Wait a minute. Today is Thursday? Today is Thursday. Today is Thursday!
My stress level has increased exponentially with each day closer we get to moving. Because, honestly, short of a very few boxes here and there, nothing is packed.
But, thankfully, both Jenny and I have tomorrow off work and I plan on pulling on my Minnesota hat, rolling up my sleeves and spending a couple of very late nights getting everything together. It should be fun! I am looking forward to a few minor meltdowns, some insane exhaustion and finally a new house.
Sorry, I will stop talking about all of this. It seems that the house and/or moving has taken over the past couple of posts.
But, seriously, what are you doing Saturday?
So guess who gets to be the spotlight sister in June’s Relief Society Newsletter? This girl!
Really isn’t overly exciting, after all everyone gets a chance to answer the various questions for the section, and nearly everyone in the ward has already taken part of the fun. It was only a matter of time before it was my turn.
So for everyone who will not be receiving a copy of the newsletter, here are my questions and corresponding answers. (The section isn’t that long, so my answers are a lot more concise than they normally would be. Don’t laugh, yes this is concise.)
1. Favourite Summer Song: “Good Day Sunshine”—The Beatles
2. Favourite Jewelry: I don't really wear jewerly, but if you bought me some, I might wear it.
3. Favourite Saying: “Hear me now, believe me later”
4. Popsicles or Freezies?: Freezies, I guess. They are they aren't as messy as popsicles, but I would rather have a Slurpee.
5. Sandals or Shoes?: No one wants to see my feet, least of all me, so I guess, shoes.
6. My Dream Car is ...in someone else’s driveway. Although, I love my car. If the power steering wasn't broken, I would love it even more.
7. When I travel I ...spend a lot of time e-mailing people back home. I just miss everyone too much!
8. I Love ... The Beatles, Hershey Kisses, Fashion Friday, Geese/ducks/seagulls, Hotdogs, Movies with the subtitles on, Weekday Eve, Chocolate Milk, Butterflies, Pay Day Dinners, Fortune Cookies, Road trips to Coaldale, Macaroni and Cheese, Late night grocery shopping, Honeycrisp Apples
9. The Sun makes me ...sad. The Sun and I don't really get along. I wish we could be better friends.
Hoping to talk to you all again from a new address. Looking forward to all the surprise guests we have at our moving party on Saturday. (Did I mention there would be pizza there?)
As Always.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Order for Substitutional Service
Well, moving plans have been formulated, and small amounts of packing have begun. I started on Saturday by carefully removing my Beatles posters*. Usually the first thing to go up, and the last to be taken down I took them down to assess the damage to the wall behind them (it was minimal), and now my room looks bare. I think it might finally be sinking in that we are moving.
There is a long list of things that still need to be accomplished before we can move, however, I have already gotten all of our utilities cancelled or transferred, signed the lease and am hoping to do our walk through and get the keys tonight. There just seems like so much to do, and not nearly enough time in which to do it all.
Life seems to complicate itself by making for a stressful/busy week at work. I really want to not be working this week and would rather focus on getting everything together and moved, but sadly that isn’t possible. I am trying to stay focused on the work at hand, but my mind keeps drifting to remembering to clean the oven and not forget any of our tiny pink pillows for the couch. But I am hoping that I can get enough done in the evenings to make our Saturday move easy.
There feels like there is so much to tell you all, but my mind is having a hard time focusing on one thing, so here is a moving story from a little bit ago.
*The Beatles posters I possess are old. Well, as old as my love of the Beatles, which is now going on its 11th year. When I moved to college I debated for quite a long while about whether or not to bring my posters with me. After a lot of thought, I figured I didn’t want to have them get wrecked, so I kept them up at my house in Brooks. Every Christmas and summer I was greeted by the half smiles of John, Paul, George and Ringo. And when I moved back to Lethbridge to attend University, I again left my posters hanging in my childhood room.
So when my parent decided to move in the winter of 2004, my Beatles posters needed to finally come down, seven years after they had first been put up. Because my family was moving with the bank, we would have professional movers come in pack and move our house. A few weeks before, we had gone through the house packing up the stuff we didn’t want in the moving van.
Again, I debated for a long time about whether or not I should take down my Beatles posters and bring them with me. But decided to have the movers pack them, after all, they were professionals and no doubt had special packaging to move such delicate items.
I didn’t think much about my posters until I came to my new/old room in Lethbridge ready to unpack my posters and bring some joy to my boring basement walls.
I wasn’t able to find the tube that I thought would hold my posters, so decided to unpack the rest of my boxes, thinking that my posters had mistakenly ended up in another room.
When I opened the first box, I noticed a familiar picture on top. It was one of my Beatles posters, folded, and in a box!
I hurried to unpack the rest of the box to find that all of my posters had been folded into small squares and placed in a box with the rest of my items. I unfolded my pictures to only find creases on my once pristine photos.
My emotions ran the gamut from angry to devastated and I tried to get as many of the creases out as I could. I was able to get the majority of creases out my posters by carefully ironing and starching my posters, but still, two of my posters (two of the oldest posters) didn’t come out well, and we had to say a sad good bye.
To this day, you can still see small crease marks on my posters, and I if I look at them long and hard enough, I still am devastated with the choice I made to let “professionals” handle them.
I have since moved three times with posters carefully in hand. I know time is coming, sooner than I am hoping for, that my Beatles posters will have to come down for good. But for right now, they will continue to be the first thing to be put up and the last thing to come down.
Come help us move on Saturday if you are looking for a good time!
Trying to keep it together, but undoubtedly failing miserably.
Please God Speed.
As Always,
There is a long list of things that still need to be accomplished before we can move, however, I have already gotten all of our utilities cancelled or transferred, signed the lease and am hoping to do our walk through and get the keys tonight. There just seems like so much to do, and not nearly enough time in which to do it all.
Life seems to complicate itself by making for a stressful/busy week at work. I really want to not be working this week and would rather focus on getting everything together and moved, but sadly that isn’t possible. I am trying to stay focused on the work at hand, but my mind keeps drifting to remembering to clean the oven and not forget any of our tiny pink pillows for the couch. But I am hoping that I can get enough done in the evenings to make our Saturday move easy.
There feels like there is so much to tell you all, but my mind is having a hard time focusing on one thing, so here is a moving story from a little bit ago.
*The Beatles posters I possess are old. Well, as old as my love of the Beatles, which is now going on its 11th year. When I moved to college I debated for quite a long while about whether or not to bring my posters with me. After a lot of thought, I figured I didn’t want to have them get wrecked, so I kept them up at my house in Brooks. Every Christmas and summer I was greeted by the half smiles of John, Paul, George and Ringo. And when I moved back to Lethbridge to attend University, I again left my posters hanging in my childhood room.
So when my parent decided to move in the winter of 2004, my Beatles posters needed to finally come down, seven years after they had first been put up. Because my family was moving with the bank, we would have professional movers come in pack and move our house. A few weeks before, we had gone through the house packing up the stuff we didn’t want in the moving van.
Again, I debated for a long time about whether or not I should take down my Beatles posters and bring them with me. But decided to have the movers pack them, after all, they were professionals and no doubt had special packaging to move such delicate items.
I didn’t think much about my posters until I came to my new/old room in Lethbridge ready to unpack my posters and bring some joy to my boring basement walls.
I wasn’t able to find the tube that I thought would hold my posters, so decided to unpack the rest of my boxes, thinking that my posters had mistakenly ended up in another room.
When I opened the first box, I noticed a familiar picture on top. It was one of my Beatles posters, folded, and in a box!
