... and into the Light

This is too funny!
I love this song... and I agree, 2005 was my year, I definitely moved on!

Your 2005 Song Is

Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson "But since you've been gone I can breathe for the first time I'm so moving on" In 2005, you moved on.

Yup... it's quiz week.
You can thank Firefly for this one.

You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish

Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine. You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you. A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down. But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.

OK... so this is the second post for today... and I had to put it in... and I laughed and laughed.
I hate beer... but I agree with the philosophy, cause it is genius!

You Are Barney

You could have been an intellectual leader... Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."

See... too funny!

This morning, my cat began 'coughing', if you will.
She happened to be sitting beside the birdcage when she did this.
So I looked at her.
And so noticed that her mouth was closed when she 'coughed' again.

"George," I said. "There is no way you have a hairball."

But I swear, he has learned a new sound. Mimicing Shadow's hairball cough. Perfectly. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it. But he's pretty damn good.

Oh, and for the record, I had already bought the hairball formula cat food. She starts it today!

I found this on Domnall's site.. thought it was funny.

You Are Scooter

Brainy and knowledgable, you are the perfect sidekick. You're always willing to lend a helping hand. In any big event or party, you're the one who keeps things going. "15 seconds to showtime!"

The incompetence at work is finally evident in a story I can share!!!

I awoke at the usual, and ungodly hour of 8am, to prepare for work.
Noticed that I have developed an allergic rash on my cheeks and that I was extremely thirsty... such a good day, being as I am sick with a throat infection.
Great way to start the day.
So I grab a drink.. good old water and a bottle of gatorade (my least favourite drink ever but a necessary evil when one is sick) and continue getting ready.

I leave for work, after packing some applesauce, chicken noodle soup and another bottle of gatorade for lunch at the lovely time of 9am (I start at 10am you see!).

I catch the shuttle, arrive at the casino, and grab some toast in our dining room, visit with a co-worker and head upstairs to my "designated work area".
There I find I am not on the 'line-up' sheet.
This sheet is designed to tell me where I am supposed to be working today.
But I was not on it.
It doesn't necessarily mean I am not supposed to be at work today, it just means that the supervisor in charge of making up the 'line-up' sheet can't read a schedule.
So I said to my supervisor that I would go home.
She noticed my lovely appearance and my scratchy voice and made an executive decision (as the shift supervisor was not in the office) and said I could leave!

So I am home.
No questions asked.
A Saturday off without any repercussions...
and I am going to relax and have a nap...
and some more to drink!!!
cause I am still thirsty!

I was killing time in Wal-Mart, waiting for my prescription.
I have a stupid throat infection, you see. ouchie
And I had a 30 minute wait... Stupid Wal-Mart pharmacy!! Don't they know I an sick!
So as a way of distracting myself from the pain and of saving myself from needlessly spending money on more shaving cream (right MooCow!!) I decided I would look at pants.
All of my other pants are ridiculously HUGE on me... With the exception of my workout clothes, as they are the newest clothes I own.

So I head into the ladies wear section and begin browsing.
Find pants that are of an acceptable style.
And sizes that I think might be appropriate. (As I have no idea)
And head into the changeroom.

I try on the smaller pair first...
and it fits... And there is extra room.
This is a new sensation.
I realize looking at myself.. That the pants I am trying on are too big...
and I am in Wal-Mart alone.
I have to get changed... And go back out there t find a smaller size... Across the store. (Yup - worst set up store EVER!!!)
So I go get the smaller size...
Shake my head... As I have reservations.
And head back into the changerooms.
By this time the Wal-Mart associate has heard my "success" story and is rooting me on!!! She was really nice.
The jeans fit... And they were comfortable.
I looked in the mirror and thought to myself... "Self - this ain't too bad!"
I asked the Associate if the pants were good.. And she said that they were.

I had to call my Best friend and share the Good news.
*ring*
FF: Hello
DF: I am standing in Wal-Mart changeroom, I have 10 minutes left on my phone.
FF: *giggle* OK
DF: And I'm wearing size 12 pants. And they fit.
FF: OH MY GOD!!! That's awesome. I am so proud of you.
DF: I'm freaking out. I haven't been a size 12 since high school.
FF: You realize you are the same size as me.
DF: Cool!!! I can raid your closet...
FF: Um.. NO!!! You aren't allowed at my house anymore.
DF: But...
FF: Seriously... That is so cool...

The threats still loom about staying out of Firefly's closet...
She wants me to shop more so that when I shrink out of my new wardrobe she gets the leftover clothes.
It's too bad I hate shopping!
Unfortunately, even my pajamas are 3X's and are falling off me, so I have to start replacing stuff.

