a friend told me that he routinely makes a list of 10 things he's happy for and/or likes about his life... after calling him a fag i realized it's actually a great idea and put it on my list of ten things to get around to doing. i will encourage all to go ahead and giver a try. feel free to post it on your blog. oh...u don't have a blog? they're free.get one.
numero uno. happy for blogging. it's theraputic and a fun little activity that keeps me entertained.
2. super glad my condo is pretty and roommateless. minus the strange drip coming from the garburator and the unfinished bathrooms, everything is just grand. im amazed my white shag carpet has remained basically unscathed all this time. thanks again to ted for leaving all your cat hair here, it gave me motivation to vacume.
trice. the sun run. this little ten k adventure has woven its way into my life. i am happy that running is back in shellytown. it's awesome that i have people to run with and im glad that i've convinced others to run/walk it as well (cough,. suckers!)
four. i'm happy that the viewing of New Moon is only two nights away. nikita's house. be there.
5- for my friends, this ones foryou. for all the fun, excitement, entertainment and baking you bring to my life. mostly the baking.
6. i enjoy working at IVES and am glad it has worked out so well. i like having a certain amount of freedom there and not being subject to the micromanagement that many companies face. i especially like that facebook and other sites, that may or may not be work approrpriate, are not blocked.
7. i love oatmeal.
eight is a special one. this one's for the mum. well the mum/dad combo. i refer to them both as the mom. i bet the dad doesn't like that. someone has to be in charge though and i reckon carol takes the bag on that one. or takes the hat? whatver.... anyhow, thanks to the mom for being such a cool cat. if she only could get my garburator fixed she might have made it higher on the list. lol. kidding. did i mention anywhere that this list is in a random order? if not. consider it mentioned.
nine. im so happy tomorrow is the last day of the work week and that it is going to be kicked off with a little gabbys adventure.
ten. fireplaces rock. nuffsaid.
11. this one's a bonus! squash. spaghetti, butternut, acorn. i sure enjoy squash. i am sad it wasn't around sooner but glad we have finally gotten acquainted. shelly and squash sittin in a tree. fa la la la.
as katie would say: TURN IT UP.. lol whatever that means.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
A letter to the Comment
Dear No Comments,
I am sad that you keep showing up on my blog. Your presence is rather disconcerting. I wish your brother 1 Comment or sister 2 Comment(s) would take your place. Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out with you every once in a while- I feel like you keep me on my toes.
I know you could probably use a break from my blog as you have been working overtime lately. Please feel free to invite your Comment friends to make an appearance here. We can put on our commenting party pants and it will be a blast. Don’t let me down Comment(s), I’m really counting on you.
PS. Happy Friday.
PPS. Comments are fun.
Shelly.
I am sad that you keep showing up on my blog. Your presence is rather disconcerting. I wish your brother 1 Comment or sister 2 Comment(s) would take your place. Don’t get me wrong, I like hanging out with you every once in a while- I feel like you keep me on my toes.
I know you could probably use a break from my blog as you have been working overtime lately. Please feel free to invite your Comment friends to make an appearance here. We can put on our commenting party pants and it will be a blast. Don’t let me down Comment(s), I’m really counting on you.
PS. Happy Friday.
PPS. Comments are fun.
Shelly.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
dinner for one.
since i've been on my own the whole cooking for one person thing has really gotten to me. I haven't resorted to single size frozen entrees yet but it's only a matter of time. I'm sure glad Stouffers has come up with some encouraging news:
Stouffers To Include Suicide Prevention Tips On Single Serve Microwavable Meals
Stouffers To Include Suicide Prevention Tips On Single Serve Microwavable Meals
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
holy toes.
A 6-year-old boy with 16 toes is shown here at a hospital in China's Liaoning province. The boy is scheduled for surgery on Tuesday to remove the extra toes and fingers, he has 15, local media reported. Experts said a gene mutation contributed to the aberrance.
Photograph by: China Daily , Reuters
Monday, March 22, 2010
1000 awesome things
#590 Wearing a sweatshirt that hasn’t been washed yet
Feel that fuzz.
Yes, when you toss on a brand new sweatshirt just smile and enjoy the smooth silky softness rubbing against your skin. There are no lint balls, fraying sleeves, or crinkled tags scratching at your neck. It’s just the cottony soft freshness of a brand new friend.
Of course, we both know the washer and dryer will slowly murder our sweatshirts over time. That’s why if you’re like me you try and stretch out that cozy first wear feeling as long as possible. You keep wearing it and wearing it and wearing it and wearing it, all the while hoping nobody calls you out on the fact you don’t wash your clothes.
