Just Call Me Canadian

SO. Today is July 1st which for Canadians is a big deal. Why may you ask? Because its the birthday of Canada, and we Canadians take that pretty seriously....shocking huh?

It's funny, because over the last couple weeks I've really been getting my Canadian on. I work for the military where we are all about being patriotic, and I've been emersing myself in Canadian culture (whether I planed it that way or not), and from all of this I have determined that there are four things that every Canadian does, whether they like it not, regardless of if we realize we do it or not.

1. We drink beer

Canadian beer is pretty awesome. Natural spring water right out of the Rockies, and lots of local Canadian breweries give us lots of options so there is always something for everyone. Its just something we do. Every Canadian at some point says flat out "I could go for a beer". Its what we do and damn it we do it well

2. We are EXTREMELY polite.

I was at COSTCO a week or so ago getting cheap gas and I decided to celebrate my cheap gas victory with a cheap hotdog. As I was at the concession putting mustard and relish (no ketchup) on my hotdog I put my dog down and sort shifted down the cart to get some napkins and noticed in doing so that my hotdog was sort of in the way of this other guy who was also dressing up his hotdog. SO I apologized saying "Oh I'm sorry!" and shifted my dog out of his way. To which this jerk off replied "YOU CANADIANS ARE SO FREAKING POLITE I DON'T GET IT. IT'S FINE! YOU'RE NOT IN THE WAY". I looked at the guy totally gob smacked and said "I'm sorry?".... He then looked at his buddy and continued to rant about how Canadians are so "fake" and "phony" because we apologize for everything. To which I responded "You're in Canada bitch, its just how we roll".

3. Watch Hockey

Yup every single one of us watches hockey. We definately don't all watch it religiously but if there is a big game on (Esp something like say Canada vs. USA) we are ALL ON THAT. OR during the Olypmics we all step up and we stand behind our team. More so than any other sport we all at some point watch Hockey, regardless if we like it or not. I know I sure don't really care for it much but when it really comes down to it we are behind our teams.

4.  Rip on Nickelback...but secretly love them

Yup its true. We all rip on them. We all make fun of Chad Kroger and his band of cheesie rockstars, but yet somehow their Canadian tour is selling out at every stop. Coincidence? I think not.

SO Today I invite you to emerse yourself in Canadian Culture. Drink a beer, listen to some Nickelback without shame (because its only cool on Canada Day) and be polite (it scares away the tourists apparently).

Here we go...again...

I'm going back to work tomorrow. Bleh. Real world sucks.

About a week and a bit ago I got a call from my old job asking what I was up to for the summer. I responded with "a whole lotta job hunting and trying to grow the eff up". They said "we might have a job for you but you can't talk about it and we can't give you a solid start date, you just have to wait it out but it would be worth it I promise you, right now we need an answer in or out?".

Well, while the whole "no solid start date" was a huge inconvenience to be sure, I really couldn't complain about not actually having to hunt for a job in what has been the absolute worst job market ever. I replied with a very quick and to the point "Eff yes I'm in".

So there was a week and a bit of "well am I working or not?" BS, all is now pretty much said and done and I go back to my old job tomorrow. Length of contract to be determined, but even if its only a couple months at least its money in the bank, and well its two month of job hunting while working. Which to me is brilliant, even if some of my coworkers tend to be a bit....erm.. you know what lets not even go there.

So tomorrow I start work. And it leaves me with two problems. What the hell should I wear? And what the hell will I take for lunch.

The dreaded work lunch. I hate packing a lunch. Mostly because I hate taking sandwiches to work. I really don't tend to eat cold food all that often. I prefer a warm lunch, or a lunch I don't have to make. I am the WORST offender of the whole "eff it I'll go out for lunch". Which really is the BIGGEST waste of money. I should really get off my ass and make my own lunch the night before. But previously I really never have. I go out or I take in one of those boxed microwave pastas which taste like cardboard and are really bad for you.

SO. Given that this summer for me will be ALL about the saving, I am making a pledge to NOT EAT OUT FOR LUNCH. I am going to attempt to make all my lunches. Or at least some part of them anyways. I can't say the whole boxed pastas won't happen, because they usually go on sale at the grocery store for a buck and you can't lose with that! But I am putting a stop to going out for lunch. Its expensive, and it takes up lots of uncesssary gas. There isn't anything within walking distance to go to. So not only does it take a toll on my wallet but also my gas tank and gas is way too damn expensive as it is.

