Jenny came home last night and said to me, “What have you been up to?”
“Deciding that I am going to write a letter stating my disgust to MuchMusic. I just watched the worst show ever!” I replied.
“That is what you do, write letters.” Jenny laughed.
With the Olympics now over, I have had to return to my limited cable channels, alternating between MuchMusic and MTV. Both stations these days have little to no music actually on them. But MuchMusic is by far the stupider channel.
MuchMusic is just full of crude “humour” (nothing they do is funny), blatant swearing and more about celebrity gossip than any sort of music. (I don’t care what Lindsay Lohan is up to.)
I don’t watch MuchMusic too often, choosing the “reality” filled MTV, over its once superior counterpart. I would much rather watch a whole Hills marathon than ten minutes of “The Totally Untrue Story of….”
So, I wrote this letter. Just like my McDonalds outcome, I am not expecting anything to change, but someone at MuchMusic should be aware that I think their programming is stupid.
Only two hours left of work on this our last half Friday for the summer. After two months of only working four hours on Fridays, I am not sure how I am going to return to five, eight hour days.
Looking to a long weekend full of:
Gone With The Wind
Home Teaching
Ward Council
Tomfoolery
Sleeping
and you.
Yes I'm blue, but from holding my breath
Like I have from the start
I'm the villain and I should confess
I liked you better before
So long, so long and on to the next one
As Always,
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Same Beginning, Different Ending?
Sorry. I have been one lazy blogger as of late. It really isn’t from a lack of writing entries, just publishing entries. Once I reread what I had written, they all seemed a little too lame to publish, even for me. Hopefully there will be a lot of action this weekend to catch you all up on next week. (But don’t hold your breath)
Last night was an impromptu ladies night with Ashley and Jenny. We didn’t do anything overly fascinating, but it is just fun to swap stories. We got increasingly noisier and sillier as the night went on, but it seemed just like the days of yore all over again. How we ever got anything done while we all lived together, I still don’t know.
Jenny and I decided the other night that short of eviction or some sort of miracle, we wanted to stay in our apartment for as long as we could, and that it was probably time to unpack the rest of our boxes and not pretend we are hobos or nomads. So we got some shelves to house our vast, mostly romantic comedy, DVD collection. What a difference just one simple piece of organization has made!
Hopefully this has inspired us enough to clean out our storage room. After we moved, we always intended to fully unpack and keep organized, but of course we never really made the time to do it.
No major, major plans for the long weekend, yet. Bookclub is getting set to watch Gone With The Wind and finally move on to another book. I am not super excited about starting a new book, because, to tell you the truth, the reading is the worst part of the club. Maybe I need to find a new club to join.
Looking forward to Friday.
Not even thinking about you.
Desperately searching for my copy of “The Rules”.
Waiting for your call, again.
Fingers crossed.
As Always,
Last night was an impromptu ladies night with Ashley and Jenny. We didn’t do anything overly fascinating, but it is just fun to swap stories. We got increasingly noisier and sillier as the night went on, but it seemed just like the days of yore all over again. How we ever got anything done while we all lived together, I still don’t know.
Jenny and I decided the other night that short of eviction or some sort of miracle, we wanted to stay in our apartment for as long as we could, and that it was probably time to unpack the rest of our boxes and not pretend we are hobos or nomads. So we got some shelves to house our vast, mostly romantic comedy, DVD collection. What a difference just one simple piece of organization has made!
Hopefully this has inspired us enough to clean out our storage room. After we moved, we always intended to fully unpack and keep organized, but of course we never really made the time to do it.
No major, major plans for the long weekend, yet. Bookclub is getting set to watch Gone With The Wind and finally move on to another book. I am not super excited about starting a new book, because, to tell you the truth, the reading is the worst part of the club. Maybe I need to find a new club to join.
Looking forward to Friday.
Not even thinking about you.
Desperately searching for my copy of “The Rules”.
Waiting for your call, again.
Fingers crossed.
As Always,
Monday, August 25, 2008
This Could Be Nothing, But I’m Willing To Give It A Try
I am beginning to think that upcoming book club meetings will be rather short, considering that now more than half of the members are reading this mess. Now that you will have an up-to-date, as it happens, information, I will have no fantastic stories for you all. We had better read a pretty enthralling book to make up for this loss.
But welcome readers, both new and old, to this jumble. Good luck.
Jenny and I did stuff on the weekend. I slept in late. We, of course, went to the mall in search of something for Smokin’ Hot Sunday, and rounded out the weekend with a Weekday Eve of sorts.
Saturday night, with not much going on, and Jenny venturing off to see ‘80s pop star turned Canadian Idol judge, Sass Jordan, I ventured to the grocery store alone. At the store, somewhere between my watermelon and bagels, I ran into a whole throng of people from my ward on their own shopping adventure. We exchanged hellos, and one of the people in the group was shocked to see me out, alone on a Saturday night, let alone grocery shopping. I explained that Jenny and I were getting quite hungry at the house without food. The conversation of amazement continued until I left them to carry on my grocery shopping and apparently, get back the rock star life I live.
