Well, it is Tuesday, but lucky for us, July is almost over. I don’t if it is because of the heat or what, but July seems to have been a painfully slow month, with hit and miss highlights. Here’s hoping that August is full of the summer memories that we have been waiting for, and cooler temperatures.
In the past week I have re-developed my appreciation for The Tragically Hip. I hadn’t picked them up in a while, but somehow their multifaceted lyrics seemed to be just what I needed this week.
Eric and I first started listening to The Hip shortly after my older brother left on his mission. I know Brent will never admit that he missed us, but I will admit that we missed him, and having his music around seemed to make the two years seem not so long. Sorry for the sappiness.
While Brent was gone, The Tragically Hip came to Lethbridge, and I convinced my parents to let me take Eric, who at the time was not any older than 11, to go with me to the concert. The concert was great and the played a lot of our favourites. We had seats on the floor, not too far back from the band. Anyone who has been to a Tragically Hip concert knows of the fun/weirdness of one of their shows.
We ended up sitting by some drunk guy, who at one point took off his shirt and threw it on stage. He also thought it was great that I took Eric with me and called me Amanda all night. Now, I understand he was drunk and it was loud in there, but for reasons unknown to me, I am always called the wrong name.
For two years, I was called Sally by someone in my Bishopric, and people are forever calling me Cindy on the phone. And I can’t even begin to tell you all the time I have been called Dennis, or had my name spelled in odd manors. Denyse, Dennise, Denice, Denese.D’Niece. Now, I understand that Denise is not really a common name, but it isn’t that weird either, is it?
And I don’t even get me started on the problems people have with my last name.
Here’s to:
Having some problems solved and still mystified at the others.
Being on my A game, and taking no prisoners.
I guess to you. It is the least of what I owe you.
This being Post #200! Wow! Now I wish I would have written something a little more profound. Look how much has changed in just 100 entries.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
I've Been Home All Summer
Well a happy Friday to one and all. It has been a bizarre week, so I am very grateful for the weekend and whatever that holds. Don’t get your hopes up.
There isn’t much to report. The summer feels like it is just slipping away from us. But with all the hot weather, there really isn’t any motivation to do anything overly elaborate. I must say that I think I am enjoying our small, tight knit group of friends, even if the most exciting thing we do is a trip to the mall, rather than that mass chaos of last year. Less really is more.
I keep forgetting to mention that Flick is moving. I think mostly because I don’t want it to be true. In her defense, we had talked about her moving at the beginning of summer. Somehow I thought just because we didn’t talk about it meant it wasn’t really happening. But as of September 1, 2007 she will be a Westsider and Jenny and me left with an extra room.
Me and Flick have lived together for two years, which by Mormon roommate standards is a lifetime. But it really hasn’t felt that long. Is it because we aren’t “opposite in every way” anymore”? I can dye my hair blonde again! Thanks for everything. Maybe we can get a bird now.
Life just seems to be the same everyday. We all are just comfortable with how everything is playing out. Really we are just spinning our tires, but we are too tired to try and push our metaphorical car out of the mud. Maybe September will be just the boost that we need. But then again, is there anything wrong with everything seemingly going okay, just not great? Or are we just wasting time?
Here’s to:
Things too many to count or to remember when it all began.
Time with you. It has been strangely fun.
End of an era
Beginning of something new.
Hope
Where is the moment we needed the most?
There isn’t much to report. The summer feels like it is just slipping away from us. But with all the hot weather, there really isn’t any motivation to do anything overly elaborate. I must say that I think I am enjoying our small, tight knit group of friends, even if the most exciting thing we do is a trip to the mall, rather than that mass chaos of last year. Less really is more.
I keep forgetting to mention that Flick is moving. I think mostly because I don’t want it to be true. In her defense, we had talked about her moving at the beginning of summer. Somehow I thought just because we didn’t talk about it meant it wasn’t really happening. But as of September 1, 2007 she will be a Westsider and Jenny and me left with an extra room.
Me and Flick have lived together for two years, which by Mormon roommate standards is a lifetime. But it really hasn’t felt that long. Is it because we aren’t “opposite in every way” anymore”? I can dye my hair blonde again! Thanks for everything. Maybe we can get a bird now.
Life just seems to be the same everyday. We all are just comfortable with how everything is playing out. Really we are just spinning our tires, but we are too tired to try and push our metaphorical car out of the mud. Maybe September will be just the boost that we need. But then again, is there anything wrong with everything seemingly going okay, just not great? Or are we just wasting time?
Here’s to:
Things too many to count or to remember when it all began.
Time with you. It has been strangely fun.
End of an era
Beginning of something new.
Hope
Where is the moment we needed the most?
Monday, July 23, 2007
It Couldn’t Have Come At A Worse Time
If we are finally coming to the end of the chapter, that was one long chapter. Hopefully, the next chapter is a lot better.
This I have learned this week:
1. A tent on your lawn isn’t hobo-esque, it is outdoorsy.
2. It never is a good thing for people to know you threw up, especially boys.
3. There isn’t a lot of variety when it comes to boy’s clothing. Maybe this is why there aren’t that many boy shopaholics.
