Time for some changes

With the new year, it's time to make some changes in my life. I know that's a completely typical thing to say, but it's true. I've been terribly depressed lately, and it's time to change that. I don't want to "try" to change it, I want to change it. Period. This is definately an easier said than done situation; I'm not deluding myself about that, but it's time. I don't like crying, and I don't like feeling terrible, and I certainly don't like wanting to crawl into bed and never get out from under the covers. Those feelings aren't conscious decisions, but it's time for me to really take action and change things instead of just saying "I'm trying". Today is the last day of 2006, and the first day of feeling good about myself and my life.

Retail Therapy

Whoop Whoop for Shopping! Heather and I hit the mall this afternoon and had a very prosperous trip. A stop at HMV didn't turn up anything for me, but Heather bought a couple of movies, then we went to Stiches and spend a good while in there. I ended up leaving with three button down shirts. Then a quick stop at Bryan's where they had a sale (glory!) and I bought a pair of slacks and a little sweater with built in satiny shirt. 5 pairs of ginch and a bra at La Senza, and I'm done! I'm only going into detail about my purchases because it felt so good to actually go out and feel like I had money to spend on clothes. To go out with the purpose to buy clothes...it felt really really good. Thank GOD for Christmas money! Woohoo!

Jessica Hearts Wine! And Mare!

Best surprise ever on thursday morning! Mare's friend Mel stopped by the station with a bottle of Sumac Ridge Cabernet Merlot! I don't know Mel, so I was pretty confused at first then she handed me the bag and insisted she take a picture for Mare. So there we go! Best surprised EVER! I love that Mare even takes care of me from waaaaay down in the Okanagan! It's going to be a happy new year for Jessica! Whoop Whoop! (I tell ya, Bill and I had a hard time not cracking it open at work!)
(If you're wondering why I'm wearing my wool coat, it's because the furnace at work was broken and it was cold)

I need a break...again

Ok, so I know it's pretty wussy of me to say this, but I need a vacation. I know, I haven't even been back at work for 2 full days yet, but I have so little drive to work...it's very difficult to keep trudging along. And I'm feeling lonely again. Oh well. I guess it's the weekend and a long weekend at that.

I have a bone to pick

Alright, so I know that Christmas is not about the material, blah blah blah, but I would think that after asking for the same thing two years in a row, someone would have taken the hint. But no. Still I find myself after a second Christmas has gone by and still no Hippopotamus! (A very warm thank you to Jenni who went me a picture of a hippopotamus) I assumed perhaps last year's lack of hippopotamuses was due to time constraints as, in all fairness, I did only start asking for one in late November. But it has been more than a year since I first asked and now I find myself going into 2007 remaining hippopotamus-less. I am hereby issuing a (stern) reminder to my so-called "Loved Ones" that next year when I sing "I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas" I am not "being cute."
Thank you for your time, and happy new year
(You're all lucky the song isn't "I want a hippopotamus for New Years"

A Williams Family Christmas

Merry Christmas from the Williams household!

Me and My Mo

After Christmas morning and finally showering and getting dressed at 2:30, I went to Maureen's to give her a little prezzie.

Me and My Mo on Christmas Day.
I sometimes find it very odd to think that we've known each other for 12 years!

A Prezzie-free Christmas...right

We decided to do no prezzies this year...instead stick to stockings. Well, this is what THAT looks like in my household

Frank brought gifties from Hawaii and I totally made out like a bandit. It was much more relaxed, and really nice to have the whole family just hanging out together and eating a lovely breakfast of pancakes (and butter tarts! hee hee!)

See, I told you a made out like a bandit! Yay for Christmas with my family!
(Did I mention how much I miss Brad? sigh)

Trimming the Tree

I decorated the Christmas tree today. For many years now it's been my duty to decorate the tree. Sometimes Mum will come and help with the final bobbles. We switched to a fake tree a few years ago and a small part of me misses having a real tree, but then again, it was so frustrating getting prickled by the needles all the time, and getting sap on my fingers and trying not to break a branch putting ornaments on. Now I just move the branches around to fill in the gaps. So, just like always, I decorated the tree. I put the little Santa Claus ornament on at the very end, as is also tradition...I think I started that tradition, but it just seems wrong now to do anything else. Santa goes on last. Period. (I do always wonder just why it's called "trimming" the tree...?)

the Good the Bad and the Meh.

