tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59797722011-04-21T16:13:16.309-07:00*sigh* yes, it has come to this......a story of a life that exists in cyberspace. but which is it? the story....or the life?Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comBlogger1701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1151992082617524832006-07-03T22:37:00.001-07:002006-07-03T22:48:02.620-07:00 Two sides + a Mystery Headed out with my girls last night, not really in the mood to party, but I have learned that those are the nights that turn out the best. A little worn/down out and disgruntled from another tearful and painful discussion with the girl, left me in no mood to go out dancing at an all girl event........not to mention late. But you will come to learn that my girls do not take Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1151992010017407442006-07-03T22:37:00.000-07:002006-07-03T22:46:50.030-07:00 Two sides + a Mystery Headed out with my girls last night, not really in the mood to party, but I have learned that those are the nights that turn out the best. A little worn/down out and disgruntled from another tearful and painful discussion with the girl, left me in no mood to go out dancing at an all girl event........not to mention late. But you will come to learn that my girls do not take Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1151389911047293522006-06-26T22:53:00.000-07:002006-06-26T23:31:51.060-07:00 Fall My heart feels like the last flower of summer.... She pushed through the last snow of winter, to reach for the emerging heat of spring. Waiting for the ups and downs of temperatures to subside and transition her into summer bloom. The warm sun, the soft rains, the flowing breezes. In the heat of high summer, where sweat rolls of brows, her petals opened and revealled full efflorescence of Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1150092815569834652006-06-11T23:00:00.000-07:002006-06-11T23:13:35.586-07:00 stalker Wow! No posts for a whole year, and now two in one day! What could cause such a phenomena? Why a stalker of course? One blocked call, on my cell, last night around midnight, that I didn't answer. Weird that I actually had the phone beside me because I was using as an alarm. And then the phone rang tonight during dinner. Twice. I picked up the second time, figuring it was something Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1150075807054030012006-06-11T18:11:00.000-07:002006-06-11T18:32:24.566-07:00Knowing and Not Knowing....(*sidenote*: wow! it's been a year and 5 days since I have posted to this blog. that's really beyond comprehension for me. soooooooooo much has happened in that year, again lacking comprehension. i shall remember to do a year in review soon)If you have ever had that feeling of being exactly where you are supposed to be, then you will understand what I felt when I walkedKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1118087213064657272005-06-06T12:41:00.000-07:002005-06-06T12:46:53.070-07:00~ News Flash ~ :: Designer Quits Job and Survives ::This just in...... A Vancouver designer just resigned from her detrimentally-comfortable production position in the historic Gastown offices of XXX Design Group. Our sources tell us that she slipped in the news at the end of a phone conversation and it was well received with understanding as to why it needs to be so. Yep, so no more kidding Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1118079691297040362005-06-06T10:29:00.000-07:002005-06-06T10:41:31.303-07:00Plant Care-Taker Needed:I've finally committed. I'm quitting my contract position.Well, okay 90% the way there, I just have to tell my boss. Yeah, I know that's the most important part, but everytime I'm on the phone with him it's like the words get lodged in my throat and won't come forth. It's a break-up of sorts. And I've always maintained that it's easier to be the dumped.I think I've even Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1115928181461867742005-05-12T12:57:00.000-07:002005-05-12T13:03:01.533-07:00Still hereSo, you're still here, huh? Reading my cranial splurge, which happens to prevent it's ultimate demise in the form of migraine that will lead to brain hemmorage.I've missed you, even though the pages have been blank for some time, thank-you for coming back. You provide a random support and ecouragement, that I appreciate. It helps in just knowing that someone is thinking about you even Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1115927447275312232005-05-12T12:30:00.000-07:002005-05-12T12:56:20.996-07:00Can't see the future for the clouds.....I'm looking ahead into to my future and I feel like I am looking for the mountain peak through the clouds. I know the peak is there, it's just logical, in time it will reveal itself. But how I get to it and what I want that journe to be is convoluded and hard to see........The 411 is I have hired a business coach and the homework for next week is to produceKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1115153591687715202005-05-03T13:45:00.000-07:002005-05-03T13:53:11.690-07:00I'm a having a day where I want to sit down and write to everyone I know how much I value their friendships and what specifically each person means to me. I want to write my family and tell them how much I love them, and how horribly I miss them, despite the fact I know I'm where I'm supposed to be. And that everytime I hear Michael Bouble's song "Home" I cry, every time.Maybe my mood is Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1114548047032778032005-04-26T13:39:00.000-07:002005-04-26T13:40:47.033-07:00* Freebies * No more.Just writing that here to remind myself. Two clients lately have completed abused my generosity, and I refuse to allow myself to be stepped on anymore. It's full rate for EVERYONE now. Just thank them for screwing it up.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1110311619149188302005-03-08T11:44:00.000-08:002005-03-08T11:53:39.150-08:00* New Post *Pinky is ranting for a new post, so here it is, but where do I start? My month and a half haieduos (sp?) from blogging has left me with too much to post about and not enough time to do it with.I could claim insanity for the reason for not posting. But that is an old news. And so is too much work. And if you can believe it the workload has gotten bigger. All the time I hear, "I don't Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1105512921261395772005-01-11T22:54:00.000-08:002005-01-11T22:55:21.260-08:00failed juggling act
An email to a close friend:
I'm having a fun night. I just had to repay a new client his deposit back as I dropped the ball on the project - according to him and his ever changing project specs, and short fuse. I CAN admit that I wasn't great with communications over the last couple of days, had to do with being slammed with another project for a more important client, Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1104567332812333452005-01-01T01:11:00.000-08:002005-01-01T00:15:32.813-08:00"s"
is for Sucked. my New Years sucked, and perhaps I said it a little to loud in the company that I kept at the end of the night while leaving a drunken msg on a friend's v.m. I do hope I didn't totally offend them, as it has nothing to do with them and all to do with crappy music and the rest of the attendees of the event, save one. one who I had great fun making her acquaintance and playing, Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1104385478584967872004-12-29T21:35:00.000-08:002004-12-29T21:44:38.586-08:00"stuff"
Random thoughts, that as a list somehow all connect.
