Joy's 29 Today!

Here's me and Joy one of the few years we went trick or treating. My dad was a baptist minister, what can i say? I think the only person who can really understand my lack of halloween experience is Melody.

Happy Birthday Joy!! I love you!
Thanks for being my big sister...

try again

lesley's blog rules:
set of guidelines for content on this blog...

1. this blog will not be used as a weapon against others
2. certain life events will never be discussed on this site
3. no implusive/emotion-based rants about people in my life that will be inaccurate and/or untrue later are allowed
4. no crushes of the "here today, gone tomorrow" variety will be discussed


have you ever dreamt about someone and when you saw them later you felt as though they knew? or have you ever had someone looking at you really bizarrely and you can't figure out why?

that happened to me today... i think i know the reason, but at the same time i think "if it's what i think it is, that's really not a big deal. it doesn't merit that kind of cold-shoulderness".

but whatever, i'm sticking to my "some people are stupid. some people have mental problems" philosophy. its her problem. i have NO beef with NO man. wow! that's great!! i really don't have a beef with anyone!!!

yay! life is good...

i bought a book today with the gift card Nick Wolf Brown gave me. its called "Our Lady of the Lost and Found". i love reading. i love that that's only something i've discovered since the 'rust check' incident (oh no, i'm already breaking rule number 2).

ok, i'm gonna go pick up some sunflower seeds from my corner store that always gets robbed. then read my book. then go to my good friend rhonda's.

peace out

the people

last night i was babysitting joelle and caleb with my dad as my assistant. after they were both in bed, i fell asleep on the couch. this has happened the last two times i was on duty. actually, the first time i fell asleep with cabe in my arms. i think this's been happening due to the fact that my dad has control of the remote. last time he made me watch CFL football and a tv movie on the aborginal network of "The Lone Ranger". he's really huge into football. oh wow, it just dawned on me that i mananged to get through the whole queen's football season this year without being dragged to one of the games. i think he's finally caught on to the fact that I DIDN'T GO TO QUEEN'S and I'M NOT INTO FOOTBALL!!! anyways, i digress... last night it was news, news, news which was ok, but when i saw him change the channel to the aborginal network again i was out like a light. at one point i woke up with a start and said "dad, what time is it?" 10:30 "I have to go home!! I have to work tomorrow" Les, its saturday tomorrow "oh ok" then i rolled back over and fell asleep again.

when joy and tim returned home i was very groggy and not at my best. lets face it, i'm a bad napper. i tend to wake up angry. as i attempted to get up and fold the blanket, my family commented on the fact that i've lost weight. then tim said "you look very propotional". what a weird thing to say. i was too groggy at the time to question him on his choice of words. but let me tell you, any guys that may visit my blog - sometimes normal compliments are more appropriate. a classic "you look nice" or "you look good" is better than anything you can ab-lib.

today i went to the NeXt knitting group at Michelle's house. i stopped at s&r on the way to buy more wool but they were all out of my kind. ugh. so i thought i'd just do a filler project until my wool comes in. i bought some colourful wool and i started a scarf (that's the extent of my knitting ability). i think i might make a scarf for joelle (if her neck is big enough). so i got to Michelle's a half hour late (i should have aimed at 1:45) and with Melissa's help i started my new project. Joanna was teasing me that my scarves are really "fashion scarves" since they're so thin then don't provide any warmth. i guess that's true. she has a valid point there. although i prefer to think of them as "sweet november" scarves. i remember how charlize theron wore all these really thin scarves around here neck in that movie and she just looked so beautiful. i tried that once but i gag easily. i've realized the key is really thin scarves. ;)

one final comment before i go...
why is it because i'm single do people always try and set with guys i wouldn't be interested in?
single does not equal desperate!

Joelle

This is my niece Joelle on the day Caleb was born.
My mom got her dressed that morning because Joy was at the hospital and her dress was a little too small.
She's so great. I'm a very proud aunt. Although, Joelle just calls me "Lesley".

elizabethtown

there are 2 things i've been told this week about myself:
1. i go thru vingar quicker than the average person
2. i'm unusually ballsy

it wasn't hard for me to come to terms with either of those comments.

the truth is, i think being gutsy and driven is really the only way to go. its the only way anything gets accomplished. so what if it doesn't always achieve the results i had hoped for. at least i'm living. what is life if not a series of events? sometimes we have to make those events happen, other times we have to wait and let those events happen to us. what am I rambling on about? i'm not quite sure...

so the other day Knickers gave me a talk about being late for work. and suggested i start at 8:15 instead of 8. i told her i'd think about it and get back to her. i concluded that it didn't matter what time i started; 8:30, 10:00, 12:00, or 5:00; i'd always be right on the dot or 5 or 10 minutes late. that's how i work. so in the end i decided i'd start work at 7:45 in hopes that might trick my brain into getting me there before 8. which is a good thing because today i was running late and if i wasn't aiming to be there for 7:45 i would have been really late (since I got there at 8), which was particularly important today since his highness Wolfgang Toelsner was at our site today for a tour of our test facility. And did i get to go on the tour and ride on the little train? no. and as irony would have it Frank got to go twice this week and he hates going on the trains because he's done it about 50 times.

i saw a man wearing a poncho today. it was really bizarre.
also a man who looked a lot like elvis yelled at me in an undisclosed store yesterday.

i don't know. i have a lot on my mind these days. i feel a little restless, I think i've lost my focus of trying to be content in all circumstances. i saw Elizabethtown with Melissa and Beckie on saturday. one of the characters in the movie had a saying that goes "if it wasn't this, it would be something else". i think that's sooo true. that's how i feel about Knickers. if i wasn't chronically late, she'd have a different complaint about me.

i don't care. i'm not a people pleaser.
i'm not motivated out of a need to have others approval.

too impulsive strikes again?

why oh why have i given in to the blogging craze. i hate blogs. actually that's not true, i just hate the idea of my own blog. i cringe at the thought of this blog. mostly because i don't think i know enough people who would actually visit my blog.

so, melinda, you're probably wondering "why did you give in?" hahaha, ok, there is a small possibility that someone other than melinda might actually view my blog, but probably not for a while. so in the mean time let me give a shout out to my lova melinda down the hall. now stop talking to me through my closed door while I write to you...

well tonight i was in a&p buying sweet potatoes, thinking about how i think "yams" is a really dumb word, and realized i felt a need to share that with someone. oh and the fact that i decided to go to a&p after leaving the Y instead of loblaws eventhough it was on way home because a&p is smaller and i wouldn't have to walk as far around the store in my big tall brown boots.

now usually this is something i'd share with my pal scott. but now that scott has ditched me for some bizarre and still unclear reason, i find myself at loose ends. so so-long scott and hello blogger.

i guess that's it for today. not to shabby of a start.