Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I was scolded again yesterday for failing to post before either the morning coffee break or lunch time.

I didn't realize that I was providing important procrastinatory reading materials- but noted.

Today it is windy and cold and I still have a headache. I am looking sadly at my frozen entree lunch (not smelly version) and dreaming of a time, say 5:30ish, where I'll be able to strip off this pantyhose and put on fleecy pants and eat tacos.

Oh, Tuesday. Half way to Wednesday which is half way to the weekend. The only good thing about you is the promise of Tacos.

What's the good thing about your Tuesday?

Monday, October 26, 2009


Monday, October 26, 2009
Holy Mackerel.

One thousand blog posts. That's insane, peoples. Can you believe that I can't commit to writing a mere 10,000 words of fiction, but I can churn out a thousand posts full of mindless drivel in a mere 3.75 years?

Well, I did. And to celebrate, I'm sitting at home with a migraine that has lasted about 22 hours. Red wine didn't kill it, advil didn't kill it, caffeine didn't kill it, tylenol did nothing, sleep didn't help. I'm out of ideas, people, and that doesn't bode well for the next thousand blog posts.

Anywhooodle, the end of October looms, and with it the promise of my favourite month of sulking, brooding and jazz-listening shimmers softly in the distance. November is upon us, bringing the annual Butter Chicken and Love Actually marathon, the red wine and sad bastard music pit of despair, and the annual anxiety over how I could possibly procure meaningful, touching, one-of-a-kind and yet, cheap holiday gifts for my family members.


Also, I'm kind of wavering on joining NANOWRIMO this year. For those not in the know- that's a pledge to write an entire novel in the month of November.

Because being a novelist would finally give me the excuse I've been looking for to consume even more coffee.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Gender Equality and Apartment Living

Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Saturday night Gary and I were getting ready to go to a fundraiser party to support a local children's charity. We only have one bathroom, but I've been doing a tandem you shower while I apply makeup dance since I was old enough to wear makeup, so it's not a big deal.

Gary was in the shower and I was minding my own business, blow drying out my massive head of hair when the lights went out.

After a year of running my blow dryer on the RAZOR ONLY outlet in the light fixture, THAT was the day the breaker blew.

Now, I thought the whole reason I moved in with a man was to avoid the following situations:

Negotiating with Vermin
Garbage Duties
Heavy Lifting
Anything involving electricity

I am perfectly capable of dealing with all of the above on my own, but y'know, sometimes it's refreshing to not have to worry about standing in the dark trying to remember where the breaker box is.

The breaker box, for the record, is down the hall.

Gary, being in the shower so both wet and unclothed, did not volunteer to get out of the shower and resolve our situation.

So I padded down the hall, swung open the door to the utility space and started fiddling with switches.

Did I mention that the garbage chute is in this same room? And that the door closed behind me? And that the room is pretty creepy to begin with? And that when the really nice lady who lives at the end of the hall flung the door open to throw her garbage down the chute I scared the CRAP out of her?


So anyway. Note to self. Try to hold door open with foot when restoring light to apartment.

Or get boy to do it.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I am legitimately very busy

Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I don't answer the phone.

I don't reply to emails.

My facebook status goes un-updated, I don't RSVP to events, my Tweets are lame and poorly thought out.

But the most significant sign of my incredible level of busy is my poor neglected blog.

Romeo and Juliet opens on Thursday and then I'll be back. Promises!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Find Classical Music I Love...Part One

Wednesday, October 14, 2009
So I've been neglecting what is truly a really, really, ridiculously easy item on my 101 list- find three classical albums I love.

Gary and I talked at lengths this weekend about all of the things that have changed since we went from two single individuals living completely separate lives in two different households to two individuals living lives that intersect in one household.

A subtle thing that both of us noticed is the fact that we don't listen to music anymore. I've lived my life with music playing - my dad is in a band, people. Silence was a rare thing around my house. Gary worked in one of the biggest music stores in Western Canada. And now, we sit in silence staring at each other almost every night of the week.

So Gary went out and bought like, actually at a store! a bunch of CDs.

And I am currently listening to Chopin.

Which brings us back to finding some classical music to love.

Does anyone have any favourites they'd like to share? I'm also looking for Jazz, or really, anything. In terms of other musical genres, I tend to sway to the moody, depressed Canadian Indie Rockers that bemoan the harsh realities of the middle class.

But really, any suggestions at this time will be investigated. And I promise to report back my feelings on any suggestions you may have!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Something was missing from my Thanksgiving

Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Gary and I spent the weekend in Eatonia, with my mom, dad and my Grandma Clara. The ham, the turkey, the trimmings, the cake, the pie, the many delicious treats were all present and accounted for- well, the layered Jello salad may have gotten the short end of the stick this year, but we'll let that go.