1. I intended to do a list, even BEFORE I flipped to Pinky's page to see what's up, and saw SHE did it first.
2. I haven't posted in 28 days!!!
3. Falling off the earth can be fun - but hasn't been the case here.
4. I no longer drive relaxed at 160km/hr on the 401 - damn asian drivers and BC highways
5. I'm a bad, bad, bad, did I Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1101928497287740262004-12-01T10:59:00.000-08:002004-12-01T11:14:57.286-08:00things
I had good intentions of posting yesterday, however apparently blogger took a holiday without notice. Glad to see it's back at it hosting my intermitant ramblings. I believe I did have something of interest to post, but that was yesterday, and breakfast is already a distant memory.
It's taken me a good ..............my god, it's been two weeks since I got back!!! (where does the time Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1101245170881304082004-11-23T13:16:00.000-08:002004-11-23T13:26:10.880-08:00celebrating successes
if you have yet to figure it out yet i am rather more inclined to scrutinize my mistakes and hold my nose to the grindstone until it hurts. however i am having a moment and thought i would share some of my recent accomplishements:
1) i actually took 5 days off, avoided all work, checked my email only once, and quickly ended two incoming client calls - this all is just Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1101164904532331632004-11-22T14:41:00.000-08:002004-11-22T15:08:24.533-08:00outside the window
there is an elderly man in a motorized wheelchair rolling down the road. he is rocking forward as if to urge it on just a bit faster.
reminds me of myself and life.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1101052361129248182004-11-21T07:34:00.000-08:002004-11-21T07:52:41.130-08:00barking at wood
if i told you that yesterday my dog was barking at a piece of wood, you would more than likely look at me with a blank stare of "so what?". but it's so much more than that.
chelsea (forementioned dog) and i went for a walk down 10th yesterday, which is out own little neighbourhood downtown. much to my surprise and delite she actually stayed in on spot, tied to the post, while I Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1100966753668726402004-11-20T07:44:00.000-08:002004-11-20T08:05:53.670-08:00let's hear it for the boys
alright, so i figure it's time i pulled myself out of my head and deliver the stories of Cali. as promised.
we spent all of saturday in the Desert Cities, visiting friends who live in Cathedral City. all of the Desert Cities seem to run into one another without concern, Rancho Mirage, Cathedral City, Palm Springs. unless you actually live there you really wouldn't Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1100736930228529842004-11-17T16:11:00.000-08:002004-11-17T16:15:30.230-08:00the way the universe handles things
sometimes the universe throws things at you, and then you find yourself the pot calling the kettle black.
in this weeks perfomance the role of the pot will be played by yours truly.
*sigh*
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1100732187288944902004-11-17T14:41:00.000-08:002004-11-17T16:17:35.070-08:00Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,
*wondering* : ? : ifKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1100718164165206542004-11-17T10:48:00.000-08:002004-11-17T14:40:00.286-08:00 my very own planetarium
as the plane travelled from LAX to YVR a clear darkness enveloped us. outside my window seat was revealled another world of patterns and symbols assembled by the stars, my own personal planetarium. nothing like the universe to put our small piece of existence into perspective.
below, the cloud cover made the lamp light of the cities look like other galaxies far, far Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1100410337340040532004-11-13T21:22:00.000-08:002004-11-13T21:32:17.340-08:00finally!
after what seemed like years I made it to LA yesterday, but didn't make it to sip something sweet on the sunset strip to watching things sweeter walk by.
i arrived at the airport at 5am, cleared customs, got breakfast, as was sitting at boarding gate 92 by 6:15. we were SUPPOSED to board at 6:30........then 7:00.......then 7:20........then 8:00.........then they shut the screens Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1099982498568385582004-11-08T22:25:00.000-08:002004-11-08T22:41:38.570-08:00 take your feelings and get the f* out
i have a beef. and it's with one of our friends, one half of a couple. but i can't really say anything, because 1) it would be inappropriate by the "rules of society" 2) because i don't know the WHOLE story. but i do feel i know enough to comment here.
i just found out yesterday that the forementioned couple are splitting up. they are new-ish friends who Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1099380256535188862004-11-01T23:23:00.000-08:002004-11-01T23:24:16.536-08:00change
..........and tomorrow the world will change.
