poisson

On a whim I bought a fish.

Mr. To be Named cost all of $2.88...the bowl, food, cleaning stuff and rocks came to about $20.00...but he's worth every penny. I love my fish. My parents love my fish. My mum wouldn't stop talking to him and tried to convince me to leave him with her because "he'd be happier here". That worked with my cat 3 years ago..it wasn't gonna work this time.

He's fitting in nicely..i actually tried to get one that matched my decor (is that wrong?) but that didn't happen. he's a betta and a brilliant red colour.

i felt like such a new parent. At one point I noticed he was just doing nothing...not moving, snug up in the rocks..and i thought..he's dead. I started to freak that I had killed him so tapped the glass..nothing. So i did what i know a tonne of mothers have probably done - i started splashing the water to check if he was sleeping. He was.

I'l adjust to this whole motherhood thing but when i think of my good friend T who just had a baby boy i full recognize I'm not quite ready for the real thing...i still can't even think of a name for the little guy.

verdict in

about 25 minutes ago i walked into another tattoo shop on my way home to see a) if they did piercings b) was the ring sterilized & ready to go and c) could they use a teenytiny diamond.

a resounding yes to all three.

I quickly went to a bank machine (why is it these places only ever take cash?) and returned, psyched that i was finally getting my nose done.

but first he was just going to go over the 'aftercare' and the rules and things i needed to do to while it healed...

...soak my nose in a salt bath for 15 min...2x a day
...don't get soap or shampoo on it
...remove crustraceans with a qtip
...change pillowcase nightly and not sleep on that side of my face
...not swim for two months

with each layer of responsibility he added my heart pumped faster..the anxiety building ...this was turning out to be more work then anyone had told me about.

i pulled the chute.

summer is just not the time to deal with routine. I also think the word crustacean had a big something to do with it as well. ick.

perhaps Christmastime might work out better...

Spinning Class #6

it's turning out to be kinda fun
i'm noticing some changes already in my fitness level and my leg muscles
i'm finding it challenging in a way that makes me want to conquer it, rather then run from it as I typically do when things turn out to be harder than anticipated
i can live with that.

a sign

a few weeks ago I went to have my belly ring put back in. A gruesome sounding process whereby they had to stretch the hole first because i had not worn the ring in so long that it has virtually closed up. that's all that needs to be said on that matter.

while I was there i inquired about nose rings. I have been thinking about getting a tiny diamond stud for a while and thought i'd ask what types of rings they had...and to get an honest answer about the pain factor. after seeing how darn cute the ring was and imaging how great it would look, i said what the hell...do it. So after wandering around for 30 min while they sterilized the ring, i returned to the shop only to find out the ring had broke in the process and they had no others.

I left dejected and determined that i'd have one by the end of the week.
well it's been more then a week...but tonight i tried again. Headed out on Queen in search of a tattoo shop and found one in about 4 minutes of walking. they don't do piercing...yet, but they referred me to another place only a few minutes away.

this place does piercings. but the guy isn't in until tomorrow. and they won't pierce using teenytiny studs because it's not 'hygenic' and I would have to be pierced with a larger stainless steel stud. after six weeks i could put in the diamond speck i've daydreamed about.

grrr. not sure if i should take this as a sign or that it is just a more difficult task then i anticipated it being.

the big O

about six weeks ago I made the conscious decision to watch less tv. Coinciding with what i now see as an enormous (yet positive) upheaval in my life, I realized how much tv had become my way of zoning out- a magical tool for avoidance of all things difficult and challenging.

Honouring this decision was a lot easier then I thought it was going to be. Perhaps it is because it is re-run season, the time of year (as short as it is here in this great country) when it's much easier to find things to do outside or because I can find a zillion things to do on the internet...whatever the reason, i'm enjoying the lack of assault on my senses.

but now and again i do give myself over to a bit of time in front of the tv and I have to say..Oprah is pretty good tv. I'm not sure why i enjoy her shows, but she is thoughtful and her subjects are important. I try not to get caught up in the world of entertainment gossip and caring what celebrities do (though it's hard to do sometimes, especially when you can't ignore Tom's poor spiral into wackoville) but I do believe she uses her status and 'power' for good and has helped so many people over the years. But damn it if I don't well up with tears at some point in each stupid show.

Spinning Class #2

yep....still hate it.

i'm not sure what the worst part was today...the cramping muscles in my calves and feet.....or the sheer hell of just trying to sit on the seat and not cry. i don't think i quite recovered from the last class and my nether girly region confirmed that.

i'm actually straddling an ice pack as i write this.

it's a good thing i'm single right now cause i'm afraid that sex may be out of the question for the next four months.

the wheels go round

I have been considering buying a bike for a while. I am not sure that I like biking, but have been watching riders in the city for the past few weeks and thinking it is something that I should be doing. Of course the number of times I see a car almost cream a poor cyclist, my convictions tend to wane.

Somehow this indecision over buying a bike led me to start a spin class. I figure if I can get in shape enough and used to the feel of riding, that getting out on the road won't be so daunting. I signed up for a four month unlimited membership, fully recognizing that the only true way to get me to commit to something is to make me feel it in the wallet.

My first class was pure hell. I didn't know I could sweat that much and today the saddle butt is a real reminder about what i've gotten myself in for...Yesterday's class will either be the single most expensive fitness class or I will persevere and in four months I will have one kick ass bod.

summer safety

my father forwarded me a tip sheet on 'summer safety on the water' that he received from his company's HR department.

Very diligent of them. Perhaps my HR department should have done the same, preventing much of the debauchery that was had this past weekend at the cottage. Might have...highly unlikely. I am pretty sure that even after reading it, it wouldn't have prevented:

- Drinking copious amounts of keg beer before swimming across the lake (with beer in hand) to another cottage
- Tubing while drinking (beer not in hand for this one)
- Engaging in water sports while drunk and near serious rock hazards

Nor would any tip sheet have prevented the other things that I apparently did but am having trouble remembering.

I believe I have completely surpassed the age where I accept advice, where I should know better, and have pretty much retreated back to a maturity level where basically you have to flat out tell me no and even then sheer obstinence may still win out.

and I didn't even wear all that much sunscreen either..and once the redness disapears..i will look fabulous.