Wednesday, May 26, 2010

A tweet well spent

Finally. Today, I finally used twitter for something genuinely useful.

It started with a ridiculous media call. God love the media and their extravagant requests. Today they wanted me to find someone who fit three very specific criteria. I had one person in mind who might fit said criteria but alas when I called them it appeared that their phone had been disconnected.

Sidebar: what up with that? I thought I was at an age now where all my peers were able to consistently maintain a phone number.

Anyways, I went to twitter thinking I could contact the person that way. I went to my personal list to see if said person had posted recently (thus implying I could contact them via twitter) and there at the very top of my list was a post by another peer commenting about the exact same issue said media person wanted a comment about. And you know what? He fit the three criteria exactly AND was passionate about the issue at hand. 2 phone calls later and bam! I'm a media genius, a mover and shaker, a master networker.

Well, not exactly. But definitely a job well done. Take that Wednesday!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

An afternoon cup of rejection

Alright, enough moping. Onto some complaining. There is something I dread doing every May peeps. In May I have to re-connect with a professional contact who...wait for it...doesn't like me. I know, right? Who could not like me? :) Alright, I admit that personally I can be unlikeable. But in a professional context for minimal business type dealings, I am totally likable. I am efficient and friendly and always deliver on time.

Look, I don't know why this lady doesn't like me and maybe it's not me, maybe she doesn't like the company because I have gotten nothing but thinly veiled frost right from the get-go. Of course, if that's the case I'm not sure why she keeps doing business with us. Obligation maybe?

Anyways, I keep reaching out with coffee/meeting invites and I get rebuffed every year. I just sent off my annual entreaty this morning and I am not looking forward to my cup of afternoon rejection.

Work grumble.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Happily ever after

Today is my 8th wedding anniversary. Whoa. Can you believe that I have been married for 8 years? I certainly can't. I think it's got me a bit gloomy today actually. Not the being married part, I enjoy being married more than I thought I would.

I think the gloom comes from the fact that I measure my life achievements more around the date of my marriage than my birthday. That seems a bit weird. But I got married as one part of my life was ending (the school part). I had just graduated from University and was ready to head out into the world and shoulder all those grown up responsibilities like paying my own utility bills and Alberta Health Care bills. So, the timing meant that my marriage was really the start of my grown-up lady life.

Somehow, my grown-up lady life isn't exactly where I thought it would be. I am adrift in a sea of ennui. I feel like I've been in a sea of ennui for a couple of years now. I mean, this is it. I am a grown-up lady. When I was a kid and I looked forward to being all grown up I'm not sure exactly what I expected. But clearly I expected something different.

It feels a lot like waiting for the future. I mean, the future sounds awesome (flying cars, solar powered everything, robots that definitely won't turn on their human creators, the list goes on and on...) but when the heck is the dang future going to get here?!?! I feel like I've been waiting for ever.



waiting for...


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A grown up lady should be able to wear heels, right?

My opening night outfit was a fail! I had bought these cute new shoes to wear a few weeks before. I paraded around the store and proclaimed how comfy and awesome they were. They just needed a little something to keep that slingback slung back. What I wasn't counting on was two days of hard walking (museum floors! why you be so hard?!) preceding the opening night. Or the fact that I had to wear hose of some sort to keep my pale, pale legs from looking quite so hideous. Or the fact that we weren't in Calgary anymore, which meant walking 6 blocks to the theatre.

Oh, the pain. My slingback fix didn't work with my nylons so the back kept slipping down. My feeties were tender from so much walking and they kept getting squished forward. Then after the show we had to stand up in a sweltering hot, teeny tiny lobby for hours. I was dying. I eventually had to take the shoes off. I got looks.

Which brings me to my title, shouldn't a grown up lady be able to wear heels for an evening? The answer is yes but I have never managed to acquire this skill. I find heels agonizing if I have to do more than 15 minutes of standing or walking. But I see all those New York girls flitting about in their 3 inch stilettos. How do they do it?!?!?!

Yet another roadblock on my quest for grown-up ladydom. sigh.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Hold my calls. I'll be in New York.

NEW YORK!!!!!!!!! If you know me IRL, imagine me wailing that out soul-sister style.

