I've been thinking about writing this for a bit. I'm never comfortable getting personal. Still in my head, so on my last day of everyday blog, I'm going to share.
This time last year I was falling. I met the Redneck King - so called because he is the alpha of his redneck friends - through friends. I'm not still wrapped up in it, so I dont want to rehash the details because that would hurt. Lets just say I shared something with him, and he turned out not to be who I thought he was. I wish I could say he meant nothing to me. I know I mean nothing to him. Sometimes that is still hard to wrap my head around. Occasionally, less and less as time goes on, I find myself imagining future conversations we'll have when he calls me. He's not going to call.
He suprised me by being what I didnt know I wanted. I have high standards, friends often tease me about not giving anyone a chance. He didnt fit my ideal, previously discussed in photos. He wasnt academic, but he was smart, and extremely people smart. He wasnt a musician, but he loved music and had this amazing voice when he sang. He made me laugh and made me feel at ease. He still is all these things.
He also completely disrespected me. I reacted by assuming it was a mistake he would soon correct. A part of me wishes I could go back and call him on his bullshit. It wouldnt change anything. I dont want to be with who he actually is.
Just, sometimes I still miss the possibility he didnt want. The what could have been seemed like a fun place.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Cool
I was thinking about high school today when one of my classmates walked in. I love when life is like that. Like when I first heard about voluntourism online, and then the next two magazines I came across and Oprah featured the topic. I am off topic.
I was never cool in high school. I had good friends, so I wasn't a total social outcast, but there were parties I just wasn't invited to. The girl who came in the store was exactly as cool now as she was then. By cool I mean; trendy, so fashion cool, and also nice, so personality cool. And she had a moment where she became self conscious and said I probably didn't remember who she was. We had choir for two years, yes I remember you.
It's funny, to me, how high school can haunt you. I used to think of all the popular kids as one dimensional cutouts of the other. A few actually are. But for the most part, because I didn't have classes with them (or talk to them in class) and didn't party with them, I didn't really know them. We just didn't travel in the same circles. I used to hate the idea of becoming friends with any of "them" (cool kids) because I thought "If I wasn't good enough to be friends with then, why would I care to be friends with them now?" Looking at my yearbook I realized there are a lot of people in my graduating class I've never had a conversation with. That doesn't mean I shouldn't.
When you are in high school everything is the be all and end all of existence. To a certain extent I think that is true. The labels stick in your subconscious. Acceptance would have been nice, but I never set out to be popular. I never had hockey and drinking and hookups as common interests. Plus I was waaayy too shy. I didn't wave my freak flag as proudly as I do now. I just wanted to get through as under the radar as possible. To the people who knew me then I will always be that choir nerd. They will always be who they were in my mind too.
Once you are out of school though, there are very few opportunities to be judged by a large group of your peers. And your peer group changes from same age, same grade to common career, common hobby, common life. If you are lucky you find commonality.
I think everyone is a geek. Not in a demeaning way, but everyone has something they "geek out" about. It may not be mainstream, but even if it is, doesn't make you any less of a geek. "Geeking out" just means you are passionate about something. I hear people all the time apologizing for being themselves. "I'm such a geek but I just love..." you probably aren't the only one. They just didn't want to say so incase it wasn't cool.
I was never cool in high school. I had good friends, so I wasn't a total social outcast, but there were parties I just wasn't invited to. The girl who came in the store was exactly as cool now as she was then. By cool I mean; trendy, so fashion cool, and also nice, so personality cool. And she had a moment where she became self conscious and said I probably didn't remember who she was. We had choir for two years, yes I remember you.
It's funny, to me, how high school can haunt you. I used to think of all the popular kids as one dimensional cutouts of the other. A few actually are. But for the most part, because I didn't have classes with them (or talk to them in class) and didn't party with them, I didn't really know them. We just didn't travel in the same circles. I used to hate the idea of becoming friends with any of "them" (cool kids) because I thought "If I wasn't good enough to be friends with then, why would I care to be friends with them now?" Looking at my yearbook I realized there are a lot of people in my graduating class I've never had a conversation with. That doesn't mean I shouldn't.
When you are in high school everything is the be all and end all of existence. To a certain extent I think that is true. The labels stick in your subconscious. Acceptance would have been nice, but I never set out to be popular. I never had hockey and drinking and hookups as common interests. Plus I was waaayy too shy. I didn't wave my freak flag as proudly as I do now. I just wanted to get through as under the radar as possible. To the people who knew me then I will always be that choir nerd. They will always be who they were in my mind too.
Once you are out of school though, there are very few opportunities to be judged by a large group of your peers. And your peer group changes from same age, same grade to common career, common hobby, common life. If you are lucky you find commonality.
