I got tagged by Dan Lilly. Unofficially, I present to you six quirks or habits I can’t seem to break from.
1. When I sit on the toilet, I always sit angled 45 degrees to the left instead of facing directly forward. This is not true, however, of public toilets.
2. When I adjust the volume on a car stereo, I can only increase or decrease it in increments of five volume points. I simply cannot listen to anything at a volume level of 12, for example.
3. I keep the food on my plate in separate piles and will never let them mix. I’ll also never scoop from two different piles in the same bite.
4. Wearing a mis-matched bra and panty set is an impossibility – even if I’m the only one that knows my little secret that day.
5. When erasing a blackboard, whiteboard or anything similar, even the tinniest streak left behind will drive me absolutely NUTS!
6. I will park and re-park the car until I’ve got it completely straight in the spot.
They say “write what you know.” All I know is that for the past week, I’ve been dealing with a severe case of writer’s block. Being that that’s what I know, that’s what I’ll write about.
Photo: splorp on Flickr
My perfectly Frenched fingertips have been rhythmically tapping the keyboard of my MBP these days. Whether this has been spurred on by a lack of creativity or a lack of inspiration (or both), I can’t quite say. My camera’s been collecting dust, even though I’ve done lots as of late that could have easily been photographed.
Amy and I explored a Christmas craft fair on Thursday, my best friend adopted a kitten who has a penchant for kissing my eyelashes, and I managed to whip up an entirely wicked meal of rack of lamb over the weekend. Did I write blog posts about any of those events? Nope, sure didn’t. Did I take photos of any of those happenings? Nope, sure didn’t.
It’s always good to shake things up, make them new again and keep it fresh. Clearly I’ve been grasping at straws – I even went so far as to post a clip from Sesame Street! I’ve been toying with the idea of resuscitating my Wanton Wednesdays column (which faded into obscurity back in January). But I have also realized that you, my readers, must come here for one reason or another.
So tell me: what are the types of entries you most enjoy reading at www.Keira-anne.com? Or, in the alternative, what kind of blog posts would you like to see that haven’t been covered yet?
It never really made sense to her. Her world was never her own and never seemed to be within her control. To plan or to predict or to prohesy always equated to an impossibility.
She remembered the shoes she wore that day. Beige corduroy pants wrapped around her slender legs. She knew this for sure because they were her favourite. A red hooded sweater with the word “love” scribed on the inside lining. Not prepared.
Original Photo: Andi♥ on Flickr
The door opened and her feet shuffled inside. A new face sat on the couch, looked up and drop-jawed. Literally. There was blushing and flustering and a mumbling of words. Nope, I can’t do this.
They danced. For months and for years. He took the lead, she followed. She followed reluctantly, then followed willingly. Tender lips bid good-bye.
I can’t get enough. Every single day and for hours at a time. One, then two, usually three and sometimes even four.
I’ve been watching episodes of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit at a rapid rate, trying to catch up on the last 10 seasons. In truth, while I don’t find the series to be overly phenomenal, Chris Meloni and Dean Winters, quite surprisingly, aren’t the primary reasons I watch the show. Naturally, I admire Mariska Hargitay’s “Olivia Benson” and the work she does for victims of crime. However, I watch SVU mostly because I find the jobs of the detectives incredibly fascinating.
Original Photo: Hallmark Channel
While much of the content and storylines are equally heartbreaking and sickening, and I’m sure that very few people could truly stomach a career in that arena, the more I watch, the more I find myself wanting to try my hand at detective work. I’ve long been an employer of my critical thinking skills, and always choose picking over ideas in my brain before asking obvious questions. The logic behind the crime solving has me endlessly fascinated.
Though I know that much of the techniques seen on SVU (and also the CSI series I’ve been equally engrossed in) are exagerrated on different levels, I can’t help but feel incredibly excited when I “figure something out” on my own before the so-called truth or method is revealed. I like to think I’m a bit of a smart cookie; but then again, don’t we all?
Short of roleplaying detective games (which could be a lot of fun), I’m wondering if it’s at all possible to get into detective work without working as a police officer for five years first…anyone know?
And while I’m discussing SVU, I found this gem on YouTube. It’s beyond cheesy, but anyone who has ever watched the show might have a bit of a chuckle. I know I did, despite the fact that they conveyed the puppet version of Detective Stabler as a bit of an airhead.
It seems as though November has crept in like a fog and it’s already the 12th! Normally by now I’d have my tree up and would have been listening to Michael Bublé’s “Let It Snow” for nearly two weeks. This year it seems that life has kept me more occupied than I realize, and now is the time to kick my favourite season into full gear.
So much to do, so little time.
A little birdie told me that the Starbucks elves will be decorating their shops tonight, so you can look forward to drinking your Americano (or enjoying a Peppermint Mocha!) in their sweet lil’ Christmas cups tomorrow morning!
Photo: Duane Storey on Flickr
On now until Sunday is the Circle Craft Christmas Market under the sails at Canada Place [website]. Being that we’re both nutty for Noel, Amy and I will be heading down there tomorrow after work to make use of the 2-for-1 coupon and to get a jumpstart on our Christmas shopping.
I’ve been contemplating decking the halls in my apartment as per usual, but kind of wonder what the point is. Life’s got me busy and I’m rarely there long enough to enjoy such twinkly things!
