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The Princess and the Pea. I'm not one for the big extravagant New Years parties. I guess I'm more of a homebody who would prefer watching the shindigs on the tv while downing some sort of alchoholic bevvie. This year though I am off to Whitewater Ski Resort in Nelson, BC for some riding. Now, I like to think I can do anything if I put my mind to it. But this has kinda got me freaking out. Like. Really freaking out. And it really doesn't help that Scott is like this pro-boarder dude who will show me up by doing backflips and ride any wall he can find. Sigh. It will be a struggle for me just to get off the ski lift.I was informed though that his epic friend Chelsey, isn't afraid of staying on the chairlift if she is afraid to get off. Well hot dog- I think I found myself a soulmate. Aaron had to coax me off the lift last year at Sunshine... and it usually turned out to be bad-news-bears once I touched down and hit the snow. Maybe Chelsey and I can just stay on long enough for some liftie to rescue us and carry us to safe ground. Sounds dreamy. Should be a good time. If I'm going to get good, I have to start sometime. Cuddle party anyone? Who doesn't like cuddling? I know I'm one of the biggest fans of the ol' snuggle session. With that certain someone of course. Athough, I'm not so sure about doing it with strangers... wandering hands and unknown breath on the back of your neck as you're being spooned. Otherwise, it sounds like a blast. Ooh. Imagine a celebrity cuddle party. Like, I get to choose the celebrities to cuddle with. Maybe a spoonful of Brad Pitt, a dash of Johny depp, maybe a whole lotta Jake Gyllenhall, and erm... that's it.Although, not too sure how a certain someone would feel about it. "I'm wishing everyone a Jesusy Christ Christ and a Christy New Christ. And a Happy Christakkuh to you" Couldn't have said it better myself. Hope Santa is good to ya'll.Lesson: There are never enough rocks. Enough said.The Filament Ski Conditions Widget. These guys have worked their asses off getting this thing off the ground. I recommend downloading it and checking out the ski cams. You know, in case you want to go skiing or something...Ski Cam Widget by Filament Communications. (You have to download the Konfabulator in order to bring up widgets on PC's) A short but sweet conversation with the Conservative Party of Canada. Me: "Hello?!"Conservative Politcko: "Is Megan Pratt there please?" Me: "This is" Conservative Politcko: "Hi, it's Stephen Harpers Conservative Party office calling. We're just doing a poll to see what the outcome of the election might be in January. Will you be participating in the voting process come January?" Me: "Yep." Conservative Politcko: "Great. Will you be supporting Stephen Harper?" Me: "Nope." Conservative Politcko: "Oh, well then. Thank you for your time. Have a nice Christmas, erm, Holiday season!" Me: "Merry Christmas to you too." Butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf. I wish I could just bottle up my problems, stick them on my shelf and put big things in front of them so I didn't have to see them. And if I did that, things might just be that much better. Or, things would be forgotten. Sigh.The best line I heard on Friday: "You wouldn't buy your car without test driving it so why wouldn't you do anything else without trying it out first?" That can be put towards soOOooOOooOOo many things. I'll let your mind wander... Since the beginning of time (well, my time) it's been referred to as "Christmas". It always has been, and always will be. Merry Christmas people. And yes, it's Christmas. It will always be Christmas. It's not "Happy Holidays". It's not "Merry Greetings". It's Christmas.Anyone have any issues with that? I would love to hear them. Update: Check this out. I couldn't be happier. My Christmas shopping is done. Finished. Complete. Wahoo!And the best part: I only bought myself one thing. I am an eskimo. Things I found myself pondering the past couple of days:I am afraid of other people driving me in their cars. I think it's a simple case of me not being able to handle not being in control of the ol' wheel. Not like I am the rockstar driver I should be... it's something I'm working on. The whole trust in other people and allowing them to fish tail without me grabbing the door handle for a safety feeling. Sad. Freakin' sad. Cars have hydraulics and I don't understand why. Uh. Mine doesn't. Maybe that's why I don't get it. What do you get the person who has everything? Nothing. Call it a gift. If Buckleys tasted better, I would be more likely to remedy myself with it. But hell no. It is not going down my pipes. I would rather throw myself into some pathetic coughing fit and attract the attention of those who are subjected to listen t it by receiving cough drops and hot water with weird floaty things in it. Ew. I want to look more like how I feel. And how is that? Um. Maybe about 3 or 4 sizes smaller in the ol waist. I tried on some hot jeans last weekend and boy oh boy did I feel like tube of pork being made into sausage. (Oh wasn't that a hot comment...). I think I'd be super stoked with myself if I could wear something and not ask myself repeatedly - "should I actually wear this??". Kinda like my xmas outfit for this year. Super hot. But uh... hm. The more I think about justice and how it wasn't served - the more I want to wish I stood up for myself more. I could still be in the jury room if I just stuck to my guns on my stance. Sure, a lot of people would have been pissed but hey - I am ok with that. Super ok with that. I might have proven my point. I'll just shake my head when he's charged with possession of a gun again or heck - killing someone. I need new tires for my car. Fuck. I just bought a new car and the goddamn tires ain't up to the ol' Cowtown snow or ice. Um. Let's figure this out here: car - $26k, tires - $worthless. I slide. I skid. I have no grippy anythings. C'mon. Doesn't it make sense to put good tires on a car seeing how we live in a rather snow-prone area? Sigh. I need to make about triple what I'm making now and then I can buy super swanky tires with chesnut pieces in the tread. Oooh baby would that be cool. I wish myself courage. I was informed today that there are only 20 shopping days left til Santa comes to figure whether I was naughty or nice. Well shit.Things to do before xmas. - pay off credit card so I can fit presents on it and buy stamps. - send cards to people. - buy presents for people. - sob. - contemplate changing beliefs so I can get out of Christmas. - sob some more. - buy myself presents. - screw buying anyone else presents. - get in shit from mom for not buying anyone else presents. Sounds like a great to-do list. Justice this. So like, it's done and uh... wow. It's no wonder people like OJ got off. It's not as simple as saying "he's guilty" or "she's innocent". There's like... questions within the questions which are backed up with answers from other questions and their questions. Maybe an itty bit of hearsay in there somewhere mixed with some 'what ifs' and some more hearsay. Wow. Who do you believe? And if you don't have all the evidence you wish the prosecutor and the defense lawyer brought to trial - you're fucked. You're locked in a room with 11 other people who are either against what you have to say, or are with what you have to say. And of course, because Megan is such a love of the devils advocate card - she had to be the one to hold everyone up in the deliberation room for 8 hours. Heh.It's done. He walked away free. Not sure what to think about it. Those second thoughts always come into play. You know, like when you ordered the steak but should have got the chicken fingers... |