I am still alive and kicking after my ten days with the parentals (well, kicking is perhaps a bit strong, flailing is a bit closer to what I am doing).
I had Monday off to make up for the Friday I worked during my vacation, and I'm only now beginning to feel like a person again. I've been bonding with the cats, putting the first coat of stain on my new headboard, and working on a new quilt-top made from material I purchased in Juneau. I watched the 6-hour BBC Pride and Prejudice starring Colin Firth (which is still as amusing and repressed-sexy as it was when I was in high school), and followed that with the first six episodes of Supernatural. And I wonder why I'm single ^_^
Having the parents staying with me was troubling on a certain level. Is it possible for a person to become so fixed in her ways that she becomes incapable of living with other people? I'm afraid I'm heading toward that outcome - I will never be able to live with a guy because I can't live with anyone but my loud and annoying cats.
Whew.
On another level, it was nice to have my mom around to show me different ways to cook chicken. I'll be stopping at the Liquor Store on the way home to pick up a nice white wine for poaching my dinner ^_^ Or maybe I'll just have the bottle of wine for dinner.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
I will need a vacation to recover from my vacation
I love having my folks here, but I am so tired I could just about pass out on top of the keyboard.
It is hard to go from hermit-who-goes-to-Matt-and-Kara's-on-Fridays to person-who-has-people-around-her-every-minute-of-the-day. Really hard.
Tomorrow, we'll be heading out to WH for the evening, then on to Skagway for a couple of days. The parentals will be flying out of WH early Friday morning, so I am going to try to get my truck serviced that day, get the chip in my windshield fixed, and I'll probably buy some books to ease my nerves.
I think they're having a good time. We went out to visit Matt and Kara and the boys at Lapie Canyon, where we had a delicious dinner and took some great photos. I think seeing me interact with friends is reassuring to my parents - I might be weird, but at least a few people appreciate me ^_^
It is hard to go from hermit-who-goes-to-Matt-and-Kara's-on-Fridays to person-who-has-people-around-her-every-minute-of-the-day. Really hard.
Tomorrow, we'll be heading out to WH for the evening, then on to Skagway for a couple of days. The parentals will be flying out of WH early Friday morning, so I am going to try to get my truck serviced that day, get the chip in my windshield fixed, and I'll probably buy some books to ease my nerves.
I think they're having a good time. We went out to visit Matt and Kara and the boys at Lapie Canyon, where we had a delicious dinner and took some great photos. I think seeing me interact with friends is reassuring to my parents - I might be weird, but at least a few people appreciate me ^_^
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Time doth fly
Goodness, is it Tuesday already? Where did the weekend go? Where did the time go?
My parents will be arriving in Whitehorse tomorrow. Tonight is a Council Meeting (hurray, hurray), so I will not have much time in the evening for doing the remainder of my cleaning. I have Kara's vacuum, so I guess that's what I'll be doing at lunch.
I'm excited for M&D to get here, and for my fuzzy mens (Rodney and Pakuchi) to finally be here. I'm excited about time off, although I think I will be coming to work on Friday anyway because of meetings (if so, I am taking a day in lieu after my parents go).
I need to chop more firewood at lunch. That'll be pretty - me in a sundress and Sketchers, wielding my trusty axe. Too bad no one will be around with a camera ^_^
The other reason I'm excited is that I enrolled in the Social Media course over at Tourism Currents to help me figure out how to use social media to help promote the town. I'm paying for it out of my own pocket, because I don't want to sit through endless meetings trying to explain why I think it's important.
The ladies who run the site are amazing - I was having trouble registering myself after I had paid, so I dropped an email off to their admin address. Within ten minutes, they had contacted me, fixed the problem, and thanked me for helping them fix the bug in their system. One of them even gave me her cell number in case there was a problem and I couldn't contact them by email. That, my friends, is a class act.
So, in the near future, I may be able to promote Faro to the max with mad social media skillz. Look out, Internetz!
