Daring to Be » 2006 » August

Appetizer
If you could have a free subscription to any magazine, which one would you like to have?

Funny this question was asked, seeing as my sister and I had just had a conversation yesterday on how we no longer read Cosmopolitan or Glamour magazine and instead now find Chatelaine and Canadian Living more interesting. When the hell did that happen?

So, my answer is Chatelaine or Canadian Living!

Soup - Describe your living room (furnishings, colors, etc.).

Beige leather couch and loveseat, papsan chair with light burgundy cushion, white shelves filled with movies, wooden coffee tables on wrought iron legs, black electric gas fireplace, wicker basket filled with rolled up throw blankets, navy blue floor cushions, lamps, various knickknacks and pictures. It’s also almost always cluttered and verging on a mess.

Salad - What does the shape of a circle make you think of?

CD’s, since I’m a music lovin’ girl.

Main Course - Name 3 things in your life that you consider to be absolute necessities.

1. Family.
2. Books.
3. Chapstick.

Dessert - What was the last really funny movie you watched?

Mom, Aunt Robin, Nicole, and I all watched Something’s Gotta Give at the lake on Tuesday. Love that movie, especially when she’s heartbroken and won’t stop crying. (Sounds awful of me to love that part but seriously, too funny.)

(Sidenote: I came home to an email from Blogger saying it was a response to my request for information about my account… but I never sent a request. So some freak is trying to hack into my account, which is just not cool. At all.)

My mother, bless her heart, likes to impart advice onto anyone willing to listen. My sister and I know that when she starts a sentence with “A person should…” or “A person really ought to…” we are about to receive what she considers sage wisdom.

Today, on the way back from the lake, my Mom, sister, and I started talking about how much my extended family used to play various card games. It wasn’t a family gathering if everyone didn’t pull a chair up to the kitchen table and play a few rounds of cards. Aside from the name-calling and accusing people of cheating, it really was great family fun!

Anyway, in the middle of the discussion, I turned to my sister and said “Oh God, I am about to sound like our mother.” She wondered why, and then trying my darndest to keep a straight face, I said “A person really ought to write down all the card games so as to not forget any!”

At this point, we erupted into snort laughter that even my Mom had to join in on.

Like mother, like daughter!

I forgot to do last week’s Friday Feast, so here are the answers for both.

Friday’s Feast #106

Appetizer
Tell about a toy you remember from your childhood.

My Hush Little Baby doll, that I just called Hush Baby. Probably everyone remembers this doll of mine. I played with her until her eyes fell back into her head. I’m not even joking. I loved that doll so much, and my best friend had the same one… we would play for HOURS and everytime we went over to eachother’s house along came about 4 tubs filled with toys and clothing. Aww… I want to be a kid and play with Hush Baby again.

Soup
If you could make one thing in the world absolutely free for everyone, what would it be?

Healthcare. I can’t imagine actually having to pay for it, and the fact that some people do is ridiculous.

Salad
Approximately how many times per day do you think about your significant other?

I have no significant other so I guess… never!

Main Course
What is something you believe in 100%?

Love.

Dessert
Name one thing you have done this week that you would consider a “good deed.”

Crap. Nothing. I’ve been stuck either in my computer room writing essays or studying for my final…

Friday’s Feast #107

Appetizer
What color is your car?

The car registered under my name is purple, but my sister drives that one. I drive my Mom’s blue car, and that one will be my car when I’m done school.

Soup
If you could wake up tomorrow with full training in another occupation and a job in that field, what would it be?

Teaching! Really, not that much longer before I will be trained… two years will go by super fast.

Salad
How many times in your life have you had the flu (or something similar)?

Too many to count. Like once a year when I was a kid I bet.

Main Course
What is something that has happened to you this week that you didn’t expect?

When I found out I could go to the lake for four days next week because I don’t work! I thought I’d only get to go for two, so I am very happy.

Dessert
How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I was fifteen, and it was terrible.

Please note how I wrote final is over not class is over. This is because I am not done my third essay. Nor is 3/4 of my class done their third essay. Why? Because writing three essays in a six week time period is crazy. That’s why.

I had dreams of coming home after my final, cracking a beer, and enjoying my newfound freedom. Alas, it is not to be. My heart breaks.

Also, just imagine how little I actually want to finish my last essay. Hi. I just wrote three essays in three hours for my final. So it is safe to say I don’t want to write anymore. Nope. Not even a little bit.

The whole thing will be drivel. Drivel, drivel.

