Is this because we were listening to Christmas music?

So, I wake up today and it is snowing. SNOWING.

This might be the most shocking snow I have ever encountered...and that includes the time it snowed in August. I guess I haven't officially cooled off since our lovely July, and so to wake up to a you-know-its-cold-'cause-its -really-snowin'-out there was a little shocking to the system. At least I have my ultra-cute weather-appropriate footwear to don today. What? You're jealous of my New York boots? You really should be. Plus...me, appropriately shod for once...pay attention, 'cause it happens about once a decade.

So yesterday I posed a question to a few friends, and now I'll offer it to the cosmos (and my future self) If you are a senator, shouldn't you have a cell-phone? Or, maybe the more important question is: If you are a senator, does that automatically guarantee that your pay phone call is "real"? Senator Joyce, were you really talking to someone on the pay phone, or were you, like so many homeless at Safeway before you, just trying to make it look like you actually knew someone. I would gladly relegate some of my tax dollars to your personal cell-phone fund so that you don't have to use the same phone as the people who live "across the street"

Yesterday, I also had a funny experience at work with one of the newbies. Jordan, who I swear is not a day over 14, is training on cash with the ever-so-suitably stern Travis Jay. Jordan overheard a conversation that Travis and I were having about the merits of tenors and other opera stars. This child (maybe he's older...I don't know!!) said to me "Most people wouldn't admit they liked Opera!" Hmm. Maybe he was afraid the cool kid at work was going to beat me up for liking something so lame! Seriously, you know you're in Lethbridge when liking Opera is a brave thing. Culture, anyone? Oh, man...I think I am now channeling Travis...

Anyway, I really need to venture into my favorite part of the house and retrieve my laundry. Hopefully there will be naughty things going on down there.

One can only hope.

I am watching it with or without you

What is your definition of Purgatory?

I will tell you one of mine. I imagine Hell to be having to de-sticker and de-security tag c.d.s and d.v.d.s for all of eternity. As I was doing returns of said audio-visual objects, I realized it had been a while since I had the pleasure of feeling the sharp corner of the security tag slide under my fingernail into the oh-so-tender skin that is found there. Yeah. Not even the fun of cash is worth that delightful sensation...

So, today I had the pleasure of helping select resumes to call potential employees for a job interview. This was an interesting experience because it felt a little weird to have someone's fate at your fingertips. As I was separating the pile into the yays and the nays, I felt like I may be either ruining or bettering someone's life with one decision. Little scary.

Anyway, I need to go and watch Heroes. I am addicted.

Everyone and their blog is packin'...

If blogging is like riding a bike and...other such things, then I shouldn't be awkward, right? Ahhh...see what I did there? Now your wondering about my checkered past with...bicycles.

O.k., worst start ever. Officially.

So, the last month has been as little bit...crazy with: things I'd never done before, fruitless job interviews with the devil, fantastic promotions at work, Victoria Park slowly taking over Chapters, a thousand new girls in the ward(How will I get to you all??), Ashley moving away (I miss you and your juice), Mary moving in (most likely to have her heart hurt a lot), our fridge dying, and then infuriatingly, coming back to life the day the Appliances guys are coming, Whoop-Up Days and the Ferris Wheel (remember how I used to be scared of you. I own you now!), the corn maze...again (although this time, not so much of a bust)

It has been one year this month since I came out of obscurity and began a social life. (I'd especially like to thank Denise for forcing me out) Its been a great year and I feel like I am a different person, absolutely. I have been extremely fortunate to find amazing friends, kindred spirits, actually. As Travis asked me the other night, how often in your life do you find people who understand you, share your (sometimes nutty/inappropriate) sense of humor, and are willing to hear you rant? I (sheepishly) add to this list the ability to withstand the monthly minor break-downs. At least, as Denise will tell you, I am a good apologizer...

For Jess and Adam, who moved away and left me no choice but to join the human race, I am including a little non-hormonal ranting in this post. And, it goes as such. If you are a customer at a book store and you do not know the full name of the author you are looking for, and you have no idea of any of the titles he has written, if you only say to me: "I think his name is Greenspan...and he writes travel...stuff.., do not...DO NOT treat me like I am stupid when I can't help you find this book. There is only one moronic person in that scenario and it ain't me. Another favorite of mine lately is people saying to me, "I don't know the title or the author...but I will recognize the book when I see it." To this, I say to them, "Thank goodness we only have 15 books in the store. I'll check around here...how about you check your car. Yeah. And then your house as well. Don't come back.

I leave this post today with a proposition (not that kind...please) for a friend. True love does exist. I have seen it. I have watched one sister find the person with whom she can share a perfect understanding of humor, even without words. I have seen how another sister gained confidence because of the unconditional love of her sweet husband. I have seen my brother turning into a father and husband to the woman he loves. I have watched two people face the hardest thing imaginable, and still come out of it stronger and unified. And, I have seen my parents' unending patience with each other. True Love is not a fairy tale, it is not something that just happens to you, or falls into your heart. It is commitment and work and devotion, and o.k., maybe a little bit of luck in finding someone to share it with. I have not been so lucky, yet. But, it is real. It's all in how you look at it.

Well, here it is. My return to the world of blogging. I hope you crazy kids appreciate it, because I will not be able to look any of you in the eye, what with all the baring of the soul and what-have-you.

Cheers.