Yesterday was not a good day. My knees are bad right now. Aching, stiff, giving out on me, popping, sticking and generally just pissing me off. This is arthritis. Sometimes you're fine, other times you're nowhere near fine. It should last only a couple of days. I just need to ride it out, take more care when walking up and down stairs so I don't fall, take more breaks from the desk to stretch my legs straight. And this too will pass. In the meantime the dreams continue. I'm very tired. These dreams don't seem to have anything to do with the moon (but perhaps an eclipse?) More than likely they are a direct result of my current physical discomfort. I have the crazy ability to be very much awake and dreaming at the same time resulting in what they call sleep paralysis. I'm awake and can't move because I'm asleep and dreaming. Dreams cross over into real life. Which can be pretty damn scary when you happen to be having a nightmare, somewhat interesting when celebrity guest stars show up. I'm trying not to trigger any nightmares during this time, shifting the channel whenever the preview for The Grudge 2 comes on. We are so not going to see that one! Anyway, that's all doing with me. Today I've got to get some info on this new garbage program and shift things into high gear for tomorrow's leave-taking.
Mood: so-so
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: Midnight Show, The Killers
Hair: every which way
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Sleep Deprived
Well no, I'm not really deprived. I mean I'm in bed for the requisite hours. It's just the dreams man! The fucking dreams are driving me crazy! It's so hard to get up and get going when you feel like you've been run over by a steam roller. Does the world still have steam rollers? Ashton Kutcher made a celebrity guest appearance in one last night. And I went to introduce him to someone, (an old boyfriend who had shown up and surprised me, thrown me off guard), and I was so kerfluffled I couldn't remember his name. I was like, "I'm so sorry, I can't remember your name. Who are you again?" Ashton Kutcher! And we were like friends! And I forgot who he was. Crazy!
Mood: so very very tired
Drinking: coffee, lots of cream
Listening To: Crave Me, Rise Electric (that's one of Lukas Rossi's former bands, case you didn't know)
Hair: you know i think my hair is living in limbo
Mood: so very very tired
Drinking: coffee, lots of cream
Listening To: Crave Me, Rise Electric (that's one of Lukas Rossi's former bands, case you didn't know)
Hair: you know i think my hair is living in limbo
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Jenny Was A Friend of Mine
The daily challenge of trying to control my life continues. When my computer died I lost my On the Ball software, so now I'm trying something else. If you recall, I really liked On the Ball, but since I'm using Outlook now and I don't want to buy the ball again, this TimeTo program seems to make more sense because it works with Outlook and it's free. It's also pretty complicated time management stuff, which may in fact be a good thing. Of course anything works for one day. The trick for me is to be consistent. I'm working on it. My screensaver says "Do it now!" I travel around all day muttering "Forward motion" to myself. Maybe it's helping. I just can't bear the idea of leaving here on Friday knowing I'm not where I'm supposed to be at with work, that I'll return to a sty of a house. There's lots of time to get things done. I'm tired of feeling bad about myself, stressed about life in general. I just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other and stop giving up, procrastinating, investing way too much time in worrying about what's to be done, when if I just did it, it would be done already. Like my inbox. I've been keeping my inbox cleaned up consistently since I started again. No lingerings. Everything dealt with or filed to be dealt with as it arrives. A small lifestyle change, perhaps, but it makes a difference. Every little step counts.
Mood: tiring, slowing down
Drinking: nothing, diet pepsi earlier
Listening To: PANDORA!! The Killers Radio, God and Mars, Days Away
Hair: out of my eyes for the most part
Mood: tiring, slowing down
Drinking: nothing, diet pepsi earlier
Listening To: PANDORA!! The Killers Radio, God and Mars, Days Away
Hair: out of my eyes for the most part
Thought for the Day
"Do not ask God to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet." -- Unknown
That's a good one. Forward motion, folks. Forward motion.
That's a good one. Forward motion, folks. Forward motion.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Catch My Disease
Last night during a particularly potent bout of SNA, when all the channels had gone into infomercials and I was dangerously close to ordering some sort of groovy deep dish grill thingy (only 2 payments of $24.95), I tuned into my local cable channel 10 instead and for the first time ever I watched a town council meeting. And thank god! I truly live in a bubble. Somehow I've totally missed the fact that come October 1 my community is going Wet/Dry recycling. Holy crap! I need new bags! And a new system. I totally would never have known about this, if I hadn't watched the Council meeting. They said the Westmorland people went door to door with info kits, but it must've been when I was out of town. And I never read the local paper. So I've been in the dark.
Today I purchased a new coffee maker. I couldn't live another day without one. Honestly. Instant was not cutting it. Anyway, got a 10 cupper at Jean Coutu for only $14.95. Pretty good. Then I went to Save-Easy and bought pizza and ice cream and pie and cake. Yep, I'm talking major junk cravings being satisfied here. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.
Mood: buoyant
Drinking: COFFEE, brewed!
Listening To: In View, The Tragically Hip
Hair: clean
Today I purchased a new coffee maker. I couldn't live another day without one. Honestly. Instant was not cutting it. Anyway, got a 10 cupper at Jean Coutu for only $14.95. Pretty good. Then I went to Save-Easy and bought pizza and ice cream and pie and cake. Yep, I'm talking major junk cravings being satisfied here. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.
Mood: buoyant
Drinking: COFFEE, brewed!
Listening To: In View, The Tragically Hip
Hair: clean
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Move Along
Dreams are off the hook! Last night I was on trial. It was a bogus charge. I hadn't actually done anything. My mother ignored a policy at her work, causing a co-worker (an old battleaxe-like type who should've been long retired, a fictional character by the way, my mother works with no such person) to screw up. Nobody died. Nobody was even hurt. It was something super simple like dishes being stacked in a different place, causing the old battleaxe to turn customers away because she thought they were out of plates and could no longer serve. My mother works in a cafeteria, in case I didn't mention that. My mother actually works in a high school, but this was a public cafeteria, in a high-rise.
Anyway, rather than being perceived as making a mistake, the old battleaxe wanted blood, heads to roll. And since everyone always loves my mother and wouldn't do anything like that to her, I ended up in a courtroom on trial. It's all very bizarre, I know. Mom figured the judge would just throw it out and didn't even come to the courtroom with me. Dad was there, but only because he had a dentist appointment in the same building later in the afternoon. The judge turned out to be that crazy little man judge from Boston Legal though and wasn't about to throw out the bogus charges without hearing evidence.
So there was testimony and cross-examination and expert witnesses and I just couldn't believe it! That they were going to such lengths over something so simple that I hadn't even been involved with. It stretched on forever. My father had to cancel his dentist appointment. And then finally it ended and it was time for the judge's verdict. GUILTY! I couldn't believe it! The whole thing was crazy, and it got even crazier when he sentenced me to 3-5 in prison. I woke up feeling like a truck had run over me in the night, achy, fuzzy headed, and just flabbergasted. I hate waking up more exhausted than when I went to sleep.
Listening to itunes earlier while reading blogs. I don't have much music yet, but I've got a truckload of personal development cds that my boss copied onto my computer when he gave it to me. The PD tracks are generally no longer than a song, so I put it on random and end up getting a mix of music and lessons. And this is good. I don't have the patience to listen to a whole cd of a seminar in one sitting, so this way I get to dip in and dip out.
Anyway, that's what I was doing earlier and in the way that the universe steps in, fiddles with the energy and shows us the way, while I was reading today's post on Christina's blog called "get yourself out there" Brian Tracy comes on the speakers with the seventh key to success, Positive Action. "That means get going. Get busy. Move fast. Positive action gives you energy." Yes, I know this already. I've witnessed it in my own life. I know for sure that it works. But today I really needed to hear this again. Funny how that happens :-)
Mood: not bad, considering
Drinking: coffee (instant again, i so NEED a new machine)
Listening To: Tell Me Baby, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and the rumble of the soapbox derby happening on the hill just in front of my house
Hair: the greasiest, stringiest, trailer park trashiest that it's been in awhile
Anyway, rather than being perceived as making a mistake, the old battleaxe wanted blood, heads to roll. And since everyone always loves my mother and wouldn't do anything like that to her, I ended up in a courtroom on trial. It's all very bizarre, I know. Mom figured the judge would just throw it out and didn't even come to the courtroom with me. Dad was there, but only because he had a dentist appointment in the same building later in the afternoon. The judge turned out to be that crazy little man judge from Boston Legal though and wasn't about to throw out the bogus charges without hearing evidence.
So there was testimony and cross-examination and expert witnesses and I just couldn't believe it! That they were going to such lengths over something so simple that I hadn't even been involved with. It stretched on forever. My father had to cancel his dentist appointment. And then finally it ended and it was time for the judge's verdict. GUILTY! I couldn't believe it! The whole thing was crazy, and it got even crazier when he sentenced me to 3-5 in prison. I woke up feeling like a truck had run over me in the night, achy, fuzzy headed, and just flabbergasted. I hate waking up more exhausted than when I went to sleep.
Listening to itunes earlier while reading blogs. I don't have much music yet, but I've got a truckload of personal development cds that my boss copied onto my computer when he gave it to me. The PD tracks are generally no longer than a song, so I put it on random and end up getting a mix of music and lessons. And this is good. I don't have the patience to listen to a whole cd of a seminar in one sitting, so this way I get to dip in and dip out.
