Hey! It’s leap year day! I have decided that if there is one day to throw caution to the wind, it is today. Whatever happens today doesn’t count because it is just made up day. (Just know that in my mind, I am celebrating March 1st today.)
A special thanks to all of you who read this odd narrative. When I sit in my office and try to think of exciting news to write, I never actually think that people are going to read it. But every once and a while, little glimpses of the fact that you are actually reading show up. You really don’t know how much it means to me. A read author is a happy author, even if it is just their mom that is reading their work. (Hi Mom!)
Let me tell you a little bit about me and my eccentric friends. I have been lucky enough to spend quite a bit of time with them this week. You would think that the more time spent with someone, the more annoyed you might become, but strangely it seems to be quite the opposite.
I would have to say my favourite part of my friends is our acronym usage. I don’t think that we ever really speak in full sentences. Everything from FHE to BTF, JTW to RDD. It is fast, quasi private and let’s not forget funny.
A program I was watching stated that due to rampant text messages, instant messaging, facebookin’ and other forms of like communication, more and more kids and young adult are relying on acronyms as forms of communication, and as a result, spelling, grammar and any former knowledge of proper English has suffered. In fact, this show went on, they are beginning to continue spelling and grammar in High School English courses. (Aren’t we just glad we got out before?)
Now, I don’t really see this becoming a problem in my life, because on the flip side of my acronym life, I do work as a legal assistant, wherein, if one word will do justice, three or four words would be much better. Legal jargon and phrasing has over taken my unpaid hours. I said “in the interim” the other day, and was heavily mocked by non-barrister friends.
I am somewhat nervous about the quality of books in the future. I don’t want to think of 50 Cent as a literary mastermind. (Yup, he wrote a book, and it is good. 8!)
Thankful to have the weekend away from the office. Work hasn’t been difficult this week, just long.
So looking forward to the Waffle Party for BTF.
But mostly just waiting to find out what mess we can get ourselves in and out of this weekend.
Thanks for everything and really nothing.
Lots of love.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Offer To Settle
Welcome to the last real day of February. In a week of such normalcy, it is probably proper that we celebrate a fake day in February. Maybe we should do something phenomenal to mark the day. We will have to wait all the way until 2012 do something just as great, and well, who knows where we all will be. Frighteningly, I will be 30.
Just an update for all of you. Flick and I decided to text JTW just to find out exactly what had happened to him on Sunday night, and why he stood us up. He apparently “ended up in Cardston”. Let me tell you this, no one just ends up in Cardston, well, unless you are on your way to Del Bonita.
Today seems to be just one of those slow boring days. I don’t have any funny stories, nothing overly exciting has been going on, and I am not mad at anyone or anything, so I thought I would give you more funny questions. Enjoy!
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Car Registration! Boo! I already bought a license plate, what more do you want?
2. Where's the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
Loaded question.
a) for pure privacy—Osh-o
b) for wonderful food—360
c) for great atmosphere--Mocha
3. Last time you puked?
Really, you don’t want to know that. Let’s just say I have learned to keep my food down better than when I was little, but still not that good.
4. Name of your first grade teacher?
Miss Dawson---I hope she got married, I don’t think she was that old.
5. How many colleges did you attend?
Technically, one. Post Secondary Institutions: two
6. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
One with multiple answers:
a) Mary always comments when I wear this shirt
b) I recently got complimented on it.
c) I didn’t want to wear a vest to work.
d) It is black.
7. Gas Prices. First thought?
I think I still have ½ a tank.
8. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you?
Saskatchewan. I would take anyone willing to come. So, probably no one. :(
9. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
Probably figuring out what I was going to wear today.
10. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer at an art gallery?
No. Art gallery? Why?
11. Get up early or sleep in?
Uhm, do you know who you are talking to? I don’t speak before 10:00am
12. Do you see yourself married in the next five years?
This is going to sound lame, but hopefully. I don’t think I could go to a family ward alone.
13. Beach or lake?
Neither. Put some chlorine in that water first, and then maybe I will think about it.
14. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
I don’t really know what that means. If you are dying at twenty, why would you need to invent marriage? I think it was invented for those people who’s friends all died when they were twenty and they didn’t have anyone else to hang out with.
15. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?
Everyone at work is okay. We aren’t friends.
16. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
Paul McCartney, George Strombolopolous, Anderson Cooper, George Clooney, Sarah Jessica Parker.
17. Last book you read?
The Luckiest Girl—as suggested by Jenny Olsen.
18. Favorite Olympic Sport?
Too many! Any swimming, diving, rowing, speed skating, figure skating
19. How many jobs have you had?
Eight. I hope I didn’t miss any.
20. Are you where you thought you would be at this age?
No, but it isn’t that bad either.
Hope you all enjoy your evening and do something exciting and/or unexpected.
So excited to be in contact with one of my favourite Dutch persons again!
Lots of love.
Just an update for all of you. Flick and I decided to text JTW just to find out exactly what had happened to him on Sunday night, and why he stood us up. He apparently “ended up in Cardston”. Let me tell you this, no one just ends up in Cardston, well, unless you are on your way to Del Bonita.
Today seems to be just one of those slow boring days. I don’t have any funny stories, nothing overly exciting has been going on, and I am not mad at anyone or anything, so I thought I would give you more funny questions. Enjoy!
1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Car Registration! Boo! I already bought a license plate, what more do you want?
2. Where's the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
Loaded question.
a) for pure privacy—Osh-o
b) for wonderful food—360
c) for great atmosphere--Mocha
3. Last time you puked?
Really, you don’t want to know that. Let’s just say I have learned to keep my food down better than when I was little, but still not that good.
4. Name of your first grade teacher?
Miss Dawson---I hope she got married, I don’t think she was that old.
5. How many colleges did you attend?
Technically, one. Post Secondary Institutions: two
6. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
One with multiple answers:
a) Mary always comments when I wear this shirt
b) I recently got complimented on it.
c) I didn’t want to wear a vest to work.
d) It is black.
7. Gas Prices. First thought?
I think I still have ½ a tank.
8. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you?
Saskatchewan. I would take anyone willing to come. So, probably no one. :(
9. Last thought before going to sleep last night?
Probably figuring out what I was going to wear today.
10. If you didn't have to work, would you volunteer at an art gallery?
No. Art gallery? Why?
11. Get up early or sleep in?
Uhm, do you know who you are talking to? I don’t speak before 10:00am
12. Do you see yourself married in the next five years?
This is going to sound lame, but hopefully. I don’t think I could go to a family ward alone.
13. Beach or lake?
Neither. Put some chlorine in that water first, and then maybe I will think about it.
14. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
I don’t really know what that means. If you are dying at twenty, why would you need to invent marriage? I think it was invented for those people who’s friends all died when they were twenty and they didn’t have anyone else to hang out with.
15. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work?
Everyone at work is okay. We aren’t friends.
16. What famous person would you like to have dinner with?
Paul McCartney, George Strombolopolous, Anderson Cooper, George Clooney, Sarah Jessica Parker.
17. Last book you read?
The Luckiest Girl—as suggested by Jenny Olsen.
18. Favorite Olympic Sport?
Too many! Any swimming, diving, rowing, speed skating, figure skating
19. How many jobs have you had?
Eight. I hope I didn’t miss any.
