I just found myself singing the Mamas and the Papas with a Tia twist. Instead of Monday, Monday I changed the words to Mundane, Mundane. It fits perfectly, try it!
One of those moments of revelation today about just how much of a routine we get ourselves into on a daily basis. Every day I wake up at the same time, I shower in the same cleanse pattern everyday, I stop for coffee on my way to work, I get to work and have my routine before I go on air at 10, I get off air and same routine post air, then I take the same drive home and move onto my blah blah boring existence at night. I see the same people when I get coffee every morning...the guy in his Solstice who stands by his car so everyone can see how cool he is, yet he never seems to actually go in to the store. The construction guys who put 80,000 creams in their coffee and don't clean up after themselves. The long-haired dude who drives like an old man who I swear I get behind on the Pasqua every morning and he drives me crazy. I see the same people waiting for the bus with the same looks on their face everyday and the Tim Horton's drive thru line-up gets longer and longer everyday blocking traffic as per usual.
Is it the same for you? If so, why not change it up!? One day this week I'm going to shave my legs first when I get in the shower instead of washing my face. I'll take a different route to work and stop at a different 7-11 for my coffee and maybe even try decaf. This new route will avoid long-haired slow driver dude, no construction workers, and long faced people waiting for the bus. When I get to work, I'm going to sit in the lounge area and read the latest edition of Playgirl before I go on air. When I get off air, I'm going to go plant it in the men's washroom and then take videos of people coming out of the bathroom just to see the look on their face for my own amusement, and then everyone's else, because something like that surely has to go up on YouTube. And if I see some dude trying to be cool standing beside his Solstice, I'm going to go up to him and tell him "you're not as hot as you think you are".
Change it up people! Live life to the fullest, it'll be fun!
Tia
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Tick Tick Tick
It's a good thing my mother isn't internet friendly, because she'd be disappointed in me for this blog. This is the mother who wants me to have kids so bad, she even told me to "just go get pregnant" and "you don't have to be married to have a baby Tia". My mother is pretty cool in a lot of ways, a little off-kilter in many ways too lol.
Ironically I was talking to someone the other day about the ticking of the clock. I'm closing in on 40 and that presents physical challenges in carrying a baby. My friend Kimmy had a baby at 36 and it was a difficult process. I'm not so good with pain, I'm not so good with doctors, and I don't enjoy the thought of a room full of people looking down the rabbit hole while I'm sweaty, in pain and pushing for 18 hours. Further to that, if I have a few beers and feel a little bloated, I start whining. Throw a baby in my tummy in the picture....yeah, I wouldn't want to be around me either.
It's not to say that I don't think about it. More and more I have thought about the possibility of adopting. I've established my career well enough that financially it would be feasible. But then I start wondering if I'm really ready for that kind of commitment. I like spending money on myself, I like sleeping in, I like being in quiet places, I like being in my pajamas all day, I like eating sandwiches and rarely have vegetables in the house, I like booking a plane ticket on Thursday and flying away for the weekend on Friday, I like drinking beer and I'm pretty good at it, and lastly, I like my life the way it is. Is it really the right time to throw a little bambino into that picture? Does the world really need another hippy child? I should re-phrase that - does the world really need a Tia hippy child?
I think the correct answer Alex is, Tia should wait a couple more years and ask these questions again. Ironically as I write this, Brad Paisley "Anything Like Me" is playing. Go figure!
Tia
Ironically I was talking to someone the other day about the ticking of the clock. I'm closing in on 40 and that presents physical challenges in carrying a baby. My friend Kimmy had a baby at 36 and it was a difficult process. I'm not so good with pain, I'm not so good with doctors, and I don't enjoy the thought of a room full of people looking down the rabbit hole while I'm sweaty, in pain and pushing for 18 hours. Further to that, if I have a few beers and feel a little bloated, I start whining. Throw a baby in my tummy in the picture....yeah, I wouldn't want to be around me either.
It's not to say that I don't think about it. More and more I have thought about the possibility of adopting. I've established my career well enough that financially it would be feasible. But then I start wondering if I'm really ready for that kind of commitment. I like spending money on myself, I like sleeping in, I like being in quiet places, I like being in my pajamas all day, I like eating sandwiches and rarely have vegetables in the house, I like booking a plane ticket on Thursday and flying away for the weekend on Friday, I like drinking beer and I'm pretty good at it, and lastly, I like my life the way it is. Is it really the right time to throw a little bambino into that picture? Does the world really need another hippy child? I should re-phrase that - does the world really need a Tia hippy child?
I think the correct answer Alex is, Tia should wait a couple more years and ask these questions again. Ironically as I write this, Brad Paisley "Anything Like Me" is playing. Go figure!
