Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Acutally, I'm really looking forward to this one. We're off to the swanky Drake Hotel for dinner and drinks. Oh, and our "significant others" (or just others) will be joining us. Which makes me think that any of us with significant others will be behaving tonight. (And that is completely fine with me. I don't need to be the topic of the next-day "OMG did you hear what she did last night???" stories.)
However, if there is no post early tomorrow morning in my blog... you'll know I still had a good time.
Happy holidays everyone!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
If you don't know what "nudging" is on MSN, let me fill you in. Basically, you can press a button that "nudges" the person you're talking to - and it shakes their screen. It's highly annoying... but since we're both very mature, B and I use MSN to nudge each other over and over again. Often without even having any type of conversation.
Anyway - so here's our conversation... (By the way - B and I amuse ourselves to no end. We think we're quite funny).
You have just sent a nudge.
B just sent you a nudge.
is someone nudging you other than me??????????????
You have just sent a nudge.
I'm nudging Green Card
B just sent you a nudge.
who's green card?
You have just sent a nudge.
nudge her too, k?
B just sent you a nudge.
I'm disappointed in you. nudging other women
ha ha ha... nice
You have just sent a nudge.
what can i say. I need a little nudgin'.
I want to make nudge to someone
B just sent you a nudge.
B just sent you a nudge.
"I want to make nudge to someone"....
I actually had some nudging last night
so I'm not nudge-starved
i have to settle for nudging myself
Like this news. I heard recently that my Dad is stepping down (mid-season) as coach of his minor hockey team. That doesn't seem like a big deal to you, does it?
Well, here's the thing. My Dad loves hockey. He lives and breathes coaching. When the season ends, he barely takes any time off before he's out "scouting" - checking out players for next year's team.
My Dad has devoted over 30 years of his life to coaching - all volunteer work. And it's a very big time commitment. But he does it. Year after year, he's helping boys learn on-ice and life skills about being a team player, the importance of being okay with a loss and being an admirable winner. He helps these boys excel at a sport they love. And the best part is, he really cares about them and cares about having fun.
With his guidance, his teams have won championships, have made it to the Provincials and have had countless number of wins and made it through some bad seasons and losses, too. But it's always been fun.
This year, something different is happening. There are some problem parents, some of the players aren't committing, they don't feel they have to learn from my Dad - and they're losing. All season. Which is okay, in my Dad's eyes.
But, as he told my mom, after 30 plus years of coaching, it's suddenly no longer any fun for him. He doesn't look forward to games like he used to. So, he's stepping down.
I think it's the right decision for him - and I'm glad he's made it. But for some reason, I feel quite emotional about it. I guess I don't like the thought of someone not giving my Dad the respect he deserves. And I don't like the thought of my Dad being unhappy.
I just hope he remembers all the good experiences he's had. And maybe the ice will call to him again one day.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Last night I watched Finding Neverland (again), starring my boyfriend Johnny Depp.
If you haven't seen that movie yet, you should. I often talk about how visually pleasing Johnny Depp is - but this movie also proves what an incredible actor he is. I don't think the man makes bad movies. Ever.
This movie is pretty simple. There are no intense car chases. No steamy sex scenes. No mind-blowing effects. No big dance numbers (except for one small scene where Johnny dances with his dog... and a bear). But I couldn't take my eyes off the screen for a minute.
I think it's pretty darn fantastic that there are movies out there that simply tell beautiful stories. Now that's entertainment.
Monday, December 10, 2007
We started with the breakfast course, went on to the salads, then on to the antipasto and breads, followed by a main course and, of course, dessert.
The food was decadent, the Christmas decor beautiful, the atmosphere fantastic and the company - perfect. I've asked A. before if he wants to invite our parents to join us sometime, but for now he says he likes having it as a tradition for just the two of us. That's pretty cute.
Anyway, so yesterday's feast marks the first during a season full of over-eating, drinking and little to no exercise. Ahh... the holidays. They're so great, aren't they?
Friday, December 7, 2007
This was inspired by Dawn. So fun! Read on...
1. Eggnog or hot chocolate?
Always hot chocolate. With cookies.
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just put them under the tree?
They always come wrapped. And with different wrapping paper, of course.
3. Colored or white lights on tree/house?
4. Do you hang mistletoe?
5. When do you put your decorations up?
Usually the second weekend in December – when we get our tree (real!)
6. What is your holiday dish?
I’ve never cooked a Christmas dinner, so I can’t really say I have a dish. I do always bring cold cuts and buns to the family potluck Christmas party though. Does that count?
