tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73501012011-04-21T20:24:46.797-04:00"Give a girl the right pair of shoes, and she can conquer the world"Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.comBlogger2001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-52704379711885210932009-03-10T17:57:00.002-04:002009-03-10T18:05:21.903-04:00

I've always hated "favourite" questions. What's your favourite colour? book? movie? day of the week? As if I could ever pick just one of anything. There are so many wonderful things in the world that picking just one always seemed impossible.The most difficult "favourite" question to me was favourite song. If music is the soundtrack of your life, mirroring all the emotions of life, how are

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-38766938428265172782009-03-08T19:20:00.002-04:002009-03-08T19:24:19.653-04:00

My sister: Want to get Mom some flowers for her birthday?Me: Sure. Something springy.Sister: When I think of flowers for Mom, I always think coral. That's what I got last time.Me: No, get something different this time. Maybe something pink and yellow.Pause.Pause.Me: Which is pretty much the same as coral I guess.*laughter on both sides*So much for the "new and exciting" brainstorming. :p

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Relevance is goneBut dresses still so prettyOscar night again.

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I didn't really specifically make a New Year's resolution this year. I had a sort of whisper of a concept I was working with, and over the last 6 weeks it's sort of taken more shape and form. So it started with reducing/eliminating negativity and pursuing joy. It sort of evolved, or maybe, got more specific and became an attempt to become less judgemental and more open. So, while I am still

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I'm watching the first episode of The Amazing Race 14 and I have to say, this cheese challenge is the most hilarious challenge ever on The Amazing Race. Whoever came up with this one is brilliant. Runaway cheese! And the old man inching down on his butt holding the cheese. But the best was when Luke lost his rhythm, started losing control running down the hill and then fell. Mostly, though

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I like this article. And I like people who understand that seeing new places and having new experiences is an innately personal matter and the only thing that is important about how people travel is that, when they're spending their precious time and hard-earned money fulfilling dreams or just finding a way to add adventure or relax, the only thing that matters with respect to how they do it, is

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I'm watching "Giada at Home" right now. She and her aunt are cooking a rice dish that her grandmother used to make. Her aunt was talking about how the grandmother always worked on perfecting cooking rice but never gave her the recipes so on the night she (the grandmother) was dying, the only thing the aunt could think to do was cook rice for the family who was all there. So she started trying

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I've been watching Young & the Restless off and on since I was 12. While the writing seems to have gotten worse, the last couple of months I've been catching moments here and there since it's on in those few moments between the time I arrive home from work and need to leave for school. So I've been getting back into the storylines. And yet, obviously not enough. Because it was only a couple

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I don't really have time to go into the whole existential examination since I'm supposed to be working on a case study, but the last several months I've been wondering if I should make a change. However, rather than just allow myself the time to peacefully come to my decision, I have this undercurrent of angst that is starting to permeate all aspects of my life. Instead of just focussing on

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I should preface this with saying that I never watched her tv show nor have seen the Fantastic Four movies - more out of lack of interest in the subject matter than anything related to Jessica Alba.So today I flipped on E! and they were showing "Sexiest Latin Celebs" or something along that vein. I came in at #5 which was Enrique Inglesias. Fair enough. #4 was J. Lo. This surprised me because I

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-62281686263294548162008-10-31T18:47:00.001-04:002008-10-31T18:48:54.469-04:00

Rather than being a witch while handing out candy (wearing my orange and black witch hat with orange curls attached - which completely wash me out, btw, but which I get over on this one night of all the year), I will be "slightly buzzed witch".How was work today? Nothing that a couple of Manhattans couldn't take care of.And yet, it feels a bit odd to be dealing with 3-5 year olds (handing out

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I'm going to vote now.I really feel like any choice I make will hurt our country more than help it. I also feel like, no matter who I vote for, I will want to take my vote back as soon as I put it in the box. But vote, I will.Wish me luck.

