Wednesday, November 30, 2005
on an unrelated note
my landlord is a psycho.
We pay darn good money to live here... we don't come tromping in and out at ungodly hours (we tiptoe in at those hours) We don't have drunken parties (the same can NOT be said of their children) We take care of our place, I've fixed things myself, we report bigger problems, we don't demand much of them, we comply when they request things of us... we try to make it work.
Last week I got a phone call where in my landlady said she was mad at the way someone had come to our door WHILE I WAS OUT. She said they banged on the door and yelled in the mailslot. She asked me to talk to my friends. (I will not. How other people conduct themselves when I'm not with them IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS) She said that she was embarrassed because she had company at the time.
Tonight I had some friends over for dinner then we were hanging out until it was time to go to a movie. We were in the living room, and there was some playing around (the exercise balls were the main entertainment) at 8:15 pm I received a phone call asking if I had elephants upstairs or was I re-arranging the furniture. When I replied that I did in fact have a herd of elephants with me, she got very snotty and short and said that they needed to stop.
I'm a people pleaser. This hurts me. She seems to know that about me... and she's psycho.
Roomie says that if they didn't want noise they shouldn't have tenants.
Guests said that I should have told her that someone fell down and was badly injured... and that she should have some compassion.
Dark spots have a tendency of clouding my view of an otherwise lovely time.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Please join me.
~I may be saying good bye to the ladies... we'll see, I hear tomorrow what that looks like.
~my room mate was looking up bad words in the dictionary tonight.
~ ok, that last one wasn't true.... BUT my room mate WAS reading the dictionary tonight... while she watched tv. because you know... people do that sort of thing.
~ "It always feels a little sadistic when I put my teddy bear in the microwave…" a quote by my roomie tonight. (said in reference to her barley filled bear... intended for microwave use... like a hot water bottle... but sadistic)
~ I plan on sleeping with one eye open tonight.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
SO. Tonight I was good.
Well. Mostly good.
well, pretty much really good.
With one GLARING upset...
After an evening of adventure, nachos, the Bean and general camaraderie, we journeyed to the theatre to see... you guessed it, "Walk the Line". Yes, I've been excited to go see it for quite a bit now, so you can imagine my dismay (and the dismay of those with me) when the bulb burnt out after 40 mins in the projector at the theatre.
Yes, that's right.. it burnt out. Leaving us and Jonny and June in the dark....
Thank you Dan and Manda for the shadow puppet show.
I enjoyed that.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
This morning the snow was still sparkling... and the sun was shining, and the wind died down... all was right with the world.
I'd only forgotten this:: ice is slippery.
I got a gooooood workout this morning.
I am now going to watch episode after episode of Alias season 4...
can I call in sick tonight?
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
At first it looked like another cheesy video link. But then, after a few seconds I realized that I should probably pick my jaw up from the floor. I found it pretty emotional. And now I'm wondering what the heck I was doing wrong at the sand station in nursery school. If you don't have high(ish) speed, don't bother, the video is 9 mins long.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I do believe that perhaps you should be wearing your reading glasses.
.... look under the heading "fun stuff" on the left hand side of the page... oh! what's this???? the first item under this heading is none other than Soulhouse???? oh... my... how could it have been missed?
Friday night eh-Tanya and I headed thru the great white North (it was snowing) to the town of Harwood for our third annual Scrapbooking weekend. Ok, don't give up on me here... hang on.
Each year, a group of 8 of us go to Elijah House for two nights of cropping and pasting. oh... right... and Bonnie's Karaoke machine. Each year eh-Tan and I make complete fools of ourselves as we attempt Cher, The Commmitments, and Elton... Each year we vow we'll be better... and we never are. *sigh* at least there's some great footage for eh-Tan's wedding.
I was pretty pleased with myself... I finally got some stuff done on my Watoto book (ok, yeah, I got a little sidetracked there) AND I completed 12 pages in my Togo book!!!! my plan (when I finish this one.. which will be soon) is to just start at that point in time with the scrapbooking.. no more of this working on past events.. I want to start "creating memories" of the now, my friends, my family.
I do have to admit though that the working on these books has been so good for me. It's been my debriefing, despite the fact that I never get to share them with anyone (because lets face it, you don't want to flip thru page after page of people and places you don't have a connection with) in putting together these books, I've been able to process a lot of the things that I saw and felt over the course of being there. Going back and reading journal entries, remembering activities and events....
When I came home from the year with Watoto... I jumped right into a different world ... one that was falling apart around me, and in leaving for Togo, I left just as things were beginning to stabilize... but were still so unfamiliar.
I find daily I'm still trying to figure out up from down. Still trying to sort out who I've become from all these experiences.... Having a weekend focused on just that discovery process was so so good for me.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
What I was GOING to say... was that I was disappointed this morning on my walk... I generally average a "two honk, one wave" morning... and all I got was one late wave... oh, and I ran into my dad too.. so that was kinda nice.
Where are the people in my neighborhood? in my neighborhood? in my neighborhood?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Time to put your words into action,
My buddy Kevin (out West) is having some pretty serious medical issues. Last week he was having huge headaches, then he lost some use of his left side... he's been in for some testing (including CT scan).
Pray that whatever's going on... well... that it would go away!
Last night was::
and did I mention embarrassing?
Thank you... perhaps there will be an encore presentation.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I remember oft' being mocked for scrapbooking.
now that the boys have decided karaoke's cool... everyone wants to go...
*sigh* I'm jealous ~ I have to work.
This is the weekend of the much anticipated scrapbooking retreat... there will be karaoke.
I could listen to Christmas music all year long (much to the dismay of many) all that is missing now, aside from the Nylons and the Christmas tree itself.... is a big glass of rum and egg nog.
Monday, November 14, 2005
tonight I had to apologize to my roomie for my lack of words... She'd just finished my third sentence...
I'm losing my words....
but her reply was priceless..
"That's ok... words are underrated.
I mean overrated"
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Saturday, November 12, 2005
It started like any other morning... there was waking, there was breakfasting, there was combing of the hair and there was rushing out the door because I've stayed too late doing other fun things. I arrived at the car park to meet with Tanya Hillary and Colleen for a day of bride's maid adventure.... poor Colleen was sick so she left the hunting up to us.... and the fun began.
Yes, there was much singing.
Yes, there was much dancing.
Yes, there was much driving.
Yes, there was much munching and lunching.
Yes, there was much deliberation over colour swatches.
And Yes.... there was much trying on of dresses... primarily by moi. Like many a bride's maid parties, we come in a variety of shapes and sizes. According to the factories and suppliers, I seem to be close to average. (yessssssss! said with Napoleon flare)
At store number 7 or 8 we hit gold... now, I don't think it's the one that we're going to be getting for Tan's wedding, but I plan on getting a second job in order to purchase it...
I am the love goddess.
I wanted to wear that puppy out on the town right then and there... they had red on the rack.
to wear the red,
receive many engagement proposals,
then order it in white.
This is still my plan.
Friday, November 11, 2005
What the heck.
I've been pretty good this year, I've been putting off decorating the house... I figured I had to at least wait till after today... sooo, I made it to lunch time... then I pulled out the boxes of decorations.
However... Christmas decorations may not go up until I've had my "Christmas in the tub".
And, well... it seems that we may have a delay.
Les, what's Christmas in the tub?
dear friends.... it's exactly what it sounds like... me. in the tub. many bubbles. singing Christmassy tunes.
you're not serious?
yes... yes I am. It's generally me and the Nylons hanging out, singin... croonin... livin it up. Then there's a little bit of Ella and Co singing "baby it's cold outside". Then and only then can the uletide decorations festivate the house.
I don't think "festivate" is a word.
it is now. But here is where the problem lies::: I can't find my copy of The Nylons "harmony the Christmas Songs". I found the cassette case... no cassette... no CD, no CD case.... this my friends is quite serious. Tomorrow is a day of shopping with the girls as we search the T dot O dot for bridesmaid dresses.... perhaps we will be needing to make a stop at Sam's.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
I got to work 17 minutes later.
Now... let's get this straight... I wasn't one of those kids who slept in... this was at Curtis Chicks... we started at 5:25 each morning. And I walked. Uphill, both ways, in the snow, barefoot, carrying a load of coal, and my children on my back and... oh sorry.. wrong life.
the one thing I dread is to be woken by the telephone...
This morning my phone rang at 7:50. This had the potential to ruin the day.
Thankfully, it was a call inviting me to go to the Royal Winter Fair.... not something that could ruin my day at all.
THEN my alarm clock went off just a little while later (it's set to radio)...
and what came on?
A little bita Gordon Lightfoot... a little bita the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
today is the 30th anniversary of that day...
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
I was scared to death... but it's good to further one's knowledge.... started bass lessons yesterday and afterwards wanted DESPERATELY to call in sick so I could become "THE next best player in the world".
I think the best part was that my teacher was just as scared as myself. He's a young guy, just started teaching.... he kept knocking things over, hands were shaking... seriously that was the BEST thing that could have happened.... I paced around the apartment for about 40 mins before my lesson... watching the clock, trying to decided how early was too early.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Hey, remember the concussion? and the oddities that happened because of said injury?
Weeeeeeeellllll.... back in those days of haze, I was handed a CD by David Newland. If you want to hear the whole story surrounding the actual reception of the CD... meh, you'll have to live in suspense... it was really quite embarrassing.
(did you happen to notice that I'm adding a lot of extra letters to my writing today? ehhhhh?)
Over in the "links to people I don't know, but enjoy reading their blogs despite that" section, you'll find Mr. Newland. Not just in his songs, but in his blog entries too... This is a guy with well placed words. He can take you to the place where his story is happening, and have you wanting to hold those places (and people) in your own eyes. I have a tendency to lean towards empathy... ok ok, I'm overly empathetic (pathetic?) and still, I love things that are able to manipulate me into feeling their pain and their joy. There's this one song (track 6 on my copy) that makes me cry over and over again ~ a young girl is traveling by bus to reach the unknown, pregnant, alone... ok, my poor summary won't do it justice... but I've probably already subjected you to it if you've been over lately...
how long does it take this greyhound bus to get to the end of the rainbow?
there's a pot of gold for the two of us, I know there is, I know
How exciting, I've always wanted to steal Promo Girl's job.... this could be a step in the right direction!
Will you be in the Cobourg area? or should I send some postage?
hey... thanks very much!
From: "David Newland"Probably from one blogger to another, it would be considered promo...
To: "Lady Lesley Marie Boileau"
Subject: Re: so....
Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 17:26:21 -0500----- Original Message -----From: Lesley MarieTo: david newlandSent: Tuesday, November 08, 2005 5:04 PMSubject: RE: so....
sure would... how much would something like that be going for?
From: "David Newland"
To: Lesley Marie
Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 12:36:12 -0500
Would you like a REAL copy of the REAL Cd, with the songs in the right order and everything?
Performer & Host
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Today I was on sound board, and as per usual I was schedualed to work "with" someone. I worked hard to not take over. I don't think I did.. but I'm afraid that maybe my frustrations might have showed thru. It's hard to find the right balance between hiding your thoughts/feelings in order not to hurt someone and being a phoney. I don't want to be a phony.... but at the same time... It's frustrating when people don't pull their own weight.
Praise God that most of our team is so amazing- and that we've got enough history behind us that little things don't matter too much.
Friday, November 04, 2005
I suck (for now).
And my fingers are mighty sore. BUT, it's something I've always wanted to do. I just got off the phone with George (as in George's guitars) and he's checking with my new teacher as to times for us to meet and beat.
Here's the thing...
as you've noticed... I stress. And I want things to be "just right".... so learning bites. I'm not able to play the way I imagine myself to play.... and I don't hear what I assume I should hear... and I'm not nearly as fast as I think I should be... so don't think I'm going to be playing for any of you any time soon ok?
Thanks for puttin up with me.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
The last block before the beach I could hear it.
One long train.
But it wasn't ending... as I got to the beach I realized it was the lake, roaring.
I sat for about 5 mins just watching the waves run over eachother...
Out on the pier, the waves would hit and be thrown up in the air... there were some cars out at the end, and the spray reached two or three times their height.
After awhile the sound was too much... I knew it was the lake, but my ears still recognized it as a train... and it should have been ending.
What a gorgeous day.
I went to the O with SarahDoula and Mandamanda, we dined, we enjoyed.
BUT the best part was when we drove up and I heard sweet Suzie Vinnick's voice floating past... yes, that's right... it was Wednesday, the night of good music at the Oasis.
the not-so-best-part was that I had forgotten to check who was playing! Of course, we couldn't get a seat in the bar and despite sweet smiles from three lovely ladies... the door guy wouldn't let us in. We were banished to the back room, to a table by a drafty window beneath a speaker that was on a one hour loop of music, served by a woman who was obviously too busy enjoying the music up front to care what we wanted to order. *sigh*
All was not lost, after we ate, the girls were kind enough to stand with me in the doorway long enough to (slightly) satisfy my ears.
Today I was out at the plaza across the way (the one which houses NoFrill and various other stores) I was just walking along, minding my own business... when who should walk past???? SUZIE!
So... what do I do???NOTHING!!! Because I'm pretty much a dork.
I love Suzie's music... She's pretty much super cool.
I admire her.. and you should buy her CDs.
ok... ok... I didn't really do "nothing" I.. um.... might have decided that I really REALLY needed to buy some Gala apples....
you know, and maybe... um... by chance... um.... run into her? And.... um... tell her how super cool she is? And how I love her music, and how I pretty much figure she's my female-music-hero.
But then! I was intercepted by this elderly lady who toddled into my path and stood between me and Suzie in the line-up.. and then I couldn't catch her eye to start a conversation with her....
there's no "and then"
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Scratch that, I have MANY drums... I like them.. I bring them home with me... I don't know why... I'm afraid to play them.. the sound is so intimidating!
But really, I have just one drum (that matters)... my D'jembe. His name is Sheabu. (Don't ask)
Yesterday, with hesitation... I handed my bu-bu to another (again.. don't ask). And while I know he's in good hands... it was hard.
The other day I was talking about my "baby" to someone... and someone else was sort of listening in to the conversation... not really participating in the conversation... but hanging on to the fringe. Suddenly! He turns to me and exclaims "YOU HAD A BABY?"
And said yes.
I don't let myself listen to ANY dance music anymore.. it's far too easy for the DJ to morph two songs into eachother.. thereby TRAPPING me in my vehicle for song after song (ok, generally it's two songs tops before I break down and get out.)
The problem (of late) is the van at work... the music keeps playing until someone in the front opens their door- even after the engine has stopped. This has led to me inadvertently hearing the next notes of the next song... (because I've forgotten this phenom) and subsequently staying in the van till it too has finished... BUT it also means that sometimes someone will OPEN THE DOOR while I'm still listening to a song... which means that I then have to restart the van to finish the song!!!! UG.. what trauma...
I am OCD... this confirms it.
Last night was something new.
Last night I was listening to CBC- I got off work a little early (10:40 in fact!) when I hopped into my little car, I was met by the opening lines of a story.... yes, that's right, I arrived in my vehicle just as "between the covers" was starting. It's a 3-4 min drive from work to home... But it was such a great story.. that I drove around the block twice, then pulled up beside the tannery and listened to the rest of the story.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
But I'm not sure if there's a difference.
I learn by seeing, but in seeing I'm touching, if only with my eyes.... and the things that I remember best are visually pleasing. But... the things I find visually pleasing... are things that are stimulating in a tactile sense.
I like pretty things... but pretty things that would be nice to touch.
Do I like to touch them because they are pretty... or do I think they are pretty because I'd like to touch them?
I'm sounding a little OCD.
But what I wanted to get out is... I like autumn.