tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80076263479460434852024-03-13T03:04:03.674-07:00Darci's RamblingsDarcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.comBlogger414125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-23002286168502699852012-08-03T23:43:00.001-07:002012-08-03T23:44:52.877-07:00and then it was AugustHey long lost blog!<br />
Four and half months later, I finally get around to pounding out a post.<br />
Sorry about that. Life got in the way.. I got a part time job, and then another job, which was supposed to be full time, and I was supposed to quit the part time, but I decided on a whim to apply at my favorite boutique in town and landed myself a second part time job so I quit the full time job.<br />
Still following?<br />
Right now I'm a part-time portrait photographer and a part time sales girl of lovely undergarments and clothing! I'm very happy with both jobs, the supposed to be full time job was sewing and alterations and for many reasons the job wasn't a good fit. <br />
This summer has been full of camping and exploring and sunshine.<br />
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In other big news, I am waiting for the finalization of the divorce papers. I agreed in January and the ball is rolling albeit very, very slowly. Part of the reason I haven't blogged is I wasn't sure if I was ready to post about the final demise of my relationship with Mr.Darcy, at this point we are still friends, but have agreed that the relationship isn't going to be repaired. It took me a really long time to come to peace with this fact, and I have done a lot of growing in the past 9 months.<br />
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<br />Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com2Terrace, BC, Canada54.5181925 -128.60315454.444458999999995 -128.7610825 54.591926 -128.4452255tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-77867998826775252602012-03-16T13:25:00.000-07:002012-03-16T13:25:35.128-07:00Busy as a beeIt always happens for me, when I have bloggy fodder I am much to busy to write about it down.<br />
I am going to try and schedule myself thirty minutes at least three times a week. No promises you will actually see what I write though :)<br />
In the last three weeks I have driven to Castlegar, BC and back home, Moberly Lake and home again. Which is total of at least 50+ hours of sitting in a car.<br />
So the past few days have been very relaxed and chill. <br />
I have yet to be hired for a "real" job but I have decided on doing some bookkeeping like work for two different companies. Which I plan to actually start applying myself to on Monday.<br />
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I'm about to go drop off another resume and apply online for a couple of part time jobs, and then cross my fingers.<br />
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Today I went to a dentist appointment at 9am and then realized that I had canceled the appointment thinking I would still be out of town. But had forgotten to remove it from my calendar, thankfully they were able to squeeze me in at noon, so I am now enjoying clean, shiny teeth.<br />
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How has everyone's first 2 weeks of March been treating them?<br />
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Any big plans for St.Paddy's Day?Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-35353593930115135932012-02-19T14:57:00.001-08:002012-02-19T14:57:31.046-08:00No need for wanted posters<div><p>You know it's a small town when:<br>
You see checking out a book a the library and the librarian says " I thought you looked like a Brousseau" and you also find out the movie you checked out for the Littles is over due, so the kind librarian renews it for you. <br>
Then you as you hop down the steps (something you realize as typing this sounds undignified, but it's a tradition from childhood.) You look up to find your dad has just driven up to drop off said over due movie. <br>
At this moment you start to feel that the family may be stalking you :-) </p>
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Nothing new to post on the job front yet, mostly because I haven't dropped off anymore resumes or heard back from the jobs I wanted.<br />
I realized that I don't do well not having a job, I need the schedule to order my life around. <br />
yesterday my dad and I fixed my car, which is a huge relief to me, because the rear shock/strut was banging around sometime terribly. Now I just need to get the muffler replaced so that it doesn't sound like a racecar.<br />
I am debating starting a feature called My blonde moment of the day. <br />
I have two for you today.<br />
The first was when I setup my computer, I had my screen rotated portrait rather then landscape (all the words were still landscape) and an error came up, something along the lines of cmos error. So I was frusterated thinking that I had wrecked one of my hard drives in the move home. So I decided to do a little research after about fifteen minutes, I went and looked at the scren again. As I started to rotate it, I realized it said Press f1 to start normally. Yeah, I felt just a little dumb.<br />
Second brilliant moment:<br />
