Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Friday's Mixed Events
I am mere minutes away from leaving the office (at noon) for the day. I and 3 other women friends are off on a weekend adventure up island. We did it last year and had a lot of fun.
However, the island is being hit with weird winter conditions, and shamefaced - we are not experiencing the usual spring verging on summer weather we normally would at the end of a March. All week we've been dealing with snow, hail, snow/rain, wind, and minute milliseconds of sun.
IF we make it to our destination we will have to get through this first:
here
I know many of you are laughing, and many of you just don't understand what I'm talking about. But this is major weather for Victoria, and to speak in plain English - it sucks!
Undaunted we are sallying forth.
Undaunted - I shall return.
Happy Friday!
However, the island is being hit with weird winter conditions, and shamefaced - we are not experiencing the usual spring verging on summer weather we normally would at the end of a March. All week we've been dealing with snow, hail, snow/rain, wind, and minute milliseconds of sun.
IF we make it to our destination we will have to get through this first:
here
I know many of you are laughing, and many of you just don't understand what I'm talking about. But this is major weather for Victoria, and to speak in plain English - it sucks!
Undaunted we are sallying forth.
Undaunted - I shall return.
Happy Friday!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Lord ..... bless my husband
He tries hard, and I love him for it. Even as I walk away shaking my head.
It was my birthday on Sunday, and we went to the theater on Saturday night - which I had to arrange. Hubby ate something that disagreed with him and caused him to be sick in the night. His attempts to 'clean' the sheets resulted in waking me, at which I suggested we just put on fresh linen's. That was fine, and we put the dirty sheets in the hall to be washed (hopefully) in the morning.
I went off to church, and left hubby in bed sleeping.
I came home and thankfully hubby was dressed as we had been invited out for lunch with friends. Their invite.
The sheets were still in a pile on the floor.
We came home from lunch and hubby presented me with my birthday card and gift. Keep in mind my husband is neither a planner, nor is he spontaneous. He spent an hour pestering me on Saturday as to what I wanted for my birthday. Admittedly I could come up with nothing. "Things" are not what I want from him, but 'things' are what he feels he needs to get. That said I began looking into the package that was my birthday gift. He was very proud to announce that he'd went with a 'theme' this year, and all the 'things' in the gift bag were thematic of 'sleep' (something I can never get enough of).
On top of the parcel was ..... a granny moo-moo night gown ..... the stunned expression on my face told my husband right away something was not right. I tried to hide it, but I was completely disarmed by this little token. And I blurted out before I knew it "do YOU like this?"
Dear heart thought it would bring comfort to me. My only thought was - this is what his mother would wear (no offense mom, but our tastes are very different).
I continued on into the package. I brought out bubble bath (yay!), body spray for nighttime relaxing, shower gel for nighttime relaxing, pillow and room spray for nighttime relaxing. and finally a box containing matching cups and saucers for expresso. Which confused me thoroughly, until he explained they for for the coffee in the morning after my nighttime relaxing sleep.
I bravely spritzed on a bit of the body spray for nighttime relaxing, and although the smell wasn't repellent it carried an odor that was familiar yet allusive.
I thanked him for my presents, but explained that I could not / would not be wearing the night moo-moo. I would return it and find something a little to mine (and hopefully his) liking. I asked him if he'd like to come with me and help me find something, but he said no.
I kinda of gave him some hints surrounding a hidden cake, and possibly some flowers, but to no avail. He explained that while I was returning my gift I could go buy my own birthday carrot cake because I would have the car and he wasn't going to go with me. Which I did.
So my birthday consisted of:
Tickets to live theater - which I bought and organized
Dirty sheets in the hall way - which stayed there all afternoon until I put in the wash
A lunch out - which friends bought
A moo-moo night shift - which I returned
Smelly stuff - which had yet undecided undertones
Carrot cake Birthday cake -which I had to purchase
A bouquet of tulips - which I had to purchase
A major melt down later that evening - all by myself
A bath with new bath bubbles - drawn by the husband, but he wasn't sure why I was upset.
Some of you might think the story ends, but no, it continues.
On Monday I thought I'd spritz a little of nighttime ode of the unknown, and asked a trustworthy co-worker what she thought.
She named the essence right off - public washroom room spray / urinal cake.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Lord .... bless my husband.
It was my birthday on Sunday, and we went to the theater on Saturday night - which I had to arrange. Hubby ate something that disagreed with him and caused him to be sick in the night. His attempts to 'clean' the sheets resulted in waking me, at which I suggested we just put on fresh linen's. That was fine, and we put the dirty sheets in the hall to be washed (hopefully) in the morning.