SO that leads me to the problem of just what the hell do I take to work for lunch tomorrow? Bleh. I apparently need to go to the grocery store already. Eff.

ITS IN

Note down this time. 12:29 Pacific, I the EX Student, submitted her damn exam for a volunteer position with her skating association. It's been in the works for MONTHS. Its been one bloody road block after another, and I've had incredibly little support and extreme fustration. I've been in school while doing it, I've been pressured by my supervisor to get it done and get it in. AND NOW IT IS SO SUCK IT.

.....now I get to sick back and panic till its marked and I inevitably fail regardless.

lifes a bitch ain't it?

Screw you facebook

So. It's started again. All my friends are getting engaged and I'm still hopelessly single. So my whole freaking facebook page is a glow with "omg!!!!"'s and "That ring is amazing!!!"'s. And honestly while I'm happy my friends (who I have barely spoken to in years might I add) seem to be happy. I could give a shit less.

Now. I'm not really in the mood to give a shit that these girls are getting married. I'm not in the mood to whine about how I'm so damn single and looking for a partner in all the wrong places. I'm also in the mood to not have it rubbed in my face how these people are getting hitched and I'm not. How they are so much further along in their lives than I am. How they are more sucessful, and better at life than I am. Screw them, I don't care, but just like being gay or a christian. Do what you want, but don't you dare rub it in my face. These are all just reasons I doubt very much I'm going to my 10 year high school reunion.

I volun-told you so!

So. I'm a bad blogger. I know this. You know this. The fact I haven't posted in a couple weeks at least is proof of this. So let's just ignore the fact that I haven't been around in awhile and move ok. Cool? Cool.

The last few weeks have been kind of bonkers. The guy I was seeing decided to screw me over and dump me on my birthday. Asshole right? Ya total selfish asshole. Here's the killer though (that crafty bastard), he basically said its because I deserved someone who could comitt and it wasn't him, and that he needed to figure himself out because it was all his fault. And it was! He was the one that couldn't seem to be in the relationship even though it was his effing idea in the first place! And how do you argue with that logic? I mean part of me just believes he was being crafty and getting away with saying that crap to not feel bad, but even so! I can't really argue with much! I can't really be too bitter because while he wasted my time and energy, he effing admitted it! Can't be too bitter about someone who owns their mistakes!

SO ya that happened, and of course I was upset, but to be honest it was kind of awesome I got dumped on my b-day. I AM NOT CONDOINGING DUMPING SOMEONE ON THEIR BIRTHDAY, but for me it turned out that all that day people were around. All that week really. And there was drinking and eating and such to be done so I didn't have a whole lot of time to really think about the guy anyways. I did think about it (of course I'm female and human after all) but with people around constantly it really helped. We don't live in the same place and don't really have too many friends in common so that helped too. Did manage to go out the weekend of my birthday and get quite gooned and drunk text him on T's phone and got my friend SCB (nickname from working together with her....don't ask) to text him and call him an ass.

But ya! I had a birthday! And I turned another year older and had a huge whack of my really good friends out for drinks and was super surprised when so many showed up to go out, or at least sent warm wishes. This time of year is hard because most of my friends are either in exams or its fiscal year end for their jobs. I was also super surprised when some people didn't even make an effort to show up when I bend over backwards to do stuff for them. Which leads me to my new thing. Screw new years resolutions, I've decided to make a bunch of "Birth Year Resolutions"....but I shall leave those for another day.

So ya, got older, very exciting. Just got home from yet another skating competition. This was the last one of my season, and I'm still trying to get my freaking exam done to be promoted with my volunteering (I know! Sounds crazy to have to be a promoted volunteer right??) so ya it was a crazy skating competition (not that there is really any other kind of skating competition) but this particular one was really nutters.

If there is anything I've learned about skating and life in general is that there will always be people you aren't really on the same page as. At this particular skating competition there was one woman that I was particularly scared to work with, as she doesn't have much experience and has expressed desire to become more experienced at working with the marking system, but due to work constraints, isn't usually available for the entire competition, so until this weekend she had never seen set up/take down of a skating competition. Which also means that she's never really seen it get busy because she's never been asked to do the longer tasks at a skating competition because shes never really been around to. Well that all changed this weekend. She was expected to do everything, and as a result we found out how incompetent she is, and to boot how inconsiderate she is. While we all busted our asses, she was out having "breaks" or even better she'd just take off and not tell anyone where she was. Which is annoying because we were already short staffed, but to have a person that didn't know what they were doing, with no ambition to try harder, no desire to be part of the time and absolutely no consideration for others made it even more stressful/busy. People like that really chap my ass.

