Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Babies, Offspring, Spawn
Just wanted to give a shout out to all of my friends who recently gave birth, or found out that they will be giving birth. Good luck with that parenting thing...
(photo courtesy of Awkward Family Photos)
(photo courtesy of Awkward Family Photos)
Monday, January 25, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Can We Talk About This Guy For A Minute?
The shaggy guy on the left if Josh. Josh is romantically linked to that bronze beauty on the right (who happens to be one of my roommates). But we're talking about Josh right now. Josh is in a piano tuning, fixing, loving program right now. He learns how to help pianos be healthy.
Maybe last weekend he brought us big heavy, wooden gift. Maybe it looks a lot like this:
Josh gets 1,000,000 love points from our whole house for being awesome.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Can We Talk About This Girl For A Minute?
This is Chelsea L.
This lady is originally from the United States of America. There are a few products that one can get in that country that one cannot easily obtain up here in the great, snowy, sled dog laiden north. While visiting a grocery store in her country of origin recently she remembered one of these products and checked to see if they had it.
She came back and presented me with this:
Chelsea L - you get 1,000 points and a large chunk of my love.
This lady is originally from the United States of America. There are a few products that one can get in that country that one cannot easily obtain up here in the great, snowy, sled dog laiden north. While visiting a grocery store in her country of origin recently she remembered one of these products and checked to see if they had it.
She came back and presented me with this:
Chelsea L - you get 1,000 points and a large chunk of my love.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Inappropriate?
Do you ever wake up hungry and craving something that you really shouldn't? I totally woke up this morning craving the biggest cheesiest pizza. Strange.
Friday, January 15, 2010
For All Those Lonely Dentists
Exhibit A - Lady Gaga singing a song from her new album - "Teeth"
Exhibit B - Lady Gaga accidentaly bashing out the teeth of one of her dancers while in concert
Exhibit B - Lady Gaga accidentaly bashing out the teeth of one of her dancers while in concert
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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Monday, December 21, 2009
Extra, Extra, Read Allllll About It!
Just when you thought that you couldn't be famous for being crazy without being arrested, along comes me, the Olympic torch and the Hamilton Spectator.
Today's Spec features a wee blurb (by reporter Dana Brown) on the front page about how Olympic crazed I am, and a picture of my crazed Quatchi and Mukmuk loving self is on the second page.
You can go here to see them all together. Eeeeee!
Today's Spec features a wee blurb (by reporter Dana Brown) on the front page about how Olympic crazed I am, and a picture of my crazed Quatchi and Mukmuk loving self is on the second page.
You can go here to see them all together. Eeeeee!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
You Better Not Cry, I'm Telling You Why - The Olympic Torch Is Coming To Toooown!
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok....ok.
Let us just calmly talk about a beloved symbol of amature sport for a second - IT'S COMING TO HAMILTON TOMORROW AND THERE IS GOING TO BE A PARTY AND YOU CAN SEE THE TORCH AND QUATCHI AND YELL AND SING AND BE ENVIRONMENTAL AND LOVE AND JUNK!
Cough.
You may find out alllll of the helpful details here, but I'll also cut and paste some deets ici:
The public are encouraged to come early to Dundurn Castle and check out activities beginning at 4:00 pm provided by sponsors Coca-Cola and RBC. Dundurn Castle will offer free guided tours from 12:00 pm to 3:00 pm, and free roaming tours from 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm with interpreters stationed throughout the home.
12:00 pm-6:00 pm Free tours of Dundurn Castle
4:00 pm Activities begin at Dundurn National Historic Site
5:30 pm Celebration begins; entertainers include Tom Wilson, John Ellison, Jude Johnson, Hamilton Youth Steel Orchestra and more
6:30 pm Olympic Torch Relay enters Hamilton
3:30 pm-8:00 pm HSR special shuttle from the north side of King Street between Hughson and John to Dundurn Castle
Sooooo, you should probably come to the party, or at least see the torch go by. It may not be back for a good many years. You'll remember it. And if you come to the party you can come and take pictures of me stalking Quatchi.
Let us just calmly talk about a beloved symbol of amature sport for a second - IT'S COMING TO HAMILTON TOMORROW AND THERE IS GOING TO BE A PARTY AND YOU CAN SEE THE TORCH AND QUATCHI AND YELL AND SING AND BE ENVIRONMENTAL AND LOVE AND JUNK!
Cough.
You may find out alllll of the helpful details here, but I'll also cut and paste some deets ici:
The public are encouraged to come early to Dundurn Castle and check out activities beginning at 4:00 pm provided by sponsors Coca-Cola and RBC. Dundurn Castle will offer free guided tours from 12:00 pm to 3:00 pm, and free roaming tours from 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm with interpreters stationed throughout the home.
