1. Friends who don't get bitchy with you when you have to cancel plans with them.
2. Co-workers who are jones-ing to buy my stuff at the Lumsden Spring Sale on March 6th.
3. Snausages. They make the dogs happy, which in turn, makes me happy.
4. Maggie's snaggle tooth.
5. A husband who fixes mannequins, and blog comments (hopefully).
6. Not having to be on-call everyday anymore. I can just ignore the phone on my days off.
7. A silent apartment.....for the next few minutes anyways. :)
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 22, 2010
My Day Off
After a busy weekend of work, socializing and cleaning, I had planned for a quiet Monday off, catching up on my PVR'd programs, and eating chips, basically nothing. It's not working out the way I planned. It's only 3:00pm, and I'm pooped.
"Nothing" has consisted of an early morning meeting, a trip to the pet store, three loads of laundry, a pile of dirty dishes, making Scrabble tile pendants, incessant phone calls from work ( that I am not answering), a hunt for loonies for the dryer to finish the laundry, and I have cleaned up dog shit no less that eight times since noon. (no idea what the little fuckers ate, but it's not agreeing with them.)Oh, and I also decided to cook a fancy supper of roast chicken, scalloped potatoes and veggies because I'm a good little housewife.
I'll be in bed early tonight. :)
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I'm sure you've noticed, but my comments are missing. Haloscan changed to something else, and because I couldn't figure out how to move them, I decided to go with the "new" commenter that they've switched to, for the 30-day free trial, and put Smyrish to work figuring out what I can do. Unfortunately though, Haloscan didn't automatically switch my comments over like they said they would, and now are saying my blog doesn't even have Haloscan on it. Argh. Anyways, if anyone has any ideas as to how I can save my comments and get them back up and running, please email me.
"Nothing" has consisted of an early morning meeting, a trip to the pet store, three loads of laundry, a pile of dirty dishes, making Scrabble tile pendants, incessant phone calls from work ( that I am not answering), a hunt for loonies for the dryer to finish the laundry, and I have cleaned up dog shit no less that eight times since noon. (no idea what the little fuckers ate, but it's not agreeing with them.)Oh, and I also decided to cook a fancy supper of roast chicken, scalloped potatoes and veggies because I'm a good little housewife.
I'll be in bed early tonight. :)
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I'm sure you've noticed, but my comments are missing. Haloscan changed to something else, and because I couldn't figure out how to move them, I decided to go with the "new" commenter that they've switched to, for the 30-day free trial, and put Smyrish to work figuring out what I can do. Unfortunately though, Haloscan didn't automatically switch my comments over like they said they would, and now are saying my blog doesn't even have Haloscan on it. Argh. Anyways, if anyone has any ideas as to how I can save my comments and get them back up and running, please email me.
Feb 18, 2010
Slow Dancing With Renee
Back in the day, when I still lived at the House of Pain, and I was a million years from ever being married, the highlight of my week, was dancing to the last song on Saturday night. Brenan would play some Rage Against the Machine, let the crowd get crazy, and once they dwindled, Wilco would come on.
I never had a boy to dance with, and neither did Renee. We would drunkenly find each other, embrace each other, and she would put her head on my bosom. We would spend that last four minutes of our night slow dancing, singing, and watching Brenan dance with Tarus.
People tell me that those hard partying times of my life were useless, embarrassing, days I should regret.
To those people, I say nobody, nobody can eat fifty eggs.
Why would I ever regret the greatest days of my life?
Fun is fun, no matter where it was had, and you'd have to pay me a shitload of money to ever regret a moment spent with good friends and good music.
I never had a boy to dance with, and neither did Renee. We would drunkenly find each other, embrace each other, and she would put her head on my bosom. We would spend that last four minutes of our night slow dancing, singing, and watching Brenan dance with Tarus.
People tell me that those hard partying times of my life were useless, embarrassing, days I should regret.
To those people, I say nobody, nobody can eat fifty eggs.
Why would I ever regret the greatest days of my life?
Fun is fun, no matter where it was had, and you'd have to pay me a shitload of money to ever regret a moment spent with good friends and good music.
Feb 9, 2010
Grace in Small Things #45
From my travel journal, January 26th, 2010.....
1. I didn't have to spend my 31st birthday in a blizzard.
2. Swim up bars.
3. Being able to communicate and laugh with the Spanish couple at the bar, even though we couldn't speak each others languages.