20. Are you where you thought you would be at this age?
No, but it isn’t that bad either.
Hope you all enjoy your evening and do something exciting and/or unexpected.
So excited to be in contact with one of my favourite Dutch persons again!
Lots of love.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Getting Out Before Getting In
“You have always had psychic ability, and today it is at its peak, dear Gemini.” See, even my horoscope believes I am psychic.
Is anyone else ready for February to be over? I am not really sure what I think March will bring, but I am bored of February and to think we have an extra day is making me even more anxious for the month to be over. Maybe it is just because I am tired of reliving February 2007.
Now that I am 26, I have had plenty of opportunity to figure out what I might be in this world, but let me tell you that Income Tax Specialist is not one of those occupations.
I have always loved tax time, reviewing your T4 to find out just how much money made, and then question what you spent it all on, large chunks of money being sent to your house and squandering all of your newfound money on frivolous things, and then wondering where all of your tax return went.
For years I have just had my mom prepare my tax return. I understand, that’s kinda lame. I could just go to H&R Block like the rest of my age bracket. But I decided that now I was 26, it was time to do my own taxes. After all, how hard could it really be, it isn’t like I have a spouse or any dependants to claim. So I gathered up all of my T4s, tax receipts, a number two pencil and one of those green accounting visors, and set up to do my taxes.
Now, I am not completely stupid, I knew that I couldn’t just do a good enough job with just me, a calculator and tax forms. So I went out last night to buy tax preparation software. Forty dollars and few minutes of debating between the basic and standard version of the program, I set off to begin collecting the money owed to me.
Everything started pretty well and quick. I entered all of my personal information without any problems but once all of the initial information and my initial T4 slip was entered, the program became much more difficult to follow and understand. For the life of me or the program, it would not let me enter my second T4. Three hours later, this lame software was still guiding me through entering all of my foreign investments, which, yes, I did tell the program repeated I didn’t have. I don’t know if I was the flawed one or if the tax program was poorly designed. In this world of point and click, shouldn’t this program be a little more user friendly?
I completed my taxes last night and will be getting an okay return. (If only I made less money.) Right now I am just praying I entered everything correctly and don’t get audited. Maybe next year I will hit up H&R Block just like everyone else, or at the very least get my mom to do my taxes again. The amount of effort exerted just to get my mediocre tax return doesn’t really seem worth it.
Here’s to:
Lent. Only twenty days to go, and already failing so bad.
Natural fibers. Rocking the wool, cotton and silk at work today and looking like a champ.
Old Ways Week. Obviously it was so good last year, we thought we should try it again.
Incidents and Accidents. Hints and Allegations. And any other Paul Simon lyric you want to include.
It has been a while, but good luck to us all, and by all means, God speed.
Lots of love.
Is anyone else ready for February to be over? I am not really sure what I think March will bring, but I am bored of February and to think we have an extra day is making me even more anxious for the month to be over. Maybe it is just because I am tired of reliving February 2007.
Now that I am 26, I have had plenty of opportunity to figure out what I might be in this world, but let me tell you that Income Tax Specialist is not one of those occupations.
I have always loved tax time, reviewing your T4 to find out just how much money made, and then question what you spent it all on, large chunks of money being sent to your house and squandering all of your newfound money on frivolous things, and then wondering where all of your tax return went.
For years I have just had my mom prepare my tax return. I understand, that’s kinda lame. I could just go to H&R Block like the rest of my age bracket. But I decided that now I was 26, it was time to do my own taxes. After all, how hard could it really be, it isn’t like I have a spouse or any dependants to claim. So I gathered up all of my T4s, tax receipts, a number two pencil and one of those green accounting visors, and set up to do my taxes.
Now, I am not completely stupid, I knew that I couldn’t just do a good enough job with just me, a calculator and tax forms. So I went out last night to buy tax preparation software. Forty dollars and few minutes of debating between the basic and standard version of the program, I set off to begin collecting the money owed to me.
Everything started pretty well and quick. I entered all of my personal information without any problems but once all of the initial information and my initial T4 slip was entered, the program became much more difficult to follow and understand. For the life of me or the program, it would not let me enter my second T4. Three hours later, this lame software was still guiding me through entering all of my foreign investments, which, yes, I did tell the program repeated I didn’t have. I don’t know if I was the flawed one or if the tax program was poorly designed. In this world of point and click, shouldn’t this program be a little more user friendly?
I completed my taxes last night and will be getting an okay return. (If only I made less money.) Right now I am just praying I entered everything correctly and don’t get audited. Maybe next year I will hit up H&R Block just like everyone else, or at the very least get my mom to do my taxes again. The amount of effort exerted just to get my mediocre tax return doesn’t really seem worth it.
Here’s to:
Lent. Only twenty days to go, and already failing so bad.
Natural fibers. Rocking the wool, cotton and silk at work today and looking like a champ.
Old Ways Week. Obviously it was so good last year, we thought we should try it again.
Incidents and Accidents. Hints and Allegations. And any other Paul Simon lyric you want to include.
It has been a while, but good luck to us all, and by all means, God speed.
Lots of love.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Old Ways Week
Welcome to Monday, and back to reality. Have you ever had a day that was so unbelievable that you swore that it was a dream? What about a whole weekend that you thought only you and your subconscious had invented?
The weekend really was fantastic and I think that is the major reason why I think that I just dreamed it all. Friday night started with a reunion of sorts. After a four-month hiatus, the Fantastic Four gathered for our infamous Pay Day Dinners (Although I don’t get paid the same weeks as my Chapters acquaintances.)We hit up Osh-o for some Japanese fare. I had never been, and everyone else seemed to have a love of the Pan-Asian cuisine. I really had no idea what I was eating, but for the most part it was pretty good.
It is just so funny how much my generation loves international food. We eat Naan bread at the house all of the time, hit up the local Vietnamese restaurant often, talk about going to the Ethiopian restaurant, and even suggest making curry for everyone. It seems as if it really is a small world after all, well as far as food is concerned.
Saturday started with a funny family trip to Taber. (Although all without seeing “The Girl”. Isn’t that the only reason to go?) My grandparents lived in Taber while I was growing up and we spent many, many weekends there. Taber always seems to be the town that time forgot, even though it might now have a Wal-Mart (what town doesn’t?) the downtown seemed just as lame as always and the old IGA just reminded me of Saturday mornings spent with my grandpa.
On Saturday night, we had a Girls’ Night In, complete with Will Ferrell and too many fuzzy peaches. Sometimes there really is nothing better than to just be with the ladies discussing all of the finer points of life like P-Ball and Dutch suitors, all complete, of course, with reenactments. Saturday sadly came to an end, as did any subsequent communication with my former Internet Boyfriend, as he openly admitted that he didn’t know who The Beatles were.
But Sunday had to be the most unbelievable of the all. With probably still a lot of sugar in me from the night before, and a plethora stories to tell, I went to church only to run into a total blast from our past JTW. After being completely MIA for eleven months, I was able to get a phone number from him and we arranged to hang out later that night.
Now, I am not making this up. I really did have a conversation with him, and I really did talk on the phone twice with him, but somehow it still kinda seems as if I just imagined the whole thing. Like Ted on How I Met Your Mother, I arranged a gathering, just for him. And he never showed up.
