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2007-01-18T14:45:00.000-04:00

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It's So Hard to Say Goodbye

2007-01-11T13:48:00.000-04:00

Some of you will be very glad to know this.I threw out my 6 year old, Silver, holey jeans.

Some things just have to die.

All the World is Green

2007-01-02T00:35:00.000-04:00

Oh! Well hello there. It's been some time, non? You know, with all this Christmas/NYE brew-ha-ha and hullabaloo, time goes by quite fast. It was a grand one though. Lots of laughter with familiar faces and some more rare. All was fantastic. But what is finally sinking in, is that I leave in 13 days. Like, bugga mate! The excitedness and nervousness (the good kind) has hit me and I am lighting with giddiness.

I am spending two weeks in western Canada with friends and familiar faces. Proceeding, is a year spent traveling New Zealand. All new faces. None look the same. Isn't that cool!? Not one face I know. My main focus will be on organic farming and learning how to live off of the land, through an organization called Wwoof. Check out the link. In exchange for my work 4-6 hours a day on their farm, they feed me, accomodate me, and teach me things about farming. Also cool. And this is mostly how I will make my way around the country and meet people.

Of course in between farming, I plan to partake in such fun things as scuba diving and snorkelling, zorbing, working at an orchard, seeing live music, a flight and dive to the Great Barrier Reef in OZ, shearing a sheep, and finding those damn dolphins.

I am taking my computer with me so that I can write, store pictures, listen to my music, and to check in online to post pictures and email when the opportunity arises. Uh oh. I just lost the meaning for "opportunity" while trying to check the dictionary for spelling. But at least I now know how to spell it. Anywho, I will make a new blog for the journey. Haven't thought of the name yet, but it will be there eventually. So until January 16th, I am spending my time downsizing and organizing, and spending time with people. So give me a holla! And if by chance I don't see you, then, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

Here goes chapter 3.

This Is The Current

2006-12-12T21:44:00.000-04:00

Oh I love listening to The Current. Anna Maria Tremonti, you've done it again. I must acknowledge that overall, I have a fairly non-chalent and passive disposition, but from time to time The Current gets me fired up and I would be compelled to say that I thoroughly enjoy it.

Today's topic was on Christmas shopping. A subject that gets my blood boiling slightly to begin with. What is so great, is that the topic is touched on from all points of view, and leaving you with no real feeling of biasedness*. They begin with an interview of high school students encouraging people to downplay the commercialism of Christmas through a play. Good for ye, I thought. Christmas is a celebration to bring people together and be merry. Hence, the Merry Christmas.

Cut forward. Now the interview is turned to an American philosophy professor who claims, "it's time to make Christmas even MORE brazenly materialistic than it already is." Oh yay, I get to yell at the radio again! Firstly, he refers to those who don't believe in a commercial Christmas, as "morons." Calm yourself Iago. He then semi-redeems himself by noting that Christmas should be spent however you feel it should be spent. Whatever your religious or holiday beliefs are, celebrate in your fashion. OK, fair enough. Then Anna asks, "So what do you feel about people who spend their Christmas adopting a goat for a family in a third world country, say, Tanzania?" He replies, "Well that's fine if they want to spend their Christmas on a goat for a family in Tanzania..." And here's the kicker:

"But the people of Tanzania don't want a goat for Christmas, they want global capitalism."

Actually, instead of yelling, I laughed. I laughed at what a silly comment this was. Because frankly, a family in a third world country would probably LOVE a goat. And water. And other food. And medicine. And maybe some eye glasses. Professor Andy Bernstein seemed pretty certain that buying more things for Christmas, will (given) help the economy, thus expanding capitalism on the rest of the needy world. I am sorry Dr. Bernstein, but if the people of North America buy more things for Christmas, all I can see happening, is people becoming more greedy and less willing to share their riches with the rest of the Earth.

There really is a person for each possible opinion. I think I'll stick with the one about togetherness and sharing. And on that note, Merry Christmas y'all! Love.

*I looked up "biasedness" in the dictionary and it wasn't there. But that is the word I felt was right. Correct me if I'm wrong. Which obviously I am, pertaining to Merriam-Webster.

Hello, Goodbye

2006-12-11T20:32:00.000-04:00

I love that my Dad went to a wake and as well as paying his respects he got a free daytimer out of it.

Hymns to the Silence

2006-12-08T10:16:00.000-04:00

You really have to admire (and secretly giggle) at those strangers who deem it neccessary to tell you as much about their life in the shortest amount of time when you haven't even asked them a single question. Not to mention that you have never laid eyes on them before. They are few and far between, though I run into them momentarily. But nothing was like the guy in the line behind me at Timothy's yesterday.

I am yawning in the line up. The man says:
"Late night studying?"
"Nope. Late night of just not sleeping."
"Oh I know all about that. Working shift work for 13 years will do that to ya."
"Yes, it certainly will."
"Especially living in Korea for 4 years."
"Oh yeah?"

Maybe is was the way I questionly accented the "oh yeah?" But he continued to tell me about the wake-up calls he would receive from large, old Korean men coughing and spitting outside his window. He then went on explaining Korean terms for this practice and the direct translation. Meanwhile, I'm trying to opt between the smoked salmon bagel or the black forest ham, without coming across rude and uninterested. I mean, I'm all about talking to strangers, but when I'm hungry there is no time for talk.

And I must admit, after my lunch date plans with Christopher had fallen through, and my whole Thursday's To Do List was an utter and complete failure, I was no in mood for chat. I ate alone and hoped it to remain that way. Indeed I do applaud you Line-Up Man, as I would probably never start off my small talk that way. But giv'er if ya got'er.

She Will Be Mine, Oh Yes, She Will Be Mine

2006-12-05T22:02:00.000-04:00

So you know what I did? Well yes, some of you know, but I am still a little shocked at myself for doing it. Mostly because what I've done, is something I indulge into in my own privacy. When no one is home and the mood is right...

I sang. I sang outloud. I sang outloud into a microphone. I sang outloud into a microphone in front of real live people. Aliens maybe, but creatures with a complete nervous system no doubt. And No, it wasn't karaoke. I have been practicing with friends Niall and Bobby, the guitars, on a weekly basis as we try to string together songs of interest to practice and play and sing. I am Mick Jagger and they are Keith Richards. We practice acoustically or with a low volumed amp so as to not drive people completely mad with the repetition. So we got a few songs down pat, through and through and then almost as if Freddie Mercury was looking down on us from Rock 'n' Roll Heaven, we were given a chance to play with loud amps and microphones. A beam of sunshine breaks through the clouds right about here. And I'm singing a poorly sung opera-pitched note.

So what I thought was a friend hooking us up with a venue to loudly and practice in, turned out to be a private function of about 20-ish people! With a sound guy! It was very casual; people jamming on stage, drinking, et cetera, but not what I was expecting. I thought I'd be singing to my "band-mates" alone, who I had finally become comfortable singing around. A big deal, this may not seem, but I was nervous. I sing alone, not sure even if I can, knowing though that I can at least maintain a note. And here were people to hear me! Ack! But this I would not let scare me away. I took a deep green breath, hopped on stage, shook but did not stir, and sang my first song. And after one bluesy rendition of Revolution, I wanted more. And more I sang.

And again, I want more. I had so much incredible fun being part of it all. It was the greatest kind of adrenaline rush thus far. It reminded me of being in band at school. Everyone doing their own one thing that makes such a huge impact on the overall sound. Everyone's grooving and listening to each other. Man, making music just fucking rocks.

Guava Jelly

2006-11-27T00:56:00.000-04:00

Just jumping off the blog cliff with everyone else....

