tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61377492011-04-21T16:26:47.159-07:00not nearly as revered as hockey or beerjennoreply@blogger.comBlogger3221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1094916634923627162004-09-11T08:25:00.000-07:002004-09-23T10:22:14.236-07:00

Happy Saturday, everyone! Well, I've missed blogging in my absence, but Blogger was pissing me off beyond belief, and the oh-so-fanfuckingtastic mup was super wonderful, and set me up with a new blog home! Can you believe it?! I can now blog freely, and not be stuck staring at Blogger's "publishing in progress" screen, that doesn't actually publish. At least not for the most part. So,

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Hello, all. I'm going to be taking a respite from the blogging world before I lose what's left of my mind. Blogger is really getting on my nerves lately, and it took me literally 90 minutes just to get that "testing" thing to post. Seriously. So, before you hear something on the news about some crazy chick going completely mental, I'm going to walk away from Blogger for a while.

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Blogger doesn't want to publish for me today. Argh! This is a test...this is only a test...

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This morning I was annoying Sage. I think it's fun to bug her. Y'know, I feel it's really part of my motherly duties and all... I was doing a play-by-play of everything she did; "...and she's rounding the corner, I see she's making a break for it, she's gaining speed...oh, and she's reaching for her juice...what a great technique she employs while drinking her orange juice -- just

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1094417394952942012004-09-05T13:46:00.000-07:002004-09-05T13:49:54.953-07:00

Guy has been out working in the yard today, and he just called me out there to show me what he had dug up... It's Pokey! Yeah, he looks a little worse for wear, but man, what a trip down memory lane!

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Guy and I ended up on the topic of Johnny Depp last night. See, there was a commercial for a show on The Food Network, and I mentioned that David Rocco was a "pretty man", like Johnny Depp. Guy had a good chuckle about me having called them "pretty", and I mentioned that they're just not "manly", exactly. That they have a lot of feminine traits goin' on. I then pointed out that I have

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1094243136897285442004-09-03T13:17:00.000-07:002004-09-12T12:27:15.193-07:00

I was watching Queer Eye the other day, and something occurred to me. I think in all the episodes I've seen, when one of them says "Yeah, chicks dig that" in reference to something they're doing or planning, I have never, ever, thought to myself "Yeah, I do dig that." Am I so abnormal that I don't dig anything a typical chick digs? Is it maybe because of the gay? Maybe they should be

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I've debated whether I wanted to post about this. It's kind of something I feel I should post, and something I want to post, yet it's also neither of those things. Make sense? I know, it doesn't make sense to me either. Sometimes the road we take to get somewhere is not at all planned. Sometimes it's a big long detour. Sometimes it's a nice drive, and you take in the scenery. Sometimes

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I received some spam today. Usually I don't take a second look at spam, but this one really made me wonder. Take a look: В наши дни уже можно говорить о том, что процесс продаж превращается в искусство. Искусство, в котором нужно быть настоящим Мастером создания отношений с Клиентом. Мастером, который продает с удовольствием. Семинар дает вопросы на ответы, какие мероприятия в компании

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I found this while over visiting MJ. I had a good laugh at many of these, but let me just say: I do not own plastic shoes. (I actually have no clue what plastic shoes are.)

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Ohhhhkaaaay...what the shit is up with the fucking let's-drive-jen-completely-crazy toolbar plaguing my otherwise blissful internet existence!? I've had one toolbar for months that I can't get rid of. But that one's ok. I'm used to it, and once I click it off a few times it stays away for hours and hours. At some point today, though, I managed to get a brand-fucking-spanking-new toolbar

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Ever have one of those days where you keep thinking back to something hi-fucking-larious someone said and you laugh your ass off? I'm having one of those days today. (and lovin' it) Which, of course, means that my neighbours now have the last shred of evidence they needed to prove I really am "off-centre".

