February 15, 2010
LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): Try to stick with what you know today. Though you may love the allure of the new, you should save it for a time when your reserves of personal energy are considerably higher. That shouldn't be long!
Laura’s Log:
Who knew that V-Day would lead to a date?! As Tamara and I waited for a table yesterday at Long’s Noodle House, a coworker of hers from the ad agency was waiting with a buddy. I was relieved that there was someone else Tamara knew since she was verging on getting weepy anew. She snapped out of it with Derrick present. We chatted at length about the Olympics—what else?—during our 30-minute wait and Derrick seemed to take an interest in me. His bud, Ron or Rob, seemed ruled by his stomach as he drifted away from the conversation to study (memorize?) the menu. Derrick was about to offer us his table and wait a little longer, but Ron/Rob’s eyes bulged and his hand turned to talon as it clenched Derrick’s shoulder. Yes, we’d wait longer, but Derrick asked for my phone number. He called later in the evening and we’re going out tomorrow. I like a guy who doesn’t wait around for days, trying to play it cool.
Tamara acted pleased, but then confided that Derrick can be an ass at work. Thinks his ideas are superior, doesn’t listen to others and, when he does, mocks their ideas. I didn’t see that side of him and, since I don’t have to work with him, I don’t see a problem.
Going with Tamara to Nadia’s tonight. It’s been ages since the three of us had a Girls’ Night. Nadia is making a low fat tiramisu—Is that something you really want to skimp on?—I’m bringing the Bailey’s and Tamara promises to bring a happy face (as long as no one mentions Edmonton). We’ll channel surf between pairs figure skating and our old steady, “The Bachelor”.
Joblessness notwithstanding, things are starting to look normal, even bright, again!
KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
OH, YEAH! GO CANADA! NOTHING LIKE A GOLD MEDAL TO SHAKE THE V-DAY BLUES. COURSE, IT’S NOT MY MEDAL—LAST TIME I DID A MOGUL RUN I ALMOST COUGHED UP MY HEALTHY CINNAMON BUN BREKKIE—BUT WHATEVER.
SPEAKING OF COUGHING UP, DON’T KNOW WHAT THE CANUCKS WERE DOING IN MINNESOTA. NO EDGE. TOO CONTENT ON A 50/50 ROAD TRIP. AND WHERE WAS LUONGO? THINK HIS HEAD WAS ALREADY IN THE OLYMPICS. LET’S HOPE HE REMEMBERS HOW TO STOP A PUCK WHEN HE JOINS TEAM CANADA.
THE BOSS IS GIVING US THE OPTION OF WORKING FROM HOME DURING THE OLYMPICS, BUT I CAN WALK TO WORK. WILL BE NICE TO HAVE FEWER PEOPLE IN. ESPECIALLY NICE WITH MARJORIE NOT YAMMERING AWAY ABOUT THE LATEST “EXTREME MAKEOVER” HOUSE, THE BEST PLACE TO BUY PIPE CLEANERS & OTHER INANE TOPICS. TOO MUCH TO DO ON THE BURNABY PROJECT. I CAN FOCUS BETTER IN THE OFFICE.
COFFEE DATE AFTER WORK TOMORROW W/ANOTHER WOMAN FROM PLENTYOFFISH. COULDN’T MANAGE TO GET UP & JOG TODAY. WILL FEAST ON CARROT STICKS & BANANAS TODAY. YEAH, I’M SUCH A GIRL. WILL TRY THE EXERCISE BIKE IN THE FITNESS ROOM TONITE & HIT THE JOGGING TRAIL AGAIN TOMORROW. SARA SAYS IT’S GOOD THAT I’M STARTING TO CARE ABOUT WHAT I LOOK LIKE AGAIN. GAWD, WHAT DID SHE THINK ABOUT ME THE PAST 4 MONTHS? WHAT DID OTHERS THINK? WHERE WAS RICHARD SIMMONS TO BITCH-SLAP ME?
