I have seriously been trying for a couple of days to get a new blog out to replace the scattered, Debbie Downer mess of a blog that I wrote last time. I have since calmed down (Thanks to Manfred) and moving efforts have increased.
In fact, Jenny and I went to look at a nice basement suite on Saturday, and despite its London Road Ward location, it would be a good place to live with its huge bedrooms, a fireplace and even a bar. We have filled out an application, and now are waiting to hear if we are the winners of the house. However, there are a lot more places to look at, and a whole month to find something if we are not chosen.
Reality has set in, as I not only had to write a pretty large rent cheque, but as Mary has started to move already. By Saturday night, Jenny and I will be the only ones left on the 1815 Survivor. But I guess things have to change at some point. Now the only question left is, how do you say goodbye to a house you hate? Don’t get me wrong, so much has happened there, but on the other hand, so much has happened there. I am looking forward to a fresh start. That is, if I can get all of my stuff packed up in time.
On Saturday night, we went to see Baby Mama, the newest SNL movie creation. And you know what, it wasn’t that bad. Watching the previews, I thought we were in for ultimate stupidity, but actually, it ended up being a chick flick disguised as an all gender show. It isn’t high brow comedy, and it for sure isn’t Dan In Real Life (What! You haven’t watched it yet?) but overall not bad.
My life, as of late, has seen a panoply of stories and exciting events, although none of them starring me. With hockey playoffs in full swing, I haven’t even had any lackluster conversations with the internet boyfriend. (Although, I had more than one witness to the awkwardness between us on Sunday.) It might just be time to come up with my own secret friends.
With our wards joining powers on Sunday, and the YSA summer soon upon us, it is now time to do what we promised so long ago, one cold January night, “Change the Fate of 2008.” So, to alter things, I decided to rejoin the socialized world, starting with the RS Bookclub. Small step, I know, but to attend even girl functions without a wingman is a big step.
I just wonder when all of this got so hard.
Thankful for everything thing I have. A big thanks to everyone I have, even those we have long since picked apart.
Hoping for good luck for not only myself, but you as well.
Please, God speed.
As Always,
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Nonplussed: Speechless, Perplexed
Just excuse me for a minute while I have a mid-twenties crisis. Now, I understand that there are much worse problems in the world. And that, overall, my life isn’t that bad, but just let me have a minute here.
So, it really is looking like Jenny and me are going to have to find a new place for June. I don’t think it will be generally difficult to find a new place to live, this time of year there are scads of houses available to rent. But the problem comes as most of the smaller, two bedroom places are as much, if not more than, we are currently paying. Maybe I have been living with too many people for too long, and so realistic rental amounts are beyond me, but I am not interested in paying overly inflated rent.
So, do we just stay where we are, turning the third bedroom into a game room or study? Or do we try and win someone over to be our third roommate? Is our current, centrally located, house okay, despite inflated utilities, smell of bacon and sound of screaming coming from the basement?
Or is it time to pack up and find a new location and new things to complain about? Is it maybe time to leave Victoria Park in the dust and try our hand at even the Westside?
I guess my biggest struggle is not the money I would have to pay for rent, or even the fact that with my current room condition, it will seriously take the whole month to get everything organized and packed up, but rather the notion of leaving Vic Park.
Now, some of you like moving, like meeting new people, like the adventure of the unknown. I do not. I have been in the same YSA ward for eight years. Shocking, I know. How that is even possible? It just might be a miracle. In my whole time as a Vic Parker, I have never gotten bored or been sad with the ward, and in fact, since my parents moved to Lethbridge, Vic. Park has become my family ward.
But now, no matter where I go, or what ward I move into, the reality is I will have to go alone. So, the question is, do I find a way to stay where I am, at least surrounded by familiar people and sights, or go for broke and leave the ward that has been nothing but good to me.
Someone asked me the other day if there was any potential to staying in my current ward, and the truthful answer is, no. I have tried my hand at almost everything and everyone that is there. And the others, I still always have as my internet boyfriends.
So maybe, just maybe, starting over could be the best thing. I have a little while before any final decisions need to me made.
I’m tired of being a nomad. I’m tired of being alone.
Sorry. I will be less panicky tomorrow.
As Always,
So, it really is looking like Jenny and me are going to have to find a new place for June. I don’t think it will be generally difficult to find a new place to live, this time of year there are scads of houses available to rent. But the problem comes as most of the smaller, two bedroom places are as much, if not more than, we are currently paying. Maybe I have been living with too many people for too long, and so realistic rental amounts are beyond me, but I am not interested in paying overly inflated rent.
So, do we just stay where we are, turning the third bedroom into a game room or study? Or do we try and win someone over to be our third roommate? Is our current, centrally located, house okay, despite inflated utilities, smell of bacon and sound of screaming coming from the basement?
Or is it time to pack up and find a new location and new things to complain about? Is it maybe time to leave Victoria Park in the dust and try our hand at even the Westside?
I guess my biggest struggle is not the money I would have to pay for rent, or even the fact that with my current room condition, it will seriously take the whole month to get everything organized and packed up, but rather the notion of leaving Vic Park.
Now, some of you like moving, like meeting new people, like the adventure of the unknown. I do not. I have been in the same YSA ward for eight years. Shocking, I know. How that is even possible? It just might be a miracle. In my whole time as a Vic Parker, I have never gotten bored or been sad with the ward, and in fact, since my parents moved to Lethbridge, Vic. Park has become my family ward.
But now, no matter where I go, or what ward I move into, the reality is I will have to go alone. So, the question is, do I find a way to stay where I am, at least surrounded by familiar people and sights, or go for broke and leave the ward that has been nothing but good to me.
Someone asked me the other day if there was any potential to staying in my current ward, and the truthful answer is, no. I have tried my hand at almost everything and everyone that is there. And the others, I still always have as my internet boyfriends.
So maybe, just maybe, starting over could be the best thing. I have a little while before any final decisions need to me made.
I’m tired of being a nomad. I’m tired of being alone.
Sorry. I will be less panicky tomorrow.
As Always,
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Facts and Works of Fiction
So let’s get the exciting and important news out of the way before we move onto the shenanigans of yesterday.
If you haven’t all ready heard via phone call, Facebook or just general rumour mill, Eric got his mission call yesterday. He is going to the Dominican Republic, Santo Domingo West mission, Spanish speaking. He leaves on July 30, 2008.We are all very excited, although, I think Eric is right, it hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
When did we all get so old? It seems odd to be writing about Eric going on a mission; after all, shouldn’t he still be in high school? Really, shouldn’t I still be in high school?
Now with mission calls, house buying and other secrets yet to be revealed, it seems as if I am the only constant. The Trews had it right: “Everything is changing, I’m the same and aging.” But just you wait for this story.
So when I went to get my mole removed on Friday morning, I didn’t really tell anyone at the office where I was going or what I was doing. I mean, I told them I had an appointment, figuring, it was really none of their business the specific logistics of what I was doing.
