I was back out tonight and on my usual route. A little later than normal so it was a tad on the dark side by the time I got home, but it was all good. No critters out tonight, just a lot of dogs being walked.
Here's the list of what rocked me tonight:
Count On Me - Default
Hero - Char Kroeger ft. Josey Scott
Sin With A Grin - Shinedown
Forever - Papa Roach
Side Of A Bullet - Nickelback
Remedy - Seether
Get Stoned - Hinder
Flat On The Floor - Nickelback
How You Remind Me - Nickelback
Lit Up - Buckcherry
*For someone who has never done drugs, I do realize that I sometimes listen to a lot of songs that are about drugs. LOL. Irony? Maybe :)
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Saturday, 4 August 2012
Life's A Beach
What a wonderful summer day. The sun was out, a breeze was blowing, the tree-toads were singing so I did the most logical summer activity that I could think of. I went to the beach.
Being a land locked province (I'm not counting the great lakes), we don't have access to the ocean so our beaches aren't quite on the same level as the ones you see in New Brunswick or Vancouver, Florida or California but we do what we can. I'm fortunate enough to live in a city which has several beaches on the river. So today, I ventured out to one of them.
I'm also fortunate to live pretty close to the beach. A very short bus ride and I was there. We've had a very hot, dry summer here. We haven't had any substantial rain since May but I was beyond shocked to see how low the water level was at the beach. I actually sat in an area that's usually under water. I found a spot of shade, parked my chair, pulled out my book and sat back to enjoy. After a few chapters, I put down my book, ditched my sundress and headed for the water. Yes, I had my bathing suit on underneath!
The water was perfect. Not too cold, not too warm. It was great. I chased little minnows in the shallow water near the shore and swam about when the water finally got deep enough. It was very lovely. I then got out and pretty much repeated everything one more time before deciding to go home.
Want to know the best part of the day? Not once did I feel self conscious. Not once! That never happens at the beach!! When I walked from my chair to the water, I didn't give a rat's ass who was looking. In fact, I didn't even look around. I was just focused on how nice and cool the water was going to feel. Same with when I got out of the water. I just strolled back to my chair like I owned the place. I'm pretty sure this had something to do with the fact that when I tried on my bathing suit this morning, it was almost too big! I was actually somewhat worried that the bottoms might fall down. Had to adjust and tighten the straps on the top too so that the ladies didn't run away. A wardrobe malfunction would have definitely made the trip to the beach memorable, for me and anyone who happened to see it too.
So not only did I venture out all by my lonesome, but I strutted around like I was a supermodel too. LOL. Suddenly I have Rupaul in my head!
I enjoyed myself so much that I have to ask myself this question: Why the fuck didn't you do this sooner? Think of all the wasted days there were that I could have spent at the beach, if I'd only been brave sooner. Oh well. No regrets.
I didn't go walking tonight as I figured that my swimming this afternoon covered that off. No playlist tonight either. It's a little hard to swim and listen to an iPod at the same time. There's an idea Apple - make a waterproof iPod for swimmers.
For some odd reason, I'm rather sleepy so I think I'll sign off and head to bed.
Good night and sweet dreams!
Sarah
Being a land locked province (I'm not counting the great lakes), we don't have access to the ocean so our beaches aren't quite on the same level as the ones you see in New Brunswick or Vancouver, Florida or California but we do what we can. I'm fortunate enough to live in a city which has several beaches on the river. So today, I ventured out to one of them.
I'm also fortunate to live pretty close to the beach. A very short bus ride and I was there. We've had a very hot, dry summer here. We haven't had any substantial rain since May but I was beyond shocked to see how low the water level was at the beach. I actually sat in an area that's usually under water. I found a spot of shade, parked my chair, pulled out my book and sat back to enjoy. After a few chapters, I put down my book, ditched my sundress and headed for the water. Yes, I had my bathing suit on underneath!
The water was perfect. Not too cold, not too warm. It was great. I chased little minnows in the shallow water near the shore and swam about when the water finally got deep enough. It was very lovely. I then got out and pretty much repeated everything one more time before deciding to go home.
