near and dear. Today someone called me in a panic and asked me to check their personal email. I got their user name and waited for them to tell me the password. They paused for quite a while, and then said to me, “Sorry, I just can’t tell you my password.” They quickly retracted with, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. Or that I have weird emails in there that you shouldn’t see. It’s just, well, I can’t. Sorry.”
I totally agreed with the person. I don’t have anything that you would even really want to read, let alone anything super secretive in my inbox, but the idea of giving out my super secure password makes me ill. It isn’t 13 characters for nothing. (Sadly it isn’t ILuvDeni5e)
The weekend started and ended with a bang. Well, as much of a bang as we are going to get these days.
Friday ushered in our first annual Non-Preference Party, which was seriously better than ANY preference I have ever attended. We had delicious food, got locked out of the house, (only for a couple of minutes), and had more laughs with the creepy David Blaine video (Cheez-its, Cheez-its, Cheez-its), Nadine, Dear Sister and of course, our favourite, MOC 2007. Let’s definitely try it again next year.
And Sunday brought the return of our great Weekday Eve. I have always loved Weekday Eve since we invented it almost a year ago. And no matter simple they always seem to be, fun always ensues.
We played one of my favourite games, Famous People. (Although, I really think that we need to think of a better name.) It always is somewhat challenging especially with stupid people that everyone thinks to put in. Who remembers who Paulie Shore is, really?
You would never guess that our house really was clean before the night we had, but I think the funniness was worth all of the mess. Thanks to the Provisional Government for making a guest appearance.
Looking quasi forward to our FHE madness of an air band performance. We have a lot of energy and heart in our group, so here’s hoping we win based on that.
Only waiting, hoping and praying for something good to come along.
GL/GS
Just thinking, it is funny what we as a society now hold near and dear. Today someone called me in a panic and asked me to check their personal email. I got their user name and waited for them to tell me the password. They paused for quite a while, and then said to me, “Sorry, I just can’t tell you my password.” They quickly retracted with, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. Or that I have weird emails in there that you shouldn’t see. It’s just, well, I can’t. Sorry.”
I totally agreed with the person. I don’t have anything that you would even really want to read, let alone anything super secretive in my inbox, but the idea of giving out my super secure password makes me ill. It isn’t 13 characters for nothing. (Sadly it isn’t ILuvDeni5e)
The weekend started and ended with a bang. Well, as much of a bang as we are going to get these days.
Friday ushered in our first annual Non-Preference Party, which was seriously better than ANY preference I have ever attended. We had delicious food, got locked out of the house, (only for a couple of minutes), and had more laughs with the creepy David Blaine video (Cheez-its, Cheez-its, Cheez-its), Nadine, Dear Sister and of course, our favourite, MOC 2007. Let’s definitely try it again next year.
And Sunday brought the return of our great Weekday Eve. I have always loved Weekday Eve since we invented it almost a year ago. And no matter simple they always seem to be, fun always ensues.
We played one of my favourite games, Famous People. (Although, I really think that we need to think of a better name.) It always is somewhat challenging especially with stupid people that everyone thinks to put in. Who remembers who Paulie Shore is, really?
You would never guess that our house really was clean before the night we had, but I think the funniness was worth all of the mess. Thanks to the Provisional Government for making a guest appearance.
Looking quasi forward to our FHE madness of an air band performance. We have a lot of energy and heart in our group, so here’s hoping we win based on that.
Only waiting, hoping and praying for something good to come along.
GL/GS
Friday, November 23, 2007
It's Like You Don't Even Know Me
Hello Friday! It has been a while.
Today is just more of a whine than anything. I apologize in advance.
I have a serious problem with married people, and especially newly married people. It seems that once someone gets married all remembrance of their single life, no matter how long they were single, is gone from their memory. The following story is just one example of the many, many conversations I have had of this nature over the past little while. And it seems that most of them occur at Superstore.
The other day, I went to Superstore, getting a small amount of food to tide me over until our next grocery shopping adventure, when I ran into someone that I grew up with who had recently gotten married. I congratulated the couple on their recent nuptials and introduced myself to the bride. Now, in the 5+ years since I have seen this person, I have done a lot of things in my life. However, in that time, the one thing I haven’t done is gotten married.
The conversation started out by the groom stating the obvious. “So Denise, you still aren’t married?”
“No, not yet” was my cool reply.
“Well are you at least dating anyone?” came the next tactless inquiry.
“Not at the moment, but hopefully soon. “ I said with a fake smile.
“You should really get on that”
“I probably should. Well, it was good to see you again” and I left the conversation before it even began.
Walking away, too many thoughts ran through my head.
First and foremost being that I probably should stop shopping Superstore.
And secondly, that in all that time I had done some pretty important things, I had graduated from school, I was now working as a legal assist and heck, I even had a different hair colour, none of which seemed to matter, all because I wasn’t married.
So my question to you is this. Is whatever stage you are in at moment, the most important stage?
When you are in high school is that the only thing that matters to you, meeting and talking to other people about high school and high school type things? When you are YSA, do we only focus on being single and the world associated with that? And now that people are newly married, is that the only topic of conversation they can have?
Should we fault people for focusing on things that are similar to themselves?
Will we one day unknowingly rub our marriage in the face of singles?
Just a thought.
Patiently waiting:
For this day and subsequent week to be over.
Excitedly anticipating:
The best Girls’ Night to date. Even if by outward appearances, it looks lame.
Humorously musing:
About Preferences of yore.
Good luck to all of my preference attendees. I am looking forward to all of your tales of woe and wonder.
God Speed.
Today is just more of a whine than anything. I apologize in advance.
I have a serious problem with married people, and especially newly married people. It seems that once someone gets married all remembrance of their single life, no matter how long they were single, is gone from their memory. The following story is just one example of the many, many conversations I have had of this nature over the past little while. And it seems that most of them occur at Superstore.
The other day, I went to Superstore, getting a small amount of food to tide me over until our next grocery shopping adventure, when I ran into someone that I grew up with who had recently gotten married. I congratulated the couple on their recent nuptials and introduced myself to the bride. Now, in the 5+ years since I have seen this person, I have done a lot of things in my life. However, in that time, the one thing I haven’t done is gotten married.
