I understand that we are in a very sensitive time now, - racially, sexually - where we are able to acknowledge and be better than we've been in the past. Personally, I've always just kind of thought people were people who should be judged on their merits and their behaviour, not on their skin colour, ethnicity, or gender - but what do I know?
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Monday, June 1, 2015
Finding me...
Have you ever wondered if there was one choice that you made that completely changed the course of your life? I'm not talking about the life altering decisions that clearly alter your path. I mean the little ones, the ones that seem to be of no consequence, beyond choosing what to eat for dinner, or which movie to go to on a particular night.
Is it possible, that every single tiny little detail that you choose means you go in a different direction. What if by choosing this movie instead of that one, you miss out on meeting someone who could have made an impact? What if by reading this book, you changed your perspective on a topic and had an argument with someone who could have been a valuable ally? There are so many things that could change just because of the little things.
Is it possible, that every single tiny little detail that you choose means you go in a different direction. What if by choosing this movie instead of that one, you miss out on meeting someone who could have made an impact? What if by reading this book, you changed your perspective on a topic and had an argument with someone who could have been a valuable ally? There are so many things that could change just because of the little things.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Yes or no? What do I know?
I've been following the referendum in Scotland with interest. Mainly because I do have aspirations of visiting eventually, and I want to know how the vote will affect that. But less self-servingly, I'm interested in history, and Scotland is part of mine, and has it's own interesting history.
I don't really have an opinion on whether or not "Better Together" is right, but I can understand how a country can be upset at their representation in government when they are an actual separate country, but not have their own government or even equal representation.
I don't really have an opinion on whether or not "Better Together" is right, but I can understand how a country can be upset at their representation in government when they are an actual separate country, but not have their own government or even equal representation.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Super fun and awesomeness
Meghan Trainor.
Excited to hear what the rest of her album will sound like. Because based on this - really looking forward to it.
Excited to hear what the rest of her album will sound like. Because based on this - really looking forward to it.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Divergent: The Movie and the concept of Girl Power
Saw Divergent this afternoon, as planned. Good movie, but of course, not as good as the book. I was pleasantly surprised by how much they actually left the same, but there were a few glaring differences that I don't really understand the purpose of changing. Perhaps if/when there's Insurgent and Allegiant the changes may make more sense. I will say that Theo James as Four is definitely a better choice than I originally thought. My mental image may have altered. Shailene Woodley isn't quite petite/tiny enough for the mental image I had of Tris, since there are comments throughout the book about her tininess, but it wouldn't have been as obvious if Christina (Zoe Kravitz) wasn't even smaller.
Overall, definitely pleased with the book to movie transition on this one.
Overall, definitely pleased with the book to movie transition on this one.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
What I would tell my 16 year old self....
People always talk about what they would tell their 16 year old self if they got the opportunity. I've never really known what I would say; there were too many options.
I had a conversation with a couple of high school friends last night, and it was mentioned what I was like in high school, and then on the way home I heard this song. And I know I've posted it before, but I think it perfectly says what I should tell my 16 year old self, if I ever got the chance. So I'm posting it again.
I had a conversation with a couple of high school friends last night, and it was mentioned what I was like in high school, and then on the way home I heard this song. And I know I've posted it before, but I think it perfectly says what I should tell my 16 year old self, if I ever got the chance. So I'm posting it again.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
purging
I've begun to purge things that I no longer feel like keeping. The problem in this, is that I also feel the need to look at it all, and then I get nostalgic and then I don't want to get rid of it anymore. I have to make myself realize that having a memory to go along with some piece of something doesn't mean that I have to forever keep that particular piece of something.
But most of what I keep isn't of any particular use or value to anyone but me, so I kind of feel like getting rid of it devalues it. And it's not got a whole lot of value to start with. So then I feel pity for the poor item of whatever it is, and it goes back into it's box, or bag or wherever it came from and goes back under the bed (or on the shelf, or whatever.)
Purging feels good though, once I convince myself that's it's time. So far, a huge stack of magazines have gone. Ones that once were adorable, or cute, but are now just trite and useless. And so, they sit in a garbage bag in the hallway. Too heavy for me to lift in their current form, so I'll have to rebag them.
I hit the boxes of baseball paraphernalia most recently though, and I'm having trouble. I don't want to get rid of any of it. I haven't seen any of it in so long, and a lot of it was stored out of the fear that I would never seen the old logo again. But it's mostly back. I really need to go through the box more objectively and realize that I just need to keep things that are particularly useful. Or important to me. Autographed things, or game used balls, or bats. Maybe by morning, I'll have gotten that through my head. That's my next step.
