Wednesday, April 28, 2010

same old, same old

Wednesday, April 28, 2010
when it rains, it snows
a bad day to forget lunch
have to go outside
 
also a bad day
to forget to wear warm socks
or socks, period.
 
dinner guests tonight
but I'd rather stay at home
glum? bad company.
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Spring Shopping!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Help me plan my spring wardrobe! As I mentioned previously, the last time I moved I did a massive wardrobe overhaul. I donated bags and bags of clothes to charity - suits, cocktail dresses, pretty much everything I hadn't worn for 6 months or more. Because it was January, this clause meant that I also parted with most of my summer clothing. Stupid Megans!

To top it off, last summer I was especially broke due to unemployment and a 3-week trip to Germany. Awesome summer, but I spent most of it in cotton shorts and a romper.

So now I have to re-build a professional and casual summer wardrobe from scratch. I've made a list of things I'd like, and then a list of things I think I "need". I'd love some input - am I missing anything? Am I totally boring?

My workplace is pretty casual - I wear jeans and sweaters or blouses pretty much every day, unless I have a lunch meeting or some kind of event, and then I wear a skirt and top of some kind. I'm lucky in this aspect, because clothes can serve a double purpose - for work and play.

I'm planning to scour consignment and second hand stores first, then discount retailers (Winners, Superstore) or outlets, then the mall. I think a list will help me focus and maximize my budget.

My Wish List!

For Work

BOTTOMS:

Skirts - not black pencil skirts, because I have several of these
-patterned - a floral or geometric print
-solid coloured - green, red, pink, blue, purple, open to options
-khaki/beige cotton would be nice

Capri Pants
-black
-dark denim

Pants
-well fitting white trousers or capri pant

DRESSES:

-black shirt, wrap or shift style
-navy or brown shirt, wrap or shift style
-patterened jersey dress(es) -wrap or a-line

TOPS:

-sweater set(s) or cardigans in bright colours
-lightweight blazer in denim or cotton material, either blue, white or khaki
-blouse or tunic-style top - patterened or brightly coloured

SHOES

-dressier flat sandal
-nude pump or heeled shoe


For Play

-nice dark denim skirt, a-line, knee length or slightly longer
-bermuda shorts in denim or denim equivalent
-denim capris
-sun dress - if possible, not so low cut and short that I can throw on a cardi and wear to work
-nice cotton t-shirts and tanks in bright colours


'Essentials!'

-patterned skirt
-khaki skirt
-one dress for work
-dark denim capri
-sweater set or cardigan in a bright colour (turquoise, green or pinky-red-orange)
-patterened top or tunic/blouse in coordinating colour with sweater set
-coloured tshirts/tanks (3)
-dressy but walkable sandal

Monday, April 26, 2010

littles

Monday, April 26, 2010
Every morning before he leaves for work, Gary comes back into our bedroom, wakes me up, kisses me goodbye and tells me that he loves me. Every morning. This is the best and my favourite part of the day - no matter what happens after that, how many times I cry or laugh or complain or sulk - I never doubt how much he loves me.
 
 

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Happy Birthday Gary, or, a fish out of water story

Sunday, April 25, 2010
A few weeks ago I used my bonus awesome personal day Friday off to trek up to Cross Iron Mills (a giant mega mall in the middle of nowhere - seriously, it's actually in the middle of nowhere between Calgary and Airdrie) to pick up Gary's birthday present. The main anchor of this gross mega-mall is the Bass Pro Shops Outdoor Something or other store. This place is two floors, around the average square footage of a walmart, and filled chockablock to the brim with taxidermy and everything you need to camp, hunt, fish, and kill things for sport and/or food.

I was so out of place.



Voila. Gary's 30th Birthday Gift (he also got some LuluLemon Gym Swag, blurays and a Go-Mug)

I was holding it in line at the checkout, examining the bag and trying to remember if it was the one Gary wanted. A very nice man in his late 50s in line behind me leaned over and told me that "he's going to love it".

This very nice man spent about 10 minutes telling me that he has one of these bags, and that it's perfect to just toss on the boat. Apparently different fish need different fishing gear, so you can have a box filled with trout stuff and a box filled with bass stuff and so on and so forth.

This very enthusiastic and sweet man left thinking I was the wife/girlfriend/daughter of the year, purchasing for my man EXACTLY what every man wants and needs - a $120 tackle bag.

I just didn't have the heart to tell him that Gary's using it to organize his computer and AV parts.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Let's dance around the real issues!

Friday, April 23, 2010
Do you ever have those days when about half-way through the work-day you look at your calendar and exclaim, "HOLY CATS! It's April 23rd!"? Because I often do.
 
