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Friday, October 04, 2002

I'm sure everyone's well aware of this, but Ron McLean has decided to return to his post next to Don Cherry on HNIC. Happy day :)

One sporting tidbit that didn't excite me quite so much however, was a little article that I found through devon's site. I haven't always been a sports junkie, but when I started dating my boyfriend, it became clear that he's a manly man and sports enthusiast. His excitement for all things sport began to rub off, and it's now not uncommon to find me engulfed in a good hockey game, or gorging on wings at Monday night football. Now perhaps my boy's friends are just a little more civil than most (doubtful) or this ESPN guy is just plain wrong, but they really don't seem to mind my presence when they're out watching sports. It doesn't stop them from emitting whatever gas is pent up out of whatever hole is most convenient, or talking about their latest conquest at the bar. I would dare to say that they even kind of like it, because I'll occasionally do them a favour and make nice with the hot waitress that they want to talk to (read: gawk at as she bends over the table).

Now I won't go so far as to say that I'm an all knowing and all seeing sports guru, or that the guys don't need some truly 'man time' without me around - but they certainly don't mind me asking questions (although I'm polite enough to wait for a commercial or stoppage in play - that's just common courtesy) and I think it makes them feel kindof important that they can bestow their excess of knowledge on someone else. In any case, The article is stupid - and that's all I have to say about that.

Thursday, October 03, 2002

So I'm trying to get some sort of comments enabled on here, and it doesn't seem to be working. If anyone wants to help, I will be eternally grateful - e-mail me :)
Well, I'm not usually one to quote song lyrics, and most definitely not one to prefer a cover of a song over the original, but I simply can't help loving the Dixie Chicks cover of Landslide (originally written by Stevie Nicks, performed with Fleetwood Mac). Being of a somewhat (ok, entirely) co-dependent nature, and recently finding my own feet, the chorus of the song is just so powerful, and I think I need to share it.

Well I've been afraid of changing
Cuz I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too....


and Natalie Maines' voice is so hauntingly beautiful....

Wednesday, October 02, 2002

What a crazy crazy week this is... I hate midterm time. I have a grand total of 3 assignments due next week - which will involve hundreds of pages worth of reading, and approximately 25 pages of edited typing before I collapse for Thanksgiving weekend. I'm also just crazy enough to have a little shindig planned of my own in the middle of it all. Although I do believe that the party will be a nice stress reliever in the middle of a rather unforgiving period of time.

I also got some very cool lettuce today (I take grand delight in small pleasures). It's called living lettuce. It comes with the roots attached, and you put it in a bowl of water on your counter - and it lives! You just peel leaves off as you need them. A great thing for a single girl who's not terribly excited at the prospect of consuming an entire head of lettuce in one sitting, and dislikes anything but the freshest of produce. Who says you can't have it all?!?

Tuesday, October 01, 2002

A moment of silence please for a sad sad moment in Canadian Hockey. National sports legend Ron MacLean has abandoned his spot next to Don Cherry on Hockey Night in Canada due to failed contract negotiations. After his stellar performances both as our Canadian voice in Salt Lake City, and through the 50th year of Hockey Night in Canada (the top rated Canadian produced tv/radio show since its inception) CBC apparently didn't feel he's worth the $600,000 he was asking for, leaving a salary gap of $200,000 between the two parties. If Don Cherry will receive $700,000 for his efforts, good ol' Ron should be worth near that. Although I suppose Don does have his suit buying habit to finance, and Blue II to feed - but still, where will I get my quality pun fix?!?

Sunday, September 29, 2002

I'm almost out of pain now - although I still have to give my legs a helping hand to cross them (hehe). Work this weekend was a bitch and a half; specifically Saturday night. It was soooo busy, and I felt really bad, because I couldn't give people the service that they should expect from me. It was all I could do to keep everyone's orders straight and coming from the kitchen in a reasonably orderly fashion. My crazy Italian/Persian (there's a crossbreed for ya!) boss was also not in the highest spirits, because apparently some bastard was out to get him - again. Makes for a stressful night I tell ya!

So to ease my tired nerves and do something for myself, I'm throwing the official Peechie Password Protected Party! How geeky does that sound! The plan is to invite a few people over, and to maintain crowd control, each person will be given an official Username and Password that they'll have to say through the buzzer when they arrive. I'm really hoping that it will go okay, because some of the people I'm planning on inviting are at some sort of social odds with eachother - I hope everyone can be grown up enough to put their differences aside and enjoy themselves in a responsible manner. I would feel really uncomfortable having to dictate over who can and can not come if two people don't want to be near eachother.

Come to think of it, this is one of the things that makes me really sad - when people waste so much energy being angry. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm intensely compassionate, and when someone close to me is hurting, I hurt too. A lot of that angry energy really rubs off, and I'd hate to see myself become as bitter and jaded as some people I know. If we could all just put aside our differences, and accept people for who and what they are, the world would be such a better place. I know it sounds trite, but I know in my heart of hearts that at least this much is true - love makes the world go 'round....

I'm almost out of pain now - although I still have to give my legs a helping hand to cross them (hehe). Work this weekend was a bitch and a half; specifically Saturday night. It was soooo busy, and I felt really bad, because I couldn't give people the service that they should expect from me. It was all I could do to keep everyone's orders straight and coming from the kitchen in a reasonably orderly fashion. My crazy Italian/Persian (there's a crossbreed for ya!) boss was also not in the highest spirits, because apparently some bastard was out to get him - again. Makes for a stressful night I tell ya!

So to ease my tired nerves and do something for myself, I'm throwing the official Peechie Password Protected Party! How geeky does that sound! The plan is to invite a few people over, and to maintain crowd control, each person will be given an official Username and Password that they'll have to say through the buzzer when they arrive. I'm really hoping that it will go okay, because some of the people I'm planning on inviting are at some sort of social odds with eachother - I hope everyone can be grown up enough to put their differences aside and enjoy themselves in a responsible manner. I would feel really uncomfortable having to dictate over who can and can not come if two people don't want to be near eachother.

Come to think of it, this is one of the things that makes me really sad - when people waste so much energy being angry. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm intensely compassionate, and when someone close to me is hurting, I hurt too. A lot of that angry energy really rubs off, and I'd hate to see myself become as bitter and jaded as some people I know. If we could all just put aside our differences, and accept people for who and what they are, the world would be such a better place. I know it sounds trite, but I know in my heart of hearts that at least this much is true - love makes the world go 'round....

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