Oh, by the way, did I tell you that I'm going to New York tomorrow? Wait, it gets more awesome. I am going to New York to see the...wait for it...Off-Broadway premiere...wait for it...of the fabulous play written by...wait for it...the talented Mr. Rose.

Oh, you didn't know that I'm married to a famous New York produced playwright? Well, that's because he's not actually famous. One NY production in a niche market festival does not a famous playwright make. On the one hand. On the other hand it's so cooooooooooool! I even scraped together what I think is an acceptable opening night outfit. We shall see. I'm a bit too fat for New York so I will likely feel awkward regardless of my attire. Damn my fat ankles!

But nothing, not even my fat ankles, can kill this New York buzz.

New York squeeeeeeeeeeee!

(back in a week peeps)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Awkward Moments

In the last few weeks I've had to deal with a multitude of awkward moments. One of the downsides to a late miscarriage is just how many people know you are pregnant. I keep running into people I saw whilst pregnant and sharing the awkward moment when they don't know what to say and I desperately want to be talking about anything else. I had a pretty good song and dance routine down pat to receive sympathy, quickly redirect conversation and leave everyone chuckling instead of trying to sympathy face me.

Today I ran into something new I wasn't quite prepared to deal with. I was at an event and a couple of people were there who I hadn't seen in about 6 weeks. Now, 6 weeks ago I was visibly pregnant AND had conversations with those people about my due date in August.

Today, both of them separately, made comments about how excited I must be about my due date in August and upcoming mommy-hood.

Peeps, I might be a chubby lady but I don't look pregnant!! The pregnant belly has totally gone away and I've shed about half of the weight I had put on. Seriously, do I look 6 months pregnant (uh, Megan this is your cue to jump in and reassure me)???

On the one hand it does provide some additional motivation to put in some extra hours on the elliptical machine.

On the other hand...ohmigod that was awkward and awful. This is totally going on my list of low points in my life.

I need ice cream.


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Harvest Moon

Instead of blogging, I am playing Harvest Moon. That's right, that's exactly the kind of nerd I am. The kind of nerd who plays farming games on the Wii.

At least it's not Farmville, right? Those peeps are Nerds!

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Return from the rainy city

Every time we go to Vancouver (a nearly annual sojourn) almost every person I visit asks why we don't move to Vancouver.

I get it. I mean, Vancouver is a beautiful city. Despite a near constant cover of cloud, the city is vibrantly green. Vancouver proper is filled with beautiful old homes, plentiful shops and a truly walkable lifestyle. My politics align more closely with Vancouverites than most of my Calgary peers. I even like the rough and rocky Canadian beaches on offer. Most importantly, my hair and skin look fantastic in Vancouver. Seriously, my face is smooth as a baby's backside and my hair is like spun silk. We have both family and friends living in a nearby the city. The type of work we do here could easily be done there.

But (there's always a but) despite all of these things I can't imagine wanting to uproot my life here. I have lived in Calgary my whole life and I love it. I love our variable weather patterns. Despite what it does to my skin and hair, I love our dry air. I love the crisp winters and sluggish springs. I have a huge social support network of family, friends and friendly acquaintances. I enjoy the wide range of cultural activities on offer. I love being a burgeoning eco-hippie in a red-necked oil town.

Plus, you know, I own property here. So I'll think we'll be riding it out here Vancouverites. But don't worry, we'll always come visit. Though possibly never again in early April. Because it may be beautifully green but it sure rains like fuck in the spring. And there's nothing worse than feeling moist all the time.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Dream Sequence

I have this recurring dream where I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room. It's frequently a party or theatre lobby...some sort of social situation in a large, crowded space. Various encounters may happen in the dream. People float in and out and varying levels of interaction occur.

The specific recurring bit is that I end up standing next to a boy. It's frequently a boy I like in the dream. There is always a reason why said boy and I shouldn't be interacting but the reason isn't clear. We end up standing very close to each other and our pinkie fingers link together. Then someone else will come up and I will break away and walk off. The whole moment feels very intense.

Why is this interesting you may be asking? Well, you might just think that recurring dreams are interesting. I certainly do. What causes dreams and whether or not they have any meaning is a bit of a mystery to me. But recurring dreams seem particularly weird. Why would your brain fire the same sequence of images to you over and over?