The goal is to make space for storage that I desperately need. And I will do it. I have plans, and I feel the urge to purge. And it rhymes, so it has to work, right?
But most of what I keep isn't of any particular use or value to anyone but me, so I kind of feel like getting rid of it devalues it. And it's not got a whole lot of value to start with. So then I feel pity for the poor item of whatever it is, and it goes back into it's box, or bag or wherever it came from and goes back under the bed (or on the shelf, or whatever.)
Purging feels good though, once I convince myself that's it's time. So far, a huge stack of magazines have gone. Ones that once were adorable, or cute, but are now just trite and useless. And so, they sit in a garbage bag in the hallway. Too heavy for me to lift in their current form, so I'll have to rebag them.
I hit the boxes of baseball paraphernalia most recently though, and I'm having trouble. I don't want to get rid of any of it. I haven't seen any of it in so long, and a lot of it was stored out of the fear that I would never seen the old logo again. But it's mostly back. I really need to go through the box more objectively and realize that I just need to keep things that are particularly useful. Or important to me. Autographed things, or game used balls, or bats. Maybe by morning, I'll have gotten that through my head. That's my next step.
The goal is to make space for storage that I desperately need. And I will do it. I have plans, and I feel the urge to purge. And it rhymes, so it has to work, right?
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in it's own way.
- opening line of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Interesting thought. Does it apply to individuals in the same way? Maybe what makes each person an individual is his or her own unhappiness and in our happiness we all become alike. Does it mean happiness is universal? Does that explain why depression is isolating, but people look to gather during the happiest moments?
- opening line of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Interesting thought. Does it apply to individuals in the same way? Maybe what makes each person an individual is his or her own unhappiness and in our happiness we all become alike. Does it mean happiness is universal? Does that explain why depression is isolating, but people look to gather during the happiest moments?
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Random Odds & Ends: A study of me
I'm shorter than average. Maybe petite.
I think I need to lose 20-40 pounds.
Maybe then I'll be petite.
I read. A LOT.
I sing to the radio in the car. (And at home. And ... )
I remember nearly every lyric to nearly every song I've ever known.
I like movies and TV. Even the cheesy stuff.
I'm an only child. But I wasn't really spoiled. There were just advantages to having no brothers/sisters.
I have some really good friends. Most of whom I don't actually see often enough.
I'm a homebody. It's easier to read that way.
I like to write. I had some talent at it in school, but I haven't practiced enough as an adult.
My inner critic/censor is far too outspoken.
I'd like to write a novel that gets published, but doubt that will ever happen. (see above.)
I talk back to the TV. And to DJs on the radio.
I talk to myself. And I answer.
I watch entertainment television, but mainly for the moments that prove celebrities are just regular people.
I'm not quick to jump on trends, but when I decide I like something, I'm loyal.
If I can't respect a person or their actions, I probably can't respect their art.
I'm almost 40.
I feel like that can't possibly be my age.
My favourite book is Gone With the Wind. The movie's good too, but only because of the book.
I'm blonde.
I'm partially bionic. Or ceramic, it depends on who you ask.
Sometimes I'm a bitch.
I'm not really a people person.
I work in customer service.
I don't dislike children, but I can only take them in small doses and small groups.
Babies are cute when you can give them back.
I'm partially Dutch. And I look it.
I'll never achieve most of my dreams.
Whatever. No, seriously... Whatever.
I'm Canadian. That means I'm unnecessarily polite to most strangers.
Unless you're stupid. Then I'll grumble about it under my breath which you hopefully won't hear.
I'm non-confrontational.
Unless I can send you an email when your customer service is crappy.
I've never punched anyone. But I've wanted to.
I've been depressed.
I'd never commit suicide. There are two reasons for that.
I'm very opinionated.
If you reason with me, I might change my mind.
I'm observational to the point of being shy.
My musical taste is eclectic and varied.
I like history. But not my own.
I have some self-image issues that I've never gotten over.
But I fake it, so most people can't tell.
I'm usually pretty smart.
Sometimes I play dumb.
I like the sun. But I burn really easily.
Choco-holic. That's me.
I don't really swim.
I love the stars, but I can't point out any constellations.
I have a tattoo. Most people will only ever see it accidentally.
I might not tell you what I'm actually thinking.
I don't like to make decisions unless I feel really strongly about one of the choices.