I think everyone is a geek. Not in a demeaning way, but everyone has something they "geek out" about. It may not be mainstream, but even if it is, doesn't make you any less of a geek. "Geeking out" just means you are passionate about something. I hear people all the time apologizing for being themselves. "I'm such a geek but I just love..." you probably aren't the only one. They just didn't want to say so incase it wasn't cool.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I have so had this day
This artist is hilarious and has a novel, if you like this check out "Nothing Nice to Say" and/or "My Stupid Life" by Mitch Clem, or go here
Friday, September 26, 2008
Virtuoso
Tonight I went to this violin (and piano) concert of beautiful and interesting music. It's been too long since I've heard live music of this calibre. I could feel all my musical training perking up, dusting itself off and coming to focus. Like a book that challenges your mind, this challenged my ears. There is a great sense of belonging I have with music. It belongs with everyone, but with music I always belong. As an audience member, performing, or even disussing, I never feel out of place with music, or musical people. It's more than an old friend, it's like an integral piece of my being. Especially my well being.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Something Fun
Still new to this whole bloggosphere, and with a small reader base, I'm just going to put this out there. Ok, I'm not sure how Meme's work. Is there an ultimate source page for them, where do they ultimately come from? I'm guessing imaginations not unlike mine. Are there topic rules/guidelines? I dont know. I love all things meme, I want to start one. Maybe its not called meme if you start it. I should goggle this. Maybe wikipedia. Definately setting up the "I am uninformed" flag, should the more knowledgeable descend. Having said this, and recently discovered how to insert pictures I present my idea for you to copy and fill in the blanks.
Top Criteria for Ideal Mate: In Picture Form
Not gender or otherwise specific, and not limited in number of choices.
Everyone has criteria, not anything set in stone and sometimes you get suprised by someone who fits in a way you never thought about. I have a friend who always goes for the white trash, Kid Rock, Eminem, guys from tattoo shows, that's her.
Diva, you (and others like you) may just post a random sampling of pictures of your hubby, but you must be specific as to how he fits your ideal.
If this finds you too broken hearted to think about present and futures or simply brings up the past, then set you as your ideal mate, and conjure all the things you like best about you. Or do both.
I am shallow and am pulling from Hollywood images. I leave it open to your own interpretation, just please tag it back to me so I can join your fun. Yes, its terribly immature, but its for fun. That's it, that's the whole thing.
Oh, wait, yes, here's mine.
In ever changing order of importance, I look for,
SMART; Well read, articulate, aware of the world around him.
Top Criteria for Ideal Mate: In Picture Form
Not gender or otherwise specific, and not limited in number of choices.
Everyone has criteria, not anything set in stone and sometimes you get suprised by someone who fits in a way you never thought about. I have a friend who always goes for the white trash, Kid Rock, Eminem, guys from tattoo shows, that's her.
Diva, you (and others like you) may just post a random sampling of pictures of your hubby, but you must be specific as to how he fits your ideal.
If this finds you too broken hearted to think about present and futures or simply brings up the past, then set you as your ideal mate, and conjure all the things you like best about you. Or do both.
I am shallow and am pulling from Hollywood images. I leave it open to your own interpretation, just please tag it back to me so I can join your fun. Yes, its terribly immature, but its for fun. That's it, that's the whole thing.
Oh, wait, yes, here's mine.
In ever changing order of importance, I look for,
SMART; Well read, articulate, aware of the world around him.
MUSICAL; Music is a huge part of my life and its so attractive when he shares that.
FUNNY; A quick wit that makes me laugh.
POLISHED; Well groomed, with a sense of etiquette.
MACHO, MACHO MAN; There's something to be said for masculine.
AMBITIOUS; If not successful, atleast want it.
I'll find a pic to go with this, that is not Donald Trump, as he is currently in my head. Not a politician either. Too slick.
This took much longer than I thought. Not the simple game I thought it would be. Play if you want, but be warned.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
99 more days
In the spirit of honesty I'll say I fell off the wagon this morning. And again this afternoon. Lets move on.
I've counted it out and I have 99 more days till I move. Seems cold to be counting down like I'm waiting to escape. The good parts of here are always in my life wherever I am though. I don't need to physically be here to have a laugh with my Dad. Or to hear how much my Gram loves me and tell her the same. They're only ever a phone call away.
I think of it like being under a giant comforter. Its warm and feels safe. You also can't see what's out there. And when you finally fold it back, there's that first breath of oxygen. It may be colder but it feels like freedom. Like something you needed and didnt even know you were missing.
I'm looking forward to breathing it all in.
I've counted it out and I have 99 more days till I move. Seems cold to be counting down like I'm waiting to escape. The good parts of here are always in my life wherever I am though. I don't need to physically be here to have a laugh with my Dad. Or to hear how much my Gram loves me and tell her the same. They're only ever a phone call away.
I think of it like being under a giant comforter. Its warm and feels safe. You also can't see what's out there. And when you finally fold it back, there's that first breath of oxygen. It may be colder but it feels like freedom. Like something you needed and didnt even know you were missing.
I'm looking forward to breathing it all in.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Another day
Made it through today with no chocolate. Not an especially trying day, but a craving heavy day for some reason. Fate seemed to conspire with me in a very odd twist. The chocolate I wanted was sold out, and when I decided (after serious consideration) on an appropriate substitute, my Dad walked in the store. I cannot break my own rule in front of him as I have told him about it, and was thereby prohibited from indulging. Feeling closer to health than not, if a tipping scale is not too much as an illusion.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Storm clouds
Being alone is sitting fine with me today. Better than dissapointment. I'm so far behind on the marriage and kids bus its not worth trying to catch up. Even if I did want it. So alone it is. Better to be alone and happy than attached and miserable.