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I keep a messy bedroom. Like, teenager messy. My clothes, once never really make it into drawers and closets. They move from the "clean" pile to the "worn once" pile (if appropriate), to the laundry hamper, then back to the clean pile. I have a largish bedroom. It's actually embarrassing how little of my carpet is visible. I've finally gotten fed up because I haven't been able to find socks

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I start school again tonight. After a 5 year hiatus, I've signed up for a 3 1/3 year program part-time. I'm partly excited and partly wondering what the hell I've done to myself. :pI'm perservering with the thought that it opens up a whole new pool of potentially cute guys. ;)

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I was on the phone telling my sister that I am SO SO excited for the new season of Gossip Girl, and for the premiere of the next generation of 90210 that it is downright embarassing. I'm also sitting here torn between doing absolutely nothing but watching mindless television, knowing it'll be one of the last nights for that, and doing all the things that I should be getting done before I start 3

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That roller coaster ride you've been on with regard to what you want to be when you grow up hasn't stopped yet. Remain seated, and keep your arms inside the car.Often so wrong, sometimes dead on.

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So this past weekend I was catching up on cleaning, and taking down Christmas decorations, and general tidying and organizing. I was also excited that I was getting to do some cooking (ahead for the week) and all the "get life organized" type things I had been wanting to do since the New Year and was too sick to do. And I was thinking of some tasks for this coming weekend when my parents (

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I bought a lottery ticket last night. I'm trying to clean the house, so I stopped to check the numbers so I could throw it out.I had the first number. Wow, this never happens.I had the second number.My heart actually stopped for a minute. I have the first two numbers! OMG! I've done it! I've won $16 million dollars! In that split second, where all breathing and beating of heart have

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I just found this draft that I hadn't even remembered starting. So I will transport myself back to early November.Anyone who watched Ally McBeal knows the concept of the theme song. A song that you can sing to yourself, or play for yourself, when you're feeling down, that sort of depicts where you are in your life but also (and this is key) perks you up.I've had a few over the years. They've

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Right now, I canNOT get enough of Fergie's "Clumsy". Like, all of a sudden. In the last 48 hours.I can barely look myself in the mirror. :p Luckily, when I'm dancing to it in my living room, there is no mirror in the vicinity.

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Goes to Matt Damon.I couldn't agree more.

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I was doing my weekly reading of http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ and came across this secret: So true. Except in my case it's the guys from Law & Order. I guess we just have to take our motivation where we can find it.

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Drinking.Sign you should consider some real stress management techniquesYou stop joking about taking up drinking to relieve stress and start taking it up.Sign you definitely need a better stress management techniquesYou consider dropping the drinking and turning to Valium, instead.Repeat to oneself:This will all be over (sort of) in November. It will all be over in November. Which is only 4

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In the morning, as I lie in bed just waking up, I turn on the tv to listen to/watch the CBC news.I don't know why. It drives me crazy.Specifically, Heather Hiscox drives me crazy. Her wooden personality. Her complete lack of chemistry with her colleagues (the overly forced chit-chat sessions). Her attempts at hard-hitting interviews that just come off as trying too hard and overly painful for

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do not light the corners of my mind. Apparently the corners of my mind are completely covered in feet of cobwebs. It just took me over an hour (with the help of a friend even!) to try to remember what login/password combo gets me into this blog. In the process, I almost set up a new blog AND revived a blog from 3 years ago. Seriously. Brain fried.I'm exhausted so tomorrow I'll try out what I

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-63651921360970845632007-04-12T19:47:00.000-04:002007-04-12T19:48:41.151-04:00

Been thinking like this for years. Decided to put it out there now, as I just saw that Kurt Vonnegut, a writer, died.Writers so often say "I feel like I have something to say"And my first response is always, "what makes you think anyone wants to hear it?"Their ego amazes me.

