Thursday July 3, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 12:53 PM ADT
I’m still in this wonderful phase of figuring out exactly what I want to be when I grow up…. The problem is the years will keep going, and my body will age before my head can catch up on this process. Not necessarily a bad thing, it would just be nice to have some direction in life – and that’s something I definitely need help with.
One thing is for sure – professional bowler can be crossed off that list. Here’s the past where I am extremely positive: with a lot of practice, consistent playing and the right equipment, I could actually become good at this game. Here’s the reality: it’s not happening. I am not terrible; I do manage to knock some pins down.
I’m just not that into it.
It’s a fun thing to do with a group of people – and the bigger the group, the cheaper the activity. Other than that, bowling just doesn’t cut it.
Tuesday June 24, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 11:22 AM ADT
I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason (did I ever pick a blog title that could sum up this story really well). One door closes, another one opens… we’ve all heard these different sayings at one point or another – mostly at the door closing portion of the event.
I ask the following: is it a coincidence that the iphone will be available in Canada shortly before my birthday??? I know some will say coincidence, but I believe it was meant to be. (Mom and Dad, are you paying close attention?)
I’ve been secretly drooling for this piece of gadgetry for a while and the days are not going by quickly enough until July 11th. Until then, I have to keep my fingers crossed that A. demand won’t surpass inventory, and, B. someone is actually reading this and going, oh, that’s what she wants for her birthday – I guess I need to go shopping on the 11th…..
Thursday June 19, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 3:45 PM ADT
I have been trying for the past few days to come up with something, anything to write about and post on this site. I have managed to consistently ramble on about noting and draw blanks at searching for topics. I’d like to call this writer’s mountain; “block” doesn’t exactly cover it for me.
So here it is… my post about nothing. I doubt it will have the same amount of popularity as Seinfeld and their show about nothing.
Summer has just begun, the sun is just starting to come out after a few days of rain, and I brain has decided to leave the building for an undetermined amount of time. I just wish my brain would have given notice to the rest of me, as I would have enjoyed a vacation. It’s not all that convenient trying to work efficiently when the brain is indisposed.
My only hope is that tomorrow is Friday.
Monday June 9, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 4:00 PM ADT
Like a scene out of a movie, I stand outside and all the mosquitoes flock to me. Nothing has to be said or done. They just know they have to come to me. However, unlike in the movies, I do not get the fun-filled task of controlling them. They flock to the Queen of the mosquitoes for a mutiny. I don’t even know what I did wrong to deserve this dreadful mutiny.
I was standing outside this morning waiting for my chariot (i.e. the bus) and I couldn’t believe the amount of mosquitoes just looking for a patch of bare skin to have their breakfasts. I counted ten, but it definitely felt like more were buzzing around. To make matters worse, I probably looked like quite the fool flailing my arms around to get them off of me. They probably were cheering for my imaginary friend to win the fight; my technique was just not there.
Yes, the nice weather has only started, and I am not about to start complaining about it. I love the nice weather; I love that I will actually get some color and no longer will be a pasty white person. (Note that although I do not want to be pasty white, I also don’t want to be leathery brown. It would be a scary experience to look in the mirror and not know where my purse ends and my skin begins.)
Let’s get back to my kingdom. In this recent stretch of lovely weather, I have managed to enjoy the beauty of summer, and not enjoy the rest. Although to say I was covered in bites would be a slight exaggeration, I did seem to accumulate a lot in a short period of time. My once comfortable clothes are now not so conformable because they remind me I have itchy bug bites. My lovely summer sandals I was so looking forward to wear hurt me because they rub on the bites.
So if you see a girl standing by a bus stop in the morning flailing her arms around, she is not crazy. It’s just self-defense.
Friday June 6, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 11:22 AM ADT
It is no rare circumstance when a medium of the media offends some of their users. Usually I am not one of those people – but that changed.
I don’t know how to say this without being brutally honest, and possibly insulting some people along the way.
As the world knows by now, the Penguins lost the Stanley Cup to the Red Wings. Well according to a big broadcast television station, this caused Maritime Heartbreak. Being thorough broadcasters, they then went on to show the heartbreak by interviewing a child who didn’t look older than seven years old.
This is normally wording from a story I would have taken with a grain of salt and brushed off with no further after thought. I just can’t brush this one off without voicing my own opinion. Being a fan of hockey and even for those who are not, this insulted me.
