Appropriate lunch time conversation...

This may or may not be appropriate lunch time conversation, but our server prompted the discussion so I just had to share it... she was a girl of indeterminate age, full of bubbles and sunshine of the overly helpful variety... like the kind that would wash and dry your car for you while asking how your day went and intently listening to your response.

Which started it all off...

A: I just hate servers from all those places like Montanna's, and Eastside Marios and, and that other place... Where they're so overly friendly like *girly voice* "Hi my name's <> and I want to be your new best friend for today!"

A: You know where they write their name upside-down on the paper-roll table cloth? That's great Freddie, I don't care if you can write your name upside-down... with crayon even, I'm still not going to use it. But congratulations on conquering the crayon, now how can I trust you'll even get my order right... are you sure you can use that pen? Or would you like a crayon?

A: Oooh and don't even get me started, when they show up and crouch down on one knee... and they're all in your personal space, like they're your best friend?!?! Just makes me want to say "Eff you!" and walk out!

A: It's like they've been given a bubbles and sunshine shot or something...

Me: More like sunshine up their... umm... their... damn what's that called?

A: Haha yeah like a sunshine enema, that's it! It's like they've all been given a sunshine enema!?!?

Subway, don't let the mustard get fresh with the cheese

So the lady in front of me at Subway just asked the sandwich-artist "she'll get your veggies for you" girl to put the mayo down first... because she doesn't like it when the mustard touches the cheese. Seriously. WTF?!?! *throws hands up*

My nephew has that problem with things not touching on his plate. But he's eight. And it doesn't extend to the condiments *inside* a sandwich.

I must say I was impressed when she just smiled and nodded and attempted to make sure that the mustard was *only* on top of the mayo... they must get all kinds of weird requests in relation to how to make sandwiches.

Everyday ordinary

I find myself pausing and trying to absorb all of the things around me, the temperature, the way the wind caresses my skin but most of all the smells, and sounds of summer. I've heard that when you spend time out at sea you can smell land when you get back. Just thinking about being surrounded by all that ocean, I want memories of things other than just food to miss.

This weekend I was up in Revelstoke with a family who has accepted me as part of their own. They are nothing like the family I grew up in, but they have filled in a portion of my life that would otherwise have remained empty. I've learned many things from them, most of them I'm not even sure I can explain as they are things that must be experienced...

The feeling of being in the middle of organized chaos, the day to day soap opera of life... Kids running around, fighting, getting into things, learning, reading, and looking up to you. Problems with jobs, with friends, with boyfriends and money. The knowledge that there will always be something in life to worry about, and that its relative. There will always be something at the top of that list, but its the same for everyone else.

I've learned that talking about your problems doesn't always fix them, but sometimes it makes you feel better... and at very least sometimes it makes someone else feel better. That no matter what is going on, no matter how long you're away for things change and carry on without you.

This weekend I was woken up by a wet-willy, and instead of being angry it made me smile. Why you might ask? Because it reminded me of a little blond-haired boy who used to wake me up by plugging my nose, and convulse in giggles when I woke up in a minor panic and surprised him. *Every* time.

The thing is little kids, are only little for a little while. They aren't waking you up just to drive you crazy... They're waking you up because they miss you while you're sleeping. Because they are excited to *do* things with you again *smiles* So before I set off on my voyage of a lifetime, I'll treasure the memory of a wet-willy wakeup because he'll be older, and may have outgrown it when I pass this way again. He might not have either, but one never knows.

*blink* *blink*

Just looked at the bottom of my coffee cup for the third time. It's still empty. Obviously this is an indication that I need more coffee.

I'M NOT YELLING!

Buahahaha I'm listening to my boss "yell" as in talk sternly to one of our users... a guy from S&M (Sales and Marketing... nearly died the first time I heard that abbreviation) who is the slowest talker I know... I have almost said a couple times "Now, think about what you're going to say, and then say it" like I used to with my little brother. When he was 5. He used to get so excited he just couldn't get the words out.

*grumbling*

I know this is something little, something most people probably don't even notice let alone give a second thought to... but. When you borrow the spare chair in my office, put it back where you found it when you're done.

I mean really, do you honestly think that I needed something else to trip over *directly* behind me? Besides, if you are trying to hinder my escape from zombies that wont work. It might get you an up close and personal interview with a pointy object though, at least until they ban those from working environments.

-10 Acheivement awards for irritating me on Friday. I'm going for lunch now... mmmm lunch.

Love can't be explained, merely felt with the heart

"The distance between two hearts is not an obstacle... rather a beautiful reminder of just how strong true love can be..."

So then I was thinking...

How much love can one heart hold?
It can't, that's why you have to continually give as much love as you can to those around you.

