December 31st, 2007
Do I need a new year’s resolution? Or am I already perfect? You be the judge: today I read a book that is considered one of the world’s best (of a living writer); prepared home made Mexican sweet garlic soup with feta cheese, green onions, tomato dice, avocado, and egg whisked in just before serving; took a bath while reading the Impressive Book and attending to some less than perfect toe callouses; had lunch with a friend; pondered the meaning of life.
How does one improve upon perfection?
Okay, I admit it: I also ate seven Turtles (rah! rah! rah!). And did some rather unlady-like picking at the aforementioned callouses. Perhaps I could resolve to simply be perfect at all times, rather than just most?
I think I’ll resolve to be very attentive to my nutrition. I got a book about nutrition for vegetarians, and it’s about time I made a more serious study of it. Time to make sure I’m hitting all the benchmarks for advised intake of micro and macro nutrients. Aaaaaand, dare I say it, to exercise regularly. When it gets warm it will be easy, since I love cycling, but I absolutely hate cycling in poor weather so I need some kind of rain substitute. Maybe I’ll take up swimming?
What are your resolutions?
December 30th, 2007
I just got out from underneath what I can best describe as an impending migraine. I haven’t had a proper migraine in years because I discovered at some point that if I catch the first signs quickly (usually a feeling of heaviness in my right eye, or a twinge of headache at the base of my neck), 600mg of ibuprofen stops it dead in its tracks and the migraine never materializes. To this end I am never without ibuprofen (Advil) of some kind – I keep it in my purse, car, back pack, and in various places around the house. I buy the big bottle of it from Costco and restock my littler, name brand bottles for ease of stashing. (And isn’t it delightfully roguish to put super cheap pills into bottles that formerly held rather dear ones? Oh I live to damn the man! I damn him!)
Anyway, today, for the first time in who knows how long, I got a migraine that just couldn’t be stopped by a couple of over the counter pills. It was clearly slowed by the meds, but I could feel the growing intensity – my right eye became outright painful, and I began to feel nauseated. Husband and I were watching the new documentary about the making of Blade Runner (I’ve been a big Philip K. Dick fan for years, and we both love Blade Runner) and I was uneasily monitoring the migraine’s progression from the couch while simultaneously oooh-ing over the total lack of computers used in the making of those lens flares. (Imagine that – lens flare made with real lenses!) And I was enjoying watching Rutger Hauer, who I think is damn sexy and very underrated as an actor. Anyway! This is a long way of saying I finally got the migraine cut off before it reached any kind of strong peak, and now I feel great.
But still I won’t update about Christmas, because I’m absorbed by reading. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy reading for pure pleasure. I wish I had another month to do so before school resumes, because I’ve missed it.
December 28th, 2007
I’m still recovering from The Christmas, so the full report won’t be posted for a while yet. Maybe a couple of days. Right now I’m all busy napping, reading, watching TV, and totally loafing. Finally, I have no obligations except to relax. Relax and eat the leftover chocolates and assorted other goodies before January, which is when we go back on a diet.
I will say that this was a wonderful holiday. It’s certainly the most joyful and relaxing that Husband and I have had together. We have seen lots of family (mine mostly), and the pace of social engagements wasn’t too hectic, and we both got some great books as gifts, so what more could you ask for? …a blog update? Well, I’m getting to it.
December 24th, 2007
In honour of it being Christmas Eve, we here at Blogosaurus Vex have decided to dedicate today’s entry to a scriptural reading. I was aided in the preparation of this post by Husband, who was once a pretty hard core born again Christian. (Now he’s a grumpy athiest like me, but still has a head full of theological trivia.) Without further ado, let us review what the Bible has to say about people who decorate Christmas trees:
Jeremiah 10:2-5, 8
Thus saith the Lord, Learn not the ways of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them. For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not. They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good. …But they are altogether brutish and foolish: the stock is a doctrine of vanities.
Merry Christmas everyone!
December 22nd, 2007
Well, colour me surprised: the work party was a good time. I ended up sitting with some people I knew in Halifax, which was nice, and the other two couples at our table were comprised of one set of vegetarians and one set including a member who quilts and is a Christmas nut. It’s like Jeebus created a table just for me! And, we won a gift certificate for a french restaurant downtown, but wisely acknowledging that this would only cost us money (one hundred dollars does not buy you a meal at a fancy french restaurant), we swapped it for a very old bottle of port. I loves me some port! The food was pretty good, particularly the German dessert bar, and then there was dancing to a live swing band. So, by the end of the night I had had good conversation, good food, good port, and dancing.
I am still pleasantly surprised about the whole affair. What a nice evening!