April in Calgary is weird. It usually snows, it's usually cold, and it usually blesses us with a few days of legitimately hot patio weather. We of the odd-weather-patterned city cling to those snippets of warmth, and as soon as it's above 10 degrees (yay metric system!) you see people in shorts and sandals <small>freezing their tushies off</small> gallivanting all over the place.
 
April means we've made it through another long, dark winter, but then slaps us upside the head with a random snowstorm. But whatever, we're Canadian. We can handle snow in April. And May. And June. I get peeved when it snows in July, though.
 
Anyway, I'm rambling about the weather like a fool because I'm trying to distract myself from the real point of this post: a discussion on the crippling feeling of fear and panic that I got to wake up to this morning.
 
Every once in awhile I wake up to absolute anxiety. I don't know why, I don't know about what, or the triggers, but I open my eyes and all of a sudden every possible worst-case scenario flashes before me. If I can make it out of bed and into the shower, it just gets worse. Past experience has taught me that the answer to this is to get OUT OF THE HOUSE as quickly as possible and distract myself with work. By my second coffee run of the day the awful feeling of light-headed, short of breath, racing pulse and nausea has passed.
 
Today it comes and goes, but is mostly gone. Lucky me. Hopefully I'll make it through the day without bursting into tears under my desk.
 
Does this happen to anyone else? Please, someone, tell me I'm not alone.
 
*no, it's not work-related stresses. I LOVE my job. LOVE IT. Adore it. Would marry it if I could. Eventually the honeymoon will end and my job will be annoying sometimes, but I still really am quite enamored with it. But I can understand why it might have in the past been related to work - or lack of work - stress.
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Cranky McGrumblepants

Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I am so cranky today. I don't know what's wrong, or what in particular is irking me, or why I'm being so difficult.
 
So I present to you, in random order, a random list.
 
- I want beaners and weans. You know, hot dogs sliced up in a can of baked beans, simmered until heated through. I would like to eat this with white bread a margarine. I think this means I miss my dad.
- I seriously wish this freaking headache would sod off already. A girl can only consume so much advil.
- My jaw hurts. Stupid headache.
- I gave away all of my summer clothes when I shacked up with Gary, and then last summer I was unemployed and broke, so everything I own is black or grey, shapeless and made out of wool. This is great beacause, yay, legit reason to shop, but not great because, boo, I hate my hips.
- I hate my hips.
- I hate that I hate my hips.
- Good lord. STUPID EBAY PURCHASE, arrive already!

Wuh-wuh-wednesday haiku

Oh, killer headache
going on almost three weeks
advil doesn't work.
 
But at least it's spring
finally warm and sunny
everything still brown
 
patios open!
hey, lady! another beer?
Make mine Rickard's Red
 
pasty white Canuck
legs that haven't seen the sun
since last September
 
Making their debut
flip flops, short-shorts and rompers
you'd think it's July.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, April 19, 2010

some of my secret thoughts revealed

Monday, April 19, 2010
I've spent the better part of the last 45 minutes looking at local bakery websites. Why? Oh, just scouting a quote for Parisian Macarons. Legitimate work business.
 
But for some reason, all that sweet has made me sad. And ravenous, but hey, I've got pie at home and we'll be together again in roughly 25 minutes.
 
Why sad?
 
Because all of those frothy pink sugarplums and sugary confections remind me of Sweet Sixteen parties. I didn't have a Sweet Sixteen, but my 16th birthday fell during Drama Festival so I got to let my freak flag fly - a freak flag that was kept under wraps 51 weeks of the year, so this was a glorious occasion. For one week, I was popular -I got to wear a tiara, meet new friends, do the thing that 16 year old Megan loved the most (be an attention whore), and go to a dance, where I danced with the cutest drama geek I could find. I think I did not so bad.
 
But I was saddened, because all I can think of this afternoon is what I would go back in time to tell 16 year old Megan:
 
10 years from now, you will still be minorly obsessed with the Harry Potter franchise, and occasionally be very, very sad that there are no more Harry Potter Books. Also, don't be so embarrassed about reading them, because in about 2002 they become way mainstream. Also, in about 2008 you'll stumble upon another fantasy fiction series for young adults that is WAY, WAY more embarrassing and you should save your secret reading shame for that one. Whoo. It's a doozy.
 
Also, stop trying to get a boy to like you by standing near him and saying ridiculous things super loud. That never works. You know what does? INTERNET DATING.
 

Friday, April 16, 2010

Oooh, Heaven is a Place on Earth

Friday, April 16, 2010
I had today off. Yay for mandatory monthly personal days!

It's a gorgeous day. After lunch with a new friend, a stop at a knitting shop, some mysterious Gary's THIRTIETH birthday gift scouting and a latte, I decided it was high time that I stopped in at a little place I'd driven past many times, but never ventured in.