I hurried to unpack the rest of the box to find that all of my posters had been folded into small squares and placed in a box with the rest of my items. I unfolded my pictures to only find creases on my once pristine photos.
My emotions ran the gamut from angry to devastated and I tried to get as many of the creases out as I could. I was able to get the majority of creases out my posters by carefully ironing and starching my posters, but still, two of my posters (two of the oldest posters) didn’t come out well, and we had to say a sad good bye.
To this day, you can still see small crease marks on my posters, and I if I look at them long and hard enough, I still am devastated with the choice I made to let “professionals” handle them.
I have since moved three times with posters carefully in hand. I know time is coming, sooner than I am hoping for, that my Beatles posters will have to come down for good. But for right now, they will continue to be the first thing to be put up and the last thing to come down.
Come help us move on Saturday if you are looking for a good time!
Trying to keep it together, but undoubtedly failing miserably.
Please God Speed.
As Always,
Friday, May 23, 2008
But Then Again, I’m Not Surprised
So congratulate us. With only a week and a day to spare, Jenny and I have found a place to live. To be honest, I truly do think the angels were getting a little anxious that we still hadn’t found a place on our own, that they decided to lend a bit of help. How else do you explain my stroke of inspiration to check a random website for somewhere to live? And how else do you explain the fact that in a whole month, we were the first people to check the place out?
I must give all credit to Jenny, she was the one that did all the work, from setting up an appointment to take a look, making multiple semi-forceful calls to ensure that no one would steal the place from under us, to taking all of our information to the office.
All I did was click on a few links and print a couple of pages once I thought I had found what we needed. I am in charge of making sure that all of our mail gets to the new house and that our utilities are properly transferred, but really, that is just forms to fill out, and if I fail with that, I guess we will be living by flashlight for a while.
A big thank you to all of you for your housing assistance. From those of you who talked to everyone you knew, in search of an open house, to those who called us every time they passed a for rent sign while driving, to even those who offered their house, or notified us of shelters, should we not be able to find a place to live before the end of May.
If I have learned anything from this experience, it is, a house in the hand is worth two in the bush. Always have a place to move into before you decide to move. You are all welcome to join us at our house warming party in a few weeks, and anytime you want to come ride the creepy elevator, feel free.
Anyone want to help us move? Do you know where we could get a truck?
Are you not excited that it is Friday again. With our short workweek, I have been working harder and longer than I might had we been at the office on Monday. I will tell you that I am exhausted. Jenny and I have no real plans for the weekend yet, hoping to get a few non-essential items packed and perhaps squeeze a few games of ‘Trains’ in. To be honest, now that the weight of finding a house is off, I could careless what we do or don’t do.
Sorry, that really is all I have time for today, more on Monday. Thanks for all of your continued support. And a thank you to the angels for everything they have given me.
Wondering when we went back to cold.
As Always,
I must give all credit to Jenny, she was the one that did all the work, from setting up an appointment to take a look, making multiple semi-forceful calls to ensure that no one would steal the place from under us, to taking all of our information to the office.
All I did was click on a few links and print a couple of pages once I thought I had found what we needed. I am in charge of making sure that all of our mail gets to the new house and that our utilities are properly transferred, but really, that is just forms to fill out, and if I fail with that, I guess we will be living by flashlight for a while.
A big thank you to all of you for your housing assistance. From those of you who talked to everyone you knew, in search of an open house, to those who called us every time they passed a for rent sign while driving, to even those who offered their house, or notified us of shelters, should we not be able to find a place to live before the end of May.
If I have learned anything from this experience, it is, a house in the hand is worth two in the bush. Always have a place to move into before you decide to move. You are all welcome to join us at our house warming party in a few weeks, and anytime you want to come ride the creepy elevator, feel free.
Anyone want to help us move? Do you know where we could get a truck?
Are you not excited that it is Friday again. With our short workweek, I have been working harder and longer than I might had we been at the office on Monday. I will tell you that I am exhausted. Jenny and I have no real plans for the weekend yet, hoping to get a few non-essential items packed and perhaps squeeze a few games of ‘Trains’ in. To be honest, now that the weight of finding a house is off, I could careless what we do or don’t do.
Sorry, that really is all I have time for today, more on Monday. Thanks for all of your continued support. And a thank you to the angels for everything they have given me.
Wondering when we went back to cold.
As Always,
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Waiting On You
Jenny and I are hoping we did it. The place we went to look at last night was so funny that it is just perfect for me and Jenny. It is an older apartment building, two bedrooms, a dishwasher, a funny looking laundry room, a creepy elevator, literally one street over from my parent’s house and much, much too close the 7-11 that sells Jo-Jos (Jenny’s funny nickname for potato wedges), how could it not be perfect?
So we told the lady that showed us the apartment that we wanted to take it, and she gave us a number to call to express our interest. When Jenny called this morning, the person on the other end said that it was someone else that we would need to talk to and told Jenny that they would call her later. So now we play the waiting game, waiting to see if someone will actually call us back, and that someone will actually let us move into their house.
In this whole process, the common theme has been that no one ever calls us back. We leave message after message expressing interest in viewing a place to live, and no one ever calls us back. It makes Jenny and I wonder if these people are even serious about having someone rent their house. Jenny and I seriously don’t understand who wouldn’t want to rent to us! I don’t think you can get better tenants.
So please keep your fingers crossed that we will be able to rent this funny apartment. We don’t want to have to start the whole process over again. I will let you know how it all turns out.
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Wondering if you keep your promises.
So looking forward to the elevator!
As Always,
So we told the lady that showed us the apartment that we wanted to take it, and she gave us a number to call to express our interest. When Jenny called this morning, the person on the other end said that it was someone else that we would need to talk to and told Jenny that they would call her later. So now we play the waiting game, waiting to see if someone will actually call us back, and that someone will actually let us move into their house.
In this whole process, the common theme has been that no one ever calls us back. We leave message after message expressing interest in viewing a place to live, and no one ever calls us back. It makes Jenny and I wonder if these people are even serious about having someone rent their house. Jenny and I seriously don’t understand who wouldn’t want to rent to us! I don’t think you can get better tenants.
So please keep your fingers crossed that we will be able to rent this funny apartment. We don’t want to have to start the whole process over again. I will let you know how it all turns out.
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Wondering if you keep your promises.
So looking forward to the elevator!
As Always,
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Should Have Never Started
Welcome to my rainy feelings on this rainy day. Just wishing I could crawl back into bed.
Sorry about yesterday’s post. I did decide to mention my blog on my facebook profile and I wanted to give a brief rundown as to who I was, and what my blog was about. Sorry to those of you who had to figure that out on your own. According to my tracker (Yes, I know who is reading this.) there were 13 people yesterday that visited from facebook. Here’s hoping they will come back.
Can I just ask if it is Friday yet? Today marks the 10th day in a row of getting up early after going to bed much too late. I got no sleeping in done on the weekend; in fact I got up earlier than I would to come to work. I had every intention of going to bed somewhat early last night, but ending up staying up too late with Jenny discussing all of our current quandaries.
We are looking at another place tonight, and hoping that it works for us, as time is seriously running out to find a place to move. So please keep your fingers crossed that the place tonight turns out half good. Besides, I talked to the landlord on Sunday, and he has already found someone to rent our current house. (I think it is due to our excellent house staging on Saturday.) Thanks to all of those who have assisted us in our search. Do you want to come help us move?
The weekend is pretty blurry, I knew if I waited a day I would forget whatever we did or didn’t do, and maybe, honestly, that is for the best. I will tell you that we tried to put the Fantastic Four back together, and we were somewhat successful in recreating last summer’s fun. Here’s hoping that this summer picks up.
