I'm NUN too impressed

I went to my book group last night at the lovely Jojo's. We've had this book group for awhile, and its membership has dwindled, but I think really the best people remain anyway, so its fine with me. And even though I didn't read the book, I went. That is how great these ladies are, they don't give you shit (well not too much) for not reading the book, and even listen when you have an opinion on a topic that may or may not be relevant. There is always lovely snackies too.

The book was Lying Awake. I don't know who it was by. Like I said I didn't actually read it. Anyway, the ladies say it was decent. Basically the story is about a nun who has "visions" which are really caused by epilepsy that she didn't know she had. So this nun is in one of those cloistered orders, when they live isolated and have silence and walk about saying vespers, praying for 18 hours a day and such. And it made me question what these types of nuns are really doing? Let me make it clear that I'm not a catholic, or a religious person of any kind. I don't do church, I don't even do god, so maybe I'm being cynical on the whole topic, but what the hell is their purpose? I know that most nuns are not like this, most nuns become nuns as a way to become closer to god, and to be active in the community, helping people, teaching, counseling etc. And I greatly respect that. I think its great. Its a very commendable undertaking.

But the orders of nuns (and monks too) that basically lock themselves away to commune only with god, seem almost selfish. They do nothing but pray? For what exactly? If their whole purpose is to have some divine relationship with god, do they think they are better than other people for doing so? If they don't then why is it so important to them? And when they meet their maker, what do they really have to offer? Sure you didn't do any evil unto others, but you didn't do any good unto others either. As I see it, not much is actually accomplished with these orders. And if its a haven for those running away from their lives, they won't receive any actual support from other nuns as they have to suffer in silence.

In the book (apparently) the nuns weren't even happy. Perhaps if they were allowed to have a Kitkat every once an awhile (not to mention a nice glass of Reisling), their path to divine salvation would be more enjoyable.

I did however, love the idea of the "accusations". The nuns stand up and accuse each other or themselves of indiscretion.

"I accuse Sister Bernadette of whistling in the hall"
"I accuse Sister Josie Grossy of picking her nose"
"I accuse Sister Betty-Loo of shouting obscenities a the birds shitting on our birdbath"
"I accuse myself of ordering Victoria's Secret lingerie off of ebay"

Could you imagine people just did that at work or school or church? Wouldn't that be a riot!

T-slo out.

Well now that I'm Scared...

I'm just watching CSI, and bloody hell, is it scary! This poor bloke is buried alive AND being eaten by ants, could it be worse? For me it would be SPIDERS! Anything to do with spiders. I'm irrationally scared of them for sure. I have nightmares about them, I can't even look at pictures of them without getting all freaked out and shivery.

When I was about 7 or 8, I had a supscription to a kids magazine called Highlights. It was a kids educational mag, full of puzzles and nature articles and science facts and literary facts. I LOVED it. It was so cool getting a magazine in the mail that had MY name on it every month. I cherished the thing. So this one month, I come home to find that the magazine has arrived, and I tear into it, ripping off the plastic cover, and eagerly opening it to the first page. Then I flipped through it looking quickly at each page to see what I want to read first. I still do that now. Sometimes I read a magazine from the middle to the end and then the beginning. Finding out why Lindsay Lohan looks so damn skinny is definitely a first read over Oprah's new house, which is still important just not as much. Anyway, I rip through Highlights like a kid at Christmas, and then I see it:

A BLACK WIDOW SPIDER

There is a two page spread on that evil creature, with quick facts and a big glossy color photo. I was instantly terrified, dropped the magazine and actually cowered behind my mom. Then I bravely picked up the magazine, carried it to the rec room and hid it under the cushions on the ugly gold chair. A few days later, I had forgotten about. Sure I missed out on doing the word search and reading about how to make a tornado with a pop bottle, and what koala bears ate, but it was worth it, I was free! Well until a few weeks later...

Evil Younger Sister, age 4 finds said magazine. EYS is not afraid of spiders. EYS knows, however that Otherwise Strong And Powerful Older Sister, is terribly afraid. EYS finds OSAPOS hanging out watching the Bloodhound Gang on PBS and shoves the picture in front of her face. OSAPOS promptly screams, and takes off with EYS close behind. Its true folks, my little sister scared the bejeesuz out of my with a PICTURE of a spider. A picture! Then she hid it in her room somewhere so she could bring that out anytime I was being not-so-nice to her. I don't know whatever happened to that issue, but let me tell you, I was so careful when I got the Highlights from then on.