7. Favorite holiday memory as a child.
Baking sugar cookies with my Mom on Christmas Eve day and decorating them with my brother and Dad, reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas before bed time on Christmas Eve, running down the stairs frantically as soon as my parents said “okay!” on Christmas morning, going to my Aunt and Uncle’s house on Boxing Day for turkey sandwiches and games.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
I wrote about the moment I discovered Santa wasn’t real in a mini-story once. This is what I wrote:
At Christmas one year, I was on the fence about the whole ‘Santa Claus’ thing. Dad asked me to put some boxes away in the storage space. And that’s when I saw it. The wrapping paper that Santa uses. The wrapping paper that proved to my brother and I that Santa really was real. It was different paper – paper that we didn’t see until Christmas morning.
“Dad, what was that extra wrapping paper doing in the storage room?” I questioned accusingly.
“What paper?” he asked absent-mindedly as he unwrapped the cord from the vacuum cleaner.
“The paper that all of our gifts from Santa were wrapped in. Why would it be there?”
He turned his back to me and started up the noisy vacuum. “Santa left it for us.”
I stared at my father as he cleaned up for a few minutes. He was lying. I knew it.
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
With different decorations from each year hubby and I have been together.
11. Snow! Love it or dread it?
Love it. But I’m done with it by January 2nd.
12. Can you ice skate?
Sorta. But not well. And not backwards.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
Hmm… I think it was the keyboard I got when I was a kid. I never knew how to play the piano – but for some reason really wanted a keyboard.
Also, one year hubby surprised me at the King Edward hotel Christmas brunch with the Nutcracker tickets. It was a very romantic Christmas memory.
14. What's the most important thing about the holidays for you?
15. What is your favorite holiday dessert?
16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
I still love baking cookies with my Mom on Christmas Eve. And I love playing games with the family on Christmas Day after dinner and going to a movie with hubby on Boxing Day.
17. What tops your tree?
A very, bright, almost tacky-looking star.
18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?
Both! I really love it when I get a great gift for someone and I can tell they love it.
19. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Suzy Snowflake. Or anything by the Muppets.
20. Candy canes.
Not a big fan.
21. Favorite Christmas movie?
Christmas Vacation. So funny. I love Cousin Eddie.
22. What do you leave for Santa?Used to leave cookies. But we didn’t leave anything last year.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Anyway, so of course I'm going to sample a cookie or 2 here and there. Or 12.
Yep - I ate 12 cookies yesterday. In one day alone.
I was good and decided to forgo the morning cookie. (You know, the first thing you eat in the day... while you're waiting for your breakfast to be ready... mmmm... so good). Instead, I thought I'd have just 3 cookies for my snack after lunch. However, I brought 4 cookies to work to share one with a coworker. I didn't share.
Then, I got home and had to wait for dinner. So I had the "I'm just standing here, so I'll just have this little one right now" cookie. Then I had another.
After dinner, I thought to myself "tea and cookies would be so lovely now". So, a normal person would probably have 1 or 2 cookies with tea. I had 6. I have to admit... when I was on my 6th cookie I was thinking "I'm actually not hungry." But damn it, they tasted too good to not eat.
So that equals 12 cookies. I'm a teensy bit ashamed today. (Not too ashamed, however, that I couldn't bring 4 more cookies for lunch today. Today will be the day I share with my coworker. I swear.)
Good thing I'm going for a run tonight after work.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Today I ran a 10k race. I've done it before, a few years back... but today was different. Today there was snow. A lot of snow. Which meant today there was tougher terrain. Which meant today there was a lot more determination on my part... just to make it through. And the best part: today there was my Mom.
We ran on ice, through slush, in wind, in snow - and it was hard. Very
hard. But when we crossed the finish line, our faces were red, we were sweaty and cold at the same time... but we were ecstatic. We've run further distances in practice, but there was something about reading our finish time, being together and having that sense of accomplishment forever.
So that was my day. It was pretty damn awesome.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Dear Rude People I've Crossed Paths With While Minding My Own Business:
I'm not quite sure how or why, but it seems that I have somehow offended your delicate sensibilities and as a result, you've felt it's necessary to be crochety, rude and miserable.
Like you - person who was shoving me from behind in order to get onto the subway faster - I'm sorry if I wasn't moving quickly enough for you. Maybe you didn't see the hoards of people who were actually trying to get off the subway (which is why I was quietly waiting to one side of the subway doors. I know... how incredibly annoying of me).
Or, to Mrs. I'm-going-to-butt-in-line-and-then-push-this-girl-around-while-she's-trying-to-pay-for-subway-tokens. I wonder if you've ever read an article by Ms. Manners? I'm sure Ms. Manners would say that all nice people should wait their turn in line, rather than pushing and shoving innocent people who have waited a long time for their turn and just want to pay and move on with their day.
Finally, to you - the visibly agitated man who was upset with me for having the audacity to walk in front of his path on a busy street: please accept my apology. It was very wrong of me to get in your way and ruin your entire day. I see it made you very, very angry. How awful of me.
I know that this letter may be in vain, because you probably think your rudeness is justified, however; I just want you to know that it's really not that difficult to be pleasant. Try smiling a little each day. And relaxing. And try not to sweat the small stuff. It may surprise you.