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I had Chinese food last week. Ok, that in itself isn't blog worthy, but stick with me here... For one thing, it was goo-ood. For another thing, my luck with fortune cookies happened again. Without fail, I get more than one fortune in my fortune cookie. Every time. Or, at least every time in, ohhh, the past 6 years or so. So, for the sake of argument, since I rarely used to be able to

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1093888572248703952004-08-30T10:54:00.000-07:002004-08-30T10:56:37.953-07:00

Tomorrow. 4pm pacific. World Cup of Hockey. Canada vs. U.S.A. *rubs hands in anticipation* Game on! :)

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1093828775137608732004-08-29T18:14:00.000-07:002004-08-29T18:20:41.236-07:00

Oy. I just spent damn near an hour in various positions even an Olympic gymnast shouldn't attempt. Aaaaaaaaand, I was surrounded by spiders and various other critters which are, no doubt, now in my hair. So, though my loins are burnin' and in general pain, I now have a big-ass bucket o' plums. If any of you folks have any suggestions with what I could possibly do with so many

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1093824944820695852004-08-29T17:04:00.000-07:002004-08-29T17:15:44.826-07:00

We have a section in both local papers strictly devoted to what people have to say. Kind of like a "rant & rave" type o' deal. It's the first thing I flip to in the paper. While the raves are pretty boring, the rants rarely are. Yesterday's paper held a gem of a beauty, let me tell yee. It said, and I quote: "Shame on the lady who screamed at us for discussing the Bible with people.

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A friend of mine is doing the Light the Night walk to raise funds for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. If you feel like you would like to give a little bit of your love to her, please do so here. Also, I've added an area in the sidebar, over there --------> Every little bit helps, and this is certainly a good cause. Thanks.

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Or not. I just got today's paper, and lookee-see what was in it! There were 2 other letters published that people had sent in, also tearing a strip off of dear ol' Cro-Magnon man. Woot!

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It's raining here today. Again. Which is wonderful, because rain is beautiful, water is good, and the sound of rain pattering on the roof is even better. And, the grass moss in the yard is finally green again. But, Sage let the dog out, in the rain, and left the door open for her. Which means that Coda successfully managed to track mud throughout the entire house. Lovely. So, I

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1093720953080788402004-08-28T12:17:00.000-07:002004-08-28T12:22:33.080-07:00

I'm actually a silver kind of gal, but in this case, I'm likin' gold quite a bit. Three words: Lori-Ann Muenzer. Mmmm. Yum!

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Actually, I read the news yesterday. Ok, actually, if you want to get technical, this started about a week ago. Last week I was reading a local paper, and I came across a column in which a very good satirical approach was taken in regards to the marriages recalled in California. The article was funny, but quite obviously had a serious underlying tone. The gist of it was that Americans

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I was over visiting the loveable jesse today (at his blog home, that is), and I found this quiz. Here's my result: You are a RSIT--Reserved Sentimental Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Archetypal Older Child. You are a hard nut to crack. You have a wicked sense of humor. Despite your reserved nature, you are more comfortable (and successful) in the meeting and courting mode than

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I'm going to let you all in on something that could save your life. Maybe. Or not. It began as a fun drive down to Seattle. A few friends and I decided to make the drive down for no reason whatsoever.* We had set out after midnight, and enjoyed a long, quiet, and nice drive down. Once arriving in Seattle, we stopped at a 7-11, since I needed gum. The jackass there intentionally

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Errr, lookin' at me, that is. I just stuck a shiny and new pic of myself, that I took only moments ago, up on my about me page. If you have a cast-iron stomach, check it out. You've been warned.

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Have you ever had one of those days, where you wake up and you're angry? And not like woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed angry, but just a general sense of passion and ferocity? I always have a healthy level of angst/rebel/anarchist in me, but today I woke up just pumped and on a mission. A mission for what, though, I have no fucking idea. Though, I have this feeling of fuck-you,

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1093106488071355772004-08-21T09:38:00.000-07:002004-08-21T09:42:56.756-07:00

I found this little thing in the paper the other day: I though that was just a rather cute and clever way to say what we've heard Bob Barker say for years, and years... "[Help control the pet population]; Have your pet spayed or neutered."

