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4月11日 What's Your Theme Song?***Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2***
"Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away" You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments.
And if you're feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too. What Color Green Are You?***You Are Mint Green***
Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well. Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations. You're very open and cheerful - and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life. Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you're ready for all of them! The Eagle Has Landed and is SleepingSo I'm reading up on current events and discover there is a man in BC who has set up a webcam on a nesting pair of bald eagles. I figure that's pretty exciting stuff, right? So I head on over here for a look-see. And yes, she's beautiful (I'm pretty sure it's mommy...there's supposed to be an egg under there) and I got to see her do that magnificant eagle cry you hear from up high, but I hope she moves more than just her head soon! Oh! I can see the egg now. She's just checking it's still there. Oh there's two of them! It's sounds like something is coming up her tree cos she's starting to get anxious and bury the eggs deeper. She's probably thinking, "Where is that guy? I've been sitting on these things for hours, I'm getting a cramp and I need some chocolate, damnit! He better get here soon, or he's going to regret even coming at all!"
I'll check in later to see if the poor bastard showed up with some grub for mommy. 4月9日 Sometimes you have to MAKE the ActionLast night was a pretty good time for us over here. Robbie would have been pleased and Dean would have had his face in the window for hours!
We were getting our supper together when I heard a car horn honk. I looked up and saw a lady in a car turning on to our street and a guy crossing. I thought it was pretty rude for someone to honk at someone to hurry up! So the lady turns into our street and parks her car right in the middle of the lane, gets out of the car and runs down the sidewalk after the guy. Wierd.
When she gets closer to him, he turns around and they start talking, but he keeps backing away from her, like 'get away from me crazy lady!' Pretty soon they walk out of my sight and five minutes later she comes back down the sidewalk. The wierdest part, she keeps on going! She doesn't stop at her car or anything, just wanders right past the front of our house and never even looks sideways.
So here's me and Gregg wondering what the frick is going on. I tell Gregg we should call the cops before somebody crashes into the car, so he does. Not five minutes later, two squad cars and a ghost car show up to investigate. They questioned Gregg outside, and me inside. All the while the tow truck was busy loading up the car...I've never seen a tow truck respond so quickly. The poor cop had a hard time getting through the overgrown hedges that lead to the front door we never use. The guy must have been 7 feet tall, and impressed the hell out of Samuel.
Gregg's cousin's life partner, Laurie, showed up when she saw Gregg's name on her monitor and gave us the low down. The lady in the car had apparently been drinking and the guy was her husband who had taken the keys away from her. She walked home and was having a nap.
The worst part is, they can't prove she didn't do her drinking when she got home instead of before driving her car, because she hadn't drank enough. Maybe having her car impounded by the police will be a lesson enough.
Lesson learned: don't park in front of our house; we don't like it. It is our part of the street, and we are very protective about it. If you do, your car will be towed! 4月7日 Dreams and Everlasting LoveYou know you really, really love your husband when you can't even dream that you're cheating. It doesn't even occur to me in my subconscious to cheat on my beloved...with a celebrity to boot!
I had the most delicious (yet extremely silly, as my dreams often are) dream about Michael Buble. Say whatever you want Alison, I know you dream about Bono and that other dude. He was doing a concert at some bar, but serving drinks at the same time! Yes, wierd but it makes sense to a serving girl like me. Anyway, he made his way to all the tables and I remember being so incredibly witty and charming. Yup, definitely dreaming. The details are all a little foggy now, but the last thing I remember before waking up is Mr.Buble wanting to give me a kiss, and I stopped him. ARRRGGGHH!! Why would I do that. So he ends up giving me this chaste little kiss on the forehead which makes me kick myself even more. I woke up a little miffed at myself for ruining a perfectly good fantasy.
But all's well that ends well I suppose. At least I know my loyalty knows no bounds even in la-la land. And he's pretty hard to resist...
4月4日 Told you so, told you so, na na na bijouDon't ask about the na na na bijou part.
