tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57099862011-09-07T19:11:00.971-07:00On the East Coast, "hodge podge" is a much anticipated traditional summer soup made with all the first vegetables of the season...in the dictionary it means a mixture or medley. This is my hodge podge of thoughts, musings and inklings: Set at the seaside because I do all my best musing where I can hear the waves.T.noreply@blogger.comBlogger6231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-77557990670838317352009-10-15T14:14:00.000-07:002009-10-15T14:17:25.467-07:00

It occurred to me that I don’t take road trips nearly as often as I used to, or as often as I’d like to and when I do, they are very purposeful. Drive here, do this, drive back. I’ve been thinking for awhile how to remedy the situation and I think I’ve come up with an idea. Secret Random Roadtrips! Now this only works if I have someone to do this with (or perhaps multiple people) and, of course,

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-49527055281810999092009-10-08T12:55:00.000-07:002009-10-08T13:19:48.532-07:00

I have a birthmark on the big knuckle of my right index finger. An irregular splotch of melanin on an otherwise redhead-pale hand that, if you squint, *might* look like the top half of South America. When I was a baby, just brought home from the hospital, my grandmother tried to wash it off. She was convinced it was some sort of dirt, a small stain of iodine (or something)that somehow fell only

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-62955912564033328602009-09-25T21:45:00.000-07:002009-09-25T21:53:10.487-07:00

It's been awhile (again). Summer was so very busy for me; so full of running around and building and trying to soak up what little summer I could... and then, at the end, three weeks of the kind of summertime bliss that I haven't enjoyed since I was a kid. A real vacation with someone I love, and love to travel with (we're lucky it's both, it isn't always the same).And now...Now I'm having

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-63899558747134838312009-06-14T19:31:00.000-07:002009-06-14T20:00:06.505-07:00

This week has served as a reminder, an illustration, of how much I can simultaneously love and hate this town I live in, this northern city that is now my home in spite of being too far from my ocean... or any ocean at all. First my car was broken into and a bunch of stuff was stolen. I am only thankful that I no longer keep music easily at hand in the car as that would have been too much. The

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-44444586258769114422009-06-09T18:00:00.000-07:002009-06-09T18:01:31.780-07:00

I left those days behind and it's an odd sensation to come across a random reminder.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-62441515427275213842009-04-27T14:18:00.000-07:002009-04-27T14:21:43.685-07:00

This is my week to drink tea, reorganize, transition, write here and there, regroup, rearrange and begin anew. I am hoping to become more regular here and also to write copious amounts in the 5-star notebooks or various bound bits of paper I have been neglecting. Bear with me... it's a bit of a process.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-970311690515650022009-04-26T20:34:00.000-07:002009-04-27T14:18:12.605-07:00

April has been a difficult month. Filled with proverbial April showers and all-too-literal Alberta snow...I lost a friend this month. A friend who was everyone's entertainer, a constant joker somehow conveying love and joy even when he grumbled and swore about something that struck him and brought out his comical ire. A lion tamer of sorts on stage, I have witnessed him tame many a hostile crowd.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-34029587598045620192009-03-16T15:46:00.001-07:002009-03-16T15:53:09.684-07:00

The loom moves with a creak and a bump, almost unbidden, automatic. Yarn becomes colour solidified in soft lines and flow. Feelings of peace and the satisfaction of creativity fill my heart as this object becomes art. This comes from me and yet, feels like it comes from somewhere else - through me. Coming through my hands' work but inspired from elsewhere and simply brought forth. Nothing has

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-88860818739413750862009-03-06T12:50:00.001-08:002009-03-06T12:57:10.684-08:00

Ok, I need to come back here... after my travels and sporadic hockey related posts and many 5-Star notebooks I find the pull of cyberspace drawing me back here. I re-read almost this whole thing from the beginning the other day. It's quite the exercise to look at years of your life with the new eyes of years later. enlightening. overwhelming. enjoyable. I have recently been inspired to do more

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-50613942689353650832008-10-23T19:11:00.000-07:002008-10-24T15:46:25.294-07:00

I have decided to make a list of hockey songs - there are alot of good ones out there and I want to put together a fun playlist of 'em. Not heavy, hockey warm-up type songs but all those songs out there that mention this great game! (So my Can Con quota should be pretty high.)I'd love any suggestions... if anyone still reads this thing. Starting with a couple Kathleen Edwards tunes: Hockey Skates

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-61216759822606330212008-10-18T23:02:00.000-07:002008-10-18T23:05:00.648-07:00

I like winning.I like when my team holds onto a lead rather than losing late in the game.I like having the wherewithal to come from behind and win even better.4-0 is a good place to be right now. Go Oil!