Anyways. I stayed busy for 4 days straight, and the hotel we stayed at was truly lovely. I'm big on keeping my identity to myself because of all the organizations I'm part of, or else I would totally promote the hell out of the place we stayed. It was just beautiful, and we were all in suites, so even though I had a "roommate" all we shared was the common TV room. I had my own room with bathroom, kitchenette and TV so I had the opportunity to shut my door for down time, which to me, after days as crazy as these was really important. I like to be social with everyone but after having days where I had to schedule my eating/drinking around skating events and the other people on my team so we all got to eat/pee, I don't have the energy to socialize.

All in all, I have had a pretty crazy couple of weeks (almost a month I guess). Emotional turmoil, turning another year older with absolutely not idea what to do in the future, no work plans, and school exams with skating exams and competitions and all this crazy shit going on, I'd say that some down time might be good.

Just task will be to get ready for my last final, and find a freaking job. Oi. And I thought running around a skating competition was difficult.

Reality Check and Ranting

So as I mentioned The Boy made a surprise visit to the island to take care of some family stuff and as an added bonus we were able to see each other. I gather he actually knew he was coming over long before he mentioned to me he was on the ferry, so I'm a tad annoyed he couldn't have given me more of a heads up.

So I saw him briefly last night and then this morning I had the joy of waking him up (I took coffee and muffins....my momma don't raise no fool) and he was a bit on the snippy side this morning after not having a great sleep, but I was determined to power through. I hadn't slept much either. And so after half an hour of attempting to get him out of bed I was mean and made him get up and shower. Mostly because he had asked the day before if we could connect with T and her daughter because he missed them too.

So we spent the whole day hanging out with them which was nice, but here's where my reality check came in. I'm painfully aware that The Boy and I are extremely undefined and that we lack the social norms of a couple. I have no idea what we're doing and the fact that we are never in the same place seems to make it all the more complicated.

There is so much I am constantly second guessing. He doesn't text me much and then things like calling are a bit sketchy. I have no idea what he wants, and the scary thing is I really have no idea what I want. I thought when we started to "associate" that I wanted a relationship, but now I'm thinking its not a good time. I'm still here and hes over there. I found myself thinking today "What's the point of all this again?".

He is a nice guy, but he is just that a guy. He does a lot of the things guys do that women wish they didn't. And while it may drive me crazy, I'm sure I do a lot of the things that women do that men wish they didn't. But at the same time, what's the point in being with someone when there isn't that mental connection? Sure erm physically things are great, and we were great friends to start so for the most part personality wise there aren't too many surprises, but now we have crossed over to this new place. And I'm panicked I've ruined it all by allowing this to happen. Which was really destined to happen because we found ourselves testing the boundaries of our friendship many times over over the past couple years.

I know I'm being a silly girl about this too, and I think that's another thing that just driving me nuts. I'm being a total girl about this. What's he doing? Why hasn't he called? What does he want? Where do we stand? ALL TOTAL GIRL QUESTIONS. All total girl OBSESSIONS.

Maybe I should be more receptive to just going with the flow?

The last couple times something with our arrangement really drove me up a tree, I just waited it out and eventually things got better. So maybe this is just another time where I need to blurt it all out in a rant to random strangers and keep it from The Boy (till I've calmed down and gotten some sleep) to broach the subject another time because if I do it now we will end up fighting and I could miss out on something great.

So ya here I rant. I'm a silly girl whose in a relationship they don't know how to deal with. Again. Awesome. I need to get back to worrying about myself because while he's gone I still have a life here. And I think its to the point where I need to focus on my life sperate from him until such time that we are together again. Or I can just spew out all this "feminist crap" and still obsess about everything.

Oi.

Hmmm quel surprise?

SO. As I have mentioned before I'm seeing this boy. And it's been going ok. We don't live in the same place and that's been a bit problematic ALSO he is probably the most social person I've ever known so he's never really free to "up and come over" between his work, school and social schedule (mostly its his school and work schedule but then he has other things like hockey and crap in the way).

So it's hard because I end up missing him a lot. I miss him and it sucks, but also I miss him because we never get to talk because our schedules are SOOO different.

Before we started seeing each other he had a knack of just showing up. Which was fine. I've known him a long time so we would just hang out and grab coffee. But now that we're seeing each other this is starting to become a bit of a problem.

