Thursday, February 22, 2007

Do you ever have one of those days when you try on every article of clothing you own in a vain attempt to find an outfit that you both a) feel comfortable in and b) feel cute in? Only to fail miserably, because the problem is, say, your bra? Or your self-image?

Yeah. That.

I've been kicking around this idea for the last few days that I might try to make cinnamon rolls. I blame Robin McKinley's Sunshine. That book makes baking sound like such a good idea. My major issue is that all of the recipes I can come up with for cinnamon rolls seem kind of gross. No, people! Margarine is not an ingredient in any baking that I will ever do! Grumble grumble grumble...

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

a new low

Today, I tripped over a wall.

I'd be embarrassed, except that there's a certain threshold beyond which...who cares? It's now almost an art form.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentine's Day: glad there's something good on TV.

It's official: any time I think I might have a crush on a boy, I discover that they make me insane. And I don't mean "in a fun way," I don't mean "with desire," I mean "they turn my otherwise perfectly good brain into a place of random misfiring and the blurting of inappropriate things."

The one notable, dare I say critical, exception, being the one I married. Uh, not that I didn't misfire and blurt, but that he found it charming and understandable, and thought more of me rather than less. Hence, the marrying, because really how could I ever let that go? Thanks, babe. I love you.

Other boys who deserve my thanks today include Dan, who high-fives my revelations of inappropriateness, gives advice, and otherwise acts as the big brother I never knew I needed, and Ben, who accomplishes some of the same kinds of affirmation with flirting. Variety is the spice of life.

At this moment I feel I should give a shout-out to the girls in my life, who almost never make me quite so unhappily crazed, crushes notwithstanding. I can't say for sure whether it's gender socialization or just your general excellence, but I appreciate it.

Friday, February 09, 2007

"I haven't seen any smoke...yet."

This is not a reassuring thing to hear at the beginning of your work day, especially when your store smells strongly like someone set fire to a piece of Tupperware. (How do I know what flaming Tupperware smells like?'s a long story.) It's particularly unsettling if you happen to be on the Health and Safety committee, with the knowledge of the WSIB card in your wallet popping up every time you forget to move your brain to something else. Like a screensaver of potential guilt and anxiety.

The maintenance guys assured us there was nothing wrong, unlike the time the lights in the children's department spontaneously caught fire.

Which really makes my workplace sound like a deathtrap, and I assure you it's not, being full of carefully inspected Health and Safety equipment.