Monday, November 30, 2009
I admit I'm a bit freaked. I can't help it. I don't want to equate this to how her Mum (my grandma) started down this slope a few years before she passed away of heart failure from the same kind of thing. I can't stop wondering if Mum's heart is just starting to wear out like Grandma's did towards the end. Stupid, I know. But, my Mum is 75. I forget sometimes. It all probably means she needs her medication adjusted and was doing too much again. My mum doesn't really know the meaning of "slow down" so I can see her fidgeting her way to exhaustion. She just can't do as much as she used to and I know it frustrates her. It took her a while to learn to keep a slower pace. She has a very good doctor, so I know she is in good hands. If they weren't 3 hours away I'd stop in and visit her...
My Dad didn't sound overly worried, so I'm trying not to be. I know he would have said something if he felt it was serious. He's good that way. At any rate, they are still both coming up after to visit before Christmas. Dad will help me with the kitchen (Mum said she will "supervise"!) so that will be delayed by about a week. No biggie. My Mom was actually apologising for putting off the visit from this! Silly woman. I told her to let the doctors take care of her and I'd see her in a week.
I heart my Mum.
Friday, November 27, 2009
....Don't you let it drag you down
Cause if you ever feel neglected
If you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons,
Hoping everythings' not lost.
You know that everythings not lost...
Come on. You know that everythings not lost.
This song always cheers me up...I can't sing along to it without developing a huge grin on my face by the end.
It's a great day...friday. Finally. I'm looking forward to a nice weekend full of naps, and going to see the pro group of my tribal school perform tonight at the festival of trees. I think it will finally get me into the holiday swing. That and some eggnog pancakes tomorrow will do nicely.
Yea...that will do nicely.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone :)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
In the midst of relocating the majority our books upstairs, I have come to discover that we have an inordinate amount of copies of the bible for 2 people...they were gifts, keepsakes, etc. I can see keeping one that is a family heirloom... as sentimental. But here is the thing: would any of you find it creepy or wrong to give away a bunch of bibles? I'm not about to throw them out or anything (I could not bring myself to throw out ANY book quite honestly), and I'm definitely not on an evangelism quest....but so help me I feel guilty at putting them in the box of "to go" books.
I mean really...how many can a person need? Even if I were in a mood to want to sit down and read it...you only would need one. Some would argue that that would be one too many.
Would it be proper to give them to a church? Why am I even feeling guilty about this in the first place?
It's just an odd situation to be in. I'm just trying to purge books while I move them about the house. Admittedly I haven't had the heart to toss much more than a small box of books, made up mostly of misguided gifts and used store grabs from over the years. Both J and I are horrid at purging. It's harder than I thought....the extra things will likely go to the Salvation Army thrift shop...which kind of makes the whole bible giveaway thing a bit more fitting. Or not...it's just odd. Giving away books is tough. And, really, it's just a book.
So, um...Free bible anyone? I've got a few cookbooks, a Danielle Steele novel and some outdated software training manuals I could throw in to sweeten the deal...?
The fact that this even bothers me bothers me.
It's just all around wierd...
Plus, I'm trying to organise my time schedules as next year will be far more busy, and I want to make sure I've got my exercise put in my daily schedule as a part of that. I'm even looking at trying to do meal planning to cut the stress. I too quickly put myself aside when I get busy. This is one way to make sure I put my needs up there with the rest of things in life. I know I deal with stress better when I workout too, so this can only be a good thing.
I can't really say getting up at 5:15 is a good thing, but the way I feel afterwards definitely is.I've got the odd random muscle aches that show me I've pushed myself a bit yesterday,and today I got howled at by t a cat on the bookshelf as I worked out on the elliptical. I'm even eating breakfast.
I know. Crazy.
I've been trying to find kick-ass music I haven't heard in ages to get me motivated while I workout. This morning was Ganga Giri - an electronic group that uses digitally modified didgeridoo. I saw them live last summer at Shambhala...and their music is great. It's my workout track of the week. I couldn't find a video, but because the Internet is so great, here's a clip from that actual show.
Hope you all have a fantastic day. I have another nail biting adrenaline pumped day full of data entry ahead of me.
