Thanks for the suggestions guys and guess what? I've decided! I've already registered for SAIT`s online phlebology course. Jokes. I`m really sure that when the big moment finally arrived and I actually had to STICK A NEEDLE in some part of someone`s anatomy - the last thing thing anyone wants is for stick-er to look directly at the stick-ee, swoon, maybe vomit on their lap and then hit the floor like a rock.
But really, I`m eyeing starting my own psychic hotline. I know what your thinking... Hey Lisa, don`t you have to have some kind of supernatural gift of sight for that. My answer to you is... Has that ever stopped anyone before. (sorry, my question mark is giving me attitude) But I will be providing a distinctly different service that will make the whole issue mute. I plan to help people by giving them... wait for it... actual, good, common sense advice. Revolutionary, eh (again with the Qmark `tude). It might play out something like this...
Sucker: I`m having financial problems, do you see anything in my future to help me out...
Me: Yes, I see you hanging up on this $4.99 per minute call and getting a job.
S: I`m worried that my husband isn`t in love with me anymore, do you see us together in the future...
M: Only if you hang up the phone and have a real heart-to-heart with him about where your relationship is headed.
I think you get the idea. Sure, if I actually help anyone I will eventually work myself out of a job, however, I think it would actually be a huge success - based on the sheer volume of idiots I meet, watch on tv, and read about in the paper.
Or... I could set up a BAD advice hotline, `cause usually when people ask for advice they just want to be reassured that whatever stupid thing they are already doing or what ever ridiculous conclusion they have already come to about a problem is the right thing to do. (I`m only joking a little bit - asking close friends and family for input=good, total strangers with no investment=bad.) I think this hotline would be a really good money maker for me - I would pander to the caller (oh your so right, that`s what I would do, you go girl!) and when they call back all mad and saying I gave them bad advice I`d just ask them what exactly they thought they were going to get when the called a BAD advice hotline. Ya, I know, genius. I`m going to be so rich.
So, moral of the story is... if you are reading this and have not made a suggestion of a possible career for me (or have and since thought of more) please.... Stop now and go directly to the comment section (do not pass go, do not collect $200). Good or bad, aided by supernatural foresight or not - I`ve enjoyed the ideas. (And don`t think that it has escaped my notice that my sister and mother have not commented on career - I`ve concluded that they either think me completely a lost cause or they are overwhelmed by the enormous mass of my talent and don`t know where to start. Ya, let`s go with the second one.)
20.4.09
a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker?
I'm just sitting here stalking bloggers I've never met and eating Taylor's chocolate Easter bunny - don't worry, he doesn't even realize he should have gotten one (I pulled it out of his basket as soon as he found it). Don't judge, I waited this long didn't I? AND, I have only had, like 3 bites of Josh's and virtuously abstained from nibbling any of Trev`s. (Yes, I said virtuously.)
On another note, I`ve been trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. It recently came to my attention that since we bought our house, like, 3 years ahead of schedule (based on my ridiculously inaccurate 5 year plan), I need a new plan. Maybe something a little more comprehensive and long-range, but I digress. First and foremost, I need to figure out what I want to BE, so that I know what I want take for schooling. Because now that I am officially ahead of schedule, I feel like I could do a course or two and finish my degree (or do I start something completely different!). My main problem is that I have no main interests and skills to build from - I am genuinely interested in EVERYTHING.
So that begs a question, If money were no object, but you had to have some sort of (at least) part-time career, what would it be? (You can make a suggestion if you think I would be good at anything - please, I'm begging, I need help.)
On another note, I`ve been trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. It recently came to my attention that since we bought our house, like, 3 years ahead of schedule (based on my ridiculously inaccurate 5 year plan), I need a new plan. Maybe something a little more comprehensive and long-range, but I digress. First and foremost, I need to figure out what I want to BE, so that I know what I want take for schooling. Because now that I am officially ahead of schedule, I feel like I could do a course or two and finish my degree (or do I start something completely different!). My main problem is that I have no main interests and skills to build from - I am genuinely interested in EVERYTHING.
So that begs a question, If money were no object, but you had to have some sort of (at least) part-time career, what would it be? (You can make a suggestion if you think I would be good at anything - please, I'm begging, I need help.)
16.4.09
what was that about books and their covers?
This song always moves me to tears, but check out what happens when Susan auditions.
She'll suprise you.
She'll suprise you.
15.4.09
happy trails
There is a business on the main strip here in town (kitty-corner from the IGA, if ya really gotta know) that has a big horse on top of it's sign. Josh and I were stopped at the intersection and he (very cutely) started up a conversation. "Hey horse, wha'cha doing" etc... When the light changes and we start to pull away he calls out, "See ya, happy trails!"
Where did he learn that!
Ever sing that song "A, your adorable. B, your so beautiful. C, your...."? You know the one. It's Josh's favourite. Today he sang a very special version just for me (this words of songs changing talent is inherited from his father).
"A, your impossible. B, your bossy." Okay, thanks alot!
Where did he learn that!