Don't get me wrong. Him randomly visting is a great surprise. Him not giving me the heads up might just be the death of me. Ladies side with me on this one. If we don't have to shave/wax/put makeup on/wear cute underwear all the time, we generally don't. Well maybe the underwear thing and the makeup thing, but unless I'm wearing shorts or expect to have someone see my legs (and etc) I don't shave/wax. Cannot be bothered. Its winter, its cold and well I'm lazy. SO when The Boy calls, and he's two hours away and expecting to see me, I get sent into PANIC mode.

My face is a mess (thank you hormones) and my hair was a mess and most annoyingly I really needed to shave my legs. So off I went. Like a mad lady to take necessary precautions to not look like a cavewomen.

So while I think its awesome I get to see him for the first time in a month....I really wish I had had more time to feel like a female....cause does he really need to see me at my worst from the get go? I would prefer not.

Feelin Foolish....time to get my head out of my ASS!

OK so I know I haven't been the greatest poster child of commitment this year. I'm about to turn 26 and I'm pretty sure I have no idea where my life is going, and well, I'm not feeling overly excited about school. I feel like I'm missing motivation to be there. There are people that would kill to go to school, and yet I'm just exsisting there. I'm floating.

That being said, I have never been one to take anything sitting down, or slack off, until this year. And tonight I hit an absolute low point. I knew an assignment was due tonight. I had it done and ready to roll. Come time to hand it in an apparently I had ignored the parts actually due. I missed a big chunk of the assignment being due and I have NEVER had this happen before.

I have never not handed something in on time. I have never missed an exam, or had to write it at a later date. I have never called in sick to an exam. I DON'T DO THIS. I'm not late! I'm not someone who does these kinds of things and yet tonight I somehow handed in half an assignment because I wasn't paying enough attention to class and the syllabus to actually realize everything was due.

I felt so stupid! So irresponsible! How could this have happened? This isn't me?

Have I been too distracted and lazy lately? To really be paying attention to things like this? And if that is the case how pathetic is this? And shameful? I'm spending all this time in school hoping to get some sort of clue as to what to do with my life, and I'm pissing it away by not being dedicated?

So I'm very mad at myself. This assignment was worth 15% of my grade and in class the prof said it was either you get 15% or nothing, and seeing as I only did half I have no idea how this marking is going to go. I have emailed (had to rush after class) and asked about handing it in tomorrow and just taking a deduction in marks to hopefully be able to get my mark up...but this could potentially end up being a big hit in my mark.

While I'm really mostly pissed at myself for letting this semester get away from me...this might be the very mark-expensive kick in the ass I needed to get my shit together.

So happy hump day all! I'm officially over my semester "hump" and its time to get my shit together.

Hot Yoga a Go-Go

So, I recently decided that I wanted to maybe try another free skate test for figure skating, and I've been trying to attend regular skating sessions to see where I'm at and what I need to do to get back into shape. And well it hasn't been going great. My back injury is flaring up a little bit, I get bored easily of free skate and switch back to ice dance without really thinking about it, and while its still in my mind, I think the best thing I can do right now is just try to get back into shape.

I used to be active all the time. Skating lots, and going running and doing things like spin classes, but after my back going to hell, and my trip to England, and then death in the family, everything just got in the way. I know there is part of me that just keeps saying "That was all just an excuse you could have done other things to stay fit" but really? My heart wasn't in it and I needed the mental break of doing nothing if anything.

So lately, with skating in mind, I'm desperately trying to do anything and everything that can get me back into shape or at the very least keep me entertained. I'm trying to get back to the rock climbing gym (sans Asscountant it's actually a lot of fun) and I eventually want to get the guts together to go back to spin class. Today I tried Hot Yoga for the first time. Now I had done one yoga class previously through a rec centre and it was a bit of a wash. I didn't take it seriously and the class was for people who want "easy no fuss yoga".

I was having coffee with a friend a few weeks ago and he recommended I try hot yoga. I laughed at him and said forget it and we parted ways. He knows me, he got it. So flash forward to last week and my new "gotta get my ass in gear" kick, and I txt my friend and say, "I cave lets go"

So we made plans to go this morning, he recommended I come properly hydrated.

