| Aug. 2nd, 2008 @ 04:10 am It lives! (Now, with picspam!) |
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God. I used to post (on LJ at least) semi-regularly. I totally suck at this updating thing. Most of my f-list must think I am dead.
I have been sorta journaling-as-i-go-but-not-posting and now I have this huge assed, disjointed journal entry that has, like, a zillion topics. I was going to chop it into several posts so people could just read the ones that interested them. Or, you know - ignore them all. Or whatever.
Bah. Frack it! Journaling is starting to feel like an obligation I have been screwing up, and it's pissing me off, so I am just going to post this stuff. Then I will feel better. Then I will actually take some time to find out what the hell has been going on in other people's lives and, you know, COMMENT. So they know that I'm not ignoring them. Or dead.
I posted a bunch a photos from Pondfilk on LJ back in June, but there were a few that I never got around to putting up. For you viewing pleasure, ( Pondfilk picspam! )
I booked the Monday after Pondfilk off because I knew I was going to be bagged after. I also got Canada Day off - unexpectedly, as I had been told that I wouldn't be getting it off even though I'd asked back in April. So I got some stuff done around the house.
( Including scrubbing down patio furniture. )
I'm on the Social Committee at my housing co-op. We plan community events - usually for the kids, but supposedly for family things and adult things as well. Trying to get people to come out and participate can be very frustrating. We make an effort to hold events that will interest and entertain a broad scope of people.
( July 19th was Rock Band night. )
It would be nice if more adults came out to our events, but what can you do? My answer to that would be to plan a wicked party the way the social committee wants, invite all our friends and have a good time whether the rest of the co-op members come or not. I say we have an open bar night - that will bring them out in droves! Alas, that doesn't seem to be in our budget, mores the pity.
I'm getting tired of several different types of crap at work, so last week, I booked half Thursday off and went to a job fair with tigerrrl and her husband. I haven't been for a while.
( Man, there are a lot of people looking for work. )
Saturday, I took the kids to the Fireworks. Before we went, we drove Jazzy to the bus station. She wanted to hang out with Kent (our old roommie) and his brother Daryl (yes insert bad jokes here) for the evening.
Back in June, we all spent the weekend with Kent and Darryl, and we had planned to go out last weekend as well. Plans went awry as they are wont to do, and we postponed till Labour Day. But Jazzy really missed Kent, so she went by herself. I think it was a nice treat for her to a) get away, b) by herself and c) not have to share Kent's attention with her brother and sister. She's the closest thing he has to a dad and she gets very jealous of his time since we seem him so rarely.
( And I got some pic spam from the last time we went: )
Once Jazzy was dropped off, we booted off to Stanley Park. Girly Girl spent nearly the whole day in the pool. Monkey boy was in and out, and walked down along the beach and then went back in the pool, then played his DS then went back to the beach and back to the pool... he gets bored easily.
( I got a couple of pics during the day: )
While the kids were playing and swimming, I kicked back to read my book - and tried not to go into interweb withdrawal.
It's funny - when I don't have time to go online, that's one thing, but when I have no access and no option of access, I get twitchy. Does that mean I am addicted? Possibly. Do I care? Not particularly. This is an addiction that I have no plan to curtail, though I do try to control my usage. I can go days without a fix, but god help anyone who tries to take my interweb drug away, as I may have to hurt them. How did I live in the days when the zip code to a street in New York wasn't a mouse click away? When searching for a recipe meant pulling out all my cookbooks? When I had to look things up? Google, thou are Ghod of teh interweb search engines and we revere your mighty ways with the boolean phrase.
*cough*
Restricted as I was from web access, I actually did plow through "Cusor's Fury". I've been holding on to that one for a while and as I read, I remembered *why* I love Jim Butcher so much. It was really good, and left me feeling the way I do every time I read a Butcher novel - like I'm breathless from a wild ride and can't wait to go again.
*snicker* The last time I took the kids to the fireworks for the day, I was reading Dead Beat. Butcher and the Beach. Maybe it's a thing.
That is all for now. More to follow. Bwahaha! |
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