I read this quote earlier in the week, when Yasmin Boland had noted it. So very true, I think, and good to remember. It comes from J.M. Barrie:
"Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Always be a little kinder than necessary..." (J.M. Barrie)
I will be back blogging sometime in '07, heh. (And if not, then I hope it's for reasons of being busy in wonderfully good ways.) I had to do some overtime work last weekend, then I was out-of-town mid-week and had a ball... love Montreal... and this weekend, more overtime -- tonight too. I'm in the middle of proofreading a 96-page document right now before it gets sent to the printers tomorrow, so I should probably cut this short.
Much love to everyone. I hope January has been treating everyone well!
Hey everyone! Just stopping in to post a thank you to everyone who has made this week magical... you know who you are. :) And, um, if there's a pic that suddenly shows up in the tabloids, it's not what it looks like, LOL. Don't even ask. ;)
Oi, I am swamped right now, and am working this weekend... lots to do right now! So that's about all I have time for right now. Talk to you all soon, and as always, much love and good energy to everyone. :)
Awesome is the new insane, and insane is the new black
You have no idea. NO IDEA. My mind doth protest. Probably in part because Fall Out Boy's "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race" has been stuck in my head for the last two days. Note to everyone: randomly bursting out into song anywhere and everywhere is a really good way to get yourself strange looks. Which is sad, cos we all need a bit o' sunshine and humour, but still... I do see their point.
For one night, and one night only, I am huddled in my house, fireplace blazing, curtains closed while I believe there are actually palm trees out there, and not the frozen tundra of 30 below. That kind of cold is due cause for any kind of insane (er, I mean "awesome") behaviour, right S? ;) All you "white Christmas" people, see what that kind of thinking brings? Winter. Every year without fail. Even if it happened a couple of weeks after Christmas... So I suggest that next year on this side of the 49th parallel, y'all just work with me and learn the lyrics I wrote for "Green Christmas" when I was seven years old. Trust me on this, it's a much better way to go than burning the world's remaining oil supply with the steadily-running furnaces and cars you have to let heat up in the morning and causing premature deaths via heart attacks from snow shovelling. If you really want, maybe we can arrange to have someone dump a bunch of baking soda on your front lawn if the 25th of December truly *needs* to be "white"... but otherwise? C'mon now. All I'm saying is give green a chance.
At any rate, a small disclaimer for this post... it comes in the midst of various forms of chaos and a brain boggled from editing. I love editing, but when editing something written in English by someone whose first language is not English (nor French) with very literal translation, the brain cells become a little bit like jello come 4 o'clock. Well, they do when compounded with the slight technical glitch of, oh, I don't know... put it this way, I spent a good chunk of time today backing up network folders and things from my C:\ drive, and several thousand people at present moment are not allowed to reboot or power down their computers anytime in the foreseeable future. Ta-da!
In the true spirit of "The Secret" though, as I was driving home today, I just smiled, released the day... and started singing that @)*%)*@ song again.
Dear formerly present non-winter "winter" that was designed just for me...
Dear formerly present non-winter "winter" that was designed just for me:
"Where'd you go? I miss you so... Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone..." No, really, where did you go? I was rather enjoying the December and January of temperatures on the plus side of freezing, the lack of snow (okay, there's not too much snow right now either), the absence of wind chill... and while the majority of the population commented on how bizarre the season was turning out to be, I reveled in it. Happily. Very, very happily. Come back, please. Pico doesn't like the feeling of cold on his paws. ;) (And myself? I don't like the feeling of cold at all, but most of you already knew that!)
The remedy: listening online to a radio station out of Melbourne, Australia where it is currently summer, and imagining myself there. Oh, sweet 30-something Celsius.
