You Don't Know Me As A Whole Person

I have once again proven to myself how incredibly week I am.  I helped Adam tonight moving a few small pieces that require two people to carry.  He's hoping to finish the single person items tomorrow so when his reinforcements show up in the afternoon it will just be a few key pieces.  So tonight we moved his tv and his keyboard.  He's moving into a cool third story walk up near Christie Pits.  I approve, for the record.  After the tv I was already feeling weak.  Adam carried the keyboard alone and all I had to carry was the keyboard stand and the fold-up stool.  By the time we got from the car to his front door I needed a break.  I told Adam to go up ahead knowing I was going to struggle.  At about 1 1/2 flights I took another break, and only half a flight from the top I asked Adam to come back and take one of the pieces.  I literally couldn't lift both at once!!!  Oh boy.  He's big and strong so he'll be able to handle the rest of it tomorrow alone.

He told me the most hilarious story the other night.  I've lost a bit of the context but a driver exiting a commercial parking lot got pissed at him and honked and then gave him the finger as she drove off.  And he leaned out his window and yelled, "You don't know me as a whole person!"  I just died.  I almost couldn't breathe for 5 seconds and then laughed for a good minute.  Good times.  We've also taken to adding "total bonus important" to things we talk about.  The cherry danish became "Total bonus cherry danish important.  And commenting on the amount of snow Calgary has gotten became "Total bonus big time snow important."  Or as a shortened version, TBBTSI.

I made a big mistake today.  I wanted to use up an egg that I'd had for a while.  I thought it would be ok.  And even though I was using it raw in a salad dressing I paid no heed to my own apprehensions and went ahead and used it.  What I did pay for was that decision.

My mom is having a surgery tomorrow.  So I'll be thinking of her in the morning.  And then my brother and I are going to go see her afterwards with our dad.  I've never been put under, so I don't understand the stress that comes with that.  I can only hope everything works out alright.  More like delude myself into thinking nothing could possibly go wrong, and carry on as usual.

Work is good.  I'm slowly getting used to getting up at 6:15.  Though I often push it to 6:30.  I love my half Fridays, and pretty much everything else.

I just emailed Sim about Nanowrimo.  I think I might actually try this.  I'm not a writer, but I think it would be an interesting challenge.  I may just get stuck at the creative part, ie. the beginning, but I will at least give it a go.

Time for bed

Le fin.

Little Face Mitt

This might be the funniest Mitt prank I've seen all election.
http://littlefacemitt.tumblr.com/

Lazy Girl Falls Off Chair While Reaching For Food

Today we catch up with Julie, who in attempt to grab her lunch bag from a seated position, fell to the ground with the chair still wrapped around her.

"I thought I'd be able to reach the bag no problem," Julie responded in defense of her fall.  "I swear it was just within my reach."  She admits with reservation that she came dangerously close to face planting, all for the sake of a mid-morning snack.

When asked if she would attempt another seated-pick-up Julie just laughed and yes, yes she would.  And she wouldn't be surprised if she continues to fall on her face on a semi-regular basis.

-Dissociated Press-

Overheard at Work #2

I was talking to my boss today and a few funny things came up.  The second of which I actually started laughing and couldn't stop for almost 30 seconds.

Boss: I saw that singer on the National on Sunday
Me: Gord Downie, I saw that too.
Boss: I couldn't understand a fucking word he was saying.

And in reference to someone messing up her tax payments;
Boss: ...I would commit harikari.

Gooood times.

12 Mile Lake Thanksgiving Getaway

Some shots from the weekend:

 The new fireplace.  It kept us warm as long as it was going.

The driveway was a mosaic of autumn colours.  I took another photo and made a puzzle out of it.  - http://www.jigzone.com/puzzles/D715D4D106E?z=0

My dad's old hang out, in his hay-day.

I call it Church beach but clearly I'm wrong.  It's also not on Church Rd which I also call it.  This is the beach I will forever remember being stranded on with my canoe when I ended up walking home waist deep around the shoreline.

Once Upon a Midnight Dreary

My mom has for a long time been offering to buy me a piece of original art.  She morbidly says it'll be for me to remember her by.  We've been to many art shows and galleries together looking around for just the right piece.  I've come close a few times, but this past weekend I finally found what will be part one of my deadly gifts.

It's actually a crow and not a raven.  I guessed wrong, but was corrected by the artist.  We picked it up going on the Haliburton Artisan tour that takes place over the Thanksgiving weekend.  My brother picked up a lady holding a glass, and last year my parents got a three little birdies on a post that goes in the garden.  So that's probably it for us buying from him but it's been well worth it.  The artist is clearly massively talented.  I don't quite have the right spot for this fella' in my current space, but he will eventually find his proper home.  I still have some funds left over to get a painting when I find the right one.

Overheard at Work #1

I have a feeling I am going to have several of these moments in the near future:

Guy 1: *ranting about the NHL lockout*
Guy 2:  Fuck sports, fuck the media, fuck the gov't, fuck everything!
Guy 3: That's it guys, we're going off the grid.

My Music @ Work

I'm extremely grateful Adam got me off my butt and down to the free Hip show last night.  They are still going on today and tomorrow at the Supermarket in Kensington.  I do hate waiting in line for anything, but for them I will make an exception.  Love, love, love.