*Ahem* *Tap* *Tap*

I am pleased to announce that I have been promoted to the manager's position at the aromatherapy store that I work at.

*bows*

Now I am going to go out and throw myself a party.

Seriously. This is amazing. I feel so amazing. I love my job. Sure, I deal with the public, and some of the folks are sour and dour and won't take a moment and laugh, but whatever, they will learn, and if they don't from me, well then I wasn't meant to be their teacher. But I get to help folks who are looking for a way to get themselves back on track or feel better or just feel good. What an amazing feeling.

It Takes 3 to Tango (but only because 2 is so *normal*)

Stolen from KimmyK!

3 names you go by:
Gwynabella
Gwyn
Gwyneth

3 screen names you've had; including the current one you use:
Peaches
Ice Queen
Gwynabella

3 things you like about yourself:
I am empathic
I listen well
I am strong in nature and the physical

3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:
I get overwhelmed sometimes
I can be indecisive
I can be arrogant

3 parts of your heritage:
Finnish
German
Russian

3 things that scare you:
People or places with really bad or evil energy, or no energy at all
That we are totally consuming more than the earth can put out or put up with
Ignorance


3 of your everyday essentials:
[Ms KimmyK: Of course I know air, food, water, etc...let's think outside the box shall we? (I agree)]
Body lotion
My Thyroid Medication
My Jewelry (Jade* Bracelet and Kyanite* Pendant and now a Chalcedony* Ring)

3 things your wearing right now: (obviously my Jewelry)
Green Long Sleeved T-Shirt
Jeans that have little holes in them on purpose which I think is ludicrous but they were on sale so whatever
Black organic soy cotton bra

3 of your favorite bands: (or artists! And arrgh only 3?!)
Iron & Wine
Bob Dylan
Calexico

3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:
Let go and not worry
Aromatherapy School
Be more present

3 things you want in a relationship:
Communication
Respect for each other
Respect for ones self

2 lies and one truth:
I am afraid of needles
I was homeless for 3 days
I hate karaoke

3 of your favorite hobbies:
Yoga
Reading
Walking

3 bloggers you want to party with:
You
You
and You. But only if you're nice.


3 things you just can't do:
Do math in my head
Hear the words of a song on the first try
watch reality TV

3 things you want to do really bad right now:
See my friend Mr. Fort St. John
Console the Audiophile who is having a bad day
Learn and know everything about aromatherapy or any healing modality, really

3 careers your considering:
Aromatherapist
Yoga Teacher
Wellness Centre Director

3 places you want to go on vacation:
Costa Rica
New Zealand
Iceland

3 true loves:
My Self
The Audiophile
Helping others

3 favorite animals:
Horses
Whales
Eagles

3 reasons why your doing this:
Because it makes me think
Because I can
Does it really matter why? Huh? HUH?

3 people who must take this quiz:
Mr. Wellipsis
Madam The Teacher
And anyone else who feels so inclined


*Jade helps with healing or pain
*Kyanite protects from absorbing negative energy
*Chalcedony promotes stability

Walking Babble.

Good god am I tired.

But I feel pretty good. Mostly.

I walk to work everyday, sort of my tribute to the environment. Because I can conceivably walk that distance in my mind, I do it physically, however it is becoming more apparent (due to the horrendously tired body I have) that my mind travels a whole lot farther than my body likes to do. Mind you, I suppose that is a good thing, because geeze, I don't want to be limited in the mind department.

But really, I walk to work everyday. It works out to 15 blocks. That isn't really that many blocks if you think about it. However. I live in a city where blocks are long. So let me put it to you guys this way. It takes me 30 minutes to walk at a fairly brisk pace. So that is 1 hour of walking to and from work, if I choose to walk the route that I do. Some days though, and this is because I get off of work at 1:30 or 3:30 or what have you, I like to take the "scenic route". And truly? It is truly scenic, and as I walk it makes me glad to know that I am making a contribution towards my environment by walking. This scenic route includes about 50 minutes of water front strolling (also at a good pace. I don't know how to 'stroll'.). My god, its beautiful.

