Monday, January 31, 2005

Back to Basics.

Been chatting with a new friend lately. It's fun getting to know someone new. As it turns out he's quite talented.....

I love this picture. Thanks R, for sharing it with me. It's beautiful.

R also shared a list with me. The Rules According to R so to speak.

  • Don't give your trust to anyone who will use it to hurt you.
  • Treat people EXACTLY like you wish they'd treat you.
  • Always be honest, it's difficult to keep track of lies.
  • Be kind. It only takes a second to do something nice, but the effects last lifetimes.
  • Be who you are. Being what someone else expects you to be means they won't like you for who you ARE.
Simple and true. An expanded Golden Rule. Live by those, and you'll do all right. Truer words were never spoken.


Saturday, January 29, 2005


I've been more productive today than I have been in a long time. I cleaned my house and did a hundred loads of laundry. Actually, I'm in the process of doing a hundred loads. It's very time consuming to wash a mountain of clothes, towel and sheets, load by load. Too bad I can't just shut the laundry room door and run the whole room on a heavy duty cycle. That would be pretty cool.

So then I thought why not try my hand at making Sweet Potato Soup. Dad always makes it and I love it. I rolled up my sleeves and went to work.

What's supposed to look like this:

actually turned out looking more like runny mashed sweet potatoes.

So while I had planned to blog about my successful soup making endeavor, I actually find myself posting about how I am not a good cook. (sigh) Well it tasted okay, in spite of not adding one of the spices it called for. (Because of course I didn't have any cumin.)

Perhaps I should stick to ready-made frozen stuff. That always comes out well. And if I put it into my own casserole dish, I can tell every one that I made it from scratch.

Now there's an idea.

If you ever come to dinner at my house forget I told you that kay?

Friday, January 28, 2005

One of those weeks...

Whew! It's Friday. And it's been quite a week.

1. I'm having real trouble concentrating on work these days and not compulsively reading everyone's blogs all day.

2. It was jean day today. I heart jean day.

3. The big story in O-town today is about a man who is having a living wake tonight. He's 78 years old and suffering from a terrible lung disease that makes breathing very difficult. He's invited 5o of his friends and family out for filet mignon and a celebration of his life and then he's going to go home and commit suicide. It has sparked water cooler conversations and debates all over the city. Maybe the province.

Suicide is not illegal. If the "authorities" get wind of your plans they're required to insist that you get a psychological evaluation. The police have done that. This guy has a lawyer to make sure no one aside from him is held accountable. He's gone for the evaluations. And now he's set the plan in motion.

Any thoughts on this?

4. Did I mention that Eric was in a car accident yesterday? Didn't think so. Needless to say I was rather shaken up. He lost control of his truck on the highway. He is fine. His truck is fine. Unfortunately there was a head on collision that happened right in front of him. There is a serious injury and we're keeping our fingers crossed that the lady is okay. It's a long detailed story but the point is that he's okay.

5. Eric has been working too much overtime and it's grating on my nerves.

So that's it for the short update.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005


My sweet love has now gone 2/two/deux months smoke free!

And you know what? He makes it look easy. Really. You would never know that he struggles with it. From all appearances it doesn't even bother him.

But it is still a struggle for him. I know it is. And I am so fiercely proud of him that I could absolutely burst.

Well done baby! Now you get to select a prize...

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

I Can See the Light.

Spring is coming. I'm telling ya. I measure the changing season by the light of day.

I leave work around 430pm. In the dead of winter it's dark by the time I get home around 5pm.

But now? It's getting lighter. I can still see by the time I get home. If I can see the water tower of CP as I'm driving down the highway, I know that the darkest days are over.

Okay. Okay. I know it's still January. But let me be positive for just a little bit. It happens so rarely in this godawful month.

A Heartfelt Goodnight.

We stayed up and watched The Tonight Show last night. We thought it would be worth a late night to see how they saluted Johnny Carson. They did an okay job considering it was all thrown together in a matter of hours. But as much as I enjoyed watching the old clips and whatnot I couldn't help but feel a little sad about the tribute. It always seems such a shame to have these things only after people die.

