Create. Evolve. Explore. Share. Spore. Can’t wait!
Create. Evolve. Explore. Share. Spore. Can’t wait!
Because my husband made fun of me when I mentioned the words Sleep Hygiene, I found this on Yahoo! News today. According the study mentioned (that is not new, of course), a good night’s sleep is within the reach of most of us if we follow common-sense guidelines for sleep hygiene:
I’m addicted to books. I buy them just for the simple pleasure of knowing I have them. I don’t read as much as I used to, but it’s improving. And of course, I visit the bookstore religiously. While browsing the best-selling section at Borders a couple of weeks ago, a book titled “Such a Pretty Fat” caught my eye, although I had the feeling it was just another one of those about a fat chick who becomes thin and then successful. And then I read the back cover. I brought it home.
If I count the time I have actually spent reading the book, I can say I was done with it in less than two days. It is hilarious, non-full of crap, and the fat chick is/was actually fat and starts changing that because of health reasons. In fact, she claims her high self-esteem can be dangerous. It is also a real character, the author herself, Jen Lancaster. Her books are her memoirs, and I have fallen in love with them. Last night I braved into a Borders full of hysterical teenagers (the new Stephanie Meyer book was coming out, and there were vampire lovers running all over the place), with the sole purpose of getting “Bright Lights, Big Ass.” — The nicest surprise was when the clerk girl told me I could find it in the humor section. Clever!
I finished reading “Such a Pretty Fat” tonight. It didn’t change my life or brought endless enlightenment. It just made me realize that sometimes we can’t take life too seriously if we want to achieve something. It also made me learn I will never join Weight Watchers because I cannot stand someone who thinks cake is evil.
There is a directory at my workplace. It has everybody’s extension number, e-mail address and position; and we have to shred it when outdated! ;-) Next to the names of people who speak other languages there are abbreviations saying so. My name is followed by ES and FR (Español and Français). Then there are footnotes explaining what those abbreviations are for.
And then I saw a CA next to the name of a workmate who was born in Toronto, but moved to the US when she was 7. The footnote explains she speaks Canadian. Imagine! I lived 8 years in Canada, and I had no idea they speak Canadian over there. I always heard English, French and a lot of Jouale (not to mention others, but I will talk about multiculturalism another day). But I never heard of anything call the Canadian language.
Unless you add an “Eh” at the end of the sentence? They probably know something I don’t. Or I’m just an obnoxious, self-righteous biotch. ;-)
I guess it bothers me the same as when someone asks me if I speak Colombian or Mexican. Good God… That is the problem with colonies. If we had been invaded by the Greek, it would be a totally different story.