In this case it's interesting to me because I was recently reading a journal I kept from high school and I discovered that said dream scenario had actually happened to me in real life. There was a boy I liked. And this boy seemed to like me. Our social groups were not friendly and dating would have been...awkward, at best. We had several 'encounters', one of which was an odd moment where we were waiting in a press of people to vote in a school election. We were standing very close to each other and our pinkie fingers linked. I gave him a surprised look, someone squeezed in to talk to him, I pulled away into the crowd.

I had totally forgotten about this until I unearthed the recount in my journal. My brain has reproduced this scenario in my dreams dozens of times over the last 15 years.

I mean, WTF brain? Was that really a seminal moment in my life? Is there some message I'm missing about overcoming obstacles or feeling free to be myself? And if you have a message, brain, could you please just deliver it in a more straightforward fashion?

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Earth Hour

I should never promise to do a series of themed posts because I will inevitably lose interest. Though on the same topic of sex I will point out that I figured out how to get Mr. Rose to participate in Earth Hour last night...

It's not that he's not into the Earth. I mean, we compost and recycle and use cloth shopping bags and choose to live centrally to reduce transportation needs. We live in a fairly walkable community and for most of the year we do walk to places like the grocery store and video store and bank and neighbourhood pub.

But still, he hates Earth Hour. He thinks it's stupid and doesn't make a difference and isn't really a symbol for anything. Of course, we do live in Calgary which is renowned for having it's energy consumption spike during earth hour (sooo embarrassing). And he would explain his position much more philosophically than I would.

I myself am a fan of earth hour. I think it's pretty good awareness raising and I actually like the symbolic statement it makes about how changing something pretty small individually can amount to something a bit more significant when a group participates.

Then yesterday, it occured to me that I don't have to sell Mr. Rose on Earth Hour. I can dupe him with sex. Everyone wins! I get to honour Earth Hour and Mr. Rose gets some romantic 'snuggling' time. Well, I guess technically I get to win twice in that scenario (or was it three times? badum-ching!)

Of course I checked the news this morning and it seems that Calgary's power consumption was down 0.05% during Earth Hour. *sigh*

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My First Time

I went to see a production of My First Time tonight. The show itself was funny but ultimately just okay. It has, however, inspired me to recall my first time. And since my post yesterday was about sex I figure I'll just roll out a whole week's worth of sex posts. Everyone likes sex, right?

My first time was rather unremarkable. I actually had an attempt at a first time when I was 15. I had actually forgotten about it but I recently dug up some old journals and there it was. I had done many other things with that boy but when it came to the actual act of penetration we were clearly both way too wired up and nervous about the whole thing. It's too bad really. He was a nice guy and we had been dating for awhile. If it had worked out I'm sure I would have a sweet memory of an awkward but loving first time.

Instead I have a rather bland memory. I was 17 and K and I had not been dating. We were friends so it wasn't unpleasant or anything. It was at some party. It wasn't painful or pleasurable, it just was. A let down really. The only thing that redeemed the experience is that this song was playing (on repeat for some reason!) on the stereo. Because if your first time is unremarkable you at least want an ironic song providing background soundtrack.

Unbelievable? Snorfle!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Let's talk about...


I conducted an informal poll recently. I was conversing with someone a few weeks ago about some problems they were having with their partner. They were only having sex twice a month or so. This someone was essentially asking me what I thought 'normal' was. Was it 'normal' to only have sex twice a month?

Then I was talking to another someone and I posed them the question. Shocking right? People are usually so unwilling to divulge their number. Anyways, this person felt that 2 - 5 times per week was standard in his/her relationship.

Then today I queried some co-workers. I can get away with this because I work in the field of sexual health and everyone knows I just had a miscarriage and is thus being really, really irritatingly nice to me. The answers on what people thought was 'normal' ranged from once per week up to seven times per week. (This is all 'normal' for people in a relationship)

So, it seems like my twice per month someone is out of luck...based on how people are willing to answer the 'how often do you' question. Then it struck me that it wasn't just idle curiosity that brought on my random surveying.

I have either been pregnant or trying to get pregnant for about 18 months now. I feel like I have completely lost touch with what a normal sex life looks like. We've spent months doing it (desire be damned) because the 'timing' was right or not doing it (desire be damned again) because throwing up does not, in fact, make for good foreplay. Of course there have still been times when our stars have aligned and we've been able to get funky just because we felt like it but for the most part sex has become a business in our household.