I am proud to say that my favorite singer in the world won four juno awards on Sunday night. However, I am sad at the same time. While this means great fame and acclaim for one who has worked so hard, this also means two things for Michael Buble fans:
But all this ok. I can hold the memory of the concert I did see in my mind's eye forever. He did promise he would come back here, but there's no way for me to contact him and tell him he had better keep his promise. 4月1日 My Damn Foot's Stuck in the DoorKnock, knock.
Who's there?
Madam.
Madam who?
Madam foot's stuck in the door. (cue laughter from my seven year old).
This joke is very popular in my house, mostly due to the fact that my husband LOVES cheesy and corny jokes. And he tells them over and over again. I am told he gets it from his father, but I have only seen smatterings of this from Papa.
However, I actually got my foot in a door. I took a week's contract at an office to replace a lady going on vacation.
*WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING*
Disgusting levels of insipid self-promotion...please look away if you have a weak stomach.
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So I went in there, and wowed them. I mean really. I was there for five days, and I had those guys practically beeing me to stay. The project manager himself asked me if I wanted to stay on the project. Then he told me he'd see what he could work out and requested my contact information! AND THEN HE GAVE ME HIS BUSINESS CARD AND TOLD ME TO STAY IN TOUCH.
There's this feeling I've got inside that I can't quite describe. (heh, that rhymes and makes me think of a song I will post) Is it being valuable to someone? Maybe a little self-worth? Gosh...I haven't felt like that since I moved back to this fair city. They don't want to loose me and so they are willing to take me on full time. The boss that doesn't normally happen in one weeks time and they'd like to keep me around.
Yippee!! I've hit the jackpot! I knew I could do better for myself. I just had to step out there and prove it. I can't wait to tell my mother-in-law. She's going to be so proud of me. I wish I could tell my mother.
On a completely different note, I used the computer there to vote for Alison, and I'll do it from work tonight as well. That's three votes from me alone! Hah...down with the Fat Cyclist!
3月28日 Space of the WeekI must have cancelled my previous blog where I raved about Alison and how excited I am for her. I know this is making her usually one million watt smile even brighter this week. It went something like this:
I am so damn excited that Alison was nominated for site of the week, that I almost crapped my pants when I read that. Well...not so much crap my pants, but I really should have visited the little girls room before sitting down at my computer.
Of course I headed over to vote for her right away, and lo and behold she's winning this vitally important race. I nearly did (no really this time) fall off my chair. I started screeching at my highest decible, "She's winning! She's kicking their asses!" To which I was rewarded with the stangest look from her brother. Ah well, he still thinks I'm good looking at least.
It is my hope and biggest wish right now that Alison is rewarded with some sort of editorial or magazine column full of her witty banter and feel-good life moments. And all the not-so-feel-good moments, too. She's got a way of making them all enjoyable to read, and inspirational at the same time. She could bring joy to the world and get paid do to it at the same time! Best of all, she'd be where she wanted to be all the time...at home with those two beautiful little girls I am proud to call my nieces.
I wish this blog would have come before my sarcastic and angry one about the seal hunt. The Seal HuntOh no...what on earth are we going to do? Morrissey isn't going to play in Canada as a form of boycotting us. *sob* There goes my plans for beating my head against a wall at his concert.
The thing is, he has joined countless other celebrtities in the fight against our annual seal hunt. Not people that would really make me sit and listen, except for one. And this really kills me. Paul McCartney. A frickin Beatle. How can I speak up against a genius who has shaped much of my musical upbringing?
I'll tell you how. With facts. Facts that these celebrities are choosing to ignore. Facts like there are 6 million seals in the region presently involved in the hunt. The population is out of control, and this hunt is one of the only tools that will help that. Ask any wildlife professional and they'll tell you hunts are a means of controlling population. Otherwise, the seals will die slowly of starvation, leaving behind rotting carcasses to contaminate the environment. Those that do survive are forced to search for food in vain. Hunters are permitted to take 91,000 pelts in this hunt. That leaves 5,909,000 seals.
What about the fact that the hunters are actually shooting the seals now because high temperatures are causing the ice to melt. Seals are not beat over the head with a spiked club. This is not a horror movie. Yes, they're cute. Extremely cute, but so are Thumper and Bambi. No one cares that we hunt them every year.