However our grocery store conversation still continued, when on Sunday I came to church and one of the grocery shopping gang, explained to his friend that he had caught me grocery shopping alone on Saturday night. The friend’s mouth swung open with disbelief, and said, “I just don’t think of you doing something like grocery shopping. I figured you would have hired someone to do that for you.” I shook my head and joking explained my excitement in participating in menial tasks just like the common folks.
Who knew I was such a diva?
So to live up to my exhilarating reputation and trying to recapture our glory days, Jenny and I hosted a hotdog filled Weekday Eve last night. I am not sure if the location change has thrown everyone off, or if hotdogs are just so last year, but I think we hosted our last Sunday night fete.
A couple of years ago I talked about the Cusp of Greatness, a feeling that something new was just around the corner. But from the events of the past month, I can feel the winds of change blowing. And while I was maybe uncertain to let go of the past, I am now ready to move on. So hello to September and a goodbye to Summer 2008.
Wondering, if ever, you will call.
Patiently waiting to be chased.
Finding this all a little more than bizarre.
Good luck, and please, please God Speed.
As Always,
But welcome readers, both new and old, to this jumble. Good luck.
Jenny and I did stuff on the weekend. I slept in late. We, of course, went to the mall in search of something for Smokin’ Hot Sunday, and rounded out the weekend with a Weekday Eve of sorts.
Saturday night, with not much going on, and Jenny venturing off to see ‘80s pop star turned Canadian Idol judge, Sass Jordan, I ventured to the grocery store alone. At the store, somewhere between my watermelon and bagels, I ran into a whole throng of people from my ward on their own shopping adventure. We exchanged hellos, and one of the people in the group was shocked to see me out, alone on a Saturday night, let alone grocery shopping. I explained that Jenny and I were getting quite hungry at the house without food. The conversation of amazement continued until I left them to carry on my grocery shopping and apparently, get back the rock star life I live.
However our grocery store conversation still continued, when on Sunday I came to church and one of the grocery shopping gang, explained to his friend that he had caught me grocery shopping alone on Saturday night. The friend’s mouth swung open with disbelief, and said, “I just don’t think of you doing something like grocery shopping. I figured you would have hired someone to do that for you.” I shook my head and joking explained my excitement in participating in menial tasks just like the common folks.
Who knew I was such a diva?
So to live up to my exhilarating reputation and trying to recapture our glory days, Jenny and I hosted a hotdog filled Weekday Eve last night. I am not sure if the location change has thrown everyone off, or if hotdogs are just so last year, but I think we hosted our last Sunday night fete.
A couple of years ago I talked about the Cusp of Greatness, a feeling that something new was just around the corner. But from the events of the past month, I can feel the winds of change blowing. And while I was maybe uncertain to let go of the past, I am now ready to move on. So hello to September and a goodbye to Summer 2008.
Wondering, if ever, you will call.
Patiently waiting to be chased.
Finding this all a little more than bizarre.
Good luck, and please, please God Speed.
As Always,
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Losing My Grip But Not Feeling That Bad
I just heard from Eric! He was able to call during his stops between flights, so I got a call from Miami. We seriously only had one minute to talk as his phone card was running out. He was excited to get the seat next to the window on the plane from Miami to the Dominican.
He seemed happy and excited. Plus, he said, “Keep writing! Your letters are the best.” Now maybe he says that to everyone, but I like to believe my letters are probably the best. They are modelled after these posts, so come on, you would be excited to get that in the mail.
I found this on a random blog I was reading today. I figured it had been a couple of weeks since I did a list or questions, so please enjoy.
A.
Attached or single?
I am attached to myself; however, I am a single entity
B.
Best friend?
You. Just because you are reading this!
C.
Cake or pie?
Cake. There is never a day when cake is not appropriate.
D.
Day of Choice?
The 15th of any month, because we finally get paid.
E.
Essential Item?
Ipod
F.
Favorite color?
I love to wear black and grey, but I love the background colour of my blog.
G.
Gummy bears or worms?
They taste the same. Bears are always a bad idea; you can eat handfuls without even thinking. It is only later that the stomachache comes.
H.
Hometown?
I am hometown-less. I think of Lethbridge only as a holding area.
I.
Favorite indulgence?
Magazines, mascara, “vacation” cheese
J.
January or July?
Both of these months have the same problem, both have 31 days in them and their holiday is the very first day of the month.
K.
Kids?
Just one dog-niece
L.
Life isn't complete without?
You.
M.
Marriage Date?
Somewhere between today, and June 9, 2081
N.
Number of brothers and sisters?
Two brothers! How lucky can one girl get.
O.
Oranges or apples?
I love oranges and have turned picky about apples, but a good taste-test winning apple is fantastic.
P.
Phobias?
Michael Jackson, the dump, the circus, clowns
Q.
Quotes?
“We don’t feed the Kaiser.”
“We work until the work gets done.”
“Go to bed, right to bed.”
“Hear me now, believe me later.”
R.
Reasons to smile?
The weekend is soon upon us!
S.
Season of choice?
Fall!
T.
Tag 5 people
Put this on your blog if you want. But if you don’t want to, that is okay to.
U.
Unknown fact about me?
I wrote an award winning short story in Grade 7, I am the reining Miss Victoria Park, I make a mean cheesecake, I hate beef stroganoff, I am afraid of the bathroom at our office.
W.
Worst habit?
I use to bite by nails, but somehow, and I have no idea how I did it, but I don’t anymore.
