My Mind Just Second Guesses

I really don’t know if I should be flattered or horrified. Not one to be very decisive in the mornings, I usually like to figure out what I am going to wear the next day before I go to bed, making sure that everything I wear is perfectly ironed and starched. I also make sure to layout everything I could need in the morning. The only reason I can sleep in so long every morning is because of all the prep work I do before I go to bed every night.

So I am not really sure what I was thinking when I went to bed last night without any pre-morning preparation. And thusly, I am wearing the first non-iron necessary attire I could put together. Nothing fancy and definitely not my usual starched collar, multi-layered look. And I also am sporting the straight hair, which all of those who know me well enough understand I only have straight hair on rain/windy Saturday afternoons.

So when I got to work this morning and everyone fussed and fawned over my more casual look, I was really confused. In my mind, I knew should be please that I finally had worn something to get so much praise. Normally, no one says anything, even on the days that I look extra great and they only comment about how I dare to wear short sleeves in the winter.

But I also was a little taken back. Should I take fashion advice from an office that thinks Crocs, camouflage pants, sweaters with cats on them and sandals with socks is appropriate legal office attire?

They particularly loved the hair, stating how in vogue I was with my pin straight locks. But, how do they really know what is in fashion? I don’t really know if I can convey to you all just how unfashionable my coworkers are.

I guess I will just take whatever compliments I do receive. At least they are talking to me, today.

In other news, we still don’t have a fridge. Are you shocked? Mary talked to the landlords on Monday who stated, they wouldn’t be bringing us a new one until it “was warm”. What exactly does that mean? Next week? March? July? So we are just learning to live with out a fridge and now in very pioneer style, surviving on non-perishable food items.

A big thank you to all of those who have offered us their freezer space. If I didn’t already have a freezer that was working, and by chance, I didn’t have the giant, free outdoor freezer, I would take you up on your offer. Right now I am in need of something to keep food cool, somewhere between frozen solid and lukewarm. But I can’t see braving the elements to drive across town for a glass of milk or an egg or two. We will survive. It’s not like we really ever used the milk we had when our fridge was working, but like everything in life, knowing I can’t have it makes me want it even more.

Yesterday, I caught a quasi documentary regarding Brooks. More about Lakeside and its union than about Brooks, but it was still fun to see familiar sights again. My family lived in Brooks for twenty years, which is hard to believe.

I have now lived in Lethbridge for eight years and my family is here now, however, it still doesn’t feel much like home. After contemplating the fact that I am a Family Ward orphan and that I am slowly losing my grip on my YSA family, I have come to the realization that I am in need of a new hometown. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

Another funny work story of the day! I just talked to this guy on the phone who was giving me his email address. He was spelling out the first part of the address for me and said the following: B as in B, L as in L. What? Luckily I understood what he was trying to spell, but obviously he missed the class about word association. B as in Ball, L as in Lion.

Alright, this now ends the long and random blog of today.

A big thank you to my guardian angels (angles) for keeping my car running actually better than normal during this cold snap.

Keep doing what you are doing.

Lots of love.

Beside Yourself With Remorse Of All Sorts

A bitterly cold Monday to you all. I guess it really is winter after all, but luckily for us, they have forecasted a Chinook for later in the week. Let’s see if that holds up. I laid in bed this morning and listened to all of the school closures and just prayed that the radio would tell me that work was cancelled as well, but sadly it wasn’t.

It seems like a lot, although not a lot has been going on as of late. I guess not writing everyday makes whatever news I have stack up, to make it look like things are really moving and shaking around here. (It is all an illusion.)

Let’s start with the bet I have placed with myself. Not too long ago our fridge broke. It was sad and really made me want milk and other such perishable items. We finally were able to get a repairman to fix the fridge and it worked for a while, although now it has died again and this time I think it has died for good. (Proof that maybe money these days isn’t in TV/VCR repair, but rather Fridge/Stove repair.)