Helping my sister with her horses, we moved the water trough which just happpens to be a bathtub. We got it flattened out (the warm water melts the snow underneath causing it to tilt) and we both stood on an edge and tried to make it sink into the snow little, well I decided to move one foot to the front of the tube, which didnt go as planned because that foot went right into the tub (which of course has water in it) and then I proceeded to fall off backwards into the snow wacking my leg really good in the process. It didn't hurt at the time, but I felt really silly, lying like a turtle on my back. Once Meleah stopped laughing at me she helped me up.<br />
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Another fear I've been working through is the fear of rejection.<br />
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I hate hate hate job hunting, mostly the work of dropping off resumes and/or submitting them online and never hearing anything back. I am slightly old fashioned in my thinking that at least if I drop the resume off, I can talk with someone or find out who I should make contact with later. This whole online application thing really bothers me because I've had no luck at all.<br />
Last year while living in Vancouver I felt like I filled out application after application and months I received an email from a call center saying I should watch a video and if I was suited for the job, I should go to the interviews they were holding on such and such date. But at this point I was gainfully employed at Camp S.and about a thousand km away.<br />
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My experience in Chetty was good, I got a job on the spot. But that could have something to do with the lack of people in the area ;0)<br />
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For the past three weeks, I've just hid my head in the ground and enjoyed doing "nothing" work wise. But there are bills to be paid, and I didn't save enough to keep being unemployed. I don't know if I qualify for EI.(I also don't want to bother applying and waiting almost two months to find out if I get money or not)<br />
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So for now I am employed by Mikes Roofing as my dad's secretary/bill paying/office organizing person. Which is awesome, but also stress inducing because there is stuff to do, but it's like being self employed and I would rather have someone hand me a to-do list with the hours that are expected of me.<br />
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I've applied at a couple of places around town and am hoping to get a few part time jobs, because I haven't quite figured out what I want to do over the summer yet.<br />
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Today while trying to figure out what to wear I was feeling frustrated because no one else was home to give me some fashion advice, but then Meleah and my parents came home! I ended up with an interesting outfit,<strike> and may even post a photo(if i get one I like)</strike>. Update: I have photos, but they all need cropping and red eye reduction, plus I look like a box. Maybe next time I will the photos before I leave the house. At least I felt pretty, even if I looked thick.<br />
I feel like I stand out a bit walking around town, but it's better then Chetty. I always felt out of place there when I dressed nice. <br />
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I went to order some flowers for a friend and I decided to not to my normal place (gut feeling). So I went in and there was a friend who I hadn't seen in ages. She was now working there, it was so lovely to catch up with. It felt like a divine appointment set up just to make me smile and lift me out of my horrible mood.<br />
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In your experience what is the best way to land a job? Or apply for jobs?<br />
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Thanks for reading!Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-20762229302332259182012-01-30T18:22:00.001-08:002012-01-30T18:22:45.649-08:00TransitionsWhoops.. I took a little unintended blogging break. It always happens that when I am trying to keep things under wraps I run out of bloggy fodder.<br />
Since January 4th I have: quit the pizza delivery job, packed up my belongings, moved back to Terrace, moved into my brothers suite, packed up his belongings (haven't quite got them moved into the attic yet) Unpacked and sorted through my mountains of clothes, played mom for two weeks, shoveled way too much snow, procrastinated finding a job, decided to move on with my life and grant Mr. Darcy a divorce, won and lost at Monopoly, Crib, Trivial Pursuit, Crazy Eight Countdown and Scrabble.<br />
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That about sums up my life for the past 26 days. So now that you are all caught up, how has life been for you?<br />
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I am going to attempt to comment more on blogs, but our internet connection is finicky at best. So for now I'm sitting at the library. <br />
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<br />Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-65820333793947204182012-01-04T22:55:00.000-08:002012-01-06T13:07:56.516-08:00fessing up about food n fears.<br />
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I bought a gym pass a few weeks ago, and have been working out regularly.<br />
