tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57882712011-09-01T18:10:23.429-04:00the annexThe blog portion of the<br><a href="http://squintt.diaryland.com">Wee Bit Squint</a> Show.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1142276709500557012006-03-13T14:03:00.000-05:002006-03-13T14:05:09.660-05:00I'm a sucker for quizzesFree-Wheeling DreamerM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1142200614389549562006-03-12T16:43:00.000-05:002006-03-12T16:59:08.296-05:00Fast-Forward WeekendWhere in the hell did the weekend go?Friday after work I allowed myself a couple of hours in the used cd warehouse. I amassed a huge pile of jewel cases, encompassing a wide range of muscial styles. Since the shop I frequent is like a kinder, gentler version of the one in High Fidelity I had no problem whatsoever plopping everything on the counter and letting the three musicalM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1133469609237146642005-12-01T15:11:00.000-05:002005-12-01T15:41:46.233-05:00Too Big a BiteI've scheduled myself into oblivion."Where's Oblivion?"(If you guessed the movie, bravo!You just successfully passed another hurdle on the wayto becoming my friend and drinking buddy.)So, I've signed up for Holidailies. God help me.Every year I sign up and every year I start to wonder why about halfway through. What with decorating, baking, making gifts, writing, licking, sticking M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1131987077777329612005-11-14T10:57:00.000-05:002005-11-14T11:51:17.836-05:00Bad moon risingIn an effort to open my mind in a sort of fast food way, I'm going to try to wipe the events of this horrid Monday morning away with the following from Unconscious Mutterings:Here's the list. Play along and pop in a word or words that immediately leap to mind. Don't overthink it!Mighty:: Gotta find time to ....:: Statistic:: Midnight:: Thaw:: Hips:: Reader:: Related:: Brilliant:: M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1130791863419285832005-10-31T15:30:00.000-05:002005-10-31T15:54:56.830-05:00A stickler for traditionLast night I hunkered down in the backyard, shivering in front of our chiminea with a bag of marshmallows, a Hershey's Special Dark and some digestive biscuits. The Boy decided to burn some wood cuttings from building the shed and toss in two bags of paperwork that we had deemed worthy of the Burn It pile to boot. When he mentioned it as I took him a steaming hot tea in M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1126288227635770082005-09-09T13:12:00.000-04:002005-09-09T13:50:27.690-04:00Yay: It's Friday!Nay: As I have absolutely nothing planned for the weekend, it's sort of anticlimactic.Yay: The last hour of work today is actually a Wine and Cheese introduction to the new instructors.Nay: I have to keep to one glass of wine so I don't a) drive drunk and b) embarrass myself in front of the Dean.Yay: I have actual money in my wallet.Nay: I don't have the time to spend it in M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1125425428972026912005-08-30T13:46:00.000-04:002005-08-30T14:25:22.640-04:00I have thought about it and worried about it and conferred with close friends and have now come to the conclusion that I am afraid of journalling.Not afeared of the blogging because hello, here I am. Blogger isn't sitting there keeping statistics, telling me with each passing day (24 at last count) how I'm falling down as a writer. Luckily, I am able to foist the blame where it belongs.I found a M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1124897778589041892005-08-24T10:57:00.000-04:002005-08-24T11:36:44.356-04:00Auntie? Pick up!"Where were you?""Far from the phone.""But where?""In your uncle's wingchair, pushed all the way back.""It took you way too long to get to the phone.""Can we start this conversation now please?""Okay, but man, you're slow. Do you know that?""Hanging up now.""Are you sick or stiff or something? It shouldn't take that long to cross a room.""So, thanks for calling!""No, wait! What M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1124206301759693012005-08-16T10:55:00.000-04:002005-08-16T11:31:41.813-04:00Forty-six days ago: I put in an order for some imps. The novelty of rushing home after work each day to find nothing is wearing thin.Thirty-nine days ago: I began this temp gig, a new diet (way of eating, not way of starving) and The Great Austerity Program of 2005. My assignment has been extended for two more weeks because they have great love for me and my mad skillz, the cherry tomatoes, M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1123596600283116582005-08-09T09:39:00.000-04:002005-08-09T10:10:00.320-04:00Secrets (no Lies)For as long as I can remember, my Mother has tried to act as my role model for all things appropriate. Thank you cards, the correct way to answer the phone, levels of obligation for the attendance of certain social functions, she was the Go To Lady. She also served as my personal stylist for the first 29 years of my life, bless her. That woman could sit at the kitchen table M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1123194156211080032005-08-04T18:20:00.000-04:002005-08-04T18:22:36.216-04:00Pop, pop, snort, snort, oh what a relief it is!Isn't it amazing that the breadth and width of our world view narrows so much when we are ill that the mere popping of one's ear or the sudden ability to breathe out of one's right nostril is cause for tears? And maybe a parade?So, it's just me then?M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1123080669013858392005-08-03T10:01:00.000-04:002005-08-04T07:41:31.013-04:00EnoughI don't know if it's this oppressive heat or the fact that so many things in my life right now are obstacles to be overcome instead of welcoming, open doors with smiling happy people inside but I've had enough. Enough of rude people, enough of poor grammar, enough of people who don't care that they're being rude or have poor grammar. Enough.This applies in its most pronounced form to my