Want to know the best part of the day? Not once did I feel self conscious. Not once! That never happens at the beach!! When I walked from my chair to the water, I didn't give a rat's ass who was looking. In fact, I didn't even look around. I was just focused on how nice and cool the water was going to feel. Same with when I got out of the water. I just strolled back to my chair like I owned the place. I'm pretty sure this had something to do with the fact that when I tried on my bathing suit this morning, it was almost too big! I was actually somewhat worried that the bottoms might fall down. Had to adjust and tighten the straps on the top too so that the ladies didn't run away. A wardrobe malfunction would have definitely made the trip to the beach memorable, for me and anyone who happened to see it too.
So not only did I venture out all by my lonesome, but I strutted around like I was a supermodel too. LOL. Suddenly I have Rupaul in my head!
I enjoyed myself so much that I have to ask myself this question: Why the fuck didn't you do this sooner? Think of all the wasted days there were that I could have spent at the beach, if I'd only been brave sooner. Oh well. No regrets.
I didn't go walking tonight as I figured that my swimming this afternoon covered that off. No playlist tonight either. It's a little hard to swim and listen to an iPod at the same time. There's an idea Apple - make a waterproof iPod for swimmers.
For some odd reason, I'm rather sleepy so I think I'll sign off and head to bed.
Good night and sweet dreams!
Sarah
Friday, 3 August 2012
I've Got Nothing
Welcome to Friday. And this is a special Friday too...it's the Friday of the long weekend. There was several people missing from the office so you definitely know it's a long weekend. Even the bar was a bit dead tonight. Myself and 8 co-workers met up for drinks and dinner after work. A lot of us were really tired so it wasn't one of our more boisterous outings but it was still amusing and entertaining.
I thought I'd be too tired to walk tonight, but I wasn't. I actually opted to go the opposite direction along the path tonight and ended up doing a longer walk as a result. 3.7km to be exact. It was an alright chance of scenery. The sucky part is that I have to cross the road 3 times and go under 2 big bridges to get the pretty part of the trail again. Still, it was nice and it felt good (especially after the deep fried pickles I had tonight) and the cool shower afterwards was bliss. Back to the long weekend.
So I have 3 lovely days off ahead of me and zero plans. That's right, I've got nothing. I've got some things I should do like laundry and cleaning my apartment, but no real plans to speak of. I'm contemplating going to the beach tomorrow. It's supposed to be stupid hot here (high of 35C before the humidex) and I'm sure there'd be a nice breeze coming off the water and I do have a new book to read and I haven't been swimming in a very long time.... but I dunno. I'm not entirely sure I'm up to going to the beach alone.
I'm not worries about drowning or having someone steal my stuff per say, I'm more worried about the looks you get. Those of you who have ever gone out alone and done something that social convention usually says should be done as a couple or group know what I'm talking about. It's a strange look that's half pity and half awe.
I know, I know. I shouldn't let other people stop me from doing what I want to do....unless it's jumping into a fountain while semi-intoxicated. But sometimes I find it depressing too. Looking around at all the happy couples and groups of friends, wishing I wasn't alone. It's not that I don't have any friends, it's just the fact that they're aren't around or are simply too busy with their own lives. I can think of a couple people who'd gladly go to the beach with me if they weren't 4000+ kms away. That's a bit of a commute for a day at a city beach so I really can't fault them for that. Others are away with their own families.
This time next week I'll be home with my parents as I'm heading off on vacation for 10 days, so having a weekend to myself is a good thing. There's a lot happening in town. We have the Buskers Festival this weekend and the Rideau Canal Festival/Colonel By Day as well. Or I can opt to sit at home with my AC on and just read allllll weekend. And I get to sleep in. Oh bliss! I can sleep in. That's one of my favourite things to do :)
I'm sure that left to my own devices, I'll come up with something to keep myself entertained. I always do.
So to those of you out there with a long weekend ahead of you, I hope it's a safe and fun one!