I assumed it was more than obvious when I came back to the office, minus a mole and a large red scab where it once was. Any detective worth their weight could have solved this mystery. After all, I made the appointment at the office, called a few friends after the procedure to tell them how it went (it’s not like our offices’ are soundproof) and again, still have the red mark instead of a mole.
But anyways, yesterday one of the assistants pulled me aside and asked me….if I was pregnant.
Now first let me just say very clearly and very loudly, I AM NOT PREGNANT. In fact I have no real plans on have children for at least the next year, so don’t get excited. I understand that there are quite a very people out there who are my age and having children, or at least considering having children, but I am not one of them.
Anyways, I kindly told my co-worker that I was not pregnant, but I didn’t disclose my real reason for attending the doctor. I figured it was funnier to keep that shrouded in mystery. Well, soon after lunch the joke came around that everyone thought I was pregnant. I smiled politely and shook my head as everyone in the office wanted to confirm that I indeed was not with child. However, I wonder how long this joke will last, as they all asked “How’s the new mommy?” this morning.
What are you going to do?
Thanks for everything. Scarily, July will be here before we know it.
As Always,
If you haven’t all ready heard via phone call, Facebook or just general rumour mill, Eric got his mission call yesterday. He is going to the Dominican Republic, Santo Domingo West mission, Spanish speaking. He leaves on July 30, 2008.We are all very excited, although, I think Eric is right, it hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
When did we all get so old? It seems odd to be writing about Eric going on a mission; after all, shouldn’t he still be in high school? Really, shouldn’t I still be in high school?
Now with mission calls, house buying and other secrets yet to be revealed, it seems as if I am the only constant. The Trews had it right: “Everything is changing, I’m the same and aging.” But just you wait for this story.
So when I went to get my mole removed on Friday morning, I didn’t really tell anyone at the office where I was going or what I was doing. I mean, I told them I had an appointment, figuring, it was really none of their business the specific logistics of what I was doing.
I assumed it was more than obvious when I came back to the office, minus a mole and a large red scab where it once was. Any detective worth their weight could have solved this mystery. After all, I made the appointment at the office, called a few friends after the procedure to tell them how it went (it’s not like our offices’ are soundproof) and again, still have the red mark instead of a mole.
But anyways, yesterday one of the assistants pulled me aside and asked me….if I was pregnant.
Now first let me just say very clearly and very loudly, I AM NOT PREGNANT. In fact I have no real plans on have children for at least the next year, so don’t get excited. I understand that there are quite a very people out there who are my age and having children, or at least considering having children, but I am not one of them.
Anyways, I kindly told my co-worker that I was not pregnant, but I didn’t disclose my real reason for attending the doctor. I figured it was funnier to keep that shrouded in mystery. Well, soon after lunch the joke came around that everyone thought I was pregnant. I smiled politely and shook my head as everyone in the office wanted to confirm that I indeed was not with child. However, I wonder how long this joke will last, as they all asked “How’s the new mommy?” this morning.
What are you going to do?
Thanks for everything. Scarily, July will be here before we know it.
As Always,
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
If You Know My Name…
Hi and welcome back!
A happy Earth Day to one and all. Here’s hoping that you all try and reduce your carbon foot print today, or at the very least, think about Ms. Maguire, my grade four teacher who was into recycling before it became fashionable. She was a little, okay, a whole lot nutty. But of all the teachers I ever had, I think about her the most and quite often wonder what she is up to.
Let’s talk about the weekend. On Friday, we went to see Peter Katz. I really do have to give all credit to Eric and Garth for introducing him to us. He really was fantastic. Jenny wrote all of the details of the concert on her blog, so if you are interested, read about it here. But I can’t stress this enough, please check him out here. Spread it around; tell all of your friends about him. I just feel so bad that his talent is wasted at such a dive, such as The Slice.
So far our year of concerts has yet to disappoint, and I am sure that Sarah Slean will follow suite with a great live performance when we go see her in May.
It did snow on Saturday. Friday at work the ladies were all in a tizzy about the forecasted snowstorm. Snow in April is par for the course, and Jenny and I were unfazed by the white blanket covering everything when we woke up Saturday morning. Mary, despite growing up in Alberta’s far north, was upset with the sudden turn away from spring temperatures.
We did go out, we went shopping, ate Saigonese, and continued our normal Saturday routine, but as evening fell, we were too tired from constantly brushing off our cars, and having the last 3” of our pants wet from the snow and slush, so we stayed in to watch Anne of Green Gables.
Now, that I have mentioned it, don’t you kinda want to watch it again? Jenny and I have a belief that you would be hard pressed to find a Canadian girl who didn’t enjoy the story and subsequently wanted to travel to PEI.
We laughed at Rachael Lynde’s overreactions, wished for our own bottle of raspberry cordial, wanted to dye our hair with dye bought from peddlers on the road and swooned over Gilbert Blythe. A hundred years later, it is still a wonderful story.
I am hoping the week goes by fast and that we are able to find a house, clean our rooms, get some groceries and hopefully get a hair cut. Tall order, I know.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
A happy Earth Day to one and all. Here’s hoping that you all try and reduce your carbon foot print today, or at the very least, think about Ms. Maguire, my grade four teacher who was into recycling before it became fashionable. She was a little, okay, a whole lot nutty. But of all the teachers I ever had, I think about her the most and quite often wonder what she is up to.
Let’s talk about the weekend. On Friday, we went to see Peter Katz. I really do have to give all credit to Eric and Garth for introducing him to us. He really was fantastic. Jenny wrote all of the details of the concert on her blog, so if you are interested, read about it here. But I can’t stress this enough, please check him out here. Spread it around; tell all of your friends about him. I just feel so bad that his talent is wasted at such a dive, such as The Slice.
So far our year of concerts has yet to disappoint, and I am sure that Sarah Slean will follow suite with a great live performance when we go see her in May.
It did snow on Saturday. Friday at work the ladies were all in a tizzy about the forecasted snowstorm. Snow in April is par for the course, and Jenny and I were unfazed by the white blanket covering everything when we woke up Saturday morning. Mary, despite growing up in Alberta’s far north, was upset with the sudden turn away from spring temperatures.
We did go out, we went shopping, ate Saigonese, and continued our normal Saturday routine, but as evening fell, we were too tired from constantly brushing off our cars, and having the last 3” of our pants wet from the snow and slush, so we stayed in to watch Anne of Green Gables.
Now, that I have mentioned it, don’t you kinda want to watch it again? Jenny and I have a belief that you would be hard pressed to find a Canadian girl who didn’t enjoy the story and subsequently wanted to travel to PEI.
We laughed at Rachael Lynde’s overreactions, wished for our own bottle of raspberry cordial, wanted to dye our hair with dye bought from peddlers on the road and swooned over Gilbert Blythe. A hundred years later, it is still a wonderful story.