I guess it's when we lose people that we'll realize how much we'll miss them. Until then we can't imagine a world without them. So we don't.

Sunday, January 23, 2005


Take note:

This is what can happen to your hair (and maybe even your head!) if you wear your headphones too often.

My boy has got to stop gaming! And yes that is how his hair dried and no it's not enhanced.

He's gonna be real mad at me for posting this but I'm still laughing so hard that I can barely type. I keep breaking out into hysterical laughter every time I look at it.

Too funny!!!!!

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Date Night.

Well we had great intentions. In fact we even actually made it out for dinner.

And it was a good dinner. We so rarely get out anymore.

But the weather is really sucky here in sunny O-town. Lots of snow and shitty driving conditions. We considered catching a movie but once I considered coming out of the theatre in the late, dark, snowy night I thought better of it.

Just take me home. To my cozy rec room and fireplace. Let's cuddle up and watch a movie. It's more comfortable than a theatre anyway.

How could you, Gmail?

Apparently gmail is locking out random users. I am one of the unfortunate. I have access to my less used account. My husband has access to his account.

But my main one? No. No. Of course not. I have an error.

"Please try again in 30 seconds....."

Kiss my ass Gmail.

No, wait, I didn't mean it. Please don't leave me. You know I love you right? Right???

Culture Shock.

I have been reading a very interesting blog lately. The posts are usually brief but provide snapshots of a way of life that is completely foreign to me. The writer, Nameless Girl, has a wonderful way of describing activities and happenings.

Nameless Girl (or as she is also called, BridalBeer) is, quite possibly, heading into an arranged marriage. I do not knock this. There are many aspects of other cultures that are different from ours. But I cannot understand it. And maybe that's why I raptly read on. To catch a glimpse. To look for understanding. If only a little bit .

Nameless Girl has turned her comments off. While this disappoints me a little, I can understand why she might want to do so.

Keep writing Nameless Girl.

Blog This!

Have you ever been driving down the road and then you think of something you should blog about?

Or maybe you're lying in bed, just drifting off to sleep and something occurs to you. "Oh. I should really blog about that."

But then when you go to blog, you can't remember one single idea for a blog that you had all day?

I think that I should have a little "blog this" button. When I think of something I can commit it to my "blog this" memory and then go back later and expand on it.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Thank Goodness.

Eric's gaming buddies called. They're having a last minute "Game Night".

I've been sitting here wondering if he was going to go with them. (Please don't go.)

I would have been okay with that. But I'm so glad that he decided to stay at home, with me.

Date Weekend.

It's Friday evening.


Eric and I have been so busy lately. This is a weekend with no plans. Next weekend? Back to the whirlwind.

Tonight we're watching Garden State.

Tomorrow? Date night.

Date night!! It's been eons since we've gone on a date. I'll be sure to give you the g-rated version.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Nate Made it Real

Okay. I have to admit it. I watched Oprah the other day. Alright, alright. Stop groaning. Nate Berkus was on. I usually really enjoy watching Nate. He’s an amazing designer and he just has something about him that shines. He and his lover were caught in Asia when the big Tsunami hit.

I hope you don't think I'm callous or unfeeling but I haven't really been able to register the magnitude and the suffering of the Tsunami. Sure, I've donated some money, I've watched the news like every one else. I have murmured my disbelief and spent some time trying to imagine what it would be like to live there. To have lost my family. But it’s hard to do that isn’t it? How can I comprehend something so foreign? Something so far away? Something so unbelievable?

Well for whatever reason Nate Berkus brought it all home to me. He made it real. His lover is still missing. The love of his life is gone. Swept away. I found myself tearing up. I found myself absolutely heartbroken. After hearing his story -- so personal -- I was finally able to just attempt to imagine the pain and the devastation and the grief.

It’s odd how something on a grand scale can seem so far away, so not real. But then you hear one single story or see one single picture and it becomes painfully real.

Monday, January 17, 2005

The Raiders.

Oh I can hardly keep from laughing. My man -- my wonderful, true, gorgeous man -- and his friends have come up with a "team name" for their video game playing group.