Really stomping my inner optimist today. She's all happy and positive and chipper and I want to punch her in the face. Everything is shit now, and will continue to be for the forseeable future. I know, she's rallying, "put positivity out and the universe will bring it to you" and I say bullshit. Continue to believe that and the universe will test your resolve. Hope springs eternally to get stomped. I dont want to wish for anything anymore. Following that I'll be genuinely suprised if good actually happens.
OK, now I should become a recluse.
I have a pretty great life, family to rely on, good health, all the basics on the heirarchy of needs. I try to not take that for granted. I appreciate that there are people in the world with real problems. I'm just frustrated with uncertainty in this moment. Not just love, but finances, and dreams and a five year plan that is 15 years off course. I feel derailed, and I'm not sure how to get back on course or even which track is right when I do. I want to feel in control, not just reacting to the moment. I need to focus.
Really stomping my inner optimist today. She's all happy and positive and chipper and I want to punch her in the face. Everything is shit now, and will continue to be for the forseeable future. I know, she's rallying, "put positivity out and the universe will bring it to you" and I say bullshit. Continue to believe that and the universe will test your resolve. Hope springs eternally to get stomped. I dont want to wish for anything anymore. Following that I'll be genuinely suprised if good actually happens.
OK, now I should become a recluse.
I have a pretty great life, family to rely on, good health, all the basics on the heirarchy of needs. I try to not take that for granted. I appreciate that there are people in the world with real problems. I'm just frustrated with uncertainty in this moment. Not just love, but finances, and dreams and a five year plan that is 15 years off course. I feel derailed, and I'm not sure how to get back on course or even which track is right when I do. I want to feel in control, not just reacting to the moment. I need to focus.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Project number one
I missed a day in my blog everyday plan. OK, two. Not dwelling, moving on and getting back into the groove.
I spent today cleaning. Attacked the kitchen full force. My mom is not very much of a housekeeper and no one else has the ability to reach into cupboards and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I emptied shelves and cupboards, cleaning and organizing, washed walls, basic cleaning standards. I'm trying to have empathy for how it must be to have someone come in and do that to my kitchen for my mom's ungrateful response to my hard work. I'm tired of always having to see it from her side.
I have two characteristics that I always use when with my family. One is a built up ability not to see the mess that surrounds me. It is their house and their things, and if this is how they choose to live, so be it. The other is I am extremely forgiving. Not in a saintly way, but I dont hold on to grudges, I dont get mad easily and I dont stay mad long. This is one of the best qualities I have from my Dad and I hope I always keep this in common. Some may say, then you are a doormat. I have been, at times, yes. But I have more self confidence now to stand up for myself. I'm not interested in holding on to anger all the time.
My mom and I have always had a difficult relationship. This is not all her fault. But it is not all mine either. I'm tired of knocking at the door for her attention, and getting a bruised hand for my efforts. I simply accept that we are not going to have the close relationship I envy of others. I love her very much, and I would really love for her to open that door.
I spent today cleaning. Attacked the kitchen full force. My mom is not very much of a housekeeper and no one else has the ability to reach into cupboards and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I emptied shelves and cupboards, cleaning and organizing, washed walls, basic cleaning standards. I'm trying to have empathy for how it must be to have someone come in and do that to my kitchen for my mom's ungrateful response to my hard work. I'm tired of always having to see it from her side.
I have two characteristics that I always use when with my family. One is a built up ability not to see the mess that surrounds me. It is their house and their things, and if this is how they choose to live, so be it. The other is I am extremely forgiving. Not in a saintly way, but I dont hold on to grudges, I dont get mad easily and I dont stay mad long. This is one of the best qualities I have from my Dad and I hope I always keep this in common. Some may say, then you are a doormat. I have been, at times, yes. But I have more self confidence now to stand up for myself. I'm not interested in holding on to anger all the time.
My mom and I have always had a difficult relationship. This is not all her fault. But it is not all mine either. I'm tired of knocking at the door for her attention, and getting a bruised hand for my efforts. I simply accept that we are not going to have the close relationship I envy of others. I love her very much, and I would really love for her to open that door.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
29 Things
Meme taken from the always lovely Diva
- What is your occupation right now? Clerk, and, let's go with general labourer
- What color are your socks right now? The socks I had on earlier were navy and fuzzy. Wondering why I took them off actually.
- What are you listening to right now? Music in my head. Some sort of dance track mix combo. Its good.
- What was the last thing that you ate? Zucchini and broccoli, brown rice and prawns.
- Do you drive a stick shift? Quite well if I say so myself.
- Last person you spoke to on the phone? My sis.
- Do you like the person who sent this to you? Pretend that says do you like who you got this from, Yes, one of my oldest and best friends. Encouraged my blogging :)
- How old are you today? 30. Ah!
- What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Figure skating. Its a sport.
- What is your favorite drink? Grape Crush. Good with or without ice cream. Also I love fruity girly drinks, but not involving tequila. Daquari yes, margarita no. Paralyzers.
- Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes, but I've given up trying to get rid of the red.
- Favorite food? I'm a total foodie, but here's the short list, sushi, shishkebabs, the perfect steak, and especially anything breakfast, waffles, crepes, eggs, hasbrowns, bacon, if there's a possibility of syryp I'm there.
- What is the last movie you watched? That I liked? Penelope.
- Favorite day of the year? January 1st. Follows Christmas/Birthday/New Years gauntlet.
- How do you vent anger? Sarcasm.
- What was your favorite toy as a child? Grover
- What is your favorite season? Summer. Long days of sunshine and feeling they'll last.
- Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries
- Living arrangements? With parents and maternal grandmother.
- When was the last time you cried? The last time I really thought about the reality of the situation.
- What is on the floor of your closet? A lot of things that aren't mine, like an accordian (you can ask, I dont know) and my suitcases.
- What did you do last night? Same thing we do every night Pinky. TV, facebook, blog, bed. Exception of the new good tv.
- What are you most afraid of? Losing those I care about. Never finding love. Woah, deep.
- Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Ah, cheeseburger from McD's. Otherwise not a big fan of the burger.
- Favorite dog breed? Mine.
- Favorite day of the week? Monday. Starts the week fresh.
- How many states have you lived in? Clearly American, I've only lived in one province, how dull.
- Pearls or diamonds? Really, who would pick pearls? Although after I watched Blood Diamond I no longer wanted any precious stone. And mining? I may just opt for a tattoo. Oh, who am I kidding. I want a big rock.
- What is your favorite flower? Tulips
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Where is the money tree?
Earlier this summer I was standing with my Dad in an office of an aquaintance of his, a business(car sales)man. They were discussing poor spending of the next generation (indirectly, but not pointedly, me)and how none of "these kids today" have any fiscal sense. That in order to buy a home they have to have the deposit given to them.
More recently I was discussing how business values have changed. It used to be that you were rewarded for loyalty if not hard work. Get in with the right company and they'll take care of you. Nowadays more often then not though, everyone is looking out for number one. Putting all your eggs in one basket seems smart, inless that basket is forestry, car manufacturing, and the like. Working at a big grocery chain used to be a good job. A good union job. The benefits flowed from the top. Now the benefits are still at the top, but the new contract barely rewards loyalty. Competing against wage hourders like Walmart drive competition, but good thing, because where else wil you be able to afford to shop on pennies an hour.
Looking at career options, education is sold as the be all to end all. Maybe if you aim for a trade. A self employable trade.
I'm not saying it isn't possible to build equity in this day and age. I'm just tired of being sold "the good life" that is so far in my future I may never reach it.
More recently I was discussing how business values have changed. It used to be that you were rewarded for loyalty if not hard work. Get in with the right company and they'll take care of you. Nowadays more often then not though, everyone is looking out for number one. Putting all your eggs in one basket seems smart, inless that basket is forestry, car manufacturing, and the like. Working at a big grocery chain used to be a good job. A good union job. The benefits flowed from the top. Now the benefits are still at the top, but the new contract barely rewards loyalty. Competing against wage hourders like Walmart drive competition, but good thing, because where else wil you be able to afford to shop on pennies an hour.
Looking at career options, education is sold as the be all to end all. Maybe if you aim for a trade. A self employable trade.
I'm not saying it isn't possible to build equity in this day and age. I'm just tired of being sold "the good life" that is so far in my future I may never reach it.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Oddly Thrilling
Ok, so I cant figure out how to embed the link, so you'll have to follow it, but trust me, its worth it.
Prison Thriller
Prison Thriller
Monday, September 15, 2008
Not in the mood
Really dont even want to write tonight, but I'm sticking to my guns.
Just so tired of other people's bullshit. I'm trapped and lonely in this absurd place, half way gone and not moving forward. Time is leaving me behind. I miss my life terribly. And I worry when I move that it will only be dissapointment. Emailed film guy and his response is my happy thought at the moment. Otherwise I'm left dealing with family politics. Mostly a never ending passive aggressive fight with my mom. I get angry when she tries to feign interest in my life, because she has no interest in my life. Why bother starting now. I cannot wait to get out. We could be taking this time to hang out and become friends as adults but she would rather play childish games. You want to know why we have no relationship Mom? You, are why we have no relationship. Why we have never had a relationship. Why I vow to do everything in my power to not do the same with my children, should I have any.