So with standing all day, walking about 1 hour to 1 hour 20 minutes (and that isn't including the 45 minutes to The Audiophiles house if I go there), I get home and I. Am. Tired. And hungry! I've started investing in organic foods (another attempt at making a contribution to the environment and community), and seriously the food tastes better. It really actually does. Between all that walking and the tasty food, I am surprised I haven't eaten myself out of house and home yet.

The job is going good. Apparently last week I did such an awesome job that I got a gift/bonus thing yesterday. Totally unexpected. And today, I was told by one of the newer employees (we've hired a lot of new folks) "Wow, you really know a lot about aromatherapy!" I was dumbfounded. I really actually do!

The customers too, are really cool. I met a Yoga instructor who made such impression that I think I have found someone I would like to study with and work towards my teacher training. Yeah, I may feel a bit down, a lot of it has to do with a sudden realization that HOLY CRAP we are a totally distructive species, and that WOW I am a major contributor. So, I am trying to make an effort.

Babble.

"There is so much Che in Cuba." Overheard by the Audiophile.
...

Really? Huh. Imagine that.

Things I've said (to myself and others) over the last days:

"Why is your prized posession a leather chair? What the hell is wrong with you? What about your life, or your mind? Are these not your prized posessions?"

"Your mental health is not a game of Jenga. You should not be taking blocks from the middle and putting them on the top, a block from the side and putting it on top - because you are going to topple over, eventually."

"It's hard to want to participate. It's like the drugs have stopped working! This feeling I have, it's the same I had a few years ago. It was scary then, because I didn't know what it meant, and it hurt so much. Now, it hurts, but I know why. I can deal with it better now. Because I can see it for what it is."

"I worry about all my friends safety and health, and worry that something will happen to them that will make them no more, so much to the point it causes me pain. And I realize it's ultimately because I am scared to be left alone."

"In this moment, I am happy. And that is all that really matters, to me."

And She Sucketh All the Way Home.

I sucked today.
(But I did not blow, you dirty l'il fuckers)

I met the CEO of the company, that didn't suck. She is really awesome. I really do hope I made a good impression.

Partly though, because I wasn't expecting her to be there, my whole day was thrown off. Usually? I don't do so well when my day has been thrown off. I should really work on that.

People today, were insane. Totally and utterly insane. And then I had a turkey sandwich for lunch/dinner and well, I got all sleepy by the end of my shift and was basically an incoherent babbling mess.

I find that I work best when I am alone, and don't feel the pressure of being watched. I guess that is pretty normal? But today I did work with a super awesome person, I really found her to be intelligent and interesting, and not to mention interested in all the same things I am when it comes to quote un quote MUMBO JUMBO. So, yeah. It was a good day in that sense; the CEO, the cool person I worked with today, but the sucky part was there are some people out there who just won't ever be happy or nice. Ah well.

And another kicker in the ass? I got my VISA bill today, and I owe lots of money. I got my Shaw bill the other day and I owe lots of money. I can't afford this shit anymore. *sigh* But to make it super special? I didn't get my cheque in the mail today. So I am out of luck until the end of the weekend. I currently have: $14.34.

God I wish I was better at handling my money.

I suck. But Stephen Colbert is Hot, and so? The world's alright.

Well, and there's the Audiophile too. Sorry Mr. Colbert, but The 'Phile is truly hotter than you. But the two of you together? Wow.

Hot.

Guess Where I am?

Yup. At that job I left. I have reports I have to do because I didn't get to do them on the Friday due to my uber energy field screwing up the computers. *sigh* I get to work a 6 day week!

But ANYWAY...

I am here, and boy I can tell you? Environment has everything to do with how one feels about their job. I immediately felt so drained when I walked in here. At my other job, I feel tired until I get there, and then because it smells so good, I feel energized and there are lots of things to distract you. Here? I've got a raging head ache.