And it will certainly make me (and everyone else around you, I'm sure) a whole lot happier.
Best of luck,
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Here's what I mean by "lack of food"...
We went for sushi. I love sushi. Love it to death. But I've been ruined by the REALLY good all you can eat sushi places in Toronto. I don't mean the gross, "been sitting on a counter under a sneeze shield all night" type of all you can eat. This sushi is fresh. And made for you as soon as you order it. And it's as endless as you want it.
So, last night, when we went to a very "Toronto" sushi restaurant (where everything is white and stark with 'clean lines' and the waiters wear all black and you get dirty looks if you don't order a saketini or whatever it's called). Anyway, so at this very posh restaurant, I ordered a miso soup, 2 pieces of nigiri (a piece of salmon on some rice) and one roll. Oh, and one of those saketini's (I was peer pressured). My dinner was $56.
Or... roughly the price that two people can dine for at an all you can eat sushi place. And I left a little hungry.
Needless to say, I wasn't overly impressed. But, that's just the suburbanite in me.
At least the company was great.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
At first, I was sure it was Friday. It's not. Boo. However, I was incredibly stressed because I was thinking about the doctor appointment I have to go to on Friday morning to get blood taken, which means I have to fast the night before after 7pm. (And I didn't last night. Mmm... food).
Anyway, then I thought to myself (at 4am, mind you) "Oh phew... I'm safe. It's only Thursday today." And happily went back to sleep.
Ah well. I now realize that it's Tuesday today (or so they tell me on Breakfast Television this morning). Not my favourite day of the week... but hey - I'm still coming out of my happy-go-lucky vacation mood. So, happy Tuesday everyone!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Having a break from work (even though I enjoy my job and wasn't stressed) makes you feel like a million bucks, doesn't it? Around mid-week, I completely forgot what day it was... which is a lovely, lovely feeling.
And whilst I was eating rich foods and drinking beer, I completely forgot about work, the errands I have to run, keeping the house clean, the upcoming Christmas shopping. Everything was gone.
Now I'm feeling refreshed and ready for the week ahead. Even the rainy, gloomy weather isn't bugging me.
Vacations. What a fabulous, fabulous concept. I urge you to go ahead and take one soon, too.
Friday, November 16, 2007
How much clearer can it be that our world is seriously f#$d up!?
First of all - to the man who married the dog, there is no, I repeat, NO atonement for stoning two dogs to death. That's just sick. I can't even bring myself to think about it... it's so cruel.
Secondly - listen buddy, bestiality is never the answer. Making a bitch your wife may seem like a good way to make up for your past indiscretions... but, I stand by the statement that I made after I heard Harry Potter had a fling with a horse in Equus, and that is - it's NEVER okay to get with an animal!
I'm saying a little prayer for the future of our world today.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I'm a morning person. I can get up at 5:30 and get my day started with an envigorating workout, no problem. I enjoy the peace and quiet of the house as I make my breakfast, check out the weather report on Breakfast Television and slowly get ready for the day. I actually like the mornings.
Evenings are another story. I have a joke with a couple of co-workers that once 4pm hits, I get stupid. 4pm is "stupid o'clock". And it's because I do my best thinking in the morning. That's when I'm the freshest. So, by evening - I just want to relax on the couch, watching mindless TV before I fall asleep.
This working late thing is just not conducive to my style. I must tell my boss.
Anyway, I managed to get to bed by 11:30pm - so I slept in today. Starting the morning at 6:30 isn't so bad. But I definitely need my morning latte to get me back on track.
Good morning, everyone!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
All I can picture in my mind is riding over dry plains in a little jeep with A by my side as we watch real, live elephants and giraffes roam by. We'll take a drive at sunset and watch the sky light up in bright reds and pinks while we let the warm, dry evening air whip through our hair and dance across our faces.
This is our dream.
And while we're still young and not tied down by much (read: kids), we're ready to take off and enjoy what adventures come our way.
Imagine going to Africa... and having the memory of us being there together, for the rest of our lives.
I can hardly wait.
Monday, November 12, 2007
I have to admit - I had fun being all domestic last night. It may sound boring and old, but A and I had a really good time, standing around in the kitchen, helping each other throw ingredients into the bowl, eating batter and talking excitedly about how good the cookies smell.
It was cold outside, and A and I spent the evening inside in a warm kitchen, in our pj's, drinking tea and eating fresh-baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. It was fun and romantic and yummy.
I'd say last night was pretty much as close to perfect as an evening can get.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Since joining this company a year and a half ago, I've won a national advertising award for creative, been part of 2 awards last night and look forward to having another award to put my name on next week at the big CMA night (not the Country Music Awards... the Canadian Marketing Association awards).
I know I'm totally patting myself on the back with this post... but I feel good! I'm an award-winning advertising creative. Woo hoo! I'm actually good at what I do!
