There Comes A Time ...

... In every boy's life where he transforms. It's inevitable. He crosses the line from a boy to a man. It's a point of reference every mother looks back on with a certain hint of sadness because her boy is not her baby anymore. Jacob reached this point yesterday.

He got stitches.

He was helping my stepdad open a big fence gate and the gate part fell on him, cutting his hand in between the thumb and fingers -- right where it's webbed kinda. Six stitches. My stepdad said Jake was brave and he fell asleep in the waiting room.

My baby is all growed up.

Although. He did want a cuddle from me last night when the freezing came out, which made me a very happy mom :)

Break THIS Record ...

So yes, I went to Coldplay on Friday night. A. Mazing. U2 is still at the top of my list*, but this was fo sho a close second. Chris Martin said he had 'food poisoning' [translation: he was probably hungover], but it was still a fabulous show.

Highlights:
- they played Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire
- watching the severely intoxicated man with a horrible haircut stumbling around the halls, telling security he's sorry he was checking out their girlfriends
- during the song Yellow a whole bunch of huge yellow balloons dropped from the ceiling and when they popped a bunch of gold glitter exploded out of them -- what more could you even ask for?!
- a nice security guy gave me a pickle from his hamburger because I didn't get one on mine
- me and Jen singing at the top of our lungs

Lowlights:
- guy in front of us with a really hairy neck wouldn't stop talking, despite the fact that him and his friends had 6 joints. SIX.
- opening act Fiona Apple. She made me want to sing the 'One of These Things Is Not Like the Other One' song from Sesame Street.
- 3 phone calls & 4 text messages during the concert from a friend who was outside a club asking if I could help her get in because she'd been waiting in line for 2 hours [S is a bouncer there]


... Here in Vancouver, BC we're hitting some records of rain. Whoot. 28 straight days. So I decided to encourage the weather to change by buying a bikini. And now I just want it to be summer.

*I don't know if there is a way to beat a free U2 music video shoot one night and then front row concert tickets the next night

Tanks God for Friday ...

Sometimes the most wonderful things are ...

drinking a London Fog in the morning that I got with the Starbucks card my friend got me for no reason ...
getting a goodbye hug from my son (because he's not too cool to do that yet) ...
knowing that tonight is the Coldplay concert (akesjvht;kaluygluyf;du) ...
finding that I got a nice email ...
getting a text message from my sis saying that she thinks I'm beautiful and a great sister ... listening to great music with my roommate in the car ...
planning to go to the gym with my mom ...
getting surprised last night with a really thoughtful gift ...
receiving a compliment on my necklace from a cute boy this morning ...

Things About Me #76 - 100

After a long haitus ...

76. I got a 11/12 on my last history mini-paper.
77. I love being a mom.
78. I don't think I'm a good enough mom to deserve Jacob.
79. When I was little I peed in the backyard with my next door neighbor.
80. I used to hurt myself because it made my emotional pain seem less horrible.
81. I think it's disgusting when people chew with their mouth open.
82. Most things don't make me laugh out loud.
83. I really do want to get married but deep down I have commitment issues.
84. I'm just now jumping on the Sex & the City bandwagon.
85. I remember most people I've met.
86. I throw yellow Skittles in the garbage.
87. I get headaches all. The. Time. So I take 222's (an over-the-counter pain med).
88. One day Janie told my mom that I'm addicted to 222's and my mom said 'Really? I think I am too!'
89. I'm not addicted to them.
90. I can't stop biting my nails -- I've tried everything.
91. I owe a lot of money.
92. When people do thoughtful things for me I feel guilty that I wasn't thoughtful.
93. I have the most amazing mom in the world.
94. I like it better when other people make my decisions for me.
95. I hope my sister marries her current boyfriend.
96. Recently I got pot as payment for house-sitting.
97. I don't smoke pot.
98. When I was littler I told my Oma and Opa that I liked white chocolate better than brown.
99. The next Christmas they got me so much white chocolate it made me sick.
100. I am very very excited for summer.

