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the shallow side

yes, another post about the kitty

One of the reasons we don’t want kids is because we live like teen agers. We rarely cook, there are piles of books and cds and such all over the place. We leave dirty dishes on the table... S drinks black coffee - he doesn’t make any, he limits his consumption by only having it when he’s out. But he does have a travel mug which sometimes comes home with coffee still in it. Said travel mug may sit on the table overnight with coffee still in it. But we’ve noticed that if there is coffee in the top/lib part of the mug Bella drinks it. She hasn’t got tot he point of trying to open the mug but she sure does enjoy cold black coffee. And then she runs around the house like an even bigger freak then she usually does. Its a little disturbing to see a chemically altered cat. She started out a little twitchy and prone to staring at the air. Now you tell she sees things. Its much like seeing a two year old on coffee. Kinda funny for 20 minutes,exhausting to watch after 40 and then they’re asleep. Still twitching,but asleep.
1.12.05 20:44


Giving in to my inner slug

Even though I like the guy who is taking over the Thursday kickboxing classes at Panther, I’m not going tonight.  First, it’s - 27 with wind chill tonight, and I may be Canadian, but I’m not that Canadian.  Also, I am so sore from this last week – my knees are bruised all to shit, my quads, ribs and arms are all achy – that I don’t think I’d be really on the ball.  All I wanna do is finish work, read Cynicism and Postmodernity till my sweetie comes home and then snuggle up and watch a video.  So that’s what I’m doing.  I checked the long range forecast, and after this weekend the weather returns to normal (in the -10 range) which is good – after the four blocks to the video store and back, my lungs are already wheezy.  If I feel ultra perky tonight, I’ll do some yoga, otherwise I think my body needs a night off.
2.12.05 02:44


A question for you

Did anyone else see Stephen Harper on Newsworld today?  I think he was walking to Don Newman on Politics Today, or whatever the afternoon show on the election was... my question is... was he wearing more lipstick then one imagines in necessary for an interview?  And am I the only one who found the lipstick to be ... well... glossy?
2.12.05 03:26


I'm sorry this is so cheesy, but it seems appropriate

THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND 2 CUPS OF COFFEE

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.


He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.


He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.

Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.


"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things -- your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.


The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else -- the small stuff."

If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls."

The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.  Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.  Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.


The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
3.12.05 20:05


don't take it personal, my head just hurts

It's coming up five in the morning and I can’t sleep and am still a bit headachy, as I have been for much of the weekend and large parts of last week, and damn sore from kick boxing today. It was the final class of the term and we did something more akin to sparing then we have yet which has resulted in bruises along the inside of both my arms (grabbing Jim’s leg after he tried a round house on me), bruises up my right shin (blocking low kicks), the remnants of bruises from last week’s elbows and knees session, plus I managed to tear off part of my toenail. I managed however to not take any shots to the nose although I did take a nice kick to the rids and one to the side of the head.

I’m editing a paper for S, which is going well - just pointing out some places where he ought to add some quotes. Its been a nice evening - we had a good dinner and then snuggled while I drank chai and took pain killers. We spent much of dinner talking about my family. First was my mother’s plan to deal with my health - I should get pregnant. During my rant about how I didn’t want anything growing inside of my body she said that she’d look after it for me. This, after she was hospitalized last week. It was good for a laugh at any rate, though she was quite serious. We also talked about my eldest nephew who is going through some shit/being an idiot and the possibility of his staying with us. I’m going to offer our futon to him for spring break. I find it odd - the difference between him and P’s kids. I adore my ex-sister in law who has done an awesome job with my younger nephew but you can really see that the elder of the two bonded with his Dad and is waiting, not so patiently, to be noticed.

meh. I’m going to finish this and see if I can get any sleep before yoga.
6.12.05 11:58


My head didn’t hurt at all today.

It’s still stupidly cold outside, even so, after work Jim and I walked down to theatre to take in Harry Potter which, frankly, I found boring. The characters didn’t get any development, except for Ron being a big whiner cause his friend is doing well. I felt as though a bunch of the scenes were cut too soon - I kept getting the feeling I’d missed something. We had a nice chat on the way home about my mother’s plan to improve my health and kids in general. We’re going to take in Aeon Flux next, I think.

I wore my argyle knee socks to help keep me warm and now have the criss crossed indentations on my legs. Looks grand with all the bruises.

Because it is the first pain free day, I don’t feel too bad about getting no exercise today, but am looking forward to doing something tomorrow. If we can’t make yoga again, I’m going to the gym.
7.12.05 09:01


My secret admirer

when I started my BA, the internet wasn’t as common as it is now. Most people didn’t have e-mail accounts and you could only get them thru the school if you could prove the reason you needed one. About the time that changed I had my first computer so when the two met you can imagine I was on-line a fair bit. I was on a few message boards which I gave up for the same reason most people do, I sent the occasional random e-mail to bands I liked and harangued them about not coming to my city near often enough and kept in touch with friends as I quickly realized that I don’t like the telephone, except for a few notable exceptions.

A few months into this I started getting e-mails from an anonymous address. They were poetic and fascinating and just a touch poncy. We wrote back and forth for months before I finally bothered asking who it was - I had narrowed it down but wanted confirmation. Of course, knowing was a bit of a let down and the excitement of checking to see if the person had written was diminished, and the wistful melancholic tone changed to a more everyday one - the romance was gone...

The reason I tell you all this, is that as I check my stats, I get hits from another one of those identity blockers. And having learned my lesson, I don’t much care who the person is, although I am curious as to why they choose to hide their identity. In the last case, it was an ex who had claimed great hatred for me and then as the bitterness over our breakup lessened, he realized he still wanted to talk to me. Which is sweet considering how poorly I treated him.

At any rate, Bella is playing with the hospital wristband that was acquired last night, so I’m going to go distract her with something else now.
9.12.05 09:29


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