The conversation started out by the groom stating the obvious. “So Denise, you still aren’t married?”
“No, not yet” was my cool reply.
“Well are you at least dating anyone?” came the next tactless inquiry.
“Not at the moment, but hopefully soon. “ I said with a fake smile.
“You should really get on that”
“I probably should. Well, it was good to see you again” and I left the conversation before it even began.
Walking away, too many thoughts ran through my head.
First and foremost being that I probably should stop shopping Superstore.
And secondly, that in all that time I had done some pretty important things, I had graduated from school, I was now working as a legal assist and heck, I even had a different hair colour, none of which seemed to matter, all because I wasn’t married.
So my question to you is this. Is whatever stage you are in at moment, the most important stage?
When you are in high school is that the only thing that matters to you, meeting and talking to other people about high school and high school type things? When you are YSA, do we only focus on being single and the world associated with that? And now that people are newly married, is that the only topic of conversation they can have?
Should we fault people for focusing on things that are similar to themselves?
Will we one day unknowingly rub our marriage in the face of singles?
Just a thought.
Patiently waiting:
For this day and subsequent week to be over.
Excitedly anticipating:
The best Girls’ Night to date. Even if by outward appearances, it looks lame.
Humorously musing:
About Preferences of yore.
Good luck to all of my preference attendees. I am looking forward to all of your tales of woe and wonder.
God Speed.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Should You Have Any Questions Or Concerns
A happy Thursday to my Canadian compadres and a happy Thanksgiving to my American counterparts. I still think it is goofy to have Thanksgiving at the end of November, and even more insane to have a holiday on a Thursday. Good luck with your after holiday sales. Some of the stores have been advertising that they were planning on opening at 5am on Friday. I do love to shop, but definitely not that early.
With the Christmas season creeping up on us a little faster than I would like, I am just starting to panic about my lengthy shopping list. Thankfully I have already come up with a gift for our stupid office gift exchange. But I am still debating what to get my boss, if anything. And I am definitely at a loss for what to get any of my family or friends.
What makes it worse is that people keep telling me that they have already gotten my Christmas present. But somehow I think I will still be wandering around Christmas Eve, trying to come up with the perfect idea. So, as a help to me and a way to ensure you actually get a Christmas present this year, please leave a comment with your Christmas wish.
Please note that requesting a pony, world peace or tickets to a Poison reunion concert will result in no present. Try and be realistic. And saying, “But Denise, you are the only present that any of us really ever need”, while that is true, it is also not an answer and will likely result in no present as well.
And to help aid some of you in your search for the perfect holiday gift for myself, I have enclosed my Christmas wish list for your perusal. Good luck.
1. Seriously, more than anything, I want a new car.
But after a many attempts to procure one without much cost to me, I realized that I most likely won’t be getting a car with a big red bow on it for Christmas. (But this doesn’t mean that I won’t accept one, if that is what you decide to get me)
However, in the alternative, I have settled for my car getting fixed. Or at least an oil change.
2. An apron
I know that sounds weird and like a request a mom or grandma would make, but I seriously have been asking for one every birthday and Christmas for almost two years now. And every year, someone says, “Oh that is a good idea” and I never get one.
3. A new ipod—ipod touch.
But failing that, a new battery for my ipod.
4. Windshield wipers
Should all of our gifts have to be from Canadian Tire again, this is the only thing I want. But at least try and get some high quality ones this year.
5. Gift Cards
I know that is a copout present. But what if I suggest gift cards for things like groceries and/or gas? Besides how exactly do you give the gift of gasoline without a gift card? And no a big jerry can is not the answer.
How is the year almost over? As of today, there are only 39 more days left of 2007.
Here’s to:
Making the most of what is left.
Figuring out what is left when everything is said and done.
Circadian rhythms and REM cycles being sorted out.
The greatest Anti-Preference Party that has ever been thrown.
Good Luck and of course, God Speed.
With the Christmas season creeping up on us a little faster than I would like, I am just starting to panic about my lengthy shopping list. Thankfully I have already come up with a gift for our stupid office gift exchange. But I am still debating what to get my boss, if anything. And I am definitely at a loss for what to get any of my family or friends.
What makes it worse is that people keep telling me that they have already gotten my Christmas present. But somehow I think I will still be wandering around Christmas Eve, trying to come up with the perfect idea. So, as a help to me and a way to ensure you actually get a Christmas present this year, please leave a comment with your Christmas wish.
Please note that requesting a pony, world peace or tickets to a Poison reunion concert will result in no present. Try and be realistic. And saying, “But Denise, you are the only present that any of us really ever need”, while that is true, it is also not an answer and will likely result in no present as well.
And to help aid some of you in your search for the perfect holiday gift for myself, I have enclosed my Christmas wish list for your perusal. Good luck.
1. Seriously, more than anything, I want a new car.
But after a many attempts to procure one without much cost to me, I realized that I most likely won’t be getting a car with a big red bow on it for Christmas. (But this doesn’t mean that I won’t accept one, if that is what you decide to get me)
However, in the alternative, I have settled for my car getting fixed. Or at least an oil change.
2. An apron
I know that sounds weird and like a request a mom or grandma would make, but I seriously have been asking for one every birthday and Christmas for almost two years now. And every year, someone says, “Oh that is a good idea” and I never get one.
3. A new ipod—ipod touch.
But failing that, a new battery for my ipod.
4. Windshield wipers
Should all of our gifts have to be from Canadian Tire again, this is the only thing I want. But at least try and get some high quality ones this year.
5. Gift Cards
I know that is a copout present. But what if I suggest gift cards for things like groceries and/or gas? Besides how exactly do you give the gift of gasoline without a gift card? And no a big jerry can is not the answer.
How is the year almost over? As of today, there are only 39 more days left of 2007.
Here’s to:
Making the most of what is left.
Figuring out what is left when everything is said and done.
Circadian rhythms and REM cycles being sorted out.
The greatest Anti-Preference Party that has ever been thrown.