12:00 pm-6:00 pm Free tours of Dundurn Castle
4:00 pm Activities begin at Dundurn National Historic Site
5:30 pm Celebration begins; entertainers include Tom Wilson, John Ellison, Jude Johnson, Hamilton Youth Steel Orchestra and more
6:30 pm Olympic Torch Relay enters Hamilton
3:30 pm-8:00 pm HSR special shuttle from the north side of King Street between Hughson and John to Dundurn Castle
Sooooo, you should probably come to the party, or at least see the torch go by. It may not be back for a good many years. You'll remember it. And if you come to the party you can come and take pictures of me stalking Quatchi.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
So Close Yet So Far Away
To continue beating on a dead horse, or a recovery laptop...I get lovely lappy back this afternoon with a new hard drive and OS. Much blog posting will happen and things will get back to "normal".
And just so you have something different to read - in lappy's absence I have made around 15 or so meters of popcorn strings, 25 beer cap Christmas tree ornaments, a coke bottle angel, and a smattering of paper snowflakes.
And just so you have something different to read - in lappy's absence I have made around 15 or so meters of popcorn strings, 25 beer cap Christmas tree ornaments, a coke bottle angel, and a smattering of paper snowflakes.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
How Am I Even Breathing?
My little baby, my lappy (aka my laptop computer) is still in the hospital. The good Mr. BvO has diagnosed it with a corrupted operating system and possibly the beginnings of a hard disk failure. So it must remain the hospital for a blood transfusion and possible surgery. It will not be back in my sweet loving arms until late Monday or Tuesday.
Those of you who know me well, know that this is a severe kink in my life. I do have to say that it isn't so much the lack of internet at my disposal that is bothering me (although, i will say that occasionally it becomes an inconvenience) but the lack of media playing. I use the lappy as a sleep and relaxation aide - I fall asleep while listening to tv shows that are on my external hard drive and picture what is happening in them, thus allowing my brain to stop spinning.
So sweet lappy, I pine for you and your safe return. I am trying to be strong in your absence, but I must admit, I am distraught.
Friday, December 04, 2009
Critically Ill
My laptop is in critical condition at a talented friend's tech hospital. Posting may be limited while this crisis is sorted out.
Your sympathy, understanding, eggs benny, big macs, cokes and macbook pros are appreciated.
- Management
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Things That Make You Go Awwh
Next in our all good gifts series: the local nail salon/joint/place.
Let's talk about pedicures here people. I don't care if you're man, woman, or transgendered, if ya gots feet then they would probably love some lovin. Many commercial districts have these little nail places in strip malls. You know the ones, in those smaller shopping plazas with the pizza place, the convenience store and some other place to get food or clothing or both. And they have these nail places. The ones I generally notice have some sort of Asian related name. Ok, now you know where to look.
Here is why you should be looking - these places often have great deals. I'm talking 10-15$ less than your average upscale marble encrusted, mineral water giving spas (not that spas aren't great and very delightful to go to, i'm just sayin'). Now, I'm not sure if you've ever had a pedicure. But they are fairly fantastic. You don't have to get your nails painted, which doesn't matter, 'cause really, nail painting is just the sprinkles that are on the icing which is on the cake. You get a good soaking that's all relaxing and nice, a bit of a foot/calf massage. Then they get rid of all the masses of dead skin on your feet. You know all those places where your feet are peeling (especially now that we're in the transition from sandals to socks). They get all the grime and sin out from your toe nails (don't worry, there is no judging) and then they chop dem nails up nice. Chop, as in not rip (i know a significant number of the male population that rips, hecks, i know chicks who do it too, hecks, sometimes i do it). So then your feet are just nice. They're clean, they're not so rough and your nails are all clean and proper. Mmmm. Proper.
It's easy to make these outings a pairs things - your Mom and your sister, your Mom and your Dad, you and a friend, you and your lover, you and your mail carrier, you and your cousin's dog trimmer, whoever. If you grab coffees on the way, the whole experience could be done for 50$ and it lasts a decent amount of time. So let's recap - you can have an hour of face time with someone you like (or someone with bad feet that you just have to help), or you can have an hour with someone out of the house, you get clean, smooth, nice nailed toes, and you can cross another person off your gift list. It's win-win people.
Let's talk about pedicures here people. I don't care if you're man, woman, or transgendered, if ya gots feet then they would probably love some lovin. Many commercial districts have these little nail places in strip malls. You know the ones, in those smaller shopping plazas with the pizza place, the convenience store and some other place to get food or clothing or both. And they have these nail places. The ones I generally notice have some sort of Asian related name. Ok, now you know where to look.
Here is why you should be looking - these places often have great deals. I'm talking 10-15$ less than your average upscale marble encrusted, mineral water giving spas (not that spas aren't great and very delightful to go to, i'm just sayin'). Now, I'm not sure if you've ever had a pedicure. But they are fairly fantastic. You don't have to get your nails painted, which doesn't matter, 'cause really, nail painting is just the sprinkles that are on the icing which is on the cake. You get a good soaking that's all relaxing and nice, a bit of a foot/calf massage. Then they get rid of all the masses of dead skin on your feet. You know all those places where your feet are peeling (especially now that we're in the transition from sandals to socks). They get all the grime and sin out from your toe nails (don't worry, there is no judging) and then they chop dem nails up nice. Chop, as in not rip (i know a significant number of the male population that rips, hecks, i know chicks who do it too, hecks, sometimes i do it). So then your feet are just nice. They're clean, they're not so rough and your nails are all clean and proper. Mmmm. Proper.