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I've been trying to login to Blogger for an hour (foiled by my browsers) because I had this tidbit I desperately wanted to post.Now that I'm in, I have no clue what it was.Must be time for another glass of wine. :p

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Ice cream delivery service.Like, you know how you call a pizza place and ask for a pizza with bacon, mushrooms and extra cheese and they bring a pizza to your house and you give them money and everyone's happy?They need to do that with ice cream. Like hot fudge sundaes. Or even caramel.I really want some ice cream.

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Went on a wine-tasting weekend several weeks ago. The following relates to that weekend.Part 1: Buying wine for a life I don't liveTasting whites. Light, crisp whites. Swishing and analyzing leads to the conclusion that said white would be perfect for a summer lunch. Tasty salad. Lovely crisp white wine. Sitting on the back deck. Should buy a bottle. Buy a bottle.At the next winery, the

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Adam just missed.I hardly expect a person to be perfect, yet I'm still in a state of some shock.Maybe because I already didn't feel good about the Colts' chances and now this just seems to be a sign that maybe it won't happen.Shake it off, Adam. Shake it off.

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So I'm finally putting some clothes away today. (I'm embarrassed to say how long some of these clothes have been on my floor, but we're talking a magnitude of months, not weeks, here). And I realize I'm slowly running out of drawer space and hangers. Because, since I never really put my clothes away during my last couple of shopping sprees, I sorta never realized I had outpurchased my storage

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Just got all Christmas decorations taken down and put away! (Well, except for the outside deer but that's cuz it's 11:00 pm and dark out and I still have to dig a path to the shed. Maybe I should just take my coworker up on her offer to borrow coloured plastic eggs to hang off their antlers to make them Easter Deer. And now I'm thinking of replacing all the white bulbs on them with pastel blue,

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You know how certain people in your life fill certain roles? For some reason, I am the person everyone calls to justify their purchases. I believe it started in high school when I introduced my friends to the idea of amortization. "But if you wear this $100 4 times, it's really only $25 a wearing!" (At 15, this was revolutionary thinking)I have a shoe addiction. I have also noticed recently

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-53433863375971911942007-01-24T20:20:00.000-05:002007-01-24T20:26:07.962-05:00

Tonight, when I picked up my mail, I got excited. Because I got a card. Real, fun mail! As opposed to bills and the latest pizza deal.Then I realized what it was. An early birthday card. (Sent by an aunt on an extended holiday so got her mail out early).34 days till my 30th birthday.As if the obsessive countdown wasn't enough, I now have tangible proof of it's impending arrival.I've known I

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At 10:20 this morning the girl from the next office room over came in and said that she had made a pumpkin spice cheesecake but that none of her coworkers could make it into work because of the weather and so wanted to see if we wanted some.My coworker went to get a piece. I decided to be good and just eat my clementine. Then my coworker and the girl came back... with a piece for me. (I'm

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I had several resolutions/plans of action I was going to implement this new year. Items about which I was really and truly motivated. With concrete plans on how to make the changes. Also was completely refreshed and ready to tackle work again.And then I got sick.For the second year in a row, I've had both plans and motivation to tackle some things in my life at New Year's time. Only to spend

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One of my favourite restaurants in town closed down last spring. It's since been replaced by another. I've been nervous about trying it for fear of being disappointed. This is odd for me. I'm always up for trying a new place to eat. And I never worry that it won't meet my expectations. And yet, I found myself shrinking away from this new place. Leaving a greater distance between it and

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The end of the NFL season is drawing nigh and I've not made any headway in resolving my issue. This afternoon did find me, however, watching the Colts. Watching them do nothing. Except for Adam. Who was responsible for all 15 of their points. While Manning threw nary a touchdown. You got your kicker to help you close the deal boys, how about giving him a hand? Unless you expect a kicker

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As I was walking down the staircase, leaving work, one of the shippers (I exit through the shipping area - I don't know this guy but we always say hi when I come in or out) called out "Happy New Year!" as I was halfway down the stairs. I returned the wish and, stopped to ask him about his holiday. Him: "I got engaged over the holidays!"Me: "Congratulations! So, when's the big day?"Him: "Oh, we