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I was just outside to check on Sage, who is currently outside making a "salad" for the butterflies, with the girl from next door (GFND). While I was out there, I overheard this conversation: GFND: Sage, have you ever seen Hot Chick? Sage: (hesitantly) Uhhhh..no. GFND: (tells Sage about some scene from the movie, which included a fart noise) Sage: Is that how babies are made?! GFND: WHAT

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Ok, she didn't really. At least not directly, and certainly not in a bad way. I was going back through Lachlan's blog since I had been MIA from the blog world for a bit, and I came across a link to this. I laughed so hard I cried.

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This is a little meme I found at The Realms of the Writer, and I thought it looked pretty neat. The meme seems to have originated from here. The point is to copy the information listed with your birth month, and to cross out anything that doesn't apply to you personally. So, here goes mine: DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and

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I was out with a friend of mine, once. Actually, it was the same friend who had to endure this embarrassment. I have known her for several years, and when I moved to Toronto we lost touch a little bit. During the time I lived in Toronto is when I clued in to being gay, and though she did know about my realization, it was never anything we had spoken about. I wasn't actually sure how she had

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Let me count the ways... In honour of this shit... ...I share with you a little ditty I just thought up in the midst of my heat-induced stupor: Humidity, you make me even lazier than I am known to be Humidity, you make me extremely nauseous, not to mention bitchy Humidity, you make even someone of my build get boob sweat Humidity, if I didn't stand directly in front of a fan after

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While I was putting together a desk this afternoon (and using a screwdriver): Sage: You sure are good at screwing, mommy. Me: (giggling slightly) Oh yeah? Sage: Yeah, you're really good at it! Me: I sure hope so. I was just waiting to hear myself let out a big Beavis & Butthead-style laugh and say "You said screwing." (It's the heat, the heat I say!)

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You know you're getting old, when you're watching TV, see a commercial for this, and find yourself yelling out "Ohhhhhhh, cooooooooool!" Thankfully I was the only one around to witness it. How this sort of thing preceeded grey hair is beyond me.

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1092416505309618942004-08-13T10:00:00.000-07:002004-08-13T10:01:45.310-07:00

I have the most kick-ass girlfriend in the whole world. Just wanted y'all to know. As you were.

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I don't know if it's due to the recent heat wave or not, but this is one of the funniest things I have ever heard. It's a wonder they allow Dubya to speak in public whatsoever. Really. The guy is as intelligent as dirt. If you don't find it that funny, please don't come back and yell at me. My brain most likely currently resembles something along the lines of creamed corn due to the heat

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1092168600751752882004-08-10T12:38:00.000-07:002004-08-10T13:17:57.480-07:00

I have new neighbours. The old neighbours were alright, but they included a yappy little dog and a creepy, slimy, old man that used to love to just stare at me. When I found out they were moving I was quite happy. I figured that they new neighbours would likely be better, and possibly even people I'd like to know. Nope. Initially it all seemed good. A couple...not far off from my

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1091817528582085282004-08-06T11:23:00.000-07:002004-08-06T11:41:33.090-07:00

Ok...so I was having a lazy evening yesterday. For the first time in a long while, I left the guitars alone and spent the evening sprawled out on the couch, eating and watching TV. I watched Canadian Idol. It was good. It was funny. They also managed to, in my opinion, give the right person the boot, which was nice. I then watched Corner Gas, which, as per usual, was side-splittingly

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I was just leafing through the paper, and an ad caught my eye. Counsellors Wanted! Having positive phylosiophy for healing and person growth. Clients referred, support provided. Reply by Aug. 30th Yes, the blatant spelling error and grammatical error were actually in the add. They weren't my doing. Not only is it frightening to see the horrible spelling of philosophy, or the

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1091724463141363022004-08-05T09:41:00.000-07:002004-08-05T09:47:43.140-07:00

Last night was Guy's turn with Sage's bedtime. Meaning that in addition to being the one to read her a story, he had to be the one to monitor that she was actually getting ready for bed, and not just goofing around in her room. She was supposed to be getting her pyjamas on, and after a fairly long chunk of time had passed (about 10 minutes), he decided to inquire as to what she was doing.