Inapprope ...

Oma, to Spanish exchange student: Do they have those in Korea?
Spanish exchange student: ...

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In History of the Family Class at a Christian University:
prof: Around that time the main reason for getting married was for sex.
me: That's as good a reason as any, to me

***
At McDonald's:
McDonald's girl: What can I get for you today?
Andrew: What do you recommend?

Ok Then ...

Well my friends, I wasn't trying to be sneaky or secret-y. I have always wanted to be mysterious, though, but regardless ...

The thing is that I'm thinking about and seriously considering getting back together with my ex-boyfriend. Now. Before I get in big fat trouble, lemme 'splain.

I broke it off with him because I fell out of love with him, or maybe I was looking for something different. And we were at a point in our relationship where you need to either keep going or break up because you're just, well, at that point. And there were some things we were both too stubborn* to compromise about. And maybe I was looking for something un-attainable.

HOWEVER. He is a good guy. He loves me. He is trustworthy and thoughtful. My fam even liked him. And so did my friends. And so did I. And so did Jacob.

So where does this leave me? Well ... extremely confused. And afraid of making the wrong decision. But also kind of excited.


*I can imagine your supreeze at my stubbornness.

It's All About Me ...

I feel familiarity. And simultaneous security and insecurity.
I fear that I'm making a wrong decision.
I like extra cheese on lasagna.



AND! There's only 3 more sleeps till Coldplay.

Because Seven Ate Nine ...

I got tagged.

The rules: The tagged victim lists 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner, mentioning the sex of said partner.

My perfect partner would be male because, well ... I'm straight and all that jazz. My Perfect Partner:
1. Makes me laugh
2. Looks good in a hat
3. Thinks that I'm beautiful (and tells me that)
4. Gets along with my fam & friends (and they have to like him too)
5. Loves me and Jacob (thought I'd go for a more obvious one)
6. Is taller and fatter than me
7. Smells yummy
8. Likes hockey

(my complete-er list is here)

I'd Like to Thank All My Fans ...

This makes me love my life. Yes. It. Does.

Buy away, my friends, buy away!

Also. I think the grey-and-damp-but-not-quite-rainy weather is partly at fault for my lack of drama and things.
OR. Maybe there's not a lack of drama so much as a lack of me writing about it.

Dun dun duuuuuuuun ...

Disoriented ...

Today, for about the 90th time in the last week, I thought that it was sometime in the fall ... Strange.

Precarious Balance ...

I saw a really beautiful painting once called 'Precarious Balance.' It kinda explains my life right now. And sometimes things come along that completely throw the delicate balance completely off. And sometimes it's good. And sometimes it's bad.

Right now it's bad.

Trivia ...

I stole this from Jerk. And I'm not giving it back. Ever.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Anika!

1. In Eastern Africa you can buy beer brewed from anika!
2. You should always open anika at least an hour before drinking her!
3. More people are killed by anika each year than die in aeroplane accidents.
4. Bees visit over three million flowers to make a single kilogram of anika!
5. In the kingdom of Bhutan, all citizens officially become anika on New Year's Day!
6. India tested its first nuclear anika in 1974.
7. If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and anika would be as small as a pea.
8. Edinburgh imports three thousand kilograms of anika every year!
9. Anika has often been found swimming miles from shore in the Indian Ocean!
10. All of the roles in Shakespeare's plays - including the female roles - were originally played by anika.

I am interested in - do tell me about him / her

Things I'm Thinking About:

- Maybe I shouldn't dye my hair every time I get bored.

- Are back-up plans worth it?

- It's entirely possible that God has decided He doesn't like me.

- When am I going to get my ever-growing butt to the gym?

- Since the world is traveling at an alarming speed through the atmosphere, why isn't there more wind?

- What the HECK am I doing?