Anyway, that's what I was doing earlier and in the way that the universe steps in, fiddles with the energy and shows us the way, while I was reading today's post on Christina's blog called "get yourself out there" Brian Tracy comes on the speakers with the seventh key to success, Positive Action. "That means get going. Get busy. Move fast. Positive action gives you energy." Yes, I know this already. I've witnessed it in my own life. I know for sure that it works. But today I really needed to hear this again. Funny how that happens :-)
Mood: not bad, considering
Drinking: coffee (instant again, i so NEED a new machine)
Listening To: Tell Me Baby, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and the rumble of the soapbox derby happening on the hill just in front of my house
Hair: the greasiest, stringiest, trailer park trashiest that it's been in awhile
Friday, September 22, 2006
Doesn't Look A Bit Like Jesus
Did I mention it's Fall Fair weekend here?
Saturday, September 23
Hinchey's Giant Midway
As part of the Sackville Fall Fair, Hinchey's Giant Midway will be operating from September 20th to the 24th. Located at the corner of King Street and Main Street. Come and enjoy!
7:30 AM 11:00 AM Fall Fair Breakfast
Fall Fair Breakfast, Sackville Lions Club, 10 Dufferin Street. Menu: eggs, bacon, sausage, homemade beans, toast, juice, tea, coffee. Price: adults $6.00, children 6 years and under FREE. Proceeds go to Lions Community Projects. Everyone welcome!
8:00 AM 12:00 PM Yard Sale at United Church
Yard Sale at the Sackville United Church, Saturday, September 23rd from 8:00 am until noon. Everyone welcome!
8:00 AM 11:00 AM Yard Sale at sgci
Yard Sale at sgci Communications, 131 Main Street, Saturday, September 23rd from 8:00 am - 11:00am. Rain or shine. Proceeds going to Relay for Life. Everyone welcome!
9:00 AM 12:00 PM Farmer's Market
Farmer's Market every Saturday morning at the Bridge Street Cafe, 8 Bridge Street, Sackville. For additional information call Cathy at 536-4428
9:00 AM 4:00 PM Yard Sale at Sackville Legion
Yard Sale at the Sackville Legion, 15 Lorne Street, Saturday, September 23rd and Sunday, September 24th from 9:00 am until 4:00 pm. Rain or shine. Everyone welcome!
1:00 PM Sackville Fall Fair Parade
Sackville Fall Fair Parade, Saturday, September 23, beginning at the Drew Nursing Home, 165 Main Street, ending at the Salem Elementary School, 70 Queens Road, where awards will be presented.
3:00 PM Fall Philosophy & Film Series
The Fall Philosophy & Film Series: A philosophically interesting film will be playing every Saturday at 3:00 pm in the Wu Centre, Sir James Dunn Bldg, 67 York Street. The film playing This week is "Matter of Heart". Everyone welcome!
4:00 PM 6:00 PM Hip of Beef Supper
The Westmorland Historical Society is holding a Hip of Beef Supper on Saturday, September 23 between 4:00pm and 6:00pm at the Keillor House Museum in Dorchester. Menu: tossed salad with house dressing, roast beef with harvest vegetables, choice of dessert, tea and coffee. Cost: $10.00 per person. For additional information call 379-6636.
7:00 PM St. Ann's Talent Auction
St. Ann's Annual Talent Auction starting at 7:00 pm at St. Ann's Church Hall, British Settlement Road, British Settlement, Saturday, September 23rd. Everyone welcome!
7:30 PM Sackville Haunted Hike
Sackville Haunted Hike: An hour long walking tour of Sackville's most haunted sites guided by Professor Ignatius Newcombe. Meet at the entrance to the Waterfowl Park next to St. Paul's Anglican Church, 125 Main Street at 7:30 pm. Admission by donation. For additional information contact Paul Merrigan at 536-3866 or sackville_haunted_hike@hotmail.com
8:00 PM Donnie & the Monarchs
Donnie & the Monarchs will be performing for the Fall Fair Dance presented by Cape Jourimain Nature Centre, Saturday, September 23rd at 8:00 pm at the Sackville Veterans Memorial Civic Centre, 182 Main Street. Tickets are $25 and available at the Civic Centre, Jean Coutu, Tidewater Books and Bridge Street Cafe. There will also be a Silent Auction. All proceeds to go to Cape Jourimain and the Civic Centre. Everyone welcome!
9:00 PM Harmony Trowbridge
Harmony Trowbridge: Toronto's Vinyl-Cafe-approved songwriter "Harmony Trowbridge" will be performing at George's Roadhouse, 67 Lorne Street, Saturday, September 23rd. Plus Sackville favourite David Myles and Mount Allison duo Pat LePoidevin and Corey Isenor. Admission $5.00 at the door. No person under 19 years of age. For additional information contact Tim Jones at 364-0864 or tsjns@mta.ca
9:00 PM 12:00 AM Dance at Mount Whatley Hall
Dance at Mount Whatley Hall, every second Saturday from 9:00pm - 12:00 midnight. Music by Del Wheaton & Co. Admission $5.00 per person.
Mood: awake since daybreak, what is up with that?
Drinking: coffee, instant, with cream . . . kinda blech! but the machine is on the fritz
Listening To: The Luckiest, Ben Folds
Hair: needs some work
Saturday, September 23
Hinchey's Giant Midway
As part of the Sackville Fall Fair, Hinchey's Giant Midway will be operating from September 20th to the 24th. Located at the corner of King Street and Main Street. Come and enjoy!
7:30 AM 11:00 AM Fall Fair Breakfast
Fall Fair Breakfast, Sackville Lions Club, 10 Dufferin Street. Menu: eggs, bacon, sausage, homemade beans, toast, juice, tea, coffee. Price: adults $6.00, children 6 years and under FREE. Proceeds go to Lions Community Projects. Everyone welcome!
8:00 AM 12:00 PM Yard Sale at United Church
Yard Sale at the Sackville United Church, Saturday, September 23rd from 8:00 am until noon. Everyone welcome!
8:00 AM 11:00 AM Yard Sale at sgci
Yard Sale at sgci Communications, 131 Main Street, Saturday, September 23rd from 8:00 am - 11:00am. Rain or shine. Proceeds going to Relay for Life. Everyone welcome!
9:00 AM 12:00 PM Farmer's Market
Farmer's Market every Saturday morning at the Bridge Street Cafe, 8 Bridge Street, Sackville. For additional information call Cathy at 536-4428
9:00 AM 4:00 PM Yard Sale at Sackville Legion
Yard Sale at the Sackville Legion, 15 Lorne Street, Saturday, September 23rd and Sunday, September 24th from 9:00 am until 4:00 pm. Rain or shine. Everyone welcome!
1:00 PM Sackville Fall Fair Parade
Sackville Fall Fair Parade, Saturday, September 23, beginning at the Drew Nursing Home, 165 Main Street, ending at the Salem Elementary School, 70 Queens Road, where awards will be presented.
3:00 PM Fall Philosophy & Film Series
The Fall Philosophy & Film Series: A philosophically interesting film will be playing every Saturday at 3:00 pm in the Wu Centre, Sir James Dunn Bldg, 67 York Street. The film playing This week is "Matter of Heart". Everyone welcome!
4:00 PM 6:00 PM Hip of Beef Supper
The Westmorland Historical Society is holding a Hip of Beef Supper on Saturday, September 23 between 4:00pm and 6:00pm at the Keillor House Museum in Dorchester. Menu: tossed salad with house dressing, roast beef with harvest vegetables, choice of dessert, tea and coffee. Cost: $10.00 per person. For additional information call 379-6636.
7:00 PM St. Ann's Talent Auction
St. Ann's Annual Talent Auction starting at 7:00 pm at St. Ann's Church Hall, British Settlement Road, British Settlement, Saturday, September 23rd. Everyone welcome!
7:30 PM Sackville Haunted Hike
Sackville Haunted Hike: An hour long walking tour of Sackville's most haunted sites guided by Professor Ignatius Newcombe. Meet at the entrance to the Waterfowl Park next to St. Paul's Anglican Church, 125 Main Street at 7:30 pm. Admission by donation. For additional information contact Paul Merrigan at 536-3866 or sackville_haunted_hike@hotmail.com
8:00 PM Donnie & the Monarchs
Donnie & the Monarchs will be performing for the Fall Fair Dance presented by Cape Jourimain Nature Centre, Saturday, September 23rd at 8:00 pm at the Sackville Veterans Memorial Civic Centre, 182 Main Street. Tickets are $25 and available at the Civic Centre, Jean Coutu, Tidewater Books and Bridge Street Cafe. There will also be a Silent Auction. All proceeds to go to Cape Jourimain and the Civic Centre. Everyone welcome!
9:00 PM Harmony Trowbridge
Harmony Trowbridge: Toronto's Vinyl-Cafe-approved songwriter "Harmony Trowbridge" will be performing at George's Roadhouse, 67 Lorne Street, Saturday, September 23rd. Plus Sackville favourite David Myles and Mount Allison duo Pat LePoidevin and Corey Isenor. Admission $5.00 at the door. No person under 19 years of age. For additional information contact Tim Jones at 364-0864 or tsjns@mta.ca
9:00 PM 12:00 AM Dance at Mount Whatley Hall
Dance at Mount Whatley Hall, every second Saturday from 9:00pm - 12:00 midnight. Music by Del Wheaton & Co. Admission $5.00 per person.