I'm probably a geek. Or a nerd. Or a dork. (What's the difference anyhow?)
Maybe I'm adorkable?
I like Star Trek.
I'm not opposed to Star Wars.
If I were Penny, I'd probably date Leonard in a second.
Most of the time, I don't really like my job. Not the work, the job.
I do like my coworkers. Most of the time.
I'm perpetually single. Mostly, I'm okay with that. Except when I think about the way, way future.
I like my independence.
I'd like a new career. Anybody know anyone?
I'm good at what I do.
I generally don't like to talk about myself, which makes interviewing difficult.
I like blue/black/purple. And yellow.
I like spring. And fall.
Thunderstorms are fun when I'm safe at home. Same with snowstorms but add a fireplace and a good book.
I figure skated as a kid, but I've only been on skates about twice since I quit taking lessons.
Knitting is one of my hobbies.
I have a cat.
The two things above put me on the road to being a crazy cat lady.
I love the scenery of Scotland and Ireland, but I've never been there.
I admire people who are brutally honest because I care too much what people think of me.
My handwriting sucks.
I wish I had to hand write things more often.
I talk to the computer as if it can listen to me and do what I tell it to do.
Spell check is making us all illiterate.
I h8 txt speak.
I believe that if we didn't sanitize everything people would have less allergies and illness.
I wish I was calmer.
My favourite food is chicken. Or pizza. Oh, who am I kidding? It's chocolate.
I'd like to take yoga more regularly.
I'd like to be good at it.
I wish my life was something other than mediocre.
I shouldn't complain; it might not be fabulous, but it's also not horrible.
I don't like roller coasters. Or heights.
I've only flown 8 times (4 trips.)
I enjoyed Las Vegas and want to go back.
I have many travel plans, but no money to enact them.
I don't like math, but I was good at it in school.
Seeing people I knew in high school makes me feel awkward, as if I need to be the person I was then.
I don't like the person I was then. I've changed.
I'm not a girly-girl.
I like getting my nails done.
I've been to Europe - Holland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France and England.
I really want to go back.
I've never been farther west in Canada than Ontario.
I've never been to the West Coast of the US. But I've been to every state on the East coast.
I used to be totally afraid of scary movies. But now I love them.
English, Scottish, Irish, Welsh and Australian accents are awesome.
There are some people who could read me the phone book and I would be happy just to hear them speak.
I like old movies, but it's a relatively new things, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
I'm bad at creating healthy habits for myself.
I like to wear skirts/dresses, but often feel uncomfortable in them.
Skorts were an awesome invention.
I have 8 holes pierced in my ears.
8 is my lucky number. So far it hasn't been that lucky.
I'm the only person in my extended family who still has naturally blonde hair as an adult.
I own my car and my condo. They're not much, but they're mine.
I like trying to fix/build things.
My biggest fear is dying alone.
I've never smoked a cigarette.
I have a BA and a college degree. Neither of them seems to do me much good.
I'm creative, but not very artistic.
Sometimes I stare at nothing. It freaks people out.
I like words. The bigger the better.
I'm good at spelling.
I don't know how to properly structure a sentence, I just know how to make them sound right.
I used to be a pop culture junkie.
I hope there's something great waiting for me. Sometime.
Compliments freak me out. I never know how to respond.
At work I regularly thank people for things that don't require thanking.
I have an addictive personality.
All of my grandparents (including one step-) have passed away.
Sometimes I envy people with big families. Most of the time I don't.
I almost always have a book with me.
I don't have a favourite flower. Should I?
I don't like salad, but I eat it because it's good for me.
It regularly confuses people that I work in an arena, but I don't like hockey.
I don't really get current politics, because it's not really about politics.
I almost always (one exception) think the book is better than the movie.
People who post nothing but inspirational quotes on Facebook are annoying.
Sometimes I get so attached to characters in a book, that I feel extremely sad when it's over.
I say I'm tired, but I'm usually just bored.
When I'm bored, it's probably because I'm too lazy to do anything.
I try my best to be good to the environment.
I need to drink more water.
I doubt anyone will actually read this.
I think I need to lose 20-40 pounds.
Maybe then I'll be petite.
I read. A LOT.
I sing to the radio in the car. (And at home. And ... )
I remember nearly every lyric to nearly every song I've ever known.
I like movies and TV. Even the cheesy stuff.
I'm an only child. But I wasn't really spoiled. There were just advantages to having no brothers/sisters.
I have some really good friends. Most of whom I don't actually see often enough.
I'm a homebody. It's easier to read that way.
