Once upon a time in a far away place lived a beautiful, vibrantly young, blonde, blue-eyed girl. Okay, she didn’t live too far away, her blonde hair was from a bottle, her blue eyes were bloodshot, beautiful was in the eye of the beholder or a drunk man in a pub and the youthful girl comment was more debatable. What? You are not allowed to fantasize about your appearance? Sheesh, everyone’s a critic....
Anywhooo, this lovely ahem ahem many-years-before-becoming-a-middle-age woman (even though her boobs would argue that point) was gearing up for a lovely holiday away with her better half.
She was doing everything possible to ensure that she was calm and collected and was proud of her accomplishment. Until.......
.......She woke up on a dreaded Wednesday morning. Fraught with running eyes, sneezy nose, and itchy throat which caused her to make the horrific “CCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” noise in attempt to relieve her itchy throat and ears. She thought that perhaps in her kleenex induced delusion that she had a very minor case of hayfever.
Ever the trooper that she was, she popped an antihistamine, got dressed, headed to work and hoped for the best.
However, later that morning, she realized that perhaps it was not hayfever afterall as now her bowels were playing heavy metal music out loud for all to enjoy, or not to enjoy depending on the company.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, she broke out into a rampant case of the hiccups followed by a not so lady like belch.
By the time lunch time rolled around, she was reduced to a stinky equivalent of a one man band. With sounds and smells emanating from ever orifice of her body, she hung her head in shame and proceeded to slink down to the shared/office bathroom where her array of musical accouterments continued on until she heard someone giggling outside the washroom door.
As she tried to muster up all the courage she had (which wasn’t much) to leave the bathroom, she opened the washroom door and proceeded to walk past the lunchroom of the downstairs doctors office. Just as she thought she was in the clear, a burst of laughter came forth from the lunchroom.
With all her dignity, she turned around with a smile and said as sweet as she could: “Yes, I’m sneezing like a banshee and passing gas like a trucker, but at least your lunch looks good. I ate that just before all this happened to me....”
And then she walked up the stairs with a smug smile.
Well it won’t be long now, 4.5 days and I will be on my way to San Francisco.
I am definitely looking forward to it, but I am taking a much different approach to leaving on a holiday than I have ever before.
If you are like me, you become a crazy woman (or man) and rush around like a maniac in your quest to have your house spotless, have your yard in a manicured state and get every piece of paper cleared off your desk at work. And then if you are even more like me, you are ridiculously exhausted the first 3 to 4 days into your holidays or worse yet, you come down with some moronic cold because your immune system was shot to hell due to the frantic pace of the previous two weeks prior to leaving.
This time, I decided to have a “screw it” kind of attitude which is no easy feat for this anal retentive chickalet. But instead of short circuiting out, I just realized the following:
a. The heat pump will continue to load every piece of furniture in my place with every particle of dust it can find whether I am there or not
b. The grass will continue to grow and the weeds will continue to sprout. And most likely, if I was at home anyways, I would just be watching it all blow in the wind wishing for a sexy, ripped, Spanish dude named Roberto to mow it in nothing but his tight jeans and oiled up chest. I’d like to tell you that I fantasize about my better half mowing the lawn, but he curses a great deal during the process. Perhaps due to the fact that I keep digging holes in our yard and plopping in new plants which ultimately has created an unpleasant obstacle course for my him. And I have to tell you that somehow blue air blowing from his lips and his stink eye directed at me kind of takes the sexiness away, if you know what I mean.
c. And finally work. There isn’t a day I remember working at this particular job that I was ahead of the game. The likelihood is that it will all be there some ten days later exactly where I left it waiting for my return, with my lovely kind friend and temp, apologizing because she wasn’t sure what to do.
So I ask myself this, why not be mellow this week and go into my holidays already relaxed. I am not even letting my “Wound Up Type A” counter part get the best of me.
Now, keep your fingers, toes and eyes crossed that no urgents happen within the next 4.5 days!
