guitar hero

ready to rock, originally uploaded by bess grant.

it's the final countdown

OH YES!!
it really is. 8 more hours. a quick 8:30 to 4:30 and we're out. it doesn't quite seem real. to come so far and to invest so much and to love what you're doing and where you're doing it and the people you've been doing it with (don't be gross, jill and lisa!!) and then to leave all the stress and worry and work and walk out the door. it seems weird. it seems hard to let go.

on a lighter note:

We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back,
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown...

YES! the headbanging! YES! the synchronised headbanging.

it wears me out (it wears me out)

even if i go to bed right now, i will still be exhausted tomorrow.
over and over and over again. if it stops, it never ends.

i count 2 - 2 - 3... breathe - 2 - 3.

warn your warmth to turn away

while i'm not one to shy away from crazy, life-changing choices, harebrained schemes or impossibly stupid plans, i have lately become someone who stresses about them. i find myself waking up throughout the night, grinding my teeth until my jaw hurts, which is super annoying since the bub sleeps way better now and i could, (possibly), sleep for 6 hours at a time. here's a rundown of what i've been up to - it's not all stressful, but it isn't all fun and games, either.

1. my computer has committed suicide. a co-worker sent me an email about how annoyed he was at something (justifiably) and my computer promptly died. my computer is too sensitive! i mean, it has dealt with lots of problems before. mega spreadsheets and databases, production plans, recruitment schedules, flickr flickr flickr all the time. even nasty emails directed at me. so why the sudden balking at a little email ranting? i had to take it to the guy at the apple store (or genius, if you will) and he suggested backing it up and then reinstalling EVERYTHING. currently, rob's computer says that it will take 63 more hours to back up my desktop. my desktop, people! we're not talking any of the 19 days worth of music, the 7000 photos or the 4,500 emails in my inbox (which i can't access). at work, i knelt at my computer's, ummm... trackpad... and sang "i can't live if livin' is without you. i can't live, i can't live anymore". i cannot believe this didn't cure it.

2. the bunhead just got SUPER excited. this is because bmx biking is an olympic sport (as just discovered watching the olympics just now). he says, "what is this? what is this??" he is now standing 2 feet from the screen. don't burn your eyes, bun. don't. burn. your. eyes.

3. i went to watch some whales when a couple of my parents were here on a visit. this is what they looked like:



so sweet, so salty and so sunny.

4. putting my house up for rent. oh, doesn't it sound lovely? sigh. i was so happy when we bought it, thinking of how we could make it our own and not have to move anymore. ha, ha, double ha! just goes to show that i should shut up and not count on anything. ever. poopsicles. not popsicles. POOPsicles.

5. making time to have fun with the bub.





6. finally, finally buying new bras after having (and nursing) a baby. and, boy, am i surprised at how little i knew about bra sizes. i mean, this is a science, ladies! not only that, but everything i thought i did know was completely wrong. diane's, thank you for opening my bra-tarded eyes. deborah, thank you thank you thank you for saying they would know.

oh, yeah. and 7...
preparing to leave canada and emigrate to australia in one month, leave my family behind and start a new job. hoo-fuckin'-RAY! i need a mouth guard so my teeth stay intact at night. *grind*

summer time and the livin' is easy

i fell in love with you before the second show

porthole, originally uploaded by bess grant.

there's a whole contingent of my family that works on cruise ships. while their views are spectacular, their lives are a little in limbo. and tucked into a dozen cubic feet of space.

press me to your lips and i'll suck the poison out

a bird pooped on my head. if that's good luck, then i wish to be unlucky. whoever said it was lucky was just trying to be all nonchalant about it.
"that? that's bird shit... huh? yeah, it's good luck, man. didn't you know?"
i hate to break it to you, but it doesn't get much uncooler than having birdshit in your hair. unless you're bald and a bird shits on you. that's probably pretty uncool, although easier to wipe off. easier than wiping it off dreadlocks.

and in other ground-breaking, earth-shattering news:

the bub was offered a role in a game some older kids were playing at the park the other day. this particular role didn't really stretch her imagination too much, i don't think, as she was offered the role of a person baby. not a cat baby, 'cause they already had one of those. a person baby. you know, the kind that she is. i guess she did a fairly credible job.

crack addicts have morals, too! the other day i was walking with my sister and brother-in-law at main and hastings (yo, EASTSIDE! REPRESENT! yes, i am mean to tourists...), when a crack addict yelled, "baby on the block!! put away the freakin' pipes!" (please note the use of the word freakin' as opposed to another descriptive "f" word). morals and a cleaned up vocabulary. way to go, crack dancers! i know the bub appreciated it.

oh, and this just in:
i love italics.
aw heck, i love you.

every morning and every day i bossanova with ya

today at work i'm pretty sure i drove my coworkers crazy. this is something i do a lot.

one of them is teaching me how to tell the other one to shut up in russian. the other one is sharing a pair of headphones with me 'cause the russian doesn't like our music. there is also a piece of soap that looks very much like genitalia of the male persuasion perched on the divider between our desks. i made it a top hat and my coworker pinned on a boutonniere so it's actually quite dapper genitalia.

this is what happens when you huff peppermint bath bombs.