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From the Toronto Star:Pisces (Feb. 20 — March 20)You have several secret hopes you are very likely to fulfil in 2007. Some, though, revolve around someone else's emotional issues and it's demanding much of your time and energy. Be loyal to your own needs first and success will come.Yay for secret hopes coming true! :)

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So, I was browsing ThinkGeek.com when I found this:I want it.Being that time of year, I email my parents and my sister the link and tell them I want this for Christmas. My parents have no clue how to buy off the internet, so I figure my only hope is my sister.Today she emails back "I want one too!"Um... sorta missed the point there darlin'.So then I'm talking to my mom tonight and she says "I

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I moved out of my parents house 2.5 years ago.My first Christmas on my own, I collected my favourite Christmas cookie recipes so that I could make in my new home, my new town, my new life.That's as far as I got.Last year, I dug out the recipes. I made a grocery list. I bought all the ingredients. (Including a 5 lb bag of chocolate chips I proceeded to eat throughout the course of 2006 - since I

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Yes, you read that right. FROM Santa.Last week, I was flipping through my mail when I got. I started to think about how easily it would be to get depressed if I wanted. Two pieces of junk mail. A Christmas card addressed to the former homeowners. A Christmas card from my travel agent. And a white envelope, with only the words "Still Single?" on the front. (Why yes, yes I am. Thank you.)

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I just looked outside and it's snowing!!(And I still have my Halloween decorations up)

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Something switched on today, December 1st.Christmas excitement.While I had a couple days in the middle of October where I was more than ready to put up my tree, for the most part I can't stand anything Christmas before December. It's just too soon. This year, while I've managed for the most part to see past the premature decorations, the early bird Christmas carols have been particularly

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* $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

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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.

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-1163383746530148132006-11-12T21:05:00.000-05:002006-11-12T21:09:06.576-05:00

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

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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

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-1163282749170575252006-11-11T17:05:00.000-05:002006-11-11T17:09:15.186-05:00

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

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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 MaughamA lovely day indeed.

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and I'm not sure why it needs to be so big.(This random thought brought to you by the letter P)

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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

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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.

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So you may rememberthe 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,

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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

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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.

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I've long had two favourite quotes from 90210. They were quintessential 90210 moments for me, and they've often popped into my head over the years, always making me laugh.The first (actually the second chronologically, really) was when Kelly had just gone through the whole fire/cult thing from which Brandon and Dylan rescued her. They were all standing outside the Peach Pit and each guy wanted

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I was at a wedding this weekend whose guest list was comprised mainly of people I didn't know. When I got home, I was telling my (single) sister about the event. She was asking about people I had met.her: You didn't meet the love of your life?me: Noher: I think the loves of our lives died in a car accidentme: That's unfortunate that they went and did that before we got a chance to meet them.her

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I missed the week of season premieres this year, so my television viewing has been completely chaotic the last couple weeks. Last week I had finally identified and located all the programs I'd like to watch this season, though I was quite frustrated by the fact that all the programs seem to fall in the same time slot, and that nights I'm hope there's nothing on, and nights I'm out, everything's

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I joined a volley ball league. I haven't played volleyball in 15 years. I don't even like exercising (or sweating). Even as I was agreeing to it, I was wondering why I was doing it. I think I did it to punish myself for not going to the gym ever.It starts tomorrow night. And the season lasts until March.There's no way I'm not going to break and/or sprain something in the next 6 months.I

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Have you ever wanted something so bad, for so long, that when it suddenly appears to be within your grasp, you don't quite believe it's true? Have you ever spent years dreaming of something, watching others get theirs, while you waited, impatiently, for yours to arrive - confused as to why others had their opportunity when you've been waiting longer, when yours was the original, when yours

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-1156987729881158922006-08-30T21:19:00.000-04:002006-08-30T21:28:49.903-04:00

