I need to hit that.
Having to hit the keyboard all day due to my job, I admit that my zeal to enter the blog world is waning rapidly. This is of grave concern to me. Writing is important. I don't want the opportunities to write to slip away into oblivion.
Once again I find myself in the familiar routine of being able to write business correspondence efficiently and accurately (or so I think, ha ha), but my energy to write non-business correspondence is on the decline. I know that when I think about it (and I did as I took the commuter bus from North York to Mississauga today) that there are a lot of things that I could write about. Like what? Well, my husband's (Mr. Unfazed), father is having surgery tomorrow. I could write about my observations of the family coping and the need for strength and staying together. That's one idea which I'll run by Mr. Unfazed and see if he's OK with it.
I could also write about the adjustment of returning to work after an almost 6 month leave. The fact that I wasn't even actively looking to reenter the workplace has certainly had an impact on my perspective and emotions which I could explore further.
How about the books that I'm reading? I recently finished reading "Bergdorf Blondes" by Plum Sykes - a 2004 satirical view into the lives of the privileged Manhattan elite. I've read similar themed books in the past but this particular work had me enthralled and mesmerized by its hilarity. Thinking of my own middle-class suburban existence, I smiled to myself as I compared the complicated and extravagant lives of the rich. Deviously I wondered if the "appalling dreariness" (not what I really think, just imagining what the other side would think) of my life would trigger a myocardial infarcation for some of these high society ladies.
My BlackBerry just buzzed and compulsively, I checked the message. Mr. Unfazed and I may pop over to Moxies (the little ladies are with my mother tonight) for a drink and to unwind. I could write about my experience there. The drinks, the ambiance, the scene. Or, I could write about how I'd prefer a night at home for rest and relaxation not to mention it would be easier on the wallet. Mr. Unfazed just called. He agrees. A night at home makes sense. Off I go to pop in the appetizers.
Lots to hit that keyboard with. Loads.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Job and The Weekend
A common trap that I seem to fall into is avoiding writing whenever my life gets busier. Scratch that, the "busy-ness" isn't so much the barrier as is a job outside of the home. I originally set up this blog account over two years ago entitled "Eu escrevo" (meaning "I write" in Portuguese). Ironically, I didn't post a single word in any recognizable language to the public. I barely posted a word in the secrecy of the draft folder. I convinced myself that I couldn't spare any time to write so I didn't. To say that I regret my actions would be untrue. The truth is that I learned from them.
By taking some time to write on this pleasant Sunday night, I am preserving memories. A gratifying feeling.
Not so new job
In a previous blog, I wrote about an opportunity to work at home for another company. Not a week after I started that job was I given an even more attractive opportunity from a former employer. I would retrain onsite for a couple of weeks and then work from home having to only go in once bi-weekly for team meetings. I couldn't pass it up. While I wasn't looking for new work, this opportunity appeared to embody the work/life balance that I sought. I said yes.
After an hour plus bus ride from Homestead to Workplace, I quickly walked to the office building eager to meet my new boss and retrain. New Boss put me at ease right away and brought me over to My Trainer. My Trainer, who was previously my team lead when I last worked there, set to task right away with getting me back into the role. Having worked in the department before, I remembered the basics of the plan, the preferences of the client, and even had print screens dancing in my head of the software program used. I was relieved when it seemed that my memory had not failed me. There were some changes but they were minor and more administrative as opposed to groundbreaking. I hope that I don't live to regret my words and as I become more and more entrenched in the role again, I won't suddenly feel like I've arrived on an alien planet.
The Weekend
Realizing that by accepting a new job, I was bidding adieu to "time away" flexibility, I suggested to Mr. Unfazed that we do a quick family getaway to one of our favourite spots - Niagara. After soliciting recommendations on Facebook, we decided on the Americana Conference Resort & Spa. Our decision factors: indoor water park, decent package price for room and water park access, and oh, yeah, frolicking at the water park.
