Gaius Sold Furniture
Can you believe all the bleedin' mosquito's? Good grief! When I came home from work yesterday and I was sitting on a bench I thought the bugs were surrounding me because I smelled (I got a little self-conscious about that) but then I discovered they weren't just after me. Curses! I just had some banana stuff last night too at Moxies. Glad I was thinking. Note to self: Mosquito's are attracted to bananas. Go on banana fast.
The end is in sight! Tonight I hung out with the girls on Project. They were so nice and welcoming, and Lisa laughs at my jokes. Always a fan of that. Tomorrow, I'm tagging along with them to rollerblading and fireworks. I'm glad, for I was afraid I would be a Canada Day Loner. No fun with that - it's potentially worse than a New Year's Eve Loner. The only thing I'm worried about is the lengthy hiatus I've taken from blading. I just have to remind myself that it's different from skating and to not try hockey stops. I learned that the hard way last year. Anyhoo,
Ciao
Smile Like You Mean It
So, I'm going through a really crappy wormhole of things lately, but I feel like I can't talk to anyone about it. Why? Because it seems like everyone is going through really crappy wormhole things too, and I end up being the listener/advice giver for them. (I don't mind it at all - it's what friends do), but then I'm afraid that if I bemoan my wormhole of crap to them, they'll feel it's a competition of who's got the biggest wormhole. And I don't want to do that. So I've pretty much been internalizing everything, making myself miserable and every night wishing upon wish that someone will ask me how I'm doing and just let me get it out. But it never seems to happen. I don't know if it's God telling me to rely on Him, well, it probably is...but I honestly don't know how to do it. It's hard to rely on someone when you've been let down so many times.
Did Lycurgus die in Cirrha?
Today, Deanna left the basement not to return until the end of August. I'm hoping not to be too terribly lonely. On some good news, my landlords are coming to rip up the carpet and the wall to see about the mould in the insulation. I hope that a) there's nothing there or b) there's something there, but it will get replaced quickly. I also finally have a Sunday off; but that's when the landlords are coming, so church still is out. Oy. I have decided what one of my pet peeves is. I've noticed that when someone new enters an environment, some of the existing people act differently. When I used to be at EBC, we'd have our own version of Scope days, and I remember my friend Sam telling me that in her worship class, the existing students acting more upbeat and extremely fake. It happened yesterday at work, and it made me so angry. Why do we feel that we have to be different at the very beginning, when in the long run, we ultimately go back to the 'real us' for better or for worse. Then we're at the risk of being accused of being fake. Let's just not bother with the pretense. It's probably more annoying than the 'real you' anyway!
Ciao
Ridiculous
1. inspiring scornful pity
2. completely devoid of wisdom or good sense
3. broadly or extravagantly humorous; resembling farce
So I have decided to, once and a while take a look at words that are very common in the english vocabulary and see if we really use them in its proper form. I know I don't use words properly, and it's always intriqued me to see what words really mean. So, today, I have decided on
ridiculous. The reason I chose this word was because yesterday a woman came in at work and decided that our lower cut socks (ankle socks or whatever) are
ridiculous. She repeated this ad naseum. I took 3 definitions from
the dictionary, but none of them seem to pertain to this particular use of
ridiculous.
1. Why should these certain socks arouse scornful pity? They are what they are, what the manufacturers make.
2. They are not devoid of wisdom or good sense, as they are wonderful to wear when you are wearing shorts and capris, yet you are in a situation where sandals are disallowed.
3. They are definitly not humourous, nor resembling farce. They are just socks. Well one time, when I was a little girl, I had socks with musical instrument design on them, and little sunglasses.
So there you are, a very brief look at the word
ridiculous, and how I believe she chose the wrong word for it. The next time I say
ridiculous, I will be using my brain editor to make sure I'm using it properly.
Ciao
So I got this thing Picasa and it lets me fiddle with pictures and the like. Here's one of the fiddled. Enjoy! (Taken in Cannington)
Ok, so this is my best friend, Nicky! She's coming on July 6th (I think). Aren't we sooo cute? Of course everyone is when they're knee high to a grasshopper!
Pericles Caught the Plague
Oh, mercy! Rain yet again! Methinks I hate this. Oh to be back in glorious Ontario. Make fun of it all you like all you Albertans, but ye cannot boast summers like we have. And for that, I mock you for once. Hey, I may say my words a little different than you, but ray for ray, our portion of the sun's heat is much better!
