and while my desk is still drowning in paper, I'm not anymore!
I even get to start shredding stuff.
This has been the week that felt like it was three weeks long. I'm so glad March-Madness Syndrome is over (that's the best name ever for it Fiona!) and I just hope that it does lead into April Agony...I actually think it will lead into April Ataraxia. I like that word. It's cool.
Reasons why April won't be Agony (not in chronological order)
1. in the words of my very intelligent sister: punk come to vangroovy (I think she sounds like she's imitating a muppet...Elmo or Animal or someone...)
2. punk come to vangroovy to celebrate her champagne birthday (and Kelsey's too)
3. easter
4. road trip to Kelowna with Kelsey and Alex
5. cherry blossoms at UBC
6. Champagne Birthday Party for Kelsey and Rebecca
7. we're going to a wedding
8. dessert with the Mulvis tonight...okay, so not officially April, but it still counts cause it's Friday and tomorrow is April
9. April Fools
YAY! lots of reasons why April is good.
Although I am somewhat distressed that I lose an hour of sleep (well, really an hour of awake time because I will still sleep for eight hours) when the time changes.
Oh and Stephen Harper. I saw the pictures yesterday of Mr. Harper with Vincente Fox and scary George W. and I wondered who thought it would be fun to dress him for combat at a Mayan pyramid when President Fox and George W. both were dressed in cool looking, natural fibre. Sure, they are both from down there where it's warm and yes, they look like semi-clones of each other, but hey, they look comfortable. Anyway, that's where my train of thought stopped. I mean, why give Mr. Harper and George W. too much of my brain time anyway? So I forgot about it. Until this morning. When, what did I see at the top of the Globe and Mail page, but Leah McLaren asking, "Stephen, what the heck are you wearing?" Yes, she too thought he needed a little help dressing himself. I particularly love the comparison to the Canadian Tire Guy. So, not only is Leah McLaren, one of the must-read columnists in the weekend Globe and Mail, super cool, she probably also agrees with me that a three year old could dress himself better than the man who runs our country. HE.RUNS.OUR.COUNTRY. Now there's frightening thought for a Friday.
Paper is calling...must deal with it!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Can I just say...UGH
I thought it was Friday.
I wish it was Friday.
I want to sleep in.
My right tonsil wants to be siamese twins with my left tonsil.
Or at least that's what it feels like.
The paper demons multiplied over night. I think I've actually stopped drowning in paper, instead I have died and gone to Hell, but instead of the eternal fires and burning and heat, it's paved in paper, wall-papered in paper and decorated with stacks of paper.
But on a happy note, all the paperwork for the end of the fiscal year is in, signed and done.
I'm going to go to the grocery store now. I'm going to treat myself to some Jell-o, some applesauce and maybe if it doesn't have stuff Shannon can't have in it, I will buy some pudding too. And then I'm going to get some sappy, no brainer movies hang out with Roslyn and the DVD player.
Sheeeeeeesh...I'm pathetic...
AND A WHINER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish it was Friday.
I want to sleep in.
My right tonsil wants to be siamese twins with my left tonsil.
Or at least that's what it feels like.
The paper demons multiplied over night. I think I've actually stopped drowning in paper, instead I have died and gone to Hell, but instead of the eternal fires and burning and heat, it's paved in paper, wall-papered in paper and decorated with stacks of paper.
But on a happy note, all the paperwork for the end of the fiscal year is in, signed and done.
I'm going to go to the grocery store now. I'm going to treat myself to some Jell-o, some applesauce and maybe if it doesn't have stuff Shannon can't have in it, I will buy some pudding too. And then I'm going to get some sappy, no brainer movies hang out with Roslyn and the DVD player.
Sheeeeeeesh...I'm pathetic...
AND A WHINER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Winners and Prizes...
will be announced on Friday (or maybe Saturday, but before Sunday)
there will be prizes for the most creative, but believable answers too...
and I'll tell you the real answers and some of the fun guesses.
Okay...back to year-end torture - I'm DROWNING in paper
there will be prizes for the most creative, but believable answers too...
and I'll tell you the real answers and some of the fun guesses.
Okay...back to year-end torture - I'm DROWNING in paper
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Did She Come Undone?
I don't think we ever answered that question. Which means we didn't answer the next question - if she did come undone, did she ever get done back up again.
Last night was book club night and we met here. There were ten people in my living room. TEN PEOPLE! I don't think ten people would have fit in my old house, let alone in the living room. It was so amazing and not squishy. I could fit more than ten people in my living room. Except after the ninth person, they have to bring their own chairs. I don't have enough places to sit if there are more than nine people.
As it goes with these things, we ate yummy food, drank yummy drinks and didn't talk about the book as much as we talked about other things. Some of them sort of kind of related to the book because the book reminded someone of something that reminded someone else of something else and that's how we ended up not talking about the book.
But we talked about the book too.
And most of us didn't really like Dolores.
And the fish in the kitchen sink part kind of grossed most people out.
And Wally Lamb does a pretty good job of being a man but writing a story from a believable woman's point of view. (is he *really* a man?!?!?!?!?)
And Peyton realized part way in that she had in fact read the book even though she hadn't and had just come to hang out with us.
But it was good. We had some good discussion. We laughed. We ate. ALL GOOD.
Heddy, we missed you. Will you come next time? Maybe it won't be on a VISA reconciliation night!
Last night was book club night and we met here. There were ten people in my living room. TEN PEOPLE! I don't think ten people would have fit in my old house, let alone in the living room. It was so amazing and not squishy. I could fit more than ten people in my living room. Except after the ninth person, they have to bring their own chairs. I don't have enough places to sit if there are more than nine people.
As it goes with these things, we ate yummy food, drank yummy drinks and didn't talk about the book as much as we talked about other things. Some of them sort of kind of related to the book because the book reminded someone of something that reminded someone else of something else and that's how we ended up not talking about the book.
But we talked about the book too.
And most of us didn't really like Dolores.
And the fish in the kitchen sink part kind of grossed most people out.
And Wally Lamb does a pretty good job of being a man but writing a story from a believable woman's point of view. (is he *really* a man?!?!?!?!?)
And Peyton realized part way in that she had in fact read the book even though she hadn't and had just come to hang out with us.
But it was good. We had some good discussion. We laughed. We ate. ALL GOOD.
Heddy, we missed you. Will you come next time? Maybe it won't be on a VISA reconciliation night!
Nectarines and Strawberries
I made the most amazing discovery yesterday...okay, maybe not amazing to anyone but me, but I'm still calling it amazing!
Nectarines and strawberries.
In the world of Shannon, it can be hard to eat because of all the things I'm not supposed to have and fruit consumption is highly restricted and in the winter often limited to apples and pears...but yesterday I went to the produce store and the nectarines and strawberries were cheap. Well, cheaper than they are in the winter when I ignore their existence because I'm not paying $5 for 10 puny, light pink strawberries picked weeks before they were ripe and imported from who knows where.
Anyway, in my bubble, it's the small stuff that makes me happy.
I'm going to eat some strawberries now.
Nectarines and strawberries.
In the world of Shannon, it can be hard to eat because of all the things I'm not supposed to have and fruit consumption is highly restricted and in the winter often limited to apples and pears...but yesterday I went to the produce store and the nectarines and strawberries were cheap. Well, cheaper than they are in the winter when I ignore their existence because I'm not paying $5 for 10 puny, light pink strawberries picked weeks before they were ripe and imported from who knows where.
Anyway, in my bubble, it's the small stuff that makes me happy.
I'm going to eat some strawberries now.
Monday, March 27, 2006
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