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-39183025735903608862008-10-16T14:47:00.000-07:002008-10-16T14:52:33.763-07:00

Two things from the game vs. Anaheim.I thought this was the game where the kid line would get squished. I thought the Ducks were the most likely team to physically dominate those three. They didn't and THAT made me very happy. Why does Pronger, who would NOT join the valiant tradition of growing a playoff beard, now sport some grizzly adams on his face? Why? (other than to give us fodder for

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-58052313661283478222008-10-12T22:28:00.000-07:002008-10-12T23:28:25.486-07:00

Well it was ugly but it was a win!Love the jerseys, loved the video on the ice to intro the players. Not so sure about our D pairings. Miss Smytty. God bless 'im.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-62676714839465841402008-10-11T13:33:00.000-07:002008-10-11T13:36:46.065-07:00

Oilers Home OpenerWorld Soccer Qualifying Match (it's meaningless but hey...)NBA Exhibition GameI am going to all three of these plus will be watching some televised hockey and football in bars and living rooms near you! It's a good month for sports!

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-27648713656473823672008-10-09T11:30:00.000-07:002008-10-09T11:32:14.657-07:00

I got nothing. Work and life have been just too busy to both READ blogs and WRITE one. Although I AM in a very fun hockey pool now so I may have to give some updates on that little beauty from time to time.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-4300521007670178772008-08-01T14:39:00.000-07:002008-08-01T14:40:57.202-07:00

I feel re-energized today. Things have fallen into place and the future looks brighter than usual. I may need two blogs for all of these musings after all. Give me the weekend and maybe I can sort this whole blogging things back out.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-34836442886534232492008-07-22T15:20:00.000-07:002008-07-22T15:27:48.246-07:00

I have a T-shirt from 1987/88 when the L.A. Lakers won the NBA finals. Yes, "have" - still - a 20 year old T-shirt. It's almost see through and I should likely stop wearing it but...Anyway I wanted to tell a funny story about the year my Lakers won that Championship. I went to the Jr. Prom during the finals and of course, as a pretty gigantic Lakers fan, was a bit concerned about missing the game

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-10197217613072689862008-07-19T16:04:00.000-07:002008-07-22T15:10:57.482-07:00

Seaside Hodge Podge isn't much of a title if I am going to start focusing on sports stuff... I may need to create a whole 'nuther blog. I shall contemplate this but continue using this space for both the sporty new stuff and the introverted contemplation of old.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-10546871920508254542008-07-18T16:05:00.000-07:002008-07-18T16:20:54.063-07:00

I have trouble being a casual fan… of anything really. I love music, live music in particular, and have now evolved into a life where I work for an amazing festival, have done merch sales for more than 200 acts, as well as several festivals, and have attended 4 out of the last five Junos in professional or semi-official capacities. And.... I love sports. My two big ones are basketball and hockey

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-39223271874528393152008-01-10T19:29:00.000-08:002008-01-10T19:37:19.533-08:00

OK so I haven't posted anything at all in three months... oops.So I've started doing stats/timekeeping for a hockey league. "Gentleman's league" (can musicians be gentlemen?) Anyway it's been really fun thus far. A bit of a goof as far as quality of the game goes but I hadn't realized how much I missed having sports in my life.Before moving to Edmonton I had played, coached, done stats and

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-92033270603212099752007-09-24T14:17:00.000-07:002007-09-24T14:34:32.119-07:00

And now returning from her two month blogging hiatus....Short and sweet - the skinny on me lately:The vacation got moved up by a week and then became much less of a vacation. My grandfather got sick and passed away while I was home. I was glad to be there, to get to converse with him a bit before the end, to be there for my Mom... but wow did I need a vacation after the incredibly draining events

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-21884652568451699572007-06-17T21:34:00.000-07:002007-06-17T21:45:39.472-07:00

September 11th. A return to ocean views. As I said before, not to wish the summer away, but I can't wait! There's even a vague possibility of seeing both coasts within a month... hopefully it works out! I'd like to see the west coast - never have except in Costa Rica and methinks it's a bit different there.Another reason I can't wait 'til September... we re-upped our hockey tickets - slightly

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-87338861049929589812007-06-07T10:12:00.000-07:002007-06-07T10:13:35.390-07:00

Better... slowly getting better....

