Prairie Girl Rocked Outta her Seat

Those opening ceremonies last night were incredible! I particularly appreciated the Prairie Girl performance. AWESOME. As a prairie girl myself, I was happy to see our home honoured.

The death of Georgia athlete, Nodar Kumaritashvili, was remembered at the start of the games. So sad for his family, friends, Olympic team-mates, and country. The people of the world will hold him in their hearts as the games progress.

I kept waiting for Leonard Cohen to appear...waiting...hoping...and right after the proclamation to open the games, when I thought the entertainment was over, up comes KD Lang belting out "Hallelujah." I was blown away! Not a song I'd pick for that particular moment in the ceremonies, but I was so, so glad Cohen was honoured and presented in that way. And who better to sing that anthem? Who better to represent the freedom, choice, and open-heart of this country. I was rocked outta my seat.

Then, the Olympic flag carriers appeared: Donald Sutherland (Love him!), Betty Fox (Terry's mom), Bobby Orr (Love, Love him!!), Anne Murray, Jacques Villeneuve, gold medal figure skater Barbara Ann Scott (first Canadian figure skater to win gold [1948]), Roméo Dallaire (Shake Hands With the Devil author), and Julie Payette (Canadian Astronaut).

It all made me so very proud to be a Canadian Prairie Girl.

So Far So Good!

Job's going well. Tomorrow'll be my 4th day. I'm almost through the new-job-jitters, and feeling better.

Yesterday my best brother in the whole world had a heart attack, but he too is doing well, thank goodness.

Here's another pic from Ireland...I think. Could be Isle of Man. Three hour tour anyone???

Looking forward to the long weekend!

Finally...Somewhere...Somewhere Awesome!

Today, my "nowhere" turned into a whole lotta really cool "Somewhere." I was offered a position with a firm in Edmonton to do technical writing and instructional design, which I happily accepted. I start Tuesday.

So the blog posts may get few and far between again, at least until I get my sea legs on the job.

Fire in the Soul

I was catching up with a friend last night and telling him all about my job hunting activities, and we got to discussing job postings. Most of them leave you feeling like they're looking for super man/woman, and feeble little you would never measure up. But we decided that if you have the skills we were blessed to gain in our academic pursuits, and you have a strong work ethic and integrity, then the fire in your soul is all that's necessary. That's what all those Herculean traits add up to in the grand scheme of things--soul fire.

Think about your job right now or any you've had in the past. Were there any super men/women working there? Did anyone measure up to all the attributes most employers advertise they're looking for? Do any of the employers match up? I highly doubt it. Most of us are just normal human beings doing the best we can on any given day.

Can anyone ask for more than that?

Hurry Up and Wait

It's been another busy day. Amazing how busy you can be when you're NOT working. My efforts yesterday to build a profile on Monster.ca paid off. This morning I awoke to an email alert from Monster about a job opportunity that required my skill set, so I sent off a resume. Haven't had a chance to do more job hunting today cause I got busy with a pattern edit and other things.

Got a call on a possible short-term temp job yesterday, but the recruiter needed to touch base with the client for more particulars about the contract before I decide on it. Haven't heard back from her yet. There's a whole lotta that with job hunting. Hurry up and wait...

Walked the terrorist again this afternoon. Here she is with that sweet little face of hers.

Last night we had both dogs loose in the house with their muzzles on. They were fine. Not interested in each other at all. We'll do some more of that tonight, and try to expand on it every day. Myzee's more likely to get crazy if there's excitement going on like someone coming home, or Jenny coming in from a walk and doing her tremendously-excited-to-see-us

routine. There she is below. She's SUCH a good dog. When I walk her I have to keep looking down to see if she's still with me cause she stays right beside me and puts absolutely no tension on the leash. I never have any doubt with Myzee on the other hand; she pulls like there's no tomorrow. Actually she's getting slightly better.

Myzee's a good dog too, she's just wound a little tighter than most, but she's learning to relax as we perfect the alpha training. I can't say enough about how good this alpha training works. I wish I'd found it as soon as we got Myzee two years ago. Her issues began long before we got her, but we could have started out stronger with her and wouldn't have exaggerated her problems with our inexperience.

Do you have pets? Are they crazy or pretty laid back?

Busy Day

Busy day, but it seems I don't have much to show for it...I did send out three resumes, which takes up a lot of time getting the cover letter just right and such. Seems like I'm getting nowhere, but if just one of 'em lands me a job, it's somewhere!

I also got some groceries, developed a profile and resume on Monster.ca, and walked my little terrorist, so not all bad.

This weekend I was able to sort out my DVD/VCR so I can watch movies in my room. HEAVEN! I also ravaged my file cabinet so now we can actually file things without too much trouble. I shredded six bags worth of paper if that tells you anything.

I decided to try knitting without using my left hand much. It proves to be a huge challenge, but I have to do something with yarn in my hands or I might start killing people. So far I've rigged up a carpal tunnel wrist brace on my left wrist, which I set the needle in to hold it. Then I hold my fingers on that hand straight out so they don't go into the pinching position usually needed to hold the left needle. I've discovered that fingers have their own ideas, and I have to focus quite intensely to overcome their urge to hold the needle. I'm hoping this will alleviate the tennis elbow. So far it's working ok and it's giving me the zen-like calm that I crave so bad.

I polished up a piece I wrote on The Old Stone House, which is owned and operated by our alpaca ranch owners. They've restored an old house which was built in the 1930's to its original splendour and now are offering it as a wedding site, business day retreat center, and tea house. It's absolutely gorgeous and oozes history and character. The piece I wrote will be published in a local paper in the next few weeks.

Here's what I like to call an alpaca sandwich. That's my Harley in the middle doing what he loves best - eating!