But come on, it’s worth it. It’s worth the looks. It’s worth the stares. It’s worth the undershirts smeared with red lint. So go ahead! Toss on a pair of sweatpants, plop down on your cushy couch, and lay back in that sunny and relaxing world of
AWESOME!
read more at...http://1000awesomethings.com/2010/01/15/590-wearing-a-sweatshirt-that-hasnt-been-washed-yet/
Feel that fuzz.
Yes, when you toss on a brand new sweatshirt just smile and enjoy the smooth silky softness rubbing against your skin. There are no lint balls, fraying sleeves, or crinkled tags scratching at your neck. It’s just the cottony soft freshness of a brand new friend.
Of course, we both know the washer and dryer will slowly murder our sweatshirts over time. That’s why if you’re like me you try and stretch out that cozy first wear feeling as long as possible. You keep wearing it and wearing it and wearing it and wearing it, all the while hoping nobody calls you out on the fact you don’t wash your clothes.
But come on, it’s worth it. It’s worth the looks. It’s worth the stares. It’s worth the undershirts smeared with red lint. So go ahead! Toss on a pair of sweatpants, plop down on your cushy couch, and lay back in that sunny and relaxing world of
AWESOME!
read more at...http://1000awesomethings.com/2010/01/15/590-wearing-a-sweatshirt-that-hasnt-been-washed-yet/
shelly.shore.
Monday is unoficially Run the Opposite way on the Track day. Please support the cause by doing just that. I promise your left leg will be very grateful. just did ten kms at the track in about 1hr 10min. it was really hard but felt really good to get it done. we are aiming for a street run on wednesday. i have put myself in charge of planning the route. should be rather interesting. i think i will go for a figure 8 pattern.
let me share my protein shake with you. Please note the list of ingredients is the order they should go into the blender. Yes, it does matter. 1 whole egg, one egg white, two pineapple rings and some juice, a few table spoons of oatmeal, a teaspoon or so of flax seed, a shake of cinnamon, about a cup of berries, two heaping table spoons of yogurt and lastly about a tablespoon (or as much as you can stomach) of cottage cheese. Blend well. Hint: do not knock the open container of cottage cheese onto the floor as that would be stupid and messy.
ted and i have extended our honeymoon for an additional two days. he felt he hadn't got enough cat hair on all my belongings and i am certain that i would get way too much quality sleep with him gone. we wouldn't want that! it's really cute how i just realized three of my keys off my laptop were missing. low and behold ted has spread them around my living room. waht a fun little game. the up arrow is pretty useless anyways. unless i wanted to play snake. that would be disasterous. i wish ted could read. i think he'd get a kick out of my blog. just incase he develops that ability i will say here that i did, indeed, enjoy our time together- it was rather nice to have a little furman keeping me company. the cuddles were well worth all the troubles. hjnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuko
lol that was totally Ted stepping on the keyboard. so cute.
ps my car is offically in the shop getting un-dented. I have this gutless little blue hyundai. Also, i pick up my new glasses on wednesday. so exciting. the one arm bandits are going to be retired! I know there are at least a few people who are ecstatic to see them go.
shes not ugly. shes actually kinda cute.
let me share my protein shake with you. Please note the list of ingredients is the order they should go into the blender. Yes, it does matter. 1 whole egg, one egg white, two pineapple rings and some juice, a few table spoons of oatmeal, a teaspoon or so of flax seed, a shake of cinnamon, about a cup of berries, two heaping table spoons of yogurt and lastly about a tablespoon (or as much as you can stomach) of cottage cheese. Blend well. Hint: do not knock the open container of cottage cheese onto the floor as that would be stupid and messy.
ted and i have extended our honeymoon for an additional two days. he felt he hadn't got enough cat hair on all my belongings and i am certain that i would get way too much quality sleep with him gone. we wouldn't want that! it's really cute how i just realized three of my keys off my laptop were missing. low and behold ted has spread them around my living room. waht a fun little game. the up arrow is pretty useless anyways. unless i wanted to play snake. that would be disasterous. i wish ted could read. i think he'd get a kick out of my blog. just incase he develops that ability i will say here that i did, indeed, enjoy our time together- it was rather nice to have a little furman keeping me company. the cuddles were well worth all the troubles. hjnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuko
lol that was totally Ted stepping on the keyboard. so cute.
ps my car is offically in the shop getting un-dented. I have this gutless little blue hyundai. Also, i pick up my new glasses on wednesday. so exciting. the one arm bandits are going to be retired! I know there are at least a few people who are ecstatic to see them go.
shes not ugly. shes actually kinda cute.