Tia
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Shake the 8 Ball
It was around this time two years ago that I went to see a psychic for the very first time. She was actually an interview subject for a feature writing project in my Public Relations class. In order for me to see that she was credible, she offered to do some readings on me.
Her predictions for my future would be that I was likely going to move to Winnipeg, and from there on to Hamilton, Toronto or Ottawa. She also saw me working in TV of some type. Her abilities also included something called psychometry, which would allow her to get a reading for a friend, relative, etc. All you had to do was have something they would have touched or held onto.
Cue the present day two years later and I'm not living in Winnipeg. I had never been to Winnipeg prior to the reading, but did go a few weeks later for the CCMA's. I'm grateful truthfully that this prediction didn't come true. Winnipeg isn't for everyone. Hamilton, well I have a friend who calls it Toronto's challenged sister, so it doesn't sound overly appealing. Ottawa, you have to be bi-lingual apparently to even get considered to work there, so non, je suis ne pas ici in Ottawa. I'd love to move to Toronto, but just can't seem to break the market for jobs, so it's not seemingly in my future either. As for the TV aspect of it, my orthodontist said he could see me doing TV, to which I told him I have too many freckles. He laughed and said that wasn't true. He's a very nice man.
I guess where I'm going with this is that none of her predictions for me have come even close to being true. Yet ironically, the prediction she made for the friend who's business card I gave her, came true within 6 months of the reading. I feel kind of gypped, but then I remember that she did the reading for free for the sake of my research for the paper. So who am I to complain? I'm just gonna buy an 8 ball and give'er a shake every time I want to know what the future holds.
Tia
Her predictions for my future would be that I was likely going to move to Winnipeg, and from there on to Hamilton, Toronto or Ottawa. She also saw me working in TV of some type. Her abilities also included something called psychometry, which would allow her to get a reading for a friend, relative, etc. All you had to do was have something they would have touched or held onto.
Cue the present day two years later and I'm not living in Winnipeg. I had never been to Winnipeg prior to the reading, but did go a few weeks later for the CCMA's. I'm grateful truthfully that this prediction didn't come true. Winnipeg isn't for everyone. Hamilton, well I have a friend who calls it Toronto's challenged sister, so it doesn't sound overly appealing. Ottawa, you have to be bi-lingual apparently to even get considered to work there, so non, je suis ne pas ici in Ottawa. I'd love to move to Toronto, but just can't seem to break the market for jobs, so it's not seemingly in my future either. As for the TV aspect of it, my orthodontist said he could see me doing TV, to which I told him I have too many freckles. He laughed and said that wasn't true. He's a very nice man.
I guess where I'm going with this is that none of her predictions for me have come even close to being true. Yet ironically, the prediction she made for the friend who's business card I gave her, came true within 6 months of the reading. I feel kind of gypped, but then I remember that she did the reading for free for the sake of my research for the paper. So who am I to complain? I'm just gonna buy an 8 ball and give'er a shake every time I want to know what the future holds.
Tia
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
There's an old joke: what are the similarities between a dentist and a gynecologist? They both look down big, dark holes....I know, horrible! I never said I made it up. This however is my joke: what are the similarities between a gynecologist and a hair stylist? You just get used to them doing things a certain way. Now I know that's not nearly as funny, or even the slightest bit funny at all, but it is true. Most women will tell you that if you find a hair stylist you like, don't ever lose them or move away!
My childhood was an array of Auntie Charlotte's home cuts and Toni perms. I truly am grateful no 'fro pictures have popped up yet on Facebook. Knock on wood. At the age of 17 when I flew into the adult world on my own, I started to enjoy the luxury of actual hair stylists. There was Shannon in Calgary, who when I moved to Peace River, I would bus 12 hours back to Cowtown to let her work her magic. When I moved to Lethbridge, I'd get back to Calgary to hit up Shannon whenever possible. Crossing the border over into Saskatchewan, I finally broke down to find a new stylist. I went to Carol for many years until I moved - again. The worst three years of my life living in Rosetown were blessed by Carrie's sheer touch. Being back in Regina, not gonna lie, I've played the field quite a bit! I think I've tried about 7 different stylists, of which only one really does work that makes me somewhat monogamous. Her name is Shelly, who originally comes from China. I've been told they give them names when they come to Canada. Which surprised me, because Shelly sounded so Chinese (I am being sarcastic). Truth be told, I've cheated on her a few times. But I always find myself going back. I just can't live with the guilt, and she is one of the few who gets how my cowlick works.
