March 3, 2010 is our 9th anniversary.
or
3/3/2010 = 9th
or
3 + 3 + (2+0+1+0) = 9th
9 = 9
Cosmic.
I love you honey. The universe wants it so.
This sort of number geekery has happened before here. It seems I am a one-trick pony.
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It’s ok folks, it’s not me.
Still here, just unusually silent.
I am lucky.
In general I think I have been one of the luckiest people I know. I have been employed steadily at a job I generally love for the past 16 years without any real interruption, I have the best family and wife I could ever hope for, I’m healthy, I have great friends, the list goes on and on. I’m sickeningly happy.
I have always felt that this was a direct result of me simply expecting to be that happy and successful. It makes no real sense, and I had no reason to believe that it would actually work, but it did. I am one of the more, ah, relaxed people I know, and it’s probably because of that very fact; I expect things to probably be just fine, so I’m not worried about them, and because I’m relaxed they do in fact turn out fine.
Now this has been basically “proven” in a sort of long term study. The article gives lots of detail, but the main point is: being lucky can be learned.
You can become luckier just by trying, and upon reading the article I understand now that I have been doing this for years without realizing it.
- Lucky people tend to look on the positive side of misfortune
- Lucky people trust their instincts
- Unlucky people tend to be creatures of routine.
Way cool. Saw the article on Lifehacker.
On Saturday Quinn had a hockey game, and they lost 3-2. He wasn’t too worried about it, they just have too much fun playing to get all that worked up over it. We were walking out of the rink and I said to Quinn, ‘well don’t worry buddy, you can’t win them all’. His response?
“No, but you CAN lose them all.”
After I stopped laughing, I started thinking that this was actually fairly profound. In the grand sense, any “win” should be a reason to celebrate. We should be grateful for what we have, in essence. It can always be worse.
As I prepare to work again this weekend (which is 4 out of the last 5 weekends in a row) it is rather important to remember that it’s better to be working hard than hardly working.
Thanks buddy, I needed that.
I was sifting through some old emails last night that I had archived and came upon this little gem that I sent out to a chosen few back when I was carrying Quinn. It made me laugh to remember exactly how in tune I was to what people said, did, and how they acted around me. Enjoy.
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Nicole Vallentyne wrote:
So…
It would seem that yesterday and today mark the dawn of a new phase in pregnancy, and quite frankly, my least favourite. This new phase I will refer to as gigantism. Let me give you a few examples of how I am aware I have hit this particular phase.
Yesterday I am all set to leave the house and pick up Jordynn on the corner from the bus. On my way I run into a neighbour that I haven’t seen in a few weeks. Upon seeing me he says, “WHOA-HO! When are you due?” To which I reply, “About 2 weeks.” The conversation is ended with him wishing me luck. Luck how I wonder?
Not even five minutes pass when I see my other neighbour Louise, who says upon seeing me, “OH MY GOD NIKKI!YOUR STOMACH IS SOOO BIG! You look like you’re going to explode. That is a big baby. Oh you poor dear.”
Thanks a million!
So then we have today to reinforce any doubt I may have had about entering this new phase. Court and I go out for lunch, and I return from a restroom trip only to find many individuals unabashedly staring at me. Not staring at me in that adoring way of saying, “Oh, how wonderful. She’s carrying a new life within.” Oh no, it’s more like a gawking “Good Heavens!” kind of look.
Again, thanks a million!
To top it all off though, and this one really takes the friggin’ cake; I go into Bouclair today to pick up some material for a project I’m working on for Jordy’s room. To make a long story short, I had some material put aside from another store I was at in order to get all that I needed. As soon as I walk in, I quietly ask a lady at the cutting counter, “Excuse me, do you have a washroom?”
To which she yells at another worker at the other end of the store, “CAN YOU TAKE HER TO THE BATHROOM, SHE NEEDS TO GO!”
Great. So this other girl sees me (somehow) and says, “Are you the lady here for the white eyelet?”
I naively say, “Yes, how did you know?”
She replies, “Fern called and said that you were pregnant and big, and that I couldn’t miss you.”
All I could do was smile, and walk up to her and say, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE WHO ABSENTMINDEDLY FLAP YOUR CAKEHOLES AT WOMEN IN THE GIGANTISM PHASE OF PREGNANCY?!?!?!?!!??”
…Unfortunately, that is NOT the correct ending of the story, however it is fun to fantasize about. All is correct except the last sentence where I actually responded, “Great.”
I pity the poor bastard that says one more thing to me today about my gigantism condition. I swear to God I’ll go hormonal.
That is all. Thanks for allowing me that little rant.
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Rather late on wishing everyone this, but hopefully everyone is having a great holiday. Ours was spent in a slothful state, food and drink and sleep and that’s just dandy. It was the most relaxing and wonderful Christmas we have had, probably ever.
Have a great one, will be posting something again at some point, I’m sure.