Good night,
Sarah
I thought I'd be too tired to walk tonight, but I wasn't. I actually opted to go the opposite direction along the path tonight and ended up doing a longer walk as a result. 3.7km to be exact. It was an alright chance of scenery. The sucky part is that I have to cross the road 3 times and go under 2 big bridges to get the pretty part of the trail again. Still, it was nice and it felt good (especially after the deep fried pickles I had tonight) and the cool shower afterwards was bliss. Back to the long weekend.
So I have 3 lovely days off ahead of me and zero plans. That's right, I've got nothing. I've got some things I should do like laundry and cleaning my apartment, but no real plans to speak of. I'm contemplating going to the beach tomorrow. It's supposed to be stupid hot here (high of 35C before the humidex) and I'm sure there'd be a nice breeze coming off the water and I do have a new book to read and I haven't been swimming in a very long time.... but I dunno. I'm not entirely sure I'm up to going to the beach alone.
I'm not worries about drowning or having someone steal my stuff per say, I'm more worried about the looks you get. Those of you who have ever gone out alone and done something that social convention usually says should be done as a couple or group know what I'm talking about. It's a strange look that's half pity and half awe.
I know, I know. I shouldn't let other people stop me from doing what I want to do....unless it's jumping into a fountain while semi-intoxicated. But sometimes I find it depressing too. Looking around at all the happy couples and groups of friends, wishing I wasn't alone. It's not that I don't have any friends, it's just the fact that they're aren't around or are simply too busy with their own lives. I can think of a couple people who'd gladly go to the beach with me if they weren't 4000+ kms away. That's a bit of a commute for a day at a city beach so I really can't fault them for that. Others are away with their own families.
This time next week I'll be home with my parents as I'm heading off on vacation for 10 days, so having a weekend to myself is a good thing. There's a lot happening in town. We have the Buskers Festival this weekend and the Rideau Canal Festival/Colonel By Day as well. Or I can opt to sit at home with my AC on and just read allllll weekend. And I get to sleep in. Oh bliss! I can sleep in. That's one of my favourite things to do :)
I'm sure that left to my own devices, I'll come up with something to keep myself entertained. I always do.
So to those of you out there with a long weekend ahead of you, I hope it's a safe and fun one!
Good night,
Sarah
Walking Playlist Aug 3rd
After a long day and drinks/dinner with co-workers after work, I didn't think I'd be up for a walk. But I was! Took a different route and ended up walking further than normal: 3.7km to be exact. Here's what kept me motivated tonight:
Friday August 3rd 2012
Second Chance - Shinedown
Devour - Shinedown
Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan
Bleed It Out - Linkin Park
Casual Sex - My Darkest Days
When We Stand Together - Nickelback
Saint Veronika - Billy Talent
Move Your Body - My Darkest Days
Too Bad - Nickelback
Small Town Dead - Bleeker Ridge
Something In Your Mouth - Nickelback
Little Smirk - Theory of a Deadman
World So Cold - Three Days Grace
Friday August 3rd 2012
Second Chance - Shinedown
Devour - Shinedown
Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan
Bleed It Out - Linkin Park
Casual Sex - My Darkest Days
When We Stand Together - Nickelback
Saint Veronika - Billy Talent
Move Your Body - My Darkest Days
Too Bad - Nickelback
Small Town Dead - Bleeker Ridge
Something In Your Mouth - Nickelback
Little Smirk - Theory of a Deadman
World So Cold - Three Days Grace
My Darkest Days at Bluesfest this summer
Thursday, 2 August 2012
The Universe is F*cking With Me
I had a very interesting day. Some rather odd events occurred and I'm not sure what to make of them. Both fall into the "it's a small world" category.
First up - the mystery caller.
When I got home from work on Monday, I had a voicemail on my home phone. It was some guy named Mike calling to speak to some guy named John. The message rambled on for a bit, I ignored it and deleted it since it was obviously the wrong number. On Wednesday, sometime in the afternoon, I looked at my cellphone and realized I had a missed call. I checked my voicemail and it was Mike again, looking for John. Again, I deleted the message. My cell# is on my home voicemail so this was nothing odd to me. When I got home from work, there was a 3rd message from Mike, looking for John on my home phone. This was a very long message. With a lot of detail as to Mike's weekend plans. As I listened to the message, I got a strange nagging sensation in the back of my brain somewhere. It occurred to me that Mike's voice was rather familiar and that a few of the things he mentioned in his message rang faint bells. Mike left both is home and work numbers in the message, so I saved it, planning on calling Mike later to tell him and I wasn't John and no one lives here by that name.