I am hoping the week goes by fast and that we are able to find a house, clean our rooms, get some groceries and hopefully get a hair cut. Tall order, I know.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Three To Four Days For Processing
After twenty-six years of growth, I no longer have my mole, just like that. In fact the whole appointment, including driving to the clinic took less than 26 minutes. I was hoping, if anything, the appointment would at least make for a good blog entry, but there wasn’t even time to make any funny observations; the doctor’s office has gotten that efficient.
My doctor took one look at my mole, and said, “Let’s take that off.” To be honest, I think he was excited for something besides colds and coughs to look at. A little bit of freezing, (my lip is still numb) a small cut, and the whole procedure was done, all without any tears or last goodbyes. The best part was to look at my newly removed mole, suspended in liquid, headed to pathology.
My newly formed war wound doesn’t even look that bad, and in seven to ten days, it will be as if I never was in the same category as Marilyn Monroe or Cindy Crawford. We will now have a new standard by which to classify pictures of myself, BMR (Before Mole Removal), AMR (After Mole Removal).
Well, somehow we made it to Friday. The hours at work have ticked by quickly, however those at home have seemed dragged on. The weekend plans are sparse, and up for adjustments. I am just wishing that snow isn’t in the weather forecast because another bocce ball tournament could be just what we all needed.
I have forgotten the most important thing I am doing this weekend, graduating from Institute, for my third time! If I play my cards right, I think I can graduate again before I am kicked out of YSA for good. But I am hoping that I can just leave on my own before that happens.
Excited for:
Peter Katz tonight.
Thinking about:
The delicious jeans. No! What!?!
Trying to:
Have the ups out number the downs.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
As Always,
My doctor took one look at my mole, and said, “Let’s take that off.” To be honest, I think he was excited for something besides colds and coughs to look at. A little bit of freezing, (my lip is still numb) a small cut, and the whole procedure was done, all without any tears or last goodbyes. The best part was to look at my newly removed mole, suspended in liquid, headed to pathology.
My newly formed war wound doesn’t even look that bad, and in seven to ten days, it will be as if I never was in the same category as Marilyn Monroe or Cindy Crawford. We will now have a new standard by which to classify pictures of myself, BMR (Before Mole Removal), AMR (After Mole Removal).
Well, somehow we made it to Friday. The hours at work have ticked by quickly, however those at home have seemed dragged on. The weekend plans are sparse, and up for adjustments. I am just wishing that snow isn’t in the weather forecast because another bocce ball tournament could be just what we all needed.
I have forgotten the most important thing I am doing this weekend, graduating from Institute, for my third time! If I play my cards right, I think I can graduate again before I am kicked out of YSA for good. But I am hoping that I can just leave on my own before that happens.
Excited for:
Peter Katz tonight.
Thinking about:
The delicious jeans. No! What!?!
Trying to:
Have the ups out number the downs.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
As Always,
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Paranoia And A Muffled Cry
Okay, I think I have figured it out:
I’m dead.
Come on, I’ve seen The Others and The Sixth Sense. You know the story, a person who thinks the problem is everyone else, but it really turns out they are the problem because they are dead. Well, anyways, it seems to be the only explanation I have come up with for all my messages that have still gone unanswered.
Alright enough cryptic-ness, just a funny/odd point, today I got to work and our receptionist was wearing true ‘80s acid wash jeans and an acid wash jean jacket. With her bright blue eye shadow, heavily lined eyes and big permed hair, I really thought for a minute I had travelled back to 1985.
So on Tuesday night the hopefully interim Fantastic Four went to see “Be Kind, Rewind.”
The movie wasn’t overly spectacular. (Read Odd Todd’s review here.) The video remakes were funny, and I did enjoy the reworked Ghostbuster song, but overall, I have seen FHE movies that were funnier.
If you have had the privilege of watching “The Holiday” you have seen the Jack Black that I love. Kind, funny and even a bit quirky. Not weird, paranoid and oafish like he was in this movie.
But it was nice to get out of the house, see Riley and to even be on some odd double date.
But, mostly I think I just missed the original Fantastic Four. After a whole summer of movie critiquing together, the theatre just isn’t the same without you, either of you.
Well, I think that is it for today.
Staying the same amid the changes, and trying to stay sane.
As Always,
I’m dead.
Come on, I’ve seen The Others and The Sixth Sense. You know the story, a person who thinks the problem is everyone else, but it really turns out they are the problem because they are dead. Well, anyways, it seems to be the only explanation I have come up with for all my messages that have still gone unanswered.
Alright enough cryptic-ness, just a funny/odd point, today I got to work and our receptionist was wearing true ‘80s acid wash jeans and an acid wash jean jacket. With her bright blue eye shadow, heavily lined eyes and big permed hair, I really thought for a minute I had travelled back to 1985.
So on Tuesday night the hopefully interim Fantastic Four went to see “Be Kind, Rewind.”
The movie wasn’t overly spectacular. (Read Odd Todd’s review here.) The video remakes were funny, and I did enjoy the reworked Ghostbuster song, but overall, I have seen FHE movies that were funnier.
If you have had the privilege of watching “The Holiday” you have seen the Jack Black that I love. Kind, funny and even a bit quirky. Not weird, paranoid and oafish like he was in this movie.
But it was nice to get out of the house, see Riley and to even be on some odd double date.
But, mostly I think I just missed the original Fantastic Four. After a whole summer of movie critiquing together, the theatre just isn’t the same without you, either of you.
Well, I think that is it for today.
Staying the same amid the changes, and trying to stay sane.
As Always,
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
“Can Someone Tell The Boys My Phone Still Works?”
Alright, we all know that I am hypochondriac, but this time I am serious.
I have four moles on my face. Three of them I have had since the beginning of time, and the fourth one appeared shortly after my 20th birthday. For the most part, I don’t really think much of them. (Although I am convinced that somewhere out there is my doppelganger, however the only difference between the two of us is that she doesn’t have the moles.) But recently I have noticed some major changes in one of my moles.
No longer the same shape, colour or height, this mole has me very concerned. I consulted my self-diagnoses webpage, and it came up with the same conclusion I had made; I had a suspicious mole. So, yes, I did schedule a doctor’s appointment to have it checked out. And on Friday I guess we will learn what an accredited health care professional thinks and not just a website for those who prefer to jump to conclusions and wrongly diagnose themselves.
But I am still worried. Did you know that melanoma is the number one cancer for women age 25-29? But thankfully for me, it is also the most treatable. Who knows, hopefully all of my worry will just go right along with my leukemia story. I will keep you posted as to the results. In the meantime, it might be beneficial to take a good long look at some of your moles.
Moving on.
Last night’s FHE “Show and Shine” really didn’t go as planned. The last FHE BBQ was warm, bright and well attended, plus Jenny and I seemed to be a great comedy duo together. Last night was cold, dark and lacking key people. Plus, for most of the night I was flying solo, Mary had her own agenda. Maybe yesterday the stars weren’t aligned like they should have been. Right now, I am just trying to not let jealousy get the best of me. There really is only a small window of time before Spring Fever runs out.
So I thought to wrap this up I would play a little game with all of you. Can you figure out what some of my pictures on my title are? Take a look.