Mood: awake since daybreak, what is up with that?
Drinking: coffee, instant, with cream . . . kinda blech! but the machine is on the fritz
Listening To: The Luckiest, Ben Folds
Hair: needs some work
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Grace
I ate meat last night. Not much, but a little bit. And it made me frigging sick. I don't know why. This is unexpected. Oh well. Vegetarianism continues.
Tonight I've got a writing meeting. Just me and another girl, this is the smaller group. I'm feeling lazy but I've got to walk out to the Tim Horton's to meet her. I could have hosted the thing, but the walk will do me good. I'll appreciate having walked after I do it. Now, not so much, but later I'll be better.
Season premiers of Grey's Anatomy and ER tonight. The L Word starts next Thursday. Didn't watch anything last night.
My coffee maker quit today. Busted. Won't turn on. Dammit! Tomorrow will be an instant coffee day . . . but I can't see that lasting long. I'll have to find the money somewhere to buy a new machine ($15 bucks in hand to do until next Friday, no, not this Friday, but next Friday the 29th.) Maybe I can order one from Sears. They have them at Home Hardware, but that is the longer walk. And the last time I walked home from out there carrying stuff, it was not pretty.
This afternoon when my body decided to spend a good chunk of my day sitting on the toilet, I could hear my neighbors in their kitchen. Having breakfast, tho it was quite late. Talking about the goings on from two night's ago, as if they haven't seen each other since. Conclusion -- the bastards slept all day yesterday!! Meanwhile I didn't have that luxury. I had to get up and go places and do things. Sometimes I really dislike having housemates. Other times I miss them when they are gone.
One of the boys has a crush on the girl living in the house. Or a healthy lusting. They may or may not have slipped up at one time and slept together. It seems like that in some of their conversations. He has a long-distance long-term girlfriend from wherever he's from. She has a boyfriend who is here quite a bit on weekends. She seems oblivious to what I think is definitely a crush or something on her roomie's part. Whenever they're alone in his room, smoking up, he brings up sex, he talks about her boyfriend and how he would never do that (the boyfriend frequently behaves poorly). Aye yi yi! I recognize these conversations. The girl appears as oblivious as I always was though. Does this mean I've actually learned something? Or can I only recognize the signs when I'm a distant observer?
Mood: lazy
Drinking: nothing, soon to be a timmy's
Listening To: Good Guys Don't Always Wear White, Bon Jovi
Hair: maybe i should just shave my head and buy wigs
Tonight I've got a writing meeting. Just me and another girl, this is the smaller group. I'm feeling lazy but I've got to walk out to the Tim Horton's to meet her. I could have hosted the thing, but the walk will do me good. I'll appreciate having walked after I do it. Now, not so much, but later I'll be better.
Season premiers of Grey's Anatomy and ER tonight. The L Word starts next Thursday. Didn't watch anything last night.
My coffee maker quit today. Busted. Won't turn on. Dammit! Tomorrow will be an instant coffee day . . . but I can't see that lasting long. I'll have to find the money somewhere to buy a new machine ($15 bucks in hand to do until next Friday, no, not this Friday, but next Friday the 29th.) Maybe I can order one from Sears. They have them at Home Hardware, but that is the longer walk. And the last time I walked home from out there carrying stuff, it was not pretty.
This afternoon when my body decided to spend a good chunk of my day sitting on the toilet, I could hear my neighbors in their kitchen. Having breakfast, tho it was quite late. Talking about the goings on from two night's ago, as if they haven't seen each other since. Conclusion -- the bastards slept all day yesterday!! Meanwhile I didn't have that luxury. I had to get up and go places and do things. Sometimes I really dislike having housemates. Other times I miss them when they are gone.
One of the boys has a crush on the girl living in the house. Or a healthy lusting. They may or may not have slipped up at one time and slept together. It seems like that in some of their conversations. He has a long-distance long-term girlfriend from wherever he's from. She has a boyfriend who is here quite a bit on weekends. She seems oblivious to what I think is definitely a crush or something on her roomie's part. Whenever they're alone in his room, smoking up, he brings up sex, he talks about her boyfriend and how he would never do that (the boyfriend frequently behaves poorly). Aye yi yi! I recognize these conversations. The girl appears as oblivious as I always was though. Does this mean I've actually learned something? Or can I only recognize the signs when I'm a distant observer?
Mood: lazy
Drinking: nothing, soon to be a timmy's
Listening To: Good Guys Don't Always Wear White, Bon Jovi
Hair: maybe i should just shave my head and buy wigs
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Spinning Me Round
I didn't do so good yesterday. Tired. Yes, I still ate and walked and did my exercises, but I never escaped my sleepy state. Last night I stayed up too late reading and then when reading became impossible because of the noise distraction in the house, I just laid awake listening and writing in my mind, occasionally getting up to look out the window. My students have friends visiting this week. They've actually been here since the weekend, and the party has not stopped since their arrival. When they party at the front of the house I can't hear them, so it doesn't bother me, but last night they were smoking up in the bedroom on the other side of mine. Are all the young people on coke and E now? Like everyone? I mean these are some pretty good kids living in this house. They're neat and bright and goal oriented and respectful and conscious . . . yet they're drunk every day, doing drugs in bar bathrooms with strangers, sitting around in thongs looking at porn until daylight, getting so wasted friends have to carry them to bed. It's weird to lay and listen to them and think back to being that age. Yes, I would've been right there with them, experiencing everything. To think forward to when my nieces and nephew get to that age. Scary.
Writers' Pot Luck tonight. My potatoes have undergone the first baking already. Bacon and more baking coming up shortly. I should look for a story to submit. Tomorrow night I meet with the other writers'. Next weekend I go to Freddy to emcee a reading.
It's Fall Fair time again. Lots on the do. I just found out Clerks 2 is the Friday night Toonie movie at midnight at the Vogue. I had hoped it would play like a regular movie run, but apparently it is not to be, so if I want to see it in a theatre, this is my only chance. I'm not too keen on walking home alone so late is all, but it's not far, not that big of a deal. It's funny, I used to walk everywhere late at night in Miramichi and never worry . . . and lord knows there was stuff to worry about.
Yesterday, House of Blues sent me a pre-sale code for Elton John at Air Canada Centre in Toronto this November. Just for the hell of it I went to Ticketmaster, punched in the code and did a search for a single seat, best available. Frigging Centre Floor Row 13 came up! I checked the seating map and yeah it was 13 rows from the stage. Elton John! Man! I wanted to take it so bad. But there's no way I can afford another trip to Toronto this year. No freaking way.
Mood: a little dazed
Drinking: coffee, still effing folgers crystals, but with real cream!
Listening To: Kiss the Bride, Elton John
Hair: but seriously, i have hair?!
Writers' Pot Luck tonight. My potatoes have undergone the first baking already. Bacon and more baking coming up shortly. I should look for a story to submit. Tomorrow night I meet with the other writers'. Next weekend I go to Freddy to emcee a reading.
It's Fall Fair time again. Lots on the do. I just found out Clerks 2 is the Friday night Toonie movie at midnight at the Vogue. I had hoped it would play like a regular movie run, but apparently it is not to be, so if I want to see it in a theatre, this is my only chance. I'm not too keen on walking home alone so late is all, but it's not far, not that big of a deal. It's funny, I used to walk everywhere late at night in Miramichi and never worry . . . and lord knows there was stuff to worry about.
Yesterday, House of Blues sent me a pre-sale code for Elton John at Air Canada Centre in Toronto this November. Just for the hell of it I went to Ticketmaster, punched in the code and did a search for a single seat, best available. Frigging Centre Floor Row 13 came up! I checked the seating map and yeah it was 13 rows from the stage. Elton John! Man! I wanted to take it so bad. But there's no way I can afford another trip to Toronto this year. No freaking way.
Mood: a little dazed
Drinking: coffee, still effing folgers crystals, but with real cream!
Listening To: Kiss the Bride, Elton John
Hair: but seriously, i have hair?!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Don't Give Up
Tried the vanilla flavoured rice milk today. Blech! Blech! Blech! The soy is practically pleasant in comparison. Cream will be coming back to my diet. I can't drink black coffee without craving a cigarette.
Slept a bit later today. I woke just after 7 and then laid in bed for two hours, occasionally dozing, mostly just thinking. Quiet time can be good too, but I am feeling a bit lazier today than yesterday. Slow to get around. I'm kinda achy and sore though, which always has a lot to do with it.
I had a good day yesterday. Crossed something important off my list, when I got my medicare straightened out. Voted in the election, even though I wasn't the person named on the card and nobody bothered to ask me who I really was or request proper ID or anything. NOT the kind of stuff they'd let you get away with in Blackville. Exercised for about a half hour. Very productive work day with quite a few stories shaping up finally. Ate first and second breakfast. Blogged on many blogs. Watched Oprah, and Vanished and the premier of Smith, as well as election results, then Letterman and dozed in and out of Craig Ferguson. Talked to my mom on the phone, twice, my dad once. Read a chapter of Alistair's book, a bunch of stuff on Oprah's website and everyone's blog. Washed and dried and put away my bedding and my jeans. Had salad and bread and wine and french fries with mushroom gravy. Discovered that the bacon I purchased for my casserole tomorrow night is MIA, AWOL, still in the friggin cab drivers trunk no doubt. Is this a sign that meat should not enter my home?