Good Luck and of course, God Speed.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
A Little Bit Of Nothing
A happy cold and snowy Wednesday to you all. Okay, by cold I mean about -2, and snowy, well, there is about a quarter of a centimetre of snow on the ground. I think we will look back and read this in January and wish for that kind of day. But hopefully with global warming, there won’t be snow this year.
Not long ago I realized that there was a whole group of people who didn’t know me with my original non dark hair. Because I have maintained my dark hair for almost a year now, everyone who met me in 2007 knows me with dark hair. It is a scary thought. A funny change when I first started that has now become a defining characteristic.
A couple of weeks ago for FHE, we played the ever popular ‘I’ve Never’ game. The statement was “I’ve never dyed my hair.” And to my surprise, I was the only one who had dyed their hair. And even more to my shock, people were surprised that I had dyed my hair. And no one, no one believed me that being a brunette was a relativity new thing and 100% from a bottle and not dark haired genes. One person even commented, “I just couldn’t even imagine you with blonde hair.”
Yesterday was a stressful day at our office. I am not sure what everyone was working on, but they all seemed to be running around like mad. So, to take some of the pressure off, I offered to run to the bank and post office for the day. Knowing I looked good, I only minimally primped for excursion and headed off, excited to see all of my bank buddies.
I was saddened when I got to the bank to not find any of my buddies working, and in fact only girl tellers. I waited in line for a while when one of the girl tellers looked at me and said, “I’ll be right with you, okay honey?” What?!? Honey? Really. I might not have looked it at the time, but I knew I was at least a good 5 years older than this girl.
When the teller was ready for me I went over and presented my bank deposits for her to enter, and that is when the annoying small talk started. It began as she asked me if I was done school for the day. I remarked that I had been done school for about three years. Still not catching on, she stated, “I understand how you feel, sometimes it seems like you will never be finished with school.” Staring at her for a minute, I informed her that I had completed school, and was now working.
She stayed quiet for a few more minutes until she asked me to sign the receipt. “Okay, I am almost done; I just need to sign your name on this line. That means write your name, not print. Just right here on this line.” I rolled my eyes, inside my head and quickly signed the paper. And as I gathered up all of my bank books, my new friend said to me, “Hope you have a good day at school tomorrow.”
Hoping:
To look a bit older in years to come.
Relieved:
That we all overreact from time to time. No long am I the only crazy person.
Happy:
To know that I won’t ruin yet another friendship by inviting someone to Preference. It is definitely the surest way to become awkward.
Thankful:
For all that I have, but definitely don’t deserve.
GL/GS
Not long ago I realized that there was a whole group of people who didn’t know me with my original non dark hair. Because I have maintained my dark hair for almost a year now, everyone who met me in 2007 knows me with dark hair. It is a scary thought. A funny change when I first started that has now become a defining characteristic.
A couple of weeks ago for FHE, we played the ever popular ‘I’ve Never’ game. The statement was “I’ve never dyed my hair.” And to my surprise, I was the only one who had dyed their hair. And even more to my shock, people were surprised that I had dyed my hair. And no one, no one believed me that being a brunette was a relativity new thing and 100% from a bottle and not dark haired genes. One person even commented, “I just couldn’t even imagine you with blonde hair.”
Yesterday was a stressful day at our office. I am not sure what everyone was working on, but they all seemed to be running around like mad. So, to take some of the pressure off, I offered to run to the bank and post office for the day. Knowing I looked good, I only minimally primped for excursion and headed off, excited to see all of my bank buddies.
I was saddened when I got to the bank to not find any of my buddies working, and in fact only girl tellers. I waited in line for a while when one of the girl tellers looked at me and said, “I’ll be right with you, okay honey?” What?!? Honey? Really. I might not have looked it at the time, but I knew I was at least a good 5 years older than this girl.
When the teller was ready for me I went over and presented my bank deposits for her to enter, and that is when the annoying small talk started. It began as she asked me if I was done school for the day. I remarked that I had been done school for about three years. Still not catching on, she stated, “I understand how you feel, sometimes it seems like you will never be finished with school.” Staring at her for a minute, I informed her that I had completed school, and was now working.
She stayed quiet for a few more minutes until she asked me to sign the receipt. “Okay, I am almost done; I just need to sign your name on this line. That means write your name, not print. Just right here on this line.” I rolled my eyes, inside my head and quickly signed the paper. And as I gathered up all of my bank books, my new friend said to me, “Hope you have a good day at school tomorrow.”
Hoping:
To look a bit older in years to come.
Relieved:
That we all overreact from time to time. No long am I the only crazy person.
Happy:
To know that I won’t ruin yet another friendship by inviting someone to Preference. It is definitely the surest way to become awkward.
Thankful:
For all that I have, but definitely don’t deserve.
GL/GS
Monday, November 19, 2007
Help Me If You Can
Boo for today! I am not a morning person, but I am for sure as not a Monday morning person. Again, I think I should have taken one of my holidays, today.
On Friday night, we went to see the lighting of the Christmas tree in Galt Gardens. Despite the fact it was cold and windy, Downtown Lethbridge did a pretty good job trying to get everyone in some sort of Christmas mood. Santa was supposed to come, and turn on the lights of the decorated tree in the middle of the park, and then there was going to be Christmas movies playing with free hot chocolate and popcorn.
As we waited for Santa to come, half of us stood in what we thought was the hot chocolate line, and the other half stood in what we thought was the popcorn line. After a long wait, Santa breezed by us, (kinda in a huff) and went to turn on the lights of the lamest and poorest tree I may or may not have ever seen. It was so very anticlimactic, as we didn’t even realize that Santa had turned on the lights until much later. (If we ever drive downtown together, ask me to show you the “Christmas tree”)
Finally, we got to the front of our line, only to realize that we had been standing in the popcorn line. And the other half of our group, had been standing in the balloon line! We took our popcorn and balloons and went to sit on the cold cement and finish watching ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’. Too cold to even start ‘Charlie Brown’s Christmas’, we left for the warm comfort of the mall, where we happily met up with Keely!
Thankful for:
Another weekend with our favourite Keely. You should just be here every weekend.
