Not quite 50 (sorry Mr. Munsch), but chilly nonetheless.
I have heard it said, "After -10 (or other unreasonably warm temperature) it's all the same."
I do not agree.
There is "cool", "cold", "colder" and "I am not going outside".
These descriptors are not consistently defined by any of the temperature markers, but are more dependent on my mood and my planned activity for the day. So, when the world revolves around me meteorologists will have to actually be trained in psychology in order to actually predict the weather (or how it will be interpreted and forecasted).
I should go now.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Ending Paragraphs with CAPS
Today I went to the gym (which was awful as I haven't been there since before the plague took me out, and I felt like I was starting the entire program all over. I'm hoping THAT doesn't think it can take as long as before!), then to the blood bank to donate, and there I found out that my hemoglobin is 146. Yeah, I'm made of IRON.
I also sliced up pears from Costco and stuck them in my dehydrator. Last time, I made them chips, but this time I cut them thicker (like the book said) and we'll see what comes out...it was good that I went out, because while I'm here I just keep checking. I'm like the kid in the garden who wants to dig up the seeds immediately after the dirt has been patted down. That's why I'm writing now...to stay away from the dehydrator because I can't keep turning it off, and taking off the lid. Tomorrow I have to endure the tempation all over again, just with mango instead of pear. SIGH.
I think I forgot to water my poinsetta one day too many. Not that I can say for sure that if I had watered it yesterday it would be ok, but I think it's been too long now. I watered it this morning and it has not made any attempt to recover. If it had a heart it would try, but it's done NOTHING.
Today I also (finally) finished (I had started a long long long time ago) making my photo album of Spain and Israel for Facebook. It was hard to look at the pictures today. It was the trip of a lifetime, and I love what I accomplished and who I was. I was in pictures and I didn't think twice. I saw so much more than Breton or Edmonton or Winnipeg. I know if it lasted forever it would not be the same, and I am going to learn to be that person anywhere I am, even if not on vacation. Or seeing incredible things or doing incredible things. So, here's to being in more PICTURES!
I also sliced up pears from Costco and stuck them in my dehydrator. Last time, I made them chips, but this time I cut them thicker (like the book said) and we'll see what comes out...it was good that I went out, because while I'm here I just keep checking. I'm like the kid in the garden who wants to dig up the seeds immediately after the dirt has been patted down. That's why I'm writing now...to stay away from the dehydrator because I can't keep turning it off, and taking off the lid. Tomorrow I have to endure the tempation all over again, just with mango instead of pear. SIGH.
I think I forgot to water my poinsetta one day too many. Not that I can say for sure that if I had watered it yesterday it would be ok, but I think it's been too long now. I watered it this morning and it has not made any attempt to recover. If it had a heart it would try, but it's done NOTHING.
Today I also (finally) finished (I had started a long long long time ago) making my photo album of Spain and Israel for Facebook. It was hard to look at the pictures today. It was the trip of a lifetime, and I love what I accomplished and who I was. I was in pictures and I didn't think twice. I saw so much more than Breton or Edmonton or Winnipeg. I know if it lasted forever it would not be the same, and I am going to learn to be that person anywhere I am, even if not on vacation. Or seeing incredible things or doing incredible things. So, here's to being in more PICTURES!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
D-A-N-C-I-N-G & P-U-Z-Z-L-E-S & G-A-M-E-S. Oh My.
The problem, I have decided, with living in an attic apartment is that you can't really just dance (and sometimes, I just want to dance!). There is always this concern that the people downstairs don't want loud music OR jumping and leaping going on above them. I wish I was not aware of that possibility...cuz then I'm blast some music and do some cleaning dancing (dancing to music while cleaning is really the best way to clean).
I love writing with brackets. I am not entirely sure, anymore, what brackets are actually used for. Yet, I love to use them to insert whatever I want to say with complete disregard to grammar and punctuation.
My apartment now has a fantastic coffee table (it's glass, and I always VOWED never to have a glass coffee table because they have a knack at becoming fingerprinty and the dust that accumulates is incredibly obvious, but I do kind of really like this one). I put a tiny plant and 2 brass and glass candleholders on it, and now just need to find some candlesticks for the candleholders to make it perfect. There is a kitten puzzle that I can open, put out, and maybe start. I'm not a puzzler. I'm hopeful that someone will come and visit and put it together for me. My mom suggested I should not put it out because it will be one more thing I'll have to dust. I'll just have to have company over sooner rather than later.
