Bunday Monday

not an incredibly flattering picture of me... but look at that arm-load of bunnies! Normally spazzy Fynn has calmed right down with the addition of Pontouf in my arms... no more "bun on my head" *phew*

SVFF

friends... I love you ...
I realize that at this time of year, I have a tendency to disappear.. to ignore you... to ahhemmm.. maybe even snub you.
But there's a darn good reason.
IT'S FESTIVAL SEASON!!!

however... please, if you see me, and I've been wearing my pants backwards all day, even if I have been ignoring you, tell me.
please?

8 secrets.

oh man... I've been tagged.

I'm suppose to give you 8 secrets about me... I have to think about them first.
Who has secrets????

click the picture for the post secret video :)

small town lovin'

here's a sampler of why I love a small town.

I went for my coffee the other morning, downtown, at the Bean. As I approach, I'm greeted by an older man sitting at "his" table, he asks me how the new job is going.
I walk into the Bean, the owner yells from the back of the store "Lester, Bester, Pester!" (variations on my name that only he can pull off) I flip open the lid of the coffee card box, and taped to the lid is my card.... someone's been adding their stamps to it. I pay, and glance at the "question of the day" ... the man in the back corner yells "you're too late Les".

Outside the shop, the man from the mountain equipment store asks me why I'm not riding my bike today. I cross the street back to my car, as I get in I hear a faint "hey!" being yelled from the window in an apartment above the street... I glance up, and see my neighbour, working construction finishing the details on the iron-worked balcony.

Later I'm driving, waiting to turn left at an intersection, a small boy is waiting to cross the street, standing beside his bike. The light changes, and he waits.... I wave him to go ahead, and he races across the street, but not before yelling out "Thanks Miss!".

I'm in a store, wandering and enjoying the air conditioning.... when a woman walks up to me and says "Hi, I was wondering... where did you get that tee-shirt you're wearing? I really like it... and it looks really good on you." Her teen aged daughter stands smiling beside her....

I walk to my grocery store, and the lady doesn't ask me if I want to buy a bag, she remembers... I pull my fabric bag out of my pocket after I've paid....

I walk home and at the corner am greeted by a friend I haven't seen in a bit in her car, we block the intersection for awhile, but people drive around... she gets a little animated in her conversation, retelling a story, and a neighbour who's walking home overhears and asks us if everything is ok (greeting us both by name).

*le sigh*
good stuffs.
this never happens on a weekend
tourists.
shesh.

Bridges over Northumberland County

ok, I stole the title from Ruth....

The following link is for an on-line petition,
to name the portion of Highway 401 from Trenton to Toronto to the "Highway of Heroes" ... this is the portion of highway that all fallen soldiers travel, when they are returned home.
http://www.petitiononline.com/401Hero/
Here is a link from the local newspaper verifying this story:http://www.northumberlandtoday.com/webapp/sitepages/content.asp?contentid=663817&catname=Local%20News&classif=News%20Live

the office

as in... the tv show.. and my new life!
ok, so I won't be there (in the office) in the future as much as I am now... but... for now, my reality is pretty similar to the show.
really.
I love it!
I was created for this environment... I have NO bloody clue what I'm doing (there's a lot to take in right now) but.... it's great.
so, if you think of it, pray for me. I'm trying to absorb a ton of info, in a limited time (as I have next week off for SVFF). Thankfully, it's not expected that I figure everything out right away... my boss said give it a month before any of it makes sense... so I'm clinging to that hope.

Ninjas, please pray for some friends of mine as they are on the hunt for a house!!! pray that the right thing for the right price would come their way.... and SOON!

I was looking at my calendar... it's the end of AUGUST!!!! how did this happen???? SVFF is only a few days away.... eeeeeeeek! so much to do... if I disappear for a little while... you'll know which field to find me in

Bunday Monday

Can wii play?

ahhh... did I do that?

As with any new job, there are reams and reams of paper to be read, countless polices to put to heart, and names to put with faces.
I'm feeling silly.
I've been in and out of that building nearly daily for 6 years prior to being employed there.
And, in that time, I've met... pretty much every person who works there, or is supported there. Now, here's the problem.. it's not that I've "met" them for real, it's more, I've heard their name in passing, or, just seen them so often that they deserve the Canadian traditional greeting "hey how's it going, [insert comment about the weather being too hot or too cold or too dry or too wet], see you later!" So, combine that with- my inherent inability to remember names... and you've got a disaster.
There are about 20 staff in this building... they all know my name... and I can't remember who is who.... thankfully though, there are multiple Tracy's Tammy's and Patty's, so I figure I have to get it right some of the time.

I LOVE the admin lady... though mostly she spends her time laughing at me as I wander around trying to orient myself.... she's approached me 7... yes, 7 times in the two days I've been working for them asking me how to pronounce my last name... I heard rumour that she's extremely nervous she's going to mispronounce it on the tele-directory... I didn't bother to tell her she's misspelled my first name on everything.

Ok, so... I'm sitting with one of the managers today and she's giving little antidotes of things that have happened, and how they fit under policy...one after another....no word of a lie...

Her::"So, on occasion there are minor accidents that occur on the property, and so and so is the one you'd go to see about such and such.... for example, there was a time that someone backed their vehicle into the hand rails and they needed to be repaired"
Me:: "uh... that was me"
Her:: "oh!" (starts laughing)

Her:: "on occasion our own personal property can get ruined... yadda yadda yadda.... for example, if you were to drop your cell phone and have it run over in the parking lot..."
Me:: "uh... that was me too"
Her:: (nearly doubles over in laughter) "I was just using that as a fake example" (more laughter)
Admin lady:: (walks into the room) "now, has she told you what to do in case you run anything over with your car?"
Her:: "we've got to get this girl a parking space so she doesn't have to drive around"
(cackling)
Me:: bright red.


I'll find the link to the van back-up incident eventually.. ever get caught up in reading your own archives?

recycled

I spent some time at value village this week, and dove in to try to find a lovely treasure for myself...
I did find a fantastic hoodie... dark green, cozy.
And, it came with an "extra special bonus", someone's old kleenex.

great.

snooze

I love my snooze button... I'm sure I've mentioned it before. Last year, when my dad asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I knew right away. An alarm clock, with a single GIANT snooze button on the top, so I couldn't turn off the alarm by accident (a huge problem with my old one). So, sure enough, for my birthday, I opened the bag, and sitting pretty there was my new lovely. One who'd sit faithfully by me, nudging me awake in seven minute intervals.
I love my snooze button.
It was with great sadness (ok, not really... ok, maybe it was with glee) that I hit it for it's final time this morning. Today is my last morning at CH.
Starting tomorrow, I start my work day at 9:00... and on a few golden days.... 9:30!
halla-loo.