Ever sing that song "A, your adorable. B, your so beautiful. C, your...."? You know the one. It's Josh's favourite. Today he sang a very special version just for me (this words of songs changing talent is inherited from his father).
"A, your impossible. B, your bossy." Okay, thanks alot!
13.4.09
well, he probably won't be a doctor...
Josh and I playing telephone:
J: Ring, ring
L: Hello?
J: Um, I'm so busy
L: Oh yeah, busy with what?
J: I gotta go, I'm goin' to Vitamin Hat.
(haha, get it? Vitamin Hat = Medicine Hat)
J: Ring, ring
L: Hello?
J: Um, I'm so busy
L: Oh yeah, busy with what?
J: I gotta go, I'm goin' to Vitamin Hat.
(haha, get it? Vitamin Hat = Medicine Hat)
11.4.09
I love my dirt
Hasn't the weather this past week been fabulous? (If you don't live around here you can commence your jealousy in 5, 4, 3, 2, ...) I have taken the kids outside SANS JACKETS every day this week. AND we had a picnic with the Cooks yesterday for lunch, AND our garden is prepped, AND my lawn is raked and "snowbank suprise" decluttered, AND.... okay, I'm done, but doesn't it all sound so wonderful? Oh yeah, AND I've got my composting system up and running. Funny how after all the research I ended up going with pretty much the most low-tech and labour-intensive method - but it's so "hands on" and I'm really learning. (I would happily go into all the itty-bitty details if I thought anyone cared - sufficeth to say, the age of compost has arrived here in the Crosby household.)
But my garden - oh, baby! No, seriously, I love it like a child. (In fact, considering some of the recent antics of the juveniles in our household, I think I can safely say that I love it more than my children.) Since this is a new garden (we removed the grass and bordered it last fall) we had a little prep to do, namely... a) turning the packed soil for the first time, b) leveling from end to end (our garden is long and narrow with some extra dirt added at one end), and c) making some soil amendments (nothing big, just some peat and a little extra topsoil and we'll see how that goes first). Actually I think the soil looked pretty good to begin with and I have high hopes for our first year. I'll share a little secret with you. This morning as we finished the amendments, I sent Trev and the kids to the little park on our cul-de-sac. As soon as they were around the corner and out of sight I ditched the hoe and just got down on my hands and knees, working out some of the bigger clumps by hand. I was having so much fun I lost track of time playing in the dirt and had to force myself to go join everyone at the park. Seriously, I'm feeling very passionately toward that little 245 square foot patch out there. I wonder how it's doing out there all alone, should I go check on it, do you think? Now I'm starting to feel a little guilty - I never check on my kids after I've tucked them in for the night.
But my garden - oh, baby! No, seriously, I love it like a child. (In fact, considering some of the recent antics of the juveniles in our household, I think I can safely say that I love it more than my children.) Since this is a new garden (we removed the grass and bordered it last fall) we had a little prep to do, namely... a) turning the packed soil for the first time, b) leveling from end to end (our garden is long and narrow with some extra dirt added at one end), and c) making some soil amendments (nothing big, just some peat and a little extra topsoil and we'll see how that goes first). Actually I think the soil looked pretty good to begin with and I have high hopes for our first year. I'll share a little secret with you. This morning as we finished the amendments, I sent Trev and the kids to the little park on our cul-de-sac. As soon as they were around the corner and out of sight I ditched the hoe and just got down on my hands and knees, working out some of the bigger clumps by hand. I was having so much fun I lost track of time playing in the dirt and had to force myself to go join everyone at the park. Seriously, I'm feeling very passionately toward that little 245 square foot patch out there. I wonder how it's doing out there all alone, should I go check on it, do you think? Now I'm starting to feel a little guilty - I never check on my kids after I've tucked them in for the night.
6.4.09
stfd
I've really been looking forward to warm weather for one particular reason. Compost.
I know, it's not as glamorous as a tan, or as healthy as outdoor sports, but it is one of the reasons I've been excited to cease apartment-dwelling. So I've been trying to figure out the logistics of the whole project. What type, where in my yard, how not to attract vermin, etc. (Your suggestions and imput are welcome, btw). I have come to realize something about myself during this process, however. I suffer from STFD, otherwise known as "start-to-finish disorder". I cannot, and I mean CAN NOT, just find a good idea and go with it. I must research and re-research and then look around a little more. I end up going WAY to deep and getting muddled up in all the info. Seriously, could I not just pick a project and FINISH it!
On the upside, I know where to get all the goods online about composting.
I know, it's not as glamorous as a tan, or as healthy as outdoor sports, but it is one of the reasons I've been excited to cease apartment-dwelling. So I've been trying to figure out the logistics of the whole project. What type, where in my yard, how not to attract vermin, etc. (Your suggestions and imput are welcome, btw). I have come to realize something about myself during this process, however. I suffer from STFD, otherwise known as "start-to-finish disorder". I cannot, and I mean CAN NOT, just find a good idea and go with it. I must research and re-research and then look around a little more. I end up going WAY to deep and getting muddled up in all the info. Seriously, could I not just pick a project and FINISH it!
On the upside, I know where to get all the goods online about composting.
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