fuzzy edges

The feeling when you've been napping too much. You wake, and look around; spots and fuzzy edges. My brain has been napping for so long, the world has taken on this look, and I'm scared it's permanent. Moments that may be exciting or joyful are tempered by this lens and I start to feel numb. Out of body. Looking at myself and others and life as if an observer, calmy noting the markers of the day.

7:00 am - Get up, excited for coffee, blast some music and dance around to get myself 'pumped' for the day.
7:30 am- Get dressed. Wear new shoes today. Yay.
8:00 am- Decide wheather it will be a Starbucks day today or not.
8:30 am- Get to work, check Facebook, Google blogger, and various other sites for a couple of hours.
10:30 am- Coffee break, a chance for my new shoes to go for a walk.
12:00pm- Lunch time- read my magazine and decide wheather I should ditch work for the afternoon or not.
12:00 - 4:00 pm- Either work from home (ie. watch a movie and keep email open) or go shopping/errands and hope that I don't get any emails- usually I don't.

And they pay me a ridiculous amount to do this. I just asked my boss for more work, and she kind of laughed. What kind of alternative universe is this? Fuzzy edges and all.

Also had a FML moment last night. Blind date, arrived early - where a very hot, very my type bartender served me a drink. We probably would have struck up a conversation, had my yucky, eventually obnoxious date not shown up.

Three things since my last post that have, surprisingly, made me happy:
1. Army & Navy Annual Shoe sale. THE premier sports event for shoe aficionados like myself. Momma got herself 6 new pairs of shoes. Yay!
2. Reuniting with friend I hooked up with who made it awkward for three months after. We had beers, talked philosophy, Ayn Rand- it was lovely.
3. Rediscovering how sticky green gets me motivated to clean house, and feel really good about it.

lost in words

I know I haven't written for a while. Why, you might ask. Well, I've been busy writing. My first attempt at slight infamy, I've slotted myself into the next issue of a local magazine. So last friday, I wrangled my photographer/bestie and headed to Saskatchewan to see what kind of trouble we could get into. I was ready for lame sauce, but instead, I got awesome. I was ready to protect my neck (as the Wu would say) but I would say we were greeted like long lost family. We met most of the people our age at the bar attached to our motel - yes, that's not a typo- there was a bar AND an off-sale (liquor store if you're not aware of the slang) attached to the Heartland Inn. Booming bass greeted our arrival, and as my travelmate informed me (she is a small town veteran), Friday nights are THE night in small towns. It definitley was. And of course, we had to get drunk enough to sleep in the dirty motel we had chosen.

Anyways, more on the trip later....gotta get back to writing!

Three things I'm grateful for since last post:
1. An AMA membership. They say curiosity killed the cat, and I'm curious. So driving through a snowy field to get a photo of an abandoned chruch didn't faze me. Until we got stuck. The tow truck driver was quite perplexed by our choices to say the least.
2. My bed. Never felt so good after the motel.
3. My bestie for being such a good travel buddy and fabulous photographer.

fleeting family togetherness

My family left me this morning. It was 5 am, and they were off to drop my sister off and the airport and continue on to drive to Saskatchewan. It happened so quickly, and i was so fuzzy from the early hour and too many beers the night before, that I still think I'll go home tonight and they'll be there. Drinking wine and having appies by the fire. Heartbreaking that I won't see my sister until April if I make it out to meet her in Montreal.

It was, however, a memorable and fun Christmas. Christmas Eve, after church and stopping by a few family gatherings, we made it back home to start our annual margarita party. We popped in a tourtière, a family tradition for Christmas eve, anticipating being hungry into the late hours after noshing on mostly appies and sweets all evening. The first pitcher was gone quite quickly after our introductory game of Things.... and turning it into a drinking game didn't make the bottle last longer. (I did however, discover that the answer 'hookers and blow' worked for every question). By time we ate the tourtière, I'm really not sure anyone really was sober enough to remember the taste or anything. Running out of tequlia, we decided to start making the margaritas with vodka. UGH.

Minus a small fight that night and the next morning (induced by the mass amounts of alcohol consumed), my sister had a hungover hankering for the leftover tourtière. There was only one problem. We couldn't find it anywhere. Someone was lucid enough to remember that we didn't eat it all, and even if we did, there was no sign of the foil pan. We looked under couches, in fridges, garbages and bathrooms. Finally, I spotted a a bon ton meat market bag out the back door in the snow. Sure enough, the remainder of the tourtière was in there face down. My sister ate it anyways, as the cold preserved the meat, and well, we were all just too hungover to care about the consequences of e coli.

The remainder of Christmas was a blur of family time, boxing day shopping (a sporting event for the women in my family) and drinking.

I am grateful for way more than three things this season, but i'll try to pare it down.
1. My immediate family is awesome. They like to have fun and party and are never chintzy in that area. Plus, we all love each other A LOT.
2. My extended family has intricate family drama that makes Y&R look tame. Always entertaining.
3. Realizing what's most important in my life as I get older and appreciating the fleeting family togetherness much more than I did before.