4. Thanks to the modern miracle that is the internet, I know how Harry Potter ends, all without reading a single line in any of the books. I think my children and grandchildren will be sad I wasn’t more into it.
5. It is hard to complain about a sunburn that is covered 98% of the day. You are in pain, but no one really knows about it. (The sunburn is on my shoulders…what were you thinking?)
6. Don’t judge someone on their girl sounding name. They might just turn out to be the hottest river guide ever.
7. Boys are much cuter when they are just acting normal.
8. I am not street, I am a white girl from Western Canada.
9. Your mom is always there to take care of you, even if you are 26 and a little crazy.
10. As much as things appear to change, they really stay the same.
Here’s to:
Accepting being vivacious, but definitely rejecting being a caricature of myself. Although aren’t you going to be disappointed when you realize I am not like this all the time?
Guilt trips. Hmm…obviously they are working.
Me, but a little bit to you as well.
This I have learned this week:
1. A tent on your lawn isn’t hobo-esque, it is outdoorsy.
2. It never is a good thing for people to know you threw up, especially boys.
3. There isn’t a lot of variety when it comes to boy’s clothing. Maybe this is why there aren’t that many boy shopaholics.
4. Thanks to the modern miracle that is the internet, I know how Harry Potter ends, all without reading a single line in any of the books. I think my children and grandchildren will be sad I wasn’t more into it.
5. It is hard to complain about a sunburn that is covered 98% of the day. You are in pain, but no one really knows about it. (The sunburn is on my shoulders…what were you thinking?)
6. Don’t judge someone on their girl sounding name. They might just turn out to be the hottest river guide ever.
7. Boys are much cuter when they are just acting normal.
8. I am not street, I am a white girl from Western Canada.
9. Your mom is always there to take care of you, even if you are 26 and a little crazy.
10. As much as things appear to change, they really stay the same.
Here’s to:
Accepting being vivacious, but definitely rejecting being a caricature of myself. Although aren’t you going to be disappointed when you realize I am not like this all the time?
Guilt trips. Hmm…obviously they are working.
Me, but a little bit to you as well.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Summer Swallowed Us Whole
Just like TWIB, this is You Make The Call.
(Who ever thought I would talk about This Week In Baseball on my blog? I must be my father’s daughter.)
Is three girls falling asleep on their front lawn an inventive way of staying out of their hot house, and getting some well needed rest, or is it a scene right out of Hobo Junction? You Make The Call.
A couple of days ago, while at my parent’s house, I found a CD I had burned with all of my MP3 from 2002 (back when I was 21, a nice age.) So I brought it to work to enjoy a little blast from the past.
I realized for the most part, I am still listening to a lot of the music that is on this CD. Five years later, I am still listening to Sloan, The Tragically Hip, Weezer, James Taylor, Jimmy Eat Word and The Beatles, of course.
But as to be expected, this CD also lacked some of the musical maturity that I have now gained. (Stop laughing, Soul Decision is sophisticated.) Included in those are Brittany Spears, Pink, Geri Haliwell, and Enrique Iglesias. And of course the CD had the hits of 2002, including one of my favourites from that year, Drops of Jupiter by Train.
I guess it goes to show that good music really never gets old. But it also shows how much really can change in five years. This old music is like talking to an old friend. You know they will bring back wonderful memories, but other than that, their work is done. You have moved on, and so have they.
Here’s to:
Moving on with a new you. Is it possible? When did that happen? Why didn’t you try harder?
Hot days and lazy nights
More time with Dr. Olsen, and less time at the office.
The new you. Maybe? Why not?
(Who ever thought I would talk about This Week In Baseball on my blog? I must be my father’s daughter.)
Is three girls falling asleep on their front lawn an inventive way of staying out of their hot house, and getting some well needed rest, or is it a scene right out of Hobo Junction? You Make The Call.
A couple of days ago, while at my parent’s house, I found a CD I had burned with all of my MP3 from 2002 (back when I was 21, a nice age.) So I brought it to work to enjoy a little blast from the past.
I realized for the most part, I am still listening to a lot of the music that is on this CD. Five years later, I am still listening to Sloan, The Tragically Hip, Weezer, James Taylor, Jimmy Eat Word and The Beatles, of course.
But as to be expected, this CD also lacked some of the musical maturity that I have now gained. (Stop laughing, Soul Decision is sophisticated.) Included in those are Brittany Spears, Pink, Geri Haliwell, and Enrique Iglesias. And of course the CD had the hits of 2002, including one of my favourites from that year, Drops of Jupiter by Train.
I guess it goes to show that good music really never gets old. But it also shows how much really can change in five years. This old music is like talking to an old friend. You know they will bring back wonderful memories, but other than that, their work is done. You have moved on, and so have they.
Here’s to:
Moving on with a new you. Is it possible? When did that happen? Why didn’t you try harder?
Hot days and lazy nights
More time with Dr. Olsen, and less time at the office.
The new you. Maybe? Why not?
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
What If I Die Here?
What a great day yesterday was! Work was awesome, and went by super fast. I am glad I am on my A Game at work again this week.
I got home from work in a great mood. Changed into something a little less professional and gathered up Ashley and we headed out on our own adventure, with the A/C blasting the whole time.
