* $3.66
* A Cheerio
* 2 knitting needles that were MIA (of two different sizes. Thereby completing my two incomplete sets)
Of the above, I am most excited about the two knitting needles, because one I have been looking for the last 5 weeks and the other because, although I just discovered it was lost, I really needed so I can now resume knitting a project I started 3 years ago, while enjoying my favourite Christmas special - A Charlie Brown Christmas.
Sometimes life is good.
November 28, 2006
November 19, 2006
Root Cause Analysis
Watching the Colts play Dallas.
Just saw Vanderjagt miss another field goal.
Have to laugh.
Suddenly realize I subconsciously blame Vanderjagt for Adam's leaving the Patriots and putting me in the mass of confusion.
He will always be the guy who can't pull it together and so caused the "big move". Senseless, yes, but that's the way it is.
Just saw Vanderjagt miss another field goal.
Have to laugh.
Suddenly realize I subconsciously blame Vanderjagt for Adam's leaving the Patriots and putting me in the mass of confusion.
He will always be the guy who can't pull it together and so caused the "big move". Senseless, yes, but that's the way it is.
November 12, 2006
Did I miss the mass penguin migration?
As I wander through stores selling Christmas wares, I've noticed something. Something I don't quite understand.
There are all the Santas. And all the snowmen. And all the elves. And all the penguins.
Penguins?!
Don't get me wrong. I like penguins. Penguins are fun. Penguins are cute.
Penguins are inhabitants of the South Pole.
Santa lives in the North Pole.
So when, and how, did penguins become the new "Christmas character/animal"?
If we're going to embrace penguins celebrating Christmas, it makes just as much sense to embrace giraffes celebrating Christmas.
And what do the polar bears of the world have to say about all this?
There are all the Santas. And all the snowmen. And all the elves. And all the penguins.
Penguins?!
Don't get me wrong. I like penguins. Penguins are fun. Penguins are cute.
Penguins are inhabitants of the South Pole.
Santa lives in the North Pole.
So when, and how, did penguins become the new "Christmas character/animal"?
If we're going to embrace penguins celebrating Christmas, it makes just as much sense to embrace giraffes celebrating Christmas.
And what do the polar bears of the world have to say about all this?
Tall non-fat latte... with whip?
This fall, when I've succombed to my Starbucks Specialty Latte cravings, I've tried to at least be good by dropping the calories some.
So I get the non-fat milk. (Even though I hate anything less than 2%)
"Tall non-fat (insert flavour here) latte please."
Invariably, I get a reply along the lines of:
"with whip?"
"did you still want whip?"
(from the barista) "wait, was that *with* whip or without?"
With whip.
Yes, I realize the non-fat suggests an attempt to be healthy.
Yes, I realize the whip completely contradicts that.
So, now, for $4, not only do I get the self-loathing that comes with the knowledge I'm not strong enough to resist the super-trendy, mega-marketing machine of Starbucks, but I also get the constant reminder of my wishy-washy commitment to weight loss (which has resulted in me losing and regaining the same 2 lbs for 4 months).
But then I taste that whip cream. Which has just started to melt a bit from the heat of the latte. And a feeling of bliss wins out.
All of life should come with whip.
So I get the non-fat milk. (Even though I hate anything less than 2%)
"Tall non-fat (insert flavour here) latte please."
Invariably, I get a reply along the lines of:
"with whip?"
"did you still want whip?"
(from the barista) "wait, was that *with* whip or without?"
With whip.
Yes, I realize the non-fat suggests an attempt to be healthy.
Yes, I realize the whip completely contradicts that.
So, now, for $4, not only do I get the self-loathing that comes with the knowledge I'm not strong enough to resist the super-trendy, mega-marketing machine of Starbucks, but I also get the constant reminder of my wishy-washy commitment to weight loss (which has resulted in me losing and regaining the same 2 lbs for 4 months).
But then I taste that whip cream. Which has just started to melt a bit from the heat of the latte. And a feeling of bliss wins out.
All of life should come with whip.
November 11, 2006
Ever feel like you're losing it?
I just went to check an email account that usually gets all the junk associated with having a login registered at various internet sites. For example, the astrology site I visit. I quickly scanned the subject heading as I went to hit delete.
"Are you primed for prison?" from Astrology.com.
Wow - looks like they're wanting to take my life in a new direction.
Oh wait, that says passion not prison.
Mistaking passion for prison. Anyone wanna guess where that one came from?
"Are you primed for prison?" from Astrology.com.
Wow - looks like they're wanting to take my life in a new direction.
Oh wait, that says passion not prison.
Mistaking passion for prison. Anyone wanna guess where that one came from?
Quote of the Day speaks to me
On my bloglines rss feeds, I have one of those quote of the day sites. One of today's was absolutely perfect.
"It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up."
W. Somerset Maugham
A lovely day indeed.
"It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up."
W. Somerset Maugham
A lovely day indeed.
November 10, 2006
Baby Winnie has a GINORMOUS Forehead
and I'm not sure why it needs to be so big.
(This random thought brought to you by the letter P)
November 08, 2006
You Can't Always Get What You Want
Lately I've started to think that I might want something that I didn't think I wanted before. And while I thought I was starting to want it only because it seemed like I might be able to have it (as opposed to going after it because I wanted it), I'm now starting to think that I only started to want it because I started to wonder if I might *not* be able to have it - even though I'm not even sure I want it.
