Flying. Again.

I know, I just got back. But I'm off to Calgary for work this evening. I feel like I need to start purchasing Carbon Offset Credits.

Read about it here:

• Carbonfund.org
• TerraPass
• NativeEnergy
  

I Woke Up, Appetite Returned!

First, to you lovely dollfaces, thanks so much for your concern re: my churning tummy. I know I am a sucky-sucky-poo-poo, and I went overboard on the feeling sorry for myself, but in truth, I haven't been ill, really upset-stomach-sleep-9/10ths-of-a-day ill in over a decade. Migrainy-headaches that needed to be slept off, yes, but this? Almost foreign to me. And I, quite seriously, had no idea what to do with myself. It's true: people who are used to being healthy? Make the WORST sick people ever.

Not really eating for four days made my ass disappear. I'm doing things that involve donuts and french fries to rectify the situation.

And talking about food, I want to introduce you to the clay charm-based necklaces of Pancake Meow.

I would very much like to have a scented (SCENTED!) mini PB&J sandwich hanging about my neck.

And I know a certain Creampuff who, I think, deserves one of these wee donuts:


I think it's a mixed blessing that most of Leslie's pieces are out of stock, or I'd have a mountain of cuteness headed to my mailbox. And really, who can handle that in the middle of winter?

PS: Richa, parenthood be damned! Email me, you stinker.

She's Been Taken Down!

By a stomach bug, or food poisoning, or someone with voodoo powers and a grudge. I must say, an upset stomach made the flight home from California even more lovely then usual. And this whole lack of hunger / inability to actually eat more then a couple of spoonfuls of oatmeal or applesauce? Not my favourite thing in the world.

I am feeling sorry for myself. Sigh.

Hello, Darkness

I have an incredibly precise body clock that, 95% of the time, wakes me up before my alarm goes off.

I'm currently in a place that is 3 hours behind my normal time zone.

My head knows this. My internal clock? Give it a big fuck you, and continues to wake me up at my normal, rut-like weekday wake-up time.

This, however, does have it's advantages, as I am able to have the hotel gym to myself, and rewatch episodes of Angel, The X-Files and ER (from when Mark Greene was still alive, not that stinky, Stamos-filled drama of today. Oh, Stamos, other then Blackie, you are just no good.) while working out.

I'll be happy to travel home tomorrow. And then head out across time zones again next week. Except that last bit is actually more a resigned bitterness. Because, on top of a 2 hour difference, visiting Calgary in the winter brings a deathly, skin cracking cold dryness.

Maybe I should just stay in California?

Monterey, You Are Lovely, If Not A Little...

Boring.

I said it. I said it, even if I believe that saying, "You're not bored, YOU'RE boring!".

After hitting the tourist traps, and the limited number of boutiques downtown, there really isn't much to do if you're a visitor to town. I even walked to the outskirts of town to spend some time at their mall, during down time at the conference, where I attempted to shop. To no avail.

Don't get me wrong - it's a lovely little town. But without a car, and the time, and therefor the option to head on down to Carmel, quaint quickly turns into boring.

I may be wishing to go back in time, and hint very heavily in the direction of UIE that San Francisco would have been a better option.

I should be aghast, complaining when the town is so beautiful, and I can walk about in just a sweater with the snow that is on the ground back home. And, in a way, I am. But that's not going to stop me!

And Off She Heads for Cal-i-Forn-Eye-Ehhhhhhh

Okay, not quite yet, but very, very early tomorrow morning. I will spare you the every present complaints about the traveling part of traveling, and leave you with a link to this very excellent blog instead:

• Andy Cohen, Bravo TV (US) Senior Vice President of Production and Programming

If you have watch an episode of at least on television show in the past 15 years, you'll thank me.

Also, here is a random picture of The Fonz. Just because.

Chicken Pot, Chicken Pot, Chicken Pot Piiiieeee

Remember when you were a kid and thought that growing up was all about drinking wine and kissing and having no one make you go to bed when you wanted to stay up and watch TV?

I swear, if I had known that it really meant being responsible and taking care of myself, I would've made like Donnie on Just Shoot Me, and faked brain damage to avoid it all.

Are you surprised to find out that I spent an hour at the bank, deciding on options to deal with topping up 2006's tax year's RSP contribution?

Chicken pot, chicken pot, chicken pot piiiieeee......

A Full Day

To Do:

• Perfect Transformer impression
• Book birthday dinner at Perigee
• Marvel at how I allow myself to be drawn into 24 each and every season

Results:

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What, You Don't Post, and You Don't Give A Reason?

I know, I usually chatter on about the things that get in the way, but those things usually involve travel. Or monkeys. Or traveling with monkeys in a traveling monkey circus staffed by monkeys and robots and pirates.

Truth is, although I may be that girl who announces to the office at large "Just so you know, I did NOT pee myself. But I did spill herbal tea in my crotch just now", even when wearing black pants, when it comes to real-life bits? I'm a pretty private person.

But to get to the point of things: Last week, my Oma (for those not of Dutch or German descent, that would be grandmother) died. I think I avoided blogging about it for a number of reasons: she had been ill, and quietly dying, for quite a long time, and, to be truthful, unlike most people that I know, I wasn't close to my Oma. It's hard to know how to respond to heartfelt expressions of sympathy when you don't feel the deep kind of pain that, for instance, my mom felt at Oma's passing. And I didn't want to come across like I was looking for sympathy. If anything, the only thing that I wanted to do was be sympathetic, and be there for my mom, however she needed me.

And so I bring this all up to just be a horrible person. At a family member's passing, the crazy huge extended family that I'm a part of gathers. And this weekend, I saw cousins and children of cousins that I had either not seen for years, or, in fact, ever met. And I became transfixed by a hairstyle on one of my cousins that I hadn't seen since Rick Springfield, circa 1982.

I am a bad, bad person.

I have no excuse.

And the thinking back on the hair? It is still making me laugh.

I think I may be beyond repair.

My Love Affair with Bruce Campbell Continues

He has now made me love icky Old Spice. That's right, Mr. Campbell has gone and shot himself an Old Spice commercial.



Smoking jacket + ascot = super-awesomeness.

Coincidentally, one of the local Fox affiliates is airing Army of Darkness RIGHT NOW. Bruce, Bruce, how I love thee, Bruce.

Best Character Name of the Winter TV Season

Rockefeller Butts, The Knights of Prosperity. He went over the Falls in a barrel, baby.

It's a Pup-ny

Rory the Shetland pony thinks he's a puppy.

Things, Well, They Happen

Or they don't, and you sit around waiting, and wondering why it's taking so long. But then you see something like this, and all is right with the world.


Crab Man, I love you.

So A Chimpanzee and a Rabbit...

Get mailed to my house in the form of an excellent Christmas gift.


I am now pondering the exact, most awesome space to hang it.

New Template for a New Year

Yes, I know, we're two days in already, but better late then never with the good wishes to all, no? So there you go - Happy New Years, kids.

Talking about templates, it's nice to have one that has:

• Bullet points that aren't invisible.

I do wish, however, that there were more to choose from. And modules that would allow me to do things that Blogger currently isn't set up to handle. Seems like it might be time to think about changing platforms. But, me? Am cheap. So any cash-saving recommendations would be appreciated.