I like to write. I had some talent at it in school, but I haven't practiced enough as an adult.
My inner critic/censor is far too outspoken.
I'd like to write a novel that gets published, but doubt that will ever happen. (see above.)
I talk back to the TV. And to DJs on the radio.
I talk to myself. And I answer.
I watch entertainment television, but mainly for the moments that prove celebrities are just regular people.
I'm not quick to jump on trends, but when I decide I like something, I'm loyal.
If I can't respect a person or their actions, I probably can't respect their art.
I'm almost 40.
I feel like that can't possibly be my age.
My favourite book is Gone With the Wind. The movie's good too, but only because of the book.
I'm blonde.
I'm partially bionic. Or ceramic, it depends on who you ask.
Sometimes I'm a bitch.
I'm not really a people person.
I work in customer service.
I don't dislike children, but I can only take them in small doses and small groups.
Babies are cute when you can give them back.
I'm partially Dutch. And I look it.
I'll never achieve most of my dreams.
Whatever. No, seriously... Whatever.
I'm Canadian. That means I'm unnecessarily polite to most strangers.
Unless you're stupid. Then I'll grumble about it under my breath which you hopefully won't hear.
I'm non-confrontational.
Unless I can send you an email when your customer service is crappy.
I've never punched anyone. But I've wanted to.
I've been depressed.
I'd never commit suicide. There are two reasons for that.
I'm very opinionated.
If you reason with me, I might change my mind.
I'm observational to the point of being shy.
My musical taste is eclectic and varied.
I like history. But not my own.
I have some self-image issues that I've never gotten over.
But I fake it, so most people can't tell.
I'm usually pretty smart.
Sometimes I play dumb.
I like the sun. But I burn really easily.
Choco-holic. That's me.
I don't really swim.
I love the stars, but I can't point out any constellations.
I have a tattoo. Most people will only ever see it accidentally.
I might not tell you what I'm actually thinking.
I don't like to make decisions unless I feel really strongly about one of the choices.
I'm probably a geek. Or a nerd. Or a dork. (What's the difference anyhow?)
Maybe I'm adorkable?
I like Star Trek.
I'm not opposed to Star Wars.
If I were Penny, I'd probably date Leonard in a second.
Most of the time, I don't really like my job. Not the work, the job.
I do like my coworkers. Most of the time.
I'm perpetually single. Mostly, I'm okay with that. Except when I think about the way, way future.
I like my independence.
I'd like a new career. Anybody know anyone?
I'm good at what I do.
I generally don't like to talk about myself, which makes interviewing difficult.
I like blue/black/purple. And yellow.
I like spring. And fall.
Thunderstorms are fun when I'm safe at home. Same with snowstorms but add a fireplace and a good book.
I figure skated as a kid, but I've only been on skates about twice since I quit taking lessons.
Knitting is one of my hobbies.
I have a cat.
The two things above put me on the road to being a crazy cat lady.
I love the scenery of Scotland and Ireland, but I've never been there.
I admire people who are brutally honest because I care too much what people think of me.
My handwriting sucks.
I wish I had to hand write things more often.
I talk to the computer as if it can listen to me and do what I tell it to do.
Spell check is making us all illiterate.
I h8 txt speak.
I believe that if we didn't sanitize everything people would have less allergies and illness.
I wish I was calmer.
My favourite food is chicken. Or pizza. Oh, who am I kidding? It's chocolate.
I'd like to take yoga more regularly.
I'd like to be good at it.
I wish my life was something other than mediocre.
I shouldn't complain; it might not be fabulous, but it's also not horrible.
I don't like roller coasters. Or heights.
I've only flown 8 times (4 trips.)
I enjoyed Las Vegas and want to go back.
I have many travel plans, but no money to enact them.
I don't like math, but I was good at it in school.
Seeing people I knew in high school makes me feel awkward, as if I need to be the person I was then.
I don't like the person I was then. I've changed.
I'm not a girly-girl.
I like getting my nails done.
I've been to Europe - Holland, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France and England.
I really want to go back.
I've never been farther west in Canada than Ontario.
I've never been to the West Coast of the US. But I've been to every state on the East coast.
I used to be totally afraid of scary movies. But now I love them.
English, Scottish, Irish, Welsh and Australian accents are awesome.
There are some people who could read me the phone book and I would be happy just to hear them speak.
I like old movies, but it's a relatively new things, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
I'm bad at creating healthy habits for myself.
I like to wear skirts/dresses, but often feel uncomfortable in them.