Last night, I watched the biggest spider run out from underneath my table where the T.V. lives, and along the fireplace and under the couch. The couch I was sitting on. Now, I am convinced these fuckers are psychic. Because when I saw it, and looked at it? It stopped dead in its 8 tracks and then ran FULL TILT under the couch. I didn't even have time to grab a shoe and thwack it.

So, there I am at 11:00pm watching Jon Stewart and wondering where the hell that spider went. OMG. So HUGE. I thought it was a mouse initially. Yes, seriously. A mouse. It stood off the ground a good 1.5 inches. I text message The Audiophile because I needed a distraction, he advised that I 'roll up a paper and beat the fuck next time it shows its face!'.

Well, I didn't know where it went, at least at that point in the evening. With my little legs tucked under me and pecariously peering around my couch and the heaters near me, lifting up various pieces of yoga gear to ensure it didn't crawl into my mats, I settled down and finished watching Jon Stewart, and the Colbert Report. FYI? I think Stephen Colbert is fucking HOT. I have a major love crush on Mr. Colbert. Yeah. That's right. Mr. Colbert? You are a serious hunk of manly man-ness and you can scream YES to me any day...

*Ahem*

I am referring to the EVEN STEVENS (YES! NO! YES! NO!). Geeze.

So, there I am watching the hotness that is Stephen Colbert, when suddenly darting from its orginal location of behind the TV, the Giant Spider. Well, of course I am wondering now, HOLY FUCK is there more than 1 in this place (YUP, PROBABLY)? And with it's spidey senses tingling it ran quickly across the floor and ran into the leg of one of my chairs. And stopped. I stared it down. It stared me down. Or at least I think it was. I couldn't tell because I was too overwhelmed by the size of it, and the fact it was drinking a Bud and smoking a Camel Filterless. Yes, this spider was (yeah, it's dead) a serious bad ass.

I rolled up the paper like the Audiophile had instructed. And I beat the crap out of it. It was a serious brawl, y'all. It smashed it's bottle and tried to cut me and it stuck the cigarette in my eye, and I flew into a rage and just kept smashing it, smashing it, oh the horror. It was so horrible!

I basically slept with one eye open after that. I know that his buddies will be out for blood.

The Heat is On

No, seriously. The heat is finally fucking on.

Yeah.

So, I still smell like das soaps. And I successfully spurted massage oil all over myself today. At work. In front of customers. I was fully clothed, just so you know.

It's a good job, except that it's a huge cut in pay.

What does that mean?

I'm probably gonna have to move.

Ugh.

Rubba dub dub

I smell like various essential oils. In fact, everything I own that was with me at work today smells like luxury. Mmmm... essentials.

How Fortuitous

Yes.

I come in to work, turn my computer on, check the work emails, do the check bank account - ensure pay thing and go say hi to my mother. Come back and the computer is dead. Yup dead. Parched for a disk boot system, because it failed. Press Enter. Fail to comply. Abort. Abort. Dead.

So I am using this fancy laptop that has none of the reports I need to complete before I leave, and so I am to come in on Thursday next week to finish 'the job' and then? Who knows. The world is my (very poor) oyster.

Oh! And my boss then tells me I can leave when I want then because of the computer being dead and all (no tech support until Monday), and then I find out that my book keeping package won't be in until probably 4:00pm. So I have to wait - all day, until then. With TRULY no work to do. Hey, I've always had work to do, and I do get it done, I am just too efficient, and so drag it out over long periods of time, that way I have a full days worth of work. Recommended action by my co workers. Really, I am far to efficient. And now done with the self pompous ass-ness.

Right now the radio is playing 'You spin me right 'round baby, right 'round.' Oh yes. Groovy.

*sputter*

I start my new job next week. For this I am excited.

