Carpe Dum Dum

When it’s –29 with the wind chill factor and I feel like if I don’t do something physically active VERY shortly, I may just tear the head off something … wait a minute, does the GIGANTIC whitehead that finally made it’s appearance this morning count?

The part of my job I LOATH is being away from home. The single parent kid shuffle makes my skin crawl (and get GIANT zits apparently). Naturally three of the previous work related travel/away experiences, Omar lost a tooth on 2/3 of them AND came in first for his Cub Kit Kar race, something else I missed chalked up there with Halloween….SIGH.

I’m feeling immense amounts of pressure to perform at work; however, I don’t feel like I have a moment to myself, nor do I feel I’ve taken a sufficient amount of time to organize lately. In addition, I haven’t gone skiing, jogging, done yoga or any decent skating. The weather is a big factor in that, but so has my job. I feel like I'm headed in every direction without any soul gratifying moments. Hmm....OK, something to change immediately.

The highlights of the past several weeks has been two tiered, since I've missed any real connection with my child, home or pets, it's my romantic life = a BIG breathy sigh reveals the fragrant aroma of the dozen red roses that were delivered to my office and now sit behind me (glancing over my shoulder I notice the OTHER "for no reason" flowers that sit off further on the kitchen counter)…The second tier of happy-happy goodness: We completed with tireless dedication a beautiful backyard rink on schedule for my son’s 8th Birthday.


Did I mention how much I abhor work travel? No, noooo, don’t feel bad for me, just keep in mind when an agenda that looks like this past four days did and they have me scheduled from 8am till 1am and the agenda spans a four day period I have a MOUNTAIN of unanswered and unread work and personal e-mail to attend to, not to mention a neglected territory. See how wonderful it is? I can't blame work solely. The spin off from Christmas, taxes, birthdays, dating too have given me a bag of happy complaints to dig into.

I’m taking a day to recoup, reorganize and go for a frickin walk before I get all pissy about it. ;)

My next mission after seeing the light of day??? Reading blogs!!!

I miss you my fellow bloggers.

"The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabber mouth. "

Believe

Brooks & Dunn do.

We spend it without even thinking about it. We can’t make more of it. We cherish it. We manage it. We justify it. We waste it, we use it. We can’t reuse it. Can’t recycle it. Can’t go back on it. We’re only given a limited supply of it and once it’s gone, it’s gone for good. No matter what, it keeps on pushing forward. No matter what.

Time.
Time heals.
Time walks in.
Time walks out.
Time tells you to trust.
Time tells you to move.
Time tells you to breath.
Time tells you to give up.
Time tells you to forgive.
Time tells you to wake up.
Time tells you to take a stand.
Time tells this little Cherokee Maiden that she can wish in one hand and shit in the other, but one will fill up first.

What does that mean? It means Make IT Happen. It means wishing and dreaming are fine and good but that doesn’t put IT in your hand, you don’t HAVE it, until you go get it.

What is IT? It’s more than a feeling, it’s a heap of memories, it’s a chance, it’s a god willing look at living that taps you into a synchronisity of events that bring you what you have today and what you will work on tomorrow.

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I did something my stylist told me never to do. “Don’t take it out on your hair!” I did. The underside of my hair has been dyed a dark reddish brown with some accents around my face. I fear for where this will go next…It’s the third time I’ve done this. My natural hair colour is brown (when I was born it was black) and my deepest darkest desire has been to go back to brown in some form or another. Blond has been…well, it's been, fun….always good to have some fun.

Shopping. Mom and I put in a good solid eight hours of it today. Troopers. Twas a bountiful load!!! Arrrg!!!! PLUS finally a new bra. This has been an endeavour and any woman with breasts to sling, large or small, can attest to this. I had a bra-stealing episode from my car while attending a gala event and have been stuck with a “make-do” bra while I hunted down a new one. My favourite from La Vie En Rose was discontinued. But. Today, I can stick out my chest in pride! Albeit the VERY BEST THING about my month of unemployment was NOT wearing a bra every day. Ohhhh happiness IS. Time also tells you when to take off your bra!

The new job rocks – too much to write about that. I can say that a highlight aside from all the wonderful men and women I am meeting (I can't remember when I've laughed this much at work - I needed this!) is that I work with a John Candy look alike. You're not Canadian in my books unless you watched SCTV.

"You know what I always say, you don't know what you don't know until you know, and then you know."

Free Hugs,
Nancy













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John Candy

...and a little extra Candy for my sweet tooth ~ I like it sweet ;)

"Oh, he's drunk. How would he know where we're going?"

What a moron.

A Little Gasoline

There are benchmark times in life when it’s appropriate to drown your sorrows a little bit with the tutelary company of your girlfriends. Last night my boyfriend phoned me - no less, to break up with me. Classy. What a prince. Ogres apparently don't have feelings.

Ladies, thanks for last night. I think it’s fair to say my sorrows were drown in no particular order in: tears, laughs, wine (and perhaps some shooters) and the comfort of the most special ingredient, with good friends.

Oh, uh, The Sens won against the Leafs last night 4-1. That's alright by me.

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