Okay, that's enough of that. Don't want my head to get too big.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
On Halloween night, my running group had a scheduled run. So, my Mom and I went out for it - only to be met by yells of "Run faster!" and "F'n runners!!" That's right - as we jogged along, minding our own business, someone swore at us.
When we were out one Sunday morning for our run, we were met by honks and people actually imitating us in an attempt to make fun.
Now, I know running isn't for everyone... but this reaction seems pretty pathetic to me. It's like people are actually annoyed with us for wanting to get a little exercise into our day. Like - how dare we do something that has no actual affect on the people around us - but makes us feel good both physically and mentally?
I wonder what the reaction would be if I went into a gym and started hooting and hollering at the gym-goers while in the middle of their workout?
You know - I don't particularly like soccer. What would happen if I stood on the sidelines of a soccer field making fun of the players? I would probably look ridiculous. (Hint, hint to the people who don't like runners).
Just so we're all clear - if you don't like running, that's totally fine. But some people do. And as long as I'm not running all over you, I don't think there's any cause for insult.
That's just my two cents, I'll get down off of my soap box now.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Bart: [To boarding school rich kid] Drop the bag, Jack.
Rich boy: The name is Jackington. To the Hamptons!
Lou: Chief, there's an armed robbery going on.
Chief Wiggum: What?
Lou: Come on Chief, you know this one.
Chief: Ooohhh... A shooty-stealey!
McBain: Laughing time is over.
Homer: [Drunk] Look, the thing about my family is there's five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn't talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.
Lisa: I'm an ugmo.
Homer: Now, that's not true. You're cute as a bug's ear.
Lisa: Fathers have to say that little stuff.
Homer: Dad, am I cute as a bug's ear?
Grandpa: No. You're homely as a mule's butt.
Homer: There. See?
Kent Brockman: Scott, things aren't as happy as they used to be down here at the unemployment office. Joblessness is no longer just for Philosophy majors - useful people are starting to feel the pinch.
If this offends any of my readers, I apologize to all 5 of you. (Though I don't think any of you are white trash, so I don't see why you would be offended).
Anyway, I'm pretty excited. I'm all ready with the white trash party food: saltines and imitation cheese whiz, little weenies on toothpicks and twinkies.
I can just picture the array of mullet wigs, stained wife beaters and bad eye makeup now.
Crack open a can of Bud everyone and get your best beer t-shirt out of the closet. It's going to be a good time.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Yes, I argued and complained my way to a FREE phone from Fido. (Dad... are you proud??)
Let me tell you - I had planned out an argument, I had facts to back up my argument, I even had a hypothesis on standby. I was ready to do a battle of words.
But basically all I had to do was tell them that I was a good customer, and I was disappointed that I hadn't received any recognition from them. (Not even a note to say "Hey - thanks, you. You rock." Nothing.) And since I had no contract with them anymore, there was nothing preventing me from taking my phone number, and my business, elsewhere.
I've got to hand it to Fido - at least they were smart enough to realize that I was a good customer worth keeping. I ended up speaking to a nice representative and got a $300 phone for free and a better rate plan. Yay me.
And yay for a world where customers still matter. It's just too bad you have to complain first before you get anywhere.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Or maybe not.
J and I had a good discussion last night about blogs. This is what I discovered from him...
J's list of topics your blog should NOT be about:
1. The sandwich you ate for lunch.
2. Anything equally as boring.
Bloggers - take note.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
-Have gained 6 lbs. in two months, so have vowed to be good today - the very same day that a fresh stock of full-sized Reese peanut butter cups has appeared in the office "treat" drawer
-Am having a bad hair day despite careful blow-drying and brushing this morning
-Have been taking psyllium fibre (aka: poo-maker) in an attempt to "cleanse" my internal system, only to find out it's most likely been causing more tum-tum problems
-Have been running 3 times a week for the past 3 weeks and only have a bigger appetite, not long, lithe, sexy legs pictured in my mind
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Anyway, so this made me wonder about blog etiquette. I've heard you're supposed to update your blog every day. Or, at the very least, 3 times a week. My friend M is very diligent about writing her blog every day. She's even doing it while away on a wonderful European adventure right now.
But for someone like me, who is currently not in the exciting land of excessive consonants (Amsterdam), and who leads a somewhat mundane life, is it really necessary to write every day - even if there's nothing to say? If my posts get more and more boring, will I lose my readership (all 3 devoted readers)?
Wait... don't answer that. Please.
Anyway, until something exciting happens to me, or until I'm hit by a wave of witty creative genius that will have my readers slapping their knees, I'm going to hang back a bit. I'm still here, though. Just a bit more selective.
Monday, October 22, 2007
To many more years of wedded bliss.
Friday, October 19, 2007
I run with the group 3 times a week. We do a short run on Wednesdays (and will be starting hill training next week on Wednesday nights), a medium run on Fridays and a long run on Sundays. So on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays, I pretty much feel fantastic.