One of the worst people who I ever let cut my hair...me! Sometimes if I couldn't fork out the money for a cut (cuz you have some pretty lean times in radio), I'd just cut my own hair. At first it was just straight cutting it so it looked semi even all around. Then I got fancy smancy and started doing what I called "texturing". I remember going to Carol one time and her asking me who was the last person that cut my hair because they had butchered it. To which I sheepishly replied "me". After that, I'd forewarn her that I had been cutting my own hair again. She would just laugh and thank me for my honesty. Today, I only let the pros trim my tresses. Leave it to the professionals. I will say for the record, that it's been a LONG time since I've had a Toni perm.
Tia
My childhood was an array of Auntie Charlotte's home cuts and Toni perms. I truly am grateful no 'fro pictures have popped up yet on Facebook. Knock on wood. At the age of 17 when I flew into the adult world on my own, I started to enjoy the luxury of actual hair stylists. There was Shannon in Calgary, who when I moved to Peace River, I would bus 12 hours back to Cowtown to let her work her magic. When I moved to Lethbridge, I'd get back to Calgary to hit up Shannon whenever possible. Crossing the border over into Saskatchewan, I finally broke down to find a new stylist. I went to Carol for many years until I moved - again. The worst three years of my life living in Rosetown were blessed by Carrie's sheer touch. Being back in Regina, not gonna lie, I've played the field quite a bit! I think I've tried about 7 different stylists, of which only one really does work that makes me somewhat monogamous. Her name is Shelly, who originally comes from China. I've been told they give them names when they come to Canada. Which surprised me, because Shelly sounded so Chinese (I am being sarcastic). Truth be told, I've cheated on her a few times. But I always find myself going back. I just can't live with the guilt, and she is one of the few who gets how my cowlick works.
One of the worst people who I ever let cut my hair...me! Sometimes if I couldn't fork out the money for a cut (cuz you have some pretty lean times in radio), I'd just cut my own hair. At first it was just straight cutting it so it looked semi even all around. Then I got fancy smancy and started doing what I called "texturing". I remember going to Carol one time and her asking me who was the last person that cut my hair because they had butchered it. To which I sheepishly replied "me". After that, I'd forewarn her that I had been cutting my own hair again. She would just laugh and thank me for my honesty. Today, I only let the pros trim my tresses. Leave it to the professionals. I will say for the record, that it's been a LONG time since I've had a Toni perm.
Tia
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Disney's the Word Bird!
When I was a kid, I loved Sunday nights. We lived north of town with an abundant selection of maybe three channels on our farmer vision TV network. That was all we needed though, because among those 3 was CBC. That meant Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday nights and Walt Disney on Sunday nights.
Sundays were a tradition. We'd start supper at about 5 and if we were good, dad would let us eat in the living room and watch Disney, which as you probably remember, was on at six. It would be on till seven, then we'd clean up from supper, run a tub, have a bath, and go to bed for a new week of school.
Many times though, it didn't feel like only an hour of Disney was enough. It was captivating and magical and when it was done, I always wanted more. It didn't matter how many times I'd seen Fantasia, Alice in Wonderland, Bambi, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella or 101 Dalmations...I could watch them over and over again. To this day, Mary Poppins is still one of my favorites and who can forget the Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp? And nothing against Johnny Depp, but Disney's "Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad" will always be the best take on the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Every Sunday around Halloween, I'd be glued to the TV for it. And how many times have you cried watching a Disney show or movie? Their knack of being able to touch on emotions has spanned from the era of Old Yeller all the way up to watching a little Simba turn into a Lion King. And something else that Disney afforded people, was the chance for parents and kids to watch and enjoy something together.
Not having kids, I'm not sure what they watch on Sunday nights nowadays. But knowing how much my nephews and niece like Mickey Mouse and anything with a princess in it, I feel like they're missing out on a great tradition because I'm sure they'd love six o'clock on Sunday nights just as much as I did. I guess TV's just not a magical place anymore.
Tia
Sundays were a tradition. We'd start supper at about 5 and if we were good, dad would let us eat in the living room and watch Disney, which as you probably remember, was on at six. It would be on till seven, then we'd clean up from supper, run a tub, have a bath, and go to bed for a new week of school.
Many times though, it didn't feel like only an hour of Disney was enough. It was captivating and magical and when it was done, I always wanted more. It didn't matter how many times I'd seen Fantasia, Alice in Wonderland, Bambi, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella or 101 Dalmations...I could watch them over and over again. To this day, Mary Poppins is still one of my favorites and who can forget the Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp? And nothing against Johnny Depp, but Disney's "Adventures of Ichabod and Mr Toad" will always be the best take on the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Every Sunday around Halloween, I'd be glued to the TV for it. And how many times have you cried watching a Disney show or movie? Their knack of being able to touch on emotions has spanned from the era of Old Yeller all the way up to watching a little Simba turn into a Lion King. And something else that Disney afforded people, was the chance for parents and kids to watch and enjoy something together.
