I'd like to put the belly dancing pics up, however though they are virus free they are apparently too big for my blog to upload.

In the meantime, I'm not sure if this is true, but I thought it was kinda amusing

NEWSWEEK reports that President Bush, appearing
before a right-to-life rally in Tampa, Florida on
June 17, stated: "We must always remember that
all human beings begin life as a feces. A feces is
a living being in the eyes of God, who has
endowed that feces with all of the rights and God-
given blessings of any other human being."
The audience listened in disbelief as the President
repeated his error at least a dozen times, before
realizing that he had used the word "feces" when
he meant to say "fetus."

Darnit, I have bellydancing pictures, but I think they came from a computer with a virus so I don't want to open them on my computer. What should I do?

Life has been kinda crazy busy lately, which is the norm for me really but I think the emotional stuff has been getting to me a little. Forgetting stuff and writing down incorrect dates and stuff. I'm stage managing a Fringe show, which I find very very cool - haven't been involved with theatre for awhile so I'm stoked about it. I've also joined a small, perverted (suits me to a tee!) theatre group in the graduate English department called the Nice Wantons, so you'll have to come out in Dec and see me light up a cheap stage. And I don't think we have lighting, so really I won't be lit up either - but it'll be perverted so who cares!

This is perking me up as school is bad and love is bad. School isn't bad exactly, it's just that the CL program is shite here and I have a shite supervisor so though I love the research etc, the actual opportunities available for me here are, you guessed it, shite. So it's nice that I have two good jobs, some theatre stuff, and that thankfully, I have my constant Vancouver rebound boy to innocently practice my flirting on while I get over the whole Pickle fiasco. And don't bother asking me, cuz none of you know him. Except Corr, and if she's reading this she's probably laughing her ass off at me. Who says you can't make the same mistake twice? Or 4 or 5 times? :)

Oh, and before I leave off this scattered post, I would like to thank Pickle's friends for being so supportive and totally taking my side in all of this. You have all been wonderful about it.

Well I'm back from glorious Ktown, where as usual, I had high hopes of doing things and ended up doing nothing. This is not a bad thing.

I got a severe sinus infection while there and was not allowed to fly until now, which explains the many days sans blogging.

I'm back to mountains of work, but I feel rested so maybe I can handle all that is being thrown my way these days.

I hated to bring Kate back with me - she was so happy in Ktown, running up and down the stairs like a kitten, it's sad to bring her back to the tiny room I call home. I actually somewhat hated to bring myself back as Ktown is a stasis town for me. It's like while I'm there, I suddenly become 18 again and forget about my real life responsibilities. Now, while I realize that eventually one has to move out of stasis, it was a nice thing to completely put away adult life for a couple of weeks. I'd shoot myself in the head if I had to stay there too long, but perhaps just one more week wouldn't have hurt...

I got into town with lightning all around me, which was cool until they wouldn't let us out of the plane once we landed because of so-called "security" reasons. 40 minutes of sitting in an extremely hot airplane with a baby puking cookies on me. My sympathy for the kid wore down after about 20 minutes.

Well, off to bed. Let us all hope that I didn't end up breaking an eardrum on my way here, shall we?

Roo's status report #2:

I'm going to actual try and be open and honest. Pickle and I had a few problems, but we were also best friends who always respected and cared for eachother, even in bad times. For my part, I know I'll never fully understand why what Pickle and I had wasn't enough for him. But I do know that it wasn't, and so I know that I made the right decision. Life is up and down, but basically I'm okay.

An interesting thing happened the other day. This girl in my dpmt who had started the year out being...well a snobby cow to me ran into me and found out that I had just ended a serious long term relationship. She had ended hers last summer and during the year, I had found out that perhaps she wasn't such a cow, but we still could not be considered "close." However, after she found out that this was my summer to go through hell, she sent me a lovely email about going for a coffee, to which I responded that I would get in touch after Ktown and asked if she had any wisdom for me. Her response was so incredible that I thought I'd share a part of it with you all - even the strangers who read my site in case anyone is going through a serious break-up right now.