Sorry for:
All the numerous phone calls to Ashley. Here’s hoping you made it out that house safe and sound.
Oh well, back to the drawing board. I just wish I had some artistic skill.
Good Luck.
God Speed.
On Friday night, we went to see the lighting of the Christmas tree in Galt Gardens. Despite the fact it was cold and windy, Downtown Lethbridge did a pretty good job trying to get everyone in some sort of Christmas mood. Santa was supposed to come, and turn on the lights of the decorated tree in the middle of the park, and then there was going to be Christmas movies playing with free hot chocolate and popcorn.
As we waited for Santa to come, half of us stood in what we thought was the hot chocolate line, and the other half stood in what we thought was the popcorn line. After a long wait, Santa breezed by us, (kinda in a huff) and went to turn on the lights of the lamest and poorest tree I may or may not have ever seen. It was so very anticlimactic, as we didn’t even realize that Santa had turned on the lights until much later. (If we ever drive downtown together, ask me to show you the “Christmas tree”)
Finally, we got to the front of our line, only to realize that we had been standing in the popcorn line. And the other half of our group, had been standing in the balloon line! We took our popcorn and balloons and went to sit on the cold cement and finish watching ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’. Too cold to even start ‘Charlie Brown’s Christmas’, we left for the warm comfort of the mall, where we happily met up with Keely!
Thankful for:
Another weekend with our favourite Keely. You should just be here every weekend.
Sorry for:
All the numerous phone calls to Ashley. Here’s hoping you made it out that house safe and sound.
Oh well, back to the drawing board. I just wish I had some artistic skill.
Good Luck.
God Speed.
Friday, November 16, 2007
You're Not The Same
Hallelujah! It’s finally Friday. It feels like forever since that happened. And with all of the stress of last week, finally, awkwardly, coming to a close, I need the weekend more than anything.
I had a dream last night that I cleaned my room. (What a boring subconscious I have.) It was really nice, and I was happy. But then I woke up and realized it was only a dream, and so I am still quite sad. But tomorrow is Clean Up Day 2007! Hooray!
So last night, in an effort to extend our circle of friends, we invited one the coworkers of my Chapters squad to hang out with us. Sure he is young, and he hadn’t ever seen The Office before, but I think I enjoyed having him with us. And I think he enjoyed spending some time with his favourite coworkers, and of course meeting me.
But I think my favourite part of the night came as we dropped him off, back home. When our new found friend remarked, “You guys are sure different than the other group of people I hang out with.” We agreed that we were a little crazy sometimes. But he went on, “No, it’s not that. You all are just…so…goody-goody.”
I guess I had never really thought about it, but to the outside world we might seem a little much. But in our own Mormon world, it just seems normal. I still am laughing just thinking about us as “goody-goody”.
Alright, well, that’s about it for today. Make sure to read yesterday’s post. Sorry I published it so late.
So excited:
To see Keely again tonight!
Still questioning:
How I made the lasagne so good.
Finally realizing:
Things looked so much better with the rose coloured glasses.
Thanks to God for more than good luck.
I had a dream last night that I cleaned my room. (What a boring subconscious I have.) It was really nice, and I was happy. But then I woke up and realized it was only a dream, and so I am still quite sad. But tomorrow is Clean Up Day 2007! Hooray!
So last night, in an effort to extend our circle of friends, we invited one the coworkers of my Chapters squad to hang out with us. Sure he is young, and he hadn’t ever seen The Office before, but I think I enjoyed having him with us. And I think he enjoyed spending some time with his favourite coworkers, and of course meeting me.
But I think my favourite part of the night came as we dropped him off, back home. When our new found friend remarked, “You guys are sure different than the other group of people I hang out with.” We agreed that we were a little crazy sometimes. But he went on, “No, it’s not that. You all are just…so…goody-goody.”
I guess I had never really thought about it, but to the outside world we might seem a little much. But in our own Mormon world, it just seems normal. I still am laughing just thinking about us as “goody-goody”.
Alright, well, that’s about it for today. Make sure to read yesterday’s post. Sorry I published it so late.
So excited:
To see Keely again tonight!
Still questioning:
How I made the lasagne so good.
Finally realizing:
Things looked so much better with the rose coloured glasses.
Thanks to God for more than good luck.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Unfeeling--Unflinching--Unfinished--Unsaid
I almost thought I couldn't get to post out before Thursday officially ended. But it has been a busy day, and at least I have six minutes until Friday.
My good heavens, it feels like there is just so much to talk about today. So let’s get started.
First of all, a big thank you to whomever decided it was about time that Alberta got new license plates. As of right now, nothing in terms of design have been decided. The government is just fishing around to see if Albertans are open to the idea of a new and improved license plate. I for one am so ready for a change.
The current plates have been around for 25 years, and definitely look it. Hello, 1983 called and they want their font back. (However, 1998 called and they want their insult back.) And the motto “Wild Rose Country”, well, it’s a little worn. (I have lived in Alberta my whole life and have only seen a handful of wild roses, ever)
I had a discussion about this with Jenny this morning. And it could have been because we were having this conversation at 8:30 this morning, but she didn’t seem overly impressed with the idea of changing, and in fact actually likes the “Wild Rose Country” motto. But then again, maybe I care a little too much about a small piece of metal attached to my car.
Here’s hoping the new license plates at least try and match the coolness of Manitoba or The Northwest Territories.
Send your ideas to the government here!
The other news comes from my TV boyfriend (maybe just wishing a bit he was my real boyfriend.)George Stroumboulopoulos. His show, The Hour, is the greatest thing on CBC today. Rivaling, Hockey Night in Canada, The National and even Pit Pony.
CBC really has had it moments for me in the past, like before Casey and Finnegan decided to leave Mr. Dressup’s tree house, and before any of us questioned why a giant was hanging out with a orange and purple giraffe and a chicken in a bag, anything that was ‘Fit for the Pit’ from Streetcents, and countess games of Reach for the Pop and Matchmaker 2000 that Jono gave us.
But I think The Hour has headed to the top of that list. How could you not love a man that has seventeen letters in his last name?