Well, we went out. Denise, Randy and I went to the Lodge for drinks and then off to the Twin. It was really quite busy, which is both good and bad. I had an interesting time. It seemed like the place was packed with people from my grad class, many of whom I haven't seen in years...something I was perfectly alright with. The good part about it was that most people didn't recognize me at all so there were no awkward moments of "hiiiii...so.....how are you anyway?" (which really is their way of saying "I guess I should say hi to you even though we NEVER spoke in high school because I was a snot-nosed bitch/and or jackass jock and I'm a big loser now and you're obviously way too good for me"...or something like that. HA!). Funny how having longish hair makes a person look so totally different that no one knows them anymore. Anyway, it was still awkward to have to see these people who I really don't care to remember. I haven't seen so many of good ole class of 2000 since....um...well...I guess sometime around 2000. So that was the bad part, but at least I felt like I looked pretty good. The good was dancing with Denise, and seeing everyone from the Twin, and actually having a platonic guy friend to dance with for a change (fellow formor twin employee, Jason...um...from Stewart....don't actually know his last name...and I don't know that I ever did). I saw my good buddy Ian for the first time in a couple of years at the very end of the night. And then we got a cab ride home afterwards. Furthermore, I didn't drink much, so I should be in the clear for tomorrow, and all my drinks were taken care of for me...which was also nice. Also, it's ALWAYS fun when my brother's friends check me out and then I get to see the sudden look of panic go across their faces when they realize I'm their friend's little sister. HA!

7 hours on a train...

that's right, it took 7 hours to get to Smithers from Prince George on the train today. We didn't even leave PG until close to 8:30, at which point the train had been boarded for at least 30 minutes. Apparently we got stuck behind a freight train just outside of Burns Lake and that was that. I was a whole hour late. Oh well. I slept until just before BL and then after that talked with the very nice lady sitting next to me. It was one of those pleasant conversations that didn't seem forced, and wasn't awkward when there was nothing to talk about. And the guy who was in charge of the passengers and the snack car was a very friendly cheerful french boy. He made the trip a lot better just by being so cheerful. But, the bottom line is that I'm here, train is a MUCH more civilized way to travel than going by bus, I'm now in the middle of doing my laundry, and I'm going out tonight. Whoop Whoop! Merry Merry!

T-Minus 7.5 hours...

until I leave for Smithers...well, leave for the train station to leave for Smithers...and then it'll be an hour until I actually get on the train, and then another 6 before I get to Smithers. It's been a while since I visited. It's strange to go back now. It feels familiar, but not like home anymore. Maybe it's just been too long since I've felt settled in any place to actually feel like anywhere is home. I haven't been really set up anywhere in such a long time...everywhere I am feels sort of like a "reasonable facsimile" of home...but no where actually feels like home. That being said, Smithers is where my family is, and therefore, I am going there for Christmas. I'm looking forward to getting away for a few days. It's been a while since I've been able to leave PG, and it's definately long overdue. So I guess it's more like t-minus 14.5 hours, but whatever.

It's really Christmas time!

Watching TBS tonight, and I realized it really is getting close to Christmas. How? There was a commercial for the Clapper. Yup. And it was really and truly the original commercial from when it was first released. You know the one, where the old woman is laying in bed and turns over to clap off the tv, which happens to be so old it actually has an antena. In the last commercial break there was a commercial for a chia pet. That's how I know it's Christmas. All the ancient products are re-advertised once again. Merry Christmas!

It Figures, doesn't it?

It was one of those murphy's law moments. Heather and I hit the gym after work (go us!) and I came home afterwards to have a quick supper and talk to Brad. Then I had plans to go to Heather's to watch The Devil Wears Prada. Seeing as I had just come home from the gym and hadn't showered (or even intended to), I decided to just put on a little deoderant, a hoodie, put the hair in a ponytail (which was massively frizzy due to a little relaxing in the steam room at the Y after our workout) and my pajama bottoms. Let me paint a picture of these pants for you: they are about 12 sizes too big, pale green flannel with little purple flowers all over them...the crotch hangs roughly halfway down my thighs and they have an elasticized/drawstring waist. I love these pants, they are terribly comfortable. I also put on my jacket (which looks way too small when I wear it over my BCIT hoodie), and my snowboots. Of course, not wanting to get my pajama pants wet, I tucked them into said boots. Now, under any circumstances (other than deathly illness) I would say there is no excuse for being dressed like this in public. But, seeing as I was going to watch a movie, I knew Heather wouldn't care. Furthermore, it's completely dark out, I was going to drive to her place, and really, what are the chances of anyone seeing me during the trek from my apartment to my car (parked directly out front because I knew I would going back out) and then from my car to Heather's apartment? Really, what are the chances? Very very slim. So imagine my surprise and delight when I left the apartment only to be approached by, (whoelse?) a police officer. Yup, a mountie, who, not only saw me in my dreadful state, but needed to ask me for assistance. He needed me to let him into the apartment building because no one was answering the buzzer. I couldn't even hide in the cloak of darkness, no, I had to go right back to the front entrance in the ever so flattering flourescent lights and then stand there and explain that there were in fact two different people managing the building and maybe he should try 201 first.

Yup. What are the chances? Well, if you're me, dressed like an escaped mental patient from PGRH trying to sneak into the dark to go to a friend's to watch a movie, I'd say those chances are pretty good.

Saskatchewan...

