304: Lies

Truths. (October 31, 2011)

 

This photo throwdown with Andreawoo.com just never ends.

263: Say goodbye

One of the many things I left behind. The purge was as big as the move. (iPhone 4 - September 20)

 

Another day, another photo. Andrea Woo too.

What’s next?

My life is an exercise in “what’s next?”

I think that’s how most people are, but my decisions are particularly noticeable.  As soon as I get into my new place and settle in, I decide to change my hair colour (significantly).  A week of dealing with my new gingerness, and now I am asking the same question…once again.

Past, present and future

I’m not sure what sparked it, but today I got to thinking about an ex-boyfriend.  He was the best of a friend a girl could hope for. I loved him in every way that I could, but it was never enough and eventually I pushed him to Korea and myself to Europe and Vancouver.  The failure of that relationship contributed directly to where I am now.  He was great.  I’m sure he is still great.  A part of me wishes he could still be in my life. But he’s gone.

I still wouldn’t have believed you: Part II

July

July was one of those months where it was the best of times and the worst of times.  I kept myself far too busy, I was far too injured and my little ones were a source of constant worry.  Layoffs at work had me wondering, what next? A friend’s move into home ownership had me jealous (though I claimed otherwise, it’s true, I want what I may never have) and I had a sneaking suspicion the summer was quickly coming to a close.  Seriously though, even with all the negative crap, it was still summer – and a hot one at that!

August

The month kicked off with a tasteful long weekend wedding of a co-worker, attended by a bunch of my friends from work.  As the summer came to a close, I embarked on a new adventure – waking up at 3:00am.  I wasn’t blindsided by the position, but until it was offered, I didn’t know what I was getting into.  In fact, I still don’t know what I’ve undertaken.

September

Happy 28th birthday! After a failed attempt at a weekend away, I managed to scrape together a surprisingly good series of birthday events, culminating in an 8:30 bedtime, having consumed more drinks in one night than I generally do in a month.  (That isn’t very much still.)  After that, I flew off to Toronto where I had a fantastic visit with a friend who I adore.  We aren’t involved in each others’ day to day lives, but she is never far from my thoughts.  We had a hell of a time and then I flew off to New York for a few days before returning at the end of the month.

October

My brother and his fiance came out for Thanksgiving and for the first time actually spent a couple days with me first.  It was nice to have them here rather than just in the general family setting.  The holiday was spent in Nanaimo.  After stacking up vacation days all year, I had some days off in all of the final four months of the year.  October was a staycation though, opting to get my place all Halloweenie – only to fall on my head and taken to the ER, via cab.

November

My November jet-setting took me all the way to Kamloops where a dear friend just moved for work.  It was her first weekend in town, and so I was there to help whoop it up.  Things started to get busier at work as I took more and more responsibility until BAM! Boss gets fired.  We live in a newsroom of uncertainty which continues to this day.

December

Vancouver winters are generally a fail when it comes to snow.  This December has failed to produce much of the white stuff.  But I got my fair share of it anyways.  Knowing my brother would not be out for Christmas, I made the trek to Calgary at the start of the month.  Knowing I had great plans in Edmonton for New Years, that’s where I ended it.  In between, I visited the Island, watched a lot of 30 Rock with one of my best guy buds, and celebrated a muted Christmas.  It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t the best ever.  (That said, I was right NYE was awesome.  But that’s for another post.)

Overall

The year had its ups and downs, no doubt.  I’m still single, I’m still awkward as hell, and I’m still at the same job (albeit a completely different position).  But one thing I can be thankful for this year is friendship.  Friends come and go – and I’ve stopped putting up with those who don’t have my back.  Those who do, get all I can give.  And that’s a lot.

The Olympics are approaching at a rate I can barely prepare for.  2010 is shaping up to be a busy one… at least for the first two months.  That’s frankly all I can worry about right now anyways.

But I’m happy.  And despite the negative persona I often display, I am generally genuinely happy.  I don’t know know why I hide it so much, I guess I’m afraid if I put it out there, it could break.  Screw it.  In 2010, a little more happy and a little less “why me?”

…because I actually know the answer to that question and its because I’m too good for anything that has come along so far.

Photo Phriday

A flower in my grandparents' yard, Cedar, BC, August 2007

I take a lot of photos.  For instance, my iphoto has 15,000 pictures in it.  That only spans a couple years – and for a stretch of several months last summer, my DSLR was in the shop.

I don’t consider myself a photographer.  I don’t have the experience, the training, or the equipment to do so.  I just like taking pictures.  It’s a hobby for me.

That all said, I think I take some decent shots.  So, each Friday I’m gonna post photos.  They will have been taken this week, but not this year. It’s like a dip into Loxy’s photo archives.

Ten.

Next weekend is my ten year high school reunion.

Will I be flying back to Edmonton for the event? (Which according to my facebook sleuthing seems to be two events – one for the so-called cool kids which I *wasn’t* invited to, and one for the rest of us.)

The answer, of course, is no.

Had my grandmother died two weeks later, maybe I’d be going. But even by being in Edmonton the same weekend as the event(s), I still don’t know if my sense of curiosity would be enough to draw me out.

She liked ice cream

I still like hot dogs

Early this morning, as I sat watching the latest Star Trek movie in a theatre full of people even nerdier than myself (many in costume), my grandmother passed away.

Yesterday afternoon I was informed her death was imminent. The staff hoped she would survive until the next day when my father was set to arrive, but it had been too long since she had last eaten – she just couldn’t hold on anymore.

Her husband, my grandfather, preceeded her, passing away in December of 2005 after a battle with cancer.

The Past

When I was on the bus yesterday I saw a guy that looked just like my ex-boyfriend.  I haven’t seen Danny since we moved out of that studio apartment in Edmonton and broke up.  That was before I went to Europe, before this particular blog existed. That was more than four years ago.