Well, I am back to report on my experiences. The hot yoga room was not as hot as expected, but don't get me wrong it was hot. Yoga, when not watered down for chicks who want to year Lulu Lemon pants to say they do yoga, is bloody hard! I for years have been told I'm a figure skater and we're just better at certain things, or we have highly movable joints etc, or all that other crap, BUT it didn't do much to prepare this particular out of shape figure skater for the fact that I was heaving and puffing through the class because apparently I have never learned to breath properly.

So yes, the class was hard, and I'm pretty sure I sweated every beverage I have ever consumed in my life out through my pores, and the drive home in soggy knickers was not something I ever care to repeat (ie take spare knickers to class to change into), it was definitely a challenge. And that was definitely what I needed. The visual may be a little harder to get over (lots of fat men trying to get in shape and you can smell them from the back of the room), but I've been feeling super laid back and energized all day. Getting stuff done around the house, gave me some motivation to do some school work, I don't even have the mindstate to argue with The Boy, after I picked a fight with him last night because it turns out everyone has been right about him being an ass (long story not getting into it...to yoga'ed out).

Now while my back injury is still flared from this mornings yoga session, I'm hoping more exercise and such will help calm it down, so it might be a couple weeks before I go back to yoga, but I think I'll be back again. And this time hopefully better hydrated.

Gold Star Moment

Have you ever had a moment, that although you are a supposed grown up, you feel like "damn, I really deserve a gold star for that". I had a moment last night.

Last night I went to my niece (who I've nicknamed Squirt) 's preschool silent auction dinner and dance, because T needed a date and I wasn't up to much so off we went. I drove, and T drank. A lot. And to make things short, she started to drunk text. And when I had the opportunity to lay into the Asscountant for being a total dipshit, I didn't. I kindly told him T was drunk and that if he wanted to contact her tomorrow would be best. I could have said anything to him scot free. I could have called him an ass, or said that he should be ashamed of himself for being so horrible to my niece (his niece technically too not that you'd ever know it because he's never around and never makes time) but I didn't. I had a moment where I thought "What's the point? What will it accomplish?"

I felt very grown up. And I felt like I definitely deserved a freaking gold star.

The Jack-Off Factor

So one of the things I haven't really fessed up to lately is that I've sort of been seeing someone. Now the relationship is starting off rocky and I've known him awhile so I sort of know its going to crash and burn before it really even starts, but part of me thinks that it's all good and it will all work out if I just stick with it. Regardless. Its new and its very very vague and well the guys a bit of an idiot, but he openly acknowledges that he is bad in relationships so I guess I can't be too hard on him. I'm not really going to get into it right now. But you need the background so that the rest of this post makes sense.

What I'm about to disclose was not my idea, but was T's idea that I should post because she found it rather amusing. So of course here goes.

Last weekend I spent the entire weekend at this guys house because we don't live in the same city (ya yet another issue we are already having problems with...). Sunday morning, after having been up pretty late Saturday night I had no desire to get out of bed before noon, but the guy I was staying with wanted to get up and get some groceries before the hockey game started. I was sitting in bed thinking "I could really go for a coffee and bagel" but thinking that it wasn't going to happen unless I either went to Tim's myself or brewed my own coffee, I rolled over and went back to bed. Boy had already left, and left his phone on the bedside table so I didn't have high expectations.

I hear the lock click, and the Boy returns and I think, "screw it I'm still not getting out of bed", when The Boy announces, "I'm a JACK-OFF". I'm still in bed. I'm not really too sure what he's talking about so I roll over and crawl out of bed and start to trek down the hall.

"I'm a jack-off!" he continues. I'm not really awake so I don't say much, but I'm sure my facial expressions said it all.

"We've slept together and I don't have any idea how you take your coffee!"

I'm sure my jaw dropped, and I had to stiffle a giggle, but I still haven't said much. He seems pretty irritated by this whole thing, and I'm finding it extremely entertaining.

He regales me of his tale to get coffee:

"So I went and got to groceries I needed and then I figured I would come back with coffee. I go into Starbucks and I wait in line, I get up to the till and it dawned on me I have no idea how you take your coffee!! Then I figured I knew you liked bagels so I might as well to go Timmy's. I get to Timmys and realize that not only do I not know what you take in your coffee, I also have no idea what kind of bagel you like or if you like it buttered or with cream cheese!"

By now he's ranting but he continues.

"So I'm a total asshole, because now I'm in a second line up with no idea what to get you and the saddest thing is that we went to tims just yesterday and you had a bagel and I apparently am such an asshole I didn't even pay attention to what you ate then!"

