I'm currently in the market for a new couch.
Naturally, my parents asked me what happened to my old couch.
The answer, of course, is that I have moved it into the kitchen. Or just outside the kitchen.
The bottom line is that I can now lounge on my couch while at the kitchen table. And when I have friends over, they can sit comfortably on the couch and chat with me while I put on a spot of tea.
The botton line is that I think the whole concept of a kitchen couch is a real winner. Which is why I'm now looking for a new couch.
Also, I think I'm going to learn how to drive standard.
Naturally, my parents asked me what happened to my old couch.
The answer, of course, is that I have moved it into the kitchen. Or just outside the kitchen.
The bottom line is that I can now lounge on my couch while at the kitchen table. And when I have friends over, they can sit comfortably on the couch and chat with me while I put on a spot of tea.
The botton line is that I think the whole concept of a kitchen couch is a real winner. Which is why I'm now looking for a new couch.
Also, I think I'm going to learn how to drive standard.
One of my very good friends moved to the west coast a couple years ago while I was still living in Onterrible.
This turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to our friendship.
I sometimes keep very late hours, and in those quiet moments of the night, my search for conversation would invariably lead to her; A product of the change in time zones which resulted in her being my only friend who would still be awake.
To my dismay, my moving West has not brought me similar benefits.
Why is this? Perhaps all the people I know out east sleep extra early. Or perhaps they're all just too busy to call. Ah well.
This turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to our friendship.
I sometimes keep very late hours, and in those quiet moments of the night, my search for conversation would invariably lead to her; A product of the change in time zones which resulted in her being my only friend who would still be awake.
To my dismay, my moving West has not brought me similar benefits.
Why is this? Perhaps all the people I know out east sleep extra early. Or perhaps they're all just too busy to call. Ah well.
Labels: keeping in touch, Robin, time zones, West
I went camping in Manning Park last weekend.
We did a five hour long trek along this ridge in the mountains and then camped overnight in a little meadow.
I give thumbs up to mountains and meadows.
I remember disliking camping as a child, and I was wondering why this has changed.
I've come to realize that my childhood camping was a fundamentally different experience.
For one, I am now using blinged out equipment. The importance of this cannot be overstated. All those desperate childhood moments fumbling with a flashlight in one hand and toilet paper in the other? Gone, now that I have a headlight (so the bestest). Rolling miserably on the rocky ground? Gone, now that I have down sleeping bag and a thermarest.
Another thing I remember quite vividly are the bugs. I don't know if maybe there are less bugs out west, or maybe if my skin has gotten less tasty, but this is not nearly the problem it once was. Hooray!
And finally, I have all these memories of camping being a very squishy experience. I think my parentals thought that smaller spaces would maximize family time. This would be why they rented a two door sedan on our most recent trip to Newfoundland. I'd hit my head on the ceiling every time we went over a bump, and unfolding myself out of the backseat was like getting out of a clown car. Anyways, childhood camping entailed cramming five people into a four person tent. I can now say with great confidence that having a bit of elbow room while camping is a very good thing.
Either way, I'm re-evaluatng my whole outlook on camping. I may indeed become one of those 'campers'. It's altogether quite pleasant. Plus, I'm really good at walking. That's a skill the old family vacations taught me very well.
We did a five hour long trek along this ridge in the mountains and then camped overnight in a little meadow.
I give thumbs up to mountains and meadows.
I remember disliking camping as a child, and I was wondering why this has changed.
I've come to realize that my childhood camping was a fundamentally different experience.
For one, I am now using blinged out equipment. The importance of this cannot be overstated. All those desperate childhood moments fumbling with a flashlight in one hand and toilet paper in the other? Gone, now that I have a headlight (so the bestest). Rolling miserably on the rocky ground? Gone, now that I have down sleeping bag and a thermarest.
Another thing I remember quite vividly are the bugs. I don't know if maybe there are less bugs out west, or maybe if my skin has gotten less tasty, but this is not nearly the problem it once was. Hooray!
