Guess what?! I'm grumpy! Yesterday was a long day. I worked from 8am-8pm and then sat at a medicentre until 11pm. I finally had enough of my sore itchy eyes. I just had it. I'm tired of looking tired. I'm tired of working so hard during the day to not rub my eyes to catch myself frantically going at them as soon as I wake up. I've had it. I have been avoiding going to the doctor because: a) I don't like doctors and b) I thought that s/he would prescribe a steroid cream and I didn't want to go that route. So, I waited for 3 hours to have the "doctor" recommend a steroid cream. He warned me not to let it go into my eye. He told me he'd write up a script for a not-so-strong cream and not to not let it go in my eye. I reminded him that it was along my eyelashes. And he reminded me not to let it go in my eye. So I got up, put the script into my purse, got in my car and cried a little on my way home. Best boring day ever.
I am not going to work tomorrow and instead I am going to open up a new bank account, laminate posters, make some photocopies and buy some 100% recycled non-bleached toilet paper. And then I've got a hot date with Heidi and Colin and Final Fantasy. I may also go to the eye glass store to leave my frames so they can put in my new free lenses. Yes. You heard me correctly. New free lenses. I have been having a hard time seeing lately. I got my eyes checked a week ago and they haven't changed from my current prescription. A few days ago I noticed that the coating on my lenses is staring to wear off. I thought that they still might be covered by warranty. I went to the store on Saturday and the girl pulled up my info and told me that it was my last day covered by warranty! So, she's ordering me new lenses...for free! I really can't afford a new pair right now and so I'm feeling really happy. I feel like God was putting it on my mind. Thanks dude.
I have the tv on and Dave Matthews is a character on House. That reminds me...Joel apparently brought his lovely wife home on Sunday. I am anxiously awaiting their phone call. Esther brought me back a candy apple. I think my savage display with a caramel apple at the Vermilion fair left an impression on her. I'm pretty sure that it was even worse looking than I imagined. Much much worse.
Now this is the last time (FOR REAL this time) that I complain via my web log about my annoying eye issues. The next time I write about my eyes (if I ever and do - and we both know I will) it will be about how God has healed me and how they are no longer puffy or red or sore or itch. Hallelujah!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Not a Recipe Blog
Last night as I was making supper I thought: more people should know about my awesome peanut sauce recipe. And soon they will.
I got a flu shot today. I am not advocating that all should get influenza immunized, but I believe it is a good idea for my life. I work with a number of sick people and I don't seem to have the strongest immune system. I have had not one, but two separate incidents of blacking out due to the flu. The first time it happened, I was working at a coffee shop. I hadn't been there long, and I was opening on my own. I didn't have any staff numbers. I woke up about half an hour before I was supposed to leave. It was early and I felt tired. I stumbled along to the bathroom and it was there that I realized that I couldn't really see. Having a strong work ethic, I decided that I needed to get coffee ready for the caffeine-addicted folks. I remembered that one of my roommates was working early as well, and decided to seek her help. I managed to crawl up the stairs and found her room. "I can't see. I can't see". She helped me down the stairs and put on my shoes. She drove me to work where I could find the manager's phone number and let her know I was a little sick. I called and she asked me to open. I did. My coworker ended up being late. I managed to not vomit or fall over while I was there. AND I did a terrible job.
The second time felt like old hat. I woke up. I realized I was sick. I had a lunch date that I was obviously not going to make. I couldn't really stand so I got a roommate to hack into my email account and send a "can't make it" email. I went to get some ginger ale from the kitchen (I don't think it actually helps, but people keep on insisting it helps). On my way to my room I stopped being able to see or to stand. My ginger ale spilled on the floor. Sticky sticky floor. I don't know why I get so sick, but if I manage to avoid illness for the next two weeks while the immunization does whatever it is supposed to do, I may avoid falling down for a little while longer. Phew!
