Larocque and Roll

Rebecca, use your words! July 17, 2008

Ugh. Okay. Another month long break.

Tuesday at work I was trying to write up a draft of a document for a community group based on notes I’d made at a meeting the previous week. I realized that I’m terrible at writing up persuasive arguments because my first tendency is to huff and roll my eyes, and tell you to just agree with me already because of course I’m right and everything I’m telling you is the way IT SHOULD BE DONE. After my little ego fit, I calmed down, finished the draft and sent it off, thinking, “Boy, I should have given myself another day on that so the rest of the arguments would have time to formulate.” Nope.

I don’t know where I’m going with that story. Sorry.

So, what have I been up to? Well, there was that shiny new toy I bought, Ivor [1]. (I barely use the cell phone I have, so why would I want to shell out for an iPhone?)

Then Julie came for what had to be the most uneventful visit ever. To wit: Friday night we sat around in the dark and talked about work because we were too full from supper to bother putting the lights on. Saturday we watched a torrential downpour gradually flood the intersection down the street. That kind of uneventful. Plans to go to the beach were discussed and discarded in favour of naps, reading and watching movies (and knitting). [2]

Also in the past month, I saw a couple of movies. Get Smart was cute and funny, like a hamster, with about as much substance. Wanted was badass, and I spent a good ten minutes playing the “Hey! It’s That Guy!” game with myself before I realized that it was That Guy From The Russian Horror Movie. Kung Fu Panda was amusing, but I will never be able to hear David Cross’s voice and not think “it’s Tobias Funke!” Hellboy II was mixed - loved, loved, loved the creatures and effects, thought the story lacked something. Like a plot. But ass was kicked, bad guys were dispatched, and what more could you ask of Ron Perlman, I mean really? He is made of awesome.

And next week I’m on vacation. Not just the home-for-a-few-days kind, but the kind where I actually get on a plane and leave the province. I KNOW! Scary! For part of it, I’m returning to the scene of many of my best crimes, Halifax, where I haven’t been in almost seven years. I am so stoked about it. From there, it’s on to the Big Larocque Clan Gathering (BLCG), where there will be much merriment, laughter, and the traditional running of the lobsters. Apparently there are to be organized games, and my sister has gone about getting our family t-shirts with pirate logos and our names on the back (to identify our family “team” from the other 10 family “teams”). Woo?

1. Worry not - Gretchen is going to a good home with my sister.
2. I was going to make up a story about a visiting rugby team and our adventures, but obviously that would be even too far fetched for me to come up with.