So this morning, I went to Tim Horton's with a couple co-workers to get myself some tea. It's about a 5 minute walk inside an office/mall complex on smooth, shiney tiles. Anyway, I had a hot tea in one hand, and my wallet and cheese croissant in the other. I slipped on said stupid slippery tiles, my life flashed before my eyes, and I stumbled along for about 10 feet while flailing my arms.
Nevermind the fact I was wearing the typical high heel that has little to no grip on sheer tiles and is the equivalent of wearing skates on ice. I eventually regained my footing, hot tea still in hand. To my surprise, only a little bit had spilled out. I can't imagined how retarded I probably looked while I was trying to get my balance back, and it seems I've tweaked my left foot in doing so. *sigh*
My co-workers were both amazed and astounded that not only did I regain my footing, but that I had never thought to let go of the tea in order to regain my balance. They also assured me that not a soul was in sight to witness my...erm...athletic talents. I know they're lying, but hey...at least I didn't go down in a magnificent display of flailing arms, flying shoes, and falling tea.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Prairie Weather, love it or hate it
My boyfriend reminded me the other night that I was neglecting my blog. Not like it's an obligation to write on a daily basis, but he's right, I've been neglecting it. So while I stew a little on the last book I finished (review is pending on Brisingr by Christopher Paolini), I'll just mutter on a little bit about the weather.
Couple weeks ago I was praying for rain. Not spitty rain, but a good steady rain to wash away the dirt, dust, and general crap (and I literally mean crap) lying around from the winter melt. The winds were high and blowing said crap around so much, it felt like the earth was bone dry crumbling to ashes. Not only that, but my allergies were on high alert, hives, red eyes, sore sinuses and water tap runny nose to boot.
So this past week I got rain...and sleet, and snow. Yup...a spring blizzard it is...ahhh life in the prairies. If it's not desert dry, it struggles with its Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality. I know the parched soil needs moisture, but I was really just hoping for "normal" rain. Sad to say that this unseasonal weather is actually kind of...seasonal.
At least there's one bonus with this wet and sticky snow...I got to bust out the new DSLR and take a couple pictures of snow laden spring blooming trees. Even got a singing robin in there as well...though for that it would have been nice to have a larger zoom. Oh well, beggers can't be choosers...I spent enough on my precious camera as it is.
Couple weeks ago I was praying for rain. Not spitty rain, but a good steady rain to wash away the dirt, dust, and general crap (and I literally mean crap) lying around from the winter melt. The winds were high and blowing said crap around so much, it felt like the earth was bone dry crumbling to ashes. Not only that, but my allergies were on high alert, hives, red eyes, sore sinuses and water tap runny nose to boot.
So this past week I got rain...and sleet, and snow. Yup...a spring blizzard it is...ahhh life in the prairies. If it's not desert dry, it struggles with its Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde personality. I know the parched soil needs moisture, but I was really just hoping for "normal" rain. Sad to say that this unseasonal weather is actually kind of...seasonal.
At least there's one bonus with this wet and sticky snow...I got to bust out the new DSLR and take a couple pictures of snow laden spring blooming trees. Even got a singing robin in there as well...though for that it would have been nice to have a larger zoom. Oh well, beggers can't be choosers...I spent enough on my precious camera as it is.
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