We were not disappointed. The girls loved it. LittleLady is tall enough to go on the body slide by herself and was very proud to do so. Spitfire had a blast tubing at alternate turns with Mr. Unfazed and I. Of course, I would be lying by omission if I didn't admit how much Mr. Unfazed and I enjoyed ourselves there. We are unashamedly kids in adult bodies and it doesn't look like that will change anytime soon. Nor would we want it too. Each time LittleLady and I went down the tube slide, we'd holler "Batman!!!" in the manner of the 1960s TV show at the top of our lungs.
Food was a part of the trip but not an integral one. The bonding was far more important. I must mention though the Monticello Grille House and Wine Bar. Not only is it a classy establishment with decent food and good service, it also featured an incredible kids deal. $2 for pasta and meatballs. The kids meal deal sign brought us into the restaurant and we had our preconceived notions about the place but we were wrong. The kids meal deal did not take away from the warmth of the fireplace, the sophistication of the ambiance and the juiciness of my prime rib dinner. Mr. Unfazed ordered the grilled snapper and was quite pleased. As for the little ladies, a little pasta was all they needed but of course, their stomachs found a way to make room for ice cream.
Another spot worth mentioning is The Butterfly Conservatory. Just taking in the sights of the gushing mini waterfalls and the kaleidoscope of colours as the butterflies flutter about; evokes a sense of profound peace. I remember sitting on a bench, looking up and seeing the magic of the flying creatures around me and I didn't want to leave. Already I'm planning my next trip there.
We are thinking Niagara will be the spot to celebrate my next birthday. February can't come soon enough.
By taking some time to write on this pleasant Sunday night, I am preserving memories. A gratifying feeling.
Not so new job
In a previous blog, I wrote about an opportunity to work at home for another company. Not a week after I started that job was I given an even more attractive opportunity from a former employer. I would retrain onsite for a couple of weeks and then work from home having to only go in once bi-weekly for team meetings. I couldn't pass it up. While I wasn't looking for new work, this opportunity appeared to embody the work/life balance that I sought. I said yes.
After an hour plus bus ride from Homestead to Workplace, I quickly walked to the office building eager to meet my new boss and retrain. New Boss put me at ease right away and brought me over to My Trainer. My Trainer, who was previously my team lead when I last worked there, set to task right away with getting me back into the role. Having worked in the department before, I remembered the basics of the plan, the preferences of the client, and even had print screens dancing in my head of the software program used. I was relieved when it seemed that my memory had not failed me. There were some changes but they were minor and more administrative as opposed to groundbreaking. I hope that I don't live to regret my words and as I become more and more entrenched in the role again, I won't suddenly feel like I've arrived on an alien planet.
The Weekend
Realizing that by accepting a new job, I was bidding adieu to "time away" flexibility, I suggested to Mr. Unfazed that we do a quick family getaway to one of our favourite spots - Niagara. After soliciting recommendations on Facebook, we decided on the Americana Conference Resort & Spa. Our decision factors: indoor water park, decent package price for room and water park access, and oh, yeah, frolicking at the water park.
We were not disappointed. The girls loved it. LittleLady is tall enough to go on the body slide by herself and was very proud to do so. Spitfire had a blast tubing at alternate turns with Mr. Unfazed and I. Of course, I would be lying by omission if I didn't admit how much Mr. Unfazed and I enjoyed ourselves there. We are unashamedly kids in adult bodies and it doesn't look like that will change anytime soon. Nor would we want it too. Each time LittleLady and I went down the tube slide, we'd holler "Batman!!!" in the manner of the 1960s TV show at the top of our lungs.
Food was a part of the trip but not an integral one. The bonding was far more important. I must mention though the Monticello Grille House and Wine Bar. Not only is it a classy establishment with decent food and good service, it also featured an incredible kids deal. $2 for pasta and meatballs. The kids meal deal sign brought us into the restaurant and we had our preconceived notions about the place but we were wrong. The kids meal deal did not take away from the warmth of the fireplace, the sophistication of the ambiance and the juiciness of my prime rib dinner. Mr. Unfazed ordered the grilled snapper and was quite pleased. As for the little ladies, a little pasta was all they needed but of course, their stomachs found a way to make room for ice cream.