I think the livelihood of our hunters is more at stake here. They need to make a living since the US has already deprived these poor souls of so much work already. Their safety is also at risk with the protestors driving too close to their vessels. Who's pushing the limits here? Not Canadians. They're doing what they've always done...and lawfully at that.
So boo hoo, Morrissey. Imagine the audacity of telling the world to boycott Canada for struggling to make a decent living and control an overwhelming population that is looming out of control. I say we boycott Morrissey and anything he has produced. As Canadians, our culture will be better for it. 3月19日 Today's the DayToday is the day when all hell breaks loose. Demons will rear their heads, and unknown beasts from the depths of hell will throw their horns back and laugh maniacally. Yes, that's right, Gregg's entire family is coming for his birthday supper tonight.
It's not that bad really. I do love them all, but I psyche myself out everytime. I have to clean everything in sight (not anything that's hiding...why bother?) and I obsess about the food I'm serving. I need everything to be perfect in order to impress people. I don't know why I'm like this, and I wish I could stop it. They like me for who I am, not the cut of my jib!
See, the thing is, his Grandmother is coming tonight. And I really want this lady to like me. I need folks from older generations to approve of the younger ones, especially since we're not married. This is a bone of contention amongst the older generation. (I'm trying to avoid calling them old people) If we were married, she might admit that she likes me. I can live with that though.
So, the menu tonight is:
It is hard for Gregg's family to go anywhere without bringing some sort of food item. I love this about them. Although I find if they aren't allowed to bring anything, they feel compelled to do your dishes for you. I know you're all thinking, 'Surely she jests', but I kid you not.
So, wish me luck with my forray into gourmet cooking for my chef husband. He always says it tastes great even if it tastes like poo. That's how much he loves me. 3月9日 Good Old RickAs seen on CBC.caRick Mercer takes Liberal leadership to eBayLast Updated Wed, 08 Mar 2006 16:48:12 ESTCBC Arts
3月8日 GimmeGimme Gimme never gets, don't you know your manners yet...
I decided to conduct an experiment of sorts last night. I wanted to see how many people would say 'Gimme' when asking for a beverage. My studies led me to the following conclusions:
I find that when confronted when the gimme syndrome, I turn around and immediately fill their request. When I turn back around with the desired beverage, I kill them with kindness. "There you are, sir, and have a wonderful evening." This usually results in wide-eyed stares, as if they're confused and are not sure how to respond to such politeness. Some will mumble a thank you, others simply grab their prize and stalk back into the bells and bright lights.
So why is it, that when receiving something that is free, manners are lost? I don't quite get this. You'd think it would be the other way around. "Wow, this is free? That's so awesome! Thank you so much for getting that for me."
Alas, I will continue my forray into the adventure of manners tonight. I'll run an experiment on how many people will actually get out of the way when they see someone walking with a heavy load. 3月6日 Cinnamon BustYes that's right. A complete disaster on the cinnamon buns. The recipe I procured from Celiac.com yielded a stickey gooey mess. It says to add more flour as needed, but an entire cup more? And to still the same result. Sticky ooey gooey. So, being inventive, I used saran wrap to try and flatten the pile. I left one thing out though. Flour on the saran wrap. So now I have a sticky gooey flat pile wrapped in saran wrap. Which I can do nothing with. I can't even eat the raw dough in complete desperation, because it is encased like a CD in plastic.
I have wanted these buns for a week now. If I don't my hands on some buns soon, I may do something crazy. Like eat a real one. This is impossible today since I ate TWO whole Robin's Eggs yesterday at the great cook-off over at Gelati Farms.
For those of you who are scratching your heads going, 'What the heck are Robin's Eggs?', they are the fascinating part left over after you've cut the middle out of a donut. They are sold at Robin's Donuts here where the battle for coffee supremacy has them fighting a bitter feud with Tim Horton's, who has surpassed McDonald's as the most profitable fast food chain in Canada (I read a lot of Restaurant News). Let me put it into terms you might understand:
Tim Horton's : TimBits
Krispy Kreme : Munchkins
Dunkin Donuts: Donut Holes
Krispy Kreme must have beat Dunkin Donuts to the punch on this one. In my opinion Dunkin Munchkins would be a far superior name to plain old Donut Holes.