So yes, spiders scare me. What scares you?

What do you mean its temporarily Out of Service?

Cable's Out! And its May Sweeps. There is finale after finale, and my cable is out? Its just madness I tell you, MADNESS!

I am a TV addict. I love my shows, I love other people's shows, I love shows I only see once, but don't really like, but watch anyway. I love the background noise. It is driving me crazy right now, because all I hear is the tip tap typing of my fingers hitting the keyboard.

It is so quiet in here, and now when I talk out loud to myself, I actually startle myself. Is there someone else here? Oh no, its just me, thinking out loud about the last time I ate chocolate. That would be 4 days folks. I am trying to lose a couple of pounds cause I am heading to Nova Scotia the end of June and seeing my friends for the first time in a couple of years. Plus I'm going to a wedding. My sister's best gal is getting married and Tan is in the wedding and since I'm going to be there, I may as well go right?

So I have to find something to wear, and that is the hard part. I wish I were one of those people that has an actual wardrobe. You know, like our mothers do. Aren't I right? Our mom's have the selection of dresses or skirts that they can pull out for such an occasion. I have like one dress, which is black and not what I want to wear. I don't even really like it that much. I wore it once, to a wedding of course, 2 years ago. And while I am often praising the lord that I haven't yet become my mother, part of me thinks, having that wardrobe might be nice. Be not mistaken, for those of you who know my mom, I don't want her ACTUAL wardrobe. Northern Reflections just ain't my style, but you know what I mean. I don't have that mix of work and casual and dressy clothes, summer or winter, they are all just my clothes. I wear them all pretty much. There are only a couple of shirts that I wouldn't wear to work because my GIRLS are on display, and well I don't think the office needs to see that. I mean, they are distracting, how would anyone get any work done? LOL

Hold on while I check to see if the cable is working yet. NO! SHIT! This is crap. Well I guess I'll go read or clean or something. Blah.

T-out

Just Wondering...

Why does the left sleeve of my T-shirt smell like shit. Literally it smells like shit. There is no shit ON it, I didn't rub up against shit as far as I know, yet it smells. And no where else on my shirt does it smell. Why? And seriously, why can't I stop smelling it?

Lazy Dazy

That's what today is. I am a lazy bugger! I walked in the door this morning after being out all night. (And before any of you start "whooohoooing" over that, I must report that I spent the night at my cuz's cause it was late and I drank a bit etc.. There was no wild partying and promiscuity. I know its a let down, move on).

But I did have fun, we had a wonderful feast of goodies. I don't know about anyone else, but nothing gets me excited like nibbling (on Food! geesh-get your minds out of the gutter - this is family friendly here). I must give a shout out to Aim for imparting on me the joys of the nibblies! We're funny though, cause A & I planned to go out to dinner but instead got sidetracked at the grocery store and ending up buying all these goodies to make at home, then we headed to the LCBO for some choice beverages. Whipped up a lovely array of food (well A did most of the whipping - I did more BASIC things like cutting veg and arranging cheese on a tray). Anyway, it was a nice little evening.

Oh ya, so back to this morning - I walk through the door, I head to the fridge for some DC, I plop on the couch and lay there for half an hour, then feeling more tired I move to my bedroom, slip into some jammies and crawl into bed for a couple more hours, then I get out of bed, head to the kitchen for some more DC and some ice cream, I get dressed*, then I head to the couch for a few more hours, watch a movie, talk on the phone and that brings me to now.

LAZY! But oh so nice.

And I don't even know if I will actually leave the house today, its grey & rainy outside, and its cozy in here, and what could be more perfect for a day like today than curling up on the couch with a book or a movie. I'll be in until my supply of DC runs out.

T-out.