Linky Dinks ... Searches That Have Brought up My Blog ...

"good to be a gangsta + fax" ... Mmhmm. It is good to be a gangsta, isn't it? Almost makes me want to insert some of Jessica's snazzy* slang in my blog. And then fax some slang to my peeps ... okthatsenough.

"bug shoe" and "squish bug shoe" ... I wanted to see what this was all about, so I searched the same thing. The top thing was "Insects as Sexual Fetish Objects." Not quite my cuppa tea. *shudder*

"pony party, lower mainland" ... Awww! My mom gave me a pony party when I was little too! Maybe I should do that for my next birthday ...

"karen loveys" ... This is horrible. Remember why I don't like Karen Lovey?? REMEMBER?! The most ridic name ever in the history of the earth for a baseball team. HORRIBLE.

"Anika King" ... This coulda been my last name. Tanks God for narrow escapes, right guys?

*oops, that wasn't so gangsta-ish, was it?

Make Up Your Mind ...

I got 2 things in the mail yesterday:

- a check from the government for 'energy saving'
- a letter from the government saying that since I didn't pay my medical services they are going to withold any and all checks coming to me from the government

Carly Farley Oats and Barley

Sunday the 15th was my sister's 20th birthday. She is so beautiful and kind and totally hilarious. Things that I love about my sister:
- she cracks her toes when she's annoyed
- she has amazing style (as opposed to her horrific style as a kid)
- she finally realized that I was using reverse psychology when I always told her "Carly, please stay in my room ... If you have to leave, at least leave the door open!"
- she makes funny faces
- she used to eat butter by itself
- she has crazy amazing eyelashes
- she is sensitive
- she used to do little hand puppets with me in our car when we were kids if we were annoyed at our parents
- she has one straggly* tooth that makes her smile even more gorgeous
- she is extremely generous
- she used to make ugly faces with me in our dad's family pictures
- she is a cool auntie
- she has a nice voice (I used to make fun of her voice. But then people kept telling me that we sound exactly alike)
- she asked my grandma if she was pregnant once
- she has funny feet

And those are some of the reasons I love Carly.

*straggly? Not sure what this word actually means, but it seems to fit

I'll Fight You and I'm Not Even Afraid ...

Well ... Once upon a time I posted about Friday the 13th. And since I'm still not feeling particularly creative, here it is again*:

In honor of today being Friday the 13th, I have compiled a list of ten things that I am afraid of (I'm sorry if some of them are politically incorrect, or irreverent, but I'm just telling the truth!) ...

1. Spiders. I don't care if they're so small you can barely see them, I'm so stinkin afraid of spiders I can barely work up the courage to squish them with my shoe (but I can't co-exist with a spider, so I have no choice)
I'm too afraid to even look up pictures.

2. Clowns. This may seem strange, but think about it, folks, clowns are extremely creepy. If they don't scare you already, imagine this: it's a dark and stormy night, you're alone in a forest, and you can hear creepy noises. All of a sudden a clown comes out of the bush and starts chasing you!! Yikes. Scarier still if he has a bloody arm or something. *shudder*
As I was updating this post, I found this website. This is by far the horriblest (yes it is a word) and scariest site I have ever seen.

3. Mosquitoes. I don't just hate mosquitoes, I am very seriously afraid of them. Ugh, they're such horrible little things. When I was younger and we went camping I'd smear bug repellent everywhere by where I'd be sleeping. I just can't handle mosquitoes.
Ok I couldn't find a 'scary mosquito' website. But I'm sure you're shaking in your boots right now.

4. Driving in the dark in the rain. This isn't the scariest thing ever in the whole history of the earth, but it's scary nonetheless. I always envision myself getting into a huge accident or something (anyone need a ride anywhere?)
The funniest thing is that I googled this and my own blog came up. Am I seriously the only one who's scared of this?!

