Sitting, Waiting, Wishing* No More

I vowed when I did my rant about celebrity gossip a few weeks back that I would try to get back into blogging. Despite Jody's excitement that I was back, I have found myself neglecting my blog yet again. Perhaps it is my lack of readers that keeps me away, or maybe it's the fact that Facebook is just easier. Either way, I've been failing in my efforts and am willing to try harder.

I've just found out that Jack Johnson, who is in my mind the most fantastic and talented person in the music world, is going to be hitting up Toronto on his 2010 tour. I immediately started scheming about how I could get up there, and how I could get tickets. Here it is just over a month before he goes on stage in Toronto, and it's not sold out. After looking at ticketmaster, it appeared that there are only single seating seats left, seeing as how they went on sale on April 10th (unbeknownst to me). No biggie, I could go by myself. However, Tawny is amazing, and after talking to her friend AnnaLee found out that they have not one, but two extra tickets. And just like that, Jack Johnson here I come July 19th. To say that I have been "Sitting, Waiting Wishing*" to see him for years is putting it mildly. I went to the UK in 2008 and just missed him in Manchester and debated going over a week early to fly to Rome, just for the the day, to see him. It's been a long haul, and I cannot believe I am actually going to get to see him.

On a final note, Jods and Tawn have both thrown out memes for me to do. So here goes nothing.

1. Do you prefer watching movies or reading books?
I used to think that my answer to this would be to watch the movie, naturally. 7 years working in a movie theatre made me a big movie goer, as I could go for free all the time. However, even though I've always loved reading, I'm thinking that partly due to maturity, I've become a fan of the novel. There is something extremely satisfying about reading a good book, be it on the white sandy beaches of Greece, curled up on a rainy day (with some Jack Johnson playing in the background), or in a hot bubble bath with a nice glass of wine to accompany you. And finally, the feeling as you turn the last page, which a bittersweet feeling.

2. What is the earliest memory you have?
I'd have to say, my earliest memory is from grade primary. We were at school and off to go to a teddy bear picnic. We had all of our bears in a wadding pool in the classroom waiting for our trip. When it was time to leave, I grabbed the bear I had chosen to bring that day, a soft, brown Zellers teddy of my mother's. We walked through the woods at the back of the soccer field, to a meadow in the woods behind my house. On the way there, we had to go around a pond, and holding onto teddy's hand, he slipped and I nearly dropped him. I didn't however, he remained dry :)

3. What is your most favorite alcoholic drink of all time (if you had to chose just one)?
Hrmmm this is a tough one. There are many alcoholic beverages out there, but if I had to chose one, it would red wine, particularily Fontana Dolce from Riverview Cellars in Niagara on the Lake in Ontario. A semi-sweet red, it's a smooth and tastey treat for my tastebuds.

4. What do you think the best television series you've ever seen is?
I'm not even going to hesitate on this one: Six Feet Under. I am absolutely blown away with the creativity the show possessed. When I think back to great TV I always find myself thinking of this show and it's a show that I know I can watch over and over again. But what I find great about it, is that it's not perfect. It's flawed in that it had a weak 3rd season but was able to redeem itself, which makes me appreciate it even more.

5. What do you like best about where you live?
My mother lives here. That is the biggest reason for me. That set aside, what would I love if my mother didn't live here? Halifax is a small city with a lot to offer. It's only growing in character. The people are for the most part friendly, and we're very laid back. I can live outside the city and have a hundred different lakes to chose from, but get to the city in 25 minutes or less. I can also get to a beach in a relatively short time. I have everything at my disposal here and love it.

I believe I will save Tawny's meme for another day, as I am trying to stay on the blogging train and will no doubt need material later.

*Sitting, Waiting, Wishing is the title of a song off of Jack Johnson's album In Between Dreams :)

In my opinion...

First, I'd like to know this. Am I the only one who finds it offensive that Kim Kardashian is on the cover of Shape and next to her, looking sexy as hell in a barely there bikini after just having a baby, is the quote "I'll never be one of those skinny girls, so what". Really? Because I'd still call her skinny. She's got curves, yes, but that doesn't make her "not skinny". Poor Kim Kardashian.

Which leads me to my next point. Also, on the cover of the latest In Touch magazine, is a double feature on both Kardashians and their man troubles. Kim has been cheated on yet again, and Kourtney? She's tired of her baby's daddy calling her fat. Like I'm sorry, am I suppose to feel bad for them? If Kim is getting cheated on, maybe she's doing something wrong like, I dunno, dating a loser. He's obviously not happy with her, and maybe it's her personality, I don't know. But if a man is not happy with a woman like that, there are bigger issues here. And Kourtney? If your loser boyfriend calls you fat, especially after you just had his kid, instead of publicizing it to the world, which just makes YOU look like the idiot, DUMP HIM. Either way, they are still 2 rich, beautiful women who are lucky to be blessed with figures like that and if the most that they have to complain about is being called fat and getting treated badly by idiots then they can jog on in my opinion.

And finally, I commend Jennifer Hudson on her weight loss. Way to go. Honestly, that's fantastic. She is a celebrity, she had a baby, and she really had the money and time to work on losing her weight. However, and honestly, this is going to sound mean, and this is going to sound shallow, and judgemental and all those other words you want to throw at me, but I don't care. I don't care how much weight she lost. She's still ugly, and most importantly, she still can't act. My sister may have been onto something when she said she'd rather have a pretty face than a hot body.

This is why I don't read celebrity crap. This is why I don't care about what goes on. But I was in line at Shoppers and I had my hands full, and it was taking FOREVER so I had nothing else to do but scan the covers. God help me.