You may remember the backpack's future was in question.I ended up folding it up and bringing it with me in case I hopped a train to Munich on the weekend. (Didn't end up happening - coworker from the area took us around sightseeing)On the flight back, hit a stickler at the check-in counter*with shock and dismay* "Your suitcase is too heavy ma'am! What are we going to do?!"um... let it go like

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There is one section in the newspaper paper I receive that is called I.D. and its tagline is "Who do you want to be?"While it's probably meant to be inspiring and inviting and dream-inducing and reflective, I find it sad. While I suppose it could be meaning to encourage you to be the best you possible, to me, it always smacks of "Be something other than you are! You're not happy as you! Be

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So I've cut the grass.And now I'm eating dinner. And having a beer.I never sit down and have a beer, but tonight, I decided I should sit down and have a beer.Also? For the last year and a half? I'm supposed to have been looking for a car to buy. Figuring out what I want. Going for test drives. Been out twice. In a year and half.Tonight? When I should be cleaning and packing? I've decided

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Like many youth, when I started university I bought a backpack from my school. If I was a snail, then that backpack was the shell on my back. I carried everything in it. Textbooks during the week. Changes of clothing on the weekend. Aside from regular school and life duty, it also became my official carryon for all travel. Any trip I've taken since the fall of 1995 (with the exception of

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I'm leaving on a trip tomorrow. I abhor packing. My typical routine is to put off packing as long as possible until it's absolutely time to pack. Then I start calling people to tell them how much I hate packing. My parents stopped listening. So I needed new victims. I thought I'd only called this one friend once or twice. Apparently not. Me: "I'm going to Germany"Her: "When?"Me: "

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I've noticed a change in myself lately.Used to be, when I was really excited, or passionate, or feeling extremely expressive about a particular topic in my writing, I would indicate this with three exclamation marks (e.g. !!!) My natural state of excitement led to three exclamation marks.Lately I've noticed that now, when I am feeling that same level of energy, excitement and passion, my fingers

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A couple weeks ago I mentioned to my sister that I had lost all motivation in my attempt to lose weight. Since then, she's been trying to sneak in motivational tricks and conversations (despite my obvious resistance to discussing the topic).In an unrelated topic, on the phone yesterday she mentioned she'd written a haiku poem. I said that I often write haikus. This took her by surprise (likely

Ceciliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286641039047660824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350101.post-1153181397025844042006-07-17T20:07:00.000-04:002006-07-17T20:09:57.050-04:00

So I started checking out the webpages of the major networks to see what was on tonight. I start with nbc.com to find the BEST NEWS EVER!!!!NBC IS SHOWING THE NEW SEASON OF PROJECT RUNWAY!!!!!!I get Canadian Bravo. So when I saw a new season of Project Runway was starting, I was bummed because we wouldn't get it until later - likely after it ran in the States. But now! I can watch! At the

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I'm having some friends in this weekend. I was talking to one tonight and I mentioned that our first activity would have to be a grocery store trip and a liquor store trip because I ended up working late, and still had half a house to clean, and so have pretty much no food and no booze. Not exactly the picture of organization.She replies "That's okay. I just realized the only thing I've packed

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I live in a town known for its rather large theatre festival - runs roughly end of May until end of October.I like theatre. It was one aspect of the town I looked forward to when I was thinking about moving here. Saw 8 plays last year.This year, as part of my New Year's Resolution to have a life (and get it under control), I decided to again take in as many as possible. This would require a

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I booked my vacation yesterday. I'm going to Turkey!!!Here's my itinerary:I am so so excited for a couple reasons:1) I was planning an 8-10 day trip. I really wanted to see the rock formations at Cappodocia. Every trip I was looking at that went to Cappadocia was at least 15 days. I don't have that much vacation time. I thought I had decided on a trip, but went into a travel agent to ask

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Two firemen just randomly rang my doorbell.Unfortunately they were only here to perform a smoke alarm check/quick information session. Maybe next time...