So, our wonderful Mary called our indifferent landlords who after some persuasion agreed to get us a new fridge. And had arranged with Mary to bring a fridge from their house today, if they could get into town, and the roads weren’t that bad, and they finished up everything else they had to do. Stating, “if” they didn’t make it in this week with a new fridge, well, we could just put our food outside. (Yes Jenny, that is just as funny as putting it in the creek.)

But here is my favourite part of the whole story. They asked Mary if she could leave her key somewhere. Wait a minute, wait a minute, are you telling me that my landlord doesn’t have a key to his own house? Does anyone else find that weird?

Anyways, I am betting that there won’t be a new fridge in our house when I get home from work. In the year and a half that I have lived at that house, I have only ever talked to the landlords twice, and they have never been to the house. For all they know we could be running a brothel or growing drugs….oh wait, I think that is what is going on downstairs. Besides they didn’t really seem all that anxious to get us a new fridge and were originally really dodgy on when, if ever, they would bring us one. But I guess we will see.

In other news, Friday was our staff reviews and surprisingly enough, I got a raise! It is only a dollar, but I guess the extra $160.00/month is better than nothing.

The girls in the office spent Friday afternoon discussing what had been said to them in their individual reviews. Everything from dressing better to talking less was listed as their faults. Me, on the other hand had nothing bad. Dennis would say, “We want people to be friendlier with each other in the office, but that isn’t something you really need to work on.” Everything he suggested was followed by stating it wasn’t a problem I needed to address. Only really saying, “We can’t penalize you for your boss’ stupidity.” Also stating I was the greatest untapped resource at our office. (And the best dressed.)

Here’s to:

Our funny reunion of sorts at the Mocha on Friday. There is nothing better than my favourite people at my favourite restaurant. Super awesome to have C-Mac back with us again!

The greatest “Flight of the Conchords” marathon. When did we get so lame?

Mary. Winner of the first and probably last Pink House Pageant.

Seven fast-paced miles, with probably another three tonight!

Thanks to everyone for their continued support.

Sorry to hear about President Hinckley.

Wishing, only a bit, I had taken the chance for a real life conversation on Sunday. Maybe next week? (Don’t hold your breath)

Lots of Love. Stay Warm. Go to Church. (Thanks to Jenny for that one. I thought it was funny.)

The Dissimilarities Are Staggering

A happy, warmer Tuesday to all. Not having a real window in my office, or lunch on Mondays, the only time I was outside during the day yesterday was in the morning, when with the impressive wind chill, really made it cold outside! So when I left the office at 4:00pm, I bundled up good and tight with multiple layers, only to go outside to find a Chinook like temperatures. Let’s keep temperatures on the plus side for a while.

The other day, Mr. LOL (Which I really have to find a better nickname for him, because well, it seems a little bit too Sex And The City calling him that. And well, I know I really should just stop “talking” to him, or at the very least, have more live, in-person conversations with him. But I am thinking that we are beyond a normal friendship at this point.)

Anyways, he asked me what my hobbies are. I made up a lame list of things that didn’t seem too overly weird. But the list just made me seem like everyone else.

*Note: Please don’t ask stupid general questions such as, “What do you do for fun?”

So after a couple of days of thinking, I realized did things for fun, but nothing like your run of the mill, “bottle cap collecting” hobbies

So I came up with an eclectic list of things I find enjoyable, including:

Blogging and re-reading all of my old blogs to remember just how awesome I have always been

Listening to music and making fun of other’s musical choices

Watching Iron Chef America and then getting inspired to create something new with all of the weird leftovers we have in the fridge

Ironing, ironing and more ironing

Beating all of you at Trivial Pursuit, Cranium, Jeopardy, Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader or any game where our general knowledge goes head to head.

Cleaning my bathroom, and well, pretty much any bathroom I am in

Finding great horoscopes and fortune cookie fortunes

Telling long-winded stories, again and again

Writing up lists that either convict me of lunacy or show off my unique personality.

Thanks for all of the help with the headlights. It is so much better to drive with two lights, rather than just one, or none.