Monday, November 23, 2009
There is something in Saskatchewan about *having* to like the provincial football team, the Roughriders, with a crazy sort of love. People wear watermelons on their heads. It's a crazy level of pride for a team that, more often than not, loses spectacularly most years. This year has been a good year and yesterday, apparently, we won the western championships which means we will be in the Grey Cup. And that the province has permission to go nutbar over football for the next week until the Grey Cup is over on sunday.
Here's to a week of green and white stuff everywhere and rider flags hanging from every visible free surface. God forbid we win the cup!
Don't get me wrong - I don't hate football or our team, it's just the insane and manic insistence from everyone I meet that I must love them or I am somehow mentally deficient that gets to me after a while. I just don't care one way or the other...perhaps I should. By the end of the week I may be sucked into it. We'll see.
It's more contageous than swine flu...:)
Green is the colour...football is the game...
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I am truly amazed that the neighborhood was not treated to random outbursts of me screaming obscenities like a pirate as I did the front yard. I was doing OK until my iPod ran out of juice about an hour in...then I was rather...um...cranky :)
Ever tried to rake a yard full of gravel and vines? The vines are randomly sprayed all over in a big thick mesh...the only way to get leaves is to lift them, shake them so the leaves fall through and then shove the rake under and try and collect them as best you can, hoisting the vines in the air and raking around to drag them to the edge without totally wrenching your back to bits. Yeah, you can imagine how much fun I had. I dread it every year. The back yard is a picnic in comparison. It took 4 hours to do the front and I'm delirious to be done. That makes a grand total of 17 bags of leaves. Whew.
Luckily, as it was such a nice day, I was distracted from pirate lunacy by the occasional neighbor out for a walk or wandering dog/cat or flock of geese overhead. The best distraction was about half way through when some girl guides came down the road with a parent on a bottle drive. I chatted with the Dad a bit while the girls hit up the neighbors and he made me laugh right when I needed to. I ran in and gave them a whole bag full of cans and bottles (I don't have to go to the smelly recycle place - woo!) and while I was inside gathering them up the nice kids put all the leaves I had raked so far into bags. How nice is that?
SO yeah - I still have a whole day ahead of me. I am not sure if I want to head for the pool for public swim to soak my aching back in the hot pool or just go get a gift for my niece's 1st birthday. The pool is right near the mall, so I think I'll grab a bag and walk over and see what I feel like when I get there. I feel rather frivolous spending $8 just to soak in the hot tub for a half an hour...but still...I could soak in a hot tub for a half an hour...
Gotta go before my back seizes up.
It's just after 9AM on saturday...last night I did the back yard (8 giant bags of leaves) and today, since it might rain I really need t get to the rest of the yard.
Thing is, I really and truly hate raking the leaves. BUT if I don't, in the spring I'll be a sick little asthmatic wheezer from leafy mold and they will be even harder to pick up, as they'll turn to dust...I suppose I'm blessed to still be able to do this on November 21. Usually by now we're in a winter wonderland, but our initial snow came and went and it's been unseasonably warm...ish. It's about +5. Very strange.
In my hunt for interesting (and avoid leaves) I've come across this: an Iranian protest poster, here, at the ever lovely Annie Atkin's Tumbler. I love the colours and the image inspires me, even tho I don't quite know what it's about...The thought of 8 or 9 more bags of leaves interspersed with vines that I'll have to fight and lift and pull all round to get at the leafy bits is keeping me hare all warm in my PJs with a cup of coffee and a cat. BUT I should get to it. We have lots of trees...and lots of leaves. Nothing for it really...
Somehow J has always managed to get out of the leaves part of the yard. Sneaky...
AFTER that I have lots else to do inside. Whenever J goes away for the weekend I usually go crazy catching up on chores. I've still got a whole lot to do, but if I'm good, it's a belated birthday dinner and santa claus parade tomorrow. I didn't go with him as I have lots to do...and really - 4 weekends in a row away is just too much. I need my bed and my home and my cats...ans there's a month worth of chores to catch up on!