During our phone conversation, he seemed excited to come over, and got our address again. But I don’t know what happened. Not overly surprised to be stood up by a boy, I wonder, is cageyness just the new calling card of our generation? Are we incapable of making firm plans? Do we all suffer from a fear of commitment?
JTW may have been the final straw and most of us went to bed deflated and depressed. And really knowing, that no matter what we say or do, we can’t change this new trend of flakiness that has emerged. To all of the boys that read this from ladies around the world: Please, please put down your purse, and just step it up, if only for a minute.
A thank you to our gang of friends who did make Sunday nigh at least enjoyable. Why did we eat so many fuzzy peaches?
Here’s hoping that next weekend brings us just as much joy, although not as much oddness.
Have a good week, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Good luck to the EAG.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
Lots of love.
The weekend really was fantastic and I think that is the major reason why I think that I just dreamed it all. Friday night started with a reunion of sorts. After a four-month hiatus, the Fantastic Four gathered for our infamous Pay Day Dinners (Although I don’t get paid the same weeks as my Chapters acquaintances.)We hit up Osh-o for some Japanese fare. I had never been, and everyone else seemed to have a love of the Pan-Asian cuisine. I really had no idea what I was eating, but for the most part it was pretty good.
It is just so funny how much my generation loves international food. We eat Naan bread at the house all of the time, hit up the local Vietnamese restaurant often, talk about going to the Ethiopian restaurant, and even suggest making curry for everyone. It seems as if it really is a small world after all, well as far as food is concerned.
Saturday started with a funny family trip to Taber. (Although all without seeing “The Girl”. Isn’t that the only reason to go?) My grandparents lived in Taber while I was growing up and we spent many, many weekends there. Taber always seems to be the town that time forgot, even though it might now have a Wal-Mart (what town doesn’t?) the downtown seemed just as lame as always and the old IGA just reminded me of Saturday mornings spent with my grandpa.
On Saturday night, we had a Girls’ Night In, complete with Will Ferrell and too many fuzzy peaches. Sometimes there really is nothing better than to just be with the ladies discussing all of the finer points of life like P-Ball and Dutch suitors, all complete, of course, with reenactments. Saturday sadly came to an end, as did any subsequent communication with my former Internet Boyfriend, as he openly admitted that he didn’t know who The Beatles were.
But Sunday had to be the most unbelievable of the all. With probably still a lot of sugar in me from the night before, and a plethora stories to tell, I went to church only to run into a total blast from our past JTW. After being completely MIA for eleven months, I was able to get a phone number from him and we arranged to hang out later that night.
Now, I am not making this up. I really did have a conversation with him, and I really did talk on the phone twice with him, but somehow it still kinda seems as if I just imagined the whole thing. Like Ted on How I Met Your Mother, I arranged a gathering, just for him. And he never showed up.
During our phone conversation, he seemed excited to come over, and got our address again. But I don’t know what happened. Not overly surprised to be stood up by a boy, I wonder, is cageyness just the new calling card of our generation? Are we incapable of making firm plans? Do we all suffer from a fear of commitment?
JTW may have been the final straw and most of us went to bed deflated and depressed. And really knowing, that no matter what we say or do, we can’t change this new trend of flakiness that has emerged. To all of the boys that read this from ladies around the world: Please, please put down your purse, and just step it up, if only for a minute.
A thank you to our gang of friends who did make Sunday nigh at least enjoyable. Why did we eat so many fuzzy peaches?
Here’s hoping that next weekend brings us just as much joy, although not as much oddness.
Have a good week, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Good luck to the EAG.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
Lots of love.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Definitely Hardly Working
Oh my good heavens! Hooray for Friday. I went to bed “early” (still plenty late for some of you) last night and was so tired this morning and I laid in bed this morning thinking about what the consequences would be if I just didn’t show up to work this morning. But my sensible side quickly took over and here I am with just a little less than 6 hours left in the day. I am getting though the day with loud music and enjoying all of the chocolate stashed around my office. (Yes, you can call me Claudia Kishi)
There are no lawyers in the office today; they all decided to take another long weekend. When I found this out yesterday afternoon, I jokingly said, “So that means the office is closed tomorrow?” But having no one understand my jokes or sense of humour around this place, the other assistants looked at me horrified that I would even suggest such a thing and said, “Oh no Denise, it is business as usual.” Realizing they didn’t know I was joking, I said, “Oh well, it was worth a try.” And seriously, one of the assistants looked at me and with a straight face said, “Denise, we can’t just close the office willy-nilly, our clients depend on us to be open appropriate hours.” I just smiled and went back to my office, realizing that I really shouldn’t talk at work.
I got my hair cut last night by the ever talkative Keely. Luckily for me she stops cutting when she starts talking, my aunt use to cut and talk at the same time, and would always leave you with a lot less hair than you came in with. But because Keely is always starting and stopping, it takes a lot longer than it normally should. But I don’t really mind because I LOVE getting my hair cut.
Last year around this time I made a list of all of the things that I am a sucker for, and while most of the things on that list still make me a little weak in the knees or my heart happy, I thought I would update it for 2008.
I absolutely love:
--Car washes
--Spinach artichoke dip
--Ironing
--The Gap
--Weekday Eve
--Haircuts
--Blogging
--Jimmy Eat World
--Hot dogs
--Trivial Pursuit
--Taste tests of any variety
--Random road trips
--Documentaries
--Wool pants
--Tchoikies
--The Fantastic Four
--Swimming
--Feature Films For Families
--James Taylor
--TV Series on DVD
--Steve Carell
--Chocolate Milk
--The Beatles
Thanks for everything. I absolutely love all of you as well. Let’s do something this weekend if that is at all possible.
Lots of Love.
There are no lawyers in the office today; they all decided to take another long weekend. When I found this out yesterday afternoon, I jokingly said, “So that means the office is closed tomorrow?” But having no one understand my jokes or sense of humour around this place, the other assistants looked at me horrified that I would even suggest such a thing and said, “Oh no Denise, it is business as usual.” Realizing they didn’t know I was joking, I said, “Oh well, it was worth a try.” And seriously, one of the assistants looked at me and with a straight face said, “Denise, we can’t just close the office willy-nilly, our clients depend on us to be open appropriate hours.” I just smiled and went back to my office, realizing that I really shouldn’t talk at work.
I got my hair cut last night by the ever talkative Keely. Luckily for me she stops cutting when she starts talking, my aunt use to cut and talk at the same time, and would always leave you with a lot less hair than you came in with. But because Keely is always starting and stopping, it takes a lot longer than it normally should. But I don’t really mind because I LOVE getting my hair cut.
Last year around this time I made a list of all of the things that I am a sucker for, and while most of the things on that list still make me a little weak in the knees or my heart happy, I thought I would update it for 2008.
I absolutely love:
--Car washes
--Spinach artichoke dip
--Ironing
--The Gap
--Weekday Eve
--Haircuts
--Blogging
--Jimmy Eat World
--Hot dogs
--Trivial Pursuit
--Taste tests of any variety
--Random road trips
--Documentaries
--Wool pants
--Tchoikies
--The Fantastic Four
--Swimming
--Feature Films For Families
--James Taylor
--TV Series on DVD
--Steve Carell
--Chocolate Milk
--The Beatles
Thanks for everything. I absolutely love all of you as well. Let’s do something this weekend if that is at all possible.