Sleeping better, looking great as per usual and counting down the days until my maybe, hopefully raise at Staff Reviews on Friday.

Love to all.

A Tragic Tale Of All That’s Yet To Come

Somehow I thought I had written more for all of you last week, but I guess not. I had done up plenty of drafts talking about everything from my impressive needlepoint work to my not particularly worth it conversations with Mr. LOL. But it all seemed just too boring for even me to read. The Winter Blahs, with all of the cold, snow and darkness have definitely overtaken all of us. We should really be more than grateful that there are only ten days left of January.

We ventured to the movie theatre twice last week, and came out with not much to show for it. Just $18.50 taken from our bank accounts.

Thursday night we went to see Juno, in which I was anticipating a great movie. With all of the Oscar buzz (what is even the point this year.) surrounding the movie and a funny/cute interview I saw with Ellen Page on David Letterman, I thought hopefully we were in for a good show.

Now, I don’t know that it was necessarily bad. Maybe a bit too weirdly crude for my liking, but it seemed to miss…well a real purpose.

From the first thirty seconds of the movie we get to experience the fun and adventure of teen pregnancy. However, it didn’t really seem like an experience at all. It just seemed to be another part of the character, just like she had brown hair, oh yeah, she was pregnant too.

The character seemed to be way too calm and organized about the situation, and everyone else seemed to be just as caviller with the idea that some 16 year old was going to have a baby.

Somehow I thought Degrassi Jr. High did a better job of discussing teen pregnancy, but maybe that wasn’t the point of the movie. But then again what was the point of the movie then?

Not overly bad, but not worth any Oscar nomination it might receive.

Saturday afternoon we braved the cold and snow to attend a matinee viewing of 27 Dresses. I haven’t been to a movie that full since Transformers. It seemed as if every girl in Lethbridge had arrived hoping to find some sort of sunshine to our already cloudy day.

But really all we found was every single romantic comedy situation rolled into one movie, and not as gracefully done as ‘The Holiday’. Let me give you some examples:

A girl who plans everybody’s wedding except her own: See ‘The Wedding Planner.

The person in love with her boss: See ‘Two Weeks Notice’

A girl jealous her younger sister is getting married before her: See ‘The Wedding Date’

Hot guy lies about who he is to win over a girl: See ‘The Prince and Me’

People fall in love with each other after a blurry, drink filled night: See ‘The Wedding Date’,

Person uses their date as article they are writing: See ‘How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days.”

Article is released; person is upset and breaks up with article writer: See ‘Hitch’

It all ends with the perfect wedding: See every romantic comedy ever made.

To quote one of our favourite romantic comedy characters, Cathy Seldon, “If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” And it is very true. There are no new ideas when it comes to the romance genre.

However a good romantic comedy makes you forget every other movie you have ever seen, rather than find the similarities between it and all of movies like it you already have in your collection.

This movie achieved its objective: Make people come to the theatre and pay the $9.25, after that, all they really have to do is show something. Heck, it could have even been 2 hours of Hypno-Toad.

But who knows, maybe you will like it.

Alright well, on to more pressing matters. Here’s hoping your Monday went well, and that your week follows suit.

Good Luck. God Speed.

Much Loved And Most Wanted

I really have really been working hard all week. Pumping out a countless number of letters, staying late every night, calculating trust cheques and fielding dozens of phone calls, all from my tiny, albeit cozy office. I have all of our yearly CDs to keep me company, and a few minutes of Facebook distractions here and there, but, Oh. My. Good. Heavens, today has really crawled by. Only 19 minutes have passed since I last looked at the clock, and it is horrendous to think that there is more than an hour left until we can start thinking about going home. Hopefully the night drags on just as slow to balance it all out.

With not much in concrete stories to tell you all from last night I thought I would share all of my recent favourites. Now, I don’t know if any of these will win any all time favourite award, but it is just what I am into at the moment.

