No, they don't, but I watched Romeo Must Die again last night, and that's all that came to mind.
I'm heading out of Faro today, on my way to the Association of Yukon Communities Annual General Meeting in Haines Junction. (That's a mouthful, ain't it?) I'm still not 100% sure why I am going, but I will try to take advantage of the opportunity to see another community, network with folk from the various communities, and really try to wind myself down after the Crane & Sheep Festival.
That last one is proving difficult. But hey, at least I haven't turned to the bottle ^_^
I'm really hoping to sit down and write a proper entry about the C&S, both for this page and for the Town's official (but as of yet, unwritten to) blog. Michael of Michael's Meanderings has some great posts about his family's trip up here this weekend, with great photos! I only got a few photos, because I was running around so much (Anxcitement!) so it's nice to see what other people saw.
In other news, instead of going to bed at a decent hour, like a normal person, last night I stayed up to make a new quilt top. I'm hoping to have enough time before I leave for WH to piece together the backing, and then to take it with me to work on during the brief times when I am not required in meetings. I need to start selling some quilts!
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Dear schmo,
When going over to someone's house for "a glass of wine," be sure that their glasses are not approximately the size of decorative fishbowls.
I'm just sayin', there's a reason you're so slow today.
I'm just sayin', there's a reason you're so slow today.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Storytime
I'm back again. I took a little time off from blogging...mostly because I was approaching my 100th post, and I wanted it to be something meaningful. But it's hard to squeeze meaning out of hot dog lunches and looking after a friend's cats.
This past week was kind of rough, work-wise and personally. I can't talk about the work stuff (more's the pity, although I really don't need to keep hashing it over, so I guess it's more of a blessing), but the personal stuff...Yeesh.
Here goes...
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to be an actress. She studied drama all through high school, and refused to even consider any other career. After high school, she auditioned for a couple of theatrical courses at a variety of colleges, and ended up in the Nation's Capital.
When she was there, she met a guy. He was older than she by a year, and he was the most interesting guy she had ever met. He lived one floor down in the same apartment building, and they hung out a lot. She was really, really into him. And although she longed to tell him, she was shy and hoped he would figure it out.
Unfortunately, he was really, really into a girl he had known for years, and so nothing really came of the infatuation. Our heroine, though, had suffered a tragedy - she now compared every man she met to the guy from college.
This had a negative impact on her relationship life. A few years later, she dated a guy for a few months, but after they broke up (because he was in love with a girl he had known for years) she never dated again. Not that she didn't want to, but circumstances just didn't work in her favour.
Flash forward to Monday, July 5th.
Our heroine was watching a great Canadian comedy show, and who should she spot as an extra in most of the scenes but the guy from college. In addition to all her "oh, why didn't I tell him how I felt" angst, there was a great big dollop of "why was I such a coward that I let people talk me out of following my dream?" woe. That was enough to cue a low-level funk.
Work interefered with her attempts to feel better. And then, on Facebook, she saw photos of the guy from college with his girlfriend...and her pregnant belly. They, naturally, were thrilled about their soon-to-be-born progeny. And our heroine felt sad, because she was alone and had two incredibly noisy cats instead of babies. She felt bad because her first reaction to their happy news had been to be miserable. She was happy for them - she was just a lot more unhappy for herself, because it felt like her life was going downhill.
So, Friday, after a shitty week, she went to a neighbour's house for coffee, and after that she came home to drink vodka coolers and eat shrimp noodles. And she feels a bit better for having shared her tale with the Internet. Where anyone and everyone can read it. Because, honestly, her life isn't over just because she isn't doing what she originally planned. It's just different.
In the words of Marcus Aurelius, "Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so." You just have to get over the feeling sad part.
Happy 100th Post!
This past week was kind of rough, work-wise and personally. I can't talk about the work stuff (more's the pity, although I really don't need to keep hashing it over, so I guess it's more of a blessing), but the personal stuff...Yeesh.
Here goes...
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to be an actress. She studied drama all through high school, and refused to even consider any other career. After high school, she auditioned for a couple of theatrical courses at a variety of colleges, and ended up in the Nation's Capital.