I had a few thoughts on that other blog, here and here, if you are at all interested in meditation and an recount of that experience to a horrible realization that I am contributing to the demise of the planet.

Such juxtapostion.

I am all a flutter. I think it has to do with the change in the season. Sadly, I have come to realize that this hasn't happened yet. In fact fall won't actually happen until the 23 of September.

But isn't it funny how much our society/culture/'po. mo. whatever the hell' puts its consumer imprint on something so non consumeristic (is that even a word?) as seasons changing? I mean the Equinox is a planetary/solar event, not an arbitrary selection of time and space to go Fall Sale shopping (well, I guess TECHNICALLY it is [an arbitrary selection], we've assigned this particular planetary/solar event with the name FALL EQUINOX and have made it to indicate a change in what we call SEASONS, but thats just semantics really, and truly people? Fall Equinox is not synonymous to A Fall Sale of Clothing Extraordinaire: On now until September 15th - which is STILL SUMMER.).

I was sitting on the bus, deep in thought (I am currently re-reading Aldous Huxley's Island, and that will put you deep in thought) when I looked up and into the window of the Shoppers DrugMart and saw halloween gear. HALLOWEEN GEAR. September 13th was yesterday right? So that puts Halloween approximately 48 days away (so don't delay! Visit your local Gap store for cute costumes for your kids!). You know what will happen as soon as Halloween is past and gone? Christmas Decorations will come out.

We are rushing people! Rush, Rush, Rush. We are talking about fall being here before it happens, and before fall has even reached its adolecence we are going to throw ourselves into the thick of winter.

No wonder we are all so screwed up with stress and anxiety. We tell our children not to wish their time away, that it is precious. But what kind of example are we setting when we freak out about events that aren't taking place MONTHS from now, right now (order your turkeys folks before the end of October or you won't have one! And what kind of people are you if you don't have a turkey for Christmas dinner? Shame on you!)? These events were taken, transformed and then manufactured so that we can consume more.

I mean, I am not even Christian, but I celebrate Christmas. Why? Think about it. If you aren't Jewish, do you celebrate Hannukah? Probably not. So, if you aren't Christian, then why the hell are you celebrating Christmas? Oh! I get it, because it doesn't actually mean celebrating the birth of Christ anymore, it's about how much of your year end bonus you spent on purchasing things for your family that they don't really need. We also call this TRADITION.

Geeze, all this brought on by plastic pumpkins. Wow.

Rather than thinking Summer is over, think about how magical the time of year is when the seasons blend into each other. Rather than lamenting the loss of summer (which hasn't HAPPENED YET, you only think it has because bathing suits and beach mats have gone on sale by 75%), celebrate its last beautiful days. Rather than rushing into the next holiday, and it's hard not to since we are all stuck in this consumer cycle (which is truly by choice, you could stop it if you wanted to), just slow down. Even for a moment. You don't have to give up Christmas if you don't want to, but think, do you really need to get your friend a gift thats just so? Why not make her something? Can't make something? Learn how. Wow, you could learn something new, and give a great gift. And if the idea of not getting the perfect gift for someone is going to ruin your relationship with them, are they really that great of a friend then? Argh, I digress.

My point is this. Stop rushing time, and yourself. Step back from being sucked into the consumeristic mentality. Take a moment and think what is actually pushing you to rush. Is it you pushing? For what? Is it necessary? Will what you are rushing for going to cause you harm, pain, grief if you stop rushing? And enjoy the REST OF THE SUMMER, theres another 9 days left.

MUSIC WEDNESDAY

In light of some events that have taken place, be that of peoples personal hell inflicted by others or my own personal struggles with humanity and myself, I post a song instead of an album.

Bob Dylan's It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Bringing It All Back Home (1965)

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

MEMEMEMEMEMEMEME!!

Stole it from Ms. KimmyK!