I'm off to see my kid.
I guess since I haven't been home since October (I think) it is about time I go.
She's getting a little annoyed with me.

Two days without the gym.
It seems like a torture within itself.

But I have a Christmas gift to deliver.
I just hope the weather holds out!!!

This is my cat, Shadow is her name.. the psychotic wonder.

When Firefly took this picture whe was slightly leery of the camera. Then she wanted to sniff the camera. Then she wanted in the shots.

Her latest obsession is attacking a throw rug that is stopping a draft from coming in from the laudry room.

And Q-Tips.
She loves destroying Q-Tips.

Oh... yes.. this is a post just to see if I have actually figured out how to post pictures...

Thanks FF!!!

Something's got to give.
I mean really.
Not everyone can screw me all at the same time while I get absolutely no satisfaction out of it at all.

It just isn't fair.
And I won't stand for it.

So, like everyone else I work with, I am going to make up my own rules too.

*Breaks will be however long I choose them to be.
*I am allowed to go home at my own dscretion, with complete disregard for every other person working AND the state of BUSINESS on any given day. So no matter how busy it is.. If I want to leave.. I'm gonna go!!! Screw you all!
*My uniform does not have to follow the APPEARANCE standards set forth by the company... cause I think that it's stupid to have our shirts tucked in... or plain black belts... HEY!!! I get to make my own rules... SCREW YOU!!!
*I am gonna make my own schedule from now on too... cause I want to have weekends off again. And I need Wednesday nights off too... Thanks!

These rules are just a few to start.

I haven't had a bad day.
I'm just annoyed.
And for once the gym didn't help.
Sometimes the stuff that happens at work is too stupid to just shake off... and there's no end to the idiocy that occurs there. Some days are worse than others.
And I am not at liberty to discuss it ANYWHERE!!!

My visit with my Dad was... Interesting.

He took me for dinner, we rented movies.
I even took him to the dollar sale at one of the local GROCERY stores... He found the hot sauce he LOVES!!! He was thrilled... It was cute.
We hung out.
He told me he is thinking of selling the condo in Kincardine and moving to Manitoulin Island.
Which sounds nice to everyone else - but it is an 8 hour drive away, is insanely cold in the winter and humid and warm in the summer. There is also a blackfly problem all summer. I told Dad that no one would visit him if he moved up there... It would be too much.
He would move closer to my brother (Windsor) or myself - but everything is so expensive this way.
I don't think it is that expensive here... Depending on what you are looking for (basically - don't build or buy new)... But that's just me.

He's changing his ways... The things he used to do he is no longer doing... Not smoking, not smoking as much pot (didn't smoke at all when he was here), and he is cutting back on the booze... These are things that I am not used to seeing in my father. It's just not normal DAD behavior. But it is him, I guess.
He only stayed one night, and left in the afternoon.
But it was a nice visit.

Why is it that when friends and family come to visit, all sense of diet - proper eating habits and normal routine go out the window?

I mean... seriously.
It was my birthday and Lisa and I went to Pizza Delight for the lunch buffet (again.. I know, but it was SOOO good!!!!) and we ate so much...
Then my dad came for a visit and we went to the casino to the buffet there. And once again... ate some more... more than I would have... and I had dessert for the second time of the day.

I'll admitht he portions were smaller at the second buffet, but I still ate more than I would have at a regular meal.
And I didn't go to the gym yesterday.
Took the day off again! Woot for me!

Today was the running around hanging out, TACO BELL (cause dad loves it... hehehe) and playing cards...
then Dad left so I hit the gym.
Now I am going to aquafit.
But the thought is still there...

Why does the control and and routine go out the window just because someone comes for a visit???

Oh.. and ouch... my tummy... too much stuff I shouldn't eat!!!
But happy birthday to me!

2 days until my birthday...
actually as I type this it is something like 25 hours... or 2 sleeps.

I just have to get through work.
Yeah.

I have more money than Trump and I have already helped all of my friends and family... now what do I do with my money.

I fulfill my best friends dream. The one she had before she passed from cancer.
She wanted to build a sanctuary for people suffering from cancer. But that's not how she worded it.
She wanted to build a compound.
A place where you go for treatment, with a medical facility, a chapel, gardens, a dorm, 24 hour medical staff, it's own greenhouses, and ponds, lots of open spaces for walking and contemplation and for healing. There would be cabins for the whole family and trained counseling staff for the whole family to help you deal with the trauma of surviving with cancer.

With my new money I could build this facility and build others throughout the world.
Just for Becca.
It was her dream.
And I promised.

It's funny how things catch you off guard and make you laugh.
And then you take a step back and say WOW!!!