I love it. I really do. 3 grown men on my street alone, along with 9 others, will be going to a weekend gaming tournament (in Feb.) at a University here in town. I'm threatening to get tshirts made. Except that I couldn't afford to get 12 done. I might make shirts for the boys on our street though. The Raiders on the front with their ping and nicknames on the back. Too funny.

They all have to take their computers and set up at their assigned stations. I think it's a riot. I would like to sneak in and take pictures. I don't know for sure but I think that they're taking coolers of food and sleeping bags and whatnot. It's like a sleepover for big boys.

Party on boys!

Sunday, January 16, 2005

A Bird in the Hand.

I'm back. We had a great weekend. The highlight of the weekend was feeding the birds right out of our hands. Who knew Chickadees loved peanutbutter this much?

It was truly awesome to have these little birds land on my fingers and grab greedily at the the peanutbutter I was offering. There was about 8 birds flying about and taking turns chowing down.

Eric and I were both offering food at the same time.

Try this if you ever get the chance. You won't even notice the cold. It is really neat to hold these birds so close. Everyonce if a while they stop feeding and look up, almost curious.

Very cool experience.

Friday, January 14, 2005


I know. I know. I've been absent. I have no excuse except that it's been crazy busy.

I've had work to do. And venting to get out.

But it's Friday and the week is over. I'm going away for the weekend. I need it.

I woke up from a bad dream last night. But I feel better now.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005


It's January. In Canada.

And we're having a Thunderstorm. A thunderstorm!

Go figure.

Got to get away.... I'm going.

To the cottage that is. Just for the weekend.

The peace and calm of Riverwood await.

A cozy kitchen, a woodburning stove, books, movies, snowshoes, wine, hot chocolate, meals cooked by Dad. I am soooo looking forward to it.

Friday can't come fast enough.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

It Goes in Threes.....

This is all Jen's fault.....I'm just following orders.

Three Things

3 names you go by:

Queen Sha.

3 screen names you have:

None unless you count blog names.....
-Ms. ____ & _____

3 things you like about yourself:

my hair
my strength
my intelligence

3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:

my hair
my incredible mood swings
that I'm bad with money

3 parts of your heritage


3 things that scare you:

Dying alone

3 of your everyday essentials:

blogging and emailing
Coca-cola with lunch
reading before bed

3 things you’re wearing right now:

a funky clunky silver ring
green suede jacket
black boots

3 of your favorite bands/artists (subject to change at any time):

Great Big Sea

3 of your favorite songs at present:

Stoned - Dido
Over & Over - Nellie and Tim McGraw (which is weird b/c I don't listen to either artist)
there's a song on a mixed cd, that I love, but I don't know the name or artists

3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:

I have no idea -- apparently I have no goals

3 things you want in a relationship (love is a given):

Hot sex

2 truths and a lie (no particular order to keep ya guessing):

I had a breast reduction.
I never believed that I would fall in love.
I had a breast enhancement.

3 physical things about a love interest that appeal to me:
(do husbands count?)

His thighs
His laugh
His trust in me

3 things you just can’t do:

stop blogging
stop worrying
wake up rested

3 of your favorite hobbies:

drinking red wine (does that count?)

3 things you want to do really badly right now:

call in sick tomorrow and sleep in
go on vacation
the hustle :)

3 careers you’re considering:

domestic goddess
professional party girl

(guess which one I actually do)

3 places you want to go on vacation:


3 kids names (either boy or girl):

girl - Leah boy - Sebastian
Kinsey Shane
Rhea Aiden

3 things you want to do before you die:

be a mom

3 people who have to take this quiz now (heh heh - evil laugh):

I think that everyone has taken this already.

Zulu have you taken it?
What about you Writersblock?
Alianora? I can't remember....

Monday, January 10, 2005


The library called tonight. Angels and Demons is in and waiting for me.

Can't wait.

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Anyone Got a Shoehorn?

I'm waiting on Eric. You see. Now that we finally got all our Christmas Decs down and packed in an organized way into totes we face the problem of getting them all back in to the storage spot under the stairs that's alloted for Christmas stuff.