1. What are your siblings middle names? Michael
2. Where is your dad right now? Snoring away on the couch in the basement. I can hear him from upstairs
3. What was the last thing you said? "Are you watching that movie?"
4. What is something you've learned about yourself recently? I am a lot more enjoyably domestic than I thought.
5. What color is your watch? I lost my blue one, now I just have my scuba diving watch that is silver, and can save dolphins at the flick of a button. True story.
6. What do you think of when you think of Australia? Great Barrier Reef. I'll see you in 2008 baby.
7. When was the last time you squatted to pee? In September while camping for a night.
8. Who is the last person you liked? You all.
9. Are you close to your mom? I think so.
10. Where does your best friend work? Here, There and Everywhere. No, really, it's a store. And they all work there.
11. What is your least attractive feature? My skin
12. How old were you when you started wearing a bra? Grade 8. I hated the fact that I had boobs and refused to wear a bra, until I got a hand-me-down purple sports bra from a friend and I never looked back.
13. What color are your pants? Black sweats.
14. Do you have a roommate? Ma and Pa. It's a Dunsford only frat house.
15. What color is your bedroom flooring? PEI sand colored carpet.
16. Do you have a chair in your room? Nope.
17. What time were you born? 1:06am.
18. Do you know anyone who is engaged? Yes. 2 couples I think.
19.What's your favorite number? It was 7, but today I like 24.
20. Do you know anyone named Laurie? I know 3 Lauries. All very different.
21. What color is your mom's hair?Naturally it's dark brown, but it is now apricot color. The box says so.
22. Do you have a dog? No, but always wanted one. Ma and E are allergic.
23. Where did you live in 1987? PEI, here, in the same house.
24. What happened to you in 1993? I got sent to the principal's office for the first time for deliberately putting a huge freshly picked booger on the bus seat. My seat partner ratted me out. I'll never forgive her.....
25. Does your first memory involve your dad? I don't know if it's the first, but it's close. We used to bake cookies together when I was a wee one. As soon as I could stand on a chair on my own.
26. Do you remember singing any songs as kids? Of course. Sharon, Lois, and Bram, Raffy, Tom Cochrane
27. When was the last time you went swimming? About a month ago at the CARI.
28. Has your luggage ever gotten lost? Not yet.
29. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? Talked to Ian last week.
30. Did you ever go to camp as a kid? I went to a day camp for a week and hated it. Went to theatre camp twice. Computer camp once.
31. Do you play an instrument? Baritone, guitar, penny whistle.
32. Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar? Yeah. Such a silly thing to do, but I'd do it if you let me.
33. Do you like fire? Yes. It's quite amazing actually. And fun to poke at. Smells good too.
34. Where is your best friend from? Earth.
35. Are you allergic to anything? Neva!
36. When was the last time you cried? Last Thursday when I accidentally found myself in a car collision.
37. What kind of shampoo do you use? Right now it's Life brand orange and sesame. Yum.
38. Have you ever been to a spa? Just THE Spa.
39. Were you popular in high school? Nope. My friends thought I was cool though. A+.
40. Did you take science all four years of high school? Yessum. And 4 more years after that.
41. Do you like butterflies? I do. I used to have a Butterfly Catching Club. We let them free after we looked at their wings though. I also had a club for every activity I ever did.
42. What is the last book you read? One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey.
44. What is one thing you miss about your past? My mad dodgeball skills.
45. Did you ever see the school nurse? Hmm, I don't think so. Just the school speech therapist for my lisp. I also just finished writing a huge "L" on my forehead.
46. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher? A teacher of scuba diving.
47. What is one thing you've learned about your life recently? I leave in a month and a half and I pretty much can't contain myself.
48. Are you jealous of anyone? Why not?
49. Is anyone jealous of you? Well I am pretty skilled with a bowstaff, so yeah, you should be.
50. When was the last time you were in an elevator? Last night.

I Just Made Halifax Yesterday

2006-11-17T11:09:00.000-04:00

Usually it's Moncton and back in a day. But yesterday we made it Halifax. My brother was flying out of Hali to go to the Promised Land, and I was the dropper-offer. We left at 9am, picked up Breck, made the ritualistic pit-stop at the North River Road Timmy's and we were on our way.

Ian drove on the way, Breck slept, and I knitted and sang along to the tunes. Periodically making sure, of course, that Breck was still alive by poking my knitting needles up his nose. Yep, still alive. Then came the classic Stretch-and-Snack at the Aulac Big Stop. We all headed for the bathrooms and this is where one of the highlights of trip was located. They have these CRAZY hand dryers in the bathrooms. Like super loud, and the air pressure was so fast and strong coming out, it pushed the fat around on your hands! And I didn't even think one could have hand fat. They dried your hand in 10 seconds. And none of that resorting to wiping it on your pants because it takes too damn long to dry business. Top O' the Line.

Halifax was also a trip I have been planning on taking anyways, because I needed to visit the friendly neighborhood Mountain Equipment Co-op. So after making it into the city and locating MEC no problem we congratulated Ian on "real driving." That is driving into unfamiliar territory and arriving exactly at your destination with no wrong turns. Anywho, we bombed into MEC and I finally got my backpack (MEC Ibex 65 if you're innarrested) and some comfy Merrels, and a few other little gadgets. Je loves the MEC.

Off to the airport to drop of the brother. I wished him luck and not to do hard drugs and sleep with hookers. Good sisterly advice I thought. Then Breck and I drove back into the city, where I got to do some "real driving." We were starved, and ate this very neat little place called the Wooden Monkey. All organic and locally grown food. And by Golly, was it marvelous. We ate at a table made out of a Hurricane Juan tree and the food was excellent and very creative. And very reasonably priced as well. Then went for a short stroll down Barrington to visit the Freak Lunch Box. It smells of pure sugar and it was great. However I was disappointed they did not have the bubblegum that used to come in a toothpaste tube. Tsk.

Off to the MicMac. I had almost completely impressed my passenger with my internal GPS, by finding the Mall via a completely different direction than I have ever taken. And I could see the mall, but couldn't find the entrance. Oh so close. So we browsed the mall, picked up some wardrobe pieces (and Tasha, I just may have purchased a large quantity of a certain vanilla product we've been searching for), and we headed back to Ye Fair Isle.

The end.

Strange Brew, Cures What's Inside of You

2006-11-14T23:31:00.000-04:00

Maybe as you can tell, I am searching for a new blog template. This has been trying, frustrating and wasting way too much of my time. Finding a new layout is comparable to rearranging a room; You don't mind the old setup. It's comfortable, you know where everything is, and nothing is blocking the window. But something fresh and brain-teasing is always enjoyable from time to time. Feng Shui me baby.

So I've been Googling (I hate how that's an understandably recognizable verb) and have found nothing that pleases mine simplistic eye. This one you see now is the best I could find for a temporary switch and it is missing things that the demo picture showed me. Color being number one. I may as well just reposition my bed to infront of my doorway.

This may have turned into an unhealthy fixation. Any comments and/or suggestions are welcome.

It's So Damn Hot. Milk Was a Bad Choice.

2006-11-08T18:15:00.000-04:00

I used to keep a dream journal, or at least a collection of papers next to my bed in case I woke up after an outstanding dream so that I could write it down immediately. Because we all now how fast you'll forget the details if you don't. Which I find very strange. But anywho. I had one of those outstanding dreams last night and woke up at the end wanting to record it. But thanks to my slobitha ways, the early hour of the morning, and not to mention the brief hyperventilation, paper and pen was no where to be found. So I just banked on remembering it. And I do. So here it is:

It started off that I was in this underground tunnel (like the kind you drive through) and I was standing there trying to put a poster up on the sticky wall. Also the tunnel was very green. Dim lighted and a mossy color. I noticed suddenly a man standing not too far from me in a nice gray suit, a briefcase and nice short curls for his hair. He approaches me with an innocent and friendly voice, asking if I need help. I say, "No, but thanks, I got it." Then my poster fell down again. You know who my new friend was? Will Ferrell! I haven't seen the movie yet, but from what I understood in my dream is that I was conversing with him as his character in the new movie "Stranger Than Fiction." So off we went, out the tunnel, talking about things I can't remember. But him being nice and me being funny. Ha. So he tells me that on his way home he would like to visit his Grandmother. She lives in a hotel. I agree to go. We enter her hotel room, and she is a very large woman but looks no older than Will. I remember that being weird. But not as weird as her HUGE porn collection! The woman was so large she stayed in bed all day at this hotel and had a collection of porn DVD's! She didn't even seem like she was interested in watching them, just wanted to collect them. Odd I say. So then we leave, and I depart from Will to go scuba diving. I go scuba diving in this narrow but extremely deep body of water. It's almost like a cylindrical tube of ocean. I'm down at the bottom watching an Orca give birth to twins, and I am so in awe of it I forget to check my air. I look up to see my diving instructor Lasse from when I was in the British Virgin Islands reaching out his hands to bring me up, but I couldn't make it. I slowly ran out of air and my vision tunneled in. I am assuming I died in my dream because I instantly woke up after that part. Which is also very odd. Did I wake up because I died and I wasn't able to dream anymore? Or did I wake up because I was scared that I was dying in my dream? Interesting none the less.

However what I have been noticing in these outstanding dreams is a slight re-occuring theme. Famous people! My most memorable dreams have, to date, included Will Smith, Mel Gibson, Elvis Costello and Rod Stewart (I once posted about that dream as well) and now Will Ferrel.

You're invited to the party in my brain.

Itty Bitty Pretty One

2006-11-02T10:03:00.000-04:00

Now it's not often (in fact it is never) that I write about politics or controversial issues in general. But the feedback I am hearing on CBC's The Current with Anna Maria Tremonti ( I love saying her name) is just inappropriate and disgusting. Christopher has been ranting on this for years now, and I've always agreed with him, but my blood was boiling and I had to write something.

The earlier radio piece was about the controversy surrounding Belinda Stronach's position in the government and her personal life. What got to me was the callers who called in their own opinions. Fine, it's your opinion but it still makes me gag to think that people are willing to think this way when a cut-throat, takes-no-shit, woman enters politics. This one man calls in and blatantly calls Belinda "a bitch! She is just a downright bitch! I mean the way she dumped Peter MacKay like that!" Another WOMAN calls in and says "It doesn't show much if you can't maintain a marriage and your own love life."

I stormed out of my room to the kitchen where the radio sound was coming from and yelled at it! My Dad was sitting there a little shocked that I came out of my calm, morning disposition to yell at the people on the radio. But then he backed me up. Since when does someone's personal life matter as to how they do their job? Oh right, it doesn't. Unless your a woman. I mean, I don't know all the nitty gritty details of today's politics, but I know what's going on. And I have never been aware of the love life of any other leader other than Belinda, only because no one's ever brought it up. Wake up people, who doesn't have a fucked up love life and since when have we been judging politics and the job they are doing on who they've slept with or who they dumped? We can do without the gossip. And frankly I don't give a shit.