On last night’s show, George made the greatest suggestion ever. He suggested that in an effort to get great music into the world, we all should make a good old mixed CD. Not full of songs that we could just hear on the radio, but songs that mean something to us, that break our heart, make us want to celebrate, or just plain feel good about life again.
After we gather up our CD, we are just suppose to leave it somewhere, a bus stop, at the mall, anywhere, just for someone to pick up and enjoy some new music.
Don’t you love this idea? I know that me and Jenny sure did. We were planning on making our yearly CD for each other anyways, so why not just burn an extra copy for the cosmos to take care of?
And you wonder why we all love George so much.
In more personal news, I have been spending my evenings making more posters for yet another YSA activity. This could be the death of me.
Never one who really succeeded with poser paper, and never learning how to draw amazing bubble letters, I have resigned my posters to whatever will fit on a normal 81/2 x 11 sheet. Figuring my graphic design was much better than me with scads of Mr. Sketch markers. However, I have recently come under scrutiny as my computer designed posters aren’t “flashy” enough for some of my committee.
So armed with makers and poster paper, I have been trying to come up with something both flashy, and classy. (And realizing it is a lot harder than I ever imagined.)
But hopefully after this, I can take a break from my publicity duties.
Alright, here's hoping you had a good day. Thanks for the fun night.
Talk to you all again tomorrow. So looking forward to Friday!
GL/GS
My good heavens, it feels like there is just so much to talk about today. So let’s get started.
First of all, a big thank you to whomever decided it was about time that Alberta got new license plates. As of right now, nothing in terms of design have been decided. The government is just fishing around to see if Albertans are open to the idea of a new and improved license plate. I for one am so ready for a change.
The current plates have been around for 25 years, and definitely look it. Hello, 1983 called and they want their font back. (However, 1998 called and they want their insult back.) And the motto “Wild Rose Country”, well, it’s a little worn. (I have lived in Alberta my whole life and have only seen a handful of wild roses, ever)
I had a discussion about this with Jenny this morning. And it could have been because we were having this conversation at 8:30 this morning, but she didn’t seem overly impressed with the idea of changing, and in fact actually likes the “Wild Rose Country” motto. But then again, maybe I care a little too much about a small piece of metal attached to my car.
Here’s hoping the new license plates at least try and match the coolness of Manitoba or The Northwest Territories.
Send your ideas to the government here!
The other news comes from my TV boyfriend (maybe just wishing a bit he was my real boyfriend.)George Stroumboulopoulos. His show, The Hour, is the greatest thing on CBC today. Rivaling, Hockey Night in Canada, The National and even Pit Pony.
CBC really has had it moments for me in the past, like before Casey and Finnegan decided to leave Mr. Dressup’s tree house, and before any of us questioned why a giant was hanging out with a orange and purple giraffe and a chicken in a bag, anything that was ‘Fit for the Pit’ from Streetcents, and countess games of Reach for the Pop and Matchmaker 2000 that Jono gave us.
But I think The Hour has headed to the top of that list. How could you not love a man that has seventeen letters in his last name?
On last night’s show, George made the greatest suggestion ever. He suggested that in an effort to get great music into the world, we all should make a good old mixed CD. Not full of songs that we could just hear on the radio, but songs that mean something to us, that break our heart, make us want to celebrate, or just plain feel good about life again.
After we gather up our CD, we are just suppose to leave it somewhere, a bus stop, at the mall, anywhere, just for someone to pick up and enjoy some new music.
Don’t you love this idea? I know that me and Jenny sure did. We were planning on making our yearly CD for each other anyways, so why not just burn an extra copy for the cosmos to take care of?
And you wonder why we all love George so much.
In more personal news, I have been spending my evenings making more posters for yet another YSA activity. This could be the death of me.
Never one who really succeeded with poser paper, and never learning how to draw amazing bubble letters, I have resigned my posters to whatever will fit on a normal 81/2 x 11 sheet. Figuring my graphic design was much better than me with scads of Mr. Sketch markers. However, I have recently come under scrutiny as my computer designed posters aren’t “flashy” enough for some of my committee.
So armed with makers and poster paper, I have been trying to come up with something both flashy, and classy. (And realizing it is a lot harder than I ever imagined.)
But hopefully after this, I can take a break from my publicity duties.
Alright, here's hoping you had a good day. Thanks for the fun night.
Talk to you all again tomorrow. So looking forward to Friday!
GL/GS
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Further To The Above Noted Matter
Well, it wasn’t exactly in these terms, but my “friend” just told me that there was no need to be a wounded puppy, and pretty much no one cares anymore about my tales of woe. It actually was a lot harsher than that. Wow! Ouch! So, I guess, sorry for being so hard on some of you.
So, for a treat for you all today, I will provide you with the entertainment I know you have all been seeking for the past little while.
When I was in high school, and really had no idea what to do with the rest of my life (I really never imagined it turning out this way.) I had to take one of those career placement tests. Where the top five career choices came out as follows:
1. Psychic (That’s right, you read that right. Psychic. And I think ever since then I have had a belief that I may or may not have a small clairvoyant ability.)
2. Wedding Planner (I thought this was greatest idea until I actually kinda got into the planning of a wedding, and then I realized what a huge mess weddings actually were. And that there were few people in this world who think a hot dog wedding was as funny as I do.)
3. Arab Translator (Sure, I could translate. But I would have to learn Arab first. Hope that isn’t a problem.)
4. Elementary School Teacher (Let’s not even go there.)
5. Newspaper Editor/Writer (I had never really contemplated this one much. Come on, given the idea of psychic and translator, the newspaper seemed too easy. Besides, seriously, when was the last time you picked up a newspaper, and actually read an article from it, and not just looked for the Sunshine Girl/Boy or the newest Garfield cartoon?)
So I decided that it had been eight years since my last career placement test, so I took another one today to see what I could still become.
Here are the Top Ten results:
1. Clergy
2. Writer
3. Inventor
4. Florist
5. Comedian
6. Politician
7. Producer
8. Legal Assistant
9. Librarian
10. Advertising Specialist
How did the internets know me so well! I love the idea of all of these jobs!