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Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
TAKING A PASS ON VALENTINE'S DAY
February 14, 2010
LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): Don't volunteer for anything today -- you need to make sure that you're clear when other projects come your way in the near future. If you can avoid taking on new tasks, you should be good to go.
Laura’s Log:
“Can you get Mom to back off?” It was Lucy. 8:15. How had I slept so late? I urgently reached for Tupper. Still breathing. Thank God.
Being awakened by the phone had me feeling frantic. “Where are you calling from? You in jail?”
“WHAT?!” Lucy screamed. “Are you accusing me of smashing windows too? What’s with this family?!”
“Don’t act so indignant,” I said as I sat up and became more clear-headed. The piercing scream helped. “You wear your protesting like a badge of honor.”
“I’m totally against violence. You know that. Can you remind Mom? She left like ten messages for me yesterday, telling me I was ruining the city’s image and saying I was mixed up with hoodlums.”
“Were you there?”
“I was around.”
“What the hell were you guys thinking?” I’d seen the coverage on the news last night. Smashed windows at The Bay, protesters in black hoodies and masks. They seemed to be alienating everyone.
“I didn’t do it. It was some faction that just showed up with its own agenda.”
“There’s a surprise.”
“Look, I’m asking you to join us today. We need to beef up our numbers.” Was this a joke? Or was the cause, as ill-defined as it was, that desperate?
“Losing too many to jail, I guess.”
“Fuck you!” Click. Even if she hadn’t condoned yesterday’s vandalism, the violence was rubbing off. Lucy hadn’t flung the F word at me since university.
Did she really think I’d agree to joining the Olympic protests? Not that they were really protesting the Olympics, from what I could tell from the news last night. Seemed more like a desperate excuse to grab the spotlight with foreign media in town. A bunch of nebulous complaining about Big Brother as far as I could tell.
Not what I wanted to wake up to. I’d had enough drama. Late night due to a marathon session yesterday trying to console Tamara. Today will be even more brutal. My V-Day despair takes a backseat to Tamara’s as she continues to deal with being dumped. Andy, naïve clod that he apparently is, continues to campaign for a long-distance relationship with Tamara. “I didn’t want to move there,” Tamara said during a brief break from sobbing. “Why the hell would I want to spend my weekends flying there?”
We’ve decided to focus on Chinese New Year today. Gung hay fat choy! Will try to get a table at Long’s Noodle House for lunch. After that, maybe some Olympic viewing. So glad there are other distractions on V-Day this year!
KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
FIRST VALENTINE’S IN 8 YRS I DON’T HAVE TO RUN AROUND BUYING CHOCOLATE. GOTTA ADMIT I MISS IT NOW. NOT GOING TO DWELL ON IT. MARTY’S COMING OVER FOR TO LISTEN TO THE CANUCKS ON THE RADIO WHILE WE WATCH THE OLYMPICS. CAN’T EVEN MENTION VALENTINE’S AROUND HIM. IF I GO THERE, HE’LL GIVE ME A GOOD KICK IN THE ASS. SOMETIMES HAVING AN UNSENTIMENTAL, LOVE-PHOBIC BEST BUD IS A GOOD THING.
ROCK CLIMBING W/TRAVIS YESTERDAY WAS OKAY. HE USED CAVEMAN/TARZAN GRUNTS AND MONOSYLLABIC UTTERANCES TO COMMUNICATE BUT I RECALL PUTTING UP THE SAME WALL W/MY PARENTS. SOMEHOW I ALWAYS THOUGHT I’D BE ABLE TO STAY THE COOL UNCLE THRU HIS TEENS. CAUGHT HIM SMILING A FEW TIMES. MUST’VE NEEDED A BREAK FROM ROLLING HIS EYES. THINK I IMPRESSED HIM W/MY CLIMBING SKILLS. THEN AGAIN, HE MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN AMAZED THE CABLES COULD SUPPORT FAT UNCLE KEN.
SARA INVITED ME FOR DINNER TONITE BUT I’M NOT READY TO TAKE OVER AS FATHER FIGURE. WORK TRAVEL OR NOT, JERRY’S GOTTA STEP UP.
LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): Don't volunteer for anything today -- you need to make sure that you're clear when other projects come your way in the near future. If you can avoid taking on new tasks, you should be good to go.
Laura’s Log:
“Can you get Mom to back off?” It was Lucy. 8:15. How had I slept so late? I urgently reached for Tupper. Still breathing. Thank God.
Being awakened by the phone had me feeling frantic. “Where are you calling from? You in jail?”
“WHAT?!” Lucy screamed. “Are you accusing me of smashing windows too? What’s with this family?!”
“Don’t act so indignant,” I said as I sat up and became more clear-headed. The piercing scream helped. “You wear your protesting like a badge of honor.”
“I’m totally against violence. You know that. Can you remind Mom? She left like ten messages for me yesterday, telling me I was ruining the city’s image and saying I was mixed up with hoodlums.”
“Were you there?”
“I was around.”
“What the hell were you guys thinking?” I’d seen the coverage on the news last night. Smashed windows at The Bay, protesters in black hoodies and masks. They seemed to be alienating everyone.
“I didn’t do it. It was some faction that just showed up with its own agenda.”
“There’s a surprise.”
“Look, I’m asking you to join us today. We need to beef up our numbers.” Was this a joke? Or was the cause, as ill-defined as it was, that desperate?
“Losing too many to jail, I guess.”
“Fuck you!” Click. Even if she hadn’t condoned yesterday’s vandalism, the violence was rubbing off. Lucy hadn’t flung the F word at me since university.
Did she really think I’d agree to joining the Olympic protests? Not that they were really protesting the Olympics, from what I could tell from the news last night. Seemed more like a desperate excuse to grab the spotlight with foreign media in town. A bunch of nebulous complaining about Big Brother as far as I could tell.
Not what I wanted to wake up to. I’d had enough drama. Late night due to a marathon session yesterday trying to console Tamara. Today will be even more brutal. My V-Day despair takes a backseat to Tamara’s as she continues to deal with being dumped. Andy, naïve clod that he apparently is, continues to campaign for a long-distance relationship with Tamara. “I didn’t want to move there,” Tamara said during a brief break from sobbing. “Why the hell would I want to spend my weekends flying there?”
We’ve decided to focus on Chinese New Year today. Gung hay fat choy! Will try to get a table at Long’s Noodle House for lunch. After that, maybe some Olympic viewing. So glad there are other distractions on V-Day this year!
KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
FIRST VALENTINE’S IN 8 YRS I DON’T HAVE TO RUN AROUND BUYING CHOCOLATE. GOTTA ADMIT I MISS IT NOW. NOT GOING TO DWELL ON IT. MARTY’S COMING OVER FOR TO LISTEN TO THE CANUCKS ON THE RADIO WHILE WE WATCH THE OLYMPICS. CAN’T EVEN MENTION VALENTINE’S AROUND HIM. IF I GO THERE, HE’LL GIVE ME A GOOD KICK IN THE ASS. SOMETIMES HAVING AN UNSENTIMENTAL, LOVE-PHOBIC BEST BUD IS A GOOD THING.
ROCK CLIMBING W/TRAVIS YESTERDAY WAS OKAY. HE USED CAVEMAN/TARZAN GRUNTS AND MONOSYLLABIC UTTERANCES TO COMMUNICATE BUT I RECALL PUTTING UP THE SAME WALL W/MY PARENTS. SOMEHOW I ALWAYS THOUGHT I’D BE ABLE TO STAY THE COOL UNCLE THRU HIS TEENS. CAUGHT HIM SMILING A FEW TIMES. MUST’VE NEEDED A BREAK FROM ROLLING HIS EYES. THINK I IMPRESSED HIM W/MY CLIMBING SKILLS. THEN AGAIN, HE MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN AMAZED THE CABLES COULD SUPPORT FAT UNCLE KEN.
SARA INVITED ME FOR DINNER TONITE BUT I’M NOT READY TO TAKE OVER AS FATHER FIGURE. WORK TRAVEL OR NOT, JERRY’S GOTTA STEP UP.
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