As for those two people who called in to CBC to spread their wisdom and understanding to the nation: you can go to hell. Oh and special thanks to the lady who called and reminded all of us women that our relationships with men are our number one priority in life. One big step for woman-kind...

I Wanna Make a Supersonic Woman of You

2006-10-28T14:20:00.000-03:00

Oh my. I'm booked. It's set in stone. I'M GOING!

January 16: Depart Halifax for Saskatoon. Stay with the Siemens Family for a few days.
January 20: Arrive in Calgary and visit all the bitches and ho's out there.
January 25: Arrive in Vancouver and visit the West Coast for a few days.
January 28: Depart Vancouver's International Airport for Auckland, New Zealand!

I just got off the phone with Orlando, the guy from Travel Cuts. My flights are booked and I have my travel insurance. I Leave Vancouver with a short stop in Los Angeles, then to Fiji where I have one full day of stopover, then finally to Auckland.

A year later, I have my flight back to Canada, HOWEVER, with the airline I am flying with, I am allowed a FREE stopover in Fiji for as long as I want (according to my working holiday visa ofcourse). So I'm thinking a few weeks in Fiji, may also be a nice way to say"see you later" to the South Pacifac.

If I could express the giddiness running through my bones right now it would come out in the form of a whole lot of gibberish and jumping up and down and dancing, followed by an exclaimation mark!

Dance Sister Dance

2006-10-25T09:56:00.000-03:00

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Hello My Baby

2006-10-18T22:51:00.000-03:00

I knitted my first tuque. And may I dare to go this far and say, it's damn close to being absolutely flawless. I am proud. And she is pretty.

Cause I'm TNT

2006-10-12T12:14:00.000-03:00

Honey, strap on yer chaps and buckle on yer spurs cause we're going to see us some bullriding!

That's right folks, I have finally got to see the madness that is bullriding up close and personal. A dream of mine for years. Shan and I used to sit in my basement on Sunday morning-afternoons and watch hours, upon hours, of PBR (Professional Bull Riding). Hooked we were. We had our favorite riders, (Ty Murray--hottie!) and our favorite bulls (McNasty). We were glued to the TV watching and waiting for some brutal hits and to see who could last the 8 seconds of glory on the beast.

Thanks to Breck, he and I headed down to the Red Dirt RoundUp last night to claim our seats in the VIP section. That's right...VIP. The rodeo clown shook our hands. OH yeah. Well despite the cold steel bleachers that kept our asses numb, we had a great view as we were down on the red dirt itself.

The show begins. The lights go down. The loud, heavy rock music starts blasting. Fireworks go off. Flames rush down the center of the arena. Testosterone fills the air. We get introduced to our star riders who are spotlighted and surrounded by fire. I'm loving it. Seriously, you couldn't punch the smile off my face if you tried.

Soon enough the riding began. The bulls were released from their bucking shoots ( all of which were sponsored ever-so-fittingly by Jack Daniels, Rocky Boots, Dickies, and some trailer hitch company) and riders were being bucked off left right and center. The ones that did make the 8 seconds, there was a firework set off each time. And each time it scared the living crap out of me. As I'm sure it did the bull. Oh and not to forget the man on the horse with his lasso. He was cornered in the back of the arena waiting for bulls who didn't want to go back to pen after the ride. He lassoed one bull on his first try! It was amazingly accurate. I want to be a cowgirl. As for violence, there was only one incident of the bull stomping and head butting the rider and the clowns. I loved the simultaneous sucking-in-of-air sound made by the crowd when a bull would get out of line.

The commentator of the event and the Master Rodeo Clown kept us entertained in between with all the classic jokes in the book. Back and forth banter, insulting one another, commenting on how one was sleeping with the others' wife, et cetera. All in good fun. Although when the Rodeo Clown came to shake hands we scented an aroma of Jack Daniels himself coming from his painted face. Can you blame him?

All in all it was a fantastic evening of loud man-power, where Breck noticed that the Island's collection of "finest looking" folks had made an appearance. By golly, there was a lot of cowboy hats compensating for missing teeth. Regardless, if the PBR comes back, you can count me in.

Yeehaw!

Melk and Pellows

2006-10-10T19:38:00.000-03:00

Milk, milk. You really do do the body good. Nothing quenches my thirst more than a big glass of cold milk. Preferably, I go for the ADL light blue carton. The 1%. I find it tastes the same as 2%, so I may as well opt for the one with the less fat. Indeed, I will never turn down a glass of 2%. Even if Homo milk is the only option, I'll drink that. But that's pushing it.

Of all the different brands of milk from different provinces I've tried, ADL certainly has the best taste of them all. Baxter, Farmer's, bah...Purity is the runner up. Oh and UGH! Have you ever tried triple milk? I may be insulting you if you grew up or still drink triple milk, but triple milk is the NASTIEST tasting shit out there! It's like a carton of cream and you add 3 cups of water to it or something. Nothing tastes worst. Well maybe somethings...

Now for chocolate milk. I always liked chocolate milk but was never one of those kids who needed the chocolate in order to enjoy the milk. I used it at my own discretion. Same with the strawberry flavor. My preference for chocolate milk goes the same for my white milk. I like the 1% better. But what is different with the 1 and 2% chocolate milks is that the 2% is so much more chocolatey. Too much chocolate if you ask me. So I always go for the 1% for C-milk too. It tends to go easy on the chocolate, but even still I like it more diluted with white milk. Even a glass of white milk with just a capful of chocolate milk mixed in for a slight, slight taste of sugar is something you'll find often on my table. Same goes for the chocolate sauce. Just a little please.

Now some people, I notice, will only drink milk with certain things, or not at all. Milk is not like wine. It does go with everything. And it's good for you! I think I need to thank milk and my ginormous intake for the reason why I have never broken a bone in my body (there have been moments where I should have) and why I did not recieve my first cavity until age 19. So thanks cows, for keeping me cast-free and void of metal-mouth. Oh, and thank you for being there on those morning afters. You know, the ones where I've drank too much the night before? Yeah, you've neutralized my stomach lining more times than I can remember. Literally.

So if you can, drink your milk, love your milk, appreciate your Island dairy, and as cheesy as they are listen to those Got Milk? ads, and those Joanne and Hal tips, and those lame-ass commercials with fat men rapping about milk. It does the body good.

And tomorrow...the rodeo!

Instant Karma's Gonna Get You

2006-10-03T23:09:00.000-03:00

So after work on Sunday, Myself, the Head Chef, the Hotel Owner, and the Dining Room Maitre'D coagulated along the ditch in search of the coins. We may as well of been Mario, Luigi, Toad and Princess. We gathered about 30 dollars by merely hand sifting. So the good news is, is it's there. Scattered about a 50 foot length of ditch. It most definitely looked like we were hunting for magical fungi.

Today I got my hands on the rolling magnet. Luckily it attracted toonies and loonies and quarters. The big ones. It even still picked up dimes and some nickels and pennies. And, and, and. I went out for about an hour rolling the magnet along the ground. I found roughly about thirty more dollars. It's no four hundred, but that's what you get for being el Tardo.

In other news, I've aquired a slight obsession. Not uncommon, I'm sure. And no, it's not the comma, but sometimes I wonder.....It's actually Tony Soprano. I'm on Season 3 of The Sopranos and quite frankly, I CANNOT get enough! I am watching the DVDs back to back to back. I want to be in the "Family." I want my last name to end in a vowel. I want the tips of my thumb and index finger touching as I nod my hands when I talk. When I talk with a slight frown on my face in my Joi-sey accent. They make it look so suave.

On the other hand, my 6-episodes-in-a-row-right-before-sleep marathon last evening may not have been a good idea. I dreamt ALL night about being in the Mob. Money laundering, gambling, murdering. You see I wasn't Made in my dreams, so I was doing a lot of the dirty work. I didn't get my stripes yet. I was driving a black Mercedes though so it wasn't too bad. BUT, I ended up waking up after every Mob related dream in a sweat and feeling as though I was going to get caught. But quickly I dozed off again into a deep sleep and a deep dream. Up until the morning where my last dream was of me trying to get a snot out of my nose that just would NOT come out! I picked and picked, and blew into the Kleenex but it would not budge!

I woke up picking my nose. Class.

I Read the News Today, Oh Boy

2006-09-27T13:45:00.000-03:00

Well, I've done it. I have perfected the art of absent-mindedness. Wanna hear about it? Of course you do. Today I am very frusterated. V frusterated as Christopher would say. The most frusterated I've ever been at myself. Yesterday, I am packing up the car with stuff from the cottage to take back home as work is almost finished. I have a large yoghurt container filled with all the coin I collected from my tips this summer. I am guessing approximately four hundred dollars worth of coin in that container. Could be more, I never counted it all. That was going to be my end of work surprise. So skip to this morning, and I am running around to all the dollar stores at 9am looking for coin rollers. I was counting the money today. Excitedely I walk in the door ready to count el dinero and it hits me. Flashback to yesterday. Where was the last place I remember placing the yoghurt money? On top of the car, the white Buick, I set the coin down to put the rest of the stuff inside. What the hell possessed me to do that? I KNOW the consequences to this action all to well. Except it's supposed to be a cappichino. Or a bag of Wendy's. NOT FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS! Off I drove, singing my Ziggy Stardusts. Then somewhere along the way I remember a thud. The thud. I thought it was the golf clubs moving around in the trunk. Meh. Off I went.

