So today I learnt that Leap Year is meant to signify a day of doing things one wouldn't normally do. Apparently this is mainly played out by women being allowed (?!) or expected (...?) to do the proposing in relationships. And I heard that if she's rejected then you have to give her a box of rescued cats and a book on crocheting and knitting to usher her into her old maid days. If she's over 19, then you just put her down.
This might be dated information.
29 February 2012
04 February 2012
My Friend Rhonda
Probably gonna embarrass the both of us by doing this but I just feel the neeeed.
Was one of those weird situations where you meet and find out all the weird near misses and connections that preceded. Her father-in-law worked with my Dad for, like, a decade and we both worked at the same place at different times. Probably if we'd met then we wouldn't have been friends as the age difference was just enough that I'd be super lame. Well, lamer.
Anyway, I worked at Sears in Nanaimo, she worked at Sears in Victoria and her and her hubby Will were lucky enough to come move to Nanaimo. I know they've neeeeever regretted it. (Sarcasm)
I"m super awkward and I don't like stranger danger which is weird cos in the capacity of dealing with the public, I seem to be fine. I guess it's the threshold of meeting people in a personal sense, ie. coworkers, friends of friends, friends of boyfriend, etc. that makes me uncomfortable.
So my Dad told me, through the grapevine, that she was transferring to my store and he thought it was into my department. I'd just graduated high school the year before and was going through this weird time where I just mutually didn't see or hear from any of my old friends. I was kind of a hermit.
So I was sort of weirdly aflutter about meeting this new person who seemed to pop out of my family woodwork. I looked at the schedule and saw when she was coming in the first time, a few hours after I started. I was nervous cos, as I said, stranger danger.
Anyway, I was coming back from my break and putting my bag away and she arrived and I, because this is what I do, just burst out my salutation. Kind of like this.
(like the knee high socks, Rhonda?)
Maybe the same week or the same day or the same sentence, I don't remember which, I asked if she would like to hang out lol and she said yeah, sure. See? you had a chance to escape!
I found out she lived just down the road from me, even better. So we decided on going for a walk to get some tea/coffee. On the day, it was raining really really hard. Like, sideways stinging rain. But I was game if she was and I guess she was cos we went anyway. Thus began a super extra trend of going for walks in stupid conditions.
I am really glad that she stuck it out cos who else would appreciate the finer nuances of saying gross words in gross voices? I think it happens every time we see each other. And the voice that other people assume is an accent.
When Rhonda told me she and Will were expecting I was SUPER excited. I won't deny it was a small part of why I moved back from Vancouver to Nanaimo, heh. Rhonda's pregnancy gave rise to an awesome practice that is buying a cheese pizza and putting as many toppings on it as possible. She's a super pro at this game cos, like me, she likes to eat everything. Except cilantro.
Anyway. The point I'm trying to make is sometimes someone walks into your life and you're the better for it. I haven't held on to many friends but I'm really glad I've clung to this one. Thank you buddy, and thank you for still being my friend half a world away.
sniffle.
Mees you.
Was one of those weird situations where you meet and find out all the weird near misses and connections that preceded. Her father-in-law worked with my Dad for, like, a decade and we both worked at the same place at different times. Probably if we'd met then we wouldn't have been friends as the age difference was just enough that I'd be super lame. Well, lamer.
Anyway, I worked at Sears in Nanaimo, she worked at Sears in Victoria and her and her hubby Will were lucky enough to come move to Nanaimo. I know they've neeeeever regretted it. (Sarcasm)
I"m super awkward and I don't like stranger danger which is weird cos in the capacity of dealing with the public, I seem to be fine. I guess it's the threshold of meeting people in a personal sense, ie. coworkers, friends of friends, friends of boyfriend, etc. that makes me uncomfortable.
So my Dad told me, through the grapevine, that she was transferring to my store and he thought it was into my department. I'd just graduated high school the year before and was going through this weird time where I just mutually didn't see or hear from any of my old friends. I was kind of a hermit.
So I was sort of weirdly aflutter about meeting this new person who seemed to pop out of my family woodwork. I looked at the schedule and saw when she was coming in the first time, a few hours after I started. I was nervous cos, as I said, stranger danger.
Anyway, I was coming back from my break and putting my bag away and she arrived and I, because this is what I do, just burst out my salutation. Kind of like this.
Maybe the same week or the same day or the same sentence, I don't remember which, I asked if she would like to hang out lol and she said yeah, sure. See? you had a chance to escape!
