Have you ever....

I borrowed this from Kiwords (This is the first time I've tried to link to another blog... I can't make it work, I'm sorry...)

All of the things that I have done... I hope that I am kind of interesting...

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain.
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone.
08. Said “I love you and meant it!
09. Hugged a tree. In Mexico... it was a magical tree of some sort
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game I saw the Blazers win the Memorial Cup at home!!!
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables.
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon.
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Drunk champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster I rode my first roller coaster this year in Las Vegas. It scared the life out of me.
35. Scored a winning goal
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day How about a whole new personality - name and everything - for a night. It does help if you let all your friends know that a couple of you are doing this, but hey...
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment I feel very happy about my life most of the time...
39. Visited all 5 continents
40. Taken care of someone who was drunk
41. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
42. Watched wild whales
43. Stolen a sign
44. Backpacked
45. Taken a road-trip
46. Gone rock climbing
48. Midnight walk on the beach
49. Gone sky diving
50. Taken a train through Europe
51. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love.
52. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table, and had a meal with them
53. Milked a cow
54. Alphabetized your CDs
55. Sung karaoke
56. Lounged around in bed all day.
57. Gone scuba diving
58. Kissed in the rain
59. Gone to a drive-in theatre
60. Started a business
61. Taken a martial arts class
62. Been in a movie
63. Crashed a party
Edited!! 64. Gone without food for 5 days When I was little, I had a bad bout with appendicits/peritonitis and I didn't eat for over a week. I think I almost died.
65. Gotten a tattoo
66. Got flowers for no reason
67. Performed on stage
68. Been to Las Vegas
69. Recorded music
70. Eaten shark
71. Buried one/both of your parents.
72. Been on a cruise ship
73. Spoken more than one language fluently
74. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
75. Walked a famous bridge. I've walked the real London Bridge
76. Had plastic surgery - Does it count if it's on your toe?
77. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.
78. Wrote articles for a large publication
77. Tried to lose weight seriously.
79. Piloted an airplane
80. Petted a stingray
81. Broken someone’s heart
82. Broken a bone I actually haven't broken a bone, but I have a few hairline fractures... Apprently riding horses and rollerblading are not safe activities...
83. Eaten sushi Unfortunately
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Parasailed
86. Skipped all your school reunions
87. Shaved your head
88. Caused a car accident
89. Pretended to be “sick”
90. Swam in the Pacific Ocean
91. Saved someone’s life.
92. Fainted so many times I can't even count them all
93. Been in the room while someone is giving birth
94. Hitchhiked
95. Adopted a child.
96. Been caught daydreaming
97. Been to the Painted Desert
98. Called off a wedding engagement
99. Donated your blood.
100. Become a follower of Jesus Christ

So, it looks like I might be just a little bit interesting after all

Let's call today Wednesday

So it looks like we have a new kitten. I don't think we're going to call her Mittens anymore though. It's too close to one of the big guys nicknames and I don't want to steal it from him. Yes, I'm having cat guilt. I feel bad for him. He's been the one and only for so long and now there's going to be competition. I hope that I can transition the new kitten into the house with a minimum of stress on him. It's going to be hard, but I guess I'm going to start tonight. We haven't even had one call or anything about the poor little girl. I don't know what else I can do. Someone is missing their kitten.

On a different note... last night was a super fantabulous whooping of a hockey game. It's been years since we've seen a game like that. My hands hurt from the clapping and my voice was croaky from all the cheering. Just like the old days. Many goals, fights, crazy opposing players. It was awsome. It's a good time to be a fan again :)

Bet you thought I wasn't coming back...

But here I am!!!

No luck on finding Miss Mittens' home yet. I toured her around to a couple of vet clinics at lunch time and she doesn't have a chip or a tattoo, and no one has recognized her yet. I called the radio stations and put ads in the paper, and I'm making a poster, so maybe I will find her people yet.

I would be so sad if it was my kitty who was missing and the people who found her didn't make the most effort to get him home to me. I feel a little teary just thinking about it.

She's really sweet, and if it comes down to it, I wouldn't mind keeping her, but I'm worried about how it will affect the big guy. He's pretty sensitive and I don't want him to think that we don't love him anymore.

Wish me luck! Hopefully we can find Miss Mittens' way home!!!

So I'm A Liar (plus! New Kitten!)

A big fat liar. I didn't even get two extra posts done yesterday, so I'm retracting what I said. The first post (yeah, the one that didn't count?), it counts now. So that was Saturday. The next one, that was Sunday.* This one here - this is Monday. Later will come Tuesday and we'll be all back to good.