It's amazing how far your body will actually go. I used to think running was impossible. Now, I absolutely love it. It not only makes me feel great physically (from all the endorphins that get going), I also find that there's nothing more serene than a run on a cool night, where I can unwind, relax and just be alone with my thoughts.
I'm currently in week 2 of training. Going for about 5k tonight. And a 7k run on Sunday. I'll keep you posted on how it goes. For all the other runners out there - happy trails.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I swear to you, at one point she actually looked me up and down. Really. With her little cat eyes, she was saying "You disgust me. Do something worthwhile with your time."
However, I ignored her and got back to my viewing of "Beauty and the Geek", completely guilt-free. You see, when she stops licking her bum and is no longer entranced by a stray piece of thread on the floor, (and when she starts using the toilet instead of her litter box), then I'll let her nasty looks get to me. Until that happens, I'll indulge in the pleasure I get from reality television.
Hmm... First I was stuffing kleenex up my sleeve, now I'm getting a little unnerved by my cat. At least I don't have conversations with her. Well... not long ones, anyway.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Anyway, I've realized that my personal life is pretty much perfect. And my work life is great, too. For now. But where will I be in 5 years? 10 years? What's next?
I've come to the conclusion that it all comes down to one thing. Writing.
I love to write. Creative writing is what fuels my soul and makes me feel at peace. I've realized that I have to write. I have to be a writer if I want to survive in life. It's the only thing that I can picture myself doing for the rest of my days.
Thankfully, I'm currently employed as a writer. But in advertising, once you hit a certain level, unless you want to be a Creative Director (which I most certainly do not want to do), you're pretty much done.
Maybe there's some place where all "seasoned" copywriters go to that I don't know about yet. But I have to admit, it worries me a bit. Because if I can't continue to write (and make money so I can live) then I'm pretty much useless.
This is what my brain does when I have too much time to think. I'm worrying about my future when I could be doing what I love.
Excuse me, I'm off to do some more writing.
Monday, October 15, 2007
My head is clear. I'm in an awesome mood. And I'm starting the week off with a feeling of accomplishment.
Bring it on, baby. I can face anything that's thrown at me today.
Friday, October 12, 2007
And due to my sore throat, headache and general feeling of crappyness, I'm finding myself to be very un-witty. Therefore, I'm not going to attempt to be funny today. Rather, I will sign off now before I completely bore the pants off you.
PS: I have recently become quite attached to tea, soup, warm blankets, fuzzy socks and keeping kleenex up my sleeve. I seem to be turning into my Nanny. If I start colouring my hair orange and swear it's natural, you'll know I've completely turned into her.*
*With all due respect to Grandma Lorraine
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Or spending the afternoon in barefeet, lounging on a couch and reading the day away.
Hmm... I think I feel a cough coming on. I better stay home from work one day. When there's a 60% chance of showers.
Friday, October 5, 2007
...be cooking my first ever turkey dinner for 20 people!!
Yes indeed. Thanksgiving dinner is at my place this year. And not only have I never cooked a turkey dinner before, I have also never cooked for 20 people! Actually - if you want to know the truth - I rarely cook at all.
I have visions of the dinner scene from "Christmas Vacation" popping into my head. (If you watch that movie every year around the holidays, like I do, you know what I'm talking about).
Thank goodness my Mom has graciously offered to help me out, every step of the way. I have a feeling she just doesn't want to end up with food poisoning.
So, please send best wishes my way, everyone. And, have a happy thanksgiving!
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
My home is bigger for less money than you could get in the city. It's peaceful. There are lots of trees and parks and grass everywhere you look. You rarely run into bums on the street. It's simple to navigate.
Now, here comes the "but".
There's so much I love about the suburbs, BUT... commuting sucks.
I have a great job in Toronto. I wouldn't want to work in the burbs because the same kind of work and opportunities are just not there. And most often, taking the GO train into work is a civilized, quiet ride.
Until there's a mishap. Like today. 2 hour delays on the GO train service and numerous cancellations.
And this is even before winter is here - when there's almost daily delays due to snow and ice, which you rarely find out about until you're standing on the platform, freezing your arse off while waiting for up to an hour for the next train to arrive.
I could ask my hubby to drive me into work today (thankfully he works shifts and just happens to be home right now)... but due to the delays, everybody and her brother is trying to drive to work. All on the Gardiner.
So, another frustrating day is beginning with disgruntled commuters being late for work. And I'm one of them.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Here it is, October 2nd (over 2 months to go until Christmas), and I'm getting a little annoyed by all things holly jolly already.
I've been writing holiday-focused stuff at work for the past month and a half (which means I've been listening to carols and living and breathing every merry little cliché that comes with the season). I've been sending emails back and forth about holiday plans with family. I've already got holiday get-togethers set up. By the time Christmas actually rolls around, I'll be completely holiday-ed out.
So, I think it's important to take a moment and remember what the season is really about - and what I truly love about the holidays. (Yes, even though it's October).
