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Underwhelmed and Overqualified
12 December 2011 @ 01:20 pm
I had a dream last night that we were being robbed. Turns out - we were! No wonder the dog wouldn't stay in bed.
They got into the garage. I don't know what they took other than Johann's snowboard...have to wait for him to get home and take inventory.
Damnit.
They got into the garage. I don't know what they took other than Johann's snowboard...have to wait for him to get home and take inventory.
Damnit.
05 September 2011 @ 03:53 pm
I'm trying to win a contest for my business. It's called WE Mastermind and if I win, Write Ahead will get a $5k business package to develop its online editing component. The exposure the business will get from this is massive and it would mean so, so much for me to succeed here.
The winner is the person with the most votes. You can vote every day until Sept 19.
Please click and vote for me once a day! Please. I will love you forever.
http://apps.facebook.com/promosapp/1870
The winner is the person with the most votes. You can vote every day until Sept 19.
Please click and vote for me once a day! Please. I will love you forever.
http://apps.facebook.com/promosapp/1870
08 July 2011 @ 08:21 am
Fuck, I am so sick of having this giant roll of fat attached to my stomach. I can lift it up off my body and when I do, I can breathe so much easier. I wish it would go away. I eat well, I exercise like crazy, and it just sits there taunting me. I am doomed to three hours of daily cardio and a diet of broccoli and unseasoned chicken breasts.
/rant
okay, to the office I go (via bicycle, of course).
/rant
okay, to the office I go (via bicycle, of course).
17 June 2011 @ 09:49 am
I can't shake this sickening feeling, so maybe if I write about it, it will go away.
Admittedly I expected something bad to happen, win or lose, but somehow I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't have ever imagined it would be as horrific as it was.
Joh and I left the bar during the third period and went to Georgia and Homer to watch the rest of the game on the big screen. When the fourth goal happened, a fight broke out in front of us, so we quickly moved off to the side and stood atop some stairs next to the Da Gino restaurant. The mood of the crowd switched instantly from sadness to anger. The porta potties started to tip, one by one. People started to climb the lamp posts. Then the first car was set on fire. And suddenly it was mayhem.
A mother stood with her five-year-old son, who was yelling "Riot! Riot! Riot!" while mom giggled and laughed. They fled when someone threw a rock through the window next to where they were standing.
A man was escorted into the alley in front of us, bleeding from his head. I later saw a picture from the fight he was in (it's the bald guy on the right, with the painted face (Thanks Tera for the link): http://i.imgur.com/91TJ1.jpg
People started to break the windows of the Budget Car Rental across the street. We could hear glass breaking all around us but couldn't see a lot of it because we were trying to stay at a safe distance from the violence. When all the porta potties were wrecked people started taking to the bus shelter, picking up fencing and throwing it through the glass.
A CTV van that was parked in the alley bailed out on the scene, while several people jumped on the back and took a ride.
More windows on the Da Gino restaurant broke behind us. A man walked by and showed me his bloody hand while yelling "Fuck Boston!"
Groups of people ran down the alley and straight into the crowd, cheering and screaming "Riot!" "Let's fuck shit up!" and more. The police had blocked the streets but not the alley and there was a clear way into the chaos. It took the police a good 90 minutes to block off that alley (and that only happened about 10 minutes after we told a group of officers with their hands in their pockets that people could still get in).
We walked down to Dunsmuir and saw the horses going in, probably 45 minutes into the riot. It took them that long to mobilize.
Then we walked to Richards and Dunsmuir and watched another car fire from the lawn of the church on the corner. A mob of people were startled and fled over the lawn, nearly trampling me, but I ducked into an alcove while they ran past. Coat hangers from Black & Lee littered the ground. Rioters smashed the cafe and deli on the corner of Richards and Dunsmuir and looted it. Then they overturned a SmartCar and set it on fire.
We saw about half a dozen fights, at least six car fires, several stores get looted, and hundreds of panes of glass get broken. Many bystanders did not engage in any violence but cheered and hollered the others on, energizing them to keep destroying things. The tear gas and smoke stung my eyes and throat.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there, but I couldn't stop watching. I don't think I know anyone else who was down there when it happened and stuck it out to watch it unfold. It was physically and emotionally sickening. Revolting. Despicable. Disgusting. And I couldn't stop staring.
I don't blame the police for not acting fast enough, I blame their superiors for not predicting this. They did a good job once they got in there. But it took SO. LONG. For them to get in. We watched for probably 30 minutes before we saw a single officer. The tear gas was effective but it caused people to flee, and the loud bangs only excited the crowd. It's not my business to say what they could have done differently; I think the sheer area of the riot, probably 25 square blocks, made it nearly impossible to control. But I didn't see any police presence right before the riot started, and maybe that would have made a difference. We'll never know.