OHMYGOD, Drive-Thru Pie and Smokies.

If that's wrong, I don't want anyone to tell me.

Log Barn 1912. Pie is delicious. Smoked sausage is Mennonite style. Go there. Do it now. You can even stay in your car and they will dish you up a piece 'o pie a la mode and a hot dog with homemade mustard. But it's worth it to go in and take a lookie-loo at all the old-timey goods.

As Gary is conveniently out for the evening (this is the first time I've ever had our apartment to myself for the evening, can you believe that?!), I am planning a delicious pie supper. No one is here to judge me for eating it right out of the pie tin.

Mwahahahaha, nutrition be damned. Bring me more strawb-rhubarb pie!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Haiku Break!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I am so sick of
waking up to grey, snowy
skies. Please come out, sun.
 
anamatronic
tyrannosauraus rex, my
brand new nemesis
 
Do you know how hard
it is to compete with Dino?
extinct - the new black.
 
One more week to see
Nude art at the museum!
This counts as work, right?
 
 
 

Monday, April 12, 2010

Things I like that aren't available in Canada

Monday, April 12, 2010
My stat tracker tells me that most of you reading this are coming from Canada. I can even narrow that down to Western Canada, where most of my regular readers are located. This comes as no surprise - I live in Western Canada, and so do most of my friends and family.

A few more are in Ontario, and in the winter my parents travel to Arizona, so that state becomes quite popular in the data.

But I do know that several of my regular readers live south of the 49th parallel, some in Australia, and even one or two in places as far away as Azerbaijan and Korea.

So I thought I'd share with you a few things that I love but that my international followers might not realize aren't readily available in Canada.

1. Jiffy corn muffin mix. Making corn muffins from scratch is a drag, eh?

2. Fritos bean dip. Or any bean dip in a can. Tostitos recently released a jarred bean dip, but I'm not so sure about it.

3. Red Vines Licorice. Recently Gary found it at London Drugs by the University, but they don't have it at the downtown London Drugs.

4. Spezi - an orange-cola soda. Gary's cousins in Germany told us we could make our own by mixing coke and Fanta.

5. Fanta.

6. Johnson's Lavender Scented Stress-Relief Body Lotion. *Sob*

7. Most fat-free and low-fat snack foods.

8. Kix cereal. Maybe it's available, but I can't find it.

9. Ann Taylor Loft.

10. Beer at the Grocery Store. This should make sense, right? Canadians love beer. but you can't buy it at the grocery store, a convenience store...anywhere but a bar with offsale service or a liquor store.

11. Sonic, White Castle, Jack in the Box, Carl's Jr, In-and-Out Burger.


Now, on the contrary- a list of things that Canada has that you probably don't:

1. Harvey's and Swiss Chalet

2. Poutine available as a side at most fast-food restaurants

3. Ketchup flavoured potato chips

4. Rickard's Red beer...or beer with any real kick to it... (mmmm, beeeeeeer)

5. Saskatoon Berry Pie

Bluesy

I'm feeling a bit down today. The weekend went too fast, and I didn't have a great sleep last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that, either. It's going to take a lot to convince myself to go for a swim after work when all I want to do is curl up in bed.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Wok and Roll

Friday, April 09, 2010
Last night, right around 5:00, Calgary was hit with a spring snowstorm. This happens every. single. April. It gets warm and sunny for a few weeks, things slowly start to green up around the edges, patios tentatively open and barbecues get fired up.
 
Well, our plans for barbecuing last night? Foiled, blizzard-style. All the snow will be gone by lunchtime today, but still - it was quite a downer to the spirits.
 
So instead of bbq pork chops, as planned, I convinced Gary that delivery was in order. His office has pizza on Fridays, so that was out. Vietnamese, my favourite, is easy to find in Calgary but impossible to have brought to your door. And I really didn't want to leave the house because I had just gone for a swim and don't really like blowdrying my hair. Frozen ponytails in April? Brutal.
 
So we ordered delivery from this new place that shoved a menu in our mailbox a few weeks ago. Wok and Roll is in Kensington, just over the bridge from our apartment. Delivery was free - but most importantly, in a snowstorm, during rush hour - the food arrived hot in less than 40 minutes. Sure, the restaurant is only 10 blocks away, but if you've ever tried to drive into downtown during rush hour across the 10th street bridge, you know why that's an accomplishment.
 
The food was hot, it was cheap, it was good - and the almond chicken?

EXACTLY like Don Eng's. If you ever ate at the New Palace Cafe in Eatonia - you understand  If you didn't? I feel sorry for you.
 