Although, right now I am too tired for elaborate summer plans. I am enjoying the low key evenings spent with those who already know all of my stories and all of my reactions.
I am not exactly sure when it happened, but I turned into an adult. My friends are planning elaborate road trips, late night parties and general summer nonsense, but my first thoughts when these ideas are suggested to me are about the money that will need to be spent, time away from the office, and just general mess that would have to be cleaned up.
Am I just lame, or it is time to be an adult? Will a good weekend of rest and relaxation make me fun again, or do I really care?
Looking forward to:
Another sunny day and bocce ball tournament
Keeping my fingers crossed:
That we can find somewhere amazing to live.
Thinking of:
A fantastic way to say goodbye to our house.
Wishing for:
Something, or nothing. I haven’t quite made up my mind yet.
Good Luck and God Speed.
As Always,
Sorry about yesterday’s post. I did decide to mention my blog on my facebook profile and I wanted to give a brief rundown as to who I was, and what my blog was about. Sorry to those of you who had to figure that out on your own. According to my tracker (Yes, I know who is reading this.) there were 13 people yesterday that visited from facebook. Here’s hoping they will come back.
Can I just ask if it is Friday yet? Today marks the 10th day in a row of getting up early after going to bed much too late. I got no sleeping in done on the weekend; in fact I got up earlier than I would to come to work. I had every intention of going to bed somewhat early last night, but ending up staying up too late with Jenny discussing all of our current quandaries.
We are looking at another place tonight, and hoping that it works for us, as time is seriously running out to find a place to move. So please keep your fingers crossed that the place tonight turns out half good. Besides, I talked to the landlord on Sunday, and he has already found someone to rent our current house. (I think it is due to our excellent house staging on Saturday.) Thanks to all of those who have assisted us in our search. Do you want to come help us move?
The weekend is pretty blurry, I knew if I waited a day I would forget whatever we did or didn’t do, and maybe, honestly, that is for the best. I will tell you that we tried to put the Fantastic Four back together, and we were somewhat successful in recreating last summer’s fun. Here’s hoping that this summer picks up.
Although, right now I am too tired for elaborate summer plans. I am enjoying the low key evenings spent with those who already know all of my stories and all of my reactions.
I am not exactly sure when it happened, but I turned into an adult. My friends are planning elaborate road trips, late night parties and general summer nonsense, but my first thoughts when these ideas are suggested to me are about the money that will need to be spent, time away from the office, and just general mess that would have to be cleaned up.
Am I just lame, or it is time to be an adult? Will a good weekend of rest and relaxation make me fun again, or do I really care?
Looking forward to:
Another sunny day and bocce ball tournament
Keeping my fingers crossed:
That we can find somewhere amazing to live.
Thinking of:
A fantastic way to say goodbye to our house.
Wishing for:
Something, or nothing. I haven’t quite made up my mind yet.
Good Luck and God Speed.
As Always,
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I've Been Dying To Tell You Anything You Want To Hear
Welcome to new readers far and wide. As a break from the normal weekend rundown and/or general whine that my blog usually is, I thought I would give you a tour of not only my blog, but of myself. Hope you enjoy, and come back often.
So let’s get the basics out of the way. Sorry to all of those who know me personally, maybe tomorrow will be a little more informative.
I’m Denise, 26 (too close to 27 for comfort), Legal Assistant, Gemini and single (for now at least).
Regular readers will recognize that that truly is an accurate description of myself, due to the fact that most of my entries talk about my insane fear of getting older, the awesome amounts of professionalism I display at the office, my quasi physic ability, or funny belief in horoscopes and fortune cookies, and the sad fact that as much as I try and as many plans and schemes I undertake, I am still single.
For reasons unknown, I really have fallen in love with blogging. Having written at least once a week since October 2005, most of my life over the past couple of years has been well documented. These days, evenings out, odd events and long conversations become blog discussions. My mind is always on the look out for the next post, and usually for the song lyric that will later become a blog title.
To be honest, I am not exactly sure when the blogging bug hit me. Never one to be very consistent with a normal pen and paper journal, I have really embraced my online journal that everyone can read. Call me an attention seeker, heaven knows I do.
Over the past three years I have lived with a slew of people and in a variety of houses, but right now, I am just living with Jenny. We are currently in the process of finding a new house that will fit us, all of our many, many clothes, our funny friends and lifestyle. However, sadly, we are running out of time to be so picky. As much as I am dreading moving, I am looking forward to a new fresh start.
I love The Beatles. I really can’t say that too much or too loudly. Who else do you know that at 26, still has Beatles posters lining their walls? I recently finished watching The Beatles Anthology documentary about The Beatles, for about the fifth or sixth time, and fell in love all over again. Please, if you haven’t really checked them out, or if it has been a while since you listened to them, give them another try. This isn’t a suggestion, but more of a demand.
I have a great family, crazy friends and truly everything I need and most of what I want. Despite what I sometimes write, things for the most part really are good.
I quickly scanned all 333 posts and have picked out some of the better posts to whet your appetite. Enjoy!
February 27, 2006
November 24, 2006
February 6, 2007
February 14, 2007
May 2, 2007
August 16, 2007
Thanks for stopping by, hang around for a while, leave a comment or two and please come back soon.
As Always,
So let’s get the basics out of the way. Sorry to all of those who know me personally, maybe tomorrow will be a little more informative.
I’m Denise, 26 (too close to 27 for comfort), Legal Assistant, Gemini and single (for now at least).
Regular readers will recognize that that truly is an accurate description of myself, due to the fact that most of my entries talk about my insane fear of getting older, the awesome amounts of professionalism I display at the office, my quasi physic ability, or funny belief in horoscopes and fortune cookies, and the sad fact that as much as I try and as many plans and schemes I undertake, I am still single.
For reasons unknown, I really have fallen in love with blogging. Having written at least once a week since October 2005, most of my life over the past couple of years has been well documented. These days, evenings out, odd events and long conversations become blog discussions. My mind is always on the look out for the next post, and usually for the song lyric that will later become a blog title.
To be honest, I am not exactly sure when the blogging bug hit me. Never one to be very consistent with a normal pen and paper journal, I have really embraced my online journal that everyone can read. Call me an attention seeker, heaven knows I do.
Over the past three years I have lived with a slew of people and in a variety of houses, but right now, I am just living with Jenny. We are currently in the process of finding a new house that will fit us, all of our many, many clothes, our funny friends and lifestyle. However, sadly, we are running out of time to be so picky. As much as I am dreading moving, I am looking forward to a new fresh start.
I love The Beatles. I really can’t say that too much or too loudly. Who else do you know that at 26, still has Beatles posters lining their walls? I recently finished watching The Beatles Anthology documentary about The Beatles, for about the fifth or sixth time, and fell in love all over again. Please, if you haven’t really checked them out, or if it has been a while since you listened to them, give them another try. This isn’t a suggestion, but more of a demand.
I have a great family, crazy friends and truly everything I need and most of what I want. Despite what I sometimes write, things for the most part really are good.
I quickly scanned all 333 posts and have picked out some of the better posts to whet your appetite. Enjoy!
February 27, 2006
November 24, 2006
February 6, 2007
February 14, 2007
May 2, 2007
August 16, 2007
Thanks for stopping by, hang around for a while, leave a comment or two and please come back soon.
As Always,
Friday, May 16, 2008
Getting Nothing But Wishing For More
The universe gave me a wonderful surprise last night, and brought my dear Jenny home earlier than I was expecting. Poor jet-lagged Jenny has had to suffer through my excitement of her return, all without falling asleep.
The last ten days were okay. Proof that I could live alone if I wanted, I just choose not to. Thanks to everyone who made sure I wasn’t a shut in and to those who invited me out (even if it was to a surprise date) and fed me. I managed to survive, and the loneliness was only minimal.
