Monday, October 30, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
My mad obsession
Oh my goodness, I am totally obsessed with Grey's Anatomy!
I feel incredibly lame talking about a television show on a blog ( I need to get out more) but this show is so AMAZING I just have to talk about it. Recently I rented a DVD of the first five episodes from the first season on the advice of Lavle (who knew eh?) and since then, I cannot stop renting Grey's DVDs. Last night I began the 2nd season and oh my God, I want to change professions and hopefully one day marry a mirror image of Patrick Dempsey (long sigh).
Since watching the show I have also developed an inner narrative. As I was getting ready for work this morning I proceeded to describe my emotional state in the third person using silly analogies of breakfast preparations. Sometimes I am so glad no one can hear my thoughts but God. He must laugh at some of the things I think about. It must be highly entertaining.
On to other news, we were given a security tape of the guy who robbed our office last week. As we watched this robbery unfold I felt uneasy but couldn't pinpoint why. After taking a stroll over lunch I realized I had seen this guy walking into the building a few weeks back. What's really sucky is that he was very good looking, probably one of the hottest guys I have seen in the last month. He had this awesome gray jacket with nice jeans and he wore these fantastic gray pumas. He looked Italian. For some reason I always like Italian men (?) And just to clarify, not the gino types who like techno music, evicta backpacks and dance with glo-sticks.
So... I'm infatuated with the guy who stole our office monitors. He may be a jerk for stealing from a non-profit organization dedicated to improving the lives of women all over the world, but he certainly looks dang sexy.
Shallow much?
I feel incredibly lame talking about a television show on a blog ( I need to get out more) but this show is so AMAZING I just have to talk about it. Recently I rented a DVD of the first five episodes from the first season on the advice of Lavle (who knew eh?) and since then, I cannot stop renting Grey's DVDs. Last night I began the 2nd season and oh my God, I want to change professions and hopefully one day marry a mirror image of Patrick Dempsey (long sigh).
Since watching the show I have also developed an inner narrative. As I was getting ready for work this morning I proceeded to describe my emotional state in the third person using silly analogies of breakfast preparations. Sometimes I am so glad no one can hear my thoughts but God. He must laugh at some of the things I think about. It must be highly entertaining.
On to other news, we were given a security tape of the guy who robbed our office last week. As we watched this robbery unfold I felt uneasy but couldn't pinpoint why. After taking a stroll over lunch I realized I had seen this guy walking into the building a few weeks back. What's really sucky is that he was very good looking, probably one of the hottest guys I have seen in the last month. He had this awesome gray jacket with nice jeans and he wore these fantastic gray pumas. He looked Italian. For some reason I always like Italian men (?) And just to clarify, not the gino types who like techno music, evicta backpacks and dance with glo-sticks.
So... I'm infatuated with the guy who stole our office monitors. He may be a jerk for stealing from a non-profit organization dedicated to improving the lives of women all over the world, but he certainly looks dang sexy.
Shallow much?
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Clue #1
Tengo que aprender español...
¿Puede alguien ayudarme?
Pienso que necesito a amante latino caliente
I just need someone to teach me Spanish. Let's hope that's what I said.
¿Puede alguien ayudarme?
Pienso que necesito a amante latino caliente
I just need someone to teach me Spanish. Let's hope that's what I said.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The thriving metropolis of Sarnia
Last night I hitched a ride in a rental car with the Hunters to attend Ann Marie's fundraiser for her trip to Mozambique. After a long four hour drive to Sarnia we arrived for an event that was not what I had expected. I guess I assumed it would be full of young twenty somethings like most Freedomize outings, but instead it was packed with "old" people. It's rather silly and mean to call them old as they were mostly in their 40s and 50s, which is actually quite young if you think about it.
In light of the crowd, the night was your typical small town church event. They had a spread of food laid out in the church gym with a makeshift stage displaying African printed blankets and pillows. They served coffee and tea in Timmy's cups with various other assortments of potluck type hors d'oeuvres. I find Church suppers usually always provide one with exposure to new combinations of food. There is always some jello mixture with marshmallows, odd variations of tomato aspect, and egg salad sandwiches with some form of homemade pickled vegetable. Fortunately for me, Annie had made most of the food so it was all normal in appearance and taste and very yummy.
Following the fundraiser Ade and I helped Annie clean things up and then the three of us headed over to the local pub to meet up with Ade's friend Ron and his dad. Hanging out at a random hotel bar on a Saturday night with a middle aged man was not my ideal, but the evening turned out to be very enjoyable.
Ron's dad is your typical Brit who comes from the town of Liverpool. He had an accent, which as the evening porgressed, became thicker as he drank more alcohol. At some points it became increasingly difficult to understand him. Despite his inebriated state, we became engrossed in a conversation on British politics and colonialism. This man was probably the most patriotic Englishman I have ever encountered. He was so infuriatingly pro-Commonwealth (England rules the world, we are the best colonizers, and we should still rule the world) that I had to work to contain my utter shock and disbelief at the ridiculousness of his claims and opinions.