Lots of Love.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Not Quite Working Hard
Thank goodness it is Thursday afternoon. To think that the weekend is only a short 10 working hours away is making me more than happy. I really don’t have anything planed for the weekend, and usually Friday nights are among the boringest nights of the week. (What happened? We use to do stuff! We use to have friends!) But I am still excited for whatever chaos we might find ourselves in, or more realistically, a possible viewing of “The Santa Trap”, hopefully featuring Twisted Sister.
A not so exciting blog for you all today. At least you should be grateful that it isn’t about dating, the surprising theme of most of my February ’08 entries.
A special thanks to a makeshift Fantastic Four for entertaining me with horrid crudeness and many, many tales that probably shouldn’t be told in mixed company. (What would the Fascinating Girl think?)
We hit up the Red Dog Diner again, this time to test the hot dogs everyone has been raving about. Although, I am still convinced that we could have gotten a better hot dog at 7-11. And a trip to Popup Starbucks is always funny, if only to be paranoid and cautious while entering in case someone may or may not be working there.
We ended the night with another lame movie. This time it was a poorly animated version of Snow White, but the horrible music made it at least laughable. At this point even I am beginning to think this may have gone too far. We really need to spend our time watching better quality movies.
So excited for:
A hair cut with the almost as entertaining as the official, Keely.
Surprised with:
The super shampoo! Surprisingly it didn’t make my hair fall out! It actually did an above average job. (I just mixed all six of my shampoos together to form one miracle shampoo!)
Wondering about:
Date night? No, probably not.
Thanks for everything. Hard to believe it is almost all back to normal.
Lots of Love.
A not so exciting blog for you all today. At least you should be grateful that it isn’t about dating, the surprising theme of most of my February ’08 entries.
A special thanks to a makeshift Fantastic Four for entertaining me with horrid crudeness and many, many tales that probably shouldn’t be told in mixed company. (What would the Fascinating Girl think?)
We hit up the Red Dog Diner again, this time to test the hot dogs everyone has been raving about. Although, I am still convinced that we could have gotten a better hot dog at 7-11. And a trip to Popup Starbucks is always funny, if only to be paranoid and cautious while entering in case someone may or may not be working there.
We ended the night with another lame movie. This time it was a poorly animated version of Snow White, but the horrible music made it at least laughable. At this point even I am beginning to think this may have gone too far. We really need to spend our time watching better quality movies.
So excited for:
A hair cut with the almost as entertaining as the official, Keely.
Surprised with:
The super shampoo! Surprisingly it didn’t make my hair fall out! It actually did an above average job. (I just mixed all six of my shampoos together to form one miracle shampoo!)
Wondering about:
Date night? No, probably not.
Thanks for everything. Hard to believe it is almost all back to normal.
Lots of Love.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Single In The City
Hey, hey, what do you know, it’s Tuesday! Okay, really I am not that excited, it was a very late night, and an even earlier morning. But hopefully your weekend was Fam-tastic (I can’t take credit for that. Thanks Flick.) and you got a lot accomplished.
The weekend wasn’t overly exciting. I picked up some new wool pants from the Gap, which with all of the discounts and gift certificates I had saved from Christmas, turned out to be free! (I am totally rocking the office with them today, and even though they won’t say it, I think everyone is jealous.)
We watched a couple of movies (I knew Gryphon would be almost as fun as Mel) had a real Flight of the Conchords marathon and even got a bit of sleeping in. I am just counting the next thirty days until our next long weekend with Good Friday.
So today is another open discussion. Discuss if you will.
Are there rules to dating?
Married people all agree, when it comes to love, there really are no rules. And that anyone can make a first move, a second move or even all the moves. Single people are pretty adamant. There are definite rules and regulations that need to be followed to win over a prospective love. Failure to do so, leads you to Saturday nights alone with pyjama pants, old Friends reruns and eating Mac and Cheese right out of the pot.
So, who is right?
Here is the story. The other night I am with a gaggle of married people, when of course, like always, the topic of me and my singleness comes up. Now, I have no problems telling everyone funny stories associated with the ups and downs with my unattached-ness. And so I begin with a story of not too long ago, that of Mr. LOL, my internet boyfriend.
You have all read about him in recent weeks, after a month or two of strictly internet talking (And not even that captivating of conversations) I got bored and stopped talking to him. Yup, just like that, cold turkey. And you will never believe it, but when I stopped initiating conversations, he stopped as well. It has been a few weeks since our last lame conversation, and I am thinking that it is over just a soon as it begun, if it even begun.
Now, maybe there was interest on his part at some point. After all, it was him that started this whole thing, and originally initiated all of our conversations. But at some point that all stopped and our normally bad conversations became worse.
My married posse was horrified that I would give up that easily, stating that I should have, or still should ask him out. But I decided not that long ago, I wasn’t going to chase people who weren't interested, or wear someone down to date me. We have all seen the effects of those situations.
Am I wrong? Did I give up too easily? Am I just playing by rules that don’t even or need to exist? Now what?
Shouldn’t this be easier?
Here’s to:
At least it is a short week.
A fresh start. No more talk, just action this time.
Right back where we started from and maybe this time it isn’t a bad thing. It’s nice to have you back.
Thanks to all of you for the weekend fun.
Lots of Love.
The weekend wasn’t overly exciting. I picked up some new wool pants from the Gap, which with all of the discounts and gift certificates I had saved from Christmas, turned out to be free! (I am totally rocking the office with them today, and even though they won’t say it, I think everyone is jealous.)
We watched a couple of movies (I knew Gryphon would be almost as fun as Mel) had a real Flight of the Conchords marathon and even got a bit of sleeping in. I am just counting the next thirty days until our next long weekend with Good Friday.
So today is another open discussion. Discuss if you will.
Are there rules to dating?
Married people all agree, when it comes to love, there really are no rules. And that anyone can make a first move, a second move or even all the moves. Single people are pretty adamant. There are definite rules and regulations that need to be followed to win over a prospective love. Failure to do so, leads you to Saturday nights alone with pyjama pants, old Friends reruns and eating Mac and Cheese right out of the pot.
So, who is right?
Here is the story. The other night I am with a gaggle of married people, when of course, like always, the topic of me and my singleness comes up. Now, I have no problems telling everyone funny stories associated with the ups and downs with my unattached-ness. And so I begin with a story of not too long ago, that of Mr. LOL, my internet boyfriend.
You have all read about him in recent weeks, after a month or two of strictly internet talking (And not even that captivating of conversations) I got bored and stopped talking to him. Yup, just like that, cold turkey. And you will never believe it, but when I stopped initiating conversations, he stopped as well. It has been a few weeks since our last lame conversation, and I am thinking that it is over just a soon as it begun, if it even begun.
Now, maybe there was interest on his part at some point. After all, it was him that started this whole thing, and originally initiated all of our conversations. But at some point that all stopped and our normally bad conversations became worse.
My married posse was horrified that I would give up that easily, stating that I should have, or still should ask him out. But I decided not that long ago, I wasn’t going to chase people who weren't interested, or wear someone down to date me. We have all seen the effects of those situations.