X.
X-ray or ultrasound?
Seeing as I have never had an ultrasound, who knows. But I am not overly fond of getting x-rays done when I am at the dentist.
Y.
Your favorite food?
Mexican
Z.
Zodiac sign?
Gemini
Friday tomorrow!
Looking forward to all that is yet to come.
With everything I am or am yet to be,
He seemed happy and excited. Plus, he said, “Keep writing! Your letters are the best.” Now maybe he says that to everyone, but I like to believe my letters are probably the best. They are modelled after these posts, so come on, you would be excited to get that in the mail.
I found this on a random blog I was reading today. I figured it had been a couple of weeks since I did a list or questions, so please enjoy.
A.
Attached or single?
I am attached to myself; however, I am a single entity
B.
Best friend?
You. Just because you are reading this!
C.
Cake or pie?
Cake. There is never a day when cake is not appropriate.
D.
Day of Choice?
The 15th of any month, because we finally get paid.
E.
Essential Item?
Ipod
F.
Favorite color?
I love to wear black and grey, but I love the background colour of my blog.
G.
Gummy bears or worms?
They taste the same. Bears are always a bad idea; you can eat handfuls without even thinking. It is only later that the stomachache comes.
H.
Hometown?
I am hometown-less. I think of Lethbridge only as a holding area.
I.
Favorite indulgence?
Magazines, mascara, “vacation” cheese
J.
January or July?
Both of these months have the same problem, both have 31 days in them and their holiday is the very first day of the month.
K.
Kids?
Just one dog-niece
L.
Life isn't complete without?
You.
M.
Marriage Date?
Somewhere between today, and June 9, 2081
N.
Number of brothers and sisters?
Two brothers! How lucky can one girl get.
O.
Oranges or apples?
I love oranges and have turned picky about apples, but a good taste-test winning apple is fantastic.
P.
Phobias?
Michael Jackson, the dump, the circus, clowns
Q.
Quotes?
“We don’t feed the Kaiser.”
“We work until the work gets done.”
“Go to bed, right to bed.”
“Hear me now, believe me later.”
R.
Reasons to smile?
The weekend is soon upon us!
S.
Season of choice?
Fall!
T.
Tag 5 people
Put this on your blog if you want. But if you don’t want to, that is okay to.
U.
Unknown fact about me?
I wrote an award winning short story in Grade 7, I am the reining Miss Victoria Park, I make a mean cheesecake, I hate beef stroganoff, I am afraid of the bathroom at our office.
W.
Worst habit?
I use to bite by nails, but somehow, and I have no idea how I did it, but I don’t anymore.
X.
X-ray or ultrasound?
Seeing as I have never had an ultrasound, who knows. But I am not overly fond of getting x-rays done when I am at the dentist.
Y.
Your favorite food?
Mexican
Z.
Zodiac sign?
Gemini
Friday tomorrow!
Looking forward to all that is yet to come.
With everything I am or am yet to be,
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
In Search Of Smooth Sailing
Okay, just forgive me for a minute, but I just need to say this. Jenny and I sadly finished Veronica Mars last night, and if you happened to be wondering around our house at 8pm, I am sure you heard our gasps, followed by extremely loud booing. Of course, I don’t think everyone thought that would be the final season, as the last episode seemed to open up more cans of worms that it solved, but knowing that was it, Jenny and I were devastated with the unanswered questions and cliffhanger ending.
All of our friends tried to warn us before we got to the end, but insisted that we should watch the Season Four preview to see the glory that Veronica Mars was headed to. So, full of hope for some answers, Jenny and I put in the Season Four preview and held our breath waiting to hear some good news. All of the sudden, the storyline jumped five years into the future. When we left season three, Veronica was in college experiencing the ups and downs of post high school life, all while continuing her Nancy Drew like tendencies. And now, here she was Veronica Mars, FBI. Excuse me!
Had the show continued to season seven, Jenny and I would have gone along with the FBI storyline, but to jump that much time in just one short summer, made us glad to formulate our own ending, and grateful to avoid the new season.
Jenny and I might actually love the supporting characters as much, if not more, than Veronica. So where was the bad boy turned cute boyfriend, Logan, in this new season? Where was her quirky, lovable Dad? Even Sax, the funny, mustached, sheriff’s department deputy?
Just know that we are disappointed, but thankful to Veronica Mars for giving us three solid weeks of entertainment. We have decided to take a break from our DVD watching. I guess it is time we actually attempt a social life again.
If you wonder what kind of luck I have these days, here is a story for you. Last night after working an extra hour of overtime, I headed home. While stopped at a red light, my car was rear-ended. No longer surprised with anything associated with my car, I pulled over to assess that damage.
As I got out of the car, I noticed the offending car drive off too quick to even half memorize a license plate number. With shock, I found the back end of my car perfectly fine. No dents, scrapes, or even paint transfer, pretty amazing considering how hard the car ran into me. So a big thank you to the angels for again watching out for me. I know this isn’t the first time I have been saved in my car.
Good luck to Elder Forsyth in the MTC, I really hope you are able to find Eric in your short time together. And safe travels to Eric as he apparently heads into a tropical storm on Thursday.
Thankful for all I have but don’t deserve. Looking forward to everything yet to come.
