Monday, August 27, 2007

Freud and Roy

A couple of my sister's friends are moving away and we hosted their surprise going away party on Sunday afternoon. I foolishly volunteered myself to BBQ for all these people after a week of camp and a weekend on worship team so my parents and sister could visit everyone.

Mike and I were having a conversation about wine with my Mom, who often mixes up her words. Right before we moved she was on the phone and got mixed up and informed the lady "I must have ADSL". My Dad later informed her that that was a computer term and she probably meant ADD but, just for good measure, asked her if she was high-speed or low-speed. On Sunday I was trying to inform her of the cunning genius of the Therapy vineyard and this is how our conversation went:

Me: "You know who Sigmund Freud is, right?"
Mom: "Oh yeah, yeah! He's the guy with the tigers!"
Me: "No, that's Siegfried and Roy, Freud was the grandfather of psychology."

Mike and I amost peed our pants.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

I've made a bad choice

Bad is an understatement at this point and I need to rant. I just need to get it out.

After finishing off a fabulous day at work I thought "I think I'd like a hair cut". Maybe I should have stopped there...I don't know. I went to Great Clips. If you have an "I told you so" or "no wonder" kind of comment for me, kindly don't. My dear friend Cathy Jo works there but is gone for the summer. Apparently I should only go there when she is available.

I told the "hair dresser" (in quotes because I'm now doubting that's what she actually does) that I would like to keep the same style (that Jo gave me) just take some length and bulk off. What she heard was that she should take at least 2 inches off a couple of significantly large chunks of hair immediately so that it would be too late to go back. To top it off she was an over-sharer and thought that everything she had/did/accomplished needed to be announced in a loud voice so that everyone could hear. She shared, unsolicited, that she had recently lost 17 pounds in 7 weeks. I now realize it was all in her brain, poor girl.

The longest hairs I have on my head are 3 inches long...I just measured. I was in tears on the way home when my good friend Shannon passed me in her car and called me. She was the first person I talked to after my hair butchering. The gracious flower got an ear-full. This ranks with the spiral perm that went awry when I was 12.

Today I have made a bad choice. I plan to make better choices tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Internet-Sminternet

So, apparently my high hopes of blogging something fierce once I got the internet under-estimated the nomadic-ness of the summer. I have house-sat for 3 weeks this summer. A week in Place A at the beginning of July and then a week in Place B at the beginning of August followed directly by another week in Place A followed directly by camping in the Okanagan for a weekend.

Inbetween, we've seen the fireworks (both the Saturday shows). The first time we went we had to leave late from our fair city (church commitments) but-no worries!-we were fortunate enough to have Wayne and his "Cone Zone". No lie, Mike's crazy friend had taken those mini, soccer-esque cones and sectioned off an entire section of False Creek, complete with the BC Power Smart light-up do-dads on top of each. Heather, Mike and I had quite a good laugh. Canada put on a fabulous show. We went to the Grand Finale with good friends Karin and David. This time we got there quite early and had a picnic dinner. Super good times. We've been to a couple birthday parties. We threw a bit of an impromtu BBQ complete with Guitar Hero and the piano/singing/interpretive dancing that Heather was mentioning in her blog.

Next week I'm getting in touch with the way my summer's used to be by volunteering at Timberline for the week...Mike-a.k.a. Pez-will be coming too, to see how it's done. Ahh, days spent relaxing at the rock wall and rappeling cliffs, chatting to the kids, trying to make it look like work. I can't wait. That's followed by a week at home only to break on through to the other side and be on our road-tripping way down to The Gorge to experience "Stompalooza". It's a whole weekend of Stomp tribute bands. Yeah right. We're going to see Dave! The Dave Matthews Band! If you're unfamiliar, please reference rants from previous August's.

As my man reflected driving home Sunday, the summer of '06 was the Summer of Mayhem, the summer of '07 has become The Nomadic Summer. And I'm off again...