Friday, January 19, 2007
All Over the Place.
I’ve seen this thing on blogs I read called a meme. (apparently pronounced meem). From what I’ve gathered, they’re little quizzes, questions to blog about. Some of the memes are cool. Some are truly worthy of their name, because they are completely about the person writing them. Others are fun, like the one I did a couple months ago where you had to open a book at page 123. Today I am going to reveal a fact about me. You know, in the true spirit of memes. Ready?
True Fact About Me Number One:
I love grilled cheese sandwiches. They are yummy.
Stunned? Perplexed? Hungry? Good. I am glad this truly revealing fact about me got a rise out of you. I endeavour to keep you on your toes with equally poposterous (may I, Bridge?) statements. I am giving you...me. And now for something completely different: another revelation.
I am returning to work on Monday! Yes. It is true. Initially slated for a return to active society in March, I started feeling restlessness and the need for a new challenge in December. Honestly, making soup, cleaning up the house and watching Battlestar Galactica/Lost/Penn and Teller: Bullshit/The X-Files while knitting has its perks, but - well…you get the picture. I think this means I can go back. Why wait? My body is fine (and by fine I do not mean “hot” or “rockin’”, see post later today for explanation), my mind is….well I do have my good days and bad days, but who doesn’t, right? Thus am I preparing to re-enter the reality of the workplace. It will be a different job, with the same fun/smart/entertaining people. I am truly looking forward to it. Most of all, I am looking forward to hearing hits of the 80’s and 90’s sung with emotion by one of my coworkers in particular. It has always felt weird to sing them alone to myself. They needed that special delivery and gusto. Here I come, man. Prepare for special requests.
True Fact About Me Number One:
I love grilled cheese sandwiches. They are yummy.
Stunned? Perplexed? Hungry? Good. I am glad this truly revealing fact about me got a rise out of you. I endeavour to keep you on your toes with equally poposterous (may I, Bridge?) statements. I am giving you...me. And now for something completely different: another revelation.
I am returning to work on Monday! Yes. It is true. Initially slated for a return to active society in March, I started feeling restlessness and the need for a new challenge in December. Honestly, making soup, cleaning up the house and watching Battlestar Galactica/Lost/Penn and Teller: Bullshit/The X-Files while knitting has its perks, but - well…you get the picture. I think this means I can go back. Why wait? My body is fine (and by fine I do not mean “hot” or “rockin’”, see post later today for explanation), my mind is….well I do have my good days and bad days, but who doesn’t, right? Thus am I preparing to re-enter the reality of the workplace. It will be a different job, with the same fun/smart/entertaining people. I am truly looking forward to it. Most of all, I am looking forward to hearing hits of the 80’s and 90’s sung with emotion by one of my coworkers in particular. It has always felt weird to sing them alone to myself. They needed that special delivery and gusto. Here I come, man. Prepare for special requests.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Home.
Dear monkey-monkeys,
I got back from Montreal on Sunday. I had a blast with my sister for a whole week. And the whole thing started with…I’ll let you read what I was supposed to post Saturday morning, January 6th.
PG-13. January 6, 2007.
Yesterday, among numerous other things, I baked a cake. Not just any kind of cake. A carrot cake. But not any carrot cake. No siree. Children, avert your eyes. Go play with the boxes your Christmas presents came in. Shoo.
Are there only adults, here? Great.
I made a cake in the shape of a penis. That’s right. As I write this, there is a foot and a half long schlong in my fridge. Carrot with cream cheese icing. And I’m about to put it in the car, along with two boxes of food and my suitcase, and get my chauffeur to drive me to Montreal. Sweet. I can’t wait to see my brother in law’s face! He asked for it, and doesn’t even suspect he’s gettin’ it. That’s right. Nor does he suspect he’s getting a surprise party with all of his friends!!! Happy 30th, indeed!
Oh – the suitcase is because I’ll be in Montreal for the next week. Double sweet. See you in a week!
I got back from Montreal on Sunday. I had a blast with my sister for a whole week. And the whole thing started with…I’ll let you read what I was supposed to post Saturday morning, January 6th.
PG-13. January 6, 2007.
Yesterday, among numerous other things, I baked a cake. Not just any kind of cake. A carrot cake. But not any carrot cake. No siree. Children, avert your eyes. Go play with the boxes your Christmas presents came in. Shoo.
Are there only adults, here? Great.
I made a cake in the shape of a penis. That’s right. As I write this, there is a foot and a half long schlong in my fridge. Carrot with cream cheese icing. And I’m about to put it in the car, along with two boxes of food and my suitcase, and get my chauffeur to drive me to Montreal. Sweet. I can’t wait to see my brother in law’s face! He asked for it, and doesn’t even suspect he’s gettin’ it. That’s right. Nor does he suspect he’s getting a surprise party with all of his friends!!! Happy 30th, indeed!