"As for wisdom, I don't know if I have much to offer. Simply, you have to
mourn. I really feel that in many ways the stages of recovery from a serious
relationship are very much like experiencing the death of someone close to
you. In fact, I had to do both at the same time and realized that in some
ways the two experiences were very similar in the initial stages. A breakup
is the death of dreams, the death of a life you had imagined for yourself, the
death of the person you were with him; it is all very tragic. HOWEVER, a
breakup is also the birth of new dreams; you begin to aspire to things you
couldn't even have imagined wanting before, because somehow the selflessness necessary to feel happy in a relationship requires that we limit our dreams.
Sometimes I did it subconsciously and sometimes I felt that the dreams paled
in comparison with the fulfillment I derived from being in a loving
relationship. Whatever the reasons, once the relationship ended I discovered
a new sense of self [when I wasn't expending all my energy trying to hold
myself together!]. Not the person I was before I met him, but someone several
years older, more experienced, richer for having lived, loved, shared and
sacrificed with him. Despite the finality, and tragedy, and the feeling of
failure when something I had invested so much time and energy into didn't work out, it was also a time of new beginning, a big adventure called my new life, and there is always the enticing thought that someday I will have all the
excitement of new love again. The same is all true for you as well."

Roo's status report:

Ooh, I've had a fabulous night with myself and my big box of toys. I hadn't peeked into the bottom of that ol' box o' toys for a long time - long lost treasures, I tell ya. I have also begun listening to music again - always a rough thing to do after a break-up I find. A big thank you to Asylus for reminding me of the classic Home for a Rest.

And speaking of home for a rest, I'll be headed to Ktown on Friday for about a week. Need to spend time with the peeps and have daddy-o cook me some good meals. I shall try to keep up the status reports while I'm there. Maybe I'll even try to head to Van for a couple of days, though that all depends on how the kitty does adjusting to the temporary new home.

Just finished shaking the belly at my first restaurant performance. Gotta say, I pretty much bit the big one, but I'm proud that I pulled it off given the shite state of my personal life right now. Not only am I single and don't wanna be, but my Ita (better known to you anglos as "grandma") is unwell again and mom had to go back down to Costa after only having been back in Canada for a month. I really wanted to just go out and have fun, and despite some minor screw ups, I did. A pal was taking pics with a digital camera, so I should have some pics to put up fairly soon - when I don't have to scan them myself, I do manage to get pics uploaded quite quickly.

I'm a wee bit too drunk to be writing a blog. Got to drink some of my fave wine. A recommendation from the girl who loves all things Greek: If you go to Greek restaurants, get Boutari - it's a hell of a red wine.

Poor cat is wondering why mommy is swaying so much. Don't worry sweetie, mommy's a happy drunk.

Most of the time, I enjoy being a hippie with no car, but when one is in Edmonton where the spring transit is miserable and the rain is pouring down its wrath and one needs to go grocery shopping, a big ol' gas guzzler seems like heaven.

Last night was uplifting followed by embarrassing. Asylus plucked me a flower and took me out to dinner after which we watched the brain-deadening Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle and talked about how girls should react when giving him oral pleasure (this was not the embarrassing part). I then realized that I had sandals and that it was pissing rain outside so what did I do? I took a cab. I took a four block cab ride. I think I've been watching too much Sex and the City. In fact, I know I have.

I also went shopping yesterday. Do I have money? No. However, when one (I'm into the "one" today) has just ended a relationship with the love of one's life, and said one is female, one must take part in some prettyfying consumerism. I searched out the great deals and came home with some nice things, which I actually needed. I came to the realization that I had not one tank top which didn't have dirty expressions on it, and I have a job now so it seemed logical to try a plain tank for University Senate meetings - yes folks, I am a senator and even have a senator's parking pass though I don't have a senator's car. I also bought a skirt. It's pretty.

Apparently, the rain brings out my capitalist side.