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1091553296993798182004-08-03T10:07:00.000-07:002004-08-03T10:14:56.993-07:00

Hello, all! I wanted to ask for some help in something that's been on my mind lately. I know that many of you are huge fans of literature, which is why I'm asking for your input and suggestions. I love reading. Love it. I'm not a huge fiction fan...I tend to read either boigraphical stuff, or true stories. Though, fiction is certainly a nice change in between the other reads. Anyhow.

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1091210906411351282004-07-30T11:04:00.000-07:002004-07-30T11:09:06.886-07:00

I just wanted to publicly thank the lovely and generous PDawg for taking time out of her busy life to make the music addict in me quite content. There are some truly mahhhvelous people out there, and PDawg is certainly one of them. Thanks again, PDawg. You rock.

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1091117750858899052004-07-29T09:04:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:17:29.950-07:00

I get quite a bit of spam in my inbox. It drives me batty, as I'm sure it does for most people. I usually delete them all without even glancing at them, because, really, why would I need to? I mean, I don't have a penis. Girth and erectile abilities aren't exactly things I need to worry about. Anyhow, as I was deleting my mountain of spam yesterday, I came across one that struck me as

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I'm alive! Sorry I haven't been around much. It's taken me some time to get back into the groove of my normal life after the excitement of the Indigo Girls. Ok, it wasn't only because of that. After having been away and quite lax with housekeeping and the like, I have been quite busy since getting back. Also, I don't travel well, so that took a lot out of me, and it's just been stinkin' hot

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1090598735211252522004-07-23T08:33:00.000-07:002004-07-23T09:13:25.356-07:00

Well, if there are 2 women in this world that know how to put on a good show, it's the Indigo Girls. Ok, there were no flashy stage shows or anything. Just them. Them and guitars (and mandolin)...and it was awesome. I don't think they'd ever be able to not be incredible live. They were sweet, funny, and just plain good. The opener for the show was Shawn Mullins. He was really good, and

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1090249558552359542004-07-19T08:02:00.000-07:002004-07-19T08:05:58.553-07:00

Well, folks, I'm heading off for a few days. Going over to the mainland to see the Indigo Girls. Woo hoo! So...I'll probably be away until Thursday. In the meantime I leave you with this hilarious video. See y'all in a few days! [link via This Charming Man]

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My mom and I went on a little road trip across the island yesterday. We have both wanted to see Tofino for quite some time, so we went. Tofino is about 2.5-3 hours away, and is an incredibly amazing drive across the island. The Pacific Rim Highway was, by far, the most winding road I have ever been on. I suppose driving through mountain would kind of be twisty and turny, but I wasn't

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1090017266486773482004-07-16T15:31:00.000-07:002004-07-16T15:34:26.486-07:00

[Idea shamlessly stolen from Lachlan. Go here to make your own sign.]

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I will never understand the bizarre warnings that are put on things. I know not to use a hair dryer as a heat source for my bed. I know not to use an air mattress as a flotation device. I know not to wear a gold lamé dress when dining at McDonalds. Y'know, the typical things that everyone knows. Well, I just found a new little Yellow pages type dealy on my front steps, and it (A

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1090001538297438012004-07-16T11:08:00.000-07:002004-07-16T11:12:18.296-07:00

There's an all-you-can-eat Classic Rock Buffet going on over at Friday Fishwrap. Just wanted to give the classic rock fans a heads-up. :)

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1089999542346526712004-07-16T10:37:00.000-07:002004-07-16T10:41:25.666-07:00

*phone rings* Me: Hello? Idiot on other end of phone: Alfred? Me: Uhhhhh, no.  You have the wrong number. Ok.  I may not have a high voice, but I certainly do not sound like an 'Alfred'.  Sheesh.