Oh. My. Good. Heavens. We did it. After a long week of insanity, from everyone and everything, it is finally Friday, and the first long weekend of the summer. I have no definitive plans, but it is just good to know that we only have to suffer through four days next week.
There are a lot of blogs that I read regularly. Yesterday, one of my favourites, and often updated, brought up a good point. Read the post here.
I have been toying with the idea of posting a link to my blog on my facebook page. Sure this might not be a big deal, after all how many people are really reading my profile, but Jenny and I have been incredibly surprised with the response and increased traffic to Jenny’s blog after she casually mentioned it on her facebook profile.
So should I allow everyone from relatives to old high friends enjoy the ramblings of my life, both the good and the bad? After all as the blog that inspired this post says:
Naturally. I've been writing this site for six years come July and it's as much a part of me as where I live or my phone number. Only, more so, because unlike my zip code, it doesn't change every few years
Or is this a privilege just reserved for a select few?
The other blog carries on:
And lately, I've been wondering more and more if having a public life doesn't present a very real threat to my private one.
Tell me what you think.
The last ten days were okay. Proof that I could live alone if I wanted, I just choose not to. Thanks to everyone who made sure I wasn’t a shut in and to those who invited me out (even if it was to a surprise date) and fed me. I managed to survive, and the loneliness was only minimal.
Oh. My. Good. Heavens. We did it. After a long week of insanity, from everyone and everything, it is finally Friday, and the first long weekend of the summer. I have no definitive plans, but it is just good to know that we only have to suffer through four days next week.
There are a lot of blogs that I read regularly. Yesterday, one of my favourites, and often updated, brought up a good point. Read the post here.
I have been toying with the idea of posting a link to my blog on my facebook page. Sure this might not be a big deal, after all how many people are really reading my profile, but Jenny and I have been incredibly surprised with the response and increased traffic to Jenny’s blog after she casually mentioned it on her facebook profile.
So should I allow everyone from relatives to old high friends enjoy the ramblings of my life, both the good and the bad? After all as the blog that inspired this post says:
Naturally. I've been writing this site for six years come July and it's as much a part of me as where I live or my phone number. Only, more so, because unlike my zip code, it doesn't change every few years
Or is this a privilege just reserved for a select few?
The other blog carries on:
And lately, I've been wondering more and more if having a public life doesn't present a very real threat to my private one.
Tell me what you think.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Everything Is Black When I Close My Eyes
Somebody better get insurance to take good care of me.
Cause if I’m stuck with my own bad luck,
Well that’s the saddest sight you’ll see.
Sloan might know me better than anyone else does. Here is yesterday’s saga of a story:
Short of the end of the day, lunch is my favourite part of the day. I am the only person at the office who goes home for lunch, and so when I got to my car to drive home yesterday at lunch, I noticed that one of my tires was low.
Being the amazing girl I am, complete with my own tire gauge, I headed to fill up my tire to the perfect 32 PSI. A few kilometers down the road my car started to shake uncontrollably, I pulled over in the nearest parking lot and notice my once round tire was flat. But again, a woman of many talents like myself, I pulled out my jack and spare tire, and began the process of changing my tire, looking more than professional, and my hair perfectly coiffed.
However, the process stopped soon after I got the car jacked up, as I could not loosen the bolts that held my tire. I tried and tried, but to no avail. Many people passed me during my attempts, people who looked strong enough, or had better tools to help me, but despite being in a busy parking lot with quite a few people, no one stopped. Two old ladies, one with a walker, asked me if they could help, but I just thanked them for their kindness and sent them on their way.
That is when I decided to call AMA for help. My five-minute phone call resulted in an hour wait for help to arrive. I called the office to tell them of my predicament and that I would be late coming back from lunch and they were all horrified. How I could be so brave in the face of such danger was beyond all of them.
When the AMA guy finally arrived, it was a two minute job to put the spare on my car. In my defense, the driver did admit that even he had trouble getting the bolts off the tire. I thanked the driver, and headed back to the office, a little more greased stained than I had left.
The ladies were concerned and rushed to the windows to see the small replacement adorning my car, talking up my bravery the rest of the day.
The story doesn’t necessarily end there. Regular readers will realize that this isn’t the first tire trouble that I have, but rather the 3rd in the past year, or so. Our local Wal-Mart does an excellent job of repairing or replacing the tire at a relatively low cost. The service has always been courteous and efficient.
So, I headed off to Wal-Mart to have my tire repaired. But somehow my efficient and knowledgeable service crew had been replaced with a bevy of confused personnel. After quite the production to even have my car looked at, it took another two and half hours to have tire replaced. (And let me tell you, even the Super Wal-Mart gets boring after an hour.)
Finally, my car was finished, but not before more billing bewilderment and me remembering why I hated Wal-Mart.
Everything seems okay now. My new intensely black tire seemed just fine when I drove it to work this morning. I am hoping that my bad luck has stopped, for now at least.
Here’s hoping Jenny brought back a four-leaf clover for me.
Looking forward to a long weekend
Thanking my parents for their assistance.
Finally getting paid.
Good Luck to us all. God bless us, everyone.
As Always,
Cause if I’m stuck with my own bad luck,
Well that’s the saddest sight you’ll see.
Sloan might know me better than anyone else does. Here is yesterday’s saga of a story:
Short of the end of the day, lunch is my favourite part of the day. I am the only person at the office who goes home for lunch, and so when I got to my car to drive home yesterday at lunch, I noticed that one of my tires was low.
Being the amazing girl I am, complete with my own tire gauge, I headed to fill up my tire to the perfect 32 PSI. A few kilometers down the road my car started to shake uncontrollably, I pulled over in the nearest parking lot and notice my once round tire was flat. But again, a woman of many talents like myself, I pulled out my jack and spare tire, and began the process of changing my tire, looking more than professional, and my hair perfectly coiffed.
However, the process stopped soon after I got the car jacked up, as I could not loosen the bolts that held my tire. I tried and tried, but to no avail. Many people passed me during my attempts, people who looked strong enough, or had better tools to help me, but despite being in a busy parking lot with quite a few people, no one stopped. Two old ladies, one with a walker, asked me if they could help, but I just thanked them for their kindness and sent them on their way.
That is when I decided to call AMA for help. My five-minute phone call resulted in an hour wait for help to arrive. I called the office to tell them of my predicament and that I would be late coming back from lunch and they were all horrified. How I could be so brave in the face of such danger was beyond all of them.
When the AMA guy finally arrived, it was a two minute job to put the spare on my car. In my defense, the driver did admit that even he had trouble getting the bolts off the tire. I thanked the driver, and headed back to the office, a little more greased stained than I had left.
The ladies were concerned and rushed to the windows to see the small replacement adorning my car, talking up my bravery the rest of the day.
The story doesn’t necessarily end there. Regular readers will realize that this isn’t the first tire trouble that I have, but rather the 3rd in the past year, or so. Our local Wal-Mart does an excellent job of repairing or replacing the tire at a relatively low cost. The service has always been courteous and efficient.
So, I headed off to Wal-Mart to have my tire repaired. But somehow my efficient and knowledgeable service crew had been replaced with a bevy of confused personnel. After quite the production to even have my car looked at, it took another two and half hours to have tire replaced. (And let me tell you, even the Super Wal-Mart gets boring after an hour.)
Finally, my car was finished, but not before more billing bewilderment and me remembering why I hated Wal-Mart.
Everything seems okay now. My new intensely black tire seemed just fine when I drove it to work this morning. I am hoping that my bad luck has stopped, for now at least.