It feels great, and the gym here in Chetty is lovely and huge. Plus I have been going in the sauna and then treading water for a few minutes to cool off and then finishing it all with a soak in the hot tub. Between that and cutting way back on how much food I'm consuming when I'm not hungry, I've managed to lose 8 lbs!!! Needless to say I'm very excited. I couldn't believe it when I stepped on the scale and I wasn't in the 140-150 range. </div>
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It's been an interesting journey. Making myself stop and think before chowing down on whatever was at hand when I became frustrated/irritated/bored/stressed.<br />
Also going into the pool and having to wear a bathing suit has helped changed my perspective on my body. For some reason I see myself as heavy. Not fat, but heavier then I want to be. But lately I've realized this is skewed. I may not be thin when I compare myself to my younger sisters, but I need to realized that my curves don't make me fat. That being said I did take my measurements recently, which was slightly depressing, because I was hoping for smaller numbers. But I am trying to take into account, that I haven't been taking proper care of my body, and it took time to get where I am, and it will take time to arrive at my goal.</div>
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While finishing my workout in the pool recently, I was digging deeper into my thoughts. I realized I am afraid of a few things. Normally I would tell you that I'm not afraid of anything. End of discussion. Which is true in the physical sense. I don't fear bad guys, wild animals, walking in the dark. or even death. But I do fear emotional things. </div>
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<li>Like making the wrong choice</li>
<li>Letting people down (Boss, parents, people in authority over me)</li>
<li>Losing my parents and siblings</li>
<li>That people may not like me, if they really knew me. (this one stems from suffering rejection and believing the lies I've been told about myself) </li>
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It was very freeing to admit this to myself. That they don't have to rule my life, because some of them are things I can't control and some are things I'm going to do either way and I can't live second guessing myself constantly.</div>
</div>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-58748895060673001752012-01-02T11:45:00.001-08:002012-01-02T11:45:22.646-08:00I promise a real post soon.<div><p>A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort in northern Alberta. The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife likes to read. One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a short nap. Although she isn't familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and continues to read her book. Along comes the game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside her and says,"Good morning, Ma'am, what are you doing?" "Reading my book," she replies, thinking isn't that obvious? "You're in a restricted fishing area," he informs her. "But officer, I'm not fishing. Can't you see that?" "Yes, but you have all the equipment. I'll have to take you in and write you up." "If you do that, I'll have to charge you with rape," says the woman. "But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden. "That's true, but you do have all the equipment." MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads.</p>
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<p> I had a plan all worked out for going home for Christmas. But through a series of events. I ended up agreeing to stay here and let my sister drive up. <br>
But of course she wants to spend time with the bf. So I decided to spend time in Dawson catching up with dear friends.<br>
Tomorrow has many possibilities.<br>
Being impulsive can be fun, more fun then doing what you should. (that is another blog post for later)<br>
Merry Christmas.</p>
</div>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com0Dawson Creek, Dawson Creek55.75421 -120.2341tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-88953771647309609662011-12-24T02:44:00.000-08:002011-12-24T02:44:41.422-08:00Jackie Evancho - I'll Be Home For ChristmasThis goes out to my family, who I tried to get home to see. But the circumstances didn't work out. So in my dreams.<div><iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uL1tg87n5xA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-24363133281111147342011-12-21T09:21:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:21:33.290-08:00The one where my car and I have adventures. The other night, while listening to the radio, the announcer Dave said they would play some music they haven't played in a while. My thoughts were " Finally" Because the song <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Solo_Cup" target="_blank">Red Solo Cup</a> had played one too many times for my liking. So I text-ed the radio station to say thank you (not while I was driving of course) Then I received a text back, which made me smile. A few minutes later I had another delivery, so I hopped in the car just in time to hear Dave mention a text they received from a listener named Darci. I was shocked. Needless to say it made my night. It's the little things in life.<div>
