No one has to heart to tell him he's not a dog. pic.twitter.com/9GgHyZrso2
— Emergency Kittens (@EmrgencyKittens) December 7, 2013
Cats are awesome......Wish you were here.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
December 7/13
This...definitely this...
...Wish you were here.
...Wish you were here.
Friday, December 6, 2013
December 6/13
There is an upside to being home sick still. Sure, I can't go out into the world, but the world was beamed into my living room this afternoon, as I watched the FIFA World Cup Draw unfold.
It was an awkward show...athletes generally make pretty terrible performers, and the "banter" exchange between Brazilian president Dilma Rousseff and FIFA head Sepp Blatter was positively painful to watch.
But it wasn't all bad. I was just delighted when it was announced that the Netherlands had drawn the second spot in Group B, setting up the second match of the World Cup to be a rematch of the World Cup 2010 final! If that's any indication, this is shaping up to be a fun-filled tournament!
Counting the days...
...Wish you were here.
It was an awkward show...athletes generally make pretty terrible performers, and the "banter" exchange between Brazilian president Dilma Rousseff and FIFA head Sepp Blatter was positively painful to watch.
But it wasn't all bad. I was just delighted when it was announced that the Netherlands had drawn the second spot in Group B, setting up the second match of the World Cup to be a rematch of the World Cup 2010 final! If that's any indication, this is shaping up to be a fun-filled tournament!
Counting the days...
...Wish you were here.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
December 5/13
Nelson Mandela has died.
Madiba gave the world so much more than people realize.
Almost immediately, the world reacted with resigned sadness, but there were those who couldn't help themselves--they have to offer snarky commentary about how he was convicted for crimes of violence. In particular, one person tweeted that they wondered how long it would be before liberals "erased" his militant past. This person obviously misses the point to what made Mandela a leader...
His past as a militant isn't supposed to be erased or ignored. Mandela fought the inhumane system of Apartheid with some force, and he was convicted and given a long sentence in an isolated prison. Most men would see their anger fester in an Apartheid penal institution, maybe even grow worse. Mandela possessed a strength of character I believe few in life ever have possessed, which he used to overcome the anger and promote peace, partnership, equality, humanity and hope. It's a source of inspiration.
The guiding light of Mandela has gone out. It's time to celebrate his life by doing something to make your light shine a little brighter.
Goodbye, Madiba...
...Wish you were here.
Madiba gave the world so much more than people realize.
Almost immediately, the world reacted with resigned sadness, but there were those who couldn't help themselves--they have to offer snarky commentary about how he was convicted for crimes of violence. In particular, one person tweeted that they wondered how long it would be before liberals "erased" his militant past. This person obviously misses the point to what made Mandela a leader...
His past as a militant isn't supposed to be erased or ignored. Mandela fought the inhumane system of Apartheid with some force, and he was convicted and given a long sentence in an isolated prison. Most men would see their anger fester in an Apartheid penal institution, maybe even grow worse. Mandela possessed a strength of character I believe few in life ever have possessed, which he used to overcome the anger and promote peace, partnership, equality, humanity and hope. It's a source of inspiration.
The guiding light of Mandela has gone out. It's time to celebrate his life by doing something to make your light shine a little brighter.
Goodbye, Madiba...
...Wish you were here.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
December 4/13
I've been home sick today, likely the flu, but honestly, despite the discomfort which even included regurgitating bile, the worst part of my day happened at 5:30 am.
Apparently, my dream was so upsetting and so incredibly vivid, I was awakened by chest pains and palpitations. Quite literally, I was raging on in my dream hard enough to cause a shock physical reaction strong enough to wake me and make me wonder if I was having a heart attack. That's really scary.
If I'm honest, I was dreaming about work. Not my actual job so much as the stress that certain relationships put on me. I know it's totally irrational, but really, lately I've been getting advice and signs that I need to move on...is this just another one?
Sweeter dreams...
...Wish you were here.
Apparently, my dream was so upsetting and so incredibly vivid, I was awakened by chest pains and palpitations. Quite literally, I was raging on in my dream hard enough to cause a shock physical reaction strong enough to wake me and make me wonder if I was having a heart attack. That's really scary.
If I'm honest, I was dreaming about work. Not my actual job so much as the stress that certain relationships put on me. I know it's totally irrational, but really, lately I've been getting advice and signs that I need to move on...is this just another one?
Sweeter dreams...
...Wish you were here.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
December 3/13
Ugh, it's not my day.