In the meantime, I will just keep sucking back my herbal “relaxing” tea that is dosed up with copious amounts of honey because I am nothing but at peace with the universe and calm my friends. I said, I am calm my friends. What do you mean I am not! OH YES I AM! DAMN CALM I SAY... DAMN CALM!!! Now where the freak is my vacuum cleaner!
For those of you who have been with me a long time, you might recall my party post in January. One of my most successful posts of all time. 97 comments in total.
It was just a simple post of handing over the keys to my digs and you in return got to leave a little blurb about yourself, a link to your blog and the opportunity to meet new bloggers.
From my perspective, it was a blast watching everyone have so much fun!
Well my lovely friend, Mynx, over at DRIBBLE hit her 300th post mark yesterday and wanted to give back to her blogging friends and decided to do a similar post, which I think just rocks!
Can you imagine if everyone held a blogging party? How many new bloggers and friends they would meet. The thought of it is endless! If you want to see how I set my Party Post up, just check out my link HERE!!! Perhaps, you will decide to have a party of your own!!!
Anywhoo, if you are interested in meeting some new bloggers and getting to know that fantastically wonderful Mynx, skip on over to DRIBBLE and tell her and her loyal readers a little about yourself! And don't forget to check out Mynx's blog as well as her amazing peeps!
Happy Monday my blogging friends and thank you to the latest and greatest to click my follow button!
I have had a pretty bad day. It happens. Not every day can be a rainbow of sunshine unless you are one of those bloody perky care bears where rainbows spew out of every orifice of your body. I wonder if they eat rainbow skittles and that’s their secret. (*pause for reflection*).
Okay that's a few brain cells I won’t ever get back.
Anywhooo, as I was saying, this day has kind of sucked and my face has been in a perpetual state of bright lollipop red from how upset I am, which will disperse in a few hours once I relax a bit. But you know, nothing irks this girl more than a certain hoighty toighty doctor who works down below me.
A gynaecologist who thinks her *ahem ahem* does not stink, she spends a ridiculous amount of time standing in the one bathroom we share primming herself daily. She neither smiles or has the courtesy of acknowledging me when our paths sometimes cross. Being neither a fashionista of her caliber (or wealth) or a woman with a med degree, I am deemed insignificant in her eyes and she makes no bones about it. Fortunately for me, this rarely bothers me because I am well versed in the ability to give little Miss Hoighty Toighty Snug Panties a significant snub back, when I deem those moments necessary. However, today she irked me to a level that saw my already fluorescent face seeing red.
As you know, using the bathroom is an absolute ordeal for me as I have to transfer my lines to my sister office, put a sign on the door and lock it, run down a long hallway, and down a flight of stairs that eventually leads to the bathroom we share. After sitting on the bottom of the stairs, crossing my legs and praying that the Pee Fairy would hold off and bother some non toilet trained 2 year old, I found that I was waiting an inordinate amount of time for her Royal Hine-ass to finish her beauty regimen in the bathroom. When she finally emerged, she gave me a disgusted look and proceeded to walk past me with that bit of limp she has from that unfortunate stick infliction that seems to be permanently inserted up her scrawny, boney bottom. As I ran, okay sprinted into the bathroom, I realized that the Mz. Queen Bee used the last of the toilet paper and did not bother to replace it. Apparently, performing a hysterectomy is a significantly easier task than actually putting a role of toilet paper in the toilet paper dispenser.
Two things crossed my mind at that moment: first I visualized tackling her and cramming that toilet paper where the sun won’t shine, except that it would be fighting for space due to that already pre-existing stick condition she has, and secondly, I fantasized about beating her over her head with a role of the generic, take the skin off your bottom, single ply toilet paper that our landlord has the courtesy of providing to us, rendering her quaffed hair into a big pile of toilet paper lint.