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1089987363468081092004-07-16T07:07:00.000-07:002004-07-16T07:25:23.416-07:00

I, my friends, have coffee! After 2 days of no coffee, let me tell you, I am wired! It's good to be back, baby! Sometimes a large double-double from Tim Horton's is the best thing in the world. Like today. It's entirely likely that I may have a post today that's coherent.  Imagine that! [Wham! reference is for my mom...she sure does love George Michael.] 

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1089927469459212012004-07-15T14:35:00.000-07:002004-07-15T14:37:49.460-07:00

I recently found out we had an earthquake here, overnight. I never get to feel them.

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I have a love/hate thing with these questionnaires, however, here I am, doing one. FIRSTS: First job: Working at the office my mom worked at, when I was 16, and schools were on strike. I never went back to school, and I never left the job. That was my one and only job...I think I worked for that company for 7-8 years. First screen name: daughteroftheearth (yeah, shut up) First

jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137749.post-1089915584960015042004-07-15T11:06:00.000-07:002004-07-15T11:27:22.273-07:00

When I was about 14, my friend Jen invited me along to go camping with her and her family. By camping, I mean we went to a campground complete with showers, laundry room, store, pool hall/arcade, and swimming pool. Yep, we were roughing it. Anyhow, it was a typical sweltering Ontario summer, and the idea of going for a swim was quite appealing. Jen, her mom, and I gathered up some food, and

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I'd like to say I can't believe it. But unfortunately there's no denying it. I have to wash the IKEA Slipcover From Hell. Again. Yeah. As if this time, this time, oh, and this time, weren't enough. I was upstairs, emailing a friend, and the phone rang. I go downstairs to answer the phone, and as I picked it up, I noticed Sage had drawn on her shirt with pen. That I don't mind. Her

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I ran out of coffee yesterday. Yeah. I'm without my trusty and much-loved mental stimulant today, and it's just ugly. I've been drinking tea this morning, and let me tell you...it sucks! Tea in the afternoon or evening is jolly good fun, I do say. But first thing in the morning? No. You may not be seeing much of me until I have coffee in my system again. And trust me, that's

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Over the weekend, we had Dragon Boat races going on downtown in the harbour. We wandered down there one of the days to take in the festivities. We decided to watch the races from the lagoon area. It was packed, but seeing as it was the best vantage point, we weaseled our way into the crowd. While most people were watching the dragon boats gliding across the water to get to the starting

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Once again, the magnificent Nicky, of Ajax in the City has shown that he is an amazing person. He emailed me to let me know he had added some links to his blogroll, because of my post the other day, and felt he should repay me by recommending a blog to me. I must say your recommendation was a good one, and I'll be adding that to my blogroll. Nicky, you are a very sweet guy. Some

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I hope all you folks out there had a great weekend. I did. It was cruddy weather, essentially, and my tummy decided to be a little angry with me. But, other than that, it was marvelous. I spent quite a few hours on the phone with my lovely Cordova, which is nothing to sneeze at. I think I could stay on the phone with her 24/7 and never want to hang up. But, alas, sleep and money always

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I was leafing through yesterday's paper a moment ago, and something caught my eye. I thought for sure I was seeing things. But, apparently, no. Check out the chick in the centre's top. It says "Yummy Mummy" Hey...it made me laugh. It's not often you see something like that in a little local paper. (Click photo to enlarge)

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Wow. Today is a big mixed-emotions day. I'm on top of the world in regards to my sweet Cordova. I'm still very much doing the Balki Bartokomous dance of joy over here. I'm angry about the total lack of humanity and common decency that some people seem to be able to posess. And I'm scared. Terrified, in fact. Why? The dog has been a little under the weather this morning, and

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Sometimes times goes by far too quickly. I had an incredible conversation with Cordova last night, that was over 3 hours long...yet it felt like only minutes. It's a very nice change from the usual day-to-day feeling of mere minutes, that pass so agonizingly slowly, that it feels like hours. I'm in an even bigger kick-up-my-heels mood than usual, today. I don't think my head has been

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No, I take that back. This is for any one out there who can find it within themselves to be cold hearted heartless. You oughta be ashamed of yourself!