Leave a comment with your guess. Who knows, there might be a prize.
I will give you a hint, these are all places I have been, after all, I was the one who took the pictures.
Good luck with your day. Maybe the stars will align for you tonight.
As Always,
I have four moles on my face. Three of them I have had since the beginning of time, and the fourth one appeared shortly after my 20th birthday. For the most part, I don’t really think much of them. (Although I am convinced that somewhere out there is my doppelganger, however the only difference between the two of us is that she doesn’t have the moles.) But recently I have noticed some major changes in one of my moles.
No longer the same shape, colour or height, this mole has me very concerned. I consulted my self-diagnoses webpage, and it came up with the same conclusion I had made; I had a suspicious mole. So, yes, I did schedule a doctor’s appointment to have it checked out. And on Friday I guess we will learn what an accredited health care professional thinks and not just a website for those who prefer to jump to conclusions and wrongly diagnose themselves.
But I am still worried. Did you know that melanoma is the number one cancer for women age 25-29? But thankfully for me, it is also the most treatable. Who knows, hopefully all of my worry will just go right along with my leukemia story. I will keep you posted as to the results. In the meantime, it might be beneficial to take a good long look at some of your moles.
Moving on.
Last night’s FHE “Show and Shine” really didn’t go as planned. The last FHE BBQ was warm, bright and well attended, plus Jenny and I seemed to be a great comedy duo together. Last night was cold, dark and lacking key people. Plus, for most of the night I was flying solo, Mary had her own agenda. Maybe yesterday the stars weren’t aligned like they should have been. Right now, I am just trying to not let jealousy get the best of me. There really is only a small window of time before Spring Fever runs out.
So I thought to wrap this up I would play a little game with all of you. Can you figure out what some of my pictures on my title are? Take a look.
Leave a comment with your guess. Who knows, there might be a prize.
I will give you a hint, these are all places I have been, after all, I was the one who took the pictures.
Good luck with your day. Maybe the stars will align for you tonight.
As Always,
Monday, April 14, 2008
Go Find Him
First of all, let me just tell you that miracles happen everyday, and some of them don’t take a year.
Oh. My. Good. Heavens! What a fantastic weekend! I seriously don’t have another word to describe it. It has been a long, long, long time since I have felt this good and have had this much fun. So a big thank you to all of those who helped arrange the good times.
Now, yes the weekend was still had it’s downs, my cough is still as persistent as ever, and I am suffering from major hearing loss today from the head cold I tried to ward off. With a culmination of the fact that moving might be in cards for all of us, as my house of three has now become my house of two. (So if any of know of a cheap two-bedroom place opening up in the next month or so, please let me know.) But by the time Sunday rolled around, all of this seemed to all be put into its proper perspective.
Let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start) (Yes, I have used the joke before, but it is still funny.) Friday night we tarted ourselves up and head to O-sho for an international feast. I ordered the Chicken Katsu just as Jenny had instructed me to, and wasn’t disappointed. We all demonstrated our chopstick eating techniques and enjoyed new company and new stories.
We followed up with a funny, yet poor, display of bowling. Somehow we all got a strike (whether computer error or not) and tried to find a way to actually throw the balls that were big enough for our fingers. I think I was just more excited for the fact that I didn’t have to come up with a lame nickname to have on our scorecard.
With an earlier bedtime on Friday night, I will still able to get a good 10 hours of sleep in and wake up before noon. We took our time getting ready for the day and headed out on our monthly BTF Costco shopping spree. Fun family time in Raymond, of all places, rounded out the afternoon.
Sunday made me again realize the love I have for the Victoria Park Ward as we celebrated a relatively clean up free Break the Fast and I remembered all of the good friends I have there. Jenny’s Sunday night picnic ended up a blast with more than delicious potato salad, new friends and a bocce ball tournament that lasted well into the dark. We rounded out last night by cheering, clapping and laughing well into the early hours of the morning. A more than perfect end to a wonderfully funny weekend.
So along with all of the weekend high jinx and all of geese at Henderson, spring really has begun. I am excited for all of the new beginnings that have also seemed to come around and maybe it is good that we won’t have to relive last year. I no longer need last year’s cd or even the lonely playlist I made last week. With the encouragement I received last night and maybe some extra tarting, I might just be able to create my own new beginning tonight. Keep your fingers crossed.
Thankful for all that I have.
Keep doing what you are doing.
As Always,
Oh. My. Good. Heavens! What a fantastic weekend! I seriously don’t have another word to describe it. It has been a long, long, long time since I have felt this good and have had this much fun. So a big thank you to all of those who helped arrange the good times.
Now, yes the weekend was still had it’s downs, my cough is still as persistent as ever, and I am suffering from major hearing loss today from the head cold I tried to ward off. With a culmination of the fact that moving might be in cards for all of us, as my house of three has now become my house of two. (So if any of know of a cheap two-bedroom place opening up in the next month or so, please let me know.) But by the time Sunday rolled around, all of this seemed to all be put into its proper perspective.
Let’s start at the very beginning (a very good place to start) (Yes, I have used the joke before, but it is still funny.) Friday night we tarted ourselves up and head to O-sho for an international feast. I ordered the Chicken Katsu just as Jenny had instructed me to, and wasn’t disappointed. We all demonstrated our chopstick eating techniques and enjoyed new company and new stories.
We followed up with a funny, yet poor, display of bowling. Somehow we all got a strike (whether computer error or not) and tried to find a way to actually throw the balls that were big enough for our fingers. I think I was just more excited for the fact that I didn’t have to come up with a lame nickname to have on our scorecard.
With an earlier bedtime on Friday night, I will still able to get a good 10 hours of sleep in and wake up before noon. We took our time getting ready for the day and headed out on our monthly BTF Costco shopping spree. Fun family time in Raymond, of all places, rounded out the afternoon.
Sunday made me again realize the love I have for the Victoria Park Ward as we celebrated a relatively clean up free Break the Fast and I remembered all of the good friends I have there. Jenny’s Sunday night picnic ended up a blast with more than delicious potato salad, new friends and a bocce ball tournament that lasted well into the dark. We rounded out last night by cheering, clapping and laughing well into the early hours of the morning. A more than perfect end to a wonderfully funny weekend.
So along with all of the weekend high jinx and all of geese at Henderson, spring really has begun. I am excited for all of the new beginnings that have also seemed to come around and maybe it is good that we won’t have to relive last year. I no longer need last year’s cd or even the lonely playlist I made last week. With the encouragement I received last night and maybe some extra tarting, I might just be able to create my own new beginning tonight. Keep your fingers crossed.
Thankful for all that I have.
Keep doing what you are doing.
As Always,
Friday, April 11, 2008
Perhaps In Part Because It Had So Much Potential
If I had a superpower, besides my above average hearing, it would be the ability to remember special dates and anniversaries. So in addition to the dates that I do remember, I always feel like there is a special day that I am forgetting about, and today is one of those days. What happened on April 11 that I should remember?