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-36517309603563956502007-05-30T17:17:00.000-07:002007-05-30T17:19:26.685-07:00

anemic.B12 deficient.low.hypo.that explains some things.and gives me a great excuse to go to Garage Burger.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-91073189600039208972007-05-26T15:31:00.000-07:002007-05-26T15:37:52.190-07:00

I like to know where I fit. Where I fit into a situation. What my role is. Who I am to the people around me. I usually know, I usually get it. But I lost it of late on several fronts... I'm gradually finding it professionally speaking, although it's a harder road than I expected and I'm still not sure of some things. And in the other places I'm not sure at all. I'm no longer the person I was then

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-43967046556517656902007-05-23T20:50:00.000-07:002007-05-23T20:54:22.638-07:00

Not to wish away the summer but...Three months to ocean views! An extremely rare, but desperately needed warm weather trip to my ocean and maybe beyond. The sound of the waves crashing, the smell of the salt air, the feel of floating as I splash around instead of cringing because it's too cold to dip my toes. I can already feel my blood pressure decreasing.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-72739274610488323402007-05-22T23:52:00.000-07:002007-05-22T23:57:09.165-07:00

I don't know what's wrong. And I don't know how to deal with that. And I don't know how to tell you that I fear the worst. On another note: I wonder what happened... why I could never be that good.aargh. Could I be more cryptic?Do I go this Saturday to see evidence of my former life or do I let them pass through town without a hello?

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-72887174081224539512007-05-13T17:20:00.000-07:002007-05-13T17:21:40.948-07:00

I unplugged the bed last night, and put the window fan back in... I am wondering just how unbearably hot this apartment might get this year.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-50759091183455823712007-05-04T12:17:00.000-07:002007-05-04T12:24:31.969-07:00

I want to get in my car and drive, not worrying about the price of petrol, just driving to someplace I've never been. Maybe a place requiring a passport. Just somewhere new. I want to find a small dive bar in a small dive town and be surprised by some outstanding music from some local I have never heard of and will never see again. I want to follow one of my favourites to a town I've never seen

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-82721538339048461932007-04-25T00:41:00.000-07:002007-04-25T00:43:48.401-07:00

I spill my guts and he disappears. How strange that this is the first time since I've known him that I can say he is such a typical male.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-12207462850210944022007-04-19T13:35:00.000-07:002007-04-19T13:37:33.770-07:00

Because I am mostly over-social, I usually point the finger elsewhere when an absence grows long. This time I fully acknowledge that it is my responsibility.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-19450800395840820532007-04-17T23:46:00.000-07:002007-04-17T23:52:01.811-07:00

I gave up something in order to have more of something else. Now it turns out that in order to make the most of the something I wanted more of... I need the first thing. Life is sometimes unfair... or at the very least damn frustrating.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-47853540391991731292007-04-10T09:59:00.000-07:002007-04-10T10:02:51.340-07:00

My blog has been both neglected and depressing lately...unless I talked about hockey. But then hockey became depressing so that didn't work out so well. I may leave this thing alone for awhile. Take a break. Put it on pause.Or I may take my cue from "The Secret" and use it to record my gratitudes (I have no idea if that is actually in the Secret).

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-46937632605150961072007-04-09T23:38:00.000-07:002007-04-09T23:43:30.244-07:00

As I went back and forth to the laundry room today, all day long I could smell my neighbors Easter feast and I came to one realization...I hate being here, alone, on holidays. There are very few times during the course of the year when I truly think about what it would be like to live close to my family again but smelling that turkey dinner cooking after a weekend where I basically saw no one at

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-14668095678514355842007-03-25T13:54:00.000-07:002007-03-25T13:59:17.391-07:00

OK, I think I just heard the weirdest song to ever be played at a hockey game.Angry Inch from the Hedwig and the Angry Inch movie musical soundtrack. A song, in case you do not know, that is about the result of a botched sex change operation.It's a rocker for sure but a hockey song? (It WAS during the Chicago/Calgary game so perhaps the Chicago music guy was making a funny dig at say...Dion

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-42191578429111836772007-03-23T15:08:00.000-07:002007-03-23T15:09:14.905-07:00

I don't know how to lie to you. So I refrain from speech.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-15488621045002094202007-03-22T17:38:00.000-07:002007-03-22T17:48:41.467-07:00

Today is my birthday.I have not been feeling very celebratory... about anything really. My whole life I've started my birthday fun sometime around St. Patrick's Day (historically my favourite non-holiday)and just keep going until the day itself... or even another couple of days until my mother's birthday - depending on whether or not she was nearby.It's odd for me to be so antisocial. I am afraid

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-58047053655877207162007-03-06T20:01:00.000-08:002007-03-06T20:17:12.080-08:00

Things are a bit crazy and I don't really know if I'm coming or going but I'm still here. I am looking forwrad to about 60 hours from now like you wouldn't believe.Dan Bern quote of the week:Take just a minute of your day Tell me one thing that you would live for Dying, dying’s easy, getting easier all the time Tell me one thing not to throw it all away for And lastly, because I am still reeling

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-75698176615509241782007-02-14T15:15:00.000-08:002007-02-14T15:19:20.081-08:00

I have no plan. Well, that’s not true – I actually do, one I thought was pretty good in fact - but I guess that’s not how it appears to everyone else. I should have known this was coming because yes - I sure fucked up before. I guess I should have expected it. The judgment and the worry and the disapproving looks. The reluctance to speak at all.Which is just what I needed really. Because it’s

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-42137990867501775852007-02-12T10:24:00.000-08:002007-02-12T10:22:30.948-08:00

I hadn't talked to him in a very long time. Maybe almost a decade. I knew of him still, in that way you always hear about people you once knew, home town people. I knew. Someone I once loved died yesterday. I loved him in the most selfish of ways, knowing that no matter what I did he would love me back. I was ridiculously young and hopelessly headstrong. He was older and wiser, although I would

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-35542594769175395812007-02-12T10:18:00.000-08:002007-02-08T12:34:47.190-08:00

May I never be a prissy girl. I really don't like prissy. Give me a rough and tumble tomboy. A tell-it-like-it-is bitch. A quiet intellect. A beautiful, assertive amazon. A mousy librarian. A funky hippy gal. Anything...anything but prissy. I don't even know what to do with prissy.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-71666382522729457242007-02-08T12:30:00.000-08:002007-02-07T14:48:21.022-08:00

Oh for crying out loud... a TV show I sometimes watch has people "on the run" who are posing as a couple from "New Brunswick, Nova Scotia."Really... how hard is it to come up with an ACTUAL place name?I guess when I go undercover I can pose as someone from Maine, New Jersey...or Florida, North Carolina. For cripes sakes.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-14474030932814763142007-02-07T14:37:00.000-08:002007-02-07T14:48:21.298-08:00

I quit my job. My day job. I need to find another one but I needed to get this one off my back. I feel strangely liberated and even though I have a crapload of work still to do here in the month I have left I don't feel the weight of it all on my back quite so much. I did realize today that it will be hard to say goodbye to some people. Harder than I thought. And somehow it's a little

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-71792121089751968082007-02-04T11:50:00.000-08:002007-02-04T11:54:24.386-08:00

> Somehow there was suddenly no wall between the inspiration and the paper. That's exciting. I'll let you know how it goes. > I still have issues with the new Blogger. > I hate when you pick up your coffee cup thinking you have more left and instead it is empty. To paraphrase a friend of mine "I must more coffee"!

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-42440625339717368382007-01-24T01:50:00.000-08:002007-01-24T01:56:44.975-08:00

I'll tell ya right now, I don't like signing in with my google account - why must blogger make this so complex?darn it.I miss them. They were my first - the reason for everything that came after. And I miss them.I don't know why but in the wee hours of the night I get the NHL Network on this random TV channel that changes depending on the time of day - it's like the Gods of TV heard about my

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1168386771045173982007-01-09T15:49:00.000-08:002007-01-09T15:52:51.486-08:00

(Cross posted on my myspace blog)OK I know it’s that time of year…the time when people put out their “Best of” lists for the year gone by. I don’t like saying “best of” because it’s pretty subjective and much of my response to music is visceral and emotional. So I shall call them “favourites” and the list will not be just records, or just songs, it will be all the musical happenings for my 2006

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1168299966185777452007-01-08T15:40:00.000-08:002007-01-08T15:46:06.416-08:00

There is a new reality show where people audition to be the "triple threat" - SING/DANCE/ACT so they will be cast as the leads in the new Broadway revivial of GREASE!It was the most fun thing EVER to watch!! If ever there was a goal appropriately cheesy enough to warrant a reality show - THIS IS IT!! Oh MY GOD it's so much fun!Young 17 year old who got cut: "But I've wanted to play Danny FOREVER.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1166759353743758602006-12-21T19:42:00.000-08:002006-12-21T19:49:13.986-08:00

"B'ys you knows I loves flyin' 'ome Christmas!" overheard from one of my flightmates. My favourite part of flying home.~~~~~~~~~~~~~Followed closely by the TVs that WestJet has now - CSI on a plane - it doesn't get much better. Flight felt like it took no time at all!~~~~~~~~~~~~~I hate Sportsnet West.~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am continuing my Christmas tradition of getting deathly ill as soon as I set foot

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1165880096711966172006-12-11T15:26:00.000-08:002006-12-11T15:34:56.970-08:00

why oh why can I not get "if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right" out of my damn head??On another note... ever have one of those night where you're on fire, really entertaining and funny and you can't help but wonder afterward why you can't re-tell the damn story and have it be as funny as it was the first time?? Oh and yes, I AM in fact obsessed with hockey right now. And yes, it is

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1164319145643780732006-11-23T13:52:00.000-08:002006-11-23T13:59:05.660-08:00

Through a weird set of circumstances I found myself getting up a little extra early this morning to attend an Oilers practice. And let me tell you it was awesome! I can't even begin.So much fun! Wahoo! Now if I could just wipe this grin off my face....

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1163975756280463962006-11-19T14:15:00.000-08:002006-11-19T14:35:56.296-08:00

It's Hockey week for me this week. A game, a practice, Superskills.... It's going to be good.yippee!

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1163627639700369202006-11-15T13:49:00.000-08:002006-11-15T13:53:59.720-08:00

words with weight more than mine would indicate that this is wrongi've made the wrong decisionthe plan has fallen throughtoo long i've travelled in the worng directioni didn't mean toor i didn't do what i meant toi don't really knowthese words carry no weightweightlessfloating like feathers but with even less meaningand so I write bad poetry and wait for weight

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1163546329524210522006-11-14T15:18:00.000-08:002006-11-14T15:18:49.540-08:00

I am an imposter.

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1162500337213875232006-11-02T12:38:00.000-08:002006-11-02T12:45:37.230-08:00

I must issue a blanket apology... I have become that thing I hate. That person who has such a tight schedule that when I see you has to "fit". I don't like that at all.And so I offer this, my blanket apology, for all the times I am forced to say "My schedule is a bit crazed this week." I have only the excuse that I am working what amounts to essentially 2.5 full time jobs right now and filling in

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1162356575089782392006-10-31T20:47:00.000-08:002006-10-31T20:51:56.060-08:00

I found you.Don't go away again. Too many people go away. Too many people don't come back. Too many people disappear.nice to chat a bit. stick around this time would ya?

T.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709986.post-1162356382130276192006-10-31T20:33:00.000-08:002006-10-31T20:46:22.963-08:00

I don't know how to tell you that that thing you do makes me crazy. I don't know how to take something back once I've said it.I don't know how to vent to you about ANYTHING without it ending up feeling like arguing.I don't know how to "not get mad" when I am nothing but.I also don't know how to not be cranky when you keep telling me that I am (when I'm not, not at the beginning anyway)I don't

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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!OK, I am so very excited about something that my friend Andrea has arranged for the hockey mad Muffy and myself. It's EVEN BETTER than I originally thought!!VERY!EXCITED!I predict this carries me through an entire month until it actually happens and then the afterglow is probably going to last until Christmas.SO!VERY!EXCITED!No, I can't tell you here. If you know me ask me in

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..of the surreal world of bingo fundraisers.Last night I had to chair another bingo to raise money for my theatre. It is part of my job that often conflicts with things I'd actually like to be doing like for instance - watching the first hockey game of the season against the Ducks.Luckily the bingo ladies now have a TV in the back office and kindly let me watch the game when it wasn't too busy.

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Every once in awhile I buy a CD that speaks to me in a way that is very profound. A disc that somehow underscores where I am in a given moment. Music that lives and breathes as though it is a part of me. It doesn't happen very often. Dan Bern's Breathe is one such CD. All I'm gonna do is watch the rain todayBubble down the hillMaybe it'll tell me something I don't knowLord knows nothing else

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If you know that a show is sold out every day for 7 days do you really think that if you call two hours before showtime you will be able to get tickets? Do you not know about "advance ticket sales"? Buy one ahead of time you big dork.Also - if you are calling about tickets please do not start your call with the words "I'm wondering about the show you have." and then pause as though you expect me

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there was a time I could sleep, content in the knowledge that things were more or less ok. there was a time I could sleep, satisfied in his arms feeling loved.there was a time I could sleep in a happy glow after a really great night.there was a time I could sleep exhausted after a good and hard day's work.there was a time I could sleep, when my brain actually ran out, or stopped or something

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So, you there, cool girl with the broad knowledge of music who I am instantly fond of....A tip, a word to the wise... I will not continue to be fond of you if, in the very first conversation we ever have about music (or in fact about anything), you feel it necessary to tell me which musician you hooked up with.Nope. Not cool. In the same way that I hate that people assume I want to have sex with

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It's really nice to make someone that happy.Even if all it took was a late night cup of coffee. (Or maybe especially because that was all it took.)And we all know just how much I love the spontaneous hug.

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I dreamt of you and me... splashing in the sparkling water, nothing but stars overhead. It felt like home. The water always feels like home. It is a romantic notion, this midnight swim and yes - there was frolicking going on in those waves. But mostly my smile was due to the thought that I’d brought you home to my ocean with me. I have been thinking a lot about showing off that stretch of sand.

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I got my tickets home for Christmas. I am going to try to make a stop on the way. I hope it works out. If it does, it will make my holiday extremely cool.I've also been road tripping for some shows with the crazy dance band. It's been fun, exhausting, delightful, sweaty, hysterical, and as Jaycie would say, rad! More road tripping with other swell folks to come shortly which will also be fun in

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I've made a decision. And for the first time it really feels like I did. Which I think is a sign that maybe this time it will stick.

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OK THIS may be the funniest thing ever!Ginger Kids Unite!!PS - I'm not sure what is funnier - the existence of this website, the fact that you can, in fact, donate money to "the cause" or the fact that the word their (possessive) is spelled "there" throughout the entire thing!Which is no reflection on Ginger kids - we are actually very good spellers.

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OK, so the slump in mood of the weekend seems to be passing. It's amazing what the start of pre-season (3 and 0 - I might add, not that preseason means alot but still...) and newly acquired season tickets can do for someone's mood. I can not tell you how happy it made me to see hockey on the front page of the paper. If summer insists on beng over, there might as well be hockey right? I'm an

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I am hoping that I can blame it on the fact that summer seems to have ended with a meteorological kick in the teeth, or on the monthly fluctuation of hormones... but I find myself in a sadly familiar melancholy place where nothing is for sure and everyone has ulterior motives and I am inadequate and a disappointment to everyone including myself. I haven't been here since May so I am finding it

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Happiness is...~ music festivals with perfect weather~ music, stars, friends and fires~ drunk rehearsals~ knees touching on picnic tables~ line-ups with not one single disappointment~ accordians, wash tub bass, harmonicas and mandolins ~ late, late night hot dog roasts~ secret stashes of really good coffee~ tales of lost flip flops~ sparklers~ puppies~ sleepy, sleepy boys~ when random play on

