it's been a busy weekend. a weekend packed full of activities, none of which have been cleaning. cleaning on weekends is for responsible people.
friday night i went with fatima and daman to their friend's raw food potluck. fatima and i separately researched what to bring for our respective contributions and ended up making the exact same thing. the minor differences to our dishes involved a different type of mango and her predictable addition of pepper. you see she told me she was making salsa. what i later came to understand was that she was arbitrarily named the salad we both brought as 'salsa', most likely in an attempt to justify her wanton use of the pepper spice. what was our respectively samesalad you ask? it was mango avocado salad and it was good. it's a simple recipe with olive oil, lime juice, cilantro and black sesame seeds.
i almost exploded in my effort to finish the salad and get to fatima and daman's in time only to find a non-stressed couple peaceful in the belief that arriving late to potlucks is the coolest choice. because of their fine example, i rethought my own combustible attitude and adopted theirs instead. after all, as brian says, fatima and daman have rock star auras. this is something i had overlooked about them, but now that brian brings it up, i can see it very clearly.
when we got to the potluck we were greeted by brian who was dressed in a dealer's bib/apron and green visor. this potluck was not in fact allowed to be a potluck. it was euphemised as a casino night--with no gambling, but with the luck and laughs that raw foods provide. brian had all the casino trappings including a cards themed magnetic dart board, hanging cards emblems, card table covered in a black jack green felt thing, and the best, i thought, was one of those picture things. in this case the picture thing was a king of hearts and a queen of diamonds with the head cut out and you put your head in and get your pic taken. you know what i'm talking about. anyways there were some raw foodists in the living room, some of which who were colouring in colouring books. we shook hands with a number of them and exchanged names. brian got fatima and i a colouring book and we dove right into the colouring. there was a guy named wayne who really took a shine to fatima. he was acting strange right off the bat which i took as "oh he's an odd person" and nothing else. fatima said he was drunk already. maybe we're both right. anyways wayne kept offering fatima crayons like a waitor suggesting a fine wine. then he started colouring on her page. he drew a very strange picture of some kind of white beast-roast. meanwhile i was intent on my own colouring of the lotus which i did a very good job at. in the midst of this i lost my sock. literally. it just so happened that i was wearing the world's most slack-lazy-good-for-nothing socks, which as soon as i got to work that morning proceeded to find their niche in my shoe, snuggled half way down my foot in the cozy arch pocket. so when i kneeled down at the coffee table to colour, the slightest movement would take my sock right off my foot. well i was busy colouring and i didn't want to deal with the lazy sock in question so i put it in my pocket and forgot about it. so when i was done with the colouring and sat back against the wall, i looked for my sock and could not find it. "i lost my sock." i said to fatima and daman. "how can you lose your sock??" they questioned me incredulously. "it must be in your shoe." said fatima. "it isn't." i insisted. gradually i made myself understood that i had had socks on entering the living room. after sitting there a while i suddenly thought of my pocket, reached my hand in and pulled out the sock. "i found my sock." i told fatima who relayed the information to daman. it was best that we were all on the same page about my sock's whereabouts.
there was a competition for prizes. we had to label our food. fatima and i put our respective same rawfoodsalads on opposite counters. mine was named mango avocado salad #1 and hers was #2. other foods there included the raw taco--i never had it but everyone said it was really good. also a raw food version of mashed potatoes--this was a bit baffling to me, because it was the only thing i ate that i didn't like, but all the raw foodies were exclaiming in delight over it. maybe your taste buds change a bit. anways there was also a caesar salad with almond croutons that i really liked and a salad with almonds, and peppers and tomato (i think) that was quite tasty. someone made almond milk, there was raw chocolate, ice cream, fruit salad, and a very good chocolate banana pudding. unfortunately the last thing on my plate was the 'potatoes' and the guy who made it was sitting near by so i felt compelled to eat it. fatima had a similar experience with her 'potatoes'. well one does what one has to do.
