Monday
I’m off today. Isn’t that wonderful? I just thought you’d all like to celebrate with me.
Sadly, however, I woke up this morning in a half dream about work…and I can’t get work out of my head. AGH!!! GO AWAY!!!
I’m so looking forward to GBS tonight.
It’s freezing here in my house. I think I’ll go do something.
Europe, here we come!
I almost forget what that last post was about….teehee….
Anyway I hope you all had good Christmases. (What is the proper plural form of “Christmas”, anyway?) Our Christmas was pretty nice. I think the best part was being able to sleep in till after nine the last two mornings. I actually have to go to work tomorrow. Sigh…well at least it’s Friday.
Peter and I went to see a travel agent yesterday. He – meaning Peter, not the travel agent – finishes school for good this August; so we decided that in order to celebrate before he gets sucked into a permanent fulltime job and I get tied to the house by screaming babies or something, we’re going to go to EUROPE. Even if only for three weeks. We can’t afford it, but by the time we can we’ll probably be pushing fifty (at least) and to two 20-somethings like us that sounds like a long time to have never seen the Eiffel Tower.
So before this decision we knew that we’d really have to start buckling down, tightening the belt, possibly stealing here and there in order to make ends meet while Peter’s in school…now we pretty much won’t be able to eat. Oh well, food is overrated. And we probably have enough chocolate in our house now to last us until June.
So my New Years resolution is going to be this: I will learn to be frugal.
Aunt Jackie’s right, though. Frugal – such an ugly word.
guilt in forgetting
I made it through another week. It’s Saturday night, I’m almost de-stressed from last week.
I have to confess, I didn’t observe a minute of silence this morning. I think I was being silent at 11am, but that’s only because I was writing thank you cards. I feel kind of ashamed, and yet I have to analyze my shame and wonder, why is this?
War today is so much different than the wars we remember most on November 11. Identity is so shattered – half of the people in the country might be generally in favour of the war or at least Canada’s peace-keeping mission, although not really crazy about it. Then there’s another almost half that’s vehemently opposed – and then there’s a small fragment of population who are actually supportive.
Last week my friend came up to me because she’d lost her poppy and thought I might have seen it. I said that no, I didn’t – I had an extra one though, which she adopted. The thing is, if you don’t have a poppy in November, you feel guilty. Why is that? I’m a Christian and I don’t have a fish on my car. I’m totally supportive of breast cancer research and yet I don’t have a pink ribbon anywhere. I don’t really care about either of those things at all. But even though I hardly know a single veteran and I am inclined to think that about 99% of the wars in this world are a senseless waste of human life, but I feel really guilty if I’m not wearing a poppy.
Is it all a big bunch of peer pressure, or one of the few icons of conscience left in this country?
today is new
Today I….
* Worshipped in church
* Ate a good meal at my in-laws
* Had a chat with Tamara. (should have been longer)
* Started this blog (duh)
* Admired a beautiful bouquet of orange lilies and yellow spiky flowers that I got at work. It’s actually gorgeous.
Today I will…
* Worship again in church
* Figure out wordpress (more)
* Listen to some music (husband has serious migraine problems today – any good remedies out there?)
* Write some thank you cards
And it’s 5:00 – I’d better get going. I promise this blog will become more interesting.
More interesting than what?