It will be odd having a christmas parade with no snow. Warmer, yes, but odd. I'll be going with my J's sis and their little one. I'm not sure if their girl Zoe (who is 1) will know what's up yet, but she and I will enjoy the parade for her...sis-in-law has said having a child is wonderful as you get to do all the childish things you love with no guilt, and watch your child enjoy them for the first time, just as much as you do. Sounds great to me. I just act like a child whenever I please. I suppose that makes me eccentric...:)
If I can get my act together I may wander and find Zo-Zo her birthday gift...AFTER the leaves.
Anyone want to rake my front yard?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I love the mashups, mostly because there is even a Bloom County Mashup...and Peanuts + XMen. I love Bloom County...expecially Opus.
I can't help but be excited though. If it all goes well I have some exciting news to share very soon. Hold onto your bowlers my peeps. It's cool, x factor 5.
Now that my screaming and gnashing of teeth (and editing) are complete I'm off to lalaland. Me and my pillow, we're going places...:)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Not much to say today...this song has been in my head all morning. It's an old favourite of mine.
Listened to this CD driving home late on the highway on sunday...and I felt quite nearly perfect :) Great way to end a great weekend. Driving fast down the highway listening to great music...makes the drive go by in a blink of an eye. Great weekend - good friends, Star Wars party and all the goodness that goes with it.
Have a great day!
Friday, November 13, 2009
The Prisoner was a 17 episode British television show that aired in the late 60's. It starred Patrick McGoohan and was set in "the Village".
A man with no name (you never do learn his identity-he is only referred to as #6) resigns from the secret service, and as he prepares to leave his home is gassed, waking up later in The Village. As Number 6 tries to learn where he is, why he is being held captive and escape the Village, those in charge there try many methods to break his mind and learn why he resigned and what he knows. Many others are trapped in the Village...some broken and some still resisting. All cannot leave. It is a place where"Questions are a burden to others. Answers are a burden to one's self."
Set in the strange town Penrhyndeudraeth, North Wales, using the Hotel Portmeirion for a lot of it's set...well this show is quite strange. There is a great amount of social commentary and it's always been a favourite of mine. I pop the DVDs in every once in a while and get lost in strange spy science fiction. I love it.
I am quite curious, as this weekend the first episode of a miniseries remake of The Prisoner is airing on sunday. We shall see just how they manage to improve on a classic science fiction program. They'll have to reach very high to impress me...Patrick McGoohan passed away a few years ago and this show really was his creation...without him around to keep the project in line I really wonder just what the new show will be like. I'm excited...can't help myself.
Apparently it has been changed somewhat - which in my mind is good. If you're going to directly remake a show you fail right off the bat in my mind - what's the point? If you can take the main idea and spirit of a show and make something incredible out of it - well I'm all in. It worked for the remake of Battlestar Galactica- soyou just never know. Good Sci-fi really is rare and we need mroe of it. Apparently a few huge differences will include the fact that the villagers (including the Prisoner) have been made to forget about the world outside. Add in a different location, and lack of the strange village costumes and it will be a different animal. There will be 6 episodes in the new miniseries, all based on the better episodes of the original show. Originally they'd thrown around the idea of Christopher Eccleston for the role of #6 which quite honestly got me so excited I could have peed, but the person they finally chose is somewhat unknown to me, so that may also be a good thing...we shall see. Ian McKellan as #2 certainly can't hurt...
I'll be setting the machine to record it and it had better not fail...or you will be able to hear me howling from miles away when I settle down later in the evening to watch it (I refuse to reschedule my life around TV) if it failed to record for some reason. I'm quite excited. I do so hope it does not tank. If you see it, or you're a fan of the original, let me know what you thought of it!
Have a great weekend :)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
J is currently at work, working with the TV crew to put the local Remembrance Day program on the air so that those of us who cannot make it down there can have the chance to offer respect and memory on this day. I am at home where I can watch it. Watch his small gift of remembrance. Last year I was able to attend and it was a very moving thing...to see adults and children remembering family and friends and unknown people who served to keep us safe both then and now...very moving.
I have been thinking about poetry from the time of World War One. I love In Flander's Fields - I had memorised it in high school. I got to wondering what other well known poems were written around that time...what other thoughts came out of World War 1 in particular. They can't all be pretty inspiring words...and I came across this poem. It is very striking and I wanted to share it with you, because it's different. It speaks a lot of how senseless I feel war can be...