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A few nights later, I delivered a pizza to some guys playing poker and was invited into help eat the pizza and play. I declined "Saying that I would love to stay and play but that my boss wouldn't be happy about me quitting four hours earlier" A few hours later I had a delivery way out in the middle of nowhere, and I'm hunting for the address. I went up a steep winding driveway and realized it wasn't the house I was looking for. Instead of doing the smart thing, which would have been continue up the driveway and turn around, I proceeded to back down the driveway right into a ditch. For some reason I thought I needed to go left, when in reality if I would have kept the wheel straight for another few meters I would've been fine. In the end some friends pulled my car back on to the driveway. Thankfully there was no damage but because of the culvert behind my tires I couldn't go forward, and with the little bit of snow and incline I couldn't drive forward either. I felt just a little bit dumb. </div>
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So there I am standing in the lobby of an apartment building, playing with my phone waiting for the guy to come down and get his pizza and I hear the sound of snow crunching under car tires. I glance up to see my car slowly rolling towards the telephone pole. I put the pizza down and literally threw myself out the door, down the steps. Somehow I managed to get my car door open, and my foot on the brake. After taking a deep breath or two, I put it in first, started it up and drove back up to were I was originally parked. </div>
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About this time the customer comes into the lobby and saw the pizza (in it's warmer sitting on the floor) and me walking back up the stairs. He gives me a funny look, so I explained what happened and why I was a wee bit shaky. After reassuring him that I was fine, I left. </div>
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Two blonde moments in a week is about my limit. I don't think I can handle the stress of any more.</div>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-67254080367128368732011-12-19T14:03:00.000-08:002011-12-19T14:03:09.406-08:00silver streaks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Why do the 5 silver hairs I've found on my scalp mortify me? They make me want to color my hair. But I like my natural color. I am trying to embrace them. But they are very noticeable to me. I see them every time I am pulling my hair back in the mirror.<br />
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I like my hair in general when I take the time to do it. But I'm hitting that point again, where I want to do something funky.<br />
The last time this happened I ended up with <a href="http://darci-ann.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-took-leap.html">dreads</a>, which only lasted for 3 months, because I found they were too much work, and I wanted to find employment and was afraid of the first impression I would make. Which is silly now looking in retrospect because I didn't get a job until May 2011 which was cooking at camp and then I would've fit right in this year! (two girls had dreads put in at camp but ended taking them out after about 6 weeks-12 weeks) <br />
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This was also taken at the sunrise, but in B&W it looks haunting and eerie. (well at least it does to me)Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-51486424536046432672011-12-17T03:34:00.000-08:002011-12-18T00:07:27.561-08:00Eternal student<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I used to agree with Mr. Darcy that people who never quit going to school and changing majors and accumulating students loans are stupid people.<br />
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BUT now I only agree with the amount of debt accumulated. I really, really, really want to go back to school and since I haven't narrowed my choices down, I am self educating by reading books right now and trying to get into a better financial place. I hate having debt, especially since the only thing I have to show for it is life experience, and travel. I was raised smarter then that. But I made dumb choices.<br />
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Now I'm trying to make wise choices. One of them I made today was making sure to deposit all my cash into the bank, so I can't blow it at 7-11 on bad tasting Pumpkin spice lattes and M&M's. (because honestly other then food, I don't do any shopping in Chetty)<br />
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The second wise choice is to keep reading finance books and blogs like <a href="http://www.thesimpledollar.com/" target="_blank">The Simple Dollar</a>. I am almost finished "The five lesson a millionaire taught me for woman" by <a href="http://www.richardpaulevans.com/books" target="_blank">Richard Paul Evans.</a><br />
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It's easy to understand and only has five principles to apply and doesn't talk about BUDGETING. This has become almost a swear for me. I hate trying to figure out approx how much money I am going to make, and because I didn't have a local bank here for 6 months. Cash wasn't available to put into jars. So I'm going to give up on budgeting for a while and just track my expenditures and go from there to figure out how much I can cut back on my needless spending. <br />