Here’s hoping Jenny brought back a four-leaf clover for me.
Looking forward to a long weekend
Thanking my parents for their assistance.
Finally getting paid.
Good Luck to us all. God bless us, everyone.
As Always,
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I Waited, Really I Did
So, Wordless Wednesday. It is a real thing, not just my thing. So I thought I would give it a try, for this week at least.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Discontinuance Of Action
So last night I decided to attend FHE. I have been skipping out recently, but with no other plans, I thought maybe I could get a funny story or two out of the night.
We went to the Bishop’s house and had to introduce the person sitting next to us. When it came time for the relative stranger to introduce me, he said, “I don’t know very much about her. I know her name is Denise, and she is so beautiful, she must be from Heaven.”
Now, I know a line when I hear it, so I just laughed and didn’t put much stock into this fake compliment.
This post has been going around blogs for a while, like those email surveys we use to send each other back in High School, but Mandy tagged me in her post, and not to disappoint, here are the answers to her questions. Enjoy. Take some of the questions if you are stumped for a new post for your blog.
1. Do you like blue cheese? Unlike Braden, Travis and Jenny, I don’t have any definitive thoughts on the subject. Although, when someone does mention blue cheese, I smile to myself and think about my emphatic friends.
2. Have you ever smoked? No. Have you?
3. Do you own a gun? I am socialist; do you think I believe in guns?
4. What flavor Kool Aid is your favorite? Anything but the “piney” juice. At one point in time, the Tropical flavour tasted like you licked a pine shaped car air freshener.
My mom stopped buying Kool Aid for us after we complained too many times.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? Of course, because by the time I decide to go to the doctor, I usually have myself convinced that I only days to live.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Invention of the angels.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? I think I dislike Christmas movies more than I dislike Christmas.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Whatever is on hand, usually some sugary concoction.
9. Can you do push ups? No. I don’t see how being able to do a push up is a marketable skill.
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I don’t really wear jewelry. But if you gave me some, I might wear it.
11. Favorite hobby? Blogging, although I think of it as more than a hobby. More a necessity like breathing.
12. Do you have A.D.D.? No. But my boss sure does.
13. What's your weight? N/A
14. Middle name? I think my parents are still trying to come up with one.
15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
Jenny is probably right.
Is it lunch already?
I need to call tonight to make an appointment to look at a house.
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Berry Five Alive, Apple Juice (Low Acid, of course.), Chocolate milk.
17. Current worry? I will have to live in a box at the end of the month.
18. Current hate right now? The idea of packing.
19. Favorite place to be? Weekday Eve or Mocha Cabana
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Fighting with my mom. (Sorry.)
21. Where would you like to go? Home, to go back to bed.
22. Do you own slippers? Yup, but where they are right now, I really don’t know.
23. What color shirt are you wearing right now? Black. Are you shocked?
24. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I don’t know, but I have a feeling I would slide right out of bed.
25. Can you whistle? Yes, but not as good as I can snap.
26. Favorite color? Black, Blue
27. Would you be a pirate? No, but I would be someone who sold limes so that the pirates wouldn’t get scurvy.
28. What songs do you sing in the shower? Whatever I have playing from my ipod. There is a reason the ipod player has a semi permanent home in our bathroom.
29. Favorite Girl's Name? Lauren (But now doesn’t that just make you think of The Hills?)
30. Favorite boy's name? Jack
31. What's in your pocket right now? I don’t even have any pockets in my pants. But usually my car keys are in my pocket.
32. Last thing that made you laugh? See FHE story above.
33. Best bed sheets as a child? I wasn’t luck enough to have My Little Pony or Alf sheets.
34. Worst injury you've ever had? It involves carrot sticks, my grade four social teacher and a lot of blood.
35. Do you love where you live? No, it is time to get out.
36. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3. I think Jenny has one in her room, but we really only watch one.
37. Who is your loudest friend? I don’t think of that as much of a compliment. My friends and I can get pretty loud on occasion, but I don’t think one person is generally louder than the next.
38. How many dogs do you have? None. Although I soon will be an aunt to a dog.
39. Does someone have a crush on you? One can only pray.
40. What is your favorite book? It isn’t War and Peace, but I love Confessions of a Shopaholic.
41 What is your favorite candy? Hershey Kisses.
42 Favorite Sports Team? Which ever of the teams is either, wearing orange or has the most obnoxious name/mascot.
43 What song do you want played at your funeral? I have no plans of dying, but should I (knock on wood.), “In My Life” The Beatles.
We went to the Bishop’s house and had to introduce the person sitting next to us. When it came time for the relative stranger to introduce me, he said, “I don’t know very much about her. I know her name is Denise, and she is so beautiful, she must be from Heaven.”
Now, I know a line when I hear it, so I just laughed and didn’t put much stock into this fake compliment.
This post has been going around blogs for a while, like those email surveys we use to send each other back in High School, but Mandy tagged me in her post, and not to disappoint, here are the answers to her questions. Enjoy. Take some of the questions if you are stumped for a new post for your blog.
1. Do you like blue cheese? Unlike Braden, Travis and Jenny, I don’t have any definitive thoughts on the subject. Although, when someone does mention blue cheese, I smile to myself and think about my emphatic friends.
2. Have you ever smoked? No. Have you?
3. Do you own a gun? I am socialist; do you think I believe in guns?
4. What flavor Kool Aid is your favorite? Anything but the “piney” juice. At one point in time, the Tropical flavour tasted like you licked a pine shaped car air freshener.
My mom stopped buying Kool Aid for us after we complained too many times.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? Of course, because by the time I decide to go to the doctor, I usually have myself convinced that I only days to live.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Invention of the angels.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? I think I dislike Christmas movies more than I dislike Christmas.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Whatever is on hand, usually some sugary concoction.
9. Can you do push ups? No. I don’t see how being able to do a push up is a marketable skill.
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I don’t really wear jewelry. But if you gave me some, I might wear it.
11. Favorite hobby? Blogging, although I think of it as more than a hobby. More a necessity like breathing.
12. Do you have A.D.D.? No. But my boss sure does.
13. What's your weight? N/A
14. Middle name? I think my parents are still trying to come up with one.
15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
Jenny is probably right.
Is it lunch already?
I need to call tonight to make an appointment to look at a house.
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Berry Five Alive, Apple Juice (Low Acid, of course.), Chocolate milk.
17. Current worry? I will have to live in a box at the end of the month.
18. Current hate right now? The idea of packing.
19. Favorite place to be? Weekday Eve or Mocha Cabana
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Fighting with my mom. (Sorry.)
21. Where would you like to go? Home, to go back to bed.
22. Do you own slippers? Yup, but where they are right now, I really don’t know.
23. What color shirt are you wearing right now? Black. Are you shocked?
24. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I don’t know, but I have a feeling I would slide right out of bed.
25. Can you whistle? Yes, but not as good as I can snap.
26. Favorite color? Black, Blue
27. Would you be a pirate? No, but I would be someone who sold limes so that the pirates wouldn’t get scurvy.
28. What songs do you sing in the shower? Whatever I have playing from my ipod. There is a reason the ipod player has a semi permanent home in our bathroom.
29. Favorite Girl's Name? Lauren (But now doesn’t that just make you think of The Hills?)
30. Favorite boy's name? Jack
31. What's in your pocket right now? I don’t even have any pockets in my pants. But usually my car keys are in my pocket.
32. Last thing that made you laugh? See FHE story above.
33. Best bed sheets as a child? I wasn’t luck enough to have My Little Pony or Alf sheets.
34. Worst injury you've ever had? It involves carrot sticks, my grade four social teacher and a lot of blood.
35. Do you love where you live? No, it is time to get out.
36. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3. I think Jenny has one in her room, but we really only watch one.