M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1122651724256425342005-07-29T11:30:00.000-04:002005-07-29T11:42:04.263-04:00Attack of the Killer TearsI was born on the cold side of the mountainI wanna wake up on the warm side of the bedHow I start hereAnd how I end thereThat is the part I ain't worked out yetEvery day I climb a little bit higherEvery night I learn something newI'm writing it downIn case I forgetOne day it'll be my story for youOn every page you will know how much I love youIn every line you will see M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1122491449983650362005-07-27T13:11:00.000-04:002005-07-27T15:10:50.020-04:00A break in the weatherIt's finally happened. Cool(er) air is wafting through the open window of my office, allowing me to rid my nasal passages of the weird ozone stench of air conditioning that's been run 24/7 for weeks. It's short-lived, mind you, but I'm going to take a beat to appreciate it before we return to the oppressive heat.In early this morning to cover for my boss who was at a M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1121788354494224892005-07-19T11:50:00.000-04:002005-07-19T11:52:34.500-04:00Pants on fireThe inside button on my wraparound skirt is outing me as a size 14, not the 12 I should have been before I tried to wedge myself into it.Bastid.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1121712055473665142005-07-18T13:49:00.000-04:002005-07-18T14:40:55.523-04:00Hot and ColdMy neck of the woods has been insanely hot lately. Like, jungle hot. Humidity and all. But without the boa constrictors.I've been trying to garden since that is my latest love, but it's downright unhealthy to be out in the yard slugging away at weeds or digging up new beds in this weather.(Three weeks ago I almost did myself a mischief by racing to get all my perennials in the day M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1120870480158502672005-07-08T20:29:00.000-04:002005-07-08T20:58:51.333-04:00Haiku. For you.Must you cut me off?You with three fish on your carNot very ChristianSis, glad you're back homeThe garden liked the waterBut your cat hates meThis temp job is greatNot so much for the careerBut for M@ster CardMy gardening loveHas caused more freckles to bloomOn my damn shouldersWorking the macro button on my favorite bedside table from Pier1.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1120512065350967292005-07-04T17:11:00.000-04:002005-07-05T16:08:14.383-04:00Any lower and I'd be sitting on the curb guzzling from a bottle of BenylinToday I grovelled for a job. And it didn't help.A week ago, I went for a second interview at a research park for my local university. The position was Review Editor for a medical journal. I burned.A month ago, my niece got into the Jeep when I picked her up from school and tossed her knapsack on the floor of the passenger M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1116612498601724162005-05-20T14:06:00.000-04:002005-05-20T14:08:18.620-04:00I don't usually get a giggle from things like this, but after God-knows-how-many-days of Michael Jackson coverage on CNN I couldn't stop myself.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1116609957443137272005-05-20T13:19:00.000-04:002005-07-05T16:10:12.843-04:00Chock full o' nutsDo you think it's possible to put too much 'stuff' in a cookie?I might have pushed the envelope today by quartering a recipe that usually makes 100+ cookies. I don't think I did the best job of quartering the various chips and nuts and bits.========================Tonight: Fish and chips from the local kick-ass place with The Boy's mother. We're taking Murphy over to see her at M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1116259023921722302005-05-16T11:45:00.000-04:002005-05-16T11:58:30.326-04:00They're really only good for wrapping paper and cheap candy, right?File this under Stupid to the Nth Degree:There's been a recall in Canada for a certain type of early pregnancy test, which in itself isn't a big deal. What is amazing to me is the list of affected stores they quoted in the news item: Dollar Stores.Who the hell would trust their HcG-laden pee to a $1 stick?M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1115757589403115682005-05-10T15:55:00.000-04:002005-05-10T16:39:49.516-04:00Walk this wayThis morning I began Round Umpteen of Getting Fit with Meg. I struck out before the rising sun with Michaela in my pocket set to my Workout! playlist and my hair pulled back in a bouncy ponytail.I interval walked for 35 minutes before the call of nature found me taking advantage of the nearest Timmy's washroom. I figured while I was there I would pick up a Large with Milk, Half DecafM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1114786785899605802005-04-29T10:28:00.000-04:002005-04-29T10:59:45.900-04:00Theatre of CrueltyWe only emailed briefly about the possibility of his attending JCon last summer, so I'm fairly certain Rusty's not talking about me when he writes:"If anyone in your life isn't making your life better or having their life made better by your help, they should drop like a box of doorknobs back into whatever steaming pile of non-achievement they have created for themselves. M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1114625899690216572005-04-27T14:07:00.000-04:002005-05-20T13:30:28.626-04:00Inspirational CheeseLife isn't about how many times you fall down,it's about how many times you get back up.Funny how these sayings aren't as much of a comfort when you're laid out, bloodied and face down on the floor.I realize I'm being Melancholy Meg and for that I apologize. I'm counting the days until one. good. thing. in this life happens to me to dilute the vitriol with which I seem to be M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1114443379211917062005-04-25T11:18:00.000-04:002005-04-25T11:36:19.213-04:00Quiet DesperationI’ve seen that look before. I see it in your eyes.I’ve seen that look before. You’ve lost control of your life,Control of your life.Isolation, desperation, regulation, intimidation,Despite all the subjugation,Doesn’t matter what they say cause I won’t listen anywayI sit back and laugh. See, I told you so.You followed too many rules. Now there’s no place to go,No place to go.