All of our friends tried to warn us before we got to the end, but insisted that we should watch the Season Four preview to see the glory that Veronica Mars was headed to. So, full of hope for some answers, Jenny and I put in the Season Four preview and held our breath waiting to hear some good news. All of the sudden, the storyline jumped five years into the future. When we left season three, Veronica was in college experiencing the ups and downs of post high school life, all while continuing her Nancy Drew like tendencies. And now, here she was Veronica Mars, FBI. Excuse me!
Had the show continued to season seven, Jenny and I would have gone along with the FBI storyline, but to jump that much time in just one short summer, made us glad to formulate our own ending, and grateful to avoid the new season.
Jenny and I might actually love the supporting characters as much, if not more, than Veronica. So where was the bad boy turned cute boyfriend, Logan, in this new season? Where was her quirky, lovable Dad? Even Sax, the funny, mustached, sheriff’s department deputy?
Just know that we are disappointed, but thankful to Veronica Mars for giving us three solid weeks of entertainment. We have decided to take a break from our DVD watching. I guess it is time we actually attempt a social life again.
If you wonder what kind of luck I have these days, here is a story for you. Last night after working an extra hour of overtime, I headed home. While stopped at a red light, my car was rear-ended. No longer surprised with anything associated with my car, I pulled over to assess that damage.
As I got out of the car, I noticed the offending car drive off too quick to even half memorize a license plate number. With shock, I found the back end of my car perfectly fine. No dents, scrapes, or even paint transfer, pretty amazing considering how hard the car ran into me. So a big thank you to the angels for again watching out for me. I know this isn’t the first time I have been saved in my car.
Good luck to Elder Forsyth in the MTC, I really hope you are able to find Eric in your short time together. And safe travels to Eric as he apparently heads into a tropical storm on Thursday.
Thankful for all I have but don’t deserve. Looking forward to everything yet to come.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Where Are You And Where Did You Go?
Do you ever wonder how you can win Denise over? Do you lie in bed at night and think, “Heaven only knows what fantastically amazing thing I could do to thank Denise for her all round awesomeness”?
Well, let me just tell you when making these plans what not to include, a pancake breakfast.
Years of me ranting have hopefully clued you all in that I am not a fan of the early morning or even late morning or really any part of the morning. But it might be news to you that I am not fond, at all, of pancakes.
This morning I was privileged enough to attend a rooftop breakfast at 7:30. Yes, complete with pancakes. It has been a long day already, and sadly we aren’t even half way through.
Jenny and I channelled our inner Michael Phelps and went swimming last night. Finding a way to relieve ourselves of our warmish house, we decided to take advantage of the fact that we live across the street from a swimming pool.
Thankfully Jenny is about as much of a real swimmer as I am, and we spent our time in the more shallow end watching the diving board antics. The swimming really did it’s job and we returned home happier and at least ten degrees cooler.
The news the other night commented on the increased swimming pool attendance due to the Olympics, kids and adults alike, all trying to recreate the events they had just watched on TV.
A long time ago, when I was either in Grade Five or Six, our town’s diving club came to our class trying to recruit new members. Definitely intrigued, I took the sign-up form home to ask my mom if I could become a diver.
My mom pointed out the fact that I was afraid of deep water, afraid of heights and didn’t like to put my head underwater as reason why I shouldn’t join the club. I told her that none of that mattered, and begged her to join. However, I never did join the team.
Now in my mom’s defence, it is really is true, all of the factors she mentioned would deter me from Olympic glory, but I am still sad every time diving is on TV, thinking about my missed medal.
Hoping for better tomorrow.
Grateful for all of the helping hands.
As Always,
Well, let me just tell you when making these plans what not to include, a pancake breakfast.
Years of me ranting have hopefully clued you all in that I am not a fan of the early morning or even late morning or really any part of the morning. But it might be news to you that I am not fond, at all, of pancakes.
This morning I was privileged enough to attend a rooftop breakfast at 7:30. Yes, complete with pancakes. It has been a long day already, and sadly we aren’t even half way through.
Jenny and I channelled our inner Michael Phelps and went swimming last night. Finding a way to relieve ourselves of our warmish house, we decided to take advantage of the fact that we live across the street from a swimming pool.
Thankfully Jenny is about as much of a real swimmer as I am, and we spent our time in the more shallow end watching the diving board antics. The swimming really did it’s job and we returned home happier and at least ten degrees cooler.
The news the other night commented on the increased swimming pool attendance due to the Olympics, kids and adults alike, all trying to recreate the events they had just watched on TV.
A long time ago, when I was either in Grade Five or Six, our town’s diving club came to our class trying to recruit new members. Definitely intrigued, I took the sign-up form home to ask my mom if I could become a diver.
My mom pointed out the fact that I was afraid of deep water, afraid of heights and didn’t like to put my head underwater as reason why I shouldn’t join the club. I told her that none of that mattered, and begged her to join. However, I never did join the team.
Now in my mom’s defence, it is really is true, all of the factors she mentioned would deter me from Olympic glory, but I am still sad every time diving is on TV, thinking about my missed medal.
Hoping for better tomorrow.
Grateful for all of the helping hands.
