haha. so true. i'd be little miss sunshine all the time if i wasn't surrounded by morons.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Who Needs Toenails Anyway?!
Just registered for the Victoria Half Marathon Oct 7th!
I needed a boost to get my butt in gear again and a friend texted me to see if I was 'still in' for the Race in Victoria
Thats all I had to hear.
Turbo training since its in less than 6 weeks.
I'm already getting the same blisters as before; in all the very same spots and somehow the familiarity is comforting.
It'll be kind of cool to do a half on each coast of Canada.
Besides, that toenail is annoying me there in all its completeness and struggly little attempts to grow back to its full potential... :-).
I needed a boost to get my butt in gear again and a friend texted me to see if I was 'still in' for the Race in Victoria
Thats all I had to hear.
Turbo training since its in less than 6 weeks.
I'm already getting the same blisters as before; in all the very same spots and somehow the familiarity is comforting.
It'll be kind of cool to do a half on each coast of Canada.
Besides, that toenail is annoying me there in all its completeness and struggly little attempts to grow back to its full potential... :-).
Saturday, August 11, 2012
you know what really perplexes me?
how my mother,
a domestic goddess
exceptional seamstress - made my clothes as a child, and you'd never have known the difference. smocked dresses for my baby sisters that stopped people with inquiries on the method and threads used.
phenomenal cook - we, regardless of finanical upturn / downturn, ate like royalty. no hamburger helper in our house (well, sometimes and it was a glorious treat). she'd dress a salmon like it was going to medal in the food olympics. and she made a simple salad into an event, we'd stare in wonder as she magically turned lettuce and cukes and cherry tomatoes into something of a magazine worthy photo shoot. i don't know what she did when she made a tuna sandwich, but i've yet to find one of its equal.
cross-stitcher extrodinaire - remember that crafty little craft? she was quite adept at the complicated little designs and perfecting all those pesky stitches. she taught me how (once), so i made a strawberry. it was proudly displayed on the wall in my parents ensuite. (read: at the furtherest corner of the house lol)
the list goes on
my point is:
all these genes - why is it that i can't even successfully flip a pancake or omelette??
i no unnastannn .....
a domestic goddess
exceptional seamstress - made my clothes as a child, and you'd never have known the difference. smocked dresses for my baby sisters that stopped people with inquiries on the method and threads used.
phenomenal cook - we, regardless of finanical upturn / downturn, ate like royalty. no hamburger helper in our house (well, sometimes and it was a glorious treat). she'd dress a salmon like it was going to medal in the food olympics. and she made a simple salad into an event, we'd stare in wonder as she magically turned lettuce and cukes and cherry tomatoes into something of a magazine worthy photo shoot. i don't know what she did when she made a tuna sandwich, but i've yet to find one of its equal.
cross-stitcher extrodinaire - remember that crafty little craft? she was quite adept at the complicated little designs and perfecting all those pesky stitches. she taught me how (once), so i made a strawberry. it was proudly displayed on the wall in my parents ensuite. (read: at the furtherest corner of the house lol)
the list goes on
my point is:
all these genes - why is it that i can't even successfully flip a pancake or omelette??
i no unnastannn .....
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words - or Fifty Years
http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/75-captivating-looking-into-the-past-pictures
I have a weird facination with the past - it plays tricks with my mind - like how people made money, how little things cost, etc.
When I found this today on my newest mini-addiction, I thought it was so cool and wanted to share it.
Truthfully, I mainly wanted to post it so I wouldn't forget where to find it on www.buzzfeed.com.
But hope you like it just the same :-).
I have a weird facination with the past - it plays tricks with my mind - like how people made money, how little things cost, etc.
When I found this today on my newest mini-addiction, I thought it was so cool and wanted to share it.
Truthfully, I mainly wanted to post it so I wouldn't forget where to find it on www.buzzfeed.com.
But hope you like it just the same :-).
