Thursday, September 28, 2006

just me and the penguin

I have a penguin cocktail shaker and he and I have been quite close tonight. I got him for my birthday (thank you Vivian, super sock rocker) and have really yet to have used him - mostly he sits on my stove looking all proper and shiny. But, since I'm having THE GIRLS over tomorrow night for drinks and Vegas planning (more on that later) and celebration, the penguin and I have become quite tight. Oh, and yes, since you ask, THE GIRLS so does need to be capitalized because they are my women - and seriously, the word "friend" just does not do these ladies justice - they are salvation in sexy clothes. Anyway, the penguin, he has mixed several cosmopolitans tonight - some with raspberry vodka and some with regular. And instead of cranberry, we're using pomegranate juice (cos it's all we've got and also isn't it full of antioxidants? so while we're destroying our livers, the rest of us will be a-ok, right? right.)
So I think we came up with the perfect ratio of stuff, those babies were mighty tasty. And just so you know, I wasn't alone in my tasting, John helped. And yes, he did look rather cute drinking the pink drinks after all.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006


Alex Baumann is back!! He even talks like an Aussie (sort of) but hey!! He's back!! Okay come on, who among us did NOT drool over the man at the Los Angeles Olympics in 1984? Well ok, those of you who weren't born or who weren't in the throes of adolescent hormone overdrive didn't drool, but really, there's no excuse for the rest of you. Anyway he's here to kick our swimmers into gear so it's all good, right?

In other news, our pm is disturbed by criticism over Canada's role in Afghanistan. Really? Um? Isn't that a good thing? Don't we welcome criticism and debate? Isn't that important in a democratic country? Am I wrong here, people? Fear....and...loathing....fear and loathing....

In happier news...

Max shoved some paper in his ear because the noise in his classroom was unbearable...we got the paper out...eventually...
Charles continues to practice his violin...
Max had a loose tooth...trauma ensued...the tooth came was dropped on a beige carpet...mummy found now rests under his pillow awaiting the tooth fairy (who has had probably way too much red wine for a Wednesday night)

and so to bed....

Wednesday, September 20, 2006


Have a cold so feel beyond blech, but am still heading out to rock the Casbah (I am SO not making that up) to see Controller.Controller my newest fave band (yeah, I know, I have so many) but these guys are totally amazing. Love them, can't wait to see them live and pick up their new CD. And y'all should too. I can't really even begin to describe their style (I'm not good at that at all) but you can check out their website and get some samples for your own self and see that I know of what I speak. The having a cold part sucks big time though, but thanks to smoke-free legislation at least I won't come home coughing up a lung and smelling awful - no worse than usual, that is.

I also had to come on here to share this with the blog world too:

pickle juice sport seems legit, but it's hard to imagine pickle juice actually HELPing you hydrate, no?? Bizarre. I do think it would make a nice change from stuff like Gatorade that is so freaking sweet, though. And I also got to thinking that it might actually make a nice martini, but these folks beat me to it. Damn.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

a boy and his booty

The sweet taste of victory....and cinnamon graham crackers with rainbow frosting, of course

Friday, September 15, 2006

UPS hostage

I'm hanging out at home this morning waiting for the UPS truck. For two days, UPS has been trying to deliver a box - probably a big one - read on for more details - and I've not been around. So today, it's time to stick close to home in order to sign for said box. Oh, and the timeframe we're talking about? Well let's see - before 10:30; between 10:30 & 2pm; between 2 & 5pm; after 5pm. Great. So uh, since it's now 11am, I think it's safe to say the "before 10:30" option isn't happening. Rooting for 10:30-2pm now so I can get out of here and do stuff.

So what's in this precious UPS-delivered box? Well.....

Have you ever read the book The Contest Kid and the Big Prize? I think it was made into a TV movie at one point too, so maybe you're familiar with that version...anyway. It's a book I read when I was about 9 and as an aside, I have a ridiculously clear memory of almost every book I read as a kid, and yet books I read just last year? No clue. Can almost never remember them. Interesting huh? Or maybe sad and pathetic...whatever. But seriously, ask me about Jane-Emily or Double Spell or anything by John Bellairs or Madeleine L'Engle (her own website isn't working it seems) and I can talk all day. Those were some good times....

So back to the contest kid. The Contest Kid and the Big Prize was about a boy who entered every contest he could find. And one day he entered one, not even knowing what the prize was, but filled out the form and sent it off. One day eating breakfast there is a knock on the door and there stood his "prize" - the services of a butler. Hilarity ensued, as it always does in these cases, and there you have it. *gets out of 4th grade book report mode*

My contest kid won a prize too, he entered online at and won. We barely had any recollection of entering this contest, and couldn't remember what the prizes were, but a letter addressed to Max confirmed: one Dunkaroos water bottle, one lunch box, an adventure tool, and...wait for it.... a case - that's right a case - of Dunkaroos. Sweeeet.

But I sure could use a butler.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

randy bachman? in outer space? wha'?!

Well, the headline had me convinced.

So I have a new job. Well, ok technically it's an old job made new. I'm back working 2 shifts at the e-Library and it's so fun. I've totally missed the students, missed doing reference (especially virtually), and missed using my brain on a semi-regular basis. You'd think I'd be happy being a trophy wife with little to do all day...but you'd be wrong.

Oh, and the holidays are almost upon us, so for all you gadget girls out there, check out iBuzz

Seriously, it was only a matter of time, right? And it's worth checking out the website just for the theme music.

Monday, September 11, 2006

sounds like newfoundland

On this, the 5th anniversary of 9/11, I listened this morning to Sounds Like Canada. Shelagh was broadcasting live from Gander, where so many (38 to be exact) planes en route to either the US or Europe were grounded. I don't know about y'all but I am SO happy Newfoundland is the province at the edge of Canada in the east. Where else can you get that amazing spirit of hospitality and help while still maintaining a smile and a "awww it was nothing, really." attitude? Nowhere, that's where. Shelagh interviewed a pharmacist who spent days running around providing toothbrushes, nicotine patches and loads of other products to passengers; she spoke with a representative from the local SPCA who went to all the planes and unloaded and took care of all the animals that had been on board; she spoke with security screeners who assisted people as they got off the planes with big smiles and hugs and "we're so happy you're safe on the ground" kinds of greetings, as well as dozens more equally amazing ordinary people who went all out to ensure the best for these stranded and worried people. Absolutely incredible, and I hope if my plane ever needs rerouting, I get to go to Newfoundland. Props, Newfoundlanders - no other province could have done it better.

In other news, the pope can take a huge flying leap. Piss off.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

ah, drunks...

Courtesy of my friend Laura who is consistently rocking the joke emails. Of course, I do not recognise me or anyone else I know in any of, of course I don't...

1. Indubitably
2. Innovative
3. Preliminary
4. Proliferation
5. Cinnamon

1. Specificity
2. British Constitution
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
4. Loquacious transubstantiate

1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
2. Nope, no more booze for me.
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.
4. Good evening, Officer, isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh no, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.

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