Miscellaneous musings

It's been a day. Quite a day. I'm tired and have a headache, so be prepared for this to be a wandering post with little to hold it together. Such fun!

First of all, a recap of what actually transpired last night. Remember the grandiose plan I had to get everything on my list done? Yeah...not so much.

I ended up watching five episodes of Alias, that really happened, and I did get to see American Idol. Hockey? Nope. The beer? Too many carbs too late at night. Bad for the blood sugar. The bath? Nope...got sucked into Alias, then Hubs got home, so that was out. But all in all I will say it was a good evening, so I suppose I have no right to complain whatsoever.

The same can not be said for my day today.

First, crappy weather. It's cold. It's raining. And it's windy. Not a good combination, especially when this diva sacrificed precious sleep minutes this morning to straighten her hair. Yesterday was an unpretty day (you know those days - you look in the mirror and go blech) so I thought I might feel better if I had a more styled do.

It worked. Until the elements conspired against me. Damn you, elements. I shake my fist at you.

So it's rainy, it's dark. I have a really crappy cup of coffee at the GO station and have to run for my train even thought we got there in almost record time. Figures the stinkin train would be early. Sigh.

I get to work, sift through emails, and have to deal with some stupid people. Good times. The rest of the work day is relatively okay, until the headache sunk back in and started flipping my stomach. Not good. I had a hard time concentrating on my computer, and for the rest of you office drones out there, you know that in order to get work done in said office, you kinda need to be able to look at the danged screen.

Finally home time rolls around and I head to the subway. Which has stopped working. Completely. I stand there for 9 minutes and no trains come in either direction (they generally show up every 2-3 minutes in rush hour).

And then it hits me - the one thing I've looked forward to all day, my ass in a seat on the 4:53 pm train - is not going to happen for me.

But there's always the 5:13.

So when it becomes increasingly clear that no trains will arrive, I resurface in search of a cab to get me to Union station. I'm at one of the busier intersections in Toronto, and do you think I could catch a cab to save my life? No such luck.

I finally team up with another stranded GO chick and we search together for a cab. For another 10 minutes. By now, the 4:53 has left the station, and my ass is nowhere near it.

We manage to snag a cab going in the opposite direction, turn a corner and stop. Traffic. Gridlock. I could have walked faster. Hell, in hindsight I should have walked. If only it wasn't cold. And raining. And windy. Grr...

You can probably surmise that I didn't make the 5:13 train either, so I'm stuck waiting for the 5:53. An entire hour after my desired departure. By the time that train leaves, I'd normally already be at home. At this point I've resigned myself to the fact that there's nothing I can do about it, it is what it is, and at least I don't HAVE to be anywhere at a given time.

I call Hubs to let him know what's going on, vent a little, and then stew for a bit when I find out he left a job site about 20 minutes away from my office at 4 pm...half an hour before I usually leave for the day. If we'd actually connected, he could have picked me up and I wouldn't have wasted a token on a trip I never took, and a trip on my 10 ride ticket. Then again, had we done that, the subway would have been just fine and there would have been a 50 car pileup on the 401 and we'd still be sitting there, trying to find a way to pee in a coke bottle or something. Ah, the road not taken.

We finally make it home safe and sound and Hubs has made a fantastic dinner in anticipation of my return. I mean seriously awesome. Oven roasted potatoes and pork tenderloin done in Diana sauce on the bbq - fantastic. A definite highlight of the day.

So all was picking up - until Idol came on.

That fucking Sanjaya is still in the fucking competition. And Gina's gone.

That's it! I've had it with this show! I know I've said it a thousand times, but I feel so bad for the people that have bona fide talent and get tossed off the show because a bunch of losers think it's fun to mess with the system they're not talented enough to be a real part of. Double grrrr....

So there you go. My rants for the day. I'm feeling a bit better now (Hubs has promised me a bit of a massage if I head up to bed shortly) so with that...night!

Gotta rest up for my big ultrasound tomorrow morning. Bring on the fun!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

What's a mouse to do?

The cat's away. Yep, I'm at home all by myself this evening as Hubs is off getting his geek on with some guys from work. I'm happy for him, don't get me wrong. This is a totally new group of boys for him to play with, and I think it's really important for us to each hang out with friends, both old and new, more than just once in a while. So it's great, as far as I'm concerned.

But what the hell am I supposed to do with myself!?