So, if you are a puzzler, feel free to come over and work on the kittens with (for) me.
Under my tv I have Grey's Anatomy the Board Game (it was passed on to me, not sought out and purchased ha ha), Apples to Apples, iMAgiNiff, BopIt, and 2 decks of cards. I want a games night so bad, but am not sure who should come or where it should be. Part of me is very much afraid that no one would come. Oh The Fear. It follows me every-which-way I go, but a games night would be full of laughs, and smiles, and cheer! At least that is how I envision it.
All around my lovely new coffee table with some yummy snacks.
I love writing with brackets. I am not entirely sure, anymore, what brackets are actually used for. Yet, I love to use them to insert whatever I want to say with complete disregard to grammar and punctuation.
My apartment now has a fantastic coffee table (it's glass, and I always VOWED never to have a glass coffee table because they have a knack at becoming fingerprinty and the dust that accumulates is incredibly obvious, but I do kind of really like this one). I put a tiny plant and 2 brass and glass candleholders on it, and now just need to find some candlesticks for the candleholders to make it perfect. There is a kitten puzzle that I can open, put out, and maybe start. I'm not a puzzler. I'm hopeful that someone will come and visit and put it together for me. My mom suggested I should not put it out because it will be one more thing I'll have to dust. I'll just have to have company over sooner rather than later.
So, if you are a puzzler, feel free to come over and work on the kittens with (for) me.
Under my tv I have Grey's Anatomy the Board Game (it was passed on to me, not sought out and purchased ha ha), Apples to Apples, iMAgiNiff, BopIt, and 2 decks of cards. I want a games night so bad, but am not sure who should come or where it should be. Part of me is very much afraid that no one would come. Oh The Fear. It follows me every-which-way I go, but a games night would be full of laughs, and smiles, and cheer! At least that is how I envision it.
All around my lovely new coffee table with some yummy snacks.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
A LONG Time Coming
I've been wanting to write. Like, actually itching to write. I just have no idea what to write.
Let's see. Today was a fun kind of day. I went to work (dressed like a normal person!) and then went home (got rear ended) and then went and exchanged Christmas gifts with the lovely Amanda and her charming daughter, then went home and answered the billion questions one must answer to make a claim...the good news: the accident was not my fault.
I've been thinking about writing a lot lately. I think it would be such a neat experience to have something published. If only I could settle on a subject or a topic to write about!
It's taken me about 5 hours to write all of that...and I'm going to hit the hay now...perhaps something extraordinarily awesome to write will come to me in my dreams...g'night!
Let's see. Today was a fun kind of day. I went to work (dressed like a normal person!) and then went home (got rear ended) and then went and exchanged Christmas gifts with the lovely Amanda and her charming daughter, then went home and answered the billion questions one must answer to make a claim...the good news: the accident was not my fault.
I've been thinking about writing a lot lately. I think it would be such a neat experience to have something published. If only I could settle on a subject or a topic to write about!
It's taken me about 5 hours to write all of that...and I'm going to hit the hay now...perhaps something extraordinarily awesome to write will come to me in my dreams...g'night!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
This is my...friend?
Relationships have been on my mind a lot. They are strange things, especially when you are out to try to label them. (This is so not a DTR discussion!)
My brother got married this spring, and I went out and met his family-in-law. Lovely people, who were kind and welcoming and nice to meet. But, they are my brother's in-laws, so, barring any terrible tragedy, I will NEVER see most of them again. What kind of a relationship is that? I suppose it's not one, or does it fall under some category of "casual aquaintances with family connections"? Is there such a category?
As close friends get married I am troubled by their husbands and how they fit into the whole picture. "This is so-and-so, my friend's husband" Are they my friends too? Some of them, yes, I can say that they can fall in the friends category, but, the majority of them? I hope I never have to introduce them to everyone, I'd feel kind of awkward saying "This is my friend..." but, feel kind of rude saying, "This is s0-and-so's husband" because that really and truly is our only connection. Plus, there is the whole aspect where this husband of your friend probably knows a lot more about you and random bits of your life than you would have shared, so they know A LOT more about just how silly you are, than you know about them. Which changes the entire game! They know a lot about you, therefore they should be considered a friend...because I wouldn't want an enemy or a random stranger to know what they know!