My parents will be arriving in Whitehorse tomorrow. Tonight is a Council Meeting (hurray, hurray), so I will not have much time in the evening for doing the remainder of my cleaning. I have Kara's vacuum, so I guess that's what I'll be doing at lunch.
I'm excited for M&D to get here, and for my fuzzy mens (Rodney and Pakuchi) to finally be here. I'm excited about time off, although I think I will be coming to work on Friday anyway because of meetings (if so, I am taking a day in lieu after my parents go).
I need to chop more firewood at lunch. That'll be pretty - me in a sundress and Sketchers, wielding my trusty axe. Too bad no one will be around with a camera ^_^
The other reason I'm excited is that I enrolled in the Social Media course over at Tourism Currents to help me figure out how to use social media to help promote the town. I'm paying for it out of my own pocket, because I don't want to sit through endless meetings trying to explain why I think it's important.
The ladies who run the site are amazing - I was having trouble registering myself after I had paid, so I dropped an email off to their admin address. Within ten minutes, they had contacted me, fixed the problem, and thanked me for helping them fix the bug in their system. One of them even gave me her cell number in case there was a problem and I couldn't contact them by email. That, my friends, is a class act.
So, in the near future, I may be able to promote Faro to the max with mad social media skillz. Look out, Internetz!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Rarrrr!
Look out, world! Today I am wearing my fiercest red sandals, and I am feeling stompy.
Where do emotions come from? Why am I suddenly filled with rage? I don't know. Nothing happened in the past five minutes to make me angry. But I want to stomp on things. I want to throw mugs at walls and shout rude, cryptic insults at passers-by.
Is this what insanity feels like?
In non-crazy news, I have less than 4 days to get my home prepared for the coming of the Parental Units (figuring in time spent driving to WH [twice], at a council meeting, and at work). I am both excited and exhausted, and they aren't even here yet.
Tonight I have to take my recycling to the Bottle Depot. I may have enough money coming to buy myself more booze. That would be both a blessing and a curse. It's hard to clean when one is stumbling around like a schmo.
Where do emotions come from? Why am I suddenly filled with rage? I don't know. Nothing happened in the past five minutes to make me angry. But I want to stomp on things. I want to throw mugs at walls and shout rude, cryptic insults at passers-by.
Is this what insanity feels like?
In non-crazy news, I have less than 4 days to get my home prepared for the coming of the Parental Units (figuring in time spent driving to WH [twice], at a council meeting, and at work). I am both excited and exhausted, and they aren't even here yet.
Tonight I have to take my recycling to the Bottle Depot. I may have enough money coming to buy myself more booze. That would be both a blessing and a curse. It's hard to clean when one is stumbling around like a schmo.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Tagged
I got distracted yesterday before I could finish the Tale of Saturday, but I'll get back to it eventually.
In the meantime, Kara tagged me in a mini-interview. Since talking about myself is one of my favourite things, this seemed like a natural fit ^_^
1. Where would you like to live once you retire?
Somewhere that was a mixture of rustic and urban. Since I've been in Faro, I've become much more rustic than I ever was before, but there are times that I miss the city. I'd like to live somewhere where I didn't have to socialize with anyone, but I wouldn't have to look too far if I did want to. (*realizes this is not a definitive answer, but [hopefully] has many years to think about it)
2. What causes you to worry the most?
The thought of dying alone. (Or the fear that I'm somehow going to destroy every place I live.)
3. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Well, there was that My Little Pony that I loved and some jerk girl stole from me in second grade, but I think I have to go with Sheepie - a stuffed sheep given to me when I was born. He's travelled the globe with me, and he's sitting on my bedroom windowsill at the moment.
4. Do you make decisions quickly and easily or do you fret over them for long periods of time?
Both. I think and think and think, and then I shut my eyes and jump in, and then after I've jumped I think and think and think and regret and wonder why I can't be a normal girl who makes decisions rationally.
5. What hobby would you pursue if money wasn't an issue?
I would become a full-time quilter. I'd have a quilting room set up with sewing machines, a frame so I didn't have to have the quilt on my lap in summer, a TV so I could watch endless hours of forensics shows while I worked, and a crazy big stash of fabric.
