the candid files

Shed a tear ’cause I’m missing you
I’m still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn’t sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt you’re in my heart now

Said woman take it slow
It’ll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said sugar make it slow
And we’ll come together fine
All we need is just a little patience
(inhale) Patience…
Ooh, oh, yeah

Sit here on the stairs
‘Cause I’d rather be alone
If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear
Sometimes, I get so tense
But I can’t speed up the time
But you know, love, there’s one more thing to consider

Said woman take it slow
Things will be just fine
You and I’ll just use a little patience
Said sugar take the time
‘Cause the lights are shining bright
You and I’ve got what it takes to make it
We won’t fake it, Oh never break it
‘Cause I can’t take it

…little patience, mm yeah, ooh yeah,
Need a little patience, yeah
Just a little patience, yeah
Some more pati… (ence, yeah)
I’ve been walking these streets at night
Just trying to get it right (Need some patience, yeah)
It’s hard to see with so many around
You know I don’t like being stuck in a crowd (Could use some patience, yeah)
And the streets don’t change but maybe the name
I ain’t got time for the game
‘Cause I need you (Patience, yeah)
Yeah, yeah well I need you
Oh, I need you (Take some patience)
Whoa, I need you (Just a little patience is all we need)
Ooh, this ti- me….

Guns ‘n Roses

For a Monday, today has been all right.

I’m still not used to the time change, so it still felt like sleeping in this morning. Not that I really get up early right now anyway…but next Tuesday it starts!

So I was totally hit on today by a buff black guy. His name was Shane, and although I was obviously a little bit afraid of him, because I always am when men are obvious about, “hey, I think you’re hot”, he was actually kind of a gentleman. Actually, I think his words were “You’re pretty” – which sounds like an antique sort of compliment, but that sort of adds to its charm. Definitely made me blush. But then, that doesn’t take much. Anyway, it flashed through my mind that wearing a big diamond right then would have been helpful, because extricating yourself from a conversation with a persistent guy is sort of hard.

In other news, (but related), we can add one more to the general pile of engaged couples at my church. Sarah and I decided that it’s just basically the season to get engaged, because people want to get married in the spring and summer, so this fall is when they get engaged. So that’s why. These two that just did the engagement thing, though, are really young. Younger than me. Wow.

Tomorrow’s November.

*warning – if your name is not Peter, you may want to stop reading*

Come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin you down.
On a bed of sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out.

There ain’t nothin that love can’t fix,
it’s right here at our finger tips.
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin you down.

Come a little closer baby,
I feel like letting go.
Of everything that stands between us
and the love we used to know.

I wanna touch you like a crimson robe,
and let it wash all your hurt away.
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like lettin go.

If there’s still a chance than take my hand,
and we’ll steal away off into the night
until we make things right;
The sun’s gonna rise on a better day.

Come a little closer baby,
I feel like strippin it down.
Back to the basics of you and me,
And what makes the world go round.

Every inch of you accross my skin,
I wanna be stronger than we’ve ever been;
So come a little closer baby,
I feel like strippin it down.

Come a little closer baby,
Just a little bit closer baby,
Come a little closer baby,
I feel like layin you down.

- Dierks Bentley

Let’s just forget all our old broken promises and the ridiculous things that make us angry at each other.

I love you.

And that’s all there is to it, right?

Tomorrow’s Friday the 28th of October – October is almost over, folks! That means it’s almost November! And November is a winter sounding month. Except if you’re a Guns n Roses fan, because November Rain is just plain an awesome song – and it just sounds dreary and cold, not really winterish. Not like Let it Snow or something.
Here I am again, rambling.

I recently acquired a credit card (about a week ago), and I think it might be a problem. I have purchased gas (ok, everyone needs gas) and juice and pop (I had to buy twice as much as I needed of that for a party at work, because I forgot it all at home) and – oh yeah a ticket to Wallace and Gromit (worth it, but probably not a necessary expense) and yes, I’ve already made two online purchases. Well, one purchase, two items – I bought piano music from the Corpse Bride. The music was the only good thing about that movie.

But despite what it looks like, I am trying to get my financial situation into something that resembles what an adult’s financial situation should…resemble. Which means I just paid my mother a very large sum. And I am honestly going to get cracking on this tithing thing, while keeping up to date on payments to my parents…and I’m going to stop wasting money. And I’m SOMEHOW still going to find the money to get my own car soon. Money sucks, did you know that? How on earth do people like me manage to pay for expensive things like weddings and honeymoons, not to mention basic things like rent and groceries when life hits after that?

Tomorrow’s Friday, did I mention that? I love going to work in jeans. It’s so relaxing, which is good because Fridays are quite stressful at times.

One funny thing about today…I got home from work and then called back there to ask Sarah to follow up on two voicemails that some guy from one of our therapy agencies had left me. When I got off the phone, my sister remarked that it sounded very professional. Which I thought was amusing and kind of cool…because what I do isn’t really that glamourous OR professional – we just put a sort of professional image on it because “followup” sounds better than “try to decipher what the heck that guy is talking about and find out if it’s important or if he’s just confused.” But anyway Sarah sounded very professional as well. It’s nice of her to do my work…

It is SO Wednesday-ish today. I’m not sure why, but this week feels like it’s stretching on for miles. I think Sarah jinxed the week on Monday morning when she wished aloud that it was Friday – and henceforth time shalt crawl to teach thou undeserving mortals a lesson in patience.