or will it?
if you are a stars and stripes bearer please vote Kerry.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1099334631418240912004-11-01T10:24:00.000-08:002004-11-01T10:43:51.416-08:00me & my dad
my relationship with my dad consisted of two modes for many years. one of me living in fear of a being greater than me. and the other of him and i butting heads because we are so much alike; driven, stubborn, demanding, straight to the point - even if it hurts (don't ask me my opinion if you don't really want to hear it), and underneath it all a big softie. i often wonder if the onlyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1099064128137157152004-10-29T08:28:00.000-07:002004-10-29T08:35:28.136-07:00take your feedback and shove it
an email i got yesterday from my boss at the gym i don't like teaching at, addressed "feedback":
" Hi K,
You know I think you do a great spin class but there was feedback about your class with a couple of concerns so I wanted to pass them along. They were concerned because the class started late and ended early. I realize that it can be tough if there is a Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1098986025127729622004-10-28T10:44:00.000-07:002004-10-28T10:53:45.126-07:00review
i just went back and looked at the goals i set for mylself 11 months ago. to be fair i shouldn't be evaluating until the end of Dec., but then i never did say i played fair, did i?
they were as follows:
Company:
Break 34,000 (not including spin classes)
- done, and i still have two months to go
Add 7 new clients to list - 4-5 returning
- definitely sure about the 7, have to check on theKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1098968981599475232004-10-28T06:07:00.000-07:002004-10-28T06:09:41.600-07:00she likes it!
i met with a top vancouver photographer the other day to discuss my new business idea. she loved it would be an understatement! she has offered to do some research with her wedding couples, which is fabulous news for me. better yet, once the product is developed and ready to go she is willing to pimp it. excellent!
next step, meet with a wedding planner next week. and find some Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1098853388625060652004-10-26T21:57:00.000-07:002004-10-26T22:03:08.626-07:00headed south
i didn't realize my last post was SO long ago! i really did think that i had posted after that, guess i hit the snooze button on my blog one too many times!
i am indeed off to LA! i leave on the 12th and couldn't be more excited.
many small things have fallen by the wayside lately, and i'm trying to pick them all up and put them in a nice pile called my TO DO list.
things on the Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1098853024619050472004-10-26T21:44:00.000-07:002004-10-26T21:57:04.620-07:00White Lions
the clouds have finally parted and revealed the glory of white lions. snow is falling on the mountains and all anyone can talk about is the ski/snowboard season.
i don't remember if i have talked about the lions before, they are two twin peaks that reside at the backside of Cypress Mountain (the furthest of the 3 that rule the northern Vancouver skyline). they are located side by Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1098027621741169882004-10-17T08:30:00.000-07:002004-10-17T08:40:21.740-07:00 LA bound?
the thought is in my head that if my boss doesn't let me go this time then i just might quit. last time i was planning on booking a last minute jet-away he got all antsy because we had a major project rolling and he couldn't deal without me. well, didn't that project just stall for two weeks, right when i was supposed to have left?!
my parents are attending a conference in LA in Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097934029770102672004-10-16T06:33:00.000-07:002004-10-16T06:40:29.770-07:00 big ideassssssssssssss
so if you checked the time on my last post, and the date, if you are a quick and inquiring mind, you might have asked:
wtf is she doing up at 6am on a Saturday morning?
i have an idea, that woke me up, and kept me up. so I am declaring the official start of my 2nd business plan. (and in case you missed it, I am a workaholic - NOT that it's a bad thing - if you're Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097933588550120672004-10-16T06:10:00.000-07:002004-10-16T06:41:10.136-07:00 hit me over the head a 100 times
fact: i'm thick headed and thinned skinned.
you can hit me over the head with a thought or concept 100, heck, 1,000 times, and until I am ready to hear it / see it / embrace it, you might as well tell me once, make sure i heard you, and then go talk to a wall - someone passing by might hear you, get it, and then you won't be wasting your breath.
BUT make an Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097854163417775122004-10-15T08:24:00.000-07:002004-10-15T08:29:23.416-07:00 never been good at admitting
i don't know if i am any good at a poker face or not. what i do know is that i am horrible at admitting when i am sick or injured.
proof of that: finishing the last 3 laps of a mountian bike race after breaking my thumb on the first, on one of the hardest eastern Canada courses. keep in mind you need your thumb to break!
yesterday i just didn't want to admit thatKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097777573439604832004-10-14T11:09:00.000-07:002004-10-14T11:12:53.440-07:00 in my jammies
here i sit sluched in my chair, in my jammies, working.
i've taken a sick day, and i am sick, my throat feels like someone took sandpaper to it and my ribs like someone decided to try out their new steel toes.
though with so much work beconing i feel better "resting" infront of the computer, and getting stuff done.
i will however lay down for a nap, soon, REAL soon.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097523899425196922004-10-11T13:33:00.000-07:002004-10-11T12:44:59.426-07:00 all around the mulberry bush......
the monkey chased the weasel, daa - da - daa - da-da-da-da-da, *POP* goes the weasel.
