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Wednesday, June 30, 2004




My sister is far too cute for her own good, sometimes.

posted by Pixie at 1:17 PM




Tuesday, June 29, 2004


<bitching>
I'm hot, and tired of packing, and a hammock of approximately 35 stuffed animals (including several solid headed dolls) just fell on my head.

My life is hard.
</bitching>

PS: Check out my two fabulous new links. Haley's Summer Adventures - Wreckreation Technician - and Richard from Capoeira's amazing art - Richard Tosczak.com. Good little lemmings. I appreciate it. So do they.

posted by Pixie at 9:20 PM




Sunday, June 27, 2004


The past three days have been just wonderful in my world. *sigh* Thanks to the many people who have made those days fabulous.
Star, for Capoeira, listening to me gush, poking me in the right direction (on many different occasions), and the fun of a girls night out.
Myrna, for dancing in the parking lot, innuendo, coffee, and a really big sword *wink*
Aria and Cassandra, for laughs, and tickles, and flying hugs, and airplanes, and making me smile over and over again.
Dan, for driving me around (with only a little grumping), helping move large heavy objects, and talking like we used to.
Steph, for Sondheim, and deep conversations about life, the universe, and everything.
David, for trying so hard to get to Capoeira, absoultely surreal moments, and that dancing-on-air-happy-feeling.
Eric, for love, hugs, and soft warm words.
The Capoeistras, for singing, and clapping, and music, and laughter, for excercise, and sunshine, and community.
Sharon, for making me feel wanted again, and finally explaining what was going on.
Diana, for competitions involving wet towels, volcanoes, and moving bookcases.
and
Haley, for being so understanding when I cancelled our dancing plans Friday night.

I love you all so very much, and am thankful that you are all a part of my life. Here's to hoping the next couple of days live up to these ones...





posted by Pixie at 2:13 AM




Tuesday, June 22, 2004


Poor pharmacy student at the drugstore today. She asks me, "Have you been here before?" I sigh, roll my eyes, "Yea..." She pulls up my file, her eyes go wide. Not suprising considering how many times I've been in there recently (and in the past) for my drugs. *sigh* Speaking of which, I have a new one to add to my every-growing list - Synthroid. I know, very exciting. My life is just one big party after another.

On the plus side, had a fabulously fun time driving around running errands with my Mum this afternoon. It was amusing. I told her my theory on why I will be single forever, and talked about other random things.

Next ultrasound is scheduled for Thursday. Gods, I'm getting sick of doctor's offices and the such. And the end is, likely, nowhere in sight.

Oh, but speaking of sight - I'm testing out a pair of 'Night and Day' contacts this month. Tres excitant! I woke up this morning, and the room was actually in focus. It was so wierd. But kind of cool too. But it's only the first day, so we'll see how it works out.

Updates on the above situations to follow, but only if anything intresting happens. Doubtful, but possible I suppose.

posted by Pixie at 3:41 PM




Monday, June 21, 2004


Harsh Reality: I cannot iron.
Proof: I managed to melt my father's gorgeous brown dress shirt, while trying to iron it, before I returned it to him.
Consequences: I'm not sure... I guess, I'm doomed to a life of wrinkly clothes.
Token Silver Lining: Really, really can't come up with one here.



posted by Pixie at 8:18 PM




Sunday, June 20, 2004


Harsh reality: I will never be able to be involved in a profession that involves horses.
Proof: Merely trying to help in moving of horse manure from a large pile into our trailer, to be used as fertilizer, has caused my face to be covered in red splotches (the painful sort), my eyes to get itchy, my stomach to get nauseous, my head to hurt, and my nose to run (and thusly cause sneezing). I feel miserable. Come on Benadryl, please kick in quickly.
Consequences: There goes horse racing, circus performer, farmer, and many others off my list of "Things To Do When I Grow Up."
Token Silver Lining: I have a little sister who is willing to fill in for my babysitting jobs, in an emergency, even when she has a PAT exam the next morning. I love my sister sometimes.

