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random musings friday

Its Friday again, and that means I am linking up with Shana at Fumbling Towards Normalcy for some Random Musings – so once you’re done here, make sure you check the rest of the week’s randomness!

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As I sit here writing this, I am enjoying a huge maple tea latte and a morning glory muffin and I feel, for the first time in a hella long time, like its going to be a good day.

What the heck is that about?

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When I leave work to go home, there are always 2 buses that come at the same time (or only a couple of minutes apart).  The first bus is packed with people and has to stop at every stop, because people are short-sighted and that is the bus everyone gets on, and the second bus is practically empty.

I am, apparently, very short-sighted.

I know, in my heart (and from experience) that there are always 2 buses. – if the second isn’t right behind, it will be along shortly.  Yet every day, when that first bus pulls up, I have an internal struggle:

“Don’t get on this bus, just wait for the next one.

But what if the other one already came and this is the second bus?  Then I’ll have already missed it and will have to wait another 20 minutes!

Don’t be silly.  You know this is the first bus, look at how busy it is.

But what if the first bus was early, and the second one is this full because its picking up everyone that missed the first one?”

In the end, I always get on that first bus.  I get squeeze in, and get pressed up on by meth heads, shoved by teenagers, and coughed on by that weird guy who always talks to himself.

And, without fail, after going a couple of stops, the second bus zooms past us with 3 people on it, relaxing in comfort, pleased with their privately chauffered transportation.

Every damn day.

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When I was getting ready for work this morning, I heard the most blatantly racist ad for Panda Hut Express and I could not quite believe my ears.

It’s a “Chinese” man talking and gives the number to call to place an order “foe sewen free-free sex oh free“.

And a caucasian (read: no offensive accent) woman says, “Did you just say Free Sex?”

Offended, the “Chinese” man says, “Not Free Sex!  I said free sex!  Free sex oh free.”

I have no idea how the people at Panda Hut approved this ad – the accent is so bad, and so obviously not a Chinese man that I actually think they just used Mickey Rooney from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

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Thank you all for your comments on the oh-so-important decision of my hair colour.  There were a couple of votes for blonde, but the overall consensus was split between brown and red.

So I guess I’ll go for auburn.

Have a great weekend!

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i’m a high maintenance kind of gal

I am stressed the fuck out.

I know because my Dentist told me so!

My teeth have really been bothering me for the last few weeks – mostly when I ate something sweet – so I figured that I must have a cavity lurking in there somewhere, but I couldn’t pinpoint where it could be.  One day my top right side would hurt, the next day would be my bottom left, and it seemed like the different quadrants of my mouth were on a scheduled rotation of pain.

Then the last few days have gotten noticeably worse* – I would freeze, pain radiating through my mouth whenever I bit into anything sweet, or anything salty, or anything cold, or anything hot, or anything…well, you get the picture.  When I could not longer take a sip of coffee without shooting pain, I decided it was time to call my Dentist.

As I sat in the waiting room, I was nervous – after so many years of neglect, I really try to take good care of my teeth, and I was mortified at the thought of multiple cavities.  Cavities that were, obviously, deep enough to be causing me this much pain.  There must even be some exposed nerves in there.

I bet I’m going to have to have another root canal!**

But once I settled into the chair and opened my mouth for examination, I was told that everything looked good – there were no cavities at all. 

I was asked if I was wearing the mouthguard I had been fitted with a couple of years ago, and I confirmed that I was.  Then he explained that I must be grinding my teeth so much and so hard that the nightguard isn’t enough, and that I must also be grinding or clenching my teeth throughout the day without realizing it.

Stress.

So he shaved down a couple of the teeth that were hitting pretty hard when I grind, and started to rub my jaw.  And then he moved to my temples.  And then he stuck his fingers in my mouth and, with his thumb on the outside by my jaw, he started pinching my cheek.

My dentist was giving me a massage!

An eye-watering, cringe-inducing, incredibly painful massage…but still!

So, now, I should be just about covered: I have a massage therapist to knead the tension out of my back, a thai massage therapist to stretch the tension out of my legs, an acupuncturist to poke the tension out of my wrists, a reflexologist to rub the tension out of my feet and a dentist to pinch the tension out of my face.  

It seems the only thing left to attend to is probably the part of me that needs it most…my brain.

How do you deal with stress?  It seems like I need all the help I can get, at this point!

*I am obviously more of a wait-and-see-if-it-gets-better-on-its-own kind of girl rahter than a run-to-the-doctor-at-the-first-sign-of-trouble kind of girl.  This allows for maximum whining time

**That would be lucky number seven

 

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i never learned to juggle

I have always lived a very quiet life; simple, stress-free (as possible), and quiet.  To me, “busy” was one of the worst 4-letter words ever uttered.

And now it seems like I am cursing like a sailor!

