Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I woke up from a wicked dream where I met a guy on an airplane named "Cale Calnot". We fell head over heels for eachother and it was totally awesome. I'm pretty sure I made this guy up - but if somehow he's real, I wanted it noted in this blog that I knew this.
My mom called and asked me to go shopping with her and her friend Annie. It was a nice afternoon. My mom made me laugh because when I mocked her for her addiction to Craisins, she responded with "Well Sar - at least you have a mother who's not on drugs" To which I replied "What?" and she said "you should be glad it's only Craisins I'm addicted too". How true.
I was in my car driving when a crossing guard walked into the street to stop traffic to allow children to cross the road. After about the 25th kid ran across I started to get impatient. Then this little girl with blond curly hair came barreling across the street and ran up to the crossing guard and gave her the most intense hug I've ever seen. It was the sweetest thing and I was thankful to have witnessed it. Then I told myself what a huge asshole I am for getting impatient waiting for kids to cross the road. What was I in a rush for? Nothing. Geez. (here is where I had to stop and smell the roses a bit). It's the little moments, right?
I went to the rink to coach our last game of the season. The girls tried so hard and played really well. Though we didn't have a winning team this year it was such a great group of girls. They never stopped trying and they never gave up. They are so cute.
I watched two of my nieces play ringette. They skated their little hearts out. Darienne was the goalie and Avery was playing defense. Avery skated over to Darienne to re-adjust her jersey that was tucked in to her pants. Just taking care of her sister - so cute! Darienne made the save of her life, clinching a win in the last 30 seconds of the game. It was awesome.
I went to visit Damian. My poor little buddy had a fever of 103. But he was still as sweet as pie. I love when he calls me "Hara" with that adorable little voice.
I came home and checked my mail. I was delighted to find a package from my friend Heidi who writes this blog. Heidi is a talented journalist who writes with the grace of a ballerina. When you close your eyes you can perfectly envision everything she has described. That is a gift, people. Anyway, I had previously mentioned to her that I'm musically challenged and she made me a bunch of mixed CD's. How great is that? I have only listened to one so far, but I LOVE it!! It was the best treat to come home too. Might I also mention this is the 2nd time in four months I've had mixed CDs mailed to me?? I love new music and I love the thoughtfulness of friends. Thank you so much Heidi.
....and last but not least, when I climbed into bed tonight I read my friend Natasha's blog. (Natasha, by the way, is the other person who sent me a mixed CD) Anyway - on this same day I received a package from a fellow blogger friend - SHE DID TOO. How ironic is that? After the chats I've had with Natasha lately, this was exactly what she needed. It made me smile.
And now it's time for bed. Goodnight and sweet dreams! (here's to hoping my buddy Cale visits me again)
Favourite of the Day: Um, Pretty much everything. See above.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Last night I went to the Greyhound game with Jane. We sat in section 107 and immediately noticed a guy sitting near us wearing a Greyhound jersey, goalie helmet and he was carrying a homemade sign attached to two hockey sticks. My first thought? How awesome is this guy? Because someone who does that is a pretty passionate fan.
Seeing as the Greyhounds lost to Plymouth the previous night 8-1, I’d say the team needs all the support they can get. People are losing faith in this team fast and it’s nice to see some enthusiasm.
Apparently the employees of the Essar Centre don’t feel the same way.
When the Greyhounds scored, this guy would stand up and wave his sign. Never during the play - only when the whistle was blown and the play was stopped. He stood up for maybe 3 or 4 seconds each time. An older man and woman sitting about 5 rows back were angry about this. He apparently was blocking their view. Of what? - I haven’t figured that part out yet. Their first course of action? To throw their garbage at him. Can you believe that? I was appalled. But that didn’t slow the guy down and he ignored them. Good for him. So then this couple complained to staff at the arena. The woman who was working in our section come down to tell him to stop.....cheering for the team....?