As much as my heart is warmed by the outpouring of support for the city and the cleanup effort, I can't shake the feeling of devastation that I got while watching the riots unfold. But I am so glad so see how quickly the good people responded. Walking around the area yesterday, you would never have known anything happened if not for the boarded up windows.
Admittedly I expected something bad to happen, win or lose, but somehow I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't have ever imagined it would be as horrific as it was.
Joh and I left the bar during the third period and went to Georgia and Homer to watch the rest of the game on the big screen. When the fourth goal happened, a fight broke out in front of us, so we quickly moved off to the side and stood atop some stairs next to the Da Gino restaurant. The mood of the crowd switched instantly from sadness to anger. The porta potties started to tip, one by one. People started to climb the lamp posts. Then the first car was set on fire. And suddenly it was mayhem.
A mother stood with her five-year-old son, who was yelling "Riot! Riot! Riot!" while mom giggled and laughed. They fled when someone threw a rock through the window next to where they were standing.
A man was escorted into the alley in front of us, bleeding from his head. I later saw a picture from the fight he was in (it's the bald guy on the right, with the painted face (Thanks Tera for the link): http://i.imgur.com/91TJ1.jpg
People started to break the windows of the Budget Car Rental across the street. We could hear glass breaking all around us but couldn't see a lot of it because we were trying to stay at a safe distance from the violence. When all the porta potties were wrecked people started taking to the bus shelter, picking up fencing and throwing it through the glass.
A CTV van that was parked in the alley bailed out on the scene, while several people jumped on the back and took a ride.
More windows on the Da Gino restaurant broke behind us. A man walked by and showed me his bloody hand while yelling "Fuck Boston!"
Groups of people ran down the alley and straight into the crowd, cheering and screaming "Riot!" "Let's fuck shit up!" and more. The police had blocked the streets but not the alley and there was a clear way into the chaos. It took the police a good 90 minutes to block off that alley (and that only happened about 10 minutes after we told a group of officers with their hands in their pockets that people could still get in).
We walked down to Dunsmuir and saw the horses going in, probably 45 minutes into the riot. It took them that long to mobilize.
Then we walked to Richards and Dunsmuir and watched another car fire from the lawn of the church on the corner. A mob of people were startled and fled over the lawn, nearly trampling me, but I ducked into an alcove while they ran past. Coat hangers from Black & Lee littered the ground. Rioters smashed the cafe and deli on the corner of Richards and Dunsmuir and looted it. Then they overturned a SmartCar and set it on fire.
We saw about half a dozen fights, at least six car fires, several stores get looted, and hundreds of panes of glass get broken. Many bystanders did not engage in any violence but cheered and hollered the others on, energizing them to keep destroying things. The tear gas and smoke stung my eyes and throat.
I felt like I shouldn't have been there, but I couldn't stop watching. I don't think I know anyone else who was down there when it happened and stuck it out to watch it unfold. It was physically and emotionally sickening. Revolting. Despicable. Disgusting. And I couldn't stop staring.
I don't blame the police for not acting fast enough, I blame their superiors for not predicting this. They did a good job once they got in there. But it took SO. LONG. For them to get in. We watched for probably 30 minutes before we saw a single officer. The tear gas was effective but it caused people to flee, and the loud bangs only excited the crowd. It's not my business to say what they could have done differently; I think the sheer area of the riot, probably 25 square blocks, made it nearly impossible to control. But I didn't see any police presence right before the riot started, and maybe that would have made a difference. We'll never know.
As much as my heart is warmed by the outpouring of support for the city and the cleanup effort, I can't shake the feeling of devastation that I got while watching the riots unfold. But I am so glad so see how quickly the good people responded. Walking around the area yesterday, you would never have known anything happened if not for the boarded up windows.
28 May 2011 @ 08:59 pm
Well, I went and bought the P90X off craigslist, and went at 'er. I'm on day 8.
Although I've only followed the diet about 50% (and haven't overindulged much, with the exception of beer when the Canucks play), and I was barely capable of finishing some of the workouts, I'm already noticing a difference in my body. My arms look more defined and there is less fat around my ribcage. My stomach feels hard as a rock (under all that fat anyway).
Oh and I skipped a day, but that's because I went on a 35km bike ride instead.
I have to say these are great workouts. The program is pretty intense but the variety makes it really fun, and they do a good job of showing modifications (for my poor knees).
