Each year I decide to dress up for Halloween. And each year I leave my costume until the last minute. Therefore, I’m always missing pieces to put together a good outfit, and therefore I always go as a cowgirl. I have the boots, the hat, the jean skirt, and a shirt that works. Original, I know. One of these days I’ll actually remember to get what I need to make an outfit work. For example, I have everything I’d need to be a gypsy or a pirate, except the shirt. I have everything needed to be a mideval princess except…okay, I don’t have anything for that. I could be a cat fairly easily, but that’s almost more cliche than being a cowgirl. And a witch, well, once again, I got nothin’. But there are a few other things I could do fairly easily. This year I wanted to be a vampire, but it’s an overdone theme. No, I didn’t want to do it because of Twilight or any of the histeria going on our there this year. I wanted to do it because my eyes get blood-shot alot these days and it would work well with theVampire idea. Oh well. C’est la vie. But the ghouls and goblins come calling at my door. Happy Halloween!
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Do you remember Gak? That’s right. A blast from the past, probably early nineties. It was like Play-dough except slimier and gooier. It was short lived if memeory serves, but for a while every kid had it. Who wouldn’t want to play with goo? And flouresent coloured goo at that? And then, when the originality of the idea had worn off and us kids had gotten bored with it, they added to it! Then there was glow-in-the-dark Gak, and may other inventions? Oh, primary school days, when Gak could make you cool. Nikelodeon should win an award for making so many kids love this stuff. Honestly, it doesn’t do anything, it’s all about your imagination. I’m thinking maybe I’ll do a series of blog posts on 90’s fads. There were some brilliant ones. I can’t wait for the day I have kids who beg me to buy them goo because it will make them cool and it’s the latest thing. Oh goodness, maybe I don’t miss primary school at all.
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It’s a good day. I’ve laughed more today that I do in an average week. This is largely in part to my co-workers who all have stellar senses of humour and know how to laugh at themselves. We had a lunch meeting today and I think I spent more time laughing than eating. I’m not sure what it was exactly, mostly rehashing funny things that had happened to us over the past week, and coming up with odd answers to standard questions. Our team will change in January and I have to admit that I’m a little sad. But up until that time, I will thoroughly enjoy my time in the office.
The other day I headed down to Whyte Ave for the afternoon. The weather, while not warm, lacked the bite it’s had for the past few weeks. I did a bit of shopping, picked up a birthday card, bought some art supplies and headed over to Cafe Debar for a stellar mocha and wireless internet access. After I spent a bit surfing the web for simple office pranks (I’ve got some gooders) and checking my e-mail, I shut down my laptop and got out my sketch pad. I hadn’t drawn anything since university, so my skills were more than a little rusty. But it was nice to just be able to draw, and to have my sketches come out as decently recognizable. One of the things I love about Debar, besides their free wi-fi with purchase, is that the staff there are always friendly, giving great service, and will let you sit and do your thing without bothering you. The ambience is good, and the music is usually decent, albiet a bit loud if you’re trying to concentrate on a book or some such thing. But a lovely day, and a great afternoon.
Pretty soon I’m going to have to host a clothing giveaway. That’s right, give away my clothing. Why? Because they’re all getting too big. I looked at myself in the mirror and I found my shirt was baggy and if I lose any more weight, my skirt will probably fall off (now that would be embarassing). But I must confess that while I’m not sure I have the money for a new wardrobe, I’m quite tickled by this. Weight has always been an issue for me, and losing it has always been a battle. For me, food has been an emotional crutch, to eat when I’m bored, or sad, or stressed. So pretty much all the time. I seem to be getting this under control. Now the key is to starting eating healthier. There’s a challenge if I ever saw one.
So the other day I felt that our office needed a bit of a boost, some spicing up, so I decided to prank one of my co-workers. I thought about doing something extreme, but I wasn’t sure how the person I was pranking would re-act, and if he found out if was me, I imagined that it would escalate rather quickly. So, I decided to start small and simple.
My co-worker has a laser mouse and I put a sticky note on the bottom of it, so that It wouldn’t read. Now, I am notoriously bad at keeping a straight face when confronted with someone I’ve pranked, so thankfully I was out of the office when the results went down. I wandered back into the office and one of my other co-worker’s, who knew what I’d done, said, “Hey Maria, Someone pranked Justin’s computer. They put a sticky note under his mouse. He even restarted his computer before he figured it out.” Of course, her voice was dripping with …implication? And Justin was looking right at me to see how I’d react. Would I implicate myself? I kind of smirked in an attempt to mask my grin and asked something along the lines of, “Hmm…I wonder who would do that?” Apparently I didn’t implicate myself, because I heard him telling someone else about it later that day, and he mentioned that it might have been someone in the office, but he wasn’t sure. The truly brilliant thing is that he found this prank rather amusing and then promptly headed into my boss’ office and did the same thing to her mouse. Her reaction was priceless. She stressed a bit, and then started saying, “Okay, what did you guys do to my computer,” in her frantic voice. I could go in depth, but just picture someone over-reacting and you’ve about got it.