Another spot worth mentioning is The Butterfly Conservatory. Just taking in the sights of the gushing mini waterfalls and the kaleidoscope of colours as the butterflies flutter about; evokes a sense of profound peace. I remember sitting on a bench, looking up and seeing the magic of the flying creatures around me and I didn't want to leave. Already I'm planning my next trip there.
We are thinking Niagara will be the spot to celebrate my next birthday. February can't come soon enough.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Spring Cleaning...Just a Sweep Away
Toastmasters Speech 8 from the Competent Communicator Manual - "Get Comfortable with Visual Aids."
Have you ever wondered how you'd feel if you'd just dust off that table? Reach up and sweep out those cobwebs in the ceiling? Run a powerful vacuum over those neglected tresses of carpet? Well, wonder no more. Today, I intend to convince you to embrace spring cleaning for all of the immense advantages it can provide.
Good afternoon Toastmaster Chair, Fellow Toastmasters and Most Welcome Guests.
With the winter season now in our rear-view mirrors, we embrace the signs of spring. The loss of that chill in the air, the growing brightness of the sun's rays, and the happy chirping of birds as they belt out their song.
In our society, springtime carries a certain obligation. We can no longer use the dark grey winter skies to mask the dust bunnies that grow wild in our laundry room, or ignore how the crystal in our dining room chandeliers has lost its sparkling lustre. Somehow, we sense it and we know. It's time to welcome the spring season with ritual cleaning.
Has anyone here ever quietly pondered where this ritual came from but was too afraid to ask? Ponder quietly in shame no more. According to Suite101.Com, one theory is that spring cleaning is thought to date back to the Jewish rite of Passover, with respect to families clearing out their households of any leavened bread in preparation for the holiday. Another theory is that it stems from the Persian New Year Celebration, whereby families clean everything in their homes - also known as "shaking the house."
I am here to tell you that spring cleaning need not be a dreaded, unglamorous chore. It can bring you great benefits. The first, you will feel invigorated. Imagine how virile you will feel after washing down those grimy windows, those very same windows which have taken a brutal assault from Old Man Winter. Having conquered the windows, you move on to cleaning the ceiling fan, with renewed strength, you tackle those blades, one by one.
Very obviously, there is a second benefit to the spring cleaning process which goes hand in hand with all of that bursting vigour; it is the exercise you're doing. Cleaning the carpet and rugs requires constant movement, not to mention arm and leg coordination. With all of that activity going on, you are bound to give your heart and lungs a good workout. The experts over at the Mayo Clinic point out that physical activity can help you ward off diseases such as Type II diabetes, osteoporosis and even certain types of cancer.
What happens when you exercise? You feel better and the vanity gods are begging me to say...you look better; which brings me to benefit number three. After all, you've built up quite a workout routine, one that would rival any celebrity DVD out there, and for you astute marketers out there, think of the unique branding possibilities: I’m not just a Toastmaster but a Spring Cleaning Fitness Guru too. We’ll need to work on that title.
From the vigorous window washing, precise yet intense ceiling fan blade cleaning, carpet and rug scouring, and knowing how much enjoyment you must have felt from those accomplishments, you probably meticulously cleaned the grout on your bathroom tiles with a toothbrush. By now, you must be looking as fit as Arnold Schwarzenegger or Madonna. Your spring cleaning efforts have borne fruit - you are looking better and dare I say it, younger. Who remembers that Oil of Olay commercial from 1989 with the military pilot and his former teacher? Well, if you don't, I will provide the gist. A striking woman walks through an aircraft hangar and is recognized by a pilot. With bravado, he tells her that "you were in my class." She replies with haughty sophistication, "I was your teacher." Now, wouldn't such an encounter feel great? It can happen...when you start spring cleaning.