--M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1114001720742914402005-04-20T08:48:00.000-04:002005-04-20T08:55:20.743-04:00Failure times sixThe call came yesterday, around 2:40 p.m.; not one of the three transferred eight-cell eggs had latched on and I was most certainly not pregnant.I'm already past disappointed and have moved right on into fierce anger at my body and its inability to do anything right. Anything! I can't find a job, have a child or live my life in any way that seems worthwhile. I'm an utter fuck-up.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1113917161274140802005-04-19T09:10:00.000-04:002005-04-19T09:26:01.276-04:00Hurry up and waitYesterday was the first time this year I've spent almost the entire day with the windows open. Good, because it shoos all the musty, dusty winter air out and ushers in clean, unadulterated spring breezes. 'Orrible, because Murphy feels compelled to bark like an eediot at every. goddamn. noise. I appreciate his need to guard the house and its inhabitants but for the love of Pete, M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1110658437311325922005-03-12T12:56:00.000-05:002005-03-12T15:13:57.313-05:00Diarist decisionsI just made a decision about who to vote for in the Diarist Awards based on my gut.I feel shame because I actually discarded this site as an option for my vote because they listed a link on their sidebar to a site I have never seen before. Nonetheless, the title seriously offended me. And that's wrong.I know it, yet today it doesn't matter.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1110319477825623482005-03-08T16:33:00.000-05:002005-03-08T17:04:37.826-05:00Taking the plungeTomorrow I begin training for a very interesting-sounding temp gig.The money isn't fabulous, but then consider what I've been making since last November. It's enough to cover next month's bills, so I'm grateful. And the temp agency woman is a laugh and a half which is also a nice change. When she read on my resume that I had a pet treat bakery she just about went mental. She tookM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1110208601757211282005-03-07T10:04:00.000-05:002005-03-07T10:16:41.760-05:00Fingers crossedI've got another job interview at noon today. The interesting thing about it is that I'm far more calm and centered than I was regarding the one last week. That bodes well, don't you think? Honestly, there are some days when being a Pisces is totally worth it.It's only a two-week gig with three days of orientation preceeding it, but I'm hoping this allows for some networking with M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1109955638584896972005-03-04T11:50:00.000-05:002005-03-04T12:00:38.586-05:00DO NOTFirst off, I'll tell you folks who hardly know me that I do not play well with authority figures, to the point where it's been detrimental to my job/relationships/personal freedom. Don't tell me what to do is all I'm sayin'.This morning I was happily applying Veet to my legs in preparation for my aqua aerobics class at noon; I was even humming a little tune about being hair-free. Imagine myM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1109878493560568622005-03-03T14:05:00.000-05:002005-03-04T07:29:14.333-05:00Happy Non-Special Day to MeToday is my birthday.Thirty-eight years ago at 7:28 p.m. I pushed my way into this world with a full head of hair and a set of lungs that would make anyone jealous. Thank all the pestilent gods I am still the proud owner of both.This year my present to myself is not doing a personal inventory. My life is almost completely circling the drain right now and it would only M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1109798359210041232005-03-02T16:12:00.000-05:002005-03-02T16:19:19.213-05:00CompulsionI used to have a 300g bar of this chocolate in the bottom drawer of my living room armoire. I don't anymore. Ask me why.Because today, while I was simultaneously watching the blizzard outside, listening to Angel Season Two and playing The Queen's Jewels, I ATE THE ENTIRE THING.I feel sick. In lots of ways.So how do I combat the sickness? Why, pizza of course.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1109280458289415932005-02-24T16:18:00.000-05:002005-02-24T16:27:38.293-05:00As the clock ticks down...You tell me there's an angel in your tree Did he say he'd come to call on me For things are getting desperate in our home Living in the parish of the restless folks I know Everybody now bring your family down to the riverside Look to the east to see where the fat stock hide Behind four walls of stone the rich man sleeps It's time we put the flame torch to their keep BurnM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1108847864801381702005-02-19T14:51:00.000-05:002005-02-19T16:17:44.803-05:00Waiting...Today is nesting day. I'm not getting out of my jammies; I am enjoying flitting in and out of the kitchen while listening to Season Eight of Friends. I'm not answering the phone; I am paging through my cookbooks to find some lovely recipes for tonight's dinner. (Choices: Homemade Chili, Cheese and Onion Soda Bread and Chocolate Gingerbread for dessert. I rock.)I know what you're M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1107874278494091602005-02-08T09:05:00.000-05:002005-02-08T09:51:18.493-05:00Love to love ya, baby
Coleen has invited me to participate in Februarium this year and I have gratefully accepted. It will give me something to do while I wait for the job interview phone calls to come rolling in.
I don't think it's outside the rules of play to start these entries early, so I'll probably flesh out a few this afternoon after I get back from the market. They tell me it's a lot M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1107555220018191122005-02-04T16:53:00.000-05:002005-02-04T17:13:40.020-05:00Hiding in plain sight
Things are seriously heating up for me right now, and I honestly can't say whether it's a hell of my own making or not.
