I'm cruisin' through Manitoba tomorrow and I am pretty durn excited about it. I love Manitoba. I don't see enough of Manitoba. And even though the places I'm going tomorrow are all places I've probably been to or driven through, I don't care. I am happy to go see them again. I am driving around with a coworker to see how their day is. We will probably be stopping in at a handful of teeny tiny towns with fabulous little restaurants and horrible burnt coffee. We will accumulate hours of small talk and shop talk and without question weather talk. We'll marvel at the landscape, inspect the landscape, grumble about the landscape and inevitably blame mother nature for the state of the landscape. I'm sure I'll go through my phases of being super wired and chatterboxy in the truck, then quietly observing in the truck, then barely staying awake in the truck, the pretending to listen in the truck, then hopefully back to buzzed and wide awake in the truck. I can sense that I will find a hidden gem tomorrow, perhaps the best BLT in Manitoba or maybe the best place to sit and stare under a tree. Either way, I'm out of the office, on the road and cruisin' through Manitoba tomorrow. And life is good.
So in the past, McK was all over getting her picture taken. She would pose, be patient, let me adjust her, adjust the camera, adjust the scene. She would smile, re-do whatever she had done that I might have missed, all the while happily checking out the final product. But now? I fear I have used up all her patience with me and my cameras. Her willingness to pose is minimal and I can get one or two out of her before she looks away, covers up, or moves around so much they're blurry. Me thinks "disgustingly rich supermodel" is not in her future.
So. I had a cold all last week. Sick like dog. And I didn't write one whiny post about it!! Not one! I remember seeing my old posts and realizing that when I'm sick, I whine about it and let the world know how sick I am. But not this time. I did not write about my illness, my sniffles, nothing. Ok so I actually didn't write a single post at all, but hey, semantics.
So today I had just about all I could take of trying to figure out a wee little two thousand dollar step in my budget misery and finally, after exhausting all avenues that I knew of, I went to go see Finance.
Finance is a funny gal. Very proper. Very focused. Not a great sense of humor but a nice personality. Heres the thing about Finance, or what I figured Finance to be. It likes an answer. It likes an answer that makes sense. It likes an answer that has a trail that can lead them back to the beginning of the question and its uniform and concise and has a definite conclusion that MAKES SENSE. My idea of Finance is that they need things to make sense.
So I took my issue to Finance. I was pretty certain I knew what I needed to know. I was pretty certain that I explained myself in a manner that made sense to Finance. So we looked here. We looked there. Finance pulled up screens that showed this and screens that showed that. But nothing that showed the dollar amount I was looking for. We found a dollar amount that was close. Close. Not the same. But close. And Finance figured that must have been it. I made her dig around and even though it clearly showed that the dollars she found went to someone, she said "chances are" that it was "probably" it. That she's "guessing" that thats the money that I'm looking for. And that I could "probably" code it there.
What happened to Finance being precise and correct and not being comfortable with maybe's and probably's and since when is guessing good enough??? I kept digging, finding myself dissatisfied with the maybe's and probably's and figured out where it was. And I let Finance know. And she was cool with that. Probably.
Today more than one person came to me with their stressful situations. I sometimes wonder if they come to me because I am open-minded, non-judgemental, easy going and able to assess a situation without adding to the stress. Or is it because I end my lengthy advice column with "and then call them all beyotches".
Sometimes I wonder if its a girl thing, this whole having a good memory schtick. And I don't mean remembering teensy weensy things versus hugely important things. I mean, in general.
Tonight I went to get us Subway for dinner. My instruction from Pat? "That new one from the commercial". Thats it. Thats what I had to go on. Yet I knew exactly what to get. Chipotle Southwest Steak and Cheese. And what does he have on it, you ask? I have that one down pat, regardless of the fact that he orders something different every time I go. Now heres the funny thing. Me? I always, ALWAYS, get turkey breast with the following: no cheese, tiny bit of mayo, lettuce, green pepper, onion and a dash of pepper. Its a small order, not entirely complicated, never wavering. But do you think I could simply say to Pat, "I'll have my usual" and get what I normally have? Oh hell no.
I can even simplify this one step further. Lets take Tim Hortons for example. I generally opt to "eat in" when we go if Pat's driving just to avoid the unavoidable stress that will come if he needs to place our order in the drive thru. You see, its complicated, this order of mine. Lately its been ok as I have been getting the exact same thing as him but a few months back? Stress. Pat would order himself an everything bagel, toasted with plain cream cheese. He had McK's order down pretty solid. Plain bagel, not toasted, plain cream cheese. Now heres where it gets really complicated. I would ask for an everything bagel, just like pats, toasted, just like pats, but with butter, no cream cheese. And that is where it went horribly wrong, time and time again. I can't count the number of times I would end up with cream cheese on my bagel, which I refuse to eat. (side note: cheese is not meant to be spreadable. Peanut butter, yes. Margarine, yes. Cheese, no. Cheese is meant to be in a big block of orange goodness. But I digress.)
So is it a female vs male thing? Am I just better at remembering than he is? I have our chinese food order tucked away up there, our pizza order safely stored, his chicken preferences (all ribs even if it costs more), I even have noted the new found love for Wendy's chili. So why then, is it so hard for him to remember medium TRIPLE TRIPLE. Ugh. Men.
So the Olympics are over. I came home from work and didn't have to fight with mck for the remote. I didn't have to park myself on the couch and cook supper looking over my shoulder so as not to miss anything. There were no highlights of the day of goodies I may have missed. There were no montages of our athletes winning and shining. There was nothing. And I am going through a little withdrawl.
I almost forgot what I did every evening pre Feb 12. I took mck shopping to get over it. It helped a little.
I wonder if I loved the Olympics as much as I did because they were in Canada. But I'm not sure thats it. I think no matter where we would have competed, we are always considered the underdogs. I was just really ready to cheer for Canada. Really ready. I liked the Opening Ceremonies, glitches and all. I liked the Closing Ceremonies, kitschy and all. I liked that we won the most gold medals, not only this year but in history. I liked it all. And I wish they were still on.
With all of the advances in technology and engineering etc going on constantly in the world, why on earth does it still make such a prehistoric racket when planes let down their landing gear? Guaranteed that first-time flyers shit their pants every time it happens. You'd think they'd have found a quieter, smoother mechanism by now. No? Just me?
I am not who I was, nor am I who I am going to be just yet. What used to consume me now only consumes me when I am out in it. What used to irritate me now serves to challenge me. What used to frighten me now becomes an opportunity. People change. Every day they become someone other than they were the day before. A continuous redesign.