Sunday, December 31, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
that one in the hat, that's me
Now, here is the thing:
From a knitting point of view, The Hat is a total success - it looks exactly like the picture in the book. Unfortunately, sometimes pictures lie. When you finally meet The Hat in person, it's a dorky hat. It just is. I am not sure what to do about it. This hat turned out exactly as my friend asked for, and maybe on her head it will take on some fabulous attractive qualities it just doesn't possess when it's on mine. Maybe it is my head that is less than perfect, and The Hat just needs a head more capable of pulling off it's daring charm. Maybe my friend realizes the full dorky qualities of the hat, but still wanted it regardless, since most winter hats are totally dorky - so why not go all the way? Maybe there will be some miracle in the blocking that will cause this abomination to dry into the perfect confection it is meant to be.
Or maybe it is just a really stupid hat.
So do I give her the stupid hat? What if she never wears it and I am hurt, causing a rift in our 28 year friendship? What if she thinks I think that this is the type of hat she deserves, that in effect I think she is a dork, worthy of only the stupidest of headgear? What if this causes a simmering resentment that will never be overcome? What if she really loves The Hat and yet it doesn't love her back and people point and laugh behind her back when she is wearing it? Am I contractually obliged to be seen in public with The Hat? What if she loves it so much she tells everyone I knit it for her and I get the rep as the girl who makes stupid hats? What is a girl to do?!
Thursday, December 7, 2006
It Would Feel Really Decadent If I Weren't So Tired...
It is a Thursday afternoon, and I am here at home. The kidlet isn't feeling well, so I am with her, pretending to be productive but really aimlessly surfing the internet, between rounds of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" sung both very loudly and very badly. (That isn't entirely true -I was productive for a whole two hours once I forcibly removed myself from the room the computer is in. Funny that.) Can someone explain to me how a child who is by all accounts sick, still has so much energy?
I am almost done the first of the Christmas hats. In fact, I would know if I was done if I could find one of my 87 tape measures. They are probably off somewhere with all my pens and screwdrivers, getting drunk or something. There is no other reason why I can own so many tape measures in such a small apartment and never find any of them. Actually, there is another possible reason - which is my generally disorganized life - but this is the season for kindness, so no one point it out, thanks.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
The day I let our love die
I stood by it until its last sigh
Then disappeared from the scene of the crime
Locked away to serve my time
Cause in a great divide
Where a line is drawn
Oh you must decide
Which half you're standing on
~ Hard Line, Jill Barber
I ran into an old friend today, and as I left our conversation and walked back to work I realized I was completely disconcerted. I keep running into people this week that want to talk about the split and (I am assuming in a effort to be supportive) tell me how much they didn't like my husband, anyways.
This has happened quite a bit in the last six months, and I still don't really know how I am supposed to feel about these revelations. I mean, I get it, I understand that people want to let me know that they are still my friend, or whatever, and maybe it's just that I'm not angry enough. Maybe if I were angrier, I would want to bitch about what an asshat my ex was, but really, it just makes me feel sad. Poor judgement or not, I loved this person, enough to marry them and expect to spend the rest of my life with them. That it didn't work out is just sad, for everyone involved. I don't mourn the death of our relationship in particular, since I am really glad I got out when I did, because it was coming down to me or it, and I chose to save me. But I do mourn the shiny, happy, idealistic version of me that died with it.
Sometimes things just don't go the way you planned, and laying blame isn't going to change what happened, or how it happened, or why. It just did, because sometimes that's just the way it goes. Tossing piles of blame at someone's feet isn't going to change the fact that the only person I can hold truly accountable in this world is myself - and that's okay, you know?
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I Like How...
A little tip: It helps if you don't start yelling: "Uhoh, dere is a pwuddle!" when you try and make your escape.
*As a side note, I anticipated the puddle. Hence why all the need to be laundered towels are sitting in the kitchen.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem...
Monday, October 16, 2006
Hindsight is 20/20
and that three second rule
somethin gets dropped
and still i'm the slowest damn fool
slow to realize what's really going on
slow to know in a moment
who or what has gone wrong
i wanna tighten down on the lag time
~ Lag Time, Ani DiFranco
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I Love My Friends...
Thank you - I love you guys.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Wow...
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
So Sucky...
Ha ha ha.
Very funny.
If moving didn't make me throw up right now, I would so kick your ass.
Sincerely,
The Very Ill Girl
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Stick a Fork In Me
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
~The Boxer, Simon and Garfunkel
Sincerely,
A Very Tired Girl
Monday, October 9, 2006
So I Went on a Date Friday Night...