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Alright...my child is a strange one. This is what just came out of her mouth: "...I mean, how did space happen? How did it get there? All those planets, and asteroids and all that. I bet nobody knows--not even the Chinese!" I'm not quite sure of the logic, there. I suppose it's the fact that she holds the Chinese and their culture in rather high esteem. Therefore, if they don't know

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Lachlan has a really neat discussion going on right now about her, and other folks', favourite sexy songs. Which inspired me to make my little song snippet of the day a sexy one.

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There are some incredibly kick-ass bloggers out there...and I figured I'd like to put a spotlight (albeit a pretty small one) on the folks in my blogroll. A Pillow Book from the Land of Artichokes: A very recently discovered blog. I think it's neat, and very different. Ajax in the City: This guy is funny! And I mean funny. Without fail he can make me at least guffaw on a daily basis. By

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Yesterday evening I caught a bit of the news. They were mentioning how a man managed to accidentally drive a car right into the water in Anacortes, Wa. It was a relatively benign story...no people injured. It just took some time to get the car out, etc. Then, at the very end of the story the news chick says: "The accident occured at a very inconvenient time, delaying ferry service

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You know when you feel like there's a bug on you, but it turns out to be a piece of hair or something that was tickling you? Well, I just had that feeling, and thinking that I'd find one of my stray hairs hanging into the back of my pants, I instead discovered a spider. Uhhhh, yeah. In my pants. I mean, really. That's just gross.

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A big thanks goes out to the wonderful PDawg. Yes, you. Don't look around all surprised, PDawg. A while back I had posted about some of my favourite Canadian musicians/bands...you had mentioned Tegan and Sara, and how much you love them. Well, can I tell you just how fucking much I also love those two girls?! So, thank you! I would have never known about them had you not mentioned

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Jebus, it seems like I've been away forever. Sure, I was here periodically over the past week, but I fell drastically behind in blog-reading, and somewhere along the line lost any anger or irritation that would have made for good blog-fodder. *sigh* But, there are a few things that are worth mentioning: I'm incredibly in love, and it's mahhhhvellous. Only 15 days until I get to see

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Yesterday, Sage asked me to marry her and her Spongebob pillow toy. I played along and went through the ceremony. Right after I mentioned that Spongebob could kiss the bride, she pulled Spongebob against her, they kissed, then she ran off saying: "Well, we're going to my room to make out...you know...to express our love." I nearly died of laughter. Not sure where she got the express

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Happy Canada Day to all the Canucks out there!!! And for the folks not celebrating Canada Day...have a great Thursday, July 1. Don't want to leave anyone out, you know. I'm off to enjoy not too much of this beautiful sunny weather.

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My mom is still visiting, so I've been busy doing stuff, and therefore not being very blogish. But, I did want to let you know that not only did my mom get a tattoo, she got two! That's right, two! She is now the proud owner of a Leo symbol on her right ankle, and the Chinese symbol for Tiger just above her right hip. And, like I had warned her would happen, she's already got an idea

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Yes...today is my love's birthday. So, it's a very special day, indeed. I would love nothing more than to just scoop her up after work and skip town with her, but since that's not feasible, this song will have to be in lieu of that. Happy birthday, baby. Power of Two - Indigo Girls Now the parking lot is empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed

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I had to call Telus today. Well, I didn't have to call, but I've had an odd problem with my phones since having moved in here, and I figured I'd try to get it resolved today. Well, it had to be the oddest, and most frustrating, phone call I've ever made. This may be a common thing, but it's certainly the first I've heard of it...instead of pushing buttons to get to a certain department,