I almost feel like I have to be accountable to the program - if I don't write everything down and keep track of my progress, I'm cheating myself. This is the most motivated I've felt in a long while and it's very exciting.
Is this the year for the beach body? I hope so, because I'm going grey.
Although I've only followed the diet about 50% (and haven't overindulged much, with the exception of beer when the Canucks play), and I was barely capable of finishing some of the workouts, I'm already noticing a difference in my body. My arms look more defined and there is less fat around my ribcage. My stomach feels hard as a rock (under all that fat anyway).
Oh and I skipped a day, but that's because I went on a 35km bike ride instead.
I have to say these are great workouts. The program is pretty intense but the variety makes it really fun, and they do a good job of showing modifications (for my poor knees).
I almost feel like I have to be accountable to the program - if I don't write everything down and keep track of my progress, I'm cheating myself. This is the most motivated I've felt in a long while and it's very exciting.
Is this the year for the beach body? I hope so, because I'm going grey.
22 May 2011 @ 06:24 pm
I have put off all my clients until Tuesday. I should do this every weekend. It's very relaxing, you know, to take a day off work.
Despite a fun bike ride with Tara and the Canucks winning and taking the weekend off, I am feeling kind of down today thinking about the friends I no longer have. I can't seem to stop myself from making up stories in my head about Jeff going around slagging me and Johann and making everyone hate us. This may or may not be happening, and I have no evidence either way, but lately I'm struggling with wanting to tell my side to other people. I'm not interested in badmouthing Jeff at all, but I fear a group of people who sit around smugly and roll their eyes and say, "well Jess and Joh are assholes anyway". And I want to tell them that we are not assholes and there was a misunderstanding. Because I will end up running into these folks again one day I am sure, and I don't want an awkward moment.
I'm sad that we will probably not be invited to Brendan's wedding even though Johann was the first person he told and they even went together to get the ring.
Tonight I did not eat a healthy dinner. But I don't care. Pout pout pout.
Despite a fun bike ride with Tara and the Canucks winning and taking the weekend off, I am feeling kind of down today thinking about the friends I no longer have. I can't seem to stop myself from making up stories in my head about Jeff going around slagging me and Johann and making everyone hate us. This may or may not be happening, and I have no evidence either way, but lately I'm struggling with wanting to tell my side to other people. I'm not interested in badmouthing Jeff at all, but I fear a group of people who sit around smugly and roll their eyes and say, "well Jess and Joh are assholes anyway". And I want to tell them that we are not assholes and there was a misunderstanding. Because I will end up running into these folks again one day I am sure, and I don't want an awkward moment.
I'm sad that we will probably not be invited to Brendan's wedding even though Johann was the first person he told and they even went together to get the ring.
Tonight I did not eat a healthy dinner. But I don't care. Pout pout pout.
19 May 2011 @ 07:32 pm
Yeah, I'm pretty fat again. All the Jeff stuff and the stress of work and well, the Canucks playoffs too, and I have been eating badly and exercising inadequately.
Took measurements on Tuesday for the P90x. I started it yesterday and promptly barfed up my breakfast after the first workout. Okay then! Maybe I should have waited a little longer after my cereal.
I have waited over an hour since dinner, so I'll try day 2 tonight. Hopefully I keep dinner down, because it was tasty.
Anyway, things are kind of okay. Not great but okay. I like my new office, and that part kind of makes me happier about Vancouver, which I've been really down on lately. I still think I would like to live in a different house.
Took measurements on Tuesday for the P90x. I started it yesterday and promptly barfed up my breakfast after the first workout. Okay then! Maybe I should have waited a little longer after my cereal.
I have waited over an hour since dinner, so I'll try day 2 tonight. Hopefully I keep dinner down, because it was tasty.
Anyway, things are kind of okay. Not great but okay. I like my new office, and that part kind of makes me happier about Vancouver, which I've been really down on lately. I still think I would like to live in a different house.
23 April 2011 @ 09:16 am
Not enough people can see how awesome Johann is, even if he is intense and opinionated and acts like he's not listening, he is usually listening. And he is a lot more caring and sensitive than most people realize.
I love him so much. Our relationship is not perfect but when he puts his arms around me I feel like nothing can ever hurt me.
I love him so much. Our relationship is not perfect but when he puts his arms around me I feel like nothing can ever hurt me.
17 April 2011 @ 12:34 pm
Forcing me to listen to you screwing your girl of the month is not the most appropriate way to thank me for taking care of your dog all weekend.