37. Who is your loudest friend? I don’t think of that as much of a compliment. My friends and I can get pretty loud on occasion, but I don’t think one person is generally louder than the next.
38. How many dogs do you have? None. Although I soon will be an aunt to a dog.
39. Does someone have a crush on you? One can only pray.
40. What is your favorite book? It isn’t War and Peace, but I love Confessions of a Shopaholic.
41 What is your favorite candy? Hershey Kisses.
42 Favorite Sports Team? Which ever of the teams is either, wearing orange or has the most obnoxious name/mascot.
43 What song do you want played at your funeral? I have no plans of dying, but should I (knock on wood.), “In My Life” The Beatles.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Blurring The Lines Between Right And Wrong
Whoops. It is a good thing that I get 90% ready for work before I go to bed every night, because, I slept in this morning. It was 10:00 before I got to the office, and that was only after someone at the office had called my mom questioning my whereabouts. (Yes, I do feel lame, so much for being an adult.) No one is overly upset, but the ladies have been teasing me about morning sickness. (Yes, jokes never die around here.) And with the straight hair that I have only out of necessity, everyone has commented on my long hair and subsequent need for a haircut. Here’s hoping that tomorrow will be better, and that everyone will have forgotten this by the end of the day. I’m not holding my breath.
So Friday night after attending a bonfire where I was by far the shortest person in attendance, and trying to win an overly complex board game, I hopped in my car to go home only to realize that I would barely had enough gas to get home. I drove almost the whole length of the city, (praying the whole time that I wouldn’t run out of gas) looking for a gas station that was still open. I passed five before; at the very end of the street, I finally found one that was still open.
I pulled up to the pump where a giant sign informed me that I needed to prepay for my gas so late at night. I ran inside to buy my gas and was greeted by five other people waiting to purchase goods and buy gas.
The attendant was on the phone, obviously making a personal call, and was helping no one until he was finished with his chat. So for ten minutes we waited, very patiently, I might add, for this person to finish. When finally my turn came to purchase my gas, I handed my cash to the employee explaining I was wanting to prepay for my gas. The guy just looked at me and said, “Okay, but usually people pay for gas after they get it.” I walked out, quickly filling up my car, wondering how I was the one who now looked stupid, after his unprofessional behaviour.
Is it just me, or has customer service become no longer about the customer and definitely not about providing a service?
A couple of weeks ago, Jenny and I went to Zellers. After waiting in line for quite a while (due to the fact that there was only one cashier available.) We watched as the clerk silently scanned our items and placed them in a bag. When all of our items were through and the total of our purchases came up, the cashier said nothing, and just stared at us to fork over the money due. We weren’t looking for an elaborate speech or discourse, but just some audible acknowledgement that we were making a purchase.
I am a huge fan of self checkout, and most of the stores where it is available; I am first in line to use it. I saw a story on the news about ten years ago talking about the future of grocery stores and caught the first glimpses of a self checkout machine, and I have been intrigued ever since.
I understand with our self serve, self checkout, pay at the pump days in which we now live, cashiers and attendants are becoming relics, but should we not expect good service when we do require your assistance?
I did manage to clean the house, and take the ten bags of garbage we had on our porch to the back alley. It was only when I returned that I found the note one of our caring neighbors had left in our mailbox asking us to help keep the back alley clean.
Now on to tackling my room. Sadly, moving day will be here before we know it. (That is, if we can find a house! I am running out of faith.)
I'm trying to keep the ground on my feet.
It seems the world's falling down around me.
Good luck to us all. And please, please God speed. Come home soon Jenny.
As Always,
So Friday night after attending a bonfire where I was by far the shortest person in attendance, and trying to win an overly complex board game, I hopped in my car to go home only to realize that I would barely had enough gas to get home. I drove almost the whole length of the city, (praying the whole time that I wouldn’t run out of gas) looking for a gas station that was still open. I passed five before; at the very end of the street, I finally found one that was still open.
I pulled up to the pump where a giant sign informed me that I needed to prepay for my gas so late at night. I ran inside to buy my gas and was greeted by five other people waiting to purchase goods and buy gas.
The attendant was on the phone, obviously making a personal call, and was helping no one until he was finished with his chat. So for ten minutes we waited, very patiently, I might add, for this person to finish. When finally my turn came to purchase my gas, I handed my cash to the employee explaining I was wanting to prepay for my gas. The guy just looked at me and said, “Okay, but usually people pay for gas after they get it.” I walked out, quickly filling up my car, wondering how I was the one who now looked stupid, after his unprofessional behaviour.
Is it just me, or has customer service become no longer about the customer and definitely not about providing a service?
A couple of weeks ago, Jenny and I went to Zellers. After waiting in line for quite a while (due to the fact that there was only one cashier available.) We watched as the clerk silently scanned our items and placed them in a bag. When all of our items were through and the total of our purchases came up, the cashier said nothing, and just stared at us to fork over the money due. We weren’t looking for an elaborate speech or discourse, but just some audible acknowledgement that we were making a purchase.
I am a huge fan of self checkout, and most of the stores where it is available; I am first in line to use it. I saw a story on the news about ten years ago talking about the future of grocery stores and caught the first glimpses of a self checkout machine, and I have been intrigued ever since.
I understand with our self serve, self checkout, pay at the pump days in which we now live, cashiers and attendants are becoming relics, but should we not expect good service when we do require your assistance?
I did manage to clean the house, and take the ten bags of garbage we had on our porch to the back alley. It was only when I returned that I found the note one of our caring neighbors had left in our mailbox asking us to help keep the back alley clean.
Now on to tackling my room. Sadly, moving day will be here before we know it. (That is, if we can find a house! I am running out of faith.)
I'm trying to keep the ground on my feet.
It seems the world's falling down around me.
Good luck to us all. And please, please God speed. Come home soon Jenny.
As Always,
Friday, May 09, 2008
Calm Contemplation
Can I tell you just how excited I am for the weekend? It is not that I have elaborate plans or even mundane tasks to complete; it has just been a long week. I realized that it has only been a short five days since the Sarah Slean concert, and Jenny only left me a mere 48 hours ago, but then again I have been counting down to the weekend since last Friday.
So, do you all want to know what I am doing while Jenny is gone? The answer is nothing. More accurately, sleeping. I have realized with Jenny not available to keep me awake after my long day at work, I fall asleep within minutes of arriving home. I don’t intend to fall asleep, but the next thing I know, I am waking up two or three hours later. My early evening nap has really put a wrench in my normal sleeping patterns, as I am now up much to late, resulting in me very reluctantly crawling out of bed every morning, only to count the hours left of work until my sunset snooze.
Our coffee table still a mess with candy wrappers, remnants of late night snacks, a plethora of sticky goblets, and even the stray piece of popcorn. At work, I think about going home to clean up the disaster that we left our house in before Monday’s concert excursion, but I seem to fall asleep before any cleaning is completed.
Today’s modus operandi is to keep busy after work, preventing any real opportunity to rest. After all, I have no plans for tomorrow, and no real intentions of getting bed until long after the morning has left. To be honest, I am just grateful for the rainy weather to prevent me from feeling guilty about sleeping so long.
I realized today is one month until my horrendous 27th birthday. I will be officially be in my late twenties and much too close to thirty for my comfort. I read both last year’s, as well as 2006’s rants about turning another year older, and I seriously would give anything to be back at 25 or even turning 26. But I guess we all have to get old, I just never thought it would happen to me. Just know that I am refusing to turn 28.
So, now the question is, what do I want to do with my last month of being 26?
