her real world

It’s too late to do the full post with photos, as I’d be up till morning just editing the *mumbles something in the hundreds* of pictures I took. I admit, most of them are of Hawksley Workman. The rest are of fireworks.

So in no particular order, the highlights:

• The touchy-feely missionary was creepy. He said he had a photo of me in his wallet
• The Snowbirds were awesome, even if they surprised the hell out of me
• What we thought were snipers on top of Centre and East Block = Awesome
• Unhappy couples yelling at each other about how everyone is in the way of their gigantic stroller = not awesome
• Chicken Farmers of Canada make some nummy sandwiches
• Poutine = the shit
• Britney Spears showed me her panties like 100 times, they were pink
• Hawksley Workman. I can’t begin to describe, so I’ll save that for tomorrow
• The fireworks were amazing, the “pyrotechnics” at Major’s Hill Park were not
• Getting out of Major’s Hill Park was a nightmare, too many people wanted me to go over the pointy fence
• The walk home was crazy, I certainly was not alone amongst the millions of people
• I thanked a police officer for putting up with our bullshit, he told me no problem, it’s what he’s paid to do
• Girls were peeing in the bushes outside of my building
• Walking into my building, I thought about how awesome it was that I was already home and that I was completely happy with my day and had a great time without having to get pissed drunk and pee outside someone’s building
• Every year I will probably say that I don’t need to go downtown for Canada Day, but it’s still lots of fun

All of a sudden its dark, and I didn’t get half the things I wanted to get done finished.

I’ve been meaning to officially launch my photography site and my gardening/cooking/general making things blog, but I’m feeling rather overwhelmed at the task of editing the backlog of photos that go along with those two projects. Instead, I’ve gone through and edited a mass of things to put on my Flickr account, which has made me feel at least vaguely productive.

After helping to make loads of strawberry jam (and being lucky enough to bring some home), I was inspired to make a loaf of bread, but it was all of a sudden almost 10:00 pm, and I don’t think that’s a good time to start. Depending on what my Canada Day looks like, I might have to make some Canada Day bread.

A side effect of being distracted by a million pictures (well almost a million anyways) while bouncing on my ball is the fact that I kind of missed making supper and instead just ate bits of summer sausage (from a farmer goodness, thanks E & J!) and cheese, with a tall glass of milk. I’m sure I’m missing some sort of a vegetable type thing there, but I ate enough strawberries this afternoon to sink a small battleship.

I’ve been procrastinating about telling the Internet about my recent “changing the way I eat and exercise” routine, but since it’s not fully kicked in, I’m worried I’ll jinx it. This is fair warning though, soon you will be inundated with all sorts of stories about that sort of thing.

And a new about page, if I can sit down and make myself write it.

All of the things that I want to talk about are all jumbled in my head.  It’s semi-late, and I should probably just pack it in for the evening, but tonight I’m feeling like if I never get started, I’ll never get anything done.  I’ve promised myself that I’m going to stop rambling here and say something that people will be interested in hearing instead, but really this is my space and it is what it is.

I was going to come back to the blog, and i was going to go through all my old posts and delete the ones I didn’t need to keep, make a backup, and delete everything so that I could start fresh.  However, the Internet gods had something else in mind.   It wasn’t till I’d uninstalled everything because I was frustrated with not being able to remember my password that I remembered that I could have just gone back to the original email to get the randomly generated password back.

So, for the first time since I started blogging, I’m not going to explain what I’ve done before, or why it didn’t work.  I’m not going to link to old blogs.  I’m just going to start typing.

It would be hard to say what my biggest worry was right now, but I’m once again at a point where I’d like to be able to press fast forward and see where I end up.  This feeling is probably helped by the fact that I’ve been racing through the first season of Heroes, and I’m quite envious of superpowers most of the time.  And though I thought until now that I’d not want the ability to time travel, the more I think about it, the more I kind of like the idea of being able to figure out how things end.

I’m not really working at full mental capacity, and the fact that I’ve once again had my self-confidence shattered when it comes to writing means that I don’t want to chance writing jibberish on a topic that I’ve thought a lot about.  Superpowers are interesting things, especially when you’ve got a lot of time to daydream.

The fog is so heavy, that I can’t see the Westin.  I was just telling Mom tonight how that was the way I could tell whether or not the weather was bad.  It’s not really bad, it’s just hot and foggy and muggy.