Buh bye!

I am off to the sticks this weekend, in order to partake of a family reunion. The call of the lake and swimming is enough to drive an extremely hot and sticky girl to tears.

Later!

Gotta Love Free Enterprise!

Sadly, Ebay nipped this one in the bud a mere hour after it was listed. One must wonder, though, exactly how much bang a company would get for it's buck, seeing as the guy is married after all.

Gimme a "B"...

I have spent much of my life feeling as though I am being pulled in two very opposite directions. One day I am the little hippie girl, the next a goth baby. I swing between glowing idealism and snarling cynicism, sometimes in the same thought. I like daisies and combat boots. I live liberal and vote conservative. (Of course, in Canada, that particular distinction is a little more vague, since conservative isn't really so - that's what we have *shudder* Reform for.)

It's awfully exhausting hating frills and ruffles and girly crap and loving cute fluffy little bunnies all at the same time.

I think I have found the perfect solution. I wanna be a Radical Cheerleader! (If that link doesn't work for you, try this one.) This is the most perfect thing I have ever heard of. Pom Poms and combat boots! Social conciousness with style! Protests are often so very boring, standing around waving a sign or chanting some desultory slogan. Who wants that? Not me. I want to bounce while shouting catchy cheers!

I have found my calling.

Wheee!

I have taken the plunge and set up Moveable Type. Yay me! (Actually those cheers should be for my fabulous husband who spent his whole Sunday setting this up for me.)

Now I just have to *shudder* change my template again. The though is enough to send me into cold sweats. Oh well, everyone can use more practice in html, right?

Yesterday was our two year wedding anniversary. Two years ago we pledged our hearts and futures to each other in my mother's beautiful garden, standing around this pond:

Along with my bouquet, I carried the pocket watch my mother gave my father years ago. During the ceremony it rained, making me laugh instead of cry. We spent the rest of the evening with our closest friends and family, sitting in the garden, eating and chatting. Once the evening was over, I changed out of my white satin pumps into my Doc's, and, with me in still in my wedding dress, a small group of us gathered in a pub for a last toast before we headed off to the hotel.

The last two years have passed so quickly. It's been hard sometimes, and wonderful most of the time. It's with hope and love that I move into this new year.

Sudden Light

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,--
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow's soar
Your neck turn'd so,
Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time's eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death's despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

-Dante Gabriel Rosetti

So who is in need of an anal stickectomy?

Well, other than various people both in real life and not-so-real life (and if you think this is directed at you in some way - you know what they say: "If the shoe fits...") the prize goes to the couple we had to deal with at work on Friday. After more than a decade in the wonderful world of customer service, some people still manage to surprise me with the amazing depths of their anal retentiveness. Not only did this woman come in and manage to be a total pain in the ass, but thirty minutes later her husband phoned in order to complain about how upset his wife is by our lousy customer service, sloth, and piss poor product line. All in all, these two managed to make three peoples lives miserable for over an hour - all because of an item that cost seventeen dollars and ninety nine cents.

Ever get the feeling that some people in this world are in desperate need of an anal stickectomy?