It wasn't the golf clubs. It was the yoghurt money. Thud, smash, spill.

I have done everything I can to maybe find it however no luck yet. So let this be a lesson to us, but most importantly myself, to never EVER leave anything ever again on the roof of the car. If you are reaching to do such a thing, remember me and this story and take it away. Away I say!

Anywho, I am calmer now than I was this morning, and I have just indulged on some chocolate chip pancakes which always makes me cheer. And in this past week I have seen Sarah Harmer live in Summerside and saw the movie Wordplay at City. It was about the New York Times Crossword puzzle and the annual Crossword Puzzle Tournament they hold every year. It's much more intense and suspensful than one may think. So I can't get too down about my stupid money loss. Still though, no leaving things on the roof of the car. Ever.

Songbird Sweet and Sour Jane

2006-09-16T19:25:00.000-03:00

Well well my beloveds, it's been some time non? I have been working like a machine, a machine I say! But it's all in great fun. I figure since I live out there, I may as well work as much as possible. So I've been trying to steal other people's shifts so that I end up working breakfast, lunch and dinner. I've been doing good so far. And of course I try to stay as long as possible so I can rake in the hours which equals raking in cash.

So due to this constant working thing, I have made myself accustomed to the Afternoon Nap. I, as in Ashley, have never been a napper, but now I can't go without my mid-day siesta. It happens mostly by accident. It's after my lunch shift and I lay in bed and read. Then the eyes start to drop, my hand starts to drop, and I eventually AND always lose my page in my book, and asleep I go. The dreams are fabulous at this time of day.

So I am home right now on my day off buzzing around this Internet thing, further preparing for my journey to Lord of the Rings Land. Today was spent with Ma checking out the Shellfish Festival (try saying it 5 times in a row) where we dined on Thai curries mussels, oysters, and seafood chowder. There was hearty old Irish music a-playing and we arrived just in time for the second heat of the Seafood Chowder Competition. We got to sample a couple but the hoards of people surrounding us waiting for samples kick started my claustrophobia. My claustrophobia of hungry old men wearing t-shirts that say "Where ya to Bye?" and hats that say "I Love Jesus." Regardless, the chowder was good, but not as delicious as Dalvay's.

Succeeding the Shellfish festival, we played tourists, and shopped the waterfront where How Bazaar is having a 1/2 off EVERYTHING sale! Glory be! And finished it off with supper at Churchill Arms where trivia was starting just as we arrived. Today was Good Timing Day. So we played trivia and ate. Curries and deep fried mars bars, oh my.

Well soon enough work will be done which I will miss. Many funny stories I have. One being, the groundskeeper finding my sandals on the golf green at the resort and hanging them in the restaurant kitchen hoping to find the owner. I claimed them back, only to be reminded of how they got there in the first place. Late night drunken twirling on the grass was the answer. How fun.

Jiving Us That We Was Voodoo

2006-08-23T20:39:00.000-03:00

By popular demand (and death threats), I have finally posted a bunch of my summer pics onto my yahoo photo page. Check them out HERE

Meanwhile, I will post a select few of my favorites on my dear old blog. Enjoy!

Waiting For My Ruca

2006-08-21T08:17:00.000-03:00

There is a spider building his web inside my window. He’s quite tiny and his web is very well made. Very tight. The kind of web I would definitely build for myself if I was a spider. I only wish I could tell him that he doesn’t have a great location. It’s all about location. But frankly, inside my window where the curtains are mostly closed is not an optimal area for food catching. But I can not tell him. Being as tiny as he is though, I bet he did not want to travel too far looking for a prime location. Anywheres is better than dead. I bid him good luck. I’ll probably end up feeding him. The unwanted mosquitos and fruit flies are going to him. Maybe I’ll leave my curtains open more often. Good luck buddy.

Oh and the Bad Luck Day. Yesterday was Ashley’s Total Bad Luck Day. And who do I blame? Who do I condemn as the finger that knocked over the first domino? Gord Downie that’s who. It all started when Gord Downie stole my pen. I served him and his family at the resort yesterday, and even though I had criminal thoughts whilst running his Platinum Gold Visa through the machine, I didn’t follow through. And what does he do in return? Steal my god damn pen. I need my pens at work. I lend them to customers to sign their credit card receipts so they can give me tips and fill out entertaining comment cards. He stole it. Gone forever. He’s probably signing autographs with that pen now. Bastard. I digress. After Gord stole my pen, lunch was finished up and I went back to the cottage to get ready for SCUBA DIVING! This was my second attempt at getting out because the first time was cancelled due to uncooperative weather. So I rescheduled a dive for Wednesday evening. Very very excited I was. Then the dive shop calls. Today’s dive is cancelled due to not enough people. And it was a beautiful day out. Perfect. But I was denied once again. So to cheer myself up, Dave and I headed to the beach to get in some good swimming if it not be scubaing. The sun shining on our walk down, nice and hot for a swim. THEN who decides to cloud over? The sky! So getting colder and cloudier we depart the ocean from our short dip and head back to the cottage. Let’s play Frisbee we say! So Frisbee we play and WHO decides to start raining!? The clouds! God diggity damn it! They are all out to get me. Gord, the Dive Shop, the Sky and the Clouds. All out to get me. So in lieu of it all, we decided to go eat dinner at the restaurant (because you know, we really weren’t at work enough as it was that day. That Bad luck Wednesday) and get drunk. On wine. And watched Super Troopers.

By the way, all that previously read was written last Thursday. Since then I can no longer find the spider. Also it turns out Gord Downie didn't steal my pen. I found it yesterday which means there is a good chance he returned it on his way home to Tragically Hip Land. A very good chance. Thanks bud.

Going Toe to Toe With an Enchantress

2006-07-31T10:22:00.000-03:00

In the words of Dr. Dan Ryan from the statistics department at UPEI, "FANTASTIC!" It all started with getting ID'ed at the Stratford Liquor Store. I never get Id'ed there. But I did have Anne of G.G pigtails in so I knew I looked about 17. But not only did they ID me, she looked at me and my lisence closely, THEN asked me my birthday. "October 24 1983 bitches!" I said. Minus the bitches. I felt illegal. I think it was the pigtails. So Friday evening I attended the Carmen Townsend/ Tom Fun Orchestra/ Slowcoaster show at Myron's. Holy hell was it wicked! Dave and I sprinted in the rain to make sure not miss out on the FUN. The Fun of Tom. His middle name is So.

Just in time, we hit the dance floor immediately. And for serious, we didn't stop. It was just a wild and wacky dancapalooza. Tom Fun had 9 members on stage, and Carmen would pop over once and a while to join in. Instruments everywhere. Nerdy violin players. Tambourine a-shakin. Awesome Alicia Penny. Oh the beauty of so many instruments playing together at once. Then Slowcoaster played, and the night of music was complete. Complete now that I have a Slowcoaster drum stick. Complete knowing that you can, indeed, hotbox a motorcycle helmet. Ha.

As for Myron's, I am sad for its current state. Because it truely is a great venue for music and entertainment. It proved itself well during the ECMA's for the 72-hour Jam, and they play host to great musical events such as this. But only once in a while do they occur. Myron's needs to revamp. Get a facelift. Get a new vibe going. It is a terrible waste of great space in our city's core.

As for this week, D. Dubs and I have tickets for the Barenaked Ladies concert which should be fun. Last time I saw them I was in grade 4 and they yet written that god damn chimpanzee song. Hopefully they have forgotten how to play that one. Either way, I will have my box of KD and dijon ketchup ready to go.

OH and our first celebrity stayed at the hotel this week. Gord Downy and his fam! Wagga!

Sugar Dates...Sugar Dates and Pistachios

2006-07-25T09:33:00.000-03:00

Back in le ville. Work is at its peak busyness. Or is it business? Technically it should be business, but is that spelling only reserved for the referal of an activity that a person is engaged in? Dictionary says "busyness." You win again.

ANYWAYS, my money is a-saving in preparation for my journey to New Zealand next year. Living at work with no where to spend money is working out fabulously. It just collects. I do spend quite a bit of time by myself which is a change for sure, but fun. However as a result (as many have witnessed) I tend to NOT shutup when I unite with my friends. Constant stream of words, no breathing, just talking.

So with no real organized thoughts I will use some bullets and provide you with a list of revelations and new observations. God loves the list.

