Changin’ it up!
I’ve already had a couple people comment on my new layout. By far, the best response being:
“I like it. It’s very calming and makes me not want to kill things. So, essentially, you’re saving lives.”
Oh ya, my friends are funny like that.
But that is what I was going for, I wanted something light and summer-y. It’s not the greatest design, but out of the 30 choices on wordpress.com…it was the only one working for me.
One day (soon hopefully), I’ll host my OWN domain, with my OWN design and it will be glorious!
And I’ll be cool because of it, right? Good, that’s what I thought.
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This weekend I’m heading into the city to hang out with mah Daddy!
Courtney and I are taking the ferry in this afternoon, and I think we’ll be back tomorrow. It’s just a quick trip, and I’m not sure what we’ll get up to, but it’ll be nice to spend time with Dad.
I’ll hopefully be able to meet up with my best friend and partner in crime, Danielle. I haven’t seen her in a couple months due to lack of funds and poor timing, so it’ll be nice to hang out for a bit.
Yay for a nice weekend!
I am a gym snob
You know that chick with the hair pulled back perfectly into a ponytail, wearing tight pants and a halter spandex top that pushes her boobs up to her neck?
Who’s desired speed on the treadmill makes her look like an extra from Baywatch?
Ya, that’s not me. I’m the one in track pants and the ugly shirt I got from a team building exercise at my old work, busting my ass on the stationary bike.
Oh, it’s hawt…I’m not gonna lie.
I know everyone has better things to do than watch me work out, but I still feel like all eyes are on my not-so-in-shape figure. I can’t concentrate on working out when, in the back of my mind, I’m thinking,
“Stop looking at me, stop looking at me.”
You might call that self-centred, but I prefer self-aware.
So, I go to the gym when I know there won’t be many people around. This usually ends up being at 8pm, but that way I’m so tired from my work out, I just shower then crash on my bed as soon as I get home.
Normally, I don’t go to the gym at all! I much prefer going on walks, or doing other recreational things that are FUN! Unfortunately, the last phone conversation I had with my best friend, ended in us making a pact to lose X amount of weight in the next 3 months. It’s an attainable goal without having to go on a mass diet (I’m pretty good at the whole ‘healthy eating/portion control’), but it IS very important that I make the gym a regular thing.
*cringe*
Patience is a virtue
I have a few things in the coming months that I am really looking forward to. I haven’t posted about them in great detail yet, since I’m still waiting for a couple issues to settle.
I’m all about not having things come back and bite me in the ass.
The only problem is, I don’t have the patience to wait. It’s hard knowing if/where/how and even WHEN things are going to happen and then having to resort to waiting for them.
My mind goes at lightening speed. I’m not necessarily the brightest chick, but man, can I THINK!
My imagination comes up with different scenarios for different situations, some logical, and some completely irrational. What if this happens? What if that happens? and Why do I have to wait SO LONG?!?
*deep breaths*
I usually keep most of these thoughts to myself because, let’s face it, I’d come off certifiable.
So I have other ways to keep myself sane, like, putting a countdown on my igoogle homepage, making lists for things I’ll need, or telling myself “only 3 more months” (TODAY!) over and over while I rock back and forth in the corner.
However, I am grateful that I’m this way because it keeps me from staying in one place for my whole life. It encourages me to plan, change, and have crazy adventures. I have so many friends who have been doing the same thing for the last 2, 3, 4 years because they’re waiting for doors to be opened and opportunities to present themselves, but aren’t willing to do the work. They expect life to be handed to them, and when that doesn’t happen, they give up.
It’s sad.
My impatience comes from not wanting to get stuck, wonder ‘What if’ or regret not doing something.
I want to live life to the full.
Oh, I have a blog? Really?
You’d think I had forgotten about it or something eh?
I can’t use the excuse that this week has been so busy I haven’t had time to write let alone shower, because that’s really not the case. I haven’t been drowning in work or overbooked with public appearances.
I place some blame for my blog silence on Twitter. Why write an entire post when you can put exactly what you’re thinking into 140 characters? I’m all about efficiency over here.
Moving on…
On my way back from the Okanagan, I stopped by my dad’s storage space to pick up the many boxes I left there when I moved from the city. I’ve spent a couple days going through everything and it’s felt a little like Christmas. But man, I have a lot of crap I can’t seem to throw away! I had a whole box dedicated to notebooks, that were full of lists, random quotes and baby names (not pregnant, I’ve just been thinking about future baby names since I was 13…girl much?).
The organization and purging that comes with being a pack rat, is glorious and so worth any lack of space it once created.
I’m still far from being done, considering I only have 3 months to put everything I known into the same number of boxes, but I refuse to leave it all to the last minute like last time.
May Long
On my way up to the Okanagan, I ran into my fellow DreamTeam member, Shleigh Shleigh Shanke! I’ve only been able to see her a few times since we came home from Australia, so it was an awesome surprise to see her on the ferry. It was a short visit, but so sweet!