5. Semi trucks with teeth on the grill. It's just so scary looking in your rear view mirror and seeing teeth. You never know what will happen ...

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH

6. Calling Jacob to come inside and not hearing an answer or seeing him. This is not good, I hate that feeling. Enough said.
Update: He's getting really good at telling me where he's going.

7. Dark shadowy parts of pools. I don't know why, but even in pools, Jaws scenes fly through my thoughts. And I also hate being in the middle of a lake or ocean and you're just floating there in your life jacket and something touches your foot. GAAH so scary!!!
I found this. Even though it doesn't accurately portray my fear, I had to add it.

8. I kind of have to say this in code because it's not ... nice. You know that CSI episode called "A Little Murder"? Well ... that.
No Comment.

9. The movie called "The Neverending Story." Ugh, it just gives me the total creeps! SO SCARY!
Look it up. I know it doesn't necessarily look scary. But it's CREEPY!!

10. Thinking about the ingredients of mayonnaise scares me a bit. I mean, who thought to add all those things? Yikes!
Yes. This is still scary.

*I added some important things

Zut Alors, He Has Emerged!

Things that are exciting*:

I'm tres excited to go to my class next week (three cheers for History of the Family!!)!**
This means I'm 3 months away from having my degree!
This also means I'm this much closer to becoming, well, something!
I'm almost finished housesitting!
Tomorrow and Saturday the Canucks are playing!
I have yummy chocolate!
I bought a new journal!
My friend Phil got the most amazing job promoting a new magazine!
It's practically my sister's birthday!
Tomorrow's Friday!
It's payday!

*a list to counter-balance the stressful things and remind me to be thankful
**exclamation points at the end of each sentence makes it all the more exciting-sounding, right? RIGHT GUYS?!

Bananas in Pyjamas are Coming Down the Stairs ...

Yesterday I made an effort to finally check my school email account. I'd forgotten my password, though, so I was provided with a temporary one. It was 'little.banana.' This not only made me chuckle silently to myself, but it also induced this stream of consciousness:
- Janie calls me 'Banana'
- Phil calls me 'Bananika' and sometimes 'Ani Banani'
- Krista calls me 'Ani Buffanni' -- where did she even get that?!
- I don't like the taste or consistency of bananas
- I do like banana-flavoured things
- 'du hast un kleine peil' (phonetic spelling for 'you have a little penis' in Dutch)

When I finished thinking about these things, I checked my email. I had 83 unread emails (this warrants a 'teehee' and an 'oops'). Of course I promptly deleted them all and got on with my day. And conspiracy theories ran through my head.

History of the Family ...

Oma: Have you registered for your class yet?
me: No not yet. But it doesn't start till tomorr-GAAAH!!

So I'm taking History of the Family. I hope it's interesting.
Maybe I'll run into my ex-boyfriend there.
Maybe I'll find out that my family is actually normal compared to some (bwahaha).
Hopefully it will have more to do with family dynamics and family structure than the historical-political side of it* -- although people frequently call me 'Political Ani' I am a Psychology student to the core.

*even though it is a History class

I Feel Uncreative ...

If you asked me to color a picture, I would only use brown or grey*

If you asked me to sing a song, I'd sing Mary Had a Little Lamb.

If you asked me to make a funny face I would simply cross my eyes.

If you asked me what I want to eat I'd say chocolate. And mac 'n' cheese.


See? Completely uncreative.


*this is in no way racist, as mentioned here

I Have A New Nemesis ...

It's the copier/fax machine at work -- it keeps jamming! GAAAAAH!!! Does it look like I know how to fix these things?! It delights in vexing me.

In the words of Stewie from Family Guy:
"You know, Copier/Fax Machine ... Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what your gonna get. Your life, however, is a box of ACTIVE GRENADES!"