Monday, March 15, 2010
ted the terrible
i am trying not to be petty. he's a kitten. his thought processes are few. he's not out to ruin my life.
that was my effort at being the bigger person... or rather the only person, as he is a cat and therefore that saying doesn't really apply here. stupid cat.
this is how it goes with ted and I: Ted get off the table and don't eat my plant! quit scratching the couch. scratching at the door? yeah quit that too. don't tangle yourself in the curtains! stop knocking everything on my dressers over. stop drinking out of my water cup and 'accidently' knocking it over. quit puking up the aforementioned plant on my carpet. oh and ps this whole meowing thing is rather unproductive as i don't really get what you're trying to say.
i'm pretty sure he turned off my alarm last night and is the reason i was almost late for work this morning.
i think for st patricks day i'm going to dye his fur green. that'll show him.
that was my effort at being the bigger person... or rather the only person, as he is a cat and therefore that saying doesn't really apply here. stupid cat.
this is how it goes with ted and I: Ted get off the table and don't eat my plant! quit scratching the couch. scratching at the door? yeah quit that too. don't tangle yourself in the curtains! stop knocking everything on my dressers over. stop drinking out of my water cup and 'accidently' knocking it over. quit puking up the aforementioned plant on my carpet. oh and ps this whole meowing thing is rather unproductive as i don't really get what you're trying to say.
i'm pretty sure he turned off my alarm last night and is the reason i was almost late for work this morning.
i think for st patricks day i'm going to dye his fur green. that'll show him.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Nana always said...
keep your friends close and your perogies closer.
Little run down, shall we? We got an early start to Perogie madness,a bout 5:30. We began with doing some research on country music festivals across canada and flights and driving times to each. This may sound, to some, like non essential perogie preparation; however, they would be wrong.
At around 7 we headed tanning, again- not directly related to perogie madness, but who can focus on making gourmet treats when they are pale? Not i said the duck. After a nice little tan we sped over to super store and got down to work.
First- the Joe section. A little browse around the clothing aisles to get ourselves prepared for the Big Shop.
Finally we get to foodstuffs, me and Alanna are in charge of getting the bacon. After some humming and hawwing, comparing and poking, we pick a nice little PC pack. It goes in the basket(we each have a basket as a buggy can be too easy and convenient). Nikita has grabbed two of the biggest sour creams they have. I go on the cheese hunt. They have a whole refrigerated aisle of shredded cheese. my god. We do have some cheddar at home(previously frozen...YES you can freeze cheese, and in fact it makes teh cheese more tasty). So we grab a blended bag of mozza, parm and *insert other white cheese here.
Finally we are in the produce section. We decide that the 20kilo bag of potatoes will be enough and grab the large multi pack of garlic. They are out of regular yams and only have Giant Yams. I convince the girls these will be much easier to work with as there is less peel in relation to how much yam you get. Mini eggs and black penguin candies also have made it into various baskets. The sack of potatoes are being lugged on my shoulder. We make it to the checkout and into the car with no difficulties. The way home involves a stop for Mondo Burritos. At this point it is 830ish and we realize no perogies will be hitting our lips anytime soon.
We get home and dive into the peeling, chopping, boiling, shredding and doughing. Progress is astounding. The mess even more so. At some point Nikita realize she has eaten ALL the eggs in the house. 5 in one day? yes, really. We send her to the gas station for eggs. She returns and we are back on track until we discover the bacon has not made it home with us. Alanna is now off to the store to get some pig fat.
We come up with two different fillings: 1. Potato, cheddar cheese, sauteed onions, garlic and bacon; 2. Yam, rosemary and parmesan. They are delicious. we spend the next ten minutes taste testing. Please note that we have a 10lb bowl of the potato filling and about an 8lb bowl of yam.
The dough gets rolled out, with the one armed rolling pin. We argue about what size glass to use. We end up using a round tupperware container. They are rather large. We try to work up an assembly line but as we are all sitting on stools around the island and are too lazy to move it doesn't go as flawlessly as you would expect. Alanna decides she wants to try a Caliente (red wine with coke). It is delicious fyi. We finally get the cutting and stuffing and sealing down to an art form. It is 1030, alanna throws the towel in. We have thrown a test batch in to boil and then in the frying pan to crisp up. they emerge on a plate and lo and behold it's perogie time. The yam ones are a bit on the sweet side. The potato flavor one is delicious, very reminiscent of garlic fries.
Nikita and i are breaking into over tired giggle fits and decide we will finsih project perogie some other day as we have run out of dough. At this time we still have a totally full bowl of both potato and yam filling. We have approximately 50 perogies. We have brainstormed a few things to do with the leftover filling. Potato pancakes and yam stuffed raviolis. Nothing is definite at this time.
i apologize to Nikita's kitchen for the hell we put it through last night, and in advance for the further damage we will do to it when Perogie PART 2 commences.