We went to the automatic car wash, which did a great job making my car so shiny. If only my car didn't have leprosy. C'est la vie. And we rounded out our time before FHE with a trip to A&W. That's when the problems started.
As we are waiting to order our food, I am blindsided with a horribly sharp pain in my lower back. I tried to shake it off, but nothing was working. It felt as if I had been stabbed in the back. ( and not metaphorically.) I tried to walk off the pain, but nothing seemed to work. My skin turned a ghostly white (even whiter than I normally am!) and broke out into a cold sweat.
Ashley looked confused and concerned and suggested we go to the Emergency. I put her off for a while, but then afraid of burst appendix or small pox or typhoid fever, I agreed that we should head for the ER.
When we arrived at the Emergency room, the place was crawling with people. (And a lot of barfing kids.) I talked to the triage nurse who said, "You don't look so well, we will try to get you in right away." Well, right away in hospital time must mean an hour or more. Me and Ashley waited, and waited and waited. And in the mean time, as is always my luck, the pain went away. While I was relieved to have that over with, I was sad that I had come, registered and waited for so long, with no real symptoms anymore.
After a while they called my name and I was lead back to a smaller waiting room to wait for the doctor to see me. A nurse lead me into one of the rooms and handed me a gown to put on. And said to me, "Here, put this on, but keep your pants on, okay? Keep your pants on. Your pants can stay on." Like I hadn't heard him the first time he said it. And as if I wanted to have my pants off. No thanks.
I waited for what seemed a long time, and listed to some kid throw up again in the observation room next to me. Finally another nurse came in and took my temperature, pulse and blood pressure. And said to me, "Why don't you just lay down and wait for the doctor to come and see you."
I don't know how long I waited for the doctor because I think I feel asleep. The doctor poked and prodded me, and asked a bunch of questions, including, "Are you pregnant?" I replied no. But apparently that wasn't good enough. So he asked again, "Are you sure?" I insisted I wasn't and he said, "So you are really sure that you aren't pregnant?" Did he know something I didn't?
So after a few minutes he said, "You might have kidney stones. Maybe." What?!? What kind of diagnosis was that. I had waited for two hours to hear something that I could have just found out on one of my self diagnosis websites! And with that, the doctor left the room.
Confused and alone I didn't know what to do. Was I aloud to leave? Was that really it? Now what? What if the pain comes back? So I waited for a while for someone to tell me I could leave, but no one ever came. So I got dressed again and headed back to my car.
Please don't worry about me. I will be fine and I have felt fine the rest of the evening.Thanks to Ashley for making the wait a little more fun. Maybe I overreacted. Sorry I waisted everyone's time. But at least it made for a funny blog.
I got home from work in a great mood. Changed into something a little less professional and gathered up Ashley and we headed out on our own adventure, with the A/C blasting the whole time.
We went to the automatic car wash, which did a great job making my car so shiny. If only my car didn't have leprosy. C'est la vie. And we rounded out our time before FHE with a trip to A&W. That's when the problems started.
As we are waiting to order our food, I am blindsided with a horribly sharp pain in my lower back. I tried to shake it off, but nothing was working. It felt as if I had been stabbed in the back. ( and not metaphorically.) I tried to walk off the pain, but nothing seemed to work. My skin turned a ghostly white (even whiter than I normally am!) and broke out into a cold sweat.
Ashley looked confused and concerned and suggested we go to the Emergency. I put her off for a while, but then afraid of burst appendix or small pox or typhoid fever, I agreed that we should head for the ER.
When we arrived at the Emergency room, the place was crawling with people. (And a lot of barfing kids.) I talked to the triage nurse who said, "You don't look so well, we will try to get you in right away." Well, right away in hospital time must mean an hour or more. Me and Ashley waited, and waited and waited. And in the mean time, as is always my luck, the pain went away. While I was relieved to have that over with, I was sad that I had come, registered and waited for so long, with no real symptoms anymore.
After a while they called my name and I was lead back to a smaller waiting room to wait for the doctor to see me. A nurse lead me into one of the rooms and handed me a gown to put on. And said to me, "Here, put this on, but keep your pants on, okay? Keep your pants on. Your pants can stay on." Like I hadn't heard him the first time he said it. And as if I wanted to have my pants off. No thanks.
I waited for what seemed a long time, and listed to some kid throw up again in the observation room next to me. Finally another nurse came in and took my temperature, pulse and blood pressure. And said to me, "Why don't you just lay down and wait for the doctor to come and see you."
I don't know how long I waited for the doctor because I think I feel asleep. The doctor poked and prodded me, and asked a bunch of questions, including, "Are you pregnant?" I replied no. But apparently that wasn't good enough. So he asked again, "Are you sure?" I insisted I wasn't and he said, "So you are really sure that you aren't pregnant?" Did he know something I didn't?
So after a few minutes he said, "You might have kidney stones. Maybe." What?!? What kind of diagnosis was that. I had waited for two hours to hear something that I could have just found out on one of my self diagnosis websites! And with that, the doctor left the room.
Confused and alone I didn't know what to do. Was I aloud to leave? Was that really it? Now what? What if the pain comes back? So I waited for a while for someone to tell me I could leave, but no one ever came. So I got dressed again and headed back to my car.