My gym has the coolest system ever.
They track your cardio and your weight training via computer system and if you log it on-line too they send you progress reports.
Heck.. they even e-mailed me a birthdayy note yesterday... cool... but early. I guess they didn't want to miss me just incase I didn't come in.

But I digress.

I got January's progress report today.
And I had to laugh.

Elephants and Sundaes.
That's hilarious.

Oh.. and I joined the gym on the 17th.
That's only representative of 16 workouts.

February is going to be interesting!

I have a million things going through my head... and no way of getting them out.
I wish I had an elliptical at home.

Stupid gym... I can't think anymore.

Isn't 3 hours enough exercise in one day?
Isn't it?

GGGRRRR!

I know the joke is that I should lay off the crack...

I think I should lay off the coffee.
And the sugar.
The 2 combined is a deadly combination for me.
And by deadly I don't mean OD, call 911, stomach pump, write a best-selling novel about my 6 weeks in rehab where half of it is made up and go on Oprah twice to promote it, that kind of deadly.
But deadly as in... 5 hours hyper activity, dancing, singing, laughing, talking, joking, and generally annoying anyone who came near me. That kind of deadly.
I felt like I was in fast mode... moving very quickly... Should I mention this was at work.

And all I had was a small french vanilla cappuchino (Nestle) with a little bit of coffee in for a kick start.

um... yeah... so... that's definitely a no-no then... maybe?

This is how the story goes...

I have been working out like mad... a mad woman obsessed.
I have become addicted to the serenity that occurs while I am on the elliptical or the treadmill for 30 minutes or more...
You see.
My brain is always working.
I am thinking about everything.
My car; the bird; the cat; the book I am reading; work; stupid people that come into work; God or the lack there of; religion as a whole and my personal philosophies; what I want from a man; my man fantasy story. Nothing is out of my minds reach... There are stories that come and go but the come nonetheless.
And it is random...

But on the machines... It all stops.
When I first started going to the gym I had a dialogue that was something like:
"Is this over. I can't do this. Who am I kidding? Oh God... 10 minutes... This is hell... I am going to pass out... I should slow down... If I slow down I will fall down... How long now... 11 minutes... crap.. I should get music.. think of a song... If I had a million dollars... hehehe.. That's funny... stupid but funny... don't look at the time... "

Now.. I think of nothing.. I can read and I can just "book it" and it is bliss.
Nothing.
No thoughts.
Just motion... and the occasional thought of
"I'm thirsty... yum... water! good. Oh.. he's hot!"

The week since Wednesday!

Work, gym, home, sleep.

I have been neglecting the bird. I just don't have the time to spend with him that he wants and I don't want to be home hanging out with him because I'd rather be out at the gym.. So unless I quit my job or bring the bird to the gym I don't know what to do.. maybe my dad will take him!

I was asked out by a guy at the gym... But as he wanted me to go back to his place before going to the bar I declined.. Then didn't go out after getting home.. I told him I was passing, next time for sure. It was a bit frightening... I would not go back to a guys house I don't know without having a friend there for safety. It just doesn't feel right. I'm not that desperate for loving... You know?

My dad told my sister he was coming to visit me for my birthday. And he sounds excited. I am still waiting to see if he calls. Not because I don't think he isn't going to cone, I just don't want to get my hopes up.

My cat decided she didn't like her food. So I bought her a new food.. She stuck her nose up at it too... Then cried cause she is hungry... But she has since decided to eat the new food. Stupid cat!

I have homework to do for my French class... And I have to figure out when to do it... I think tomorrow after work. But that's the superbowl you say...I can watch TV and do homework. I'm an adult!

Yesterday was interesting, if not busy.
Firefly came to visit and brought her camera.
She was doing me a favour - a 2 part favour.
I need pictures of my bird for an assignment for class.
And... as I have been working out so much I wanted to have a picture or 2 of myself as a record of my progress.
I have always shied away from the camera.
I hate getting my picture taken.
And I avoid it at all costs.
But I realize that there are times when it would be beneficial to have a photo library that includes photos of myself.
There are some random photographs of me scattered throughout the province... my sister might even have one or 2 in Japan... but, my own collection... there are not many. It is easy to avoid being in pictures when you are behind the camera.
The last picture I saw of myself was before BondGirl went to Australia for school - and I didn't recognize myself...

So....
Firefly took my picture yesterday.
A few of them actually.
The dress I was going to wear to the Christmas party ... it was a perfect fit in December...
Now it is falling off.
Firefly laughed... too funny.
This is the dress I wore to her wedding... And on that day ... it didn't look as good as it did in December...
and now it doesn't look as good as it did in December either... but only because it has extra fabric...

It is bittersweet.