This is the first time in the history of Me, that I have run out of both shampoo AND conditioner at the exact same time.
I love the sound of empty mussel shells being dumped out of a bowl and into the compost. Tied with the sound of someone biting a pickle.
I may, JUST MAY, have gotten over my girly fear of earwigs. Don't hold me to that one though until I've found one in my bed.
Read Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. Alice is over-the-top. I love her. She is neurotic. If she existed today she definitely would be on Ritalin or visiting a child therapist. Probably both. I'd love to see how she turned out.
Disney no longer makes hand-drawn musical cartoons and this saddens me. Remember The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Lion King? Where their cartoon lives would pause and the town/jungle/kitchen settings would break out into song? The antagonists and protagonists would even collaborate to make a great tune, even if they were out to get each other. Music really does bring the people together.
I apologize for the rain dance I performed Thursday night.

Also, you get points if you guess correctly where the title of this post is from. Luke, you can't play.

Just One Note Could Make Me Float

2006-07-19T16:15:00.000-03:00

So slow they are. Just floating, pulsating, catching the current. They cannot see, they cannot hear. They are not out to get me. But in my mind, and many others, they ARE out to get me. Those god damned Jellyfish (Bloodsuckers some may say) are out there to ruin all my fun.

I don't even know why I let them bother me so much. Back in the days of sailing school, I used to jump in the harbor and swim through loads of them, stinging me head to toe. It really doesn't hurt all that much. But just the look of them. Their non-chalent attitude, knowing they hold the fears of most beach-goers. Fears that are somewhat comparable to Jaws when it comes to ocean swimming. I know I'd rather run into a shark than have a Jellyfish in the face. Slimy fuckers.

The ones with the long tentacles are the worst! I get creeped out anyways by things that are unproportionally too long. You know those clowns on stilts? Daddy Long Legs? That episode of Pinky and Brain where Brain wore stilts under a pair of jeans to try and take over the universe once again? Yeah, all that freaks me out a little. Long tentacles give me that same eerie vibe. And especially seeing them floating. Blech. As Chrissie Hyndes put it, don't get me wrong, I love the ocean and all its creatures, but seriously Jellies, get on with the mass suicide and beach yourselves already.

Electric Ladyland

2006-06-28T09:14:00.000-03:00

There it went. My first week of work. My first week of cottage life. My first beached whale sighting. I can't help but think that this place is going to have "The Shining" effect on me. You know, get cabin fever, go crazy, try to kill people. I joke. I like to imagine. But seriously.

Work is crazy. It's fun. It's high paced. Stressful at moments. Then it goes away. I serve fancy people their fancy food and they like me for it. I am far from fancy. These menial tasks are important to these people. I am here to make their vacation pleasant. Ha. And they like me for it.

There are many interesting characters out there. My favorite being Crazy Carl the groundskeeper. He's a recognized artist and potter and loves to play frisbee. Recovering alcoholic. He has a T-shirt that says "Communism, Athienism, and Free Love." He gave us a clay pot and an eagle feather for our cottage. And Krazy Kim who tells you her life story within the first five minutes of meeting her. Wide-eyed and never seems to blink. Talks rapid. There are no mysteries about Kim.

The cottage is great. It's so quiet and so dark at night. I've been reading like mad. Smoke doob on the front porch. Thoroughly enjoying the lone walks to the beach at night. Thoroughly enjoyed the whale. One would think I should be sleeping soundly, but my bed is less than accomodating. I can feel every individual spring. I need an egg crate. An egg crate!? An egg crate.

Well my time in town has been a hoot. It has included a mini pubcrawl with my Fruit Salad, a FABULOUS dress from How Bazaar, and Victoria Row goodness. My old friend Luke was home for a short visit and we had a glorious time. We got the old posse together and walked down to the UR Welcome for ice cream. I haven't done that in years. I drank beers, ate wings, and rode on a motorcycle. Like honestly, how come summer is so awesome?

Tell Me Are You a Bad Fish Too?

2006-06-20T13:57:00.000-03:00

Here I have found myself in another small adventure. I'd like to call it an adventure. For the next four months, I will be living on the North Shore of PEI at my place of employment. Out of reach from technology. And without a car. I love it. The outdoors being my entertainment. I will miss the Charlottetown summer life and the splendor of it all, but hey, it's good to shake things up once in a while. And really, I can not complain. I'll be in town whenever I can make it in, otherwise, YOU have to come visit me. That's right. I have a beach and a lake and bike trails all within 2 minutes away.

My posts may be few and far inbetween, but I guarantee, I will have some good ones. So please, don't be shy and come see me whenever you like. It's the first cottage on the left.

And on that note, I bid you all a fabulous summer and please, make sure to do crazy and unexpected things. Rock and roll.

We'll Kill the Fatted Calf Tonight, So Stick Around

2006-06-10T14:33:00.000-03:00

Ok, I am pretty sure I have a problem. And by problem I mean addiction. Cheese product. My weakness.

I wrote that previous sentence 10 minutes ago. I was busy eating cream cheese and triscuits. I seriously cannot get enough. When I come home I go to the fridge and grab a couple Kraft cheese slices. They are so effing good. And when you bite into them they make the perfect outline of your teeth. Just like when cartoons eat apples.

Then the cream cheese. To wash down the cheese single, I eat cream cheese and crackers. Thick cream cheese. The texture, the taste. GAH! Montreal provided me with the infamous Curd, which I ate like chips while I was there. I love the SQUEEK SQEEK of the Curd. I don't like gravy but I love poutine because of the Curd. And Burger King seems to be the only place I have encountered on PEI that sells poutine with real Curd. Let me know if I am wrong.

Goat cheese is a newer one for me but it's really good. Spreadable for crackers, great on pizza. Oh and Baby Bel's! Cheddar, mozza, swiss, gouda...oh my! What really boggles me is that not 2 years ago, I barely even liked cheese. I wouldn't even eat the nachos that had cheese on them. Mozza sticks were disgusting. Curds SICKED me out solid. Eventually my tastebuds realized they were missing out on something fantastic.

Thankness for cows and all their dairy glory.

My Baby Got Sauce

2006-06-06T11:21:00.000-03:00

Well I am back on the rock after a lovely little vacation to la grande ville. Montreal, what can I say? I loved it. It is a fabulous city, and I am not one to tell a big city that it's fabulous. But I really did enjoy it beyond my expectations. Maybe I am a little biased because I seem to have a soft spot for Quebec in general.

I did all the touristy things I wanted to do, except I didn't make it to a strip joint. I pondered about going to the Super Sexe in mid-day and ordering a steak and beans. I thought that would be the classiest thing to do. But chickened out as I approached the bouncer standing on the sidewalk. So instead I visited the Biodome, the Insectarium, Les Jardins Botanique, Musee des Beaux Arts, strolled the McGill campus, Old Montreal, the Bell Center, went to Old Quebec for the weekend, ate REAL poutine, and le shopping. Oh, and drank beer. Lots of beer. Photos for your viewing pleasure, click HERE. I love rhyming.

But my favorite thing to do when I go to a new place is to walk, walk, walk. I like to challenge myself in getting to know the area so that I use the map less and less. So I walked. A LOT. Not only do you get to know your surroundings, but you get to people watch. Which is one of my faves. In the big city though, you can definitely be over-stimulated as there are people doing crazy things everywhere.

I suppose it was the atmosphere of it all that I loved. The lifestyle. The bilingualism. The anonymity. The French eating habits. Le Metro. Je l'aime.

Now I am home, and nothing makes me swoon more than seeing the red dirt cliffs coming over the Bridge. I am here for the summer and beginning work next Monday. What adventures this season will bring?

M'Off

2006-05-22T19:54:00.000-03:00

Gone to Montreal for a week or so.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
But if you do, wait till I get home.

Uh Oh, Happy Learned How to Putt

2006-05-21T18:17:00.000-03:00

As promised, I told Devin I would make a golf blog for him by 7pm. Done and done.

Robyn, Myself, Michelle, and Devin went golfing today. In that order too. We trucked out to Belfast Highland Greens for our first 9 holes of the season. And 9 holes is all we ever do. Robyn, Dev, and I have been golfing Belfast for the past 6 years. Have any of us improved the slightest? No. Maybe Devin a little. The world will be ending the day Robyn or I get single digit strokes on the first hole. It's always the three of us, as well as a guest for our fourth. Never seems to be the same person, but always a friend. If you're interested in being a fourth, let me know. It's pure entertainment.

We know the course inside and out. Literally. The amount of times we've searched the woods for our golfballs is countless. The goal for our games is never par. It's to make it to the end without losing one ball. Haha. Still waiting on that one. But another reason (and most important) why we love golfing so much is that we know we're going out to eat at the end. And by the time we finish up the 8th hole, our stomachs are growling! The anticipation killing us! If you know where Belfast greens are, then you know there is a restarant across the street. Since we've been golfing there, it has went through 5 different names. Each summer we await to see if it has changed. Firstly, The Selkirk Lobster Supper, Nana's, The Polly Lounge and Restaurant, The Nautical Winds, and finally, Christina's Country Cupboard. Christina's on her 2nd year in a row. Congrats. Today we broke the cycle though. We went to Gillis' Drive-In restaurant in Montague. So cheap. So good. And you don't even have to get out of the car.

So, again, since I have a new camera, I will be displaying another photo montage. Like Toad says in MarioKart 64...Here we GooOOoo!

Motoring at 140 kph. Robyn does not like being late. Tee-off time was 11am. It was 11am.