Please don't worry about me. I will be fine and I have felt fine the rest of the evening.Thanks to Ashley for making the wait a little more fun. Maybe I overreacted. Sorry I waisted everyone's time. But at least it made for a funny blog.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I’ve Seen Sunny Days That I Thought Would Never End.
What do you get when you cross, three of your best friends, copious amounts of water and an extremely hot day? The only summer vacation I am bound to get.
I must say, this past weekend was probably the best weekend we have had in a while. No delicious sleep-ins or overly magical moments, but still great nonetheless.
Friday started off with a well needed hair cut. What a difference just a few inches makes to the greatness of your hair. We were lucky enough to have Jenny’s sister and brother in law make us some excellent dinner. (Even the shrimp was great.) We told funny stories, hung out with a super cute baby, and enjoyed the summer evening. Let’s do it again…maybe when it cools down, though.
Saturday, as mentioned previously was our great summer road trip. Thankfully, Travis agreed to drive. And seriously, it is the only way we managed the day without punching each other out. His expert driving, fast thinking and super cool demeanor meant all I had to do was re-fold the map. Thanks. You seriously don’t know how much less stressful you made the day.
The Zoo was funny. No buildings at the Zoo are air-conditioned and the Rainforest exhibit really should be avoided on such a hot day. But the animals were funny, and everyone was in good spirits despite the fact that we looked horrible as soon as we stepped out of the cooler car. The giraffes were graceful and impressive, (And I think the groups favourite animal.) the gorillas looked hot and as if they were dead, the anteater was massive and ugly (but the zoologist wasn’t so bad.) and the kookaburra…just plain crazy. I hope it is okay from hitting the window so hard.
We left the Zoo hot, tired and super thirsty (Thank goodness for all the water.) but everyone remained in a good mood. We ended up at the mall and Ikea where we didn’t really buy much of anything, more, just had a good time goofing around with each other. Dinner was great, and much needed after a long day. The ride home was quiet as Jenny and Braden; despite a valiant effort, fell asleep, as I recounted every crazy tale of my life for Travis. We all peacefully fell into our beds and only woke up in the morning with a minimal sunburn and a longing for more water.
Sunday, by far my favourite day of the week, just keeps getting better. Despite out house being 93 degrees, everyone came over where we were entertained each other with all of our tales from the week, including accounts of awkward dating. And we rounded out our wonderful weekend with a surprisingly auspicious trip to Denny’s.
Here’s to:
The gang. The best non-double date, double date I have been on in a while. You all are so much fun.
More fans.
Robot kissing.
And hoping next weekend is just as great.
Good Luck. God Speed. Thanks for the memories.
I must say, this past weekend was probably the best weekend we have had in a while. No delicious sleep-ins or overly magical moments, but still great nonetheless.
Friday started off with a well needed hair cut. What a difference just a few inches makes to the greatness of your hair. We were lucky enough to have Jenny’s sister and brother in law make us some excellent dinner. (Even the shrimp was great.) We told funny stories, hung out with a super cute baby, and enjoyed the summer evening. Let’s do it again…maybe when it cools down, though.
Saturday, as mentioned previously was our great summer road trip. Thankfully, Travis agreed to drive. And seriously, it is the only way we managed the day without punching each other out. His expert driving, fast thinking and super cool demeanor meant all I had to do was re-fold the map. Thanks. You seriously don’t know how much less stressful you made the day.
The Zoo was funny. No buildings at the Zoo are air-conditioned and the Rainforest exhibit really should be avoided on such a hot day. But the animals were funny, and everyone was in good spirits despite the fact that we looked horrible as soon as we stepped out of the cooler car. The giraffes were graceful and impressive, (And I think the groups favourite animal.) the gorillas looked hot and as if they were dead, the anteater was massive and ugly (but the zoologist wasn’t so bad.) and the kookaburra…just plain crazy. I hope it is okay from hitting the window so hard.
We left the Zoo hot, tired and super thirsty (Thank goodness for all the water.) but everyone remained in a good mood. We ended up at the mall and Ikea where we didn’t really buy much of anything, more, just had a good time goofing around with each other. Dinner was great, and much needed after a long day. The ride home was quiet as Jenny and Braden; despite a valiant effort, fell asleep, as I recounted every crazy tale of my life for Travis. We all peacefully fell into our beds and only woke up in the morning with a minimal sunburn and a longing for more water.
Sunday, by far my favourite day of the week, just keeps getting better. Despite out house being 93 degrees, everyone came over where we were entertained each other with all of our tales from the week, including accounts of awkward dating. And we rounded out our wonderful weekend with a surprisingly auspicious trip to Denny’s.
Here’s to:
The gang. The best non-double date, double date I have been on in a while. You all are so much fun.
More fans.
Robot kissing.
And hoping next weekend is just as great.
Good Luck. God Speed. Thanks for the memories.
Friday, July 13, 2007
And She Swears There’s Nothing Wrong
A happy Friday the 13th to everyone. Didn’t we just have one? Yup, back in April. I don’t know that I am that superstitious…okay, I am not that superstitious about a certain day. Today seems to be going just fine, thus far. Knock on wood, of course.
