WorkMates



Girls I work with.
L-R: Tassie, Sherri, Me, Caroline, Brittany

As a side note, we don't look like this at our isolated, Northern Alberta rig camp. I don't think our male workmates quite knew what hit them when we all arrived at our Christmas party ...

Tassie and Sherri are the girls I'm going to Mexico with. Did I mention TOMORROW??? Weeeeee. If you see a foreign phone number on your call display - pick up. I may need bail.

Didn't-Need-To-Know-That

At London Drugs in Red Deer tonight, I picked up a giant bottle of water (since I'd just downed a man-size ribs and shrimp meal at Montana's) and a pack of Imodium (in case of mistakenly ingested Mexican water / diarrhea friendly food).

The older cashier greeted me kindly, asked if I needed a bag to which I replied a pleasant 'no thanks, I'm good.'

She looks at my two items on the counter and says 'oh, my husband has that problem. Me? I'm the opposite.'

I, for some reason, mental reflexes, I'm sure, said 'oh no, I'm going away tomorrow and am buying this as a just-in-case medication.'

She said 'are you going to Mexico?'

I said 'yes.'

She said 'are you flying?'

I said 'yes'

Weirdest, most awkward conversation with a cashier to date.

Want

this outfit.

(image from Pinterest)

Heart of Stone Melted

Its pretty clear that I don't love dogs. (not as pets, love them as little beings) They are cute and smart, loyal, protective, and sensitive and a lot of really good things.

But they shed, and poo and pee and puke. Wearing black clothes becomes an event of the past and whether you think it or not, your house smells like dog. I promise. It does.

But look at this. Is this not the cutest little bum you've ever seen in your whole life. I would cuddle this little thing until it got bigger and then I would give it back. But it'd have probably peed on me before that so I'd have given it back before it grew.

Crazy - Not Coo-Coo, But Hard-to-Believe Crazy

Theres a group of co-workers who go to the gym in the morning at 3:45 (i'm still fast asleep!!) and its a tiny little space so everyone is in everyones way, etc.

Well yesterday morning, bossman went to the 'running machine' as he calls a treadmill and put his music on, put the speed at 3.5 and closed his eyes as he was angry and penning a biting return email in his head. That was at 3:45am.

Meanwhile the others are working out as usual and noticing his eyes closed and thought that it was super weird.

Another co-worker who normally goes to the gym after the day is done went in the morning because she'd eaten (i heard) 3/4 of a box of Pot of Gold by herself. So she's working out, doing her thing.

And bossman opens his eyes, the place is empty except for 'the beautiful blunde (australian accent).

He looked at his watch. It was 4:30. He looked at the blonde again and said 'whats she doing her? shes never here in the morning? is it afternoon?'

Totally freaked him out.

He'd been sleep walking on the treadmill for 45 minutes!

HAHA. His legs were sore all day! He'd actually fallen asleep and walked for 45 minutes.

Truth.

He's been here almost 40 days. Its time for him to go home.

Maybe Mildly Inappropriate ... But Pretty Funny

I found this last night on a website called http://www.someecards.com/ ; they've expanded into other realms of funny.

I don't want children, but if I did, I would want them to be this clever and write something like this at school.

It Only Hurts To A Certain Point

(image from pinterest)

I've been doing some longer runs these days

and its true.

You get to a point in the run where you think

"I'm just gonna do this - it can't get any worse than this".

THEN

I own that run by using the last couple of kms to do some sprints and lunges.

AND

when I hit the garage code to open the door as I'm stretching and dizzy and exhausted and sweaty, I think

 "It can't get any better than this".

I love running; its my main addiction in life (not counting Pinterest or Etsy) and while its wrecking havoc on my knees, its doing wonders for my brain, energy and ambtion level.

BECAUSE

when you run, you automatically and naturally want to do better than your last. You want to run it faster, or you want to run longer so you run a little quicker, or take the long way home. It pushes you to succeed. And that overflows into your everyday life.

THANK YOU

to an old friend for pushing me to get into it (called me names when I flaked out) and to my aging body for making me continue it as a weight loss option and to my sisters and cousin Rae for inspring me to become a better athlete and run a half marathon. I am excited for the challenge.



Randomocity

love these peircings and it just might be mine soon. they're so groovy. looks sore though ...

Oh man. this made me laugh my head off. 

 heehee. love this kid. and pretty sure this is true.

this quote (orignated where, I have no idea) is sad but true. i am crash dieting (healthily) for mexico and have lost a few pounds and camp is full of wonderful gluten free treats and i am avoiding them because this above statement is fact. (i can't wait until jan 1 and i can eat freely again)

Let Me Show You Something

My cousins! Missing three who were overseas / South America and couldn't make it. (this was taken at my Grams funeral) She'd have been so very proud if she couldn't seen us all!

See all these people? She made everyone of us feel like we were her favorite.