Am I wrong? Did I give up too easily? Am I just playing by rules that don’t even or need to exist? Now what?
Shouldn’t this be easier?
Here’s to:
At least it is a short week.
A fresh start. No more talk, just action this time.
Right back where we started from and maybe this time it isn’t a bad thing. It’s nice to have you back.
Thanks to all of you for the weekend fun.
Lots of Love.
Friday, February 15, 2008
It’s True What They Say About Carnations
“As much as I love both of you, I don’t want to spend next Valentines Day with either of you.” –Denise, February 14, 2007.
Somehow it didn’t work as both Jenny and Flick attended our 2008 Valentines Day Fete. Now, I am not really one for Valentines Day, thinking that any holiday you don’t get off work should be optionally celebrated, ie: Saint Patrick’s Day, Halloween.
But this year at our SASAA (Second Annual Self Actualization Affair) we made somewhat of a goal, to have dates on Valentines Day this year. It seemed like a good plans as Valentines was six weeks away. Surely the three funniest and prettiest girls I knew could get just one date for Valentines, or at very least be asked to Sweethearts.
I could imagine us entertaining our dates with our wit as we waited for our food from Earls, using, of course, the gift certificates we had received at Christmas but saved for this very purpose. Flick wearing some sort of summer shoes, Jenny no doubt in a dress and me, sporting the shiny pants.
But cut to this year and a bunch of ladies, and one lone guy, mounds of chocolate fondue and planning for our new Feature Films For Families movie night with “Finding Buck McHenry.” It really was more fun than it sounds, and the fondue was so good and such an excellent idea. Just not the way I had envisioned it on our cold January night.
I also have not been well this week, being very light headed and dizzy as a result of a possible ear infection. If I move slowly and sit very still, everything is okay. I came into work and the ladies announced, “You look horrible! Your eyes are all weird.” Now, I did take a look in the mirror today before I left for the office, and while I didn’t look exactly like my normal colouring, I know I didn’t look that bad.
I am unsure if RDP has even noticed that I wasn’t at work earlier this week, and seems to flitting here and there to get everything done before the long weekend. The ladies in the office, surprisingly have been very protective of me, and have been volunteering to do all of the little tasks he has been asking me to do. To be honest, I think I am just grateful he is leaving me alone for the most part.
Please don’t worry about me; I am sure everything will return to normal next week. It is nothing that a long weekend won’t fix. Although right now, it might be time for a mid-afternoon nap. I think I have used up all of the energy I have possession of today.
Thanks for all that you do. Keep doing what you’re doing.
Here’s to:
Pay day! It’s about time!
A long weekend. Thanks Family Day!
Recuperating with more Feature Films For Families.
A feverish dream and a new best friend.
Lots of Love.
Somehow it didn’t work as both Jenny and Flick attended our 2008 Valentines Day Fete. Now, I am not really one for Valentines Day, thinking that any holiday you don’t get off work should be optionally celebrated, ie: Saint Patrick’s Day, Halloween.
But this year at our SASAA (Second Annual Self Actualization Affair) we made somewhat of a goal, to have dates on Valentines Day this year. It seemed like a good plans as Valentines was six weeks away. Surely the three funniest and prettiest girls I knew could get just one date for Valentines, or at very least be asked to Sweethearts.
I could imagine us entertaining our dates with our wit as we waited for our food from Earls, using, of course, the gift certificates we had received at Christmas but saved for this very purpose. Flick wearing some sort of summer shoes, Jenny no doubt in a dress and me, sporting the shiny pants.
But cut to this year and a bunch of ladies, and one lone guy, mounds of chocolate fondue and planning for our new Feature Films For Families movie night with “Finding Buck McHenry.” It really was more fun than it sounds, and the fondue was so good and such an excellent idea. Just not the way I had envisioned it on our cold January night.
I also have not been well this week, being very light headed and dizzy as a result of a possible ear infection. If I move slowly and sit very still, everything is okay. I came into work and the ladies announced, “You look horrible! Your eyes are all weird.” Now, I did take a look in the mirror today before I left for the office, and while I didn’t look exactly like my normal colouring, I know I didn’t look that bad.
I am unsure if RDP has even noticed that I wasn’t at work earlier this week, and seems to flitting here and there to get everything done before the long weekend. The ladies in the office, surprisingly have been very protective of me, and have been volunteering to do all of the little tasks he has been asking me to do. To be honest, I think I am just grateful he is leaving me alone for the most part.
Please don’t worry about me; I am sure everything will return to normal next week. It is nothing that a long weekend won’t fix. Although right now, it might be time for a mid-afternoon nap. I think I have used up all of the energy I have possession of today.
Thanks for all that you do. Keep doing what you’re doing.
Here’s to:
Pay day! It’s about time!
A long weekend. Thanks Family Day!
Recuperating with more Feature Films For Families.
A feverish dream and a new best friend.
Lots of Love.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
This Time It Isn't Me
Well, let’s just say that it is refreshing to see that I am not the angry one this time. Sorry to both of you. I’ll make sure that copies of my book get to you.
So a happy birthday to Abe Lincoln today. I have to say that the Lincoln Memorial was one of the biggest let downs of Washington DC, well, and the Declaration of Independence, oh yah, and moon rocks.
I will be the first one to admit it, but I am in pure denial about my age. To think that in a few short months I will be 27 makes me more than ill. Where are my twenties going, I don’t know. So when my roommates and friends suggested that I attend the Midsingles Conference in Calgary with them, I protested with everything I had.
But somehow, and I don’t know how, I think they have worn me down and a few short weeks after my 27th birthday I could be attending a Priest-Laurel-esque conference.
I guess when I go through all of the people, places and things I have done since it high school, it makes sense that I am as old as I am. I recently came back into contact with some old friends, one from high school, and an old roommate. So much has happened since I last said good bye to them, and to run through all the events has been quiet a task.
Since I moved out of my grandparents’ house in 2003, I have had seventeen roommates (I hope I didn’t miss anyone) and have lived at three different houses. I had a couple of different jobs, countless crushes and many, many stories.
The YSA whirlwind that I have been part of for so long, finally seems to have slowed and really no longer seems that fun. And now I am just afraid that it is too late, that I didn’t get off the ride at the right time, and now I just have to keep going around and around until the park closes.
So at this stage, I am really hoping that this Midsingles Conference is just the shake up we all need. Although I am not fond of dances nor overly excited by games like Do You Love Your Neighbour.
I am sorry. I am sure everything will be okay, and if not it will be another story, as Jenny pointed out. Besides we all know what happened at the last Priest Laurel Conference, so maybe this one will bring just as much good luck.
Wishing:
I had a Reading Week of some sort.
Waiting:
For our next pay day.
Wondering:
What’s next?
Lots of Love.
So a happy birthday to Abe Lincoln today. I have to say that the Lincoln Memorial was one of the biggest let downs of Washington DC, well, and the Declaration of Independence, oh yah, and moon rocks.
I will be the first one to admit it, but I am in pure denial about my age. To think that in a few short months I will be 27 makes me more than ill. Where are my twenties going, I don’t know. So when my roommates and friends suggested that I attend the Midsingles Conference in Calgary with them, I protested with everything I had.
