Thursday April 24, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:43 AM ADT
Ahh it’s time to the joys of spring and the joy of finally goodbye to winter.
What a lovely time now to enjoy a wonderful evening walk – no can’t do that. What a lovely time to enjoy a nice bike ride – no can’t do that either. What a perfect time to bring the canoe to the water and paddle away – can definitely do that!
There was a short window of happiness when the weather was nice, the snow was melting and the use of the BBQ was increasing. The window has now been closed – if it would have stayed open, the other side of that window would have been flooded significantly more than it is now. Isn’t reality something to look forward too?
I guess there is some good news about all of this flooding – I know have a waterfront apartment, the under part of the car has been cleaned out (I’m a girl who is very unfamiliar with car terms, but I can point out where the muffler is located) and the grass is green.
Time to kick back and enjoy the after-winter.
Tuesday April 1, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:31 AM ADT
I laughed many years ago when Seinfeld had the Bubble show. Since then I’ve seen that concept on other shows like Family Guy. Although this has been primarily presented in a comedic setting, I want to change that and become the Bubble girl.
My office is now officially a contamination zone. I have seen the movie Doomsday, so I know exactly what is going to happen has this cold or flu virus spreads around. I am the only person in my department who hasn’t started to feel the symptoms. I cross my fingers I don’t get it – it’s a mean one.
I am instating the perfect plan to save myself; a will build a bubble that will keep all the germs out. All I have to do is measure the width of the hallway, and the width of the bathroom door, and I should be all set. It’s a fail-proof plan!
Or maybe it’s too late – this could all be delusions from high fever. I can’t say for sure, although a highly doubt at this point that I have escaped the germs… the bubble plan has been conceived a little too late.
Monday March 31, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:59 AM ADT
It is probably a consensus among women everywhere - unless you got a bad cut, you feel great after a trip to the hair salon. Although I feel the same way, I have to admit I overwhelmingly feel highly flammable.
I love going to the salon and getting pampered. Who doesn’t, right? When I leave the salon, I look and feel fierce. The hair looks great, the confidence is sky high and there is nothing that can stop this confidence boost, not even a gust of wind. They put in all the fancy products and make you look like you are ready to go out and party the rest of the night away. In an ideal world, this would easily be plausible – in my reality, the grocery store and piles of laundry await me. Isn’t that something to dress up for? I usually don’t, but when you look this good you have to go with flow.
In my normal daily routine I don’t:
A. Like using all the styling products, and
B. Replicate whatever they have created on my head since only half of it visible to me.
I blow-dry with my head upside-down and hope for the best. If it works out, wonderful, and if it doesn’t, a wonderful person invented a lovely thing called a hat a long time ago. Which means the confidence boost dwindles down as I have to style to my own hair with high expectations of what it used to look.
My first try at DIY styling turned out alright. I would brag about this, but this could all be luck.
Friday March 28, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:12 AM ADT
Disclaimer: if you have my kind of luck, this should occur naturally, as it did in my case.
I wish I could say I was out and about minding my own business, but I wasn’t exactly. In my joy for life, and of course shopping, I couldn’t help but laugh at the different mannequins and store displays. There is one store in particular who shall remain nameless - partially because I don’t know the name, just that they have the ugliest zebra print leggings. (If you live in Fredericton, you probably know which store I am referring to, since they seem to be proud if the zebra print venture.)
I easily get side tracked. Back to the point.
I was out, and noticing some clothes I don’t particularly care for. I am trying very hard not to say the word hate. For example, as this one is the focus of this story; The Superman t-shirt or anything for that matter. There is only a certain age group that can pull of the Superman trademark gear, and no it’s not in double digits.
I was in the store where I thought no other customer was, not that it would have mattered. I stumble upon the Superman tee and just can’t stop myself for making fun of grown men who live out their superhero fantasies by wearing the trademark. As a person from the opposite sex, I still wonder at what time exactly the superhero undies and sheet are considered immature. I can tell you from a woman’s perspective, i.e. my double-digit rule.
I can spare you all the comments, by they basically go as follows: ANYONE WHO FITS IN THIS SHIRT IS TOO OLD TO WEAR IT, but that’s just a personal opinion. The same can be said for many different types of clothes and that definitely includes some women out there.
As I am making major fun of the tee, a guy walks out of the dressing room giving me a look. I generally don’t pay attention, except for the fact that he had the same Superman tee in his hand…. I could hardly contain my laughing. I have the best of luck.
You’re welcome from preventing you from buying that shirt. I’m sorry to the store for loosing you a sale.
Thursday March 27, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:47 AM ADT
I have made it point to keep this column clean of gossip and celebrity culture. That has always been important for me, since there is way too much of it in the media already. I don’t want to contribute to this growing trend, except for today. I found something that baffles me and frustrates me.
We can all thank the wonderful MTV station for bringing us some of the most intelligence killing programming. In my opinion some of these shows kill off more brain cells than doing drugs and alcohol. But that is just an opinion as I am not a doctor and I don’t play one on TV.
Let’s fast-forward to the hills. The show I just hate. Another “gem” in the “reality” television craze. That in itself can easily be ignored by changing the channel. I can live with that. What I just can’t live with is Heidi Montag. I feel so much better getting that off my chest. (There is a possibility for a joke here since she just got a boob job, but I’ll take the classy road.)