A time honoured tradition, with deep historical roots, the spring cleaning ceremony is one to be taken on and entered into with great joy and expectation. The simple tasks of vacuuming, window washing, and dust bunny busting; will reap unimaginable rewards. I urge to you to make haste and not delay in throwing yourself with jubilant abandon into this ritual. Do the tango with your feather duster, run free with your vacuum, hop and skip with your broom. An invigorated, fit, more youthful you is just a sweep away.
Have you ever wondered how you'd feel if you'd just dust off that table? Reach up and sweep out those cobwebs in the ceiling? Run a powerful vacuum over those neglected tresses of carpet? Well, wonder no more. Today, I intend to convince you to embrace spring cleaning for all of the immense advantages it can provide.
Good afternoon Toastmaster Chair, Fellow Toastmasters and Most Welcome Guests.
With the winter season now in our rear-view mirrors, we embrace the signs of spring. The loss of that chill in the air, the growing brightness of the sun's rays, and the happy chirping of birds as they belt out their song.
In our society, springtime carries a certain obligation. We can no longer use the dark grey winter skies to mask the dust bunnies that grow wild in our laundry room, or ignore how the crystal in our dining room chandeliers has lost its sparkling lustre. Somehow, we sense it and we know. It's time to welcome the spring season with ritual cleaning.
Has anyone here ever quietly pondered where this ritual came from but was too afraid to ask? Ponder quietly in shame no more. According to Suite101.Com, one theory is that spring cleaning is thought to date back to the Jewish rite of Passover, with respect to families clearing out their households of any leavened bread in preparation for the holiday. Another theory is that it stems from the Persian New Year Celebration, whereby families clean everything in their homes - also known as "shaking the house."
I am here to tell you that spring cleaning need not be a dreaded, unglamorous chore. It can bring you great benefits. The first, you will feel invigorated. Imagine how virile you will feel after washing down those grimy windows, those very same windows which have taken a brutal assault from Old Man Winter. Having conquered the windows, you move on to cleaning the ceiling fan, with renewed strength, you tackle those blades, one by one.
Very obviously, there is a second benefit to the spring cleaning process which goes hand in hand with all of that bursting vigour; it is the exercise you're doing. Cleaning the carpet and rugs requires constant movement, not to mention arm and leg coordination. With all of that activity going on, you are bound to give your heart and lungs a good workout. The experts over at the Mayo Clinic point out that physical activity can help you ward off diseases such as Type II diabetes, osteoporosis and even certain types of cancer.
What happens when you exercise? You feel better and the vanity gods are begging me to say...you look better; which brings me to benefit number three. After all, you've built up quite a workout routine, one that would rival any celebrity DVD out there, and for you astute marketers out there, think of the unique branding possibilities: I’m not just a Toastmaster but a Spring Cleaning Fitness Guru too. We’ll need to work on that title.
From the vigorous window washing, precise yet intense ceiling fan blade cleaning, carpet and rug scouring, and knowing how much enjoyment you must have felt from those accomplishments, you probably meticulously cleaned the grout on your bathroom tiles with a toothbrush. By now, you must be looking as fit as Arnold Schwarzenegger or Madonna. Your spring cleaning efforts have borne fruit - you are looking better and dare I say it, younger. Who remembers that Oil of Olay commercial from 1989 with the military pilot and his former teacher? Well, if you don't, I will provide the gist. A striking woman walks through an aircraft hangar and is recognized by a pilot. With bravado, he tells her that "you were in my class." She replies with haughty sophistication, "I was your teacher." Now, wouldn't such an encounter feel great? It can happen...when you start spring cleaning.
A time honoured tradition, with deep historical roots, the spring cleaning ceremony is one to be taken on and entered into with great joy and expectation. The simple tasks of vacuuming, window washing, and dust bunny busting; will reap unimaginable rewards. I urge to you to make haste and not delay in throwing yourself with jubilant abandon into this ritual. Do the tango with your feather duster, run free with your vacuum, hop and skip with your broom. An invigorated, fit, more youthful you is just a sweep away.
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