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Who am I? If you had to attach one of those nifty labels to me, what would it be? You know the ones - the ones where you take one look at someone and think you have them figured out. The labels seem to be ever more abundant everyday. Can you be more than one thing? Some days I feel like a big hippie (all I wanan do is dance barefoot in the rain). Some days I feel a bit more rock 'n roll (today

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I put in the CD absentmindedly, just looking for some accompaniment to my cleaning and purging of the junk in my apartment. Ironic I guess, that as I purged pieces of my past, my choice of music brought vivid memories of some of my happiest times. I remember so vividly the men in suits and the ladies dressed to the nines coming out to dance - for this was true dancing music; real dancing, dancing

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OK this giddiness whenever I talk to him has to stop. I am not 12 years old.

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There is only one excuse for hockey hair. And that is hockey.

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I am really not cool enough for my life. Today was just that kind of a day. And by "that kind of a day" I don't mean the kind of day that I realize how cool my life is... I mean the kind where I realize how cool I am not. In oh so many ways.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~On a totally seperate note: I am about to embark on a house-sit gig that involves six dogs, four cats, three turtles, a room full of birds

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I am often envious of your ability to simply disappear. To drop off the earth and seemingly leave it all behind. My connections to people are unfortunately too strong for that. And I'm not sure which of us is the stronger for it.

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Sometimes I wish I had never told anyone about this blog. I want to have one of those rants that I once had about something that happened in my life but too many people read this thing now. (Note: not-so-much my personal life as my work life)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My festival is over. My main summer focus came and went like the blink of an eye this year. It seemed too fast to even get focused, or to

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14.5 straight hours of sleep, one discovery of spending TOO MUCH MONEY this weekend and two phone conversations I can't remember later...I feel human again. Which is good. Because I need to essentially do it all again times 2 in one week's time. ~~~~~~~~~~~I was an observer of a conversation between some musicians about exercise and may have found a good motivator: One musician was saying how he

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Too tired for giddy. It was one of those weekends (weeks?) where there was just too much to take in, too many contacts made and renewed, relationships altered, strengthened. Real time. A long-awaited introduction. A love affair rekindled. Too much music to even begin to give it all it's chance. Laughter, tears, something old, something new.... I don't have giddy in me. I have a quiet contented

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Things have changed so much since then that I sometimes question my memories. Relationships have evolved, people have come and gone, noone lives there anymore. But every once in awhile something takes me back there with a feeling so tangible it seems I am looking into that time all over again. And then I miss you.

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I was tired last night to the point of pain but still, when confronted with the decision between sleep and wanting to see people, chose the people. I should have stayed home. Not because the people weren't swell. They were and are and I love them dearly. But because I really needed the sleep... which is evidenced by the fact that I was a) really bitchy and b) actually afraid I would fall asleep

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Things are good. It's strange to have my baseline so totally different than it was three months ago. Most days are good. Which may explain my derth of blogging - seems I need to be in some sort of chaos to write alot. Who knew?Things are changing. My job is changing...my professional life, I guess, is changing. New things are happening which will be challenging and fun and challenging ... and for

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A wee reply to a very funny spam name:Dear Mr. Chinn Wangling,As much as your name inspires faith and a bit of giggling, I fear that I cannot become your North American representative inspite of your assurance that I will make millions of dollars.~~~~~~~~Someday I am going to write a book using only names that I have received via spam. (shut up Andrew)~~~~~~~~I have decided that I really hate

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There once was a redhaired girl with lots of spunk. She was very tell-it-like-it-is, pull no punches, strong in her opinions. People liked her - "Born leader" they said. She had an abundance of get-up-and-go. Lots of energy that she used mostly for the greater good (honest) with a bit of mischief thrown in for good measure. She knew where she stood and stood there firmly. I liked her. Then she

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...miss ya already dolls. See ya again soon.Thanks for the fun!