I checked my blogs, both new and old, and only found out that it was around this time two years ago that the whole ‘Let’s Not Be Awkward’ moment was in full effect and three years ago, I met not Carson Daly. But both of those events aren’t the kind of thing you celebrate every year.
Well, I think I am getting sick again. I felt as much as I went to bed early last night, before the clock even hit single digits, which is a rarity for me. And this morning, I woke up with a nagging cough. However with the rest of the sickness that is going around the office, my coughing is just background noise, and has gotten me no amount of sympathy.
I am sad that sickness has overtaken me on what is suppose to be the most beautiful weekend to date. But hopefully with a good sleep in day tomorrow, I should be well enough to attend Jenny’s picnic on Sunday.
Tonight is another shot at Japanese food, as I am venturing to O-Sho again. This time I am ordering whatever Jenny tells me to get and will not be distracted by all of the colourful pictures on the menu. Jenny knows just as well as I do that I don’t really want to eat shrimp, so why order it? It should be a fun time; chances to dress up again, meet new boys and of course see whatever sparks are being created first hand.
I spent some of the morning reading through my old blog. It isn’t quite the masterpiece that my current blog is, but it is still plenty funny. I thought I would add a post for you all.
Insights Never Seen, written July 20, 2002 (about six weeks after my 21st birthday) a list of things to do in my life. The things that are in red are what I have now accomplished.
1. Get Married
2. Be in a play
3. Be Prime Minister
4. Soccer Mom, complete with SUV
5. Write a Full Length Feature Film
6. Graduate from school
7. Live on my own
8. Walk Abbey Road
9. Star in a movie
10. Visit Manitoba
11. Cook with Yellow Peppers
12. Make a documentary
13. Learn to surf
14. Be a fashion designer
15. Start a magazine
16. Be a teacher
17. Start a charity
18. Ride a roller coaster
19. Be a vegetarian
20. Have my own cooking show
21. Work in a factory
22. Write a book
23. Ride on a train
I guess I still have a little ways to go.
Have an enjoyable weekend. Hoping this will be the turn around.
Keep doing what you are doing.
As Always,
I checked my blogs, both new and old, and only found out that it was around this time two years ago that the whole ‘Let’s Not Be Awkward’ moment was in full effect and three years ago, I met not Carson Daly. But both of those events aren’t the kind of thing you celebrate every year.
Well, I think I am getting sick again. I felt as much as I went to bed early last night, before the clock even hit single digits, which is a rarity for me. And this morning, I woke up with a nagging cough. However with the rest of the sickness that is going around the office, my coughing is just background noise, and has gotten me no amount of sympathy.
I am sad that sickness has overtaken me on what is suppose to be the most beautiful weekend to date. But hopefully with a good sleep in day tomorrow, I should be well enough to attend Jenny’s picnic on Sunday.
Tonight is another shot at Japanese food, as I am venturing to O-Sho again. This time I am ordering whatever Jenny tells me to get and will not be distracted by all of the colourful pictures on the menu. Jenny knows just as well as I do that I don’t really want to eat shrimp, so why order it? It should be a fun time; chances to dress up again, meet new boys and of course see whatever sparks are being created first hand.
I spent some of the morning reading through my old blog. It isn’t quite the masterpiece that my current blog is, but it is still plenty funny. I thought I would add a post for you all.
Insights Never Seen, written July 20, 2002 (about six weeks after my 21st birthday) a list of things to do in my life. The things that are in red are what I have now accomplished.
1. Get Married
2. Be in a play
3. Be Prime Minister
4. Soccer Mom, complete with SUV
5. Write a Full Length Feature Film
6. Graduate from school
7. Live on my own
8. Walk Abbey Road
9. Star in a movie
10. Visit Manitoba
11. Cook with Yellow Peppers
12. Make a documentary
13. Learn to surf
14. Be a fashion designer
15. Start a magazine
16. Be a teacher
17. Start a charity
18. Ride a roller coaster
19. Be a vegetarian
20. Have my own cooking show
21. Work in a factory
22. Write a book
23. Ride on a train
I guess I still have a little ways to go.
Have an enjoyable weekend. Hoping this will be the turn around.
Keep doing what you are doing.
As Always,
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Trouble In The Cornflakes Box
I learned something this morning; productivity doesn’t get you much, besides more work. I guess it has gotten out that I am able get more than three or four letters done in eight hours, and so everyone has given me all of the work they “just haven’t gotten to”. So in addition to the ten or so files I was planning on working on today, I have another six files to get through. Maybe I should look at it as a vote of confidence, but I’m thinking it more in terms of others’ lack of motivation.
Let me just tell you something that I hate. We have a client who likes to call right before their appointment to make sure that they can still come in. Never has this person’s appointment been cancelled, or delayed. So don’t call me to say, “Is 2:30 still okay?” Isn’t that why we made an appointment? (Just so you know, I am billing you for that phone call.)
Alright, enough about work. No one even cares about that, least of all me. Before I go to bed every night, in addition to planning out what I will wear to work the next day, I usually think about what to write on here. If nothing overly monumental happens I think of old stories to tell, questions to answer or general tomfoolery to discuss. But for the past couple of days I have been unable to come up with anything (and I mean anything) to write.
I started this morning by writing up a kinda lame analogy that was even too complex for me to understand, I moved on to writing up a very, very long story that I am sure the majority of you already knew, some of you, by heart. I thought all through lunch, I read other’s blogs to be inspired, but it is official, I am suffering from major writers’ block.
The book I am currently reading (look at me being literate) was written by a first time author. And to be honest, you can really tell. There aren’t enough paragraph breaks, new characters are poorly introduced every half page or so, and even though the book is written in first person, the major characters all talk in third person. But the part I find most confusing, is the lack of quotation marks around any dialogue.
Every night I first wonder why I am still trudging through this mess of a book, and secondly that I could write a much better book. But these days, who knows. I am hoping that something amazing happens tonight to entertain you all with tomorrow. Or at the very least I am able to come up with a story from days gone by that I haven’t told too many time already.
Hoping to find my creative muse sooner rather than later.
Good Luck. Please, God Speed.
Let me just tell you something that I hate. We have a client who likes to call right before their appointment to make sure that they can still come in. Never has this person’s appointment been cancelled, or delayed. So don’t call me to say, “Is 2:30 still okay?” Isn’t that why we made an appointment? (Just so you know, I am billing you for that phone call.)
Alright, enough about work. No one even cares about that, least of all me. Before I go to bed every night, in addition to planning out what I will wear to work the next day, I usually think about what to write on here. If nothing overly monumental happens I think of old stories to tell, questions to answer or general tomfoolery to discuss. But for the past couple of days I have been unable to come up with anything (and I mean anything) to write.
I started this morning by writing up a kinda lame analogy that was even too complex for me to understand, I moved on to writing up a very, very long story that I am sure the majority of you already knew, some of you, by heart. I thought all through lunch, I read other’s blogs to be inspired, but it is official, I am suffering from major writers’ block.