I think I've told you I've been through three pretty severe bouts of depression in my life, the last one being about 15 years ago. While I thank all the pestilent gods it's been a long while since I've had to deal with The Drama, I suspect I've somehow M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1106860965892698912005-01-27T16:14:00.000-05:002005-01-27T16:22:45.893-05:00Bursting at the seams
The Boy, having taken an entire day off work in order to go to a one hour job interview, decided to take me out to lunch.
So yay! I don't leave the house much lately because I'm working on achieving my Hermit patch from the local Scout troop. Poverty and unemployment make it easy to sit firmly rooted in my chair in front of this computer, so I might be cheating but I'm not M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1106331421395428682005-01-21T13:46:00.000-05:002005-01-21T13:17:01.396-05:00Forcing the Issue
I'm working on another entry for the journal to explain what happened last weekend, but I know I need to get back into a writing schedule of some kind if only for my sanity. I also thank heavens for this blog, because I know this is my Oasis for Stream of Consciousness Writing where I don't have to worry about content.
Also, the fact that you continue to read here? Blows my M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1103191401588569262004-12-16T05:01:00.000-05:002004-12-16T05:03:21.586-05:00I have a secret...
Nope, that's all for now.
Suckahs!
All I ask is that you keep a good thought for me. I promise I'll tell, I'm just spending more time knocking wood than running around telling willy-nilly at the moment is all.
M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1101162460974636072004-11-22T16:48:00.000-05:002004-11-22T17:27:40.976-05:00Who's the fairest of them all?
Yesterday, The Boy and I headed out for an early brunch a few towns away.
Brunch is never a bad thing, especially when trifle is involved. The ladies who work there have now been sufficiently trained to bring it out when they see me, regardless of the fact that it's 0830 on a Sunday morning. Donkey may say everyone enjoys a good parfait, but I must insist that a M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1100794981821162862004-11-18T11:10:00.000-05:002004-11-18T11:23:01.820-05:00Is it too late?
There is one person in my life I need to hear from right now. I've left so many tentative voicemail messages to no avail.
If I've fucked up utterly, I need to know. Talk to me.
Please know how important you are to me; I need you, I miss you. I'm cold, hollow without you.
I'm ready to get down on my knees, to repent, to get into great detail about why exactly it is I've M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1100122252551164932004-11-10T16:09:00.000-05:002004-11-10T16:30:52.550-05:00IIIII'm siiiiiick
I cannot speak. A nation rejoices.
This flippin' cold is turning me up-side down, unh, boy you turn me, in-side out and round and round. But honestly, it's not as fun as I would have you believe. I really hate the fact that I cannot achieve the mind over matter thing, being the strong individual that I am. This cold hath mightily kicked mine ass, yea verily.
One good thing M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1099079246728689272004-10-29T14:45:00.000-04:002004-10-29T15:47:26.726-04:00Don't Let Him Steal Your Heart Away
Today has been the Blessed Day of Weeping on the local soft rock station. The main speaker in the office is directly above my desk, so I've been spending the entire day transporting back and forth from the present to 1980, 1982, 1986-1989, etc. It's been draining to say the least.
You see, I used to be an emotional person. (Not like I am now, basically dead M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1099006443394489992004-10-28T19:15:00.000-04:002004-10-28T19:34:23.510-04:00Ha.Ha.Ha.
As many times in a day as I bemoan my current state of affairs, I should match one-to-one the people in my life who work hard to keep me smiling. They ask after me and take great pleasure in conveying tales of their lives, stories that interest me, that educate me, that tickle my funny bone. (Something that is never ticklish, ironically).
Being a Pisces, I have a tendency to wallow. M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1098448287769784572004-10-22T08:21:00.000-04:002004-10-22T08:31:27.770-04:00Will Work for Food
TGIF. Good Lord, I mean it.
And I've only worked two days this week, so how does that compute? No, correction, I've worked one day and am gearing up to start the second. The last thing I want to do it lie to you all, good people. I've had it up to here with this place, and last Friday I said that with an absolute certainty. It was weird, there was this sort of ping! sound, M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1097868232830106882004-10-15T09:42:00.000-04:002004-10-15T15:23:52.830-04:00A subconscious romp
Last night I dreamed I had a new job. Not a job I'll ever really have, mind you, but one I guess I want deep down. I was the Admin. Assistant for John Cusack and Jeremy Piven. They had a company together that centered around the creation of innovative marketing booths for large corporations to take to trade shows.
John did the paperwork and the conceptualization and Jerome (M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1096728059231789892004-10-02T10:12:00.000-04:002004-10-03T18:57:28.390-04:00Witholding money but not corn dogs
I'm pissed off today.
This is starting to become a disturbing theme, non?
This time, I think I'm justified: I'm on so many drugs at the moment I'm all over the map emotionally. The last shot yesterday (HcG) hurts like hell to shoot and the needle is huge. The college decided in their wisdom not to pay me this week which means I'll have to wait another two M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1096637163466427302004-10-01T09:04:00.000-04:002004-10-01T09:26:03.466-04:00Anything for the cause
Last night I dreamt I was staying in a seriously swank hotel with my First Love. It was during the holiday season and we were having the best time ever. We enjoyed long walks on their trails, fabulous candlelit dinners in their private dining room, canoodling *everywhere* and long, serious talks while sprawled on the king size bed in our cavernous room.