Of course, I probably fabricated all this in my head, so it's not even worth thinking about, which makes this all even more senseless.
Of course, I probably fabricated all this in my head, so it's not even worth thinking about, which makes this all even more senseless.
November 07, 2006
Quote of the Day
One of today's Quotes of the Day.
By Henry James
"She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table."
I want to be that woman.
By Henry James
"She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table."
I want to be that woman.
November 05, 2006
Moment of Truth
So you may remember
the dilemma I encountered last March (or, more likely, completely forgot about it). Apparently my procrastination has been forced to a close. All that time I had to process this and deal with this? Gone. And the progress I made? None. Completely ignored it. Not only swept it under the rug, but placed another 10 rugs on top of it, to keep it hidden.
Now, for other reasons, I haven't really watched any football this season. (Or maybe, if I were to look more closely at my soul, I would find that I used my busy, "out of town" weekend for the last 8 weeks as an excuse to not face this dilemma, as an "out" to avoid facing the confusion in my heart.) But tonight, as I was flipping through the TV guide channel, as saw the opponents in tonight's game, I realized I could avoid this no longer.
My beloved Adam is playing on my hated Colts *against* my beloved Patriots.
And I'm still lost and confused.
(And it almost hurts more *because* I pretty much called it during the Colts/Steelers playoff game last year).
Dad didn't help when he mentioned that Adam won the game for the Colts last week.
(I love Adam)
I have no idea how I feel. I will watch. And hopefully discover my true feelings. And where my true loyalty lies.
Why does life have to be so hard sometimes?
the dilemma I encountered last March (or, more likely, completely forgot about it). Apparently my procrastination has been forced to a close. All that time I had to process this and deal with this? Gone. And the progress I made? None. Completely ignored it. Not only swept it under the rug, but placed another 10 rugs on top of it, to keep it hidden.
Now, for other reasons, I haven't really watched any football this season. (Or maybe, if I were to look more closely at my soul, I would find that I used my busy, "out of town" weekend for the last 8 weeks as an excuse to not face this dilemma, as an "out" to avoid facing the confusion in my heart.) But tonight, as I was flipping through the TV guide channel, as saw the opponents in tonight's game, I realized I could avoid this no longer.
My beloved Adam is playing on my hated Colts *against* my beloved Patriots.
And I'm still lost and confused.
(And it almost hurts more *because* I pretty much called it during the Colts/Steelers playoff game last year).
Dad didn't help when he mentioned that Adam won the game for the Colts last week.
(I love Adam)
I have no idea how I feel. I will watch. And hopefully discover my true feelings. And where my true loyalty lies.
Why does life have to be so hard sometimes?
Everywhere You Are
Where I've lived, the courier services have always been Purolator, or just plain Canada Post Express. American chains like FedEx and UPS, while an option, have never been the most prevalent trucks driving around.
At Christmas last year, my sister and I went out to San Francisco. There, UPS' slogan "Everywhere you want to be" truly came alive. Every neighbourhood we visited, every suburb or outlying town we visited, we saw a UPS truck. Literally EVERYWHERE. It became such a joke that, 5 days into the trip, while exploring the lovely little town of Sausalito, we stopped taking pictures of the water and marina and cute little houses on the hills, and took a picture of the UPS truck (unfortunately we missed the UPS man).
Recently, all the Mailboxes Etc. stores have turned to The UPS Store (a buyout I assume I would know about if I cared to follow these sorts of things). As a result, that little brown truck is everywhere. Wherever I go, one is turning the corner. Barely a day goes by where I don't see that brown truck just ahead of, or behind me. I'm beginning to feel stalked. Or cornered, at least.
Conspiracy theorists think the government is tracking our every move, keeping an eye on everything we do. I don't think it's the government we have to worry about. I'm worried about the men in brown.
Not just everywhere you want to be. Everywhere you are.
At Christmas last year, my sister and I went out to San Francisco. There, UPS' slogan "Everywhere you want to be" truly came alive. Every neighbourhood we visited, every suburb or outlying town we visited, we saw a UPS truck. Literally EVERYWHERE. It became such a joke that, 5 days into the trip, while exploring the lovely little town of Sausalito, we stopped taking pictures of the water and marina and cute little houses on the hills, and took a picture of the UPS truck (unfortunately we missed the UPS man).
Recently, all the Mailboxes Etc. stores have turned to The UPS Store (a buyout I assume I would know about if I cared to follow these sorts of things). As a result, that little brown truck is everywhere. Wherever I go, one is turning the corner. Barely a day goes by where I don't see that brown truck just ahead of, or behind me. I'm beginning to feel stalked. Or cornered, at least.
Conspiracy theorists think the government is tracking our every move, keeping an eye on everything we do. I don't think it's the government we have to worry about. I'm worried about the men in brown.
Not just everywhere you want to be. Everywhere you are.
November 04, 2006
No-man's holiday zone
I still have my Halloween decorations up.
I just looked out my window to see two giant, glowing, inflatable snowmen holding hands on my neighbour's front lawn. (Yes, the neighbours who just took their lights down in June).
I feel like we're in a very confused holiday season time.
I just looked out my window to see two giant, glowing, inflatable snowmen holding hands on my neighbour's front lawn. (Yes, the neighbours who just took their lights down in June).
I feel like we're in a very confused holiday season time.
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