In between periods I noticed the lovely, mature couple go and complain further. I’m sure they failed to mention that they threw garbage. Another staff came to reprimand this super fan. This time it was the Marketing and Events Assistant of the Essar Centre. Really?? Let’s reiterate that he never blocked anyone’s view during the actual game. We should only wish we had more people as enthusiastic and supportive as this guy. I’d love to see an arena full of signs, costumes and screaming fans. But no - we have a quiet arena full of old people complaining and throwing garbage at each other. Hasn’t anyone seen European soccer? Have you been to an NHL game? People full of enthusiasm with signs and body paint all over the place. It’s awesome.
But our fans can’t handle a sign and the staff are called in. Even worse, the staff scold the fan.
Disgusting? Wrong? Not sure what word I'm looking for here...How about embarrassing?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
A few years back I took a little trip to Orlando with Leslie. We had no plans for this trip. We just flew there, rented a car and figured we would just wing it. Florida is full of things to do, right? Disney, Universal Studios, Busch Gardens, Sea World....the options were endless. We spent the first night at Universal Studios. It was fun - as expected. What we did the second night, we vowed we would take to our graves. But I'm about to share it because I'm older and wiser(debatable) and I don't care what people think.
The evening started with an early dinner at the Olive Garden. (Where, no doubt, I ordered the Veal Parmesan because I'm a sad creature of habit). After dinner we sat at the table and discussed our itinerary for the evening. Disney? Nah. Sea World? Nah. We peered out the window and saw David's Bridal. Our minds began to spin. Hhhmmmm. We don't know anyone here. We can be ANYONE we want to be. And so our adventure began.
Suddenly, we were both newly engaged girls, excited about our upcoming "weddings". We entered the store with our new identities and spent HOURS playing. We tried on dress after dress after dress. Though Les had a boyfriend in real life, they were not engaged at the time. I invented a fake fiance who was adamant we have a winter wedding. We were both destined to be each other's maid of honour which led us to trying on bridesmaid dresses too, of course.
You know the girl from every sitcom who has been planning her wedding from childhood? That's not me. I'm not the frilly / dress type. I usually don't care about that stuff. But here is what I do like - lying. Maybe not so much the lying - but the making stuff up part. Maybe it's the same thing, I don't know. All I know is that I was enjoying inventing my fake life, fake fiance, fake wedding. We were both cracking up. But as we ran in and out of the change rooms in all sorts of gowns, there was a bride there for her final fitting. I can only assume she was an actual bride with a real wedding in her future. As she stood on that round pedestal while a woman pinned every nook and cranny of her body - she vested great interest in our dress parade. Each time we stepped out of the change room she offered her opinion and shared in our enthusiasm. She told us details of her wedding and asked questions about ours. We rocked it like real brides. Or real jerks. One or the other.
Later, when we were all were back in our 'street clothes' I started to feel bad. I actually felt like we were friends with this girl and her enthusiasm for her wedding was genuine. As she left the store she hugged us both and wished us well for our weddings. We hugged her back and wished her the same. Though I may have winced inside, I truly was happy for her.
Then we walked back to our car and laughed and laughed and laughed. And vowed never to speak of the incident again. It was a fun Floridian adventure.
I have since stood up in Leslie's real wedding. It was an awesome day and she married the best guy ever. I love my Les and I love her Jimmy too. (Check out how cute they are)
But I just have to say - if I never wear a wedding dress again, it may be because I cursed myself on this sunny day in Orlando. There could be a million reasons why, but I'll chalk it up to me being a whack job in David's Bridal. Sorry Mom.
Favourite of the Day: I got a new flat iron. It's one of the good ones. You know that's exciting.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
(4) Andy Botwin (Weeds). Andy makes me laugh - hard. Which I think is one of the most important quality in a partner - for me anyway. He's just awesome. A lot of funny + a little crazy + a family man = my kind of guy. He's the fly by the seat of your pants type. He's a cool uncle. And not a hugely important quality - but he doesn't get embarrassed easily. Nothing really seems to shame him. Not sure if that's ideal - but I love this character.
Oh, And let's not forget about that cute Boston accent.