Since my bladder did not seem to have the time to wait for either of those options, I decided to say at the top of my lungs: “Really, they didn’t teach you at medical school how to put toilet paper on the toilet holder. Boy I think I would have asked for a refund!” Followed by “you freaking lazy woman!” And as I went to close the bathroom door, I caught the look on her face. And guess what, apparently I wasn’t the only one sporting a red face today! HA!
I was really touched by all the comments that was left on my "Stuck" post last week. Unfortunately, Blogger, that bugger, in it's efforts to restore whatever happened, wiped out all my comments on three posts on three of my blogs. But I did hear you all and appreciated what you had to offer.
I had already set the wheels in motion the week before to start getting serious about the photography aspect of my persona. By contacting a childhood friend of mine who is a photographer, she has invited me to attend, and possibly join, the camera club in my local town. I am going to try to check out this club this Wednesday night, and while most likely I will be incredibly shy, reserved and in awe of those with big lenses, I really believe in that saying that "knowledge is power" and I hope to garner some knowledge from those with more experience.
In the meantime, I created my first photography book and posted it up on my facebook to get some feedback. If you have friends like mine, they are a pretty encouraging lot and I often wonder if I took a picture of my better half's big hairy toe, if they would still awe and ooh over it because they are just that kind to me. However, with that said, one of my friends has an online store and suggested that I create calendars and that she may be interested in purchasing them for her website. And I have to admit, that that got me a tad excited.
Anywhooo, I thought I would show you what I have been up too, note the colouring is off and I am currently trying to find another company that creates a better quality book for half the price. I know, I ask for a lot. So, here it is in all its glory:
Cover and back of book:
Some of the other pages:
The nice thing was that when I went to pick up the book, the clerk asked me if I was a new photographer in town and where was my studio. Yes, of course, my head swelled for a minute or two, then I chalked it up to her just trying to get future business... ha ha ha! Yes, I always try to put compliments into perspective or I would never get thru my doorway with an inflated head.
Anyhow, thanks for all the encouragement my friends. Your words were fabulous. Now, I just have to remember to take a deep breath and free fall!
I try not to blog about my work. It has taken me years to master the art of “not taking work home with you”. I only vent once and that’s on the five minute ride home, and the moment I shut my front door of my house behind me, is the moment I close off work until 9:00 a.m. the next day.
But today is one of those days in my life where I am wondering what the hell I am doing with my life. I am skilled in my job, and I am not saying that as a boast, but more as a fact. Twenty-four years of this job, not in this office, but in this particular field, and I suppose I should be skilled, or at least know enough that it looks like I actually know what I am doing.
But I have come to a point where I realize that I may have steered my career down the wrong path. In fact, I am pretty sure I have been riding this roller coaster far too long and I am starting to get just a tad motion sick from all the ups and down, and I think the last five years, I have been constantly look for the proverbial barf bag.
I feel stuck.
With our economy not as hard hit as the States, jobs are still scarce, well at least those ones that pay above the substandard par or above the poverty level.
To top that off, I have never looked at my job as a career. I have always just looked at it as means to subsidize my real life outside these four bland walls five days a week.
But today I was wondering what I was doing with myself. My boss, a mild manner man, in all respects is pretty good to work with. However, in the past two years or so, he’s become a bit verbally aggressive in his emails and some of them even borderline on meanness. And today, after an onslaught of these emails, I yelled some choice profanities into the empty airspace around me, got up from my desk, went to the bathroom and hid in there where I proceeded to have a good cry.
As I stood there in the disgusting, shared public washroom, I started thinking to myself, when do you make the decision to change. Do you change your career to something else that you would thoroughly enjoy but would ultimately put you at the bottom of the seniority heap with the lack of experience and a lessor pay which would no longer fund the things you enjoy outside of your work life? Or do you just suck it up, put in your time, pray for retirement to come quickly in the next 25 years and stay in something that is sucking your soul dry in order to retain the monetary happiness of enjoying your few blissful days of freedom per week. It's not an easy choice especially when you value the freedom to do whatever you wish on your days off, but you also value being happy every day and not just the days unrelated to work. In all honesty, I don't hate my job, but it's moments like today that I find myself not very fond of it either.