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My job is bringing in decent money right now, but I'm thinking I would like to work a few more hours, so I may work at the Subway next door, or apply at one of the other places in town . I figure once I've made the 25 km drive I might as well work as many hours as I can. Because right now my free time is spent watching TV, wasting time on FB, knitting, reading or sleeping.<br />
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I really miss having family and close friends around a lot. To the point where it's no longer boredom that I'm suffering from but loneliness.<br />
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Which isn't a lot of fun, but I keep repeating to myself "This is only temporary, and for a time, and this too shall pass" Which helps me keep my living in the middle of nowhere in perspective. Some days I win, other days I don't.<br />
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Growing up my dad always left a tip and told me the word meant to "To Insure Prompt Service", but after reading the wiki page on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tip_(gratuity)" target="_blank">Tips</a>, I stand corrected.<br />
With my new job, I get tips. They can range from alright to really good. (although really good normally happens when there is an error)<br />
My highest tip so far is 21.00 on one order. Which was during a crazy busy night, and two gentlemen were arguing over who got the honor of paying the bill. So I solved it by splitting the bill for them, (which was about about $72 each) and they each gave me a tip. My second highest tip was my first night and I learned that wearing my dress coat and smelling good gets $15 tips. <br />
When the weather is nasty outside the tips tend to be higher, and possibly when I'm not wearing my glasses. (I am still experminting with this theory)<br />
When I am driving my own car I get paid per delivery also, so when I don't get a tip from the customer, my fuel is still covered. <br />
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This is an interesting read on <a href="http://thetyee.ca/Life/2004/08/16/TippingTrouble/" target="_blank">tipping</a>. <br />
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Thanks for reading!<br />Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-77879696024773139052011-12-02T14:43:00.001-08:002011-12-02T15:18:32.178-08:00Selling Stuff? I am debating the idea of an Etsy shop with myself. So I figured I would throw the idea out there for y'all to give me feedback on.<br />
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I've started reading the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/blog/en/2011/the-quick-start-guide-to-selling-on-et%20%20sy/" target="_blank">Quick-Start Guide</a>, and by the time I finish every post on there, I should be able to<strike> teach it </strike> have a profitable shop.<br />
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I've already decided that 10% of my profits would be donated to some charity as a way of tithing. Possibly sponsoring a child, or something along those lines.<br />
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The items I would sell, would be an item I can knit or crochet. I need, need, need to use up some of my yarn stash, so I can buy more!<br />
Right now my favorite thing to make is finger-less gloves, socks, animal toys, dish cloths. I am trying to expand my abilities, and learn how to do cables, and how to use my knitting machine. My dream is to make a sweater, a shawl, a blanket and some cute toque, glove, scarf matching sets.<br />
Maybe some day, I will even feature a quilt or two. If I ever get started :) I'm afraid to start, because it's an expensive addiction, and not one that is very transportable. On that note, last night a gentleman came into the store while I was on break, I was writing a letter, but I had a quilting magazine open in front of me, and he struck up a conversation with me. He told me his wife just passed away, and he has so much fabric, an expensive sewing machine and piles of magazines. He also compared it to a addiction, to which I replied at least it's a some what healthy one? At the end of the conversation he had offered to drop off some magazines for me! It was a very cool experience. But I couldn't help but grieve for him, to have lost his life partner a week earlier, although I have no idea the background on their relationship.<br />
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Must be getting myself ready for work. Till next time,<br />
Thanks for reading and commenting!Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-25879496117831256152011-12-01T11:23:00.001-08:002011-12-02T14:42:30.821-08:00Adjusting<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<span style="font-size: large;"> This is the first time I've lived all by myself in my whole life. (I did have my own "place for a month or two when I was 18, but my aunt lived in the next building) It is so strange. I am not lonely yet. But I find myself feeling bored. Which is akin to a swear in our family. You never utter it, because if you did, Mom always found work for you to do. So even to admit that I'm bored when I am not working feels strange. </span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"> I find I am filling my time with catching up on TV shows and knitting, chatting, wasting time on facebook games, reading and thinking about baking & quilting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I hate moving to a new place, because it feels like I just get all my baking supplies amassed and then I am moving and giving them away, or trying to use them up quickly. Lately I've been craving cookies, biscuits, cake, pie.. All the things I'm trying to avoid. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Which leads me to realize that I'm eating out of </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boredom" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">boredom</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> and or self medicating with food. I recently read a book called </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Women-Food-God-Unexpected-Everything/dp/1416543074" target="_blank">Women, Food & God</a></span><span style="font-size: large;">. </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*link is fixed, Thanks Ben! </span><span style="font-size: large;">It was very thought provoking and I don't agree with her ideas about God.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> It made me realized that I have a hard time sitting down and eating. I eat in the car, or while I at the computer, while I watch a show, or standing by the counter. I feel the need to be in a constant state of movement. So I am very slowly trying to break that habit so that I can stop eating when I am full, because right now I am compeletly missing the signals. The end result of that is weighing 147 lb at last weigh in. Which to me is really heavy, because I'm used to being somewhere around 127-135 and I'm tried of hearing but you look great. When I know that my chest and stomach are covered in more layers of fat then nesscessary. Part of my issues stem from not having the will power to work out, mostly because my emotional state is numb and I enjoy food and why can't I indulge in the one thiing that I lovee that won't leave me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> After camp was done (end of August) and everyone went home, Loren was still there with me. It was so lovely to have a roomie. We entertained one another, took trips into Chetty to visit the library and spend hours playing wheel of fortune together. I even had the motivation to cook, because I knew someone else would enjoy it. To be honest I HATE cooking, it feels like work. Although this summer when I was cooking as Head Cook and it was my job, I enjoyed it :P </span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"> I have this attitude about things that aren't work but feel like work to me. I avoid them like the plague. Thus the reason I shut my blog down for the summer. I enjoy writing but I didn't want the self inflicted preesure of having to post at least once a week. Now it no longer feels like work, but a way of communicating with all my long distances friends. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> So on that note I'm off to work out at the gym! </span><br />
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In the past nine months, I've moved to Northern BC. Worked at two different jobs, and dealt with a lot of stress. Traveled over 3,000 kms, and spent a lot of time debating where I am moving to next, and if I was even moving. So for now, I'm living at Camp Sagitawa. Working a few hours a week for the camp and delivering pizza in Chetwynd.<br />
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And this is my 397th post. But only my second post for 2011 :)Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-71698970826147825442011-02-08T12:14:00.000-08:002011-11-29T12:53:46.236-08:003 Year MarkI wrote this three years ago. Sadly it hold true again today.<br />
I'm in BC and he's on a bus to the East Coast with an offer of a job. Do I know what the future holds? No, but I love him dearly, and hurts like hell to have the other half of my heart so far away.<br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Shocked, frozen, melting down.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Numbness spreading. Anger trying to take over.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Realizing nope.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">That's only hurt. Not burying it.. Let it happen.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Must Grow, or wilt.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Not going backwards this time or ever again.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Fighting for what I want.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Believing my God is bigger then my fears.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Plan B?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Whoops out the window.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Wasn't right anyways.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Hanging by the threads called family.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">I will Survive.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">But I want you by my side.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Now and forever.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Please return my love to me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Safe and sound in your perfect timing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span></span>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-51996593245892446752010-12-31T12:43:00.000-08:002010-12-31T12:43:00.468-08:00Working backwards part 2So we arrived in Whistle Village and got Moriah and Caleb bundled off up the gondola, Aaron and I slushed around the interesting little shops, and attempted to find the natural playground. The weather varied between, rain, snow, and wet slop. Poor Aaron had forgotten his boots at home, so was wearing Caleb's runners, so he had to wet but warm feet. I thankfully had these lovely knee high boots that I received as a Christmas gift. The lovely info ladies directed us into the conference center, which had bouncy houses, and games set up. It was very awesome and totally free. Poor T was afraid of all the blow up stuff, I'm guessing mainly because of the number of larger and rougher children running around. So we entertained her for a while and she started to get sleepy so we trundled off, and she feel asleep in the stroller albeit without her boots. I know, Bad auntie.<br />