4. Smyrish did not pass out drunk at the restaurant during dinner, and I didn't puke.
5. Even though I can't really remember dinner, I'm pretty sure we had a good time.
6. Sometimes, a great bartender, is just what you need.
1. I didn't have to spend my 31st birthday in a blizzard.
2. Swim up bars.
3. Being able to communicate and laugh with the Spanish couple at the bar, even though we couldn't speak each others languages.
4. Smyrish did not pass out drunk at the restaurant during dinner, and I didn't puke.
5. Even though I can't really remember dinner, I'm pretty sure we had a good time.
6. Sometimes, a great bartender, is just what you need.
Feb 6, 2010
Varadero Day One
From my travel journal (January 23, 2010)......
After five days in Havana, full of its "jinertos", odd smells, good music and interesting people, we headed to our resort in Varadero. Having never been to an all-inclusive resort before, I had no idea what the deal was, or what to expect.
After we checked in and were walking to our villa, I was reminded of the movie "Dirty Dancing". Ever since that moment, I have kept my eyes open for Patrick Swayze and Lenny Brisco from "Law and Order". Then, after seeing what I can only assume are the staffs quarters, I am positive that the real fun happens after the Caribbean dancing ends and the free bar closes, and that Lenny is around here somewhere, fixing all those botched abortions while Mr. Swayze teaches all the young tourist girls that their hips don't lie.
Side note to the Palinode: Smyrish has informed me that he's never actually sat down and watched Dirty Dancing, so I will have to get that DVD back from you. I know it's only been a couple years since I borrowed it to you, so I hope you're done with it. Thanks. :)
** I am fully aware that Lenny and Mr. Swayze have passed away.
After five days in Havana, full of its "jinertos", odd smells, good music and interesting people, we headed to our resort in Varadero. Having never been to an all-inclusive resort before, I had no idea what the deal was, or what to expect.
After we checked in and were walking to our villa, I was reminded of the movie "Dirty Dancing". Ever since that moment, I have kept my eyes open for Patrick Swayze and Lenny Brisco from "Law and Order". Then, after seeing what I can only assume are the staffs quarters, I am positive that the real fun happens after the Caribbean dancing ends and the free bar closes, and that Lenny is around here somewhere, fixing all those botched abortions while Mr. Swayze teaches all the young tourist girls that their hips don't lie.
Side note to the Palinode: Smyrish has informed me that he's never actually sat down and watched Dirty Dancing, so I will have to get that DVD back from you. I know it's only been a couple years since I borrowed it to you, so I hope you're done with it. Thanks. :)
** I am fully aware that Lenny and Mr. Swayze have passed away.
Feb 5, 2010
Photos from Cuba
View of the Yayabo River, near Sancti Spiritus.
Juan Valdez? (near Trinidad)
A view of my toes, and the Atlantic Ocean, (Varadero)
Trinidad, from above.
Catamarans and kayaks at the end of the day. (Varadero)
Myself, George Burns, and our bitches, kickin' it in Havana.
The Young Communists building. (Havana)
Boys fishing by The Fort. (Havana)Feb 4, 2010
Home Sweet Home
Well, we made it back safe and sound from the Communist Republic of Cuba. It was a great trip, lots of fun, very eye-opening and full of memories.
I had planned on blogging throughout my trip, however, once there, I realized that was out of the question. Access to the internet is not only limited and slow, but very expensive ( about 8-10 dollars per hour, ouch.)
Once I learned that, I thought that I would just write in my travel journal, and then promptly realized that I had left my journal on my desk at home. Sheesh. I did get some writing done though, thanks to hotel stationary and Scrabble score sheets, and will post some of my entries here over the weekend. I am also hoping Smyrish will do a guest post and give his side of the story.
Hope the past couple weeks have been good to you all.
Cheers!
I had planned on blogging throughout my trip, however, once there, I realized that was out of the question. Access to the internet is not only limited and slow, but very expensive ( about 8-10 dollars per hour, ouch.)
Once I learned that, I thought that I would just write in my travel journal, and then promptly realized that I had left my journal on my desk at home. Sheesh. I did get some writing done though, thanks to hotel stationary and Scrabble score sheets, and will post some of my entries here over the weekend. I am also hoping Smyrish will do a guest post and give his side of the story.
Hope the past couple weeks have been good to you all.
Cheers!
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