So I spent last post ranting and raving about how there's not enough time in the week for my balancing act of work, club, play, and what happens today? I'm told I have to meet an insanely near-impossible deadline for Monday, and I've got NO WHERE to pencil in the extra hours. Eff. Sometimes I think my boss' PMS can be worse than mine--and he's a guy.
Anyhoo...the street light across from my window just went out the other night and I have since been enjoying a natural sort of darkness that I can't get enough of. It happens about every three years or so, and I look forward to it everytime. Without the artificial light to flood the street below, I can venture opening my blinds at night and catching a glimpse of what an un-light-polluted sky might look like; if it weren't so cloudy out, I'd actually be able to see stars.
While I know myself to be a city girl through and through (though the occasional adventure in the outback is more than okay by me), I love the night sky and know that I just don't get enough constellation sightings living in the urban sphere. My most favourite home star-gazing happened on the night of the big Blackout four (?) years ago when there wasn't a light in the land, but all of the stars in the sky. It was beautiful. It doesn't happen often, but I do relish it when it does, just as I'm relishing it tonight.
On a small side-bar, I'd like to mention that I know the sleeplessness is getting to me because (though I've edited it since) while reading through my last night's post, I apostrophized the word "reason" in order to make it plural: "reason's." I, of all people abhor the misuse of simple apostrophes in writing SO much--I was appalled to have discovered that I made that sort of slip myself on my own page. I was so embarrassed. Ugh.
On the same side-bar, I was trying to type the word "street" just a few paragraphs up and knew my fingers were going to have trouble (my nails are a little too long for accurate keyboarding) so I concentrated really hard on getting the word out without any spelling errors. So out comes the word with perfect spelling--only it's the wrong word--I went and watched myself type "stress" instead of "street." Freudian slip? Perhaps.
And now, believe it or not...sleep. I am going to sleep. I've got full day of losing my head tomorrow, before (yay!) leaving to watch the Canadian Men's Volleyball team again take on Brazil this time in Mississauga! I'll DEFINITELY find energy for THAT!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Sleeplessly spinning out of schedule
...though I have yet to miss any appointments. :)
It feels like ages since I've posted. At least a few weeks. I've been sooooo crazy with meeting work and club deadlines, while at the same time trying to balance my practices and games, that I seem to have lost track of time. I know I sleep at crazy hours, I wake at crazy hours, and I work at crazy hours, but I can't seem to convince myself that rest is just as important as everything else. I mean, look at me; I think I've been off the hook for about 45 minutes now, having accomplished today's elephantitis load of work, and yet I'm reading and blogging instead of joining in on the snore-session with Sherman. I just want to do EVERYTHING.
Anyway, while feeling guilty that I hadn't had time to post in what I thought was a dog's-age, imagine my surprise when I slunk over to my own site to discover that I'd only just posted on Friday. Would totally lose my head if it wasn't for all that skin and muscle sticking it on there.
Irregardless.
Since I don't have time to blog about it, feel free to join in on the adventures of my newly-joined baseball team, The Wildcards, as reporterEl Saviour Chloe Sullivan keeps the fans up-to-date with the latest news and stats! It's actually a lot of fun, even for those not usually baseball fans out there. Hell, that's one of the reasons I'm still freaking awake!
And now I've just spent another 2 minutes of possible sleep-time, Googling for another word with the same un-meaning to rival the non-ness-ness of the word "irregardless." I came up with nothing except this nearly nonsensical paragraph that only nerds such as myself would find even slightly amusing.
I am one big effing nerd sometimes. A big effing sleepy nerd. A big effing sleepy nerd looking for a natural form keyboard to combat her work-inflicted CTS. BFN.
Not only have I just wasted 30 minutes of my time, I've also wasted at least 5 minutes of YOURS! I'm so sorry...
It feels like ages since I've posted. At least a few weeks. I've been sooooo crazy with meeting work and club deadlines, while at the same time trying to balance my practices and games, that I seem to have lost track of time. I know I sleep at crazy hours, I wake at crazy hours, and I work at crazy hours, but I can't seem to convince myself that rest is just as important as everything else. I mean, look at me; I think I've been off the hook for about 45 minutes now, having accomplished today's elephantitis load of work, and yet I'm reading and blogging instead of joining in on the snore-session with Sherman. I just want to do EVERYTHING.
Anyway, while feeling guilty that I hadn't had time to post in what I thought was a dog's-age, imagine my surprise when I slunk over to my own site to discover that I'd only just posted on Friday. Would totally lose my head if it wasn't for all that skin and muscle sticking it on there.
Irregardless.
Since I don't have time to blog about it, feel free to join in on the adventures of my newly-joined baseball team, The Wildcards, as reporter
And now I've just spent another 2 minutes of possible sleep-time, Googling for another word with the same un-meaning to rival the non-ness-ness of the word "irregardless." I came up with nothing except this nearly nonsensical paragraph that only nerds such as myself would find even slightly amusing.