Saturday, July 21, 2012
FYI
in a recet, unintentional field study, i've discovered:
if you're in leduc, alberta, travelling to st. albert (40 kms away) and you've already driven approx 250 km's from the most northern district of the city of calgary, drinking water and coffee out of boredom, and you have to pee ....
stop in leduc and pee.
just do it.
i know its a crazy little ramp and its inconvenient and its a crappy little esso bathroom and its raining.
but just do it.
because, and just let me tell you first hand, why you should heed your bladders advice.
because, my friend, you are going to drive to the next exit to use the facilities and that 'next exit' is a) further than you remember and b) you won't see that theres bathrooms and its not just an industrial park and / or residential until AFTER you've passed the exit, that there were, in fact, restrooms available.
this will happen twice and by then you're a) speeding (moreso than normal) and b) considering options of relief that could be / would be termed as illegal and possibly immoral.
and you're going to drive til what seems like a round trip to Calgary, and finally you're going to find St. Albert Trail and the light is going to turn red; too red to drive through.
so you're going to sit at this red light for an extensive amount of time and its still going to be raining, you know one of the reasons you didn't stop in leduc; in fact, its going to be teeming rain at this point.
the light will turn green and you will careen around the corner with overwhelming relief that a) you didn't pee on your drivers seat and b) the gas station is right ahead.
well, if by right ahead, you mean after TWO more traffic lights.
and yup, both lights WILL be red.
small tears will trickle out of your eyes; some of panic, some of pain and some to represent regret at your prior lack of planning.
eventually, both lights will turn green and you will mario-andretti-like make your way to the shell station.
you will park, but just barely.
you will run. read: sprint, into the gas station. ahhh ... you will be so relieved in about 20 seconds.
you will slow down only because there is someone else walking (like a sane person) in the same door, at approximately 3.2 seconds ahead of you.
enough time that he gets to the (only) washroom those same 3.2 seconds before you.
yeahhhhh .... thats right.
as you try to be classy (while pacing, try it sometime) and pretending to peruse the snack aisle, examining the chocolate covered raisins closer than necessary, you will curse your lazy streak, pray to the heavens, plead with your bladder to just hang on one more minute, or 6, in this case.
the guy who stole your bathroom break timeslot will finish and you will practically bodyslam him in the narrow, cardboard box-filled hallway to make it to your safe haven in time.
thats where i will end the detailed part of thisactual event er, warning.
all i'm saying folks, is, if you have to pee when you're in leduc, just go pee.
if you're in leduc, alberta, travelling to st. albert (40 kms away) and you've already driven approx 250 km's from the most northern district of the city of calgary, drinking water and coffee out of boredom, and you have to pee ....
stop in leduc and pee.
just do it.
i know its a crazy little ramp and its inconvenient and its a crappy little esso bathroom and its raining.
but just do it.
because, and just let me tell you first hand, why you should heed your bladders advice.
because, my friend, you are going to drive to the next exit to use the facilities and that 'next exit' is a) further than you remember and b) you won't see that theres bathrooms and its not just an industrial park and / or residential until AFTER you've passed the exit, that there were, in fact, restrooms available.
this will happen twice and by then you're a) speeding (moreso than normal) and b) considering options of relief that could be / would be termed as illegal and possibly immoral.
and you're going to drive til what seems like a round trip to Calgary, and finally you're going to find St. Albert Trail and the light is going to turn red; too red to drive through.
so you're going to sit at this red light for an extensive amount of time and its still going to be raining, you know one of the reasons you didn't stop in leduc; in fact, its going to be teeming rain at this point.
the light will turn green and you will careen around the corner with overwhelming relief that a) you didn't pee on your drivers seat and b) the gas station is right ahead.
well, if by right ahead, you mean after TWO more traffic lights.
and yup, both lights WILL be red.
small tears will trickle out of your eyes; some of panic, some of pain and some to represent regret at your prior lack of planning.
eventually, both lights will turn green and you will mario-andretti-like make your way to the shell station.
you will park, but just barely.
you will run. read: sprint, into the gas station. ahhh ... you will be so relieved in about 20 seconds.
you will slow down only because there is someone else walking (like a sane person) in the same door, at approximately 3.2 seconds ahead of you.
enough time that he gets to the (only) washroom those same 3.2 seconds before you.
yeahhhhh .... thats right.
as you try to be classy (while pacing, try it sometime) and pretending to peruse the snack aisle, examining the chocolate covered raisins closer than necessary, you will curse your lazy streak, pray to the heavens, plead with your bladder to just hang on one more minute, or 6, in this case.
the guy who stole your bathroom break timeslot will finish and you will practically bodyslam him in the narrow, cardboard box-filled hallway to make it to your safe haven in time.
thats where i will end the detailed part of this
all i'm saying folks, is, if you have to pee when you're in leduc, just go pee.