Oh – the suitcase is because I’ll be in Montreal for the next week. Double sweet. See you in a week!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
No Sleep, No Good.
First off, how do you like my new style? I figured a little change would be a fresh start to a new year. I made a resolution about the blog for this year, too, but I’m keeping it a secret for now, just in case my lazy ass nature takes over and I don’t keep said resolution.
Two nights in a row of sleeping in waves of half an hour. Not good.
The first night, it was Boo’s fault. He misses our Rent-a-Cat Saku. At least that’s my theory. We kittysat Saku, a charming cuteness of a Siamese, for two weeks, and he bullied her the whole time, cornering her, ripping out her soft velvety fur and generally being an ass. And now he seeks her throughout the house, meowing and running and, well, being a cat. He is such a spoiled, king-of-the-castle cat. Hence the crown medal with his name on it.
Last night, I think it was a combination of having a cup of tea an hour before bed (also not good) and my brain not being able to shut out my mind’s wild ramblings. Thinking about the Gabrielle. Thinking about how I was supposed to give birth to her yesterday. Reminding myself that next time will be the right one. Moving on to things I want to do before returning to work. Thinking of returning to work.
Needless to say, I am tired. But it’s okay, I’m in a really good mood today, so I’ll go put five movies in the DVD player, turn the TV on and knit two pairs of bootees. There are two new babies who need their little footsies to be kept warm. Welcome to the world, Adèle and Paul!
Needless to say, being a little tired makes me lazy. Laziness is already one of my character traits (albeit a minor one, I should add), but I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything after I woke up, had a cup of coffee, jumped in the shower and got dressed. So I got caught up on the blogs I read. Whew!
I’m going to go make a ham and cheese croissant now.
Two nights in a row of sleeping in waves of half an hour. Not good.
The first night, it was Boo’s fault. He misses our Rent-a-Cat Saku. At least that’s my theory. We kittysat Saku, a charming cuteness of a Siamese, for two weeks, and he bullied her the whole time, cornering her, ripping out her soft velvety fur and generally being an ass. And now he seeks her throughout the house, meowing and running and, well, being a cat. He is such a spoiled, king-of-the-castle cat. Hence the crown medal with his name on it.
Last night, I think it was a combination of having a cup of tea an hour before bed (also not good) and my brain not being able to shut out my mind’s wild ramblings. Thinking about the Gabrielle. Thinking about how I was supposed to give birth to her yesterday. Reminding myself that next time will be the right one. Moving on to things I want to do before returning to work. Thinking of returning to work.
Needless to say, I am tired. But it’s okay, I’m in a really good mood today, so I’ll go put five movies in the DVD player, turn the TV on and knit two pairs of bootees. There are two new babies who need their little footsies to be kept warm. Welcome to the world, Adèle and Paul!
Needless to say, being a little tired makes me lazy. Laziness is already one of my character traits (albeit a minor one, I should add), but I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything after I woke up, had a cup of coffee, jumped in the shower and got dressed. So I got caught up on the blogs I read. Whew!
I’m going to go make a ham and cheese croissant now.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Starting.
We are now seven years into what, as a child, I used to call The Future. To me, anything beyond the year 2000 meant flying cars and metal wands to heal wounds and food in the form of colored pellets. Seven years into the future. Sounds pretty cool, doesn’t it? Or maybe I’m just too much of a sci-fi fan. Imagine how much I loved Back to the Future. Man, was that a cool movie or what.
Seven years into the future, then, and I have many things to show for it. And the past year has now gone up in smoke. It went by so fast, obviously. I have been dreading writing this post as I was telling K the other day, because I don’t feel I had a particularly great year. I can sum it up in a few sentences, as I have discovered, but I feel it would rob all the significant things that happened, good or bad, of their significance. I need to rest on 2006 for a little while longer and mull it over. So rather than do a retrospective of 2006, I’ll follow K’s suggestion and make my list of resolutions for 2007. Sure, it’s already 3 days in, but it’s never too late to make resolutions you know you won’t keep anyway. Hmmm. In your face, Little Person In My Head. (Little Person has been bitching the last couple of days, because nothing was done around the house. I had decided to take a holiday. She’s now very upset because she is dousing me with lingering doubt and remorse over not having kept my resolutions and I keep telling her she can go to hell and suck my big fat….popsicle.) Okay, we need a title, here. Something not too pompous. Ah!
The 2007 List of Resolutions That Will Not Be Kept by Me (and probably a bunch of other people):
1. Take good care of myself. That means eating well (which I already do), getting some exercise (which…I totally already do…ahem.) and generally not being a couch potato. (Note to self: develop method for knitting in sleep or while running. Consider cost of hiring little monkey to do knitting.)
2. Do the dishes every evening (wait – when we bought this house, wasn’t there talk of a dishwasher?)
3. Read good books. (Brigitte, ball’s in your court. Hit me.)
4. Count fingers every day to make sure they’re all there. Wait – that doesn’t sound right. Ah! I meant count my blessings every day to make sure they’re all accounted for.