I watched The Office for the first time last night, and I have NO IDEA why I’ve waited so long to watch it! Such an awesome show! I told Angella I had never seen it before, right after I told her I had no idea who Dooce was…needless to say, she was speechless and has now pulled me out from the rock I was hiding under.
Today was HOT! Angella and Matthew took the day to do some shopping and have a nice dinner out, so Lance and I were on kid duty. We stayed outside for basically the whole day, and I have a burn to prove it.
Of course, there was a Play-Doh break.
This is the extent of my creative abilities.
Needless to say, Lance had me beat.
After she came home, Angella made me a couple yummy martinis and us ‘adults’ watched Transformers. Shia LaBeouf is officially my favourite actor, and the one liners had us dying with laughter.
I’ve decided there’s no better name than Optimus Prime. To my future first-born, I apologize.
Gong Show Weekend
I took a half day on thursday to get my first (and last) physical.
At one point, every girl is going to have a doctor check out what’s going on between her legs, and no amount of crying and rocking back and forth in the corner is going change that (which I now know from experience).
Thankfully, it was the last step in the very long process of filling out my application, which I sent off on friday. I should hear back about it by the end of next week, so fingers crossed.
Friday I also had off, to study for my exam. I took Dad, Chad, and Gail to the airport, then settled into study mode.
You know Murphy? The guy with that law? Yeah, he hates me.
By mid-afternoon, I had the biggest headache! I thought it was just from studying, so I took a break…and never picked up my books again. Fever, cough, and nausea, all added to my headache and I ended up going to bed early.
I woke up Saturday morning, not feeling any better, but went to my exam anyway. Luckily, I didn’t cough too much and was out of the exam first. I think I did alright, I don’t have a bad feeling about it, but I don’t have a good one either.
Getting it over with is a weight off my shoulders though.
I rarely get really sick, but this weekend was bad. My fever only broke yesterday, so last night was the first night I didn’t wake up 3 times, drenched with sweat. I had problems breathing, didn’t eat for 4 days, and my coughing sounded like I’d been smoking for 40 years.
I’m feeling a lot better now though, which means I can still go to Summerland for the upcoming long weekend. I have to drive up there by myself, but I’ve made some CDs to rock out to. Plus, It’s going to be HOT this weekend, so I’m really excited to get up there.
Not Dead
…just reeeeaaalllly busy.
You know how you can have all the time in the world one week, and the next there aren’t enough days to get everything done?
This is one of those weeks.
I have my exam on saturday so I’ve been busying studying, plus work, plus finishing up ALL THE THINGS I need to get for my application….whew.
I’ll be back to posting in a few days 
Highschool
I was the girl who knew and got along with everyone. I was in with the Geeks, the Jocks, the Emos, the Preps, the Christian Kids, and some of the Mean Popular Girls.
My girl friends were a grade higher than me, so I spent most of my time with my boys. Austin and Simeon were the smart ones, and I was always in competition with them to get better grades (my 98% to their 90% in the law final cemented my reign). Nick and Colwyn were the coasters, nothing seemed to compare with their love of mountain biking, so they relied on the rest of us to copy off of. And Trevor, I guess you could say, was the jock.
Boys will be boys, so a 4-year long game of ‘Let’s see how much change we can throw into Dayna’s shirt’ quickly began. Of course, when I wore shirts with a high neck it was only taken as a challenge – but by the end of the second class I usually had enough money to get a decent lunch, so everyone won.
And let’s not forget Marissa, she was my relief from testosterone. We would cross-stitch in Math class, sleep in the middle of Grad hallway in our sleeping bags, and eat cafeteria cookies. How we graduated, I’ll never know.
I’ve always been one to value life experiences more than education and while I did get really good grades, I just wanted to get out of there. I did what was required and not much more.
My extra-curricular activities regarding school ended in grade 4 with the chess team (haven’t played a game since). I wasn’t involved in any sport, didn’t help out with pep rallies, and wasn’t on the Grad council.
Before you start thinking I was this little bitter shell of a girl, I should say that most of my after-school time was spent babysitting or being part of the leadership team for our youth group. I was always busy thinking up new theme nights, getting everything ready, and trying to convince the kids that, “No, THIS game will NOT make you throw up.”
For the amount of time I had a mic in my hand, you would have never guessed I had a fear of public speaking.
To my point…
My little bro, Chad, and I are A LOT alike. Probably more than we’d both like to admit. So I was a little surprised to hear that he was running for part of his Grad Council.
Not only running, but running HARD and fully expecting to win.
Chad is a detail guy, just ask him to tell you a story. Any story that would take YOU 3 minutes to tell, would take him 20…I’m not even exaggerating. This trait has led the rest of us to believe that he’ll be a lawyer, a politician, or some sort of developer.
Looks like he’s well on his way to one of them.