I rushed to get out of the house early because I had a dentist appointment at 9 am. And ended up waiting for about 15 minutes for a bus. I made it to the appointment with my butcher/dentist (I'm still working through some emotions from March), and had a particularly harsh cleaning. Then I went to work to a meeting that I wasn't even really supposed to be at (long story), and to top it all off, I was starting to feel sick. I know that tickle in the back of my throat when I feel it. Well, by the end of the day, my body was sore, and I was tired. It didn't help that I stayed late to make up for the time for the Dentist appointment.
It's not even 8 o'clock, and already I want to go to bed.
A cure for the flu...
...Wish you were here.
I rushed to get out of the house early because I had a dentist appointment at 9 am. And ended up waiting for about 15 minutes for a bus. I made it to the appointment with my butcher/dentist (I'm still working through some emotions from March), and had a particularly harsh cleaning. Then I went to work to a meeting that I wasn't even really supposed to be at (long story), and to top it all off, I was starting to feel sick. I know that tickle in the back of my throat when I feel it. Well, by the end of the day, my body was sore, and I was tired. It didn't help that I stayed late to make up for the time for the Dentist appointment.
It's not even 8 o'clock, and already I want to go to bed.
A cure for the flu...
...Wish you were here.
Monday, December 2, 2013
December 2/13
HAPPY BIRFDAY DADDY!!
Hey, guess what, everyone!! It's my daddy's birfday! He turns (redacted) today!
I've always been close to my parents, though there were times you'd have to look closely to see if I was more the Momma's girl or the Daddy's girl. Obviously during the perils of high school, I would say closer to neither. There were screaming matches and displays of mutiny during that period of time, and I know Mummy would be bothered that I said this, but she took on the task of reaming me for bad grades and my career aspirations, being the bad cop, so that my dad wouldn't have to, and he could be the good cop. Isn't that the way of it here in North America!
Anyway, once we all grew out of that, it was largely smooth sailing with my parents again, and even though my dad has sometimes really questioned some of my decisions, he's been stellar in supporting me anyway, letting me rise and fail. Over our insane mad dash of a drive across the country, we got to talking about some things, and learned to understand each other better. I think we've come to the conclusion that he is proud of me, and that no matter what, he understands, as his mother was beginning to grasp before him, that my journey is my own. I appreciate the support more than he could know.
Thank you, daddy...
...Wish you were here.
Hey, guess what, everyone!! It's my daddy's birfday! He turns (redacted) today!
I've always been close to my parents, though there were times you'd have to look closely to see if I was more the Momma's girl or the Daddy's girl. Obviously during the perils of high school, I would say closer to neither. There were screaming matches and displays of mutiny during that period of time, and I know Mummy would be bothered that I said this, but she took on the task of reaming me for bad grades and my career aspirations, being the bad cop, so that my dad wouldn't have to, and he could be the good cop. Isn't that the way of it here in North America!
Anyway, once we all grew out of that, it was largely smooth sailing with my parents again, and even though my dad has sometimes really questioned some of my decisions, he's been stellar in supporting me anyway, letting me rise and fail. Over our insane mad dash of a drive across the country, we got to talking about some things, and learned to understand each other better. I think we've come to the conclusion that he is proud of me, and that no matter what, he understands, as his mother was beginning to grasp before him, that my journey is my own. I appreciate the support more than he could know.
Thank you, daddy...
...Wish you were here.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
December 1/13
Well, the morning started off fantastic. Then it fucking awkward quickly, and then we waited the rest of the day to go to the hockey game.
I don't want to get into the awkward part, but be assured, all is well here. No, instead, I want to get into my hockey game!
I have a friend at work who decided to buy Senators' season tickets this year (although I don't understand why...so far as I can tell, she's not particularly a fan), and she has sent out the message earlier this year if anyone would be interested in buying tickets. Well, Oh. Hell. Yes. This is the first season that Detroit is back in the Eastern Conference, so OF COURSE I would buy those tickets! I was going to get Etienne tickets to the Montreal games, but he didn't want them because last time he went, he was up in the 300s and the Sens' fans there were apparently total dicks.
Anyway, I did the deal on Detroit...and shortly after, Detroit did the deal on Alfredsson, which dramatically bumped up the potential for fans being dicks to me because I'm a Red Wings fan. I'll admit, it worried me a lot. All this afternoon, I was worried about it. But given that the Sens had beaten Detroit twice this season, I realized that it would probably be a loss for me anyway, and just decided to go and have fun.
We got on the bus downtown, and as is now customary, we spotted a car accident in the ditch beside the highway. I've been to what is now the Canadian Tire Centre in Kanata precisely four times now, and all for times, we passed a car accident on the highway or on the side. Well, might as well keep up the tradition. This one just looked like a couple of cars slid into each other, likely just lost control while going too fast for the road conditions, no significant damage, so that's why I can speak so breezily about it.