After that short description, I probably don’t have to tell you (for those who don’t already know) that she is a bleach blonde California girl with a fake nose and fake boobs. Stereotypical ditsy blond girl. And of course, she thinks she can sing – much like other ditsy blond before her who can remain nameless as I just don’t want to list them off. There are way too many to list off.
But that’s really not what angers me, as it is sadly a reality of our time. Someone is actually calling her a feminist hero. I simply don’t understand. Reasons were given, none of them good or close to good.
The New York Times
Hero to all woman-kind checklist:
Low self-esteem
Plastic surgery to look more like a doll
Drop out of college
Try to make it as a singer
Wear reveling clothes
Be in an abusive relationship
(By the way, these are all facts from her life – some from my perspective, but I am sure it is shared by someone out there.)
And to think I wasted some good money on an education, when I should have just dyed my hair blond and increase my cup size.
(I should mention that this is a picture from her music video. Did I mention how great it is? That’s right I didn’t because it’s not. )
Wednesday March 26, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 10:29 AM ADT
For a long time, this thought has been lingering in the back of my head – I want a pet! Finally after all the talk, the wheels are going to be set in motion. That is, as soon as I figure out which pet I actually want. I’ve always considered myself a dog person, but I don’t think I have the time to be a dog person. Nor do I want to be the person gong outside in bad weather to walk my dog and pick up some things that need to be picked up. (Babe, this is a job tailor made for you – since I decided that I don’t want it.)
I’ve never had a cat, but I could be a cat person. That needs to be explored a little further. My main concern with a cat, I only like them when they are cute – also known as kittens. After that, they lose me. Of course, I can’t say that for sure having never owned a cat. A cat would suit the lifestyle better, that’s for sure. No outside activities in the bitter cold or rain. And most importantly, Babe, you wouldn’t be left out because you would still be tailored for a certain job that I just don’t want.
Outside of the whole dog and cat world is not somewhere I want to explore. When animals start looking like rats or just swim around a bowl, I lose interest. I’ve also been known to send a couple of fish to fish heaven. One of them tried to commit suicide by jumping out of the temporary home while the fish tank was getting cleaned. I can’t go through that heartbreak again – luckily my reflexes were spot on that day and the fish lived for another week. (I feel the need to defend myself a little. I did everything by the book – beta fish just don’t last)
A cat it probably is! It can take care of itself for the most part and be home all day. It’ll be cute for a few months, by then it shouldn’t matter what it looks like, I should love it to pieces. (Yikes, I hope this is not applicable to children. I can’t imagine it would be good to only find your children cute when they are babies.) Now, to find the perfect cat…. Are the Royale kittens taken?
Tuesday March 25, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 12:33 PM ADT
I’m going to blame it on the snow – because that’s what makes the most sense – the Easter bunny did not find my house. For the first Easter in all my existence, I am chocolate bunny-less. I am far from happy about that. Yes I got the good food and time with family, but not bunny.
At this point I should have highly considered buying it myself, but what’s the fun and excitement in that. There is no such thing as a one-person Easter hunt. Again, I would have to call that pointless.
Let me hide in my closet and let my new shoes comfort me… (the Easter bunny may not have found me, but the mall did!)
Saturday March 22, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 11:27 AM ADT
This is pretty self-explanatory. Have a great Easter, lots of food and time with family.
Wednesday March 19, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 11:27 AM ADT
Things to do when the internet is down….
(Ball of tumble weed going through the room)
(Sound of crickets)
I don’t know what to do – at all. What’s the point of having a computer of the internet id down? Play with PowerPoint, add different sums on the calculator… oh what a wonder of possibilities.
It’s been 5 minutes… why won’t it just work…. I
guess this about sums it up. It is only when the things I depend on fail, that I truly notice how much I depend on them. What a cliché?! Who knew I had that kind of cliché in me this early in the morning. When I’m bored, anything I can come up with to keep myself occupied is wonderful. Not to mention it is borderline pitiful when I’m going through the 5 stages of mourning. I would list them off to you, but Google is on strike. All I can say for sure – I was mad, and now I’m negotiating and not getting anywhere. The information super highway is presently closed to me.
Of course, by the time I post this, I will be up and running on the internet, and I will be happy once again.
Wednesday March 12, 2008
Vicky Gibson - 9:36 AM ADT
There is an infinite amount of possibility when someone takes it upon themselves to go out and explore their surroundings; Or in my case, when I need to go to the store because my daily regimen of cleanliness and food will be disturbed. This is a wonderful time of year to go out – you could even say it’s an adventurer’s dream. So much beauty of nature shines through and there are so many new details in the landscape, or as we so lovingly call them, potholes. With the winter we are having they feel more like an entrance to an underground world.
With more than one pit stop to make I was focused to get things done quickly and efficiently as possible without forgetting anything.
I was surprised, baffled, confused (I am looking for the right word to capture this feeling, but there doesn’t seem to be one) when looking for a couple of cheap pens lead me to condoms. Again I feel the need to insert the word confusion because as I sit here writing this, I still do not understand how someone in charge of store layout would so nicely display pens, and Crayola crayons right next to the array of condoms and lubes.
I can’t put my head around this one. Obviously, with my luck, as I was standing there a ten year old came walking down that isle looking for new crayons. Luckily, the mother was quick behind him and directed him back somewhere else. No crayons for him in the near future.
I can only suppose that this must be a symptom of today’s society in general. Or the more obvious reason, they need a new HR person because they are hiring some twisted people to work in that department. Crayons and condom…that pretty much spells out something completely different to me than isle 6. (Figure picked out the sky.)