When she was there, she met a guy. He was older than she by a year, and he was the most interesting guy she had ever met. He lived one floor down in the same apartment building, and they hung out a lot. She was really, really into him. And although she longed to tell him, she was shy and hoped he would figure it out.
Unfortunately, he was really, really into a girl he had known for years, and so nothing really came of the infatuation. Our heroine, though, had suffered a tragedy - she now compared every man she met to the guy from college.
This had a negative impact on her relationship life. A few years later, she dated a guy for a few months, but after they broke up (because he was in love with a girl he had known for years) she never dated again. Not that she didn't want to, but circumstances just didn't work in her favour.
Flash forward to Monday, July 5th.
Our heroine was watching a great Canadian comedy show, and who should she spot as an extra in most of the scenes but the guy from college. In addition to all her "oh, why didn't I tell him how I felt" angst, there was a great big dollop of "why was I such a coward that I let people talk me out of following my dream?" woe. That was enough to cue a low-level funk.
Work interefered with her attempts to feel better. And then, on Facebook, she saw photos of the guy from college with his girlfriend...and her pregnant belly. They, naturally, were thrilled about their soon-to-be-born progeny. And our heroine felt sad, because she was alone and had two incredibly noisy cats instead of babies. She felt bad because her first reaction to their happy news had been to be miserable. She was happy for them - she was just a lot more unhappy for herself, because it felt like her life was going downhill.
So, Friday, after a shitty week, she went to a neighbour's house for coffee, and after that she came home to drink vodka coolers and eat shrimp noodles. And she feels a bit better for having shared her tale with the Internet. Where anyone and everyone can read it. Because, honestly, her life isn't over just because she isn't doing what she originally planned. It's just different.
In the words of Marcus Aurelius, "Everything that happens happens as it should, and if you observe carefully, you will find this to be so." You just have to get over the feeling sad part.
Happy 100th Post!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I survived!
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.
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.
Friday, April 16, 2010
New sweet Notebook
So, my new computer arrived from Dell today, meaning I am not going to be without Internet for an entire weekend. Instead, I got to fight with it over lunch, trying to set up the wireless router, got to go back to work frustrated, and then I ignored it on my brief stop at home before going to dinner at Kara and Matt's.
At dinner, I drank several drinks, ate a delicious elk roast with carrots and sweet potatoes, and got to have ice cream with my beer for dessert. Seriously, it was the best dinner I've had, well, since the last time I was over there for dinner ^_^
And then I came home, and the problems the computer had been giving me at lunch were gone - it connected to the wireless router easily, and I have been downloading all the things I need to have to make it feel perfect.
Granted, the keyboard is a bit tinier than I am used to, so my hands are feeling a little cramped as I attempt to touch type, but other than that, I am happy as a clam.
My other computers were all Computrons (2000, 3000 or 3.0, and IV) but I have decided I am moving away from the name "Computron." This little thing is tiny, red, and awesome, and so it is named "Sweet Cherry Notebook."
I will probably just call it Cherry ^_^
Now, having come home and started a fire, I feel a sudden need for nachos. I'll be in the kitchen.
At dinner, I drank several drinks, ate a delicious elk roast with carrots and sweet potatoes, and got to have ice cream with my beer for dessert. Seriously, it was the best dinner I've had, well, since the last time I was over there for dinner ^_^
And then I came home, and the problems the computer had been giving me at lunch were gone - it connected to the wireless router easily, and I have been downloading all the things I need to have to make it feel perfect.
Granted, the keyboard is a bit tinier than I am used to, so my hands are feeling a little cramped as I attempt to touch type, but other than that, I am happy as a clam.
My other computers were all Computrons (2000, 3000 or 3.0, and IV) but I have decided I am moving away from the name "Computron." This little thing is tiny, red, and awesome, and so it is named "Sweet Cherry Notebook."
I will probably just call it Cherry ^_^
Now, having come home and started a fire, I feel a sudden need for nachos. I'll be in the kitchen.
So, snow?