Just so tired of other people's bullshit. I'm trapped and lonely in this absurd place, half way gone and not moving forward. Time is leaving me behind. I miss my life terribly. And I worry when I move that it will only be dissapointment. Emailed film guy and his response is my happy thought at the moment. Otherwise I'm left dealing with family politics. Mostly a never ending passive aggressive fight with my mom. I get angry when she tries to feign interest in my life, because she has no interest in my life. Why bother starting now. I cannot wait to get out. We could be taking this time to hang out and become friends as adults but she would rather play childish games. You want to know why we have no relationship Mom? You, are why we have no relationship. Why we have never had a relationship. Why I vow to do everything in my power to not do the same with my children, should I have any.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Same old places, new again
Spent this weekend having conversations with people who for various reasons have fallen back into my life. It was really nice, and I dont think that it would be this good if I hadn't changed in the interim. I am able now to put my trust in them, where as I wouldn't have before. I am enjoying having faith in people, and friendship. I spent part of the day catching up with a friend I grew apart from for reasons neither of us could recall. I confided as I would have in our youth, and I never felt like I might be burdening her with my problems, but that I was letting her back into my life and the admissions renewed a closeness in our friendship. I spent the evening chatting with my oldest friend, the friend I've had the most drama with, and yet could genuinely enjoy catching up and having her be in my life and being part of hers. I love having friends I can pick back up with like I saw them yesterday, whether it was yesterday, or a longer time. I love being friends with people who know where I'm from, whether its the actual place, or a value set like my friends from church. I am confident enough in myself to know that I will never stand for the bullshit I've put up with in the past. Finding childhood friends as an adult means finding the adult in my childhood friend. That knowledge allows me to truly enjoy these friends.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
YW
Hung out wih some old friends today. Was nice to laugh in the same places again. Bittersweet because there is a distance that has developed between us as we've grown up and apart it seems. I wish I didn't see it. Getting back a closeness seems so far away. But the trip is worth it I think.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Ah!
So I asked noncrush to hang out! Ah!
Yes, melodrama, but, this is big news for me.
Earlier today he was in (the store I work in) and we were talking and he said he got to see the ultrasound. Excuse me? So exciting for him, but bummer for me. He came in later and was chatting about not having a social life and I said "Except for your girlfriend, wife type" and he said "I dont have either" so, why do you have an ultrasound? Apparently from a one night stand, and they are trying to remain friends. Then he just hung out chatting for a while, so eventually I said "You know, we both have no social life in common, maybe we should hang out?" And he said yeah, which was excellent, because the second the words left my mouth I kinda couldn't breathe. He said where he lived, very close, and that I should stop by. I said "I dont think I'll just be coming over to hang out" at random stranger's place, he said "Sure, lots of people do." So I said sure, or something to that effect, and he tilted his head and gave me a big smile.
Not desperate enough to go, or looking for the kind of friend who just hang out, late at night...but segue into coffe sometime would be ok. Should have given my number but I feel I've done enough for today.
Yes, melodrama, but, this is big news for me.
Earlier today he was in (the store I work in) and we were talking and he said he got to see the ultrasound. Excuse me? So exciting for him, but bummer for me. He came in later and was chatting about not having a social life and I said "Except for your girlfriend, wife type" and he said "I dont have either" so, why do you have an ultrasound? Apparently from a one night stand, and they are trying to remain friends. Then he just hung out chatting for a while, so eventually I said "You know, we both have no social life in common, maybe we should hang out?" And he said yeah, which was excellent, because the second the words left my mouth I kinda couldn't breathe. He said where he lived, very close, and that I should stop by. I said "I dont think I'll just be coming over to hang out" at random stranger's place, he said "Sure, lots of people do." So I said sure, or something to that effect, and he tilted his head and gave me a big smile.
Not desperate enough to go, or looking for the kind of friend who just hang out, late at night...but segue into coffe sometime would be ok. Should have given my number but I feel I've done enough for today.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Day 11 of Everyday Plan
I have stolen, er, borrowed this meme from the wonderful Diva.
1. What was I doing ten years ago? September, 1998, I was starting my second year university, thinking about getting a puppy, about to live in my own place on my own for the first time. The future was bright and full of promise.
2. What are five things on my list to do today? Er, its 11:20, so I'll make the list for tomorrow, Paint wood for rails, clean bathroom, put away dishes, go to work, ask customer noncrush out - if he comes in.
3. Snacks I enjoy? Anything sugary sweet, like skittles, and oh, individually wrapped caramels. Graham crackers with cream cheese and jam. Yum.
4. Things I Would Do If I Were A Billionaire? Anything I wanted. Who can stop me? Oh yeah, the tax department. I would take care of my family and friends, buy all the luxury items, invest to ensure I never had to work again, spend time voluntouring, and donate to the many great causes I believe in.
5. Three of my bad habits? Selfishness, procrastination, Overly mean sarcasm.
6. Five places I have lived?Parents, basement suite, apartment, duplex, house.
7. Five jobs I’ve had? Parcel Delivery Driver, Food Market, Clerk, Secretary, Tim Hortons.
8. How did you name your blog? I used my initials and thought I was terribly clever. Get it, KLR Thinking, can sound out like Clear Thinking - which I hope to one day have.
1. What was I doing ten years ago? September, 1998, I was starting my second year university, thinking about getting a puppy, about to live in my own place on my own for the first time. The future was bright and full of promise.
2. What are five things on my list to do today? Er, its 11:20, so I'll make the list for tomorrow, Paint wood for rails, clean bathroom, put away dishes, go to work, ask customer noncrush out - if he comes in.
3. Snacks I enjoy? Anything sugary sweet, like skittles, and oh, individually wrapped caramels. Graham crackers with cream cheese and jam. Yum.