I know I'm obsessing, but defining these relationships (see, not defining THE relationship...so still not a DTR talk) helps me know what is socially appropriate. When someone is on the verge of tears and you really just want to give them a hug, and say you're sorry, and offer comfort but you're not entirely sure if the relationship is strictly defined by the role you play in their life or as an actual friendship...then what do you do?
There should be a rule book complete with the appropriate behaviours and things to say/do in various situations with various types of relationships. When is a coworker a friend? How do you act towards the person who is way out of your league, but you like anyway? What about those people on the fringes? The ones who might be friends but you are completely unsure of how they view you? WHAT DO YOU DO????
Perhaps it doesn't matter, this is coming from the girl who tried to be mean to someone, felt guilty because she was being so mean, and then received a thank you note from the target of her meanness. So, it is very possible, that no matter how I act, or treat people, it will be interpreted all wrong, despite my efforts.
Maybe I should just keep acting how I do, and then let everyone else worry about whether or not I am their friend...hmm...this sounds promising.
My brother got married this spring, and I went out and met his family-in-law. Lovely people, who were kind and welcoming and nice to meet. But, they are my brother's in-laws, so, barring any terrible tragedy, I will NEVER see most of them again. What kind of a relationship is that? I suppose it's not one, or does it fall under some category of "casual aquaintances with family connections"? Is there such a category?
As close friends get married I am troubled by their husbands and how they fit into the whole picture. "This is so-and-so, my friend's husband" Are they my friends too? Some of them, yes, I can say that they can fall in the friends category, but, the majority of them? I hope I never have to introduce them to everyone, I'd feel kind of awkward saying "This is my friend..." but, feel kind of rude saying, "This is s0-and-so's husband" because that really and truly is our only connection. Plus, there is the whole aspect where this husband of your friend probably knows a lot more about you and random bits of your life than you would have shared, so they know A LOT more about just how silly you are, than you know about them. Which changes the entire game! They know a lot about you, therefore they should be considered a friend...because I wouldn't want an enemy or a random stranger to know what they know!
I know I'm obsessing, but defining these relationships (see, not defining THE relationship...so still not a DTR talk) helps me know what is socially appropriate. When someone is on the verge of tears and you really just want to give them a hug, and say you're sorry, and offer comfort but you're not entirely sure if the relationship is strictly defined by the role you play in their life or as an actual friendship...then what do you do?
There should be a rule book complete with the appropriate behaviours and things to say/do in various situations with various types of relationships. When is a coworker a friend? How do you act towards the person who is way out of your league, but you like anyway? What about those people on the fringes? The ones who might be friends but you are completely unsure of how they view you? WHAT DO YOU DO????
Perhaps it doesn't matter, this is coming from the girl who tried to be mean to someone, felt guilty because she was being so mean, and then received a thank you note from the target of her meanness. So, it is very possible, that no matter how I act, or treat people, it will be interpreted all wrong, despite my efforts.
Maybe I should just keep acting how I do, and then let everyone else worry about whether or not I am their friend...hmm...this sounds promising.
Monday, June 7, 2010
While I'm Thinking About It...
1. Online dating is not for me. End of story. I can find roommates online but I can't find dates online. It's just weird. And odd. And I give up easily (although 2 weeks seems like long enough to decide that I don't like it...). So, in summary: the internet is for finding roommates. Not dates.
2. With the exception of children, the people who flinch away from you while walking a dog make me a little mad. They act like not only am I going to let my dog jump all over them, but I am actually going to set the dog on them. Newsflash: my dog has way more interest in *that* clump of dirt than she has in you. Yes, I did just compare you to a clump of dirt. Deal with it.
3. Today was a lovely day. I felt so energized. I blasted the country music and danced in the living room. And cleaned my dogs kennel. And wiped down the kitchen with lysol (a habit I picked up at work...although at work we use Kavi wipes). And watched What Not to Wear. And cleaned out my roommates cat litter boxes because the smell was making me gag everytime I went upstairs and I had to keep my door closed....ick. gag. blech. Then I went and swam for an hour. And walked the dog and played soccer with her in the park. And walked around. Now, I'm going to cheat and buy some instant rice to zap in the microwave to make myself a glory bowl to eat for supper and one to bring to work tomorrow.