So we have an adopt-a-kitten living in our garage right now. I want to keep her forever and ever and she can be mine and I will love her. I've named her Mittens and she is adorable!!! However, she is stressing out the big guy and she's not even been in the house yet. I keep telling him that I love him best, but I don't think he beleives me.

She's so cute though. She's little and black and white and has four white socks. She's very sweet and friendly and wants to sit in your lap and climb on you and rub on you. I'm trying very hard to find her owner, because she is obviously well loved, but I'm afraid that she was lost (or dumped) from a travelling vehicle. I'm taking her to the vet at lunch to see if she has a chip, in case she's from far away. I want to find her home, because I know if it was me, I would be devatstated to lose my kitty, but at the same time, in the back of my mind, I want to keep her.

*Shush. I know it's called "Hi, It's Saturday" but whatever. It works for me.

Hi, It`s Saturday!!!!

So November, for me, is going to be `Get in Shape` month for me. I know. How boring, you`re thinking. But I need to write it down so that I actually pay attention to myself and get a move on. Literally.

Sunday is the big start day. I don`t know why it`s so hard to start something like this mid-week, but it is. So Sunday`s the big day. I have a hockey game, so that`ll get me out of the house and doing some exercise.

Monday, I`ll do a big grocery shop for lots of healthy veggies and fruit, and make myself stop eating things like tacos and chicken nuggets. Blech. Also, back to the gym, and getting myself and W. out walking in the evening.

It all starts Sunday. So wish me luck. I don`t want to look like a big fat blob in the Christmas pictures....

Um, Ooops

I forgot. I forgot all about this darn site all weekend. I didn`t update on Saturday or Sunday and I am slapping my own hand for it.

Today, I will post three times to make up for my horrible lack of weekend posting. This post, my grovelling, so sorry, I am a forgetful moron post, doesn`t count.

SNOW!

It snowed yesterday!!! The first snow of the year... my favorite. It started in the morning around 11 and carried on all day until dinner time.

Unfortunately, it appears as if the snow has brought along his not so pretty friend. Sick. I knew it was coming, and today it's here. My head aches and I can't breathe. Coughing, sore throat, sniffling... yuck. Sick sucks.

I've been here less than an hour and I'm already considering going home.

Right now....

There is a cowboy out my window.

You might this that I'm making this up. But it's true.




It's also true that I kept typing winder instead of window. Welcome to hillbilly land.

Jumping...

...on the Love Thursday bandwagon.

Love this week for me is finally (Finally!) moving into our very first home. It's brand spanking new and beautiful. I get that warm, shivery feeling every time I drive up the driveway and walk through the front door.

Ours! It's all ours and I love it!!!

Eeek!

I've not been brave enough to put this not so spectacular excuse for a blog out there for the world to see yet. However, I think that the NaBloPoMo is an awesome idea for someone like me. Someone not so good at posting daily, or even monthly for that matter. So I'm joining in, without joining in. I'm not putting myself out there on the official list, but I'm going to do my very best to blog once a day.

So, Hi! Welcome to If Wishes Were Ponies.... I hope that you can find something in my writing to entertain you a little bit and maybe keep you coming back.

Or, at the very least, keep you from screaming in terror and running as fast as you can in the other direction.

Owie

I'm getting old. Every day I have a new ache or a new pain, and what a pain that is. Ha Ha.

Seriously, today my list of complaints sits at:
1 sore neck
1 headache (could be caused by either the sore neck or the 50 gazillion things I have on my desk today)
1 sore rib/ab muscle
1 sore lower back (darn pesky slipped disk)
1 sorish knee

Oh, and also. Shrinking. I'm shrinking at 30 years old.

Now, maybe some of these can be contributed to the nasty smacking I got in hockey on Monday night. (No ones fault, unless skating with your head down in hockey is a no-no. Oh, it is? Huh, learn something new every day).

Anyways, I'm pretty sure the sore neck/knee/ab-rib thing is hockey's fault. But the others, the slipped disk and the sore neck and the shrinking. The pesky, pesky shrinking. Soley the fault of being old, decrepit, and crooked. (Did I say old? Yes. Old.)

Cold!

I think that Fall is here. I know! I know... September 22 or whatever, but up until this weekend, it's kind of felt like Summer was really never going to end.

But, it finally did and it was perfect.

The air was crisp and cold, with that hint of wood smoke. The leaves were at the perfect stage, most of them still on the trees, but enough on the ground to make a wonderful yellow blanket on the trail. We were bundled up in our fleece and down and gloves and it was wonderful.