Now the rest of the conversation basically went along with him saying that he had to get a variety of bagels with a variety of toppings (which was good because I don't like the smell of cream cheese esp not on my bagel) and ice caps because he didn't want to get me a coffee I wouldn't drink (so kudos there) and it got to the point where there really wasn't much I could say or do because he was a bit irritated and he wanted to watch the game etc but still. VERY entertaining.

So ya I have known this guy a long time so I would hope that he would know how I take my coffee (he certainly does now anyways) but I appreciate that he totally admits when he's clueless. He tells it like he is, so I guess there is that.

Every guy has a jack-off factor. The Boy's just happens to be that he doesn't know my coffee preference. It's a start I suppose!

We all come crawling back

Ya I'm a terrible blogger. I only blog when it's convenient. I'm the equivalent of a three year old that only wants to play with his hampster when the cage is clean and the stars and moon are aligned in just such a way. Only I want to blog only when it suits me and not when I really should to get stuff off my chest and when I need to be cathartic....or make fun of people to random strangers instead of to the peoples faces.

So ya. It's been awhile since I've been here to stretch out my fingers and type something. Well actually it's not true. I've started a whack of posts but I never feel like anything is post worthy. I want to make statements and say things but I get halfway through a post and think "ugh why would I post this?" or "I have totally lost the point along the way" etc.

So ya, I know lots has happened since my last post, and well to be honest, I'm not interested in rehashing a lot of it. So I shall carry on from this point on. Not much has really changed, I'm still in school even though I'm not 100% sure why, and I'm still sucking the big one at finding a job! SO Good recap right?

Love. It really is all around.

In case you didn't already know, because of the millions of commericals, the facebook postings or multiple twitter tweet, or you know by looking at a calendar, its Valentine's Day. Or as one friend of mine put it "Singles Awareness Day".

Now, I'm single, so I know I'm supposed to be sad and lonely and depressed that no one is around to buy me roses, and that no one is showering me with love and affection, but here's the scoop. I'm not.

I have been planning for his Valentine's day for awhile now to be quite honest. I decided very early that even though I am super single, with no real prospects, that I wasn't going to let me get me down this February 14th. I decided that this would be the year I went all out because, just because I don't have a man and its been the year from absolute hell, that I wasn't going to go down with out a fight.

So, I got into it. Painted my finger nails pink with hearts, and my toes sparkly pink. I made sugar cookies and iced them with pink frosting and heart sprinkles (see above..they turned out super tasty might I add). I made goodie bag Valentine's Day treats with cards for all my friends, I even took the time to express post cookies to Fido before he left for Mexico. I wore pink today, and red shoes (really because I was looking for an excuse to finally wear them out) and wore pink make-up. The whole bit. Got together with T and a couple of her school friends and saw a sappy chick flick  movie, (The Vow....recommendation if you go to see the movie take tissue, and don't take your lover because I imagine it will make even prince charming look like a shmuck compared to Leo in the movie) and now I'm home after a long day of Valentine's enjoyment, and I'm spent. Feeling content and relaxed, the exact thing I think this day is supposed to encourage.

This whole experience made me realize a few things that I already knew, just had lost sight of. Love really is all around. I have great family and friends and don't need a man to fulfill my life. If I want roses? I can get them myself thank you very much. Would it be nice to have someone around to get them for me? Absolutely! Do I need it? Nope. I've got love on my side, because I love myself. So Cupid can suck it :P

Timing is everything.

So! I have been struggling this week. I know I've been super unmotivated this semester, but this week tool the cake. I have been sick, and I've been tired, and I've been trying to get everything together but its been really hard. That being said, after having a disasterous midterm last night, and being so freaking sick I decided enough was a enough and that desperate times called for desperate measures.When I was in Ireland last year I got a pretty nasty sinus infection. It was BAD. Sick, sniffly, sneezy and stuck on a bus with a bitch of a tour guide who failed to mention to me that there wouldn't ever be a good time for me to get some meds. However, being on vacation and being me, I was determined to make things work out. So I followed the whole idea of "When in Rome", except this time "When in Ireland". When in Ireland, you drink Guiness. Turns out the next day I was feeling MUCH better. Significantly better. I had heard that Guiness beer was said to have medicinal properties because of all the nutrients in it, and that night made me a believer.

So last night I drank Guiness, and this morning woke up feeling better than I had all week. Unfortuantely I took that as an excuse to lounge in bed all morning watching Project Runway Allstars. Unfortunately it was the exact time when the UPS man decided to come and I had to haul ass upstairs in my jammies, at 1:00 in the afternoon, looking like a total mess (my face is all chapped from four days of nose blowing), the curtains still drawn in my house.