Slow to get around today. Yep. Maybe I should go for a walk and see if I can get any energy. Maybe I need to go back to bed. I have been going straight out for a bit now, after a lethargic existence. My body isn't used to this, maybe I need a little rest. Lots of dreams on the hook last night too, which makes for a not very restful sleep. Where do these crazy dreams come from? I could not consciously make this crap up.
Mood: slow witted
Drinking: black coffee
Listening To: Open Road Song, Eve 6
Hair: do i have hair?
Slept a bit later today. I woke just after 7 and then laid in bed for two hours, occasionally dozing, mostly just thinking. Quiet time can be good too, but I am feeling a bit lazier today than yesterday. Slow to get around. I'm kinda achy and sore though, which always has a lot to do with it.
I had a good day yesterday. Crossed something important off my list, when I got my medicare straightened out. Voted in the election, even though I wasn't the person named on the card and nobody bothered to ask me who I really was or request proper ID or anything. NOT the kind of stuff they'd let you get away with in Blackville. Exercised for about a half hour. Very productive work day with quite a few stories shaping up finally. Ate first and second breakfast. Blogged on many blogs. Watched Oprah, and Vanished and the premier of Smith, as well as election results, then Letterman and dozed in and out of Craig Ferguson. Talked to my mom on the phone, twice, my dad once. Read a chapter of Alistair's book, a bunch of stuff on Oprah's website and everyone's blog. Washed and dried and put away my bedding and my jeans. Had salad and bread and wine and french fries with mushroom gravy. Discovered that the bacon I purchased for my casserole tomorrow night is MIA, AWOL, still in the friggin cab drivers trunk no doubt. Is this a sign that meat should not enter my home?
Slow to get around today. Yep. Maybe I should go for a walk and see if I can get any energy. Maybe I need to go back to bed. I have been going straight out for a bit now, after a lethargic existence. My body isn't used to this, maybe I need a little rest. Lots of dreams on the hook last night too, which makes for a not very restful sleep. Where do these crazy dreams come from? I could not consciously make this crap up.
Mood: slow witted
Drinking: black coffee
Listening To: Open Road Song, Eve 6
Hair: do i have hair?
Monday, September 18, 2006
Have A Drink On Me
Eyes opened at 7:02 this morning (which makes it actually more 6:40'ish), feet hit the floor at 7:07. The thing about having the only visible clock in your bedroom set a good 20 minutes fast is that you're never actually certain what time it is and I tend to err on the cautious side choosing to believe I'm only 10 minutes ahead rather than a half hour. The great thing about not setting the clock properly is that by the time I get back upstairs after stumbling down to make coffee, wash my face and all that morning routine, the time is still the same as when I got up. Today when I turned on the computer it was 7:02. Not too shabby. But I actually haven't purposely set my clock ahead, the minutes button is broken on this ancient beast, so I just set it to the closest hour and ended up a good 20-30 minutes fast. I don't mind.
What is really freaking me out about this meatless diet I'm on is the morning. I'm actually waking up thirsty and along with my usual cup of coffee, the first thing into my system is water and fruit. This is good! Anyone who knows me knows that breakfast is something I've struggled with all my life. I've always been a single meal per day type of gal. This past year I've been really focusing on incorporating breakfast into my life though. Intellectually, I know how important it is to my health. Physically, I've always been repulsed. Breakfast, quite simply, has always made me a little sick. I would have to be up and around and have consumed a pot of coffee before I could eat. This year I've been forcing the issue, force-feeding myself in the morning (when I remembered to do so), but this morning I woke up with such a thirst (drinking more water too, and the more I get, the more I seem to want) that before I even had coffee I bit into a plum. I ate a plum because I really really wanted one, and I loved every minute of it. This mightn't seem like much, but trust me, this is one huge freaking deal! BEFORE COFFEE! I ate breakfast, before having coffee. I don't know that this has ever happened before. I certainly don't remember a time. I can tell you are not as excited about this development as I am, but that's all right.
Election day in New Brunswick. I am apathetic but intend to exercise my right to vote anyway. Lots on tap for this foggy grey day. I've already got a load of clothes in the washer and another in the dryer. I am intent on doing something that I can cross off my list today. I won't tell you what just yet, but let you be tres surprised when I pull it off later.
I've been reading Bill Allin's blog religiously since first being introduced to it and him and his wife last week by chance. Everyday he writes something profound, something that seems to leap off the screen and slap me upside the head. "Treasure the people who acknowledge your strengths," he wrote yesterday. And it's so true. Everyone's always so worried about what everyone else thinks, so hard on themselves because of this constant worry of being judged. Meanwhile, the kind of people who will judge you simply aren't worth your energy. I like this.
And with that, I'm off! Much to do.
Mood: energized
Drinking: coffee with soy (soon to be replaced by a rice milk alternative as the experiment continues)
Listening To: My Head Sounds Like That, Peter Gabriel
Hair: prepping to go a shade lighter by nightfall
What is really freaking me out about this meatless diet I'm on is the morning. I'm actually waking up thirsty and along with my usual cup of coffee, the first thing into my system is water and fruit. This is good! Anyone who knows me knows that breakfast is something I've struggled with all my life. I've always been a single meal per day type of gal. This past year I've been really focusing on incorporating breakfast into my life though. Intellectually, I know how important it is to my health. Physically, I've always been repulsed. Breakfast, quite simply, has always made me a little sick. I would have to be up and around and have consumed a pot of coffee before I could eat. This year I've been forcing the issue, force-feeding myself in the morning (when I remembered to do so), but this morning I woke up with such a thirst (drinking more water too, and the more I get, the more I seem to want) that before I even had coffee I bit into a plum. I ate a plum because I really really wanted one, and I loved every minute of it. This mightn't seem like much, but trust me, this is one huge freaking deal! BEFORE COFFEE! I ate breakfast, before having coffee. I don't know that this has ever happened before. I certainly don't remember a time. I can tell you are not as excited about this development as I am, but that's all right.
Election day in New Brunswick. I am apathetic but intend to exercise my right to vote anyway. Lots on tap for this foggy grey day. I've already got a load of clothes in the washer and another in the dryer. I am intent on doing something that I can cross off my list today. I won't tell you what just yet, but let you be tres surprised when I pull it off later.
I've been reading Bill Allin's blog religiously since first being introduced to it and him and his wife last week by chance. Everyday he writes something profound, something that seems to leap off the screen and slap me upside the head. "Treasure the people who acknowledge your strengths," he wrote yesterday. And it's so true. Everyone's always so worried about what everyone else thinks, so hard on themselves because of this constant worry of being judged. Meanwhile, the kind of people who will judge you simply aren't worth your energy. I like this.
And with that, I'm off! Much to do.
Mood: energized
Drinking: coffee with soy (soon to be replaced by a rice milk alternative as the experiment continues)
Listening To: My Head Sounds Like That, Peter Gabriel
Hair: prepping to go a shade lighter by nightfall
Sunday, September 17, 2006
All These Things That I've Done
I think meat made me lethargic. Yes, the veggies initially made me weak. But when I eat breakfast and lunch and dinner and snacks. And when I eat the tofu and the nuts and make sure to get the protein. Well, I feel somewhat less foggy. More . . . I dunno, determined or something. Good on me!
Today I walked to Co-Op and purchased almost a hundred bucks of supplies, which we all know doesn't go that far, but hey it's more than I can carry. I mistakenly thought I would go today and leisurely make my way around a near empty store. Big mistake! I've never seen so many people in one place around here! There were more people shopping at Co-Op this afternoon than there were people at the Sam Roberts concert. Insanity! The aisles were truly clogged. I had a much more leisurely shop the other day when I was there. Who knew?
The exciting find of the day was the Fair Trade Organic bars in white, milk and dark chocolate. I got a white and dark to try. I also got all the supplies to make my infamous twice-baked-potatoe casserole for Wednesday night's literary pot luck. I suspect some meat will enter my system at that meal, it will be interesting to see what (if any) effect this has upon my body.
Very humid and hazy day going on. The air is thick with smoke from Ontario forest fires says my dad. I had thought the woods must be burning down somewhere when I was out walking earlier. The streets were blocked for the Terry Fox Run. I pity anyone running in this humidity. Good cause though. Sad to remember Terry's run.
Second time today I've come here intent on writing about something and then forgetting all about it once I arrived. Yes, this is me feeling less foggy! Imagine what I'm like normally. I need ginko or something.
Mood: crystal clear
Drinking: pre-dinner Greek red
Listening To: Disarm, Smashing Pumpkins
Hair: stringy
Today I walked to Co-Op and purchased almost a hundred bucks of supplies, which we all know doesn't go that far, but hey it's more than I can carry. I mistakenly thought I would go today and leisurely make my way around a near empty store. Big mistake! I've never seen so many people in one place around here! There were more people shopping at Co-Op this afternoon than there were people at the Sam Roberts concert. Insanity! The aisles were truly clogged. I had a much more leisurely shop the other day when I was there. Who knew?
The exciting find of the day was the Fair Trade Organic bars in white, milk and dark chocolate. I got a white and dark to try. I also got all the supplies to make my infamous twice-baked-potatoe casserole for Wednesday night's literary pot luck. I suspect some meat will enter my system at that meal, it will be interesting to see what (if any) effect this has upon my body.
