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Wine and Love

Started by the lovely Nora of Walking with Nora, here is my Wine and Love post for the week.

Things that have me reaching for the wine this week:

  • My productivity level – I have become way to easily distracted this week and my productivity level has taken a serious hit. This needs to stop. Apparently I’ve become a person who requires immediate deadlines to be productive. I need to work on this.
  • The fact that I don’t have a dishwasher – this doesn’t usually bother me, but this week, doing dishes has been the bane of my existence.
  • My car is dying. Not only that, Matt’s car is also dying, albeit more slowly. Word on the street is that cars are expensive. Ugh.
  • Blogging – I’m still struggling to get into the groove of this whole blogging thing. Hopefully I’ll find my way back again.

Things that I love this week:

  • Water for Elephants with friends – this movie is so sweet and definitely worth a trip to the theatre.
  • Animals with Stuffed Animals – this site is amazing and a big part of my declining productivity levels.
  • My sister is coming home TOMORROW – you may not realize how exciting this is if you don’t realize that for the past 6 (I think) years she has lived in the Caribbean and now she’s moving home! I’m pumped!
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Wine and Love

The lovely Nora over at Walking with Nora has an awesome Thursday feature called Wine and Love. I decided to jump on board this bandwagon of awesome and join the fun.

Reasons I’m reaching for the wine bottle this week:

  • I’m beginning to develop an ear infection. It’s not full-blown yet and it’s starting to get better but it still hurts A LOT. I was under the impression that only 6 year olds got ear infections. I was wrong. Also, when you’re an adult with an ear infection, it is no longer socially acceptable to stamp your feet and whine “but it huuuuurts.” (for the record, it huuuuurts).
  • The weather. I work for a farm organization and when it does nothing but rain for days on end in the planting season, farmers aren’t happy. When farmers aren’t happy, I reach for the wine.

Reasons I’m smiling and loving life this week:

  • I found someone who is willing to go see Scream 4 with me. I have such fond (and terrifying) memories of watching the original movies camped out in sleeping bags in the friend’s living room whose parents didn’t care if we watched R movies that I can’t resist this movie for nostalgia sake. Also, who doesn’t like being scared (oh, apparently a lot of people).
  • I’m reading a great book that is slightly more refined than the trash I usually read. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some trash (well hello, sexy vampire), but it’s nice to know that I haven’t become a complete heathen.
  • I started watching Firefly and it’s awesome! Who can resist cowboys in space? (oh, apparently lots of people, people that aren’t me).
  • My sister is moving home from the Caribbean in a week! I’m excited she’ll finally be living in Canada for longer than 2 weeks!
  • This is my second post this week! It’s too soon to say I’m back in the blogging swing of things, but this is definitely a good step!

It sneaks up on you

I have a problem.

Actually, I have many problems, but today we’ll just discuss the one. No need to overwhelm you with my inability to maintain a filing system or my ADD when it comes to my desktop wallpaper.

Nope, today, let’s tackle my inability to draw the line between ironic* love and real love.

As someone who enjoys humourous things (are there people out there who don’t?), I especially enjoy loving things ironically. It usually starts small with me jokingly using a funny word or me jokingly confessing my undying love for something weird. But, then it builds. And it builds. And it build some more until BAM! one day I full on actually love something totally embarrassing/inappropriate/lame/ridiculous/all of the above.

So here are some examples:

I used to HATE when people called each other baby. I made this hatred well known and I scoffed at anyone that used that word when not referring to an ACTUAL infant. In fact, I often used to tell people that “the only person that I would ever allow call me baby is Patrick Swayze because ‘no one puts Baby in a corner.'”

This hatred of the word made it all the more funny when I would jokingly call Matt baby. I knew it bugged him and I thought it was funny and it wasn’t a big deal until 2 years went by and now it’s a THING. As in, I actually use that word as a term of endearment. It’s not a joke anymore, it’s something that naturally comes out of my mouth when I talk to Matt (albeit, never in public because I still have some standards).

In a similar example, I started saying OMG as a joke because I thought it was absolutely ridiculous that people would actually say that. Now, it’s a THING that I say, often. I can no longer claim that I’m using it as a joke, we’re past that.

Or, how about the time when I ironically started liking Ke$ha. I thought she was the most ridiculous artist out there and I was dead certain she wouldn’t be any more than a one hit wonder. This certainty allowed me to drop my guard and embrace her insanely catchy single while still maintaining my integrity by laughing at the fact that THERE IS A DOLLAR SIGN IN HER NAME!

But, then she wasn’t a one hit wonder and she released ANOTHER catchy track. I had no problem bopping along in my car and getting my dance on to that second single. I still made fun of her $ and I saw past the glitter facade to recognize that she mostly clothed herself in garbage.

By the third single, I recognized that I should probably be ashamed of my poor taste in music and I tempered my listening enjoyment of her music by quickly switching over to something more acceptable like Arcade Fire or Mumford & Sons.

