Saturday, November 13, 2010

Day 07ish...

I went to a friend's wedding last night and I didn't get home until 1:30AM so I took the day off... and it's my blog so I say that's ok.

Day 06- Favourite super hero and why

I'm not answering this. It's stupid. I'm not a 12 year old boy or a Star Wars fan so there's no way you're going to learn anything about me from my answering this question.

I don't even really know any super heros, beyond the obvious of course. And does it really say something about my psyche if I have to choose between Spiderman and Batman?

No. No it doesn't.

So I'm not going to. Except to say that I like Christian Bale better than Tobey Maguire. So, Batman I guess.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Day 05 - A Picture of Somewhere You Have Been To

Last week the boy and I were walking through the toy department of Wal-Mart (don't judge) and I pointed to a puzzle and said to him, "I've been here."  He kind of grunted and kept walking.  I, on the other had, thought it was kind of cool to have been to a place so beautiful.



Riomaggiore, Italy.  It is a beautiful small town I visited about 7 summers ago with a sort of friend, Tiffany. The actual-friend I was supposed to travel with became ill right before we had to leave and so Tiffany and I lost our common bond, and the buffer.  It was kind of an awkward trip, we definitely were not compatible travelers but we were extremely polite.  So, we each suffered in silence and by the end of the trip I'm sure she wanted to kill me as much as I wanted to kill her.  (i.e. I speak French and so she wouldn't speak to anyone in any French speaking country, that was my "job", insert eye roll here.) 

Anyways, Riomaggiore is part of a chain of 5 towns: Cinque Terre.  The towns are connected by a hiking trail as well as a train system.  The hiking trails get more difficult the farther you travel so Tiffany and I decided to take the train to the last town and travel back, that way it would be easiest at the end of the day. 

I couldn't possibly describe how beautiful this place is.  It is a beyond-picturesque hike through mountain-side citrus orchards with amazing ocean views.  It was a difficult hike though, almost entirely uphill to the next town and the path was very "rustic", often you would be looking down a sheer drop off a cliff straight into the ocean; it was treacherous to say the least.  But we were prepared: we had water bottles and backpacks, proper footwear, hats and lots of sun screen.  By the time we reached Volastra, the next town, we were exhausted and sweaty.  We took a break, had lunch and went back on the trail.

I don't know if you remember the summer of 2003 but it was the year that flip flops with heels were all the rage (apparently that was also the year that common sense was out of fashion).  I only mention this because as we traveled this next part of the trail we came across an Italian man and his wife.  What we saw defied all logic and sense and unfortunately lived up to every Italian stereotype.  The man was a portly fellow wearing a white dress shirt, unbuttoned to the waist, hairy chest covered in gold chains, speaking Italian at a rapid fire pace.  Following was (I presume) his wife.  Tall, brunette, olive skin, too much makeup and wearing (now we're hiking remember...) a bathing suit, sheer sarong tied around her waist, large sunglasses and heeled flip flops.  We were almost at the town and I figured they'd just started out and had no idea what they were in for. (Later on, we met up with some travellers who passed them later on that day and the Italian couple was just finishing the trail, so bravo to them I guess).  Those cultural differences: a Canadian needs $200 worth of MEC equipment to do what an Italian woman can do in a bathing suit and high heels.

We only made it to the second last town that day, the heat and exhaustion drove us to pack it in early.  We took the train back to Riomaggiore where we shared a big seafood meal with a girl we'd met earlier that week (actually the restaurant can be seen in the picture, about halfway up on the left side there's a brick semi-circle and that's the patio of the restaurant where we ate).  We decided that we would finish the trail the next day and to find the trail head after dinner.  We walked towards where it should have been but the sidewalk didn't end.  We continued on for about 15 minutes on the paved sidewalk, looking for the trail when we approached a group of cafes.  We asked a local where the path started and learned that we had just walked from Riomaggiore to Manarola, the second town.  The path was paved that entire section of the trail and we could have just finished it that afternoon if we weren't such wussies. 

This is listed as one of the 1000 places to see before you die and it's true.  It's so beautiful here, it's one of my favourite travel memories and one of the places I would like to see again before I die.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Day 04 - A Habit You Wish You Didn't Have

I have lots of bad habits, but I think they're charming and quirky so I don't refer to them as "bad habits", I like to think of them as "blessings and presents", meaning you're blessed to be in my presence so quit your bitching.

I have a horrible habit of trying to do a million things at once and so I will often forget either what I was doing when I started or whatever it was that you were trying to tell me in the midst of my chaos...sorry about that, please don't take it personally. I actually really hate that I do this, and I'm working on it, because I worry that it would come across like I don't care or that I don't think you're important, neither of which is true, I just am not a very effective multi-tasker.