4. Things I Would Do If I Were A Billionaire? Anything I wanted. Who can stop me? Oh yeah, the tax department. I would take care of my family and friends, buy all the luxury items, invest to ensure I never had to work again, spend time voluntouring, and donate to the many great causes I believe in.
5. Three of my bad habits? Selfishness, procrastination, Overly mean sarcasm.
6. Five places I have lived?Parents, basement suite, apartment, duplex, house.
7. Five jobs I’ve had? Parcel Delivery Driver, Food Market, Clerk, Secretary, Tim Hortons.
8. How did you name your blog? I used my initials and thought I was terribly clever. Get it, KLR Thinking, can sound out like Clear Thinking - which I hope to one day have.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Vikings
I have friends who plough through relationships at record speed. They meet someone, and the next time I talk to them its someone new. They never get bogged down long or attached. Rejection rarely slows them down, and they dish it out far more often. They're like the frickin Vikings of the dating world, conquer and move on. I want this attitude. Just for the first get to know you phase. I am capable of attachment, I'd just like less of it in the honeymoon phase. You know, the beginning phase where everything they do is great and fun. Accept it as great and fun, but put no more stock in him than that. I have the He-should-be-so-lucky-as-to-have-me-like-him attitude, so, almost there. Trying the new theory.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Some time
I joined choir again and today was the first practice. I'm glad I went, because I always miss that community and the music and just singing, in general, with other people. Saw some old aquaintances I can see becoming better friends with.
This is all part of my plan to not be such a recluse. Maybe its age affecting me, but I'm trying to enjoy the present instead of planning to enjoy some time in the future. When we wheel into the old folks home all we really take with us are the memories, or regrets. Or both. I spend too much time planning to enjoy my perfect life when it arrives. I need to live more in the life I have now.
This is all part of my plan to not be such a recluse. Maybe its age affecting me, but I'm trying to enjoy the present instead of planning to enjoy some time in the future. When we wheel into the old folks home all we really take with us are the memories, or regrets. Or both. I spend too much time planning to enjoy my perfect life when it arrives. I need to live more in the life I have now.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Mr.Mr.
Usually when I meet someone I might be interested in I crush for months, build an entire imaginary personality of what he might be like based on the (very) few conversations we have, convince myself he is my next great love, and then come crashing into reality. Or, better, a new crush. This works very well in some cases. Celebrity crush, and any currently running perfect crushes that are now so far away it no longer matters. I cant give them up. I've tried, that's the kind of crazy that sticks.
When I moved I decided change was in order. Mostly I meant in the distant future when I am again independent. I challenged myself that the next time I met someone interesting, BEFORE I got all carried away, I would pursue an actual relationshipy thingy. No more getting all wrapped up, to be disappointed. Invest a bit, and move on, or highlight of all highlights, have it go somewhere.
Now I have met someone I want to get to know better. He works at a restaurant down the street from the store my parents own. He is clearly not getting my telepathic signals to ask me out. I'm not sure if I have the guts to go through with asking him myself. Trying to remember he's no big deal, and the worst that can happen is he says no and I move on to a new crush - type thing, because I'm not crushing.
A listing of past huge crushes for reference point and motivation,
- Joey Lawrence, that may be going back too far.
- Mr Handsome, my high school crush, who was (only) flattered (sadly) when I told him. Became one of my best friends and was exactly as I imagined him to be. How rare is that?!! Is still one of the kindest, funniest people I know.
- Hot Chocolate, so named because of his beverage of choice at the TH I worked at. Also because Hot C also relates to his name. Actually met at a friends birthday. Is one of the best looking men I've ever seen in real life. And is nice, smart, and funny. He is the perfect crush. I romantisized what it would be like to be with him just to not feel so alone. I kind of hope I never really get to know him, might spoil the illusion. He's just...OK, if you've seen the Robin Hood the cartoon the part where the girl rabbit sees Robin and sighs "He's sooo handsome", or Trent (Vince Vaughn) in Swingers "We're so money, baby!" He is sooo money, baby!
- Film Guy lives where I plan to live, and used to live where I used to live. He has an amazing and quick wit, that always makes me laugh. We're going to hang out when I move. Then he'll have enough time to discover my charm :)
There are many others, and ofcourse they all have nicknames, some because I dont know their real name and you have to fill a conversation with something. Perhaps you even have a few yourself. This may mean you are as crazy and neurotic as me. Do not fear, I am trying my crush free theory as we speak and hope to find some measure of success. I never really want to give up that kind of a heart jump into your throat, butterflies in your stomache, skin tingling, light headed, insert continuous cliches here, feeling at the sight or sound of him.
When I moved I decided change was in order. Mostly I meant in the distant future when I am again independent. I challenged myself that the next time I met someone interesting, BEFORE I got all carried away, I would pursue an actual relationshipy thingy. No more getting all wrapped up, to be disappointed. Invest a bit, and move on, or highlight of all highlights, have it go somewhere.
Now I have met someone I want to get to know better. He works at a restaurant down the street from the store my parents own. He is clearly not getting my telepathic signals to ask me out. I'm not sure if I have the guts to go through with asking him myself. Trying to remember he's no big deal, and the worst that can happen is he says no and I move on to a new crush - type thing, because I'm not crushing.
