Sunday, May 29, 2011

This is my competition?

I've made my career in a profession that's fairly recession-proof (someone has to prepare the numbers, even if they're bad), and have always found jobs easily.  I was reading a funny post from Classy Career Girl about weird things people had done in interviews, and they're more common than you'd think.  As I got involved in recruiting, it became clear that I had been drastically overestimating my competition in the job market.  All I can say to these poor job-seekers is...(Dr Phil voice here) "what were you thinking?"

Flipping through resumes, I came across the following gems:

"You will be astounded at my remarkable and profound talent with financial statements."  I like your artistic spirit, but it's accounting, not conducting a symphony.  Also, confidence is good.  Conceit, not so much.

Under e-mail address:  bubbles###@hotmail.com (I removed the actual numbers to protect the clueless).  OMG.  This is an insurance company, not a strip club or a bar.  Ever heard of different e-mail accounts for work and personal activities?  Then again, there is a car in our company parking lot with the license plate "Hotty". 

You can find more funny resume facepalms here.

One time I was trying to set up an interview, and the candidate's mother (!) refused to pass on the call until I had fully identified myself and sufficiently explained why I wanted to talk to her daughter.  By the time she passed the phone over, I no longer wanted to interview someone who was part of this gene pool.  Keep in mind, the requirements for the job included a university degree and several years of experience.  It's not like I was calling a 14-year old.

The craziest interview I was involved with is going to sound like I'm making parts of it up, but I assure you I am not.  My boss was hiring a new manager and I was sitting in on the interview, because my boss wanted the perspective of his current management team on the candidates.  This guy looked awesome on paper - highly educated and great experience.  When he arrived in a posh suit and sharp briefcase and started talking, we thought we'd found our guy.

Until we got to the question on teamwork.  When asked to describe a situation in which he'd dealt with conflict in a group setting, he said he'd managed a girls' soccer team and that had been very challenging because "you know how crazy women get at that time of the month" (the interview team was 90% female). 

Things went downhill from there, and after making several more lawsuit-worthy comments, the candidate suddenly flung himself back in his chair, threw up his hands, and yelled "I'm not going to get this, am I?"  As we stared open-mouthed at him, he pulled on his tie and sulked: "I just don't get it.  Why won't anyone hire me?"  Umm, I have a few ideas...The candidate then grabbed his resume, stuffed it into his briefcase and stomped out.

My paltry experiences are nothing compared to what professional recruiters see though.  Here are some highlights from both recruiters and candidates:

“I sent a digital resume and cover letter via email to apply for a position as a technical writer. Within a few hours, a message from the director in charge of hiring came via email. Full of anticipation, I opened the email to find a terse message: ‘your resume is infected with a virus and has been quarantined.’ A person cannot recover from an infected resume. I did not pursue the position further.”

“A guy who forgot dark socks to wear with his suit colored in his ankles with a black felt-tip marker.”

"One candidate, when asked if he was ever convicted of a felony, responded, "No, I was not convicted, I pled guilty."
"During the interview, an alarm clock went off in the applicant's briefcase. He apologized and said he had to leave for another interview. "

"After arriving for an early morning interview, a job seeker asked to use the hiring manager's phone. She then faked a coughing fit as she called in sick to her boss."

"In response to a hiring manager's offer to answer questions about the position, the job seeker replied, "What happens if I wake up in the morning and don't feel like coming to work?"

I wanted to show you the best video resume ever, but it appears the legal kill-joys have excised it from the Internet.  For those who haven't seen the Aleksey Vayner video, here's a description from a UK news source:
Describing himself as 'Aleksey Vayner, CEO & Professional Athlete,' the video shows him (supposedly) lifting a 495-pound weight, serving a tennis ball at 140mph, performing a rather impressive rotating jump while skiing, and – in an extended sequence – ballroom dancing with an underdressed lady while clad in a figure hugging black polo neck.  In the video, he comments: 'If you're going to work, work. If you're going to train, train. If you're going to dance, then dance, but do it with passion.'

Finally, wearing white robes, he majestically smashes a pile of bricks with his bare hands.

In his cover letter to UBS, he says: 'As a world-level athlete in several sports, I have developed an insatiable appetite for peak performance and continuous learning. My trainer and world martial arts champion often said, “Impossible is just someone's opinion.” I live by those words.'

His 11-page resume (11 pages!) also states that he is the CEO of his own investment firm, that he founded a charity helping young people, and that he can cure people using his knowledge of Chinese medicine.