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In the wake of a certain professional athlete's departure from the city where I live, there have been alot of people saying things along the lines of "Who'd blame them for not wanting to live in Edmonton?" Now, regardless of whether or not this is the reason he's leaving the discussion got me thinking about living in Edmonton. I am not a native of Edmonton or even Alberta. I am from the Maritimes

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Someone said to me today that my friend and I (admittedly both single, not-so-young-anymore women) sounded like spinsters today because we were talking about hockey.Now I could understand if we were talking about say, cats or knitting... but we were talking about hockey. Is that something bitter single old ladies talk about? I will admit to some bitterness and disbelief in the conversation... the

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Reeses Peanut Butter CupsVery popular, one of you is not enough.What Kind of Candy Are You?

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OK, I think I am past the mourning now and summer can truly begin. I had my one last cheer 'til I was hoarse moment at the rally downtown and now I really am ready to move on. Really. I am. Well, after obsessing a bit more. Then I'm done. I may buy the Weekly Hockey News for the rest of my life but there are season tickets in the offing so it's best to stay informed! ~~~~~~~~~~Helping with that

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So we have a film crew in my theatre right now. All this week. TV is a buzz I don't experience often enough. I sometimes forget how very different it is from a live perfromance. So the vibe in here is kinda neat right now. I like it.AND....Lots of black-shirted tech types - cameramen and the like. Anyone who knows me will understand how happy this makes me.

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Well that sucks. It was one of those days where you wake up hoping last night hasn't happened yet but alas....Regardless of the outcome - It was a fantastic ride! Thanks and pride go out to the boys in blue and copper. You took this city further than we ever expected. See ya back in it next year!

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I'm quite sure it shouldn't seem so weird to be in a reasonable state of mind. Happiness should not come as such a surprise. And I'm also sure that feeling better should not actually make me feel guilty.It's all new and weird and I promise to stop talking about it. I do.

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You can always blame Muffy because she has friends who have friends who are evil.I truly believe that the difference in male and female egos is because urinals sound like applause and toilets sound like...well...toilets. (take a bow boys, you can pee standing up!)

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194 hours of work in two weeks just seems excessive. (seriously - I did the math) And no weekends in June...also shitty. Bright side - at least we've had no disasters thus far. But God I'd give anything to watch some brainless TV in my living room, where by the way, I've had a houseguest for 3 and a half weeks now. Haven't seen much of him. That may be for the best but it makes me feel guilty

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If I closed my eyes real tight, clicked my heels together three times and wished for it, it might look a little like this! My favorite wee festival in the west has once again conjured a near perfect line-up of made-for-the-hoodoos entertainment. That's a woohoo in the hoodoos people! Get yer tickets before they're gone!Looking forward to airport reunions, our very own on-site coffee perk,

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"Who needs models? I like a girl who enjoys her alphaghetti."~~~~~~~~~~~~~He said hi. So cute. I think I'm twelve.~~~~~~~~~~~~~Stalking mission tonight - wish us luck.~~~~~~~~~~~~~Go Oilers!

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I had no idea how thick the fog was until it began to lift. No idea how heavy the shackles were until they were taken off. I had no idea just how much it felt like I was fighting through something ALL THE TIME until I no longer had to fight. I had no concept of the fact that I no longer knew what it felt like to actually wake up in the morning. It's the weirdest thing. Part of me is asking why

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Ok I have to acknowledge something here in print. I care an awful lot about hockey right now. Oh boy do I! I love the buzz of this city. I love the horns and the whoohoos and the high fives from strangers and the impromptu parades of flag-draped cars up and down Jasper. I now know more about guys named Pisani and Pronger and Peca and Roloson than I have known about hockey players since I was a

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I am reluctant to use the word "sucks" about art. Any kind of art... be it music, visual art, or whatever. Because so much of art is subjective. So unless I know for a fact that something is actually bad - like out of tune, off tempo or sloppy, or unoriginal to the extreme... I can't use that word when I talk about art. And I think it's a bit of a cop out when anyone uses it really. It's just a

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OK, I could do without the eyerolling. And things were going so well. Trust me, you have stuff that you bring up in conversation that I don't care about, I still listen, even when you come to me at inopportune moments. And I wasn't talking to you anyway.(She doesn't read this though. In fact, I think the fact that I have it would make her do that eye roll thing that I love so much.)And on an

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