Either that or move back to Japan and study bellydance all the time.
I hope you've enjoyed this little trip inside my brain. It was fun for me. I'm tagging Erica S, because I don't think I can do a touch-back on Kara. (If I can, Kara, consider yourself re-tagged.)
1. What inspires you?
2. What is your favourite fairy tale/folk tale?
3. Which historical figure (real or fictional) would you like to have dinner with?
4. Which of your personality traits is your favourite?
5. If you were about to be exiled and could only take one memento from home with you, what would you take?
In the meantime, Kara tagged me in a mini-interview. Since talking about myself is one of my favourite things, this seemed like a natural fit ^_^
1. Where would you like to live once you retire?
Somewhere that was a mixture of rustic and urban. Since I've been in Faro, I've become much more rustic than I ever was before, but there are times that I miss the city. I'd like to live somewhere where I didn't have to socialize with anyone, but I wouldn't have to look too far if I did want to. (*realizes this is not a definitive answer, but [hopefully] has many years to think about it)
2. What causes you to worry the most?
The thought of dying alone. (Or the fear that I'm somehow going to destroy every place I live.)
3. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Well, there was that My Little Pony that I loved and some jerk girl stole from me in second grade, but I think I have to go with Sheepie - a stuffed sheep given to me when I was born. He's travelled the globe with me, and he's sitting on my bedroom windowsill at the moment.
4. Do you make decisions quickly and easily or do you fret over them for long periods of time?
Both. I think and think and think, and then I shut my eyes and jump in, and then after I've jumped I think and think and think and regret and wonder why I can't be a normal girl who makes decisions rationally.
5. What hobby would you pursue if money wasn't an issue?
I would become a full-time quilter. I'd have a quilting room set up with sewing machines, a frame so I didn't have to have the quilt on my lap in summer, a TV so I could watch endless hours of forensics shows while I worked, and a crazy big stash of fabric.
Either that or move back to Japan and study bellydance all the time.
I hope you've enjoyed this little trip inside my brain. It was fun for me. I'm tagging Erica S, because I don't think I can do a touch-back on Kara. (If I can, Kara, consider yourself re-tagged.)
1. What inspires you?
2. What is your favourite fairy tale/folk tale?
3. Which historical figure (real or fictional) would you like to have dinner with?
4. Which of your personality traits is your favourite?
5. If you were about to be exiled and could only take one memento from home with you, what would you take?
Monday, June 7, 2010
Nothing Blogworthy
To quote the gals at Go Fug Yourself doing their Jennifer Lopez impression: Hola, lovers! I am back!
/end Jennifer Lopez
It's be a week in which little happened. There was a council meeting. I took a sick day. It's been cold. I broke my butt-muscles trying to plant flowers outside the town office. The door to my porch has been fixed.
These are all great things, but none of them really reached out and told me I needed to write about them. The internet doesn't need to hear my drug-induced rambling about what pretty eyes Gary Sinise has...bad enough I rambled to an empty room. (Which is not to say that Gary Sinise's eyes aren't beautiful portals into a deep well of sorrow - seriously, he has beautiful eyes.)
*Pause to reflect on Gary Sinise...mmmm...Mac Taylor...mmm...
Where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah. I want to be profound, y'know? I want to write things that are interesting, unlike my last journal which gradually became all about how much I hated my life at the Kindergarten. And when I'm dealing with the day to day minutiae of living alone, not being inspired to cook, and having a house that sets off Hoarder-alerts in my brain ... well, I don't really feel like turning on the computer to write about it.
But Saturday, events conspired that combine all of the above, and made me laugh in horror.
So, Saturday was Town Planting day, when people are supposed to volunteer to plant flowers around town - in front of the post office, and the town office, and the "Welcome to Faro" sign. Normally, I was told that there are around 30 volunteers. This year, there were 12.