And finally, I have all these memories of camping being a very squishy experience. I think my parentals thought that smaller spaces would maximize family time. This would be why they rented a two door sedan on our most recent trip to Newfoundland. I'd hit my head on the ceiling every time we went over a bump, and unfolding myself out of the backseat was like getting out of a clown car. Anyways, childhood camping entailed cramming five people into a four person tent. I can now say with great confidence that having a bit of elbow room while camping is a very good thing.
Either way, I'm re-evaluatng my whole outlook on camping. I may indeed become one of those 'campers'. It's altogether quite pleasant. Plus, I'm really good at walking. That's a skill the old family vacations taught me very well.
Labels: camping, family, Manning Park
You know what sucks? When you have to look for things.
That is probably the biggest pet peeve I have about work. I spend waaaaay too much time looking for things, looking for people etc etc.
And sometimes, I'll find what I'm looking for, only to find that it's broken or malfunctioning.
The frustration of it all is really getting to me. Good thing it's nice outside!
That is probably the biggest pet peeve I have about work. I spend waaaaay too much time looking for things, looking for people etc etc.
And sometimes, I'll find what I'm looking for, only to find that it's broken or malfunctioning.
The frustration of it all is really getting to me. Good thing it's nice outside!
Labels: frustration, work
I have a friend with a blog, who recently put parameters on his postings. Something like, it had to be a significant event, or something about how if it was reaaaally significant, he had to tell people in person first.
whatever.
I think we should all lower our posting threshold. I mean, really, the purpose of this whole thing is to make sure you all still know I'm kicking it old school waay out here on the west coast. So to that end, I'm gonna try and write regularly. I won't be writing anything deep or interesting necessarily, but I'll be writing. That, in my mind, is the whole point.
Also, I'm going to be editting less. I remember one of the points people brought up when trying to avoid blogging was that it was time consuming. I agree.
The bottom line, is that I've decided for bloggings sake, that quantity does indeed trump quality.
whatever.
I think we should all lower our posting threshold. I mean, really, the purpose of this whole thing is to make sure you all still know I'm kicking it old school waay out here on the west coast. So to that end, I'm gonna try and write regularly. I won't be writing anything deep or interesting necessarily, but I'll be writing. That, in my mind, is the whole point.
Also, I'm going to be editting less. I remember one of the points people brought up when trying to avoid blogging was that it was time consuming. I agree.
The bottom line, is that I've decided for bloggings sake, that quantity does indeed trump quality.
This pacific time zone is totally messing up my ability to keep in touch with my peeps.
It seems that I'm always just leaving work when people are going to bed, and I just don't have it in me to wake up early to phone people.
Sorry if I haven't phoned recently! The time zones conspire against me.
It seems that I'm always just leaving work when people are going to bed, and I just don't have it in me to wake up early to phone people.
Sorry if I haven't phoned recently! The time zones conspire against me.
Labels: keep in touch, phone
So I got promoted, as of July 1.
This is not as big a deal as it sounds. It's sort of like how a first grader gets 'promoted' to second grade.
What does it mean? hmmm. More responsibility I suppose. I'd say a key difference is that I can no longer blame my incompetencies at being the newest person there. Gotta find some other excuse now...
This is not as big a deal as it sounds. It's sort of like how a first grader gets 'promoted' to second grade.
What does it mean? hmmm. More responsibility I suppose. I'd say a key difference is that I can no longer blame my incompetencies at being the newest person there. Gotta find some other excuse now...
Labels: R2
Can you see it? Feel it?
It's change. Change is in the air.
Change is...
good?
inevitable.
undeniable.
Is it gradual? Or punctuated?
It must be a bit of both. Because although I've seen it a long way coming, I'll remember this specific moment, this specific day among the thousands that slip by.
Way to go Groder!!!!!!!!!
It's change. Change is in the air.
Change is...
good?
inevitable.
undeniable.
Is it gradual? Or punctuated?
It must be a bit of both. Because although I've seen it a long way coming, I'll remember this specific moment, this specific day among the thousands that slip by.
Way to go Groder!!!!!!!!!
Labels: Canada day, change, engagement, Groder