Skorts were an awesome invention.
I have 8 holes pierced in my ears.
8 is my lucky number. So far it hasn't been that lucky.
I'm the only person in my extended family who still has naturally blonde hair as an adult.
I own my car and my condo. They're not much, but they're mine.
I like trying to fix/build things.
My biggest fear is dying alone.
I've never smoked a cigarette.
I have a BA and a college degree. Neither of them seems to do me much good.
I'm creative, but not very artistic.
Sometimes I stare at nothing. It freaks people out.
I like words. The bigger the better.
I'm good at spelling.
I don't know how to properly structure a sentence, I just know how to make them sound right.
I used to be a pop culture junkie.
I hope there's something great waiting for me. Sometime.
Compliments freak me out. I never know how to respond.
At work I regularly thank people for things that don't require thanking.
I have an addictive personality.
All of my grandparents (including one step-) have passed away.
Sometimes I envy people with big families. Most of the time I don't.
I almost always have a book with me.
I don't have a favourite flower. Should I?
I don't like salad, but I eat it because it's good for me.
It regularly confuses people that I work in an arena, but I don't like hockey.
I don't really get current politics, because it's not really about politics.
I almost always (one exception) think the book is better than the movie.
People who post nothing but inspirational quotes on Facebook are annoying.
Sometimes I get so attached to characters in a book, that I feel extremely sad when it's over.
I say I'm tired, but I'm usually just bored.
When I'm bored, it's probably because I'm too lazy to do anything.
I try my best to be good to the environment.
I need to drink more water.
I doubt anyone will actually read this.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
tiniest of tiny updates
Home sick today. Wicked headache and throwing up feeling, so called in. Slept 'til noon, then watched tv and basically did nothing.
Work tomorrow. Blech.
New breadmaker to make bread on this weekend. Yey. Bad for carb intake, but happy because a favorite smell is that of bread baking.
Lots of book-reading to do. Also, tv to catch up on. Which are contra-indicative. It's hard to read while paying attention to tv, and actually understanding what's going on.
Nothing else exciting. Work is still work, life is still dull. Planning to cut off my hair once again. Tired of it always being on my shirt collars and getting all wavy and annoying from scarves and winter coats. Also, just tired of it. Hopefully next week that will be done.
And that's the update for today.
Work tomorrow. Blech.
New breadmaker to make bread on this weekend. Yey. Bad for carb intake, but happy because a favorite smell is that of bread baking.
Lots of book-reading to do. Also, tv to catch up on. Which are contra-indicative. It's hard to read while paying attention to tv, and actually understanding what's going on.
Nothing else exciting. Work is still work, life is still dull. Planning to cut off my hair once again. Tired of it always being on my shirt collars and getting all wavy and annoying from scarves and winter coats. Also, just tired of it. Hopefully next week that will be done.
And that's the update for today.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
There goes that resolution
So apparently blogging more often is a bad resolution - it's pretty much already broken.
Last weekend, I worked my last shift at my seasonal part-time job, and then Sunday went to spend the day with my favourite one-year-old on his birthday. He's sort of, kind of, like a nephew, since I'll never actually have any biological ones, and his mom has been my friend since we were in grade 2 (with a few minor breaks in the middle when she or I moved away from the other. She tried to give me her little brother - yes, literally, give him to me. I was halfway down the school hallway before her mom noticed!) during the first month that we knew each other, so somehow it was definitely going to be a lasting friendship.)
I spent this past week training a co-op student because my boss was out sick (the flu is crazy - crazy!! - this year), and working an additional half hour/night because we can't leave the co-op student alone yet, and then sleeping when I got home. Oh, and my Human Resources class started this week, so there was homework and reading in there too. Ridiculous.
I had to clean this weekend because I've been really, really slack on that, and I have the post-Christmas party for my seasonal part-time job tonight.
I did get to spend some fun-time on Friday night with a good friend and her sister-in-law, knitting (we're making infinity scarves) and drinking, chatting. That was lovely. And I'm addicted to another TV show (Sons of Anarchy, in case you're wondering) so there's that.
Beyond that, I don't think there's anything else to report.
There might be a post on the weight loss blog later (nope, no actual weight loss, just an observation that I might find time to make) but I don't have anything else to put up here for the moment.