though i can't remember all the words to that children's song, i do remember turning the crank on my jack-in-the-box as it chimed out the tune. my internal workings, simplified, are not unlike my childhood toy.
over time as the crank is turned, and the spring tightens, and Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097255231302240542004-10-08T10:04:00.000-07:002004-10-08T10:07:11.303-07:00 white flag
have you ever reached the point where you just want to raise the white flag and surrender?
i'm there. i hoist the sucker just want to sleep for days, at this point even a month sounds grand! but unfortunately reality doesn't work that way.
please send jelly donuts.
why?
cause it's the only thing my aching head could come up with right now.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097179069698946422004-10-07T13:30:00.000-07:002004-10-07T12:57:49.696-07:00 processing
i've been rank lately. at times just downright rude and irritable. the only one who really gets the brunt of it is the girl, since she is the only person i really see for any legnth of time. or she also the only person around me that isn't a client or student all for whom i am expected - if i want to keep the business - to put on a smiley happy face for. in the moments where i am Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1097010089099648392004-10-05T13:49:00.000-07:002004-10-05T14:01:29.100-07:00 free advertising
Tonight I am going to see the long awaited documentary on the first transgendered athlete allowed to compete at a national and international level.
The issue sparked controversy in the mountain bike industry two years ago. Which then rippled up through the levels of sport, through the Canadian Cycling Association, right to the International Olympic Committee. The big questionKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1096944543803611242004-10-04T19:35:00.000-07:002004-10-04T19:49:03.803-07:00 sharing my pain
I just stomped on a spider SO hard that I think I sprained my toe.
There should be a warning to all new inhabitants of the province:
** Warning, we have spiders. Lots of them. For those of you who suffer from arachnephobia we strongly recommend you to reconsider your relocation due to the fact that there are spiders that do appear larger than life. They are BIG, black, hairyKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1096655310788724562004-10-01T11:17:00.000-07:002004-10-01T11:29:19.426-07:00 hansel and grettel
be VERY careful what you link to your posts, it could all be very, very bad. it's like a little trail of bread crumbs, that if someone follows closely enough they can find all about you, things you just might not want them to know!
fortunately bad hasn't happened to me yet. but it coulda.
i found this out last night by using (my new fascination) site tracker. i was checking Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1096614705757420912004-10-01T01:01:00.000-07:002004-10-01T00:17:22.896-07:00 add a zero, hell, add a couple
I was told to go down to the underground lot at work and look. I did, because it's only of those things you just don't believe until you see it.
A regular parking spot had been transformed into a lockdown, complete with razor wire looping at the top of a large wire mesh cage. And I didn't know that RAZOR wire, actually has shiny, menacing looking two pointed Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1096220515792676382004-09-26T10:31:00.000-07:002004-09-26T10:41:55.793-07:00 perspective
It wasn't until this morning, actually just minutes ago, as I still sit here garbed in cycling gear, that I was able to put my cycling "career" into perspective.
I left the gym, and set forth home, up the long - correct that - looooooooooooooooooooooong hll that presents itself on 8th Avenue. Up a head of me were two riders, side by side, making their way up the climb. Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1095277763710061492004-09-15T13:26:00.000-07:002004-09-15T12:49:23.710-07:00 is that real meat......?......
nevermind I don't want to know. i just picked up a donair for lunch, for something different. it's supposed to be chicken. debatable, but at least edible.
i am just writing up the rationales for the two logo submissions. then i will drop them off a few blocks from here, and be done with them. YAY! an exercise that has been way too painful!
then it's home to Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1094970483929013322004-09-11T23:27:00.000-07:002004-09-11T23:38:14.586-07:00I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO tired. And I have done sweet-f-all on the logo design.
Somebody send me some mojo!!
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1094877753974450342004-09-10T21:30:00.000-07:002004-09-10T21:50:56.953-07:00 courtesty of the letter "g"
for client gauging. and the best part, i didn't even do it, i just profitted from it.
so guess what i gots me???
a 5.0 megapixel, even better than i was gonna buy!!
so now i get to torture you all with "ain't she CUTE?" images like this:
**evil grin**
the poor dog, being the only breathing thing in the house since i picked up the toy has fallen victim to being theKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1094877008928471662004-09-10T21:28:00.000-07:002004-09-10T21:30:08.926-07:00 Dear Universe v2.0,
Thanks for listening. Things appear to be much better now. Is it too much to ask that there be no more derailments (is that spelled right?) for a bit? Maybe a month, or two - okay, that might be pushing it. Just one month? PUH-lease.
Thank-you!
Brain
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1094752298040252512004-09-09T10:47:00.000-07:002004-09-09T10:51:38.040-07:00 it's due WHEN?!
Perhaps I should've chosen a different header for this post, I actually knew when it was due. It should be more along the lines of "holy shit! it's the 9th already?!"
I have planned on submitting a design for the Olympic 2010 logo design competition, do you think I have had time to actually work on it yet? *sigh* Nope. Final submissions are due on the 15th!!!! Ideally I would Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1094751940732953802004-09-09T10:43:00.000-07:002004-09-09T10:45:40.733-07:00 Dear Universe,
Why is it that when things seem to be getting back on track you feel the need to de-rail something else?