So what is my 'normal'? I honestly have no idea. But I can freely admit that I'm not looking forward to this next round of business time. To cheer myself up, I watch this video:

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Little Jars

Everyone has their own way of dealing with loss. I myself like to do a mix of healthy and unhealthy activities when I suffer a loss.

The first thing I do is I take all my pain and grief and I push it into a little glass jar. I have a little room in my mind where I keep all my little glass jars on a shelf. This is an unhealthy thing to do. I recognize that. Bottling up your pain never works out. It always finds a way to leak out, usually at inopportune moments.

So, rather than leave my pain in a jar I now make a point of going back and taking the jar down. I create a time and space for myself to grieve.

This week I added another little jar. My second miscarriage was both easier and harder than my first. Harder because I was so much further along in the pregnancy. Easier because I never really let myself believe. Harder because more people know. Easier because I knew what to expect from the process.

The thing I am most sad about is that pregnancy has lost all its joy for me. I felt it this time and I know it will be even worse with future pregnancies.

The thing I am most hopeful about is that the third time may just be the charm.

And you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, you plan a fabulous trip to New York. That is what they say right? (Humour as coping method…healthy or unhealthy??)

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Technology ambiguity

Just a thought conference organizers...perhaps a plate heaped with meat followed by a thick slab of sugar pie doused in heavy cream is not the best lunch to offer to people who have to sit in slightly warm rooms for the next 4 hours. My 3:00 crash is going to be fierce.

But my real reason for ambiguity. I both love and hate the technology. This morning I woke up and I was craving something. No, it wasn't just a fresh fruit or turned out to be the internet. I don't have a cellphone or a laptop so I have been internet free since Wednesday night.

When I found the conference internet cafe this morning I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Check email, check Facebook, check Twitter, check work email (ack!), check Google Reader. Ahhhhhhhhh. I love the internets.

And yet, when I really thought about it, the last two nights have been great. I've walked around the city, enjoyed good food with good company and read my book until I fell asleep. I was fully present in what I was doing and unlike my dinner companions I wasn't distracted by my phone beeping and booping. In fact I felt remarkably calm and satisfied.

So I started noticing just how much the people are tethered to their phones! And their laptops! They are constantly checking, checking, checking. It feels like they are missing what's happening right in front of them so they can be up to date on what's happening everywhere else.

That's it, that's my technology ambiguity. I love the capacity the internet has for entertaining me and keeping me connected to the people I love. I love the convenience of being able to call home from the grocery store to check if we need more milk. I hate that people can't seem to turn it off. I hate the idea that a huge segment of the population is missing out on their own life.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Monday Mopes

Despite warm weather and sunny blue skies I am having a serious case of the Monday mopes. Top five contributing factors to my Monday mopes:

  1. Uh, Logan and Veronica broke up. Seriously? I'm trying to have a fictional character crush here people! That means I need screen time! siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
  2. The Olympics ate my life...or at least my February. I awoke this morning to discover that we haven't grocery shopped or done laundry or cleaned the bathroom in weeks. So many looming chores. groooooooooooooooan.
  3. This might be an Olympic sub-point but I had a seriously disappointing lunch today due to lack of foods. Only 1 fruit for the whole day? gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuumble.
  4. A failure to plan on your part does not constitute an emergency for me. Except at work it somehow does. I be so busy this week! whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
  5. What do you mean there is no more curling for me to watch? What about speed skating? No? Figure skating? No? But surely there's a bit of luge or bobsled, right????? Olympic withdraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawal.

But just to prove I'm not 100% whine, I did have a positive weekend experience. I got this stretchy band thing that I can wear over the waistband of my regular pants (until I'm ready to graduate to the real pregnant lady pants). Basically I leave the pants unbuttoned but the stretchy band ensures that they don't fall off. Aside from making me way more comfortable all the time, it really came in handy post-Sunday brunch. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, room to expand!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Crush

Everyone has their own protocol for acceptable behavior in a romantic relationship. In particular, I’m talking about acceptable levels of interaction outside of the primary relationship. I have a couple friends who have ‘open’ relationships (some married, some not). I, personally, can’t fathom this working for me as I am way too prone to jealousy and competitiveness. A bad combo with an open relationship I think!