I think I could sayM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1096481479842882962004-09-29T13:58:00.000-04:002004-09-29T14:11:19.843-04:00I, Pincushion
It seems like just yesterday I was writing to tell you I was back at the college. Things are winding down and if everything goes as my boss planned, I'll be done on Friday. As one never knows, I'll double check with her and might find out I'm staying longer. Which would make my anemic bank account leap into the air and shout, "Whoo-hoo!"
This month's fourth cycle has been M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1095952211119922932004-09-23T08:19:00.000-04:002004-09-23T15:43:45.476-04:00Small things amuse small minds
It's no fun playing Bookworm if you can't find any of the bad words for points. I did get 210 points for 'git', though.
It's no fun being hit on by cute, 18-year-old, nice-smelling boys when I'm releasing loans if you can't act on it.
It's no fun losing weight when that weight verily runs from your chestal area, leaving your push up bra to LAUGH and LAUGH when youM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1095875754586745672004-09-22T08:30:00.000-04:002004-09-22T13:55:54.586-04:00Canadian Model
Every five weeks or so, I have the distinct pleasure of visiting my local salon. Owned by my good friend of 22 years, HD ensures I look as good as possible most of the time. Well, everything being relative.
My hair has been described by some as tortoise shell, which I enjoy immensely. There are about five colours in it now, ranging from a caramel highlight to the darkest of auburnM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1095797260255636872004-09-21T16:03:00.000-04:002004-09-21T16:07:40.286-04:00Pointing to the loan document in front of the student:
Me:THIS is the first 60 per cent of your loan, and THIS is the amount we're taking from it to send to the Registrar's Office to pay down your tuition owing. The remainder of your loan is available here exactly halfway through your study period.
Student:Wait! I'm supposed to get more money than this! I can't live on this for the whole year! M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1095185205701837772004-09-14T13:04:00.000-04:002004-09-14T14:06:45.700-04:00I'm dying
Just kidding. Although flowers and boxes of gooey Laura Secord chocolates wouldn't go amiss right around now.
Mass release is always a killer, but I find I'm less and less tolerant of the toll it takes on my body as the years go by. I suppose it would be easier on me if I didn't insist on working at my usual breakneck speed, but that would just be another kind of pain for me. Once I M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1094666109378292342004-09-08T13:54:00.000-04:002004-09-08T13:55:09.380-04:00Sluggish
The last 'official' weekend of the summer has, for the past 15 years, been full of social functions for me. Not only is it Labour Day but The Boy's birthday. This translates into Birthday Hoopla that comes in a close second to the weeklong celebration of the day my niece Kate was born. Saturday is the cottage with no less than 30 members of my father's side, all drinking and sunning M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1094588274220498322004-09-07T15:36:00.000-04:002004-09-07T16:19:35.636-04:00I'm NOT your Mother, your minister or your personal banker, dude
I'm back at the college, as you know.
We're Mass Releasing loans for the entire month of September. Which basically means I'm seeing around 60 students a day until October, dealing with ID and loan amounts and outstanding tuition and signature pages and missed appointments and the like. It's a zoo, which isn't the awful part. What M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1094051480698096122004-09-01T10:36:00.000-04:002004-09-01T11:11:20.696-04:00Never say never
So, guess where I'm sitting?
If you read me, you've probably already guessed it: I'm back at the college. Heavens preserve me.
Leave a comment and tell me I'm pretty. And that I'm not simply a money ho and that I'm better than this and I should really be doing peacekeeping work in the Middle East or reading to the blind or writing (writing!) for a living. Because right now I'm M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1093893935056072862004-08-30T15:06:00.000-04:002004-08-30T15:31:26.193-04:00Bored..... bored, bored, bored, bored. Bored.
When I got up this morning from my fitful slumber on the couch due to my unstoppable coughing fits, I noticed something: it was actually cool. The a/c hadn't come on for hours so far as I could tell and there was no residual sweat in all those spaces you feel it when the humidity is so bad you want to kill and no jury in the land would convict you. ItM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1093646249018520432004-08-27T18:15:00.000-04:002004-08-30T15:35:05.156-04:00The demon whiskey
Last night, I went out. It was my usual once-a-month Thursday thang on the patio at The Keg. This particular location used to be a train station and they went to great expense to change it into the coolest of 50's-era lounges. There's a picture above the leather couches of one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen; if I could have a do-over, I would so totally be this M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1093538934200620082004-08-26T12:40:00.000-04:002004-08-26T12:48:54.200-04:00I'm no Twinkie, yo!
Seriously, I'm letting the sheer magnitude of stuff that happened over JCon weekend intimidate me. ME! And that, I cannot have.
So I'm going to go the way of Jason and break it down into manageable parts.
Starting today. I will. No, I will.
And Coleen? We have to talk about those cigarettes you gave me. I think I've found one more reason we are sisters who were separated M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1093446385997987222004-08-25T10:59:00.000-04:002004-08-25T11:06:25.996-04:00I just lost an entry that was fab-oo.
I suck.
M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1093258936057920452004-08-23T06:59:00.000-04:002004-08-23T07:02:16.056-04:00It's early and I'm all packed and ready to catch a cab. I want to wake them and tell them how much I appreciate them putting me up but can't bring myself to do it.
I also want to eat that little baby's head. Trust me, when you're lying there staring at it, only then can you truly understand how an action like that can't possibly be wrong.