But now, there is no going back. I am a FULL ON Ke$ha fan and I can’t hide it anymore. It started as a joke and it happened by accident, but it is now the truth and I must embrace it. I LOVE the glitter, I LOVE the unicorns, I eagerly read all the latest gossip about her and once I even watched a YouTube video of a concert of hers (she has cannons that shoot glitter!). I still recognize that she’s probably not the most talented artist out there, but I can no longer deny that talent isn’t all that important when you’re covered in glitter and pumping out an awesome beat.

I won’t blame you if you judge me for these indiscretions. Just beware that this sort of thing can happen to anyone. Don’t let what has happened to me happen to you. Or, do let it happen because honestly, that music video with James VanDerBeek in it is AMAZING!

*I fully realize I am probably misusing the word ironic. Ever since Alanis messed with my head I’ve lost my grasp of the appropriate use of that word and I’m too lazy to look it up right now and confirm its proper use.

When old meets new

Yesterday I had a wonderful time with two friends. One new. One old (not old as in elderly, but old as in we’ve known each other for a long time).

Neither friend had met the other before and I don’t know about you, but these types of situations always make me nervous. These are the thoughts that run through my head:

What if my old friend doesn’t like my new friend. What if she thinks I’ve changed and am now hanging out with weirdos? –For the record, my new friend is not a weirdo…most days.

What if my new friend thinks my old friend is a weirdo? What if my old friend tells an embarrassing story about me and my new friend thinks said embarrassing story is a dealbreaker and because of that we can no longer be friends?

What if they hate each other? Is it possible for two people that I like a lot to hate each other?

What if I look funny?

FYI: That last thought is something that runs through my head prior to most social engagements, it’s not limited to the new friend-old friend scenario.

Fortunately, new friend and old friend got along swimmingly and we all had a wonderful time (the boyfriend, included) ogling Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law in Sherlock Holmes.

Aside from the fun times, this occasion also reminded me of another time in my life. You see, my old friend and I were able to regale my new friend with stories of our past. The past that we share happens to revolve around one place: sleep-away summer camp. This old friend and I used to attend and work at a summer camp for years together and we have lots of great stories.

Not only was I able to take a trip down memory lane with an old friend, but I was also able to entertain my new friend with ridiculous stories of  dressing up as dragons, being chased by vans dressed up as boulders (indeed it is true that vehicles can dress up), children who were glorious angels and, more commonly, children who were absolute brats, bed-peeing, shoeless brats who ask entertaining questions like: “why do some girls wear shirts that show their boob-cracks?”

You can’t beat that.

This old friend may, or may not, reside Down the Rabbit Hole.

Someone please explain this

I realize that I am WAAAAY behind the times here. In fact, it sort of feels like I just discovered this new fandangled company called Apple or that I just found out about this amazing website on the internets called Facebook.

But, I’m going to write this post anyway. Partially because it gives me something to write about and mostly because I’m perplexed.

I watched Twilight (the first movie) on the flight from Toronto to Vancouver. I picked it because I knew it was never anything I would go out to rent or make an effort to see any other way, but I was still sort of intrigued.

I mean, this movie (and the book it’s based on) has launched a global craze that has prompted mothers of tweens to ask the stars (or just one in particular) if he’ll wait while she removes her panties so he can sign them, all the while her impressionable, young daughter looks on.

Who wouldn’t be intrigued by something that could cause grown women to lose all sense of decency and pride?

So, I watched it and here is what I thought (I don’t want to call it a review, that seems too formal and puts too much pressure on me):

On the face of it, it’s a bad movie (Dear Twi-Hards, please don’t hunt me down). It’s not a really great story. It’s a really predictable story: girl moves to new town, meets boy, boy’s mean to her, she falls in love, he’s a monster but wants so bad not to be and then there’s a big fight, the end.

It’s also got way too many emotion-evoking music montages of boring shots of Bella and Edward doing nothing. Come on, film-makers, if the last 5 min montage doesn’t advance the plot, consider cutting it down to a 2 min montage.

But, despite all this, I was kind of dragged in by in. I can’t figure out what it was, but I was drawn in and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the bad montages and that emotion-evoking music, it evoked emotion.

I’m not that surprised by these findings. It’s common knowledge (well, not that common, but sort-of-kind-of common) that I am a sucker for vampires (BAH! Punny!). I was drawn in around Grade 7 with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and  my friend Erin re-ignited by love of the creatures of the night through True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse novels. So, I’m not all that removed from the Twi-hards.

But, there is one thing that I just cannot get over. I can get past the bland plot, the over-the-top music selections and the PG teenage love story. But I cannot wrap my head around this one:

If you were trying to prove to someone that you are a dangerous and vicious creature that should be feared and avoided, would you really bring them to the top of a mountain, step into a pool of light and reveal to them that you are SPARKLY!

WTF! How does Sparkle = Dangerous Monster!

Someone please explain this to me.


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I'm Claire. I like to write about ridiculous things.

I love chocolate but don't think cheese and cake belong together.

I often wish it was socially acceptable to wear glitter before 10pm.

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