We rode for a couple hours. The horses were frisky, and you could see their breath puffing out in front of them. Never an ear dropped - it was cool enough and there was enough of a breeze that they were looking, looking, looking the whole time.

And the wine, oh, the wine. What better way to spend a day than riding a group of gorgeous horses and ending up at a winery for a tasting, and of course a buying, and then riding back home for a yummy fall dinner.

It just doesn't get better than this.

Goon

Interference. #18 Green.

That's me! A penalty in my first game of the season. I have only gotten one other penalty in my whole hockey career. (Shush out there! Three years does make a career.) That penalty wasn't even me. I didn't do it, officer, wasn't me :)

This one was most certainly was though. And I didn't really even feel that bad.

For the first game of the season, I felt really good. I won a good majority of my face-offs, I had numerous shots on goal, my legs felt good. No goals, no points, but the potential might be there....

(Gets up in the face of anonymous internet reader)... What? You don't think so? Wanna make something of it? Huh? Huh? Come on... (Throws stick and gloves on the ice) Let's go....

(Whistle blows) Roughing. #18 Green.

That's me. Goon.

Catching my breath

It was all I could do this morning to drag my sorry butt out of bed. While I stood in the shower, I thought "whew, last day this week - tomorrow I can sleep in". I drank an extra cup of coffee to get me going.

I'm out of energy. Usually Fall is the time of year where I recharge and relax. This year, it doesn't seem to be that way. The combination of W.'s operation and subsequent recovery, the new house and all the stress that comes with that, and pure freaking insanity at work, the recharge hasn't come yet. I think in part it's that I didn't get the usual breaks over the summer.

Only one horse show, no vacations. It makes it really hard. The only time I took off work, was spent in the hospital with W. I'm so glad I could be there with him, but relaxing and rejuvenating, it wasn't. I haven't been to the gym in a month. I've been riding 4 times in that month. Thank god hockey has started and I'll get in some scheduled exercise.

It doesn't look like that rest is coming for a while yet. We (and here I mean, I) are in the throes of getting this house business all together. It's calling lawyers, real estate agents, insurance companies, mortgage brokers. It's shopping for furniture (fun right? ha!) which is stress in itself. Green or Brown? Matching set, or different patterns? Bedroom set, or just bed and night tables. It's just keeping our apartment tidy and the dishes done. I'm doing this all on top of trying to keep it together in a really stressful and busy time of year at work.

Rainy Days

It's raining today. It's one of those grey, bleary, cool, windy days that makes me feel like curling up inside with a book and a fleecy blanket in a chair by the window. I like to watch the rain. I like the smell and I like the gloomyness. Sometimes, when it's sunny here for weeks or months on end, I wish that it would cloud over and rain. And when it finally does, I'm so disappointed when it ends. I find myself hoping that it goes on and on. There's something about rain that makes me feel happy.

Now I'm not saying that I don't enjoy a good blue sky, sunny, warm day as much as anyone else. It's just that once in a while, a good rain is what we all need.

One tired pony

I almost called in tired today. I had so intended to go to bed at a decent time last night, but as usual, it was after 11:30 pm when I finally climbed into bed, and after midnight when I finally put my book down. The rest of the night went a little something like this:

12:31 am - I'm cold. Pull the blankets up a little more

1:36 am - Still cold, still awake. Glare at W and the cat who are both sound asleep

2:15 am - Status check - Awake. Look at the clock and groan. Only 4 more hours until the alarm goes off. At least it's still dark out.

3:09 am - The cat is playing in the bathroom.

3:59 am - Stuff my head under the pillow and swear not to look at the clock anymore.

4:16 am - Oops. Looked at it again

4:20 am - And again.

4:32 am - For goodness sakes! Stop looking at the clock!!

5:something am - ZZZzzzzzz... Finally!

5:55 am - W gets up for medicine. GRRRRRRRR. Think about smothering someone with my pillow. Consider self as good option. Might get some sleep that way.

6:35 am - Dammit - there's the alarm. Hit snooze. Fall asleep immedidately.

6:44 am - What's that! Oh, alarm again. Snooze. Back to sleep.

6:53 am - Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Trying to get some sleep here.

7:02 am - Hey alarm clock? Trying to get some sleep here. Stop waking me up.

7:11 am - PANIC!!!!! Supposed to be at work in 20 minutes!!!!!

Hello Coffee... you are my new bestest friend.

Charmed... not so much

I can't wrap my mind around things, focus, concentrate. I'm feeling scattered. I need a vacation. A week on a sunny beach. A week with blue sky and bluer water and something cold and slushy in hand.

Ahhh, just the thought makes my shoulders relax and my mind clear, just a little, for just a moment. But it's there.