Last weekend, I worked my last shift at my seasonal part-time job, and then Sunday went to spend the day with my favourite one-year-old on his birthday. He's sort of, kind of, like a nephew, since I'll never actually have any biological ones, and his mom has been my friend since we were in grade 2 (with a few minor breaks in the middle when she or I moved away from the other. She tried to give me her little brother - yes, literally, give him to me. I was halfway down the school hallway before her mom noticed!) during the first month that we knew each other, so somehow it was definitely going to be a lasting friendship.)
I spent this past week training a co-op student because my boss was out sick (the flu is crazy - crazy!! - this year), and working an additional half hour/night because we can't leave the co-op student alone yet, and then sleeping when I got home. Oh, and my Human Resources class started this week, so there was homework and reading in there too. Ridiculous.
I had to clean this weekend because I've been really, really slack on that, and I have the post-Christmas party for my seasonal part-time job tonight.
I did get to spend some fun-time on Friday night with a good friend and her sister-in-law, knitting (we're making infinity scarves) and drinking, chatting. That was lovely. And I'm addicted to another TV show (Sons of Anarchy, in case you're wondering) so there's that.
Beyond that, I don't think there's anything else to report.
There might be a post on the weight loss blog later (nope, no actual weight loss, just an observation that I might find time to make) but I don't have anything else to put up here for the moment.
Friday, October 26, 2012
And more than a month goes by....
I've thought about posting a lot in the last few weeks. I don't know why I haven't. My excuse is that I was keeping up with my fitness blog, on which I finally accomplished something, even if it's not actually what I was going for.
So, in the past two months - let's see what's happened.
I was maid of honour in a friend's wedding. And the pictures, all of the ones with me in them, are horrid. I do not photograph well. But I already knew that, so we move on. It was a beautiful ceremony and a great day over all. And then she and her new husband went off on a Mediteranean Cruise. Add to that, my aunt was also off on a Mediteranean cruise at the same time. And another friend went on a Disney Cruise. Talk about a week or so of complete and total envy.
Work ... sucks. But not because of the job, or because of anyone actually physically in the building. Politics are winning out. It's a miserable culture in that town right now, and we all feel fairly harassed by people who are supposed to be supporting us, and who give us the direction that they're trying to say isn't right. It's so difficult. Add that to the idea that I'm not particularly thrilled to still be there anymore anyway, and the week's just continue to get longer, and longer. And the week-ends are far too short.
I've gotten a seasonal position with Northern Reflections again this year. Not as desperate for the spare money this year, as I was last year, but if I can use it to buy Christmas gifts, that will be wonderful. And working for the same person this year, in the same place and she was lovely, so it should be a good deal.
Other than that... I don't think I've got anything to report. NaNoWriMo starts in a few days, so I'm hoping I can do that again this year, but I tend to have good intentions and then end up with nothing less than two weeks in. Maybe I can find some writing discipline this year. It's not like I don't have the ideas, I just have trouble making them become something cohesive on the page.
And my new mantra - though I'm still working on changing it - is: I'm not fat. I have fat. I was able to complete my goal of walking 365 miles. Finished it on Wednesday, in 298 days. That's pretty good. So I gave myself 4 days off, before I start a new routine on Monday. I need to give myself random goals though, in order to accomplish anything. I can't just have abstract things like "exercise every day." There has to be an end goal. Right now, I'm going for a month long plan. I need to make it through that plan. Beyond that, I'll have to figure out something else. But I'm not looking beyond it right now. Just like I didn't look beyond my 365 mile goal when I was working on that one. And I do feel more fit than I did before I started. And I have a bit of a workout ethic now, which is saying something. I haven't lost the weight I was hoping for, but at least if I'm healthier that's positive.
And I think I'm done rambling for now. Hopefully, I can keep up on this blog a little more now that I'm not blogging as often elsewhere.
So, in the past two months - let's see what's happened.
I was maid of honour in a friend's wedding. And the pictures, all of the ones with me in them, are horrid. I do not photograph well. But I already knew that, so we move on. It was a beautiful ceremony and a great day over all. And then she and her new husband went off on a Mediteranean Cruise. Add to that, my aunt was also off on a Mediteranean cruise at the same time. And another friend went on a Disney Cruise. Talk about a week or so of complete and total envy.
Work ... sucks. But not because of the job, or because of anyone actually physically in the building. Politics are winning out. It's a miserable culture in that town right now, and we all feel fairly harassed by people who are supposed to be supporting us, and who give us the direction that they're trying to say isn't right. It's so difficult. Add that to the idea that I'm not particularly thrilled to still be there anymore anyway, and the week's just continue to get longer, and longer. And the week-ends are far too short.