As far as coffee goes, I hate to break it to the Americans, and please don't take offense, but you're donut shop coffee sucks! On a trip from back New York City, we desperately searched for a good cup of coffee to no avail. We found one that could pass as coffee somewhere in PA, but it was obviously not good enough for me to remember the name of the place. I'm sorry everyone, but you really should venture north if you want some real coffee that doesn't cost $5 a cup (a la Starbucks, which is quite good).
What's my point? I need some pastries. And quickly.
3月4日 Living WithoutI am frustrated today because I can't make my oogey gooey cinnamon buns. My self-help guru has informed me that rice flour will not rise as well as regular flour because there is no bloody gluten in it. So I've looked into it, and I have to use something called xantham gum. The problem is, everything I've read says you have to experiment with your recipes to get it right. I am not good at this.
If I get a recipe for something, I have to follow it to the 'T'. I cannot deviate from it no matter how much my chef husband tries to convince me. This is what makes me a great baker, and a not so great cook. This trait follows me to my job, where everything is black and white, never grey. It's gotta be one way or the other, and all rules always apply. They have to. Or my world crumbles and I get discombobulated. (Is that right? I could have just said frustrated or confused.)
So today, I will attempt to source out xantham gum. I think I know how to say that, but I'm not sure. I'm sure the people at the Bulk food store will correct if I say it wrong. (Just last night, I had to tell a new girl at work, that Chivas scotch whiskey is pronounced shivis, not shivASS. She was happy to know that.) And I will also purchase an entire pail of rice flour, because if I'm experimenting, there will be a lot of wasted flour. Or maybe I could go to Chapters and buy a gluten-free recipe book. Any excuse to go there makes me happy.
This, of course, is after I paint Samuel's new toy box, and Gregg makes one for Sophia (of Gelati Farms fame). We are lucky to be spending the day over there making an exceptional amount of food to have in our freezers. Luckily, I found soya macaroni noodles so I will be included in the macaroni and cheese feast.
After proof-reading this, I have discovered I cannot stay on topic today. What a wild day this should be. 3月3日 DifficultiesI am finding it hard to write about my work life without breaking the confidentiality agreement I swore to at work. I am terrified that someone I work with will read this and I will lose my job. While I never mentioned names, sometimes it's too obvious and I have to cancel an entire blog because of it. Good ones too. Sometimes the best stories I have are the ones I can't tell. And that blows.
I am happy however, that the owner and purveyor of Gelati Farms has been recommended for Lois Lane status. I am even happier that it was suggested that maybe her husband should wear tights. The thought makes me giggle like a ten year old girl. The best part of it is, he would do it.
I would kill for a picture of that. 3月2日 The Voices in My HeadI find that when I'm dealing with customers at work, there is constant dialogue in the back of my overstimulated brain. What goes on in there is totally different from what actually comes out of my mouth. Example:
Last night at around 11:30 pm:
Patron: "Can I sit over there?" (pointing to the restaurant)
Me: "I'm sorry, Sir, the restaurant closes at 11:00 but you can sit in the bar area."
My Brain: "Can you not see all the lights have been dimmed, the tables are empty and there's no servers in there?"
Patron: "Well, can't I sit over there?"
Me: "I would really prefer it if you sat in the bar, Sir" (I may be a great server, but I can only do so much...aerobics at work is not one of them)
My Brain: "Did I stutter?"
Patron: "Well I'm not eating then. I'm not sitting over here."
Me: "Well, I'm sorry Sir, and have a good evening."
My Brain: "GOOD!"
Patron: "And by the way, that's what I call good Customer Service, THANKS ALOT!"
Me : Nothing...I am already serving another table...I don't have time for this nonsense.
My Brain: "Screw you asshole!"
Unfortunately, the part of me which upholds customer service does not always win. This is abundant when I am very tired and I need a break. Example:
Me: " Hello Thomas, how are you today?"
Thomas: "I just came from the Prospector. I had a really good supper. I would like some apple pie for dessert. It's the only thing that's good one your menu."
