Back for a moment . . .

I'M BACK!

Well, only momentarily. Basically, I just need to do a comparison of my life to a fairy tale, and there is no one around save for my online fans. Today, I'm starring as Cinderella. Why you ask? I find myself asking this as well, and realize it's a conclusion I arrived at only because I'm over-tired and over-caffeinated.

Today is the last day of this fiscal year so I only have until midnight to do overtime. My two co-workers are certainly not ugly, but I see them more than my sister, so we can assume the step-sister role falls to them. They are not jealous of me staying late to work, but they will be jealous of my paycheque. Evil stepmother? Hmm . . . My clerical lead is just the right age to be my mother and someone has asked her if she is my mother. That lead to the evil eye - close enough!

Last but not least I have decided to get comfortable, being the only one in the office. I've lost not one, but BOTH shoes.

Let's see, if my math is correct that's four parallels that are quite good. There's no fairy godmother in sight, but maybe if I wiggle my nose I can 'pull a Samantha' . . . Nope. Nothing. I guess not all fairy tales have a happy ending after all.

Breaking up

Dear Blogger,

I just want to start off by saying that I'm sorry. My life has been very busy, but you've been in the back of my mind the entire time. I've had my camera busy flashing away at all of the exciting functions I've attended, or baked goods I've prepared. There's been a jam-off, a housewarming, a resignation, more Winerisms, bad movies I've seen, a new building, and a wedding to name a few. Let's not forget as well that the production of Joseph is less than a month away. From what I hear, there is to be a tango with La Santos - should be exciting!

I hate to make excuses, but here's the biggie. A few months ago I bought a new power-cord for my computer, thinking it was broken. This set me back a few pennies, let me tell you! Well the new cord works fine, but it turns out that the problem is the outlet. For my computer to work at all, I have to twist it in just the right direction and keep it at that angle. Being a rather hit-or-miss sort of deal, this usually frustrates me to the point where I can't even remember what was so important that I decided to try and boot it up. I stuck it out today, and I've found a good place is on my bed, with my comforter holding the cord up at approximately 110 degrees. This does not guarantee the same position will work tomorrow though, which is why I need to let you know how I feel.

I miss you, but I can't really commit to our relationship right now. It's not you, it's me. Maybe later on, when my connection is in a more stable place we can re-evaluate whatever it is we had together. Right now, I think I just need some time for myself.

I hope we can still be friends.

Greek Perogies - Deconfusified

Today the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the wind was gusting away.So even though I would love nothing better than to relax, dinner doesn't make itself. After lining a baking sheet with foil, I emptied a bag of frozen perogies onto it. Use enough cooking spray to lightly coat them, then sprinkle with salt, pepper, and seasonings. I used a Greek mix that I found the last time I was at the store. Toss them in the oven for 20 minutes at 350.A dash of olive oil, a few slices of pepper, a splash of Greek dressing, tomato pulp and chicken strips went in the pan while the perogies were baking. Cook on high heat so that the chicken browns nicely.

The perogies should be done by this point. Top with a touch of mozzarella and feta cheese, and return to oven for another 5-7 minutes.

Layer the chicken on top of the perogies. Add chopped tomato and pepper with extra feta. Use tzatziki sauce if you have it, if not mix liberal shakes of Greek seasoning and black pepper with sour cream.

A refreshing glass of Sangria would go very well with this dish. I didn't have any white wine with me this evening, but last week I had a very nice bottle that I shared with family.

Nothing like giving your great aunt a glass of "Cat's Pee on a Gooseberry Bush!"

Carpe Diem - tomorrow

I have been told by many that I need to update my blog more often. I'm sorry if I don't update as often as you'd like, but the reasoning is simple. Lately, my life is either too boring and there is nothing to talk about or too busy and I just don't have the time to document it!

