bleh

Haven't blogged much lately I know. Honestly I haven't done much of anything lately. I have been opening and closing the same two art projects for over a week with almost no progress. My house is messy. My clothes need washing (not the ones I'm wearing! just in general). My dishes need doing. I need to paint the window at the salon because I need my hair done. I have only made one necklace (oh, I found a place that might sell my jewlery, more of the things I haven't blogged about). I have a video that's two weeks over due.

Mostly I've just been working out, then working, then making dinner (at least I'm still making half decent food) then reading on the hide-a-bed, then poking around at the computer without blogging, drawing or posting...then going to bed.

I dunno what's up...I'm not sleeping well (well I did last night, but I only got about 5 hours a night the rest of the week) and I think I'm fighting a cold. Surely that's not enough to drain me this badly? Guess it is.

I did go to the Alexisonfire concert on monday night with my cousin and her husband (and naturally my husband). That was pretty fun. I bought a tank top. I can't wear it though because as I mentioned I haven't done laundry yet and it REEKS of smoke. It was a dirty dirty dirty bar. Good show though.

Here's a little story before I go, it didn't cheer me up, but I know it will cheer you up...or gross you out. Well it made Cashier Girl laugh anyway.

I was lifeguarding today, as usual. There was this special needs man named Charlie. I don't know Charlie but the aid called him Charlie so that must be his name. Anyway, Charlie is a middle aged man, average to pudgy build with dark hair and a mustache and blue swim trunks. Blue unlined swimtrunks. Everything is just free in the swim trunks. So he gets out of the hot tub and starts walking to the slide and keeps pulling his shorts up (can you see where this is going?) Yeah he pulls them up so high that everything is hanging out the bottom of his shorts. Everything. I don't profess to be an expert, but I didn't know that balls could hang that low. I'm kind of scarred now, so I only feel better by scarring as many other people as I can to spread it around. *shudder*

He didn't even notice!

Sometime I'm going to write and indecent pool stories post...it might be kinda long though. Good night...hopefully I sleep.

Baby baby baby

So it's finally happened, my first good friend has had a baby while I've been around. So still so little, all red and veiny....but in a cute way. It was baby shower time at the church last night and of course we had to have a Fairy Princess Shower! (it has to be said in bold because it's so exciting.)

Anyway, here's a very unflattering picture of me holding the baby. My my...what a large nose I have.....anyway she was wearing this ridiculously poofy little dress so it was kinda hard to find the actual baby in it.


This is part of the room, we have butterflies and flowers and glass balls hanging from the ceiling and a castle on one wall.


And I took a picture of my present because it is sooooo cute, there were butterflies all over it.



Hmmmm, what else....ah yes, friday...friday was brutal....here are all the fun things that happened friday:

-My supervisor was in interviews all day leaving us with one less staff and one less kitchen.

-Cashier Girl was gone all morning...so we were down to two staff out of four.

-There were THREE work crews in. A bunch of tech guys, a bunch of ventilation guys and a locksmith...all milling around. Oh wait and later there were a bunch of people fiddling with the chemical controls. Plus my boss and his wife. Soooo claustrophobic.

-The deck was freezing and the offices were sweltering because the ventilation was being worked on.

-The computers and bank machine kept going offline becuase of the tech guys.

-Nothing happened from the locksmith, except he called me little girl....wierd.

-I had to rescue someone. You might say "gee, Hanna, I thought that was your job!" However I only have to jump in about once a year and it's usually becuase someone is retarded. Like on friday I was just telling the parents that the little boy needed an adult in the water with him when he fell of his innertube and started drowning. "And that's why!" I finished while holding him up in the water. Grrrrrr. They thought the nine year old was watching him. Brilliant plan.

-The hot tub went green. As in the water was bright green. And smelled funny. I have no idea why, I just shut it down and ran away because it was 5:00....you can't make me stay!

I am addicted to Project Runway

And I don't care who knows it! I downloaded and watched all of season 1 last week...and I just got almost all caught up on the current season so I can watch it on TV. Huge gaps are missing in season two though, which is sad.

For those of you who don't know, Project Runway is a reality/contest show for fashion designers. And it's really good, it's not just like DRAMA reality show, it's an actual contest. I want to be a fashion designer!

Sadly I cannot sew. Well...I kind of can. I did make curtains a few years back.

So my solution is I'm going to make doll clothes...how much sewing can that take, right? Hot glue anyone? I've been looking at these very amusing sites where they restyle fashion dolls (like barbies) and make cute clothes for them. I'm going thrift store hunting this weekend. It will be great. Or maybe I will suck and they will look like crap. In my head though, they look really great. (here's a link so you can see what I mean: One and Only Dolls)

Sadly what I really want is one of these: Dollfie. Craig agrees they are pretty but says I will never own one. Anyone got $1000 so that I can have a very pretty and slightly creepy japanese doll? Arrgh, I want one sooooo bad. I need to work on that lottery thing.

Wow. This post was just in case you didn't know what a strange person I am.

Fishing

I should start by saying that I do not fish. I can cook fish. I very much enjoy the eating of the fish. The actual catching I leave to others. I like to hang out in the boat and read and nap. That's a good day of fishing for me.

So yeah, good friends of ours were camping/fishing nearby with thier parents so we popped over to hang out and sleep in a windy tent for a couple nights. Mmmmm, very excited about my nonrattling bedroom tonight.

Craig the mighty fisherman:


Dinner:


My new friend:

A picture's worth a thousand words?

I don't have much to say today...so here's some pretty things to look at.

Um so Kait (katya) was up this weekend and we dressed up and took pictures....um because that's what we do. So here's me:




...And here's Kait:




Here's a doodle I did for a girl on EE:



Last but not least, this is the postcard I'm working on for selfpromotional purposes...what should be in the background? What? I was going to do autumn leaves and such but I really like the simple colour scheme...so now I dunno:

How old am I?

So I was lifeguarding yesterday as usual, when this kid comes up to me. He was about 12. Maybe a big ten or a small 14, I can never tell.

He says to me "How old are you?"

"25" (close enough, I will be in a month)

"Oh" and he starts walking away.

"Why.........do you want to know?"

"Oh...well I thought you were in your teens still" And walks away.

I am completely baffled. Was this kid going to hit on me? He comes up to my shoulder so even if I was half my age he still wouldn't have had a hope.

This is third time this summer that someone has guessed me to be a teenager. I have no idea why. I'm not petite, it's not like I wear young clothes (or that they would know, because I'm in uniform). And none of these times was I wearing pigtails. Do I really look like a teenager? I hope not, I wasn't as cute then as I am now. Perhaps it's the fault of the beauty industry. I whiten my teeth, dye my hair and use all sorts of great skincare products....maybe they really did take ten years off my age like they said!

Of course when I was 12 everyone thought I was 16 so maybe I've just looked the same age for 9 years. Well, here's hoping it keeps up for a couple more decades, although I really wouldn't mind if people thought I was 25...I'm in the prime of my life here! (the prime of my life has been consistently changing for years, but I'm positive this is it!)

A related story, for your amusement:
When I was 18 and teaching lessons, I taught this one kid who was 13. He was about a foot taller than me and liked to come right up to me, loom over me, and say in a suave voice "So, got any plans for tonight?" Who hits on their swimming teacher? Who hits on a girl 5 years older? What 13 year old is over 6 feet? I said "Seriously? Go swim laps!"