What are your job-seeking stories?  I'd love to hear them!


Friday, May 27, 2011

I want you back

Ah, Five-Minute Friday.  My little mini therapy session every week, hosted by The Gypsy Mama.  Here's what we do:


Sometimes all it takes is five minutes. Five minutes to just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back and invite others to join in.  Here's your invitation ;)

Today's prompt is on forgetting...

*GO*

It's all slipping away.  The confidence, the enjoyment of shopping and exercise and self-expression.  Dancing in front of the mirror at the gym, I modify the exercise so my fitness classmates can't see the arm jiggle quite so much.  Some days I don't go at all.  It's too depressing seeing this strange fat woman in the mirror, and I'm embarrassed in front of the regulars I've worked out with for so many years now.  Of course they'd never say anything but I know what I've thought in the past.  How long does it take to lose the baby weight anyway?  Maybe if she hadn't gained so much in the first place.  The boxes and boxes full of cute little clothes and bras and pants that don't chafe at the thighs.  The feeling of moving through life like a curvy gazelle rather than a particularly slothful elephant.  I don't know if my skinny girl is still alive buried under all that fat, but I want her back.

*STOP*

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Oh My Gawd Becky!

Day 25 of the 30-day music challenge is a song that makes you laugh.  It's Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot, one of my favourite old-school songs of all time.


 
Lots of people think this song is horribly misogynistic, but I've always felt nothing but love for the ladies from Mr Mix a Lot and his big butts.

The guys I hung around with in high school were mostly white, and I always knew I was ugly with my curly brown hair, brown eyes and flat chest.  I was pretty much the opposite of the white guy's idol, Pamela Lee. My teenage twin was Ugly Betty.



In the summer before Grade 12, I grew two cup sizes and the white guys still weren't interested (except for my amazing husband, but that's a different post), with all those fake blondes blinding their vision.  But the non-white guys started to turn their heads.  By the time I was 19 and out clubbing (drinking age is 19 here in Canada so I was a good little legal girl), I was getting plenty of attention from any guy with a permanent tan.  I never cheated on my serious boyfriend, who became my husband, but that male attention did wonders for my self esteem. 

No girl wants to feel like a hideous troll, and I've got a soft spot to this day for the darker guys who knew how to give good compliment and made me feel hot for the first time in my life.  Mwah - kisses!
 

Summer Shame

 Hurray!  The happy season is finally here!  Unfortunately, all that sun seems to fry people's brains, making it necessary to establish some summer rules.  Enjoy this special time, but please DON'T:

1)  Wear any kind of backless shoe to work.  That slap-slap of your feet all day long makes me want to slap-slap you upside the head.

2)  Douse yourself with perfume or cologne.  Scented sweat is nasty. 

3)  Squish yourself into something that doesn't fit.  Actually, this applies all year long, but the results are especially horrifying in summer:

4)  Torture us with excessive air conditioning.  All winter long, we feebly stretch our pasty hands towards the windows, chanting "One day summer will come again and warmth will return."  Finally that glorious sunny day arrives, and as we walk into the building glowing with happiness, we're blasted with icy cold air that shoots out of vents in every direction.  An hour later, we're shivering and rubbing our blue nails while whispering curses to the maintenance department through our chattering teeth. 

Just because men are fatter and therefore warmer than women, and persist in wearing full suits in the middle of summer, does not mean we should be subjected to indoor winter all summer long.

5)  Fall asleep on your back in the sun.

6)  Go braless.  You might think your cute little A or B cups don't need a bra.  You are wrong.  No one wants to see your nipples.  My fellow busty ladies generally know better, but every once in awhile:

7)  Inflict your hideous music choices on the world by refusing to turn down the volume at stoplights.  Have fun blasting it on the highways, but have some common courtesy while in town.  Damn kids.

8)  Ignore this magical time by hermiting in your house.  Take the laptop outside!

9)  Take just any summer job:

10)  Pretend it's summer when it's not.  I know how badly you want it to be sun-time fun-time (see #3 above), but winter is bad enough without being subjected to Tanorexic Tacky Barbie.

Thanks MamaKat for another great writing prompt!

Mama’s Losin’ It

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Senseless mercy

He wrestled the knife away and released her arm as she grew calm.  She ran and he turned to leave.  Fireworks across his skull as he fell, never seeing the gun.

My first Sunday 160 - it was fun!