Now don't get me wrong - I adore falling in love. I love that feeling - falling down into nothing and not worrying about where you are going to land. Love it so much I have let my wayward heart lead me all over the damn place. I have followed my tripping, skipping little heart to different cities, provinces, countries, even down the aisle leading to a minister - all in service of that blissful falling feeling. But I am not ready for the landing, and I don't want to fall today. Or tomorrow. Or next week, or the week after that. I don't have the emotional or mental energy to figure out how to fit someone else's puzzle pieces with mine and turn it into a picture.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Whine Whine Whine...
Instead, I will drink a glass (or three) of wine and listen to sad, sad songs, until I get bored of my own self pity.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Yeah Yeah Yeah
AARRRRR!
Two year olds are so much better than television.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
I Am Not Looking For A New England...
"I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?"
Friday, September 15, 2006
The Secret Life of Babies
Yeah, I have no idea either.
Monday, September 4, 2006
Random Quotes From a Monday Night...
~ "If you start dating 23 year olds, won't it be confusing trying to decide if you should offer them a post-coital cigarette or cookies and milk?"
~ "That will be me, that girl over there. Drinking a pint alone and so earnestly writing in her journal. But I will wear much cuter shoes."
~ "These girls, they are so into money it is frightening. Does the Visa machine come out before or after sex? Or is it built in?"
~ "They have perfectly highlighted hair and are always tanned. What will they look like in twenty years? Albino raisins?"
~ "I can handle a certain amount of superficiality. Especially if it comes in a cute package."
One Day She Will Learn How To Use This Sentence to Her Advantage...
Sunday, September 3, 2006
Toddler: 1 Apartment: 0
Saturday, September 2, 2006
Yeah, I Knew That One Was Coming...
it's fun while it lasts and it's faster than walking
but no one is going to sympathize when we crash
they'll say you hit what you head for
you get what you ask
and we'll say we didn't know
we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us
and the next just sky
~ Ani DiFranco
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
You know...
Here is a tip: if the vein isn't looking so promising, don't just close your eyes and hope for the best here, people - that's a needle you are waving around there. It is disturbing to have a clutch of people gathered around you staring at your arm, waiting to see if the needle stays put, or decides to pop it's way out of said arm, thanks all the same.
Although, it could be worse - the last time I donated blood she missed entirely in a spectacularly painful way, no less, and then was so shaken by the incident she had to get someone else to give it a go on the other arm. I ended up with a three inch diameter bruise that time. Way to build the public confidence there, guys.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Now With More Meme!
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
~ Dorothy Parker
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
~ J.D. Salinger
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
~ Philip K. Dick
I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
~ Mae West
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Navigation by Cake and Other Adventures
Now, I am sure there are people who arrive at the show with an itinerary and a neatly mapped out plan - which booths they will visit when, how long they will spend in each hall and so on and so forth. We like to start out that way, with our neatly highlighted guide and a clear plan of where to go and what to see. This, of course, is totally blown to hell in the first minute after walking into the show. Because in the first minute, we revert to our real navigation system - Navigation By Cake. Because, the first thing you see when you walk in the door of Hall 1 is the Scantrade booth. Scantrade knows it's stuff - they have free coffee, and warm chocolate chip cookies. Thus, it begins - the rest of the show is navigated based purely on who is giving out what free food when. Samaco and Seagull give out candy, good to stock up in the morning, for a mid-afternoon sugar rush to get you to 7pm. Anyone giving out cookies and pastries and coffee is the morning tour, Abbott's sandwiches and ice cream are lunch, Amscan's assorted snacks and juice is a good mid afternoon snack, since it usually involves something with protein. The day you spend at the Congress Center is based around the free samples all the gourmet food companies are giving out. Cheese fondue for lunch, cake for dessert. Truffles, well, anytime you can find them, really. This year Upper Canada upped the ante - they installed a chocolate fountain. Do you have any idea how many marshmallows covered in warm chocolate you can eat before getting sick?
I do.
Pet Peeve # 357
Thanks for the sentiment, assholes.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
If I Don't Make it Back...
Mixing socializing and the full scale project of a four day buying trip might just kill me, but I'll have had a good time on the way to the grave.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
My Fantasy For Tonight...
I need to clean tonight, and try and get my apartment looking suitable for my mother and stepfather to inhabit for two days while I am in Toronto. If you haven't seen my apartment recently - think ravaged by wild dogs. I might as well say I really want to scale Mount Everest tonight, and then get in a quick trip to Paris. I really just want to take a nap.
Monday, August 7, 2006
Goodbye, and Thanks for All the Fug...
http://youknitwhat.blogspot.com/
when you've got an open hand
i was sposed to be cool about this
i remember cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
i keep turning around
i keep coming back"
~ Worthy, Ani DiFranco
I was recently told that I was transparent- that you could see everything I thinking on my face. Oh, how chagrined I was! I spent so much time longing to be a Woman of Mystery(tm) (along with a Boogie Queen(tm) and Wanton Sex Goddess(tm)) and here I was, totally blowing it. I think somewhere along the way I took the phrase still waters run deep a little too seriously. You think I would have chucked it along the same time I realized broken doesn't equal interesting. Ah, but apparently not.
