Just a quick, middle of the night, post to let you all know that I haven't completely dropped off the face of the universe (and will shortly be resurfacing in Holland). I've now been in Canada for just over 2 weeks and it's been everything I've hoped for---beautiful weather, great company, and fun-filled days and evenings (to early mornings) spent with my fabulous friends and family.
I just got back from a few days at the lake. The ride down was nothing short of picturesque; farmer's fields dotted with familiar yellow and purple crops complemented by perfectly blue skies. Forget canals, and mountains, and downtown skylines, and valleys...I'll always be a prairie girl at heart.
In less than a week’s time M and I have managed to watch 23 episodes of Lost. Yes, you heard right, the entire first season in practically one sitting. I admit it. I have a full fledge addiction. (I’ve decided it’s my new part-time job (aka "Lost watcher"), since it did take over 20 hours of my time this week). Of course it was a good week to waste here in Holland. Since last Monday it has been nothing but rain, rain and more rain in the "only had 3-weeks-of-summer" city of Amsterdam.
No matter what drama is currently happening in my life, it is nothing compared to the ups and downs of the 40 some odd characters trapped on this mysterious island. If you haven’t yet seen it, the show is absolutely fabulous! I can’t remember the last TV show I watched that was so compelling and utterly addictive. I’ll admit I may also have a small "non-sexual crush" (common, you know the kind) on Evangeline Lily. She’s the best and the kind of star Hollywood needs more of:
Lost's Evangeline Lilly has recently reprimanded the lazy and selfish socialites of the world too concerned about themselves to give to others in need.
"I need to help people or I'd be no better than the Paris Hiltons of the world, waltzing around with their Louis Vuitton bags and their little dogs," said the 27-year-old Alberta native. "Those people couldn't give a rat's a*s if somebody was starving in the street next to them."
Go Lily! Makin’ us Canadians proud!!
I now need to catch up on a few shows from the second season, which will hopefully tide me over until the 3rd season starts in the fall.
So folks, my advice to you is simple: Watch it. Or die.
Some pics from the weird and wacky "Amsterdam Gay Pride Canal Parade". Enjoy!!
In the past few months more than a few friends have mine have made comments such as "C, your life is like a soap opera/movie" or "you have far too much drama in your life". Only after the comment was made again this morning, did I actually pause to think about it. Yes, there IS far too much drama in my life right now, but honestly I don’t know how to fix it. Up until now there has always been some sort of "quick fix", but they’ve appeared to have run out. Between appointments with 3 different lawyers (2 of which were complete con-artists), a new "threat" from my lawyer to press legal charges against me (for not paying his con artist fees), the "legally sound" advice to get married this weekend, the company I work for being in utter shambles, grappling with why really good people get sick, my current semi-illegal status with the IND, my possible upcoming deportation and the saga of M’s dysfunctional work situation, the drama level is definitely on red alert.
So to deal with it, I’m doing something I haven’t tried before; running away from it all. Last weekend on a spur of the moment decision I booked a 19 day holiday back home.
Do I have the money to do so? Nope. Do I have the vacation days needed? Nope. But do I need to get the hell outta here? Abso-freaking-lutely!
Ever since Saturday, and my ticket purchase I’ve felt the stress slowing flowing out of my veins. I’m so happy to go home, to get away from it all, and to just relaaaxxxxx...Of course, I feel slightly guilty for leaving my man behind, but he understands (as always).
As many of you know I have a slight issue with time. Or should I say with "being on time". A few years ago, when I was living at home, and rushing about late for yet another appointment, my father looked me square in the eyes and said "C, I think I know why you are always late. You like the drama".
Do I truly like the drama? Do I feed off of it? Do I need it to make me feel alive??
I’ll admit, maybe in some instances, I do.
But right now, I know forsure, it’s a little too much for my liking.