For the last little while I’ve been stressing out over discussing my availability for the fall with my manager. I can only work one evening shift plus weekends, whereas last year I worked two evening shifts plus weekends. I was very concerned I would be politely told to go find another job! As much as I sometimes grumble and complain about going to work on days I don’t feel like it, I really do enjoy my job, and find that even when I don’t want to go to work I am always laughing and enjoying myself within a few short minutes. I dreaded the thought of having to quit, especially because I am not a huge fan of interviews and starting new jobs.

It’s all good, though. My manager was absolutely fantastic! She understood that school really will be top priority in my life, and completely supported the fact I can’t work during the school year as much as I have previously. Though I’ve always known my manager to be very approachable, I couldn’t help but be worried, and I am so insanely happy that things are working out!

To top it all off, my manager even gave me four days off next week because she knew I would need a little breather once my summer class was over. How great is that! I’ll be heading to my Aunt and Uncle’s cabin at Little Bear Lake next Monday and can stay until Thursday!

Life is good!

Well, well. Of all people I imagined reading this post, I honestly did not even entertain the thought of John Gormley himself reading it.

Yup, that’s right folks. John Gormley read my blog! I found this out today at work when I saw him and he told me. This was followed by much nervous laughter and blushing on my part. I mean, I can’t even get my Mom to read my blog, so you can imagine my surprise that John Gormley did!

(Anddd… that makes two entries I mention both John Gormley and my mother. Very odd indeed.)

Anyway, hi John! I’m sure you’ll read this at some time or another, is the Internet not a wonderful thing? I mean, I’ve googled my name once or twice, but the only person to write about me is, well, me. Not nearly as much fun.

That’s my interesting story for the day, I’m off to wander around the Fringe for entertainment.

My Friday evening is shaping up to be pretty dull.

I originally had plans to go out with a bunch of people, amongst them the cute boy mentioned here. Unfortunately, those plans fell through, for reasons I don’t even WANT to get into. Yes, before you ask, I am disappointed.

Harumph.

I know, I know, any proactive single girl would forego the icecream and the pity party, get all cute, and go out clubbing because, after all, just like Wayne Gretzky said… “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”

Screw Wayne Gretzky though, and pass me the remote: I’m staying in.

Of how I can be a complete hypocrite.

Okay.

Let’s start at the beginning.

I know I said I had a good date with Andre (pseudonym due to his striking resemblance to the tennis superstar) and I did. I really did. The only thing missing? The very important fireworks. As I explained to a few friends of mine, I’m more apt to punch him on the shoulder and suggest going for a beer than I am to even entertain the thought of getting nekkid with him.

Anyway, I think it is pretty clear that he is interested in me, at least a little, since he has asked me out at least 5 times since that date, but nothing has worked out.

Now here is how I am a hypocrite…

I’ve determined I’m not interested in him, but rather than actually telling him that I’m not, I’m tempted to just pull a disappearing act. You know, not return his calls or text messages. Bitch alert, right here. The problem is, I don’t think my conscience will let me do that. I mean, for example, remember this? When I had the disappearing act pulled on me? It has happened a couple of times, because boys are dumb. After, I always think “Dude! Don’t be such a panty! Cowboy up and tell me you just aren’t interested, don’t leave me wondering if you died or something!”

And here I am, wanting to do exactly what I hate having done to me.

Hellooo hypocrisy…

(Advice appreciated.)

Well, my August long weekend was completely crazy. I don’t even know where to begin, except to say that we were all surprised we still had it in us to party all night then shop all day! I’m so incredibly broke now, and am more than a bit scared to look at how much is in my bank account. It was all worth it though, I had such a blast. When Twyla gives me a copy of all the pictures I’ll post some from the craziness that was Edmonton this past weekend! For now though, here is a late Friday’s Feast.

Appetizer
Name an actor or actress you think is totally underappreciated.

I think Joaquin Phoenix’s acting was completely overlooked in Walk the Line.

Soup
Impress us by using a big word in a sentence.

We enjoyed a delicious repast at Olive Garden on Sunday night. (Because who uses “repast” instead of “meal”?)

Salad
What is something inanimate that you’ve given a name to (such as a pet rock)?

Well, when I bought my car from Twyla it came with the name “Bessie.” But while we’re on this topic… anyone else notice how everyone has jumped on the “naming inanimate objects” bandwagon?

Main Course
What color would best represent your personality and why?

Yellow… because that’s a cheerful colour and I’m hardly ever in a bad mood.

Dessert
Fill in the blanks: ____________ is so ____________.

That picture is so embarassing. (I’ll leave it at that… hi Rosey!)