Movie: Dan In Real Life.
I have seen this movie four times in the theatre, and seriously could go even more. (And I don’t even like the movie theatre) This movie really pulls the ‘Scrubs’ punch, laughing one minute, crying the next. It has heart, and it lets you leave the theatre feeling good with hope for the future. It has been a while since other movies have achieved such a tall order.

TV: How I Met Your Mother
With the writers’ strike painfully ruining our year; it has been great to catch up on all the past seasons of some of our favourite shows. How I Met Your Mother is seriously one of the funniest things I have seen in a while. There is no episode that is even half sucky; they are all gems.

Music: Sondre Lerche/Paul Simon
I don’t really get the thrill of new music the way some of my friends do. I prefer to listen to my old standbys and familiar artists and songs. However with the plethora of new music put on my ipod not only from the ipod crash of 2007, but also from everyone’s CDs, listening to my ipod is always a new experience.

A big thanks for Dan In Real Life for introducing me to Sondre Lerche. He does all of the music in the movie, and has really helped to create the feel good atmosphere of the movie. Now I can relive the same feel good feelings no matter where me and my ipod go.

Paul Simon (Who sadly I do like better without Garfunkle) seems to have all the honest songs to play when you are not really in that feel good mood.

Food: Tzatziki
Okay, I understand that this isn’t a real food per se. But whether in our pitas or on our delicious tandoori pizza, just like the dill dip, it seems to make everything a little bit better.

I can’t think of anything else that is too new or exciting. Besides, it seems as if sufficient time has been killed trying to think up all of my favourites.

Have a good rest of the week. We are on the downhill side now.

Lots of love.

I'm Not Going To State Obvious Observations Everybody Makes

How did half of January slip by us already? And all without conducting our elaborate burning ceremony! Isn’t it obvious at this point that we can’t really carry on very well in 2008 with out some sort of self actualizing?

A big thanks to Flick for stopping by last night. It is always fun to have you around, and I am pretty sure that your new song sent Jenny and I into a major depression. Plus, who doesn’t like reliving the days of the northside house, and all of our many merry-go-round love conquests.

Today is an open forum. Discuss if you will.

After a funny night discussing all of our tales of adventure and woe, it really made me think back to the funny ways all of us became friends. Whether it was a funny Preference induced chat or nights smelling our crazy roommate’s bottles of essential oils, an awkward conversation at Break the Fast or even a new hair colour to encourage other’s friendship. They are all great stories and ones that I love to tell again and again.

However, in the world in which we all now live, it seems like there are new friendships cropping up everyday. Facebook (in which I still don’t have any major issues with.) has really helped rekindle old friendships and stay in touch with those who are far away, but it has also become a way of making new friends.

It seems like every new person I meet these days adds me as a Facebook friend within a couple of days of our first meeting. But sometimes it seems like you know more about people from what is written to them and about them online than in real life. And that you do more communicating with them via computer than actually face to face. Is there such a thing as a technological friendship? (You can sing the song if you want)

I ask this mostly because I am in the very middle of a technological friendship. While we seems to have a half normal conversation via Facebook a couple times a week, the real life banter leaves a lot, a lot to the imagination. So do I have a new friend, or just a pen pal? (Or keyboard pal, I guess in this case.) Is it possible for this camaraderie to cross into reality?

(Besides, having a technological friendship isn’t a great story to tell. Well, unless he is a RDG…Recent Devry Graduate.)

Facebook ethics question number two: Is it appropriate to announce everything you do and every step you make on your profile?

This was our big debate last night. (And by big debate, I think we talked about it for about two minutes.) You know who these people are. The people that will post any pictures, write anything on their own wall, or on the wall of others or post statuses that tell us of every one of their deepest and darkest secrets.

Are these people just open with their life and don’t care that other people know all of their confidential information or are these just people without an inner guard to stop them from posting such nonsense?

I am not going to lie. I can find out a lot of information and juicy gossip by just spending a couple of minutes on Facebook everyday. Who is in a new relationship, who just brokeup, who is mad at who, Facebooks provides me with probably a lot of things that I shouldn’t find out, or at least things that I shouldn’t immediately know.