Now, you may disagree with me here (because everyone’s got their own boundaries) but I am totally open to The Crush. I don’t mean some little second glance at a cute boy walking down the street. No, peeps, I mean the heart crushing swoony kind of crush.

Since being married I’ve had the occasional real-life crush but my most swoony crushes have been with fictional characters. At first I hated myself a little because I think celebrity crushes are lame. Then I realized that I wasn’t lusting after David Tennant necessarily…though, Mr. Rose, if I were to meet Mr. Tennant in a dark corner at some sort of steamy Hot Scot event…well, we’re still allowed a List, right???. Anyways, it’s not actually David Tennant I ‘secretly’ love, it’s the Doctor (sci-fi nerd alert!!).

All of this is a lead-up to reveal my latest TV crush. Now, since I haven’t had cable for years I’m a bit behind so my current crush would have been popular in 2004. Peeps, I refer to the dreamy Logan Echolls on Veroncia Mars. Oh Logan! At first I hated you because you were a spoiled rich kid who was mean to Veronica. Then I loved you because you went out of your way to protect Veronica when she was in danger. I loved you even more when you and Veronica started having secret make-out sessions in bathrooms (totally reminded me of my forbidden romance in high school that involved many clandestine make-out session!). Then I hated you when I thought that you were the one who slipped Veronica GHB at Shelly’s end of year party. Then I loved you when it turns out that you didn’t do that. Then I hated you when it looked like you were trying to film you and Veronica getting it on!

Now I don’t know how I feel because I haven’t watched the next episode. But I have been riding a crush roller coaster all week and I love it! Spring is on the way peeps, I feel it in my crush!

Friday, February 19, 2010


For years I have wanted to be one of those fabulously dressed professional ladies. Specifically, I envied people who could wear scarves and was secretly sad that I had no idea how to wear a scarf. I didn’t know how to tie a scarf or what to wear a scarf with.

Then something happened. I realized that I had the internet. I did a little googling and found a few handy instructional videos on how to tie a scarf. I also discovered that as it turns out, you can wear a scarf with anything!

Thus began my scarf fetish. What did I do before scarves? Scarves are the easiest accessory I can imagine. It takes about 30 seconds to dress up any top with a scarf which is about how much time/patience I have for accessorizing. Scarves work for both casual and professional outfits. I even have Mr. Rose sporting a man scarf occasionally!

For your viewing pleasure, my scarf collection. The cheapest scarf in the bunch rang in at $3 and the most expensive retailed for $300 (not that I paid that much for it!). Can you tell which was the cheapest and which was the priciest?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Polyester Pants. Shudder.

Normally when I forget to blog for days at a time I have no excuse. Now I have the excuse that I feel vommie all the time. Last night as I was throwing up dinner my actual thought was “nooooooooo…my nutrients!!!” That was a wasted pile of broccoli. Of course, did I steam myself some more broccoli? No peeps, I did not. I had just thrown up. So naturally I had a chips & salsa and ice cream chaser.

And you know what is even more gross than sending back dinner every night? Polyester pants. I have officially started to ‘grow’ out of my regular work pants. So I find myself in the awkward in between phase. I’m not big enough to move into maternity pants but I’ve grown out of my regular pants.

Taking the advice of my pre-natal books I decided to buy some one size up pants that will hopefully tide me over for the next 4 – 6 weeks. I hope that winter will end in this time and that I can then just purchase summer weight maternity pants (c’mon universe, work with me on this one).

Anyways, what this boils down to is a trip to an outlet Reitman’s having a buy one get one 50% off sale. I wanted 2 pairs of pants and I wanted to spend no more than $40. I mean, how much are you willing to pay for pants you’ll wear for 6 weeks? I managed to get 2 pairs for a mere $23.

The downside? They are polyester. Shudder. I can’t remember the last time I wore polyester pants. Do you see how much this baby is changing my life already?!?!? And there is nothing you can do to camouflage cheap pants!

I want a sign to wear. Today my sign would say “I don’t normally wear ugly pants, I’m pregnant!” A few weeks ago it might have said “I don’t normally throw up behind dumpsters, I’m pregnant!” A few weeks from now I think it might say “Hey, I can fart loudly in public if I want to, I’m pregnant!”