Day 24 of the 30-day music challenge is a song that you want to play at your funeral.  For the last decade, it's been Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve Pipe:



Friday, May 20, 2011

Or you'll get a ticket

I just tried to post a comment on a Wordpress blog, and noticed a typo right as I was hitting "submit".  So I fixed it and hit submit again.  Wordpress then scolded me with this message:

You are posting comments too quickly. Slow down.

Haha!  That's me, the menace of the information superhighway.  Better get out of my way.

Solar powered

One of my favourite hops - it's Five Minute Friday hosted by The Gypsy Mama! 




Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.


Today's prompt is: "When seasons change..."

*GO*

I'm better.  Steadily the blanket lifts and I feel like Kevin Spacey in American Beauty, wondering how I got so sedated.  I'm young again, happy and vibrant.  Solar-powered.  So many things I want to do and be before my energy leaches away with the darkness.  So I throw myself into it, finding the sunpatch and lying in it every chance I get, right beside the cats.  Not much sleep as I soak up every moment of this temporary time.  And then it's over.  At first there's a pleasant nip in the air and beautiful colours everywhere I look.  Maybe it won't be as bad as I remember.  But the light goes and my happy time goes with it.  Go into work in the morning exhausted as I drive through the darkness - why am I awake?  A long dreary day with no windows, not that there's anything to see but grey. Walk out of work into blackness and I don't know if the sun ever came out today at all.  Slamming on brakes over and over as traffic inches through the snow and I'm finally home.  Take out the ice cream and lie in bed, because everything has become such an effort.  Piling on the pounds.  Beautiful lights and music at Christmas lift me up a little and then I plunge back down into the hole as January suffocates me.  It seems like it will never end, but one day I come out of work and there are tendrils of light across the sky.  My happy time is here again.

*STOP*

Okay, obviously I need a light box!  I love Five Minute Friday for the therapeutic revelations it tends to bring. 

Day 23 is a song that you want to play at your wedding.  We danced our first dance to I want to spend my lifetime loving you by Marc Anthony and Tina Arena:







Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Library delinquent

It all started with the Bookmobile.  One day I came out of the change rooms at the pool, and there was a little white trailer parked in the corner of the arena parking lot.  Curious, I went over to investigate.  I clambered up the fold-down metal steps and stepped into a paradise:  I was completely surrounded by books.  I left the Bookmobile with a shiny red plastic library card carefully rolled into my pool towel and a wealth of new adventures tucked under my arm.

Seven years later..."Fifty-two dollars?!"  My poor father almost drove off the road.  "How on earth did you rack up fifty-two dollars in library charges?"  In these pre-Internet days, research for my biology presentation entailed checking out thirty books and a few video cassettes on cellular structure, which I had promptly forgotten in my locker over the Christmas break.  After sacrificing my paper route money for the month to the library gods, my account was back in good standing, but sadly the lesson wasn't learned.  I continued to rack up the fines and generally be the bad girl of the library system.

On one memorable occasion, I was reading a novel in the bathtub and accidentally dropped it in the water.  I whipped it out right away and gave it a good warm up with the hair dryer.  Good as new!  Or so I thought until the library called and informed me I had dropped off a wet book and would have to pay for it.  I tried to play it cool, but the clerk wasn't having it.  When I went in to get the book I could see why.  It had looked okay when I dropped it off, but apparently the hair dryer hadn't been as successful as I thought, because the book had morphed into this splendid condition:

OOPS!

My latest library misbehaviour involves holds.  One time I brought in a book to renew it a few days before it was due.  Someone had placed a hold on it, so I couldn't renew it, but what I didn't anticipate was that the clerk then confiscated the book and refused to give it back!  In vain, I pointed out that it wasn't actually due for several days and since it was already checked out in my name, I should be able to keep it until it was due.  As I was right in the middle of this mystery thriller, I left the library with reading "blue balls", no book and a determination not to let this happen again.

So now I only renew books online.  And if there's a hold on the book, I just keep it until I'm done reading it, fines be damned.  I know this is terribly selfish, antisocial behaviour, but what can I say?  I'm a Library Delinquent.
 
 
I'm so far behind in my 30-day music challenge that I'm just going to pick up where I left off, rather than trying to catch up.

Day 22 is a song that you listen to when you’re sad, which is Soma by the Smashing Pumpkins.  It gets really loud about 3.5 minutes in, so brace yourself boys and girls!

No more traffic - hurray!

This morning I'm linking up with Impulsive Addict, Mamarazzi, Janette and Seriously Shawn for some fun questions.