I just wanted to thank-you for this unnecessary lesson of:
"Just when you thought things couldn't get ANY worse."
Thanks a fuck of a lot.
K
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1094046764923006612004-09-01T06:51:00.000-07:002004-09-01T06:52:44.923-07:00here and there
i am writing this post from my patio.
nope, my kitchen table.
now, the couch.
now, the coffee table.
and now uploading from underneath my comfy sheets.
i have WIRELESS!
YAY!
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1093895858415167442004-08-30T12:42:00.000-07:002004-08-30T12:57:38.416-07:00 back off creepy man
i haven't done and official google search yet, but there has got to be some written code about the etiquette in a gym. and if i find just that i would like to recommend that we all print a copy and post at our local iron house. for situations such as this:
dear creepy-hairy-sweaty dude,
i realized that time is of the essence for us all, and that we all have a set routine Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1093845429467481372004-08-29T22:47:00.000-07:002004-08-29T22:57:09.466-07:00 learning
slowly i am learning to take more time for me. balanced the weekend with both work and personal. (though i can't say that the spinning schedule is balanced right now, i seem to be covering everyone's classes.)
today there was extreme low tides so we hooked up with friends and walked for what seemed like forever over sand normally covered in ocean. i don't know what was more fun the Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1093638452589799712004-08-27T10:31:00.000-07:002004-08-27T13:27:32.590-07:00 stop watching, start listening
can i just share with you just HOW dissapointed i am that Canadians don't know talent when they hear it? and yes, this is also an admittance that i watch Candian Idol (shuddup).
congratulations Cannucks, you turfed Shane Weibe last night. admittedly his name doesn't spell stardom, but, un HELLO, were you LISTENING on wednesday night?
YES, he did muff a line in Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1092698762522036862004-08-16T16:18:00.000-07:002004-08-16T16:26:02.523-07:00 whirlwind
well, what was meant to be a vacation has become the whirlwind tour of family and friends. i guess that's what happens when word slowly leaks out that you are home.
the twins, dad and i headed out for a round of 18 on Saturday and it was a blast! my sisters cheat at golf like they do at cards. but it didn't matter we had a blast playing lazy man's golf renting carts. and after a Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1092529344317251262004-08-14T17:06:00.000-07:002004-08-14T17:22:24.316-07:00hazardous
you're a girl, you know what it's like to have junk food in the house. (if you're not a girl, replace junk food with cold beer in the fridge) it calls your name, though no one else can hear it, you can. despite how much you resist it eventually wears you down, and after some time surrender you do. that's why it's best just to leave it behind on grocery day.
shopping for me isn't Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1092252444872307322004-08-11T12:20:00.000-07:002004-08-11T12:27:24.873-07:00 things you hear
you meet the BEST people at dog parks. if you don't have a dog, and a dog park near, then I'm sorry for your void in this part of the world.
last night we met the sweetest sane-crazy old lady. she's on about how people are so bloody anal.....
(add in a half irish, half indian accent)
"people are so anal these days, the complain about everything. for crissake, you live in a Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091859354225123102004-08-06T23:11:00.000-07:002004-08-06T23:15:54.226-07:00 are you there God? it's me..........
dear God.........
please work things out so Pinky and i see each other when i am home next week. i can't begin to tell you just how terribly i misses her. her laugh, her smiling eyes, and most of all her hugs that smell like cocoa butter. sometimes it's just so lonely out here without her. it would break my heart to be so close and not see her at all.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091859018363277772004-08-06T22:49:00.000-07:002004-08-06T23:10:18.363-07:00 tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow
it seems that lately and for some time now all discussions get around to the topic of housing, and owning, and that remote possibility for so many of us here in our water-locked city by the sea. the topic is ALMOST enough to send me packing back to the land-locked east where housing costs are at least comprehendable. it's a topic that i wish would just go away Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091649387668269362004-08-04T12:39:00.000-07:002004-08-04T12:59:05.076-07:00 PRIDE
okay, all my anticipating 4 blog readers, here is the PRIDE story:
(which shall hence more than likely fall on it's face b/c I built it up)
we started the day at a friends house with all of the girl's girls a la champagne and orange juice.
once we could hear the low rumble of about 10 harleys and other assorted bikes, courtesy of dykes on bikes, we headed down the block to the start of Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091577730392904982004-08-03T16:34:00.000-07:002004-08-03T17:02:10.393-07:00 celebrate good times!
news. BIG news.
after sloggin' my arse through my finances yesterday, and runnin' from bank to bank to find an open branch to pay my damn GST on time, guess what I figured out?
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wait for it.........
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(yeah, yeah, i know yer'll waitin' for the big PRIDE post - it's comin')
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I just had my biggest quarter yet!!
I doubled my last quarter. And this quarter Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091483862588727872004-08-02T14:51:00.000-07:002004-08-02T14:57:42.590-07:00 .ps
the girls are planning to do Dina Shore for 2006. if anyone else is interested.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091483488129735572004-08-02T14:45:00.000-07:002004-08-02T14:51:28.130-07:00 Absolutely Fabulous Dah-ling
2004 my best Pride. EVER.