I went off to church, and left hubby in bed sleeping.
I came home and thankfully hubby was dressed as we had been invited out for lunch with friends. Their invite.
The sheets were still in a pile on the floor.
We came home from lunch and hubby presented me with my birthday card and gift. Keep in mind my husband is neither a planner, nor is he spontaneous. He spent an hour pestering me on Saturday as to what I wanted for my birthday. Admittedly I could come up with nothing. "Things" are not what I want from him, but 'things' are what he feels he needs to get. That said I began looking into the package that was my birthday gift. He was very proud to announce that he'd went with a 'theme' this year, and all the 'things' in the gift bag were thematic of 'sleep' (something I can never get enough of).
On top of the parcel was ..... a granny moo-moo night gown ..... the stunned expression on my face told my husband right away something was not right. I tried to hide it, but I was completely disarmed by this little token. And I blurted out before I knew it "do YOU like this?"
Dear heart thought it would bring comfort to me. My only thought was - this is what his mother would wear (no offense mom, but our tastes are very different).
I continued on into the package. I brought out bubble bath (yay!), body spray for nighttime relaxing, shower gel for nighttime relaxing, pillow and room spray for nighttime relaxing. and finally a box containing matching cups and saucers for expresso. Which confused me thoroughly, until he explained they for for the coffee in the morning after my nighttime relaxing sleep.
I bravely spritzed on a bit of the body spray for nighttime relaxing, and although the smell wasn't repellent it carried an odor that was familiar yet allusive.
I thanked him for my presents, but explained that I could not / would not be wearing the night moo-moo. I would return it and find something a little to mine (and hopefully his) liking. I asked him if he'd like to come with me and help me find something, but he said no.
I kinda of gave him some hints surrounding a hidden cake, and possibly some flowers, but to no avail. He explained that while I was returning my gift I could go buy my own birthday carrot cake because I would have the car and he wasn't going to go with me. Which I did.
So my birthday consisted of:
Tickets to live theater - which I bought and organized
Dirty sheets in the hall way - which stayed there all afternoon until I put in the wash
A lunch out - which friends bought
A moo-moo night shift - which I returned
Smelly stuff - which had yet undecided undertones
Carrot cake Birthday cake -which I had to purchase
A bouquet of tulips - which I had to purchase
A major melt down later that evening - all by myself
A bath with new bath bubbles - drawn by the husband, but he wasn't sure why I was upset.
Some of you might think the story ends, but no, it continues.
On Monday I thought I'd spritz a little of nighttime ode of the unknown, and asked a trustworthy co-worker what she thought.
She named the essence right off - public washroom room spray / urinal cake.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Lord .... bless my husband.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Trying to overcome
It's only 9:38am, and already I'm super grumpy. And I do mean Super Grumpy. Every little thing is ticking me off. Every little noise. Every phone call. Every sip of my coffee (or slurps from others). Everything!
Do they not realize the supreme importance that I bring into their work day worlds each day?
So .... in an effort to lift my spirits I am including a video link that should bring a smile, if not a chuckle to your lips.
Chad and his adventures bring me much joy. I hope you can open it, and will make the time to sit and enjoy Chad's vignettes. I came across it a couple of years ago, and just rediscovered it again last night. Today seemed the right time to share it with the world. Ok, maybe not the world, but you my one or two loyal viewers. Thanks mom!
Do they not realize the supreme importance that I bring into their work day worlds each day?
So .... in an effort to lift my spirits I am including a video link that should bring a smile, if not a chuckle to your lips.
Chad and his adventures bring me much joy. I hope you can open it, and will make the time to sit and enjoy Chad's vignettes. I came across it a couple of years ago, and just rediscovered it again last night. Today seemed the right time to share it with the world. Ok, maybe not the world, but you my one or two loyal viewers. Thanks mom!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Slow start, Big spender
Saturday is off to a slow start. Another sleepless night, brains full of nothing much, but constantly running off at the inner head voice. How does it take up so much space. I ended up sleeping on the couch from 7am until the phone rang at 10. I refuse to get up on a Saturday morning until at least 8, unless I have too. Good thing the phone range!!
I think I'll be starting my day with a shopping spree at C0stc0 and maybe over to Additionelle for some new clothes. Hubby has gallantly offered to accompany me, but I'm not sure this is a good idea. He's NOT a shopper, but I wouldn't turn him down if he insisted on coming with me. I do enjoy his company.
Then this evening we're off to the Theatre. I've very excited. And evening out!!! An evening at the Theatre! A date night!!! Whoooowhooo!!!
I'll tell you all about it later.
