Don't you love it when ...

Don't you love it when you're on a crowded bus and the bus driver has to let people on at the back door because it's so crowded and one of those people who has just got on at said back door starts looking around the back of the bus to see if there's a seat available?

Yeah, because we're all standing there squished together, hanging on for dear life because there are all kinds of seats available ...

(Rough start this morning)

Out of Shape

Without the added stress of making New Year's resolutions that I end up feeling guilty about not keeping, I decided to start a little at home exercise program at the beginning of the month. Incredibly, here we are 25 days later and I'm still doing it. Go figure. It's not easy exercising at 6am, but I'm up anyway so why not. I have even, occasionally, done the same little workout again in the evening just to shake myself out of the sitting position I'm in all day.

Mostly I would say things are going well, I have discovered some new muscles (painfully) and also have found my knees hurt. Is this the result of such a sedentary life or do I just need new running shoes?

If I ever

... own a dog, please shoot me if I spend the better part of every day talking about said dog and telling everyone about every stupid face and little thing the friggin' dog does. Who the hell cares what kind of treats the dog likes? Who cares if the dog whimpers in her sleep? Who cares how much attention the kids get compared to the dog?

For the love of Pete, SHUT UP!!!

I did it!

Incredibly, after 6 weeks of sleep therapy (last fall) and about a month of attempting to sleep with my oral appliance (since Dec. 23), last night I actually slept for 8 1/2 hours. Was only awake for a quick bathroom run around 4am and then straight back to sleep.

And it gets better - I felt good when I woke up this morning. I felt awake. I didn't feel like I needed another hour or two in bed.

I've been meaning to take pictures of this oral appliance in my mouth, just to give you an idea of what my Christmas present to me looks like. Obviously I haven't yet; never seem to think about it at the right time. I will write myself a post-it note and maybe get that done next weekend.

The point of all this is - I can actually sleep a whole night with this oral appliance in my mouth! Congratulations to me!!!

Nothing to write home about

Haven't had much to say recently. Apart from life's little irritations and cold winter weather here in Montreal, I have nothing to say. Just so you know.

Things not to do ...

... when you've had one beer and one shot of tequila:

Attempt to hang pictures.

'Nuf said.

I Hate Crowds

Sometimes I could just shoot myself. Today at work we had a little "4 à 5" to welcome in the New Year now that we're all back and hard at work.

Shortly after 4pm I found myself in a big room surrounded mostly by people I am acquainted with, everyone with a drink in their hand and a smile on their face - except me. Well, I did have the drink in my hand. But there was no one I felt comfortable approaching and just joining in the conversation. I lasted a grand total of 10 minutes. By 4:10 I was back at my desk.

I don't know why I clam up in these kinds of situations, but I always do. I lose any and all confidence I have/had. I become the proverbial wallflower. My shyness dictates that I am literally unable to approach a group of people and just talk. It makes me want to cry.

Woo hoo - Happy New Year.

Boys are Stupid

Boys are Stupid

Not feeling terribly happy with the male species right now. Need a little comic relief and today that will be brought to you by David & Goliath and their funny (if immature - but who the hell cares!) t-shirts, magnets and slippers. I likey.

Mom Speak

Funniest word to come out of my mother’s mouth recently: "Sub-woofer". My parents bought themselves a surround sound system and this has prompted Mom to get all hip with her vocab. Throughout the holiday season she had many an opportunity to spit this gem out - and laughs were had each time!

Whether it’s because she says it with a little bit of an accent, or because she tries to say it with a hip attitude – I don’t know, but it’s the funniest thing to hear her say it. And she’s said some pretty funny things over the years (generally not on purpose). Eric, Nick & Marc – remember "Rubber Plant"? My favourite is when she misunderstood me talking about a 'hot-tub' for a 'hot dog' ... the laughter that ensued was riotous.

In Memoriam

Yvette's Dad died on Friday, December 30, 2005.

As a small tribute, click here for just a couple of pictures taken at Yvette's wedding.

Mr. B, while being a regular Dad, stupid jokes and all, was a funny guy. He laughed at silly things. He drove his daughter to her crazy friends' houses. I remember him fondly. He made me laugh (despite trying to be a cool teenager), he was a talented artist and he even made us wine spritzers on Grad Night! He was always interested in what his daughter's friends were doing, what was important to us and even let us scream with glee (à la Sound of Music) in the car.

Yvette - I am truly sorry for your loss. I wish there was something I could say to make it all better for you. Know at least that I am here for you, despite the distance that separates us. Although I can't join you for the funeral, I will be with you in spirit.

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