A listing of past huge crushes for reference point and motivation,
- Joey Lawrence, that may be going back too far.
- Mr Handsome, my high school crush, who was (only) flattered (sadly) when I told him. Became one of my best friends and was exactly as I imagined him to be. How rare is that?!! Is still one of the kindest, funniest people I know.
- Hot Chocolate, so named because of his beverage of choice at the TH I worked at. Also because Hot C also relates to his name. Actually met at a friends birthday. Is one of the best looking men I've ever seen in real life. And is nice, smart, and funny. He is the perfect crush. I romantisized what it would be like to be with him just to not feel so alone. I kind of hope I never really get to know him, might spoil the illusion. He's just...OK, if you've seen the Robin Hood the cartoon the part where the girl rabbit sees Robin and sighs "He's sooo handsome", or Trent (Vince Vaughn) in Swingers "We're so money, baby!" He is sooo money, baby!
- Film Guy lives where I plan to live, and used to live where I used to live. He has an amazing and quick wit, that always makes me laugh. We're going to hang out when I move. Then he'll have enough time to discover my charm :)
There are many others, and ofcourse they all have nicknames, some because I dont know their real name and you have to fill a conversation with something. Perhaps you even have a few yourself. This may mean you are as crazy and neurotic as me. Do not fear, I am trying my crush free theory as we speak and hope to find some measure of success. I never really want to give up that kind of a heart jump into your throat, butterflies in your stomache, skin tingling, light headed, insert continuous cliches here, feeling at the sight or sound of him.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Progress
I am waiting. I am working with my Dad on constructiony-type projects that I have no training in. This means to accomplish anything I have to go at his pace. Lose an hour at the hardware store, following the 1/2 hour spent looking for tools in the garage (a process I am hoping to amend soon) to begin a project that will probably have atleast 3 more said interruptions. I do not mind working at his pace, it means I get to just hang out with my Dad basically. It is hard in that the figure I once saw strong as Superman, now asks me to open jars for him. Where once we used to race, now I see him slowly shuffle, holding on as he goes, tryng to avoid a fall. They call it Inclusion-Body Myositis, or that's what they've diagnosed this time. All I know is I am watching my strongman hero slowly lose his strength. I am not going to take away the little independence he can still have. I'm thankfull he accepts help, even if sometimes it has to be forced on him. I am most grateful that he never gives up. So we plod along, and occasionally even accomplish something. I need to take this time to not just work, but to take some time to work with my Dad.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Chocolate - My Nemesis
Yesterday I decided to (again) give up chocolate in all its delicious forms. I made it almost 2 years the last time, so I have high hopes. I am actually super allergic to some brands, and probably minimally to all. The allergy is, I think, to a preservative, but I'm not inclined to test the theory, often. And the caffeine gives me migraines. Which is what I woke up with this morning after the (one day!) withdrawal. I am going to miss it, and crave it, but it is for my health, and I will try to keep that in mind.
With cravings and headaches I joke to friends that Chocolate has become a voice in my head, telling me to eat, and when I dont listen, it gets a big stick and pounds from inside. Yes this sounds crazy, inless you agree and have heard them too.
With cravings and headaches I joke to friends that Chocolate has become a voice in my head, telling me to eat, and when I dont listen, it gets a big stick and pounds from inside. Yes this sounds crazy, inless you agree and have heard them too.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Meme
Thanks to Fourleafclover who got this from Teeni
I am: an adult sitting in my childhood bedroom.
I think: I should be more accomplished by now.
I know: I am loved, but I never trust it.
I have: so much work to do.
I wish: for things beyond my control.
I hate: being fake.
I miss: my life and independence before.
I fear: Becoming someone I dont like.
I hear: the whir of the computer, my watch, and earlier, crickets. Loudly.
I smell: Shampoo from my just showered hair.
I crave: Affection.
I search: for true friendships.
I wonder: if my inner idealist will be crushed by reality.
I regret: less of what I have done and more of what I haven't
I love: My family, the one given and chosen.
I ache: but I try to ignore it.
I am not: who I aspire to be.
I believe: Moments are the most important.
I dance: in different forms.
I sing: because I love to.
I cry: when I hope no one sees/hears me.
I fight: against my own pettiness.
I win: when I can see positive.
I lose: when I say hurtful things.
I never: really forget.
I always: try to see the other side.
I confuse: how I think I should feel with how I do feel.
I listen: for the alterior motive.
I can usually be found: at home.
I am scared: of losing those close to me.
I need: very little really.
I am happy about: a moment in the future, but I'm working on here and now.
I imagine: more than I can write.
I am: an adult sitting in my childhood bedroom.
I think: I should be more accomplished by now.
I know: I am loved, but I never trust it.
I have: so much work to do.
I wish: for things beyond my control.
I hate: being fake.
I miss: my life and independence before.
I fear: Becoming someone I dont like.
I hear: the whir of the computer, my watch, and earlier, crickets. Loudly.
I smell: Shampoo from my just showered hair.
I crave: Affection.
I search: for true friendships.