I am one big effing nerd sometimes. A big effing sleepy nerd. A big effing sleepy nerd looking for a natural form keyboard to combat her work-inflicted CTS. BFN.
Not only have I just wasted 30 minutes of my time, I've also wasted at least 5 minutes of YOURS! I'm so sorry...
Friday, June 15, 2007
Perpetual movement
I feel like I haven't stopped going in years. As my previously posted schedule indicated, of all of the days in the week, I have Tuesday, and Tuesday alone, off from sports. Not posted was my full-time job and my every-night commitment of help to direct the volleyball club for this year.
I. Am. So. Tired.
But I love it. I love playing and I love doing and I love being involved. As exhausted as I am, I think I'm more likely to wimp out on work (don't tell!) than I am to wimp out on sports or my club. I can't begin to tell you how much I look forward to Tuesday nights to unwind via a leisurely stroll or a complete veg-out-with-phones-turned-off in front of the tv.
And all of these scheduled events don't include joining in on the unscheduled social events that take place throughout the week either. For example, last night, we celebrated a friend's birthday at the local bar. Most nights after practice, there's some food eating to be done en masse. Beers to be had after work but before practice. Clubs to be danced at, tournaments to be played. Sometimes I ask myself, why don't you just say 'no' to some of these things and either get some work done, or get some rest? The answer is that I just can't.
I might MISS something.
Heaven forbid. I'll sleep when I'm...no longer capable of performing normal functionality.
...
Quote of the Moment:
"Don't poke those [love handles]! Those are my fat reserves for in case I ever get skinny!"
--Moi, being overly comfortable at work
If I go to sleep now, I will be sleeping 20 minutes earlier than I have been doing all week!
I. Am. So. Tired.
But I love it. I love playing and I love doing and I love being involved. As exhausted as I am, I think I'm more likely to wimp out on work (don't tell!) than I am to wimp out on sports or my club. I can't begin to tell you how much I look forward to Tuesday nights to unwind via a leisurely stroll or a complete veg-out-with-phones-turned-off in front of the tv.
And all of these scheduled events don't include joining in on the unscheduled social events that take place throughout the week either. For example, last night, we celebrated a friend's birthday at the local bar. Most nights after practice, there's some food eating to be done en masse. Beers to be had after work but before practice. Clubs to be danced at, tournaments to be played. Sometimes I ask myself, why don't you just say 'no' to some of these things and either get some work done, or get some rest? The answer is that I just can't.
I might MISS something.
Heaven forbid. I'll sleep when I'm...no longer capable of performing normal functionality.
...
Quote of the Moment:
"Don't poke those [love handles]! Those are my fat reserves for in case I ever get skinny!"
--Moi, being overly comfortable at work
If I go to sleep now, I will be sleeping 20 minutes earlier than I have been doing all week!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
I feel like sharing
Perfection for purchase.
The picture of the picture being taken.
Love from the blind side
Lighting the way
Photogenic.
My big mouth brother
Light-hearted
Electric Avenue
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
For the love of the game
Sunday - baseball game & volleyball practice (every other week)
Monday - volleyball practice
Tuesday - rest
Wednesday - volleyball practice
Thursday - volleyball league games
Friday - volleyball practice (every other week)
Saturday - volleyball tournament or fundraiser
...repeat.
My body is so angry at me that I don't think there's going to be any reconciliation in the near future--not at the pace we're going. The arches of my feet hurt, my calves are tight, my knees ache, my quads burn, the small of my back sears with pain, my shoulders and arms are sore. I feel alive. I love it.
Monday - volleyball practice
Tuesday - rest
Wednesday - volleyball practice
Thursday - volleyball league games
Friday - volleyball practice (every other week)
Saturday - volleyball tournament or fundraiser
...repeat.
My body is so angry at me that I don't think there's going to be any reconciliation in the near future--not at the pace we're going. The arches of my feet hurt, my calves are tight, my knees ache, my quads burn, the small of my back sears with pain, my shoulders and arms are sore. I feel alive. I love it.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Friends Family
Rain was in the forecast today--figures, the day of one of the best fam-jams of the year: The June Bug Party.
This morning, I woke up to help prepare some of the food to be consumed later; no rain.
This afternoon, I met up with some friends to help another celebrate and say goodbye; no rain yet.
This early evening, I curled up on the couch with a book to await our guests and yell to dad to fire up the grill; still no rain.
Dinnertime rolled around and the guests rolled in. Just as the last one was on the patio and dad threw the first piece of meat on grill...the sky opened up and poured.
Of course it couldn't have happened any other way. We were forced to use tents and umbrellas to make sure all the food got cooked. Oh, and mojitos and martinis helped too. And beer; beer helped too.