Now, I am crap with plants. Basically, they die if I look at them. I am not the best person to help out if you want your plants to live. But as the Admin Assistant, I was under the impression that if I didn't volunteer, there would be some serious hell to pay. So I came out and got my diggin' on. (I discovered that I like to plant marigolds, because they are easy and smell like Grandma's garden at the old house.)
I worked for 3.5 hours, and then went home. My butt was killing me, my thighs were killing me, and my nails were dirty*. I needed to shower. After my shower, I was clean, but everything still hurt, so I dressed in my fuzziest pants and a comfy shirt, and lounged on the couch watching CSI: NY.
I should have been cleaning the house - my parents are coming in less than two weeks. I got a huge shipment of summer clothes that I had thrown willy-nilly around the dining room in my excitement. My lunch dishes were in the sink. But all I wanted to do was quilt and moon over Danny and Lindsay's burgeoning romance in Season 2 (so that I could get to Season 3 where I could enjoy the tortured romance parts and watch as all the shots of Lindsay get higher and higher up until by halfway through the season all you can see are her eyes ^_^ **)
Well, mid-sigh, the doorbell rings. Who could it be? I thought maybe Kara had stopped by, but it wasn't her...
To Be Continued
* Tru-fax - I really hate having dirt under my fingernails. I used to carry safety pins around on all my bags in case of dirt - emergency nail cleaner.
** This was because the actress was pregnant, but her character was not.
/end Jennifer Lopez
It's be a week in which little happened. There was a council meeting. I took a sick day. It's been cold. I broke my butt-muscles trying to plant flowers outside the town office. The door to my porch has been fixed.
These are all great things, but none of them really reached out and told me I needed to write about them. The internet doesn't need to hear my drug-induced rambling about what pretty eyes Gary Sinise has...bad enough I rambled to an empty room. (Which is not to say that Gary Sinise's eyes aren't beautiful portals into a deep well of sorrow - seriously, he has beautiful eyes.)
*Pause to reflect on Gary Sinise...mmmm...Mac Taylor...mmm...
Where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah. I want to be profound, y'know? I want to write things that are interesting, unlike my last journal which gradually became all about how much I hated my life at the Kindergarten. And when I'm dealing with the day to day minutiae of living alone, not being inspired to cook, and having a house that sets off Hoarder-alerts in my brain ... well, I don't really feel like turning on the computer to write about it.
But Saturday, events conspired that combine all of the above, and made me laugh in horror.
So, Saturday was Town Planting day, when people are supposed to volunteer to plant flowers around town - in front of the post office, and the town office, and the "Welcome to Faro" sign. Normally, I was told that there are around 30 volunteers. This year, there were 12.
Now, I am crap with plants. Basically, they die if I look at them. I am not the best person to help out if you want your plants to live. But as the Admin Assistant, I was under the impression that if I didn't volunteer, there would be some serious hell to pay. So I came out and got my diggin' on. (I discovered that I like to plant marigolds, because they are easy and smell like Grandma's garden at the old house.)
I worked for 3.5 hours, and then went home. My butt was killing me, my thighs were killing me, and my nails were dirty*. I needed to shower. After my shower, I was clean, but everything still hurt, so I dressed in my fuzziest pants and a comfy shirt, and lounged on the couch watching CSI: NY.
I should have been cleaning the house - my parents are coming in less than two weeks. I got a huge shipment of summer clothes that I had thrown willy-nilly around the dining room in my excitement. My lunch dishes were in the sink. But all I wanted to do was quilt and moon over Danny and Lindsay's burgeoning romance in Season 2 (so that I could get to Season 3 where I could enjoy the tortured romance parts and watch as all the shots of Lindsay get higher and higher up until by halfway through the season all you can see are her eyes ^_^ **)
Well, mid-sigh, the doorbell rings. Who could it be? I thought maybe Kara had stopped by, but it wasn't her...
To Be Continued
* Tru-fax - I really hate having dirt under my fingernails. I used to carry safety pins around on all my bags in case of dirt - emergency nail cleaner.
** This was because the actress was pregnant, but her character was not.
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