I wonder: if my inner idealist will be crushed by reality.
I regret: less of what I have done and more of what I haven't
I love: My family, the one given and chosen.
I ache: but I try to ignore it.
I am not: who I aspire to be.
I believe: Moments are the most important.
I dance: in different forms.
I sing: because I love to.
I cry: when I hope no one sees/hears me.
I fight: against my own pettiness.
I win: when I can see positive.
I lose: when I say hurtful things.
I never: really forget.
I always: try to see the other side.
I confuse: how I think I should feel with how I do feel.
I listen: for the alterior motive.
I can usually be found: at home.
I am scared: of losing those close to me.
I need: very little really.
I am happy about: a moment in the future, but I'm working on here and now.
I imagine: more than I can write.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Alone but not lonely
I'm not pining for anyone in particular, which is not the norm for me. Just in the last year I've finally been able to embrace singledom as a good thing and not see it as a disease or failing. I'm interested in settling down, but not settling for less. I like me quite a bit, as is.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
More Bridget Jones than Carrie Bradshaw
Have taken diary attitude towards blogging.
Most pressing thought of today is not being able to follow rather simple dietary guidelines. I just love sugar too much. I really dont want to have health problems in my old age that are related to how I took care of myself. Anything preventable, I want to prevent, like heart disease, diabetes, even osteoporosis. These thoughts freak me out. Winning beauty contests are just not enough incentive to get off the couch (computer) because I will never be a model. I dont want to work that hard to have the body of a 10 year old boy. I will work for my health though. This is not about caving to societal pressure of ideals, but maintaining my own fitness.
The part that sucks is my sister is a model. No one famous, outside of her own mind, but at 5'11 and 125'ish, it seems somehow unfair that we share a gene pool. That sounds really whiny.
Funny story about my sister. Once I joined Nutrisystem online and they had (may still have) a BMI type index of how much you "should" weigh for your height. I punched in my numbers at the time and it gave me the appropriately saddening response. My sister in an effort to join with me, put her numbers in. The response was that she did not need to lose and was on the very low end of acceptable. So to this she asks, "But how much would I need to lose if I were 5"7"?" I just laughed, and we still laugh about it.
I want the confidence that comes from feeling strong, agile and graceful. The last two may not be true, but I'm holding on to hope. I do not seek someone else's shallow praise, because I've set the bar for myself. I accept it willingly though.
Most pressing thought of today is not being able to follow rather simple dietary guidelines. I just love sugar too much. I really dont want to have health problems in my old age that are related to how I took care of myself. Anything preventable, I want to prevent, like heart disease, diabetes, even osteoporosis. These thoughts freak me out. Winning beauty contests are just not enough incentive to get off the couch (computer) because I will never be a model. I dont want to work that hard to have the body of a 10 year old boy. I will work for my health though. This is not about caving to societal pressure of ideals, but maintaining my own fitness.
The part that sucks is my sister is a model. No one famous, outside of her own mind, but at 5'11 and 125'ish, it seems somehow unfair that we share a gene pool. That sounds really whiny.
Funny story about my sister. Once I joined Nutrisystem online and they had (may still have) a BMI type index of how much you "should" weigh for your height. I punched in my numbers at the time and it gave me the appropriately saddening response. My sister in an effort to join with me, put her numbers in. The response was that she did not need to lose and was on the very low end of acceptable. So to this she asks, "But how much would I need to lose if I were 5"7"?" I just laughed, and we still laugh about it.
I want the confidence that comes from feeling strong, agile and graceful. The last two may not be true, but I'm holding on to hope. I do not seek someone else's shallow praise, because I've set the bar for myself. I accept it willingly though.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Everyday
I have made a goal for myself to blog every day this month, just to see what rolls out. Forced creativity like a sketch group. Really not sure what to blog about.
Recently my bogging was attacked as being pretentious. Laughably pretentious actually. I am many things, but I didnt think that was one of them.
I've been watching first season Dharma and Greg since I found it at Costco for $10 (present for me). At the end of every episode in the credits the writer threw in some random thoughts referred to as Vanity Cards. This to me is the entire concept of a blog. Topics or focus vary, Mommy/Family, politics, weight/health, or creative writing, whatever. Lofty ideals aside, posting your thoughts on the internet is a Vanity Card, whether you are a celebrity obsessed no name in your parents basement or the Dali Lama - who, I think, does not have a blog. Anyway, it seems pretentious by its very nature. We're all narcissist, accept and grow with love.
Recently my bogging was attacked as being pretentious. Laughably pretentious actually. I am many things, but I didnt think that was one of them.
I've been watching first season Dharma and Greg since I found it at Costco for $10 (present for me). At the end of every episode in the credits the writer threw in some random thoughts referred to as Vanity Cards. This to me is the entire concept of a blog. Topics or focus vary, Mommy/Family, politics, weight/health, or creative writing, whatever. Lofty ideals aside, posting your thoughts on the internet is a Vanity Card, whether you are a celebrity obsessed no name in your parents basement or the Dali Lama - who, I think, does not have a blog. Anyway, it seems pretentious by its very nature. We're all narcissist, accept and grow with love.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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