While on my lunch break today, I decided to look up Mike's number online. When the result came back, you could have knocked me on my ass with a feather. I did indeed know this Mike. He's a guy I dated briefly 13 years ago! What the hell are the odds? Since returning from my 4 years out west, I've only seen Mike once, and I deliberately (and quite stealthily) avoided him. We'd also run into each other in a group on Facebook about 8 months ago. That ended with me blocking him and the group admin deleting him (story isn't worth getting into). So I'm have zero desire to connect with this man again. So I will not be calling Mike to tell him that he's got the wrong number for John.
After relating this story to 2 co-workers, they both suggested that this couldn't be a mere coincidence. But how could it not be? The public listing for my phone number only lists my first initial and there are 16 people with the same first initial and same last name that come up on the search list. My cell # is on Facebook but only my friends can see it and my home # isn't on my cell voicemail. And my phone number has changed a few times since I went out with Mike.
There are lots of people who believe that there are no coincidences. That everything is linked and it's not random at all. I'm not sure that I personally believe that. A phone number is 10 digits. It's very easy to get just 1 digit mixed up and you accidentally call someone else. Who hasn't done that before?
I think the universe is simply fucking with me. But man, I really would love to know what the odds are on that. Where's Sheldon when you need him? Should Mike call again, I'm just going to recruit one of my male co-workers to call him back and let him know that he's got the wrong number.
The other fun one from today was the discovery that the daughter of Peter, one of my former co-workers, just bought a house 1 block away from my parents. That was kind of impressive :) And Peter got so excited about that. It was entertaining to watch.
Some things are definitely easier to explain than others. Some things just can't be explained. I say we just sit back and quietly ponder them all, just for a little while and the ones we can't solve, we just shrug and move on.
Just as a side note, I may or may not have changed the names of the people involved here. Just to keep you guessing :D
Good night!
Sarah
First up - the mystery caller.
When I got home from work on Monday, I had a voicemail on my home phone. It was some guy named Mike calling to speak to some guy named John. The message rambled on for a bit, I ignored it and deleted it since it was obviously the wrong number. On Wednesday, sometime in the afternoon, I looked at my cellphone and realized I had a missed call. I checked my voicemail and it was Mike again, looking for John. Again, I deleted the message. My cell# is on my home voicemail so this was nothing odd to me. When I got home from work, there was a 3rd message from Mike, looking for John on my home phone. This was a very long message. With a lot of detail as to Mike's weekend plans. As I listened to the message, I got a strange nagging sensation in the back of my brain somewhere. It occurred to me that Mike's voice was rather familiar and that a few of the things he mentioned in his message rang faint bells. Mike left both is home and work numbers in the message, so I saved it, planning on calling Mike later to tell him and I wasn't John and no one lives here by that name.
While on my lunch break today, I decided to look up Mike's number online. When the result came back, you could have knocked me on my ass with a feather. I did indeed know this Mike. He's a guy I dated briefly 13 years ago! What the hell are the odds? Since returning from my 4 years out west, I've only seen Mike once, and I deliberately (and quite stealthily) avoided him. We'd also run into each other in a group on Facebook about 8 months ago. That ended with me blocking him and the group admin deleting him (story isn't worth getting into). So I'm have zero desire to connect with this man again. So I will not be calling Mike to tell him that he's got the wrong number for John.
After relating this story to 2 co-workers, they both suggested that this couldn't be a mere coincidence. But how could it not be? The public listing for my phone number only lists my first initial and there are 16 people with the same first initial and same last name that come up on the search list. My cell # is on Facebook but only my friends can see it and my home # isn't on my cell voicemail. And my phone number has changed a few times since I went out with Mike.
There are lots of people who believe that there are no coincidences. That everything is linked and it's not random at all. I'm not sure that I personally believe that. A phone number is 10 digits. It's very easy to get just 1 digit mixed up and you accidentally call someone else. Who hasn't done that before?