Wish me safe travel.
M.
M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1092142525943102162004-08-10T08:42:00.000-04:002004-08-10T08:55:25.943-04:00Countdown
Less than an hour to go before I am away to my pre-interview. I must dazzle and impress and right this minute all I want to do is toss my cookies.
Nerves, you see.
I fear I'll show up at Cindy's office all ashen, with bloodshot eyes and a shaky constitution. I will leave a thin film of nervous sweat on her palm when I attempt to shake her hand with some semblance of confidence and M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1091911915694596842004-08-07T16:26:00.000-04:002004-08-07T16:51:55.693-04:00I'm putting this here because no one ever looks anyway.
I am sitting at the computer at my friend's house, wiping away tears and trying not to heave. We just had what I would categorize as the Second Strangest conversation I think I've ever had with him. And I'm freaking out.
Other than Lisa, who's been my friend for 29 years (since our eyes met across a crowded classroom in Grade Three), he M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1091468510644840132004-08-02T13:08:00.000-04:002004-08-02T13:41:50.643-04:00August Long-ass Weekend
It's the last weekend before crushing unemployment hits again, and I'm feeling at loose ends.
Friday night was a bust. The Boy managed to catch a piece of flying metal with his cornea and came home from work early. I had to leave work early to take him to the doctor to get fitted for a pirate-like eye patch. I took advantage of what was left of the workday to pop over toM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1090531494248368502004-07-22T17:24:00.000-04:002004-07-23T08:53:27.863-04:00It's Thursday, but also Fry-Day
What a day!
The Boy suggested breakfast around 8:30, when it was still relatively cool. Good thing he waited as long as he did too, since by that time my stomach was just about finished getting over my tiny hangover. (Guinness and Crispy Crunch shooters. Ugh.) We jumped in the Jeep and headed out for my hometown. There is a truckstop there that should M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1089225270668303182004-07-07T11:04:00.000-04:002004-07-07T14:34:30.666-04:00Man, what a day.
I went off my pills yesterday when Meghan told me the insemination hadn't worked. I forgot that the resulting Crimson Wave is about 5x a normal monthly 'visit'.
Add to that my lack of carbs and man oh man, you probably don't want to get in my path today. Last night, I talked to The Boy at work and he told me he'd made a cheesecake that just needed the cherries added. He M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1089142810682099212004-07-06T15:36:00.000-04:002004-07-06T16:15:38.646-04:00Strike Three
I just got off the phone with my caseworker, Meghan. She went to great lengths to cushion the blow of my third failed cycle. I'm told the next step might be to have a laporoscopy (?), but at least we're still moving ahead. I'm certainly not looking forward to calling Mom later.
In other news, I've restarted my altered diet. So I'm cranky. I'm bound and determined to look better thanM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-108800047566801702004-06-23T10:05:00.000-04:002004-06-23T10:21:15.666-04:00Yes, we have no bananas...I just got back from opening day of the latest REAL Great Canadian Superstore. They built it on the site of some old army barracks in the east end, rather nearer to my house than the one I presently frequent. This one is a seven minute drive as opposed to a twenty minute scoot up the road to the pricier one in the shi shi part of town. The only thing missing is the M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1087915041733913492004-06-22T10:31:00.000-04:002004-06-22T10:39:19.573-04:00Not so much success"College is something you complete. Life is something you experience. So don’t worry about your grade, or the results or success. Success is defined in myriad ways, and you will find it, and people will no longer be grading you, but it will come from your own internal sense of decency.."
-the lovely Jon Stewart
I'm feeling very much like M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1087823061495653962004-06-21T08:48:00.000-04:002004-06-21T09:04:21.496-04:00Lots to do today.I must pester the friend who was silly enough to mention over drinks that there might be a proofreader job going at her place of work. I don't want to stalk her but she leaves me no choice. I dropped off my resume six days ago and haven't heard anything yet, so in I go to make a personal appearance.
I've been idling wondering over the past week what it would be like to wake up M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1086961575893294862004-06-11T09:22:00.000-04:002004-06-22T10:41:18.593-04:00Man, I am losing it.I just sent off an email to a journaller I read regularly in response to her notify list offer of a free gmail account. In her words, the request had to be 'pretty'. Mine just ended up being scary, I think. Now I'll spend all day worrying I've alienated yet another person out there in the ether and how this will affect my already slightly dented karma. I'm such a spaz.
I haveM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1086789755119352602004-06-09T09:28:00.000-04:002004-06-22T10:42:27.086-04:00Falling Spirits AheadI'm dozy today. It's hot, I have the tummy rumbles and I had the first shot of the new cycle last night so I'm the slightest bit grumpy. It's rumoured to be 42C (with the humidex) today, which is just beyond exciting; I'm expecting an asthma attack any moment now...
I find myself wanting to use this blog for the minutiae in my life. Who the hell is interested? I have no ideaM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1086700527108372382004-06-08T09:14:00.000-04:002004-06-08T09:15:27.106-04:00I took a stab and left Murphy alone in the livingroom while I went for my baseline blood test. I risked it even further when I got in the drive through line for a coffee on the way home.