For example: instead of thinking about the million and one holiday gatherings I'm expected to go to, I'll think about the Christmas baking my Mom and I do every year on Christmas Eve. (And about the new tradition with my mother-in-law, too). Man, the three of us make some DAMN fine cookies together.
Instead of thinking about how many presents I have to buy and the stress of worrying if people will like them or not, I'll think about being around people I really love. And delicious, delicious Christmas dinner. And playing board games and cards with my family while we wait for the turkey to cook. And going to the movies on Boxing Day every year with my husband.
I love these traditions. And the best part is, they have nothing to do with presents and everything to do with memories.
Okay, I'm ready now. Bring on Christmas!
Monday, October 1, 2007
5:30am - Wake up confused and wonder why alarm is going off in middle of night. (Realize shortly that it's not middle of night, just looks like it, now that winter is approaching. Ugh.)
5:45am - Stumble around in dark. Hop on one foot while trying to get "special workout sock" on. Scare cat.
6:00am - Too lazy to get to gym, so go downstairs to do a few light toning exercises with 5-pound and 10-pound dumbells.
6:23am - Realize "light" toning exercises are actually really hard. Wipe sweat off brow.
6:33am - Wipe more sweat off brow. Gasp for breath.
7:30am - After shower, head into kitchen and start making nutritious and not-really-delicious oatmeal and eggwhites for breakfast.
7:33am - Bend down to pick strawberry off floor. (It's still good!) Stand up rapidly and scrape back against open utensil drawer. Jump around, yelling in pain. Scare cat.
7:35am - Apply giant bandage to back. Bend over to throw out wrapper and realize bandage is ripping at skin. Try to peel off bandage and realize it's also ripping tiny little fine hairs. Leave bandage on! Leave it on!!
8:00am - Head to work on Go train. Ahhh.. peace.
8:04am - Listen to man next to me slurping coffee from cup.
8:06am - Give slurping man quick, annoyed glance to see if he gets the point.
8:08am - Man didn't get point. Continue to listen to slurping.
9:00am - Sit at desk and drink latte in peace. Open emails and learn that none of completed work from last week is acceptable in eyes of client. Must rewrite everything.
9:05am - Shed a little tear, but try hardest not to feel defeated already.
10:00am - Am starving. Choke down protein shake in the name of losing weight.
10:15am - Find office manager's secret stash of chocolate bars. Eat quickly and get rid of wrapper evidence.
11:00am - Start rewriting copy from last week. Get distracted by random pictures posted on Facebook by people don't really know.
11:38 - Decide not to do any writing for work, but recount morning thus far. Find myself quite witty. Chuckle to myself.
11:39 - Try to stop chuckling at self when coworker walks into office and asks for new copy. Sigh.
When I was 13, my first boyfriend wanted to stick his tongue down my throat. This wasn’t uncommon for 13 year-old boys and girls in my school. But I couldn’t help but be a bit repulsed by it at the time. I was only 13, but I already imagined my first real kiss as being a romantic encounter. I could picture myself being swept off my feet. I wanted a kiss to be a loving exchange. And trying to explain that to a 13 year-old boy was like trying to discuss a classic novel with your friend who only reads magazines.
'I suppose I have to let him kiss me', I thought. I sighed on the inside.
But I decided to give him the go-ahead. And it was pretty gross at first. I got used to it though, because that’s what you did when you were a 13 year-old girl. And despite the fact that he was transferring the slobber collecting in the corners of his mouth to my mouth, my first boyfriend was one of the cool kids.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
What will I say about life in general? Will I make you smile? Will I cause you to laugh in only a way that can be described as donkey-like braying? (My shout out to Jay). Will I make you shed a single, lonely tear that rolls down your face, leaving a beautiful tear track on your soft, yet somewhat dry, skin?
One can only hope, dear reader. One can only hope.
Okay - so I've gotten this far and you may or may not have realized that I actually have nothing to say today. I tried a few different directions, but I just wasn't feeling them. Sometimes there's nothing to say. Today is one of those days.
However, even though there's nothing to say, I wanted to alleviate your fear that there would be no lovely little morsel of reading enjoyment for you today. So, here it is. In all its glory. A post about nothing. (And it's quite long, don't you agree?)
Seinfeld would be so proud if he knew what a protégé he had in little ol' me.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I first felt the need to rant to anyone and everyone about said subject when Avril Lavigne came out with her darling little ditty "Sk8r boi". Do I need to say more? I mean - look at the title! Not only does she insert a number into a word (for no apparent reason), she also PURPOSELY misspells a simple, three-letter word.
And the reason I feel the need to rant and rave again is because of a little web site you may have heard of... it's called Facebook. You know of this, no?
While checking out the walls of my "friends" (people who have added me but who I don't really know at ALL), I've noticed the absolutely atrocious spelling and grammar of teens. I realize I'm putting myself at risk of sounding like an old fuddy duddy here, but if I have to look at "lmao" one more time at the end of a sentence, I might hurt someone.