But somehow, and I don’t know how, I think they have worn me down and a few short weeks after my 27th birthday I could be attending a Priest-Laurel-esque conference.
I guess when I go through all of the people, places and things I have done since it high school, it makes sense that I am as old as I am. I recently came back into contact with some old friends, one from high school, and an old roommate. So much has happened since I last said good bye to them, and to run through all the events has been quiet a task.
Since I moved out of my grandparents’ house in 2003, I have had seventeen roommates (I hope I didn’t miss anyone) and have lived at three different houses. I had a couple of different jobs, countless crushes and many, many stories.
The YSA whirlwind that I have been part of for so long, finally seems to have slowed and really no longer seems that fun. And now I am just afraid that it is too late, that I didn’t get off the ride at the right time, and now I just have to keep going around and around until the park closes.
So at this stage, I am really hoping that this Midsingles Conference is just the shake up we all need. Although I am not fond of dances nor overly excited by games like Do You Love Your Neighbour.
I am sorry. I am sure everything will be okay, and if not it will be another story, as Jenny pointed out. Besides we all know what happened at the last Priest Laurel Conference, so maybe this one will bring just as much good luck.
Wishing:
I had a Reading Week of some sort.
Waiting:
For our next pay day.
Wondering:
What’s next?
Lots of Love.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Who Is Funnier Than Us?
A happy Monday to you all. I am sad that the weekend is over, but we have only five quasi-short days until a long weekend. They should hopefully go by quickly with all of the funny plans we have made for this week.
But most importantly, a Happy Birthday to our dear Eric. It also wouldn’t be February 11th without saying a happy birthday to the Brooks McDonalds as well. Congratulations on 19 years of business.
Let me just say, to all of those who missed out viewing of Mel, you really missed something. For Christmas, Jenny’s grandma gave her family a bunch of lame “family” movies, that aren’t even good enough to show on TV, even late night. But we decided to watch Mel because it was about a giant “turtle-like” creature. Here is the synopsis from the back of the DVD:
"When Roger, a teenage boy, is sent to live with his grandfather for the summer, he discovers his grandfather is protecting a friendly, turtle-like creature named Mel. When Roger’s reckless behavior lands his grandfather in jail, it’s up to him to save Mel from a greedy land developer."
It is full of stupid side stories, tight pants, workaholic parents, bad kissing, unnecessary tabbaco use, a tiger and Mel’s secret! Truly one of the best things I have seen all week!
Looking forward to our hodge podge of a week. Maybe, just maybe, things are starting to look up.
Congratulations to the YSA council for finally coming to their senses, sort of.
So excited to be back in contact with my favourite Saskatchewan resident!
I really am sorry for you. I can help you find a song, if you need it.
Contemplating the unthinkable! Way to put ideas into my head, Jenny!
Hoping to watch something just as magical next weekend.
Wondering what the itchy ears are about.
Lots of Love.
But most importantly, a Happy Birthday to our dear Eric. It also wouldn’t be February 11th without saying a happy birthday to the Brooks McDonalds as well. Congratulations on 19 years of business.
Let me just say, to all of those who missed out viewing of Mel, you really missed something. For Christmas, Jenny’s grandma gave her family a bunch of lame “family” movies, that aren’t even good enough to show on TV, even late night. But we decided to watch Mel because it was about a giant “turtle-like” creature. Here is the synopsis from the back of the DVD:
"When Roger, a teenage boy, is sent to live with his grandfather for the summer, he discovers his grandfather is protecting a friendly, turtle-like creature named Mel. When Roger’s reckless behavior lands his grandfather in jail, it’s up to him to save Mel from a greedy land developer."
It is full of stupid side stories, tight pants, workaholic parents, bad kissing, unnecessary tabbaco use, a tiger and Mel’s secret! Truly one of the best things I have seen all week!
Looking forward to our hodge podge of a week. Maybe, just maybe, things are starting to look up.
Congratulations to the YSA council for finally coming to their senses, sort of.
So excited to be back in contact with my favourite Saskatchewan resident!
I really am sorry for you. I can help you find a song, if you need it.
Contemplating the unthinkable! Way to put ideas into my head, Jenny!
Hoping to watch something just as magical next weekend.
Wondering what the itchy ears are about.
Lots of Love.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
All About Me And A Little About You
You are balanced, orderly, and organized.
You like ducks.
You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.
You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.
You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
This is what came up when I did one of those stupid Facebook quiz. This one was, “What Does Your Name Mean?”
I think for the most part it is true, although such general statements could almost apply to anyone. Still, I do like the line, “You like ducks.”
What does may name really mean? Mispronunciations and misspellings.
RDP is out of the office today, which means what? I have been mostly bored today. Very early in the day, I completed the 1.5 tasks he gave me to do today. It is hard to entertain yourself for eight hours.
We did get a new printer at the office, which has been a much bigger deal than it ever should have been. We now have four printers in our office. (Which I don’t understand considering 85% of the office still uses their typewriters and have no real need for printers.)We all had to do printer test runs to make sure we knew what printer number corresponded with what printer. Most of the ladies have still not got this into their heads and I am sure that we have printed off three whole trees worth of paper to get everyone straightened out.
I am looking forward to all of the kafuffle with our new fax machine next week.
We hit up the Red Dog Diner last night. I guess this place has turned into the après work hangout for the YSA. Maybe we ordered the wrong thing, but I think I was expecting more. I think all of buzz I had been hearing and excitement of the unknown built this place up a little too much in our heads.
It is relatively cheap, it is open late and if you happen to be a fan of poutine they do have 10+ varieties to try. It is different but, kinda fun to support local business.
Only a little more than an hour left of work. (Don’t think that I am planning on staying any longer than 4:30 today.) With no real concrete plans for tonight, who knows where the wind will take us.
Happy Chinese New Year. Good luck in this, the Year of the Rat.
Just wondering if my experiment will work.
Lots of Love.
You like ducks.
You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.
You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.
You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.
You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.
You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
This is what came up when I did one of those stupid Facebook quiz. This one was, “What Does Your Name Mean?”
I think for the most part it is true, although such general statements could almost apply to anyone. Still, I do like the line, “You like ducks.”
What does may name really mean? Mispronunciations and misspellings.
RDP is out of the office today, which means what? I have been mostly bored today. Very early in the day, I completed the 1.5 tasks he gave me to do today. It is hard to entertain yourself for eight hours.
We did get a new printer at the office, which has been a much bigger deal than it ever should have been. We now have four printers in our office. (Which I don’t understand considering 85% of the office still uses their typewriters and have no real need for printers.)We all had to do printer test runs to make sure we knew what printer number corresponded with what printer. Most of the ladies have still not got this into their heads and I am sure that we have printed off three whole trees worth of paper to get everyone straightened out.
I am looking forward to all of the kafuffle with our new fax machine next week.
We hit up the Red Dog Diner last night. I guess this place has turned into the après work hangout for the YSA. Maybe we ordered the wrong thing, but I think I was expecting more. I think all of buzz I had been hearing and excitement of the unknown built this place up a little too much in our heads.
It is relatively cheap, it is open late and if you happen to be a fan of poutine they do have 10+ varieties to try. It is different but, kinda fun to support local business.
