Monday, January 31, 2005

What have I done?

Before I begin: I'll post pictures from the house later... the place I'm hosting my photos is giving me trouble. Nickel... I need your expert painting opinion. Email me? I dropped you a note the other day to the addy you left in the comments.

NOW. What have I done?

It's not as dire as the title sounds, but I will say that I can barely move my forearms right now.

Today was my first day of Fitness Boot Camp.

For one hour a day, five days a week for the next month, I will be getting my ass kicked by a trainer. Me and five other women. Did I mention that it starts at 5:45am? Yes. 5:45am - 6:45am, Monday to Friday. No excuses.

Five-f*cking-forty-five in the morning. What the hell was I thinking?

The trainer dude? He comes off as really mild and meek, but when he starts counting our pushups and other such reps... he's not so nice. I actually got in trouble for sitting down at one point. Oops. Won't do that again.

He guarantees at least a 5lb. weight loss in the month. We'll see. Since I only really have 10 or 15lbs. to lose, it's a very slow, gruelling process to get it off. If this works? I'll be a convert.

It's actually 8:15am now, I'm just about to head out for work but I wanted to post this... already, my muscles are tightening and I feel like I've been kicked by a pack of horses. (Pack? Do horses travel in packs? You know what I mean.)

So there you go. Can I make it at 5:45am every day until March 2nd? I sure hope so. I'm not interested in incurring the wrath of the trainer if I miss a session.

Friday, January 28, 2005

And the shopping begins

I get to see the house again tomorrow!

So excited.

The gal who owns it is having me over to see everything again, since I only really got to see it for about 30 minutes before I bid on it.

Between squealing with delight over the layout of the house and imagining my furniture in all of the rooms, I sort of forgot to remember the color schemes and what the light fixtures look like. And so on.

As it happens, I signed all of the papers at the bank today, so it's 100% official. It's all mine. As a reward, I went out looking at Linens & Things and Home Outfitters tonight, trying to decide on all of those things one needs to fill a new home... but I came home totally overwhelmed.

What color do I want for the bathroom? What about the master bedroom? What will I put in the empty little corner of the dining room? I need art for my walls. How do I pick a pattern for my bedding? What about window coverings?


I feel like I need a degree or something. This is ridiculous.

Thankfully some of the questions will automatically be answered after I go back into the house, because I'll actually be able to see what color the flooring and countertops (etc) are.

Right now, I have to go and make a batch of brownies to take to the gal who owns the house... it's partially a "thank you for letting me come by" and partialy a bribe to not trash the place before I take possession.

28 days and counting!

And yes, I'm taking the digi... pictures will be posted. Squee!

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Just my bloody luck

So, exactly two days after I committ myself to a massive debt (House! So excited! Squee!)...?

My car breaks down. $250 repair.

No, it's not much, but come ON.

The universe has my life on the setting where, when one good thing happens? A bad thing follows immediately.


Also, I want a new bra.

Editor's note: Thanks for the comments, everyone... and thanks for continuing to read. Exactly one month until I move in; unfortunately, it doesn't look like I'll be able to take any pictures up until that time, but that's ok. Anticipation is 95% of any event.

Saturday, January 22, 2005



I am officially poor now.


Details to follow.


Edited to add: Picture!

I originally posted on Saturday afternoon just after I found out I got the house. It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm soooo happy.

Obviously, the first thing I need to buy is a shovel.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

It's been a weird, weird ride

Okay. Sorry for not writing. I almost posted from work today, but I remembered a co-worker telling me that they monitor our web useage very closely... and frankly, I don't feel like getting fired or found out.

But I'm here now. Enjoy me.

So, the good news is that I am looking at a house on Saturday. I drove by it tonight; it was dark outside but the lights were on inside, so I could see in. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it. (Any possible structural or mold issues notwithstanding.) I'm not thrilled with the location of the neighbourhood. It's pretty far from work. But the house... oh, the house. It's freakin' awesome.

Pray for me.

The bad news? Well, there isn't really any bad news, exactly. But it's been a bizarro week.

First, there was the baby shower. For a good friend (I set her up with her husband... many props to me, please), whom I do absolutely love. However. At this shower, there were 10 women, and -- count them please -- six babies. SIX. Four of them under the age of one.

At any given time, one was crying, one was spitting up, one was screaming and one was filling a diaper with substances that could peel paint.


Not to mention that my formerly party-worthy girlfriends have suddenly become a brood of Mommies who happily sniff the bums of their girlfriends' children to detect any possible new poop. I literally almost had a panic attack.

I am so far from being ready for kids, it's almost laughable. I thought I was way closer. Nope. Not even. I am years away.

So, my friend Joycie and I left the baby shower of doom, and proceeded to drink way too much wine at a local lounge. Lindeman's Bin 50 Shiraz, you saved my life.

As if that wasn't enough, I've been dealing with The New Guy at work.

I will state right here: call in the fire department, this man is hot. HOWEVER. It is exhausting to sit beside this guy. Because I don't have enough of a way with words, I won't bother trying to describe it.

Just believe me.

I will say, it takes every ounce of my energy to deal with him all day long. I have never met someone who is so high maintanence. EVER.

And so, I will close with a prayer: God, PLEASE, get those people to hurry up at The Job so I can finally be done with the waiting and wondering, and I can MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE... and never have to deal with The New Guy again.

Oh, and may I please win the house on Saturday... maybe even for a couple thousand dollars below asking price?

That would be so nice.

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Disturbing my sensibilities

We're locked in the middle of a ridiculous cold snap.

I have said many times recently, the cold sucks but it's better than being killed by a giant wave or a hurricane. I'm cold but my house is still standing, and my relatives are still alive. It's a fair trade.

