Archive for April, 2006
If I see one more really attractive man light up (thereby immediately being stricken from my “I wouldn’t mind dating him” list) I will chain myself to William Morris’ front door in protest.
Statistically speaking, we up here in Northern Canuckland apparently have a higher percentage of smokers than, say, other parts of this province. My question is, though, why do they have to be the good looking ones??
Now before I am labeled a hypocrite by those near and dear to me, yes, I’ll admit to damaging my lungs for a short period back in my misspent youth–but nowadays, I find the smell bothers me, and I will actually have a slight allergic reaction. As in, I can’t breathe. (One reason why I strongly support this province’s goal of a complete and total public smoking ban. Whee!)
The point is, though, that in today’s travels, I spied probably a half-dozen delectable morsels, each one in the process of lighting up. How depressing, frankly. Well, it’s their loss, innit?
In other news, Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings of The Guess Who fame, are currently on a “not-technically-a-reunion-tour-but-it-*is*-a-reunion” tour, and they’re coming up to my neck of the woods later this spring. I’m somewhat sad because I’d love to see the concert, but tickets are something like $54 each. Ouch. Yes, I am fully aware that that amount is on the lower end of the general concert-ticket scale, but it’s also $54 that I don’t really have to spare. *sigh*
Today’s relatively quiet, otherwise. (Friday??? Since when???) Went to the gym this morning and did 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer, then walked around the track a few times, and threw in some crunches and stretching. Finally bought a decent picture card for my new digital camera. I got a good deal on a 1GB card, so I’m laughing, now. And, I bought a plain white t-shirt for myself — going to play with a Kris Starr design this weekend and use my iron-on paper to make a sample version. Too fun, huh?
This afternoon’s agenda — some freelance work, then the Pater and I are going to look at, and possibly purchase, a cedar swing/playset for the Offspring to have in the backyard. Oh, yes, I am spoiling her rotten–I’m fully aware of that. But at least this way, she’ll have a safe place to play where I can easily keep an eye on her.
Oh, and before I go, I want to point out This! Christine’s new Meme/game…check it out. It sounds like so much fun — unfortunately, I can’t play because I don’t have any kind of MP3 player. Yeah, I know… I’m a Luddite.
20 Years Ago
Okay, April, 1986. I was in grade Eight at the time (yes, that’s how we Canuckians delineate schooling — it’s not “Eighth Grade” for us, it’s “Grade Eight”. Period.) We’d just moved again, and I was forced to complete my last year of elementary school in an entirely new environment, where all the other students had been together for the last nine years or so, and everyone knew everyone else’s quirks and idiosyncrasies.
Nothing like making a girl feel left out. Did nothing for my shyness, in fact, made things worse, frankly. You know how kids who are shuffled around a lot either turn out to be extremely outgoing or extremely shy? Yep, I ended up in the shy group. But I swept through that grade like a hurricane, receiving the French award, the Math award and an Honors Student award. Apparently, my classmates had even voted me valedictorian, but the administration felt that that particular honour should go to a student who’d spent more than one year in the establishment. Funny, that.
Yep, that was the essentially the first year of angst — crushes, cliques and trying to be cool. I recall spending a goodly number of evenings watching TV, especially my Friday-night lineup — Knight Rider, Miami Vice and Dallas. (If I remember correctly.) That was also the year of ballet lessons and voice training. The voice training continued; the ballet didn’t. (No real surpise there.)
10 Years Ago
That would be April, 1996. I was finishing the fifth year of my four-year University degree in English Language and Literature. (Yep, you read that correctly.) Finally got the ol’ sheepskin. Was living with best bud Rella at the time, and dating the future Hex-hubby. Not a whole lot jumps out at me from that time period — it was the beginnings of losing myself into a very dark period.
5 Years Ago
April, 2001. Was four months pregnant at this point. Married to the future Hex-hubby. Living in Toronto, working in the publishing industry. The crux of the relationship was a little more than a year and a half away. It was during this month that the Hex threatened to commit suicide, and spent several days in the mental health ward of a local hospital. Again, not a time I’m really fond of revisiting.
1 Year Ago
April, 2005. Still living in Toronto. Had split from the Hex for 2.5 years at this point. Was desperately trying to do the ’single mom’ thing, and not failing, per se, but not fully succeeding, either. Had just secured sole custody of the Offspring, and one month prior, had handed in my resignation. The time had come to make a change, and thank God, it paid off.
1 Month Ago
March, 2006. Now living once again in Northern Canuckland. Offspring in school. My writing career started. Freelance business doing well. Signed up for a gym membership. Yeah, I think the previous year’s decision had been a good one.
April 25, 2006. Sent the Offspring to school. Spent a couple hours working on a freelance project. Ran errands (new bottle of kid shampoo from the drugstore, and some dried fruit from the new bulk food store). Had a session with Mr. Personal Trainer, in which my weights were all increased by 10 lbs (I know, I said this already, but I like saying it. *g*). Dropped a borrowed video back off at the library. Stopped at the grocery store for a few items. Came home just in time to meet the Offspring from the bus. Made tacos for supper. Spent the evening with the Offspring. Put her to bed, then went to bed myself and read a few pages of A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon. Went to sleep fairly early, in preparation for playing squash at the butt-crack of dawn.