December 21st, 2007
Last night I went to a work party with the agency I volunteered with earlier this year. I had a really nice time, though I was sick and pulled a few socially-awkward boffos. I managed to avoid a proper conversation with anyone because, you know, I’m kind of bad at that stuff with people I don’t know really well. What I am very good at is the non-starter conversation where as some point both parties end up staring at each other saying nothing and trying to be cool about it – But nonetheless I had a very happy evening. The food was spectacular! I’m an apologetic vegetarian and was totally blown away by some of the very kind modifications that were made to dinner on my behalf. The only boo-boo was the chicken stock used in the soup that I wasn’t alerted to until after the fact (though with much horror and apologies), but upon closer inspection of the packaging of the stock, it turns out it was that fake chemical stuff anyway so no chickens were harmed in the making of my carrot ginger soup.
By around 9:30 I was pretty wiped out and seeking a way to avoid playing Charades, so I got Husband to pick me up and bring me home so I could crash with sickness on the couch. But then I was gripped with a strange urge to shop, so at 11pm I hit Safeway. Did you know that’s an awesome time to shop? No one is there! Literally no one! (No, not literally.) I came home with milk and the fixins for a home made vegetable soup, which simmered in the crock pot all night. Now the house smells great. I just added some corn and by lunch time it’ll be all ready for diving in. Yum!
December 19th, 2007
Today I went to the post office to pick up a parcel and, I must admit it, everything went smoothly. I have ordered all kinds of thing for Christmas and in a total about face, Canada Post has delivered each and every one on time. I haven’t had to call and complain once. Not once! It’s rather anti-climactic, actually. I’ve gotten used to hating them and don’t quite know what to do when they deliver as promised. Send chocolates? Stop sending my poo in Ziploc bags? What would Emily Post say?
So, this has been my day so far: wake up, scrap with Husband (we’re over it now), go back to bed for a nap, go to post office, get home, nap, wrap presents, write on blog. Holy crapoly, I am exhausted. I wrapped five presents and couldn’t even attach the tag to the last one because I have no energy left. I’m watching Cold Case Files on TV because I can’t summon up the energy to change the channel (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it). I’m sick and tired. I need someone to deliver peanut M&M’s to me and stroke my hair and say “there there… there there.” Alas, I do not know anyone who will do these things. I will have to settle for whining while laying sprawled on the couch watching bad TV.
But! I still have the Christmas spirit and may get all riled up to attach that tag later, after I’ve napped and recharged. Now I am too tired to keep writing so this will be the end of this entry. See ya!
December 18th, 2007
In keeping with my fine, fine tradition, I appear to be getting sick again. I woke up all snotty and head-stuffed-up feeling, and now I notice that the extreme effort of sitting at the dining table reading blogs is causing sweat to roll down my ribs and pool in the waist band of my jammies. Fever until proven otherwise. But that’s okay, I have nothing to do today. Except:
1. Do Husband’s piles and piles of billing so we can have money.
2. Buy an ice cream cake for Husband, who has a birthday today and is not ashamed to admit loving Dairy Queen.
3. Make a nice dinner and then go out for drinks after, with the cake inserted in between because, hello, it’s his birthday!
4. Have sex. See 3.
5. Work on mom’s christmas skirt, which is a christmas present and absolutely cannot be late.
6. Do other housework because it never ends. Never!
7. Cry. See numbers 1 through 6.
December 15th, 2007
Hot buttered rum: awesome, or revolting?
I think both – initially the former, half way through, the latter.
December 15th, 2007
My holiday fully, 100% commences this morning. Oh what shall I do! As if there was any doubt… I’m going to hunt around for crime dramas on TV and clean my house. I’m one of those people who can’t function in a mess. My apartment is not bad, but I’ll feel great once it’s spotless, so that’s the first order of business. By the way, I just thought I’d mention that though I am a serious crime drama fan, I hate CSI and refuse to watch it unless there is absolutely nothing else on and I’m engaged in a task that prohibits reading. It’s just one long series of snarky quips, which is so irritating – and anyway the logic and arguments of the show aren’t even all that good. Don’t be fooled by the special effects – this show is the pits.
But anyway! Last night was fun. Husband and I drove through rush hour in the rain to make it to my dad’s for tree decorating, which was a really nice time. We ordered pizza (the usual: green pepper, mushroom and feta) and played christmas music (my favourite track: Dominic the Italian Christmas Donkey. No really.). It was a warm and cozy family experience that has me thinking BABIES! I notice lately I have been scheming the advent of babies in my life. We even have names picked out. I know, that’s really not excusable. For all we know my ovaries are a scorched and salted wasteland. But you know, I come from fertile people. (Ha ha!) Lord do I have babies on the brain. Recently I had to shop for toys and baby clothes for our nieces and good gravy, being in all that baby stuff is like a drug. It’s mainlining babies! Smoking pure baby! Injectible baby!
See what babies do to your brain? They turn it to pudding!