My spirits were further bolstered by how many Red Wings fans I saw. Surely, we were outnumbered to a ridiculous degree, but we were strong in numbers, our little cadre!
Of course, it's Detroit's first time back since the Alfredsson signing, and Etienne and I conjectured a few days ago how it would play out. He anticipated booing, and I anticipated a lavish show of respect for their longtime hero, even if it was grudgingly. We split the difference.
When the loud speaker blared that Alfredsson was in the starting line-up, a cheer went through the building. When there was a special tribute to him, the building erupted into a lengthy standing ovation. After all, he was their hero.
But thereafter, every time he touched the puck during the game, he was heartily booed. It was so weird, seeing people wearing Sens jerseys with his name and number emblazoned across the back who were booing him. I guess there will be a booming business in Sens Jerseys this year, as everyone retires their replica Alfie ones in favour of a new hero, likely Karlsson. I was also struck by the two high-priced luxury boxes filled with Swedes, waving their flags with great pride at Ottawa, yet booing Detroit. Sure, Ottawa has three prominent (okay, used to be four) Swedes in its organization, but shit! Detroit has 9 in its current roster, and a helluva lot more in development thanks to its recent tradition and taste for drafting from Swede. Like, really?
I just don't get "fans" sometimes.
Anyway, I was on edge all throughout the game; it wasn't until Detroit scored the first goal of the game that I relaxed a little. And like a good little fan, I didn't boo Ottawa, I just spent my time cheering Detroit.
The Wings won 4-2, with Alfie scoring an empty-netter to seal the deal in the dying minutes.
Welcome back, Alfie...
...Wish you were here.
I don't want to get into the awkward part, but be assured, all is well here. No, instead, I want to get into my hockey game!
I have a friend at work who decided to buy Senators' season tickets this year (although I don't understand why...so far as I can tell, she's not particularly a fan), and she has sent out the message earlier this year if anyone would be interested in buying tickets. Well, Oh. Hell. Yes. This is the first season that Detroit is back in the Eastern Conference, so OF COURSE I would buy those tickets! I was going to get Etienne tickets to the Montreal games, but he didn't want them because last time he went, he was up in the 300s and the Sens' fans there were apparently total dicks.
Anyway, I did the deal on Detroit...and shortly after, Detroit did the deal on Alfredsson, which dramatically bumped up the potential for fans being dicks to me because I'm a Red Wings fan. I'll admit, it worried me a lot. All this afternoon, I was worried about it. But given that the Sens had beaten Detroit twice this season, I realized that it would probably be a loss for me anyway, and just decided to go and have fun.
We got on the bus downtown, and as is now customary, we spotted a car accident in the ditch beside the highway. I've been to what is now the Canadian Tire Centre in Kanata precisely four times now, and all for times, we passed a car accident on the highway or on the side. Well, might as well keep up the tradition. This one just looked like a couple of cars slid into each other, likely just lost control while going too fast for the road conditions, no significant damage, so that's why I can speak so breezily about it.
My spirits were further bolstered by how many Red Wings fans I saw. Surely, we were outnumbered to a ridiculous degree, but we were strong in numbers, our little cadre!
Of course, it's Detroit's first time back since the Alfredsson signing, and Etienne and I conjectured a few days ago how it would play out. He anticipated booing, and I anticipated a lavish show of respect for their longtime hero, even if it was grudgingly. We split the difference.
When the loud speaker blared that Alfredsson was in the starting line-up, a cheer went through the building. When there was a special tribute to him, the building erupted into a lengthy standing ovation. After all, he was their hero.
But thereafter, every time he touched the puck during the game, he was heartily booed. It was so weird, seeing people wearing Sens jerseys with his name and number emblazoned across the back who were booing him. I guess there will be a booming business in Sens Jerseys this year, as everyone retires their replica Alfie ones in favour of a new hero, likely Karlsson. I was also struck by the two high-priced luxury boxes filled with Swedes, waving their flags with great pride at Ottawa, yet booing Detroit. Sure, Ottawa has three prominent (okay, used to be four) Swedes in its organization, but shit! Detroit has 9 in its current roster, and a helluva lot more in development thanks to its recent tradition and taste for drafting from Swede. Like, really?
I just don't get "fans" sometimes.
Anyway, I was on edge all throughout the game; it wasn't until Detroit scored the first goal of the game that I relaxed a little. And like a good little fan, I didn't boo Ottawa, I just spent my time cheering Detroit.
The Wings won 4-2, with Alfie scoring an empty-netter to seal the deal in the dying minutes.
Welcome back, Alfie...
...Wish you were here.
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