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CONQUERED THE CURSE OF THE PENALTY KICKS!!!!!! WORLD CUP CHAMPIONS!!!!!! FORZA ITALIA!!!!!!!Fratelli d'ItaliaL'Italia s'è destaDell'elmo di ScipioS'è cinta la testa.Dove'è la Vittoria?. Le porga la chioma;Chè schiava di RomaIddio la creò.Stringiamoci a coorte,Siam pronti alla morte:Italia chiamò!

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You know, I don't know a lot about the French team, but they were always one I liked more than disliked on the indifference scale. Whatever comments were made about their attitude, I ignored. I didn't mind Zidane and could respect him for his talent.But after that last move? Why? Even just setting aside discussions of fair vs dirty play, real falls vs dives, why would you do that to yourself?

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Or a bottle of wine! Or whatever the man wants!!What a beautiful save!

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I think someone forgot to tell Del Piero which direction they were playing. I don't think I saw him kick the ball forward once in the time he was on the field.Of course, the same could be said for most of the Italian offense. The whole front line spent most of the second half kicking it back to the midfielders rather than taking it to the goal. It's like they weren't even interested in playing

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Materazzi getting the first goal, after causing the penalty kick that got France their first. Well done!For two teams that are so defensive, it's odd to have a score of 1-1 20 minutes in. And yet, it makes sense given they were both set up kicks.

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* Was out running errands. Saw an old man decorating his car. His car was Azzuri blue even. Two huge flags attached to the roof of the car. Two car flags on passenger and driver side doors. He was in the process of strapping a 3 foot tall replica of the trophy to his roof rack. His wife standing on the sidewalk, smiling in amusement, with an excited twinkle in her eye. When I came back

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I used to describe my music tastes as "liking anything but heavy metal and country". Since I've moved up here, the exposure to country music has increased, even if only because the whole hip hop/rap scene doesn't really drown it out. Just meant there were more stations I scrolled by.But lately, there's been a change. Every once in a while, as I scan radio stations, I'll stop on a song that

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For my birthday my parents gave me a storm door so that I could keep my front door open and create a nice cross-breeze. It was installed last week.Now, my house has a bit of an "open concept" entrance/kitchen/living room. Plus it's not that big. And it's in a neighbourhood of semi-detached homes located fairly close together. So, when people are around, they can see in.It really isn't until

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I've been away for several days. It was rainy so I was hoping my plants would be okay.Turns out my hoping was futile.When I returned, I took a walk around my flowerbeds. 65% of the last batch of annuals I planted are fried. Others are on their way out. The hanging plant that was sitting on my porch looks like someone poured bleach all over it. It actually looks like it belongs in a horror

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As I've been watching these World Cup games, my heart continuously goes out to the goalies. The more I watch, the more I feel for, and respect them. They have one of the loneliest positions in all team sports and yet need to display a great amount of strength.- While not the captain, they must often step up as leaders, organizing their team members for optimal defense during crucial times.-

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What an incredible game!!! As much as I wanted Italy to win, I admit I didn't necessarily believe they would. Germany's been playing really well -they're bigger, they seemed a bit more aggressive and offensive and well, after years of disappointement from Italy, I was waiting for them to choke. As the second half of OT wound down, I was starting to accept the loss (since Italy couldn't win at

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Tonight? I skipped my Weight Watchers meeting to go out for beer and wings. Something isn't quite right there. :p*Apparently the hot sauce has more butter. This is not why I ordered mild. I ordered mild cuz I'm a wimp. But I'm still claiming it as a healthy choice!

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I keep feeling like I have things I want to talk about. And yet I can't quite put a post together. And yet, especially tonight, I feel like I need to talk about some things/get some things out. So instead of insightful, themed posts, I think I need to resort to point form. Thoughts from the last couple days...* I cannot, CANNOT, believe I forgot to make my World Cup pool picks on Saturday,

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The Argentinians have really bad hair.