After graduating from university a few years back, I often wondered if my education was a waste of time. Would I ever need to discuss long-term effects of imperialism and the rise of neo-liberal policies with the average person? Why would anyone care about the Falkand Islands conflict? Well, to my delight all these topics were breached last night and to my amazement, I defended my points very articulately and with much vigour. Not to be conceited, but I think he was impressed. At one point he turned to Ade and told her that when he was my age he never considered politics an interesting subject and that all he ever wanted to do was get laid. We were uh... taken aback by this comment.
The evening continued as I drove his dad home to avoid the police ride check outside the hotel. I have to admit; it was rather odd to be driving a car that belonged to a man I hardly knew. At first I thought I might be getting into an unsafe situation, but the whole way home he complimented me on my driving and showed me various ways to drive that saves "petrol". I don't know if they actually work but when I get a car (or if someone has the gumption to lend me theirs) I'll have to test out his theories.
After dropping off dad, Ade and I drove over to meet Annie and Ron at his house where we indulged in cigars, listened to awesome music and looked at demotivational posters. I discovered that Ron and I had similar views on music (we both have a mad love for K-OS and Jurassic 5 and hate melancholy emotional crap), subsidized housing, classism, social justice and development.
The night concluded with Ann Marie and me sharing a bed at her place. We giggled and chatted until 3:30am until finally we were so tired, we went to sleep. I miss my friend so much and wished that my departure could have been delayed so we could spend the entire afternoon together. I can’t believe she leaves on Thursday for Africa. The closer she gets to leaving the more excited I become for her. It is absolutely exhilarating to see someone I love experience the realization of a most passionate long-standing dream. Even if I am dismayed with my own present circumstances, I am quite satisfied to watch my friend enjoy God’s blessings. It has not always been easy for me to say this with sincerity, but today I can say that I truly mean it.
I could go on forever about the gloriousness of my weekend. I had a particularly excellent Friday as well but this post is long enough and I have to get going as church is at 5pm.
Happy Sunday :)
Johanna
In light of the crowd, the night was your typical small town church event. They had a spread of food laid out in the church gym with a makeshift stage displaying African printed blankets and pillows. They served coffee and tea in Timmy's cups with various other assortments of potluck type hors d'oeuvres. I find Church suppers usually always provide one with exposure to new combinations of food. There is always some jello mixture with marshmallows, odd variations of tomato aspect, and egg salad sandwiches with some form of homemade pickled vegetable. Fortunately for me, Annie had made most of the food so it was all normal in appearance and taste and very yummy.
Following the fundraiser Ade and I helped Annie clean things up and then the three of us headed over to the local pub to meet up with Ade's friend Ron and his dad. Hanging out at a random hotel bar on a Saturday night with a middle aged man was not my ideal, but the evening turned out to be very enjoyable.
Ron's dad is your typical Brit who comes from the town of Liverpool. He had an accent, which as the evening porgressed, became thicker as he drank more alcohol. At some points it became increasingly difficult to understand him. Despite his inebriated state, we became engrossed in a conversation on British politics and colonialism. This man was probably the most patriotic Englishman I have ever encountered. He was so infuriatingly pro-Commonwealth (England rules the world, we are the best colonizers, and we should still rule the world) that I had to work to contain my utter shock and disbelief at the ridiculousness of his claims and opinions.
After graduating from university a few years back, I often wondered if my education was a waste of time. Would I ever need to discuss long-term effects of imperialism and the rise of neo-liberal policies with the average person? Why would anyone care about the Falkand Islands conflict? Well, to my delight all these topics were breached last night and to my amazement, I defended my points very articulately and with much vigour. Not to be conceited, but I think he was impressed. At one point he turned to Ade and told her that when he was my age he never considered politics an interesting subject and that all he ever wanted to do was get laid. We were uh... taken aback by this comment.
The evening continued as I drove his dad home to avoid the police ride check outside the hotel. I have to admit; it was rather odd to be driving a car that belonged to a man I hardly knew. At first I thought I might be getting into an unsafe situation, but the whole way home he complimented me on my driving and showed me various ways to drive that saves "petrol". I don't know if they actually work but when I get a car (or if someone has the gumption to lend me theirs) I'll have to test out his theories.
After dropping off dad, Ade and I drove over to meet Annie and Ron at his house where we indulged in cigars, listened to awesome music and looked at demotivational posters. I discovered that Ron and I had similar views on music (we both have a mad love for K-OS and Jurassic 5 and hate melancholy emotional crap), subsidized housing, classism, social justice and development.
The night concluded with Ann Marie and me sharing a bed at her place. We giggled and chatted until 3:30am until finally we were so tired, we went to sleep. I miss my friend so much and wished that my departure could have been delayed so we could spend the entire afternoon together. I can’t believe she leaves on Thursday for Africa. The closer she gets to leaving the more excited I become for her. It is absolutely exhilarating to see someone I love experience the realization of a most passionate long-standing dream. Even if I am dismayed with my own present circumstances, I am quite satisfied to watch my friend enjoy God’s blessings. It has not always been easy for me to say this with sincerity, but today I can say that I truly mean it.
I could go on forever about the gloriousness of my weekend. I had a particularly excellent Friday as well but this post is long enough and I have to get going as church is at 5pm.
Happy Sunday :)
Johanna
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