This weekend has given me a lot of time to mull things over (another favorite of mine: a life unexamined is a life unlived) what with the endless hours sitting on the sides of pools and pushing swings. I've decided to embrace the transparency, damnit! There are a lot worse things I could be than an open book.
Princess Leia is my Role Model and Other Musings...
So yeah, I've seen them. Several times. Probably several dozen, sadly enough. Okay, fine - I own them, actually. As a kid, we all lived and breathed Star Wars. We were the original brand loyalists - we had Star Wars sheets, trading cards, lunch boxes, t-shirts and action figures (with extra cool points for those with parents who would patiently cut out UPC codes for the limited edition 1979 Boba Fett.) I was so jealous of my friend Paul - while I had to be content with my dinky Landspeeder and TIE fighter, he had the Millenium Falcon with all it's eight million moveable parts!
The nice thing about being the lone girl in a circle of friends was that I always got to be Princess Leia. Which was fortunate, what with the dearth of female characters around. If you didn't fancy yourself spending an afternoon pretending to be tied to a rock or fainting a lot, the princesses were the way to go. Princess Leia and Princess from Battle of the Planets got to kick butt and be stylish. Other than that, you were pretty much out of luck. Wonder Woman seemed too far out of reach for a little girl, far too womanly with that sparkly bustier and bosom that could front the prow of a ship. The bionic woman was boring when you took away the sound effects. Charlie's Angels required more girls than we had around, and left the boys to be bad guys or a disembodied voice. Besides, unless they were blonde, they all dressed like Mom. We occasionally played Dukes of Hazzard, but that entire game just involved jumping in and out of the window of my Dad's car until he would catch us and tell us to knock it off.
Princess Leia had it all going on, though. She had attitude in spades and snappy dialogue to go with it, trading sassy banter with bad and good boys alike. She was handy with a blaster and tactical maps and could pilot a ship when the occasion called for it. All that, and pretty white dresses that didn't get dirty, like ever, and extremely complicated hairstyles. This is who I totally wanted to be when I grew up - I wanted to have adventures and face down unspeakable evil while moving through life with courage and grace, and an endless supply of smartass remarks. Of course, I also figured by the time I grew up, one could actually win an interstellar spacecraft in a card game and there would be plenty of evil aliens to do battle with behind the greater backdrop of intergalatic war - so take it for what it's worth.
Friday, August 4, 2006
OoOoOo physics...
~Chaos, James Gleick
Wednesday, August 2, 2006
Stupid Things Make Me Laugh, Part 2
Fortune favours the obtuse today.
That's good, since it seems to be a permanent state of being these days.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
I Love My Laundry Room
Today I found:
The Freud/Jung Letters
and Jung's:
The Psychoanalytic Years
Critique of Psychoanalysis
The Archetypes and the Collective Unconcious
Wheee!
Friday, July 28, 2006
It's Too Early In the Morning For This...
*shakes head*
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Well, I Find it Funny
~ Chaos, James Gleick
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Brilliant, I am Not...
The reason I was so determined to find a babysitter tonight is due to the realization that punched me in the gut while I was standing in line at the bank yesterday. The same realization that I manage to supress for whole hours at a time.
Today would have been my sixth wedding aniversary.
I am so not spending it home alone getting increasingly despondent over a relationship that has, quite frankly, ended for the best.
I won't, damnit.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Firemen - Totally Sexy
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Math Makes Me Hot
~ from Chaos, by James Gleick
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Things That Should Be Outlawed:
White stretch pants.
Fluorescent lighting.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Stupid Things Make Me Laugh
Fortune favours the brave.
Of course, sometimes it also blows the brave up, so take it for what it's worth.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Alrighty then...
Things you do when you wake up at six am and your baby isn't home yet.
- take out recycling
- wash recycling bin
- surf internet
- lay down new area rug
- throw out old area rug
- dishes
- search for screwdriver
- realize you have no one else to blame for lost screwdriver
- find screwdriver
- surf internet
- take down supports for old spice rack
- discover the wall behind supports was never painted
- consider painting
- discard painting in favour of spackling over holes made from screws holding up spice rack
- move new cabinet into place, discover it doesn't fit
- wonder what the hell to do with new cabinet
- go to buy a coffee, remember once standing outside Tim Horton's that it is closed for renovations
- buy water instead
- realize water is good for you, but tastes like water
- measure picture you smashed in last move three years ago so you can order new glass
- congratulate self for finding tape measure on the first try
- surf internet
- put away laundry
- debate psychological ramifications of discomfort with other people folding my laundry
- consider breakfast possibilities, decide ice cream sounds perfectly reasonable
- take multi-vitamin
- blog
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Fireworks
Bright bursts of light
Falling
Falling
Never touching ground
Your outstretched hands try
To hold on to them
Hoping to steal them from the wind
Memories are like this
The memories of tonight
Are like this
Slipping through your fingers
Always just out of reach
Nothing stays sharp in this world
Every edge gets soft
Even this memory
This night
These fireworks
So brilliant
Shining in this sky
The Grand Plan
- See if I can still make the tail end of a birthday party.