(still not a recipe blog, but here's a good recipe)
Peanut Sauce
makes one cup
1/2 cup peanut butter
2 tsp brown sugar
1/4 cup brown rice vinegar
2 tbsp cilantro, chives, scallions
2-3 cloves garlic
1-2 tbsp soy sauce*
1 tsp chilies
Whisk and add 1/4 - 1/2 cups warm water
Heat it up until it boils
*if you're inviting me over when you make this, use gluten-free soy sauce*
Enjoy!
I got a flu shot today. I am not advocating that all should get influenza immunized, but I believe it is a good idea for my life. I work with a number of sick people and I don't seem to have the strongest immune system. I have had not one, but two separate incidents of blacking out due to the flu. The first time it happened, I was working at a coffee shop. I hadn't been there long, and I was opening on my own. I didn't have any staff numbers. I woke up about half an hour before I was supposed to leave. It was early and I felt tired. I stumbled along to the bathroom and it was there that I realized that I couldn't really see. Having a strong work ethic, I decided that I needed to get coffee ready for the caffeine-addicted folks. I remembered that one of my roommates was working early as well, and decided to seek her help. I managed to crawl up the stairs and found her room. "I can't see. I can't see". She helped me down the stairs and put on my shoes. She drove me to work where I could find the manager's phone number and let her know I was a little sick. I called and she asked me to open. I did. My coworker ended up being late. I managed to not vomit or fall over while I was there. AND I did a terrible job.
The second time felt like old hat. I woke up. I realized I was sick. I had a lunch date that I was obviously not going to make. I couldn't really stand so I got a roommate to hack into my email account and send a "can't make it" email. I went to get some ginger ale from the kitchen (I don't think it actually helps, but people keep on insisting it helps). On my way to my room I stopped being able to see or to stand. My ginger ale spilled on the floor. Sticky sticky floor. I don't know why I get so sick, but if I manage to avoid illness for the next two weeks while the immunization does whatever it is supposed to do, I may avoid falling down for a little while longer. Phew!
(still not a recipe blog, but here's a good recipe)
Peanut Sauce
makes one cup
1/2 cup peanut butter
2 tsp brown sugar
1/4 cup brown rice vinegar
2 tbsp cilantro, chives, scallions
2-3 cloves garlic
1-2 tbsp soy sauce*
1 tsp chilies
Whisk and add 1/4 - 1/2 cups warm water
Heat it up until it boils
*if you're inviting me over when you make this, use gluten-free soy sauce*
Enjoy!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Time to Vote!!!
Probably one of my favorite things in the world is community events. Tonight I am going to the Red Star to listen to the mayoral candidates. The election is on the 15th. Time to research the candidates. Time to stretch your voting fingers. I get to work the election this year. Now, when someone says: Political science degree? What the heff are you ever gonna do with that? I can now reply: I do election stuff. For the record, my degree will not help me with doing election stuff, but it almost legitimizes part of education. Thursday (Oct 11) I am missing The Office to go to a lecture called "Places Rebuilt or Places Reborn. Is There a Difference?". It's at the MacLab Citadel Theatre at 7:30. Man, I love the city. Love the city. AND next Saturday, Brian McLaren is going to be speaking in Calgary. Road trip!
I'm not sure if my eczema is just getting worse or if it's allergies, but my eyes look disgusting. My daily eye routine is this: wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and feel sad. Wash my face, look in the mirror and feel sad. Try to rub off any extra skin (eww, I know). Moisturize, moisturize, moisturize. Try to cover up some of the red with eyeliner and foundation. Try not to scratch eye. Try not to scratch eye. Try.... Wash my face. Put on vitamin E oil - lots of vitamin E oil. Look in the mirror and feel sad. Wake up... (No. People haven't been asking. Not in words at least, but it was written on so many faces). This will hopefully be my last eye talk for awhile.
