A drawring, a drawring, my freedom for a drawring!

WORDS

This is me playing football with the teens I work with. You don't want to mess with me on a football field. Because if you do you will probablly break my glasses. And I will take them off and expose my highly attractive glasses tan.

DRAWRINGS

My truculent expression causes you to tremble in fear. Or maybe it just brings all the boys to the yard.


What unsightly tan lines you have!

Now I can't be like Clark Kent and assume a secret identity just by taking off my glasses.

But I might still wear the tights just for fun.

~up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane. . . it's. . . it's. . . just some unripe fruit with a weird tan

On this day in history

My family came to Canada on July 22, 1988.

I was six, my sister was four and wearing a red dress. My parents were apprehensively excited. We left my native land at night, and flew six hours to Canada where our extended family met us.

My cousin, who was also six, handed me a can of Minute Maid orange pop . It took me a second to figure out how to work the sluice that separated my small, tropical, dehydrated self from the bright carbonated beverage. But I finally got the can open

But before it gave up the goods, it bit my lip.

Bloodied and parched, I drank. And to add insult to injury, I had an allergic reaction the orange poison within.

My cuz, he sure knows how to treat a girl.

Happy Anniversary, Mango family!

~onward, upward g. mango had a goat! day by day she tied it with a rope!

Baby steps and cake expectations

I took the evening off yesterday. Completely off.

And I actually relaxed: enjoyed dinner with two of my roomies, answered personal emails, cleaned the kitchen, told secrets, shunned work, and went to bed early.

And one of the teens I work with brought me a cheesecake this morning. Who needs breakfast in bed when you can have cheesecake in bed? Literally. She came upstairs, roused me from sleep with a whole cheesecake in hand. Living at work has some advantages after all!

And I am actually taking this morning off. I haven't even thought of anything work-related. In fact, I've just read a book and indulged in cheesecake eaten breakfast.

And now I will gather myself and go for a walk. To the community centre. Where I will sign up for a class. And work off the cheesecake.

Or maybe I will vacuum. And eat some more cake.



~g. mango enjoys long walks on the beach and recreational cheesecake consumptionvacuuming

This should not come as a surprise to anyone

I didn't join a class. I didn't even have time to go to the community centre to find out about one. I definitely worked overtime.

But I kinda took Friday afternoon off.

If by Friday afternoon you mean Friday evening. In which case, I definitely am not working this evening.

Because I am going to Victoria for the weekend! What will I do in Victoria? Prolly engage in some recreational activities.

Like sleeping and eating.


~all g. mango's bags are packed, she's ready to go!

Workaholics Anonymous

FROM THE DESK OF GREEN MANGO

Dear, kind readers,

I am writing this so you can keep me accountable.

Living at work has begun to take it's toll on me. I've already started making some boundaries to help remedy my tendency to always be on-call.

And starting this week, I am going to further separate work and life. I will set goals! I will not work overtime! I will join a class! Or at the very least go find out about joining a class. I will take Friday afternoon off and do something recreational! I will not count sleep as a recreational activity!

You have my full permission to scold me, admonish me, or cause me bodily harm if I don't reach the aforementioned goals by Friday afternoon.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

G. Mango


~g. mango before e except after c

Tyranny and Ivory

Summer at my house means lots of house mates. The Intern and I have been joined by seven more interns and the house is hustling and bustling. They are quite the enjoyable bunch, I must say. Full of youthful vitality, energy, and inexperience.

There's always lots of difference when you get nine people from different backgrounds living under one roof. And I am trying desperately to be flexible and graceful and understanding. Especially since I am the House Manager. But apparently I am not any of those things. When did I get this way?

Why can't I just accept that some people just wash the dishes and don't rinse? Or that some people just rinse and don't wash? Or that some people, against all reason, are cheery in the morning? Or that some people have never done their own laundry? Or that some people don't wash their clothes? Or that some people don't bathe? Or that some people don't use disinfectant to clean the bathroom? Or that some people have never cleaned a bathroom before in their lives? Or that some people don't know that raw meat juice can kill you?

Seriously, when did I get this way?

This is why I should not be allowed to be in charge of anything. I'm so much more fun to be around when I'm not in charge.


~ brought to you by your local tyrannical overlord!

The honest truth

I am getting old.

It's 11 o'clock. And I can hardly keep my eyes open.

~g. mango had an amazing birthday