There really isn’t anything to report. There really hasn’t been anything going on this week. I did not get sucked into all the Harry Potter hoopla that seems to be surrounding everywhere I go, and everyone I talk to. I am sorry. I have no interest in reading your books, nor watching you movies. Maybe if you were a little older and there was less magic and wizards then I might indulge. But until then, I will remain firmly rooted in my realist life, and leave the fantasy nonsense for everyone else.
We are beginning our summer fun with a road trip to Calgary this weekend. To tell you the truth, I am nervous. (But don’t tell the others.) I really don’t know my way around Calgary. Actually, not at all. Combined that with my lack of a sense of direction, and to be honest, I think we are in trouble.
I know what you are all thinking, “But Denise, you were the queen driver last summer, and you took everyone all the way to Salt Lake. It shouldn’t be so bad, should it?” I can get you around Waterton and the Crownsnest Pass, no problem. But a large city is another thing. Just ask the girls about my navigating in Utah. I basically just made it up as I went along.
So get ready for more cat noises, (Which apparently, unknown to me, I make when I am stressed.) and hopefully we aren’t eating lunch in Red Deer. Good luck and definitely God speed.
Here’s to:
The Rock—Please get a new song to listen to during our morning meetings, I am really not a fan of Fergie.
T minus 30 minutes and counting—Weekend freedom is within our grasp! And it really was payday!
Google Maps—I am thinking they will be our best friend this weekend.
Jenny and Flick—You guys are funny and entertaining. I have enjoyed our impromptu girl’s week, even if we all just fall asleep in our hot living room.
Me—“Sick of being jerked around”
There really isn’t anything to report. There really hasn’t been anything going on this week. I did not get sucked into all the Harry Potter hoopla that seems to be surrounding everywhere I go, and everyone I talk to. I am sorry. I have no interest in reading your books, nor watching you movies. Maybe if you were a little older and there was less magic and wizards then I might indulge. But until then, I will remain firmly rooted in my realist life, and leave the fantasy nonsense for everyone else.
We are beginning our summer fun with a road trip to Calgary this weekend. To tell you the truth, I am nervous. (But don’t tell the others.) I really don’t know my way around Calgary. Actually, not at all. Combined that with my lack of a sense of direction, and to be honest, I think we are in trouble.
I know what you are all thinking, “But Denise, you were the queen driver last summer, and you took everyone all the way to Salt Lake. It shouldn’t be so bad, should it?” I can get you around Waterton and the Crownsnest Pass, no problem. But a large city is another thing. Just ask the girls about my navigating in Utah. I basically just made it up as I went along.
So get ready for more cat noises, (Which apparently, unknown to me, I make when I am stressed.) and hopefully we aren’t eating lunch in Red Deer. Good luck and definitely God speed.
Here’s to:
The Rock—Please get a new song to listen to during our morning meetings, I am really not a fan of Fergie.
T minus 30 minutes and counting—Weekend freedom is within our grasp! And it really was payday!
Google Maps—I am thinking they will be our best friend this weekend.
Jenny and Flick—You guys are funny and entertaining. I have enjoyed our impromptu girl’s week, even if we all just fall asleep in our hot living room.
Me—“Sick of being jerked around”
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
We'll Have The Life We Knew We Would
Often, alright always, I set my alarm much earlier than I plan on getting up. I know I never have intentions of getting up when the alarm initially goes off, but I enjoy laying in bed listing to the radio for a while before I decide to finally drag myself away from my bed.
For years I have been doing this, whether Q13 when I was in Brooks, or Rock 106 when I started college. (I listen to The River now. I know, I know. Don’t start on it. I gave up on Rock 106 shortly after they started playing Nickleback as every second song. And I am too afraid to wake up to The Pussycat Dolls or The Black Eyed Peas, as you are most likely to do listening to Bee 93. I digress.)
Anyways as I lay there, I answer all of the trivia questions or listen for concert announcements, but my favourite is when they play a new band. It might be something I want to check out later. So this morning they announce that they have a new song, by a new band out of Chicago. And the radio starts playing “Hey There Delilah” by The Plain White Ts.
I sat there confused for a while. This isn’t a new song? I have been listening to this for years! This very song has gotten numerous mentions on my blog. So when I got to work this morning I checked when I had added this song to my ipod. July 10, 2005. Two years ago! 149 plays on my ipod! Was I really ahead of the music curve? Or just ahead of The River? I was told the other day, “Denise you really like music… your music.” But is my music just what everyone will want on their ipod’s two years from now? Although I should really thank Brent, he is the one that introduced me to The Plain White Ts.
This week has been slow and boring, to say the least. Short of a funny visit from one of my Ashley’s. I have been alone for the most part. Maybe I need to learn to entertain myself, or maybe I need to make new friends, or call the old ones that I have forgotten about.
It was good to see Ashley again. It is amazing how things never really change around here, and how our lives were a little more scandalous with you around. I miss mowing grass…there is nothing to mow now. Come home before too long. Be safe and smart. I worry about you.
Here’s to:
Me—the only person left on this earth who isn’t excited for the new Harry Potter movie or book.