1. Favorite Beatles song: Norwegian Wood
2. Favorite Rolling Stones song: Moonlight Mile
3. Favorite Doors song: The Soft Parade
4. Favorite Bob Dylan song: It's Alright Ma
5. Favorite Led Zeppelin song: When the Levee Breaks
6. Favorite TV Theme Song: Thank You for Being a Friend - Golden Girls (yeah, I know but I sing it all the time!)
7. Favorite Prince Song: Cream
8. Favorite Madonna Song: What it Feels Like for a Girl
9. Favorite Michael Jackson Song: Thriller
10. Favorite Queen Song: Bicycle Race
11. Favorite Motorhead Song: Heard of them, don't have a fave song.
12. Favorite Ozzy Song: No More Tears
13. Favorite Public Enemy Song: Hmm, haven't heard them in a while so...
14. Favorite Song from a cartoon: er...
15. Favorite Bruce Springsteen song: Nebraska
16. Favorite Depeche Mode song: Master And Servant
17. Favorite Cure song: Pictures of You
18. Favorite song that most of your friends haven't heard: Dinosaur Act by Low
19. Favorite Smiths song: *sigh* been too long for me to know now.
20. Favorite Beastie Boys song: 3 MC's and 1 DJ
21. Favorite Clash song: The Guns of Brixton
22. Favorite Police song: Message in a Bottle
23. Favorite Eurythmics song: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
24. Favorite Beach Boys song: I don't really know...
25. Favorite Cyndi Lauper song: Time After Time
26. Favorite song from a movie: Clubbed to Death from the Matrix (1)
27. Favorite Duran Duran song: Er...
28. Favorite Peter Tosh song: Not familiar enought with his work to have a fave.
29. Favorite Johnny Cash song: Folsom Prison Blues
30. Favorite song from an 80's one hit wonder: Video Killed The Radio Star
31. Favorite song from a video game: um...don't have one?
32. Favorite Kinks song: not familiar...
33. Favorite Genesis song: Holy shit I have no idea. Whoa, and they only have like a dozen albums.
34. Favorite Thin Lizzy song: I don't know them that well.
35. Favorite INXS song: Devil Inside
36. Favorite Weird Al song: I don't have one but I know someone who DOES!
37. Favorite Peter Gabriel song: Digging In the Dirt
38. Favorite John Lennon song: God
39. Favorite Pink Floyd song: Wish You Were Here
40. Favorite cover song: I See A Darkness - Johnny Cash
41. Favorite White Stripes: erm...no.
42. Favorite dance song: Canned Heat by Jamiroquai
43. Favorite U2 song: Running to Stand Still
44. Favorite song from an actor turned musician: erm...no, no.
45. Favorite disco song: erm...no. no. no.
46. Favorite Power Ballad: erm... NO.
47. Favorite Guns N' Roses song: uh...Nuh uh.
48. Favorite The Who song: My Generation
49. Favorite Elton John song: Rocket Man
50. Favorite song, period: Argh, that's too hard. Right now: Our Way To Fall by Yo La Tengo
51. Favorite Sting song: Not a huge fan.
52. Favorite boy-band song: Sweet Zombie Jesus, No.
53. Favorite Metallica: Not a fan.
54. Favorite Cars song: Don't have one.
55. Favorite Tom Petty song: Free Fallin'
56. Favorite Bon Jovi song: No. Don't have one.
57. Favorite Jazz song: oh, so hard... so many... Strange Fruit by Lady Day (Billie Holiday)
58. Favorite Janet Jackson song: Rhythm Nation
59. Favorite song from the year you were born: One Way Or Another - Blondie


Alright folks, Carry on!

Dude...

I JUST GOT A NEW JOB!

Working as a Manager in Training in an aromatherapy/bath products store. 15 blocks from my house. I start Monday. Hell To The Yes!

*I am going to be so poor*

Oh well...

I JUST GOT A NEW JOB WORKING IN A FIELD THAT MAKES SENSE TO ME SO WHO THE *BLEEP* CARES!