Here are a few examples of why I'm fearful for the future of the younger generation:
"Hai! I am at school. Lol Oh yah, yooh know I am cool."
"i kno i am a great presence in everyones life"
"heyy... good to see u at the dance. whtssup?"
This one uses no punctuation whatsoever:
"lmao nice status the pics ate going up right about now im not taggin any of them yet cause i dont have the time ill do that tonight"
So, um... yeah. Now, I'm not saying that spelling has to always be perfect, especially on something like Facebook. But if this is how people get used to writing day in and day out... how long is it before bad spelling and grammar takes over the universe? Can you imagine our newspapers? Or magazines or resumes or advertising?
Please, everyone. Remember what you're taught in school. Remember that punctuation is your friend. And remember that spelling words with extra letters or shortening entire words down to two vowels isn't the way of the future.
PS: OMG, I'll BRB.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"Do not join encounter groups. If you enjoy being made to feel inadequate, call your mother." ~Liz Smith.
Apparently Liz has never met MY Mom. Momsie - as I like to call her - thinks the sun rises and sets out of my arse. She loves me and every little thing about me. Or, at least she makes me feel that way every single day.
My Mom once sent me an email that went like this:
"Hey Hez, just looking at your picture and it occurs to me that I have the most beautiful daughter in the whole world!" That's all she had to say. Yep. She's awesome.
I remember telling a co-worker once about an email my Mom sent me (similar to the one above) and my co-worker responded "Wow, your Mom says stuff like that to you??" She was genuinely surprised. And I was genuinely shocked that not ALL Moms were like mine. I thought everybody's Mom loved them unconditionally and made them feel like a million bucks just because they got up and got dressed that morning.
Here are some other things I absolutely love about Momsie:
-how incredibly happy she seems to be just to see me whenever we get together
-her sandwiches (nothing beats a Mom sandwich)
-the way she takes care of me when I'm sick (tea, toast and a blanket - and if I'm REALLY lucky, she'll run her fingers through my hair to soothe me... honestly, I revert back to a 6 year-old whenever she does this)
-how supportive she is and how she makes me feel like I can do absolutely anything in the world because I'm smart and strong and worthwhile.
I wish Liz could meet my Mom. And I wish every child could be raised by someone like her. Imagine if everyone was brought up with encouragement and support and self-esteem.
She gave me the one thing I wish for every human being to have in this world.
Love. (And a whole lot of it.)
Monday, September 24, 2007
This is my favourite quote today. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself. I must remember this when I'm feeling down about the extra weight I've put on (yep, it's still there), or when I'm getting all paranoid about what people really think of me.
After all, (if I can borrow from Stuart Smalley for a mo), I'm good enough, I'm smart enough - and gosh darn it - people like me!
Dr. Seuss rocks.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
My analyzation is below in italics:
(Ha, Hu, Ha, Hu, Ha, Hu, Ha, Hu) It's always good to start a song with some huffing and puffing.
I’ll do whatever you like
I’ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do I'll do, I'll do whatever you like Wow - she certainly aims to please.
What you want? I particularly like it when English-speaking artists speak in broken English. Terrific!
(Ha, Hu, Ha, Hu, Ha, Hu, Ha, Hu) And we're back to the huffing and puffing.
I’ll do whatever you like
I’ll do whatever you like
I can do, I can do I'll do, I'll do whatever you like Glad to see she sticks to her word.
Boy, you want my body Oh, good - was wondering when she was going to get to the part about the importance of intelligence in a partner.
Wanna ride it like a Harley And then she makes a giant step forward for women everywhere. Good work, Nicole!
Once or twice around the block Once would simply not do.
I bet I’ll have you saying ‘woh woh’ I hear you, Nicole. I love it when I can make someone say 'woh woh'.
(Beep Beep) Interesting use of sound effects here.
First stop, let me pop
Drop like a helicop Hmmm... I must not be well-versed in youth terminology these days. I'm not sure I know what a "helicop" is exactly. Unless she means a helicopter. THEN it makes sense. I often see helicopters dropping.
Pay attention on me
While I show you the scenario Whoa - big word for her. Methinks someone helped her out with that one.
You charming me boy Broken English again. Love it.
Yeah boy, you’re charming me Oh wait - she almost redeems herself by the correct use of "you're" in this line.
Just like this beat is gonna do on the radio
(Beep) Seems like they ran out of funding at this point. Only one "beep" was affordable, I guess?
And... I'm done. I can't handle any more of these beautifully well-written lyrics.
Dammit! Now it's stuck in my head.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I'm reading "The Stone Diaries" right now by Carol Shields. And in the book (set in the early-to-mid 1900s), one of the characters is a member of the "Ladies Rhythm and Movement Club". Basically, it's a group for women to get together without their husbands and children to talk, laugh, get a little exercise and enjoy each other's company. It's like the 1900s version of "girls' night out!"