Unexpected visitors—really, we were going grocery shopping, we weren’t trying to get rid of you. I promise!
The downhill side—a short Friday is only 1 ½ days away. Is it pay day too?
You— or not to you. What have you done for me lately?
Thanks for stopping by. With any luck, there will be more adventures to come,.
Good luck to all. God Speed.
For years I have been doing this, whether Q13 when I was in Brooks, or Rock 106 when I started college. (I listen to The River now. I know, I know. Don’t start on it. I gave up on Rock 106 shortly after they started playing Nickleback as every second song. And I am too afraid to wake up to The Pussycat Dolls or The Black Eyed Peas, as you are most likely to do listening to Bee 93. I digress.)
Anyways as I lay there, I answer all of the trivia questions or listen for concert announcements, but my favourite is when they play a new band. It might be something I want to check out later. So this morning they announce that they have a new song, by a new band out of Chicago. And the radio starts playing “Hey There Delilah” by The Plain White Ts.
I sat there confused for a while. This isn’t a new song? I have been listening to this for years! This very song has gotten numerous mentions on my blog. So when I got to work this morning I checked when I had added this song to my ipod. July 10, 2005. Two years ago! 149 plays on my ipod! Was I really ahead of the music curve? Or just ahead of The River? I was told the other day, “Denise you really like music… your music.” But is my music just what everyone will want on their ipod’s two years from now? Although I should really thank Brent, he is the one that introduced me to The Plain White Ts.
This week has been slow and boring, to say the least. Short of a funny visit from one of my Ashley’s. I have been alone for the most part. Maybe I need to learn to entertain myself, or maybe I need to make new friends, or call the old ones that I have forgotten about.
It was good to see Ashley again. It is amazing how things never really change around here, and how our lives were a little more scandalous with you around. I miss mowing grass…there is nothing to mow now. Come home before too long. Be safe and smart. I worry about you.
Here’s to:
Me—the only person left on this earth who isn’t excited for the new Harry Potter movie or book.
Unexpected visitors—really, we were going grocery shopping, we weren’t trying to get rid of you. I promise!
The downhill side—a short Friday is only 1 ½ days away. Is it pay day too?
You— or not to you. What have you done for me lately?
Thanks for stopping by. With any luck, there will be more adventures to come,.
Good luck to all. God Speed.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Get Something To Say What I Can't
A happy, hot and bright Friday to you all. Boo on the hot weather, but hooray for another week at work being finished. This week has been jam packed with work, and thankfully I got everything on my to do list crossed off.
It was so hot in my house last night! There is absolutely no air flow. At one point I contemplated sleeping on my lawn, but since we only have a front lawn, I didn’t think that would be that refined. And I am much more lady like than that. Although Tom once slept on our lawn…but was that classy?
This weekend also brings my most hated time of the year. Seriously, I don’t understand it, and I don’t really think it is that cool. Street Wheelers. For all of you who are lucky enough to escape this monstrosity, let me explain. Pretty much, it is a glorified Show and Shine. People drive their old and fancy cars up and down Mayor Magrath Drive and Third Avenue. The public sits on the side of the road and watches all the cars go by, like some weird parade, but without the candy. (and what fun is that?) But after a while, regular cars just join the parade and soon everyone is just driving up and down the street. Usually doing stunts and spinning their tires. Stupid. This stupid parade would be fine, if it wasn’t going on all night and on the two busiest roads in the city. Good luck just trying to get around town tonight.
Three years ago was my first summer in Lethbridge. Before that, I had been going home to Brooks every summer. Therefore, I had no idea that this night ever existed. So as I was driving home one summer night, there were people lined up on the street and the traffic was going not faster than 5 km/h. This started my hatred for the Street Wheelers. Someone please explain the excitement of Street Wheelers? I try at all costs to avoid this weekend, and usually make plans to leave town, but I wasn’t that lucky this year.
Going another direction, let me tell you what I absolutely love….self checkout. Even Wal-Mart has redeemed itself with the introduction of the self-checkout. It probably isn’t, but it seems faster and lets me live out the fantasy of being a cashier, without actually working eight hours.
Here’s to:
07/07/07! It only happens once in my lifetime!
Cooler weather around the corner.
Weekend escapades. What will happen, only time will tell.
Hopefully a clean room by the end of the weekend.
And more time with you.
It was so hot in my house last night! There is absolutely no air flow. At one point I contemplated sleeping on my lawn, but since we only have a front lawn, I didn’t think that would be that refined. And I am much more lady like than that. Although Tom once slept on our lawn…but was that classy?
This weekend also brings my most hated time of the year. Seriously, I don’t understand it, and I don’t really think it is that cool. Street Wheelers. For all of you who are lucky enough to escape this monstrosity, let me explain. Pretty much, it is a glorified Show and Shine. People drive their old and fancy cars up and down Mayor Magrath Drive and Third Avenue. The public sits on the side of the road and watches all the cars go by, like some weird parade, but without the candy. (and what fun is that?) But after a while, regular cars just join the parade and soon everyone is just driving up and down the street. Usually doing stunts and spinning their tires. Stupid. This stupid parade would be fine, if it wasn’t going on all night and on the two busiest roads in the city. Good luck just trying to get around town tonight.