Kim's Big News: My best friend, who I haven't seen in a million aught years is moving to Calgary! I'm so excited to be able to see her, and hear all the news of all I've missed. Nicky, if you ever read this, or Bethany, you can pass this along, I have a picture of your high school grad taped to my fridge. It has been with me in all my movings!
Kim's Bigger News: Nothing tops that...sorry.
Unfortunately, there is a spirit of discontent hovering around me whenever I think of work. I get so bitter there, and I don't know why. Well, I do know why. In a month, I work 3 out of the 4 Sundays, AND I'm the only one who would go to church if given the chance. My dreams of becoming involved in Foothills have all but diminished. I'm going to have to licky sticky stamp the fact that I would like and very much need Sunday's off if I'm going to be able to have a good attitude about work.
Today, I booked off Thanksgiving weekend. I don't know if there is a possibility of me coming home, because as we all know, Christmas is a negatory. Plus, if I don't book it off, to make me feel even worse about not having family around for any holidays, There is a big honking huge possibility I will be stuck working the stat. Hey, gather around Kim and kick her when she's down shall we?
That's that,
Ciao
Drowning
Our basement is wet...and slushy. All in all: gross! I'm having troubles even drinking water simply because I've had enough. All last night I had water dreams. I was in a pool, I was in a hot tub, it was raining and no bus would stop for me even though The Mummy was after me because he thought I was his Ancksunamun. Ok, that part probably didn't have anything to do with water, but it scared the crap out of me. I can't get rid of this feeling of dampness wherever I go. ARGH! I am so glad I wasn't with Noah. So yeah, that's what's what. Pray that we don't get mould, and that the landlords will understand that they need to change the carpeting! Anyhoo's,
Ciao
The Significance?
So, in my previous post, the title was "rivets". Does anyone know what it means? Don't be shy.
I had so much fun today. Rob and Christa (my cousins) and Christa's friend came over and we played Rage - which is sort of like Rook - and then Joya came over, played some more Rage, then we played Egyptian Screw Rat. I have lost my edge a little bit, but I am determined to get better. Deanna and I are hoping to have a Beach themed party with games. I'm going to get me a coleman stove and we're going to attempt shish-kabobs. I'm looking forward to it! So this week I'm working about 41 hours or so. The joys of having only 3 people. What it basically means is 8 hour shifts - either 9-5:30 (which I prefer), or 1-9:30, which isn't as grand as it sounds. I'm soon going to get my stereo! I tried to fit it in my carry-on, but it was a little too big for it, so I convinced my dad to ship it out for me. Saying in no uncertain terms that if you don't get your stereo you're going to buy a new one is a very good motivator, if anyone needs help with that. Heck, it got me a new t.v. too!
I never really realized how much living in those craphole dorms at Rocky really affected my life. I freak out every time a see an ant. Case in point: we were watching the season finale of CSI today, and Nick Stokes is buried alive and is being bit by fire ants, and in all seriousness, I almost threw up, because I remembered the ants in your food, in your shower, in your bed, in your clothes...well; everywhere! I am now scarred for life. Add that to the list of insects that I cannot be near. The last entry before the ants were ladybugs. That's because in Ontario two summers ago we had a strand of what I call 'rabid ladybugs' and they would attach themselves to whole sides of houses. Not cool!
Ciao
Rivets!
So I'm back. And what a weather shock. Yesterday in my neck of the woods in Ontario, I wouldn't be surprised if we went up to 30+. Not to mention the good old muggyness. Then to come here where it's raining and only 11 degrees. Doesn't do well for the wanting to be here. I am glad I'm home, in some cases. Certain things will have to change before things are truly well; but in the long run, it's nice here. I do miss all the trees, I miss my cat, I miss my friends, and I miss the chip trucks. But, I can go to Banff for the trees, I could defy my landlords and get a cat (and somehow get Deanna immune). The only thing that can't be changed is my friends. They are so different from the folks up here, there is no comparing. Those friends were with me when Carla showed up and ruined my life. Moving on.....
I have to work an 8 hour shift today and I'm absolutely exhausted. I was able to sleep in one day when I was home, and that was only till 10. Every other day I had places to be, and mom to drive to work for 7 in the morning. Well, anyway, I'm home; if you care to, give me a call and we'll hang out; no puners allowed.
Ciao