* getting dressed implies that you are actually DOING something, or could do something at any given moment. Even when laying on the couch watching a movie, it shows that there is an actual activity going on. In contrast, lounging in pajamas all day means you quite possibly just emerged from your bed and are doing nothing at all. You may as well still be sleeping. For the record, sweats do constitute "getting dressed". If you are a woman and regularly wear a bra, a bra must be on for you to be considered dressed. If not, its like you are just wearing thick pajamas. Underpants are optional.

Bad blogger but Good Movie watcher

Oh the shame. I am a bad blogger. I don't understand it, I always have SO much to say throughout the day, on topics ranging from reality TV shows to how annoyed I am when men giggle. Really, truly its annoying and weird. But alas, I have not written a post in nearly a week, and all I could come up with this time is what a bad blogger I am. I can't have it end there - Okay topic, movies I've seen in the past week:

I saw the Grudge last night. Yeah I know its been out for ages, it took me this long to find someone to watch it with me. I was all excited (and scared at the same time) to see the movie, and it sucked. Blah. The little boy was freaky, but the creepy girl looked like claymation. Whatever.

And I saw Kingdom of Heaven. I liked it. I begrudgingly admit that I thought Orlando Bloom did a good job. I went to see it with the world's biggest Orlando fan. This girl can fit an Orlando reference into virtually any situation. " Hey this nacho chip looks like Orlando, see those pointy bits, they are like Legolas' elf ears" or "Hey, that guys hair is blowing like how Orlando's did in minute 124 of Return of the King." or "Orlando likes his soup with bits of cracker crumbled in it and he wears only white undies on Thursdays". You get the idea, She is very KNOWING of all things Orlando. Anyway, movie was decent. I thought the editing was a little choppy and that kind of bugged me, and the characters were a little flat, but all in all, a nice spectacle.

And on VE day, I watched like 3 WW2 related movies on the History Channel. What can I say, I'm a nerd. But I do love those human dramas. And war is so foreign to me, it really makes me think about how terrible people can be to one another, and at the same time, how so many heroes come out of it. How many people overcame such tragedy. I can't imagine it, and I wonder if I would be one of the strong ones, the fighters. Can you believe that WW2 ended only 60 years ago? When you watch those movies and see those documentaries, it seems like such a different world. But its not is it? People are still fighting over land and religion and race and greed.

Now I've gone and gotten all serious. On that note, I shall go and see what guilty pleasure I can find to watch tonight. Anyone know what channel America's Next Top Model is on? I can't help it folks, I'm so addicted.

T-out.

Mostly smiles.

These are things that have made me smile so far this week:

1. I'm moved - and it was FINE. A little hectic and little painful. I'm still waiting for my calves to forgive me for carrying some stuff up 7 flights three times because the elevator was occupied and I didn't want to wait.

2. My kitty likes the balcony and has had some good times rubbing her body all over it.(whatever - its cute). Also right now she is curled up and purring on my desk. Awww.

3. Luka said my name. Sort of. But she's cute so it doesn't really matter. The fact that she smiles and throws her arms up when she sees me is enough....for now.

4. The OLDIES got the boot off Amazing Race. FINALLY!!!! I am so happy I could cry.

5. I hung some curtains all by myself and they are actually straight! I also hung some pictures, but that didn't go as well. I actually wanted to hang a shelf in one spot and now there are 2 holes in the wall cause I could not get the screws in - so i hung a picture there instead (but you can still see the holes - oops).

6. No sludge in the new fridge. I once moved into a place that had a layer of unidentifiable sludge in the bottom of the fridge so thick I had to use a spatula to lift it off and then an entire bottle of Fantastik to clean it. This fridge was A-OK!

And making me frown was:

1. My calves (see above).

2. I polished my nails and then promptly ruined the polish. Dammit.

3. I can't find some parts to my shoe rack. (YET. ) Shhh, don't tell my sis - but she might have something with the whole labelling your boxes when you move thing.

4. The adjustment period for the kitty - she is whiny in the mornings.

5. The Super yelling at me today for not filling out the repair form when I saw him in person to tell him of a bathroom issue, "Tracing, I tell you already. I explain you must fill out form and we get repair for you" But I mean, I love the accent so it actually made me smile.

So that its - not too much going on. I took 3 days off and unpacked and relaxed and just enjoyed some nice time away from the office. Pretty uneventful, but enjoyable nonetheless.

T-out.