I think the universe is simply fucking with me. But man, I really would love to know what the odds are on that. Where's Sheldon when you need him? Should Mike call again, I'm just going to recruit one of my male co-workers to call him back and let him know that he's got the wrong number.
The other fun one from today was the discovery that the daughter of Peter, one of my former co-workers, just bought a house 1 block away from my parents. That was kind of impressive :) And Peter got so excited about that. It was entertaining to watch.
Some things are definitely easier to explain than others. Some things just can't be explained. I say we just sit back and quietly ponder them all, just for a little while and the ones we can't solve, we just shrug and move on.
Just as a side note, I may or may not have changed the names of the people involved here. Just to keep you guessing :D
Good night!
Sarah
Walking Playlist August 2nd 2012
Got back out to walk tonight thought I limped for a good deal of it. My left leg decided to tense up and the muscle hurt like a MOFO. LOL. I managed to get through it though. Here's this evenings music lineup:
Thursday August 2nd 2012
Tonight - Seether
You're a Lie - Slash ft. Myles Kennedy
Bad Girlfriend - Theory of a Deadman
Albatross - Big Wreck
Sick and Twisted Affair - My Darkest Days
Country Song - Seether
Rusted from the Rain - Billy Talent
Audience of One - Rise Against
Shut Up - Simple Plan
Home Coming Queen - Hinder
Wow...no Nickelback tonight :)
Thursday August 2nd 2012
Tonight - Seether
You're a Lie - Slash ft. Myles Kennedy
Bad Girlfriend - Theory of a Deadman
Albatross - Big Wreck
Sick and Twisted Affair - My Darkest Days
Country Song - Seether
Rusted from the Rain - Billy Talent
Audience of One - Rise Against
Shut Up - Simple Plan
Home Coming Queen - Hinder
Wow...no Nickelback tonight :)
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
This isn't a Dating Site
My morning got off to a rocky start. It was definitely a "I need a door" morning but it perked up a bit halfway through. I got to go on a discovery mission with one of our managers. We ventured into the bowels of one of the buildings to where the shipments live. It's actually a very cool place and I love going there. Our quest was to discover what the hell made up the 2 skids that were addressed to said manager. Lots of fun. Anyhow, this lead to a very busy afternoon. I somehow managed to get some of my work done and it was payday so everyone was very happy to see me. All in all, it was an alright day.
There was no walk for me today as I was just too damned tired. I opted for a hot shower instead. I feel a little better. I can hear my bed calling to me too. LOL. Anyhow, when I finally got home from work, I was on Facebook, checking in with my world. I noticed a thread in one of the groups I'm a member of. It was from a male user who'd been in the group for a while. It simply said "I'm going to be leaving this site. I have met someone". My reaction was "What the fuck?". Now this wasn't a member that I'm overly familiar with but we'd traded messages on posts and such over the months. Let me be very clear here - the group I'm referring to is not a dating site or group. It's a community group for Canadian BBWs and their supporters. (If you don't know what BBW stands for, click the link). We talk about everything. Clothing, movies, relationships, social issues, jokes, life in general...I sure as hell didn't join for the purpose of trying to meet a mate.
The comment kind of threw me back to Junior High and High School. I always hated it when certain friends of mine got a new bf or gf, because it meant that me and the rest of our group were history until they broke up and "realized" that we were the awesome ones. Un-huh. That would always last a few weeks until someone new came along and off they ran again. I figured it was just an immature teenage thing. But nope. I've seen it happen several times with adults too. And frankly, I don't get it.
Perhaps it's because I've never been in a serious, committed, long term relationship. I've had boyfriends, but it's never been anything overly serious or long term. But I still can't fathom the idea of giving up my whole sense of self for someone else. The thought of abandoning my friends, be it real ones or the people I converse with online, for some guy just makes me feel all icky. With the last guy I dated, I always made time to hang out with my friends, without him. And I still made time to spend on my own. I can understand the concept behind loving someone and wanting to be with them but I can't see myself ever making them my entire world. I think I'd go crazy. The phrase "too much of a good thing" springs to mind.