Now that even email is too slow for our gossip needs, is our generation just full of information junkies? Is Facebook and the like just our heroin? Are you responsible for feeding our addiction?

What do you think?

Funny office story of the day! I am up at the front and in walks another old Denise devotee. This guy had a crush on me from Grade One to Three, and I was the only girl he invited to his eighth birthday party. He recognized me right away. (Which was a little creepy considering we haven’t seen each other for 16 years.) Bizarre. Thanks for the little joke, Universe.

Oh yes, and Dennis just called me Michelle. Shouldn’t he remember my name? It is like Dennis. Heck, he could even just call me Dennis if he wanted, heaven knows everyone else does.

Alright, thanks for all you do. Here’s to you, today.

GL/GS

Underwhelmed, Irregardless And Other Like Words.

Somehow, we made it through the weekend and on to Monday. Is it horrible that about half way through Friday night I wished that it was just Monday already and that the weekend was over? Don’t worry it wasn’t overly bad, it just wasn’t overly good.

A big thank you to all of those who have pointed out that my blog as of late as been rather cryptic. (And yes, I knew I was being obscure. It was intentional.) But maybe it is time, as suggested, to just write all of my thought in a diary that I hide underneath my mattress or in a sock drawer of some sorts, however, with the transition that apparently has overtaken all of us, there really won’t be a need for secretive truths. Sorry. I promise to write stuff you will all understand.

Get ready for this curve. I have developed a new love for sweatpants. I know. I don’t really believe it myself.

For those of you who are not overly familiar with my day to day clothing choices should know that I am usually against hanging out in pajamas or any like comfort clothing. Usually done up properly with makeup and big hair, I enjoy being well dressed and prepared for any unexpected company or late night outings. Living, for the past four years, at various houses where people make random stop ins and popovers has prepared me for this way of life.

However with the professional look I like to sport at the office, I find myself with three wardrobe changes through out the day. Therefore, now in an effort to streamline my procedure, I figure it was just time to take out the middle, semi-causal step. (Wouldn’t Stacey and Clinton be devastated?)

And let me tell you something, sweatpants are so comfortable! To think that I have been missing out on years of comfort. Please don’t worry, I have not abandoned all of my standards, I still do sport black eyelashes at all times, and my hair is as big, if not bigger than normal. I just wonder why it took me so long to breakdown. I do at times feel like I could at any minute break out into some elaborate yoga position, or that I look like I should start jogging around the block, but it is all just an illusion.

Who knows, hoodies might just be the next step. Maybe I will be wearing Crocs to work sooner than I hope.

Sad:
I left my cell phone at home today. Even though I don’t really need it at the office, I still kinda feel lost without it. And heaven knows I don’t know anyone’s phone number without my contacts list.

Amazed:
With how awesome my wool pants are. I only wish that I had somewhere more awesome than the office to wear them.

Pleased:
The morning went by so fast! Here’s hoping the afternoon is just as quick.

Impressed:
By all the fun Saskatchewan has to offer me. Looking forward to a road trip there!

Doing the best with what I’ve got. Hoping things pick up sometime soon.

Thanks to God.

Of All The Days To Make That Announcement…

Oh my.

Well, we somehow made it to Friday. Can you believe it? And a whole two days with nothing to do is just a short eight hours away.

Apologies for ruining the Denise and Jenny Breakfast Extravaganza this morning. We stayed up a bit too late to get up earlier than we had to, and seriously, breakfast was one of the last things on my mind this morning. Sadly, breakfast is never the way to my heart, especially not if I have to eat it in the morning.

We all had a funny night staying up a bit too late only to realize that I have no clue about popular music any more, spending time with a boy much too young for any of us, more How I Met Your Mother. (Barney on TPIR is classic!) and again, showing off my impressive cooking skills. (I was mostly looking for an opportunity to wear my apron.)

