Degeneracy!

Drinking on company time… gotta love it…

Jo made Baileys coffees for everyone this morning, and I had my reservations, but they are indeed delish. And strong – no more reservations for me today! About anything! Just back from placing loads of bets on the horses too – it’s been a good Cheltenham for me so far. So, in summary, I’m drinking in the morning and gambling like a fiend. Yay for preserving stereotypes! And Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all!



She even made a lil shamrock on the top…

Been thinkin'

I’ve been having one of those contemplative days. Which is strange, because it’s Monday, and usually all I try to do is get through the day. I suppose it’s because lately I’ve been taking stock of a lot of what’s going on in my life. I hate doing that. Anyone that knows me knows that I hate change, I hate disruption, and I hate having to face the not-so-nice things that come along every now and then. I’ve been thinking a lot about the year that’s just passed, it was this time 12 months ago that the health scare with Patch happened, and after that I found myself making a lot of changes in my life, mainly small, but some significant. It took something that big and potentially devastating for me to reassess and (I hope) improve.

Changes are coming again, not least with the job, and I’ve had my head in the sand about it for a while now. The news came in the middle of a really bad time for me, so I think part of my brain just filed it away so as not to become overwhelmed by all the shit that was happening right then. But I’ve since realised that you have to keep on keepin’ on even when crap is starting to pile up. It would be far too easy for me to sit down and mope about all my little mini disasters right now, and on bad days I almost fall into the mire, but mostly I’m able to stay if not upbeat, then on an even keel of coping. That feeling that I just need to get away from everything isn’t as predominant as before, but I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately about being far away, so I guess it’s still on my mind.

I want to go to Canada, I want to stay here, I want to go to Canada, I want to stay here…

But I keep coming back to this time last year. No matter what happens, it’s all really small potatoes compared to the possibility of losing someone you love. I bitch about my family sometimes, but know that I’m blessed with them. Sometimes my friends can wreck my head, but I always remember that I’m lucky to have so many, and I hope they know how much they mean to me. As much as the job is like a job, a really bad day is rare, and I find myself laughing with people around me all the time. And most importantly, I have somebody that I can talk to about anything, anytime, no matter what.

Everything will work out. It all happens for a reason. We’re going to be ok.

What ate my weekend

Finally! After many years working in the entertainment industry, I finally get to make something, It might even be entertaining! We filmed out little short over the weekend, a spoof full of inside jokes and shockingly bad acting, and we are all very proud of ourselves. If I had my way, we’d just edit all the outtakes and present that, but no, we have to do it properly. I guess some of the actual scenes are funny too…



Sib 2 arrived back from Cape Town safe and sound, with a spiffy new accent too. S’funny what tin dais in Sauf Aifrikka can do…

Talkin’ aboot the T dot O dot

I’m just back from a very short trip to Toronto (the T dot O dot!), where I managed to fit in work, shopping, drinking and curling in three days. I also went up the CN Tower (above), caught a cold, met up with Amanda Hugankiss, and rrrolled up the rim to…lose. Heading back to Canadia in September with Hops, so it’ll be all of the above minus the work bit. Woo!