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Oct - Dec 2009


SEPT 2009

just a few words
just a = \few seconds
just an old song
just another sunny saturday in september
just a new backup device
just a hungry =poot
just another birthday party
just another september
just a few =more months
just a job
just in time
just a whole lot of music, = timewarping me into the seventies
just a kitchen
just thirty-thousand dollars
just enough
just alot of stuff....









july = 23
fewer and further between, special days but they still come around.
tonight amidst old friends and old parents, we ate keylime pie.
there's = not much that causes me to truly celebrate the small things. not much = that enduces me to fanfare.
his birthday is one of th e last of those things.
odd, really odd, = or, inspired by that video i watched to day? she wished she could hear = his farts again after he was gone.
will i wish that, i only pray i will...

and we told stories of the old days.
that night in december 1980 = for example.
satellite radio plays songs that make us, force us, = to reminisce, about cake in typewriters that belong to church = ladies.

i could remember the smell of that pigskin coat, and the snowflakes = the size of pancakes. we walked along dunver street. he said "and i wore = it"
and what could i do, but embrace him, repeating, "you wore it"
a = magical moment.



it was a soft moment. a moment i'll remember for a long = time.

then she and i went to bed and tonight's story was about droppy the = raindrop, who after falling his long journey from the sky, landed on a = coccinelle, splitting into


a thousand smaller drops, and eventually ending up flowing down the = street and into the ocean with the albatros and seagulls.
maybe i = should write children's books. these stories come naturally. and most = childrens' books are so poorly written.






april 24 vendredi
note de conduite:1

generational differences - = amazing what a few years difference can bring / are you a modern day = version of your parents /

she likes sesame street books because they're not based in reality

summary of the interest rate caps

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2009/04/0082450


april 9

you know you're working hard when you = know the date straight away.


so i'm working hard and = that's when the boss asks me what i find challenging. he knows that we all = came there for something challenging, himself included.(and perhaps sebastien = is not finding it challenging enough so he's asking me to make sure i'm = engaged).


i think about it often, i've thought about it lately, and perhaps my = answer (i have just realized at this very nanosecond) is the only = answer.

a challenge is something where i'm faced with a situation where the = outcome is unknown. anything else doesn't require enough adrenaline to = pump me.
staring down a room of 15 black suits on a mission is a challenge.


pg put it another way. he has some valuable insight. know why? = because people and their motivations drive him. that explains alot. personally i = just thought he was a bit anal. he says it's because i'm the kind of = person who is more driven by the detail than the big picture. he took my communication as an example. it's not a bad thing he said, our vp = is the same. this is interesting - and equivalent to my description of = the difference between a hands on project manager and one who doesn't = do any real work and just talks incessantly.


so what was the other thing i was thinking yesterday morning as i = turned up cote des neiges that i wanted to write down. darn. i forget what = it was. i'm sure it will come to me again though because it was one of = those revelations you inevitably have as you get old. lol.


well nothing but the facts m'am this morning, sorry. it's been that = kind of week.


happy passover
happy easter


happy work.




march 15

i am a hedonist.
i loathe mediocrity
status quo=3Ddeath



where do i go from here




march 14


shiny = nails and ringing ears, click click click, ring ring ring,
here i = am.
no gazette leaves poot and her coffee staring into this place =
early on a saturday after many peaceful dreams.


a bad chinese lunch leaves a good taste in my mouth;
no need for optomistic comparisons...
if something appears to good to be = true, indeed.



words come short halfway thru the international jazz mug
giraffes = dance on the tv tube
poots and boots contemplate modernizing this = space
is about all there is to say about it
and let's not forget the = incessant whining on my left

that will change in time


no magic here
life should suffice












<= /BIG>

february 6

poots = rushes here on friday to slowly sip this mug of joe
he survived another = round of urban battle as we know it;
she, moving rank in her own = right
while ella and ruby frantically look for dried shrimp flakes

finally, a night of real sleep; here i am, no proof needed...


february creeps along inching in it's short way towards our sunbound 7 days..


no word from Simon since the 250th anniversary - where are you , my love?


what other space do i behold now; advising; it's been a = while;
upholding; finally, someone who needs it; and surviving, this week of over-adrenaline,
waking at 5, exhausted by 2. but mostly = holding my head up high, very high. i'm the girl
who's been around the = block; i'm the girl who won't be intimidated; i'm even the girl who knows how = to write proper english ;-)
tee hee.


and so. the little one, like us, needs a 'real' vacation. it's been a = while. let's ooze in the pre-vacation haze;
let's be thankful for the = pre-ooze and the post pre-ooze;
and little feet are coming down the = stairs now...


february 1

it is = still winter and blankets of blankets turn the dirty city into a = quieter,whiter,

northern place


but it is the winter of my content.


aside from the invisible cursor giving me a cluster headache;


morning comes, i awake, and i rise, slightly more puposeful.
am i = making it all up? only time will tell. for now, i'll wait for thombrown to = leave, i'll take that office with pride,
and i'll lead, goshdarn, i'll = lead.

magazines with his beautiful face adorning covers, adorn my table in the = earliesh hours of a sunday, a snowy sunday, while the family sleeps = upstairs. baseboards sing the praises of hydro electricity, as they hum at 3 = bars to keep us warm during this coldest of winters. as i've said many = many times, winter now has rocked us. and there's nothing to do but embrace, = and wait:


winter now has rocked us to sleep.
comfortable in boots,
beers on the balcony are = neither behind us nor coming.
once a harsh trap, a cave;
winter now = embraces me.

unable to frighten me now, i'll pay those bills
my = lover's eyes see what i cannot
in the winter, we have time for more
yet = we slouch, we couch,
and the the coffee but warms our souls.



oh yes the bills are paid;  the driveway cleared; and the = neighbours back from Africa.
the laundry never gets finished since 2002, = july, but we live with the new  laundry order for the sake of an = angel.
the yawns of a cabernet-doused evening,
the room lightens up, = slightly, as the potato begins to rise over the thick eastern cloud = cover,
and little poots starts to think of which useful thing she needs to do = next.


perhaps an upgrade will bring the cursor back.






do YOU have 'Australian Sunrise' installed?


January 20 2009

it's a = new world today.


the speech didn't blow my socks off, and was actually downright = depressing, but i guess he had to set the stage. no point waxing poetic (that = wasn't so hot either) when there ain't much poetry around. luckily the = preacher man had us laughing at the end. personally i also think that he = didn't want to get too sappy, or try to overthrow any famous historic = speeches. let's face it, although he is indeed the modern day messaih, he = still hasn't done anything yet.




cooincidentally, we're heading to the bahamas in february, and the little one keeps = calling Obama 'bahama' tee hee










 

 

 

 

 

 

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