We watched the Top 40 Music Videos of 2007, and I will save you two hours of your life and just tell all of you that Fergie was number one. But during the countdown I would say I only knew about half the songs and/or bands presented. What happened? When did popular music and I have a falling out? I guess with my ipod and me being such good friends, there has really never been a need to listen to the radio. But from what I saw last night, there wasn’t much of a need to stay caught up with current music, it seems to be all made for 12 year old emo girls.

Just a short one today.

Realizing that:

“I need thee every hour”, that was two years ago today. Oh wow! I still wish I had kept the note to show everyone, but I had to get rid of it, I felt more than ill every time I looked at it. I should just be grateful for it, that is how me and Flick really bonded.

Looking forward:

To the destructive end one of my favourite knickknacks. Whoever thought that this is how it would all end?

Wondering how:

It actually worked, and how much effort was actually exerted? Although, I am not really wanting to focus on the logistics of the matter.

Remembering that:

My fingerprints are all over everything. It will be too hard to get rid of all the evidence.

Thankful for:

Dodging the bullet. But wishing one day to be hit with the right one.

Thinking that:

I might be a bit of a handful, even for myself

Thanks to God for all that I have, it really is more than anyone should ever need.

Moving On, But Not Moving Out

Sorry to all of you. I am getting so bad at this blogging thing. It seems hard to get back into a normal schedule again after Christmas and the like. I am still convinced that we need to have some sort of holiday in the middle of January to ease ourselves back into a regular routine. I think I might just take full advantage of my dual citizenship and celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day, of course, sans work.

I have spent the week alternating between sleeping too little and sleeping too much. I am hoping to get my sleeping regulated one day soon, mostly due to the fact that I don’t have many days off for the next little while and work comes a lot earlier than I wish most days.

Everyone, and I mean everyone at the office has some sort of sickness. We have all alternated between taking days off and going home early. But thankfully we only have to get through tomorrow until it is the weekend again, and hopefully everyone will feel better, and be less cranky next week.

Alright, well on with the foolishness.

It is no doubt time to say this, but I burned a lot of bridges in 2007. Yes, some of these bridges really didn’t go anywhere and/or if they did go somewhere, it was definitely not where I wanted to be. But I burned them, nonetheless. However, in the joyous and contemplative times I have had in 2008, thus far, I have realized there is no need to do away with something just because it didn’t turn out the way I expected or even wished.

So here I am, extending the olive branch of quasi friendship. Is there really any reason for me to be mad at this point? Out of us or the hatchet, let’s burry the hatchet this time.

Now I understand, things won’t be the same, nor do I think they should. Sorry, I have moved on. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t be friendly to each other. You can call me, and I can call you. You can ask me for help, and I will do my best to help you. Heck, this might just turn out to be the most normal part of our whole time together.

Moving on. Sorry to the 90% of you that have nothing to do with the above.

A big thank you to How I Met Your Mother for all of the fun times this week. With TV still beyond normal, we picked up the Second Season DVD of How I Met Your Mother, and I have spent most of the week in tears from all of the funniness that show has to offer. Seriously, if you haven’t checked it out, give it a try. It really is that great.

Here’s to:

My new 2008 calendar for my office. Wow! It really is amazing, and much better than the lame, scruffy birds from last year. Tyler Jones, thanks, you have really classed up my office.

One more of day of work in this odd and backwards week.

Hot and Cold. Proof that this is a universal problem.

A good idea? Or at the very least a funny road trip?

Me. Doing not bad with what I’ve got.

Thanks to God. Lots of Love.

That’s Right, The Ugliness Of Desperation Sneaks In

I’ve got it bad. Real bad, today. A nonalcoholic hangover. Ever since me and Jenny’s unintentional late night chat, I have had an extremely hard time going to sleep before 2am. And quite often, the morning news is just coming on as I am crawling to bed. The couple of nights I tried to go to sleep earlier, I just lay in bed waiting a while for exhaustion to set in.