brian had some people, including himself eat blind folded so as to taste the flavours more completely. daman filmed brian eating and interviewed him. fatima and shared a chair and participated in some antics designed to get daman's attention but only succeeded in amusing ourselves. we also occasionally threw in our own two bits on such things as the tips for blind eating as learned from adam via little house on the prairie.
we ended up sitting at the green table the rest of the night, only when my bum became numb fatima sat on daman's lap instead. our new friend sanjay joined us too. he wants us to watch earthlings. he says it's dubbed 'the vegan maker'. we talked, goofed around, played magnetic darts and took photos. daman let me use his camera. he had this new flash that i absolutely loved and really really want. "you should give it to her." fatima said to daman. "she wants it." ha. what a good buddiji she is to me. for some reason daman didn't want to part with his new 300 dollar flash, but since it wasn't pentax compatible, i wasn't too broken up about this. besides he let me play with it all i wanted. it was fun. unfortunately i kept putting the flash right in sanjay's face. i dont' know why he was such a baby about it. sanjay shared with us about how changing to the vegan lifestyle changed his life.
we did some improv. this was involved making animal noises and not much else. this girl amy showed us a card trick and this other guy richard, a mind trick. both of these had sanjay right off the wall. he was funny to watch. then we voted for the dishes in each category that we liked. we kind of stacked things in our favour for the salad, so we won for salads and overall 4th place. what we won was a straw goat from ikea. fatima and i are splitting it. we're going to take it to various locations around vancouver. right now it's on her balcony enjoying the yaletown view.
just before we left we all squished into the kitchen. i don't know why--just because we could. pictures of this event can be seen on fb. on the drive back to fatima and daman's we discussed the evening and all agreed it was a lot funner than we thought it was going to be and very interesting. daman admitted to us that he didn't really like any of the food (except ours of course). he wanted fried chicken.
we were going to watch movies when we got back but it was already 11:30 so we talked instead. daman gave me a copy of photoshop. he gave me the whole shebang. now i just have to master installing it and all my photoshop dreams will have come true. daman went to bed sometime and fatima and i kept talking. i started to feel tired, and got up to go. that's when i looked at the time: 2:56am. you may wonder what we can talk about for so long. well we've always been this way together. i remember talking all night some nights when i had my separate phone line in nanaimo. we have a talking problem.
i got to bed a little after 3:30 am and dad woke me up at 9am to ask if i could take esther to gramma's party. i had actually meant to email her and tell her i could but didn't get around to it. so i needed to get ready right away and drive to her place and pick up the keys to her car, drive to evan's army base, switch cars, drive back and pick them all up and drive out to peace arch hospital, hogg pavilion. and that's what i did. i got temporarily lost in the army base, but soon enough found my way. a nice army guy held the door open for me and another nice old army guy behind the desk happily took my key. he reminded me of a ward clerk.
we stopped at save-on so i could buy a rotisserie chicken. this year i splurged to get the herby one with a lemon shoved into it's cavity where organs and guts used to be. this year's birthday bash was more subdued than previous years. less people, notably auntie heather dictating line-ups and stuff. but we did miss her and uncle dennis. i took a lot of pictures which i will post after i get said installation success. they would have been a 100 times better if i had a FLASH. this is my new photography equipment goal. perhaps a tax refund treatsie. so anyways there was a lot of good food, and katie and girls were there. we suffered equally with the overpowering heat of the room. we had cherry cheese cake. we talked. there were piano and singing performances. madelaine, michealah, mary, evan jr. and i all went outside for a while, fooled around in the lovely mild coolness and took fun pictures. evan and mary played hide and go seek.
we took a group shot photo which i discovered i look hideous in. ugh. why did i have to pull my face back into my neck like that?? you would have thought i'd have learned not to do that!
we got back to evan and esther's after 4:30. evan wasn't there. he was late coming home because he threw my key in the garbage. at first esther and i thought he was kidding. it's something i would have said to him, afterall. but no, he really did throw it into the dumpster and had to go in after it.