I found out she lived just down the road from me, even better. So we decided on going for a walk to get some tea/coffee. On the day, it was raining really really hard. Like, sideways stinging rain. But I was game if she was and I guess she was cos we went anyway. Thus began a super extra trend of going for walks in stupid conditions.
I am really glad that she stuck it out cos who else would appreciate the finer nuances of saying gross words in gross voices? I think it happens every time we see each other. And the voice that other people assume is an accent.
When Rhonda told me she and Will were expecting I was SUPER excited. I won't deny it was a small part of why I moved back from Vancouver to Nanaimo, heh. Rhonda's pregnancy gave rise to an awesome practice that is buying a cheese pizza and putting as many toppings on it as possible. She's a super pro at this game cos, like me, she likes to eat everything. Except cilantro.
Anyway. The point I'm trying to make is sometimes someone walks into your life and you're the better for it. I haven't held on to many friends but I'm really glad I've clung to this one. Thank you buddy, and thank you for still being my friend half a world away.
sniffle.
Mees you.
24 January 2012
Laura's Little Bakery: Cupcakes for the win!
So I met a lovely lady named Laura (how is that for alliteration, high school english teachers) a few days ago. She has just (as in yesterday) opened a new cupcakery shop in town and it's super awesome. There's something really nice about a city that truly embraces and supports a local business owner and really, you have to be a villain to not appreciate a cupcake.
So... I met her through Saif who knows through her through the weird connectedness of twitter. He asked her if she was hiring and she asked if I could drop off my CV the next day. Yes Please! I can't actually describe how perfect this sort of job is for me, my waist line notwithstanding. I told my Mum and my friend Hillary and they were both like, "Wow, that's perfect for you". Here's hoping. The espresso machine is different to the one I'm used to but I should be able to handle it.
The place is called Laura's Little Bakery, and Laura herself is really lovely. It was one of those weird times where you meet someone for the first time but it's kind of deja vu-like, like you've met them before. I don't feel so dorky saying that, cos she commented on it too. I felt pretty comfortable fairly fast around her which is unusual for me, as everyone knows.
She offered to give me a trial at first and I was all butterflies in my tummy about it, but she had to get back to her baking as it was the evening before she opened shop. Saif and I went for groceries next door at Tesco and I kept feeling guilty because she looked like she might have needed a hand and she was there by herself, trying to pull it all together. Pretty impressive, but I just had this niggling feeling and I told Saif, who told me to just go ask her. I went back and asked if I could help with anything and she let me. : ) I felt like a weirdo and I was worried she'd feel I was trying to force her hand in hiring me, but she told me she appreciated it and that it showed initiative. Well, I'll be.
I hope I was helpful in the end, I washed up the dishes, mopped the cafe floor, washed down the counter tops... trying to also keep out of the way cos she seemed to have about 8 hands doing 8 different things at once.
She dropped me off at home with some cupcakes and I settled down with a cup of tea to see that she had tweeted about me. "A very lovely girl offered some help this afternoon which was truly amazing and one way to get yourself hired on the spot! :)" Sounds promising. Did I pass the trial? : D
I guess I'll have to wait to find out.
All in all, I'm pretty excited to start on Thursday.
This is Laura. If you're in Liverpool please stop by and support this super worthy little cupcake cafe.
So... I met her through Saif who knows through her through the weird connectedness of twitter. He asked her if she was hiring and she asked if I could drop off my CV the next day. Yes Please! I can't actually describe how perfect this sort of job is for me, my waist line notwithstanding. I told my Mum and my friend Hillary and they were both like, "Wow, that's perfect for you". Here's hoping. The espresso machine is different to the one I'm used to but I should be able to handle it.
The place is called Laura's Little Bakery, and Laura herself is really lovely. It was one of those weird times where you meet someone for the first time but it's kind of deja vu-like, like you've met them before. I don't feel so dorky saying that, cos she commented on it too. I felt pretty comfortable fairly fast around her which is unusual for me, as everyone knows.
She offered to give me a trial at first and I was all butterflies in my tummy about it, but she had to get back to her baking as it was the evening before she opened shop. Saif and I went for groceries next door at Tesco and I kept feeling guilty because she looked like she might have needed a hand and she was there by herself, trying to pull it all together. Pretty impressive, but I just had this niggling feeling and I told Saif, who told me to just go ask her. I went back and asked if I could help with anything and she let me. : ) I felt like a weirdo and I was worried she'd feel I was trying to force her hand in hiring me, but she told me she appreciated it and that it showed initiative. Well, I'll be.