4. Tomorrow I work an 8 hour day. And then I am off for a wonderful week which will be spent in Alberta. This might be a contributing factor to my energy and happiness. I'm going HOME!
2. With the exception of children, the people who flinch away from you while walking a dog make me a little mad. They act like not only am I going to let my dog jump all over them, but I am actually going to set the dog on them. Newsflash: my dog has way more interest in *that* clump of dirt than she has in you. Yes, I did just compare you to a clump of dirt. Deal with it.
3. Today was a lovely day. I felt so energized. I blasted the country music and danced in the living room. And cleaned my dogs kennel. And wiped down the kitchen with lysol (a habit I picked up at work...although at work we use Kavi wipes). And watched What Not to Wear. And cleaned out my roommates cat litter boxes because the smell was making me gag everytime I went upstairs and I had to keep my door closed....ick. gag. blech. Then I went and swam for an hour. And walked the dog and played soccer with her in the park. And walked around. Now, I'm going to cheat and buy some instant rice to zap in the microwave to make myself a glory bowl to eat for supper and one to bring to work tomorrow.
4. Tomorrow I work an 8 hour day. And then I am off for a wonderful week which will be spent in Alberta. This might be a contributing factor to my energy and happiness. I'm going HOME!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I'd Forgotten What It Looked Like...
I went to my blog today and was shocked! I had completely forgotten what it looked like!
Talk about a waste of cyberspace!
I've heard that if you post something at least twice a week people start to follow your blog. But the question is what to write? After all, there can't be that many people who want to hear that I slept in, watched Glee, made breakfast, walked the dog, took the dog to the off leash park, had a 2 hour nap, made homemade mushroom soup and then watched some tv, and then I blogged about
it.
But the 2 hour nap was awesome. I had leather couch wrinkles on my face. That's how awesome it was.
There are currently job postings in the parts of Alberta that I love. Jasper (but there's nowhere to live in Jasper), and in Lac La Biche (not that there is really anything loveable about Lac La Biche...but the lakes and trees all around it make me feel so energized!). They are casual positions that are open to external applicants. I want to badly to apply, and yet I'm afraid that if I decide to apply I'll either not get the job, or get the job and hate it but be stuck with it because there's not exactly an abundance of other jobs to get. I'm also afraid to leave Winnipeg. I just moved into my new place about a month and a half ago...so it seems kind of hasty to be planning to bail on it already. I can't go casual because I need a guaranteed income to plan my trip to New Zealand. I get to babysit Briony.
I think I'm so full of excuses that I'm just going to have to accept that like it or not (and the answer is "not"), I'm sticking around in Winnipeg for a while longer.
Maybe I'll be able to save enough money to buy a house in Jasper...
Talk about a waste of cyberspace!
I've heard that if you post something at least twice a week people start to follow your blog. But the question is what to write? After all, there can't be that many people who want to hear that I slept in, watched Glee, made breakfast, walked the dog, took the dog to the off leash park, had a 2 hour nap, made homemade mushroom soup and then watched some tv, and then I blogged about
it.
But the 2 hour nap was awesome. I had leather couch wrinkles on my face. That's how awesome it was.
There are currently job postings in the parts of Alberta that I love. Jasper (but there's nowhere to live in Jasper), and in Lac La Biche (not that there is really anything loveable about Lac La Biche...but the lakes and trees all around it make me feel so energized!). They are casual positions that are open to external applicants. I want to badly to apply, and yet I'm afraid that if I decide to apply I'll either not get the job, or get the job and hate it but be stuck with it because there's not exactly an abundance of other jobs to get. I'm also afraid to leave Winnipeg. I just moved into my new place about a month and a half ago...so it seems kind of hasty to be planning to bail on it already. I can't go casual because I need a guaranteed income to plan my trip to New Zealand. I get to babysit Briony.
I think I'm so full of excuses that I'm just going to have to accept that like it or not (and the answer is "not"), I'm sticking around in Winnipeg for a while longer.
Maybe I'll be able to save enough money to buy a house in Jasper...
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