Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Once upon a time when I was a computer addict I was blog surfing for lack of anything better to do well filling my daily hit of internet time. The pale light washing over my face, and ruining my eyes well I sat entranced by the glowing screen. My fingers in constant motion. Click click click. And continual trips into my e-mail to make sure nobody had written within the last ten minutes.
Yeah, I'm on something of a down-with-computer-dependant-people kick. Like, now that I'm liberated, I'm above you all. Looking down. And make pretenses of wanting to bring you to my level of freedom. And I was never even all that bad.
But that's not where I was taking this post. So we'll leave well enough alone.
As I was saying, I was blog surfing. At some point I wandered into a blog where some chick had posted her results on a bunch of quizs. So I proceeded to take some of them. Out of curiousity.
This particular girl had taken a "type of girlfriend" quiz. And came out as maternal girlfriend. Motherly loving sort. So, yes, I randomly clicked and took it too. my results came out as,
You're Perfect ^^
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.

What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?

So there. I'm an absolute waste. I could be making some guy an ideal girlfriend. Unfortuenently (for him) I've got better things to do. Oh, and I didn't cheat. So I'm rare. The prefect catch. Just, nobody can catch me. I laugh at myself, the quiz, and everyone else.
I was going to say I couldn't remember the address, but after about a minute of searching I found it so I thought you would appreciate my results and the link. Comon, you know you're going to take it. Admit it or not.
I won't say anything about how quizs don't work for me half the time. This one seems to describe me decently. I just didn't know it made me perfect.
*g* @ world.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

I officially can't wait for summer.
Not that I don't love winter. Not that I'm one of those crabby people that hates snow. Not that I don't think it's awesome to be one of the tough notherners in the world. But working outside in -10 temperatures with no mitts and only a fall worthy jacket is enough to make me start counting the days.
That and I'm finally having to admit I've got bad circulation. I do not like the thought that I, Kris, may have bad circulation. I don't like to think of myself as a bad circulation person. But when my toes freeze along with the worst of them well I attempt to skate happily along, and my fingers feel worthy candidates for falling off I must admit, I think I might have bad circulation.
Same with weak lungs. I, Kris, still maintain that I don't have the weak lungs that run in my Dad's side of the family. I've proudly taken on just about everything else that runs in the paternal side, but I'm afraid that I'm fighting the weak lung syndrome.
O.k., O.k. Here's a change of topic for you. For I feel I have to comment on whoever it was that just walked in and out of the library.
He was young, and maybe a real cowboy, or maybe a want to be real cowboy. I'm afraid I'm not experienced enough that I can always tell them apart yet. He was closer the a stereotypical cowboy then anyone I've seen around these parts before.
And, before I continue, I don't really believe that real cowboys exist anymore. The rancher may exist. I've seen some pretty genuine looking ones in Mexico. But sources tell me that Texas is now that fattest state in the fattest nation, and I strongly suspect that means they aren't riding the range. And if Texas has gone down, I don't have much hope for anywhere else. Alberta included. They (Albertans) pushed off any hope of ranchers dominating with their first oil line. And now we flock to their "western" cities to get jobs generate by the industry. And, I find it humorous, that Alberta likes to consider themselves the only true western province. We in B.C. are willing to let them have it. We're more the cutting edge province. Our cities (or ought I to say city) are/is more dynamic. We're like the youthful state. The one that took the longest to get to. Therefore we are newer, therefore we are cooler. Almost the nonsurfer California of Canada. Historical goldrush intact.
Back to my "cowboy". I always look up when people walk by, or when somebody says something. Small-town-kid thing, I strongly suspect. So when I looked the first thing I noticed was he was walking bow-legged. I must admit, it looked quite genuine. Not that I've a lot of experience, but my co-worker is a horse woman, and she walks like this guy did. Maybe not so obvious, but pretty much the same.
He took time to merely set his pile of books on the counter. To the librarians thanks, and this is the best part, he merely touched his hat. The shy quiet type. How sweet.
I must admit, I've always wanted reason to touch my hat to someone. I have been thwarted by two circumstances. One, I am a girl my self. Therefore, the typical "Ma'am" senerio is invalid. Second of all, I rarely wear classic touchable brimmed hats, apart from when I'm doing summer construction. And I'm not about to touch my hat to my dad. So my personal experience in this is limited to doing it in the mirror.
When he turned to walk out his green felt and leather jacket had Arizona emblazoned across the back, complete with the clubhouse looking flag and all. He had a silver star pinned to the back of his cowboy hat (didn't look beat-up enough to be quite true). I didn't notice if he was wearing spurs on his boots. But it wouldn't have surprised me.
Since I was in the midst of being mildly intrigued/amused by his whole being I was watching him walk out when he glanced back. He probably thought I was examinining the holes in the back pockets of his wranglers. Which I was, but not because I was even slightly interested in what was underneath. But because I was impressed that his jeans looked saddle worn. So weather he was real, or not, I'll never know.
Oh yeah, he also had something of sideburns. I'm not sure if this is typical cowboy. But since he had them they probably are.
So, there's another episode of my people watching. I, being a skeptic, bet he rides on the weekends and couldn't rope a calf and better then my boss. But, one great thing about people watching, you get to make-up your own stories. Only, with me, I get very curious and want to know the truth. I've got a thing for people in general. People and stories and history. All quite related.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

A Few Things I Learned in 2004

-Cows always move faster when you accidentally leave the wrong gate open.
-Never sleep when you can party.
-frozen blueberries are a waste of money.
-When someone tells you to, "grow-up", don't listen.
-Society will win, but rebel against it anyway.
-Potato flakes taste nothing like real mashed potatoes.
-Independence has a high price tag. Buy it as soon as it comes on sale.
-Back windows break if you shut them on hard things, like t.v.s.
-Stay on your check.
-Don't flush paper towel down your toilet.
-English is a good subject if taught right.
-Not thinking about things is easier.
-Easier doesn't mean better.
-Snail mail is good fun.
-Learn to whistle while you work.
-It is possible to live solely on chocolate.
-It is also possible to live without it.
-Life is better if you learn to laugh at it.
-Occasionally it's good to just forget it