I've gotten a seasonal position with Northern Reflections again this year. Not as desperate for the spare money this year, as I was last year, but if I can use it to buy Christmas gifts, that will be wonderful. And working for the same person this year, in the same place and she was lovely, so it should be a good deal.
Other than that... I don't think I've got anything to report. NaNoWriMo starts in a few days, so I'm hoping I can do that again this year, but I tend to have good intentions and then end up with nothing less than two weeks in. Maybe I can find some writing discipline this year. It's not like I don't have the ideas, I just have trouble making them become something cohesive on the page.
And my new mantra - though I'm still working on changing it - is: I'm not fat. I have fat. I was able to complete my goal of walking 365 miles. Finished it on Wednesday, in 298 days. That's pretty good. So I gave myself 4 days off, before I start a new routine on Monday. I need to give myself random goals though, in order to accomplish anything. I can't just have abstract things like "exercise every day." There has to be an end goal. Right now, I'm going for a month long plan. I need to make it through that plan. Beyond that, I'll have to figure out something else. But I'm not looking beyond it right now. Just like I didn't look beyond my 365 mile goal when I was working on that one. And I do feel more fit than I did before I started. And I have a bit of a workout ethic now, which is saying something. I haven't lost the weight I was hoping for, but at least if I'm healthier that's positive.
And I think I'm done rambling for now. Hopefully, I can keep up on this blog a little more now that I'm not blogging as often elsewhere.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Trying to keep up with my life
There's not really a lot to keep up with - as in not a whole lot has happened - I just have trouble remembering to document anything that does happen.
Let's see.... since my last post, what's happened. *crickets*
That's what I thought.
My dad and I walked in the Father's Day Walk/Run for Prostate Cancer Canada. It was held, aptly, on Father's Day. My mom was supposed to walk as well, but after a health scare earlier in the week, we basically told her she wasn't allowed to and dad and I continued on without her, while she performed as photographer for us. Together, we all raised just over $1,400 and dad and I finished the walk in just under an hour, about 10 minutes faster than last year. We all say we're going to continue doing this particular 5k walk for as long as we are physically able. Which means, somewhere down the line, I will be walking alone...
I'm going to see Corey Hart perform live next weekend. To most, this would not be exciting. To me, it's a childhood dream. Corey Hart was my first ever celebrity crush. It began at the age of 8. And because I was so young, I have never had the opportunity to see him live. On my list of dream concerts, he's always been there, but toward the bottom of the list because he doesn't do music anymore. He retired from touring and making records to raise his children. Which I can totally respect. It's definitely a valid choice. It just made me sad that I would never have the opportunity. Until now. Apparently, some local(ish) DJ approached him to remix one of his songs, and Corey said yes. And it's now become a kind of Pride anthem, so he's performing as part of the Pride Festival. Which y'know, is a little odd, given that he's straight and all, but that's okay. I'm going to see Corey Hart live! And I don't have any issues with going to Pride to do it. I've been at Pride for much less of a reason than that before.
The next day, my friend and I are heading to Niagara Falls because she hasn't been in a very long time and would like to do a few of the touristy things. She's coming with me to the concert, so it's a perfect way to combine the two things. And we're both on vacation starting that week so it's perfect! It should be a good few days. So excited!!
In other updates:
I've begun going to a chiropractor, and I feel pretty good about it. I was having muscle issues in my right shoulder blade area and had been having recurring headaches that I could not get to go away. Since seeing the chiropractor I've had only one headache, and I think that it was caused by the adjustment and my body adjusting to the new position. Otherwise I've been doing really well. She's given me some exercises to do on my own as well, and those are also very helpful.
My weight loss goals are not going as well as I had hoped - I'm stuck at about 12 pounds lost - but I do feel healthier. I feel good about myself knowing that I'm being more active. And maybe my metabolism will at some point realize that I'm not going to stop walking and get itself in gear. There's no reason for it to be sluggish. I'm not starving to death, clearly.
I have a "face-to-face" for what could be a very interesting job opportunity on Wednesday. Part of me is freaking out because of the circumstances that make it interesting, and part of me is being very passive. Shrugging my shoulders and saying "Eh. Whatever happens, happens." It's a weird situation for me. I'm generally quite high-strung about prospective job stuff. I desperately want to find something new, and it's a very bad idea to let a prospective employer know that you want it desperately. So perhaps this will go better because I don't have that same feeling.