- Go see The Usual Suspects in the park tonight.
- Rearrange new kitchen furniture.
- Finish laundry.
- Start picking paint colours.
- Try and drag reclusive friends out to Sunday brunch.
- Go shopping for something a bit more upscale than jeans and tank tops. Remember to buy Teagan yet another pink hat.
Wheee!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Ever have one of those moments...
Then it hits me.
This woman is wearing a fur lined parka, toque and winter boots.
In July.
*shakes head*
Sunday, July 9, 2006
Uh yeah, remind me not to that again...
There is an Ani lyric for all occasions:
"they say goldfish have no memory
i guess their lives are much like mine
and the little plastic castle
is a surprise every time"
Wednesday, July 5, 2006
Happy Birthday, Teagan!
Since she is mine, she is of course the most adorable child ever invented. She is incredibly joyful, exuberant, headstrong and completely fearless. She has taught me so much in her short time here, not least of which is the endless capacity we humans have to love.
Happy Birthday, Baby!
Thursday, June 29, 2006
First check your feet - then choose your dance.
Other times I sit around feeling like a total nutcase - a bad mommy whose daughter watches too much tv, a bad friend who burdens people with the constant need for stupid favours because she can't remember that she just can't pop out to the grocery store for diapers at ten o'clock at night anymore. A bad daughter who hasn't yet managed to mail her Father's Day gift because she just can't seem to get it together.
Some days I wake up positively giddy, as though I have been given a precious gift - my life has been handed back to me without the constant stress of a relationship gone terribly wrong. I feel like I found myself somewhere inside a very bitter and angry stranger, and rediscovered the person who knew how to laugh.
The only thing I don't seem to be doing is mourning the passing of my marriage. That worried my for a while, that I must be suppressing something to feel so little about the ending of a huge chapter in my life. Then I realized - I already did that. I've spent the last two years doing that.
The mourning is over. It's time to let it go, grab onto this new life with both hands, and leap.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
And Who Said Television Wasn't Educational?
I have learned the secret, finally, of what exactly it was that replaced the little yellow pill as Mommy's little helper - and it's DVDs full of a inexplicably blue little dog. Sometimes singing vegetables work, too. But that song about the pirates who don't do anything tends to get stuck in your head.
Who needs valium when some guy named Joe is getting paid what I hope is very good money to sing about going to the toilet.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
This Week Has Kind of Sucked...
Yay me!
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Words! Words! Words!
duck
elbow
cookie (of course)
forehead
blue
shoe
boot
banana (also known as nanananana...)
bottle
cup
and my personal favorite:
poop!
Friday, April 21, 2006
I Can Die Happy Now...
Mommy.
I was beginning to despair of her ever calling me Mommy, as she much preferred to call me Daddy, even though I knew damn well she knew how to say Mommy even if she chose not to. Every night I would come home and she would run down the hall screaming; "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." Last week at the park she insisted on calling me Daddy both loudly and repeatedly, which garnered some rather odd looks as people marvelled at how successful the operation must have been. A few more weeks and I would have been fielding gently probing questions on how best to address the transgendered.
A couple of days ago, though, she pointed at my chest and declared me Mommy. Then she pointed proudly at herself and proclaimed; "Baby!"
It was one of those moments that breaks your heart and mends it again all at the same time.
So now, officially, I am Mommy.
Yay me!
Thursday, April 6, 2006
A Mother's Love is It's Own Reward...
A few weeks ago, I crawled into bed and Teagan rolled over in her sleep, grabbed my hand with her little baby hand, and as my heart melted into a little puddle of goo, she sighed; "Daddy."
A couple of days later, a sleeping little angel baby rolled over as I tried to wake her up and sighed sweetly and whispered; "Cookie."
Last night, she rolled over, cuddled her head against mine, and whispered; "Ma...
...Daddy."
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Just for Ouroboros...
I took the cranky baby out to the park today, then a tour around in the stroller of doom. What did I find during my travels?
Schoolgirls.
With bare legs and their kilts rolled at the waist to make them so short they barely cover their unmentionables.
The best part were the two guys on rollerblades who almost became roadkill while trying to get a better look.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
You ever get the feeling that you are really, really dim?
Say, for instance, you happen to reflect on a part of your life, long past and realize that anvils were dropping all over the place and you were just skipping along blindly like a maniac, somehow managing to avoid the anvil rain shower?
Yeah.
Weird.