Who put the sex in golf? Vijay Singh did. That's who.

This was Michelle's first time golfing ever. She did fabulous. Even using the driver as a pitching wedge.

Oooee! So cute! It's the 6th hole tadpoles! And my wrinkley granny hand! The pond was littered with them! Mad frog spawning! He looked just like a frog except no limbs. And had a tail. Tiny little eyes. I put him back...do not worry. But then a flamingo swooped down and ate him. Sorry bud.

Another ball search into woods.

Tout fini!

I'm Looking Through You, Where Did You Go?

2006-05-19T14:05:00.000-03:00

Sooo being the technology whore that I am (or at least pretending to be), I bought myself a new camera. A Canon PowerShot A530 to be exact. I wanted to get an SLR, but a girl can only afford so much. So I settled with this one after being overwhelmed by selection and features. I do miss the simple days. Adjust aperture, focus, CLICK. Wait for the film. Tada! Though, these digital things are supposed to make life easier so I guess I shouldn't complain. Hmm...Or maybe I should. Christ, life isn't easy! I want a camera that gives me a challange damn it!

But I digress...So as a new owner of a new camera, I naturally had to test it out and took it for a walk in one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to. My yard. Please, indulge, as I walk you through my photos.

Here is a lovely little plant that grows every year aside of our deck. Lovely greens, non? I was impressed that the camera could focus in so close. Oh, I love technology...but not as much as you, you see...but I still love technology. Always and Forever.

Here is our quaint little flower bed, complete with Asian shrubery (not in picture). I love when the tulips open right up and you can see inside them. This shot also reminds me of Alice in Wonderland when she is tiny and stumbles across the singing flowers. And then they get angry at her and the daffodil blows his horn right in her face. That daffodil looks like he's doing the same. Bastard.
Ooh who's that sexy la...oh I mean, gosh damn! Whose ratty ass jeans are those! Honestly, who sews a crotch patch on their jeans!
Aww. There's my pretty. And by pretty, I mean pretty effin' slow! I kid, I kid. Well, she is slow when she's on the water, but she sails and that's all that matters. Should have thought twice before naming her the Grease Nugget.

So I guess blogger won't let me put any more pictures on so I'll have to cut my tour short. Although there was only one more picture left. And it was of a Yellow Rumped Warbler. I watched two of them flirt in one of the trees the hammock is connected to for about 25 minutes. Jeeze, I thought human courtship was bad enough to watch. They took bloody long enough. And I didn't even get to see them do it!

2006-05-16T15:21:00.000-03:00

Funny

Hey You, Get Off of My Cloud

2006-05-11T16:00:00.000-03:00

We all have them. Whether we want to admit it or not. Guilty guilty pleasures. You know those things that you hate to love? Those things you're too embarrased to let most people know about? Ideally you would have yourself hate that thing, but an emotion of pure bliss washes over you and you can not control your love for it. That, my friends, is true love.

I have been realizing some of my own guilty pleasures and reflecting on some of my older ones, and we really should not be ashamed of our guilty pleasures. As embarassing and silly as they may be, we should take pride in those things that makes us uncontrollably swoon.

Now what made me realize and reflect on these things is my most recently recognized guilty pleasure. Peake's Quay. I hate, hate, hate that I love this place. Even if I don't feel like going, I always end up having more than enough fun. One would think you would get tired of this place. The same bands all summer, who play the same songs all summer, most of the time the same faces and you are usually drinking the same drink. But the fun you have dancing to said songs, with those said people and drinking those said drinks, for some reason, makes me the giddiest person in the world. Maybe because it's summer. Maybe I just like having fun. Maybe I'm just in love with Joey Kitson.

So go ahead, love those things that make you blush. Embrace. Obsess.

I love S Club 7.

Got to Scrape That Shit Right Off Your Shoes

2006-05-01T15:52:00.000-03:00

So I am moved back to my parents' house for a short month before I start my summer work. Naturally, my room is an absolute mess now because when you move, you tend to just chuck things into your room in no particular order. So now that everything is here, I have to begin the organizing process. This is what I have also pegged "The Purge." I am being ruthless and minimalizing as much as I can. I have realized I own so many things that I do not even need or use. It almost made me throw up a little in my mouth. Yard sale and give-aways are soon to come.

But the fun part about purging and going through your stuff, is finding little trinkets and boxes and things you've held on to through time. I have come across a few things that have made me laugh in this process. However, what has just made my day is a pink, flowery jewellery box I recieved from my Grammy when I was little. Assuming inside was a silver bracelet (or something of that sort), I opened it up. Inside lay three hockey cards. AND they are all rookie cards! What a find! I have no idea if these guys were any good or if these are worth any money, but it would be neat to find out.

Derian Hatcher- Minnesota North Stars
Igor Ulanov- Winnepeg Jets
Owen Nolan- Quebec Nordiques

Any sound familiar? Man, I'm gonna be so rich from my hockey cards. Anywho, it's been tiring yet fun with this whole purging business. Though I think I am taking longer than one may expect, but meh. Plus I get to dance around and blare the music right loud while I clean. Ya gotta love that.

An L.A Face With an Oakland Booty

2006-04-26T02:21:00.000-03:00

Sometimes you just have to let go.

It can be hard at most times. Especially after forming such a long, and what you hoped would be an everlasting relationship. They are there for you whenever you're in a pinch, they're there (Oooh I love when I can homonyms right after one another) when you need that oh-so comforting feeling. They are there.

Then one day, GASP! There is a hole. In your absolutely most favorite pair of jeans. World crumbles. Now I know there are people with worse problems in the world than that. I know. But when you form a bond with Said pair of pants, one tends to trickle a tear of sentiment. I have enough trouble as it is finding a pair of pants I can fall in love with, and now this happens. Well, it happened a while ago I suppose. I have just been indenial. Always with me, the hole begins in the buttocks and/or crotchal area. Why? Who knows. You can think of comical sexual reasons why this may happen. I don't mind.

So I neglected the hole as it was still fairly unseeable by the regular passerby. But eventually it was too much to bare. So I patched the hole up with another piece of denim and purple embroidery thread. Just like new. But now my sweet blue jeans have began to tear right up the crack seam! Gosh-diddly-dang-it! I am still wearing them to this day, but have been told on many occasions, that maybe it is time to put them to rest. Maybe I should, but maybe I will never find a pair of jeans that will give me the same kind of satisfaction as these beautiful blues have. Maybe I'm just being silly.

As for now, I will continue to be indenial about the death of my jeans and wear them whenever I like.

I Don't Go to Sleep to Dream

2006-04-20T06:18:00.000-03:00

Just worked the graveyard shift. 10pm to 6am. Holy. Fuck. I do not like them. Hopefully never again I will encounter it again. See!? That sentence didn't even make grammatical sense, or maybe even psychological sense. But I understand it, and will not backspace. This staying up the whole night thing sure doesn't feel like it used to when you'd stay up till 6am at your friend's sleepover birthday party. Not even close. Not even close to those mornings when you're still drunk at 6am and just arriving home. At least you can pass out. Right now I am spry and hungry and anxious. Due to my inability to sleep during the day, I have not yet rested or neared anything close to REM brainwaves. Knowing that I would want to crash in mid-morning, I popped two, yeah that's right, TWO caffeine pills before work. Smart one Ash, the girl whose heart beats like a Ben Harper jambay solo at the sight of caffeine. Shiza. However, I can feel me coming down from them. Eyes glazing, getting heavy, the shakes are fading...

Good night sun.

Things I've Done Today. So Far.

2006-04-18T11:37:00.000-03:00

-Watched the original Spiderman cartoon at 7:30am. Felt like back in the day watching before- school cartoonage.
-Made a sweet-ass breakfast yo. Bacon, egg, sausage bagel.
-Learned to play Tonight, Tonight by Smashing Pumpkins on the geetar. Dedicated to you, Tasha.
-Started to make up lyrics to a Jack Johnson style song that Ian created. The song is about Jack Johnson. Ha.
-Set off a firework in the backyard with my bro at 10am.
-Cleaned up the junk that had occupied my empty room at my parents, preparing for the arrival of me. Again. Temporarily.
-Changed the color of my bloggity blog blog.
-And it's not even Noon.
-I like mornings.
-And I like you.

You Can't Tell a Hero By His Size

2006-04-11T10:10:00.000-03:00

I have been looking for this guy forever. E-V-A. I could not remember his name, or what he really looked like, only that he lived in a cup. Man, Sesame Street had the greatest skits. So much imagination, so many things that you would think didn't make sense, but they did. Just think of how many you can remember. I would love to have all the old Sesame's to watch again. And keep forever. Got any favorites you can remember?

Also, click HERE for a link of a full episode. Complete with a moral of the story.

They Call Me Mister Fahrenheit

2006-04-06T10:27:00.000-03:00

I almost passed out yesterday. I went pale from head to toe, everything started to go black and fuzzy. Dizzy. So I walked out. Zig zagged through a few people who were still able to continue on with the exercises and went and sat on the toilet.

