It's after midnight and I should be sawing logs right now because I am really very tired. I don't know why but for some reason I get this stupid second wind around 10pm and no matter how completely exhausted I am I somehow manage to stay wide awake for most of the night - my head swimming with thoughts and worries.
The fact that I absolutely hate my job doesn't help much either.
This week is especially tough because I am dealing with all the staffing issues virtually on my own with my coworker away helping out in the Ottawa branch. She is much better at this job than I am, and manages quite well on her own when I am away...which will be in two weeks when I make my next trip to the office in Ottawa. WOOT!
I just adore my treks to our nation's capital. This is mainly because it is a much nicer branch with better employees and customers to work with (people I'm actually proud to associate myself with). Also the office is gorgeous and situated on the main floor of a government building. It's like being in a whole other world. I'd be working there permanently if I didn't have roots here in the Shwa. I'll be sad when they are up and running on their own and don't need our help anymore :-(
OK well I'm gonna go give this shut-eye thing another stab...
Jun 15, 2007
Jun 13, 2007
"31 people call this photo a favourite"
I distinctly remember the day I took the shot that ended up at the top of my Flickr Most Interesting Photos list.
I had a hankering for toast and peanut butter with a cup of tea for breakfast one weekend morning. I had just started the toast when my mother popped in (as she often does being as she lives only two blocks away) to see what I was up to.
I had the lid off the peanut butter jar and was chatting with her while I waited for the toaster over to signal the toast was done. I was standing at the kitchen counter and noticed as I glanced over toward the peanut butter jar that the swirl design in the spread made by previous knife dips was rather interesting, and I thought I should shoot it.
Without as much as a second thought, I grabbed my trusty old A620, which was fortuitously within reach, and turned it on. Pointing the lens downward and focusing carefully I shot the contents of the jar, which was lit only by the sunlight streaming in the kitchen window behind it. Just to be safe I took a second shot for posterity...however the first shot, as in my experience is usually the case, was the better one.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
I had a hankering for toast and peanut butter with a cup of tea for breakfast one weekend morning. I had just started the toast when my mother popped in (as she often does being as she lives only two blocks away) to see what I was up to.
I had the lid off the peanut butter jar and was chatting with her while I waited for the toaster over to signal the toast was done. I was standing at the kitchen counter and noticed as I glanced over toward the peanut butter jar that the swirl design in the spread made by previous knife dips was rather interesting, and I thought I should shoot it.
Without as much as a second thought, I grabbed my trusty old A620, which was fortuitously within reach, and turned it on. Pointing the lens downward and focusing carefully I shot the contents of the jar, which was lit only by the sunlight streaming in the kitchen window behind it. Just to be safe I took a second shot for posterity...however the first shot, as in my experience is usually the case, was the better one.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
Jun 12, 2007
Hell hath no fury...
So the marriage is in the tank and that stupid wedding gown you spent $2,000 for is hanging in your closet smirking at you. No one's going to borrow it from you because it's got bad 'mojo', and you don't have the time or patience to sell it on eBay. What can you do???
Trash it.
That's right. It's the latest trend in wedding photography, and quickly gaining popularity. I noticed a discussion about it on Flickr today and decided to explore it for myself. I have to admit I would have a very hard time trashing such an expensive item myself, but if money is no object for you...why not?
And I can see it being a great way to get your marital frustrations out, other than first degree murder, that is...
Trash it.
That's right. It's the latest trend in wedding photography, and quickly gaining popularity. I noticed a discussion about it on Flickr today and decided to explore it for myself. I have to admit I would have a very hard time trashing such an expensive item myself, but if money is no object for you...why not?
And I can see it being a great way to get your marital frustrations out, other than first degree murder, that is...
Jun 10, 2007
Waist not, want not
OK so my war against my waistline wages on.
After completing the Slim in 6 program, and seeing very minimal results even after an extra couple of weeks, I have decided to switch over to Yoga Booty Ballet to see if I can achieve better results with a different workout.