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Melissa Etheridge's newest album, Lucky, is pretty much a soundtrack to my life, right now. There's one song, in particular, that is wonderful. In it's entirety. It's an incredible song, sung incredibly (like Melissa has ever done otherwise), with incredible lyrics. This song is for you, my dear. This Moment - Melissa Etheridge I, I am watching you sleep It's the promise you

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My mom just called me to let me know she's planning on doing something while she's here this weekend/next week. Something she's wanted to do, and I've been trying to get her to do, for many years. She was raised in one of those very dominating households. Very old-fashioned. And seeing as she's from Germany, very strict rules were applied to her, and expected of her, her whole life. She's

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From grades 4 through 7, I lived in a small town by the name of Port Colborne. I lived across the road from the Welland Cannal which meant quite the stinky spring thaw days. I went to a French Catholic school that I hated. It was dreadful. My dad had gone to the same school when he was younger, which, as it turned out, caused me a few problems. He, by the way, also hated the school during

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I'm starting to get a little concerned about the impending election. Only a few more days to go before we find out just what fate will be handed to us Canucks. I'm beyond terrified at the thought of the Conservatives being elected into power. Though, I suppose that should be obvious. This picture was in yesterday's local paper, and I thought it was quite fitting. Voters just are not

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Ok. There's this commercial that I see on the Food Network all the time that makes me want to claw my eyes out. Have you seen this thing? The commercial is for this tupperware-looking contraption that helps you to bread things. The actual item is a little ridiculous if you ask me, but that's not my beef. Why the hell do they make the people on these things look like mentally-stunted

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When the temperature I consider to be the "perfect" daytime high (20C/68F) is reached - and surpassed - before 9am. That, my friends, sucks ass. And not a freshly washed one, either. I hate this heat, and I want to die. Now...I wasn't always like this. Nope. I grew up in Southern Ontario. The nastiest place in Canada (as far as I know) in regards to heat and humidity. Then you

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Good morning. Or, should I say Good crack-of-dawn. C. is away this weekend. Which is good. The estrogen level is at a nice level...the only non-estrogen creatures in the house right now are the cats and bird - and I mean, really, they may as well be women. So, I enjoyed my evening having the house to myself, essentially. I watched the Bette Midler biography. I cried 'cause they

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The other evening Sage was getting ready for bed. She appeared in her doorway and decided to be full-force Sage... Sage: Mommy? Me: Mmm Hmmm? Sage: I had the worst dream the other night. Me: Oh yeah? What about? Sage: Well...[dramatic pause]...I had this dream that I was eating a giant marshmallow....and when I woke up, my pillow was gone!! Me: (uncontrollable laughter) Then, of

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You know, there's the big stuff that's unmistakable. All the wonderful things that are obvious and wonderful. The things that tell you, unequivocally, that it's right. Then, as if those things weren't enough (which they most certainly are), she says something to bump it up yet another notch: Me: Your mom's a nurse?? Mine too! Her: Really? Me: Yeah! Her: This just keeps getting

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I've been doing the "dance of joy" over here the past while. (Does anyone remember Balki Bartokomous?? Man, I used to love that show.) I have been blessed with the most amazing woman. I have. I'm not even remotely skilled enough with language to put it into words. The series of events in our respective lives that has led us to our meeting, are a little less than desirable. To say the

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Ok...a couple weeks a go, the landlady had a "new" stove brought over for us. It's a great stove - all digital, and self-cleaning, which is pretty nifty. Anyhow, about a week after having it, here, it started beeping and flashing some fault code. It drove me completely nuts one night, since it started beeping as I sat in bed reading at about 1am. It kept beeping, no matter how many times I

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I found this questionnaire over at Lachlan's blog. It looked like fun, so here it is: Act your age? Only when necessary. Born on what day of the week? Wednesday. Chore you hate? The cleaning of the washroom. Ugh. Dad’s name? Lionel. Goes by Neil. Essential makeup item? Har-dee-har-har! Ummm...cover-up. It's the only one I own, and since not everyone was blessed with perfect