Still, I think a -45 Celcius windchill (it's about -45 F -- it's so cold, that celcius and farenheit are about the same) allows for a tiny complaint.

My skin is so dry that I actually put hand lotion on my cheeks to stop the burning. It's that dry. HAND LOTION. This goes against all I know and believe about proper skincare. It's ridiculous, that's what it is.

Maybe it's the cold that's playing with my brain, but I don't feel normal. I hate to wish for the passage of time, since life is short as it is... but here is it:

I just want to skip ahead to July and be done with this particular piece of life.

Thursday, January 13, 2005


Still no house.

Still no word on The Dream Job.

Enjoying The Current Job, which is a g*ddamn pain in the ass because I never INTENDED to enjoy The Current Job. It was simply a stop-gap between The Crappy Job and The Dream Job. Now, if I am offered The Dream Job, then I have to go through a very bad, VERY UNCOMFORTABLE situation, leaving The Current Job after only having worked there for a few weeks or, at most, a few months.

It is NOT good -- a fact that becomes even more apparent with each day that passes.


There are other things going on which I shall not mention, but all I will say is simply this:


I am tired of tests.

I am in the midst of many tests.

Patience and restraint are two, yet one in the same. There are more, but it's not worth mentioning. They have to do with things I know I shouldn't do and say, but am SO CLOSE TO DOING AND SAYING.

For the love of all that is good, holy, and chocolate -- GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK ALREADY.

Enough with the drama. ENOUGH.

I want boring. I want nothing to say or update on. I want CONCRETE.

Please, God. For once, could I please have some certainty?

Just once?

There is SO much more to this, but after 3/4 of a bottle of Lindeman's Shiraz, I am not even going to try.

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Anniversary of sorts

I started blogging almost exactly a year ago.

I had started a new job -- my first "desk" job, after years as a television reporter -- and found I was bored out of my skin most days.

To survive the one year contract I'd signed, I found more and more blogs to read every day. My daily reads list was quite varied; from the widely-known and widely-read Dooce, Amalah, and Zoot... to people who shared some of my own interests, like The Sarcastic Journalist and Type A... to a group of women who struggle with infertility, something I know nothing about, but have found absolutely fascinating and compelling... and so very many in between, a number of whom (like Shiz and hubby David, and Michelle) who have become people who are no longer bloggers who I know, but long-distance friends who happen to blog.

But then I had December off, and have started a new job where I am very busy all day, and have no time or ability to access my blog or anyone else's. I could do it at night, but my evenings are hectic right now too as I search for a house to buy.

There are many blogs I haven't read in ages. Cactus, Dana, and Oliquig... JUST to name a very few. Sorry folks, I'm trying, I really am.

As for posting... I'll make a better effort to keep up on here. I hope there are some significant life developments to report in the VERY near future.

Check that -- I KNOW there will be some.

Stay tuned. The posts may be a little less frequent, but they should actually start to become way more exciting.

Be excited... I think I am.

**Editor's Note: Sorry for any of you who I didn't list -- it's not that I don't read you too or consider you in great company with those who I did list, but I'm not at home and don't have my bookmarks... and yadda yadda. I still love you all. I do.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Men. What the eff?

Started the new job today. It's just like what I'm used to -- fast paced environment, but very laid back all at the same time. It should be pretty good while I wait to find out about The Dream Job.


There's also a new guy starting. (I'll call him the New Guy.) He was supposed to start today but he had some trouble moving his stuff across the country so he'll start tomorrow instead.

But he did stop in this afternoon to see the lay of the land, and to meet everyone. He brought his buddy along, a friend who made the cross-Canada drive with him to get here. They came into the newsroom and said hello, and the New Boss said, "That's Pink, and you'll be sitting right across from her here."

And the buddy said, "That's a pretty damn good view!" as he elbowed the New Guy.


Yesterday it was a grocery clerk, while I was effectively wearing my pyjamas and buying brocolli. Cute. Sort of funny. I was obviously alone, and this kid was being brave (or something.) (By the way, go read yesterday's post. It's good.)

Today, it's in front of my NEW BOSS? The friend of my new employee, for all in the room to hear?

What is WITH men?

I mean, hey, okay, I'm totally flattered. Who wouldn't be, with comments like that two days in a row? And I'm not posting this as if to say, "Look at me, all the guys think I'm sexy... nyah nyah." No. I'm posting this because I don't understand where the filter is in men's brains, that tells them when a comment like that is sort of not appropriately placed.

In front of my NEW BOSS, people. Sheesh.

Can someone out there explain this to me?

Monday, January 03, 2005

Feeling old...

At the supermarket today, I went to pay and the young male cashier ran my items through. My total was $39.46. He handed me a "frequent shopper" card, a new promotion at my favorite grocery store, where you get a stamp for every $20 you spend there. Once you've spent $200 there, you get some kind of discount on your next shopping trip.


Except, I obviously was JUST below the $40 mark -- only one stamp for Pinky.

I said, "I'll buy a chocolate bar to get that extra stamp!"

And he said to me, "Naw, you're so cute, you deserve the extra stamp."

BLINK. BLINK. Whhhhaaat!?

I was wearing Old Navy pajama bottoms and running shoes, no makeup, and hadn't washed my hair. And I'm sure the red flush that overtook my face was also "tres attractif".

I looked at him and said, "Ohh... that's really nice of you to say--", and I stopped before I said, "---young man."

YOUNG MAN! I thought the words, YOUNG MAN! What am I, 90?!

For God's SAKE, I'm not even 30 years old!

Oy. Talk about ruining your own little flattering moment. I am SUCH a nerd.