Adventures in Amazing Races…

It’s no secret that if I had my pick of reality shows to compete in, I’d choose to be on the Amazing Race. Sitting around on a beach bickering and eating snails on Survivor doesn’t appeal to me. Sitting around in a house bickering and – well, just bickering really, on Big Brother doesn’t appeal to me. Since I can’t sing, dance or look at a camera without making a goofy-face, Canadian Idol, Dancing with the Stars and America’s Next Top Model are out. I have no desire to be fired (or hired) by Donald Trump, and Fear Factor is simply out of the question. Jetting off around the globe, participating in frustrating, but culturally symbolic challenges while not being responsible for actively choosing to get rid of other people sounds like something I’d enjoy more.

Recently (well, I saw the episodes recently. I have no idea when they actually originally aired.), on The Amazing Race:Asia, the teams spent 2 episodes in South Korea. It was great to be able to recognize the places, and empathize with the teams as they tried to find their way around Busan by taxi. I laughed so hard when the team from the Philippines complained that Korean drivers stayed in their lanes and obeyed traffic signals. If they were in Manila, they would be able to weave through the traffic. Next time I’m driving, and sputtering at the traffic, I’ll have to remind myself that it’s all a matter of perspective. “It could be worse. I could be in Manila.” I’ll tell myself.

Adventures in Rising and Shining…

I remember one winter, my family was catching an early (early!) morning flight from Ottawa to Regina. My Dad came in to wake me up with the chipper rhyme “Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. Tomorrow we get up at half-past-nine.” For some reason, that’s never found it’s way to my memory bank’s exit door. I was thinking of that rhyme yesterday as I contemplated the state of limbo I find myself in this month. Technically, I’m working this month. However, I don’t start work until 1:30pm, which means I have the option of sleeping in every morning, as though I’m on vacation. Once I get to work, it’s so much fun, and goes by so quickly, I feel happy and relaxed and …well, like I’m on vacation!

Torn three ways between the option to sleep in, the desire to sleep in, and the desire to get up and start my day, I occasionally find myself waking up bright and early, then snurling (snuggling + curling) up in my warm blankets in that dozy state between awake and fending off angry forensic scientists with radioactive cheeseburgers. (Don’t ask.) Yesterday, whilst in that dozy state, I was convinced that wake-up times should come with a letter grade. Clear as a bell, I was sure that waking up at 8:30 was a B-. As I tried to figure out the rest of the scoring system, I must have drifted back into a bit of a snooze because the characters from ‘Bones’ were trying to get me to throw my shoes over a brick wall. By the time I woke up again, my wake-up grade had slipped from a B- to a C+.

Perhaps I should just get up the first time I wake up, and avoid the snurling, dozing, and the subsequent mental oddities.

Adventures in Hillary Hair Hilarity…

Things have been a bit slow lately. My days have been a routine of “Wake up, eat breakfast, go to the gym, shower, eat lunch, sing and dance and play and colour, come home, eat dinner.” After dinner, I’ve been amusing myself with a new application on Facebook called HairMixer. You can see from the photo above what I would look like if I had Hillary Clinton hair. (The Angelina Jolie hair was a disaster.) Looking like me, looking at Hillary looking like me got me thinking about lunch. (It was dinner time. Anything would have made me think about lunch.) I started to think about what former 1st Lady of the US I would like to have lunch with, if given the chance. It was a toss up between Hillary Clinton, Martha Washington or Eleanor Roosevelt. (I had thought about Jackie O, but I think I’d be to intimidated to enjoy my meal.) Who would you choose?