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This is just the most perfect day. I'm in a euphoric mood, the sun is shining, it's hot out - but we have that lovely breeze we always have - birds are singing, and there are cherries ready for the picking out in the yard. Yum! On top of that, Sage and I just walked to the library (where I got a couple books I can't wait to dig into) and there was a busker in front of the Arts Centre

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Well...I was paid a visit the other day by the oh so lovely Jehovah folks. Yup. Good times. I was blessed with some of their literature, which they left behind...and, after seeing the title of this little booklet - What does god require of us? - I was already a little pissy...so I read on. Now...my apologies to any of my readers who are religious. I know there are a few of you...and

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I just spent a few hours at an open house where C. works. It was fun...bouncy house for the kids, face painting, cotton candy, etc. And free food. Can't overlook that lovely aspect. There was also a live band there. I left after they had only performed one song, but it seems my little Canadiana music experience was honoured...they played Sheila by 54*40. Last time I heard that song

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Land of some super kick-ass musicians. I have spent the last couple of days completely immersed in CanCon. I figured, as a bit of a public service announcement to those not from my home and native land, I'd share with you a few of my favourite Canadian bands...and if you feel so inclined, you can check 'em out, and maybe discover some new music. Why the hell not, eh? Well...for anyone

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I had the music on quite loud, as per usual, and couldn't hear the door. Next thing I know I'm being asked about listening to the Bee Gees. Huh?? Turns out that when Sage answered the door, she explained that I didn't hear it 'cause I was "rockin' out to the Bee Gees." "The Butchies, Sage. Butchies." I managed a weak smile to explain that I would, of course, never be found

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You know...there are just some days that you can lean back and smile about life. My daughter is back to being her old self. She's been adorable as all get out. Coda has decided to become a much better behaved little puppy. Of course, she's only about 3 months old, so she did chew a pair of my sneakers to shreds, but they were old. So, it's all good. Mother Nature apparently thought

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Yes...as you can tell, I've (once again) switched templates. I know I like this better than the old one, but I'm not sure if it's quite what I want. Meh. If anything's not working, just let me know. Thanks, all!

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OK, you know how everyone thinks their kid is the best kid? Or the cutest? Or the most unique? Or the strangest? Well, if you thought yours was the strangest, sorry to burst yer little bubble there, matey, but mine is. And, no, I'm not bragging, exactly. Sage has been a little moody as of late. She was getting snippy with me as I was making her lunch, and I said; "What's up,

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Dear Mother Nature, I thought we were tight. I thought we understood each other. You bring rain, you bring sun. You bring wind. I marvel. However, for the past while, here on the so-called "wet-coast", it hasn't been very wet. In fact, it's been downright dry. Which is fine. Sun is good. I know you know we have a water restriction. I know you do, don't look away. Look at me in

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I received an email from Steven Neff of the Gay Youth Unity Project. He asked if I would be able to post a button linking to the organization. Well, of course I can! I can't imagine what it would be like to be a gay youth. I really can't...I didn't clue in until much later. However, I think had I clued in at a younger age, I would most definitely have wanted to know about

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I grew up in the 80's. Well, I did some of my growing up in the 80's. And during that time, I had Fashion Plates. Does anyone remember Fashion Plates? Anyhow, it would seem I didn't spend nearly enough time playing with mine, considering what I can manage to throw together as an acceptable outfit. I was just starting laundry, and the door to the basement has a full-length mirror on it.

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I was unsure as to whether I wanted to post a question and answer type deal. But, after realizing I don't have much to say at the moment, I figured I'd post it. 1. Who are you? 2. Have we ever met? 3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 4. Describe me in one word. 5. What reminds you of me? 6. If you could give me anything, what would it be? 7. Ever wanted to

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I read my horoscope every day. I'm not entirely sure why. It could be just for something to do, or it could be because if it's good news, I can hope it's right. I woke early today, since the sun coming through my window was enough to cook me alive. Once the dog had finished trying to lick my face (I hate that) I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and went downstairs to make some coffee. Then,

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