The book I am currently reading (look at me being literate) was written by a first time author. And to be honest, you can really tell. There aren’t enough paragraph breaks, new characters are poorly introduced every half page or so, and even though the book is written in first person, the major characters all talk in third person. But the part I find most confusing, is the lack of quotation marks around any dialogue.
Every night I first wonder why I am still trudging through this mess of a book, and secondly that I could write a much better book. But these days, who knows. I am hoping that something amazing happens tonight to entertain you all with tomorrow. Or at the very least I am able to come up with a story from days gone by that I haven’t told too many time already.
Hoping to find my creative muse sooner rather than later.
Good Luck. Please, God Speed.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Refreshed and Refocused
Let me just start out today by saying, I feel fantastic. I think the last time I felt this good, Regan was still in office. I am not sure if it is due to the puffed wheat square/chocolate milk combo I had as a late breakfast/early lunch, or the fact that I went to bed a good ten minutes earlier than I normally do, or if my fortune cookie from last night really was true, “You will find peace and happiness when the daffodils bloom.” But in any regard, let’s just try and keep this up for a while.
As a result of my cheery mood (yes, even before 10am), the fact that I look amazing today (I love all of my wool pants) and great music, I have been able to be more than productive at work and have gotten almost a full day’s worth of work finished in just a few hours. The only thing holding me back from a productivity record is the fact that our receptionist is at an “appointment” until after lunch, and so I am back up receptionist yet again.
Let’s talk a little bit about the weekend.
First of all, I should tell you that of all of the dating advice I have ever given or received, nothing works better than what I recently learned in my last dating book. Sure, the system might be a little unorthodox, but did we or did we not see results?
The dance wasn’t that great, but really they never are. It was just fun to see old friends and even some stranger who told me he thought I looked amazing (Surprisingly, he didn’t seem that creepy.) If every dance turns out that well, I might just consider attending more, after all, “Space Jam Is My Only Jam”.
Conference was fun enough. Maybe I am getting a little bit too old for the Conference blow-outs of years gone by. Those just seem to mess up your house more than necessary. Besides, I enjoyed the more laid back version of Conference Bingo.
Sunday also brought about what I really think is the end of the Weekday Eve era. Just thankful that we went out with C-Mac and his musical stylings and Smiles, the official food of Weekday Eve. It has been a great run. Thanks to all the participants over the past year.
Hoping today is an indication of what is to come this week.
Impressed with:
My amazing private eye skills.
Prepared to:
Be surprised.
Thanks for everything. Keep doing what you are doing.
As Always,
As a result of my cheery mood (yes, even before 10am), the fact that I look amazing today (I love all of my wool pants) and great music, I have been able to be more than productive at work and have gotten almost a full day’s worth of work finished in just a few hours. The only thing holding me back from a productivity record is the fact that our receptionist is at an “appointment” until after lunch, and so I am back up receptionist yet again.
Let’s talk a little bit about the weekend.
First of all, I should tell you that of all of the dating advice I have ever given or received, nothing works better than what I recently learned in my last dating book. Sure, the system might be a little unorthodox, but did we or did we not see results?
The dance wasn’t that great, but really they never are. It was just fun to see old friends and even some stranger who told me he thought I looked amazing (Surprisingly, he didn’t seem that creepy.) If every dance turns out that well, I might just consider attending more, after all, “Space Jam Is My Only Jam”.
Conference was fun enough. Maybe I am getting a little bit too old for the Conference blow-outs of years gone by. Those just seem to mess up your house more than necessary. Besides, I enjoyed the more laid back version of Conference Bingo.
Sunday also brought about what I really think is the end of the Weekday Eve era. Just thankful that we went out with C-Mac and his musical stylings and Smiles, the official food of Weekday Eve. It has been a great run. Thanks to all the participants over the past year.
Hoping today is an indication of what is to come this week.
Impressed with:
My amazing private eye skills.
Prepared to:
Be surprised.
Thanks for everything. Keep doing what you are doing.
As Always,
Friday, April 04, 2008
When Is It My Turn On The Swing?
Thank goodness that day is almost over. I really have been counting the hours until our Fashion Friday rounds out our working week.
I realized something just a few minutes ago, maybe I really am more mature those who are my age. All this time I thought it was the other way around, and then I talked on the phone with a girl who is my age, and realized how unprofessional and/or stupid the rest of my peer may be.
My suggestion to you, when you are on the phone with your law office, even if it is just me you are talking to, you shouldn’t be trying to have another conversation, order food or answer your call waiting. (She did all three of these!) I understand that I am not the lawyer, but chances are I will have information for you that could change the rest of your life, so pay attention.
I have put together a draft 2008 Year in Review CD. Yes, I understand it is a little early, but this year I thought if I continued to put songs I enjoyed in a playlist it would be easier to figure out what works together and best sums up my year and then put together a final CD in December. Right now I have 22 songs in my newly minted playlist. Oh well, maybe it will be a double CD.
I debated all day whether or not to write something. After all it wasn’t as if yesterday was particularly awe inspiring. But walking back from our monthly Chinese catered staff meeting, I remembered an awkward story that I am sure the majority of you don’t know. I have seemed to block it out of my memory.
A few years ago I was unemployed. I know that sounds difficult to believe, I have a lot of employable skills, however, as much as I tried and as many interviews I went on, no one wanted to hire me.
After four months of this nonsense I found a job that seemed to look pretty good: Executive Assistant for a financial planning/accounting office. I applied for the job and was surprised when I got a phone call asking me to come for an interview.
I got the address of the office, which happened to be located in one of the taller buildings downtown, got dressed up in my nicest interview attire and with references in hand, went to the interview.
When I got to the building, I had a hard time finding the office. The company was not listed on the building directory, and the suite number I was given didn’t seem to be in existence. I phoned the office and told the person on the phone that I was having trouble locating the office. They agreed to have someone meet me in the lobby.
A few minutes later, a short, poorly dressed man greeted me. I followed him down a few flights of stairs and into a long dark hallway and into an “office” between two mechanical rooms.
No bigger than the office I currently possess, the room had a desk, a couch and all kinds of personal effects in it. There was bike in the corner, some clothes on the side of the couch and even a small fridge rounded out the “office”. Nervous and confused, I sat cautiously on the couch as the interview began.
After only a few minutes I had come to realize that this creepy man lived in his office, showered everyday at the YWCA, and my job would be to increase his business. If I was able to acquire clients for him, I would receive a percentage of the amount he was able to bill.
Realizing this wasn’t the job for me, or even really a job, I tried to get out the “office” as quickly as I was able. It seemed as if there was no escape and the questions just kept getting creepier and creepier, asking me if I would mind wearing dresses to the office, and then if he could drive my car and finally if he could stay at my house.
No longer caring and pretty terrified, I got up in the middle of his questioning and left the room. I all but started running down the hall when this man chased me down to ask if he could walk me to my car. Thinking as fast as the adrenaline would allow, I told him he could walk me over to the bank. More quick thinking blocked his attempted hug as we parted.