I hope I was helpful in the end, I washed up the dishes, mopped the cafe floor, washed down the counter tops... trying to also keep out of the way cos she seemed to have about 8 hands doing 8 different things at once.
She dropped me off at home with some cupcakes and I settled down with a cup of tea to see that she had tweeted about me. "A very lovely girl offered some help this afternoon which was truly amazing and one way to get yourself hired on the spot! :)" Sounds promising. Did I pass the trial? : D
I guess I'll have to wait to find out.
All in all, I'm pretty excited to start on Thursday.
This is Laura. If you're in Liverpool please stop by and support this super worthy little cupcake cafe.
15 January 2012
Why I, Very Understandably, Don't Like Geese
When I was a wee one, we went to Westwood Lake for a day. I was happily splashing about and spied some of the EVIL EVIL geese that make a home of the lake and a toilet of the beach. I was SUPER excited and wanted to feed said geese cos that's just how a toddler brain works.
So I grabbed whatever food I could get, I don't even remember what. It could have been a stick or some mud to be honest, but let's pretend it was a peace offering of some yummy bird friendly bread. I marched up and gently gave the food to the nearest, and as I remember, biggest mega goose ever.
The goose was at first surprised.
Then this happened:
It HISSED at me with it's tongue vibrating indignantly, it spread its wings and then this happened:
I must have blacked out cos I don't remember anything but running away forever.
The End.
So I grabbed whatever food I could get, I don't even remember what. It could have been a stick or some mud to be honest, but let's pretend it was a peace offering of some yummy bird friendly bread. I marched up and gently gave the food to the nearest, and as I remember, biggest mega goose ever.
The goose was at first surprised.
Then this happened:
It HISSED at me with it's tongue vibrating indignantly, it spread its wings and then this happened:
The End.
14 January 2012
Benedict Cumberbatch
Is a very British name.
He's playing Sherlock Holmes in a modern interpretation on the BBC. It's pretty good, guys, check it out.
He's playing Sherlock Holmes in a modern interpretation on the BBC. It's pretty good, guys, check it out.
13 January 2012
Memory # 2, or, One of the Best Christmas Presents Ever
There was this Christmas when I was about 10 and Alex, my sister, 2.
She was old enough to be sad about there being no snow on Christmas, which we were used to cos at my Gran's house, we usually have at least a little bit. When I was wee, my Gramps used to tell me it was my job to shovel one of the following off the roof: a) the snow or, b) reindeer poop or, c) both. I was mostly sure it was a joke so I'd laugh big along with the adults but secretly I'd wonder, heh.
So yeah. We had the green Christmas blues.
This is us being sad. Or maybe we didn't have vertabrae.
But in any case, my Dad and my Uncle disappeared for a few hours while we moped about, probably being quite annoying.
They came back in the late afternoon with a truckload of snow! It was awesome. They'd driven the truck up some mountain, I don't even know where, and shoveled it into the back, came back and shoveled it all into an amazing waist deep pile of snow in the front yard.
Alex and I played and frolicked and ate as much snow as we could. We came in when it was dark, rosy cheeked, exhausted and happy. So thanks Dad and Uncle Lee.
(Also, I didn't do a great job of expressing the wonder of my Uncle Lee's mullet in those days. I am sorry.)
Just goes to prove that it isn't the big price presents that mean the most.
She was old enough to be sad about there being no snow on Christmas, which we were used to cos at my Gran's house, we usually have at least a little bit. When I was wee, my Gramps used to tell me it was my job to shovel one of the following off the roof: a) the snow or, b) reindeer poop or, c) both. I was mostly sure it was a joke so I'd laugh big along with the adults but secretly I'd wonder, heh.
So yeah. We had the green Christmas blues.
But in any case, my Dad and my Uncle disappeared for a few hours while we moped about, probably being quite annoying.
They came back in the late afternoon with a truckload of snow! It was awesome. They'd driven the truck up some mountain, I don't even know where, and shoveled it into the back, came back and shoveled it all into an amazing waist deep pile of snow in the front yard.
Alex and I played and frolicked and ate as much snow as we could. We came in when it was dark, rosy cheeked, exhausted and happy. So thanks Dad and Uncle Lee.
(Also, I didn't do a great job of expressing the wonder of my Uncle Lee's mullet in those days. I am sorry.)
Just goes to prove that it isn't the big price presents that mean the most.
12 January 2012
The Sunset A Few Hours Ago:
Better than T V. Except British TV that doesn't have censorship. Would have blown 14 year old me's mind. Late night Showcase has nothing on British Television. For reals.
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