But what I really find funny is that out of all of the careers in this world, I really could be a Legal Assistant. Who knew?
Thanks to Jenny who really did predict that, last night was going to be a Top Night. (I always miss Ashley Smith when I say that.) Full of a few funny Facebook messages, phone calls to Flick, Stranger Danger, Boots, birthday celebrations and a lot of food. Somehow, I feel this week is really starting to look up.
Am I really going to Preference, even after all my protesting and picketing against it?
GL/GS
So, for a treat for you all today, I will provide you with the entertainment I know you have all been seeking for the past little while.
When I was in high school, and really had no idea what to do with the rest of my life (I really never imagined it turning out this way.) I had to take one of those career placement tests. Where the top five career choices came out as follows:
1. Psychic (That’s right, you read that right. Psychic. And I think ever since then I have had a belief that I may or may not have a small clairvoyant ability.)
2. Wedding Planner (I thought this was greatest idea until I actually kinda got into the planning of a wedding, and then I realized what a huge mess weddings actually were. And that there were few people in this world who think a hot dog wedding was as funny as I do.)
3. Arab Translator (Sure, I could translate. But I would have to learn Arab first. Hope that isn’t a problem.)
4. Elementary School Teacher (Let’s not even go there.)
5. Newspaper Editor/Writer (I had never really contemplated this one much. Come on, given the idea of psychic and translator, the newspaper seemed too easy. Besides, seriously, when was the last time you picked up a newspaper, and actually read an article from it, and not just looked for the Sunshine Girl/Boy or the newest Garfield cartoon?)
So I decided that it had been eight years since my last career placement test, so I took another one today to see what I could still become.
Here are the Top Ten results:
1. Clergy
2. Writer
3. Inventor
4. Florist
5. Comedian
6. Politician
7. Producer
8. Legal Assistant
9. Librarian
10. Advertising Specialist
How did the internets know me so well! I love the idea of all of these jobs!
But what I really find funny is that out of all of the careers in this world, I really could be a Legal Assistant. Who knew?
Thanks to Jenny who really did predict that, last night was going to be a Top Night. (I always miss Ashley Smith when I say that.) Full of a few funny Facebook messages, phone calls to Flick, Stranger Danger, Boots, birthday celebrations and a lot of food. Somehow, I feel this week is really starting to look up.
Am I really going to Preference, even after all my protesting and picketing against it?
GL/GS
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I Think You Know What I'm Getting At
Well a happy Tuesday. Just sad that the last long weekend until Christmas is over. The weekend really wasn’t overly exciting. I spent more time in pajamas (isn’t that a stupid word) this weekend than in real pants. But sadly didn’t get any amount of room cleaning done. In fact, I think it is messier than before, if that is even possible.
I have spent today listening to the Preference CDs I have made over the past couple of years, and am relieved I don’t have to put one together. It is a lot more work than it is really worth, and I am too vain to just use the same CD every year. Personalized or bust.
For reasons only somewhat known to me, I have been nominated “Ward Preference Finder Outer” (I should really come up with a better title than that.) Ladies come to me with an idea of who to ask and I find out of the person has been asked and a creative way in which to ask them. Seriously, the hardest part of this whole Preference game. But I have agreed because most of the girls that have used my services, have never been to Preference, and are quite clueless about the whole procedure.
I have enjoyed all of the underground, private eye tactics I have had to employ. I am just happy I haven’t stooped to combing through any guy’s garbage. And just finding it just a little bit weird I won’t be attending this year, if only to check up on all of my matchmaking. C’est la vie. I am guaranteeing that my night will be a fun-er and less stressful than any preference any of you could come up with.
And in the end:
Kinda sad with the anticlimactic ending, and thinking maybe this thing really should have come to blows. Is pretending it never happened really a solution?
Thankful for Keely’s brief return to The Bridge. Maybe it is just what we needed to turn Season Two around. Looking forward so much to next weekend!
Speaking of The Bridge, just wondering when Sweeps is going to be over, and if the second half of the season gets better.
Funny times with Ashley and Tchotchke Alley. And more commiserating with each other. Things really can’t get any stupider, can they?
Thanks to everyone.
Well, good luck and of course, God speed.
I have spent today listening to the Preference CDs I have made over the past couple of years, and am relieved I don’t have to put one together. It is a lot more work than it is really worth, and I am too vain to just use the same CD every year. Personalized or bust.
For reasons only somewhat known to me, I have been nominated “Ward Preference Finder Outer” (I should really come up with a better title than that.) Ladies come to me with an idea of who to ask and I find out of the person has been asked and a creative way in which to ask them. Seriously, the hardest part of this whole Preference game. But I have agreed because most of the girls that have used my services, have never been to Preference, and are quite clueless about the whole procedure.
I have enjoyed all of the underground, private eye tactics I have had to employ. I am just happy I haven’t stooped to combing through any guy’s garbage. And just finding it just a little bit weird I won’t be attending this year, if only to check up on all of my matchmaking. C’est la vie. I am guaranteeing that my night will be a fun-er and less stressful than any preference any of you could come up with.
And in the end:
Kinda sad with the anticlimactic ending, and thinking maybe this thing really should have come to blows. Is pretending it never happened really a solution?
Thankful for Keely’s brief return to The Bridge. Maybe it is just what we needed to turn Season Two around. Looking forward so much to next weekend!
Speaking of The Bridge, just wondering when Sweeps is going to be over, and if the second half of the season gets better.
Funny times with Ashley and Tchotchke Alley. And more commiserating with each other. Things really can’t get any stupider, can they?
Thanks to everyone.
Well, good luck and of course, God speed.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Welcome To The Real World
Seriously, I am so slow moving today. I have absolutely no motivation, and I am still trying to figure out how everyone got the day off work, but really me. And why didn’t I think of taking the day off earlier? Jenny has made me promise that I would do something exciting this weekend, but with you gone, I seriously have every intention of staying in bed until at least Sunday morning. Pretty thrilling weekend, eh? I know you will be interested in the write up all about it on Tuesday.