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; "Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori".
Wilfred Owen, written between 8 October 1917 – March, 1918
DULCE ET DECORUM EST are the first words of a Latin saying from an ode by Horace. The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean “It is sweet and right.” The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori – it is sweet and right to die for your country.
Poem and other things taken kindly from here.
I think that's all I have to say on that for now.
Take the time to Remember my friends...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I've had this great old song in my head since I woke up this morning.
Otis Day and the Knights...a classic. This whole soundtrack has some great songs on it...Twisting the night away...Hey Paula...Wonderful world(still one of my all time favourite songs)...Tossin and Turnin - great classic stuff. I keep pulling this CD out every year or so and swooshing around the room to it with a big grin on my face. Not particularly attached to the film...more the music :) I'm going to pull it up on my iPod right now and have a listen in the lab. Good stuff...
Have a great day!
Monday, November 09, 2009
I have just gotten back from a quick and lovely weekend away visiting friends and helping set up Doomfest....just a dance party put on my my good friends. We helped set up and then danced the night away in ridiculous costumes. JJ played his first DJ set completely from scratch - no songs the music was all built by him, live on the fly...I'm so proud of him. It went very well. I forgot to take pictures most of the night, so I confess I have no excitement to show you. My costume was great though...not the most sexy outfit I've ever worn, but a lot of fun. It's fun wearing an obscure costume, because about 1 in 20 people get who it is and they giggle and love it...and I must say, tutus really are fantastically absurd to wear.
It was so nice to have the chance to visit this weekend with a bunch of people we haven't really seen in ages. As a bonus, I was really glad that I finally got to sit down and talk with an old friend who has gone through a lot in the past little while. He is doing so much better and I'm so glad. After set up all just relaxed and had a great night...and then cleaned it all up afterwards. Doomfest was a rousing success.
After a night of fun our friend David had us all over for french toast at his house and sent us on our way home with a bottle of cloudberry wine from his trip to Newfoundland. Apparently cloudberries are little tart apples that grown in the town where he was staying. I can't wait to try it :)
And now somehow I blinked an I'm back home and here sitting at my work desk on lunch break.
How did that happen?
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Yes we specialize in the obscure here at Geo's Costume Emporium.
Geek likes the tutu. I cannot keep him out of it now that it's finished. I've wrapped about 7 m of red toulle in 4 inch strips around a ribbon to ties around my waist. Pooftastic. It is utterly ridiculous. Perfect.
Me? I like the Natalie Dee shirt my brother got for my birthday. It just arrived!
I, and it, are both equally awesome.
That is all...
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
My PC got a virus the other day. It self installed some software and then repeatedly took me to pornography, while alternately trying to sell me a program that would stop the program that kept trying to sell me pornography. Sure my computer *technically* worked...it just kept flashing boobies at me every 5 minutes.
I do believe boobies are not appropriate for work :)
They took it away and managed to isolate it and clean it off without having to wipe my PC clean.
The scary thing is I didn't go anywhere new. I just looked up an address at 411.ca to mail something. Something hacked ME and self installed. Weird...in the past I've been able to catch things like this and uninstall it myself. This baby actually got past my virus shield program and disabled it and then got all boobie happy on me and embedded itself in my startup software, and then disabled it. Nasty piece of junk....
Thankfully my PC is now 100% boobie free. Back to work...
PS - hello everyone who came here from googling boobies
Monday, November 02, 2009
And (sniff) as a final farewell to my beloved Halloween, check out this song about Halloween Candy.
Now, I am pleased to put the pumpkins and zombies away and happily point out that it's very nearly blinky lights season. I had a nice Halloween despite the sickies. I carved pumpkins with my brother and Yukiho - her pumpkin had heart eyes and a huge cartoon grin. She has a Hello Kitty costume to wear...it's rediculously cute :) She is loving Halloween...back in Japan they take ghosts and things so much more seriously, that she likes the fun part of Halloween. She thinks it made her less scared of spooky things than she was in the past. I'm sure the candy doesn't hurt either!
I'm just settling into the comforting idea very soon I will have free reign to begin putting blinky lights all over the house...Bwahaah!
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