Little run down, shall we? We got an early start to Perogie madness,a bout 5:30. We began with doing some research on country music festivals across canada and flights and driving times to each. This may sound, to some, like non essential perogie preparation; however, they would be wrong.
At around 7 we headed tanning, again- not directly related to perogie madness, but who can focus on making gourmet treats when they are pale? Not i said the duck. After a nice little tan we sped over to super store and got down to work.
First- the Joe section. A little browse around the clothing aisles to get ourselves prepared for the Big Shop.
Finally we get to foodstuffs, me and Alanna are in charge of getting the bacon. After some humming and hawwing, comparing and poking, we pick a nice little PC pack. It goes in the basket(we each have a basket as a buggy can be too easy and convenient). Nikita has grabbed two of the biggest sour creams they have. I go on the cheese hunt. They have a whole refrigerated aisle of shredded cheese. my god. We do have some cheddar at home(previously frozen...YES you can freeze cheese, and in fact it makes teh cheese more tasty). So we grab a blended bag of mozza, parm and *insert other white cheese here.
Finally we are in the produce section. We decide that the 20kilo bag of potatoes will be enough and grab the large multi pack of garlic. They are out of regular yams and only have Giant Yams. I convince the girls these will be much easier to work with as there is less peel in relation to how much yam you get. Mini eggs and black penguin candies also have made it into various baskets. The sack of potatoes are being lugged on my shoulder. We make it to the checkout and into the car with no difficulties. The way home involves a stop for Mondo Burritos. At this point it is 830ish and we realize no perogies will be hitting our lips anytime soon.
We get home and dive into the peeling, chopping, boiling, shredding and doughing. Progress is astounding. The mess even more so. At some point Nikita realize she has eaten ALL the eggs in the house. 5 in one day? yes, really. We send her to the gas station for eggs. She returns and we are back on track until we discover the bacon has not made it home with us. Alanna is now off to the store to get some pig fat.
We come up with two different fillings: 1. Potato, cheddar cheese, sauteed onions, garlic and bacon; 2. Yam, rosemary and parmesan. They are delicious. we spend the next ten minutes taste testing. Please note that we have a 10lb bowl of the potato filling and about an 8lb bowl of yam.
The dough gets rolled out, with the one armed rolling pin. We argue about what size glass to use. We end up using a round tupperware container. They are rather large. We try to work up an assembly line but as we are all sitting on stools around the island and are too lazy to move it doesn't go as flawlessly as you would expect. Alanna decides she wants to try a Caliente (red wine with coke). It is delicious fyi. We finally get the cutting and stuffing and sealing down to an art form. It is 1030, alanna throws the towel in. We have thrown a test batch in to boil and then in the frying pan to crisp up. they emerge on a plate and lo and behold it's perogie time. The yam ones are a bit on the sweet side. The potato flavor one is delicious, very reminiscent of garlic fries.
Nikita and i are breaking into over tired giggle fits and decide we will finsih project perogie some other day as we have run out of dough. At this time we still have a totally full bowl of both potato and yam filling. We have approximately 50 perogies. We have brainstormed a few things to do with the leftover filling. Potato pancakes and yam stuffed raviolis. Nothing is definite at this time.
i apologize to Nikita's kitchen for the hell we put it through last night, and in advance for the further damage we will do to it when Perogie PART 2 commences.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
ya'll are invited...
CALGARY STAMPEDE: the official invite.
I, Michelle Little, cordially invite you to save a horse, ride a cowboy in Calgary this July with my co-conspirators: Nikita, Amanda and Alanna. We will be kickin up dust the weekend of July 19th. Road trip stops shall include, but not be limited to: The Cabin, Banff and Lake Louise. The Best Western will be our accomodation. At 2.5 stars i think we are in for one hell of a treat. I bet they have an ice making machine on every floor! We expect this super long weekend to be rather tame with minimal amounts of drinking and debauchery- except for friday and saturday night. those are fair game. For more information please contact our trip coordinator Nikita.
imagine if it was friday today? that'd be awesome. sigh.
headed out to the track at 6. i have plomised myself to go slowly. here's my self-talk: it's not a race, shelly. you're only going to hurt yourself. slow and steady wins the race.
i tried to walk out the pain yesterday but that served no other purpose than to give me mild shin splints. i read somewhere that 'a little hair of the dog' and i'd be good as new. usually this refers to liqor, however, in this case it was referring to light excersize. i really shouldn't take advice off open online forums.
ted will officially be holidaying at chalet shelly as of tonight. poor coordination through the ryan and myself yesterday and he somehow didn't make it here. i think he (ted) got cold paws and changed his mind. cough, scaredy cat*
so Friday is officially the New Moon viewing. nix and i are going to rent it and then watch it in our vampire costumes. ... i didn't throw the costume idea past her yet, but i can't imagine her being against it. some fangs, fake blood and a cape or perhaps a trench- nbd.