I went to my dad’s office, and basically fell apart realizing just how much danger I had really been in. I made a vow to only apply for jobs at accredited organizations.
Sorry to end today on such a creepy note. The mall awaits.
Here’s hoping you all have a wonderful weekend.
As Always,
I realized something just a few minutes ago, maybe I really am more mature those who are my age. All this time I thought it was the other way around, and then I talked on the phone with a girl who is my age, and realized how unprofessional and/or stupid the rest of my peer may be.
My suggestion to you, when you are on the phone with your law office, even if it is just me you are talking to, you shouldn’t be trying to have another conversation, order food or answer your call waiting. (She did all three of these!) I understand that I am not the lawyer, but chances are I will have information for you that could change the rest of your life, so pay attention.
I have put together a draft 2008 Year in Review CD. Yes, I understand it is a little early, but this year I thought if I continued to put songs I enjoyed in a playlist it would be easier to figure out what works together and best sums up my year and then put together a final CD in December. Right now I have 22 songs in my newly minted playlist. Oh well, maybe it will be a double CD.
I debated all day whether or not to write something. After all it wasn’t as if yesterday was particularly awe inspiring. But walking back from our monthly Chinese catered staff meeting, I remembered an awkward story that I am sure the majority of you don’t know. I have seemed to block it out of my memory.
A few years ago I was unemployed. I know that sounds difficult to believe, I have a lot of employable skills, however, as much as I tried and as many interviews I went on, no one wanted to hire me.
After four months of this nonsense I found a job that seemed to look pretty good: Executive Assistant for a financial planning/accounting office. I applied for the job and was surprised when I got a phone call asking me to come for an interview.
I got the address of the office, which happened to be located in one of the taller buildings downtown, got dressed up in my nicest interview attire and with references in hand, went to the interview.
When I got to the building, I had a hard time finding the office. The company was not listed on the building directory, and the suite number I was given didn’t seem to be in existence. I phoned the office and told the person on the phone that I was having trouble locating the office. They agreed to have someone meet me in the lobby.
A few minutes later, a short, poorly dressed man greeted me. I followed him down a few flights of stairs and into a long dark hallway and into an “office” between two mechanical rooms.
No bigger than the office I currently possess, the room had a desk, a couch and all kinds of personal effects in it. There was bike in the corner, some clothes on the side of the couch and even a small fridge rounded out the “office”. Nervous and confused, I sat cautiously on the couch as the interview began.
After only a few minutes I had come to realize that this creepy man lived in his office, showered everyday at the YWCA, and my job would be to increase his business. If I was able to acquire clients for him, I would receive a percentage of the amount he was able to bill.
Realizing this wasn’t the job for me, or even really a job, I tried to get out the “office” as quickly as I was able. It seemed as if there was no escape and the questions just kept getting creepier and creepier, asking me if I would mind wearing dresses to the office, and then if he could drive my car and finally if he could stay at my house.
No longer caring and pretty terrified, I got up in the middle of his questioning and left the room. I all but started running down the hall when this man chased me down to ask if he could walk me to my car. Thinking as fast as the adrenaline would allow, I told him he could walk me over to the bank. More quick thinking blocked his attempted hug as we parted.
I went to my dad’s office, and basically fell apart realizing just how much danger I had really been in. I made a vow to only apply for jobs at accredited organizations.
Sorry to end today on such a creepy note. The mall awaits.
Here’s hoping you all have a wonderful weekend.
As Always,
Thursday, April 03, 2008
It May Be A Moot Point
Sit down a minute. We need to talk.
I have come to the conclusion that I no longer understand people. It seems as if I have ended up in Bizzaro World. Everything seems to be playing out exactly backwards than I thought it would. People are happy when really they should be mad, the days are going by quickly, even though they are pretty void of activity, things that I thought would never happen, suddenly are in full bloom. At some point I blinked and the world changed. Somehow through all of this, I have managed to stay the exact same.
With 12.5 work hours left until the weekend, and the fact that more than half of my coworkers are away from the office, today has been very relaxed and slow-paced. Throw in some amazing cupcakes, a plethora of capris and crocks and today feels a lot more like a party than a place of business. I am still maintaining my professionalism and am continuing to pump out the quality work, all while wearing full length pants and non-rubberized shoes.
It has been two weeks since we officially welcomed spring, and to date I have only seen small, albeit odd, showings of Spring Fever. Has the curse finally been broken? Are we now too old to be trapped in the chase? Are we no longer willing to play this game? Or is it only a matter of time?
Anyways…
In this already abnormal post, let me tell you about our new favourite addiction and new TV on DVD to watch, Bones.
An uptight forensic anthropologist, a hot FBI agent and just enough sexual tension to drive you insane and you have a hit show. I have never seen one episode of CSI, not even Miami or New York, but I imagine it is a similar show. So give it a whirl, you might just like it.
Thanks to Jenny for, like all the other shows, bringing it to my attention. So excited to see how the episode we started watching last night turns out!
Well, I guess that is all for right now. Thanks for all of your love and support.
With everything that I am, everything I hope to be and of course with lots of love,
I have come to the conclusion that I no longer understand people. It seems as if I have ended up in Bizzaro World. Everything seems to be playing out exactly backwards than I thought it would. People are happy when really they should be mad, the days are going by quickly, even though they are pretty void of activity, things that I thought would never happen, suddenly are in full bloom. At some point I blinked and the world changed. Somehow through all of this, I have managed to stay the exact same.
With 12.5 work hours left until the weekend, and the fact that more than half of my coworkers are away from the office, today has been very relaxed and slow-paced. Throw in some amazing cupcakes, a plethora of capris and crocks and today feels a lot more like a party than a place of business. I am still maintaining my professionalism and am continuing to pump out the quality work, all while wearing full length pants and non-rubberized shoes.
It has been two weeks since we officially welcomed spring, and to date I have only seen small, albeit odd, showings of Spring Fever. Has the curse finally been broken? Are we now too old to be trapped in the chase? Are we no longer willing to play this game? Or is it only a matter of time?
Anyways…
In this already abnormal post, let me tell you about our new favourite addiction and new TV on DVD to watch, Bones.
An uptight forensic anthropologist, a hot FBI agent and just enough sexual tension to drive you insane and you have a hit show. I have never seen one episode of CSI, not even Miami or New York, but I imagine it is a similar show. So give it a whirl, you might just like it.
Thanks to Jenny for, like all the other shows, bringing it to my attention. So excited to see how the episode we started watching last night turns out!
Well, I guess that is all for right now. Thanks for all of your love and support.
With everything that I am, everything I hope to be and of course with lots of love,
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
I Shut My Mouth And Walk Away From The Memory Game
Well, it is official. We thought last year was so much fun that we would give it another shot. The original Trifecta of Awesome and funniest people you know are back at it as Ashley is legitimately regaining her southside status. Just sad that our weekly speakerphone counseling and conference calls are coming to an end, but now every night can be Wednesday night!