I guess I'll take it slow, and dish out some useless facts. I can no longer drink plain orange juice or cranberry juice, they have to be mixed. With the weather as nice as it has been, I would rather take my lunch hour alone reading a book outside being labelled 'antisocial' then spending it inside in a crowded kitchen. I detest people who can't alphabetize. Through my jobs, my friends, and my mother, I'm pretty sure I know the entire town of Leamington. I'm in the mood for a snack, so when I'm finished typing I'm getting some crackers and cheese. I hate (yes, hate) when people pronounce pasta pass-ta, and I'm not ashamed to admit that it's a completely useless thing to get upset over. I've fallen in love with a new flavour of gum called Solstice which is hot and cold at the same time. I almost peed my pants laughing when I saw Buffy vs Edward on youtube. I still enjoy the fact that I've been congratulated on my big break as Steve on 'The Steve and Joanne Morning Show.'

I hope that holds everyone for now!

Mind Tricks

I heard myself say something stupid today. I know that's hard to believe, and that you probably spilled your coffee on the keyboard, but it is unfortunately true. A co-worker asked me how I was handling midnight shifts seeing as I've become accustomed to banker's hours. Without delving too deeply into a complaint about exhaustion, I explained how, "My room is a very deep colour and I have really thick curtains. I can trick myself into thinking it's nighttime."

Whoa.

Am I trying to claim that I'm smarter than myself? Or that me in the now is smarter than me in the future? That's well and good right now, but I'm not under the impression that past me from five minutes ago was smarter than the now me. In fact, I think he was less intelligent, as he had only the beginning grasp of this idea and I've already attempted to explain it at length. It that's true, then future me is going to be brilliant! How will I trick him?

If the time/space continuum theory doesn't tickle your fancy (or pinch your plain), there are two other likely reasons. One might be the narcissistic fantasy that I am royalty, and am speaking of my Royal Person. Sometimes we speak that way, to confuse the common. The other is Multiple Personality Disorder. Possible, probable, ponderable, and quite a popular option if you ask me. What a fantastic excuse that must be! I can see it now . . .

Mom: Did you have a wild party in my house?
Me: No.
Mom: We snuck a video camera in the corner of the room to film your antics while we were gone. Here's a tape of you. What do you have to say for yourself?
Me: Nothing. That's not me.
Mom: Would you care to tell me who that person is drinking all that wine?
Me: That's Patrick, the 47 year old electronics salesman. His wife left him because he was cheating on her, and he's a hopeless alcoholic.
Mom: Mmmhmm. And can you tell me why you broke the bottle over your head? Or was that Patrick?
Me: Oh no. That wasn't either of us.
Mom: (getting snarky now) And who was it then?
Me: That was his ex-wife . . .

Oh the hilarity! We all know that it most likely really was me drinking all that wine, but let's keep it to ourselves.

Exhaustion

Hello my old friend. I haven't seen you in a while. With my cushy new Monday to Friday lifestyle I forgot how ugly your mug can be. I'm not blaming others; nobody held a clown (creepier than a gun) to my head and forced me to work four shifts in two days. Actually now that I think about it, the fine people at Visa do want their money back. Sheesh - you think they might have told me that in the first place . . .

It is sort of fun to poke fun at Mom when I'm tired though. Comments such as, "I don't even remember getting into bed!" lead to questions such as, "Do you remember driving home?" Oh, mother. Get ready for a new patch of gray . . . "I drove home?" Now, that isn't really a lie. It's a question. The simple answer to this would be, "Yes, you drove home" but that's not what it sounded like. I know. I'm a terribly bad person, but it's fun to watch her eyebrows shoot north. Give me a break, I'm tired!

It's a Hard Knock Life . . .

After an irritatingly long week, I don't think it's too much to ask that I sleep in. A cuddle with the ktty is always a nice bonus. Toddling outside with a book and sangria (made with Little Black Dress - yumm - see Winerismsm post if you do not understand) I began to relax with a book. Trusty cell phone to keep me in touch with the world, good book, drink, and a sunny spot; what more could I ask for?

Quiet.

That's what I could have asked for. Darn birds chirping with their little, "It's morning! I'm a bird! There's a worm! Aren't I irritating?"

Grr. Might as well go back and cuddle the kitty. Maybe I'll bring her a bird.