I, Michelle Little, cordially invite you to save a horse, ride a cowboy in Calgary this July with my co-conspirators: Nikita, Amanda and Alanna. We will be kickin up dust the weekend of July 19th. Road trip stops shall include, but not be limited to: The Cabin, Banff and Lake Louise. The Best Western will be our accomodation. At 2.5 stars i think we are in for one hell of a treat. I bet they have an ice making machine on every floor! We expect this super long weekend to be rather tame with minimal amounts of drinking and debauchery- except for friday and saturday night. those are fair game. For more information please contact our trip coordinator Nikita.
imagine if it was friday today? that'd be awesome. sigh.
headed out to the track at 6. i have plomised myself to go slowly. here's my self-talk: it's not a race, shelly. you're only going to hurt yourself. slow and steady wins the race.
i tried to walk out the pain yesterday but that served no other purpose than to give me mild shin splints. i read somewhere that 'a little hair of the dog' and i'd be good as new. usually this refers to liqor, however, in this case it was referring to light excersize. i really shouldn't take advice off open online forums.
ted will officially be holidaying at chalet shelly as of tonight. poor coordination through the ryan and myself yesterday and he somehow didn't make it here. i think he (ted) got cold paws and changed his mind. cough, scaredy cat*
so Friday is officially the New Moon viewing. nix and i are going to rent it and then watch it in our vampire costumes. ... i didn't throw the costume idea past her yet, but i can't imagine her being against it. some fangs, fake blood and a cape or perhaps a trench- nbd.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
run of the sun*
what a sad sight i was this morning. i could barely squat down to pee. i considered trying to pee standing up but the potential mess scared me off. i hobbled around work all day, avoiding going downstairs as much as possible. it took me ten minutes to walk from the parking lot to my condo- usually it takes 45 seconds. i was going to give up and just crumple into a ball on the ground, but fear of frostbite kept me going.
day two of training consisted of 18 track laps, which is equivalent to 7.2kms. Thats three more laps than we did on Monday. Let's put it in perspective, 10kms is 25laps. so yes we did 18, but they were interspersed by about 6 walking laps and it took us about 45 minutes. The goal is to get it done in an hour or thereabouts. Sean [i told him i'd give him a psuedo name for my blog, but haven't thought of one. he suggested "Jason" as it's his middle name, but as we already have a Jason kickin' around i told him that would be unsuitable] was being such a drill sergent, which is probably a good thing becuase without that motivation i would've crawled home much sooner. I think i'm going to make him do stairs next time- i'm pretty sure he hates stairs!
i guess i should probably apologize to sean for sending him death threats by text messages last night. what if he's mad at me and makes me run way harder next time? puke.
59 days til the run of the sun. i reckon my calves should be feeling better by then.
day two of training consisted of 18 track laps, which is equivalent to 7.2kms. Thats three more laps than we did on Monday. Let's put it in perspective, 10kms is 25laps. so yes we did 18, but they were interspersed by about 6 walking laps and it took us about 45 minutes. The goal is to get it done in an hour or thereabouts. Sean [i told him i'd give him a psuedo name for my blog, but haven't thought of one. he suggested "Jason" as it's his middle name, but as we already have a Jason kickin' around i told him that would be unsuitable] was being such a drill sergent, which is probably a good thing becuase without that motivation i would've crawled home much sooner. I think i'm going to make him do stairs next time- i'm pretty sure he hates stairs!
i guess i should probably apologize to sean for sending him death threats by text messages last night. what if he's mad at me and makes me run way harder next time? puke.
59 days til the run of the sun. i reckon my calves should be feeling better by then.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
even blogging about running makes me tired.
ok ok ok. stop badgering me! i'll do the stupid Sun Run... my decision process was a fateful one. saw a friend at the bar on saturday, found out he moved down the street from me. got a text today saying he needs a running buddy tonight. next thing i know my Sent messages show me agreeing. stopped at the mall on the way home and got me a pair of all white nikes. not sure if they are 'runners' per se. can't wait to try them out. slash omg. what did i get myself into? my couches are so comfortable and warm and running is so not. i should take a lesson from that new fad surgery they're doing in CA- they implant this wire patch into your tounge so it hurts to eat; this makes you skinny. i wonder if they could implant one into your butt cheeks, so you'd never want to sit down, this would also make you skinny. perhaps. that or you'd find new creative ways to be lazy.