In my dreams, I work for myself on a creative basis as a contributor for a women’s specific magazine with a monthly column on trying to maintain your sanity as you grow older, or I spend hours of my day just taking photographs of foliage and fauna and publishing it in nature inspired magazines, or better yet, I write a humorous bestseller on existing in an Average Life. But as I get excited, my lack of confidence squishes my dreams and that niggling little voice says: “who would be interested in you Tracy”. And then I get up in the morning and repeat each day as I have for the last 24 years.
Oh how I long to be unstuck, but I am careful what I wish for, because perhaps, once I am unstuck, I will wish I was stuck again.
Whether you noticed or not, I had deleted my blog almost a month ago. Weirdly, it didn’t bother me in the slightest, or at least that is what I thought.
I had felt that I had kind of made several fatal errors in my blogging style or whatever you wish to call it.
I won’t go into specifics on all of my stupidity, but I just felt as if I shared too much of myself. I told you about every moronic thing that I did and do and continue to do, every embarrassing aspect of my life and shared every emotion that I felt at that moment. What’s worse is that I even told you about my love of flatulence. I mean who tells the world that they love to fart. Good lord!
In doing so, I have really set myself up for failure you know. I exposed myself and expected every one to be on my cheering squad. Wow, that’s even irrational when I sit down to think about it. Huh... *pauses to scratch head*.
So I decided that was enough of me and off I went to do my little thing on one blog, which is to post photos. I am a photo whore. Seriously, if I could surgically attach my camera to my face so that my eye lid could be my shutter, I would! And then I had my other blog which is just a way for me to continue to find things that are beautiful. So much crap these days on the news and in our jobs, I just wanted a place to go and see semi-shallow but ultimately pretty things. Okay, I wanted to dig a hole and place my head in the sand. I like doing that when I don’t have the control over something.
And finally because I needed more than one outlet for expression, and since I am sore and a tad crabby all the time, I started a facebook page that forces me too find something happy for the next 500 days in a row. This is no easy feat, since today was day 20, and I had to dig deep to come up with “learning how to make a photo book of my fav pics”. Sad huh?
I just wanted any creative outlet without using up too much energy.
Then last week, I had to reopen up Average Life because well, I had a deadline looming for the newspaper I write for and I had complete writer’s block so I wanted to scoop something that I had previously written.
And then I started reading all my old posts from last year and I kind of got all misty eyed. Nah, I didn’t at all... but I missed writing.
So anyways, here it is: Old Average Life and Average Girl are gone. New Average Life and Tracy are here and I want to reintroduce myself properly:
Hi, I am Tracy, 42 years old, been told I look significantly younger, or perhaps, they were just being nice. I love to write about inconsequential things and I love to take pictures. Am not the best at photos, but am improving daily. I am a lover of art and design and of animals. I dig my better half and his crazy ways and am madly in love with my little pooch. My best friend is actually my mother. She is phenomenally amazing with the most wicked sense of humour you will ever meet and you can hear us laughing all over the place. I love driving and almost every weekend, you can find me driving my jeep down the backroads with all the windows opened and the music blasting. We don’t have any kids, and have no desire too either, what’s the point since my brother and sister in law brought my two spectacular nieces into the world. Nothing can beat them.
I am blessed to have some of the most amazing friends in the world and fantastic in laws too boot.
My better half and I have been engaged for 5 years with no actual wedding in site. I love him, he loves me, enough said. Oh alright, I am just too bloody lazy to actually arrange some type of pseudo wedding.
I am addicted to jewelry, purses and art. But my passion is and always will be, the love of nature.
And this is me:
Oh come on, you didn’t think I was going to post a full pic of me, did ya?
On Mother's Day I have written a poem for you. In the interest of poetic economy and truth, I have succeeded in concentrating my deepest feelings and beliefs into two perfectly crafted lines: You're my mother, I would have no other! ~Forest Houtenschil