Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait pas

Monday, December 18, 2006

kiss-me mascara rocks my world

"Hi Katie: Just to let you know that Connor is up in doggy heaven now very calm and happy… he had a very peaceful passing with the help of our vet Dr. Brault, It wasn’t easy to make the decision but couldn’t go away knowing he could go anytime… hasn’t eaten for 2 days and jus stands and stares out into space… the vet did a thorough exam and the lymphnodes had grown larger and more of them throughout his system… he was so strong he was fighting right until the end.. had him for walk this afternoon and also took him to a party at Blundellls last night which he loved… dad and I are a mess and the house is very empty…however, he is happy and at peace at last.. I have that incredible poem you gave me about doggy heaven and will get it out now. He was cremated and when his ashes come back we will bury his and Seamus’ side by side in the back yard… Dad will dig the hole tomorrow as the ground is still soft…. Will talk to you tomorrow, lots of love Mummy"

well my eyes certainly weren't dry after reading that but at least my mascara didn't run

Friday, December 15, 2006

scary santa claus

When I was 3 years old I was absolutely terrified of Santa Claus. So terrified, in fact, that I actually made my father "call" the North Pole and tell Santa not to come. He could leave the presents at the neighbours' house (hey, I was not a stupid kid), but coming into the house while we were sleeping was not something I thought would be a great idea.

I am now 38 years old and I thought that my fear of Santa was long gone. Boy, was I wrong! I was just out running some errands and there, standing on the corner of Granville and Robson was the scariest looking Santa Claus I have ever seen, yelling obscenities at all who passed by.

Merry Christmas

Wednesday, December 13, 2006


An article was written about one of the companies I work for and it was not flattering. Untrue and very biased, but unflattering nonetheless.

What bugs me most about it though? The fact that the opening paragraph of the article is a "transcript" of a telephone conversation between me and the "investigative journalist" and let's just say that I come off as slightly less than intelligent. My name isn't mentioned anywhere and outside of those in the office (and anyone I choose to show the article to) no one will know that it is me, but still, who wants to be portrayed as a "dumb receptionist"?

(especially since I am not a receptionist)

I hope he gets coal in his Christmas stocking.

Monday, December 11, 2006

a leopard doesn't change his spots I guess

Last year the end began with this email:

"Not ignoring you, just completely consumed with work"

Which led to him coming over and breaking my heart.

We have since gotten back together, slowly and comfortably and we are both in a much better place than we were last year. or so I thought.

We had our company Christmas party this past weekend at a 5-Star luxury resort and I brought him as my date (neither of us work at the place we worked at together last year, so that obstacle at least is gone and we can be more "open" about our relationship). It was, simply put, magical.

Then this afternoon I get this email, at work:

"Thank you for a very enjoyable soiree and Saturday in the Village. It was a great event - fabulous job organising - and a pleasure to meet many of your colleagues.

I am excited for you at company as it seems to be a great organisation with lots of energy and integrity. Good landing place you chose!

Will be thinking of you as you prepare for your parents' arrival and hope you have a great visit with them. As for me, my daughter is now back in town so things are spooling up quickly to add to the zone of activity that always surrounds son and the Christmas season. And of course, the factory continues on.

But then there is always more skiing."

I feel sick to my stomach.


ok, so maybe I over-reacted or was reacting to what has gone in the past, kind of how like I always expect him to cancel plans we have made and then he doesn't. I really have to stop doing that if this relationship stands any chance of working

better now

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

diamonds, etc.

A work colleague came over to my desk yesterday and asked: “want to see what Cam (her bf) is giving me for Christmas?”

She then went to a jewellery store’s website and showed me an engagement ring.

Now call me old fashioned or a hopeless romantic or whatever, but I would like to believe that if someone knows me well enough to ask me to marry them that they will know what ring I will love for the rest of my life without my having to be in on the choosing. And beyond that, I just don’t think that one should propose on Christmas. Or Valentine’s Day. Or on any other recognized or Hallmark “holiday” for that matter. It kind of takes away from the spontaneity and specialness of it all.

That said, there’s nothing wrong with finding a lovely blue box tied with white satin under the tree ….