I'm so, so, so sorry I did that.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1086448456159750372004-06-05T11:04:00.000-04:002004-06-05T11:14:16.160-04:00I'm already crashing and burning big time with AlphaBytes 2004. It's not too late, though, for I shall power through this weekend to come up with my delinquent entries and be all set for the fresh, new opportunity not to suck that is Next Week.
Murphy endured The Big Snip on Thursday, but had to stay overnight at the vet since I can't yet handle him and Bailey in the truck at the same time. The M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1085766558247499622004-05-28T13:35:00.000-04:002004-05-29T09:33:28.740-04:00This morning I was up at the butt crack of dawn to get ready for a breakfast meeting. The group, named The Networkers, meets at 0700 every Friday morning. As part of this association, each member makes an effort to become familiar with the businesses of other members and strives to get referrals for them from clients, family and friends.
My friend Beth is a massage therapist and urged me to comeM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1085331952252530702004-05-23T12:54:00.000-04:002004-05-23T13:05:52.253-04:00I feel as though I should be out in the laneway, hammering away at my ark. The amount of rain and the number of Severe Thunderstorm Warnings over the past four days has been staggering. I only hope my little grass seeds are able to weather these torrential downpours.
I don't feel quite as put out as the many, many (many) campers who booked their sites when holiday wreaths and twinkly lights M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1084978228213878742004-05-19T10:43:00.000-04:002004-05-19T10:54:20.020-04:00I need a round tuit. Anyone?
I simultaneously love and hate days when I have a million picky things to do in a row. If I can actually get my ass out of the computer chair and make a list, I find great satisfaction in checking one item off after another, much like Monica and Ross.
"Check!"
However, at the end of the day when I finally sit down with a coffee and a square from one of my Hershey'sM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1084654451292283842004-05-15T16:31:00.000-04:002004-05-15T16:54:11.293-04:00The Boy pulled the pin around 9:00 last night in preparation for his final day on the continental shift at work. The alarm goes off at 4:40 and he wants to be able to hit the ground running, so I don't blame him.
The only problem was Murphy; he didn't want to go to bed quite yet. He is relegated to the mean, nasty crate overnight due to his penchant for chewing anything and everything when not M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1084129116558506222004-05-09T14:58:00.000-04:002004-05-09T15:03:42.170-04:00It's a rainy Sunday today. We celebrated Mother's Day yesterday, here, but my sister wants to take Mom out to eat today since it's the actual day. Our family is very big with the "actual day" celebrations.
I've been dozing on the couch for most of the day, slug that I am. The Boy got up at 4:40 to get ready for work, so I've been dragging my ass out of bed at that ungodly hour as well to get theM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1084010853461477892004-05-08T06:07:00.000-04:002004-05-15T17:23:04.856-04:00My new (brilliant) ad for the business is up at Dogster. My friend Aimee was instrumental in making the actual banner ad, but I almost drove myself into an asylum coming up with a seemingly casual tag line. I now see why people pay companies lots of moolah to do it for them.
The Little Black Dog Bakery. Check it out.
In eight hours I am hosting an early Mother's Day get together. My old china M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1083929091551167802004-05-07T07:24:00.000-04:002004-05-07T07:28:05.373-04:00I caught the series finale of Dawson's Creek yesterday morning on TBS, watched all the Friends hoopla last night and ER on tape this morning. I haven't cried so much in ages.
At one point I got up to get more tissues from the washroom. As I reached for the box, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror; I looked awful, all red eyes and blotchy skin and runny nose. The interesting thing is, I M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1070371895090934062003-12-02T08:31:00.000-05:002003-12-02T08:33:03.450-05:00Hi y'all!
I'm posting over at the journal this month, as I'm participating in Holidailies again this December.
See you over there!M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069961988092581662003-11-27T14:39:00.000-05:002004-05-15T17:03:27.910-04:00On this day of American thankfulness, I would like to add my two cents' worth. Mind, it should probably be my nickel's worth since it's, you know, crappy old Canadian money.
I'm thankful for my family who loves and supports me.
I'm thankful for my wide-reaching group of friends. This community is comprised of the young and old, rich and poor, professionals and students, meek and M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069866362029155662003-11-26T12:06:00.000-05:002003-11-26T12:29:09.403-05:00I hate being asked for my advice. It's too much pressure, thinking that perhaps the person who has asked for it will actually act on it. So I hum and hah, laying out scenarios that simultaneously defend and convict both sides. I guess what I want to do is provide said person with a few new perspectives on the issue, instead of a diatribe on what I would do.
Still, it's nice to be asked.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069860748519362112003-11-26T10:32:00.000-05:002003-11-26T10:32:59.920-05:00I can't support this guy's actions, but I definitely think someone should do something. Winding up in jail might not be the most intellingent way to solve the problem.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069274961547120062003-11-19T15:49:00.000-05:002003-11-19T15:49:45.950-05:00The walnuts were a hit!
Anyone who wants the (incredibly easy) recipe, just whip over to my journal and email me. The first five requests will also receive my recipe for kick-ass-phyllo-triangles-that-everyone-will-love.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069248856074411052003-11-19T08:34:00.000-05:002003-11-19T08:41:26.733-05:00If I ever have a kid, I'm going to have to take a time management class.
