Thursday, April 30, 2009

Stairway To Heaven

I work in a tall sky scraper in the core of my city on the 25th floor. With panoramic views of the sprawling Rockey Mountains I find myself often distracted and aching to hike rather then work on my spreadsheets.

Once a year we have "fire drills" which means we stage an actual fire alarm and everyone evacuates the building by using the stairs. It's not as chaotic as it may initially seem because there are people on each floor who are my coworkers who have the job of being Fire Wardens. They direct, helping us stay organized and in control.

We are told things like:

  • Where are your flat shoes?

  • Do you have a buddy?

  • Do NOT take the elevator!

  • and You have to evacuate the building, False alarm or not!

All in all, this usually amounts to the whole building (both towers- North tower 45 floors, South tower 31 floors.) being evacuated and what this means for me if I get to climb down 25 flights of stairs usually in high heels because I've forgotten my flat shoes (I still will argue that I am not a hazard and that I can do anything in 4 inch heels.).

The first time I did this I actually felt great- the muscles in my legs were excited. I am active in my life, walking, hiking, making out, skiing, dancing and yoga are all ways that I enjoy my body. I do not go to the gym though- it's not in my nature. I'm a was "skinny fat girl" ( someone who has a great body but doesn't need to do anything to keep it). Not until recently have I learnt to respect my body and treat it right with proper nutrition (OK- so I still have cake for breakfast but no biggie- right??!). I started thinking that maybe I should be doing the stairs just for fun, and not just walking down them but coming up!

I took the time to research things with the building security to make sure it was allowed and I found another woman who was interested and we now climb the stairs at least once a week. I feel fantastic doing it! I've gained strength in my legs and I have an energy for the rest of the day that just can't be compared to anything else (except maybe love!)

It takes about 20 minutes to do 31 flights of stairs... at 20 stairs a flight that's 620. It gets hot and sticky in there but it's no big deal. I like it! So that's what I am getting ready to do in the next 15 minutes. Ready to climb my Stairway to Heaven- sans Jimmy Page.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

And This Is Definitely The Opera

Tonight is opera night. It's been over 10 years that I have been going and I have seen every opera put on by the Calgary Opera House with my dad. It never fails though, I am always incredibly sleepy the day off and find myself getting very antsy sitting in a crowded theater for 4 hours straight. Regardless, I like this time i spend with my father. This is something that is exclusively ours and I treasure that.

Tonight's opera (the closing opera to the season) is a comedy...

The Barber of Seville by Rossini (sung in Italian with English subtitles projected above the stage.)

My brother saw this once when he traveled to Germany and he claims it to be his favorite. It's listed as one of the top 10 opera of all times and thankfully doesn't have the staggering heavy notes of most famed Italian operas (take Tosca for example- EVERYBODY dies.). My favorites are still The Marriage of Figaro and La Bohème because of their savory melodies and gentle love stories. So, I am curious about tonight production and hopeful that I have another to add to my small list of recommendations.

So with that note, I will leave you with this... enjoy!

Rabbit of Seville, featuring Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd (1950) @ Yahoo! Video

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Self Fulfilling Prophecies

I'm sure you've had those moments... the ones in which you know better than to do what you are about to do. Your choices are bright and shiny- very visible sitting in front of you. Yet you choose the one you know you shouldn't. Subconsciously, and more often than not consciously aware that what you are about to do is going to result in a certain unfavourable consequence.
That's called not listening to your gut.
We all (for the most part) know what is best for ourselves. Often though, we second guess and choose the later because it's safer. Or is some type of lazy denial. I've had that moment in my life, where my gut is screaming out for me not do what I am about to do. To stop, slow down and take the time to do it right. Or not do it at all...

Being somewhat short and a bit of clutter bug when I was younger I prided myself on being a collector of collections. I had over 150 pen pals from all over the world who I wrote to religiously, writing letters was my way of getting through High School in one piece. Some girls had sex, some girls did drugs, some girls drank till they threw up, some girls graduated a year early. This girl, she wrote letters. I started collecting stamps around the same time. I learnt how to lift them off the envelops so not to tear them. Drying them so they would curl into little penne shaped thing-a-ma-bobbers. I kept them loose in a box until I had time to put them into albums. One afternoon I was tidying up my room and feeling very ambitious I decided to tackle the box which was starting to overflow. I still remember standing on my tiptoes on top of the no-step step of a ladder. Reaching up to try and grab the open box I remember clearly stopping half way and thinking to myself. "Blanche, you know... you can't reach those without moving the stuff in front of them. You should stop, take your time and move the stuff. If you don't, you're going to dump the whole lot and that's going to be a bitch to clean up." You see, I didn't just risk spilling stamps but the box of stuff in front of the box of stamps was filled with thousands of tiny loose beads. I stopped and thought, weighing my options. Take the time to move the beads in order to ensure that all went well in retrieving the stamps. The down side to that was that would be taking an extra 15 seconds to get them, get off the ladder and then climb back up the ladder. I was 16 at the time... I had things to do and places go. Letters to write and stamps to put in little slots. I didn't have 15 seconds to spare so I chose to go right for it. Grab those stamps and hope the best! Well, sure enough- the whole lot spilt. Hundreds of stamps, thousands of tiny little beads, and me. It took me over an hour to clean up the mess. I couldn't just vacuum up the beads either, I had to get on my hands and knees, picking them out of the fibers in the carpet. I remember cursing myself and saying "Let this be lesson- never to doubt your gut again."