I’m tired, because I stayed up to watch the Gilmore Girls last night. That stupid show (although I love it) always ends on a teasing note – like the middle of something important. Which is hardly fair, since who actually manages to watch every episode of a show? That’s (again) why I like CSI – every episode is a new mystery, with a minimum of plotlines continuing from episode to episode. You don’t feel committed.

Not that I’m scared of committment – I resent those implications. Sheesh.

It’s a freaking EPIDEMIC!!!!

Honestly. The amount of diamonds, lovey gazes, wedding plans, holding hands, dresses and colours and flowers and all the trappings of love that are following me around lately is enough to drive even a single woman onto a manhunt. And when you have a significantly significant other hanging around, it’s practically a fever pitch of wedding crazed emotionally charged hormones all having a discontentment party in your head.

I’ll start with my church: two new engagements in the space of three days last week, one a few months ago, two around Christmas last year. Of the two Christmas engagments, one couple got married last month, and the other’s tying the knot next week. So we’re still looking at at least three more weddings next spring/summer. Then there’s the new couples – well, only one for sure – but that’s something.

Then of course there’s Sarah and Kevin…engaged about three weeks ago, and the dates been set for January the 14th. I’m excited! Anyway, I really can’t avoid those nuptials. Not that I want to – but like I said all the talk of weddings is definitely doing strange things to my brain.

But I’ll get over it. Yes I will.

This song is possibly the best description of how love is ever -

The Book of Love – Peter Gabriel

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts and figures,
and instructions for dancing
But I – I love it when you read to me
And you – You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that’s where music comes from
Some of it’s just transcendental
Some of it’s just really dumb
But I – I love it when you sing to me
And you – You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we’re all too young to know
But I – I love it when you give me things
And you – You ought to give me wedding rings

And I – I love it when you give me things
And you – You ought to give me wedding rings
And I – I love it when you give me things
And you – You ought to give me wedding rings

You ought to give me wedding rings

That’s a line from a song, in case you didn’t know – I’m in love with Fridays.

I’m not feeling too well today. I have half of a cold – that’s when only half of your nose is giving you grief. It’s better than a whole cold. I guess. Anyway, I got my wish last night. Came home from work, curled up with a heat pad and some really good soup and watched CSI and ER. Ever notice how many shows these days have acronyms for names? There are THREE CSIs – although my favourite is still the original. NCIS – now there’s a good one. Because it’s funny too. But I don’t watch it much. My sister loves the OC. (which for some reason just isn’t on right now?)
It’s kind of terrible, the way we love to watch cop shows. We see the most horrible crimes imaginable – it’s awful. And especially in the case of CSI, the crimes are already committed. There is no way to save the poor murdered guy – just to figure out who did it and why.

Anyway it’s Friday and I’m going to work in just over an hour. So I’m going to make a pot of coffee and relax for a little while.

PS – one more thing I love about Fridays: CASUAL DAY!!!

Well it’s definitely a morning.

Don’t you hate it when you get up and none of your clothes feel right? When you don’t feel ugly but you just really don’t feel like you look very good? And then it’s raining – and there’s not enough gas in the car – you just know you’re going to end up eating something blah and reading magazines about Brad Pitt on your lunch break?

I need a coffee. And some loving. Ahem.

Wow, not a single comment on my last post – not that I can think of anything I would say to it – but it was pretty out there.

So the highlight of this weekend…hm. Friday night – definitely, always the Ferris Wheel at Rocton Fair. I really don’t know why we go there and spend so much money on halfbaked entertainment, but we do, and it’s tradition, so we do.

Saturday – well my one lucky strike at the Lucknow Bowl. Peter’s Opa kept going around to all the relatives and pointing to me and saying something along the lines of “She’s not a VanderKlippe yet, you know, but maybe, eh, maybe – she’s with that fellow over there” (and then he would point to Peter across the room) and then say something like “He’s a grandson to look up to” (from his height of what, 5 feet 5 inches?)

Sunday was a nice day at my parent’s place – I mean my place… Peter and I went for a nice walk in the fall weather out by the RBG. We came back just in time for a glass of wine and a turkey dinner. Mmm.

Monday – well it was supposed to be a Lodder day, with a hike and all, but I guess that fell through, so we found ourselves out on those long stretches of farmland road making our long way to Hensall. Definitely the highlight of that was Peter singing along to Elvis. He’s really quite talented. I told him he should sing me an Elvis song at our wedding.

On the way home we stopped in Kitchener on a whim and caught a showing of the Corpse Bride. I don’t recommend it – I thought it would be funny, but instead it was just pathetic and all the rotting corpses made us feel kind of queasy.

Anway, now it’s Tuesday, and it’s Laura’s birthday!! (21, wow, you only turn 21 once in a while…

Oh and I forgot that Marlene and Mark got engaged on Saturday. Congratulations to them! And now I feel a little strange, that two of my closest friends have got engaged within 10 days of each other. Yikes.

You know what? I have a feeling that I’m never going to be a bridesmaid. At least not before I get married myself. Strange, I always thought that I would definitely be a bridesmaid first – but with circumstances as such, I don’t think I will be.

Tata.

Do you every wonder what sort of wormy viruses are crawling deep within the guts of your computer on those late late nights when the pages are just not displaying right?

ooh…spooky.

What is it, Halloween? Or no, right it’s Thanksgiving, never mind, I can’t remember, it’s Easter, the Easter Bunny did it!! It was the bunny!!!

Sarah, you and you alone have a hope of knowing what I am talking about. Poor you.