Archive for June, 2006

gimme an ‘o’ — that’s right — this weekend is all about organization

Posted on June 30, 2006. Filed under: Uncategorized |

I feel like I’ve been running at a non-stop pace for oh, 6 or 7 years — but definitely for the last 6 months and especially noticable in June. The rest of the year will not get less busy, and since I have no plans whatsoever for the long weekend, I’m getting organized! For real. Undone laundry, unanswered emails, letters, phone calls, unpacked boxes, unfinished trip planning, unstarted reading and assignments for school, uneverything is going to lose the un this weekend. Here I go. Getting caught up and getting organized. Starting right now…

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Dr. Salzarulo’s candida self test — this guy knows what he’s talking about

Posted on June 30, 2006. Filed under: Candida, The Dyingness |

Check out the candida self-test that Dr. Salzarulo recently posted on his site that may help you to diagnose and further research your potential to have candida. I took it as my not knowing anything about candida former self and scored 118! (65 is considered candida breaking point). Please, please, please also check out his article “Yeast: The Underlying Problem”. It may ring true for you. One of these days, I’ll put together a post with links to all of my candida advice as well as external sources and books — I promise!

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over 100 in a month

Posted on June 30, 2006. Filed under: Candida, Stats, The Dyingness |

My post about my b12 shot not working is the first post I’ve had to receive over 100 hits in a month. It’s exciting, at least to me 🙂

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class all day – dpac and ryerson

Posted on June 29, 2006. Filed under: School |

I was up until midnight last night working on my assignment for my business stats class. Since I missed Tuesday’s class, I had to teach myself what to do, and then try to do it. I still didn’t answer 4 of the questions, which were worth 10 marks, and I’m sure I got some stuff wrong — when it comes down to it, the assignment was only worth 2.5% so I went to bed at midnight. Luckily I had a b12 shot so I was wide awake and school seems to unleash some weird drive in me. I have an XHTML class all day today for work (yay!) and then my stats class tonight. It’s my second course for the Project Management Certificate I’ve started — after this, only 6 more to go! I can’t wait to have the certification — I’ve done a lot of management and project management in the past, but, because of my age people seem to not believe that I’m capable of this. It’s quite unnerving — I’m all for putting in your time and working your way up, but also about creating your own opportunities. I know I have the practical side of it, so with the theoretical I can only be on the up and up? Right?

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i’m home

Posted on June 28, 2006. Filed under: Family, The boy(s), The Little Bro, Travelling |

I’m back from Arizona now — we had a fantastic time, though short, it was definitely a necessary weekend. I’m really looking forward to Brian moving back home and am quite confident that everything will be fantastic once he’s here.

We drove up Mount Lemon on my last day there and the view from the top was amazing.

It was so nice to come home though because my family was SO excited to see me. It was as if I’d been away for months instead of days. My little bro showed me his report card and his marks were awesome — he got 100% in Algebra! And a 95% and a whole bunch of 82s. His graduation from grade 8 is tonight and I’m just so excited. He went out and got himself a completely black dress shirt and slacks and I told him me must be going for the Johnny Cash look. I’m sure he’ll look smashing.

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kung fu hustle

Posted on June 26, 2006. Filed under: Movies, The boy(s) |

Brian and I rented Kung Fu Hustle last night. I had seen this movie on a date with Brent‘s friend Dave (which got a bit interesting when we realized all of the connections — especially that Dave’s ex-girlfriend and Brian had made out at Queen’s one night a year or so before — not that unusual to have the connections, but just seemed wrong somehow, oh and Brian came home and started being in love with me around this point in time too — all very drama and worth a post on its own one day) last summer and thought it was fantastic. It’s definitely better on the large screen — but it’s just random enough to hold my attention. Kung Fu fighting with a fun story line — definitely worth a view if you want something that you just have to sit there and watch and not have to think too much about. Filled with dancing gangsters and lost of wicked choreography in the fight scenes.

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Crossing Borders

Posted on June 26, 2006. Filed under: Music, The boy(s) |

Brian's debut in a professional music director role was yesterday with the Tucson Masterworks Corale and it was inspiring. I was so proud to watch him up there and he really did a wonderful job with the chorus — they had a great challenge in the pieces he selected, and much of the music was quite different from that they were used to, but they really enjoyed it, and the audience did too. It was all so beautiful.

After the concert was over, everyone in the chorus told Brian how much they enjoyed the challenge and enjoyed his enthusiasm and passion. One man wanted to make sure that he continued on with the intensity and passion that he had for them, which I'm certain he will. He called him the next Robert Shaw. Which I believe is true. One woman also thought of him as her son. It was all very impressive and I was told many times that I had a good one there and was lucky to have him and to not let him go. 