That’s it! Eureka moment. That’s what I want to do this year, is count my blessings. So little people do it. Well, I shouldn’t put it that way – I should specify that lately, I have been attracting people who like to complain about everything. Even good things. Good things are never quite perfect enough. There’s always that tiny something that takes the shine off anything. You wanted a red car? You saved up for years and bought the red car? You’re happy parading around in the shiny red car? Good. Focus on that. Not on the disappointment you are feeling because you could not get the $1500 mags to go with it, you know what I mean?
Throng of Readers, prepare for my onslaught of shameless, wide-slashing generalizations of what human beings are like. Okay, maybe not. I’ll upset people. So Throng of Readers, look around you. I’ll wait.
Where are you? In your home, in the ‘office’? At work? Internet café? Some coffee place with your laptop? What do you see? You see things that are on some shelf, on a table, in a bag. Clothes, cars, phones. Things that are material. You also see people’s faces, maybe. Some are happy, some aren’t. Some look miserable, but it’s just to attract attention. Others look happy, but their faces hide repressed sadness. Some just look blank.
Now look a little deeper, scratch right past the first couple of levels your eyes can adjust to, you may see decisions you’ve made, friends you have, smiles you’ve given and have received, things that were said in confidence, foreheads you’ve kissed, surprises that were planned, laughs shared, hands you’ve held, and promises you have kept. It’s that deeper look I want to be able to take as often as possible, just to remind myself that no, not everything is beautiful and pink and fuzzy. But things certainly are better when you look at them from a certain angle.
I wish all of you a happy, healthy, insightful and creative New Year, from the bottom of my heart.
Seven years into the future, then, and I have many things to show for it. And the past year has now gone up in smoke. It went by so fast, obviously. I have been dreading writing this post as I was telling K the other day, because I don’t feel I had a particularly great year. I can sum it up in a few sentences, as I have discovered, but I feel it would rob all the significant things that happened, good or bad, of their significance. I need to rest on 2006 for a little while longer and mull it over. So rather than do a retrospective of 2006, I’ll follow K’s suggestion and make my list of resolutions for 2007. Sure, it’s already 3 days in, but it’s never too late to make resolutions you know you won’t keep anyway. Hmmm. In your face, Little Person In My Head. (Little Person has been bitching the last couple of days, because nothing was done around the house. I had decided to take a holiday. She’s now very upset because she is dousing me with lingering doubt and remorse over not having kept my resolutions and I keep telling her she can go to hell and suck my big fat….popsicle.) Okay, we need a title, here. Something not too pompous. Ah!
The 2007 List of Resolutions That Will Not Be Kept by Me (and probably a bunch of other people):
1. Take good care of myself. That means eating well (which I already do), getting some exercise (which…I totally already do…ahem.) and generally not being a couch potato. (Note to self: develop method for knitting in sleep or while running. Consider cost of hiring little monkey to do knitting.)
2. Do the dishes every evening (wait – when we bought this house, wasn’t there talk of a dishwasher?)
3. Read good books. (Brigitte, ball’s in your court. Hit me.)
4. Count fingers every day to make sure they’re all there. Wait – that doesn’t sound right. Ah! I meant count my blessings every day to make sure they’re all accounted for.
That’s it! Eureka moment. That’s what I want to do this year, is count my blessings. So little people do it. Well, I shouldn’t put it that way – I should specify that lately, I have been attracting people who like to complain about everything. Even good things. Good things are never quite perfect enough. There’s always that tiny something that takes the shine off anything. You wanted a red car? You saved up for years and bought the red car? You’re happy parading around in the shiny red car? Good. Focus on that. Not on the disappointment you are feeling because you could not get the $1500 mags to go with it, you know what I mean?
Throng of Readers, prepare for my onslaught of shameless, wide-slashing generalizations of what human beings are like. Okay, maybe not. I’ll upset people. So Throng of Readers, look around you. I’ll wait.
Where are you? In your home, in the ‘office’? At work? Internet café? Some coffee place with your laptop? What do you see? You see things that are on some shelf, on a table, in a bag. Clothes, cars, phones. Things that are material. You also see people’s faces, maybe. Some are happy, some aren’t. Some look miserable, but it’s just to attract attention. Others look happy, but their faces hide repressed sadness. Some just look blank.
Now look a little deeper, scratch right past the first couple of levels your eyes can adjust to, you may see decisions you’ve made, friends you have, smiles you’ve given and have received, things that were said in confidence, foreheads you’ve kissed, surprises that were planned, laughs shared, hands you’ve held, and promises you have kept. It’s that deeper look I want to be able to take as often as possible, just to remind myself that no, not everything is beautiful and pink and fuzzy. But things certainly are better when you look at them from a certain angle.
I wish all of you a happy, healthy, insightful and creative New Year, from the bottom of my heart.
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