Three years ago was my first summer in Lethbridge. Before that, I had been going home to Brooks every summer. Therefore, I had no idea that this night ever existed. So as I was driving home one summer night, there were people lined up on the street and the traffic was going not faster than 5 km/h. This started my hatred for the Street Wheelers. Someone please explain the excitement of Street Wheelers? I try at all costs to avoid this weekend, and usually make plans to leave town, but I wasn’t that lucky this year.
Going another direction, let me tell you what I absolutely love….self checkout. Even Wal-Mart has redeemed itself with the introduction of the self-checkout. It probably isn’t, but it seems faster and lets me live out the fantasy of being a cashier, without actually working eight hours.
Here’s to:
07/07/07! It only happens once in my lifetime!
Cooler weather around the corner.
Weekend escapades. What will happen, only time will tell.
Hopefully a clean room by the end of the weekend.
And more time with you.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Wishing My Name Was Joe Ken
After weeks of hype and every boy I know talking about it, we finally went to see Transformers last night. And I realized something very profound. I am not a boy. Well, I guess more that boys and girls are different, especially in their movie picks.
I don’t hang out with gobs of guys. In fact usually it is the other way around, a lot of girls with one or two guys. But it seems like we are always watching boy movies. Eragon, Ninja Turtles, Spiderman….all boy movies. Check out all of my movie reviews, and I am sure that you will find at least half of them are pure boy movies. We take the boys to one truly girl movie, The Holiday, and we are still hearing about what a punishment that was, six months later. I digress.
So is Transformers a bad movie? No. And I am sure that if I had more testosterone I would have quite enjoyed it. But here is a breakdown of the pros and cons to this movie.
Pros—
1. Shia LaBeouf and Josh Duhamel—two reasons to watch any movie. The only thing that would have made it better would have been Jude Law, and maybe George Clooney. The acting wasn’t really that impeccable, but who cares when they look like that!
2. Travis—I had forgotten how much fun he really is. Why aren’t we better friends?
3. Bracken—After a good year and a half, I was finally able to meet the girl that stole Danny away from me. And from the 30 second meet and greet we had, she seemed okay.
Cons—
1. Jumpy McGee—Are you serious? So there I am at the movies, enjoying the men on the screen, making little comments here and there to Travis, and every time something transforms (which is quite often) this girl about jumps out of her skin. Sit still.
2. Wardrobe Budget—Maybe they spent so much money on the special effects that they could only afford to buy the girl half a shirt. Come on! Get some clothes on. Little kids are going to this movie.
3. Dropped Characters—What happened to the football playing boyfriend (and you are really going to break up with that guy for not letting you drive?) or the weird friend that climbed the tree. We need more driving around in your ugly car, and well less…transforming.
4. First of all, I get the Autobots…they are all cars. It makes sense, they are unified. But the Deceptacons, they are all over place. An airplane or a scorpion, not really a united front. And secondly, is turning into a giant robot really the best way to fight each other? That just seems more clumsy and awkward than just fighting as a car or an airplane.
So the movie ends with a round of applause and I just sit there thinking, when was the last time I clapped at the end of a movie? Maybe in Grade Two when we finished watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?
And as we sit there watching all of the credits, I think, how did this situation backfire, again? And I am not a boyfriend stealer, or am I? But mostly I have a deep desire to get my hands on some of those transformer toys, just to pretend it is 1987 again.
Looking forward to the My Little Pony, Care Bear and Pound Puppies movies that are sure to come out now.
PS—Brent, I am still sorry for breaking your Optimus Prime.
I don’t hang out with gobs of guys. In fact usually it is the other way around, a lot of girls with one or two guys. But it seems like we are always watching boy movies. Eragon, Ninja Turtles, Spiderman….all boy movies. Check out all of my movie reviews, and I am sure that you will find at least half of them are pure boy movies. We take the boys to one truly girl movie, The Holiday, and we are still hearing about what a punishment that was, six months later. I digress.
So is Transformers a bad movie? No. And I am sure that if I had more testosterone I would have quite enjoyed it. But here is a breakdown of the pros and cons to this movie.
Pros—
1. Shia LaBeouf and Josh Duhamel—two reasons to watch any movie. The only thing that would have made it better would have been Jude Law, and maybe George Clooney. The acting wasn’t really that impeccable, but who cares when they look like that!
2. Travis—I had forgotten how much fun he really is. Why aren’t we better friends?
3. Bracken—After a good year and a half, I was finally able to meet the girl that stole Danny away from me. And from the 30 second meet and greet we had, she seemed okay.
Cons—
1. Jumpy McGee—Are you serious? So there I am at the movies, enjoying the men on the screen, making little comments here and there to Travis, and every time something transforms (which is quite often) this girl about jumps out of her skin. Sit still.
2. Wardrobe Budget—Maybe they spent so much money on the special effects that they could only afford to buy the girl half a shirt. Come on! Get some clothes on. Little kids are going to this movie.
3. Dropped Characters—What happened to the football playing boyfriend (and you are really going to break up with that guy for not letting you drive?) or the weird friend that climbed the tree. We need more driving around in your ugly car, and well less…transforming.