How can a broadcaster use the term Maritime Heartbreak because Sid the Kid lost the Stanley Cup this year, after the tragic passing of a Luc Bourdon? There was a lack of consideration by the part of this broadcaster to all the people who knew, and are grieving this lost. This being so fresh for so many people, losing the 2008 Stanley Cup shouldn’t come near heartbreak in comparison.
Tuesday June 3, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:14 AM ADT
After this long harsh winter and equally difficult spring, we can finally be happy; summer is on its way. The beautiful sunshine, trips to beach and exquisite BBQ cuisine. Summer isn’t my personal favorite season, but I can’t help but like it no matter how hot it gets outside.
Yes it has its downsides: my hair will be frizzy beyond belief, there will be many sleepless nights because it is just too hot outside, and my personal favorite, the comeback with a vengeance of the muffin top. (I actually prefer to call it the baker’s dozen in some circumstances; it just seems to better explain the visual.)
I look forward to sitting on a beach with my frizzy hair, caked with SPF 45, with an inexplicable craving for muffins….
Thursday May 29, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 10:54 AM ADT
Actually, I guess I really want to ask, why haven’t I gotten my Klondike bar yet?
I am no stranger to embarrassing myself (or others) in public. Sadly, I have nothing to blame but my stupid impulses and my lack of caring of my general perception from the peering public. Just lately I tried hula-hooping on a Sunday in the middle of an aisle at Wal Mart. I’ve twirled in stores after trying on skirts and long jackets. And I have to admit that would just be the tip of that iceberg.
Despite all that, still no Klondike bar. I give props to the advertisers for making the jingle quite catchy, but I am claiming false advertisement.
Even after all my embarrassing exploits in malls, no one has ever offered me any type of frozen treat. I usually just get the “is she crazy?” look.
Klondike, make good with your slogan, and start offering.
Tuesday May 27, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 8:57 AM ADT
Or as I like to call it, 4 weeks in a full-body cast because every muscle you didn’t you had hurts.
I recently decided that instead of spending my time talking about how to make healthier lifestyle choices I would actually just do it. In theory this is a wonderful idea. It means more vegetables on my plate, more movement and less TV.
On the flip side it also means fast-food withdrawals, achy body and no chocolate. When was Women’s Health going to tell me about these side-effects? I suspect never; everyone is so concerned with the positive that comes out of this process that they definitely fail to mention to “hard” times ahead.
Basically, in my effort to get out of my couch potato existence, I have managed to make myself unable to move from the couch as it hurts so much. Needless to say, I look forward to tonight’s session.
Wednesday May 21, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:18 AM ADT
It’s not often that an adult gets to act like kid again – unless said adult has kids and can goof off just about any time because it’s entertaining the kids. That person is not me, so when a chance comes up to be ten again, I grasp it. (By the way, Happy Birthday Kelly!)
Running up to the playground is when I have the most fun. The excitement is at its highest when I’m of thinking I’m going to go on the swings and down the slide. Of course when I actually get there, reality hits that I am not ten anymore – or at least my body isn’t. The swings are a little too small and my hips barely fit in the slide. But because my dreams cannot be shattered, I go up there and do it all anyway.
The following day is when the dream truly gets crushed and my poor muscles are screaming you are definitely not ten. The hips and butt are sore from sitting on a tight swing for too long and going down the narrow slides.
My only option to stay ten in my mind is to play SEGA Superstars Tennis. There are no swings or slides, but it’s the only video game I am good at. No one can beat Ulala!
Thursday April 24, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:43 AM ADT
Ahh it’s time to the joys of spring and the joy of finally goodbye to winter.
What a lovely time now to enjoy a wonderful evening walk – no can’t do that. What a lovely time to enjoy a nice bike ride – no can’t do that either. What a perfect time to bring the canoe to the water and paddle away – can definitely do that!
There was a short window of happiness when the weather was nice, the snow was melting and the use of the BBQ was increasing. The window has now been closed – if it would have stayed open, the other side of that window would have been flooded significantly more than it is now. Isn’t reality something to look forward too?
I guess there is some good news about all of this flooding – I know have a waterfront apartment, the under part of the car has been cleaned out (I’m a girl who is very unfamiliar with car terms, but I can point out where the muffler is located) and the grass is green.
Time to kick back and enjoy the after-winter.