And I just realized that it's 3pm and I haven't started my book-keeping for the last quarter and GST (taxes) are due tomorrow, or else bend over and pay the penalty. So yeah, we'll call that the teaser and I will write more about that after I go through quarterly numbers hell.
Note-to-self: Find out how much it would cost for a Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091045789134028652004-07-28T13:07:00.000-07:002004-07-28T13:16:29.133-07:00 rant
client: nag, nag, nag..... nag, nag, nag....nag, nag, nag
K (in smiley voice): we're on top of it and let you know if we have any questions, thanks!
*in an ideal world*
K: "I worked my ass off to get this to you because you needed is SO bad. YOU fucked off for TWO weeks, with not a word. And then returned, asked me for the url for review again because you lost it. Proceeded to Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1091044864576082252004-07-28T10:27:00.000-07:002004-07-28T13:01:04.576-07:00 insert caramel + caffiene
new evil (aka. drink of choice): StarSchmucks Caramel Frappacino
the girl still isn't sleeping. not that i expected you to have any idea that she wasn't. but this has been going on since.............i can't remember when. she says it's because her brain won't stop, and she is trying to answer the (unanswerable) question of: "what should I do with my life?"
i Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1090948982643036092004-07-27T10:12:00.000-07:002004-07-27T10:23:02.643-07:00 sleep.....
however it is you may have to package it, please send some because i don't seem to be able catch enough of it on my own.
i still feel like i haven't slept for days, even though the last week and a half I have been going to be at reasonable hour and even sleeping in past the hour of 5:30. i try to sleep longer, but my body doesn't seem to want to take me up on that offer.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1090260961361415362004-07-19T11:08:00.000-07:002004-07-19T11:16:01.360-07:00 needing a bit more of me
There is a void, and what I am missing is me. Somewhere between work, work, meetings and sleep (the little I've gotten), I've lost a part of myself. Or maybe I have just forgotten to indulge it. My need for discovery and doing new things has been completely swallowed up by the blackhole I have been living in called work. Hell, even relaxing has fallen by the wayside.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1090254740684092202004-07-19T09:18:00.000-07:002004-07-19T09:32:20.686-07:00 reply already
So I sent off my letter of decline. And now I dread checking my email, until I see that he has replied. My part is done, and I don't know why I care so much what his reply is. Yes, it is a business relationship that I might have screwed up, but I did okay without that relationship 6 months ago. And really? Offering me THAT much less an hour, if I had had more sleep in the past Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1090202465786239662004-07-18T18:41:00.000-07:002004-07-18T19:01:05.786-07:00 backing out
I can't do it, and I'm not going to.
I feel bad about it, but it just doesn't feel right.
My gut feeling just screams NO!
I'm talking about the new job offer. As much as I feel bad, that I have completely wasted E.'s time, I won't give up my security for his offer.
It changed over the course of our discussions, and left me with a deal as follows:
2 days a week (14 Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1089987198536278972004-07-16T07:10:00.000-07:002004-07-16T07:13:18.536-07:00 paying for it
Well, well, it appears that my body has finally figured out a way to get me to stop. I can barely even make out what I am writing as this migraine sets in. Don't know that I will ever learn to listen and not push myself through things and work crazy hours for a month at a time.
But let me tell you, right now I really wish I had one or two of those magic migraine pills! Serves meKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1089836693900458042004-07-14T12:50:00.000-07:002004-07-14T13:24:53.900-07:00 the things I never have time to write about
On my way to the office I walk through was is known to be one of the most drug and poverty infested areas in all of Canada. Vancouver's downtown lower eastside.
There have been days when the header of my posts were intended to be things like:
Used needle count: XX
8 needles, 4 heroin shooters and 1 crackhead
To describe the area could take a Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1089828804358051922004-07-14T10:16:00.000-07:002004-07-14T11:13:24.356-07:00 Is the grass greener?
Yesterday I had a meeting with an affiliate of mine who has a small business that does website marketing. The purpose of the meeting was to lure me over into his pond, to either 1) become a sales rep for him, or 2) help them with production (no brainer stuff that shouldn't take me a few days to learn).
When he first approached me I told him that I had no desire to:
• Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1089727856253362222004-07-13T07:03:00.000-07:002004-10-01T11:17:03.413-07:00 where o' where has our little fox gone, where o' where..........
my online hiatus has been caused by the following:
• one insanely detailed website, which after we thought we were out of the woods came crashing back down on us
• a very large lack of sleep
• a house populated with more people than just me, the girl & the dog (yes, she counts as people, some days she IS that smart!)
• an Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1087116433320026162004-06-13T01:41:00.000-07:002004-06-13T01:47:13.320-07:00 spin
"every time I see your picture I cry
and I learn to get over you
one more time."
sometime when I can feel the tips of my fingers I will explain that. there are many metaphors and thoughts running through my head right now, but I fear they won't make one bit of sense to anyone but myself.
and.........