Monday, February 08, 2010

Now, where did I put those goals...

I woke up this morning and realized that I have been feeling uninspired about my career. This struck me as odd because I really like my job, the field I work in and the company I work for. I don’t leap for joy in the morning on workdays but I certainly look forward to my work week.

So, what’s the problem? The problem is that I used to have a very specific career goal. I wanted to be an arts administrator, specifically a GM for a small to medium sized arts organization.

Some life experience later and that’s no longer my goal. But I forgot to pick up a new goal. And then Project Baby came along and has really thrown a wrench into things. It took longer to successfully conceive than I thought it would so career planning got pushed to the back burner for longer than I anticipated. My company offered me a wonderful training opportunity that I had to turn down because I wasn’t sure I would be able to complete it. I can’t move up where I am but mat leave prevents me from pursuing other opportunities in the near future. Then you have to factor in the possible second child which then raises costs of child care and whether or not it’s really economically sensible for me to go back to work.

I know this stuff may seem ridiculous to worry about now but I function better with some long-range planning.

So, here I am on a gloomy February afternoon feeling the full weight of the uncertainty of my future. And if you know me, you know that nothing makes me more unhappy than uncertainty.

How can I have career goals when a family will likely derail any plans I make? Will I keep working if we have a second child? Is it crazy to worry about these things when I haven’t even birthed one child yet? Am I cut out to be a stay-at-home mom to any number of children? Will I start to resent work taking time away from my family? Is it possible to find challenging, stimulating part-time work? Does being in a position of authority at work really matter to me?

The sun better come out soon or I might lose myself in all these worries.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Mommyblogger to be....that's me!

Okay but seriously, I don't think I can ever be a true mommyblogger. I haven't done too much reading in the genre but most mommybloggers I have checked out make me throw up a little. In fact, I have some serious fears about becoming a mommy.

Look, I know that most women who are 14 weeks pregnant are all glowy and dewy fresh and living a perfect tampon commercial life. But did you really think pregnancy would be like that for me? Nay friends. It has been a nauseous, sexless, vomit-y, achy, exhausted, whiny whiny whiny time for me. (I hear the second trimester gets better...fingers crossed!)

All this vomiting probably explains my negative state of mind...seriously, you try throwing up dinner every day for 3 weeks straight and we'll see how positive you are! So, while I'm sure I will get to that excited place right now I am living in mommy fear.

I mean...what have I done? I am growing something inside me that will be completely dependent on my for survival, a tiny ball of constant demands with very little regard for my own needs or state of mind. It's already completely fucking with my sleeping patterns and ability to drink Diet Coke and it's just a fetus!

And worse than that...what if I turn into a mommy-bot? Sure I'm all liberal and cool with harm reduction philosophies now but people change when they become parents. They move to the suburbs, vote Conservative and get nervous around homeless people.

Here's hoping the panic attacks also subside in the second trimester.

ps. squeeeee! okay, maybe I'm a little excited :)

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Theme Song

I've been watching a lot of Ally McBeal lately and while I frequently want to punch Calista Flockhart in her pouty lips, I took something of value from a recent episode. One of the things I really like about the show is the use of music, or an inner soundtrack, to assist in the functions of everyday life.

Fortunately I don't work in a high stress environment with my ex-boyfriend who I am still in love with, his 'beautiful' wife, and a host of self-absorbed lawyer types. I do, however, have the same need to calm myself down, diffuse emotionally charged situations, and jazz myself up to deal with challenges.

So, I've been on the hunt for a theme song and I think I have finally settled on a favorite by the Proclaimers, I'm On My Way. If you're unfamiliar with the song, watch the wacky video here:

I know, it has some vaguely Christian overtones about the next life and the video is truly terrible. But I have never heard this song and been able to stop my toes from tapping. It's light and kicky and great fun to sing along with. Most of all, it works.

Earlier today somebody was getting all up in my grill about something and I started playing the opening chords in my head. I immediately felt better, dealt with the conflict in an efficient and cheerful manner and did a little grapevine dance move down the hall afterwards.

So, do you have a theme song? Maybe even one that you use unconsciously?

Monday, January 11, 2010

Montreal in March

...and then some other vacation days passed in a blur. And now I am back to the daily grind.