I'm off to go SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I'll be starting my day with a shopping spree at C0stc0 and maybe over to Additionelle for some new clothes. Hubby has gallantly offered to accompany me, but I'm not sure this is a good idea. He's NOT a shopper, but I wouldn't turn him down if he insisted on coming with me. I do enjoy his company.
Then this evening we're off to the Theatre. I've very excited. And evening out!!! An evening at the Theatre! A date night!!! Whoooowhooo!!!
I'll tell you all about it later.
I'm off to go SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Techno-Speak - NO!!
I married a very smart man! And NOT just because he married me.
He is a graduated with his Masters in Computer Science. (Remind me some day to retell the story of my Thesis widow days). He works in the technology sector, and is very good at what he does. However, when people ask me what he does, I'm hard pressed to explain. Mostly because I don't understand it myself.
When people meet the hubby they generally comment on what a 'quiet' man he is. And in truth he is very quiet. He's not prone to letting everyone know he's entered a room. He's not one for large gatherings. He's not one to be verbose in any way.
But let me tell you - this is NOT the man I experience at home. At home I can barely get a word in edgewise. He sings. He sighs. He talks (to no one in particular) in strange voices. Normally I'd be scared, but I know this IS his way of making up for being a 'quiet' man. Often I have to remind him to use his "inside head voice".
I love him for all his qualities, and although I might wish to modify some behaviours, for the most part - I wouldn't change him.
That being said - recently he has taken to telling me all about his work. Which is an important aspect of marriage - communication. But here I find my ability to focus and give him ALL my attention a very difficult task. I've come to learn that technology (computers specifically), has a language of its own. A very confusing, big worded, unusual expressions kind of verbology all its own.
I do not understand one-wit of what he says 99% of the time.
The hubby can go on for upwards of thirty minutes in his language with barely a word or grunt of acknowledgment from. I have yet to learn when the appropriate time to nod an affirmation, his dialect is so strong. My brain begins to hurt from listening to his argot of idioms that I can hardly sit it. And any attempt to leave the room, is thwarted by him following me to continue the litany of his day.
What am I going to do? I want to be an appreciative listener.
I rarely to never speak of my own work. I just don't feel that he'd be interested, more apt he would get frustrated (not with me) at the antics of my co-workers and daily experiences. He knows my 9-5 surroundings to well. It is a community he's lived in. I, on the other hand, know his workday community not at all, and feel very separate from it. (and kinda sorta want to keep it that way.)
I'm going to have to bite the bullet and explain my lack of 'understanding'. I will not tell him that I have lost consciousness during some of his communicating with me. That would just hurt him. But I can't go on like this. I keep hoping its a faze, but it just keeps getting more intense.
If nothing else, what his talking tells me is that he is actually very happy in his job, and this is very important to me and to him. At his work he has people that know and understand what he does, because they do it too!
++++++++++++++
I should have written about "Mr. Floaty" the mascot for Victoria's "People Opposed to Outfall Pollution" (P.O.O.P.) . Maybe next time.
Happy Friday people!!! It's my birthday weekend, I'm sure I'll have loads to share.
He is a graduated with his Masters in Computer Science. (Remind me some day to retell the story of my Thesis widow days). He works in the technology sector, and is very good at what he does. However, when people ask me what he does, I'm hard pressed to explain. Mostly because I don't understand it myself.
When people meet the hubby they generally comment on what a 'quiet' man he is. And in truth he is very quiet. He's not prone to letting everyone know he's entered a room. He's not one for large gatherings. He's not one to be verbose in any way.
But let me tell you - this is NOT the man I experience at home. At home I can barely get a word in edgewise. He sings. He sighs. He talks (to no one in particular) in strange voices. Normally I'd be scared, but I know this IS his way of making up for being a 'quiet' man. Often I have to remind him to use his "inside head voice".
I love him for all his qualities, and although I might wish to modify some behaviours, for the most part - I wouldn't change him.
That being said - recently he has taken to telling me all about his work. Which is an important aspect of marriage - communication. But here I find my ability to focus and give him ALL my attention a very difficult task. I've come to learn that technology (computers specifically), has a language of its own. A very confusing, big worded, unusual expressions kind of verbology all its own.
I do not understand one-wit of what he says 99% of the time.
The hubby can go on for upwards of thirty minutes in his language with barely a word or grunt of acknowledgment from. I have yet to learn when the appropriate time to nod an affirmation, his dialect is so strong. My brain begins to hurt from listening to his argot of idioms that I can hardly sit it. And any attempt to leave the room, is thwarted by him following me to continue the litany of his day.
What am I going to do? I want to be an appreciative listener.
