Monthly Archives: November 2007

Out of the Closet?

My mum and I chat a bit. About this, about that. It’s always sorta been understood that my family are not “Glass half full” kinda people. Or if the glass was half-full, it would be of seafoam green soy wheat grass carrot juice that you didn’t want anyway. My family makes sarcastic remarks about pretty much anything. In fact, sometimes, I think we’ve pushed the morbid envelope far past it limits (I reference Brandi’s last days when her final vet visit was scheduled and the clock was ticking on her permanent vacation to the doggie farm. It is said at this time, my mum and my sister were known to call out “dead dog walking” as Brandi passed them by in her blissful – albeit very very sick – ignorance). Or at work, when Chantal mentioned that she had restless leg syndrome and I said, “My dad had that.” Pause. “And then he DIED.” I laughed darkly to myself while Chantal shook her head.

As mum and I chatted about some recent events in our lives, mum came to a sudden, stark revelation. We had been saying for the last couple of minutes, “well, it will all work out,” or “you never know what tomorrow will bring” and “It could be worse.” Mum paused at one point and said, “Are we closet optimists?”

Are we? Have we cloaked ourselves in pessimism all these years only to be unmasked as sunny, cheery, optimistic people? Those Silver Lining, Don’t Lose Hope, Let a Smile be your Umbrella People?



Beauty Hurts

Whenever I complain that I’ve broken a nail, most people thing I’m being really wimpy. I’m here to tell you it’s serious business. The photo here is of my right hand (and yes, I am right handed) with my two broken nails. I was getting an oil change at the minit lube and had to pop my hood. When I pulled on the handle, it was a little sticky and tough, so I really yanked. The hood popped and so did two of my nails, ripping off to the quick. I can’t even get them fixed until they heal.


And I was SO happy with the new color too! Blue Oyster. That’s what I get for being so vain…
I should also mention that this has just happened as my middle finger has finally healed from a cut I had to get a teatnus shot for. This totally sux!

Busy Squirrell

Dudes. I’m, exhausted. I don’t like to be too busy. I prefer to have my weekends be sloth filled hours of sitting on the couch watching telly, and then maybe a nap. During the week, I don’t go out, other than to go to work. But I’ve been a busy squirrell lately. Since coming back from the writer’s conference in Vancouver, I’ve been dutifully working on my book, trying to get 500 words a day. I have been pretty successful. Then I had a few nights over at my mum’s. This weekend I’m off to the Bloomin inn to go scrapbooking so I spent last night pulling paper and packing. Next weekend I’m off to Lethbridge to visit Heidi, pick up my dress, and hopefully have a girls lunch with Heidi and Jenny. The weekend after that, Heidi is up here.

I know it doesn’t seem like much, but to me, this is a jam packed schedule! If I didn’t have to meet with the lawyers today for work, I would stay at home and nap!