It's easy to make these outings a pairs things - your Mom and your sister, your Mom and your Dad, you and a friend, you and your lover, you and your mail carrier, you and your cousin's dog trimmer, whoever. If you grab coffees on the way, the whole experience could be done for 50$ and it lasts a decent amount of time. So let's recap - you can have an hour of face time with someone you like (or someone with bad feet that you just have to help), or you can have an hour with someone out of the house, you get clean, smooth, nice nailed toes, and you can cross another person off your gift list. It's win-win people.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
It Was Not Eggs Benny, But It Was A Way To Start The Day
I thought I'd share with you how my day started on Monday. It is a tale that will warm the cockles of your heart.
It is no secret that I'm not a champ at sleeping or that bouts of insomnia mess with my life. And due to a medication snafu, the insomnia is gonna roar for a week or two. Let's go to the lack of sun time between Sunday and Monday shall we? I didn't spend enough of it being asleep. But by 6:30am I was as close to soundly sleeping as I had been in a while. That was until I started hearing a car horn. The kind of pattern one uses to beckon someone from a dwelling. (How's yer cockles, getting warm yet?) One or two beckonings would have been fine, understandable, even necessary. Twenty to thirty minutes of horn beckoning between 6:30 and 7am is not ok. Not ok (eye contact, head shaking).
After 20 minutes of horning I threw open the shutters and pulled back the sash (no bedpan Dad) to see what or who on earth - or 2 doors down on my street, could be making this rage inducing racket. It was a car. Sitting there. Idling. Idling and using it's horn to urge someone to come outside. I went downstairs to get a better look and...and honking again. My coat was on and I was out the door faster than you could say, "hey, don't get the snot beat outta you!"
I approached the car from the sidewalk to see a man in reflective construction garb, sitting in his car with the window down. The following is our "dialogue". All expletives have been smudged.
Me: Excuse me, is it you that is honking?
Angry Construction Man: Yah.
Me: Could you please not.
ACM: Ok.
Me: (starts to turn and walk away)
ACM: What are you, some sort of F'ing lawyer or something, that you don't need to be at work until 9?
Me: (a wide variety of answers flashing before me to use, but Jesus standing there holding my tongue) No.
ACM: 'Cause I'm just f'ing trying to get someone somewhere on f'ing time.
Me: Ok. But maybe could you try knocking on the door instead of honking?
ACM: Maybe you could mind your f'ing business.
Me: Ok.
(at this point a very embarrassed lady-friend comes skulking out of the house and mumbles an apology and I begin to start walking away again)
ACM: (as he's about to pull away) Go F yourself.
Tender moments in morning people, I bet your cockles are real warm now.
It is no secret that I'm not a champ at sleeping or that bouts of insomnia mess with my life. And due to a medication snafu, the insomnia is gonna roar for a week or two. Let's go to the lack of sun time between Sunday and Monday shall we? I didn't spend enough of it being asleep. But by 6:30am I was as close to soundly sleeping as I had been in a while. That was until I started hearing a car horn. The kind of pattern one uses to beckon someone from a dwelling. (How's yer cockles, getting warm yet?) One or two beckonings would have been fine, understandable, even necessary. Twenty to thirty minutes of horn beckoning between 6:30 and 7am is not ok. Not ok (eye contact, head shaking).
After 20 minutes of horning I threw open the shutters and pulled back the sash (no bedpan Dad) to see what or who on earth - or 2 doors down on my street, could be making this rage inducing racket. It was a car. Sitting there. Idling. Idling and using it's horn to urge someone to come outside. I went downstairs to get a better look and...and honking again. My coat was on and I was out the door faster than you could say, "hey, don't get the snot beat outta you!"
I approached the car from the sidewalk to see a man in reflective construction garb, sitting in his car with the window down. The following is our "dialogue". All expletives have been smudged.
Me: Excuse me, is it you that is honking?
Angry Construction Man: Yah.
Me: Could you please not.
ACM: Ok.
Me: (starts to turn and walk away)
ACM: What are you, some sort of F'ing lawyer or something, that you don't need to be at work until 9?
Me: (a wide variety of answers flashing before me to use, but Jesus standing there holding my tongue) No.
ACM: 'Cause I'm just f'ing trying to get someone somewhere on f'ing time.
Me: Ok. But maybe could you try knocking on the door instead of honking?
ACM: Maybe you could mind your f'ing business.
Me: Ok.
(at this point a very embarrassed lady-friend comes skulking out of the house and mumbles an apology and I begin to start walking away again)
ACM: (as he's about to pull away) Go F yourself.
Tender moments in morning people, I bet your cockles are real warm now.
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