Hehe - this is just so weird. Usually he's the one at home by himself while I'm staying late at work or having dinner with a friend. And now, here I am. In my pj's, fed and watered...and there are way too many options for how I can fill my evening chez moi!

I could spend some quality time in my large soaker tub with my Philosophy lemon custard bubble bath and a good book

OR

I could spend more time surfing WB and other various internet offerings (not unlike every night)

OR

I could pop open a beer and watch the hockey game. Hubs isn't a huge fan, so we rarely watch hockey in our house. Sad, really. I feel that I've missed out on so much this season...sigh.

OR

I could watch like five episodes of Alias season five which I finally finagled from my sister. Hubs doesn't like this show either, so I try not to subject him to it. Within reason. Come on! It's the final season, and I have to find out what happens to Sidney and the baby!

OR

I could watch crap tv like any other night of the week. Hmmm...sounds boring. The only thing I have any interest in is American Idol, and I like to watch it AFTER the show's taped so I can skip through all the commercials and the Ryan Seacrest babble.

OR

I could find a way to do all of these things. Yeah, that sounds like a pretty decent plan!

In fact, I'm already on the second episode of Alias (and surfing the web) as I type this, and Idol is being stored on my happy PVR hard drive.

So maybe once this is over, I'll go to the kitchen, grab that beer, watch a period of the game and some Idol, then retire to my boudoir for a sudsy romp in da tub. Man, that doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a Tuesday night, all things considered. By the time Hubs gets home around 10:30 or 11, I'll be clean, relaxed, caught up on my crappy telly, and ready for beddy.

Sounds like quite a busy, action packed night for this house mouse! Here's to the cat having fun and leaving mousey me to wile away the hours with tv and booze until his return!

In a nutshell, here's to alone time! Cheers.

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

Uh yeah, that crafty thing?

Wellllll.....not so much.

Okay, so while my abstract art effort is not a total loss, I'm not really sure if I can bring myself to hang it with any sense of pride in our bedroom. Above our bed. I'm worried that it would give off some silly kindergarten vibes and hey - who wants that in the boudoir? Certainly pas moi.

Yeah, it's kinda crappy. But maybe not that bad. I don't know - the further away from it you are, the better it looks. It's when you actually take a moment to, oh I don't know, LOOK at it, you see just how talentless I really am.

I suppose I should be okay with this. I mean, I can't draw for shit, that's for sure, and I can barely stay in the lines for paint by numbers. Maybe it's just fine for me to not have a talent in the visual arts. I'm musical (that whole singing and playing musical instruments thing), I have a fair grasp of the English language and can string an entertaining sentence or two together (the whole blog thing), and I can put colours together well for general home decor purposes.

But from the looks of things, the universe is telling me to stick to a roller when painting - the finer subtleties of smaller brushes are now most painfully obviously well beyond my grasp.

Oh well. I guess we can't all be good at everything. But in the end at least I gave it a go. I got crap, but it's my crap, crafted with mine own two crap making hands. And that's still gotta count for something.

In other assorted news, we had the in laws over for dinner last night. Hubs cooked a roast that looked great to start out with, but via the magic of cooking, wasn't nearly as tender as it should have been. Not his fault at all - sometimes these things just don't work out. I blame the red wine and it's weird properties of separation. The gravy had a strange marbled texture to it, like all the tannins separated right out of the wine to make for a uniquely visual end result. It all tasted good, but it certainly did look quite odd.

I guess Sunday was not a good day for domestic or artistic ventures under our new roof. Good thing we're doing the Easter dinner on Saturday.

Saturday morning was weigh in day, and I am pleased to report that we have officially hit the 30 lbs lost mark. It had gone up and down a bit during that whole Aunt Flo interlude, but now things appear to have leveled off and them blue digital numbers are actually getting smaller again. Oh happy day.

And finally, it would appear, if the on again off again pains in my lower left torso are any indication, that my blessed ovaries may finally be up to something. Never has (suspected) ovulation pain felt so delightfully good! I go for the ultrasound on Thursday morning to see if mother nature and modern medicine got it on last week as we're hoping. Sure would be nice to get some good news in this department!

Anydoodles, this one is all over the map today, but that's about all there is to report. I'm pretty tired this evening and am atwitter in anticipation of bed. Hubs is already there, relaxing with a heated Magic Bag on his lower back. Hopefully it works, and I can make use of that other magic bag in the bed, nudge nudge, wink wink.

Yeah, okay. I agree. That was probably a bit too much even for me. But I still laughed, so in it stays. Nightie night!!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?