I went to a new fitness class called Largo Fitness. Robyn and Lisa both go to this regularly. They warned me it was a beast of a class. The instructor is this Phillipino kick boxer named Manny. He is very nice and asked me what kind of workout I normally do. I said, "my own workout." He laughed. Oh Manny. So I'm all pumped for this new exciting workout. Energy's flowing, adrenalin's pumping, there's about 30-some people in the room. There is no stopping or breaks either. And you're not advised to drink water during the workout or eat within 3 hours before. Sheesh. 40 minutes in, the paleness comes, then the fuzz. Then I leave.

Feeling somewhat embarassed, and slightly disappointed that I could not go on, an older lady followed me into the bathroom. "I saw you in the mirror and you went white as a ghost, so I came to check on you," she says. I instantly felt comforted and not so silly. She gave me a wet paper towel and told me only to wet my lips...not drink. When some color came back, I went out and tried again. Yep, couldn't do it. The blackness came back so I left again. By this point though the class was almost over and they were now doing suicides across the floor. More people started to filter out as they had exhausted themselves as well. I chatted with others about the insanity of the workout and nearly everyone had the same experience the first time. Now they're all hard core at it.

Anywho, it was fun and Manny is a hoot. He makes you count out loud as you're doing things, and I thought he was yelling "COW" at me, but it turned out to be "COUNT." Those accents get ya every time. He makes you feel welcome and gives you lots of advice. Like how to get rid of plain legs, eh Robyn? The people who go are very friendly and supportive. So if you want a good challenging workout, give it a try. It's in Stratford, right behind the Funeral Home. So you only have a short ways to go if it kills ya! I'll be back, and hopefully will make it through the whole thing next time.

I Can Tell That We Are Going To Be Friends

2006-03-29T11:16:00.000-04:00

Sun. 9 degrees above 0. No work today. Newly burnt CD for today's driving. Old man checks the traffic to make sure I am good for backing out. Thumbs up.

I'm going out to play.

A Little Inside...I Know

2006-03-23T11:53:00.000-04:00

As promised, I am posting a story. A story that was created by the brilliant minds of a group of people who were high on life. Maybe a little bit of beer. And also the thought of retreating to the magic spinning wheel of shots. I thought it would be fun to have everyone write a sentence to create a story during the intermission at Wave trivia last night. Gallant had the glorious idea of folding over the paper and leaving a visible lead in to the next sentence so that the other people couldn't see what was previously written. So here it is. An adventure for the mind...

One day there was a little garden gnome sitting in a cupboard and he never felt so alive as he cruised in his convertible, up until Brent got so drunk that he couldn't stand, so he took off. When he got to Uranus he began to explore the under region where koala bears roam and the local people like to eat at Dairy Queen because it tastes like Tyler's socks that were left on the deck. Gawd that bastard can't get anything up! Then Goat's mom scrubbed the kitchen floor of all evidence. She put clean sheets on the bed, greeted her husband at the door. He then said, "What the fuck are you doing with a penguin in your bed?" He was so appalled by the situation that he went a-wandering in the woods to find something to save the world with. But he was sleepy so he did his friends a favor by giving out free orgasms and beer. They go good together, but not as good as the sheer terror that one day we will all be looking like Goat's mom after she's been fingerbanged by Brent, who was on her like a stink on a monkey.
The End.

These Apples are Delicious

2006-03-22T12:21:00.000-04:00

Breakfast.

The meal of champions. I rant and rave about breakfast. Almost everyday. Just to myself. I've posted about cereal, and about toast, but I would like to declare my love for breakfast foods. I love breakfast foods. Not only the food itself though, it's the feeling of eating those certain foods at that particular time of day. Right after you wake up. I'm not sure about the rest of y'all, but eating breakfast is the first thing on my mind when I get up in the morning. Even if I sleep in till noon. Your body is just awakening, your cells start pumping and metabolizing, ready for the first meal of the day. Ooh baby.

I like to mix up my breakfasts as each day goes by. So I am always prepared for any morning craving I might have. I usually have between 2-3 types of cereal, Cream of Wheat, grapefruit, eggs, breakfast meat, oatmeal, yogurt and bread readily available at all times. McDonald's breakfasts are rare, but treasured, occasions.

Time is an important factor when it comes to choosing your breakfast. If you have no where to be at no particular time, one should make themselves a breakfastpalooza. Go all out. Make 3 eggs, toast, cereal, stuff yourself silly. If you are late waking up and need a quick fix before darting out the door, then your options are much more limited. Toast or bagels are the easiest and most efficient. Oh and cream cheese...droooool. I'll dedicate a post to cream cheese later on. But yes, toast and bagels you can take with you. You can eat them in the car, would you could you in the car? Eat them! Eat them! Here they are! On the bus, or on the walk to wherever you happen to be going. So smart them breads are, eh wha?

I'd also like to point out something that seems to be overlooked, perhaps ignored. Dessert for breakfast, or after breakfast. It's uncommon, maybe because breakfast foods tend to be more sugary, fruitier, et cetera. But one should never neglect the possibilty of having a little sweetness for or after breakfast. If there is cake or cookies conveniently accessible, do not pass up the opportunity. After our birthday parties, Mom would feed us the left over cake for breakfast the next day. Maybe it was because she didn't want to make dozens of pancakes for a packful of girlies. That suited us just fine. Candy (like Nibs or Sour Patch Kids) makes for a wonderful start to the day as well. And can also quickly rid you from that terrible morning taste in your mouth.

Breakfast is fun to eat at any time of the day. Somedays I eat a standard breakfast meal for supper, or as a midnight snack. It feels like the day is starting all over again. So eat your Wheaties kids, and treat yourselves to some dessert in the A.M.

iTune Boredom

2006-03-18T19:23:00.000-04:00

HOW MANY SONGS? 848

SORT BY SONG TITLE
first - 5 Days in May- Blue Rodeo
last - Ziggy Stardust- David Bowie

SORT BY TIME
longest - Eyes of the World- Grateful Dead (16:05)
shortest - I Enjoy Being a Girl- Sarah Jessica Parker (30sec)

SORT BY ALBUM
first - [ I Bificus ]- Bif Naked
last - Zoolander Soundtrack

TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS
1. Better Together- Jack Johnson- 81 plays
2. Break Down- Jack Johnson- 68 plays
3. Never Know- Jack Johnson- 61 plays
4. Rocky Raccoon- The Beatles- 60 plays
5. Little Wing- Jimi Hendrix- 59 plays

FIRST SONG THAT COMES UP ON SHUFFLE -
Already Gone- The Eagles

find “sex.” how many songs come up?- 6
find “death.” how many songs come up?- 0
find “love.” how many songs come up?- 33

Hitting on the Moon Shine

2006-03-15T01:14:00.000-04:00

I never was, nor am, a napper. Even as a kid when nap time was as much as a part of your day as play time, I would usually just lay in my bed and think kid thoughts, or just look out the window like a housecat. I just can't justify sleeping during daylight hours. They just seem so few and far between. Hell, I can't even justify sleeping through the night time on most occasions. I like my sleep, but I don't love it. Well, I love it on those mornings where I know I have to get up early. 8:30am classes used to be a bitch. Those were the times I truely loved sleeping. Especially on those warm, sunny mornings in early Fall. The sun breaking through my windows, my prisms bouncing tiny rainbows against my walls...that was pure rest. I guess even then it wasn't sleep. It's closing your eyes and simulating sleeping. I mean you never know you are sleeping, because well, you're sleeping. You are basically unconscious. It's the before and after feeling that really gets to you.

Out of pure exhaustion tonight, I had a nap. I actually made an effort to nap. None of this fall-asleep-on-couch-watching-TV business, I mean a put-on-PJ's-and-crawl-into-my-bed -and- set-my- biological-alarm-clock kind of nap. Mind you this was at 9pm and I knew damn well I was not going to sleep the whole night through, so I set my body to wake me up at 11pm. And by-frig boys, what time was it when I awoke from my slumber? EXACTLY 11pm. I amaze myself sometimes at the accuracy I can wake myself up without the use of the alarm clock. I do use it as a back-up though when I need to get up early. But usually I will wake up minutes before the hideously annoying sound begins and can avoid the whole shock of waking up the worst sound on Earth. I mean really, that is not pleasant. Having that sound as the VERY first thing you hear in the morning is bound to roll you off the wrong side of the bed. I even prefer the crows.

Despite my rage for the alarm clock sound, I do put myself through a torturous ritual most mornings with the evil, yet beautiful, Snooze Button. My Snooze Button allows for 9 minutes of undisturbed rest before the sound starts again. This usually lets me fall into a fast and light sleep for 8 of those minutes and depending on the lightness of the sleep I can hit the that Snooze button again at the speed of light. Barely letting a peep out. And back I go for another 8 minute doze. I like to set my alarm a good half hour (sometimes an hour) before I really should get up, just so I can bond with the Snooze button. It prepares me for the getting out of the covers part. Just as long as that sound isn't the first thing I hear in the morning.

Sleep and I truely have a love/hate relationship. I love staying up late, I love getting up early, I hate getting up early, I hate the amount of time it takes me to fall asleep. But I guess I need it, and sometimes I just need a good crash, like tonight. Now it's 2am and I may be ready to attempt sleep again. See ya morning Snooze.