Exciting news today! I get to present at a fancy-pants conference in Montreal in March! Fortunately I just submitted for a poster presentation so I don't have to be a completely grown-up lady addressing a crowd for 50 minutes. I figure on a lot of standing and the answering of a few vague questions. I mean, I still have to look like a grown-up lady while I stand next to my poster about how to create a social marketing campaign for STI's to diverse communities.

OK, actually, I know the poster presentation thing seems easy but I'm feeling a bit queasy about it. What if people are really interested and ask me questions I don't know how to answer?? What if I'm not enough of a social marketing expert?? What if they see through my grown-up lady sham?? Somebody might figure out that a not-so grown-up lady lurks beneath my expensive suit and accessories (mental note: buy expensive suit and accessories).

I am not from the world of academia! I am not used to talking about my research or methodologies! So basically I'm half excited and half terrified. Here's hoping that the terror ebbs away as I prepare my materials.

p.s. truly I think it a very grown-up thing to present at a professional conference in my industry! And surely it will look good on the old resume, no?

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

The Week Off: Days 2&3

Today I was starting to feel a little stir crazy so I took myself out for pancakes and a painful return experience at EB Games. But let's be honest, have you ever had an EB Games experience that wasn't painful? No? Because you're not a video game nerd like me? Well, you're better off for it.

Tragically, all the pre and post Christmas shopping has left me with mall ennui and after wandering around listlessly for 15 minutes I left. I guess I have a shopping limit after all. Back to the tv.

How many hours of Ally McBeal can you watch in a day? Well apparently 4 episodes is my max but I think that's too many because I don't like Ally by the end of it. How many hours of The Tudors can you watch in a day? Apparently there's no limit to the amount of drool I have for hot, hot Henry VIII. Though he's doing less fucking in Season 3 he still manages to be shirtless for a little bit in each episode.

Peeps, I can't think of the last time I watched this much tv. By the end of the day today I was back to reveling in it. It feels so luxurious to just loll about all day alternating hot Tudors with hot time travelling Scots (hello trashy romance novel).

To balance out my sloth (and pancakes) I ate half a cantaloupe and bowl of carrots. And I promise that when it finally warms up this weekend I'll go out for a walk. At least to the corner store.

Monday, January 04, 2010

The Week Off: Day 1

I accidentally slept until noon today. The snooze button and I had a bit of a disagreement this morning about what a 'snooze' actually was, or something, it was all very hazy. In some ways it was a rather fitting start to my day.

I rolled into jam-jams and hoofed it out to the couch to read Audrey Niffenegger's latest book, Her Fearful Symmetry. I hesitate to recommend it. I think if you read it, you would be best to stop about 3/4 of the way through. You'd be better off being left cliff-hung than having to muddle through a truly confusing and off-putting ending. A very strange second offering from this author. If you haven't read it, I would say go for Time Traveler's Wife and skip over this one. I'm not quite ready to give up on her as a writer though. I still really like Niffenegger's voice so I would likely purchase her next offering.

I also got to watch a truly awesome episode of What Not To Wear (two VHS tapes filled with episodes of WNTW was the best xmas gift ever Mom!!) where they made over former child actress Mayim Balik (Blossom!!). She has a PhD in Neuroscience (anyone? anyone know what neuroscientists do??) and some seriously bad hair. Also all that WNTW has really inspired me to do a thorough closet eval tomorrow. If I can find my camera charger I may provide photos...

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Oh, hello

I didn't see you there. I've been in a haze of back pain for the greater part of my Christmas holiday and it's making me seriously grumpy. Fortunately I am awash in unused overtime so I still have a week off.

When some people take a week off early in the new year they fill their days with lists of life-improving projects. Not me. In fact I have no plans at all for this week stretching ahead of me. I have a vague desire to re-org my closet and throw away holey underpants but all this TV on DVD I received may just win out.

I have been thinking about a blog redesign though. This sad old Blogger template has been getting me down lately. And, one of the reasons I started this blog was to improve my writing skills. I don't feel like a lot of the writing I have been doing lately has been doing anything to reach that goal. I hope that a snazzy new look for the blog will give me a kick in the butt, writing-wise.

So, I guess that's almost a New Year's resolution...or as close as I can get to making a resolution. 2010, I sincerely hope that you're going to be a good year for me. Things are looking good so far...