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Birthdaypalooza wrap-up

Thursday, April 08, 2010
My birthday was a lovely day, with lovely cupcake surprises from good friends and a lovely lunch with my coworkers. Yesterday Gary treated me to a lovely dinner at East Side Mario's, as some of you must have gleaned from my witty poetry below. I love unlimited Italian Wedding Soup, and crispy funnel cake, and their fatty, faux-italian cuisine. I don't love servers who try to sell me on a glass of lo-brow cheapie wine all fancy-like - just bring me my cheap shiraz that already costs me about the same amount for a glass as a whole bottle across the street...but I digress.
 
But I love cheap wine, just to get that out there.
 
The birthday gift genie (aka: Gary) was good to me, with a fancy fancy coffee machine that will make feeding my cravings so much easier! He also thoughtfully gave me Mad Men Season 2 on Bluray, so I can keep up with the wacky antics of the good people (and not good people) at Sterling Cooper; the first two Sookie Stackhouse books with the True Blood covers and a beautiful little gold necklace. Spoiled!
 
And this morning I was up stupid early for a breakfast meeting, so we had to cut the evening short and head to sleepyland early. But all in all - a wonderful day.
 
 

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

You say it's my birthday! Haiku

Wednesday, April 07, 2010
26 years ago I stumbled into life, Earth and the wonderful Bailey family. Good choice, Stork. Thanks for that one!
 
 
happy birthday meg
older, a little wiser
hangovers hurt more
 
I traded vodka
and grenadine for pinot
I'm a lady now
 
tonight - special feast
eh, badda boom, badda bing
unlimited soup!
 
two big presents sit
what is in them? i wonder
puppy? unlikely.
 
can't stay out too late
seven-thirty meeting - ouch!
better be free grub!
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

An open letter to girls like Zooey Deschanel in the film 500 Days of Summer,

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Hey, you. I'm going to cut right to the chase here: I hate you. I know many young ladies just like you, some of them beautiful people and dear dear friends, but on the inside, the rotten-apple core depths of my soul: you drive me insane.

You've got it so great. The world worships every honey-suckle scented breath you take. The masses fall at your espadrille clad feet; your soft doe eyed stare wins over everyone you've ever met.

And I hate you.

I am the complete antithesis of you, and my hatred comes 100% from jealousy. No one will ever pine for me and my shiny brown hair, perfectly shaggy and disheveled, yet neatly coiffed at the same time. I bet you wake up first thing in the morning to the sounds of chirping birds, all Noxzema commercial glowing and lovely.

I look like ass first thing in the morning, with sheet marks on my face and arms that take about 45 minutes to go away, drool on my pillow and hair like some kind of demonic banshee.

But that's not why I hate you.

I hate you because I'm finally old enough to recognize that my dreams of being adored for all of my fabulous quirks and having my world open up like a proverbial oyster are never going to happen.

I have to work really hard to be lovable. Zooey, you most certainly do not. If I tried to pull any of the hipster non-committal yet 'please, allow me to string you along forever' stunts that you did, I'd be written off forever as some kind of psycho. And you stroll around, breaking hearts and ruining perfectly nice guys for the rest of us. Am I ever glad I got to mine before someone like you did.

A guy I used to hang around with used to tell me that my neurosis were my charm - not part of it. But even then, I was neurotic and strange, not quirky and irresistible. Dudes judge my Dudes judge my record collection, not fall madly in love with its eclectic charm. If I knit on the bus, it's weird, not enchanting. If I decide to pull a vintage romper out of the closet and tool around town on a bike eating ice cream? Scorn, not sighs of 'she's so wonderful!'

And I'm pretty sure that no one thinks that my penchant for piling all of my laundry in a corner until said pile is taller than me is adorable.

But I bet that Zooey could get away with it.

Monday, April 05, 2010

BIRTHDAY WEEEEEK!

Monday, April 05, 2010
Not in the slightest.

I'm not big on my birthday, but I am big on whining about my rapidly fading youth. So I present to you, until I run out of inspiration, a 'week' or 'half-week' or 'we'll see how long this lasts' of special aging-related content.

Today:

While celebrating the fact that I work sweet, sweet bankers hours (four-day weekend!), I dropped in at HMV to purchase a dvd to watch while I work on a few of my hobbies. Like lazing. And eating leftover easter chocolates.

I had to leave the HMV because I could not stand the music they were playing. I came very, very close to asking the surly teenage sales associates to please turn off that racket pretending to be music.

Then I took an advil and went home, to my couch, where classic rock rules and new-fangled teeny-pop stays far, far away.

(unless it's teeny-pop from when I was a teenager. Then it's retro!)

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Crap! Thursday Haiku?

Thursday, April 01, 2010
last day of the month
renew the registration
keep driving the car
 
totally forgot
Wednesday is the haiku day
can I make it up?
 
easter bunnies come
maybe he will bring to me
a new bathing suit?
 
excuse me. I need
a lot more coffee because
these poems? aren't great.