Anyone thinking about buying the system please take note of the familiar caveat that comes along with all workout programs: Results Not Typical. I must not be very typical at all. However I will grant that the workout was NOT easy, and it took me close to the six-week mark before I could even get all the way through the program. I still sweat a LOT when I do it, and I've noticed my blood pressure improve and my skin clear up significantly since I started it.
So after being shafted with my purchase of the first program (it ended up being over $80 CDN by the time all was said and done), I learned from my impulsive purchase error and have borrowed a copy of YBB from my coworker to try before I buy. All hell, who am I kidding? I'll make an illegal copy of it sooner than buy it.
After completing the Slim in 6 program, and seeing very minimal results even after an extra couple of weeks, I have decided to switch over to Yoga Booty Ballet to see if I can achieve better results with a different workout.
Anyone thinking about buying the system please take note of the familiar caveat that comes along with all workout programs: Results Not Typical. I must not be very typical at all. However I will grant that the workout was NOT easy, and it took me close to the six-week mark before I could even get all the way through the program. I still sweat a LOT when I do it, and I've noticed my blood pressure improve and my skin clear up significantly since I started it.
So after being shafted with my purchase of the first program (it ended up being over $80 CDN by the time all was said and done), I learned from my impulsive purchase error and have borrowed a copy of YBB from my coworker to try before I buy. All hell, who am I kidding? I'll make an illegal copy of it sooner than buy it.
May 13, 2007
The ghost of Mother's Day past
My first most memorable Mother's Day would have been three years ago when my estranged ex took the boys out to Winners so they could get me a present. They came back with a pretty flower candle, some bubble gum lip gloss, and this mug, along with a touching card they picked out themselves. I used up the lip gloss and found the candle a home on my dressing table where it remains today...but I have to say this mug has a special place in my heart. It is virtually the only mug I will drink my tea from. I use it all the time. It is my favourite mug.
My second most memorable Mother's Day was last year, when my oldest son made breakfast in bed for me. An english muffin and a glass of milk. He came into my room with it all set out on a cookie sheet, because I don't own a tray. It was very sweet of him, and I ate up every last bite.
Sadly, this Mother's Day went by like any other day of the year. I didn't have the kids this weekend, and as my boys are getting older and busying themselves with all the things they have going on nowadays, they didn't even bother to call me.
Of course I am very hurt, but I wonder if I am overreacting. I wouldn't expect their father, who never gave a damn about me when we were married, to remind them to give me a call. I would have hoped that they might be missing me or just even thinking about me for a microsecond, and want to give me a call to wish me a happy Mother's Day. I guess I'm just not that important to them right now.
Instead I spent the day working in the yard and filling three huge garden bags full of weeds. I got the backyard lawn mowed and my kitchen cleaned. As a treat to myself I had a nice soak in the tub afterwards and did my toes. My garden is looking great and I can't wait to get some flowers planted in it.
But I would have killed for that phone call...
My second most memorable Mother's Day was last year, when my oldest son made breakfast in bed for me. An english muffin and a glass of milk. He came into my room with it all set out on a cookie sheet, because I don't own a tray. It was very sweet of him, and I ate up every last bite.
Sadly, this Mother's Day went by like any other day of the year. I didn't have the kids this weekend, and as my boys are getting older and busying themselves with all the things they have going on nowadays, they didn't even bother to call me.
Of course I am very hurt, but I wonder if I am overreacting. I wouldn't expect their father, who never gave a damn about me when we were married, to remind them to give me a call. I would have hoped that they might be missing me or just even thinking about me for a microsecond, and want to give me a call to wish me a happy Mother's Day. I guess I'm just not that important to them right now.
Instead I spent the day working in the yard and filling three huge garden bags full of weeds. I got the backyard lawn mowed and my kitchen cleaned. As a treat to myself I had a nice soak in the tub afterwards and did my toes. My garden is looking great and I can't wait to get some flowers planted in it.
But I would have killed for that phone call...
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