This will proove to be difficult. It was full before this past Christmas and then I went Christmas crazy and bought another tree (so that we could have one upstairs and one downstairs) and numerous other new Christmas Decs. (Let's just say that the amount of Christmas stuff at least doubled.) So now I find myself looking at 12 large Rubbermaid totes, 2 big Christmas tree boxes, and a myriad of other things like pictures that wouldn't fit into totes. Add on top of that the 4 boxes of decs and 2 boxes of dishes that my mother sent down this year and I think that this may be an impossible task.

I hope he's up for the challenge.


I'm getting old.

Going out is just not as much fun as it used to be. Perhaps I'm just out of practice.

It used to be we stayed in because, after buying our house, we just couldn't afford going out so much. Plus most of our friends have kids so it makes it more difficult to plan nights out.

But now? I enjoy staying at home. I'm comfortable. It's more affordable. I guess I'm just turning into a homebody. Even when we go out to a friend's place (like tonight) we still usually end up coming home fairly early.

It's just after midnight. 10 years ago? My night would just be beginning. We'd just be showing up at the bar right about now.

If you'd have told me then that going out to a pub for the evening would turn into a special occasion within a few years, I'd have laughed at your joke and bought you a drink for telling it.

Friday, January 07, 2005

Thank God that's Over!!

What a hellish week.

It's times like these when I wonder why I bother taking vacation at all. The work piles up. And then I have to come back and try to catch up while staying on top of new work coming in. Hellish.

I earned my pay (and then some!) this week. Kept the blog surfing and the gmailing to a minimum. That was hard.

One night this week I was working late. I was just about ready to blow my stack (-->"I do not get paid enough for this bullshit!!") when my boss came in to "chat". (My boss is not a "chatter".) As it turns out, it was worth staying late for.

I got a raise. A nice one. Shocking but true. Could it be? No. Not.....Validation? In the office I work in? Did he come up with that all on his own? It would seem so. I got a pat on the back and "you're doing a great job Shauna". Oh and by the way thanks for dealing with your 2 wacko coworkers in such a diplomatic manner.


We talked for a few more minutes about things and I told him that I was very appreciative of the raise. He sauntered out while I tried to keep a straight face. As soon as he turned the corner I gleefully hammering the figures out on my adding machine.

Yahoo! It's not much but it's better than a kick in the head.

Lucky Girl.

Thanks everyone for sharing your thoughts on the matter of blog abandonment. It was interesting to get everyone's take on it.

I really appreciate all your comments. What an awesome bunch!

Thursday, January 06, 2005


It's a wonderful sounding word.

Sometimes I consider abandoning this blog and starting fresh somewhere else.

Then other times I feel like I've invested too much in this blog to do that.

But if I'm gonna do it .... better now than later right?

I wonder if I would or could write so much more if no one I knew (in real life) read my posts.

I'll probably never do it. But I do wonder sometimes.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Good Intentions.

I had such good intentions to come up with an interesting, witty post tonight but my brain is fried (FRIED!) from work. I was so busy that I didn't even get to check blogs today. Can you even imagine???? A day does not go by without checking at least a few favourites.

I didn't go so far as to turn Gmail off though. Couldn't bring myself to do that. Total deprivation would have been the end of me. I had to get through the day somehow didn't I?

Tonight, after a glass or two of wine, I decided that it would be a great idea to highlight my hair.

Hmmm. Tired. Wine. Permanent dye. Could be a dangerous combination.

Being too cheap broke lazy thrifty to go to a salon to get it done I bought a box. Read the instructions. Looked easy enough. Eric gave me a hand rinsing it out. Between the two of us we managed to spray the entire bathroom with the out of control shower hose thingy. It was ridiculous and we were both in hysterics. Eric gave up trying to keep the water in the tub and just turned the hose on me. I was completely soaked but it was such fun and much needed comic relief. And my hair was a success! Well. Almost. Aside from the crazy whiteblonde splotch on the side of my head, it looks pretty good.

It's a good thing that I have curly hair. It helps to hide these little, unfortunate incidents. tee hee

And that was my day.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Gee. Thanks.