I just feel so damn busy.*

First of all, I have to go to work everyday, which puts a serious cramp in my down time. 

Then we decided to sell our house and, while I have always kept a mostly tidy house, I am learning that “tidy” is definitely not the same as “clean” – so I spend much more time and effort making sure every surface is spotless in case we get a surprise viewing.  When I do get a chance to sit down, I am scouring the internet for comparables and possible places for us to move to. 

Also I might be losing my job, so I am updating my résumé, keeping watch for any upcoming opportunities, planning for interviews, and stressing about it all.  I also might be going back to school, so I have applications to submit and courses to take and more interviews to plan for.

Then there’s our increasingly full social calendar - Phil is becoming quite the man-about-town and, thanks to Twitter, we are more aware of just how many things there are to do around town…and Phil likes to go to them all.  Laughing and chatting and eating schmoozing a few times/week is actually very tiring.

We are also becoming more mindful of buying locally sourced food, so shopping day consists of going one place for our meat, another for our bread, another for our eggs, somewhere else for our fruits and veg and one more stop for everything else – which takes a lot longer than just pushing a cart around the grocery store.  And that’s only for the days when we’re not already eating out supporting local businesses.

That’s not even mentioning the massages, and haircuts and mani-pedis that I can’t afford to ignore.

I am kept so busy, I think I may have forgotten how to turn on my TV.** 

This is not the quiet, simple life that I am used to.  I have so many balls in the air that it makes me dizzy, and I just don’t know how to keep up.

But before I can dwell on that for too long, I have to go buy my tickets for Indulgence.  I guess I can cross June 11th off my dwindling list of days-I-can-relax-and-go-to-bed-early…

*To those of you that lead actual busy lives, mine would probably feel like a vacation, but its all just a bit too much action for me.

**Which may be one of the signs of the apocalypse.

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random musings Friday

I am linking up today with Shana at Fumbling Towards Normalcy for her Random Musings Friday – so once you’re done here, make sure you check the rest of the week’s randomness!

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So…remember last week when I was complaining about how I corrupted our house with the sweet stench of deep-fryer grease?

Well…we’re selling the house!

This has been our happy home for the last 12 years*, but its time to move on.  Preferably to someplace with no less yard work and an extra bathroom.

So if you’re looking for an updated, comfy bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood (or know someone who is) then check out our ad here.

*I realize I said yesterday that Phil and I have been married for 9 years…don’t worry about the math.

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I was watching Glee this week - it was a Whitney Houston tribute and was, actually, pretty freakin’ fabulous - while Phil was in the shower.

When he came out he heard the singing and said stopped for a moment to listen, ”Who’s singing that one?  The black chick?”

“No,” I told him without a second thought, ”its Kurt.”

His reaction to that piece of news?

“THAT’S A DUDE?!?!”

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Since I wrote about our wedding yesterday but failed to post any pictures, here you go:

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I am at a bit of a crossroads, and I need your help.

I have been brown:

I have been red:

And, most recently, I have been blonde:

And I don’t know which one I should try again for the summer.

What do you think?

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the day the world started making sense

Nine years ago today was the happiest day of my life.

I woke up surrounded by family and friends dancing around me, “Going to the Chapel” playing on the stereo down the hall.  My Mom made croissants, because she knew they were my favourite, but they came out mostly raw so we ended up eating the only edges.

I had a small-time freak out at the beauty salon where I got my hair and makeup done; the stylist didn’t remember what we had decided on in the trial run the week before, so she improvised.  The make up artist decided I was too pale and wouldn’t photograph well, so she applied make up that was 2 shades darker than my actual skin tone.

We were running late and as we were driving home to get dressed, a woman in the car next to us was screaming out her window “DON’T DO IT!”

Oh yeah, and it was snowing.

But none of that mattered when the church doors opened and I saw the love of my life waiting for me at the end of the aisle.

He told me I looked beautiful (which I had warned him not to forget to do), took my hand and vowed to love me for the rest of his life.

So many little things went wrong that day – a groomsman was fresh out of rehab, the beef was as tough as shoe leather, and our MC got very drunk – but, for as big of a control freak as I am, none of it mattered. 

I knew that I could face anything with this man by my side.

Our first dance was my perfect moment, and it was so perfectly…us.  It was the first time all day that we had really gotten a chance to talk without anybody else around.  So instead of this big, romantic moment, we gossiped; we talked about our mornings, and the day, and the people.

And we laughed.

While Chantal Kreviazuk sang in the background:

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I’ve been so alone
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you’ve done….

It feels like home to me
It feels like I’m all the way back where
I come from

And when the day was over, we left our party to the strains of “Sexual Healing”.  We got to our hotel room, opened all of our cards, and rolled around on the bed covered in cash.

‘Cause we’re ballers, like that.

And every day since has been better than every day before.

With all that I am and all that I have, I honour you.