Still Here …

Hi (those of you who still read this) …

I’m sorry for the lack of blogging lately. (Yeah, yeah – what else is new, right?)

And as if I needed yet another reason NOT to post anything … it’s going to be kind of busy for me at work for the next five weeks.

I will try my best to put something up between now and then, but if you don’t hear from me until early May … don’t say I didn’t warn you.

In the meantime, feel free to peruse my archives …

OR check out my semi-regular reviews on stuff ‘n junk here in Toronto, via Yelp.

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“Trippin’ ” Over Plannin’

Ah, it’s that time of year at my workplace –

Summer vacation request time.

I’m always ambiguous about this.

Mainly, I hate the fact that they ask in MARCH, because:

(1) Where I work, my fellow employees are currently trying to use the vacation days they currently do have – in this case, they gotta do it in 14 days (barring special permission some of them have to get to carry them forward).

(2) I don’t friggin’ know what I’ll be doing two weeks from now! How am I supposed to know WHEN – between April and October – I want to take vacation?

(3) I personally think they shouldn’t be asking until April.

But secretly, part of me likes this because:

(1) It gets my butt in gear to start seriously thinking about I DO want to do with my vacation days.

(2) This year, I am jonesing for travel – especially since I haven’t left Canada for two years.

(3) I just got my passport renewed in February. Which means those blank, money-scented pages are begging to be broken in and stamped.

Last fall, I vowed that I was going to take a trip this coming September. I’ve already paid a visit to a tour company for a lovely, full-colour brochure. And scribbling out my hypothetical itineraries on a notepad has already gotten me kind of excited.

To further add to the mix, some friends of mine are thinking of expanding our yearly “girls’ weekend” – usually spent at a cottage – into a mini-trip, perhaps to an exotic locale.

This kind of complicates things, because I only have a set number of vacation days … which means I’d have to bank – more than several days in lieu to pull it off. Plus, we haven’t set dates yet – and I’m hoping I have enough seniority for my employer to let me move it around once those dates are decided.

But hey, the year’s still young. Anything could happen between now and July, right?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go peruse Amazon – there’s a travel book that’s calling my name.

You’re Pregnant; I Just Eat Lots of Cookies

Being 34, I’m obviously in that stage of life where my married friends, acquaintances and peers may be expecting their first child – or expanding their growing family.

But damn, if I haven’t been a bit surprised at the baby wave lately! Seriously, what is up with all the baby bumps and stork deliveries, yo?

I must seriously be living in a cave.

I was recently invited to the baby shower of a long-time friend I didn’t even KNOW was pregnant. In the span of a week, I’ve found out about three people I know who are expecting babies in the summer. And I suspect a fourth, but I’m not entirely sure – I’m still a novice in my baby-bump-detecting skills.

Yes, yes, it’s a part of life, yadda yadda. But it never ceases to amaze me, y’know? It’s kind of like there’s two parallel roads, and I’m driving down one while observing friends approaching the on-ramp for the other.

Perhaps the other reason I’ve been taken off-guard is because people are (rightfully so) low-key.

I mean, I’m glad that the people I know are down-to-earth and aren’t those smug parents-to-be, crowing from the rooftops about their buns in the oven – y’know, kind of like this:

But at the same time, it’s getting to the point where I’m starting to stare at my co-workers’ tummies if they seem a little pudgier than usual.

And I’m now seriously contemplating searching Facebook profiles of suspected pregnant friends by stealth – it seems like it’s the only way I can keep up with all these bundles of joy!

I COULD ask … but you know the major faux pas in that.

And, for the record: I’m not. I just love Starbucks Chocolate Chunk Cookies. A LOT.