2 for the price of 1

I am not used to having Saturdays off. And this weekend, I found myself with no place to be until 6 pm on Saturday evening.

The conversation with the manfriend on Friday night, led me to understand that he was doing housework all day. Painting, hanging, installing and repairing. No, he did not want my help. He was busy. I got the hint. I'd just have to entertain myself all day.

I decided to call on Saturday and see if I could convince him to change his mind. No luck. I really would have to find something to do.

So I called, the alternative, the filler-inner. The friend I call when the manfriend is too busy to entertain me. There was no plan. I thought we'd kill time at Chapters. But first we had brunch, then ended up going shopping at Dartmouth Crossing. An afternoon well spent and well enjoyed.

At one point, I turned to GK and said, "It's a good thing you're around. You're kind of like a pseudo-boyfriend. A backup. Just in case."

And even though the pseudo-boyfriend doesn't get nearly the priveleges the manfriend gets, it's nice to have someone to hang around with on a Saturday afternoon. And thankfully, he was happy to oblige.

If you knew what I know

Sometimes, I think my head is smarter than the rest of me.

It knows things. Things I don't even remember knowing, or can't even figure out why I'd know it. And my head just seems to know. Usually, it's a good thing. It feels kind of like Spidey senses. I just know, I have a feeling. And all I can use to explain it is, "because" or "I'm not sure, I just think that".

Of course, for every bit of knowledge, you seem to pay a price. People always seem to want to know how I know things. Or if I can help explain it to them. Nope, sorry, I can't. I just know. Sometimes there are facts, figures and supporting quotes in my head, but I have trouble articulating them when I'm put on the spot. Don't question what I know! Know that I just know things!

Knowing is half the battle. And the other half, I'm pretty sure my intuition is making a damn good stab at it for me. Woman's intuition. That's how I know.

venting

I am at work. In about 1 hour and 20 minutes, I will be home in my bed. That's when things will be better. It will be quiet there. I miss the stillness that usually comes with night shift and early mornings.

It is quiet enough here. There is only one patient, in the waiting room. But there are people talking. And I've been timing, said person has been talking constantly for about 3.5 hours. And I'm about to lose my mind. If it was professional , I'd wear earplugs. But instead, I'm hiding in my hood. But nothing is working. Chat. Chat. Chat. What makes me mad... said person has asked me to 'be quiet' on several occasions. Can't do the same though. Heaven forbid. So instead I will sit here, and wait till it's time to go home.

Do you see what I see?

I love my new glasses. They're funky and fun.

They were a big decision. I've been wearing contacts for the past year or so. I've always felt a little out of place in my previous glasses. I've never liked wearing glasses until now. Now I love them.

The other day, I did need my contacts for an outing. And went I went to find them, something terrible happened. They're gone, just like that. No longer where I left them. They were on the dresser the day before. Now they're not on the dresser, or under the dresser. Or next to it. Or anywhere.

I can't help but wonder if they disappeared out of protest, mixed with a side of jealousy (of course).

After these messages

Hi Folks

Yes, I'm aware that the writer's strike is finally over. No, I technically haven't been on strike.
Sadly, my computer has, then my internet was. Then it was the computer again. Then the internet again, and again, and again.

The good news is this: I think this time we've finally got it working. I've got a new router. And in two weeks, I"ll have a new Internet Provider. Yep, this one sucks so bad that we're switching companies.

So I promise, as long as the internet co-operates, that I will be back. If nothing else, wait two weeks till 'the other guys' come and install our internet.

And then I'll tell you all the things I know. Or at least a good chunk of them.