But honestly, my worst habit is that I take everything WAY too personally. I don't know why I'm so sensitive! My feelings get hurt so easily but worse still, I literally think that after every interaction with another human being they walk away thinking I'm a jerk because I must have said or done SOMETHING to offend. Admittedly it's pretty self-centered but I can't even help it! I'll be in a meeting, and I'll maybe say one or two things but then spend the next three days wondering if I came across like a douche. And I'm sure sometimes I do, but mostly I don't.

Here's a good example: my mom retired this spring and some colleagues threw her a party and a few people went to the podium to say nice things about her. So I went up, explained that like my mom, I cry at the drop of a hat and proceeded to give a teary but sincere (VERY) short speech conveying our family's pride. No big deal right? Not for me. I didn't sleep that night and was convinced I made a fool out of myself. I called my brother a few days later and he didn't even remember me going up to the podium. See what I mean? Ridiculous right? I know. Seriously. Get over yourself, conceited.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Day 03 - A Picture of You and Your Friends

This is Bailey, he's the friend I'm going to post a picture of.  All my other friends are better looking than me so we just won't go there.

The boy got Bailey just over a year ago and that's the reason we moved in together; because Bailey was just too much work for one person!  The backyard at that house wasn't fenced in so every time Bailey had to go we had to put a leash on him and take him out to the backyard.  This got to be pretty tedious when he was being housebroken seeing as we mostly had to guess as to when nature was calling.  Then he had a few accidents in the house and decided he didn't WANT to go outside.  So the trainer suggested taking him outside every 20 minutes whether he wanted to go or not.  This was pretty awful in November and December and at -35 degrees.

We decided to bell train him and hung a bell by the door and we'd make him push it with his nose before we took him outside.  Now it works so awesome.  At the new house the backyard is all fenced in so when he rings the bell we let him out, he pees on the grass and everyone is happy.  He's a little too clever though, he's figured out that he gets attention when he rings the bell so now it's a signal for either 1. I have to pee or 2. Why are you ignoring me? 

Bailey's pretty awesome, he's cute and energetic. He loves to go for walks and doesn't bark or howl, unless directed to!  He likes to eat socks though and he's pretty much impossible to tire out.  He also likes to cuddle which is great when you're sitting on the couch, but less great when it's 2AM and he's whining at the foot of the bed.  But you can't be that cute AND perfect, that would just be unfair.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Day 02- The meaning behind your Blog name

My blog name isn't particularly clever so don't look for answers to life's big questions...I just chose "Tee", because it's a nickname, and "short" because that's a good description of the length of my posts. See what I mean?

Sunday, November 07, 2010

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself

I'm not that interesting so some of these facts might be made up. See if you can figure out which one, it's like a really fun blog-game! (No, really, it's fun!) But I'm not gonna lie, I stole a few/all of these things from the "25 Things" Facebook meme...I know, I'm lame.

1. I think people who home school their kids are just deluding themselves.
2. Sunday mornings are my favourite time of the week because I get to play basketball
3. I think people who are rude are trashy. Especially people who are rude to bartenders and restaurant servers. Also, I don’t think you really understand life unless you’ve had to serve drinks to pay rent.
4. I appreciate passive-aggressiveness in all its forms, unless it’s directed at me. I’d rather have some direct but constructive criticism, even if it’s peppered with expletives.
5. I think that arrogance is the most unattractive trait a person can have.
6. I unapologetically love really bad music (Brittney anyone?)
7. One time I had a dream I was changing a light bulb and when I woke up in the morning I had unscrewed every light bulb in my apartment. I’m kind of a freak-show.
8. I’d get a tattoo if I could just figure out what to get a tattoo of.
9. I should probably change the oil in my car more often but I always feel like the mechanic is judging me because I don’t wash my car very often either.
10. I have no opinion in the whole “toilet paper end up or down” debate, I’m pro-choice.
11. I faint in hospitals. And it’s wildly embarrassing.
12. I was supposed to be the original Arnold on "Different Strokes" but was recast at the last minute. My catch phase: "I'm confused, please clarify Willis", wasn't so catchy.
13. I hate the kind of humour where someone is humiliated so I’ve never seen the Meet the Parents movies and sometimes I have to turn off the Office and walk away.
14. I really enjoy awkward moments, but only as an observer. As a participant they are far less enjoyable.
15. One time I saw Dawson from Dawson’s Creek in an airport and almost said hello because I thought I recognized him from high school.

And here's my picture, it's from far away for two reasons: because I've gained weight and I don't need the world to know (yea, I'm deluded), and because I've got issues with a picture of me being totally public...you know what I'm sayin'...

** Ok, my picture won't upload, I'll try again tomorrow...it's not really cheating.

30 posts in 30 days

That's the challenge. So I'll give it a go. I've listed the themes but honestly, I'll probably adjust them a bit, call it poetic licence, and it's my blog and I'll do what I want.