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1)  If you could choose a Super Power, what would it be? 

I googled super powers to see what my options were and would like all of them, please.  If forced to choose one, teleportation would be useful.  I hate traffic and with the legalized sexual assault at the airports these days, it would be nice to start off a vacation cuddling my daughter rather than being felt up by some US border nut.

2)  What would be your first frivolous purchase if you were awarded a million dollars?

I'd go straight to Maui.  I'm in serious need of a vacation and probably won't get one until S. is in school and these second mortgage day care payments have gone down.  Thinking about this makes me sad...boo.

3)  What would be the hardest current luxury for you to give up?

I agree with Mamarazzi but I could handle DSL if I had to.  But not having the Internet at all would seriously suck.

4)  If you were given a choice between great wisdom and great wealth, which would you choose?

It would be difficult to have great wisdom without the power to change the negative things in the world.  I also think geniuses and very wise people are lonely, because others have trouble relating to them.  So I would rather have great wealth.  Then I could hire people with great wisdom to advise me.

5)  If you were to be stranded on a desert island for 100 days, what 5 things would you pack?

      i)  Again I agree with Mamarazzi - a fully loaded Kindle would be a necessity.
     ii)  A functional lighter so I don't have to eat sushi or steak tartare - yark!
    iii)  Clean water.  For obvious reasons.
    iv)  A warm blanket.  Because it gets surprisingly cool at night on those tropical islands.
     v)  My husband and daughter - no one said I had to be stranded alone.

What would your answers be?

Friday, May 13, 2011

It's money, honey

Money is the new sex.  Discussing wallet size at a cocktail party is like whipping a dildo out of your purse and waving it around would have been 30 years ago.  Now people would laugh at your slapstick comedy.  But bring up the M word and suddenly everyone is blushing and excusing themselves to use the restroom.

So yay for sort-of-anonymous blogging!  It means I can discuss this without embarrassing everyone.  I always felt I grew up in a family that was poor.  We wore hand-me-down clothes from our cousins and grocery day was scheduled according to when the baby bonus cheque arrived, not how hungry we were.  I was constantly teased in elementary school for not having the trendy toys and clothes of my classmates.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered in a casual conversation that my younger sister had never felt this way.  Her memory of our childhood finances was that we weren't rich, but certainly not below the norm.  It's as if we grew up in two different families, and maybe in some ways we did.

What seemed like a constant financial struggle growing up really made an impression on me.  I remember realizing around the age of 16 that any material things I wanted in life I was going to have to obtain for myself.  And that I should get off my ass and start applying myself in school, because an education is the golden ticket if there ever was one.

Right about now, some of you are probably climbing up on your pedestals, ready to preach about how money isn't the only thing in life.  You're right.  In my career as a chartered accountant, I could be making a significantly higher salary if I had taken a different path within my field.  I made other choices because I value my personal time - with my husband, my daughter, myself.

But money isn't irrelevant, and I don't see why we should apologize for wanting a certain amount of it.  Rampant materialism is distasteful and even immoral, but money means more than surrounding yourself with things.  Here's what money means to me:                                
  • Safety and security.  If anything happened to my husband, I would have the financial (if not emotional) resources to care for my daughter.  She wouldn't have to cope with losing her house and her future along with her father.  Our neighbours don't beat each other in their driveways and stray bullets don't fly through my kitchen.
  • Beauty.  Silk sliding across my skin.  Twilight sunset twinkling across the pond beyond the lush green grass outside my back door. Foreign language lilting in my ears as fireworks blaze against the inky sky.
  • Memories.  Of the blue horizon spinning around my feet as I zipline through a Hawaiian forest.  Watching the shimmering dancing fountains of the Bellagio through a flashing rainbow of Las Vegas lights.  Opening my eyes and seeing the world naturally for the first time after LASIK eye surgery.
  • Freedom.  To leave a toxic work environment or an abusive relationship.  To sleep peacefully while the baby sleeps because the monitor will wake me if anything goes wrong.  To not make decisions based on fear.   

What does money mean to you?

And the 30-day music challenge continues:

Day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry – Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit.  Might want to turn the volume down if the kiddies are around. 



Day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy – California Love by Tupac:

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

You can't bleach that

Thongs are a great invention.  No unruly bunching that makes you look like you've grown an extra bum cheek.  No uncomfortable pinching and pulling.  No resemblance to someone's grandma...usually.