One more thing, I found a chiropractor last week. I've had problems in my lower back, and leg for awhile. Sometimes I can hardly walk because my right leg just stops working. I was at the Martin Sexton concert last Tuesday (so good) and I stood up at intermission and realized that I could hardly balance myself. I wanted to make sure that I was in good working order so I could bust a move or two Saturday night. So on Wednesday I looked in the phone book for someone close by and I found one and I went and she was awesome. It was such a blessing to find someone competent on my first try (I had been going to a guy in Vermilion, but it was inconvenient as I haven't lived there for 9 years). She did some deep tissue stuff and told me that I might bruise. So as soon as I got in my car, I pulled my pants down a little to see if my ass was bruised. In the middle of checking, someone knocks on my window. At first I thought it was someone from work. At second glance, I notice that he looked at little more...bourgeois than someone from work. I rolled down my window, then he starts talking about my bumper sticker (sow justice reap peace). He asks: so, is there a group that sows justice? What? You may have just caught me looking at my ass and I'm supposed to answer your questions?! What do you mean? Like is there a group or friends that are working to do justice? Uh.... I have friends. It went on for awhile, and I ended up giving him my card telling him that I could connect him with the volunteer coordinator. It was pretty awkward. But, I've gone for a second adjustment and I feel better than I have for awhile. And I walked, so I didn't have to talk to anyone about my sticker.
Now, off to the Red Star.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Doodie Doody Doo
Today I feel way less awful about this weekend. I was still more awkward and jerky than I would have liked to have been - but I did find out that I actually wasn't the only one who missed out on duties on the dance floor. And I found out that it's true that there ain't no party like an S-Club party.
And yes, the "nayonaise" and chili sauce that I just ate was and will be grossest thing that I consume this month. Thanks for asking.
And I need to sleep. For a month. See you in November.
And yes, the "nayonaise" and chili sauce that I just ate was and will be grossest thing that I consume this month. Thanks for asking.
And I need to sleep. For a month. See you in November.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Hangover Days
I woke up this morning and I felt like crap. It is October 7/07 - the day following the celebration of Esther and Joel's wedding. I think I have a dancing hangover. I danced hard. Real hard.
The day was nice. My hair looked like Vermilion threw up on my head. I wore a pretty dress and shoes with heels. It was a wedding. It actually may have been the nicest, best planned, most fun wedding I've ever been at. I'm not sure though because I had prom queen hair and I carried beautiful flowers most of the day and stood on stage while they poured vinegar into a vase with baking soda. Yup. It probably was the nicest wedding that I've ever been to. The unfortunate part is that I have a chronic case of the "bad-itudes". It's true. I love love. I love the idea of people choosing to spend their lives together. I love that E is now E-squared. It's great. I just don't like walking down aisles and standing awkwardly on a stage and having people tell me that my dress is pretty. I know it's pretty. I picked it because it's pretty. That was the job of my dress - to look pretty. It was just doing its job!
The dance was fun. It would have been even better is a certain A-lister didn't have an allergic reaction and have to go to the hospital! Sniff... I know it was more disappointing for you than for me. And I was disappointed.
I accidentally did something bad. It was the first dance and we were all gathered around the happy couple and I said: I'm going to use the washroom now. I know what the next three minutes is going to look like - the kids swaying back and forth while everyone watches. So I went to the washroom and ran into Jess and we chatted and as I was leaving I saw boys in brown shirts and girls with pretty dresses leaving the dance floor. Yeah. I was supposed to be on the floor for that one. I felt like a bit of an a-hole. It was an accident but due to my bad-itude from the rest of the weekend many could, quite reasonably, believe that I skipped out on purpose. I did not. What really makes me feel jerky is that all the boys were really nice and the boy I was paired with was "n-i-c-e" nice. He's one of those guys that can give a lingering shoulder touch without making me want to punch him in the face. Not creepy. I'm around alot of creepy in my day to day. I'm not really used to nice boys.