The weekend was spent eating and relaxing. And eating. And then more relaxing. I read all day on Sunday, starting and finishing the new Dan Brown book. Which is good, but if you're looking to buy it, I'd wait for the paperback. It's not that good.

We drank wine and shared laughs and my mom spent the entire weekend playing Farmville on facebook. We napped and watched the Riders kick some icy Toronto butts and enjoyed several documentaries about animals in HD.

But something was missing.

Something that I was surprised to miss.

My little brother and his lady-friend are backpacking through Europe, and contrary to the opinion of several people who asked my mom, did not return to Canada for the weekend. (duh.)

I didn't realize how much I missed that little annoying arrogant opinionated bullheaded...lovely brother of mine until he wasn't around.

And so, Thanksgiving teaches me something yet again. Last year I learned not to gesture wildly with my fork hand while eating pie with whipped cream. This year...the importance of family during family holidays.

Christmas - my first away from the clan - is going to be rough.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Our first big couple purchase

Sunday, October 04, 2009
On Saturday I went to work for a few hours, as I assume will become the norm. It's so much quieter, I get so much work done, I don't have to speak with other humans. Bliss.

Saturday afternoon I came home and stared blankly at Gary. What to do? What to do? Friday night we both worked late and then watched some sit-commery and ate gummi peaches. But surely we couldn't do the same thing two nights in a row- and plus, it was only 4:00.

So we decided to go look at new furniture.

This seemed like a trap. There we were, a twenty-something couple who clearly live together. Dual incomes. No kids. Furniture salesman's delight. There was no way this was going to end well.

One store, awful service and 15 minutes later, we had selected a couch. The salesdude we were talking to pretty much left us to our own devices and spared us the up-sale, while six other hungry Brick employees circled us like sharks.

But the couch was good. The price was right. The style was right. We both felt it was comfortable, stylish-ish, and exactly what we both required from a couch. For me, it's nappable. For Gary, you can bolt a bass engine to the frame without destroying the structural integrity of the couch.

Plus, it wasn't forest green polyester.

But it wouldn't be appropriate to just buy a couch like that, would it? Isn't furniture buying supposed to be an arduous, drawn-out task that takes weeks and ends with us breaking up? I mean, yeah, I bought a car without test-driving it, but this is a couch, people! It's completely different!

So we took a pause and did what rational, grown-up couples do: we went to Ricky's for dinner to talk it out.

Well, we hadn't ordered our food and it was decided. (by the way, don't order the "traditional pasta" at Ricky's. Trust me on this one)

Our new couch will be delivered sometime in the next 10 days or so. Please, feel free to drop by and feel it's luxurious leathers on your bottom.

But please wear pants. After all, the couch is new.

UPDATE: Click here to view the couch. Also note that we got a sweet deal and only paid $450 for it.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Things that make Megans Happy: Emergency Edition

Friday, October 02, 2009
Helloooo, loyal-occasional-and-flighty blogreaders!

I am having one heckuva week. Things at my 9-5 are exploding, imploding and messin' all over the place, and all of it requires so much mental attention and creativity and enthusiasm that I have so little left over for you.

But at 7:20 this morning, as I lay in bed in the dark quietly plotting the least messy and most efficient way to end it all, I remembered how many people I do have around me that love me and support me and like to see me happy. So at the risk of getting all kumbaya on you here, I'm making a list of things I am grateful for, things that make me smile, and things that remind me that my life is worth living.

At least until Monday, when the other big deadline explodes all over my cubicle, bringing joy to the world yet again.

1. I am very lucky that my tastebuds have developed a dislike for sweet lattes. This means no more Starbucks in the morning. I have swapped out plain ol' free office coffee for Pumpkin Spice with Whip Soy Lattes, saving myself about $5 a day in the process. Hurray!

2. Things that smell like grapefruit make me happy. Things that smell like grapefruit and clear up the unfair breakout of adult acne I've been battling of late? Super happy. Neutrogena Acne Wash with Grapefruit or whatever is awesome. Go buy it.

3. It's fall! Next weekend is Thanksgiving! I'm going home to my Momma, who makes without any argument at all, the BEST stuffing in the entire world. And pie. Yum.

4. I'm almost done using my stock of body wash, which means I get to buy more. Hurrah, and a bath and body works opened near me. Yay!

5. Ray LaMontagne's Gossip in the Grain has been lifting my mood for almost a year. If you don't have it, go buy this album. Your soul will thank you.

6. For the first time in my life, I have a hairstyle that a)looks even better after I style it at home versus in the salon b)doesn't require a flat iron to make it look fab c)takes advantage of my natural hair texture. I love you, hairdo. So much.