i played with carmen and evan. we read stories and made up stories. evan particularly liked it when i changed the story to have him and carmen in it and changed everybody into cousins. carmen went along with it at first but then had to have the real story told, which evan resisted. esther made really yummy roast chicken (with a lemon in the orifice) and roast veggies--the perfect way--with the crusty carmalized edges.
evan road on my back to bed. he found great delight in steering my head into walls and furniture. i told them some bed time stories about a prince evan and princess carmen with flying black horses. carmen added details as we went. one had a moral about helping each other because they loved each other and the other about helping with chores around the house. ha! i just made it up as i went.
we watched the ghosts of girlfriends past. it was ok, but super casual about sex which wasn't my fave. it was funny the way they spoofed 'a christmas carol' with it.
i slept downstairs with many afghans and wasn't too cold.
i woke up when i heard evan and esther leave. i got up and had a shower in which i used up all the rest of the hot water. carmen woke up in the middle of my shower and came in to pee. "oh well." i thought about the clear shower curtain. "auntie laura, girls are different than women." she explained to me. "they are?" i asked. "yes" and she proceeded to explain the physical additions that women have as opposed to girls. i told her she had to leave when i came out to get dressed. she touched my underwear on the counter "grown ups wear jammies under their clothes." she said. "that's grown up underwear." i explained. she said grown up underwear was so big because grown ups had such big bums.
carmen sat on the counter as i got down the cereal. the way she looked at me i wondered if perhaps she wasn't allowed but i didn't say anything about it. "evan wants the tiger kind." she told me. evan confirmed this was true. "i want the nesquidk..." she said this with a cute little accent that sounded like 'nesqueek', "noo... give that one to isabel.... i want captain crunch." and so they watched barbie movies pulled up to the computer and i got ready and esther came home and we all got ready and went to church.
evan and carmen both wanted to ride in my car. evan especially wouldn't take no for an answer. every time i brought him back to his car, he would run to mine and try to get in. he looked like he was on the verge of tears when i handed him over to esther. she suggested we race auntie laura. and so it was that we arrived at the same time. "we won and you won!" exclaimed evan as he tumbled out of the car.
we were not late. "this just goes to show it's all evan's fault." said esther as we walked in. she said he doesn't know how to hurry and his routine takes so long. haha. we sat in the second row. evan dropped a penny down my shirt and i just remembered now. it's probably still there. ha! it is and there is a penny imprint on a certain location of my waist line.
i took care of isabel during sunday school. she was not happy to stay in the class. i tried to keep her in for a while but after a while we ended up roaming the halls. there sure is a lot of people who don't go to class. isabel really enjoyed the revelation of the water fountain. near the end of class she was so tired and kept walking around with her fists in her eyes but would not fall asleep. she was just falling asleep on my shoulder when esther's class got out and i handed her over.
rs was really good. it was on elder bednar's talk on improving our homes. i only got to the part about telling people you love them and showing it and then i left to go to primary for carmen's talk. i filmed it for esther. they have a really big primary.
after primary was choir in the same room. i helped put out the chairs and gather hymn books. we are singing the morning breaks next week in sacrament so we practiced that a lot and then this temple song that i don't like too much and besides my voice was too tired by that point to hit the high notes. i need to build up some endurance in my vocals. i wish elicia was here to go to choir with we loved to sing together in choir. anyways i was sitting next to a woman named suzanne. she's the primary president and she asked me if i wanted a calling in primary and mentioned the sunbeam's class so that may be my future. we'll see. i've had to tell a number of people again that i don't have any children. "well all of you look a like and so your siblings kids look like you." is a common explanation. fair enough. the sister missionary who lent us that pen when sarah was here, passed me and isabel in the hallway "there is no cuter face than that." she said.
well you're all going to be happy when i do nothing on the weekends.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
sibs.
so i went to this workshop on families today. it was about sibling order and family dynamics. it was good, but just a taste of things. i was thinking during the presentation and stuff that i would love to just talk to someone about my family. someone who was really interested--you know not someone who was barely listening or only enduring. i would love to just talk talk talk talk and delve into our family. i don't know of anyone who's interested. everyone is interested in their own families. maybe i should write a book. i am so into families. i'm so interested in how they work and of all the different dynamics of families and how you take your families into your ways of being with other people, into relationships and your work. i would love to study, talk, discuss, eat, drink, sleep families. i can't wait to study them more.
and our family is hard to put into a mold and there are so many more dynamics in a large family like us, analyzing it would have to be done more on an individual basis, but still there were things i recognized about us in what she said. here are few tidbits:
she said oldest are often really hard workers and high achievers. hello andrea. she said they often have a harder time goofing around and being silly and are often more serious. i don't see that in andrea as much as doug. doug has a sense of humour, but i've often seen him try to quell silly goings on. oldest are also nurturers and protective. definitely andrea.
middle children often feel invisible. yes i've felt this way. especially as a teenager--nobody knows what's going on with me and nobody cares. middle children are very concerned with what is fair. katie comes to mind here with her "you got this when you were this age and i got this.." in depth analysis, but i think all of us middle children have aspects of this, like how it still rankles with me to this day how when i got to the houseboat, there was no spot for me, no bed, no pull out, but spots for everyone else, even grandchildren (this also ties in with being invisible). middle children in large families turn out to be good mediators and often choose jobs to help heal or save some part of society. oh! and since we don't have a spot in the family, ie. special spot of being oldest or special spot of being youngest, we go outside the family to the community or to peers to find some way of finding ourselves. i totally did this with my friends from grades 6-10. they were so important to me and i wanted to spend all of my time with them and none at home. mom and i would get into fights about it. also we waffle a lot and are indecisive--go back and forth to please everyone--we try to make everyone happy and we're flexible--adapters.
it's funny because at the start we were put into our sibling order groups and had to decide the perfect vacation--where, how we'd get there, what we'd pack and what we'd do. then we reported to the group. our group was the only one that everyone said where they'd like to go and then we picked the place that would be the best fit for everyone. all the other groups just agreed on a place.
youngest can be the ones that have the easiest time having fun and goofing off. they can also see themselves as insignificant and that people don't take them seriously--which they hate. they often ask for a lot of advice and opinions and then argue against it. they often expect help without asking for it, and can be selective hearers--the hearing thing totally reminded me of amy. i remember so many times when we'd be speaking to her and she wouldn't respond and then later she was all 'i didn't hear you'. also she said that rules don't mean as much to the youngest because they have been raised more leniently.
they also talked about twins and about how especially identical twins often occupy a single spot.
i know that we used to always say that katie and i were raised as twins and that we were the preliminary twins etc, but interestingly i saw a lot of katie and i in the discussion of the 2 siblings--an older younger pairing. like how the one went a totally different direction than the other and i can see that in us. the classic "i want the biggest one, i want the littlest one" story about katie and i that katie doesn't like can be seen in a different way. it's not that she was greedy and i was unselfish at all. it was she went one way and so i went the other way. i was always trying to find ways to be different, especially during grades five and six, as i remember. that's why i was maybelline and she was cover girl. she was seen as a competitive sports player, i did writing, etc. anyways, it's interesting to me.
other interesting tidbits are that parents of a certain birth order have an akinship--understanding with their children of the same birth order.
someone in the group brought up what happens when an oldest sibling dies, do other siblings step up to the role of oldest. and we talked about how that role can never be taken exactly but how different siblings can take on different roles etc... it made me think of our family and how we didn't have andrea for so many years and how, in a way i grieved for her and her missing spot. maybe that's why doug had that oldest characteristic of no silliness. maybe that's why i felt such a nurturing responsibility to the younger siblings. i don't know. i just know that part of having her back in my life is remembering, oh yah, that's what it was like to have an oldest sibling--the bossiness, yes, but also the leadership and the nurturing. i look at what kind of older sister i've tried to be and a lot of it has gone back to what kind of older sister i had. (yes katie was my older sister but we were more contemporaries and best friends). she sang me songs and told me stories and taught me fun songs and took me on drives and did my hair (ok i never took that on, but katie did), and spent time with me talking to me, going for walks, writing me letters, inviting me to her house to do fun things perpetually. i would have to say it really influenced me. that's why on the sister's bike hike katie and i wanted andrea to sing the old songs to us that night in the tent and tell the stories. andrea, i'm really glad you're back in my life.