Not having kids, I'm not sure what they watch on Sunday nights nowadays. But knowing how much my nephews and niece like Mickey Mouse and anything with a princess in it, I feel like they're missing out on a great tradition because I'm sure they'd love six o'clock on Sunday nights just as much as I did. I guess TV's just not a magical place anymore.
Tia
Friday, September 17, 2010
Beiber Fever by Another Name
I'm as guilty as anyone for taking stabs at Justin Beiber and the mania that surrounds him. But I think everyone's had a Beiber in their lifetime, just by another name. Bubblegum pop is like bubble gum in general - it's got rubber in it that you can chew all you want, but it just keeps going. Bet you never thought I was such a skilled person at using metaphors huh?
When I was 15, my Justin Beiber was Tiffany and Debbie Gibson. I liked Tiffany better, she was the underdog and more of a commoner than Debbie. Debbie came from a well to do family from Long Island. One year, Tiffany was coming to do a concert in Edmonton. And being a huge fan, I knew that she was infamous for loving malls and shopping and we were going to the West Edmonton Mall on our weekend agenda. So as uncanny as it sounds, I took my autograph book in case we ran into her at the mall. What are the chances right? But as we're at the mall that day in Reitman's, I look over and there's this girl with blazing red hair and a brown leather jacket on, and sure enough, it was Tiffany! So naturally I freaked out on the spot a little, pulled out my autograph book and when over to talk to her. Much like those little girls that would be shakin' in their booties when they met Justin Beiber, I too was so excited I could have cried.
After Tiffany and Debbie Gibson, there was the New Kids on the Block, N'Sync, the Backstreet Boys, and so on. Admit it, you had your Justin Beiber too. Nothing but the hairstyles and fashion have changed. Bubblegum pop is bubblegum pop.
Tia
When I was 15, my Justin Beiber was Tiffany and Debbie Gibson. I liked Tiffany better, she was the underdog and more of a commoner than Debbie. Debbie came from a well to do family from Long Island. One year, Tiffany was coming to do a concert in Edmonton. And being a huge fan, I knew that she was infamous for loving malls and shopping and we were going to the West Edmonton Mall on our weekend agenda. So as uncanny as it sounds, I took my autograph book in case we ran into her at the mall. What are the chances right? But as we're at the mall that day in Reitman's, I look over and there's this girl with blazing red hair and a brown leather jacket on, and sure enough, it was Tiffany! So naturally I freaked out on the spot a little, pulled out my autograph book and when over to talk to her. Much like those little girls that would be shakin' in their booties when they met Justin Beiber, I too was so excited I could have cried.
After Tiffany and Debbie Gibson, there was the New Kids on the Block, N'Sync, the Backstreet Boys, and so on. Admit it, you had your Justin Beiber too. Nothing but the hairstyles and fashion have changed. Bubblegum pop is bubblegum pop.
Tia
Thursday, September 16, 2010
No Memory Lapses Here
I've been blessed with having a memory like a trap. I joke that it's semi-photographic, as I tend to forget things like paying bills, birthdays and how old I am. Other than that, there's not much that gets past me.
My friend Gayle is always amused that I remember our college days living in rez, or the days we roomed together in Calgary like it was yesterday. I have friends who I met years ago that I remember what they were wearing the first time we met. If you're ever drunk and around me, don't tell me stuff. Chances are I'll remember it even though you don't. And it's great ammunition for blackmail or just pushing your buttons in general.
Having a good memory is a blessing, but a double edged sword, because it's also a curse. You and I know there's things you'd like to be able to forget! Bad relationships, bad childhood, bad scenarios in general. And when you can't forget them, they sneak up on you when you least expect it and hit you with a big pang in your heart.
I'm not sure the science behind memory recall and some people being better at it than others. I do know however, that if you care about something or someone, you don't forget them or the reason those situations were important to you in the first place.
I don't eat fish, which they say improves memory, so it's not that. Must be all the cheese and Diet Coke.
Tia
My friend Gayle is always amused that I remember our college days living in rez, or the days we roomed together in Calgary like it was yesterday. I have friends who I met years ago that I remember what they were wearing the first time we met. If you're ever drunk and around me, don't tell me stuff. Chances are I'll remember it even though you don't. And it's great ammunition for blackmail or just pushing your buttons in general.
Having a good memory is a blessing, but a double edged sword, because it's also a curse. You and I know there's things you'd like to be able to forget! Bad relationships, bad childhood, bad scenarios in general. And when you can't forget them, they sneak up on you when you least expect it and hit you with a big pang in your heart.
I'm not sure the science behind memory recall and some people being better at it than others. I do know however, that if you care about something or someone, you don't forget them or the reason those situations were important to you in the first place.
I don't eat fish, which they say improves memory, so it's not that. Must be all the cheese and Diet Coke.
Tia
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