So I know you are all thinking, “What does Denise do all night, then?” Well, let me tell you. Last night I caught my second viewing of Gone With The Wind. The first time I saw it I was about 11 or 12 when it was re-released into theatres and I went with my aunt and my mom to catch this show. I do remember that I hated the ending, but I had forgotten how long it was. So when I sat down to watch the movie last night, I never remembered I was in for a four-hour over-dramatic epilogue of the South. And just as my first viewing, I was greeted with a miserable ending.

Now, don’t get my wrong, Scarlet O’Hara bothers me more than anything. But should we really just waste four hours of our life so that her third (yes, third) husband can leave her? (Sorry if I spoiled the ending for you all.)I am sorry to all of you who think this movie is some sort of cinematic masterpiece. Maybe my opinion is wrong, please someone tell me the redeeming qualities of this movie.

Surprisingly, as you are all sleeping, interesting documentaries come on all sort of topics. Now, I understand that the non-fiction is not as appealing to some of you as it is me, but last night I learned all about Faberge Eggs and earlier in the week I caught a behind the scenes look at Sesame Street. I have learned about Christopher Columbus, how to make easers and various 2007 Year in Review shows. (And you wonder where my eclectic knowledge comes from.) It has been fascinating to say the least.

I am just finishing up listening to the last of our CDs, and beside myself trying to figure out all of the stories associated with the tracks. Maybe some of the CDs aren’t as literal as mine, but I really just refuse to believe that.

As of yet, I don’t have any weekend plans. The first weekend of the greatest year of my life, that is a lot to live up to. Here’s hoping we come up with something half decent.

I am not looking forward to attending church alone. Yes, I understand I would never really be alone at church, and I also think I will probably end up being fill in chorister anyways, but who else is going to laugh at Frankenhead, or try and play MOC2008 with whomever is speaking as contestants.

But I understand, it is time to move on to being Nursery Leader or Mia Maid Advisor. I just don’t think I am there, yet. I still have a small amount of love for YSA. Just know I will miss you. But just as we learned the other day that “Friends can live in different houses”, I also think “Friends can attend different wards.” Good luck, you won’t need it though.

Only a couple more hours until the weekend. And only a small amount of self restraint left in me. Still trying to stay ahead of the gun this time. Although I can feel myself getting dangerously close to failure.

Thanks to one and all. Good luck to all of us.

Cheerful and Satisfied

A happy 2008 to everyone! Thank goodness we finally made it this far. And so far it is turning out to be just fine. Much better than the horrible start we had to 2007. But that is in the past, and there is nothing to do except look forward.

The New Year has been quiet to say the least. Jenny and I caught another showing of one of our favourite 2007 movie releases, ‘Dan In Real Life’. We enjoyed it even more the second time around and we did most of the laughing in the theatre.

I am feeling really good and relaxed as the new year begins. I don’t know if it was because I am not at work for the next couple of days, or if I have spent too much time laughing with Flick and Jenny, or the fact that we went to see ‘Dan In Real Life’, again tonight, making three viewings, and maybe more, (It really is a good movie. Oh, and not a chic-flick.) or because I did less than nothing today. But I am very grateful for the relaxing times I have had over the past couple of days.

The first part of our SASAA last night was beyond hilarious, where we vowed no more strangled chickens and had a great laugh over the dad’s mustache in ‘The Notebook’. I am definitely looking forward to our destructive second part on the weekend.

A special thanks to the universe for bringing the new song of 2008 to me.
(Probably better than last year choice of Newport Living.)

I’m not saying that I’m giving up
I’m just trying not to think as much as I used to
Cause "never" is a lonely little messed up word
Maybe I’ll get it right some day

For the first time in a long time
I can say that I want to try
I feel helpless for the most part
But I’m learning to open my eyes

And the sad truth of the matter isI’ll never get over it
But I’m gonna try to get better
And overcome each moment
In my own way

I so want to get back on track
And I’ll do whatever it takes
Even if it kills me

--Motion City Soundtrack

Here’s to 2008. The best we have, so far.

Good Luck. Please God Speed.