A certain someone and I need to tie our aprons on and bust out the naughty cookie cutters for Bakefest 2008. A shape we’ll definitely be decorating this year? “Holly and berries.”
At my age, it might be considered inappropriate to tell Santa what I really want while sitting on his lap, but it didn’t stop me from visiting the North Pole last year. Another trip to Metrotown soon, Becky?
Last Christmas, Charley was still just a young puppy, and all the decorating and preparation left her a little tuckered out. I’ll be venturing to the Island soon to hit the slopes on opening day at Mount Washington, but also to celebrate my birthday and adorn the family tree with ribbons and gold. (Judging by the snowcam, I encourage you all to bust out your “snowdance”!)
A highlight of my week home for the holidays in 2007 was spending an afternoon baking with my friend Bethany and her adorable daughter. While we still need to hammer down the details for this year’s kitchen date, it’s a must!
With only 43 days to go – according to the countdown Christmas tree on my Facebook profile – the next several weeks are going to be slam-packed with shopping, baking, decorating, drinking, partying, preparing, eating (and exercising!), laughing, singing, visiting, Christmas card writing and more than I can shake a candy cane at. Also, tune in for a summary of cheerful Island events to partake in – coming soon!
What are you looking forward to?
Most people are taking the day off work today, being that tomorrow is a national holiday, so I’m keeping it light and fun with today’s blog post. Cute dogs are fun to look at, so without further ado, may I present to you a perfect post of precious puppies.
Halloween evening was filled with silly times and red wine, not to mention a great photo opportunity with Benji and Casey. Both have been extra cuddly lately, and on Saturday evening, Casey didn’t leave my cradling arms for hours…
Photo: Duane Storey on Flickr
Photo: Duane Storey on Flickr
Photo: Duane Storey on Flickr
Very recently, my mom’s best friends got a new German Shepherd puppy named Lex. Lex is only about seven weeks old and had his first playdate with Charley just yesterday. Both were a little skittish at first, but I am quite sure they’re well on their way to being lifelong friends.
Photo: tempest_kat on Flickr
Photo: tempest_kat on Flickr
I’m not the only one lucky enough to have a few fantastic dogs hanging around. Here are a few finds from my friends on their Flickr accounts.
Photo: Dale Mugford on Flickr (Used With Permission)
Photo: whatusernameisnttaken on Flickr
Photo: jenniferlstoddart on Flickr
Photo: The “Ali” Cat on Flickr (Used With Permission)
Photo: Breathe Culture on Flickr
Photo: Amelia Burrows on Flickr
It’s always nice to start off Monday morning with a smile, isn’t it?
Early this morning, I decided that I wanted to write a post about something major that happened to me because I figured that it would give me a great sense of catharsis to do so. I wanted to write about the time I was abducted and taken to the woods of southern Ontario. There, I was led to a lake and instructed to stand on a rocky ledge before being suddenly shot in the back of the head. I remember falling off the rocky ledge and splashing in a shallow pool, but blacked out moments later. Everything else about it is a mystery, and the only thing I can recall after that is asking people during my recovery what really happened or if it was a bad dream. Then only half an hour or so ago, I realized that it was only a bad dream and came to the conclusion that I have been watching far too much Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.
My mom and her sister have birthdays so close together, and so it only makes sense to celebrate them together in one post. Both were born in the 1950s in Yellowknife, N.W.T., and moved to Vancouver Island before either was a teenager.
And though they’ve managed to fight like sisters over their lifetime, they’ve also loved like sisters. Despite all the ups and downs that everyday life can bring, their love, closeness and unfailing support for each other has always remained.
I am beyond grateful to have no less than two phenomenal women in my family to cherish, look up to and receive so much love and support from.
Though closely related, each woman is a unique figure in her own way. They most certainly have their differences, but Charley is definitely one thing they can both agree on!
So today, on my Mom’s actual 29th birthday (my Aunt turned 29 at the end of October), I want to take this opportunity to publicly wish them both a very happy birthday. I can’t wait to celebrate with you both next time I’m home because you are both certainly worth celebrating.
Breathe. It’s what I need to do right now. For no reason in particluar, I spent much of yesterday feeling as though I was suffocating. Blame it on PMS, blame it on the moon, the tides or whatever you will, but something just wasn’t right. As my day drew to a close, I slipped into a hot bath of epsom salts and French lavender oil and prepared myself for a full-body sob fest.
It never happened.
I slid further into the warm water until my entire head was submerged and them came up again. I couldn’t have cried if my life depended on it, and this struck me as odd, being that I fought tears all day.
Some of what I touched down on in yesterday’s post is only a slice of what’s swimming through my head. I don’t know why I feel like I’ve had these epiphanies; all I feel is as though the weight of the world is down upon me. I feel such an overwhelming sense of revelation and understanding into what directly impacts my own life that I wouldn’t know where to start unraveling it all. My brain won’t stop thinking, processing, understanding, pondering, realizing or cohering.
To some, this would seem like one’s going “crazy.” But for me, I feel the exact opposite. I don’t think I have ever felt more sane or rational and that is what is most frightening about it all. Suddenly it seems that I have been given a huge responsibility, one that I cannot take or treat lightly.
So what now? Who knows? Does anyone else experience this sometimes?