WHOOOHHOOOOO!!!

Has anyone ever wondered why when you hit caps the wingdings on the numbers don't get activated... makes sense to me if you are in caps, that when you hit the number 1 you get ! instead. Who came up with this shit?

It's Thursday!

And blogger likes it when I hit enter and posts my title only. Thanks blogger.

So, I answered your question KimmyK, about Yoga and how it makes me feel better. I don't know if it answers it, but hell it was nice to write about how much yoga is actually important to me.

I totally forgot that Wednesday was Music Wednesday, and so what album do I listen to right now? Umm...

Blondie: Parallel Lines. It's good. I bought it a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, I didn't own any Blondie before that. I know sad huh. I have 'Atomic' as my cell phone ring though (which ISN'T on Parallel Lines). I like that.

Blether.

The link is fixed Teach! :)

Yesterday I practiced practical theraputic Yoga.

I honestly don't really have much to vent about today. Oh, don't get me wrong. There are plenty of things that happened today that were irritating, but I just don't really care enough about them to go on about them.

HEY! I am reading a book right now, The Life of Pi. So far so good. I'll keep you posted on it.

Tuesday that feels like Monday.

I want more long weekends! :(

So, I won't blether on about my long weekend, mostly because well, it wasn't all that interesting in terms of the RE TELLING. But I did go to a barbeque. And I worked a bit. And ate food. Obviously, since I went to a barbeque. Which also involved some red wine. Which I didn't drink a lot of. I know. WHAT IS HAPPENING!!?

Right. So, I have this other blog that I have been pimping, and realize that I haven't really explained the reasons other than I wanted a place to chat about non-jaded-bitter things that Gwynabella experiences.

The other blog is in existence because I am in the process of examining things in my life that are of a more gentle, spiritual, healing nature (like how I used to be... erm, well maybe). A place that reminds me that I am a caring, loving, hell even HAPPY person, and that I take the time to care for myself as much as I care about those around me. Plus it is a place where I can talk about Yoga and Vitamins, health, spirituality and the like, so that I am not bogging down this "place of venting". I can't vent about how self centred people are and how much I want to beat them with my summer squash after I've posted about loving-kindness. It makes me feel awkward. :(

'Temple of Peace' = Balance Is Bliss; 'Venting Space of Hell' = What's the G Stand For.

In other News:

The Crocodile Hunter died yesterday. Apparently he got skewered by a Sting Ray's barb, right through the heart. My heart (oh, pardon) goes out to his family and friends.

The manager and friend of CH told the anchor at CNN who was interviewing him via phone that he was offended by his questions and that he isn't even going to entertain him with even attempting to answer it. Oh the question? Something along the lines of:

Oh, so since you were filming underwater when it happened, did you get a chance to watch the footage afterwards?'

...

Yeah. Jerk.


I am leaving work early today! For no reason other than I can because I hate it here.

YAY!

AHA!

Not sick anymore.

Read about it HERE! (I am SO pimping the new blog, as DC would put it)

Whoo! It's Friday!

Do I have anything that I do in particular on a Friday? I don't think so. Maybe I'll do a meme or something later...

In other News:

Today is the Teacher and DC's 4 year anniversary. YAY! Congrats you two. Much love and happiness.

I watched some woman get put out and stomp off to another door, because a woman trying to get out of a door at that Cambie/City Hall Mall thing had too many bags and couldn't push the door open. No, you couldn't have reached for the door, helping her get through and then go through after, you had to get all pissy and by doing so, made the woman trying to get out feel bad (she felt bad). I grabbed the door for her just as she got caught in it (she had soup or groceries in bags or something) and she was so thankful. What a prick that other woman was. One other time when I went shopping there for groceries (I live real close to it) I held the door open for a woman and her baby carriage thing, and she was so amazed and literally said:

Oh my, that was so nice of you!

I get the distinct impression I live in a neighbourhood of not.so.very.conscious.of.other.people people.