It’s 1:50am and I can’t sleep, so I’m blogging. I haven’t been sleeping well lately and its not the usual not sleeping well, its the I’m still wide awake at 3am not sleeping well (not that its 3am yet though). And, its been a fairly busy week so that doesn’t help. I can’t believe how quickly time flies by because my last few weeks of freedom are about over very soon. I’ve been trying to be as productive as possible these last few weeks, but I haven’t gotten done all I wanted to do. At least the job hunt is over, so I can concentrate on the things I want to accomplish.
My last week of freedom I’m going to enjoy my much needed vacation. I haven’t planned a damn thing for this vacation other than book the flight, hotel and rent a car. I’m going to Vancouver, my second home, so I’m just going to go with the flow when I get there. I don’t need plans, just do whatever I want to do. Just the way I like it. My only plan, if you can call it that, is to see some old friends and enjoy the mountains and fresh air. And, my only hope is that I don’t have the attack of the allergies while I’m breathing in this fresh air and enjoying nature. This is the time of year where things bloom there and if history is to be correct, I will be scratching my eyeballs out.
Scratching my eyeballs aside, it’ll be good to go back there. I’ve missed it, not enough to move across the country again, been there done that. But, I’ve missed it. A part of my heart has always and will always remain there. Vancouver is such a laid back city so I know I’ll have a chance to breath a little easy and relax (truly relax) before I start a new chapter. A little calm before the storm is always good….not that I’m hoping for a storm, but it seemed like a good analogy, no?
My friend and I have been going to our friend’s place regularly for the past 2 weeks. We’re going over again on Friday. She’s the friend that is having a terrible time right now. It’s been nice to spend time with the kids and my godchild, whom I have eternal guilt about because of my lack of seeing him on a regular basis. But, I’m making up for it now and its been nice.
So, my friend is still having a hard time but she’s working on it – trying to get better. The doctor’s have not been able to determine the exact cause of everything, only that they think it might be a postpartum thyroid problem. Along with this she’s feeling extremely anxious, having panic attacks and unable to sleep at night. She is the calmest person you’ll ever meet, so what’s going on with her right now is totally out of character. She doesn’t want to take medicine because she’s worried it’ll do more damage than good for her and she feels guilty because she had to start giving her youngest child, at 5 months, the bottle instead of being entirely breast fed.
It’s no wonder why she’s feeling the way she is. She’s trying to be the perfect mother and she’s realizing she can’t be and its hard. She’s lost herself in these children, getting married and staying at home to care for them. I have great respect for her for doing it, don’t get me wrong because I’m not sure if I could do the same thing, but she’s lost her individuality, her independence and its catching up to her. Her husband is a great guy though, he works crazy hours but still makes sure he’s home for the kids and my friend. He told me that if I have the time to come over anytime and take her out for some free time and he’d look after the kids. He realizes that its important for her to have her own time. I think I will do that the next time I see her.
When things like this happen I’m reminded how lucky I am. I have nothing to complain about.
Queen Street, Toronto
I met-up with my friend on Friday night. She’s the one that met her boyfriend on E-Harmony. I’ve been joking with her that she should do a commercial for them. She’s not agreeable to the idea.
We caught-up with each other about everything – we hadn’t seen each other in awhile. Then she started to tell me about the boyfriend. She was telling me how she insisted they spend Valentine’s day together, even though he told her he really wanted to visit his parents he hadn’t seen in awhile. She asked me if she was being too demanding insisting they spend the day together (thereby cutting into his time with his family), and I didn’t want to say she was, but I had to be honest so I told her the truth. I understood both of their points of view though – he felt that romance shouldn’t be just about one day and she wanted to be together for their first Valentine’s. Honestly, if the guy is romantic and caring all year round, I don’t need a special day for him to prove that to me and he shouldn’t need that from me either. I’ve experienced the Valentines day where you get a dozen red roses and all that, and its really nice, but I believe its the little things that a guy does all year around that matters to me most.
Anyways, I spent the day downtown on Friday. I figured it would be nice to walk along Queen street. I haven’t been in the area since the end of summer. I started my walk from the Eaton Centre, where I had parked my car, and walked all the way to Spadina and back. Between University and Spadina is where all the stores and restaurants are. I was surprised to notice that many of the retail stores had closed down since the summer. It really is a reflection on how the economy is in Canada. Its not as bad as the U.S. but we’re affected. This stretch of Queen street has always been vibrant and scattered with great specialty shops and big name shops where you could get things that no one else sold in Toronto. Its too bad that the area looks so sparse now. Its not terrible, but its not the same.
I had a good walk, about 4 hours in total for the day. It was good to get fresh air, and just enjoy the day out. I’m going to miss having this free time when I get back to the work routine.
This is what happens when you have a gassy friend:
I was at the jewellery counter at Target (spontaneous Buffalo trip this weekend) and as I was staring at this necklace, my friend, who was leaning against the counter a few feet away, suddenly let one rip…not once, not twice, that’s right, three times in succession. Startled, I stopped looking at the necklace, quickly processed what just happened thinking “no way, she did not just fart while there’s another women a few feet from me!”.
I slowly turned to her with this look of “what the hell, are you !$%^(&**# serious, you just farted in public, have you no shame?!!!”. She looked totally nonchalant, like nothing happened, but then caught my look and knew she was busted. It was when she looked at me I knew that if I didn’t walk away we’d be rolling on the floor laughing our asses off. Thinking quickly, I looked over at the women beside me, noticed she was oblivious to what just happened and I started casually walking away. My friend took my lead and went to the clothing section trying not to lose it. I was by the cosmetics stifling my urge to laugh. The women who was beside me walked by me and looked at me strangely (my stifling resulted in splutters of choked laughter). When the coast was clear, I went over to my friend and we started laughing hysterically for minutes. The type where you can’t breath, you start to cry and your stomach hurts. People were looking at us like we’d gone insane.
So, my friend was laughing cause of the look on my face – apparently it was priceless (she didn’t realize there was a women beside me, therefore the farting – like that makes it any better), I was laughing cause, well, it was hilarious (I mean she looked so damn calm for a women who just farted in public!!). She thought it was quiet enough that I wouldn’t notice therefore the calm demeanor (so as not to draw attention to herself…right). Well, it wasn’t quiet (unless they’re the silent and deadly type, farts are rarely ever quiet) and the fact that she thought she could get away with it made me laugh harder. She’s lucky there was a women beside me because I would have called her out big time – I saved her from public embarrassment.
Such unladylike behaviour. But, she’s not known to hold in her gassy stomach. She farted in a book store awhile back, thinking no one heard (why she would think in a quiet bookstore no one would hear her fart is beyond my comprehension) and my other friend, a couple aisles away, yelled out to her “don’t think I didn’t hear that” as a girl walked into the aisle my gassy friend was in. You’d think she learn, eh? I guess once a public farter, always a public farter. 😀