Ok, so I'm stalking people on myspace again. I can't help it; it's an addiction. In my travels through the masses of creeps, weirdos and perverts, I came across some who are not. One in particular, was a friend of mine from highschool who I haven't seen or heard from in at least a couple of years. I found out she's going to school in (of all places) Saskatchewan. Upon reading that I became very jealous and (get this) homesick. Not sad or lonely for Brad, no, I became homesick for Saskatchewan, and jealous that she's now living there. I want nothing more than to be back in the prairies...even if Brad weren't there I would be trying to get back. I miss the prairies. Weird, isn't it?

What to write about?

I've been debating what to write about all day. First I thought I would write about how I woke up this morning from a night of weird dreams and the first thing I did was reach over, grab my cell and call Brad to tell him how much I missed him.

Then I thought I would write about how I went to the mall and WalMart and Canadian Tire today and spent more than half of my day either driving or idling in parking lots while everyone tried to either find somewhere to park (ps. there were no spots), or leave the parking lot. I literally drove around for 10 minutes trying to find somewhere to park in the mall, and then it took me between 15 and 20 minutes to leave. Or about how people seem to completely loose their sense of decency during Christmas shopping. I've said it before, but it applies more than ever after today. An example: I was in a store isle in the mall and a lady with a shopping cart plowed down the isle staring straight ahead and (in a rather pissy tone) "Excuse me!" without even looking at me. I guess you might say it's better than when they don't bother to say anything, but I think I would almost rather not be acknowledged than have someone say something without looking at me or meaning it. Then again, beggars can't be choosers I guess.

And then I thought about mentioning how I did diddly this evening until my Mum called, and then chatted with her for a while, after which time I did another load of diddly. I decided to take a bath...a nice, long, candle-lit, relaxing music bath. I cleaned (read: scoured) the tub and drew my bath, only to find my hot-water tank had run out of hot water, most likely due to the cleaning (obsessively scouring) of the tub. I had a brilliant idea though, to boil the kettle a couple of times and pour the boiling water in the tub. Turns out that hardly makes a difference, and the ammount of boiling water added each time has pretty much cooled off to the temperature of the rest of the water by the time the kettle has boiled again. So I had a warm-ish bath with relaxin music and a few candles (even though the bathroom light was still on because in order to have my speakers on I had to have the light on, and I am sadly sans extension cord).

But then, when all was said and done, I decided none of those things was really worth writing about.

AHHHHH!!! More Snow???!!!!!

This is what I found when I went out to my car yesterday morning. (The last time I said that, there was a picture of my car with no tires...not as bad this time). What is that? 6? 7 inches of snow? in 14 hours? Well, in less than that because when I got up it was barely snowing anymore. Can I just point out for the billionth time that I hate snow, and I hate winter...when I have to deal with it. If it's just there being winter and not effecting my life, it's fine and kind of pretty. But when I have to sweep off my car for literally 10 minutes and end up covered in most of that snow myself...then we have a problem. Oh, and, might I add that I took that picture at 8 oclock...and it's still dark out. In fact, I just got up and the sun is JUST rising. Oy. I just have to make it to December 22nd when the days start to get longer again! Ra Ra! I can do it!

Great Night

I had a really good night tonight. I got home from work, made some supper, and called Brad. While we were talking he told me about how he had been feeling like baking a cake (out of the ordinary because he's the cook, I'm the baker), but the thought got me thinking about baking a cake. So, while on the phone with Brad, I baked a cake. Then after I said goodnight to Brad, I called my Bro and told his answering machine that I hoped he and Christie will have a great time lounging on the beach in Hawaii, and I'll see him when he gets back.

Then I called Mare. It was 8 when I called, and we got off the phone at 11:15 because her battery died. I don't know how it happens, but we chat once a week and every time we can just keep talking for hours and hours (and hours aparently)! She is one of those rare friends that can actually make that happen and it never feels strained and the only reason we have to stop talking is because of a dead battery (and, honestly, 3:15 hours of continual use ain't bad). So to Mare I say "Sha-na-woot!" and I should make up my newscast and then watch the other guys go racing out to catch a story....mwahahahahaha!

(P.S. I have the greatest phone card EVER! I've already talked with Mare for over 5 hours and I STILL have time left on it, and it was just a $5 card!)

I Heart Files!

For the past two (going on three) days I've been trying to deal with the obscene stacks of files in the newsroom, and, after that ammount of time, I feel like perhaps taking another route would be in our best interest...maybe something like this:

When shit hits the fan...I'm your go-to girl

Today the power went off at the station. Yup. I was up to my elbows in files and all of a sudden...no power. It was at that moment that I realized the downfall of my career choice: we have to be there when shit hits the fan. Natural disasters? We're the ones people turn to. Power outages? Yup, us too. Most people, when faced with workplace with no electricity would be allowed to go home, but nope, we in the media are expected to stick around and field calls and get in touch with the people who "know" this stuff.