At one time I had a large collection of these magical undies, to which my cat was freakishly attracted.  I would often struggle to open my dresser drawer against furry resistance after my cat had decided to take a nap with my undergarments.

This might seem mildly disgusting to a non-pet owner.  Ha!  One day I noticed that the magical undies were not providing their usual comfortable coverage, and in fact seemed to be downright irritating.  After a fidgety day, I switched to another pair and forgot about it.  Until a few days later, when again I found myself wiggling in my seat trying to distance myself from these dreadful scraps of fabric. 

Mystified, I decided to investigate the home of the distinctly un-magical underwear.  I pulled the drawer all the way out and that's when I found it.  Right at the back of the drawer, with faint stains indicating it hadn't always been at the back, a small puddle of cat pee. 

After a long, scalding bath and hysterical application of exfoliating scrubs, I finally felt calm enough to get dressed.  Without underwear.  One expensive shopping trip later, I had restocked and put a lock on my dresser drawer, but the trauma remains to this day.  I'll never look at a thong the same way again.

And that is the most destructive thing my pet has ever done.

Mama’s Losin’ It

I skipped days 16-18 of the music challenge because they sucked.  Day 19 is a song from your favorite album, which is For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert.  You know a guy is hot when he can make a mullet look good. 


Monday, May 9, 2011

Back in the loop

Hurray!!  My blog reader is back!  For the last few days it's been saying I'm not following any blogs, so I wasn't getting any updates.  It's funny how fast I've gotten addicted to blogging - I felt like I'd joined the Amish for those few days.

I was surprised at the response to my post on comments - I had no idea so many people felt the same way as me.  I thought I was just being ornery haha!  But it was good to get that rant off my chest and move on.  Thanks everyone for sharing your thoughts on this; I really appreciate the feedback.

And I got another blog award - yay!  Mallori at aiukli -because life is beautiful gave me a Sunshine Award and it looks so cheery.  Thanks Mallori!


I'm supposed to pass this on, but I think I'm going to do it "secretly" just for fun.  So here are some of my latest finds:
I should do my music challenge songs but I'm tired so...blah, I'll do them tomorrow.  Procrastinators of the world, unite.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Comment...or else

Comment love.  Does this topic ever generate controversy in the blogosphere!  I was reading a Friday Confessional post on Amberly Adventures and she mentioned breaking up with blogs, and how disappointing it is when people don't acknowledge your friendliness.  She also talked about the unwritten blog rule of "I'll comment on you only if you comment on me".

I have to admit that when I started blogging in December, I didn't even realize I was supposed to respond to comments.  My bad.  And this won't be popular, but I resent this rule now that I know it exists.  Before everyone who reads this deletes me, hear me out.  I actually really like commenting.  Sometimes I don't post as much because I'm having too much fun reading and commenting on new and familiar blog friends to write a new post.

What I don't like is the pressure.  This is my hobby!  My fun, safe place to relax.  I don't have a spreadsheet set up where I keep track of how often I've commented on a blog and whether that person has commented back precisely as many times as I commented on them.  I follow only those blogs I'm interested in reading, and I comment on a post when I have something to say, which is most of the time haha!  Why does it have to be more complicated than that?

I do sometimes feel bad if I comment regularly and never get a response, or if no one comments on a post, but that's life.  I remember posting about this early on and someone commented that I should keep writing, because you never know who's reading but is too shy to speak up.  It's true - for every blog I comment on, there are several more I've read and enjoyed, but didn't comment because I didn't have anything to say beyond "I read this and liked it".

I guess what I'm getting at with this rambling is that my comments are no strings attached.  I greatly appreciate comments from others but I'm not keeping score and I don't want to.  Hopefully I'll keep hearing from you anyway. :)

I'm totally slacking on the 30-day music challenge, along with my diet and other activities requiring discipline.  Boo for me!

Day 14 is a song that no one would expect you to love.  Since I hate country music, you might not expect me to like Save a Horse by Big & Rich, but the raunchy side of me loves it, twang and all.  It's an awesome bar song too.


Day 15 is a song that describes you.  It's gotta be Fighter by Christina Aguilera:

In La La Land with cartwheels


MamaKat has the best writing prompts!  At her suggestion, here are 10 reasons why I couldn't be a Real Housewife:


1)         I truly love my husband, who is not a deranged control freak or a doormat.


 
2)         I'm not a blonde and they're real.  And I like it like that.