As Always,
Monday, August 18, 2008
A Punch Would Leave A Mark, But Then Again, A Slap Would Be More Ladylike
For some unknown reason, Jenny loves when I put my hair up. Maybe because I don’t wear it up very often. So just for Jenny, I pulled my almost obnoxiously long hair into a small bun for work today. The office is a buzz with excitement, and I have been receiving way too many compliments for the amount of effort exerted into looking this good. Not a bad way to start week. Thank goodness I have natural beauty.
Don’t worry for all of those, mostly Americans, who are not following the Canadian Olympic Medal Count, as from my last post we now have a whole slew of medals: gold, silver and bronze. And while we are nowhere near the top of the leader board, we all seem to be happy with the amount we have. Way to go Canada! We are proud!
So we got a new Bishopric on Sunday. In a normal family ward, this doesn’t seem to be as traumatic, after all, chances are you already know the new bishop, and you can talk to the old bishop whenever you want because you will be in the same ward.
Being in YSA, your bishop could be anyone in the Stake, people you know, or maybe those you don’t. But sadly you won’t get to see your old bishop every week as he returns to his family ward.
It might sound a little weird, but my friends and I hung out with our old bishop quite often. Since their children were so far away, we became adopted children, and we spent a little bit of time in the past three years at his house, playing games, eating food, looking for birds, watching various DVDs and of course talking about boys. It was always funny, and our bishop always welcomed my friends and me to his home with open arms.
This change has been anticipated since June, however, with each week that rolled by, we cheered as we continued in the three year norm we had become accustomed to.
But, all good things must come to an end. We said a sad so long to our old bishop and wished him well in the ever so noisy family ward. I know we are all excited about our new bishopric and look forward to the upcoming weeks and new start in September.
Thanks to:
Everyone for the pot luck fun!
The Hills marathon
Bonfires and hotdogs
The Keg
The Trifecta of Hot
Bishop Smith, Brother Crofts and Brother Thomsen
Excellent ribs
A few cute kisses
Veronica Mars
And everything else I have but don’t deserve.
Looking ahead to the weeks to come.
Disappointed, but not surprised.
As Always,
Don’t worry for all of those, mostly Americans, who are not following the Canadian Olympic Medal Count, as from my last post we now have a whole slew of medals: gold, silver and bronze. And while we are nowhere near the top of the leader board, we all seem to be happy with the amount we have. Way to go Canada! We are proud!
So we got a new Bishopric on Sunday. In a normal family ward, this doesn’t seem to be as traumatic, after all, chances are you already know the new bishop, and you can talk to the old bishop whenever you want because you will be in the same ward.
Being in YSA, your bishop could be anyone in the Stake, people you know, or maybe those you don’t. But sadly you won’t get to see your old bishop every week as he returns to his family ward.
It might sound a little weird, but my friends and I hung out with our old bishop quite often. Since their children were so far away, we became adopted children, and we spent a little bit of time in the past three years at his house, playing games, eating food, looking for birds, watching various DVDs and of course talking about boys. It was always funny, and our bishop always welcomed my friends and me to his home with open arms.
This change has been anticipated since June, however, with each week that rolled by, we cheered as we continued in the three year norm we had become accustomed to.
But, all good things must come to an end. We said a sad so long to our old bishop and wished him well in the ever so noisy family ward. I know we are all excited about our new bishopric and look forward to the upcoming weeks and new start in September.
Thanks to:
Everyone for the pot luck fun!
The Hills marathon
Bonfires and hotdogs
The Keg
The Trifecta of Hot
Bishop Smith, Brother Crofts and Brother Thomsen
Excellent ribs
A few cute kisses
Veronica Mars
And everything else I have but don’t deserve.
Looking ahead to the weeks to come.
Disappointed, but not surprised.
As Always,
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Little Short On Understanding
Hey it’s Friday! Hey it’s Friday! This week has been overly long. I have been waiting since Tuesday for the weekend to begin.
Our book club assignment is to finish Gone With The Wind. I have a little more than 400 pages until the disappointing ending. Book Club is always such a funny night. Considering Jenny and I are now shut ins, Book Club is usually the only night of the week that I venture out of my house in search of socialization. Thanks to all the ladies for the funny laughs and wonderful opinions, even if we only discuss the book for five minutes. I am so excited to start Where’s Waldo next month! (Please! I just read Gone With The Wind! I can’t read another long book!)
I am tarting myself up tonight and attending our ward potluck in hopes of beginning my fall conquest a little early. Keep your fingers crossed! Someday this is surely to work.
The Olympics have continued, and all without any medals for Canada. Of course, this has been the water cooler conversation for the past couple of days; no one really wants to admit that we might not be the best at every competition we enter. But really, we are not doing that bad, usually coming in fourth or fifth, just shy of a medal, every time. If only there was a brass medal or a tin medal.
Yesterday, coming home from work, I listened to various Olympic comments on the talk radio station (Yes, I am my father’s daughter.) where it was suggested that Canada pull out of the Olympics all together. Apparently, if we can’t win, we are just going to take our ball and go home.
Personally, I am not sure why we are so worried. Just as the saying at my house goes, “We’re baseball men”, so to should Canada understand that “We’re Winter Olympic men”, and that all the lost medals will quickly be made up as soon as Team Canada wins the gold medal in hockey again. After all, we have the home court advantage in 2010 hosting the Olympics in Vancouver.
We still have ten days of Summer Olympic competition, and even if we come home empty handed, we cannot fault you for your valiant efforts. Great job athletes!
So to my dear fellow Canadians, fear not, “We’ll Get Them in the Playoffs”
Thanks to everyone for a pretty decent week.
Waiting for a new letter from Elder Garner. Testify!
Another try this Sunday?
Good luck to you all. Please, God Speed.
As Always,
Our book club assignment is to finish Gone With The Wind. I have a little more than 400 pages until the disappointing ending. Book Club is always such a funny night. Considering Jenny and I are now shut ins, Book Club is usually the only night of the week that I venture out of my house in search of socialization. Thanks to all the ladies for the funny laughs and wonderful opinions, even if we only discuss the book for five minutes. I am so excited to start Where’s Waldo next month! (Please! I just read Gone With The Wind! I can’t read another long book!)
I am tarting myself up tonight and attending our ward potluck in hopes of beginning my fall conquest a little early. Keep your fingers crossed! Someday this is surely to work.
The Olympics have continued, and all without any medals for Canada. Of course, this has been the water cooler conversation for the past couple of days; no one really wants to admit that we might not be the best at every competition we enter. But really, we are not doing that bad, usually coming in fourth or fifth, just shy of a medal, every time. If only there was a brass medal or a tin medal.
Yesterday, coming home from work, I listened to various Olympic comments on the talk radio station (Yes, I am my father’s daughter.) where it was suggested that Canada pull out of the Olympics all together. Apparently, if we can’t win, we are just going to take our ball and go home.
Personally, I am not sure why we are so worried. Just as the saying at my house goes, “We’re baseball men”, so to should Canada understand that “We’re Winter Olympic men”, and that all the lost medals will quickly be made up as soon as Team Canada wins the gold medal in hockey again. After all, we have the home court advantage in 2010 hosting the Olympics in Vancouver.
We still have ten days of Summer Olympic competition, and even if we come home empty handed, we cannot fault you for your valiant efforts. Great job athletes!
So to my dear fellow Canadians, fear not, “We’ll Get Them in the Playoffs”
Thanks to everyone for a pretty decent week.
Waiting for a new letter from Elder Garner. Testify!
Another try this Sunday?
Good luck to you all. Please, God Speed.
As Always,
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Everything Left Was Unspoken
"Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing."
--Robert Benchley
--Robert Benchley
Monday, August 11, 2008
Delivered Via Fax
The weekend was a funny one. Jenny and I powered through a Veronica Mars marathon on Saturday, we have just begun the third season. I was relieved to know we still had our bishopric, for at least another week.
On Friday night, Jenny and I decided to forego our normal movie watching gang, and head to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. Jenny and I have both read the books and had seen the first movie, so we figured it would be a lighthearted way to begin the weekend.
When Jenny and I entered the theatre, we found what was the female equivalent of Transformers. Every seat in the theatre was taken, and finding seats not in the front row was a challenge. Jenny and I soon realized we were the oldest people in the theatre as the preview for High School Musical 3 came on and the theatre erupted with chatter, applause and screaming, every time Zac Effron came on screen.
The whole movie continued like that, as the theatre was full of gasps, sobbing and broke out in full applause after the movie was finished. Jenny and I seemed to be the only ones laughing at the more subtle jokes and couldn’t believe it when the theatre truly was shocked at the noticeable plot twists.
As Jenny and I walked out of the theatre a group of girls ahead of us were a buzz about the fantastic movie they had just watched and were already making plans to watch it, in the theatre an additional 2 times.
The movie was okay, good enough for a girl’s night out. Jenny and I felt sorry for the handful of guys that were dragged to it.
Are you not all loving the Olympics? The opening ceremonies were a fantastic display of precision and amazing fireworks! Sadly, with our limited cable, I am only able to catch snippets of events, but everything seems so exciting so far. No Canadian medal, yet, but I am not worried.
I fell completely head over heals in love with all Olympics, both summer and winter after the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary. Read the story here.
Hey, guess who I got a wedding invitation from? This guy.
For all of you who don’t know the story, he is the one I coined the phrase, “We Didn’t Date, But We Sure Broke Up.” Don’t worry, I have officially moved on, quite a while ago, but considering since we haven’t really said two words to each other since our Tim Horton’s debacle, it was kinda weird to get the invitation.
Good luck to Jenny as she begins her adult life. I always love the first days of new jobs, not wanting to overwhelm the new person, the first day is usually spent becoming acquainted with your stapler and other office supplies, reading boring office manuals, and finally towards the end of the day, learning how to turn on your computer.
Hoping for a great week.
Don’t worry, I will call again this Saturday.
As Always,
On Friday night, Jenny and I decided to forego our normal movie watching gang, and head to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. Jenny and I have both read the books and had seen the first movie, so we figured it would be a lighthearted way to begin the weekend.
When Jenny and I entered the theatre, we found what was the female equivalent of Transformers. Every seat in the theatre was taken, and finding seats not in the front row was a challenge. Jenny and I soon realized we were the oldest people in the theatre as the preview for High School Musical 3 came on and the theatre erupted with chatter, applause and screaming, every time Zac Effron came on screen.