I have to teach a class at 9:30am and it's 1:43 am + two smirnoff ice + one tequilaKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1086995454279153182004-06-11T16:08:00.000-07:002004-06-11T16:10:54.280-07:00 why I love my Flash programmer
because we have email conversations like this:
(to make it as if you were really here, read from bottom up)
((what that really means is: becuase I want to be a pain in the arse....))
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Nevermind save your 48cents, we have plenty of slugs here and they are bigger. As far as the cicadas.........the sound is enough to make my brain go *SNAP*.
But it's the Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1086535568203995932004-06-06T08:10:00.000-07:002004-06-06T08:26:08.203-07:00 ONE
so i have been thinking on it for over a month, and i just can't come up with a great idea. it doesn't have to be a perfect idea, just a good one. i am trying to plan what to do for our 1 year anniversary. and as good as i have always been at coming up with great ideas and planning them out in the past, i just can't seem to come up with anything i like. nadda.
i was thinking of Cirque de Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1086534633920521572004-06-06T08:01:00.000-07:002004-06-06T08:10:33.926-07:00 blowed up good
my timing with certain things is always crap. whenever something BIG needs to be talked about, it's always done at the wrong time. the other day was NO exception.
sent the girl a big long "these things are really getting to me and they need to be talked about before I harbour them any more and it turns into Pearl Harbour" e-mail.
of course prior to receiving this e-mail she hadKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1086293960940137162004-06-03T12:40:00.000-07:002004-06-03T13:19:20.940-07:00 thankful
One of my former girlfriends had this ritual for bed. She would close her eyes and list all the things she was thankful for. And with bringing me into her life she would coax me to do the same. And because I'm like that I would resist. Maybe it was too much like praying, and her a little too Catholic, for me.
A: "'kay, your turn."
K: "No. That's just silly."
A: "No it's not. Don't Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1086191588251550162004-06-02T08:52:00.000-07:002004-06-03T13:20:42.856-07:00 comments anyone?
thanks to Haloscan and their magic, you can again give me your two cents worth. or whatever that is worth converted to your currency.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1086123643536015812004-06-01T13:48:00.000-07:002004-06-03T13:21:31.886-07:00 letting go
I always knew I'd one day pay for a couple of things:
1) making fun of girls who cry "just cause" + hormones
2) for not actually dealing with things emotionally
But I never figured it the two monsters would collaborate and gang up one me all in one day.
Yesterday was apparently said day.
I could blame it on the Disney Movie (and shut-up. yes it was an animated movie at that - I Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1085946206259603062004-05-30T12:41:00.000-07:002004-05-30T12:43:26.260-07:00 ARGH
I mo'fo'd my blog trying to add links. DAMMIT.
And what's stupid is that I can cut and paste code into the editor. I mean HOW dumb is that??? Stupid blogger.
Means I will have to republish the template and add all the extra crap back in.
Brain-not-so-smooth.
Gimme a day and I'll make it werk.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1085757645728121532004-05-28T08:10:00.000-07:002004-05-28T08:20:45.730-07:00 letter day
Dear Valued-Employer,
I am calling in "sick" today. It is what I have learned to call a "mental sick" day. I don't know if you would prefer to hear that, or just that I am taking a "sick" day. So that is the term you will find in the email you are about to receive from me.
Know that I already feel an insane amount of guilt for making this decision. Why I don't know? Because what IKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1085757002581302992004-05-28T08:06:00.000-07:002004-05-28T08:10:02.580-07:00 back
Dear Chris, Scotty and other concern citizens of blog-world.
Here I am.
The monster of work dragged me to the depths of the ocean floor and held me hostage there against my will. Forturnately there were others there and we rallied together, with the help of a whale, named Nudo, and we have all been returned safely to the surface. Though I question if I left my sanity down there.
I haveKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1085689004887510722004-05-27T13:10:00.000-07:002004-05-28T07:56:17.290-07:00 demolition delivery
so, I sit here at the office with my fingers and toes crossed that our way-kewl sofa bed will fit in the apartment. i'm just waiting for my girl's tag to pop up on msn, and get the news.
now, let me fill you in on the "fitting in" part.
our apartment was engineered by an idiot. there are doors that open OUTWARD into the hallway because doorways and rooms are narrow or Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1085688605490463342004-05-27T13:07:00.000-07:002004-05-27T13:10:05.490-07:00 all grown up
d'you remember when we were kids and we used to get excited about things like going to the zoo, or the last day of school before summer........like so excited that you are all mushy and tingly inside?
well, i suppose this is a sign that I'm not such a kid anymore, but i still have that feeling inside; and i never would've believe even my bestest friend if they told me i would Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1083791358212118542004-05-05T14:09:00.000-07:002004-05-05T14:13:44.093-07:00 for her eyes only
This is one of those posts, not unlike an aired television commercial a couple of years ago, where it should be split screen; feminine product discussion in main frame, football game in sub-screen.
