Simple Splendor

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Who am I kidding? I'm not a photographer.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Last night, Marko and I decided to stop at Sobey's to visit Kate, who can't wrap flowers even though she works in the flower department. And seems to spend 80% of her shift answering the phone, and the other 20% being told to get back to work. At least that's how it seemed while we were there.

Originally uploaded by mangophreek.

Originally uploaded by mangophreek.

But then she actually had to do some work, so we roamed around the store a little.

Originally uploaded by mangophreek.

And we took many a silly picture -- more of which can be found somewhere in Marko's photostream.

This rather juvenile, but enjoyable, behavior was followed by a delicious dinner at Symposium.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Work was long. So very long.

There were, however, some pretty cool people that made my day bearable. Like the man that called me "darling" and the one who stopped to hold the dust-pan while I swept.

Oh. And that guy on the bus who yelled through an entire phone conversation. He was so loud that everyone on the bus knew that his girlfriend called to tell him that she knew he wasn't where he said he was going to be. But I assure you, he stuck to his story and insisted that he was on his way back from a buddy's place where they had been fixing a brake line. And he didn't care what she had heard from her friends because he was telling the truth. And then, after noticing everyone on the bus was looking at him, he put his cell on speaker phone. Not only could we hear him, but we could hear her too.

But now, the novelty of the bus ride home has worn off and my feet are throbbing. To reward myself for a hard day of work, I'm going out to dinner with Marko.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Today was my grandma's birthday and we went up to spend the day with her and some family. It was a really nice day and she put on a fantastic spread of food (as usual).

When my cousin's fiance brought up the topic of hairdressers and her need to find a salon for the wedding, my grandad told us a story about his childhood. When he was a teenager, the price for a haircut went up from 6p to a shilling. His father, who was mostly bald, refused to pay an entire shilling for two minutes in the barber's chair. So, while in town one morning, my great-grandfather decided to buy a hair-clipper he had seen in a shop window. He brought it home and convinced my reluctant grandfather to trim his hair for him. He insisted that it wasn't difficult and that, with such little hair, there was no way to mess it up. That's when my grandad accidentally nicked his ear - a whole chunk of flesh! As one would assume, there was plenty of blood and even more foul language. After that, my great-grandfather never once complained about the price of a haircut.

With 80 years worth of experiences, what memories has he kept and which ones has he just let go of? I know I'll never be able to recall everything, but what will I be telling my grandchildren?

Saturday, April 08, 2006

I just got home from the market. The nicer the weather gets, the earlier we should go. It was so crowded and my mother had some old, foreign woman poke her and yell at her in, what my brother and I could only assume was, another language. My mother still swears she was saying "Will someone move for me? Someone move for me!!"

Either way, we saved a bundle and everything is nice and fresh and delicious.

Last night I went to see The Benchwarmers with Abbie and Dave. It was, to my surprise, a pretty funny movie. Mind you, I'm not sure what was funnier - the movie, Abbie's giggling, or the reaction of everyone sitting around us to Abbie's giggling.

My mother: "What night were you there? Decent Guy night? I think I must have been there Slutty Hoe and Creepy Old Guy night!"

Friday, April 07, 2006

That 250 year old tortoise was an inspiration to us all.

I went out with The Chief (aka Marko) last night. We stopped at Sobeys, picked up some Ben and Jerry's, and headed over to the park. I'm so glad we had a chance to sit down and really talk. Lately it's been a lot of the "So how's school?" kind of chats. But last night we got the chance to really talk!

In the hour and a half we spent together we covered philosophy, insecurity (not just our own), the simplicity of things that we complicate so easily, old friends, new ones... you name it! Oh - and the hotness of domesticating the office.

And he told me to rejuvenate my blog. I'm not sure why I didn't do it sooner. I always seem to be happier when I'm writing regularly.

Marko, darling, I miss you to bits. Whenever you're in town, you need to come see me.

Originally uploaded by mangophreek.