Very humid and hazy day going on. The air is thick with smoke from Ontario forest fires says my dad. I had thought the woods must be burning down somewhere when I was out walking earlier. The streets were blocked for the Terry Fox Run. I pity anyone running in this humidity. Good cause though. Sad to remember Terry's run.
Second time today I've come here intent on writing about something and then forgetting all about it once I arrived. Yes, this is me feeling less foggy! Imagine what I'm like normally. I need ginko or something.
Mood: crystal clear
Drinking: pre-dinner Greek red
Listening To: Disarm, Smashing Pumpkins
Hair: stringy
Little Bit of Soul
Awake at 7:50 this morning. No alarm. Just rested, I guess. Considering my clock runs about 20 minutes fast, that makes it more like 7:30. There's nothing like Sunday morning! I do enjoy it. Accomplished many things yesterday in the way of slapping myself upside the head. The journey continues today. Feeling optimistic.
Watched Holiday Inn and Going My Way last night. A Bing Crosby double-bill. With Cornation Street having Christmas all week, is it any wonder I want snow? Cornation Street has been very festive, with everyone wearing their cracker crowns during dinner and playing games. Makes me want a game night. And turkey. Makes me want turkey in a big way! :-D
I came here intent on writing about something, but by the time I arrived I forgot what it was that I intended to say. Oh well. Big tv night with the premier of The Amazing Race. Looks like the pilot for Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip is airing on at least one channel tonight. Also Six Feet Under's final season continues on Showcase at 11. I'll be disappointed to see it finish. Anyway enough resting on my laurels, lots to do.
Mood: excellent
Drinking: folgers with soy
Listening To: When You Were Young, The Killers
Hair: prickly blonde bed head
Watched Holiday Inn and Going My Way last night. A Bing Crosby double-bill. With Cornation Street having Christmas all week, is it any wonder I want snow? Cornation Street has been very festive, with everyone wearing their cracker crowns during dinner and playing games. Makes me want a game night. And turkey. Makes me want turkey in a big way! :-D
I came here intent on writing about something, but by the time I arrived I forgot what it was that I intended to say. Oh well. Big tv night with the premier of The Amazing Race. Looks like the pilot for Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip is airing on at least one channel tonight. Also Six Feet Under's final season continues on Showcase at 11. I'll be disappointed to see it finish. Anyway enough resting on my laurels, lots to do.
Mood: excellent
Drinking: folgers with soy
Listening To: When You Were Young, The Killers
Hair: prickly blonde bed head
Saturday, September 16, 2006
A Star Without Me
Today is going to be a gorgeous day. HOT! Sunny! Blue skies! Who said summer was over? Anyway, knowing this, and knowing the general depressed kind of slump I've been in all week I decided today would be the perfect day to knock myself upside the head and force a snapping out of it. So I set my alarm for a reasonable wakening this morning of 8 am. I woke on my own at 4 minutes to 8, turned off the alarm (because really it's impossible to start a "happy" day with that blaring beep), then dozed until almost 9. Up, showered, no coffee, no computer, no food, and out the door, where it was already mighty humid.
I went to Mel's, grabbed the Telegraph Journal, immersed myself in The Reader over coffee and griddle cakes. Fabulous! Crossed the street to the bank, then the market where I bought a cake of natural homemade soap (apricot oatmeal). Into the bookstore for an Alistair MacLeod book (because I'm workshopping with him in November . . . FINALLY!) Then down the street to the natural food store where I got some coconut milk, homemade organic whole grain bread and some sort of culture stuff Stacy told me about that's supposed to flush all the bad toxins outta me (good to do a cleansing now when I'm on this vegetarian kick I think). Then home refreshed and lively to face my computer. I want to walk out to the liquor store for a bottle of red, but it'll have to wait until this evening methinks as it's mighty hot out there now.
Eastlink have set up a tower in the field to broadcast something Mounties, big game today I think, girls out on their front lawn spray painting banners, lots of activity around the field.
So I'm still doing the vegetarian thing, no meat. I gotta say it's a bit difficult to do, I've been feeling weak, sickly, a lot of the time. Achieving a good balance seems hard. I bought a tub of my favourite salad greens but it's organic, and it's got spinach in it, and it's from the USA, so I'm afraid to eat it, think I'll probably just toss to be safe. Been drinking lots of water this week, which is very good for me. Today I feel pretty good. To complete the experiment and cross it off my list, I need to eat vegetarian for another week, then I think I will want to ease back in some meat, but maybe I can find some free range chickens or something around here, something a little less toxic. Perhaps if I'm eating less meat, I can afford better quality. It's a theory anyway.
Mood: improving
Drinking: water
Listening To: Greedy Fly, Bush
Hair: thinned out by my own hand
I went to Mel's, grabbed the Telegraph Journal, immersed myself in The Reader over coffee and griddle cakes. Fabulous! Crossed the street to the bank, then the market where I bought a cake of natural homemade soap (apricot oatmeal). Into the bookstore for an Alistair MacLeod book (because I'm workshopping with him in November . . . FINALLY!) Then down the street to the natural food store where I got some coconut milk, homemade organic whole grain bread and some sort of culture stuff Stacy told me about that's supposed to flush all the bad toxins outta me (good to do a cleansing now when I'm on this vegetarian kick I think). Then home refreshed and lively to face my computer. I want to walk out to the liquor store for a bottle of red, but it'll have to wait until this evening methinks as it's mighty hot out there now.
Eastlink have set up a tower in the field to broadcast something Mounties, big game today I think, girls out on their front lawn spray painting banners, lots of activity around the field.
So I'm still doing the vegetarian thing, no meat. I gotta say it's a bit difficult to do, I've been feeling weak, sickly, a lot of the time. Achieving a good balance seems hard. I bought a tub of my favourite salad greens but it's organic, and it's got spinach in it, and it's from the USA, so I'm afraid to eat it, think I'll probably just toss to be safe. Been drinking lots of water this week, which is very good for me. Today I feel pretty good. To complete the experiment and cross it off my list, I need to eat vegetarian for another week, then I think I will want to ease back in some meat, but maybe I can find some free range chickens or something around here, something a little less toxic. Perhaps if I'm eating less meat, I can afford better quality. It's a theory anyway.
Mood: improving
Drinking: water
Listening To: Greedy Fly, Bush
Hair: thinned out by my own hand
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Cool Kids Never Have The Time
It's Christmas time on Cornation Street. Makes me want to have a Christmas where I can pop down the cobblestoned street to the pub for a pint. I miss having friends at Christmas. I miss the losers lonely hearts club. Sometimes. Other times, I know I'm better without them. I just wish something good would happen, you know.
Weird, I wrote that and this song came on.
Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
If I were honest I'd tell you everything
But it keeps coming out as lies
It's not a promise
In case you're wondering
It's not some blessing in disguise
But something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today
I know romance is not in fashion
And my heart is on the line
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time
Then something good just might come crashing
From the stars that light the sky
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time
Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today
Weird, huh? A sign? Perhaps. Anyway, my boy Lukas kicked some serious Rock Star ass and takes home the prize. As if there was ever any doubt. I was surprised to see Toby go third though. I thought he had improved and grown so much throughout the show, that he should've been second. Actually, I was a little concerned he had taken the whole deal, so I sighed a big sigh of relief when they gave him the boot. I knew there was no way Dilana could win it all, that would just be silly.
Tonight Survivor starts, but I haven't watched in years, so there you go. At least I won't be jumping on that show too. Now that Rock Star and BB7 are done, I've got to try and reign in this crazy tv kick I've been on this summer. Get back to basics. Not pick up any new programming. There is so much work to be done. So very much. And so many books to be read. The pile at the head of my book seems to grow every day, all books that I haven't read yet. Not enough hours in the day.
In other news, I'm writing fiction. Only a few words here and there, but yay me anyway!
Mood: weirded out
Drinking: water
Listening To: Something Good, Bic Runga
Hair: about to change for the season
Weird, I wrote that and this song came on.
Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
If I were honest I'd tell you everything
But it keeps coming out as lies
It's not a promise
In case you're wondering
It's not some blessing in disguise
But something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today
I know romance is not in fashion
And my heart is on the line
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time
Then something good just might come crashing
From the stars that light the sky
If you would be so kind
To help me kill some time
Just wanna know ya
Just wanna talk to ya
I wanna hear about your day
I'd never leave ya
Never be mean to ya
I'd always let you get your way
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good thing's gonna happen today
Something good will come our way
And maybe this good things gonna happen today
Weird, huh? A sign? Perhaps. Anyway, my boy Lukas kicked some serious Rock Star ass and takes home the prize. As if there was ever any doubt. I was surprised to see Toby go third though. I thought he had improved and grown so much throughout the show, that he should've been second. Actually, I was a little concerned he had taken the whole deal, so I sighed a big sigh of relief when they gave him the boot. I knew there was no way Dilana could win it all, that would just be silly.
Tonight Survivor starts, but I haven't watched in years, so there you go. At least I won't be jumping on that show too. Now that Rock Star and BB7 are done, I've got to try and reign in this crazy tv kick I've been on this summer. Get back to basics. Not pick up any new programming. There is so much work to be done. So very much. And so many books to be read. The pile at the head of my book seems to grow every day, all books that I haven't read yet. Not enough hours in the day.
In other news, I'm writing fiction. Only a few words here and there, but yay me anyway!