I bought a lot of chocolate and other expensive things that day, and we enjoyed Ice wine truffles from Rogers(which originated in Victoria, and is celebrating it's 125th anniversary)<br />
After about three hours, we got a message saying we are headed down the hill. An hour later after collecting chairs and sit skis we finally battle our way out into traffic. Sadly it was so stressful we decided to skip <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klJpt4t9Jjw">Fire & Ice.</a> Instead I took a nap and got ready to go dancing. Sadly when we finally found a bar that inhabited, the first one had 2 people standing at the bar talking to the bar tender, it was close to midnight, and the bars close at 1am, well at least they did on Sunday night. The only interesting thing was this dude named Chris who introduced himself to Caleb and then proceeded to hit on him. Caleb used us as distraction and turns out Chris was with his siblings too, so we danced half a song with them and then headed out, but before Chris left he decided to give me a hug, and it wasn't your 3 sec I don't know you.. it was longer.. almost uncomfortably long. I was like whatever, in the moment, but then when talking on the way home realized, Caleb had no idea who the guy was. It gave us all a good laugh.<br />
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<i>more to come because I need to stop pounding away on my keyboard.</i>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-71099872678835580832010-12-30T18:41:00.000-08:002010-12-30T18:41:00.560-08:00Let's all extend a warm welcome...My dear friend from home has started blogging.<br />
Let me introduce <a href="http://monstarsmom.blogspot.com/">Monstars Mom</a>!<br />
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</div><div>I spent my Christmas in Whistler!</div><div> To make it short, Caleb (the sit skiing brother) is living in the Athletes village and then traveling around the country and neighboring countries competing. So we rounded up all three siblings and the best friend and baby minion and packed a lot of food. </div><div> We arrived around 4 pm, should have been closer to noon. Aaron and I whipped up two lasagnas, one for the freezer and one for dinner. I thought about making potato soup, totally should have because I was too tired to the next night, and we ate lasagna again and debated about getting back out into the snowy awful roads. </div><div>But I'm getting ahead of myself. We had my fake wine and played games after dinner, had some good laughs and stayed up way too late. </div><div> Moriah and Caleb rolled out of bed, and I was texted asking why wasn't I making the blueberry pancakes, which didn't seem wholly fair to me, since I was to be babysitting and trying to amuse myself in Whistler instead of cruising down the hills. So I made them start cooking and I came down to finish. Oh the highlight of my sleep was not being bitten by a strange bug, and hearing the rain pound on the windows/roof.</div><div><br />
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</div>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-1590365810605927692010-12-29T18:14:00.000-08:002010-12-29T18:14:20.112-08:00Could've have.Because I'm procrastinating about actually writing a post or two about my holidays, I am going to supply you with photos I took during the 7 day challenge. Not all are 7 day challenge worthy, just interesting to me. A few were taken by my niece. <div><br />
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</div>Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007626347946043485.post-8803357647094981002010-12-25T00:43:00.003-08:002010-12-25T00:45:29.838-08:007 Days - Day 7<div style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25283382@N07/5289309207/" title="photo sharing"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5289309207_d28f01be9d_m.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br />
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Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/25283382@N07/">jadekitty</a></span></div>Today was a chill day, mostly trying to make a list of everything I would need for food. Because I'm spending Christmas in Whistler with two of my brothers and my best friend. We are hoping to get in some snowboarding, but we are in the middle of a storm. Mostly likely the one that was battering California. This is our only Christmas Decoration, neither of us was really into decorating but I packed this all the way from home this summer and was determined to enjoy it, and I have.<br />
Merry Christmas everyone!Darcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07992358684132346439noreply@blogger.com2