This morning was an absolute cluster-fuck. And I will suffer for the rest of the morning because of it. There is no real reason for it, for why we were SO completely disorganized,Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1082577009267946092004-04-21T12:50:00.000-07:002004-04-21T12:54:15.950-07:00 and so it will presented again, and again, and again
I was talking to a friend last night; I was expressing my enjoyment of having her and her gf in our life, and I said:
"It's interesting, think back how many years ago now, when I met you. You gave me your phone number, we talked couple of times and that was it. The I ran into you again through my gf at the time, she and I broke up and I Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1082576537885441112004-04-21T12:42:00.000-07:002004-04-21T12:46:24.046-07:00 Fiver
I found a 5 dollar bill on the sidewalk on the way into the office this morning. Well, that's a lie, the dog found it. I think it's the first time I have praised her for trying to snaf something unknown.
I picked it up and stuffed it in my back pocket. And I can't help but think what I should do with it......?? Being in the heart of crack town I think what would someone else around hereKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1082141230159348232004-04-16T11:47:00.000-07:002004-04-20T11:10:33.500-07:00 just when you think you have it all figured out
below > work in progress, adding more later. didn't wanna loose it.
Yesterday was a kick arse day!
I had a meeting with a new client, and thought it was for a brochure and possibly a website facelift that they would implement. It turned out to be every designer's dream job, of creating the WHOLE identity for their new company (of which I am alsoKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1081399925061574912004-04-07T21:52:00.000-07:002004-04-07T21:55:52.996-07:00 ?
i don't know if you have ever felt this way..............
i feel like writing, as many with many previous posts, i should be working, but i'm writing b/c i am avoiding work, and i have not a topic in mind to write about, except for the thoughts that now escape my head and tap out on the keyboard.
i kinda feel sad, but i don't know why.
or maybe it's lonely. i don't know why other than the Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1081142160095835542004-04-04T22:16:00.000-07:002004-04-04T22:19:43.640-07:00 elaboration
...the wrong reasons.
because it means financial security.
because it means I would no longer have to feel my gut knotting, and throat closing like a vice squeezing it shut everytime a statement is opened and it prooves to push her further into the red.
because i will no longer have to worry that her current job might get yanked out from under her because of a stupid system Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1080851316958111442004-04-01T12:28:00.000-08:002004-04-01T12:32:15.780-08:00 canadian idol
studies have shown that the most recognized symbols in the world are:
1) i forget (ha ain't that funny)
2) the coca-cola logo
3) the mountie
well, there's a chance we might have a red coat in the family.
the girl has decided that she is going to start preparing for the grueling process of getting accepted into the RCMP.
we are both SUPER excited. me, maybe for the wrong reasonsKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1080682571769130592004-03-30T13:36:00.000-08:002004-03-31T13:05:44.343-08:00 the positives
had an absolutely AMAZING weekend with the girl. i don't know that there is anything that could've made it better!
free travel, free accom. and free food. (don't hate me for my gf's connections)
for any of you thinking of taking the train across canada (insert plug for Via rail here), or my reccomendation, through the Rockies, (insert bigger plug for Rocky Mountaineer - for Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1080678578989037572004-03-30T12:29:00.000-08:002004-03-30T12:33:14.936-08:00 off kilter
for anyone who has ever been on a ship or a train, you'll understand this feeling...
after being on the train for 16 hours yesterday and early this morning, I just feel odd. my equilibrium is not-so existent, and my head feels afloat. it has something to do with your body adjusting to the motion below you while aboard, and then it not returning to normal when you step onto solid Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1080288647808272092004-03-26T00:10:00.000-08:002004-03-26T00:14:17.826-08:00 the script
i knew what it was about when i heard the first line of the conversation.
only because i had been there so many times before.
i was waiting for my ride in the lobby of my office building, sheilding myself from the wet outside.
"i know things are different now."
the girl in the lobby spoke into her cell phone.
"of course i will still talk to you if i see you out, and exhange emails Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1080199948059840732004-03-24T23:32:00.000-08:002004-03-24T23:35:56.373-08:00 he giveth & he taketh away
however backwards this and that may be.
i'm sure you all gonna kick my arse for this one, but:
I got $2,000 back from the taxman! And since my accountant screwed up last year, and forgot to include my automobile expenses, it looks as though I get to refile and get another grand back!
**doin' a little dance**
(that will probably lead to a universe ass kickin' againKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1079717734233759032004-03-19T09:35:00.000-08:002004-03-19T09:38:54.860-08:00 whirly bird
when i grow up i wanna be a helicopter pilot
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and for those inquiring minds, the bank thing should be sorted out in a few "business" days.
if it's not THEN i will freak out.
Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-1079598100328898802004-03-18T00:21:00.000-08:002004-03-18T00:26:26.840-08:00 naaah, nah-nah-nah, naaaaaaah
is all i have to say to all my Canadian counter parts who don't have rockin' friends to tape them "The L Word"!!!!
Queer As Folk eat your heart out.
Chekkit:
The L Word Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979772.post-107959247303803402004-03-17T22:47:00.000-08:002004-03-17T22:51:11.500-08:00 good old fashioned stoning
i just logged into my non-business account (thank gawd it was that one), and found that some f*-nut has been withdrawing cash into my overdraft, TWO-friggen-GRAND worth!!!!!!!!!!!
I think the whole house, landlords included heard the What-the-FUCK!
I called the bank 800 right away and the banking assistant was like, "Do you have your access card?"
"Yeah, it's in my Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14608521836867334526noreply@blogger.com