150. Poker Night with the Boys

We were playing poker tonight, with actual buy ins, so it was a little more of an actual game than the usual. I had three coolers, I was feeling it a fair bit, but I still did rather well. It came down to myself and one of the guys. I hadn’t been short stack more than once all night, and I was probably only overtaken once or twice, but only for a couple hands. I was doing really well. Then it came down to a really nice hand. I thought I was good to go, but then the other guy pulled out quad Kings on the River. I was ticked. It all went downhill after that. I still came in second though, so I wasn’t out any money. Four hours of entertainment with only the possibility of loosing $20, not bad if I do say so myself.

Now I have to go to bed because I tend to get all down on myself when I drink and then sober up before going to bed. Right now I’m re-thinking just about everything in my life and it’s starting to scare me. I want to go to Ottawa, but I want to stay here too. It’s a bad mental place to be in when you just can’t make up your damned mind.

-Cheers folks.

149. Because I don’t have enough hobbies

I’m a knitter, but I’m also a sewer. I’ve made a couple dresses and shirts and things from patterns, but one of the things that I really like to do it make things from scratch with no pattern but an idea in my head. Today, that came out as a case for my camera. It’s not done yet due to mom and I going out for supper, groceries, visiting Nanny and Grampy, and then watching “Walk the Line”. I always forget just how much I love the classic singers. Johnny Cash was great, and I can’t believe it was 6 years ago that he died. Seems like just yesterday.

That’s it for tonight, going out with Mom and Nanny for a girls day of shopping tomorrow. And I’m flipping exhausted. I didn’t get any work done on the podcast today. I need a desk to set up my stuff on so that I am more likely to work on it. All things to note for when I get my own place.

-Cheers folks!

148. Work, then better work.

My day job is in a Consulting Engineering firm. My night job is as a Producer/editor/musical director of a knitting podcast that is only about 15 or 20% knitting content, which reaches about 30,000 people with every episode. One I get paid fairly well and it goes into my bank account. The other gets me yarn and other fun hand made stuff. Which one do you think I like more? The one that tries to suck my creative soul out through my eye sockets, or the one that leaves me with a split side from laughing so much?

How can I turn my night job into a full day job? Oh right, go to University, study hard, work in my labs even harder, and enjoy every minute of it. It’s been over a year since I graduated and I have only gotten the occasional paying gig with my education. Time to leave the province that is (currently, but hopefully not for long) run by a PC close minded-trampoline jumping-seemingly nice guy-with bad ideas of governing Premier, and go to a Liberal province.

Hello Ontario, I’m Gwen. I’m going to be your new best friend.

-Cheers folks!

147. Mine in Guiding

I know that a fair number of my blog posts are about Guiding, but it’s one of the things in my life that I value very highly. Tonight was our District Advancement, where the girls in their last year of one level get their pins and move up to the next level. I don’t have any pictures from tonight, not because I didn’t have my camera, but because I was the ranking leader with my Brownie group, so I had to do the pinning and all that jazz. I got a Bronze Unit Guider award tonight, I also got a card and a little gift from the leaders seeing as I' wont be back next year. I’m hoping to find a group to work with in Ottawa, especially since it will be 100 years in 2010! I’m going to miss my district, being with mostly the same people for 15 years, it will be hard to part with them. My Brown Owl, and my guiders from when I was a younger girl member are still leaders with the District, and they were there tonight. MY Brown Owl made a comment that she had been my leader, and I asked her how long ago it was (with a sarcastic tone), to which she replied “Oh god, I feel old now.”

-Cheers folks!

146. Someone stole May.

Who did it? I know you’re out there. Whoever you are, I just want May back. My life turned upside down the second last day in April, and now May has just shot by. So much stuff went on, and there’s still so much to do. The next four weeks are probably going to fly by though, that’s just my luck. I never have enough time when I’ve got lots to do, and I have too much time when there is nothing that needs to be done. String theory and Relativity. They don’t make sense.

-Cheers folks!