Did you know?

There are coloured people in Vancouver! And I hung out with a bunch of them last night. Feels so good to find people who understand.

Also, I found the only other mango-aged person in all of Vancouver. And she's from Toronto too.

Yesterday was a good day for making new connections.

Also, I started fencing lessons and drum lessons this week.

Who knew having a life would be so enjoyable?

Other than you, I mean.

~ en garde!

Usurped by my very own emotions

It's like being thirteen all over again. Except that I have a better sense of style and more confidence.

But the same shameful propensity to find solace in Mariah Carey songs.

~g. mango has to shake it off

Mood swings and mood rings

I feel good.

My butt looks great today. The Intern is coming to hang out in my new pad this weekend. I am out of the office and back with the kids in my old job. And despite my former apprehension, everything has worked out well with the new job.

Did I mention I got a new job?

At a church. Influencing impressionable young people. For money.

I know.

I can't believe they hired me either.

What with the massive competition, my lack of pastoral training, my love of fragmented sentences, and my overuse of single line paragraphs.

What were they thinking?

Who knows?

But it's great. And now I have two jobs that I enjoy.


~thou shalt not covet g.mango's asterisk

Alterations, adjustments, and alliteration

PART ONE: GENERAL

September seems to be overwhelming me.

What with the new house, the new roomie, the loss of the old roomie, the new job, and the new job description at the old job, I think I have met and exceeded my change quota.

I hope that means I get a raise, or a gold star, or something.

But I know it doesn't.

Being an adult, it really does suck sometimes.

I keep hoping for some sort of affirmation that I'm doing this right, or, at the very least, that I will be all right. But apparently that is not a part of the deal. Or maybe that will come as I continue to build a community to call my own. Though that seems to be a little slow going. But I am making major steps to keep it going.

Where's a gold star when you need one?

SECTION DEUX: LODGING

My new place is great. It's a two bedroom garden suite with a huge living room, and a sun-filled kitchen (also huge). We have no backyard, but we are blessed with an outdoor courtyard (read: there is some cement outside, and we can fit a patio set out there). We, in this case, refers to me and my Large Australian Roomate (LAR). He is Large and Australian, and entirely too tall for the place, but he loves it even more than I do.

PART THREE: MY HEART

Is grounded for life.


~g. mango will be with you shortly

I am

having the crappiest day ever.

~ the right honourable g. mango, mr. speaker

A Room of one's own

And a kitchen of one's own. And also, a hallway, a toilet, a dustpan, a food processor, and low ceilings of one's own.

I have them all!

~g. mango has officially moved into her new place.