Some days I feel kind of like I'm drowning in the non-ness of my life. (Yes, I just made up that word.) I don't really do anything much, but I feel like I have no time to do anything, because I never get anything accomplished. It's a bit scarey. I'm hoping that maybe I can change my attitude a little if I change some of my current situations. I need to make changes, I think my psyche is scared that I'll end up somewhere worse than I am now. I'm too comfortable here. Even though I'm not really comfortable at all. But change is stressful, and worrisome, and who needs that? Every one does. I know. I just have to get myself comfortable with the idea of change, so that I'm a bit more willing to take a risk. And hopefully the right risk will present itself soon, while I've got myself in the right brain-place to take advantage of it.
Let's see.... since my last post, what's happened. *crickets*
That's what I thought.
My dad and I walked in the Father's Day Walk/Run for Prostate Cancer Canada. It was held, aptly, on Father's Day. My mom was supposed to walk as well, but after a health scare earlier in the week, we basically told her she wasn't allowed to and dad and I continued on without her, while she performed as photographer for us. Together, we all raised just over $1,400 and dad and I finished the walk in just under an hour, about 10 minutes faster than last year. We all say we're going to continue doing this particular 5k walk for as long as we are physically able. Which means, somewhere down the line, I will be walking alone...
I'm going to see Corey Hart perform live next weekend. To most, this would not be exciting. To me, it's a childhood dream. Corey Hart was my first ever celebrity crush. It began at the age of 8. And because I was so young, I have never had the opportunity to see him live. On my list of dream concerts, he's always been there, but toward the bottom of the list because he doesn't do music anymore. He retired from touring and making records to raise his children. Which I can totally respect. It's definitely a valid choice. It just made me sad that I would never have the opportunity. Until now. Apparently, some local(ish) DJ approached him to remix one of his songs, and Corey said yes. And it's now become a kind of Pride anthem, so he's performing as part of the Pride Festival. Which y'know, is a little odd, given that he's straight and all, but that's okay. I'm going to see Corey Hart live! And I don't have any issues with going to Pride to do it. I've been at Pride for much less of a reason than that before.
The next day, my friend and I are heading to Niagara Falls because she hasn't been in a very long time and would like to do a few of the touristy things. She's coming with me to the concert, so it's a perfect way to combine the two things. And we're both on vacation starting that week so it's perfect! It should be a good few days. So excited!!
In other updates:
I've begun going to a chiropractor, and I feel pretty good about it. I was having muscle issues in my right shoulder blade area and had been having recurring headaches that I could not get to go away. Since seeing the chiropractor I've had only one headache, and I think that it was caused by the adjustment and my body adjusting to the new position. Otherwise I've been doing really well. She's given me some exercises to do on my own as well, and those are also very helpful.
My weight loss goals are not going as well as I had hoped - I'm stuck at about 12 pounds lost - but I do feel healthier. I feel good about myself knowing that I'm being more active. And maybe my metabolism will at some point realize that I'm not going to stop walking and get itself in gear. There's no reason for it to be sluggish. I'm not starving to death, clearly.
I have a "face-to-face" for what could be a very interesting job opportunity on Wednesday. Part of me is freaking out because of the circumstances that make it interesting, and part of me is being very passive. Shrugging my shoulders and saying "Eh. Whatever happens, happens." It's a weird situation for me. I'm generally quite high-strung about prospective job stuff. I desperately want to find something new, and it's a very bad idea to let a prospective employer know that you want it desperately. So perhaps this will go better because I don't have that same feeling.
Some days I feel kind of like I'm drowning in the non-ness of my life. (Yes, I just made up that word.) I don't really do anything much, but I feel like I have no time to do anything, because I never get anything accomplished. It's a bit scarey. I'm hoping that maybe I can change my attitude a little if I change some of my current situations. I need to make changes, I think my psyche is scared that I'll end up somewhere worse than I am now. I'm too comfortable here. Even though I'm not really comfortable at all. But change is stressful, and worrisome, and who needs that? Every one does. I know. I just have to get myself comfortable with the idea of change, so that I'm a bit more willing to take a risk. And hopefully the right risk will present itself soon, while I've got myself in the right brain-place to take advantage of it.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Positive vibes please
Posting only for a completely self-serving reason: There's a job that I really want an interview for. As in really, really want an interview, because I really want the job. The posting closed today. So can anyone who might happen to be reading this please think about me getting an interview and ultimately that job? Please?!?
I appreciate any positive thoughts you can spare in my direction. From the progress the past few months, I can use all the help I can get.
I appreciate any positive thoughts you can spare in my direction. From the progress the past few months, I can use all the help I can get.
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