This morning I reread my old entries from April 2007 to find out just what we were up to last year. Surprisingly enough a year ago today, we were getting ready today come home from Conference. We watched as the sister missionaries yelled and belittled the senior couple at the Beehive House, bought the Willie Nelson Peach Cobbler ice cream and went back to temple square when everything else failed. It really was a fun trip, and I am sad that we couldn’t do it again this year, if only to try to meet up with Punch this year. (Although, he might be a figment of our imaginations as well.)
Last night, with the help of Ashley, I replaced the battery in my ipod. For months now, my ipod hasn’t really been itself. Between not turning on, to running out of battery ten minutes after charging, it seemed as if my old friend was headed to the electronics graveyard with my old cell phones, walkman and VCR. But yesterday, I thought I would give it one more chance as I decided to perform a little ipod open heart surgery and replace the battery.
After watching a ten-minute instructional video, Ashley and I poked and prodded at my ipod for at least half an hour to even get to the battery. Once we replaced it, it was only a matter of reversing the steps to get the ipod back together. Despite the scratches and dents, my ipod is behaving like new again, and has the same get up and go that it once did.
Ipod battery changing is not for the faint of heart. At one point it really did look like we were doing more harm to my friend than any actual help, but if your ipod seems to be on its last legs and acting up a lot more than usual, battery replacement may give it a new lease on life.
Looking forward to:
Finally getting groceries. It has been a while. Bring on the $2 cucumbers
Conference bingo and other modified conference games.
Whatever April might bring, or get rid of.
As Always,
This morning I reread my old entries from April 2007 to find out just what we were up to last year. Surprisingly enough a year ago today, we were getting ready today come home from Conference. We watched as the sister missionaries yelled and belittled the senior couple at the Beehive House, bought the Willie Nelson Peach Cobbler ice cream and went back to temple square when everything else failed. It really was a fun trip, and I am sad that we couldn’t do it again this year, if only to try to meet up with Punch this year. (Although, he might be a figment of our imaginations as well.)
Last night, with the help of Ashley, I replaced the battery in my ipod. For months now, my ipod hasn’t really been itself. Between not turning on, to running out of battery ten minutes after charging, it seemed as if my old friend was headed to the electronics graveyard with my old cell phones, walkman and VCR. But yesterday, I thought I would give it one more chance as I decided to perform a little ipod open heart surgery and replace the battery.
After watching a ten-minute instructional video, Ashley and I poked and prodded at my ipod for at least half an hour to even get to the battery. Once we replaced it, it was only a matter of reversing the steps to get the ipod back together. Despite the scratches and dents, my ipod is behaving like new again, and has the same get up and go that it once did.
Ipod battery changing is not for the faint of heart. At one point it really did look like we were doing more harm to my friend than any actual help, but if your ipod seems to be on its last legs and acting up a lot more than usual, battery replacement may give it a new lease on life.
Looking forward to:
Finally getting groceries. It has been a while. Bring on the $2 cucumbers
Conference bingo and other modified conference games.
Whatever April might bring, or get rid of.
As Always,
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
I’m Listening To Reason
Oh my, I’m back. Sorry for such a long sabbatical. Work last week seemed pretty hectic, and then I got sick. Cursed with some odd throat ailment, I came into the office, rundown and raspy voice in hand. To be honest my bark was much worse than my bite. But the nervous ladies, who apparently have poor immune systems, sent me home for the day. I didn’t protest too much, and I spent the next couple of days camped out watching daytime TV. Short of the Student Bodies that I was able to catch, (seriously, it is a good show.) daytime TV was disappointing at best.
Now back at work I am garnering all sorts of sympathy, as my voice has not returned to a normal frequency yet. And the week already has seen me quarantined from the rest of my coworkers. I don’t really mind, at least no one is bothering me. They are suggesting again today that I go home early, but I think I will solider on.
On Saturday, I was able to catch the theatrical showing of Beauty and the Beast in Calgary. At Christmas, Eric had voiced that he wanted to go to a concert or show before he left on his mission, and promptly tickets were purchased for this event.
Overall, the play was okay. Although if you have seen the movie, you have pretty much seen the play, well with the addition of some unnecessary songs, which just served the purpose of making the total running time three hours. True to the movie, the Beast was pretty ugly as a human. Seriously, why doesn’t Belle want to marry Gaston? I would pick Gaston over the Beast, hands down!
Despite not feeling up to my normal self and the below normal temperatures, I think we all had fun in Calgary. Congrats to Brent and Jen on their new house, and new furry addition to their family.
A sad announcement in the fact that it looks like we are losing Mary at our house. At least we have 30 more days together. Hopefully there are a lot more Jon and Kate Plus Eight marathons to watch this month. Confirmation hopefully tomorrow, but it looks like we are putting the band back together with A.F. Proof that as much as you try, friends really shouldn’t live in different houses.
I guess that is all for today, in my mind I felt like I had a lot more to write.
A Happy April Fool’s Day to all of you. The lame radio remembered this morning, but all of their jokes weren’t that funny. Please just remember I am not a fan of practical jokes, at all. I don’t think they are funny and will not laugh, so if you are looking for a light hearted participant, it isn’t me.
Looking forward to whatever April may bring. Good Luck to you all. God Speed as well.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
Now back at work I am garnering all sorts of sympathy, as my voice has not returned to a normal frequency yet. And the week already has seen me quarantined from the rest of my coworkers. I don’t really mind, at least no one is bothering me. They are suggesting again today that I go home early, but I think I will solider on.
On Saturday, I was able to catch the theatrical showing of Beauty and the Beast in Calgary. At Christmas, Eric had voiced that he wanted to go to a concert or show before he left on his mission, and promptly tickets were purchased for this event.
Overall, the play was okay. Although if you have seen the movie, you have pretty much seen the play, well with the addition of some unnecessary songs, which just served the purpose of making the total running time three hours. True to the movie, the Beast was pretty ugly as a human. Seriously, why doesn’t Belle want to marry Gaston? I would pick Gaston over the Beast, hands down!
Despite not feeling up to my normal self and the below normal temperatures, I think we all had fun in Calgary. Congrats to Brent and Jen on their new house, and new furry addition to their family.
A sad announcement in the fact that it looks like we are losing Mary at our house. At least we have 30 more days together. Hopefully there are a lot more Jon and Kate Plus Eight marathons to watch this month. Confirmation hopefully tomorrow, but it looks like we are putting the band back together with A.F. Proof that as much as you try, friends really shouldn’t live in different houses.
I guess that is all for today, in my mind I felt like I had a lot more to write.
A Happy April Fool’s Day to all of you. The lame radio remembered this morning, but all of their jokes weren’t that funny. Please just remember I am not a fan of practical jokes, at all. I don’t think they are funny and will not laugh, so if you are looking for a light hearted participant, it isn’t me.
Looking forward to whatever April may bring. Good Luck to you all. God Speed as well.
Keep doing what you’re doing.
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