I was recently given shit about having let my blog pass away in the night (though I personally blame my decision to write 30 posts in 30 days and then be surprised that they were not exactly popular. Turns out my day-to-day life is EXTREMELY boring when I’m forced to behave myself.) So I figured I’d pop back on and see what’s up.
So… what’s up? Well, Mr. Grumpiface and I are back on our diet/exercise regimes again after it all crashed & burned after the Elder Brother Grumpiface came out from I-Can’t-Believe-People-Live-There, Saskatchewan for a visit that involved a disc golf tournament, copious amounts of pizza, sugar, munchies and strange men sleeping in my house. I also went to a Whitecaps game as part of a work party thing (one of our brokers bailed last minute) so I got to spend the time trying to figure out what was happening, and eventually resigning myself to being surprised by the ending. I am not a sports person.
Moving on. July was hot and uncomfortable, and became September (August happened but was not particularly notable) and then we had September birthdays, diets not really being a thing. Also, my company took over a bigger office space, so I have a corner office at the back, and I love it. It’s wonderful. Oh! August through October was not particularly noteworthy because I was working on a special project that I didn’t really want to do so I spent a lot of time trying to get everything done with the special project and my existing responsibilities without, you know, crashing and burning professionally… and so diet/exercise were significantly downgraded in importance. I was supposed to start again after it was done, so I joined a gym near the office so I can just go downtown, work out, shower at the gym or use the showers in our building, and then go straight to work, or go after work. I found going after work problematic because I was getting home so late, but going in the morning was problematic from having to get up so early.
Anyway. Competed in office Halloween contest, did not win but got an honourable mention for the scary makeup job. Spent Halloween evening eating candy and watching The Crow, Mr. Grumpiface’s Halloween movie pick, and then The Craft, which I wanted to watch. It was fun. November happened and DUDE, I WAS FRONT AND CENTER AT THE HEADSTONES CONCERT AND HUGH DILLON WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND KEPT LEANING OVER ME THE WHOLE CONCERT, IT WAS THE BEST THING EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! And ever since then, I have reinvigorated my fangirlling on Hugh Dillon by watching X Company, which is a very good show about Canadian spies in WWII, and rewatching Flashpoint again because he’s soooooooooooo amaaaaaaaazzing!!!!
And then the office Christmas party was the end of November, and it was fun (the next day was decidedly not) and then I had a week of holidays before Christmas, and I got my first ever breast exam, when my doctor told me I had a lump on my breast and it scared the shit out of me for the remainder of the holidays until I could get in to get an ultrasound on it. It’s literally nothing. It’s just normal breast tissue. Thanks, doc. But I met Mr. Grumpiface’s boss and colleagues and am confident in saying that they like me better than him. Had Christmas, it was nice, but my brother couldn’t make it down and that was less nice, but the Grumpiface family – sans Monsieur Grumpiface the Younger, since he ended up stuck in the hell-hole that is Calgary for Christmas day because of vehicle issues and the lunacy of being in Calgary to begin with – came out for Christmas dinner since we always make too much food so that we can have leftovers.
So then New Years, we went to a friend’s place and had champagne at midnight and had a good time with our friends that we don’t see enough. Then the new year started and we started to cut back on sugar and salt, and try to eat healthy. I was reminded of how important this was because in one week, I had 3 different people ask me if I was pregnant, and by the third one I was like “NO! Jesus Fuck, I just got fat, okay?” In case you’re wondering, this is not an appropriate thing to ask someone, especially if they are a) sensitive about their weight b) not sure if they even want kids because kids are gross and c) not enthusiastic about having their personal worth diminished to being an incubator. Oh, and d) it’s none of your fucking business, unless you want people to ask you about your reproductive organs. One of the askers knew I was going for an ultrasound so I can kind of forgive that, but honestly. Not cool, bro. Anyway, then Mr. Grumpiface’s birthday happened so we ate junk food all weekend again and are starting from scratch… again.
Anyway. Let’s get on with it. *Sigh*