When I tucked my tipsy self in to bed last night (yes, I was drinking on a Thursday, we'll keep a close eye on that in future), the hillside behind my house was almost totally bare. All the snow was gone, and I could see dried grasses and rocks. I had a vision of what the hill might look like in summer.
This morning, when I stumbled my groggy morning self out of that same bed, the hill was covered in snow. You may have heard me crying out, "What?" or "Why?" or "The hell you say!" - I was not impressed.
It isn't a heavy snow, and there's not tons and tons of it, but it was just so surprising. It's the wet stuff, too, so my jeans are damp around the bottoms from walking out to the truck. And I had to brush snow off the truck - good thing I bought a brush/scraper at Canadian Tire.
Speaking of the truck, I have figured out that it is a strange height for me. It's not quite high enough for me to need to step on the rail, but if I try to get in without stepping on it, it is awkward. On the other hand, if I do step on the rail, I have to scrunch down to get into the seat. So it is all around strange.
But I love it! Don't get me wrong, I love it!
It's just strange.
This morning, when I stumbled my groggy morning self out of that same bed, the hill was covered in snow. You may have heard me crying out, "What?" or "Why?" or "The hell you say!" - I was not impressed.
It isn't a heavy snow, and there's not tons and tons of it, but it was just so surprising. It's the wet stuff, too, so my jeans are damp around the bottoms from walking out to the truck. And I had to brush snow off the truck - good thing I bought a brush/scraper at Canadian Tire.
Speaking of the truck, I have figured out that it is a strange height for me. It's not quite high enough for me to need to step on the rail, but if I try to get in without stepping on it, it is awkward. On the other hand, if I do step on the rail, I have to scrunch down to get into the seat. So it is all around strange.
But I love it! Don't get me wrong, I love it!
It's just strange.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Bring on the Sandra Bullock-fest
What a day.
I came back from WH yesterday, in my brand new truck, and I was doing my best to get through today. It was my boss's last day, and there was a potluck planned, and in typical high-school fashion, it was not good. And then there was an article in the news about our town that just made things worse.
Once again, I wonder why I came here. There are really good, nice people here, I just know it, but it is so hard to remember that on days like this.
I don't doubt that there are jerks at home - indeed, with a population almost the size of the entire Yukon, I'm sure Woodstock is full of them. But I didn't feel like I was constantly butting heads with people. Oh, apparently there's a rumour floating about town about moi - namely, I am actually an American, and I'm here without a work permit. Does this mean I'm being accepted?
So it's time for Sandra Bullock movies, a bottle of Wild Vines, and an early night.
On a tangent, I feel really bad for Sandra Bullock. Way worse than I normally feel when I hear celebrity gossip. Chin up, girl.
I came back from WH yesterday, in my brand new truck, and I was doing my best to get through today. It was my boss's last day, and there was a potluck planned, and in typical high-school fashion, it was not good. And then there was an article in the news about our town that just made things worse.
Once again, I wonder why I came here. There are really good, nice people here, I just know it, but it is so hard to remember that on days like this.
I don't doubt that there are jerks at home - indeed, with a population almost the size of the entire Yukon, I'm sure Woodstock is full of them. But I didn't feel like I was constantly butting heads with people. Oh, apparently there's a rumour floating about town about moi - namely, I am actually an American, and I'm here without a work permit. Does this mean I'm being accepted?
So it's time for Sandra Bullock movies, a bottle of Wild Vines, and an early night.
On a tangent, I feel really bad for Sandra Bullock. Way worse than I normally feel when I hear celebrity gossip. Chin up, girl.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Busy day
After spending Thursday night in a cooler-fuzzed haze of Ashes to Ashes and a blazing fire, and spending Friday regretting the amount of alcohol consumed Thursday night but still drinking a bunch at Matt and Kara's that night, I woke up early this morning.
We were heading out to Little Salmon Lake, where a lady named Bernice was having a yard sale - I was told her husband passed away, and she has sold their house to a couple from Dawson City, and she was getting rid of a ton of stuff. The Went crew picked me up and we drove 45 minutes out to LSL. The sale officially started at 10, according to the ad in the local paper, but people obviously had been there longer than that.
