Inbox

Keeping life organised has never been one of my failings. I can for the most part keep it together. But I am terrible at keeping my email inbox tidy. I was judging whether I had new mail based on if the inbox was reading higher than 93. No, I am not making that up. So, I decided to do the big girl thing and instead of cleaning the house I cleaned out my inbox. Now it is reading 1. I can't find one unread email. Some where between 2006 and now there is an unread email hanging around in my inbox.
Oh well, never said I could make it spotless.

I finally gave into a Summer craving and reread Girl of the Limberlost - Gene Stratton-Porter
I kept telling myself that I had to read some of the new material that was hanging around before I could cave and reread Summer books. I caved.

Going back through email I came to the realization that at least in 2006 - 7 I was much more active on facebook. I have some many more messages that I never bothered to delete. Now my most common message from facebook reads like this "Christina, you have notifications pending."
Yup, I don't hand out on facebook much anymore.

Wanna see my new shoes? OK.

Pretty, ya? Fluevog's. They restored my faith in pretty shoes after the lousy seasons Spring/Summer 2012 turned out to be. I didn't like the shoes that came out this year. Sigh.

I needed to talk?

Olympics, weather, books, struggles with the parish priest, work, meeting new family, new shoes, these are just a few of the things that have been occupying my mind recently.

I could if pressed speak on any of these. Badly, but I could. Much to my shame trying to translate that into writing is harder.

I have been watching the Olympics. One observation about becoming an adult is that there is less time to obsess about things that when I was younger I had the time to fixate on. It was always easier with the Summer Olympics too because I wasn't in school, I could if I wanted to spend almost all day watching sports. I knew the stats, I knew the events. Bursting full of useless info I was. Now, not so much.

Saturday and Sunday this week I was on the mainland and hot. It was hot at home I heard, but I didn't care that it was hot here, I just cared that it was hot were I was. I was nowhere near a body of water and it was almost 40 degrees. Blarg.
Just in case anyone is curious I function in Celsius. Yup, I measure in feet and inches and drive in kilometers and temperature in Celsius. I am a child of parent raised in imperial taught both American curriculum and am still staunchly Canadian.

I finished Insurgent -Veronica Roth
Still good. It did not hold the tension as well as, say, Hunger Games, but still good.

Jeepers. I hope you didn't read all this.
We will talk aobut my new shoes later.

To Whom it May Concern

To anyone who recieves customer service,

Please don't be grumpy. It never helps anything.Use this as an opputunity to practice cheerfulness. Pretend to be ok with your life for as long as it takes to get through a line. If the line is long, and you didn't want to be there, chances are high that the cashier is just as frazzled as you are, but they HAVE to smile.

Please don't complain about prices to the cashier, unless it is a very small business and they happen to own the company. The person behind the counter did not decide the price, they have no influence over the price, and definatly did not make you pick up the item in question. If you feel the need to comment on a price chances are high that the last twenty people before you also felt that need. It never makes any ones day better to complain about something that can't be fixed. Please just, don't.

Thank you for listening.

I finished "Why Gender Matters" by Leonard Sax. It amazes me how much common sense is having to be put back into the way we think. For instance, here is a statement that is no longer taken for granted, Boys and Girls are really different. And you think "Duh". Good book.

At work? Really?

I thought about doing this in vlog form, but it isn't counting books for me.

So, I sent my folks off to Long & McQuade with a list, that year-is-ended-and-I need-new-books list, and then I went to work. Around 11 AM I got a phone call I was expecting.

 It was L & M saying, Umm... We don't have the exact book you are looking for? What are you after? So I say "C'est l'extase" by Debussy. L&M says ummm..? I ask if you can search books be songs, fortunaetly she says yes. And then asks me how the title is spelt. OK, I think, I can do this maybe, I mean, I have a year of French under my belt, I have maybe seen the title splet twice? and I am dyslexic, and phonetic speller. No biggy. So I sound out the closest thing that I can come up with. L&M asks "is that an exact spelling?" I don't know, I am at work, without my syllabus. So I ask her to look it up in the new syllabus, and would you believe it, but the reason she could not find it in the RCM Syllabus is becaus they decided to move those Debussy songs from ARCT to Grade 10. GRRRRR. Also, they have scratched "Come Scoglio". Sigh

I re-read Mastiff by Tamora Pierce. I have a wierd relationship with her. Not nearly as bad as Malissa Marr, but I broke that in half and never have to go back and read her book ever again.

RIG gives us the...
Fork

This is a medieval dining skewer. Is that close enough?

P.S. Yes, I bought the new syllabus.
P.P.S. Any spelling mistakes are on my head. Spell check appears to not be working.