so on wednesday i am acquring a furry roommate. he doesn't pay rent, but i hear he snuggles pretty well. Ted, of the Clark clan, is coming to visit while they party in Florida. I think we're going to have a great time and hope he doesn't mind staying home all alone. Slash if he does mind, i hope he doesn't take it out on any of my carpet or furniture. what happens if i fall in love with ted and don't want to give him back to katie. do u think this would be a point of contention in our relationship? she's pretty level headed and forgiving, i imagine we'd sail through it just fine...i guess we'll wait and see on that point.
breaking news: running on a track tonight! this means my brand new runners will be safe from dirt. phewf. i am going to go eat a protein bar because i hear thats what people do when they excersize.
ps. if you don't hear from me it's because They were wrong, excersise CAN kill you. if this is the case, please bury me in my new white runners and my black party dress.
so on wednesday i am acquring a furry roommate. he doesn't pay rent, but i hear he snuggles pretty well. Ted, of the Clark clan, is coming to visit while they party in Florida. I think we're going to have a great time and hope he doesn't mind staying home all alone. Slash if he does mind, i hope he doesn't take it out on any of my carpet or furniture. what happens if i fall in love with ted and don't want to give him back to katie. do u think this would be a point of contention in our relationship? she's pretty level headed and forgiving, i imagine we'd sail through it just fine...i guess we'll wait and see on that point.
breaking news: running on a track tonight! this means my brand new runners will be safe from dirt. phewf. i am going to go eat a protein bar because i hear thats what people do when they excersize.
ps. if you don't hear from me it's because They were wrong, excersise CAN kill you. if this is the case, please bury me in my new white runners and my black party dress.
Friday, March 5, 2010
fangs and fantasies
Mm just opened an bottle of homebrew. Tastes spicy and a bit off. Must be because I just brushed my fangs. Speaking of fangs and fantasies and other unmentionable f words (mind out of the gutter you!), I still haven’t seen new moon. It’s probably on the free movie central channels now. The fascination with those books really is puzzling to me, even though I am affected by it. I thought the series was a mediocre story and the characters were rather shallow, but I couldn’t put the books down and am really looking forward to the rest of the movies. I think it mostly has to do with the thought of eternal life. … sidenote: Hope springs eternal. What the hell does that mean? It’s popped into my head earlier today and a hundred times since then. So weird.
Speaking of weird. Kings of leon is singing a song about a girl who’s only 17. those creeps. Those great singing creeps. I feel for them like I do for vampires. I want them both to bite me on the neck. Or whatever. Insert wine break here...
…and we’re back to our feature presentation: my condo, my life featuring my shiny new balcony. I am thinking of throwing another party sometime soon, but need to think of an excuse slash occasion. Maybe I should get engaged or something so I can have an engagement party. Will work on that. Lisa and I are going on a ManHunt next weekend- it’s being paired up with some Preparation H, which is code for planning lisa’s party.. theres a really long hilarious story about the code name for her party, but I cant tell it here. Uhm… slash there is no funny story. I just like butt cream. So soothing on one’s achy behind.
On the beat this morning they were talking about getting a guy’s attention vs. getting his affection. I only heard the intro so I’m none the wiser, however the whole idea of affection being different from attention kind of threw light bulbs on in this old attic of mine. Attention is easy. High heels and a dress and you’re done. Affection. Well who the hell knows? Not I, said the duck. Not i
Hike at buntzen lake tomorrow morning. Turkey dinner Sunday evening. Party on garth. Party on!
Speaking of weird. Kings of leon is singing a song about a girl who’s only 17. those creeps. Those great singing creeps. I feel for them like I do for vampires. I want them both to bite me on the neck. Or whatever. Insert wine break here...
…and we’re back to our feature presentation: my condo, my life featuring my shiny new balcony. I am thinking of throwing another party sometime soon, but need to think of an excuse slash occasion. Maybe I should get engaged or something so I can have an engagement party. Will work on that. Lisa and I are going on a ManHunt next weekend- it’s being paired up with some Preparation H, which is code for planning lisa’s party.. theres a really long hilarious story about the code name for her party, but I cant tell it here. Uhm… slash there is no funny story. I just like butt cream. So soothing on one’s achy behind.