However. I have learned a few VERY valuable lessons.
Counter-productive things to do when a copier/fax machine is jammed:
- swear and/or yell, or otherwise degrade it verbally
- take it apart with a screwdriver
- take it apart by kicking it or dropping it on the ground
- threaten it [this, of course, does not include threatening with active grenades]
- pretend that it works by trying to print more things from it

Productive things to do when a copier/fax machine is jammed:
- *ahem* I don't have anything for this list yet. I'll letcha know.

God Created Me at the Same Time He Created Marijuana ...

So ... My old blog address is being used by someone for some porn-information site. *sigh* I thought it was Andrew at first because, well, he does funny things sometimes. Anyways, I feel like someone is blaspheming my name!!

***
I get to go to the Coldplay concert with Firefighter Jen -- how amazing is that?!

***
You know the feeling when you're kind of confused about life and nothing's necessarily going wrong, but you just feel uncomfortable, like a bobby pin is pulling one hair too hard, or you have sand in your bathing suit, or you have cracker crumbs in your bed? Well I kind of feel like that. And then I remember that I'm ok.
And I have this song in my head:

Don't move
Don't talk out of time
Don't think
Don't worry
Everything's just fine
Just fine
Don't grab
Don't clutch
Don't hope for too much
Don't breathe
Don't achieve
Or grieve without leave
Don't check
Just balance on the fence
Don't answer
Don't ask
Don't try and make sense
Don't whisper
Don't talk
Don't run if you can walk
Don't cheat, compete
Don't miss the one beat
Don't travel by train
Don't eat
Don't spill
Don't piss in the drain
Don't make a will
Don't fill out any forms
Don't compensate
Don't cower
Don't crawl
Don't come around late
Don't hover at the gate
Don't take it on board
Don't fall on your sword
Just play another chord
If you feel you're getting bored
I feel numb
I feel numb
Too much is not enough
I feel numb
Don't change your brand
Gimme what you got
Don't listen to the band
Don't gape
Gimme what I don't get
Don't ape
Don't change your shape
Gimme some more
Have another grape
Gimme some more
A piece of me, baby
I feel numb
Don't plead
Don't bridle
Don't shackle
Don't grind
Gimme some more
Don't curve
Don't swerve
I feel numb
Lie, die, serve
Gimme some more
Don't theorize, realize, polarize
I feel numb
Chance, dance, dismiss, apologize
Gimme what you got
Gimme what I don't get
Gimme what you got
Too much is not enough
Don't spy
I feel numb
Don't lie
Don't try
Imply Detain Explain Start again
Don't triumph
Don't coax
Don't cling
Don't hoax
Don't freak Peak
Don't leak
Don't speak
Don't project
Don't connect, protect
Don't expect, suggest
I feel numb
Don't struggle
Don't jerk
Don't collar
Don't work
Don't wish
Don't fish
Don't teach
Don't reach
I feel numb
Don't borrow
Too much is not enough
Don't break
I feel numb
Don't fence
Don't steal
Don't pass
Don't press
Don't try
Don't feel
Gimme some more
Don't touch
I feel numb
Don't dive
Don't suffer
Don't rhyme
Don't fantasize
Don't rise
Don't lie
I feel numb

It's Numb by U2.

Taking 'Cool' to a Whole New Level ...

Andrew bought Dance Dance Revolution. And we might try it tonight in between periods of the hockey game. Andrew said he wants to practice beforehand.

***
I washed Rafiki [my car]. He used to be white, but was a strange black-fading-to-sludge-grey-on-the-roof. You'd think that would sway me. But no. Jacob wrote his name on the hood.

***
I don't have much to say today. I'm working on my second third fourth cup of coffee.

Theoretically Speaking, Of Course ...

Ok. Suppose you work for a small company. The owners are away for 2 weeks and have pretty much left you in charge. They got the go ahead for a job worth $15,000. And when you went ahead to start the job you were told that they had contracted the job out to someone else. Keep in mind your bosses haven't had a vacation (or been away from the business phone) for 9+ years.

Would you tell them or wait till they got home?