Eleven days since I posted last!

Well, since then I went away on business, got terribly sick, recovered slo-o-o-w-ly, tried to get back to normal, and tried also to get caught up.

I think I might have to make multiple postings to get all the daily pix in nicely, but let’s see how we make out, shall we?

First up: January 11th photo. Trying out my new contraption for changing skeins of yarn into nice balls of yarn. Yarn is Dream in Colour Smooshy Sock Yarn with real silver shot through it. Since I don’t have a yarn swift to coordinate with my ball winder, I have looped the skein around a kitchen chair. Tedious, but it works! This yarn is going to be knit into a cowl, eventually.

Jan 12th photo: my room at the Royal York, where I was staying while away on business. Ahhhhh, so calm, peaceful and tidy….like my house used to be (and will be again someday, probably when I am retired…LOL). The colour scheme at this (and many other hotels) is classic red, green and gold. This is along the lines of the colours I am thinking of, for when JD and I make over the apartment at our historic property into our marital home, instead of what it is now: a tired looking bachelor pad.

January 13th photo: After the business meeting was over, JD and I decided to take a mini-holiday and spend the rest of the day and the next in Niagara Falls.

Some of the holiday lighting displays were still operating and I tried capture them sans tripod. A little blurry, but hey… you get the idea. Little did I know that I would end up in the early morning hours of the next day sick as the proverbial dog, not sure which end to hang over the toilet. At first I thought it was food poisioning (from the Royal York, really???) but later I read in the local newspaper about a mysterious 24 hour stomach bug that is threatening to close down the hospital to visitors….I suspect that is what I got hit with.

Jan 14th photo: After some debate as to whether I was even well enough to handle the 2 hour car ride home to the Village, I decided I just had to get home. Did not want to pay to spend another night being sick in our hotel, however cheap and off-season it was. On the way home, we stopped at Dee’s General Store in Valens so I could stagger in for her unbelievable butter tarts. Peanut butter butter tarts are my absolute favourite of hers. Still, it was 2 more days before I could do more than just look at one, and luckily there was still one left for me at that time! Stupidly, I went back to work on the 15th, instead of staying home for some badly needed recuperation time.

January 15th photo: Once I dragged my sorry butt back home from work, I flopped onto the couch and started watching the first season of Glee on dvd. What a cool show.

I think I’ll stop here and continue updating the blog with another posting: Part Deux.

On page 48 of Getting Things Done, so far…

Great little pull quote there:

“You have more to do than you can possibly do. You just need to feel good about your choices.”

OH. MY. GODDESS.
You mean I not an abysmal failure for not being able to do it all? David…darling…where have you been all my life?

Can’t wait to start feeling good about my choices rather than stressed about the people/things/tasks/stuff I am letting fall thru the cracks, by the wayside, off the wagon, into the ditch – pick your fave.

And let’s not forget the stuff I forget. I want to feel good about that too. Uh, when I remember that I’ve forgotten, that is.

This mental foggery that I keep experiencing is gettin’ old, along with yours truly. Somedays I am tempted to call the doc to see what can be done. But I am not sure right now if I am even in peri/full-blown mentalpause.

Remember the hot flashes I blogged about a month or so ago? Haven’t had one since that time. So what the blue blazes was that all about, anyways?

Hey Body! Quit messing with my head. I mean it.

OK. So here I am, finally back on the blog.

Dear Blog,

I thought of you daily. Well, not daily, but at least every other day. Usually with a twinge of guilt.
Well, not a twinge, but actually a big whallop of guilt. This is sad.

To feel guilt about neglecting my own creation. After all, who do I report to on this? Ummm….Me. And as Me, I should cut Myself some slack for getting busy and stressed with work and other life committments. It happens.

However, as Me, I would like to remind Myself that when I get busy, I tend to forget my personal goals. They are the first to drop by the wayside. All. The. Time. Me says this is no way to treat Myself. Myself agrees.

Me would also like to add that writing on the blog is very good for Myself. Myself concurs. Me adds that Myself needs her writing practice much more than Myself knows. This is good for emotional and creative health, as well as for reinforcement and focus on Myself’s goals.

So dear Blog, all 3 of us would like to apologize deeply for being away for so long. We are going to do better from now on.

Sincerely,

Me, Myself and I

Never to be duplicated, I sincerely hope.
Started off with an infected tooth. Emergency visit to dentist. On antibiotics and painkillers, with a root canal scheduled for this coming Tuesday.

Then came my endoscopy procedure on Friday. Sedated completely with a camera and snipper thingy shoved down my throat. Remember the doc advising me to try not to belch. Came to during the procedure because I was belching loudly and incessantly and couldn’t help myself. (Found out later that during this procedure they blow your tummy up with air so they can see stuff better – hell, no wonder I was belching like a 12 year old boy!!!) So sorry Doc, hope you got what you went in there for, despite my reptile brain trying to belch your equipment back out at you. Guess I’ll find out in a week or so, when I see you again.

Then Friday night, recovering at home and finally able to stay awake for more than 20 minutes at a time (my goddess, what did they shoot me up with at the hospital???), I decide to start opening up my mail. Saw 5 weird transactions on my MasterCard bill. Just great. Someone has gotten my number somehow and is ripping me off. Bought themselves a cell phone from Fido, spent over $500 bucks at a salon (on what? It costs me $20 to get my hair cut), ate out several times at some Chinese eateries…in general, had themselves a good time committing fraud in my name.

The people at the credit card company were great though. They immediately shut down my card and are sending me a new one so hopefully that is the end of that.

The icing on the cake of The Week That Was is that I think I am finally experiencing some of those hot flashy thingies. Nothing too too dramatic. Just waves of heat coming over my body. If it doesn’t get any worse than this, I can deal.

Last week I saw a show on Slice that has piqued my interest:
http://www.slice.ca/Shows/ShowsPage.aspx?Title_ID=240165

It’s a reality show, transformation-style. Get together a bunch of women who have recently had their hearts broken savagely and stick them in a resort for 6 weeks with a bunch of experts to give them their mojo back. At the end of it all, they put on a burlesque show with their newly made-over fine selves, in front of their families and friends….and their exes!?!

I get the whole revenge aspect. Who hasn’t wanted to meet with someone who dissed them, or overlooked them, or crushed them, on a day when all the planets align and you LOOK, FEEL, ARE spectacular, at the top of your game? Wearing your most kick-a** shoes, a killer outfit, hair and makeup perfect (for once). It’s a wonderful little fantasy.

The Ex aspect though, not sure how I feel about that part of the show yet.

I am torn between the part of me that says: Yeah, show him what a doofus he was for dumping you! Sour grapes buddy – you can’t have her now! Look at what you’re missing, what you couldn’t see, that was there all along: a vibrant, sexy, confident woman!!!!

And the part of me that says: whoa….doesn’t this lock these women in with their exes for another 6 weeks at least, instead of them moving forward with their lives??? And I really hope the motivation for these ladies is to look and feel great for their own sakes….not just completion of the “looking this hot is the best revenge I can inflict on you” scenario.

The burlesque expert on the show intrigues me as well. Being a belly dance fan, I am also finding myself becoming a fan of burlesque costumes and dance (although I admit I know almost nothing about the art. It’s not stripping or pole dancing – that much I know). She dresses like a 40’s pinup (very cool!) and made a comment on the show that has stuck with me all week:

“Sexy is not comfortable”…meaning you have to work consciously at it all the time when performing! Something I think about when practicing belly dance. Reminding me to engage all of my muscles to execute the moves properly.

I am hooked. And I am going to keep on watching.