It’s been awhile, and I don’t feel like writing. Instead I’m going to cleverly post a link to a video that overall summarizes how I feel currently.
Angry Dance
Self Esteem
There’s lots I could write about self-esteem since its something I periodically struggle with, but instead of being deep I’m just going to post a link to this video. Sometimes I’m plenty glad I’m married to an awesome guy who’s nothing like the man in this song. Self Esteem
A happening Friday night
There’s a point in one’s life where staying home on a Friday to decompress and tidy instead of going out just feels right. I’ve hit my carlsberg years (unfortunately Youtube is not forthcoming with that great Carlsberg ad of a couple making out. They’re all hot, sweaty, all over each other, trying to get into their hotel room with the voice over ‘Someone once told me that the hottest sex I’d ever have would be with my wife’ and the camera cuts to the couple making out on the bed, grainy film and all and pans to a bottle of Carlesberg beer. Cue voice over “and they were right.” New voice: Welcome to your Carlsberg years). Anyway, I’m there, and its not so bad.
Today is not the day
Really – today has not been stellar. DGT showed up (hello crippling pain) and after managing a project for several months of gonads and strife I was ‘relieved’ of my duties on a project. I’ll still be here in the background helping my team work with the client but it still sucks. Failure makes me look inside to see how I can do better in the future (which is important) but it hurts since I know I’m capable of doing more even when I’m doing my best.
For teh record, I think I’m overdue on some official gonads and strife today. For your viewing pleasure:
Gonads and strife
I want to get out of here
Sigh. We live in the suburbs outside Ottawa. I have a 32km drive to work that takes an hour on the average day. I don’t know my neighbours and to get groceries I have to get in my car, drive all alone, and meander giant rows of boxed ‘food’. The streets are packed with cars since you need to drive everywhere and there’s another 260 acres of development slated for the fields across the road from us. Traffic sucks, and I’m just not happy in the suburbs. Read the rest of this entry »