Room to Breathe

I work with these 2 guys..and one of them will bet on anything! This all started about a year ago when one of them…I will call him ‘Jed’…made that statement about himself. He was telling a story about how him and his friends play poker all the time, and play war for money, and will even go as far as placing bets on Rock, Paper, Scissors!

So one morning last year I heard about the “2002 International RPS Championship” on the radio, that weekend in Toronto. (They seemed to have added “world” to thier title for 2003.) I ran to work all excited with the URL in my head. I knew that ‘Jed’ would appreciate it, and that’s where it all started.

Since then, they lose tons of money. Daily. When lunch money is short, the phrase, “RPS for $5.00?” will be heard. It’s ridiculous! DVD’s are lost and money is spent. I can’t say that I haven’t participated. I too have lost a DVD (no big loss, I think you can by it at Wal-Mart for $12.99) and even had to write a cheque since I didn’t have the cash on hand. Bad gambler. *slaps back of hand with other hand* Spending more than I have! lol

So here guys, this URL is for you. I know you will appreciate it!
http://homepage.mac.com/grahamwalker/.Movies/RPS%20DVD%20Excerpt.mov

Sexy is Your Middle Name

Although you have been known to grab the bull by the horns when someone piques your interest, you sometimes second-guess your sexiness quotient. But, have no fear — you’re as sexy as they come!

Although you are humble about your self-worth, you are able to act on an opportunity to meet or approach someone you are attracted to. Because you balance your confidence with humility, you exude natural sexiness that is neither over-the-top nor too timid to enter others’ radar.

If there’s an opportunity to meet someone who appeals to you, you think about how you are going to act or what you are going to say and weigh your options. Sometimes you bellyflop and at other times your form is Olympic, but you get top marks for trying — many people are too afraid to try.

You are well-liked in relationships because you can be direct and diplomatic about your needs. Congratulate yourself — sexy is your middle name!”

Take the “How Sexy Are You” quiz yourself:
http://www.lifenetwork.ca/features/quizzes/quiz_how_sexy.asp

I guess I can accept Al’s meaning of good, and will value his opinion from now on. We went to Revival in Toronto last night. Never have I been to a club and danced to The Monkees! It was a good time. I feared feeling “young”, but was relieved to find the average age 25. It was perfect. About midnight they started kickin’ it with a lot of Brit Pop which is way cool too. My glasses are filmy with the bubbles that were floating around.

I think we got back into town about 3:30AM, grabbed something to eat, hung out for a bit and I crawled home about 5AM. 6AM old time! I slept most of the day and wasted all of it. The price you pay for a little fun. Good time, no regrets.

I just read Celestial Blue’s Blog (You should too…she’s hilarious!) and she reminded me. I forgot about Daylight Saving Time. Oops! Gonna be a late night!

I once new someone who said that all the time. Tonight made me truly understand what it meant.

My friends and I are going to Toronto tonight. Al says this club Revival is good. By the looks of it, ya it might be good, if I were 40! But he says he’s been there before, so I guess I’ll take his word for it. Tonight might just define his idea of “good” though. Ah, perhaps I am just being a little cynical. I need to get out, and this will be good for me. I’ve been stuck in the house all day depressed. Actually this whole month I think I have been depressed. Not good. Perhaps it’s a little bit of SAD. This would explain a lot.

So I spoke with my friend at 7:30. She asked me to go, and then said to get ready. She had just woken up (she works nights). So I rushed, because she doesn’t usually take that much time. But now it’s 9:50, and Rob just called me to say they would pick my up on the way, and they would be leaving in “about 15 minutes”.

I hate waiting, and I know that no one else likes to wait either, but I wish people could get their stuff together. Don’t tell me to get ready for a certain time when you really mean about an hour past that. Just because you think I take too long I don’t like to wait either. If you tell me a time, I will be ready by that time. Give or take a couple minutes. But for some reason I don’t like to be ready early; I get too anxious and I start another task. Which is why it appears that I am not ready when my friends decide that it’s time to go.

Nothing really extra exciting today. Damn pointer finger still hurts from the paper cut as I am writing this. I guess it hurts worse after a shower. Hmmm….nope….I still need to shower .