Have a good weekend, no matter where you are, or what you are doing.
Good luck. Hoping tonight goes better than planned.
As Always,
So, do you all want to know what I am doing while Jenny is gone? The answer is nothing. More accurately, sleeping. I have realized with Jenny not available to keep me awake after my long day at work, I fall asleep within minutes of arriving home. I don’t intend to fall asleep, but the next thing I know, I am waking up two or three hours later. My early evening nap has really put a wrench in my normal sleeping patterns, as I am now up much to late, resulting in me very reluctantly crawling out of bed every morning, only to count the hours left of work until my sunset snooze.
Our coffee table still a mess with candy wrappers, remnants of late night snacks, a plethora of sticky goblets, and even the stray piece of popcorn. At work, I think about going home to clean up the disaster that we left our house in before Monday’s concert excursion, but I seem to fall asleep before any cleaning is completed.
Today’s modus operandi is to keep busy after work, preventing any real opportunity to rest. After all, I have no plans for tomorrow, and no real intentions of getting bed until long after the morning has left. To be honest, I am just grateful for the rainy weather to prevent me from feeling guilty about sleeping so long.
I realized today is one month until my horrendous 27th birthday. I will be officially be in my late twenties and much too close to thirty for my comfort. I read both last year’s, as well as 2006’s rants about turning another year older, and I seriously would give anything to be back at 25 or even turning 26. But I guess we all have to get old, I just never thought it would happen to me. Just know that I am refusing to turn 28.
So, now the question is, what do I want to do with my last month of being 26?
Have a good weekend, no matter where you are, or what you are doing.
Good luck. Hoping tonight goes better than planned.
As Always,
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Seeing Everything More Clearly
Another day, another entry. Just trying to keep you up to date on all of my comings and goings.
Yesterday I got the privilege of going to the optometrist. I only call it a privilege because my appointment cost $70.00! Why I didn’t just take that money and get a haircut, I don’t know, but I have been thinking for a while that I should get my eyes checked as it had been a while (5+ years) since I last got them looked at.
Now for all of you who have been to the optometrist understand the extreme pressure that is put on you during your eye examination. I am always somewhat paranoid that I will fail the exam and end up with incredibly thick lenses. Yesterday was no different.
I am beginning to think that I suffer from a weird form of dyslexia. I fully recognized each and every letter that I was asked to read, however, at the last minute my brain thought it was obviously funny to send a message to my mouth to say another letter. So even though I knew it was a ‘C’, my mouth just said ‘X’. (They don’t even sound or look alike!) Although I was wearing my most professional outfit of the week, and the optometrist and I had just discussed my professional job, I still came out looking stupid. I quickly corrected myself with the letter misstep, but this not so funny joke happened another two times!
So once the examination was finished, and I had chosen between all the different lenses, the optometrist announced that my eyes really hadn’t changed much, and the decision to get new glasses was totally optional. But this is the part where I really think something went wrong.
The doctor flipped through a few dials, and showed me what my current prescription was. It was completely burry. With a few more flips he then showed what my new prescription would look like, and I could finally see again. The doctor commented, “So you don’t really need to get new glasses. As you can see the change between your current prescription and new prescription really is minimal.” I didn’t say anything about the drastic change in vision.
I thanked the doctor, picked up my prescription and went on my way, thinking that maybe the angles had known about my poor vision and has inspired the whole trip.
With my return home tonight, I really will be alone, as Jenny is leaving for the future this afternoon. What am I going to do alone, I am not sure. Last time my roommates left me for another city, I was sick and the Spin the Bottle party I had organized sadly was cancelled. (In reality, I had only threatened to organize that party.)
Good luck with your day. Stay out of trouble, and don’t take any wooden nickels.
As Always,
Yesterday I got the privilege of going to the optometrist. I only call it a privilege because my appointment cost $70.00! Why I didn’t just take that money and get a haircut, I don’t know, but I have been thinking for a while that I should get my eyes checked as it had been a while (5+ years) since I last got them looked at.
Now for all of you who have been to the optometrist understand the extreme pressure that is put on you during your eye examination. I am always somewhat paranoid that I will fail the exam and end up with incredibly thick lenses. Yesterday was no different.
I am beginning to think that I suffer from a weird form of dyslexia. I fully recognized each and every letter that I was asked to read, however, at the last minute my brain thought it was obviously funny to send a message to my mouth to say another letter. So even though I knew it was a ‘C’, my mouth just said ‘X’. (They don’t even sound or look alike!) Although I was wearing my most professional outfit of the week, and the optometrist and I had just discussed my professional job, I still came out looking stupid. I quickly corrected myself with the letter misstep, but this not so funny joke happened another two times!
So once the examination was finished, and I had chosen between all the different lenses, the optometrist announced that my eyes really hadn’t changed much, and the decision to get new glasses was totally optional. But this is the part where I really think something went wrong.
The doctor flipped through a few dials, and showed me what my current prescription was. It was completely burry. With a few more flips he then showed what my new prescription would look like, and I could finally see again. The doctor commented, “So you don’t really need to get new glasses. As you can see the change between your current prescription and new prescription really is minimal.” I didn’t say anything about the drastic change in vision.
I thanked the doctor, picked up my prescription and went on my way, thinking that maybe the angles had known about my poor vision and has inspired the whole trip.
With my return home tonight, I really will be alone, as Jenny is leaving for the future this afternoon. What am I going to do alone, I am not sure. Last time my roommates left me for another city, I was sick and the Spin the Bottle party I had organized sadly was cancelled. (In reality, I had only threatened to organize that party.)
Good luck with your day. Stay out of trouble, and don’t take any wooden nickels.
As Always,
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Could It Be That I Am Following This Revelry?
Hey it’s Tuesday! Do you know what that means? (I don’t either, just thought you would have an idea.)
I keep forgetting to mention that Mary moved out on Saturday. Mostly because I really don’t think it is real. I keep waiting every night for Mary to come home and tell us all of the tales of horror from her day, but she never comes. Reality sinks in when I look down the hall to find her empty room. I guess I have never lived in just a Bert and Ernie situation, where there are just two of us. With Jenny leaving for Ireland tomorrow, I will be alone for the next ten days, and I thought I was lonely already.
Okay, so let’s move on to the concert. We decided that if 2008 was anything, it would be the Year of the Concerts. So we attended our third concert of the year last night, Sarah Slean. Jenny has been an avid fan for a while, and has slowly introduced me to her music. But with every new song, Jenny adamantly swore Sarah Slean was amazing live, and the CD really couldn’t do justice to a live show. And like so many other things, Jenny was right about the live show as well.
Only knowing a handful of songs, the whole show was a new experience, but her energy, theatrics, and enthusiasm for her music made each song better than the last. I am just grateful she played one addition to my 2008 yearly review CD, No Place At All and of course, a favourite of all of us girls, in Looking For Someone. (I still think I should try and set her up with Peter Katz)
Read Laura’s review here. Keep your eyes open for Jenny’s assessment.
Thanks to Jenny for making the trip possible. Great job on getting us there in record time, even with a small detour. But at least we know where Moe’s Liquor Store #2 is, should we ever need to find it again. (I wonder where his #1 store is though.)
Thankful for all that I have but don’t deserve.
As Always,
I keep forgetting to mention that Mary moved out on Saturday. Mostly because I really don’t think it is real. I keep waiting every night for Mary to come home and tell us all of the tales of horror from her day, but she never comes. Reality sinks in when I look down the hall to find her empty room. I guess I have never lived in just a Bert and Ernie situation, where there are just two of us. With Jenny leaving for Ireland tomorrow, I will be alone for the next ten days, and I thought I was lonely already.