I haven't been updating much lately, as the usual free time I had for web-related procrastination has been spent at the gym. I discovered over the holidays that the treadmill has the same beneficial effect as massage therapy, so I've been addicted to the wonderful feeling of muscle looseness to go with the endorphin high that treadmilling brings. (Heh, new verb. I know a couple of university profs who would cringe at that. ;)) So no, this isn't a New Year's resolution or anything, it's just finally something that keeps the computer-related damage under control. And if THAT isn't motivation and inspiration, then nothing is!
Random thought of the week: who knew that getting measured for a dress would require losing my clothes in front of a stranger? Well, maybe those of you who get measured for dresses. Welcome to last night. You learn something new every day! An exhibitionist, I am not. (Shush, S. ;))
That's the update from this world... all I've got for you, for now!
Does this ever bring back memories of my trip to California in 2005, when because of a short time between connecting flights in Calgary, having to clear customs, and a broken conveyor belt, I'd been told my luggage would arrive at LAX on the next flight several hours later, and the fun that began after that time came and went... Interestingly, we did suspect that we were talking to someone in India, and took matters into our own hands, calling the Calgary airport directly and speaking with management and getting rather... assertive, heh. (And because of that, my luggage was delivered at midnight PST, but if we hadn't done that, who knows!)
Rambles that happen when you're stuck in your own made-up time zone
I have no idea what time it is.
I mean yes, I can read the clock and all that, but as for what time it feels like... that is the question. There is Eastern Standard Time (EST) and then there's Family Standard Time (FST). The latter roughly corresponds to Pacific Standard Time (PST) but can occasionally surpass the 3-hour difference in what one might consider normal waking/sleeping hours. I am somewhere in between EST and FST right now. In that foggy little headspace known as The Transition Zone, the strangest things become fascinating. Take, for instance, my discovery that while Windows formatted iPods will work on a Mac -- at least to the extent that iTunes opens and the library of songs and videos on the iPod appears and functions -- when attempting to use a Mac formatted iPod on a PC, iTunes pitches a fit known as the "You must reformat your iPod for Windows" jigga-wha tantrum. Grrrr PC. Grrrr.
Dorky interlude #1: Those Mac/PC commercials on the Apple site crack me up to no end. Especially the Christmas one. I made my dad watch it. I don't think he found it anywhere near as amusing as I did. What can I say, blame the effects of cabin pressure on my brain after having been on 14 flights in 2006. It must do something.
So, having no bodily idea what time it is, and my brain being air travel hung over from the first two flights of 2007, I went and did the most "duh" type thing ever. That is, registered for the wrong night of obedience classes for Pico. I'd gone, intending to register for a night I'd been told there were sessions two weeks ago, but there are no longer classes that night. However, there are classes on two other nights that don't conflict with, you know, everything already scheduled for the month of January. A gazillion points to me for that one. Eeeps. First thing in the morning, I'll be on the phone, pleading exhausted blond moment.
Pico, for his part, is currently fascinated by his reflection in the fireplace. Heh. I guess this is the doggie "mirror phase." Only somehow I doubt the whole theory of the "lack" and desire applies to the canine world. (Yeah, ne'ermind... brain back on pause.) In the last two weeks he's learned how to walk down the stairs (he used to just fly up them, and props to my mom for getting him to go down them), to shake a paw consistently when you ask, and more and more, the "down" (lay down) command, to go along with sit, off, leave it, and up. Smart puppy.
And now, there are decorations to put way and suitcases to unpack, as real life and schedules begin again. Cheers to the holidays that have just passed... cheers to 2006, I'm going to miss you, o' sweetness of a year that you were. If I can get myself organized again (because right now I am sleepy and chaotic!) then 2007 could be the ultimate continuation of all the goodness 2006 was... fingers crossed, and love to all.
Hey all. I know the blogs were lacking over the holiday season. I just got home from my holiday travels, and Pico and I, we are both wiped! So, more soon, and I hope 2007 is treating everyone well. :)
(Pssst to S... I have a new favourite martini, girlie. The cosmopolitan girl has been radically changed for '07!)