I was sitting at my desk this morning feeling slightly pleased with myself for getting up and getting to work early. I didn't even feel to terribly considering it was my first day back since Dec. 24. I was in the process of clearing my desk of a week's worth of backlog when a colleague came in to wish me a Happy New year. And then what did she say?

"You okay? You sure look tired."

Thank you so much! That's a polite way for telling me I look like shit.

Made my day.

Monday, January 03, 2005

In My Head.

I keep it to myself.

Why do I do that?

I downplay.

I laugh it off.

Nervous smile.

I shrug.

Change the subject.


Is it because I don't want anyone to know my weaknesses?


I blow it off.

Make it seem small.

Am I afraid of failure?


Pretend it doesn't matter.

I don't talk about it.

Or I speak in cliches.


How did I become that way?

Open but not open.

A glint in my eye.

Off limits.

And obviously so.


My company is gone. The house is quiet. I sit here and put off that which I know I must start.

Taking down the Christmas decorations.

It's a sad day. I always find the house empty and bland for the first little while.

And this year I fear that once I get everything packed up I may get the insane urge to reorganize the house and move things around. I can just feel it. Time to freshen things up a bit.

And so it begins.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Back to the Grind.

Tomorrow is my last day off. I am so dreading going back to work.

It'll be hard to get up early. I've been sleeping in till all hours for days now.

It'll be hard to start eating better. The last week or so has been filled with good food. Fattening food. I can feel my jeans getting tighter and tighter.

It'll be hard to get through the work. My desk will be piled high with a week's backlog of work. Oh lucky me. And January is one of our busiest months. I may be a bitchy blogger for the next while. I'll have to actually work and try not to check my Gmail constantly. Not to scan blogs for any new entries will be tough (impossible). I don't know if I can do it.

It's times like these, when I'm off work, that I start to look at life differently. I really think that we are going about life all wrong. It seems that our whole lives revolve around work. It just seems wrong. We're put on this earth for a few short years and spend most of them doing our jobs. And in many cases we don't enjoy our work. I know that there are a few lucky souls out there that love their jobs. But really? The masses? Most of us do not like our jobs or cherish our place of employment. We do it because we need to.

We can't spend the time with family that we should. We don't get enough sleep. We stress about spreadsheets and pay day and deadlines. We deal with asshole bosses and crabby coworkers and impossible clients. We work hard most of the year and try to enjoy the measely couple of weeks off that we are allotted. It sucks.

That's it. I have got to win the lottery.

And Done.

Despite my best efforts to finish the book last night I finally turned my light out at 3am. I just couldn't go on any longer.

And sometimes it's nice to drag out the end a little bit don't you think?

Who really wants to say goodbye to a good book? I never really want to let it end. As much as I want to see how it turns out, it's with a little sadness that I lay a book down for good.

For a change I thought I'd check the book out from the library. I usually buy but I thought why not use the free resource? Hardcover books are so bloody expensive and it's highly unlikely I'd read it more than once. Just not worth the king's ransom that you pay for hardcover if it's something you'll only read once. So I dutifully visited the public library and got myself a card. And then I put myself on the waiting list. After a few weeks I got my chance. The problem with library reserve lists is that you have to put down whatever else you may have on the go to read the awaited book before its return date.

The other problem I have with libraries is returning anything on time. This will be a first. I usually mark down the return date on my calendar only to miss it. So far I have paid a whopping $2.90 in overdue fines. Thank god they're affordable fines.

So I am done with The DaVinci Code. I really enjoyed it. A good holiday read. It's not for everyone. It helps if you enjoy art and have a good idea about DaVinci's works. One thing that surprised me was that the whole book takes place in the space of a day or two. I thought it might be a little more leisurely-paced than that.

Now I can get back to my other half-read book and put myself on the waiting list for Dan Brown's book, Angels & Demons, which was actually written before The DaVinci Code and has the same central character.

Ha! No late fines for me this time!

I Love a Good Book.

The DaVinci Code has me. I am captive in its clutches until the last page is turned

Earlier this evening I found myself dragging out old art history books. I'm searching out artwork on the net. I am enthralled. I'm telling everyone in the house about the intriguing, based-in-fact details in this book.

In short, I am powerless to post until I have finished my book.