August 4th, 2011
|12:00 pm - Rule...broken|
I don't 'do' chick flicks. As a rule. But I'm loving Emma Stone, and something about this one had me interested.
Crazy Stupid Love made me crazy stupid happy. Maybe because I'm currently in a state of happy. New job + trust + new guy + sunshine + bills paid = happy. Not that the new guy is paying my bills. Though wouldn't that be an interesting test of my 'capable woman' pose?
And the movie was incredibly quotable:
"The war between the sexes is over. We won the second women started doing pole dancing for exercise."
August 26th, 2009
|01:00 pm - Separation Anxiety|
This weekend I’m picking up a new (to me) car. And though I’m excited for heated seats and power locks, I’m sad to be leaving my (somewhat) trusty/rusty sidekick. Stella and I have been together since Remembrance Day, 2000. My longest chosen relationship, really. I buy her oil and gas and brakes, and she safely takes me to Grande Prairie and back, and to Grande Prairie and back, and to Calgary and back, and to Grande Prairie and back. Yes, we know Highway 43 exceedingly well.
I know that her driver’s lock is broken from the robbery in the Zellers parking lot on my way to see Karissa’s new baby. I know the recline lever is missing from my seat because Dad wanted to ‘check out the new car’. I know the rough groove my thumb has left on the bottom of the steering wheel from 9 years of roadtrips.
Saturday will be the beginning of a new era – an as-of-yet nameless responsible 4-door collection of metal and grease. And goodbye to my spunky little red 2-door friend.
July 31st, 2009
|12:16 pm - Dad's a softie|
Gas is gas is gas is gas, right?
I've always believed what Dad told me - vehicles run better on Esso gasoline. Something about the processing or the additives or some nonsense. If Dad said it, it must be right.
Growing up, I had a best friend - Jamie - who always got the proverbial short end of the stick. The third of four children, her family never seemed to have any extra. Any extra time, any extra money, any extra patience. At 16, she claimed independence and moved into the nearest city, choosing to finish high school while supporting herself by working at a downtown 7-11.
One day, when Jamie was over, she mentioned my Dad had been at her store, as usual. Now our home was west of town, and Dad's work was on the west end, so for him to make a trip into the core was rather unusual (although the Dairy Queen WAS right next door). When he came into the room and was questioned, he replied that he always went there, since he always got better mileage with their Esso gas. He and Jamie nodded together, knowingly.
Since then, I've always gone out of my way to find an Esso station, believing I'll get those extra 10km/tank with the brand's help.
Just a few years ago I was questioning my 'knowledge', and came to realize it wasn't the gas Dad was there for, but to check up on Jamie.
And now I hug him just a 1/2 second longer each time.
July 27th, 2009
Hmm, quite the hiatus.
I've learned that sometimes, I do not play well with others. Mark it on my report card for this past weekend.
Particularly when these 'others' are girly girls who speak in circles, recycling each thought 3-6 times before putting it to bed. Such an example: 'It's so hot out. It's scorching. It's not cool at all. That sun is blazing." And so on. Apparently I don't speak girly girl. Or blonde, perhaps?
At least my sunglasses hid the eyerolling. But probably not my tongue biting.
November 19th, 2008
Home from Vegas trip #4... exhausted and addicted to rum, with all likelyhood.
Scared to check my Visa statement... I just don't wanna know what transpired and what it cost me. Though the 5 new pairs of shoes might be a clue.
August 13th, 2008
from laurel, after one of our coffee-talks:
I was having tea with one of my favouritest people and we were talking about getting married. Not to each other, of course. Just in general. Both of us are single and even though our singlesnesses are very different, at the end of the day, we go to bed alone.
Now I'm at a stage where I don't mind that so much. In fact, I like having the bed all to mineself. And for the awake hours, I have a hard time believing that the disruption of another person in our house would be worth the effort. Seriously. I like it just being The Son and I. And The Dog, of course, can't forget that little love muffin. This is not the time in our lives to add someone else into the mix, we have enough drama of our own, thankyouverymuch.
My friend has her own thoughts about sharing her space and her life, and most of them she keeps to herself, so I won't talk about them here. But I will say that I happen to think she's quite the catch. She beautiful and funny and outgoing and gracious and active and always up for a good time. And smart. And talented. And independent. And and and. We who love her count ourselves lucky.
I admire how she does single. I admire the recent steps she's taken in her life (it's been quite a year!) and what she has and will accomplish. As I sit across from her at Starbucks, I wonder about her. I don't want to imply that she needs a man to be complete. But we were created to be in relationship and there's nothing quite like the marriage relationship.
I miss that part of my life. I don't miss the ugly part of me that was often evident during my marriage, but I do miss having that one person to have and to hold. In fact, when I'm really honest with myself, even though I have great friends with whom I share great times, talks, & thoughts, most of the time I feel only half known. That's a lot of me not tapped into. I think that's the whole soul mate thing.
So is it better to be alone and create a good life, albeit its drawbacks, or is it better to allow someone in and deal with the chaos?
My friend gets where I'm at and yet she still hopes that I leave that door open just a crack, just in case he comes around. And what do I hope for her? The whole deal. Everything she wants and hope and dreams for. But mostly I wish for her what she needs.
July 29th, 2008
So, tomorrow, round abouts this time, I should be officially 'house poor'. But will have a renewed urge to shop, paint, and clean... not necessarily in that order.
And, in the spirit of embracing utter craziness, I have 2 days to tie up things at the apartment and get settled before heading out on a 4-day camping trip.
And, in an effort (apparently) to make me laugh to the point of tears, my brother returned my email, wondering if there was still room for me in his camper for the weekend:
I think my favourite part is that he passes the buck to my Aunt in the end...
Hello Shelly XX,
Thanks for expressing an interest in staying at Castle de la Sean for the nights of Aug.1 through Aug.3. We are pleased to accomodate you with any special requests you may have for your stay.
Upon checking in, please bring your confirmation number:
IAM1/2LOWE - BYOB
After checking in at Castle de la Sean, we hope you take a quick tour of your surroundings. As you enter the Castle you may notice the beautiful blue motif that engulfs you. This was added in 2005 by a French Canadian artist, Fac Tory. On the immediate right of the door, you will notice a surround sound system for your listening enjoyment, please feel free to enjoy.
Bedding can be provided, but you may want to bring your own if you wish. A pillow of your choice would also be suggested.
Weekend activites involving guests of Castle de la Sean may include boating, extreme tubing, water skiing, beersbie, crib, slowpitch, walking, bocce, socializing, and general outdoor enjoyment.
We hope your stay at Castle de la Sean is all that you hope for. Any further questions can be answered at 1-780-555-2859. Please ask for Darlene.
June 24th, 2008
Bought a condo on Friday. From decision day to signing my finances away was 15 days. What's this - all action and little talk? So unlike me...
June 12th, 2008
I'm in the beginning stages of house-shopping... I don't know which is worse - online house-searching or online dating. Same basic premise with hopes, looks, extra perks, location.... All the while deciding if it's worth the risk, the emotional attachment, and if it will still work for me in the future???
May 28th, 2008
|03:51 pm - Giggle|
This made me laugh... more than a little:
"The other hyped up (CBC) mini-series includes Everest about two Canadians who managed to make it up to the top of the famous mountain back in October 1982. Everest will star Jason Priestly and William Shatner."
90210 meets Star Trek. If that's not crazy-freakin-brilliant, I don't know what is...