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<-- my life, by webgoddesscathy --> :: Saturday, December 09, 2006 :: Last night, I went on a date. It was nice. I got picked up from work. We drove to the Beach (southeast Toronto) and tried a new restaurant: Green Eggplant on Queen East, which is a family-style Italian restaurant that's so new I can't find it on the web yet. I really liked it (especially the baba ganoush!). It was laid back, very clean and comfortable and not too loud, outstanding service with reasonable prices and serving sizes. My lobster-giant prawn angel hair pasta was amazing too. We talked. We laughed. It was like a date when you're thinking, "I'd like to see this guy again" only he's already your boyfriend. Then we went to the movies -- arriving a bit early so we could relax and read some movie magazines and chat. We saw Stranger than Fiction and I totally loved it. It was so different and Will Ferrell, whom I normally quite dislike in movies. He played a good straight character. And then we came home. I sat in my dark kitchen for a bit, just enjoying the dark and the quiet before going to bed and realized that I really like the dark and the quiet very much. I get a very strong sense of calm from them. Maybe that's why I like my weekend mornings. I always wake up first. I make my decaf coffee. I sip and read or write or type. I plan my day. I speak to no one. And I love the luxuriousness of it. Is it odd that I really enjoy quiet simple moments so much? Perhaps that's why I'm having difficulty adjusting to having another intrude on my silence and stillness. :: Cathy 5:58 AM [+] :: 0 comments :: Wednesday, December 06, 2006 :: Quite the day... quite a LONG day. Managing suppliers on deliverables, researching contracts and budgets, updating the blog, organizing an event, attending the Global CONNECT conference at MaRS. I got home at 10pm. I'll be up tomorrow morning when Alex wakes up at 5:30am because I suck at sleeping. Off to the counselor I'll go and then start it all over again. Crazy. Good thing I love my work. :: Cathy 7:20 PM [+] :: 0 comments :: Tuesday, December 05, 2006 :: Do you know what you look like when you insulate your vermiculite-ridden attic? Well, you might think it would be something like this, but these are the party clothes I wore out that night. I totally picked up. :: Cathy 12:51 PM [+] :: 1 comments Ha. My favourite band, Keane, has done a "cover" of Bootylicious called "Dirrtylicious". Funny. Check it out on their myspace site: www.myspace.com/keane :: Cathy 11:49 AM [+] :: 1 comments OK, here's the thing: I hate it when people lie to me. The problem with this situation is that often, you don't actually KNOW when they're lying to you. Sure, there are times when you catch them in a lie and then it's easy. Black and white. They lied. When you have no proof that what they're saying is false and you just have a feeling, which may be a very strong feeling because the circumstances seem very suspicious, it becomes more difficult. You can't come out and call them a liar. Because there's a chance, however small, that they may be telling the truth and that the truth, as they say, is actually stranger than fiction. And if you DO come out and call them a liar with no proof, you're either: a) crazy paranoid b) an asshole c) very intuitive/smart It all depends on whether you're right or not. And as I said, this is difficult when you have no proof. So what do you do? Well, I question the crazy circumstances and ask if there's something they're not telling me, without flat-out calling them a liar. Which doesn't work so well, because they still have grounds to call me crazy/paranoid or an asshole. And they're all defensive and of course they're not going to suddenly admit to the truth. And now they can accuse you of not trusting them (in a righteous manner). So, there's no benefit to this approach. I'm looking for a new approach. Now, keep in mind, I generally trust people that I know unless they have in the past shown themselves to lie. I myself lie quite a bit (keep that in mind when you're reading me - how do you really know that what I say is true?). I don't actually believe that I'm untrusting. I think I have a healthy suspicion of suspicious circumstances, is all. Those who have proven themselves trustworthy, I trust. Those who haven't... well, what does one do? :: Cathy 7:20 AM [+] :: 2 comments :: Monday, December 04, 2006 :: My mom gave me some soup on the weekend, when I drove them to the airport. I am eating it now and I think I'm going to freak out - it is the best soup I've ever had. Some sort of thai curried chicken and vegetable soup. Mm! :: Cathy 12:33 PM [+] :: 0 comments Last Friday - World AIDS day - my colleagues and I made a donation to the Stephen Lewis Foundation as part of the Give a Day to AIDS campaign. We donated $9,295 altogether. I hope you managed to get your company on board too. :: Cathy 7:54 AM [+] :: 0 comments It is done. I conquered the attic. Saturday, I dropped my mom and dad off at the airport and off they went to stay in my timeshare in St. Martin. I took the car and went to Home Depot and bought a crap-load of 9.5inch, 31-R pink insulation for the attic. Got it home and moved the furniture in our bedroom away from the closet's attic trap-door. Nick, my brother-in-law, arrived in time to help us get one thing down the stairs. Nick is awesome - I am just so thankful that he came, it was SO nice of him! He also brought gifts of respirators, Tyvek coveralls and gloves. Best of all, he helped us. He helped me figure out how to put the respirator on safely. I got taped into my suit, put up my hood and strapped on the face mask. I have a photo - or he does - somewhere. I climbed up through that tiny opening, put down boards across the joists so that I could walk/crawl across them without causing the ceiling to sag and raked out the hills of vermiculite. I immediately saw the dust-vapour rising. The hatch closed and all I had was the light of a lamp and a flashlight. Creepy. And you can't stand up straight in my attic. So I crab-walked for the next 3 hours over 2x8s, laying down insulation in near-darkness in an asbestos-filled attic. What was I thinking? It got hot FAST. I was soaked. I had to stop to catch my breath a lot. I swore a LOT. I almost cried. But I got it DONE. BAM! I am strong, I am invincible - I am WOMAN! :: Cathy 5:48 AM [+] :: 0 comments
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