Me: "Well then why don't you go back to the Prospector and have some pie there?" (This is acceptable to Thomas when said with a grin. He can appreciate sarcasm since it's the only interaction with saucy young people he has. This also garners much laughter and some oooooohs from my cohorts who love it when I'm a smart ass.)
Brain: "We won the battle this time boys! Remember, always attack when the enemy is weak." 2月26日 The Eagle Has LandedI'm so happy that some people have dropped by to look at my boring existence that I love so much. Now I'll have to make sure I can come up with some good stuff for people to read. I am apprehensive however, because this is something I could really sink my teeth into. Do I really want to spend a lot of time on this computer again? Yes, yes I really do, but I'm trying to devote my time to other motherly and wifey tasks such as cleaning, laundry and crocheting. I think I will be enveloped in this wonderful world of MSN Spaces because there are so many interesting and geniunely cool people out in the world, that I'd want to meet them all and impress them in some sort of way.
So for now, I will limit myself to a couple spaces a day and see where the road of life will lead me. GuestbookMy non-existent ego would love to know if you've been by! 2月25日 People Are StrangeSo even though nobody else reads this besides Alison, I will indulge her and list 5 strange things about myself. The time is now 8:20am.
#1 - The people I work with think I am strange because I hate drugs and I abhore people who do them. Especially people with children. This is good though, because they know not to do it around me or talk about it around me. They know I will rat on them. I can't help myself. If they're doing something illegal, I will tell someone with authority. I am not capable of turning away. 8:40am.
#2 - I take an hour long bath almost everyday. It is my time to myself to relax and read. I get anxious when I don't have my daily bath. I look forward to it so much that I plan things around it. I think it's important to have something to look forward to everyday, and the simple things in life are what make me happy. Like dry-cleaned clothes and coffee already made when I wake up. 8:52am.
#3 - I have to have guest towels that have never been used or put in the washing machine. It doesn't matter that we don't often have guests. I have to have them in case we do have guests. Not just one or two, but a full set. Face cloth, hand towel, and 2 or 3 bath towels. If anyone who lives here uses one just once, they are no longer eligible for guest towel status. As a result, I have an extraordinary amount of towels. 8:57am(that one was easy).
#4 - I can't put clean laundry away. I will wash everything in my house, put it in the dryer and then let it sit there for days on end. Sometimes a full week. This is strange because I hate wrinkled clothes, which invariably happens everytime. You think I'd learn. 8:59am(this is taking less time than I thought).
#5 - I don't think anything Alison listed is strange, but are part of what make her such a wonderful human being. And I can now manage (after 30 years of life) to think the same thing of myself. Yes, I still care what people think about me (I'm not still not sure why I care so much), but I've come to terms with who I am. And I'm happy with me, my life and my family.
Now that I've done this, I'm going to go visit every single blog that Alison has listed on her space. Maybe there will be some really interesting stange things listed there. 2月20日 Neo Citran: My NectarI have been looking forward to this cup of Neo Citran all night. It's so warm and relaxing and I'm so happy to be home from work. It's cold outside. Not just kind of cold, but damn cold. At least it's not -41 with the wind chill tonight. I heard yesterday that some Americans think we work in Farenheit, so when they look at our temperatures, their like, 'Wow...it's frickin freezing up there.' Can you imagine. Even when it's 25 here in the summer, they still think we're cold. No wonder they think there's snow as soon as they drive past the border into our country.
I would like to stress that I do not think all Americans think that way. Just some. Don't worry though, there are people in Toronto who think we live in igloos and hunt walrus. Walruses? Walrusi? I'll stick with walrus.
Back to Neo Citran, someone told me once that there are no medicinal ingredients in it. I believed them...until I read the box. For awhile, I thought I had been fooled all these years into thinking this yellow tart liquid was making me feel better. Once again affirming that I should think for myself, I can now rest easy.
And I will. Until I wake up to strange men in my house painting our baseboards. I wonder if I should put on my wonderful one piece jammies my mother-in-law made me and tease my hair up so they get a good scare when I open up my door.
Perhaps I'll keep my dignity and get dressed before emerging. |
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