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I made a dish for our department's potluck tomorrow.I took the food out of the frying pan and put it in the crockpot, which I will use for transporting and warming tomorrow. I am waiting for it to cool a bit before I put it in the fridge.I just checked on it. And it occurred to me. Perhaps I should not be trying to *cool* food in a container meant and designed to *hold* heat in.Some days I'm

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That pretty much describes my day. Or, really, the last 5 days. Until about 1:50 this afternoon. When I was standing at my coworker's desk and the internet page, after what seemed like an eternity, finally loaded.AZZURRI WIN 2-0 OVER CZECHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I was so overjoyed watching the Ghana beat the Czechs on Saturday. The classic underdogs coming up strong story (and I'm not usually a

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Okay so I'm at work today and I'm walking next to this rail that's been put up by one of our assembly lines and I touch it and accidently lean against it as I walk by. I wonder when it went up and got painted (as I hadn't been in that area in a couple days).That's when I discover the paint is still wet. Apparently the answer to my question was "just now." :pAs I'm trying to stop touching the

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I really think I did.Just after Christmas, my sister and I took a trip out to San Francisco. It was a city I've wanted to see for years, and had planned on seeing sometime this year. So, when she desperately wanted to go away for New Year's and suggested there, I was in. We booked our tickets. And then sorta forgot we were going. So it was one of those

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This happens every Monday. I start seeing commercials for it. I forget the day it's on. I also forget what day it is. So I start wondering if it's on tonight. Then I decide, no, it's Tuesday night. But wait, isn't it Tuesday? No, it's Monday. Okay then, tomorrow night. The I remember Tuesday is actually the rerun of last week's. So it's on Wednesday night. But that's okay cuz it's

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(I've been meaning to write this post for awhile now. Like everything else here, it apparently needed to come at its own time)Over a year ago, when I took on a new position at work, I didn't really have much time to cross-train with the person I was replacing. We covered the main topics/issues and I jumped in, head first, to figure out the rest - classic baptism by fire.About 5-6 weeks into the

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That's what my mother said to me when I told her this story.Last night I went for a walk around the river. Being a gorgeous night, oodles of people were out during my first lap. Halfway through my second, I noticed that the crowds had definitely thinned out. I was travelling through this area bordered on one side by the river and some tallish bushes, and a couple small deciduous trees on the

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So lately I've been reading many knitting blogs. One blog I started reading for other reasons is part of a knitting blog ring and, purely coincidentally, as I started reading these "outside" (non-knitting) blogs more, I also rediscovered my love of knitting (I was still knitting but somehow my excitement over it returned at that point), so I started following the knitting blog ring and reading

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I went to a toy store today, on a mission.(This toy store is absolutely wonderful. It's just a good, old-fashioned, independent toy store full of games and dress-up items and stuff animals and puppet theatre sets and just a little bit of everything. You can't set foot in this store and NOT be happy. It's impossible.)So, as I walk in, the young man (what am I? 90?!) standing near the front says

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The park in which I take my walks (around the river) is full of benches that are dedicated (and donated) in someone's memory. Several weeks ago, I walked by one bench decorated with coloured, crepe streamers.A couple days after that, another had a card taped to it and a small bunch of white flowers.Tonight, on yet another, there were three separate bunches of brightly coloured flowers tied to

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So, after I got myself all organized to start reading regularly again, I somehow chose a series of books which did nothing but bore me and, ultimately, somehow manage to completely turn me off reading - a feeling I've never experienced in my entire life. Well done Paulo Coehlo and well, non-fiction in general.A week or so ago my aunt told me about a John Grisham book which is partly set in my

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Ahh, the neighbours. Good neighbours, bad neighbours. Loud neighbours, quiet neighbours. So much potential for things to go wrong, and yet, a good neighbour relationship can be a lifesaver.One never knows with neighbours.I'm finding myself with an interesting neighbour situation. The weekend I moved in, I had to return to my "home city". When I got back on the Sunday, I discovered that my

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