On the beat this morning they were talking about getting a guy’s attention vs. getting his affection. I only heard the intro so I’m none the wiser, however the whole idea of affection being different from attention kind of threw light bulbs on in this old attic of mine. Attention is easy. High heels and a dress and you’re done. Affection. Well who the hell knows? Not I, said the duck. Not i
Hike at buntzen lake tomorrow morning. Turkey dinner Sunday evening. Party on garth. Party on!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Nervey McNervster
a shot of prozak with a side of vantax please with a glass of wine for chase.
having vince and sue over tonight and my stomach is all butterflies and my palms are all sweaty. i feel like a thirteen year old boy about to slip my girlfriend the tounge for the first time... yes... picture it. now disregard. im probably more nervous than that. anyhow, i cant really figure out why. im trying to get over it. an MGD and some MB (michael buble) are doing the trick in rather quick succession.
aunty joyce and i went to venettis for dinner. i bought them a gift certificate there for xmas and she used it on me and her! oh how lovely is that? i think we didn't leave a tip though. and by we, i mean AJ. i dindt have any cash so i didn't say anything. oh well. next time i go there i'll tip twice as good. slash probably not.
so Vien, my vietnamese accountant is trying to convince me to start training for the sun run. i have a few issues with this. number 1. i have settled rather nicely into this excersize free lifestyle. 2. i do not own a real pair of runners so i would have to go shell out a hundred bucks, which is really no obstacale at all. i just hate the look of runners. they make my feet look stupid. what a retarded complex to have, but i have it so shove it. those are about teh only qualms i have with teh running thing. oh and the fact that i dont think i could acutally run 10 kms- which is what i think the sun run is. how embarassing. its on my To Ponder list.
ps im pretty sure MGD is budweiser in a different bottle. how disgusting. reminds me of when i was little and had a sip of dads beer. i think im officially a wine-o.
note to self. get perogie recipe from one of the aunts. nikita has confirmed we will tag team a super batch of perogies. im thinking we can make up some pretty wicked flavors. here are a few ideas ive got so far: chocolate and hazlenut; maple syrup and baccon; raspberry cream; roasted red pepper; mushroom.
that is all for n ow. the entertaining shall begin soon. the prozak must be kicking in- everything has gone fuzzy and quiet. so happy here in shelly land. Toodleloo bitches.
having vince and sue over tonight and my stomach is all butterflies and my palms are all sweaty. i feel like a thirteen year old boy about to slip my girlfriend the tounge for the first time... yes... picture it. now disregard. im probably more nervous than that. anyhow, i cant really figure out why. im trying to get over it. an MGD and some MB (michael buble) are doing the trick in rather quick succession.
aunty joyce and i went to venettis for dinner. i bought them a gift certificate there for xmas and she used it on me and her! oh how lovely is that? i think we didn't leave a tip though. and by we, i mean AJ. i dindt have any cash so i didn't say anything. oh well. next time i go there i'll tip twice as good. slash probably not.
so Vien, my vietnamese accountant is trying to convince me to start training for the sun run. i have a few issues with this. number 1. i have settled rather nicely into this excersize free lifestyle. 2. i do not own a real pair of runners so i would have to go shell out a hundred bucks, which is really no obstacale at all. i just hate the look of runners. they make my feet look stupid. what a retarded complex to have, but i have it so shove it. those are about teh only qualms i have with teh running thing. oh and the fact that i dont think i could acutally run 10 kms- which is what i think the sun run is. how embarassing. its on my To Ponder list.
ps im pretty sure MGD is budweiser in a different bottle. how disgusting. reminds me of when i was little and had a sip of dads beer. i think im officially a wine-o.
note to self. get perogie recipe from one of the aunts. nikita has confirmed we will tag team a super batch of perogies. im thinking we can make up some pretty wicked flavors. here are a few ideas ive got so far: chocolate and hazlenut; maple syrup and baccon; raspberry cream; roasted red pepper; mushroom.
that is all for n ow. the entertaining shall begin soon. the prozak must be kicking in- everything has gone fuzzy and quiet. so happy here in shelly land. Toodleloo bitches.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
thai one on me
the Thai food train has entered the station. please mind the gap and keep your arms and legs inside the train at all times. first stop: lettuce wraps and a chicken mung pao thai gu or something. lol i made all of those words up- it was a dish with chicken, peppers, green beans, onions and spicy. we got it with a side of coconut rice, which is shockingly good. I'm going to have to stop saying that i hate coconut milk as there are too many instances when i love it (examples: shredded coconut on top of anything, pina coladas, and this coconut rice business). i think it'll be best for me to just stick to hating Thai curry/ maybe i can hate it on the face that it's green. i realize that many green things are delicious, broccoli for one; Thai curry however is not one of those things and shall never be one of those delicious green dishes that entices me to make yummy noises. how very unfortunate for us all, and by us i mean Nikita, as she is always rather devastated that we can't order Thai curry when we go... more on the Thai food experience and it's virtues...1. it is a block from my house. it literally is at the end of my block. i think it's closer than our mailbox used to be. i used to have qualms going to check the mail, but i reckon if the mailbox served lettuce wraps we wouldn't have had that problem. 2.it has a rather interesting and pretty Thai decor. theres no incense and no Buddhas kicking around, but it did the trick. 3.the waitress is full out Thai. super cute and really friendly. she didn't speak super great English, which is kind of what i look for in my Thai dining experiences.. 4. it was rather reasonable in price. twenty eight dollars for the two of us, plus tip. i got a full to go box for lunch tomorrow too. i made eyes for it and Nikita let me have it. good friend- i did, however, reciprocate with two homemade carrot cake cupcakes, 5. i got a stamp card with TWO stamps, which means I'm only eight away from getting a free entree. 6. we got our pick of the tables because the place was as empty as my wallet. that was a metaphor- what'd u think? I've been working on my poetic devices. sometimes I'm afraid my writing isn't literary enough. i will use more onomatopoeia's and alliterations- don't think i won't. 7. they have fried bananas on their menu. we did not indulge. i don't think i will make that mistake again- the mistake of not getting the bananas. i regret it whole heartily right now. i think I'm a glutton. i hear that's a sin. Whenever i think of sins i think of that movie Seven, where the guy sends the detective's (Was it Brad Pitt?) wife's head in a box to him. how disturbing. almost up there with Joyride when the severed dogs head gets sent through the doggy door. some movies should be sent to their bedroom with no dinner to think about what they've done.