3)        I'm not rich, but what I do have I earned through my own hard work, using my brain, not my vagina (apologies to Vicki and Bethenny, the exceptions proving the rule).
 
4)        I know I can't sing and am not willing to terrorize the general public with my hideous caterwauling.
 


5)        When someone gives me a gift, I say thank you.  It never occurs to me to whine about the iPod option on the $115,739 Mercedes my husband gave me as a birthday surprise.

6)        I'm not skinny or crazy enough to walk a runway with this kind of style:


7)        Forget flipping tables - I think I'd have to flip Danielle herself if I were in the same room with her for any length of time.



8)     I generally require an invitation in order to attend a party, particularly when heads of state are involved.


9)      I didn't enjoy high school the first time around and have no desire to collect new, potentially dangerous frenemies.


 
10)     My competitive streak has a limit, and it doesn't involve going bankrupt in an attempt to show everyone how self-indulgent I can be. 

How about you?  Anyone planning to audition for The Real Housewives of the Blogosphere?


Thursday, May 5, 2011

One more sleep!

One more sleep until I see hubby and baby - hurray!!  I'm in serious withdrawal here. 

Yesterday I went on a comment love spree and completely forgot to post my music challenge songs (OK, maybe I didn't feel like it either).  So here are days 11-13:

Day 11 - a song from your favourite band.  I like a lot of different artists and couldn't pick one, so here's a funny song about boy bands.  It's My Band by D12.


Day 12 - a song from a band you hate.  I don't hate The Crash Test Dummies, but I do hate this Superman song.  No particular reason why.


Day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure.  Even though she's a vapid whore and this song is probably auto-tuned to death, I still like Paris Hilton's Stars are Blind.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Islands in the sun

Today I'm linking up with We Want to Know Wednesdays, hosted by Dandelion Wishes, Impulsive Addict, the Johanson Journey and Seriously Shawn


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{1} If money didn't matter, where would your perfect vacation take place? Briefly describe.

I would spend at least a week on each of the Hawaiian islands.  We had our honeymoon on Kauai and it was the most peaceful, beautiful place I've ever seen.  I want to go back and see the other islands as well.

{2}What's a bad habit that you have (or had) that is/was hard to break?

Picking my nails.  They look like they've been eaten by weevils.

{3} If you weren't on a diet or counting calories, what would you like to have for dinner tonight?

A Dairy Queen bacon cheeseburger, orange Crush pop and a Marble Slab Creamery ice cream cone.  I'm at a hotel right now on a course for work, and the food is excellent, high-quality stuff.  But when I'm left to my own fattening devices, this is my poison of choice.

{4} If you had the chance to interview anyone in the world, dead or alive, who would it be and what's one question that you would ask?

I would ask God to explain himself for allowing evil to continue in the world (see Free will).

{5} Describe yourself in 6 words.

Funny, feisty, curious, loyal, passionate, strong-willed.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Resting with my eyes open

You know that feeling when the world suddenly rushes back into your ears, and you realize that you have been sleeping for an unknown amount of time, and your head is not really in an upright position anymore, and all your saliva might not be completely contained within your mouth?  And you are in a meeting for work, school class, or at a conference?  Very embarrassing.  Especially when you make that loud guppy noise as you wake all the way up and everyone turns and stares at you. 

Not that this has ever happened to me, say while listening to an excellent but rather dry presentation on insurance accounting, after topping a buffet lunch with a large piece of chocolate cake.

Day 10 of the 30-day music challenge is a song that makes you fall asleep.  Here's Last Dance by Sarah McLachlan:

Sunday, May 1, 2011

I miss her already

This is the part of motherhood I didn't understand until S. was here:  the intensity of love I feel for her, and the almost-physical craving for her presence.  I'm two hours away from my little family on a course for work, and I don't know how I'm going to make through the five more sleeps until I see them again.  I sat for an hour today snuggling my cheek against S.'s soft baby hair, trying to soak up enough of her to last me through the week.  But already tears are pinching my eyes because I miss her so much, and I've been here for only seven hours.

I'm glad I picked the day 8 and 9 songs for the music challenge earlier, since I don't feel like listening to them right now.  Hopefully you enjoy them anyway.

Day 8 is a song that you know all the words to, and I've been able to recite this one with or without the music for the last 17 years.  Here's Shoop by Salt n Pepa:



Day 9 is a song that you can dance to.  I love dancing and will start wiggling around to anything with a good beat.  This is one of my favourites and an awesome song for a cardio workout too.  Here's I'm Raving by LA Style: