Oh babydog

I had to say goodbye to a dear friend yesterday.  Jellybean, Jelly, Jellydog, Babydog, Stinkerboxer, Stinks, Girlie, Pooch, Poocher, Puppers, Lill'dog, Ratnick, Beaner, Jellybelly...

not much more to give.

I'm finding the day 11 and day 12 in the 12 day work week hard lately. There's a lot going on at the day job, GTI is heavy on my heart, there's ... well, there's a lot to think about right now... Then there's the youth group.
I won't say much more than that, though my roomie did refer to them as a "uterus shrinking group" after hearing about them. I will not be having teenagers. I will give them away when they reach 9 years.
I like things to go well, I like to fix things, and I like there to be no tension. If someone is upset with me, I like to work it out. However...I decided that maybe something needs to change.... I woke up in the night last night, after letting someone down in a dream... it was after about half an hour of trying to get back to sleep to "fix" it that I realized ... uh.. duh... it wasn't with real people, it didn't really matter.

shesh

a regular bake off!

The other day I was out with a friend I hadn't seen in ... two years? (Maybe less... I catch him every time he comes to Ontario... I'll check the archives later...) Anyway, we were out for coffee catching up, then went to wander the mall in the Petes. This friend and I worked together in the drop in centre for a few years, worked most shifts together and often got called on to run an errand or two together... he's a great guy and I've missed him since he's moved out west. He has this.... endearing way of saying "aaaawwww, muffin!", that's kinda catchy, and over time, he became known (at least in my mind) as Muffin.
When I moved back to this area I met another guy by the same first name, and over time, I started calling him Muffin too... it seemed only natural.

Muffin the original and I are wandering the mall, chatting away, when we round a corner... and there... standing before us .... is Muffin number two.

Have you ever had your worlds collide? I'm talking about the left hand meeting the right hand... ok, maybe not so drastic... Friends from one part of your life meeting the friends from another part of your life...
Thankfully I'm pretty much the same person no matter where I am... True enough I'm a little more mature where work is concerned, but other than that, I'm me. When those worlds collide... sometimes you're just left.... stunned. And confused.

It was then that I had to break it to the Muffins that they weren't all that special after all... they shared a name with someone else...

I watched number two eye number one ... "you mean I'm not the original Muffin??!" (slightly shocked... slightly amused)

"it's like a regular bake shop out here today"

curses

swears thrown at you publishers!

Just as I'm enjoying a great book... loving what's going on, content to have left the real world and snuggled all cozy with my fictional friends... you go and screw things up!

I yelled out loud today. In my car. No, not driving. While waiting for an appointment. Reading.

I turned the page in my nearly finished book... only to discover that indeed my book was done. The remaining 30 pages we just previews for other books!

who does that???
Ugh. Now I have to go to the library again.

nooooooooo

just when you thought you'd found everything to kill that second of free time you thought you had... just when you thought you had your addiction to the interawebs under control.... it got worse.
I mean... alot worse.
in a good way.

Blogger released, last month, a nifty little tool that has just allowed me to waste 20 mins of time I didn't have.

I think it's called blogger play, (or play blogger?) but what it does is allow you to see the pictures that are being uploaded to blogger at any given time of the day... in nearly real time.... I'm going to have to start monitoring it to see what happens over the course of a day.... I was seeing lots of Asian photos when I was looking... could it be because it's mid-day to the East? I'm going to have to test my hypothesis.

so, go check it out... I've added a convenient link in the side bar for us to be enthralled together.

(this also explains the strange entries to my blog of late... I couldn't figure out the referral site)

little ditty

here's a little song that gets stuck in my head these days, and while it doesn't totally reflect the nature of my past.... I hum it.

As featured this month on David Newland's page... (and written by the jaunty cap wearer himself)

Well it's over, when it's over
And it's over when you're walking in the rain
And you'll never get that feeling back again, oh
When it's over and you're walking in the rain

And it's over, when it's over
And you're lugging all your luggage down the lane
And you're never gonna pass that way again, oh
When it's over and you're walking in the rain

We had so many things to talk about
On the sunny days when skies were bright and blue
Now I only seem to walk about
And the only thing that's blue
Is the heart that wasn't true...

Well it's over, when it's over
And it's over when you're walking in the rain
And you'll never get that feeling back again, oh
When it's over and you're walking in the rain
And it's over, when it's over

And you're lugging all your luggage down the lane
And you're never gonna pass that way again, oh
When it's over and you're walking in the rain

Tweet tweet, starlings in the maple leaves
Singing silly songs of love's refrain
Sweet sweet darling how my poor heart grieves
In this lonely little lane
Trudging for the train...

Well it's over, when it's over
And it's over when you're walking in the rain
And you'll never get that feeling back again, oh
When it's over and you're walking in the rain

And it's over, when it's over
And you're lugging all your luggage down the lane
And you're never gonna pass that way again, oh
When it's over and you're walking in the rain