Polk-a-roo’s in a mood. He thinks that my “volleyball” life (only 3 days a week…give me a break!) cuts into his time. He feels that I am ditching him. I am done by 9:30, what the big deal?

As I was walking to catch the bus tonight, I heard a distant distressed “meow”. I think that’s the first time that I have heard a cat without seeing one since my Bailey passed away. I started to feel very sad and tried to tune it out. I still haven’t come to deal with her absence. I still feel her spirit, and often “see” her. It’s kinda creepy, yet reassuring at the same time. I know she’s in heaven and watching over. Is this how you feel when a loved one dies? When Grampa died, I just knew he was gone and that I would never see him again. I can accept this. When Ralph, Ernestine and Eddie (my hampsters years ago) died, I just replaced them with another. But Bailey is another story. There is no replacing her. She was one of a kind and is irreplaceable. Dammit. I don’t even like cats. But again…this is different. I was never allowed a pet, besides the hamsters and fish. Growing up on a farm, animals aren’t meant for “outdoors” and cats are “mousers” in the barn. So when I moved out, I quickly got a cat. They kinda grown on you, and she was like a first born. Plus I lived by myself (what do I mean lived, I still do!), so she was a companion as well. I guess this is why I haven’t cleaned my place up. If I start rearranging, I will become lonely. Weird.

Dammit I hate paper cuts…and one in the worst possible place too…under the nail of my pointer finger.

I went to grab a file today at work…and the friggin’ think slide under my nail and cut me! Do you know how annoying it is to type?

This is the extent of my posts for the day. Hurts too much to type much more. I am not opposed to a paperless society.

CBC News: I wear my green sunglasses at night

These would have come in very handy a few years ago when I used to work the night shift. I actually liked “nights” though. Always been a night owl. Even as a baby .

(I love the Google toolbar!)

I’ve been sick for over a week, but today I started to feel a little better. My voice is still raspy, and this damn cough doesn’t seem to want to let up, but I am feeling much better!

My brother is off to Italy tomorrow. 3 weeks there, and then he is going to India. I guess someone he knows from university is getting married, and he took it as an opportunity to travel.

Some people (like me) never leave home. I have never been on a plane, and the furthest I have been away is my cottage (upper French River (Dokis) - Near North Bay), Tobermory (Flowerpot Island - which was, not to mention, the best weekend of my life!) and Quebec City. That’s it!

My brother took the 2nd year of university off to go teach English in the Galapagos Islands. There he met a girl from Ecuador and has been going down to see her every year since! I think that he has 1 semester left of university, but it has taken him 6 years to complete what should have been done in 4! Mind you, my brother has accomplished more in his 25 years of life than some 40-year-olds! He owns a house (rents it out and stays in the basement while he is at school), speaks um 4(?) languages (maybe more), but 2 fluently, and has probably already filled his Passport! I don’t even have one!

He wanted me to come with him. I think the original plan was for us to go to Italy for 3 months. His goal, learn to speak Italian fluently. I just always wanted to go to Italy! But I couldn’t, and I still can’t. At the time when he asked me, the problem was my cat. He said, “you won’t go because of a cat!?!?!” He just doesn’t understand. We all can’t live like nomads. Where would Bailey have gone for 3 months? No one would have taken her. And things don’t just take care of themselves. There are still bills to pay when I am gone. I have debt! Well now Bailey is gone, God rest her soul, but the finances have not changed. I just don’t understand how he thinks it’s easy to sell everything you own, quit your job, and leave the county. Does he not realize that I would have NOTHING to come back to? Ideally that sounds great, but he still lives with my dad, even though he has his own house. I would have no where to go. I personally think that he is very inconsiderate. He thinks everything will take care of itself, and what doesn’t, someone else can worry about.

So hear I start off my post speaking fondly of my brother. I end up bashing him in the end. I am going to bed. G’night all!

Tonight was the first night of my Monday night volleyball league. The team this year is only � the same. The new members I think will be a great asset! If we can get our shit together, we might just have a chance! I think we could really kick some ass! Which means potentially winning tournaments and who knows! My team never seems to win. It would be nice to be on a winning team for once. Not that the people I play with aren’t good, it’s just we don’t work together. We are all good individuals, it’s the team thing we need to work on.

And so life begins with 3 nights of volleyball a week, and tournaments on weekends. Woohoo!