The whole movie continued like that, as the theatre was full of gasps, sobbing and broke out in full applause after the movie was finished. Jenny and I seemed to be the only ones laughing at the more subtle jokes and couldn’t believe it when the theatre truly was shocked at the noticeable plot twists.
As Jenny and I walked out of the theatre a group of girls ahead of us were a buzz about the fantastic movie they had just watched and were already making plans to watch it, in the theatre an additional 2 times.
The movie was okay, good enough for a girl’s night out. Jenny and I felt sorry for the handful of guys that were dragged to it.
Are you not all loving the Olympics? The opening ceremonies were a fantastic display of precision and amazing fireworks! Sadly, with our limited cable, I am only able to catch snippets of events, but everything seems so exciting so far. No Canadian medal, yet, but I am not worried.
I fell completely head over heals in love with all Olympics, both summer and winter after the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary. Read the story here.
Hey, guess who I got a wedding invitation from? This guy.
For all of you who don’t know the story, he is the one I coined the phrase, “We Didn’t Date, But We Sure Broke Up.” Don’t worry, I have officially moved on, quite a while ago, but considering since we haven’t really said two words to each other since our Tim Horton’s debacle, it was kinda weird to get the invitation.
Good luck to Jenny as she begins her adult life. I always love the first days of new jobs, not wanting to overwhelm the new person, the first day is usually spent becoming acquainted with your stapler and other office supplies, reading boring office manuals, and finally towards the end of the day, learning how to turn on your computer.
Hoping for a great week.
Don’t worry, I will call again this Saturday.
As Always,
Friday, August 08, 2008
I Didn’t Need A New Post This Bad
Does anyone remember the last time my car was broken into? Well, forget about that, and be excited that one day short of a month, my car was broken into again!
Yes, you did read that right. I came outside this morning to come to work, and there was my door again half open. (Could you at least shut the door?) I knew exactly what had happened and kicked the tires as I entered my newly ransacked vehicle. They took nothing. But then again it has been less than a month since my last break in and so I haven’t really had time to stock my car with stealable goodies.
I don’t even have anything else to say.
God speed, please.
Not looking too forward to Sunday, for both reasons.
Hope you have a better weekend.
As Always,
Yes, you did read that right. I came outside this morning to come to work, and there was my door again half open. (Could you at least shut the door?) I knew exactly what had happened and kicked the tires as I entered my newly ransacked vehicle. They took nothing. But then again it has been less than a month since my last break in and so I haven’t really had time to stock my car with stealable goodies.
I don’t even have anything else to say.
God speed, please.
Not looking too forward to Sunday, for both reasons.
Hope you have a better weekend.
As Always,
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Mr. Goodbars, You And Other Things I Don’t Think Are That Awesome
I work in the ever bustling downtown Lethbridge. Okay, stop laughing. It might not be New York City busy, or even downtown Calgary hectic, but it seems to do well on its own.
On one of the buildings across from our office building is this awesome piece of graffiti.
On one of the buildings across from our office building is this awesome piece of graffiti.
I am not sure why 1983 is the chosen year to grow up, but I laughed just as hard everyday when I see it as the first day I ever found it, years and year before I dreamed of working downtown. It seemed to be great advice to live by. I teasingly said it to Jenny when things didn’t go my way. Thought it in my head countless times as people whined. Have it center of my desktop background on our computer at home. I never got tired of it: It’s 1983, Grow Up!
Recently, I noticed the city, in an effort to clean up and revitalize the downtown, organized a task force. They pulled weeds, planted flowers and removed unwanted graffiti.
Never believing that my favourite saying was unwanted graffiti, I was shocked and appalled as rounded the corner to return to my office and found people, definitely born after 1983, with stiff bristled brushes and sudsy water removing my daily laugh.
All there is now is a few white streaks where once the greatest piece of graffiti existed.
Still trying to figure it out.
Good Luck. Keeping my fingers crossed.
As Always,
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Skydiving, Confrontation And Other Things I Don’t Want To Try
Don’t worry. We heard from Eric today, and he seems to be doing well. He is already throwing around a lot of Spanish (which I can only guess will get more frequent) and like my older brother, already has distorted memories of saying goodbye at the MTC.
I am not sure how Jenny did it, but she waited a whole week to search out the second season of Veronica Mars so that we could watch it together. Luckily for us, one of our friends had the whole series on DVD, and so we wouldn’t have to spend hours downloading, or shell out $50.00 to figure out what happened next. Why didn’t we think of DVD sharing earlier? (If you have something good to temporarily trade to us, come swap us for How I Met Your Mother or Bones.)
We excitedly watched six episodes last night. (Doing stuff outside, or have friends is for fools!) We wished for the bad boy to be good again, we turned up our noses at the aloof boyfriend, gasped in shock as old characters and storylines reappeared. Sadly we are hooked. Any suggestions as to what we should take up after we finish yet another series?
Sadly I don’t even have a fantastic Story of the Day (and yes, Jenny, I sang that) to leave you all with. So I thought I would leave you with a gem that I sent into Odd Todd a few months ago. He posted a new bad neighbour story every Friday, and excitedly, I was featured with this nugget. Enjoy!