I rarely to never speak of my own work. I just don't feel that he'd be interested, more apt he would get frustrated (not with me) at the antics of my co-workers and daily experiences. He knows my 9-5 surroundings to well. It is a community he's lived in. I, on the other hand, know his workday community not at all, and feel very separate from it. (and kinda sorta want to keep it that way.)
I'm going to have to bite the bullet and explain my lack of 'understanding'. I will not tell him that I have lost consciousness during some of his communicating with me. That would just hurt him. But I can't go on like this. I keep hoping its a faze, but it just keeps getting more intense.
If nothing else, what his talking tells me is that he is actually very happy in his job, and this is very important to me and to him. At his work he has people that know and understand what he does, because they do it too!
++++++++++++++
I should have written about "Mr. Floaty" the mascot for Victoria's "People Opposed to Outfall Pollution" (P.O.O.P.) . Maybe next time.
Happy Friday people!!! It's my birthday weekend, I'm sure I'll have loads to share.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Seriously!!! The worst commercial I've ever seen
Entry #2 in one day!!!
This is seriously THE worst commercial I have ever seen seen.
Who agrees with me?
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People are asking if this is for real, and the news is "Yes". This is for real. They have their own Youtube Channel to prove it.
The woman is priceless isn't she. Could she be more comfortable in front of the camera???
This is seriously THE worst commercial I have ever seen seen.
Who agrees with me?
Worlds Best Video Production Company - Watch more free videos
People are asking if this is for real, and the news is "Yes". This is for real. They have their own Youtube Channel to prove it.
The woman is priceless isn't she. Could she be more comfortable in front of the camera???
Copy Cat Meme
Violet did it, so I thought I'd 'borrow' her idea.
Feel free to play along.
Feel free to play along.
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Mugwhump!
- You would have to dig through four thousand kilometres of Mugwhump to reach the earth's core.
- Mugwhump was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants!
- Pound for pound, hamburgers cost more than Mugwhump!
- Ninety-six percent of all candles sold are purchased by Mugwhump!
- Mugwhump will become gaseous if her temperature rises above -42°C.
- Mugwhump is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary.
- Mugwhump can drink over 25 gallons of water at a time!
- It can take Mugwhump several days to move just through one tree!
- All swans in England belong to Mugwhump!
- The porpoise is second to Mugwhump as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
All day yesterday I stared out the window and waiting for something to blog .....
Well actually I don't have a window anywhere near my desk so that would be a small fib. I did have many random thoughts with the best of intentions. Alas, nothing came to pass as an actual blog entry. And BAM! here we are at Saturday at early afternoon.
You know you're tired when .... you don't wake up until 11:45 Saturday morning. I don't know what went on this week, but both hubby and I were exhausted by the time we got to Friday night. To be fair - I have been reading a really good book and have been hard pressed to put it down at night. That said, we definitely caught up on any lost sleep this morning.
Which reminds me - - - don't forget to change your clocks tonight! It's Day Light Savings time - the time change that I hate the most. This particular time change screws me up for days. Losing an hour of sleep is a major draw back, and I spend another week of trying to adjust. Sucks!
On an up swing - next weekend is my birthday. I'mtrying to talk making my husband take me to the Theatre. Just up island we have Chemainus Dinner Theatre. A very small theatre, but always well done. The play of choice at this time is a Noel Coward played called "Hay Fever" The English countryside. Spring 1925. You are cordially invited to our home for tea on the terrace, punting on the river ... and pandemonium in the drawing room. We are the Bliss family: Bohemian, modern and absolutely potty. We’ve invited some “normal” people down for the weekend, so don’t miss the hilarious results of our unconventional hospitality. Full of witty one-liners, Hay Fever promises.
Sounds like fun, eh!
Earlier I referred to a book that I'm thoroughly enjoying. That book is "The Other Boleyn Girl", by Phillipa Gregory. The movie of it is coming out shortly, and I'd really like to see it too. This is a fictitious take on real events - the story of Henry the 8th 2nd wife - Anne and her sister Mary. A very interesting glimpse of a unique time in history. King Henry the 8th was a spoiled little man - book or no book. He single handedly changed the Church in England to be under his power - all because he wanted to get a divorce. He manipulated God's word to suit his situation! Oh my Gosh!!!
I have, however, finally memorized the little rhyme that goes along with all of his wives. "Divorced .... beheaded .... died ... divorced ... beheaded ... survived.". Up until this point I always thought he'd had more than two wives beheaded. And my heart goes out to poor Queen Katherine of Aragon. She was his first wife, and the only woman of true royal blood. Oh, I could go one...
Read the book!! You'll really enjoy it!
