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My parents celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary on Sunday. It seems almost completely unfathomable, in this day and age, that anyone can survive sharing their life with one person for 40 years. Look at me… getting all mushy and sentimental… when is my divorce getting finalized, anyway? How dare they reject our petition for divorce based on our marriage certificate not appearing to be an original copy. Can’t they see the cat pee stain? How much more authentic can it be?
But I digress… this isn’t about my abundant relationship skills… but about my parents’ who seem to have done much better than simply “survive” together. One might even say that they have managed to thrive together!
My sister and I took Mum and Dad to Montana’s steakhouse on Sunday. It was a great meal. When I asked Dad if he had any words of wisdom after 4 decades of marriage, he said this:
“You learn to duck.”
That’s my Dad!
Happy Anniversary, Mum and Dad. Let’s do this again in another 40!
I haven’t been real happy with Glee lately. The music has been “ok”. The storylines have been “ok”. There really haven’t been any special moments this season. I keep watching because I’ve already invested in 2 seasons, so I might as well see how it finishes. With my favourite characters graduating at the end of this season, I don’t know if I’ll even bother to watch it next year. But I’ll trudge through this season and see what happens.
And then this week something finally happened that re-kindled my love of the show. Easily the best episode of Season 3, and one of the best of the series. The music was great (except the Moves Like Jagger bit… I wanted to throw my supper at the TV screen)… the storyline progressed amazingly… I was up… I was down… It was quite a ride!
If you watch this clip and aren’t familiar with the storyline, then it’s not going to have the same impact as if you’ve been watching those two characters for 3 seasons… But watch it anyway. 🙂
For the first time in a long time I actually felt something while watching the show… and am looking forward to the next episode!
If you are noticing any craziness with this blog, or any of the others in my mini online empire, it’s because I’m in the midst of migrating them to a new hosting provider. My current provider messed things up again, and I’ve had it. The downtime has been unacceptable, and now I have several blogs that are giving database errors when you try to get to them. I’ve had it.
So… please be patient while I work on the technical issues. I hope to be back blogging within the next couple of days.
It had to happen sooner or later. The treadmill couldn’t possibly sit upright in the corner of the living room forever, could it? Surely there would come a time when the realization that it has become a very expensive clothes hanger would finally force me to take some form of action. Sell it? Give it away? Take it out back and bury it?
Last night was the night.
30 mins (and 201 calories burnt) later I was hoping that the Mayans were right about 2012. And sooner rather than later!
This morning my legs are killing me. I’m not shocked by that. My arms are sore though, and that seems a little odd, but I guess everything is connected somehow.
I know that this is going to seem like a trivial thing, and it really is… but it’s also something that I bet other people are encountering.. or soon will.
I’ve noticed lately the my index and middle fingers on my right hand ache from time to time. It’s not the kinda of crippling pain that one would expect from a post of this nature. But it’s there. And I think I know why… it’s the iPad…
I’ve been using a keyboard for over half my life now… So far I’ve been able to avoid the dreaded carpel tunnel… although there are times that my wrists feel tired… I’ve had my iPhone for a couple of years now, but that’s mostly thumb-driven… but the iPad… the iPad is all point, point, point… and I think that it’s starting to take its toll on the two fingers that I use the most.
I don’t even consider myself to be a particularly heavy user of the iPad. I don’t do a lot of typing on it. I do play my Hanging With Friends games quite a bit. I do read emails, and make short replies. I do surf the web. But I don’t write essays on it. Then again…. maybe it would be better if I did. Maybe writing longer emails would force me to use split keyboard, which I only just found out about. Supposedly it’s easier. I dunno. I tried it, but it felt like I was typing with crab claws.
I know that there are certainly worse things in the world to complain about, but I really wish that this achy breaky finger thingie would go away…
I used to believe that if I tried to be a good person, and was (somewhat) patient that eventually I’d stumble across that soul-mate who’s supposed to be waiting out there for me. Sure, why not? It didn’t seem like the craziest thing that I’ve ever heard of.
Now… I’m not so sure. I have friends who have done quite well in the realm of singlehood. They don’t appear to be lacking anything. In fact, one or two of them seem to be quite happy! So maybe that’s what I should be focusing on. The idea that my life isn’t complete unless I have someone to share it with… maybe that’s outdated in 2012. Maybe the focus should be on something else. If the head and heart can’t get their act together, then maybe it’s best to just let things be.