Mood: weirded out
Drinking: water
Listening To: Something Good, Bic Runga
Hair: about to change for the season
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Something New
Went to the Save-Easy yesterday and had a look around. Now is the time to stock up on peppers! I'm totally going to get a bunch and freeze them for stir-frys. The Save-Easy's "vegetarian" products selection is not very big, but it exists, which is good. I bought a litre of soy milk. There were many different flavours, but I just got plain, for coffee whitening etc. I poured some into a glass when I came home and tried it . . . it's NOT milk! That's for sure! A tad bit . . . chalky? But I've never been a big milk drinker anyway, so it won't matter. I could probably tolerate it on cereal. I had some in tea later and it was fine. Tomorrow when I go to the cafe for a meeting I'm going to try a soy latte or cappuccino to see how that goes.
I've been craving pizza, so I bought a vegetarian one and enjoyed it when I got home. Other than the usual veggies and nachos and an absence of meat, that was pretty much it. Oh, except for the ice cream. It's not real ice cream. It's some sort of tofu frozen chocolate pop. The texture is more like a pudding pop and it's got a hint of mint flavour, but surprisingly not at all hideous. I kinda like them. The bonus is they are only 30 calories each and a great balance of carbs and protein, 9 grams of one, 10 of the other, or something similar. And because of the protein, these little treats really fill you up.
Vegetarians don't actually give up dairy (vegans do) so my goal is not to go completely dairyless (because damn! I love cheese!) but to make more choices that include less dairy. For now, I'm just going to cut back on meat and try some different things (like tofu). I have to say that leaving the grocery store with the knowledge that no chickens had been chocked full of poison in order to live and die quickly so that I might have supper was a pretty good feeling. According to the Peta website by switching to a vegetarian diet, I can save more than 100 animals a year. But that's a very small factor in my reasoning behind this experiment, like I've said, I grew up in a hunting community. I'm all about the health benefits. And they do seem to be considerable.
Mood: pretty good
Drinking: coffee (with the last of the real cream)
Listening To: When You Were Young, The Killers
Hair: interesting
I've been craving pizza, so I bought a vegetarian one and enjoyed it when I got home. Other than the usual veggies and nachos and an absence of meat, that was pretty much it. Oh, except for the ice cream. It's not real ice cream. It's some sort of tofu frozen chocolate pop. The texture is more like a pudding pop and it's got a hint of mint flavour, but surprisingly not at all hideous. I kinda like them. The bonus is they are only 30 calories each and a great balance of carbs and protein, 9 grams of one, 10 of the other, or something similar. And because of the protein, these little treats really fill you up.
Vegetarians don't actually give up dairy (vegans do) so my goal is not to go completely dairyless (because damn! I love cheese!) but to make more choices that include less dairy. For now, I'm just going to cut back on meat and try some different things (like tofu). I have to say that leaving the grocery store with the knowledge that no chickens had been chocked full of poison in order to live and die quickly so that I might have supper was a pretty good feeling. According to the Peta website by switching to a vegetarian diet, I can save more than 100 animals a year. But that's a very small factor in my reasoning behind this experiment, like I've said, I grew up in a hunting community. I'm all about the health benefits. And they do seem to be considerable.
Mood: pretty good
Drinking: coffee (with the last of the real cream)
Listening To: When You Were Young, The Killers
Hair: interesting
Monday, September 11, 2006
All the World's A Stage
From the Community Calendar:
Might this be an opportunity for moi? A true community theatre? I wrote the Director and the answer is apparently yes.
Not this production. This fall is insane for me already, I can't imagine adding a play, but there will be other productions. Very, very interesting. I will go see this one staged at any rate.
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My dreams are off the hook again. The past two nights people showing up who I haven't thought about in years, let alone dreamed of. It's bizarre. And exhausting. And I need to check the moon.
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Five years later the day is the very same, skies so blue. Who knew that day would so fundamentally change a girl in small town New Brunswick not personally connected? That was the last straw for me, the boiling point. I went from being a news junkie journalist to . . . ? I'm not sure. Figuring it out, connecting the dots after that day has been a slow process.
Mood: reverent
Drinking: coffee with the last of the cream (i am going to buy a soy product and see how that goes)
Listening To: chain saws in the yard (am i losing more trees? gaining a fence?)
Hair: soon to be laundered and diffused with new dryer since my sister kidnapped the original
A new theatre company "The Performers' Company" has begun in Sackville, which is aimed at opening up opportunities for local people from Sackville and the Tantramar region to act and be involved in theatre. Auditions for the first production "In the Shadow of Death" will take place at 4:00pm , September 10th at Live Bait Theatre, 87 Main Street (entrance in Save Easy parking lot). This production requires actors of all ages and skill levels. Production crew is also needed. The production will take place at Convocation Hall, November 9 -11, as part of Remembrance Week Commemorations.
Might this be an opportunity for moi? A true community theatre? I wrote the Director and the answer is apparently yes.
Not this production. This fall is insane for me already, I can't imagine adding a play, but there will be other productions. Very, very interesting. I will go see this one staged at any rate.
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My dreams are off the hook again. The past two nights people showing up who I haven't thought about in years, let alone dreamed of. It's bizarre. And exhausting. And I need to check the moon.
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Five years later the day is the very same, skies so blue. Who knew that day would so fundamentally change a girl in small town New Brunswick not personally connected? That was the last straw for me, the boiling point. I went from being a news junkie journalist to . . . ? I'm not sure. Figuring it out, connecting the dots after that day has been a slow process.
Mood: reverent
Drinking: coffee with the last of the cream (i am going to buy a soy product and see how that goes)
Listening To: chain saws in the yard (am i losing more trees? gaining a fence?)
Hair: soon to be laundered and diffused with new dryer since my sister kidnapped the original
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Change
Hello Kel!
Your Quit Date is: Friday, May 10, 2002 at 12:30:00 PM
Time Smoke-Free: 1583 days, 23 hours, 21 minutes
Cigarettes NOT smoked: 39599
Lifetime Saved: 10 months, 2 days, 11 hours
Money Saved: $15,840.00
Congratulations!
WHO'S BETTER THAN YOU TODAY?
Nobody!
"Change your mind, change your life." It's one of those catch-phrases the self-help gurus use. Dr. Phil? Cheryl Richardson? I can't remember who I've borrowed this from in particular, perhaps it's universal, but the other day I used this phrase in a bit of writing and it's been hovering in my subconscious ever since, occasionally bobbing to the top to zing my conscious mind.
It's no secret I'm on a mission to make some pretty big life changes. I want health, wealth, wisdom, strength, peace of mind and all that good stuff. And I know I can do it, because I quit smoking over four years ago and if I could do that, make that kind of a lifestyle change, then dammit I can do anything! The only thing holding me back is . . . well . . . ME! I need to change my mind and my life will follow. That's what happened with smoking, that's what has been shown to work in my life.
Yes, I maintain a healthier lifestyle when I'm off living alone in Bagtown than I do when I return to the the river. I do much better in my regular life than when I pop back to visit the old one. I never eat out. I make healthier choices at the Supermarket. I walk everywhere I need to go. I climb stairs dozens of times on a daily basis. I get a little lost when I go to my parents. They never seem to have the food I'm used to eating. I spend more time in a car in transit than walking. There are no stairs to climb. I eat out nearly everyday. I drink more wine and other alcoholic beverages. My system gets screwed up. I get cranky. And I usually gain weight from terrible food choices combined with inactivity. It takes a week to get back to normal. The shorter the visit, the better it is for my body. But lately it's been all one week here, two weeks there. Banging me over the head with the knowledge that I need to figure out a better way of coping when I'm away from home. I need to make more effort to take better care of myself. I need to change my mind.
Ok, so there's been this floating around my brain for awhile and then there's been all the stuff with my brother-in-law's high cholesterol and my nieces' diabetes that's really been making me take a long hard look at what I'm putting into my mouth. Yes, I buy a lot of fresh produce. Yes, I do only whole grains. And usually if there is an organic alternative, I will choose it. I never buy pop. I actually drink water and herbal teas now. I never have french fries. I don't do the deep fried thing. I very rarely have any kind of sweets or junk food in the house. Nachos are pretty much my junk food and I'm not so sure they are truly junky because I'm in love with the whole grain tostitoes or else I buy the organic chips and salsa is pretty healthy stuff. These have been pretty big lifestyle changes for me, but I've successfully transitioned. I don't feel like I'm missing out or anything. If I want a chocolate bar, I'll go get one, but I very seldom want one. I get excited about salad and dressing and veggies and olives and sauces and different kinds of rice. This is who I am now.
Good for me! Right? Well yes, and no. I don't feel satisfied, I'm not done. I'm not there yet. There's more. I can do better.
Before going on a trip I avoid buying groceries. Because so much of what I eat is fresh, I don't want to have to toss a bunch of stuff before I leave or come back to rotting things, so I just stop shopping and start getting creative with things in my freezer and cupboards. This last trip was no exception. The only different thing is that usually I go shopping the first day back to restock. Not so this time. I've been home almost a week and haven't darkened the door of the grocery store. I've been eating stir-fry I had frozen, left-over from past dinners. I've been thawing half loafs of bread. I've been cooking chicken and pork and rice and frozen vegetables. The first couple of days I just thought I was lazy, tired from the computer trauma and trip, and I'd get some rest and then go shopping. But then as I walked past the store and didn't go in, I realised I had no intention of buying anything until my cupboard was truly bare. Why? What is this all about? I've been pondering it all weekend and I think I'm there, I've got it figured out.