I stuck with that for a while, listening to my intuition. It wasn't until I was 23 and with a new boyfriend did I face a moment like that again. It was late into the night and I remember kneeling on the couch of our condo looking out the window into the back alley. He had just left again to deal something that was going on that night. Everything in my body was telling me to get the hell out of there. To call my mum to pick me up and get out of that situation. It didn't matter that I had just moved my stuff in. It didn't matter that it was the middle of the night. It didn't matter that this wasn't a lifestyle that I wanted. There I was again confronted with my two shiny options- clear as day. To leave or to stay... Everything intelligent in me screamed for me to run. But, I stayed soothing myself with the thought that I was doing the right thing. That I was brave to confront the situation rather than running away. Even though I can say I learnt allot from staying I would admit that might be my only regret in life. I sometimes think I would trade all the wisdom I acquired from those years with him just to have those years back without him. I did finally listen to my head and got out. I swore to myself that I would NEVER doubt my gut again.

Until tonight... I was busy in the kitchen making dinner. I already had my pj's on which I must admit are the rattiest pj's I own. They consist of an old Feist concert T-Shirt that I cut the neck out of. The cotton is so thin I often wear a tank top underneath just to be respectable. My bottoms were a pair of worn out men's undies with a hole in the bum. So comfortable and so not social situation appropriate. The trash was getting full and I thought to myself. "My, that trash sure is full. Maybe I should sneak out into the hallway and throw it away. " but then I stopped myself because I thought "Oh but wait... what if I run into someone on the way to the trash shoot? I should really put something more respectable on... " and there I was, with my two shiny options in front of me. Clear as day... I second guessed my gut and snuck out into the hall way and sure enough everyone and their dog decided to come home right at that moment. I saw people I didn't even know lived on my floor! Saying hello and pretending nothing was wrong (or showing!) I chuckled to myself.
*Just a gentle reminder to trust my gut more often then not...*

Queen Bee

I am the queen of Google- well maybe not the QUEEN but I do Google a lot. My reasons for this are divided into two part ...

  • Laziness: I make Google do all the work looking up web pages that I know the address for so I don't have to type them in (more on this mentioned below).

  • Anal Retentiveness: I'd rather take the extra time Googling then messing up the address bar history with misspelled and single use addresses. I get a little anxious when someone comes over to use my computer and they type the address into the bar "improperly". Not putting "www" before the address sends me into a bit of a silent mental fit. Though I'd never address it with the person (That's not fair to anyone, I do realise that I am being neurotic.)- I just smile and let them keep typing "Facebkok,com" promising myself that once they do leave I will clean up the history and make sure everything is back to normal. *snickers* Normal.

My initial intention was to write about a woman's blog that I came across with Google. I found her blog fascinating purely on the fact they were personal glimpses into her day to day life. She comes across as very warm and easy to relate to. I really enjoy that in a person. I was hooked after I read about her encounter with some wasps. Horrifying (to be in her shoes) and fantastic (to be able to read about it in her words- she has a great sense of humour.)!

Click here to see for yourself!

With that being said, I'm not going to write about what I was originally going to write about. I'll save that for another day.

Monday, April 27, 2009

PIG: Word Of The Day!

I'm all about pigs, mini pigs and piglets today.


And The Little Pig Went Weee-Weee-Weee All The Way Home From Mexico

This was a busy weekend for me and finally had some time to catch up on the local and national news last night (As well- I watched some CHEESY after school special but that's a whole other blog. We all need to watch things once in a while that are strictly for fluff purpose only. AKA guilty pleasures I assume.). As I clicked on the home page for my local paper I noticed the head liner "Deadly Swine Flu Hit Canada: Alberta On High Alert" and a picture of people standing on a street corner with surgical masks over their faces.

First things first- I'd like to thank the media for attempting to instill fear in me. I would now like to guzzle a bottle of Purell hand Sanitizer and hide away in my freshly bleached condo.