I think I'm Jaded
(names have been changed to protect the
today at work, I say to one of the supervisors as he entered the trailer:
me: John, I need your travel work order for july 11th. (we get paid to drive to work - its kind of groovy, though driving to work isn't always)
him : *blank stare*
still him: *stands in middle of office as though freeze-framed, gazing into his thoughts*
annnnnd moments later, still him: oh, I didn't give you one?
me: silence (to prevent the obvious answer of "apparently not and i don't have time to sit here and try to convince you that you didn't hand it in")
him: for the 11th?
me: remaining quiet, while continuing to work
him: hmmm.. weird, I thought I gave you one.
me trying to dispel the new awkwardness in the air: nope. and i need Billy's too.
him: oh, he didn't give you one either?
me: (inside my head: its not april fools, i'm not joking, i'm not yanking your chain, i'm not joshin' ya. if i didn't need one, i'd not have initiated conversation regarding missing travel work orders)
still me: silent, continuing in the quest to not have my actual, real-time, emotion show. though i do think my subsequent disbelieving glance made him say:
i guess not, if you don't have it.
me: in a narrow window of graciousness, and with a pleasant smile, "no problem, just as soon as you can would be great"
*DISCLAIMER*
i realize i shouldn't be so impatient, but come on!
*DISCLAIMER 2*
i know i do stupid and annoying things too - which just at this moment has led me to wonder:
'just how many people have gone home at the end of their day and blogged / complained about something i did?'
just a thought.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Style Critics - They're Everywhere
Point 1:
At Sobeys tonight buying inane things like grapes and gluten free muffins and my newest morning obsession - International Delight coffee cream in some mocha-nut-amazing-chocolate-something flavour.
Point 2:
In an attempt to steer away from by normal Angelina Jolie-esque black ensembles, I've branched out this 'season' and have been convinced by the girls at Espy and the trending 80's comeback to wear color.
Lots of color. All at once. Like grade 8 (think Far West jackets)
Color blocking they call it. Well I've taken the first step and am wearing color. But just one or two at a time.
Tonight in my travels, I decided on the coral silk sleeveless with coral flowers along one shoulder and with a tie around the waist. Very mature and modest, but with a punch of personality.
(let's get back to Sobeys here)
I walk up to the cash and the sweet 17ish cashier says "your shirt is very bright".
I chuckled at her lack of couth and asked if that was good or bad.
"I don't know" she half said half giggled "I was just standing here half asleep and looked up and saw you and was like whoa thats a bright shirt".
Fair enough I thought, shes entitled to her own thoughts, but maybe she should just keep them as that. Just thoughts.
15 seconds later a woman joined the line up and said "thats a very pretty shirt you're wearing"
I graciously thanked her (does the fact that I said I was gracious negate said graciousness?) and looked at the cashier.
She looked at me with a little grin and said "I guess its good then".
Such a funny little exchange within a 45 second period.
My thought as she was ringing my order through was - thats another reason I'm entirely devastated that I likely won't have children. They're going to become teenagers and get a job at Sobeys and say stupid things to people who will go home and blog about them.
And the underlying truth of that statement is that they'd be exactly like their mother.
At Sobeys tonight buying inane things like grapes and gluten free muffins and my newest morning obsession - International Delight coffee cream in some mocha-nut-amazing-chocolate-something flavour.
Point 2:
In an attempt to steer away from by normal Angelina Jolie-esque black ensembles, I've branched out this 'season' and have been convinced by the girls at Espy and the trending 80's comeback to wear color.
Lots of color. All at once. Like grade 8 (think Far West jackets)
Color blocking they call it. Well I've taken the first step and am wearing color. But just one or two at a time.
Tonight in my travels, I decided on the coral silk sleeveless with coral flowers along one shoulder and with a tie around the waist. Very mature and modest, but with a punch of personality.
(let's get back to Sobeys here)
I walk up to the cash and the sweet 17ish cashier says "your shirt is very bright".
I chuckled at her lack of couth and asked if that was good or bad.
"I don't know" she half said half giggled "I was just standing here half asleep and looked up and saw you and was like whoa thats a bright shirt".
Fair enough I thought, shes entitled to her own thoughts, but maybe she should just keep them as that. Just thoughts.
15 seconds later a woman joined the line up and said "thats a very pretty shirt you're wearing"
I graciously thanked her (does the fact that I said I was gracious negate said graciousness?) and looked at the cashier.
She looked at me with a little grin and said "I guess its good then".
Such a funny little exchange within a 45 second period.
My thought as she was ringing my order through was - thats another reason I'm entirely devastated that I likely won't have children. They're going to become teenagers and get a job at Sobeys and say stupid things to people who will go home and blog about them.
And the underlying truth of that statement is that they'd be exactly like their mother.
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