Only a little more than an hour left of work. (Don’t think that I am planning on staying any longer than 4:30 today.) With no real concrete plans for tonight, who knows where the wind will take us.
Happy Chinese New Year. Good luck in this, the Year of the Rat.
Just wondering if my experiment will work.
Lots of Love.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Everyday Expectations
Well, only 39 and a half more days of Lent to go.
We are having a giant Lent kick off tonight with our own version of Ash Wednesday, hangout with our Ashley… maybe that was a little blasphemous. Sorry to Catholics far and wide. You know I would be one of you, if I could.
I still don’t know what I am giving up for Lent. I know there are probably a lot of things that I should give up, but none of them seem as desperate as last year. Last year I gave a boy up for Lent, and I never really looked back.
With no one in current radar, there is no one to give up. Besides, I gave up my “Internet Boyfriend” a couple of weeks ago anyways. He was just too boring online, and it was too awkward in real life. Here is a sample conversation to illustrate my point:
Mr. LOL—How was your day?
Denise—Not bad. I alternated between working hard and hardly working.
Mr. LOL—LOL
MR. LOL—You are funny.
Denise---I know I am. What did you do today?
Mr. LOL—Nothing.
Denise—Sounds exciting!
Mr. LOL—LOL. You are so funny.
Pretty much that is how all our conversations went everyday. Me asking question after question, him giving lame answers, while always commenting on how funny I am. (Which is true, but kinda annoying after a while.)
Besides that isn’t really a good story to tell all of your friends and family. “Oh, we knew each other, but we never really talked face to face, just on the internet. It was love at first emoticon.”
I will reiterate it for all of those who missed it the first time I wrote it on here. Jenny and I found this quote before Christmas and fell in love.
“Somewhere out there is a guy who can’t wait to tell the world he is your boyfriend. Quite goofing around and go find him.”
Surprisingly, I don’t want a guy that will just tell the online world he is my boyfriend.
Sorry I never intended on writing about dating how to today, although it is obvious that some of us really do need that lesson.
Alright, switching gears, here is a funny, not so funny story from the office today.
Our receptionist called in sick today. I am not overly surprised; she calls in sick at least once a month, leaving me to be head backup receptionist. Anyways, she called this morning and said, “I have a headache, so I don’t think I will be in.” What?!? We all have headaches, but we are still coming to work.
She was going to take an aspirin and see if she felt well enough to come in. Surprise, surprise, she called an hour or two later and said she wasn’t going to come in today. Needless to say, I haven’t gotten much done with the constant phone interruptions and people to receive at the front desk.
With the week half over, things are looking pretty good and I am hoping to have a lot done before the weekend. Jenny and I have optimistically joined forces for a Spring Cleanathon of our house on Saturday. Hopefully just in time for our Mel viewing on Sunday! (Could there be anything better than a movie featuring a “turtle-like” creature?)
Sidebar: Loving the ‘Smart Playlist’ on itunes. Thanks for knowing just what I wanted to listen to this afternoon, even if I had no idea.
Thanks for making this week not so bad. Keep on keeping on.
Lots of Love
We are having a giant Lent kick off tonight with our own version of Ash Wednesday, hangout with our Ashley… maybe that was a little blasphemous. Sorry to Catholics far and wide. You know I would be one of you, if I could.
I still don’t know what I am giving up for Lent. I know there are probably a lot of things that I should give up, but none of them seem as desperate as last year. Last year I gave a boy up for Lent, and I never really looked back.
With no one in current radar, there is no one to give up. Besides, I gave up my “Internet Boyfriend” a couple of weeks ago anyways. He was just too boring online, and it was too awkward in real life. Here is a sample conversation to illustrate my point:
Mr. LOL—How was your day?
Denise—Not bad. I alternated between working hard and hardly working.
Mr. LOL—LOL
MR. LOL—You are funny.
Denise---I know I am. What did you do today?
Mr. LOL—Nothing.
Denise—Sounds exciting!
Mr. LOL—LOL. You are so funny.
Pretty much that is how all our conversations went everyday. Me asking question after question, him giving lame answers, while always commenting on how funny I am. (Which is true, but kinda annoying after a while.)
Besides that isn’t really a good story to tell all of your friends and family. “Oh, we knew each other, but we never really talked face to face, just on the internet. It was love at first emoticon.”
I will reiterate it for all of those who missed it the first time I wrote it on here. Jenny and I found this quote before Christmas and fell in love.
“Somewhere out there is a guy who can’t wait to tell the world he is your boyfriend. Quite goofing around and go find him.”
Surprisingly, I don’t want a guy that will just tell the online world he is my boyfriend.
Sorry I never intended on writing about dating how to today, although it is obvious that some of us really do need that lesson.
Alright, switching gears, here is a funny, not so funny story from the office today.
Our receptionist called in sick today. I am not overly surprised; she calls in sick at least once a month, leaving me to be head backup receptionist. Anyways, she called this morning and said, “I have a headache, so I don’t think I will be in.” What?!? We all have headaches, but we are still coming to work.
She was going to take an aspirin and see if she felt well enough to come in. Surprise, surprise, she called an hour or two later and said she wasn’t going to come in today. Needless to say, I haven’t gotten much done with the constant phone interruptions and people to receive at the front desk.
With the week half over, things are looking pretty good and I am hoping to have a lot done before the weekend. Jenny and I have optimistically joined forces for a Spring Cleanathon of our house on Saturday. Hopefully just in time for our Mel viewing on Sunday! (Could there be anything better than a movie featuring a “turtle-like” creature?)
Sidebar: Loving the ‘Smart Playlist’ on itunes. Thanks for knowing just what I wanted to listen to this afternoon, even if I had no idea.
Thanks for making this week not so bad. Keep on keeping on.
Lots of Love
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
It Was Twenty Years Ago Today
Hello and a happy Mardi Gras (or Shrove Tuesday/Pancake Day, according to my calendar) from my now warm office. We finally got some heat back in the late afternoon yesterday, and our office made it all the way to a balmy 12 degrees. Today we have the heat going full steam to compensate for yesterday’s disaster. If anything it might be a bit too warm in here, but I am not going to complain, just maybe fall asleep at my desk.
Every once and a while, I like to go back to old blog entries and figure out what we were doing a year ago, two years ago. Quite often, I am the oracle in which people turn to remember when past event occurred. If it was even a quasi-monumental moment, chances are that I wrote about it on my blog.
So today, I thought I would indulge you all in This Day In Denise History:
Let’s flip just one short year ago: 2007
I pretended to play dodge ball and some of you broke your ankle.
More importantly, Flick and I became authors. “Punch Hinkson and The Third Street Mystery Gang: Case of Christina’s Engagement.” I re-read it the other day, and although not one of the characters in the book is still in our ward, it is still the funniest thing I have ever read.
How about two years ago: 2006
Only a short day after the Pittsburg Steelers won the Superbowl, I had an awkward conversation/breakup at Tim Horton’s, of all places!
We were living on the Northside and things were going well. By this time, we had finally gotten rid of all of the merry-go-round boys we had at the 727 house. We only had a few months of peace until we had to deal with the “Let’s Not Be Awkward” situation of BM.
All the way from the old blog: 2005
Date Box! I know! I was really excited to re-read all the fun and excitement of my one and very only date with Mr. Richards.