Going to lie on the couch feeling ill now...


posted by Pixie at 3:42 PM




Thursday, June 17, 2004


The scene:
Edmonton-Sherwood Park's all candidates political forum. Pixie has just made a comment that "Yes, in fact, it is important to gays and lesbians that their "unions" be legally allowed to be called marriages. CrazyMan, I'm talking to disagrees...

"Yes, well I'd like to be called a Ph.D but I'm afraid I just don't meet the qualifications."

Pixie stares dumbfounded, jaw scraping the ground.

"What!?!?! Are you suggesting that people should have to go school to prove that they're gay now!?!?!"

Later, on the drive home, Dan comments: "You know, the perfect response in hindsight would have been - 'So would you support federally funding for 'gay school' then?'"

I laughed, I cried, I didn't vote Conservative.

posted by Pixie at 8:35 PM




Wednesday, June 16, 2004


I have got to stop watching romantice movies, late at night, by myself. I ought to watch horror movies or something. But even they have romantice sub-plots. Even they would point out the gaping void, that is my love life.

There's no escaping it. Everywhere I turn, there it is - LOVE. What's that old saying, "Water, water, everywhere, but never a drop to spare"? Yea, life in a nutshell. Everyone has love. Everyone but this little Pixie. *sigh*

I hereby swear off watching romantic movies by myself, or even with others, unless the sole purpose of said viewing is to a mock a certain actor or actress. Night then...

posted by Pixie at 12:22 AM




Tuesday, June 15, 2004


Wanted: Home for one (1) blue, fuzzy poodle stuffed animal.
Brand new, never been hugged.
Baby-friendly, and sure to get along with any other stuffed animals that may already reside in your home.
House trained, and very quiet - it'll never wake up your neighbours.
Free to a good home, that promises to love it in the way that it's previous owner never could.
Contact Pixie.
***
Also available, a singing, dancing flower.
Comes with own pot, and repetoire of one song (Build Me Up Buttercup.)
Not quiet, but make you laugh. If you're the kind of person who laughs at those creepy singing fish.
Willing to dance along to your radio, or suprise random people walking by as it leaps into motion.
Contact Pixie. ***SOLD***



posted by Pixie at 3:51 PM






And 'Lo, the morning cometh -- I hate mornings. Everything about them. The part where I have to wake up, the part where I can't see properly because my contacts aren't adjusted yet (G'luck with the eye zapping Shades. I must say, I'm awful jealous, right about now,) the part where people expect me to eat something, the part where people are chipper and happy and blargh. I hate mornings.

I'm just not a morning person, you know? I like dark nights, the quiet that comes when people have gone to bed, the stars, the emptyness, the void. I like that. This whole awake, sunny, happy-to-be-alive crap just rubs me the wrong way. As Puss said so well, "I don't /do/ mornings."

Okay, I'll stop ranting now and try and come up with a better topic. Problem is, I'm still asleep and therefor cannot think so well. But I will try... *insert 5 minutes of Pixie staring at her screen to no avail* Kay, fine, I'll just stop talking now. Maybe I can go find something to lean against and sleep until classes start.

Mornings should die.

posted by Pixie at 7:13 AM




Friday, June 11, 2004


People I Wish Had Weblogs - A list by Pixie
  1. Eric Finley
  2. Wally
  3. George W. Bush ("Bombed another innocent country today. The doctor says that it is entirely possible that I have a severe case of testosterone poisoning.")
  4. Eric Atkinson
  5. Bailey (I miss reading about her life)
  6. Bobby (aka Frank Komodo)
  7. Marion
  8. Stalker Boy (For the sheer amusement value)
  9. Shaena
  10. The Queen of England ("Tues: Had crumpets with tea today. Wed: All out of crumpets. Botheration. New freaky looking dog though, so it's a superb world.")
  11. Any/all of my siblings
  12. Josh (Yes, the character from West Wing. I love him.)
  13. Britney Spears ("Got a manicure today, and brushed my hair. I'm so fabulous. Expect to sleep with backup dancer #7 tonight. So far, #'s 1 3 and 5 are just great.")
  14. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen
  15. The Barb



posted by Pixie at 8:52 PM




Thursday, June 10, 2004


Stupid vampires. Taking my blood, making my arms hurt. *insert sad/grumpy face here*

posted by Pixie at 9:03 AM




Wednesday, June 09, 2004


So if you care to find me,
Look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately,
"Everyone deserves a chance to fly."
And if I'm flying solo,
at least I'm flying free.
(Wicked)


posted by Pixie at 3:34 PM






Meme...
How much of your body is geek friendly? See if you can type your name with your:

NOSE pxie
ELBOW pixire
TONGUE pixie
CHIN p[ixie
FEET pixie
EYES CLOSED AND ONE FINGER pixir
BACK OF HAND p[ikxoe
PALM pixcier
MOUSE pix0i5e
WRIST p;ikdxcilkre

posted by Pixie at 2:57 PM




Saturday, June 05, 2004


I might just be the luckiest person in the world, when it comes to my friends.

Thank you Starlin'. Thank you Eric. And thank you to everyone else who was involved in the grandios conspiracy. I love you all for what you did.

I'll write more tommorow. Now, I need to go sleep desperately...

posted by Pixie at 11:00 PM




Friday, June 04, 2004


I am having a remarkably good morning. Despite having to get up insanely early, the world is a good place. It's warm, and sunny, and I got to take care of two of my favourite little kids today. Keandra and Kyle. They are such sweeties. They live just down the street from me, and their parents both work shift work. So everyone once in a while, when the shifts overlap, I go over take care of the morning stuff. I wake them up, get them dressed, make them breakfast, do Keandra's hair, and get their bags ready. Occasionally, when they are being fantastic, we end up with lots of spare time before it's time to catch the bus, like today, so we go outside and play tag and hide-n-seek, and it's much fun. They're just such cuties. Plus, they help to fill my little kid fix (right Laura?) that I haven't been getting, what with my niecelets being away in Winnipeg.

Anyways, I'm warm, and happy, and awake, and all sorts of other goodness. Here's to hoping that the day stays this good. It's my sister's grade 9 farewell this afternoon, and then another show tonight. *contented sigh* Mmm, good world.

PS: There are still tickets left for Saturday night guys. Come see the show. It's fabulous, dah-lings. Just see what Shades had to say about it....

posted by Pixie at 7:54 AM




Thursday, June 03, 2004


Oh, my god! Tonight's show was absolutely amazing!!!! I mean, wow. What an opening night! Everything was perfect, everyone had energy, the audience laughed - they laughed! - and the cast just was feeding on that energy. Fantabulous!! Once I got over the dying of nervous-ness, it was just so much fun. I can't believe how great it felt. Everything was just so on. And they laughed at my favourite joke: "In two thousand years there has been one resurrection and it wasn't a theater!"

*blissful sigh of happiness* I needed tonight. I needed to be reminded why I do this. Why I love this. Why this is my life. I needed that applause, and the congratulations, and the affirmations that I did well. I needed it. And maybe that's selfish, and egocentrical, but I so don't care right now. I'm on cloud nine.

Thanks to my friends who came to watch, and my castmates who kick ass. Thanks to Marion, and thanks to Gershwin. But mostly, thanks to everyone who said that I could do this when I thought that I couldn't. I love you all. I love the world right now. I could just... sing. Except that my throat is sore from doing that excessively tonight, so I think I'll just sit here quietly and be happy.

Thank you, world, for tonight.

posted by Pixie at 9:38 PM




Tuesday, June 01, 2004


The sun had set hours ago, and the darkness had slowly crept across the sky, erasing all traces of light. The moon glowed bright against the night, but that was all. It was if someone had erased the stars from the sky. Hidden them away, out of sight, so those lost would never be able to find their way home. The spots where the stars should have been seemed somewhat darker than the rest of the sky. Incomplete voids, waiting for something to return.

Then, in the corner of the sky a brief flicker of light. One star that had managed to escape it's opressor, and shine, if only for a moment, for all to see. One star, with the strength to fight back, the courage to be different, and knowing that it's light was too important to be hidden.

And the small girl lost in the forest, saw that light, and was comforted in knowing that the stars still existed. They were just waiting, biding their time to return. She knew then, that whether or not the stars were visible to her, they would always guide her safely home. No matter how dark the night became.

posted by Pixie at 9:55 PM