We poked and puttered around - I really wanted an axe or hatchet, so I could chop up some wood and ensure I have kindling, but alas, there was none. I did pick up a couple of jerry cans which is awesome because I have set the wheels in motion for me to pick up a truck in Whitehorse next weekend.
The real find was in the basement, though - I picked up some power tools - namely a Ryobi starter kit containing a drill, a saw, and some batteries. I threw in a box of drill/screw bits, a ratchet set (an old-time favourite, dating back to my time in Ottawa), and a hammer, and I felt ready to conquer the world. (Or at least ready to build my own coffee table.)
When we got back in to Faro, I called up this girl who has a trailer for sale in town and asked if I could come over and see it at some point. Michel had suggested it as an option, and told me to keep an open mind. I borrowed Matt as my "honourary manfolk," and we went over there after a delicious Easter dinner (thanks, Kara!).
I kept my mind open, but have ultimately decided that I'm going to stick with my original plan of moving back to the hotel for the winter. The trailer would require more work than I have time to put into it, and more money than I have to throw around. There is someone else interested in it, and I am going to call the girl up tomorrow and let her know that she can go ahead and tell him OK. I'm going back to the hotel where I can have my own furniture and the satellite TV is included ^_^
All in all, a very good day.
We were heading out to Little Salmon Lake, where a lady named Bernice was having a yard sale - I was told her husband passed away, and she has sold their house to a couple from Dawson City, and she was getting rid of a ton of stuff. The Went crew picked me up and we drove 45 minutes out to LSL. The sale officially started at 10, according to the ad in the local paper, but people obviously had been there longer than that.
We poked and puttered around - I really wanted an axe or hatchet, so I could chop up some wood and ensure I have kindling, but alas, there was none. I did pick up a couple of jerry cans which is awesome because I have set the wheels in motion for me to pick up a truck in Whitehorse next weekend.
The real find was in the basement, though - I picked up some power tools - namely a Ryobi starter kit containing a drill, a saw, and some batteries. I threw in a box of drill/screw bits, a ratchet set (an old-time favourite, dating back to my time in Ottawa), and a hammer, and I felt ready to conquer the world. (Or at least ready to build my own coffee table.)
When we got back in to Faro, I called up this girl who has a trailer for sale in town and asked if I could come over and see it at some point. Michel had suggested it as an option, and told me to keep an open mind. I borrowed Matt as my "honourary manfolk," and we went over there after a delicious Easter dinner (thanks, Kara!).
I kept my mind open, but have ultimately decided that I'm going to stick with my original plan of moving back to the hotel for the winter. The trailer would require more work than I have time to put into it, and more money than I have to throw around. There is someone else interested in it, and I am going to call the girl up tomorrow and let her know that she can go ahead and tell him OK. I'm going back to the hotel where I can have my own furniture and the satellite TV is included ^_^
All in all, a very good day.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Tired and wrung out
This has been a very draining week.
I am swinging through moods like Tarzan after a night of heavy drinking (namely, I am falling a lot), and I am sooooo glad the next four days belong to me and me alone. If everything goes according to plan, by 10pm tonight I should be passed out on my couch after drinking a bottle of fruity wine and eating a pizza. Sweet!
I ordered a new computer today, so in the near future I should be able to be in touch with the outside world more often. Next on the list? Order my truck, maybe buy a mobile home. Perhaps a gun rack? ("A gun rack? I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns, which would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do with a gun rack?")
Wahhhh.
I am swinging through moods like Tarzan after a night of heavy drinking (namely, I am falling a lot), and I am sooooo glad the next four days belong to me and me alone. If everything goes according to plan, by 10pm tonight I should be passed out on my couch after drinking a bottle of fruity wine and eating a pizza. Sweet!
I ordered a new computer today, so in the near future I should be able to be in touch with the outside world more often. Next on the list? Order my truck, maybe buy a mobile home. Perhaps a gun rack? ("A gun rack? I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns, which would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do with a gun rack?")
Wahhhh.
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