I went to see Becoming Jane with my mom and Jenny last night. They both highly enjoyed it. I fell asleep. (Don’t tell them that though) And to be honest, I wasn’t overly surprised I fell asleep, I tried to read Pride and Prejudice but kept falling asleep. Sorry Jane Austen, I am sure it is a thrilling story.
Just a short one today.
Here’s hoping:
You all have a fun weekend. Drive safe; remember who you are and what you stand for. Looking forward to all the funny stories from the drive up and back.
If and when this comes to blows, let’s make it at Tim Horton’s again. That way there is some humor attached to it, and I can do reenactments for years to come.
Oh well.
Good Luck. God Speed.
I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.
Mitch Hedberg
I went to see Becoming Jane with my mom and Jenny last night. They both highly enjoyed it. I fell asleep. (Don’t tell them that though) And to be honest, I wasn’t overly surprised I fell asleep, I tried to read Pride and Prejudice but kept falling asleep. Sorry Jane Austen, I am sure it is a thrilling story.
Just a short one today.
Here’s hoping:
You all have a fun weekend. Drive safe; remember who you are and what you stand for. Looking forward to all the funny stories from the drive up and back.
If and when this comes to blows, let’s make it at Tim Horton’s again. That way there is some humor attached to it, and I can do reenactments for years to come.
Oh well.
Good Luck. God Speed.
I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.
Mitch Hedberg
Thursday, November 08, 2007
You Can't Be Mad Forever, Can You?
Okay, I guess I am crossing the line. How many of you bet that I wouldn’t be able to go a week with a blog entry? Seriously, I couldn’t even go a day. I guess I am not as stubborn as I think I am.
But to be honest, you all missed some great and exciting stories during my little vacation.
First of all, Monday was another classic example of how my office is stuck in not only the 20th Century, but even back in the 19th Century. We finally got our first Interac machine at the office. But the worst part came as we had to attend an 1 ½ hour training meeting on how to work the machine. Because there were too many people in the office to all crowd around our small machine for the demonstration, we had to sign up for which session we would like to attend. (I know, this is already too much.) Well, lucky for me, the Interac machine is right outside of my office, so I got the presentation twice.
So at the exciting presentation, we all got to practise swiping a debit card and keying in the purchase amount. (One of the ladies put in $11.00 instead of $1.00, and I won’t even begin to explain the kafuffle that came from trying to correct that mistake.) And we all got to roll play being a customer, and pretending to do a transaction. It was pretty thrilling stuff.
One of my coworkers admitted that she had never used an Interac machine. I seriously couldn’t believe it. This is not new technology. We had an Interac machine at A&W when I worked there, way back in 1996. Eleven years later and you still haven’t used one?!? Where am I working? The black hole of technology?
Work seems to be the only aspect of my life where I am hanging on to a little bit of sanity these days. (Knock on wood.) And you are looking at the newest Commissioner for Oaths in and for the Province of Alberta.
What exactly does that entail, you might wonder. Well, after filling out a short form, reading an uninteresting pamphlet, and oral examination by our favourite RDP, I am now able to witness people swearing or affirming documents to be true. Exciting, I know.
This a special title, reserved for MPs, MLAs, Judges, Lawyers, Police Officers and pretty much anyone who wants to pay $50.00 for the same title.
But title comes with a certificate and a stamp!
Well, that seems to be all for right now.
Thinking it has been a long week
Let’s call a ceasefire?
Good Luck. God Speed.
But to be honest, you all missed some great and exciting stories during my little vacation.
First of all, Monday was another classic example of how my office is stuck in not only the 20th Century, but even back in the 19th Century. We finally got our first Interac machine at the office. But the worst part came as we had to attend an 1 ½ hour training meeting on how to work the machine. Because there were too many people in the office to all crowd around our small machine for the demonstration, we had to sign up for which session we would like to attend. (I know, this is already too much.) Well, lucky for me, the Interac machine is right outside of my office, so I got the presentation twice.
So at the exciting presentation, we all got to practise swiping a debit card and keying in the purchase amount. (One of the ladies put in $11.00 instead of $1.00, and I won’t even begin to explain the kafuffle that came from trying to correct that mistake.) And we all got to roll play being a customer, and pretending to do a transaction. It was pretty thrilling stuff.
One of my coworkers admitted that she had never used an Interac machine. I seriously couldn’t believe it. This is not new technology. We had an Interac machine at A&W when I worked there, way back in 1996. Eleven years later and you still haven’t used one?!? Where am I working? The black hole of technology?
Work seems to be the only aspect of my life where I am hanging on to a little bit of sanity these days. (Knock on wood.) And you are looking at the newest Commissioner for Oaths in and for the Province of Alberta.
What exactly does that entail, you might wonder. Well, after filling out a short form, reading an uninteresting pamphlet, and oral examination by our favourite RDP, I am now able to witness people swearing or affirming documents to be true. Exciting, I know.
This a special title, reserved for MPs, MLAs, Judges, Lawyers, Police Officers and pretty much anyone who wants to pay $50.00 for the same title.
But title comes with a certificate and a stamp!
Well, that seems to be all for right now.
Thinking it has been a long week
Let’s call a ceasefire?
Good Luck. God Speed.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Holding The Blog Hostage
So in support of my fellow writing brothers, I too have decided to go on strike.
Or at least have decided to take a bit of a sabbatical.
How long this will last? Only you know the answer.
Thanks to everyone for the continued support.
Here’s hoping for a speedy resolution.
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
I'm still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
Or at least have decided to take a bit of a sabbatical.
How long this will last? Only you know the answer.
Thanks to everyone for the continued support.
Here’s hoping for a speedy resolution.
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
I'm still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
Monday, November 05, 2007
It’s Only A Matter Of Time Until We Are All Found Out
Happy Guy Fawkes Day or not. I saw V for Vendetta, starring my birthday twin, Natalie Portman. We watched it outside at Danny’s house one cool October night, where the girl I was sitting next to kept screaming anytime anyone even moved on the screen.