you can be my rainbow and I'll be your pot of gold.
you can be my rainbow and I'll be your pot of gold.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
love.me.some.lamp
Ampersand: a lovely yet lengthy word for the 'and' symbol. I fell in love with the word and the use of the symbol recently. As wikipedia would have you know it is a corruption of the phrase and per se and... I will not elaborate on this.
I hate sneezing when I'm alone. I get an uncontrollable urge to say "bless me" as nobody is around to do so. I don't really believe the devil is trying to steal my soul or anything; I firmly believe he will get it in good time anyhow. Too few volunteer activities and goodwill coming from this camp. Plus when I find money on the ground I make little or no effort to find it's owner. Plus, I litter... And lately I haven't been recycling. I wonder if god cares about recycling. I wonder if I really care about god. I will go with a blase 'negatory' here.
A mild panic attack was had a bit earlier during my spree of shopping at home sense. After fruitlessly searching for a new duvet cover I stomped off back to the lamp section with my buggie. I get there and look down and realize I've got the wrong buggie. My pink vase, my ramekins, my purse - where are they!? who's taken them? I really hope they left the vase, it was the only one on the shelf and it was adorable! I power walk/run through the store trying not to be frantic and find my stuff sitting just where I had left it in the bedding section. insert sigh of relief here. Delete over reaction. I spent the next 45 minutes in the lamp section. I made a lamp loving friend and also caught up with Jen and her brother who were also browsing the store. They were unhelpful when it came to the choosing of the lamp. I don't blame them and I'm not bitter, although any help would have been appreciated. It wasn't my day to lamp is all.
Clearly it's been a rather uneventful day, the most exciting thing that happened to me all evening is when I farted and it sounded like a trumpet. I'm vaguely obsessed with trumpets since I saw this girl play at my Uncle Ron's church. She was pretty awesome. I reckon the trumpeting community wouldn't appreciate me liking their beautiful music to my flatulence.
I hate sneezing when I'm alone. I get an uncontrollable urge to say "bless me" as nobody is around to do so. I don't really believe the devil is trying to steal my soul or anything; I firmly believe he will get it in good time anyhow. Too few volunteer activities and goodwill coming from this camp. Plus when I find money on the ground I make little or no effort to find it's owner. Plus, I litter... And lately I haven't been recycling. I wonder if god cares about recycling. I wonder if I really care about god. I will go with a blase 'negatory' here.
A mild panic attack was had a bit earlier during my spree of shopping at home sense. After fruitlessly searching for a new duvet cover I stomped off back to the lamp section with my buggie. I get there and look down and realize I've got the wrong buggie. My pink vase, my ramekins, my purse - where are they!? who's taken them? I really hope they left the vase, it was the only one on the shelf and it was adorable! I power walk/run through the store trying not to be frantic and find my stuff sitting just where I had left it in the bedding section. insert sigh of relief here. Delete over reaction. I spent the next 45 minutes in the lamp section. I made a lamp loving friend and also caught up with Jen and her brother who were also browsing the store. They were unhelpful when it came to the choosing of the lamp. I don't blame them and I'm not bitter, although any help would have been appreciated. It wasn't my day to lamp is all.
Clearly it's been a rather uneventful day, the most exciting thing that happened to me all evening is when I farted and it sounded like a trumpet. I'm vaguely obsessed with trumpets since I saw this girl play at my Uncle Ron's church. She was pretty awesome. I reckon the trumpeting community wouldn't appreciate me liking their beautiful music to my flatulence.
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