It's meat. I'm doing everything right, except meat. Meat is like my dirty little secret, I don't want to think about all the crap in it, now in me. And lord knows I don't want to think about the animals alive and well. But having grown up in a hunting community it's actually easier to think about the animals alive and well (I grew up seeing deer carved into steaks using hand saws in the kitchen) than it is to think about all the hormones and poisonous crap that those animals are fed that I now eat. I'm putting terrible things into my body. And I'm starting to think about this and the effects of this on my health and it's really starting to bother me. So much so that I've been researching vegetarian and vegan. I have not been able to watch Peta's Meet Your Meat video yet, because I know that's the turning point for a lot of people. And I've still got chicken and burger and pork in the freezer. I'm flirting with the idea of vegetarianism. It is on my list as an experiment to try for one or two weeks.
Can I give up meat? Can I live without chicken wings and hamburgers and hot italian sausage? I really don't know. But I feel like I have to purge my kitchen, lose everything and begin fresh (just like the computer files, there's a co-relation there for sure) I have to try. I'm feeling very much toward meat like I felt toward cigarettes in the months leading up to my quit. I know it's terrible for me, it's poisonous, yet I still want it. But I gave up cigarettes. Maybe meat is an easier enemy. At least if I fail people won't be tisking me . . . everyone I know eats meat.
Mood: deep in thought
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: girl's soccer
Hair: unwashed
Your Quit Date is: Friday, May 10, 2002 at 12:30:00 PM
Time Smoke-Free: 1583 days, 23 hours, 21 minutes
Cigarettes NOT smoked: 39599
Lifetime Saved: 10 months, 2 days, 11 hours
Money Saved: $15,840.00
Congratulations!
WHO'S BETTER THAN YOU TODAY?
Nobody!
"Change your mind, change your life." It's one of those catch-phrases the self-help gurus use. Dr. Phil? Cheryl Richardson? I can't remember who I've borrowed this from in particular, perhaps it's universal, but the other day I used this phrase in a bit of writing and it's been hovering in my subconscious ever since, occasionally bobbing to the top to zing my conscious mind.
It's no secret I'm on a mission to make some pretty big life changes. I want health, wealth, wisdom, strength, peace of mind and all that good stuff. And I know I can do it, because I quit smoking over four years ago and if I could do that, make that kind of a lifestyle change, then dammit I can do anything! The only thing holding me back is . . . well . . . ME! I need to change my mind and my life will follow. That's what happened with smoking, that's what has been shown to work in my life.
Yes, I maintain a healthier lifestyle when I'm off living alone in Bagtown than I do when I return to the the river. I do much better in my regular life than when I pop back to visit the old one. I never eat out. I make healthier choices at the Supermarket. I walk everywhere I need to go. I climb stairs dozens of times on a daily basis. I get a little lost when I go to my parents. They never seem to have the food I'm used to eating. I spend more time in a car in transit than walking. There are no stairs to climb. I eat out nearly everyday. I drink more wine and other alcoholic beverages. My system gets screwed up. I get cranky. And I usually gain weight from terrible food choices combined with inactivity. It takes a week to get back to normal. The shorter the visit, the better it is for my body. But lately it's been all one week here, two weeks there. Banging me over the head with the knowledge that I need to figure out a better way of coping when I'm away from home. I need to make more effort to take better care of myself. I need to change my mind.
Ok, so there's been this floating around my brain for awhile and then there's been all the stuff with my brother-in-law's high cholesterol and my nieces' diabetes that's really been making me take a long hard look at what I'm putting into my mouth. Yes, I buy a lot of fresh produce. Yes, I do only whole grains. And usually if there is an organic alternative, I will choose it. I never buy pop. I actually drink water and herbal teas now. I never have french fries. I don't do the deep fried thing. I very rarely have any kind of sweets or junk food in the house. Nachos are pretty much my junk food and I'm not so sure they are truly junky because I'm in love with the whole grain tostitoes or else I buy the organic chips and salsa is pretty healthy stuff. These have been pretty big lifestyle changes for me, but I've successfully transitioned. I don't feel like I'm missing out or anything. If I want a chocolate bar, I'll go get one, but I very seldom want one. I get excited about salad and dressing and veggies and olives and sauces and different kinds of rice. This is who I am now.
Good for me! Right? Well yes, and no. I don't feel satisfied, I'm not done. I'm not there yet. There's more. I can do better.
Before going on a trip I avoid buying groceries. Because so much of what I eat is fresh, I don't want to have to toss a bunch of stuff before I leave or come back to rotting things, so I just stop shopping and start getting creative with things in my freezer and cupboards. This last trip was no exception. The only different thing is that usually I go shopping the first day back to restock. Not so this time. I've been home almost a week and haven't darkened the door of the grocery store. I've been eating stir-fry I had frozen, left-over from past dinners. I've been thawing half loafs of bread. I've been cooking chicken and pork and rice and frozen vegetables. The first couple of days I just thought I was lazy, tired from the computer trauma and trip, and I'd get some rest and then go shopping. But then as I walked past the store and didn't go in, I realised I had no intention of buying anything until my cupboard was truly bare. Why? What is this all about? I've been pondering it all weekend and I think I'm there, I've got it figured out.
It's meat. I'm doing everything right, except meat. Meat is like my dirty little secret, I don't want to think about all the crap in it, now in me. And lord knows I don't want to think about the animals alive and well. But having grown up in a hunting community it's actually easier to think about the animals alive and well (I grew up seeing deer carved into steaks using hand saws in the kitchen) than it is to think about all the hormones and poisonous crap that those animals are fed that I now eat. I'm putting terrible things into my body. And I'm starting to think about this and the effects of this on my health and it's really starting to bother me. So much so that I've been researching vegetarian and vegan. I have not been able to watch Peta's Meet Your Meat video yet, because I know that's the turning point for a lot of people. And I've still got chicken and burger and pork in the freezer. I'm flirting with the idea of vegetarianism. It is on my list as an experiment to try for one or two weeks.
Can I give up meat? Can I live without chicken wings and hamburgers and hot italian sausage? I really don't know. But I feel like I have to purge my kitchen, lose everything and begin fresh (just like the computer files, there's a co-relation there for sure) I have to try. I'm feeling very much toward meat like I felt toward cigarettes in the months leading up to my quit. I know it's terrible for me, it's poisonous, yet I still want it. But I gave up cigarettes. Maybe meat is an easier enemy. At least if I fail people won't be tisking me . . . everyone I know eats meat.
Mood: deep in thought
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: girl's soccer
Hair: unwashed
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Saturday Stuff
Wanted to get up early, go to the market, buy some soap and veggies, have breakfast at Mel's while reading the Globe & Mail. I was up by 9:30, but as usual got sidetracked. I suppose I could still catch the market, have a blt at Mel's while I read the Globe & Mail . . . but . . .
Later I want to walk out to Home Hardware and take a look at their cookware/bakeware. I seek a casserole dish in particular for an upcoming pot luck dinner I'm to attend. I've been eyeing up this set on Sears, but I'm not fond of white per say and I've no idea whether this is a deal or not. I suspect not, thus the fishing excursion to Home Hardware. I also want to pop by the Co-Op and Liquor Store while out that way. I thought I would time it so I'm around there when the Toys for Tots motorcycle ride is gearing up. Get to see some cool bikes maybe.
Later tonight Matt Minglewood is playing at the Civic Centre. Brings back memories, have seen him many, many times. Petunia is at Struts tonight too. I'll likely not take in any of these things. Got to prioritize, lots on my plate right now, no time for lollygagging round.
One thing I should do for sure today is vote in the advance poll. Saw most of the debate the other night. NDP leader needs some public speaking/image consulting. Lord's gotta go. Is Graham purposely trying to mimic Frank with his hand gestures? A bit off-putting, but I'll let it slide. He's kinda cute, saw him yesterday up close as he emerged from the Liberal bus in front of the library, while I struggled with two bags of necessities from Jean Coutu.
Mood: undetermined
Drinking: coffee, Folgers (yes, I know, but it was on sale and I am on a budget)
Listening To: Don't Walk Away Eileen, Sam Roberts (audio probs fixed! yay!)
Hair: trimmed, all by myself
Later I want to walk out to Home Hardware and take a look at their cookware/bakeware. I seek a casserole dish in particular for an upcoming pot luck dinner I'm to attend. I've been eyeing up this set on Sears, but I'm not fond of white per say and I've no idea whether this is a deal or not. I suspect not, thus the fishing excursion to Home Hardware. I also want to pop by the Co-Op and Liquor Store while out that way. I thought I would time it so I'm around there when the Toys for Tots motorcycle ride is gearing up. Get to see some cool bikes maybe.
Later tonight Matt Minglewood is playing at the Civic Centre. Brings back memories, have seen him many, many times. Petunia is at Struts tonight too. I'll likely not take in any of these things. Got to prioritize, lots on my plate right now, no time for lollygagging round.
One thing I should do for sure today is vote in the advance poll. Saw most of the debate the other night. NDP leader needs some public speaking/image consulting. Lord's gotta go. Is Graham purposely trying to mimic Frank with his hand gestures? A bit off-putting, but I'll let it slide. He's kinda cute, saw him yesterday up close as he emerged from the Liberal bus in front of the library, while I struggled with two bags of necessities from Jean Coutu.
