Recently...

Well, Karen and I went to Calgary this past weekend and I finally have some clothes that fit properly (although I still need more). The weekend was a lot of fun, but I'm not sure how much I like Calgary. I also bought a table top barbecue from Costco and stuff from Ikea. Needless to say, it was an expensive weekend. It also rained the entire weekend and all I brought were sandals.
Now, after four days off, I am back to work. All I really have to say is - if people want to know, they can just ask. I am quite entertained by this simple fact.
As well, I also just had a blizzard from DQ. It wasn't very good and it has confirmed that I am still lactose intolerant. (I was just testing. Sometimes I am able to tolerate milk products ... not now apparently).
I am also waiting for people from an ABBA tribute band to call at 3 p.m. and 330 p.m. Then off to home to barbecue stuff for supper...mmm....so good. I will likely clean the kitchen as well and straighten up my room. O, what fun.
Other than that, not much else is new.

Eight years

In two days it will be eight years since Mom died. Seems like forever ago, yet seems like yesterday.

For the love of May

May has returned. I'm going to buy purple flowers and lottery tickets on Sunday.

And the answer is ...

On Monday I wiped out and was happy I saved my tea travel mug from an untimely demise.
On Tuesday I realized I should have been more concerned about dropping my laptop when I wiped out ... but I only thought about this after a screw fell out of it at work.
On Wednesday I realized it doesn't really matter anyways. Because what really does matter anyways? Friendships? Family? Health? Relationships? Or should the question actually be - What really matters to me? After all, we are only number one for ourselves. No one cares about us and our well being as much as we do. It's a true and simple fact. Maybe I should care about others far more than I care about myself, but I'm the only one who truly gets me, just as you are the only one who truly gets you. Nobody knows what truly make another tick. Nobody knows what really makes another person laugh or cry. Or maybe there are those that still do and we simply need to re-evaluate those in our lives who don't seem to make the effort anymore.

What's the saying?

I wiped out this morning on the way to my car - found the only patch of ice and bit the dust ... err, well almost bit the dust. I somehow managed to stay in the upright position (albeit closer to the ground than I would have preferred and with my legs bent in awkwardly funny positions), and even better than that, I kept my tea travel mug in my hand and didn't drop and break it like I was expecting. Breaking it would have been sadly unfortunate seeing as I just replaced one. And they say pride comes before a fall, but I wasn't prideful, I was simply walking to my car to go to work. Maybe I got prideful after that though - thinking I'd fallen without getting hurt. And that was easy to believe until I came home for lunch and decided to walk up four flights of stairs (I am trying to make healthy decisions, and while I may not work out yet, I can walk up the stairs). Unfortunately, that wasn't such a smart idea. It was only then that I realized how much my leg and back muscles hurt. All in all, it was a pretty funny situation, and I am sure would have been even funnier to watch. But thankfully no one saw me ... I think.

Sunday afternoon

I've been really grouchy lately; so grouchy that some days I think I should just stay in bed. Perhaps it's just PMS, but every time I leave the house it seems that someone pisses me off. But there are good things too, so I'll try to focus on that instead of my anger.
I'm all moved into the new place now. We picked up a table and four chairs yesterday at Furniture Haus in Lloyd. It's pretty cute and now makes the kitchen seem like a kitchen - and even better is that my roommate is no longer walking into the lamp. The cats seem to like it here. Often they are tearing around, lose their footing on the laminate flooring and slide into the wall. It's pretty entertaining. A couple of days ago my roommate unpacked a stuffed dog. One cat hissed, her tail stood on end and she literally tried to climb the wall to get away from it. Then we laid it on the floor and she approached it cautiously, only to take a swat at it and back away frightended. She doesn't do that anymore, but still hisses everytime we show it to her. I swear, it could have made it onto funniest home videos.
Right now I'm nursing a headache that just doesn't want to leave and I'm thinking about what I want for supper. What I'd really like is fresh homemade buns. How much does a breadmaker cost anyways?

Get a little perspective ...

I get tired of listening to people whine all of the time. Everyone has problems, pains, issues, etc. etc. etc. No, you're problem isn't bigger than mine, nor is my problem bigger than yours. But take a look in the newspaper and learn there are those out there with much bigger problems than yours. Get a little bit of perspective. Life is about choice. You can choose to focus on all of the crap in your life/the crap you create, or you can choose to focus on the good things in your life. Or you can simply choose to not share it with everyone all of the time. Because the simply fact is that if you are whining about everything all of the time, people just quit listening. It's reality.