Isn't meeting that special someone supposed to make us better people? I'm not sure how freezing everyone else out in your life would make someone better? As a single person, I do spend an incredible amount of time online. I could very much see myself reducing my time spent online should a special someone enter my life but I can't see me never going online. I happen to like Facebook and Twitter. I like keeping in contact with my friends who live far away. I love learning new and interesting things online. I like discovering new bands online. Why the hell would I ever stop doing those things because a new person entered my life? Reduce yes, but stop all together? If being in a couple means that I have to completely give up everything I enjoy and means redefining my sense of self, then I say "Fuck That!". I'll stay single thank you very much.
I'm all for compromise. There's give and take in any relationship. It's part of what makes it work. But there has to be some balance right? A happy place in between the "WE" and "ME"? I think I'm very good at sharing my coupled friends with their special someone, so long as they remember to make a little time for me. And should the universe see it fit to give me a special someone all my own, I vow to find that balance. To keep my sense of self while developing a new identity as part of a couple and to never, ever, ever give up any of my friends.
I suddenly have a New Found Glory song in my head, which I shall leave for all of you to enjoy:
http://youtu.be/QfcLcDBII78
Good night!
Sarah
There was no walk for me today as I was just too damned tired. I opted for a hot shower instead. I feel a little better. I can hear my bed calling to me too. LOL. Anyhow, when I finally got home from work, I was on Facebook, checking in with my world. I noticed a thread in one of the groups I'm a member of. It was from a male user who'd been in the group for a while. It simply said "I'm going to be leaving this site. I have met someone". My reaction was "What the fuck?". Now this wasn't a member that I'm overly familiar with but we'd traded messages on posts and such over the months. Let me be very clear here - the group I'm referring to is not a dating site or group. It's a community group for Canadian BBWs and their supporters. (If you don't know what BBW stands for, click the link). We talk about everything. Clothing, movies, relationships, social issues, jokes, life in general...I sure as hell didn't join for the purpose of trying to meet a mate.
The comment kind of threw me back to Junior High and High School. I always hated it when certain friends of mine got a new bf or gf, because it meant that me and the rest of our group were history until they broke up and "realized" that we were the awesome ones. Un-huh. That would always last a few weeks until someone new came along and off they ran again. I figured it was just an immature teenage thing. But nope. I've seen it happen several times with adults too. And frankly, I don't get it.
Perhaps it's because I've never been in a serious, committed, long term relationship. I've had boyfriends, but it's never been anything overly serious or long term. But I still can't fathom the idea of giving up my whole sense of self for someone else. The thought of abandoning my friends, be it real ones or the people I converse with online, for some guy just makes me feel all icky. With the last guy I dated, I always made time to hang out with my friends, without him. And I still made time to spend on my own. I can understand the concept behind loving someone and wanting to be with them but I can't see myself ever making them my entire world. I think I'd go crazy. The phrase "too much of a good thing" springs to mind.
Isn't meeting that special someone supposed to make us better people? I'm not sure how freezing everyone else out in your life would make someone better? As a single person, I do spend an incredible amount of time online. I could very much see myself reducing my time spent online should a special someone enter my life but I can't see me never going online. I happen to like Facebook and Twitter. I like keeping in contact with my friends who live far away. I love learning new and interesting things online. I like discovering new bands online. Why the hell would I ever stop doing those things because a new person entered my life? Reduce yes, but stop all together? If being in a couple means that I have to completely give up everything I enjoy and means redefining my sense of self, then I say "Fuck That!". I'll stay single thank you very much.
I'm all for compromise. There's give and take in any relationship. It's part of what makes it work. But there has to be some balance right? A happy place in between the "WE" and "ME"? I think I'm very good at sharing my coupled friends with their special someone, so long as they remember to make a little time for me. And should the universe see it fit to give me a special someone all my own, I vow to find that balance. To keep my sense of self while developing a new identity as part of a couple and to never, ever, ever give up any of my friends.
I suddenly have a New Found Glory song in my head, which I shall leave for all of you to enjoy:
http://youtu.be/QfcLcDBII78
Good night!
Sarah
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