we also learned that rebellion in the family is often not against the parents but against the authority/power position of the oldest child. interesting.
anyways i'm sure i've blah blah blahed about this more than enough for all of you. my head was so full of ideas and thoughts after tonight that i had to verbalize....in a non verbal typing kind of way... :)
oh just one more thing! we were talking about how people in the family can join together and gang up on other people. their example was of youngers to challenge the oldest, but a guy wanted to know more about that and who usually joined with who etc and i shared that in our family the ganging up groups are very fluid, that you join with people against one person and then later you can join with that person against someone else--whatever it takes to win, i said--a very clarke attitude. and so the facilitator asked more about our family and when i told her and my place, she said "you must be very good at conflict resolution." "yes," i said "and very good at starting things." then the two people from my work totally started laughing. i'm always stirring the pot at work. it's just fun. i like to cause some mischief. not serious stuff, but some fun, you know. i know you guys know. and the facilitator who came from a family of 6 said that in her family stuff was always going on, and so you just get used to it etc and i was all ya..
ok, i really am done.
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Laura posted @ 9:21 PM
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
i watch the biggest loser. it makes me cry every week. there's so much emotion! there's this mother daughter team--the green team. they are so tough. they don't show what they are feeling, especially the daughter and there was a lot of work to break down her walls this week. she almost quit, but she didn't. there was one point when the mom was running on the treadmill and it was obviously so hard for her but she refused to quit. she was putting in the supreme effort. made me cry.
this morning i woke up at 8:10. since i threw away my clock radio, i've been using my cell phone and it doesn't have snooze. i just turn it off and hold it like it will wake me up in another nine minutes but it doesn't. and there was no edith to hear in the kitchen. in the end it was archie who woke me up.
today i ate more than two doughnuts! why??? i don't even relish the doughnut! the least i could do is indulge in things i actually love when i indulge.
we have a new part time staff at work and it's a great relief. his name is sean and he seems to be fitting in very well. i was showing him how to do the money and while i was doing that i was also doing the morning meeting on the computer so our chairs were pretty close. kaz commented that we looked like brother and sister sitting there. sean quietly said, in the midst of counting coins, "are you just saying that because we're white?".
speaking of kaz, last week una was telling us about this great deal to fly and stay in honolulu and i was all "i want to go to honolulu!" and kaz was all "laura, you are not honolulu. you are penticton." !!!! what?! not that there's anything wrong with penticton, but a) i have not spent a lot of time there and b) i don't want to be limited to penticton! so on further pressing kaz said he could not see me in a resort. i only camp--inland. well he really regretted making this statement because i would not stop bugging him about it all day. and i plan on bringing it up often.
i can't wait until i have photoshop again.
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Laura posted @ 10:22 PM
Monday, January 18, 2010
a name day i share with martin luther king jnr.
today's my name day and i didn't remember until after work when i was sitting at the computer compulsively playing frogger. happy name day self. thank you, it's nice to be remembered. one name day long long ago darlene delerma gave me 4 dessert glasses. i still have 3 of them. thanks darlene!
theresa and i went to the symphony today. i hadn't been in a long time. the last time i was going to go was to the opening and the day before edith found a real live bed bug in her room and the symphony plans went out the window. anyways, my favourite part was the dvorak violin concerto. i love concertos. at first i was put out because the soloist who was going to play couldn't because she was sick. i was all "whaaaaat!!" not that i knew her work but the write up about her sounded really good. jennifer koh was her sub. wow. she was amazing. i've never seen so many broken bow strings in one performance--not that that's a measure of greatness or anything but she sure put her whole self into her performance and she was wonderful to watch--so expressive and emotional. she was wearing a hot pink gown and her cheeks glowed pink. she has short hair framing her face and sometimes her head was vibrating and moving around so much i wondered how she could stay in control when her head was moving so much. she moved a lot. i was thinking while watching her about how some of the things i love about going to the symphony is not just about the sound. it's the visual art combined with the sound. the gyrations of the conductors, the art of jennifer's long bent bare arm, the vigourous unison of the violinists' bows firing. i gave her a standing ovation.