The best part of today (and of course my camera was MIA all evening) was not the food or the alcohol, it was the family. Sure there were friends there, and I'm not neglecting them, nor trying to say they didn't make my night--as far as I was concerned tonight, they were family (oh, beware the gushing).
My family (especially this side of it) has always been a warm and accepting bunch. If you're a friend of one of us, you're a friend of us all. So, when Sherman, Boo and the Squiggly brothers showed up, not a beat was skipped and all joined in on the family festivities.
Sherman was Sherman and went around helping out in all the ways everyone was used to--setup, tear down, and good company. Being a June Bug herself, Boo got hustled into the big birthday picture, had her own candle on the cake, and even got birthday tidings from Grandma and Uncle. Big G took a turn at the babysitting of Big J (the newest member of the family), helping to devour the foods, and giving a go at ribbing Haike a bit. Squiggly sat down with G-ma and talked to her in only the way that he could, and then even went and braved the storm to give dad a break from the grill.
I love my boos--they are my family as far as I'm concerned.
You ever watch some moments in life where you're there but you're not necessarily participating and you just wish you could capture the moment or expressions in a tiny little box and keep it forever? There were a couple of those moments tonight. Big G and Squiggly with G-ma, Boo being the most surprised birthday girl of them all, Big J falling asleep in my lap. The simplest things in life are the ones I want to hold onto forever.
...
The weirdest thing:
I took a nap in the middle of the afternoon yesterday, and had a dream. In it, I was perched on the armrest of a chair that Mr. Charles Basil was sitting in. While never close, he was leaning on my shoulder and playing with the ends my hair--a motion that, from another friend, has always had a "needing comfort" sort of connotation to it. Of course I let him; at that moment I was there for him and wanted to give him whatever support he needed.
My dream ended there as I was woken by my cell phone. I answered it.
"Hey, did you hear about Charlie? He needs us."
And today, we were all there with him; an afternoon of comfort, support, and remembrance. Amidst the condolences, there were many smiles and much more laughter than you would expect. Watching it all, I felt all warm and leaned over to Sherman and whispered,
"I love my friends."
And I do.
This morning, I woke up to help prepare some of the food to be consumed later; no rain.
This afternoon, I met up with some friends to help another celebrate and say goodbye; no rain yet.
This early evening, I curled up on the couch with a book to await our guests and yell to dad to fire up the grill; still no rain.
Dinnertime rolled around and the guests rolled in. Just as the last one was on the patio and dad threw the first piece of meat on grill...the sky opened up and poured.
Of course it couldn't have happened any other way. We were forced to use tents and umbrellas to make sure all the food got cooked. Oh, and mojitos and martinis helped too. And beer; beer helped too.
The best part of today (and of course my camera was MIA all evening) was not the food or the alcohol, it was the family. Sure there were friends there, and I'm not neglecting them, nor trying to say they didn't make my night--as far as I was concerned tonight, they were family (oh, beware the gushing).
My family (especially this side of it) has always been a warm and accepting bunch. If you're a friend of one of us, you're a friend of us all. So, when Sherman, Boo and the Squiggly brothers showed up, not a beat was skipped and all joined in on the family festivities.
Sherman was Sherman and went around helping out in all the ways everyone was used to--setup, tear down, and good company. Being a June Bug herself, Boo got hustled into the big birthday picture, had her own candle on the cake, and even got birthday tidings from Grandma and Uncle. Big G took a turn at the babysitting of Big J (the newest member of the family), helping to devour the foods, and giving a go at ribbing Haike a bit. Squiggly sat down with G-ma and talked to her in only the way that he could, and then even went and braved the storm to give dad a break from the grill.
I love my boos--they are my family as far as I'm concerned.
You ever watch some moments in life where you're there but you're not necessarily participating and you just wish you could capture the moment or expressions in a tiny little box and keep it forever? There were a couple of those moments tonight. Big G and Squiggly with G-ma, Boo being the most surprised birthday girl of them all, Big J falling asleep in my lap. The simplest things in life are the ones I want to hold onto forever.
...
The weirdest thing:
I took a nap in the middle of the afternoon yesterday, and had a dream. In it, I was perched on the armrest of a chair that Mr. Charles Basil was sitting in. While never close, he was leaning on my shoulder and playing with the ends my hair--a motion that, from another friend, has always had a "needing comfort" sort of connotation to it. Of course I let him; at that moment I was there for him and wanted to give him whatever support he needed.
My dream ended there as I was woken by my cell phone. I answered it.
"Hey, did you hear about Charlie? He needs us."
And today, we were all there with him; an afternoon of comfort, support, and remembrance. Amidst the condolences, there were many smiles and much more laughter than you would expect. Watching it all, I felt all warm and leaned over to Sherman and whispered,
"I love my friends."
And I do.
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