I liked the name of the club. And I also love picking up little quotes, names and phrases from books or films and using them somehow in my daily life. (I think I get this from my Dad who used to refer to my brother as Duddy Kravitz).
And I also loved the thought of the Ladies Rhythm and Movement Club because I think women need women in their lives. As understanding and wonderful as your male friends, husbands, brothers or boyfriends are, they'll never truly get it the way a community of women will.
Sure - a girlfriend might bring up a fight we had 5 years ago to remind me of my wrong-doing in the past - but that girlfriend will also listen to me vent without trying to solve it.
After years of struggling to find good girlfriends and make someone my BFF - I'm happy to say I've accumulated a wide group of wonderful women in my life. My friends, my Mom, my aunts, my cousins.
I think I'll go call one of them now.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Hi there. I thought it was about time I checked in with you to see how much longer you thought you might be sticking around for. While I know you've found a happy home within my thigh, bum and tummy region, I can't help but feel that you've overstayed your welcome.
I realize I invited you to move in during my cottage vacation (whilst I was enjoying chips, burgers, beer and other fine fatty foods of the sort); however, I no longer can look at pictures of myself without cringing. And so, I must ask you to leave.
I find it a bit exasparating that my workouts don't seem to have an effect on you. And I'm rather tired of you working together with my will power (or should I say, lack there of) to bring me down.
Yes, yes... I know you find enjoyment every time I step on the scale and you've won again. And I know you probably giggle with delight as I try to cram myself into my jeans each morning. But you see - I'm not suffering through oatmeal and flaxseed every day just for kicks. I actually have a goal in mind.
So if you could help me out a little and take off, I'd really appreciate it.
Many thanks and all the best!
PS: I know some skinny twits who would benefit from a little bit more of you. Drop me a line and I'll give you some contacts. Thanks!
Friday, September 14, 2007
I think that was my first mistake.
You see, when I got into work - I was in a decent mood. But it only took a small (yet good ol') bitch session with my partner and the next thing I knew - I was all fired up. And tense. And angry.
And I'm thinking that if I had just managed to get those endorphins going and my heart-rate jumping, I would probably feel all "Zen" right now.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Wax on. Wax off.
Ahhh... now bring on the weekend.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
And it made me think about the evolution of our relationship.
My brother and I have gone through waves of closeness in our lives. When we were really young, we were forced to play with each other on family vacations, as there were no other kids around. And he actually seemed to enjoy my company. (Of course, as soon as we got home, he would run off to play with the boys and I would drag out my Barbies and My Little Ponies to begrudgingly play with my little friends). I actually just wanted attention and approval from my brother.
In our teen years, we tolerated each other. But once we hit our 20s, we seemed to grow close. We started hanging out with the same group of people. My husband (then boyfriend) and my brother became good friends. We went to the same parties. We would even hang out on a Saturday night - just to watch hockey or shoot the shit.
I came to the realization that he liked me. He really, really liked me.
This became particularly clear to me when he gave the most touching speech I've ever heard in my life at my wedding. It was at the moment that my brother's voice cracked - and he had to pause to regain composure - that I felt like the luckiest sister in the world.
After growing up, watching him with awe, amazed by how smart and fun he is - and how everyone loves him - I found out that he felt the same about me.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
And while I might not understand the pain, and can only be sympathetic to fellow human beings enduring the memories of this day, I remind myself that I can at least learn. As cliché as it may seem, I'm using today as a reminder to not wait for a tragedy to start living life. To not sweat the small stuff - but to enjoy every minute of the great things in life.
Like my incredible family, loving husband and nice home. And the opportunity I've had to travel around the world and experience new things. Great friends. Morning lattes. A good belly laugh. Crisp fall evenings and my warm bed after a long day.
When you think about it, why be angry and upset over something so small, like getting stuck in traffic, when it's so easy (and fun) to think about how much good there is in life?
To my family, my husband, my friends: I love you.
To everyone suffering on this day, my heart is truly going out to you.
Take one part delicious, combine it with two parts yummy, and voila! A morning masterpiece.
What a cruel, cruel world this would be without the little things. Like lattes and tea and steaming cups of java on a chilly morning.
Life is good.
Monday, September 10, 2007
But not me. You see, I have a confession to make. I kind of like Mondays. Actually, I think it's safe to say that I downright enjoy Mondays. (Gasp!)
Mondays represent starting fresh for me. Getting back on track with a regular, healthy schedule of exercise and eating balanced meals at regular times. Yes, yes... I know. How dull. But Mondays also represent feeling good and accomplishing things. And working hard and making money, so I can enjoy it all come weekend time.
So, while everyone else walks around groggy-eyed and relishing the reasons why Mondays suck, I'll just sit here in my office, feeling great and enjoying the anticipation of what the week will bring.
Of course, I'm not going to admit this to anyone.