So now, what to do next?
Oh, and if somehow Justin is reading this (I don’t think he knows about this blog, but stranger thing have happened), then I guess I’ll be getting pranked in the next couple of days.
And if you know Justin, don’t tell. There’s more to come.
There’s something about food that brings people together. Once a month my church has a meal for the congregation and all the university students that attend. During that time I always wind up talking to people I don’t ever talk to. I do love the people in my church though, as these people are all about getting to know you. Everyone talks with everyone, and it’s all about being a cohesive unit. We had another one of these meals today, mostly dutch meatball soup (yummy!) and buns. The fellowship was great, but I was also supremely impressed with how everyone helped with clean-up, not just a couple of people. And the people are open and real– and super nice.
It was the hospitality of these people that a year and a half ago convinced me to come back for a second Sunday, even though their young adults contingency was almost non-existant. And now, a year and a half later, I have come to love these people so much, and their hospitality and kindness have never ceased to amaze me. It’s one of the brilliant things about attending a small church, everyone cares about and upholds everyone else. It’s pretty amazing. I am completely blessed by my church community (and the food doesn’t hurt either).
Disclaimer: For those of you not on Facebook, my appologies if this post makes little sense.
About a month ago I did a crazy thing and went into my Facebook friends and deleted the people I haven’t talked to in five years. I figured if they really wanted to be my Facebook friend they would just add me again. My dilema comes here. Some of them I really don’t want as Facebook friends. I mean, honestly, you weren’t my friend when I knew you, so why should you be privy to the aspects of my life now that we never see each other? This question runs through my head currently as I have a friend request waiting. This person was never mean to me, but we haven’t been friends since grade 4. I can understand wanting to know what someone is up to, but I hate it when people look at your page just to see how well (or not well) you’ve been doing since high school. And once they know they click off your page, not even shooting you an e-mail to say hello. This isn’t a friend, this is an information hoarder. Or maybe it’s a friend hoarder. I know someone who has 848 friends on Facebook. Based on that alone (and this may sound snobish), I’m not sure I’d add him as a friend. Quite frankly, you can message people without being their friend, so no problems there if I ever need to contact him. So the question becomes, do I click yes to the friend request. I know I can limit this person’s access to my profile, but I’m not sure I want them seeing it at all. It’s not that I don’t trust them, I just don’t see what the point of it would be.
I’ve never been to Italy, although it is a dream of mine to go someday. But I think I may have found a little piece of that country of vinyards and pasta right here in Edmonton. Last week Friday my sister and I headed to a little restauraunt called Fiore’s on 109 St. I’d never been before, although I’d walked past often enough. Strangely enough, it was an accident that we ended up there. We’d been planning on going to the Highlevel Diner, another restaurat that I’ve yet to have the pleasure of visiting. The Diner was undergoing renovations, and Fiore’s was across the street. As I had less than an hour before I had to be somewhere else, Fiore’s was the obvious choice. First of all, I would like to sya thank-you to the friendly wait staff who gave quick and efficient service. It was greatly apprecited. Secondly, I found the ambiance delightful. You felt like you were tucked off in the corner of some small town, rather than along a busy street in the middle of Edmonton. And thirdly, of course, was the food. Good food, nothing too unexpected, although their dishes can range a bit into the exotic. I stuck with something fairly traditional, three cheese ravioli in a meat sauce. I ordered a half portion, as a whole always seems to be too much. And delightfully, the half-portion was the perfect size for me, at the perfect price. The company, my sister, also made the dinner that much more enjoyable. This will be a restauraunt I will frequent again, hopefully when I have more time.
I’m sitting at my desk eating soup for lunch. Now this wouldn’t be that unusual, except that today I’m eating it cold. Today I am eating Gazpacho. For those who don’t know, Gazpacho is cold soup, usually tomato based, with great things like cucumber, onions, parsley, and peppers in it. The jury is still out on whether I like it. Although it tastes fine, kind of like a mild salsa, I’m not sure about the texture, or the fact that it’s cold. I think I like my soup hot. That, and since it’s not cooked, it’s got a crunchiness factor, which I’m also unsure about. I’d take a picture, but the container it’s in doesn’t do it any justice. The look of the soup is absolutely brilliant. But cold soup? Maybe it’ll just take some getting used to. Maybe it’s similar to my favourite dutchfruit soup, with it’s blackcurrent base. It’s fantastic when hot, but a definite aquired taste. I guess all I can do now is wait. Although I do have to admit that I love the freshness of the cucumber.