Is it too late to become a monk?
And the strange this is, I didn’t even realize that I was breaking my “streak” until this morning… Day 6. As I got up to get ready for work, I remembered that last night I had come down stairs in a funk and grabbed a 2L bottle of Coke from the summer kitchen and chugged back a few mouthfuls. It was a tiny bit frozen from being outside. Or as I like to call it… it was a little slice of heaven.
I just came back from The Source, where I wanted to pick up another set of headphones. I have 2 pair already, but I can’t seem to find them, and I’ve discovered that the best way to find something that’s missing is to buy a replacement. Except for my pizza cutter… I’m still scratching my head over that one. How do you lose a pizza cutter? It’s either in the drawer, on the counter, or in the sink. But I digress.
As I was paying for my headphones I noticed an old man giving one of the clerks a hard time. Some people are just dicks, and this guy was definitely one of them. As I watched, the poor girl tried to be as polite as she could, but the old man was being very belligerent. He wasn’t even there to buy anything, but he sure wasn’t going to let that poor girl walk away before making her feel belittled. It was to the point that I was actually considering intervening because the guy was obviously making her feel uncomfortable, and was completely out of line. Then he turned and hobbled out of the store.
Before I left, I went over to the counter and said “Have a nice day! We’re not all like that… ” She looked up and thanked me… and off I went…
It’s amazing how one bad experience can ruin your day. Hopefully a good one might counter that… even just a little bit.
If anyone ever asks me to make plans on my first day off after a night shift, I always tell them the same thing… “I try not to commit to anything on my first day…”
The reason is simple. I can never predict what my recovery time after coming off my night shifts will be like. I leave work around 6:30am after having been there for 12 hours. I’m home around 7am. I’m usually passed out by 7:30am. I always say that I TRY to get up around 1pm. That’s approximately 5-6 hours, which should be enough. I’ll be sluggish through the day. I might be a little more cranky than usual. But I’ll be functional.
Something happened yesterday that isn’t unheard of, but has probably only happened once or twice before.
I slept the entire day.
And when I say the entire day… I mean the entire day. I woke up briefly to use the bathroom, and to call my ex when I noticed that it was 5:30pm and I was not going to be picking up the kids. Then I fell back asleep. I did manage to drag myself out of bed around 9pm because my tummy was growling, so I made a small meal. Any worries that I had that I might not be able to fall back asleep were quickly put to rest. I crawled into bed around 10pm, and fell back asleep for the night… waking up a couple of times to look at the clock, and finally forcing myself to get out of bed at 5am. 20 hours of sleep should probably be enough to get by, I would think! Yet I still feel like I could go nap.
Well… it’s here! 2012 is upon us. I can hear the fireworks booming outside. At first I wasn’t sure what was going on. Was someone banging on that door that’s not supposed to open anymore onto the roof? But then it came to me… fireworks! Oh… duh… If it wasn’t so cold out, I’d go take a look. But yeah… this is January in Canada… I’ve seen fireworks before.
I’ve challenged myself to a little psychological duel… I am going to attempt to go an entire 30 days without two of my favourite vices… The first is Coke.. which is no big surprise.. although it will still be hard to go 30 days. I don’t think that I’ve ever made it that far before. The next is Twitter! Yup… my favourite social networking site has been chewing up a ton of my time lately… and at the end of the day, my personal productivity has very little to show for it. So it’s time to take a little step back, and focus some of that time on other things.
It will be interesting to see which one of those two things gives me the hardest time. I think Twitter will be the initial problem. I spend a ton of time on that site. I love to throw out random Stephenisms even if I don’t log in to see if people are reading them. I love to post songs that I’m listening to. Nope… not anymore! Not this month. No more foursquare updates. No more iTweetMyTunes. No more MyFitnessPal updates. And unlike other times when I’ve taken a little break from tweeting, I will not be logging in at all to check out what’s going on. It’s Twitter-free for me! At least for the month of January… or until I cave.
Twitter… Coke… Twitter… Coke…
Which one will get to me first?
Let’s find out, shall we!