Second thing- Swine Flu? Where do these names come from?? First there was Bird Flu and now Swine Flu- old MacDonald needs to look after his live stock a bit better and stop people with weak immune systems from playing with his animals.

I'm going to be a good girl and find out where this stuff comes from before I babble myself into sounding super simple.

For Pig Flu info click HERE

Can I Haz A Mini Pigs?

Friday, April 24, 2009

Wishbone: The Worlds Most Colorful Taste

I am a sleeeeeeepy girl today. A week of no sleep can make me duller then a sheep. Baaa.
ok. That was Baaaad.
That too.

I tried to buy Kings of Leon tickets today but sadly I've forgotten both the Pre-Sale and the Regular Sale so all that was left when I remembered were Level Two seats. I don't pay for Level Two seats.

There's still snow on the ground and up in the hills. I'm waiting for it to warm up because I know underneath all that white stuff is green stuff and trees just waiting to burst into life.
And spiders that are waiting to invade my home. Dun-dun-dunnnn.

It's 11:11am (or so my computer says.). I'm going to make a wish.
*makes wish making face almost fell asleep because eyes were closed for longer then a nano second it takes to blink*
There. Wish Made.

I use to wish all the time, on things like stars, eye lashes, that wishbone in the chicken and birthday candles. I do believe that they come true because much have come true for me. I am very lucky to have what I have and I am just starting to get the hang of what to do with it. This wisdom I believe has come with age.

Today I like my age. Maybe it's because I'm a bit dull due to the sleepiness. I still get curious about my wrinkles and what I will look like when I get older but regardless... today I like my age. It's not that old. I'm just 19 in "Blanche Years".

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The Anytime 5 Minutes Chocolate Cup Cake

  • 4 tablespoons flour
  • 4 tablespoons sugar
  • 2 tablespoons cocoa
  • 1 egg
  • 3 tablespoons milk
  • 3 tablespoons oil
  • 3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
  • A small splash of vanilla extract & your favourite tipple liquor
  • 1 large tall coffee mug
Add dry ingredients to your largest mug & mix well.
Add the egg & mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk & oil.
Mix well.
Add the chocolate chips (if using),
vanilla extract
a drop or two of your favourite tipple liquor.
Mix again
Put your mug in the microwave & cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts (high).
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed!
Allow to cool a little, & tip out onto a plate if desired.
(this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).

Love On A Plate

So, I was going to be all whiz like and link my "Half Denver" from the previous post to a picture or something that would expresses my adoration towards my Half Denver Breakfast Sandwich.


THIS caught my eye... amazing.

THIS is just what I need right now *sigh*
I want love on a plate...

So with that aside I guess I will give you the definition of a
Half Denver Breakfast Sandwich:

Denver sandwich:
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A Denver sandwich, also known as a Western sandwich, consists of a Denver omelet (consisting of at least ham, onion, green pepper, and scrambled eggs), sandwiched between two pieces of bread. The bread is commonly toasted, and the sandwich may or may not contain lettuce or other ingredients, depending on individual taste.

Now what makes this a HALF Denver Sandwich is I ask for NO ham, NO onion and extra cheddar cheese. The guy who makes this for me always says "But that's not a Denver!" and I say "No, it's not.. it's a Half Denver!" and we laugh because all is right in the world.


I woke up after a nasty night of not sleeping only to think "Yay! It's FRIDAY! I can wear Jeans!" and then remembered that it's actually THURSDAY and it's a frozen hell outside. At the end of April.

Oh Winter- you are sooooo last season.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my work and I love my job but when all I want to do is sleep in and relax... my job looses it's appeal. Hence why I am blogging so early in the morning at work.
Plus it's a little slow...
Slow rhymes with snow...

I think I'll go get some breakfast... a cookie and a Half Denver should cheer me up. Or at least bring my blood sugar back up to where it should be.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

3 Penny Opera

This is my 3 penny opera.
We all know the story, most of us have been to the late show...
the early show...
and even the matinee.

and like most operas- this one has gone on for far too long. I'm bored.

*I can't be bothered to read your text messages anymore*

For Umbrella or Against Umbrella

So I've been spending the last 2 hours trying to decided if I want to use my umbrella on the way home.

  • It's snowing (Pro Umbrella)
  • It's wet snow (Pro Umbrella)
  • It's windy (Against Umbrella- counts for 3 points)
  • I'm wearing non-waterproof mascara which by the time I got home would make me look like a dead Gothic bunny (Pro Umbrella)

Looks like a tie to me.

Maybe I'll just have to wait until I actually get out in the snow to see what I should do.
Really, it doesn't matter becasue I'm going home anyway- the mission is to get home as soon as possible...don't you think a wet, dead, goth bunny would be a hell of a lot faster then posh umbrella princess?