I left work yesterday, drove 45 minutes to my hometown to see my dentist (15 years cavity free! Yay me!), hit the grocery story, drove home, cracked walnuts and fell asleep on the chesterfield. The Boy promised to wake me at the crack of pitch dark this morning, as I seem to get fiddly tasks done faster and smarter if I M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069177917113383222003-11-18T12:51:00.000-05:002003-11-18T14:01:45.890-05:00You know, it's funny how something you do that doesn't float your boat will wind up providing you with a bit of luck if you approach it with the right attitude.
I'm involved with the office audit. Now, usually the word audit strikes fear into my heart. In this case, it's not personal so I was indifferent about it. Hell, anything that takes me away from reassessing student's files for the new M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1069104629979605602003-11-17T16:30:00.000-05:002003-11-17T16:30:52.856-05:00I'm wondering a few things today. First, the difference between corned beef and brisket.
Second: why are the people (full-time people) in my office so threatened by me? Ganging up on me just isn't nice. Their schoolyard tactics are making me sad.
Third: Won't you be my neighbour?M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1068832611609833452003-11-14T12:56:00.000-05:002003-11-14T12:58:31.733-05:00Today, I'm keying names for cover pages of supporting documentation books to be sent to the Ministry. Not that you needed to know that, it just sort of rounds out the story I was going to tell.
I just came upon my given name, attached to the name of the first boy I ever loved. It looked kind of weird, but got me to thinking about there being another me out there, someone who might be having a M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1068831830474297202003-11-14T12:43:00.000-05:002003-11-14T12:44:44.593-05:00Man, I'm busy today. Which isn't a bad thing, when you stop and think about it. It distracts me from my disturbing thoughts and keeps me from eating. Both excellent side effects in my humble opinion.
Heh: Karen just showed up an hour early for our lunch date. Usually, she's late and I wind up meandering my way down the three halls to her office to meet her. Today, she showed up, grinning, at my M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1068663724507767582003-11-12T14:02:00.000-05:002003-11-12T14:03:00.306-05:00I'll take a Guinness, thanks.
Auction craziness abounds! Every one of my six auctions will wind up succeeding. And if it turns into a permanent thang, I'm going to take a stab at putting up some jewellery.
Sara makes some of the prettiest necklaces I've seen. Excellent combinations of size, texture and colour. I have a hard time visualizing my pieces and wind up creating on my layout board as M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1068480686303315752003-11-10T11:11:00.000-05:002003-11-10T11:15:45.960-05:00Well, I had an interesting weekend.
Saturday I hit the ground running. Cleaned, baked doggie treats to shore up the inventory, mailed out a few orders from the website. Then it was a lovely drive to the country to visit Mom and my favourite neighbours across the street. They were having a 'do' to introduce the three newest members of the family to their extended family. I guess we qualify as M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1068045144081723472003-11-05T10:12:00.000-05:002003-11-05T11:34:57.740-05:00Auctions are up and I'm being bid on! I was actually worried that there wouldn't be any interest, but then again that's my worry about everything I do and everyone I meet.
Check them out.
I'm also recycling my money into other auctions, like the bad girl that I am. I've got my eye on a black seed bead/mother-of-pearl necklace right now. Apparently, my bid of $13.50 USD isn't even close to the M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1067632978135733922003-10-31T15:42:00.000-05:002003-10-31T15:42:56.893-05:00As I sit here at my desk, attempting to finish a report that doesn't interest me one iota, I occasionally look up from my work. I've seen a witch, a passable Keanu Reeves Matrix impersonation, Satan and a doctor. Funny thing is, I don't fully appreciate their efforts, nor do I mentally smack myself for not coming up with a clever idea for a costume of my own.
This workplace has sucked the whimsyM.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1067523590013628962003-10-30T09:19:00.000-05:002003-10-30T09:22:20.383-05:00Okay, can someone email me and tell me why I'm such a big, dumb dog?
Pattering after everyone, working my ass off to achieve, simply wanting to please? I'm Odie, for fuck's sake.
And why do most people see a person who lives to do a good job, then proceed to treat said person like something they stepped in? Although at the same time, they still want you to continue performing (most likely M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1067519078227586382003-10-30T08:04:00.000-05:002003-10-30T08:04:28.523-05:00John Mayer, baby!
http://www.johnlabattcentre.com/calendar/112003-03.html
I'm going alone. Yes, that's right, alone. I'll make friends with the little girlies on all sides of me, we will sway and swoon and sing all the words to all the songs and I shall be a happy camper. I'll buy an outrageously priced t-shirt which I will sleep in, the better to induce Mayer-esque dreams.
John Mayer, baby!M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1067286370273200862003-10-27T15:26:00.000-05:002003-10-27T15:28:01.876-05:00I'm gearing up to figure out how to participate in an online auction.
The stuff I'm seeing in the previews is absolutely awesome. Check it out and tell your friends!
M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5788271.post-1067026351186010652003-10-24T16:12:00.000-04:002003-10-24T16:13:27.923-04:00I just finished a monster project for my boss. Well, truth be told, it's 66.6666666% done, but the rest will wait. I keyed 1,000 Social Insurance Numbers today. Thank heavens for my discman and my mix cds!
I'm now cramping up nicely.
On a lighter note, I must go home and do laundry, pack and clean the Jeep in preparation for my trip south in the wee hours of tomorrow morning. There are few M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328978486043366742noreply@blogger.com0