say hello to my little friend

say hello to Lucy. Isn't she pretty??

Lucy is my new little friend. I promise not to drown her, throw her or drop her!

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Anyways ...

I am escaping the big bad City this weekend. Going to give up the ocean and head out to the boonies.

1. I am going to talk as little as possible (the noise in my head is loud enough at the moment).
2. I am going to move as slowly as possible.
3. I am going to smell a few roses (literally).
4. I am going to hug Chico's parents and listen to his mom's amazing stories. He will probably get a hug or two too.
5. I am going to get fat(ter) eating yummy homemade Indian food.
6. I will read, read and read some more. This is my current read.
7. I will go to the gym with Chico Saturday morning. (yes, I realize this contradicts the moving slowly as possible, but it is my blog so whatever).
8. Saturday - Chico is going to take me to Harrison Hot Springs for ICECREAM!!!
9. I will spend as much time as possible outdoors in my bikini sunning myself.
10. I am going to write. Write and write some more. I know I have a short story in this head of mine worth telling!
11. On Sunday I plan to visit here, or here and possibly here. And would this not be fun??

I hope you all have a great weekend. Thanks for checking in on nerdgirl. Sometimes I need the attention. Right now is one of those times.

in need of some sugar ...

No McGriddle this morning. Am not happy about my decision. What am I supposed to eat? And dont you DARE say bran or some other such crap! Hm, the grumpies are setting in.

Paul, you said you were buying lunch! Expect it to be a big one, I'm going to be HUNGRY!

on withdrawals

Rye toast for breakfast.

'Nuff said.

feeling high without getting high

I'm sitting at Lugz on Main and trying to write this weekend's blog entry. Writing has been a bit of a struggle today. I cannot come up with the words to describe the people I have met and the experiences I have had in the last 48 hours. Everything I write sounds a bit lame.

I used one of my vacation days on Friday as a 'me' day. I had planned on watching Ellen, running some errands, doing housework and preparing for a busy weekend. I was marvelously sidetracked by *insert name here*. I am reluctant to use her name as I cannot see her being the type of woman who wants people reading about her on the world wide web ... =) This is tough for me because *insert name here* and the rest of the she-village I am lucky to be surrounded with would be way more interesting to write about than little old me. The characters in my life have stories and lives that are worth spending an afternoon writing about. Since I started writing this blog last summer everytime I find myself laughing out loud while sharing the company of one one of my loved ones it takes everything I have not to listen to the voices in my head (no, the other ones) that yell out "blog idea", "blog idea"...

Friday.

Lunch on 4th Avenue at Hells Kitchen, a slow walk up 4th and a movie at the 5th Avenue cinemas. It was a tremendous afternoon of doing nothing. I apologize AGAIN for the choice in movie. Do not see Notes on a Scandal. The ick factor of this story line was only outdone by the creepy factor. Even the hotness of Cate Blanchett cannot wash off the dirty feeling you get from watching Judi Dench be the person she is in this film!

I do not recommend this movie: http://www.foxsearchlight.com/NOAS/

I definitely recommend this eatery: http://www.hells-kitchen.ca/

Saturday morning.

Backpack packed, workboots on and off to the Habitat for Humanity build site. Not one minute of this day was what I expected. I do not enjoy the manual labour type jobs around the house. I have an Ikea dresser sitting in my hallway that I would sooner through through a window than put together. I use a mug for a hammer and a knife for a screwdriver. And this has worked just fine for me, thank you very much. But truth be told - I can put it together mysef - I just dont want to. Simple as that. My mom and dad were the type of parents that made sure that we were self sufficient women who could do things ourselves. I can do it, I just dont want to! If it was Megan's dresser or someone else needed it put together it would be done, but for some reason I just want someone else to do the dresser for me. =) Lame. I know. But there it is.

Yesterday I used a hammer, two different kinds of saws, a belt sander, a level and some really stinky glue. I measured out, cut the wood and built shelves for all the closets in one of the townhouses. I helped fit and instal a counter and bolted a vanity to the wall. Apparently I can do just about anything! =))))) I am a catch! =) A slight pain in the ass, but a catch nonetheless. =)

I lucked out. I was paired up with a man that works as a carpenter for the Vancouver School Board. He reminded me of my ex Devin. He had these slow movements, kind eyes and an unwaivering patience. Because of him I experienced more yesterday than I think I would have had he not been there. He pushed me to learn to use the tools he was using myself and encouraged me to try things that were outside my comfort level. He would have accomplished a lot more without me but kept me as his sidekick for the day and encouraged me to learn and do everything he was doing. Thank you for that.

I also ran into an elementary school friend on the site - she grew up on my street. It is a small, small world! Mom - you would remember her. Elisabeth Stitch. She is a single mom who works full time and spends almost every Saturday on the site. Can you feel my admiration??

Then the couple - my guess is that they are in their seventies. They worked alongside one another painting all day. It made me feel all mushy inside to watch them. They had that easy way about them that couples who spend a lifetime together possess. Silent understanding. *sigh*

Anyways, I should go. I have so much to do today. I should probably get on it.

Did I really need a steak sandwich, french fries, creme brulee cheesecake and a MIMOSA for lunch on a weekday???

Some musings, comments, rants and good stuff:

1. Pompous judgmental assholes can sometimes say the right thing.

Attorney for Anna Nicole Smith’s ex husband admitted on live television that he believes that that old man did, in fact, love her and wanted her provided for.

He should have stopped talking there. Turned back into pompous, judgmental asshole in the very next sentence.

2. Steak sandwich, french fries, crème brulee cheesecake and a mimosa are NOT a good idea for a mid-week lunch …

I still have a belly ache! *Insert bad influence friend's name here" - could you not have stopped me? Or at least not encouraged the mimosa… while you ate your healthy soup for lunch??? I put part blame on you for the bellyache – may everything you eat this weekend add an extra inch to your hips – HA so there. =) =) =)

3. Skytrain commute not so bad.

Have had to change my commute because of mess on Cambie and it is to damn cold to walk across the bridge and still look good in my Lululemon coat.

So some days are not a total waste of makeup. I must look human today. Was asked out on the skytrain via business card!

4. You cannot mind melt someone’s head into exploding.
Tried it this morning on the bus ride to skytrain.

Pushy woman, bad breath, cellphone talking, giggling mess of a perfume hag. Touching me, invading personal space. Ugh. No matter how hard I squinted my eyes, or wiggled my nose, her head would just not pop off.

Note to woman on bus. Forget the perfume, try MOUTHWASH!

5. I am actually normal.

When compared to the female diaper wearing astronaut.

Story: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17034568/site/newsweek/

ASTRONAUT UNDERWEAR - WHO KNEW!?