In the meantime

While it may appear that I've been quite neglectful of my little old blog lately, in reality I open this page at least a couple times a day in desperation - trying to think of anything to write... but I'm a blank. The past few weeks have been a gong show... so busy with school and work and job-hunting and crisis-averting and dad-avoiding... and yet it's been intensely boring. Really the only thing I look forward to is the next weekly episode of America's next top model - mostly because I enjoy looking at "renowned photographer Nigel Bahrker" for the few moments he apears on the show. Oh sexy British guy.....my life is too sad for words.
However, a few interesting snippets have appeared in recent days. Last week I watched all of season one of Little Britain - which was a scream! If I disliked the Trailer Park Boys before, I absolutely detest them now, because obviously they ripped "Bubbles" off of Little Britain's "Andy". For shame.
Last weekend I went out for dinner with my friends Sean and Candice - who are expecting their first little bundle of joy in a month and a half. It's horrible to say, but I was pleasantly surprised when they phoned out of the blue to make dinner plans. Usually the married ones want little to do with a singleton like me. However, their excitement is contagious, and I can't wait to be "Aunti Autumn".
On Tuesday morning I had a job interview with West Jet - supposedly they would e-mail me in 2 weeks to let me know if I got the job, but what do you know?! They liked me so darn much they called me back three hours later! Swell, hey?
Tuesday night my friend Derek invited me to see The Vagina Monologues, which I must admit was not high on my list of favored events to attend. (Mostly because I am forever being hit on by other women, and the fact that I'm just not a "Hooray for my Vagina!" sort of person - me being from Saskatchewan and all.) But I tagged along and it was a well done presentation - very funny and very sobering too. At the very least, it made me ponder what my vagina would wear. (Which I can guarantee I have never thought about before, but since you ask, wooden clogs.)
Yesterday I received the invitation to Len and Cheryl's wedding in the mail. It was actually more like a wedding package, but I was quite excited because I felt like I had just joined a fan club and was now receiving my membership kit! I'm thrilled that their wedding gives me a chance to go to the zoo for a day, I haven't been there since I was 8. And seeing as I donated money to that Destination Africa wing, I feel I ought to see what all the fuss was about. I love weddings. And zoos. Fox family weddings are akin to a wedding at the zoo. Maybe more like the San Diego Wild Animal Park. While there is a rhino stampede. But I digress.
Look at that! It's 8:47pm! I can go home in 13 minutes! My plan to distract myself from staring at the clock actually worked!!! I'm almost free!!!

Think ink.

My leg is online. How rad!
www.bushidotattoo.com
(Can't sleep, googling things.)

Asleep at the switch, a haiku.

I am afraid if
I open my eyes I will
forget everything.

Conservative sighting of the day (Almost as exciting as Bigfoot!)

My god. Rob Anders is in my store.
I must try to sell him the new Mandela bio.

The pros & cons of a week spent in purgatory...

Last week was Reading Week, so I decided to go on a trip to sunny Flori... Saskatchewan. My dog and I headed out to Regina late Monday night. It was cold and blustery and my windshield kept freezing over. There were a lot of semis and SUVs in the ditch, but by some act of providence, me, my, dog, and my little blue truck made it. (Glory, glory hallelujah. That truck will last me until the day I die.) The good thing about driving in crappy road conditions is that you're so paranoid that you might roll out that you never fall asleep. I was wired the whole time. I got home at about 3:30am, putzed around my mum's house for awhile, then crawled into bed.

The purpose of my trip home was to pack up all of my remaining shit so she can get the house into tip top selling shape. You would think the fact that I had been moved out for 7 years may have reduced the amount of stuff I had to comb through, but it surely did not. My mum keeps everything. The first day of sorting was actually pretty fun - going through all my kid stuff - toys and artwork from elementary school. Day two was just depressing. High school was not a time I would especially like to recapture in my life. Ugh. I certainly made a mess of things then, didn't I?! The only thing I really got a kick out of going through from then was all of my English notes. Judging from my poetry study notes, I was obviously way ahead of my class. (Natch.) Found written in several margins: "It's about SEX." Or "He was in love with a MAN." I don't know why they bothered teaching these poems if they were too puritanical to discuss what they were actually about. (Lutheran private school - go figure.)

The highlight of my trip was going out for lunch with my extremely talented and beautiful friend Jenn, who I hadn't seen since high school. (Approximately around the same time that I decided that smoking up before class was a good lifestyle choice.) Anyhoo... Jenn is true blue and gosh darn it! I just missed her so much! So I'm glad we had a chance to catch up. (I will try not to fall behind again. Unless of course, I am stuck on a ladder. In that case, someone will have to "talk me down!")

Alex (the real hypochondriac in the family) drove back to Calgary with me and the doggy. We had big plans to go snowboarding, but ultimately ended up sitting around all weekend - which was not necessarily a bad thing. (Because now there is a rat living in one of my lungs and if I hadn't gotten some sleep, it may have procreated and then I'd really be in a pickle.) It was a hoot having Alex around even though she claimed that IKEA was "burning her eyes" and her refusing to bond with Jazz the Amazing Wonder Weiner Dog. I missed my sister, it was good to have her back.

I should go study up on my German now - I have a job interview with Air Canada and apparently Grade 12 German means "fluent" to their H.R. people. I must also remember to hook up my IV bag full of Buckley's cough syrup. That rat must die!