4. First of all, I get the Autobots…they are all cars. It makes sense, they are unified. But the Deceptacons, they are all over place. An airplane or a scorpion, not really a united front. And secondly, is turning into a giant robot really the best way to fight each other? That just seems more clumsy and awkward than just fighting as a car or an airplane.
So the movie ends with a round of applause and I just sit there thinking, when was the last time I clapped at the end of a movie? Maybe in Grade Two when we finished watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?
And as we sit there watching all of the credits, I think, how did this situation backfire, again? And I am not a boyfriend stealer, or am I? But mostly I have a deep desire to get my hands on some of those transformer toys, just to pretend it is 1987 again.
Looking forward to the My Little Pony, Care Bear and Pound Puppies movies that are sure to come out now.
PS—Brent, I am still sorry for breaking your Optimus Prime.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
I Keep Tripping Over Hints
Here’s hoping you had a wonderful Canada Day, complete with hockey, beavers and butter tarts. It is hard to believe that the real summer is upon us. Only two months to make all of our summer dreams possible. Good luck.
Last week started off with the WCHS Grad Class of 2007. Congrats to Eric and the rest of the graduates for finally finishing the easiest and slackest time of your life. Good luck with the dreams of being an astronaut or of travelling the world. I will talk to you in five years and see what you are up to. I am just sad that “Time of Your Life” by Greenday (My illustrious grad song.) wasn’t played during the ceremony.
The weekend started off with one of my favourite traditions, a pay day dinner, but shortly moved on to “Dead Car In The Restaurant Parking Lot.” A big thanks to Jenny for being so patient and Flick for saving the day, and finally to my mom, who helped me figure out the problem. So far the car is going okay. Knock on wood.
We ended up going to the Movie in the Park. Although we got stood up, we ended up having our own fun. It made me miss the outdoor movies of last year, and all of the missed opportunities that those nights created. Why was I always sitting with girls?
Saturday. Somehow me and Flick ended up at a weird Home Teaching BBQ. I know how we got there, and Flick is going straight to heaven for dragging me along, but still. We ended our night with some Wii at our favourite T-Tom’s house. Sadly I am an awesome video game bowler, but not in real life.
Sunday brought more laughs and tacos than anyone can ever eat. (Why did we buy so much stuff?!?) I have been living at my house for a year now. It has gone by fast, and so much has changed, and then again, not changed. And even though the fireworks were grand and majestic, our own marvellous plans failed. But not from a lack of trying. What would have been the perfect ending to a complicated story is now just the same as always. C’est la vie.
Thankfully there was no work on Monday, which allowed us all to sleep in. All of us but Jenny. Who is the real adult? A low key day and a night spent counting cats in Coaldale rounded out a pretty good long weekend. Thanks for everything,
Here’s to:
Eric, and one step closer to all the YSA excitement!
Flick. Imagine me giving you a side hug for all the chauffeuring.
Jenny. Best date I have had in a while. And nope, Davin isn’t a real name.
A realization that even second hand marijuana smoke is deadly.
Cute new shoes
Late nights and more flattery. I never get sick of it.
You.
Last week started off with the WCHS Grad Class of 2007. Congrats to Eric and the rest of the graduates for finally finishing the easiest and slackest time of your life. Good luck with the dreams of being an astronaut or of travelling the world. I will talk to you in five years and see what you are up to. I am just sad that “Time of Your Life” by Greenday (My illustrious grad song.) wasn’t played during the ceremony.
The weekend started off with one of my favourite traditions, a pay day dinner, but shortly moved on to “Dead Car In The Restaurant Parking Lot.” A big thanks to Jenny for being so patient and Flick for saving the day, and finally to my mom, who helped me figure out the problem. So far the car is going okay. Knock on wood.
We ended up going to the Movie in the Park. Although we got stood up, we ended up having our own fun. It made me miss the outdoor movies of last year, and all of the missed opportunities that those nights created. Why was I always sitting with girls?
Saturday. Somehow me and Flick ended up at a weird Home Teaching BBQ. I know how we got there, and Flick is going straight to heaven for dragging me along, but still. We ended our night with some Wii at our favourite T-Tom’s house. Sadly I am an awesome video game bowler, but not in real life.
Sunday brought more laughs and tacos than anyone can ever eat. (Why did we buy so much stuff?!?) I have been living at my house for a year now. It has gone by fast, and so much has changed, and then again, not changed. And even though the fireworks were grand and majestic, our own marvellous plans failed. But not from a lack of trying. What would have been the perfect ending to a complicated story is now just the same as always. C’est la vie.
Thankfully there was no work on Monday, which allowed us all to sleep in. All of us but Jenny. Who is the real adult? A low key day and a night spent counting cats in Coaldale rounded out a pretty good long weekend. Thanks for everything,
Here’s to:
Eric, and one step closer to all the YSA excitement!
Flick. Imagine me giving you a side hug for all the chauffeuring.
Jenny. Best date I have had in a while. And nope, Davin isn’t a real name.
A realization that even second hand marijuana smoke is deadly.
Cute new shoes
Late nights and more flattery. I never get sick of it.
You.
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