Well, for someone who had nothing to say today I really managed to pull it together!
Have a most excellent weekend!!!
Well actually I don't have a window anywhere near my desk so that would be a small fib. I did have many random thoughts with the best of intentions. Alas, nothing came to pass as an actual blog entry. And BAM! here we are at Saturday at early afternoon.
You know you're tired when .... you don't wake up until 11:45 Saturday morning. I don't know what went on this week, but both hubby and I were exhausted by the time we got to Friday night. To be fair - I have been reading a really good book and have been hard pressed to put it down at night. That said, we definitely caught up on any lost sleep this morning.
Which reminds me - - - don't forget to change your clocks tonight! It's Day Light Savings time - the time change that I hate the most. This particular time change screws me up for days. Losing an hour of sleep is a major draw back, and I spend another week of trying to adjust. Sucks!
On an up swing - next weekend is my birthday. I'm
Sounds like fun, eh!
Earlier I referred to a book that I'm thoroughly enjoying. That book is "The Other Boleyn Girl", by Phillipa Gregory. The movie of it is coming out shortly, and I'd really like to see it too. This is a fictitious take on real events - the story of Henry the 8th 2nd wife - Anne and her sister Mary. A very interesting glimpse of a unique time in history. King Henry the 8th was a spoiled little man - book or no book. He single handedly changed the Church in England to be under his power - all because he wanted to get a divorce. He manipulated God's word to suit his situation! Oh my Gosh!!!
I have, however, finally memorized the little rhyme that goes along with all of his wives. "Divorced .... beheaded .... died ... divorced ... beheaded ... survived.". Up until this point I always thought he'd had more than two wives beheaded. And my heart goes out to poor Queen Katherine of Aragon. She was his first wife, and the only woman of true royal blood. Oh, I could go one...
Read the book!! You'll really enjoy it!
Well, for someone who had nothing to say today I really managed to pull it together!
Have a most excellent weekend!!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Bloggity Blog Blog Blog
Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.
Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.
Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Back tracking, kinda sorta! But not really
I'd like to think that I a fairly nice person. I like to think that I'm honest, a person of integrity, and generally liked.
I also like to think that I'm fairly anonymous here on the internet.
But lets be honest here - if its 'public' and on the web -just about anyone can find you if they wanted to.
So after my last entry - a rather scathing rant (for me at least), I had little fear as I hit "Publish Post". That is until there was an "anonymous" comment left, and I began to question my usually sensible (and sensitive) judgment. The comment left me with a "I know who you and and were you live" feeling. I was momentarily stunned, I thought that "he" had found my blog and read that particular entry. And I felt embarrassed. This rant did not show my 'nice' side. But after reading the comment more thoroughly I realized it was written by a past co-worker, and 'she' knew of whom I spoke. I was relieved.
I did think about it often over the weekend. My rant - for which I will not delete - was written in the moment and truthfully from my heart. There are no promises that you will get along well with everyone you meet in this life. Maybe I shouldn't have written about it. Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean (I admit I was a little mean). Maybe I should have just stuffed down my feeling and signed up for Anger Management classes. But I also reasoned that this is my blog and as long as I am not breaking any laws, then I can write what I'd like.
I sometimes forget how small this world is. I always forget who might just drop by. And I must always be ready to give an answer for anything I chose to write.
So is this a post going nowhere, or what? Round and round she goes, and where she stops nobody knows.
I also like to think that I'm fairly anonymous here on the internet.
But lets be honest here - if its 'public' and on the web -just about anyone can find you if they wanted to.
So after my last entry - a rather scathing rant (for me at least), I had little fear as I hit "Publish Post". That is until there was an "anonymous" comment left, and I began to question my usually sensible (and sensitive) judgment. The comment left me with a "I know who you and and were you live" feeling. I was momentarily stunned, I thought that "he" had found my blog and read that particular entry. And I felt embarrassed. This rant did not show my 'nice' side. But after reading the comment more thoroughly I realized it was written by a past co-worker, and 'she' knew of whom I spoke. I was relieved.
I did think about it often over the weekend. My rant - for which I will not delete - was written in the moment and truthfully from my heart. There are no promises that you will get along well with everyone you meet in this life. Maybe I shouldn't have written about it. Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean (I admit I was a little mean). Maybe I should have just stuffed down my feeling and signed up for Anger Management classes. But I also reasoned that this is my blog and as long as I am not breaking any laws, then I can write what I'd like.
I sometimes forget how small this world is. I always forget who might just drop by. And I must always be ready to give an answer for anything I chose to write.
So is this a post going nowhere, or what? Round and round she goes, and where she stops nobody knows.
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