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why i should just keep my thoughts to myself and not tempt the fates. they always win.

Posted on June 25, 2006. Filed under: The boy(s), Travelling |

I was always enamoured by the story of the three fates, sitting in a dark cavernous room, passing their eye around and slicing through lifelines when they saw fit.

Now, perhaps I tempt fate. Perhaps they know that I have this sixth sense and they don't like the fact that I declare what will happen, so they make the inevitable occur. Only to me. Always to me.

I was waiting to board the plane on my way to Arizona and I thought to myself, "this flight is pretty full. I bet they won't have room for my bag since I'm one of the last ones to board." I jockeyed for position as they called group 6 to the gate and wanted to take down the people in front of me. I get up to the front of the line, almost in the door, and the flight attendant decides (with me being the first in the line of this decision) that there is no more room for bags. My heart sinks, and honestly, there are tears because the whole point of not checking a bag is to not have the hassle of a bag getting lost, or having to wait for it.

I said to her: I am only going for the weekend. Do you promise it will be there when I get to Tucson?
She said: Yes, it will be waiting for you.
Me: Are you sure?
Her: Yes, I promise.
Me: No, but do you promise it will be there?
Her: Yes. But is there anything you need out of it?
Me: Yes, everything. I'm only going for the weekend.

I begrudgingly loosen my grip on the "handle" (which broke earlier as I took the bag out of my car), and my heart sinks as I wave goodbye to the bag, knowing that I won't see it at the other end.

I sit in my seat, turn on my phone and text to Brian:

Had to check my bag. Guarantee it won't get there.

I just knew. I KNEW the instant I was about to go through the gate that this would happen, and I KNEW that it wouldn't get there. Then I remembered that my passport was in the front pocket, and that the handwritten tag that she had put on it maybe wasn't so clear.

I land in Dallas and call Brian, who convinces me that the bag will be there when I get there.

I get to Tucson, walk through the airport, ready to have my perfect airport hello, with a big exciting kiss and hug. No Brian. Okay, I'm not upset yet, but I think perhaps he's late, perhaps he fell asleep, but I realy don't think so, and I don't think he'd forget me at the airport. He's never done anything like that. So I continue down to the baggage claim half-heartedly, with a bit of the hope that Brian seems able to have all of the time in me and I am trying to will the bag to appear.

The carosel starts. It stops. No bag.

I cry.

I then go to claim the bag, still in tears.

Bag guy: what address can we send it to?
Me: I don't know, it's in the bag.
BG: Pardon?
Me: It's in the bag.
BG: I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Me: I raise my voice in frustration: IT'S IN THE BAG THAT'S MISSING!!

I call Brian, still in tears. Mostly because these things always happen to me, also because my passport could be missing, but mostly because now the airline has stolen my perfect airport hello and has potentially stolen my happy weekend with Brian, some of the few days we get to spend together, because they are incompetent. I'm also angry because people who were in line BEHIND me at Toronto had their carry-ons — they were allowed to put them under the seat AND entire families of people who had ran to catch the plane had ALL of their luggage arrive in Tucson, whereas I was in Dallas for 2 hours and mine didn't. I was so frustrated at the world and it was ruining everything. It reminded me of when my friend John's son had picked out cupcakes for all of us to have at dinner and he was very excited. When he went to take his first bite, the top of the cupcake fell, face down, on the floor. The fact that the world would be this cruel was too much for his little three-year-old self to take. Which also goes back to my theory of why I never get excited about things. My ability to manipulate the fates is just too high, and American Airlines is evil.

The bag was found. It was on the next flight. After stalking the airport for most of the day yesterday, we finally got the bag back at 3:30 – which stole a day from us – but I wore my gross clothes from the day before to Brian's rehearsal, then when they FINALLY arrived, in the back of a pick-up truck, in the hot Arizona sun, we were able to continue with our day and go shopping and out for a very nice pre-six-month-anniversary (it's next week) dinner. The moral of this story? Don't tempt the fates when you know of the powers you hold, and American Airlines is evil.

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eloquent, beautiful, necessary

Posted on June 24, 2006. Filed under: Books |

Read the Kite Runner. Words just don't do it justice. A very important, well-crafted novel that is beyond a must-read.

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cosby show questions

Posted on June 24, 2006. Filed under: Movies, Music |

Two questions that just came up today:

1. What song to the Cosby's sing in the living room in the episode where the grandparents are there and they're all talking about the civil rights movement — is it wade in the water?

2. Have you ever come across a list of all of the jazz songs that were played in the Cosby Show? I had a look around, but to no avail.

Okay — and another question — what movies can you list that Wade in the Water is in?

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