What about this one: 2004
For reason’s unknown, I didn’t keep a blog in 2004, which kinda makes me sad. I will never know what happened that year. For all I know February 5, 2004 could have been one of the greatest days of my life.
A whole five years ago: 2003
Oh yes, the Sweethearts muddle.
February of 2003, I was sweet twenty-one year old. At the time I was still living with my grandparents, and I remember quite well as everyone, including my aunt, uncle and cousins hung around as I got the phone call.
Sadly, some not so awesome guy called to ask me to go to Sweethearts with him. (You should understand this guy was the equivalent of our current Joseph) My heart kinda sank as I agreed to go with him.
A few days before Sweethearts, this guy called back and said, “The girl I really wanted to go with can go now, so I don’t need you to go with me anymore.” Relieved, I waited for someone else to call to ask me to the big event, but no one ever called, so I went home early for Reading Week.
When I got back into town, one of the guys I was friends with asked me how Sweethearts with so and so went. I relayed the whole story about being dumped before the dance. My friend started laughing, and told me how this guy had stood up in Priesthood meeting and said, “I am asking Denise, so no one else ask her.” I was mortified! My friends went on to say that he had planned on asking me, but couldn’t since this other guy had made such a bold statement.
Oh my, who knew that February 5 was such as historic day! Thank goodness for almost five years of blogging!
Thanks for a strangely fun night last night. And a congratulations to both of us for being on our best behaviors. It was some sort of odd swan song.
Here’s hoping today makes it in the history books.
Lots of Love.
Every once and a while, I like to go back to old blog entries and figure out what we were doing a year ago, two years ago. Quite often, I am the oracle in which people turn to remember when past event occurred. If it was even a quasi-monumental moment, chances are that I wrote about it on my blog.
So today, I thought I would indulge you all in This Day In Denise History:
Let’s flip just one short year ago: 2007
I pretended to play dodge ball and some of you broke your ankle.
More importantly, Flick and I became authors. “Punch Hinkson and The Third Street Mystery Gang: Case of Christina’s Engagement.” I re-read it the other day, and although not one of the characters in the book is still in our ward, it is still the funniest thing I have ever read.
How about two years ago: 2006
Only a short day after the Pittsburg Steelers won the Superbowl, I had an awkward conversation/breakup at Tim Horton’s, of all places!
We were living on the Northside and things were going well. By this time, we had finally gotten rid of all of the merry-go-round boys we had at the 727 house. We only had a few months of peace until we had to deal with the “Let’s Not Be Awkward” situation of BM.
All the way from the old blog: 2005
Date Box! I know! I was really excited to re-read all the fun and excitement of my one and very only date with Mr. Richards.
What about this one: 2004
For reason’s unknown, I didn’t keep a blog in 2004, which kinda makes me sad. I will never know what happened that year. For all I know February 5, 2004 could have been one of the greatest days of my life.
A whole five years ago: 2003
Oh yes, the Sweethearts muddle.
February of 2003, I was sweet twenty-one year old. At the time I was still living with my grandparents, and I remember quite well as everyone, including my aunt, uncle and cousins hung around as I got the phone call.
Sadly, some not so awesome guy called to ask me to go to Sweethearts with him. (You should understand this guy was the equivalent of our current Joseph) My heart kinda sank as I agreed to go with him.
A few days before Sweethearts, this guy called back and said, “The girl I really wanted to go with can go now, so I don’t need you to go with me anymore.” Relieved, I waited for someone else to call to ask me to the big event, but no one ever called, so I went home early for Reading Week.
When I got back into town, one of the guys I was friends with asked me how Sweethearts with so and so went. I relayed the whole story about being dumped before the dance. My friend started laughing, and told me how this guy had stood up in Priesthood meeting and said, “I am asking Denise, so no one else ask her.” I was mortified! My friends went on to say that he had planned on asking me, but couldn’t since this other guy had made such a bold statement.
Oh my, who knew that February 5 was such as historic day! Thank goodness for almost five years of blogging!
Thanks for a strangely fun night last night. And a congratulations to both of us for being on our best behaviors. It was some sort of odd swan song.
Here’s hoping today makes it in the history books.
Lots of Love.
Monday, February 04, 2008
I Might Be 26, But I Never Said I Was Mature
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to work under the same conditions that existed in Industrial Revolution factories? Well, if so, come on down to my office today. For reasons unknown, the furnace went out on the weekend at our office, and everything, everything is ice cold. According to the thermostat, it is 4 degrees in here.
I am not overly wimpy about cold. But I am freezing and wishing that I had even some of those hobo fingerless gloves instead of my mittens to wear while typing. However, I do have to put my mittens on to use my stapler, my water bottle has pieces of ice floating in it, and my computer has been producing this loud, angry whine for most of the morning already.
The ladies have been teasing me most of the morning for keeping my coat on, but unlike their office, mine is one of the only ones without a space heater. Rumor has it that Rocky’s office is warm, but I am too cold to go down the hall to find out.
When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t overly excited about coming into work. And now, I just wish I had just stayed in my warm bed. I am trying to rally the office to walk out until we have heat back in our office. But I sadly don’t have much support behind me. We will solider on. If I don’t make it out of here alive, please know that I love you all.
Well, on to other news. It is hard to believe that it is February. I have just come to a realization that it is also a leap year. Here’s hoping that 2008 is great if we have to spend 357 days in it.
After hearing my Lent success story of last year, more people have joined my brigade. We have a few short days until our forty-day sacrifice begins, but I think it is about time that we shook things up. Here’s hoping this year goes just as well as last year.
The cold is really making it difficult to think of something cheerful and upbeat to write. Besides, I can only really write a paragraph a time before my fingers get too cold. Just thankful that my coat coordinates with the rest of my outfit. I may die of hypothermia, but at least I will look good.
Thankful for all you have given me.
Lots of love.
I am not overly wimpy about cold. But I am freezing and wishing that I had even some of those hobo fingerless gloves instead of my mittens to wear while typing. However, I do have to put my mittens on to use my stapler, my water bottle has pieces of ice floating in it, and my computer has been producing this loud, angry whine for most of the morning already.
The ladies have been teasing me most of the morning for keeping my coat on, but unlike their office, mine is one of the only ones without a space heater. Rumor has it that Rocky’s office is warm, but I am too cold to go down the hall to find out.
When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t overly excited about coming into work. And now, I just wish I had just stayed in my warm bed. I am trying to rally the office to walk out until we have heat back in our office. But I sadly don’t have much support behind me. We will solider on. If I don’t make it out of here alive, please know that I love you all.
Well, on to other news. It is hard to believe that it is February. I have just come to a realization that it is also a leap year. Here’s hoping that 2008 is great if we have to spend 357 days in it.
After hearing my Lent success story of last year, more people have joined my brigade. We have a few short days until our forty-day sacrifice begins, but I think it is about time that we shook things up. Here’s hoping this year goes just as well as last year.
The cold is really making it difficult to think of something cheerful and upbeat to write. Besides, I can only really write a paragraph a time before my fingers get too cold. Just thankful that my coat coordinates with the rest of my outfit. I may die of hypothermia, but at least I will look good.
Thankful for all you have given me.
Lots of love.
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