Seven Thoughts:
1. It is about time we found a feel good movie. After a whole summer of robot fighting and shoot ‘em ups, it was relaxing to truly find the perfect date movie in “Dan in Real Life”. The story is nothing like you imagine from the trailers. Give it a try, you might just enjoy it.
2. It is hard to believe that Flick is the same girl that once wrote, “Jesse Richards, Where Are You?” Her new song, “Backwards Dating” is sure to take over “Let’s Not Be Awkward” for most requested.
3. Daylight saving time is really only beneficial if you actually go to bed at the same time, and not just stay up the extra hour, or two. Maybe next year will be better.
4. Jealousy, oh jealousy. Somehow I thought I had beaten you. But I hadn’t. Jealously leaves you with scraped knees, too much yelling, and a lot of over reacting.
5. Speaking of over reacting. Oh my. Sorry. You tried, really you did. I am sorry. You can’t get mad at someone else for your own personal issues.
6. After years without, I decided on Sunday night to take a bath and learned baths are not fun nor are they relaxing. With the invention of the shower, I don’t know why anyone would ever want to take a bath. I was so incredibly bored. I took my ipod with me, but then was so paranoid about it falling into the water and me ending up dead.
7. I know what you want to say
I know it but can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and I should have said it
But tell me just what has it ever meant
Thanks anyways. Please don’t be mad at me forever.
Good luck and God Speed.
Seven Thoughts:
1. It is about time we found a feel good movie. After a whole summer of robot fighting and shoot ‘em ups, it was relaxing to truly find the perfect date movie in “Dan in Real Life”. The story is nothing like you imagine from the trailers. Give it a try, you might just enjoy it.
2. It is hard to believe that Flick is the same girl that once wrote, “Jesse Richards, Where Are You?” Her new song, “Backwards Dating” is sure to take over “Let’s Not Be Awkward” for most requested.
3. Daylight saving time is really only beneficial if you actually go to bed at the same time, and not just stay up the extra hour, or two. Maybe next year will be better.
4. Jealousy, oh jealousy. Somehow I thought I had beaten you. But I hadn’t. Jealously leaves you with scraped knees, too much yelling, and a lot of over reacting.
5. Speaking of over reacting. Oh my. Sorry. You tried, really you did. I am sorry. You can’t get mad at someone else for your own personal issues.
6. After years without, I decided on Sunday night to take a bath and learned baths are not fun nor are they relaxing. With the invention of the shower, I don’t know why anyone would ever want to take a bath. I was so incredibly bored. I took my ipod with me, but then was so paranoid about it falling into the water and me ending up dead.
7. I know what you want to say
I know it but can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and I should have said it
But tell me just what has it ever meant
Thanks anyways. Please don’t be mad at me forever.
Good luck and God Speed.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Entertaining You Five Days A Week
Well, finally a happy Friday to one and all, or all and sundry as Jenny has suggested. I am very relieved that it is finally the weekend, but feel that there is so much to do this weekend. Boo. At some point I still have to finish my awesome YSA posters, clean my room, go to a couple of meetings and make some sort of meal for 100 people. And only 2 ½ days to complete it all in.
Here’s to:
Adding to my happiness by making it on to Odd Todd again!
(Seriously, stop asking me what it is all about, and just go look at it.)
Outstanding birthday celebrations. Excellent food, wonderful conversation, and the hottest bunch of friends I have seen in a while.
Friends who will let you pretend that making them like The Beatles is a real birthday present.
The ups finally out numbering the downs.
Thanks. It’s starting to feel like normal again.
Everything is better than just good luck.
Thanks to God.
Here’s to:
Adding to my happiness by making it on to Odd Todd again!
(Seriously, stop asking me what it is all about, and just go look at it.)
Outstanding birthday celebrations. Excellent food, wonderful conversation, and the hottest bunch of friends I have seen in a while.
Friends who will let you pretend that making them like The Beatles is a real birthday present.
The ups finally out numbering the downs.
Thanks. It’s starting to feel like normal again.
Everything is better than just good luck.
Thanks to God.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
It Doesn’t Really Matter
I may just be a little tickled pink. People out there are actually reading this thing! Wow! And not just my roommates that I forcibly sit down and make them listen as I dramatically read my own muse. Thanks. I will try and knock out something a little more profound that my own personal tomfoolery or social commentary on my own physical appearance as compared to that of my co-workers. (Which, I seriously have to admit that far exceeds anything anyone else brought to the office today. Even with the straight hair again, I am rockin’ the office hard.)
A happy All Saints’ Day to one and all and a very happy birthday to one my favourite early November birthday celebrators. (Looking forward to your birthday merriment tomorrow, Brent.)
So today as a treat for all of you, it is time for one of my favourite, and no doubt your favourite games:
(I just made that title up. And I guess it really isn’t a game, more so a list of music. Dare as we compare.)
Grateful The Beatles have held on to the top spot and excited with our new number two by our favourite profound band, Jimmy Eat World.
I must be a Get Up Kids fan. The own five of the top twenty-five spots. Even more than The Beatles. Watch out.
Here’s to:
Not having a real window in my office, apparently it is snowing outside. The ladies are all a buzz with excitement.
Actually excited for the Girl’s Night tomorrow.
Kicking out all kinds work, and all kinds of awesome.
The happiness that abounds today.
As always, Good Luck and God Speed.
A happy All Saints’ Day to one and all and a very happy birthday to one my favourite early November birthday celebrators. (Looking forward to your birthday merriment tomorrow, Brent.)
So today as a treat for all of you, it is time for one of my favourite, and no doubt your favourite games:
(I just made that title up. And I guess it really isn’t a game, more so a list of music. Dare as we compare.)
Grateful The Beatles have held on to the top spot and excited with our new number two by our favourite profound band, Jimmy Eat World.
I must be a Get Up Kids fan. The own five of the top twenty-five spots. Even more than The Beatles. Watch out.Here’s to:
Not having a real window in my office, apparently it is snowing outside. The ladies are all a buzz with excitement.
Actually excited for the Girl’s Night tomorrow.
Kicking out all kinds work, and all kinds of awesome.
The happiness that abounds today.
As always, Good Luck and God Speed.
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