Okay, so let’s move on to the concert. We decided that if 2008 was anything, it would be the Year of the Concerts. So we attended our third concert of the year last night, Sarah Slean. Jenny has been an avid fan for a while, and has slowly introduced me to her music. But with every new song, Jenny adamantly swore Sarah Slean was amazing live, and the CD really couldn’t do justice to a live show. And like so many other things, Jenny was right about the live show as well.
Only knowing a handful of songs, the whole show was a new experience, but her energy, theatrics, and enthusiasm for her music made each song better than the last. I am just grateful she played one addition to my 2008 yearly review CD, No Place At All and of course, a favourite of all of us girls, in Looking For Someone. (I still think I should try and set her up with Peter Katz)
Read Laura’s review here. Keep your eyes open for Jenny’s assessment.
Thanks to Jenny for making the trip possible. Great job on getting us there in record time, even with a small detour. But at least we know where Moe’s Liquor Store #2 is, should we ever need to find it again. (I wonder where his #1 store is though.)
Thankful for all that I have but don’t deserve.
As Always,
Monday, May 05, 2008
“The Man With The Mustache Knows What He Is Doing”
Considering it is Monday, things are not going overly bad. I could be feeling that way partly because I am subsisting on highly sugared pastry and Mountain Dew (breakfast of champions, I know.) I really am looking forward to the sugar crash this afternoon.
My office is in true shock this morning; I came in almost cheery, garbed in something other than black, with my straight hair precariously pulled into a low-slung ponytail, as always the consummate professional.
The rest of the office has taken advantage of the nice weather and has opted for shorts and flip-flops for their business appropriate day. Maybe I am a bit too hard on my office and the dress code that I try and enforce, but I am not sure that I want my lawyer to wear shorts. But then again, I am one never to be found in shorts anyways, even on those 40+ days. No one wants to see my ghostly white legs, and all of the veins that run the length, least of all me.
The weekend went by too quickly, but was fun while it lasted. We all went out for Jenny’s birthday on Friday night, and hit up Dionysios, the local Greek restaurant. Not knowing whether to impressed or afraid, the whole, and I mean whole restaurant is covered with knick-knacks, chotchies, ornaments and stuff. From ceiling to floor, there is not one inch of space that is bare.
The guitar player behind us played obscure Beatles songs all night (Much to my excitement.) and then announced that there was a birthday. We all got ready to sing Happy Birthday to our dear Jenny, when it turns out the song was not intended for our party, but some other birthday celebrators.
It definitely was a funny restaurant, but the food was good, and it was different from our regular stopping grounds.
Sunday, after an amusing Break the Fast, and introducing myself to a guy that Jenny lovingly referred to as Skelator, we organized another bocce ball game. Our plan is to have a major tournament sometime this summer. I definitely need to practice up on my long game, but we all seem to have fun regardless who wins and who loses. Proof that when young athletes compete, there are no losers.
This week starts the beginning our “summer” hours wherein we have to/get to work an extra half an hour everyday (when I am not working until 5:00 anyways.), although on our early day we leave at 1:30 instead of 3:30. Anyone who has waited for me to finish work on the early day understands that actually leaving this place early is more of a pipedream than reality. Although this morning, after explaining our Sarah Slean concert in Calgary this evening and early day routine to RDP, I am fully prepared to punch anyone in the throat that tries to make me work late.
Looking forward to the concert tonight.
Missing Jenny already. Bon Voyage! Be safe!
Blaming the geese for all of the trouble we are about to get into.
Please, God Speed.
As Always,
My office is in true shock this morning; I came in almost cheery, garbed in something other than black, with my straight hair precariously pulled into a low-slung ponytail, as always the consummate professional.
The rest of the office has taken advantage of the nice weather and has opted for shorts and flip-flops for their business appropriate day. Maybe I am a bit too hard on my office and the dress code that I try and enforce, but I am not sure that I want my lawyer to wear shorts. But then again, I am one never to be found in shorts anyways, even on those 40+ days. No one wants to see my ghostly white legs, and all of the veins that run the length, least of all me.
The weekend went by too quickly, but was fun while it lasted. We all went out for Jenny’s birthday on Friday night, and hit up Dionysios, the local Greek restaurant. Not knowing whether to impressed or afraid, the whole, and I mean whole restaurant is covered with knick-knacks, chotchies, ornaments and stuff. From ceiling to floor, there is not one inch of space that is bare.
The guitar player behind us played obscure Beatles songs all night (Much to my excitement.) and then announced that there was a birthday. We all got ready to sing Happy Birthday to our dear Jenny, when it turns out the song was not intended for our party, but some other birthday celebrators.
It definitely was a funny restaurant, but the food was good, and it was different from our regular stopping grounds.
Sunday, after an amusing Break the Fast, and introducing myself to a guy that Jenny lovingly referred to as Skelator, we organized another bocce ball game. Our plan is to have a major tournament sometime this summer. I definitely need to practice up on my long game, but we all seem to have fun regardless who wins and who loses. Proof that when young athletes compete, there are no losers.
This week starts the beginning our “summer” hours wherein we have to/get to work an extra half an hour everyday (when I am not working until 5:00 anyways.), although on our early day we leave at 1:30 instead of 3:30. Anyone who has waited for me to finish work on the early day understands that actually leaving this place early is more of a pipedream than reality. Although this morning, after explaining our Sarah Slean concert in Calgary this evening and early day routine to RDP, I am fully prepared to punch anyone in the throat that tries to make me work late.
Looking forward to the concert tonight.
Missing Jenny already. Bon Voyage! Be safe!
Blaming the geese for all of the trouble we are about to get into.
Please, God Speed.
As Always,
Friday, May 02, 2008
Happy Days Will Come To You All Year
A happiest of birthdays to our dear Jenny today. Hoping that today is filled with wonder and magic, or in the alternative, good food and even better cheesecake.
Let me just tell you, because I am just so excited about it, that I seriously got Jenny the best birthday present of all time. One night I laid in bed thinking about what to get Jenny for her birthday, and angles whispered the best idea to me. But the problem came as the angles didn’t tell me where to look to find the best present ever. I searched high and low for this product and was just beginning to think that I was going to have to come up with a sub par present, I decided to check one last place, and low and behold, there was the very thing I was looking for! Seriously, I am so excited!
Well, we finally made it to May, and probably just in the nick of time. Those of you who were lucky enough to check my blog earlier in the day on Wednesday, or subscribe to my nonsense, were able to read the most desperate post to date.
I spend a substantial amount of time formulating each blog entry, making sure the flow is just right, adding the right amount of alliteration, hand picking the perfect title, and even reading it out loud (quietly) to make sure that every ‘t’ is crossed and ‘i’ dotted. But Wednesday’s off the cuff, unplanned, unedited blog was truly the mess that floats around in my head most days. Thanks to Jenny, who quickly realized that this post was not one a fascinating girl would or should write, and counseled me to remove it.
Last night Jenny and I went to look at another house. Just two blocks from our current location and right across from Klassy’s Bakery (Bun Day, everyday!), the outside looked promising.
We came around to the side door, down the steep basement stairs and into chaos. People seem to think that all you need to do is throw up some make shift walls, add some carpet and you are well on your way of turning your old storage location into a moneymaking area. Even though this “suite” wasn’t available until July, Jenny and I, with just one look, knew were weren’t interested anyways.
I guess it did make us grateful for the place we currently have. We rounded out our night with Smiles and delicious chicken, The Office, Bones and even repeat showings of some of our favourite You Tube videos.
Looking forward to the weekend and the rest of the birthday merriment tonight.
Good Luck, God Speed.
As Always,
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