irrelevant (and sometimes questionable) ramblings

Today’s Horoscope:

Seek out new experiences and innovative ideas today — the less you understand something, the more you should pursue it. Your intellect is hungry, so feed it with anything that makes you curious. Even if some bad memories from your past come into play, you can see them in a new way and learn. These intellectual connections will inspire your creativity — but resist the urge to cancel social plans in order to get started on a work project.

The part that gets me: “resist the urge to cancel social plans in order to get started on a work project.”

We have a dinner tonight with Mr. Cutie P.T. Ya think I’m about to cancel that?!? If so, you’ve got another think coming. In fact, I’m going to go lie down for a bit and try to shake the headache I woke up with this morning. I don’t want to have to deal with it tonight, when we’re all trying to have fun.

I’ve carefully plotted out today’s schedule, so there shouldn’t be a problem with me and my brief snooze. But you know what? Even if there were potential problems, I’d still take a nap because I feel crummy, and I’m not going to accomplish anything when I feel like this.

See? This is me practicing my justifying. Pretty good, huh?

Okay. On that note, I am off to rest my poor head. I’ll tell you all about dinner tomorrow — I promise!

…Mr. Hot Stuff P.T. isn’t going away, after all.

(Well, okay, technically the whole thing has been in the works for some time, but that wouldn’t have been as catchy of a Blog post title, now would it??)

Anyway. Mr. Cutie P.T. found out today that the new job he applied for at the old gym (the one we all go to) was his, so he’s not departing for greener pastures like we’d all feared.

This is probably one of the very few bits of good news I had today, considering we were iced in after 24+ hours of freezing rain. We went out this afternoon to try and remove a layer of ice from the cars, and I almost couldn’t get into mine. It wasn’t pretty. Thank God the weather is supposed to get a little nicer tomorrow — at least temperature-wise. It’s still going to rain, dammit.

Well, I’m off, gang. I’ve got a bunch of things I need to try and finish tonight before my entire schedule goes completely out of whack. Plus I’ve only got a couple of hours to do it all in, seeing as how Rella and I are supposed to go whack that effing little ball around a squash court at the butt-crack of dawn. Keep your fingers crossed that the temperature rises overnight like it’s supposed to. I don’t want to postpone going to the gym AGAIN.

Have a good one, gang, and I’ll catch you on the flip side!

Those of you who know me know that I lean more to the not-girly side of the female spectrum. I almost never do my nails; I don’t normally bother doing anything fancy with my hair — you know, that sort of thing. (Well, okay, truthfully, now that I’m skinnier — read: [ahem] vainer — I do tend to pay a little more attention to how I look, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s not that much more.)

Anyway. The Mater has a friend who sells Avon products, and although I don’t normally buy much from her, I occasionally do. And I got one of my purchases today, which is the point of this confessional.

I got another lipgloss.

I haven’t actually counted, but I think this brings the total to something like ten or twelve of them.

I LOVE lipgloss. I have a rainbow of shades — everything from pale pink to dark crimson. And the shinier and sparklier, the better. It’s like a weird sort of obsession with me. Even when I resist the Siren call and do not purchase a new one, I still linger over the catalogue page, admiring the pretty colours.

The new one I got is a pale-ish pink with glitter. And it smells like chocolate. How can you go wrong?

What about you? Is there something stereotypical that you love? Something that makes you embody your gender? C’mon! Inquiring minds would like to know!

ps. In other news, I may have a line on tix to We Will Rock You, that Queen musical that I whined about some time back. I will keep you posted on any exciting developments!

Remember how I said I was trying to come up with something monumental to do for my thirty-fifth birthday next year? (Yes, I’m aware that I’ve just publicly admitted my age… so be it.)

Well, I think I’ve come up with something.

Now I’m going to be a huge tease and not tell you, because I don’t want to get everyone too hyped up about it, but the thing is, this idea is dependent on a number of other events and factors that need to take place before then. So if something doesn’t pan out to begin with, it’ll have a domino effect, and my big idea won’t happen.

Not so fun.

So I apologize for being so cryptic about it, but I’m kinda excited, and I wanted to say something.

Tell you what — to make up for your disappointment at my mysteriousness, post your guess in the comments section as to what you think my big idea might be, and I will send the first person who guesses correctly a huge bar of fabulous Finnish Fazer Milk Chocolate. (One guess per person, please!!)

See? You can count on Kris to turn your disappontment into satisfaction! LOL

Have a good weekend, gang, and GOOD LUCK!

ps. There are a couple of you out there with whom I’ve discussed this possibility already, so I’m afraid I have to exclude you from the running. You know who you are. Sorry!

You know, if I could, I’d celebrate both US and CDN Thanksgivings. I absolutely adore traditional TGiving meals. Thankfully (ha — no pun intended, there), I don’t have too much longer to wait, because we eat a similar meal at Christmastime.

(Although, that does strike fear into my heart because I am nowhere near prepared for the holiday. Why is it that I always get brilliant ideas of gifts I could make, when there’s no longer enough time to actually make them?? Why couldn’t I think of these things, oh, say, last May?? Yeesh.)