i was just reading stephanie nielson's blog. her husband is writing in it while she's recovering from surgery. i love a lot of things about that blog but my very favourite is how much stephanie and mr. nielson love each other. they're so openly in love and it lifts my spirits all the time. i'm so glad about it. sometimes there's so much open hostility or too much jadedness and sarcasm all around. people sometimes seem way more comfortable sharing those kinds of things and don't proclaim the tenders. and the tenders are just so much better.
i'm not in love with any man right now but i sure have a lot of people i love in my life. i know i've been really really blessed. to all my beloveds--i love you!
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Laura posted @ 11:12 PM
Sunday, January 17, 2010
zip it. NO.
today i joined choir. yay! i love singing in a choir! when we started there were only two of us women, and the song was the morning breaks. ugh. don't get me wrong, i like the morning breaks, but it just so happens to have a high f. the other woman was singing alto. so... i tried but faltered on the e's, not having warmed up at all (this was warm-up) and totally did not even come near a high f. (this is where andrea might say something like "i don't know why children of an alto and a bass think they can be sopranos..." but i AM a soprano! i'm definitely not an alto. i'm more of a mezzo soprano and i can't help it--it's what i am.) thankfully, our choir director who asked my name, but didn't tell me hers (i find this happens a lot) relieved my worries. she was playing the piano because brother roeder wasn't there yet. she told me that he transposes it lower. hallelujah.
when i arrived at choir, like i said, there was only one other lady. she was sitting in the front row. "where do the sopranos sit?" i asked her. she kind of waved behind her and said "they sit back there i think." it seemed kind of vague and since it was just the two of us i sat in the front too. but later more sopranos came and they all sat behind me. all except for a little old lady who told me her name was jackie. she talks in a really sweet voice and wears all of her long hair right on top of her head. at one point esther came in looking for evan jr. and found him playing on the floor under some pews. jackie turned to me and said "well at least you have some help." i looked at her blankly. "pardon?" and she repeated "at least you have some help with your little ones." "oh i don't have any children!"--she looked at me perplexed. "i'm an aunt." i explained. "ohhh, you're an aunt....(wheels were turning) so you must be a sister?" "yes. i'm a sister." and then she said by the way were were sitting she thought i must be something. she must have been referring to evan and i during sunday school, although i'm surprised that she didn't notice him usually being with esther since september. it's like that day long ago when we went bowling and elicia, who we had just met thought that evan and i were boyfriend and girlfriend. ha.
so choir was fun. although we took home an arrangement of love at home that brother roeder wrote. when i heard that brother roeder was the arranger, my heart sank. sure enough i looked at it when i got home and there is a whole segment full of f's and g's. eemposseebleh. so it looks like i'll be joining the altos for that one.
i really liked relief society today. our teacher was very charismatic and she was talking a lot about children and how interesting it is to watch them play and how they always have to touch things and how they have such a marvel at the world and how we lose those kinds of things and how we need to rekindle the childlike way of looking at the world.
yesterday i met fatima and daman for lunch. we ate at shaubusen--which fatima and i hadn't been to in a long time. it's one of our favourite saturday things to do. you don't eat breakfast and you barely ever feel like eating supper because you're so stuffed with yummy japanesey food. we used to go there with beatwo. so we decided that daman would be the new meat bbq-er. we made it a man-job and daman did very well. it was his first time there and he was funny to watch when all the food came. it can come all at once in a big flood of foods and i could tell he was feeling overwhelmed. we had some good eats and good talks and we stuffed ourselves.
we also saw evan and esther who were out on their anniversary date. it was fatima who saw them and pointed excitedly at them with her little brown finger. they came over to chat with us for a bit and then went on their way. we saw them down on the sidewalk holding hands.