And the UPS man had the AUDACITY to ask, "Did I wake you up?".

Well then. Timing is everything isn't it?

Sick-Ohhhh

I have been a bad blogger. I haven't really kept in touch with my blog, but in my humble defense, I've been busy, and with a skating exam due and midterms coming up, and nominations that need to be in soon. and now to top it all off I am sick. I have a cold. And its making me miserable.

I despise being sick. I feel all clogged up and soggy, and all I want is to get dried out. And none of the meds I bought seem to help me sleep so this bug is just annoying the bejesus out of me!!!!

I don't like being sick! I want to be healthy!! It's been two weeks of off and on sickness and now a  cold??!?!?!? BOB SAGET.

So I'm off to go ingest at least quadruple the recommended daily intake of Vitamin C, and a whack of fluids. When I return I will have many more amusing things to say other than "I'm the werido that's been watching my snot for colour change because I'm fearful of a sinus infection".

Now aren't you glad I'm stopping here?

Another Thursday Night...another upset.

Today my poor dog Roo had to go in for the all mighty snip. So this afternoon, instead of running around I stayed home and sat with him, and in doing so I managed to catch the early showing of this weeks Vampire Diaries.

Another Thursday, another day of being disappointed in the Vampire Diaries. Anyone starting to feel like its the Klaus and the Originals Diaries? It's been episode after episode of everyone trying to deal with their fallout and I think enough is enough. I know they have splashed in touches of "Damon and Elena" and "Caroline and Klaus" but for the love of god, this entire episode about the Originals and the Coffins, total snooze fest. Yet another filler episode that I fear they needed just to set up next week. Bleh.

But I will say, Grey's Anatomy tonight? Pure BRILLIANCE. Everything turned out just as it should and it made me fall in love with it all over again. Made me want to watch episode one all over again, and remember everything that we loved about Grey's in the first place.

So here is my hope. I hope to get my stuff together this week and finally crack down on my school stuff. I hope that I will find motivation somewhere to get everything I want to get done. This includes a whack of baking because Valentines Day is coming up, and I may be single with no hope, but damn it Valentines day this year will NOT BREAK ME.

That by the way is my next post....stay tuned!

I am the cookie queen...and I shall dance about skantily clad if I want to!

Have you ever sent a text and within a split second of sending it realize "Oh crap I don't think that's where I wanted it to go", but the damage is done and off it has gone so you just sit back and wait to see how that one plays out? Well, I had just that happen to me the other day. Since I got back from my impromptu trip to Vancouver to catch up with Fido, he has been ever so slightly more flirtatious than usual. Now granted, I knew he was trying to impress me with watching all the Canadian Figure Skating Championships and taking a keen interest in my figure skating chaos, as well as the fact he forked over his bed for me (and even washed the sheets might I add) and had a cold coke in the fridge for me when I showed up. But to be honest, he knew I dropped everything to come over when he asked so I just figured he was being nice. (Naive? Maybe but its Fido, we've never had a clear cut friendship. When we do hang out we've always been courteous to each other). Anyways so, I'm house sitting, and I'm in the sticks which should help more clearly explain the following text more clearly.

"The best thing about house sitting in the sticks? Walking around in my the house in my underwear and blasting music till all hours of the night. Dancing to Kelly Clarkson has never been less shameful. Juvenille? Yes. Enjoyable? Absolutely!!!"

I meant for that text to go to T. Thinking that she would know exactly what I meant, having not lived without her daughter or in her parents suite for the better part of 4 years, she too can appreciate the underwear late night music dancing. However, it didn't go to T, it went to Fido. Crap. Now it looks like I'm flirting back. And yes he had many an interesting text in response to that. That I squashed quite quickly (I'm a lady after all).

So yes, I'm feeling a bit of recoil from that mistake. Enter text whing-dinger number two:

"Waiting for the bus and some guy walks up wearing old ripped jeans, a black kappa sports hoodie, a backwards bluejays cap (with sticker still on it), rip off designer sunglasses, backpack and super pointy brown dress shoes...if this is what eligible men dress like today, I weep for my vagina...its going to be an awfully long dryspell".

Yup, sent that to Fido by accident because I am apparently the only person left on the planet that doesn't have a cellphone that tracks conversations, but where you have to send each text to individual people, and at the time I was on the bus and I wasn't texting carefully so now I have sent two very misleading and not so lady like texts to Fido over the last 3 days. Crap.