Well, I’m procrastinating, here. I’ve got a zillion things to do, and yet I’m Blogging. Can you tell where my priorities are?? Part of the problem is, I’ve got a dozen things on my mind at the moment — and they’re all hypothetical. As in, these are remote possibilities of things that *could* happen…but nothing is certain. I wish I could say, “Yes, I’m going to do this, this and this,” but…I can’t make those kinds of decisions yet.

It’s like juggling, but you never know when or where the balls are going to come down. I’m trying to decide if I actually like having these open-ended possibilities, or whether it’s just too stressful…

And the jury’s still undecided on that.

Anyway. I am going to force myself to go do the things I need to do today, and worry about the rest later.

Hm. I didn’t mean to ramble on, and yet I did. Have a great day, everyone!

…of the Mall, that is.

Today was an experiment of mega-proportions. I had in my hot little bank account a few extra sheckles that I earmarked for a pair of dressy, high-heeled boots, and some new jeans.

Rella and I chose today as a designated shopping day. Four hours later, I was mostly successful. No luck with boots, although I saw a pair I liked, but the store didn’t have any in my size. However, I must be a tad boastful here (please bear with me…) — trying on clothes began with mostly guesswork, because I wasn’t sure what size I am now — but boy, am I pleased with the results!

I found a long, denim skirt (ankle length) with a slit partway up the back in a SIZE SEVEN.

Then, I found two pair of jeans (both low-rise, one with flare leg and the other a boot cut — and I had to buy both because they were on sale as “buy one, get the other pair half-off”… heh.) and HAD TO KEEP GOING DOWN SIZES. I’m now down to a TWENTY-EIGHT waist.

*insert hysterical laughter here*

Seriously, I just can’t believe it. Oh, and then I got some sexy little undies, and a few giftie items, and that was it for shopping today.

Right now, I’m off to go put my way-too-big old jeans into the charity-donation bag. W000T!

How’s your hump day been?

Neither of which are technically connected. (Sorry, Doug.)

For those who have been following the adventure, Krugy has landed! The wildest thing is, I didn’t realize just how large Krugy was. He’s bigger than he appears in the photographs, which is going to make our own photography quite interesting. I will keep you all posted on all the excitement that is Krugy.

Today is also turning out to be a huge day, horoscope-wise. According to one site, today is going to be

the luckiest day of the year.

Uh-huh. I don’t know if this means I need to leave the house or not. Is it worth buying a lottery ticket?? And I don’t know how it’ll be lucky. In everything? Well, I already accidentally dumped the kitchen garbage all over the kitchen rag rug. Not an auspicious start, if you ask me.

And according to my daily horoscope email,

Romance is in the picture, but you may be surprised at your own reactions to the offers you will receive.

Hm. I wonder if that means the opportunity for romance will arise, but with the wrong person? Or perhaps someone I hadn’t expected? Curiouser and curiouser. I’m totally game, so I wish the universe would just hurry up, already. Ooo! And I just noticed — the prediction says offers, not offer. Plural?? Kewl.
Well, today’s schedule is slightly off, because Mr. Cutie P.T. isn’t available for our normal session. I’m thinking I’d like to get to the gym regardless and at least do some cardio or something. I have to go out anyway because one store has Ice Age 2 on today only for a good price, and I think I’m going to get it for the Offspring for Christmas.

All right. Well, I should fish or cut bait here, and get myself in gear. Have a great one, gang, and I’ll catch you later!

All I’ve gotta say is: Bond rocked. I loved Daniel Craig’s take on the character–he was grittier, harder, edgier and more human in this film, and it was excellent. I don’t have anything against Pierce Brosnan, and his films were good, but I was getting tired of the too-slick, unruffled, one-liner 007. I’m quite glad Craig has signed on to do two more films. If they’re anything like this one was, I’ll be there, front and center to see them.

According to an interview I read, he worked out for two hours every day after filming. Um, yeah, I could tell. *drool* Yum.

Anyway. Here it is, Monday again, and there just seems to be so much to do. (Oh, the irony — so many time-consuming, niggling things to do, and nothing worth blogging about. *snort*)

My horoscopes are all touting fame, fortune and endless nookie for today (well, okay, not the nookie part, sadly), so I’m almost afraid to poke my nose out the door. But I must go run errands later, so I will be forced to do so.

Oh, and for those following along with the Great Clothing Hunt, Wednesday looks to be shopping day. Will keep you posted.

Now I’m off to do some reading and take care of laundry. I am SO glam. Heh.

Nope. Doesn’t have the same ring as:

Bond. James Bond.

I tried. I should get credit for that, shouldn’t I? Dammit, and I can’t even be a Bond girl with this name. There’s just no competition with Pussy Galore, now is there??

So. Tonight is sushi (well, technically California rolls) and then two+ hours of staring at Daniel Craig and eating Glossette Raisins (my must-have movie treat). This can not be bad.

The only way to make this evening better would be to have a date along for the…ahem…ride. So to speak. But oh, well. Such is life.

So I’m off for the rest of the day, gang. Hope you all have a great Saturday and that you stay warm and dry. (Or, hell, warm and wet if that’s what turns your crank. Up to you. Who am I to judge? )

Catch you on the flip side!