“Growing up I lived on a normal suburban street. We knew our neighbours well enough. We didn’t hang out all the time, but we were always friendly to each other and got invited to the occasional BBQ.
The only problem with these neighbours, it that they were copycats. Every time we mowed our lawn, they mowed their lawn. Every time we shoveled our sidewalk, they shoveled their sidewalk. Soon they started copying us even more. My parents built a deck; my neighbours built a deck. My parents had our kitchen renovated; our neighbours had their kitchen renovated. My parents bought new furniture, well, you guessed it, our neighbours bought new furniture.
But the real kicker was when my parents decided to sell our house. You will never believe it, but, yup, our neighbours sold their house too!”
Grateful for all that I have.
Take wooden nickels, only if there is nothing else left to take.
As Always,
I am not sure how Jenny did it, but she waited a whole week to search out the second season of Veronica Mars so that we could watch it together. Luckily for us, one of our friends had the whole series on DVD, and so we wouldn’t have to spend hours downloading, or shell out $50.00 to figure out what happened next. Why didn’t we think of DVD sharing earlier? (If you have something good to temporarily trade to us, come swap us for How I Met Your Mother or Bones.)
We excitedly watched six episodes last night. (Doing stuff outside, or have friends is for fools!) We wished for the bad boy to be good again, we turned up our noses at the aloof boyfriend, gasped in shock as old characters and storylines reappeared. Sadly we are hooked. Any suggestions as to what we should take up after we finish yet another series?
Sadly I don’t even have a fantastic Story of the Day (and yes, Jenny, I sang that) to leave you all with. So I thought I would leave you with a gem that I sent into Odd Todd a few months ago. He posted a new bad neighbour story every Friday, and excitedly, I was featured with this nugget. Enjoy!
“Growing up I lived on a normal suburban street. We knew our neighbours well enough. We didn’t hang out all the time, but we were always friendly to each other and got invited to the occasional BBQ.
The only problem with these neighbours, it that they were copycats. Every time we mowed our lawn, they mowed their lawn. Every time we shoveled our sidewalk, they shoveled their sidewalk. Soon they started copying us even more. My parents built a deck; my neighbours built a deck. My parents had our kitchen renovated; our neighbours had their kitchen renovated. My parents bought new furniture, well, you guessed it, our neighbours bought new furniture.
But the real kicker was when my parents decided to sell our house. You will never believe it, but, yup, our neighbours sold their house too!”
Grateful for all that I have.
Take wooden nickels, only if there is nothing else left to take.
As Always,
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I’m Looking Through You And Other Songs That Apply
Strangely, I went to bed before Jenny last night. I spent most of my holiday getting up much earlier than I ever would had I been home and going to the office, but I knew that it would be harder to get up to come to the office than to get out of bed to go shoe shopping.
(Side story: I searched pretty long and hard to find new black heals while I was on holidays. Something that wasn’t too high, too pointy or too stupid. But of all the stores I went to in Utah, I didn’t find anything. Jenny and I went to the mall yesterday, and just in passing we checked out a shoe sale at one of the stores in the mall, there they were, just the shoes I was looking for, and on sale too!)
It is nice to be home. I can only take living out of a suitcase for so long. Plus it did feel pretty weird being casual all day everyday. It was nice to slip into my wool pants this morning.
It is good to be back home with Jenny. Only having one other person at the house makes you realise just how quiet things get by yourself. Ashley, Jenny and I spent a noisy night on Sunday recounting all of the tales of mostly woe that occurred while I was out of the country. Even though we emailed each other almost everyday, and I really was only gone a week, our midnight Denny’s run was just what we all needed, even if we all felt like death in the morning.
McDonald’s did respond to the letter I sent them a few weeks ago. Read the reply here. Of course I am not holding my breath waiting for any change, but Jenny and I are grateful for the free Big Macs.
Just trying to get back into normal life, and also into our new life without Eric.
Wishing you were different.
Where is RDH when I need him?
As Always,
PS--Oh yah, I am not, nor ever going to be, Mrs. Garner. Sorry McDonalds.
(Side story: I searched pretty long and hard to find new black heals while I was on holidays. Something that wasn’t too high, too pointy or too stupid. But of all the stores I went to in Utah, I didn’t find anything. Jenny and I went to the mall yesterday, and just in passing we checked out a shoe sale at one of the stores in the mall, there they were, just the shoes I was looking for, and on sale too!)
It is nice to be home. I can only take living out of a suitcase for so long. Plus it did feel pretty weird being casual all day everyday. It was nice to slip into my wool pants this morning.
It is good to be back home with Jenny. Only having one other person at the house makes you realise just how quiet things get by yourself. Ashley, Jenny and I spent a noisy night on Sunday recounting all of the tales of mostly woe that occurred while I was out of the country. Even though we emailed each other almost everyday, and I really was only gone a week, our midnight Denny’s run was just what we all needed, even if we all felt like death in the morning.
McDonald’s did respond to the letter I sent them a few weeks ago. Read the reply here. Of course I am not holding my breath waiting for any change, but Jenny and I are grateful for the free Big Macs.
Just trying to get back into normal life, and also into our new life without Eric.
Wishing you were different.
Where is RDH when I need him?
As Always,
PS--Oh yah, I am not, nor ever going to be, Mrs. Garner. Sorry McDonalds.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)