So I'm feeling like a bit of a tool about that, and thinking I'm sending some pretty mixed signals to Fido which probably isn't great but seeing as he is such a tool himself that he probably doesn't really care, nor will he take anything personally (fingers crossed).

So when I got told today that I am the Cookie Queen, I was definitely ok with taking the title. My sister has a friend who apparently is very baking inefficient. She apparently works with a lot of women who every week all take turns making fresh baked goods and bringing them into work to share. My sisters friend, who is super baking inadequate is too scared of what these women think to make anything herself. She is entirely too self concious, and while she has purchased all the ingredients and has some really great ideas on what to make, she still cannot bring herself to do it. So she asked my sister to take pity on her and bake her something she could pass off as her own. My sister simply replied that while yes she could bake, and she didn't mind doing it for her friend, that she was not the person she should be asking for a baking favour from. She basically said, that I am the Cookie Queen, and to really knock the snooty co-workers birkenstocks off, that basically she should worship at my altar to get me to bake them.

After feeling so inadequate at school and my personal life lately, I defiantly needed that compliment. And ya damn rights I'm going all out on these suckers! I have a reputation to uphold after all :)

Lets make a deal, K?

As anyone who stumbles around my blog knows, I'm pretty involved with my local skating community. I'm that person that goes to skating competitions and does a lot of the "behind the scenes" work so that the skaters come skate and leave with a medal. About a month before any skating competition, skaters submit their entry forms, and me and my team gets together, does all the paperwork and computer stuff and then we show up at the rink on day one of the skating competition and we don't leave till all the skaters have skated. Judges have sort of the same gig, they prepare by studying rules and regulations, come to the rink and judge and don't leave till all the skaters have skated.

We do all the grunt work, and the hosting club gets all the money from the skaters entry fees. So lets make a deal shall we? We will continue to do our hours upon hours of grunt work, organize the judges, get together a schedule for the competition, and show up and be there all weekend in the rink freezing our butts of for no money, YOU will feed us decent well rounded meals, and never dare tell us we "should be lucky you're getting fed at all".

That was the case this weekend. Hours of grunt work, hours at the skating competition, and we never once got a proper meal to eat. Everything was dismal. No meat option, no protein, sparse servings, and food was only left out for short periods of time, in which case it was usually cold and usually "past its peak".

"You should be lucky you're getting fed at all"

My response?

"You should feel lucky we showed up"....

Next time? Not going to happen...

The Filler Post

Ugh I've been so busy for the past week, and I've sat down a couple times to post, but every time I do, the posts get long and winded because so much is going on. I've been to Vancouver for a weekend long bitch session with Fido (him bitching not me...however it was all very informative), I've taken school tests, and I've worked tirelessly on skating competition stuff for the upcoming weekend, and yes I've been trying to pound through school stuff. Add in the fact that it snowed here, oh and in the middle of all this I got sick and you have a recipe for chaos.

So ya its been a bit nutters on my end of the computer screen, which is one of the reasons I started this blog, to show people how crazy my life can get, and to tell you all about the weird situations I somehow end up in, and of course complain about my life to an outlet that others can read and either sympathize, or say "ya ya I've got real problems barbie" to. Either way. I mean I may have been busy last week, but I also don't have a job so....ya I guess could have been a lot busier. Anyways.

So ya this past week has been so crazy that I've been struggling to sit down and post a blog. I would love to get into details about how I converted Fido from "Mr Hockey and Don't You Forget It" to "Mr Figure Skating Starts in 20 minutes so get up!!!"...or about how one should never go bra-less when sledding (damn nephews wouldn't wait for me the change....), I just can't seem to write the posts.

A really good measure of how busy I've been might be the fact that I didn't watch the newest episode of Vampire Diaries until today. Ya I waited  5 days to watch it. Will power? Not really, more like I had it on my computer and could have watched it but watching skating with Fido was more entertaining, sleeping took precedent, or sleeping for 13 hours at a time was more important (holy sh*t balls tylenol sinus nighttime kicked my ass).

But I did finally watch it, and my end opinion, is that last weeks episode of Vampire Diaries was much like this very post. A filler. We get caught up on whats going on, we check in on each character, stuff happens but it really means nothing till the next episode (or post) when everything is actually explained. And for that I'm really glad I didn't rush to watch it.  Living my life was waaay more important.

something in the koolaid