Mood: undetermined
Drinking: coffee, Folgers (yes, I know, but it was on sale and I am on a budget)
Listening To: Don't Walk Away Eileen, Sam Roberts (audio probs fixed! yay!)
Hair: trimmed, all by myself
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Stimulation
So something happened during this whole computer fiasco and I no longer have the proper audio drivers installed. What does this mean? When talking on Skype I sound like I've had a sex change operation, very deep voice, the people I'm talking to sound like they swallowed helium balloons or are doing a pretty bad Alvin and the Chipmunks impersonation. Same thing with music. Same thing with movies. :-( Someone is supposedly looking into fixing it. So now, I don't even have my Pandora radio and I can't listen to Ryan Seacrest and I can't watch Housecalls. I don't have a stereo. I've always used my computer. So this kinda sucks big time.
I woke up with Lukas' Headspin playing in my brain. I was sorry to see Storm go instead of Dilana. I really liked Storm's original the other night and Toby's too. Toby will likely win this thing. This year is different than last season though. With INXS JD emerged pretty early on as the best guy for them, though I loved Marty and Mig. This time around there doesn't seem to be such a clear fit. The finale will be awesome!
All the Showcase at 10 (11pm our time) shows are starting up this week. Last night I caught most of Weeds with Mary Louise Parker. Love that show! The L Word premiers either tonight or next Thursday. Six Feet Under on Sunday night. Rescue Me on Tuesday. These are my staples for the fall season. Not sure what shows are replacing Queer as Folk (which ended) and Dead Like Me (which got cancelled). Last year I did really well and didn't get hooked on many of the network shows, so I could work until 11, watch an hour on Showcase and then crash. But so far I've already picked up with Fox's Vanished starring my fave QaF alum, Gale Harold. If you haven't seen an episode yet, check it out. This is one good looking cast! And I'm curious about Ray Liotta's new show, Smith. The show I'm really really really looking forward to though is NBC's Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip from West Wing creator, Aaron Sorkin. What a cast! Amanda Peet, Matthew Perry, Bradley Whitford, Steven Weber, D.L. Hughley and more. I'm also eagerly awaiting the new season of ABC's What About Brian?
The only thing about a new season is that you just get into a bunch of a new shows and the networks yank them or change up the schedule so you can't find them. Like what about Windfall? Is it gone? Done? Am I just missing it? So there you go, I'm a tv junkie.
Mood: sore
Drinking: coffee, the mega super cheap stuff (yeah, I'm talking Folgers) with cream
Listening To: birds peeping in this music-less world
Hair: neglected
I woke up with Lukas' Headspin playing in my brain. I was sorry to see Storm go instead of Dilana. I really liked Storm's original the other night and Toby's too. Toby will likely win this thing. This year is different than last season though. With INXS JD emerged pretty early on as the best guy for them, though I loved Marty and Mig. This time around there doesn't seem to be such a clear fit. The finale will be awesome!
All the Showcase at 10 (11pm our time) shows are starting up this week. Last night I caught most of Weeds with Mary Louise Parker. Love that show! The L Word premiers either tonight or next Thursday. Six Feet Under on Sunday night. Rescue Me on Tuesday. These are my staples for the fall season. Not sure what shows are replacing Queer as Folk (which ended) and Dead Like Me (which got cancelled). Last year I did really well and didn't get hooked on many of the network shows, so I could work until 11, watch an hour on Showcase and then crash. But so far I've already picked up with Fox's Vanished starring my fave QaF alum, Gale Harold. If you haven't seen an episode yet, check it out. This is one good looking cast! And I'm curious about Ray Liotta's new show, Smith. The show I'm really really really looking forward to though is NBC's Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip from West Wing creator, Aaron Sorkin. What a cast! Amanda Peet, Matthew Perry, Bradley Whitford, Steven Weber, D.L. Hughley and more. I'm also eagerly awaiting the new season of ABC's What About Brian?
The only thing about a new season is that you just get into a bunch of a new shows and the networks yank them or change up the schedule so you can't find them. Like what about Windfall? Is it gone? Done? Am I just missing it? So there you go, I'm a tv junkie.
Mood: sore
Drinking: coffee, the mega super cheap stuff (yeah, I'm talking Folgers) with cream
Listening To: birds peeping in this music-less world
Hair: neglected
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Noise
I've figured it out, well at least PART of it out. I know what's been going on with me this last while, why I've been out of sorts. I've been letting the world in too much. I'm disconnected from my core beliefs. I've been wearing too many hats, doing too much stuff. I need to regroup, focus, reconnect. I have to start taking some time to just be alone with my thoughts. No tv. No book. No computer. Just me, checking in on myself and making sure I'm okay for 15 minutes to a half hour everyday. Call it meditation. Call it prayer. I like to think of it as corrective self-talk, but whatever you call it, I know it helps me. I know it makes me stronger. I've clearly missed it, noticed its absence in my life.
I know some people will think I'm a little off but I seriously think my messed up vibe blew up my computer and destroyed my life's work. If you recall I was having some serious back pain just before the black screen of death descended. I was stressed. I had lost my faith in the universe. Feeling tremendous financial and business pressure. Then my computer died and it was one of the worst things that could ever happen to a writer an editor, a magazine, a newsletter . . . and yet directly behind my horrified shock was relief, a huge sigh of relief not to have all those emails and files hanging round my neck every morning when I woke up. And then my back pain began to disappear.
And I was forced back onto the river, submerged into loud chaos and held prisoner there until I thought I would explode from all the noise. Reminding me of how much I value my solitude. Showing me how I've allowed noise into my sanctuary by not setting boundaries and sticking to them. It's a good lesson. I needed this. Everyone I know is dreading the morning tomorrow and the new beginning it represents, but not me. I can't wait. Can't wait to get on the road back home. Can't wait to be alone with myself.
Mood: tired
Drinking: nothing
Listening To: Come Pick Me Up, Ryan Adams, Elizabethtown Soundtrack
Hair: soon to be chopped by my own hand
I know some people will think I'm a little off but I seriously think my messed up vibe blew up my computer and destroyed my life's work. If you recall I was having some serious back pain just before the black screen of death descended. I was stressed. I had lost my faith in the universe. Feeling tremendous financial and business pressure. Then my computer died and it was one of the worst things that could ever happen to a writer an editor, a magazine, a newsletter . . . and yet directly behind my horrified shock was relief, a huge sigh of relief not to have all those emails and files hanging round my neck every morning when I woke up. And then my back pain began to disappear.
And I was forced back onto the river, submerged into loud chaos and held prisoner there until I thought I would explode from all the noise. Reminding me of how much I value my solitude. Showing me how I've allowed noise into my sanctuary by not setting boundaries and sticking to them. It's a good lesson. I needed this. Everyone I know is dreading the morning tomorrow and the new beginning it represents, but not me. I can't wait. Can't wait to get on the road back home. Can't wait to be alone with myself.
Mood: tired
Drinking: nothing
Listening To: Come Pick Me Up, Ryan Adams, Elizabethtown Soundtrack
Hair: soon to be chopped by my own hand
Sunday, September 03, 2006
wanna go home
Being away from home so long really sucks. Living out of a suitcase for weeks at a time is challenging. Especially when you don't even get room service. My body rebels against the change in schedule. I feel bloated (am bloated big time) and sleepy and cranky and just generally out of sorts. I just feel like if I could get home and into my bathroom for a decent movement and into my bed for a real night's sleep and back at my desk for a hard day's work and into my kitchen for some of the usual food and back onto my schedule with my daily walk to the post office and some time to just be alone in peace with myself. If I can just get back to my marsh, back to my adorable little town, the sun will come out again and all will be right with the world. I'm feeling rather miserable right now. Only two more sleeps. Then at least a week to get back into sorts again. My legs and fingers and wrists and toes are aching so badly here. It's usual to have a transition into the fall season, but I'm hopeful it'll go easier if I can just get to the south again. In a week all will be well again. I'll be fit as a fiddle again. I can hold out that long.
In other news, on the computer front, I have been equipped with new to me hard drive with all the fixings, have handy dandy new automatic back-up system, am learning Outlook and getting organised and all backed up in the contacts/tasks/calendar part of my life (also making working from the road easier). No dvd drive :-( which means i'm a music-less person, but beggars can't be choosers and I'm thankful just to have anything to work on. Pandora is fabulous anyway. One day I will have a lapdog of my very own and dvd capability. It's on my list. Yes, I haven't forgotten my list. I can't wait to get home to high speed internet so i can listen to ryan seacrest and watch housecalls and all that fun stuff.
Mood: cranky
Drinking: nothing
Listening To: that damn clock chiming the hour
Hair: faded and dry and greying and too long and i don't even care anymore
In other news, on the computer front, I have been equipped with new to me hard drive with all the fixings, have handy dandy new automatic back-up system, am learning Outlook and getting organised and all backed up in the contacts/tasks/calendar part of my life (also making working from the road easier). No dvd drive :-( which means i'm a music-less person, but beggars can't be choosers and I'm thankful just to have anything to work on. Pandora is fabulous anyway. One day I will have a lapdog of my very own and dvd capability. It's on my list. Yes, I haven't forgotten my list. I can't wait to get home to high speed internet so i can listen to ryan seacrest and watch housecalls and all that fun stuff.
Mood: cranky
Drinking: nothing
Listening To: that damn clock chiming the hour
Hair: faded and dry and greying and too long and i don't even care anymore
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