I was not very nice yesterday. I am socially inept at the best of times and I was really out of my comfort zone. I apparently had my "shifty eyes" on. Oops. And I'm sure that my readership of 12 does not and will not include any of the boys from this weekend - but I would still like to say: sorry if my eyes were shifty. Sorry if I was complain-y and made you want to punch me in the face. Sorry for not dancing when I should and dancing too much the rest of the time. Now that the apologies are over...I am ready for another dance party (right after I go to the chiropractor). I would also like to say: Esther, thanks for inviting me to be part of the celebration. I hope I didn't ruin too many photos. xoxxxoo angie
The day was nice. My hair looked like Vermilion threw up on my head. I wore a pretty dress and shoes with heels. It was a wedding. It actually may have been the nicest, best planned, most fun wedding I've ever been at. I'm not sure though because I had prom queen hair and I carried beautiful flowers most of the day and stood on stage while they poured vinegar into a vase with baking soda. Yup. It probably was the nicest wedding that I've ever been to. The unfortunate part is that I have a chronic case of the "bad-itudes". It's true. I love love. I love the idea of people choosing to spend their lives together. I love that E is now E-squared. It's great. I just don't like walking down aisles and standing awkwardly on a stage and having people tell me that my dress is pretty. I know it's pretty. I picked it because it's pretty. That was the job of my dress - to look pretty. It was just doing its job!
The dance was fun. It would have been even better is a certain A-lister didn't have an allergic reaction and have to go to the hospital! Sniff... I know it was more disappointing for you than for me. And I was disappointed.
I accidentally did something bad. It was the first dance and we were all gathered around the happy couple and I said: I'm going to use the washroom now. I know what the next three minutes is going to look like - the kids swaying back and forth while everyone watches. So I went to the washroom and ran into Jess and we chatted and as I was leaving I saw boys in brown shirts and girls with pretty dresses leaving the dance floor. Yeah. I was supposed to be on the floor for that one. I felt like a bit of an a-hole. It was an accident but due to my bad-itude from the rest of the weekend many could, quite reasonably, believe that I skipped out on purpose. I did not. What really makes me feel jerky is that all the boys were really nice and the boy I was paired with was "n-i-c-e" nice. He's one of those guys that can give a lingering shoulder touch without making me want to punch him in the face. Not creepy. I'm around alot of creepy in my day to day. I'm not really used to nice boys.
I was not very nice yesterday. I am socially inept at the best of times and I was really out of my comfort zone. I apparently had my "shifty eyes" on. Oops. And I'm sure that my readership of 12 does not and will not include any of the boys from this weekend - but I would still like to say: sorry if my eyes were shifty. Sorry if I was complain-y and made you want to punch me in the face. Sorry for not dancing when I should and dancing too much the rest of the time. Now that the apologies are over...I am ready for another dance party (right after I go to the chiropractor). I would also like to say: Esther, thanks for inviting me to be part of the celebration. I hope I didn't ruin too many photos. xoxxxoo angie
Monday, October 01, 2007
Today's Quiz
Circle the correct answer:a) Today I got in trouble for shaking the vending machine at work
b) Today I got in trouble for playing Dwight Yoakam too loud at work
c) Today I DIDN’T buy a card at the Artworks
d) All of the above
If you selected “d” you win the prize (of my undying love). Congrats!!!
As a result of “a” and “b” I am feeling sheepish. I hate getting in trouble. I hate thrilling things. I hate playing pranks on people (except for prank phone calls – but even then I keep it fairly non-thrilling). I don’t like thrilling sports. I don’t ever want to go hang gliding or sky diving or box. I never want to box (I got punched in the face one too many times already). I don’t like getting in trouble – it feels like a bit of a thrill. I just don’t like my heart racing if it’s not for aerobic purposes. I just don’t do it. So when my phone rang today from a nearby cubicle informing me that my music was too loud and that she was trying to concentrate; my heart started to race and I wasn’t dancing or jogging or walking briskly and I felt like crap and still feel like crap. Oh well. Today is the Monday of the week that Esther gets to marry Joel. I think it’s going to be a good week.
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