If you had a superpower what would it be?

So I love this show called Heroes... "Ordinary People Discovering Extraordinary Abilities"

http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/

In the last episode there was this girl who remembered everything she heard, read or saw. If I could pick a super power I think that'd be it. You'd never forget anything, you could od anything you wanted because you'd know everything.

What would you pick?
L

Manly man

"You lock your doors at night?"

"It's a house of 4 girls, of course we do."

"but you live next to 4 boys"

So if someone were to come in at night (not break in cause the doors were open), then I can expect him to wake up and come save the day?

I appreciate his confidance in himself and his manly protector attitude but I'll stick with the locked doors :)
L

A Song to Change your Life

So I've been thinking about his concept for a while now...

You know that song, that one that you hear that changes the way you feel? There's something about it that hits you in a way to change everything, or so it seems (I should have prefaced this by saying it's possible I can be a little over dramatic sometimes).

It might be the lyrics that hit you just so, they describe you at that moment better than anything else can or it's something about how right the chords are, how perfect the harmony is.

Weeks, or months down the line sometimes they've lost their magic... they're just another song but sometimes they'll be special forever.

There are a bunch of those songs for me right now...

Pompeii - Numbers
Something Corporate - Konstantine
Making April - Hurry Up and Wait
Vega 4 - Life is Beautiful
Mike Doughty - I Hear the Bells
Pompeii - States

So my thought is... how many other songs like these ones are out there waiting for me to find them? What if I miss them? What if I never find them? These songs affect me when I find them so not finding them must affect me too... In what way?

It worries me
L

The Best Cupcake You've Ever Eaten

Picture it...

1. The perfect chocolate cupcake, not too cooked and dry. Just the right size too, not small or big (leave them wanting more)


2. The best icing, sweet but not hurt your teeth sweet. Strawberry or Blackberry... you choose. Both made with real, pureed berried.


3. Just when you think that's all there is to it there's a perfet little surprise waiting for you. A centre filled with light, fluffy cream cheese goodness.

What did I tell you? The best cupcake you've ever eaten (sorry, no modesty here).
Bet you're wishing for one right now :)
L

There's an Ogre in my Shoes

You ever feel like an ogre woke up in your place?

I'm grouchy today, unreasonable grouchy. I suppose I could blame it on lack of sleep but since I chose to stay up late it's not really a very good excuse.

It's taking all my energy to keep myself in check and not inappropriately rip someone's head off. I'm seriously concerned for Betty... one wrong move and I could blow.

Be patient with me today, I'll be my usual cheery self tomorrow, promise.
L

Salt on the Shoulder

So I have this new theory for life

Whatever you decide to do you just have to commit to it.

Let me tell you how this came about (you’ll probably think I’m silly). So I’m making this ice cream pie, and it’s a really good pie. Skor bits, chopped up peanut butter cups and chocolate chunks mixed inside ice cream with a yummy corn flak-y, caramel-y crust. Then on top I drizzle peanut butter and chocolate as the finishing touch. It’s delicious and good looking.

So I’m about to drizzle the chocolate and as I take the spoon full of chocolate from the bowl to the pie to artfully drizzle I chicken out, I hesitate, I get nervous. What do I end up with? A blob of chocolate.

Example #2 – I’m out to dinner with friends and someone knocks over the salt, “What shoulder are you supposed to toss it over?” It’s the left, so she picks up the salt shaker and goes to toss but halfway through changes her mind... salt all over her shoulder.

One more... boys are so different. You take a paperclip; untwist it halfway so it will stand by itself pointing straight up. Take your palm and slam it on the upright paperclip (I know, the girls are thinking “why?”). If you do it with confidence the paper clip crumples. If you chicken out halfway through, the paper clip sticks in your palm.
Where am I going with this? Whatever you’re doing you just have to commit or you’re going to end up with a blob of chocolate, the paperclip will be stuck in your hand and you’ll have salt all over your shoulder. Had I just committed and drizzled with confidence it would have been beautiful, I’ve done it before. The same is true in life, just commit, give it your all and don’t chicken out. If you’re going to do something than you’d better really do it.

There should be no half way in life.
L

Betty Strikes Again

Remember Betty, the batty one?

This girl is not normal. She’s the kind of personality that you have to walk on egg shells around because you know that even if you mention it to her it won’t make a difference... she just doesn’t get it.

Well today she crossed the line. Maybe I wasn’t feeling very tolerant today but I can’t take it anymore! I won’t tell you what happened because it’s a long and boring story but I didn’t put up with it. I emailed her and told her it wasn’t okay. She rudely email back and things didn’t really end very well but I have hopes that somewhere deep down it made an impression on her. I want her to at least realize that I won’t accept that kind of treatment. I fully intend to call her on her rude behavior in the future too.

So here’s to standing up for myself!!
L

Good and Bad

I did it!

How long have I been complaining about wanting a raise? Well I finally did something about it today. I asked my manager if we could have a meeting so we headed off to a board room.

I told her that I’d been wanting to mention for a long time now that I really feel I deserve a raise. There was a co-worker who’d left to pursue a new job and since she’d left my role had changed. I have taken on more responsibility and I’ve been happy to do it.

The good part is she wholly agreed that my role has changed and that I deserve a raise. The bad part is she said raises only happen here in April. So apparently I’ll have to wait. I’m not sure if that’s an acceptable response but it will do for now. She also told me the percentage the raise usually is and it’s going to be way lower than I want it to be but I’ll deal with that when the time comes. I also mentioned that there are some courses I’d like to take and she was very receptive to that. She told me names of a couple people in the office who could probably help give me some direction with what courses would be most helpful. She also told me that she’s mentioned my change in role to the next higher up so when April comes that should help with the percentage of the raise.

All in all it was a good conversation, I didn’t get the results I wanted but I still feel good about it.
L

Memories from My Youth

My 3 big brothers tickling me till I couldn’t stand it anymore (which is why I can suppress being tickled like you wouldn’t believe – except with Ian for some reason), the 3 of them fighting, and I mean fighting! There’s still a hole in the bathroom door to prove it. I remember Rob, Tae Kwon Doe chopping me and James and Mike ALWAYS fighting. I’ve seen all sorts of Manly movies thanks to my big brothers. Some memorable ones include Beastmaster and Red Sonya (which is actually pretty girly) and of course some wrestling. I remember sandwiches with Kraft cheese slices, Sonic the Hedgehog and Toejam ‘N Earl. Smelly boys coming back from Scout Camps and the time we all though James was about to be killed by Dad. When he says “Get in the Van” he MEANS it!

So things have changed a little. Somewhere through the years my 3 big brothers turned into some pretty great men. Two of them are fathers, all three of them are married. We had enjoyable conversations all weekend and there was no fighting. Some things never change... they did make me watch Ultimate Fighting Championship and there were still sandwiches with Kraft cheese slices but they’re such grown up, responsible men.

It was good to see the three of them together again.
L

Prize Winning Pie

have this reputation as sort of a Martha Stewart-ish figure. I like to cook, it’s something I think I do well but I’m not really a fan of having to prove it. So the thought of a pie competition was intimidating to me (funny that I came up with the idea eh?). People expect me to win; they expect me to make something sensational... what if I let them down? What if their image of me is shattered... who am I then?

I didn’t want to make a traditional pastry pie... everyone would do that. Luckily my brilliant Chef brother is in town. Together we came up with an idea for a Skor-Chocolate, Peanut Butter ice cream pie with a yummy corn flake crust, just like Mom used to make. It must have been enough because my reputation is safe for another day, Best Presentation is good enough for me :)
L