The fun is not for us this year. The world is swirling with all the trips and shows and excitement, and we can't be part of any of it. We've had our share in the past but it just feels like we're due. Can't it just be our turn again?

Where did all that luck go... I could use some about now.

Caution: Sucky Week Ahead

So it's finally here. The week where W. goes into the hospital to have part of his lung removed. It's still kind of surreal - almost so that I find it hard to really believe that it's happening.

I'm somewhat of mixed emotions on this whole process. Obviously I'm worried out of my mind about the whole cancer/surgery/hospital part of it. That part of me is sympathetic and concerned and worried. But this other crazy part of me is almost resentful. Isn't he supposed to be the strong one, the healthy one?

I hate the whole business and I can't wait for it to be over so we can go back to our normal lives. I'm not good with being the care-taker, the nurturer. It goes against all my instincts and it makes me uncomfortable. It's really hard for me to deal with this.

If this was a real fire, you'd be dead by now!

So we're sitting there after work, drinking a lovely, cold glass of wine (oh, how I love you wine....) when all of a sudden the fire alarm goes off. So we sit there for a minute, have another sip or two and look at each other. I ponder outloud, "I wonder if that's our fire alarm from the heat or if it's the building alarm?". Off the couch we get, W. checks the fire alarm, while I check the hallway (quick note: I did remember to touch the door to see if it was hot before I opened it - points for me!!! Yay!). Sure enough, it was the building alarm.

We jump into action, "Where's the cat?" I yell as I'm digging through the junk drawer looking for his (small dog size) harness. W. runs into the bedroom where the cat is hiding under the bed. First sign of strange noise, he immediately runs under the bed. I try and grab him from one side and he slithers away from me. W. tries from the other, succeeds for a minute, but the cat slithers out of his grip too and runs for the living room.

"Shut the door so he can't get back in there!", as I dash to the living room. The cat's hiding behind the chair. Then he makes the mad dash behind the couch. Finally I get him cornered behind the entertainment stand. I'm a little stressed by now and my hands are shaking, so I'm having a bit of trouble getting the harness done up, the fur keeps getting stuck and I can't get it done up.

"If this was a real fire, you'd be dead by now!" W. yells from the other side of the TV. Thanks, that's really lowering my stress level.

Finally, I get the harness on the cat and we head out the door. "Grab my purse and the keys". Why we need keys to get back into the building which may burn down, I don't know. Not to mention the fact that we didn't even lock the door.

We get into the hallway, and the cat freaks out from the louder noise. He's so scared that he has a little accident as we're walking down the stairs. Poor guy :(

Finally we get outside and onto the grass across from the building. We sit down and the cat lays there and moans his sad, pitiful little moans. Then the firetrucks pull up. And the fun starts anew. He leaps around a bit, tries to get off his harness and we end up at the bottom of the hill sitting on our neighbours back porch. The cat finally made himself comfy under my legs and we sat there waiting for the firemen to give the all clear.

By this point we figured that it wasn't anything real serious, as half the firemen stayed in the trucks and only a couple went inside. We sat there thinking of all the things inside that maybe we should have grabbed, like the wedding pictures and a few other things.

Then suddenly I remember my wine! "What if the firemen drink my wine????"

Once we got the all clear and got the cat back in the house, that was the first thing I checked. And no, the firemen didn't drink my wine. Thank goodness.

OMG Sucktastical blogging ahead!

Hey y'all.... here's a mix-mash ramble of a blog for the entertainment of no-one! Just me! I'm writing here to entertain myself and wooooo-baby is it ever fun!

Let talk about the Protron-Neutron-Electron dance! Do the Neutron dance. Anyone remember that song? Is it really a song? Who knows, somewhere from in the back of my brain which holds waaaay too much useless trivia bounced out this song yesterday. From there we took it just a few steps farther than necessary and made up some dances. Yep, two 30 year old grown adults doing the Proton-Neutron-Electron dances, which mostly consist of arm waving and wierd facial expressions.

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That was exciting. Wanna talk about the cat now? Come on, you know you want to! What's a good blog without some cat talk. The cat in question, we'll call him Mr. B. is a big fat black monster of a cat. He's a chicken walking around in fur though. Such a scaredy cat, but anyways. I guess that's all I have to say about the cat now. Again, super-sucktastical.

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What??? You're still here??? A sucker for punishment you are. I used to be a good writer and I used to be funny, but now.... well, this what you get. Obviously I need more practice, so I'm making it my goal, no, my MISSION, to make this website a little more fun, a little more fantastical and a little more current.

Shall we see how I do?