Okay, so…the title might be a bit exaggerative. I am, however, using my degree and my grammar skills to help clients with a newsletter that they produce every 4 months. When I heard about this group, I was pretty excited that I’d get to spend time with clients doing something that I’m not only good at but thoroughly enjoy. What I didn’t consider was my Nazi-ism when it comes to proper grammar and consistency. I love my clients dearly, but they are cearly less concerned and aware of proper spelling, grammar, and consistency than I am and this is NOT OKAY. No, I'm sorry. I know I can’t expect them to be. I just think that they might be happier if they became as crazy about spelling and grammar as me. Because I think they might be taking offence when I mark-up, and essentially change every word in, their articles except for the odd “the” and “a” or when I grab my hair in frustration when they don’t make the borders even.
My bad.
The Big Bang Theory
In the newer episodes of the Big Bang Theory, there are two characters to discuss: Penny and Amy Farrah Fowler. Now, I have never really felt any kindred spirit type thing with any of the characters on that show, mostly because they are either super nerdy (Amy) or super pretty and popular (Penny). Both of which are extremes that I don’t fall into (although if I had to pick one, it would be the nerdy extreme :(). Anyway, I was watching an episode last week, and was rather shocked to learn just how much I am like Amy. She had a painting done of her and Penny as she was just so thankful to Penny for her friendship. A nice gesture, to be sure (just going to disclaim that I have never, nor will I ever, have a large painting done in honour of a friendship with someone. Just a small one). But it was her explanation of the gifting of this portrait that really got me – she told Penny she was giving her the gift because, before Penny, she was uncool and shy and didn’t have a life.
I have said this to ED. On more than one occasion. Oh, sweet Jesus...
Daddy Daughter Date
Saved the best part for last in this post. Daddy Bella and I went to see the Leafs play against the Sharks last night. We had a lovely dinner that I ate in, like, 2.5 seconds (and then saw some other girl eating the same thing really dainty-like and developed a bit of a complex until my next beer came) and then headed to the ACC. I love the atmosphere there – everyone is so hopeful and energetic because the Leafs haven’t lost yet and we all think they’re going to win. On our way in to the arena, my Dad saw a friend of his that is apparently rather well off as he was heading to his seat on the ground level. After general hellos and introductions, he went off in search of his seat in the Platinum section and we went UP in search of our seats in the purple section. And up. And up again to our seats. So…yeah, we were pretty high. Up, that is. My Dad and I did not smoke before going to the game. Are you kidding? Those stairs are way too steep – I don’t think I could get there without having a meltdown if I was any type of intoxicated.
Ahem, anyway, the Leafs didn’t play very well. Brown’s fight was pretty awesome, and their one goal was good. But other than that – they could have done better. But the time with my Dad? That was by far the best part. I don’t realize how similar we are until it’s just him and I together (we even sit the same - see above photo). And perhaps one of my favourite moments was when I ran off to the bathroom and left him holding my purse with my bright pink scarf tied around the straps. When I came back, he had placed it on the bar he was near, trying to keep an eye on it but also clearly trying to show that it wasn’t his.
“Haha, I realized when I got in there that I left you with my purse!”
“Yeah. I had to say ‘no’ 3 times.”
I love him.
Love,
Bella
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