after lunch we walked back to fatima and daman's place and looked at some neato graffiti in some back alleys and then they showed me this cool shop with really cool furniture and furnishings in it. i found some luxerious bar stools that i liked. we took too long for daman and he went home ahead of us. when we got there he was busy trying to get a stuck water bottle lid out of the water cooler not that this is important information, i'm just setting the scene for y'all.
we were going to watch a movie but we didn't. we just talked and fatima brought me up to progress on her wedding plans and gave me my duties as the maid of honour. i should note, here that my duties were in chart and table form. i have to have a bride emergency kit! i said if jennifer lopez were the wedding planner, she'd have it. fatima said leo didn't have room for one of those handy dandy little belts that jennifer had. i also found out that i'll be wearing a sari! this is going to be fun and exciting! i hope a sari will look good on me.
this is probably the only time i'll be a part of a big wedding. first there's the staggette in march--a spa get-away, then there's the shower in july, the rehersal and rehersal bbq, real photographers, and the wedding and reception is going to be a the pan pacific! holy moly! my bestbud's getting married. it's going to be a busy fun year.
so daman was out with his wing-dinger friends and fatima and were slowly slouching more and more on the couch until we were both reclining at opposite ends. she stopped mid sentence, "do you want to go on the bed?" "ok!" i said and we climbed up on their big comfy bed with huge comfy pillows with our couch blanket. we turned out the lights so we could see the city lights as we talked. we had a container of these huge peanut butter and chocolate malt balls from choices between us and we talked and looked up arabic names on the computer and did a search for giselia, my old friend and talked and looked at wedding dresses etc.
i finally went home around 11:30. it was a fun full day.
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Laura posted @ 2:27 PM
Friday, January 15, 2010
damnation
well to tell you the truth i'm feeling a little ashamed of yesterday's post's title--boobies. maybe i went too far. maybe it will attract unwanted smut searchers to this blog. i'm a bad person and i know it.
right now i'm feeling a little discouraged and frustrated. you see i have a lot of pics to work on. i found rob in the move, so i have karey's bike photo shoot to do. i also found bob, so i have some more of bethany and ben to do. and i took a smattering of photos at christmas that i am very keen on doing. but i'm being stifled in my wishes. stunted in my growth. damned so to speak. squashed. limited. my photography voice is being muffled!
the problem is this: when i moved on that oh so memorable new year's eve, i threw my computer away. tossed it in a neighbour's dumpster. good bye old friend. i didn't want to bring any computer loving, techno geek bed bugs with me to my new safe haven of mismatched walls and lino covered carpet. not to worry, i had mom and dad's computer at home, and i had photoshop saved on several disks.
in the move i also threw away piles and piles of books. but i also saved piles and piles and piles of books. how i did this was by placing said books in xxxl ziplock bags to re-open after either 18 months of solitary confinement or after 14 days of below zero treatment in various freezers (namely doug and delanie's because their's is empty and big enough). my cats like plastic bags. archie particularily likes to lick them, bat them and bite them. also i have 7 or 8 huge bags and my new home is half the size of my old home. so there's not really any place to put them besides a small craw space behind the peach palace (see
here ) which opens up in the back of edith's closet/cupboard in the peach palace (see
here). anyhoo, i haven't had the oomph of spirit yet to tackle the crawl space, so all the bags are outside our front door on our little ground floor balcony/patio/whathaveyou. and neither have i had the oomf of spirit to search through huge pile to find one of the photoshop disks (because besides the book bags there are other bags of quarantined items) . but i've been wanting to photo edit so badly! so today, the day i caught up on my sleep, the day i don't have to work until 3pm, is the day i decided to go retrieve the cd.
it wasn't that hard. took less than a minute probably. the hard thing is, that i can't even get it to run! i slide in the disk and it looks like something is going to happen and then NOTHING happens! i tried both disk slots! i rebooted the computer! i tried to manually open it numerous times! nothing works! what am i supposed to do????????
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Laura posted @ 12:32 PM