Preventative stripper measures

I maintain this weight, to stay off the pole. ~Large t-shirt

Sainthood

There should be a Joxer religious medal and it should be worn for all the peeps that can't land the babe.

Joxer - the patron saint of "not even if you were the last person on earth".
~Gova

The quilt of our lives

"My body's the needle, my soul is the thread" ~Hank

*phew*

I think I almost just sneezed my pharynx out. Don't worry I'm okay.

A little birdie told me...

"It's time for you to get up lazybones!"

So I'm lying in bed this morning, and I'm the perfect temperature, like when you can't feel the blankets or anything. And I'm trying without much success to convince myself that it's time to get up.

Next thing I know a little birdie lands on the roof of the trailer, bounce-hops over to my skylight window... looks down at me, taps on it a couple times and then just flies away!

It was so cool, and for some reason so much easier to get up after that ;o)

Harassment charge in the making

Apparently when you have an ear infection...

"I emptied it the other night" sounds a lot like "I love you, I wanna spend the night"

On conquering ones self

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell. ~Buddha

Chocoliscious

I just had a piece of chocolate cake at break, I'm sure the cosmic directions read:

"When consumed, apply directly to waist with a spatula"

Because no matter how good it tastes, I know it will be joining the rest of my wayward body chubb. I'm not concerned right now though, it was that good.

I'm up, what more do you want?

"The trouble with being up is there's all that potential for things to go downhill"

Owwwsa!

I've been sanding down the gunwales on my canoe, because I didn't finish them properly so they got icky black fuzzy moldy ick on them. Worse than some of the stuff growing in the fridge! Anyways I've been trying to get them re-varnished before we leave, and I overdid it a little... I have a HUGE blister on my thumb! Perhaps I exaggerate a little, but still, it hurtses us *pouts*

So at the age of 27 I have learned, that burning feeling when you're sanding means your finger is disconnecting cell tissue.

Early morning glow balls

These are a couple I shot on the way to work this morning, wasn't up in time to catch the early morning dew... but still kinda neat

Awooga! Awooga!

Not only did *both* of my alarms go off (the first is a warm up the second is the Get UP!), I also made a decision of questionable judgment to finish the cool dream I was having. I was flying, well in the initial stages of flying. Which is cool in and of itself, but doubly so because I usually only have dreams like that in the house I grew up in. It was a balanced arm flap, that gradually you would lift up enough to balance-coast your way around with additional flaps gaining you an even better birds eye view.

Finally the town council reached a decision and pulled the alarm, everyone rushed to arm their battle stations and launched into a well oiled routine established in University. A large shot of adrenalin was shunted into my blood stream, I shot up like a puppet, did an impressively coordinated dive roll out of bed... uncoordinately hit the door handle, council checked the time and did a mental status report: Not dressed, haven't eaten, need to pee, no time to waste.

With my mind still fuzzy, and reeling from the feeling of flying, council took over... calling for a body-wide state of "the fireman". First order of business get dressed, then eat, pee at work. The adrenalin was still circulating, with the effect that not all body parts responded as quickly as others. We tried to remove the door handle again with my hip, before everything kicked into high gear.

In a manner of minutes, with running around included I was dressed, wearing a hat, had applied deodorant and had hoovered a bowl of cereal, grabbed my keys and was diving into my car in a modern day biathlon. The second leg was Nascar, on an open-to-the-public winding back country road, complete with daisy-pickin' hills, gravel, blind corners and large oncoming trucks who thought they were bigger than they actually were.

I dodged and weaved, chewed through potholes and ate gravel for breakfast... sliding into work just under the wire, in time for my pit crew to take over and for me to saunter into work, grab a steaming hot cup of motor oil, and start my day as though nothing had happened.

Caution: All stunts were performed by an untrained professional, who does not recommend you try this at home.

The Fit was not harmed during the Nascar portion of this production, however some of the big truck drivers may need to check their pants. The town council will reconvene at 10am after everyone has had a chance to regroup following the emergency this morning.

No rest for the wicked

Started my morning reading Forecasting Methods and Applications, I know it sounds riveting!

But don't you fret, my day was quickly interrupted and devolved into a minor first aid scrape, where the paperwork took longer than dressing it... and I was irritated because I couldn't find anything in the first aid room.

Finishing that I was promptly interrupted with an SSL issue. Our certificate expired today, as in it should have been renewed yesterday. *Arg* I can't even yell at anyone other than myself ;o)

To add to the jumbo-gumbo cluster I am trying to nail down dates to visit people, and fly to Kelowna at a decent hour for Dad to pick me up, taking into account that we've got to haul the boat before we leave.