...as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth

So a while ago I took myself out on a date. And I had an amazing time. Went for dinner, did some window shopping, and to get really cliche I went in a photobooth then went to a musical. So fantastic. A kind man even offered to pay for my parking and I got two free things at my favorite store of all time (the patch.) Doesn't get much better then that. I have scanned my photobooth pictures as an example of what NOT to do in that tiny cubicle in your 10 seconds of fame..err frame. I didn't bother to fix the horrible exposure or the red glow shining from my skin but that is the beauty of these things. They are so totally awful that they are almost nice. ALMOST.

Just a tip, when you put your money in you better be ready or you will get exhibit #1.

Accepting Change

My mediation for today was so bang on with where I am at in my life I must get sentimental (just for a moment) and share it with you.

The winds of change blow through our life, sometimes gently, sometimes like a tropical storm. Yes, we have resting places - time to adjust to another level of living, time to get our balance, time to enjoy the rewards. We have time to catch our breath.But change is inevitable, and desirable.Sometimes, when the winds of change begin to rustle, we're not certain the change is for the better. We may call it stress or a temporary condition, certain we'll be restored to normal. Sometimes, we resist. We tuck our head down and buck the wind, hoping that things will quickly calm down, get back to the way things were. Is it possible we're being prepared for a new "normal"?Change will sweep through our life, as needed, to take us where we're going. We can trust that our Higher Power has a plan in mind, even when we don't know where the changes are leading.We can trust that the change-taking place is good. The wind will take us where we need to go.
You are reading from the book:

The Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie

Speaking of change I have been through a lot lately. It is funny how I can write about such mundane things and go on and on forever about nothing, but I fail to ever mention anything of real significance going on in my life. For some reason, I never talk about the things in life that REALLY matter. I think it is slightly out of fear of showing who I really am. Not that the me writing in this blog is any different......

Anyways. For a quick life update I have done the following in the past 6 months:
- bought my first home - that which I furnished for under 500 dollars.
- adopted a kitten named Isabel. She controls the world just in case you were wondering.
- Visited my hometown for the first time in 4 years
- Got a motorbike (Honda VTR 250) and my full bike license

I have done the following things within the past year or more:
- went on a cruise to alaska
- started geocaching - 1 more to go until my 50th find!
- Got a promotion at (at the addiction recovery center in which I work)
- Auditioned for Canadian Idol, only made it past the first round
- Sold my first piece of art

As you can see, deep down I am a fairly simple person. I just have the ability to develop complex insight in normal situations. Thus resulting in having a morsel of interesting things to write about.

Today is my life day. I needed it to be able to take care of some real life complexity involving student loan and MSP mishaps. I should probably pay my overdue fees at the movie store if I ever want to rent a movie again. *yawn* no wonder I am on my blog procrastinating.

Where is my mind and socks?

So the other night, I and some co-workers of mine were taken out by our boss for a rather fancy dinner. I was not pre-warned as to the fancy factor of this fine dining facility, so I expressed my concern as my co-worker and I (last to arrive of course) entered the restaurant. For some reason, I felt compelled to comment "I hope I am dressed well enough for this place, it looks pretty fancy." As she opens the door she reassures me that I look lovely. In the midst of my inability to graciously accept a compliment and leave it at that I add "But my socks don't match!"

You can guess what happens next.

She starts laughing hysterically. It's contagious and I start laughing. We both enter through the foyer to realize.....Our entire party is sitting in awe at us as we come around the corner....and along with them, the others in this TINY space of complete silence. The only thing we know to do....is laugh even more.

oopsies.

We had an amazing dinner, easy for me to say the best I have ever had. We had a great time with good company. As we leave we say our goodbyes and thank yous (for about the 5th time). My friend and I walking down the boardwalk to our cars as the others head up the hill to theirs I pull up my pants to reveal just how unmatched my socks were. And you thought the situation in the restaurant was bad. We practically had the entire town captured by our exuberant cackling. We couldn't move. Maybe when you see this picture you may see why:

When my life is busy and stressful - socks tend to be preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeety far down on the priority list. I haven't had a matched pair in about a week. I figure it is time to tackle the laundry and get back to the sock matching. Maybe the chaos of the rest of my life will subside along with it. My unmatched socks are definitely a reflection of how the rest of my life is going, so maybe if I put them together, everything else will follow? Wishful thinking? I'm hoping for a miracle. Not setting my hopes up to high or anything.

The Pixies say it best

With your feet in the air and
Your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it,
Your head will collapse
But theres nothing in it.
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?

overdue, and paying for it

So I got a phone call from the local moving renting facility kindly reminding me that I have late fees incurring on a movie I have rented. If the movie store can have a system efficient enough to have a previously recorded message call me to remind me of my running bill of late fees, why can't more significant organizations such as BC student loan services call to tell me important things like "we tried to take money out of your old account and forgot you no longer use it even though you told us a month ago and now you going to incur overage fees because we can withdraw money when it does not exist." The library is even organized enough to let me know via email or phone, whichever I prefer, that my books are GOING to be due soon, and also offer me the option to renew. How is that possible, they don't even get any money from me. I am skeptical.

My phone company can't even tell me that I am magically making calls from the United States when I am clearly well within the Canadian border. I don't even use my phone and they get over 50 dollars a month from me. I wonder what would happen if they started working non profit, maybe something would actually be right for once.

I wrote this thinking I would feel a little better after whining, but now i am even more perplexed then before.