Blog Name

So I've decided that I'm going to start a new blog.

I may try to still write on this one, but I'm going to aim to write on the other one weekly, if not daily. Before I start the new blog, I need to come up with a kick ass title for it. So I need help.

But first, here's the idea:

Every day I see people. And for a lot of these people, my first thought is "What the hell were they thinking when they got dressed today?"

My new blog, is going to be a fashion critique. I'll try to find ONE fashion no-no that I saw that day, and rant about it. Apparently, from the kids at work, my rants are hilarious and should be video taped and put on youtube.

Anyways, now opening the poll for clever name ideas.

Thanks!

Dance in the Dark*

I'm fresh home from an evening of babysitting one of my favorite babies, and as I wait for mom to get home so we can decorate the tree, I thought I'd blog.

Since Jody has done it, and Tawny and Longbottom have as well, I figured I would. So, as from Jody's blog, I'll do a meme.

"The purpose is to list 10 things that make you happy and then pass it on to ten people in the blogging community. I've taken it upon myself to follow suit however I won't be tagging anyone; You all know who you are and one thing that would make me happy is knowing the little things that make you happy :)"

Like my sisters, I won't tag anyone, as there is no point. They've all done it already. So here goes, in no particular order:

1. Naps (particularily, with Daisy, or one of my sisters when they're around :)
2. Jack Johnson
3. Being in Mersey River, around the campfire or in the hot tub, with a beer in reach.
4. Driving stick.
5. Working at Nubody's, who wouldn't be happy with all that male attention?
6. ESM dates with Danielle
7. Shopping dates with Krystyna
8. Hot baths with a good book and a glass of wine
9. Rainy days.
10. Snow storms.

I know the last two kind of contradict one another, but I'm happy if either of those two occur, the harder the rain, the deeper the snow, the better. I could have made a list about how much I love my family, but I think it's a given that I do. And besides, it's suppose to be the little things that make me happy right? My love for my family is pretty huge!

Happy Holidays!

*I couldn't find the inspiration to give my blog a title, so instead I just titled it the name of the song I was currently listening to. From the new Lady Gaga album, Dance in the Dark.

At a crossroads.

I have a decision to make. A decision that I do not want to make.

I wish I knew what to do.

Bah.

Why can't things ever be easy?

On a side note: work was insane tonight. No. Seriously. Imagine how crazy you think opening night of Twilight would be. Are you picturing it? Do you have it locked down in your mind? No, seriously. Think really hard. Do you have it? Got it?

Okay. Now.

That thought. That picture of what you imagined it to be. Mulitply that by 5. I say 5 because anything more would make me sound like I'm exaggerating, and I assure you I am not.

It was insane at the theatre tonight.

So insane I went and hid in the corner of Krystyna's box office for a bit. So insane that my previous belief on not watching or reading anything Twilight has been reaffirmed. Because me? I don't want to have anything to do with the crazy's I saw tonight. Not tonight, not tomorrow. Not ever. That is one group I do not want to be a part of.

Ever.

Swoon.

I'm such a slacker. I realize this. But in my defense, I've been busy. I completed 2 courses over the summer. Had lots of family home. Then went out to Calgary, then worked every day for over 2 weeks when I got home.
My point? I've been busy. And at least usually when I do post, it's not a video link like some people.
*cough cough* Longbottom *cough cough*
Jody's trying to be really good with blogging. So I'm going to try and start soon too. Even if I have nothing to write about, I'll try. Even though I am not a writer, I'll try!

Tonight at work, these 2 guys and a girl came in. Reeked of weed. The came in for the 7:15pm showing of Trailer Park Boys 2. About an hour later there was a knock on my office door. It was a guy complaining about people in his movie who were smoking weed. That's right. SMOKING weed. I knew right away who he meant, so I grabbed my keys, grabbed Cameron and went in. Other than the guy who came to let me know and his friend, it was just the three in the very back who were in the theatre as well. So I walked in, and it was like getting slapped in the face the smell was so strong. As I went up the stairs, I could start to feel the smoke that was lingering in the air. So I went up to them and this is how the conversation went:

Me: You guys have to leave.
Stoner: Uh...what? Why?
Me: Do I really have to tell you why? You guys have to leave. (I wanted to say, are you really that dumb?)

So I walk to the end of the aisle to let them leave. Meanwhile Cameron is standing in the aisle in front of them and the guy who came out had gone back to his seat but was standing at attention watching the scene. On my way down the stairs I told him to check with me before he left and I'd have some passes for them.

After their movie they came up and thanked me for taking care of it. I explained that everyone told me I should have called the cops, but my first concern was getting them out of the theatre so the other guys didn't have to sit there in the theatre with them. I explained that I could smell it on them when they came in, but in that situation what am I suppose to say? He thanked me again for dealing with it, and said he'd been watching in case he needed to give me a hand if they caused any trouble. Because he was a cop and his friend was a firefighter. I swooned right there.

Sometimes, I really do love my job.

Yeah, I Know.

So it's been a while since I've blogged, I know.

But I'm blogging now. It's only going to be a quick one though because I'm a) much to irritated to even try and be somewhat creative; and b) I'm only blogging because I'm terribly bored since my stupid computer has a virus, which I can't afford to get fixed, and I can't watch stuff on my computer and both TV's are currently occupied. Also, let's be frank. Blogging about nothing beats trying to figure out integrals.

So, as I was driving across the bridge tonight to spend 3 hours in my way-too-hot-every-night-I'm-on-the-verge-of-passing-out classroom, I wondered:

Those port-a-potties suspended off the edge of the bridge, literally on a platform, over the side of the bridge...from what I know about port-a-potties...does something seems a little curios here??