April 27, 2006. Putting Offspring on school bus. Possibly playing chauffeur, as both Mater and Pater need to go in ten different directions ALL day tomorrow, and I need my car to go to my training session. Will go to the training session, then likely straight home. I have some other things I wouldn’t mind picking up, but my wallet’s feeling a little lean at the moment. That, and our local hardware store has a cedar playset on sale that I’m planning to purchase on Friday for the Offspring for our backyard. No idea on supper, as Mater and Pater are out, but I’ll think of something. Then it’ll be time for a bath and stories (for the Offspring, of course), and then I’ll do my best to attack the WIP before I, too, crash. That is, unless this sore throat decides to really punish me overnight…*knock on wood*
In the Next Minute I am Tagging…
No worries, I’m not punishing anyone today. If you like this idea, go for it. As for me, I’m off to bed. Early-morning exercise wipes me out. *g*
The people at Blogthings are crazy, annoying, time-wasting trivia pushers… and I love them. *g*
An evil petting zoo?
|You Are 46% Evil|
You are evil, but you haven’t yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.
And I luuuuurve Gummi Bears… Yum.
You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you’re so darn cute.
This is kinda spooky, because I *did* weigh this for some time…
|You Should Weigh 165|
If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.
If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!
|You Should Be a Film Writer|
You don’t just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.
You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.
Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.
And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!
Ooo. This song kicks ass!
|Your Stripper Song Is|
Closer by Nine Inch Nails
“You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
When you dance, it’s a little scary - and a lot sexy.
And I feel like Typhoid Mary, but life’s not too bad, overall. My training session yesterday went quite well — Mr. P.T. informed me after the fact that after only two weeks, he’d increased all my weights by 10lbs, which meant that either a) I’d lost weight, b) I am getting stronger, or c) both. Yeah!
And on top of that, I weighed myself this morning, and am down about 4 lbs. Considering I didn’t do much last week, being under the weather and all, I think that’s quite impressive.
Last night was a wash, in terms of writing, unfortunately. Real Life intruded, and kept me away from the computer until almost 10PM, and since I was getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to play squash this morning, I was in bed shortly thereafter.
The Offspring is home today, and the weather is crummy, which means we won’t be getting outside for any fresh air today. *sigh* Oh well, we may make a trip to the library this afternoon as a way of breaking up the monotony. *g*
And for now, I leave you with wit and wisdom from Madagascar:
“Rembember the Penguin Credo–”
“Don’t bathe in oil and Bisquick?”
“No, you idiot–never swim alone.”
So don’t swim alone today, my friends.
We have snow on the ground. SNOW.
Not much, mind you, but we do, and the temperature is a few degrees below freezing. I’d slap good ol’ Mom Nature if I could. What IS this? It really butters my buns.
In other news, though, I plunked down another almost 1300 words on the WIP last night. It’s all about the sex, baby. Funny how I can do the sex easily enough, but not so much the plot.
Wanna hear about my exciting day? Starting off with freelance work, a couple of errands, a trip to the gym to see Mr. Personal Trainer, home to either do more freelance work or take care of a few odd jobs around the house (haven’t decided yet), dinner, bathtime and storytime for the kid, and back to the WIP for me.
Aren’t you in awe? I certainly am. Or at least I will be once my fingers thaw.
The only thing that looks good for today is my fortune:
Your fortune for today…
Your finances will improve greatly.
They’d bloody well better. *g*
I’ve actually grown to dislike weekends. Sundays sometimes in particular. Let me illustrate:
1) We, up here in Northern Canuckland, get no postal delivery on Saturdays.
2) Business-related email messages almost never arrive on either Saturday or Sunday.
3) On some occasions, not one single member of the household *goes* anywhere, which means that everyone is cooped up in the house (especially on rainy, grey days like yesterday) from dusk until dawn. Which gives me raging cases of cabin fever.
However. Today is now Monday, and I look forward to receiving emails and seeing what’s in the regular post.
On top of that, here’s part of my horoscope for today:
The stars are sending creative energy your way, and it’s a force that can give you new insight and ideas about your personal career path as well as your industry. Brainstorm with your mentor or a trusted colleague.
Kewl. And here’s my fortune for today, too:
Your fortune for today…You have an important new business development shaping up.
Pretty awesome, I think.
All right, the Offspring is wreaking havoc in the hallway…time to play the heavy. *siiiiiigh* Just like Arnold, I’ll be back.
ps. I am really beginning to dislike Blogger. I’ve never had as much trouble logging into a website as I have with this one… *fume*
I just dumped approximately 1500 words into my wip. That’s a fair bit above my normal daily output.
I can only hope that they’re good words… but that remains to be seen.
The important part is, the end is just a little bit closer now.
And now, seeing as it’s time for me to crawl into my bed, I shall bid you all a fond adieu.
Let’s hope I don’t wake up sore tomorrow — spending an hour or so wielding a hammer again today might have done some harm. *g* But at least the addition to our deck is complete. One more thing to cross off the neverending “improvement” list….
I had a whole witty post thought out in my head this morning, didn’t have time to sit down and actually write it, and of course it’s now gone.
Anyway. Here’s an update for all of you on my writing career thus far:
1 novella contracted (whee!)
1 partial of a category-length WIP on my editor’s desk (well, in his email, anyway)
1 nearly-completed novella for anthology still on my computer
and a whole lot of notes, ideas, partials, scribbles, etc., still waiting for life to truly be breathed into them.
*insert slightly panicked look here*
Who said it could be almost the end of April?? And why does it suddenly seem like there’s LOTS to do??
Speaking of, I’m off again into the back yard to continue helping build an addition to the deck. Yep, just call me She-Ra, Wielder of the Hammer of Destruction. Er, suppose that should be Hammer of Construction.
But with me you never know.
I just submitted a partial manuscript to my editor.
It makes me unspeakably happy to say that. Try it. Go ahead. My ed-i-tor. See how it just rolls smoothly off the tongue? Kinda like melted chocolate? Or honey?
Just as sweeeeeeet, too. *g*
(Okay, I know. Total fromage. But I had to do it.)