You Win...You Always Do

2006-03-08T09:56:00.000-04:00

I would just like to say, that many of us would not be the fabulous (and not to mention hilarious) people we have grown to be without the existence of this man. Today he has been inducted into Canada's Walk of Fame. So to you, Robert Goulet, congratulations!

GOULET!

How I Spent My ECMA Vacation

2006-02-28T07:51:00.000-04:00

Well, well, well. This is going to be a long one, I caution you now. But that was easily one of the BEST weekends (I suppose it was almost close to a week) that I have ever had! The ECMA's have come and gone and I am sad to see it over. Music music everywhere! People were everywhere. I can't even explain the giddiness I had. Everywhere I went there was music and I did my best to take in as much as I could. The 72+hour Jam was where I spent pretty much most of my time when I wasn't working. I spent Friday afternoon there listening to some nice mellow folk music before work. It was packed too! It was so great to see. There were giddy vibes everywhere! I returned that evening after work and bopped around with familiar faces, young and old. I unfortunately had to work at 7am on Saturday so I slipped out by 2am. I didn't make it to my 5:16am meeting. Shucks.

Saturday night. Back to Myron's for the Jam. Joel was playing downstairs and the line-ups were dang long. But we made 'er in and bopped around for a while. Although we didn't stay too long at Myron's, the highlight while there was having to resort to the male washroom since all the lady toilets were clogged. I thought girls were slobs when it came to bathrooms. But it is no comparison to a guys bathroom at a bar. So not only does some random shake his man bits at me, the toilet was a scary mess! Ladies, this is when working your thighs at the gym comes in handy. Toilet hovering is an art in itself and must be used in dire times. It seems I had the public bathroom jitters (but could you blame me, it was like another planet in there) and found myself hovering much longer than I wanted. The lactic acid build-up left me with aching thighs the next day.

SO, we move on from Myron's down to see Shawnte working at The Club @ the Delta. Tequila shots were had, compliments of Bobby, and I actually stomached it alright. Soon after, a group of bluegrass musicians came into the bar with their guitars, banjo, steel guitar and mandolin. Whether they were all in the same musical act, I am not sure. But they played, and I sat with them and listened. THEN one of them asked me if I wanted to play with them! AAH! I could not turn this down. I was handed a guitar (and a tres nice one at that) and red-haired John (or was it Larry?) told me the chords as we played so I could keep up. They played the Duelling Banjos song from Deliverance for me. Twice. Hehe. I love that song. We eventually got kicked out of the bar, but it didn't stop there. The group hung around till 5am just in the lounge by the chocolate shop. They even asked me to lead the group with a song I knew. I figured they wouldn't know any Kelly Clarkson, so I stuck with a couple Johnny Cash songs. I even sang! And dang loud! Oh it was so fun! The best night ever. E-V-A.

But oh no, my friends. The party doesn't always end on Saturday nights. Sunday night (the only event I had to pay for) was WinterSleep, Matt Mayes, and Slowcoaster at Myron's. This was also a very giddy night. We danced till our little hearts could dance no longer (thanks Red Bull). It was all so damn good, but Slowcoaster is my favorite. I really could have danced to them all night. I think Bearded Blake would agree. We had prime dancing turf as we were right up front. Which probably explains the ringing I had in my ears all the next day. It was a great way to end off the celebrations...or so I thought. MWA HA HA!

I was all snuggled in and watched the awards last night. Time to recouperate and recap. The show had just ended. Phone rings. Christopher (squealing), "Get your ass in gear, I got tickets for the after-party at the Delta!" I am up and there in 15 minutes. This event only comes every so often to our wonderful little city so why not eh? If you can party on Sunday, you can party on Monday. The place is packed, and again, there is live music littered across the hotel and of course, I can't contain myself again. Waiting in the bank machine line-up I catch a passing of the Trailer Park Boys and screamed to Bubbles, "I love your song Liquor and Whores!" like some crazed-out Backstreet Boy fan. Mom and Dad were also there, and we all danced to a few songs and ordered more wine. I "ran" into Bubbles again and got him to sign the styrofoam that my noodles came in and I got a picture with him. Oh and Joel Plaskett signed my noodle box too. I mingled and danced and met some more people, then figured I should quit while I'm ahead and go to bed. That is what I said. I was not wearing red. I like jam on my bread. I do not like green eggs and ham.

Anywho, it was a great, and impromptu finish to it all.

So in conclusion, this past week of ECMA fun has been a fabulous time and it's definitely worth going to every year. The entertainment is endless and you can always find something new to please your ear drums with. Some artists that stuck out and I enjoyed the most (in order of appearance) were Carmen Townsend, Alicia Penny, Mike Trask and Mudhill, the bluegrassers from the Delta, Slowcoaster, and the Divorcees. The music was great, my friends are excellent, and my body needs to crash. And if I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

I am Aglow

2006-02-24T10:30:00.000-04:00

Walking this morning I was greeted by this fellow creature on one of the tree encrusted paths I usually take. We just stood 6 feet away looking at each other. He looked much more vibrant though, contrasting against the snow. Then he flew away. And he got me fantasizing. This time about Spring. It's no Summer, don't get me wrong, but it's a great lead-in and definitely has an aura of its own. It's the birds that always get me excited. The birds are equally as excited because they too, know what is to come. They're singing, playing, making friends, finding mates, eating leftovers. They know how to work it. At this point the snow is almost gone, enough to take the garbage out in barefeet. Ooh barefeet. And the air is still crisp but warm enough to open all the windows in the house and get rid of stale old Winter smells. Spring cleaning. Even that excites me. I'd even Spring clean any of your houses I enjoy it that much. Given you have a stereo that can play loud music. Do any of you have certain CD's (or maybe even a song) that you associate with Spring? Mine are No Doubt's Tragic Kingdom and Nelly Furtado's Whoa Nelly. They are perfect for Spring music, for that sunny day you clean in your barefeet with the windows open. Now speaking of Spring music, I have a new CD I'd like to add to the list. However I have not had a chance to listen to it in the actual Spring, but I have a good feeling about it. It is Sarah Harmer's latest, I'm a Mountain. It is really really really really good. I am Aglow being my iTunes song of the week. Loves it.

As much as I anticipate for warmer days, Winter hasn't been all that bad. I've been out snowboarding a couple of times so far, went skating, watched some live hockey games, made a snowman, drank hot chocolate, played lots of guitar, and am making a puzzle. Now the EMCA's are here!! Mom and Dad both are hosting a segment on ECMA radio so make sure you tune in if you can! Plus, if anyone wants to hit up the 72-hour Jam at some obscure hour, say 5:16am tonight (or tomorrow morning I suppose) let me know. Or just meet there. We'll make it an early morning escapade.

She Makes the Sign of a Teaspoon

2006-02-20T23:35:00.000-04:00

Ladies and Gents...They are complete! I finished knitting my first pair of mittens. Or as I like to call them, Knittens. They are a little pointier than I would have preferred but I think I know how I can fix that on the next pair. Ha. Say that last sentence again. There are 4 "I"s in that one sentence. It kind of rolls. I want to try socks next. Socks you can wear all year around. Mitts, not so much. Nothing is comfier than big ol' socks. Well except for the Cozy Coon. I received a Cozy Coon for Christmas one year. It's basically a big squishy blanket that you could button up around you and wear it like a robe. Oh and a hammock. Hammocks are comfy too. SO just imagine what it would be like wearing big socks, and a Cozy Coon, laying in a hammock all at once. And you get a pillow too I suppose. Pure delight.

Let Go of the Jeezley Rope

2006-02-16T14:46:00.000-04:00

That's a line from one of Urban Carmichael's songs, that as kids, we would always say. Of course, taught to us by Mom. We tried our hardest to nail it with an Irish accent, but no one could really say "jeezley" quite the same. I never knew him personally, but Mom did, and when she was in The Drill Queens comedy troupe, she played him in a couple of the sketches. One I remember was a spoof on Hinterland's Who's Who commercials. And the being of study was Urban Carmichael. That was a good one. He even came to the show and laughed his arse off. Ever since I can remember, I knew his name, and he was just as much of a celebrity as Sharon, Lois and Bram. I've seen him perform a couple times long ago but wish I'd seen more. I mean with a song called "My Karma Ran Over my Dogma," how could you not want to hear that? He was nothing but Islander and gives me one more reason to be proud of being one. He shall be missed.

Here Little Darlin', Don't Shed No Tears

2006-02-11T13:35:00.000-04:00

I don't know if it's just that time of month and my hormones are running wild or what, but I cried on the treadmill yesterday. Yes. I. Did. And I am not a crier. There are only two movies that have ever made me really cry. My Girl and Turner and Hooch. So, I'm on the treadmill at the gym, running me arse off, and one of the 4 televisions had the country music channel on. Ever see the video for "Standing Outside the Fire" by Garth Brooks?? Well. It's about a boy with Down's Syndrome and he is training to run in his high school's track meet. It has the encouraging coach, the supportive mother, and the father that doesn't really believe in him. Ho-Lee. The tears came a-streaming as I'm running 6kph. Slightly embarrased, I wipe my tears, swallow the lump of happy sadness in my throat, and turn my head to watch the smut playing on MuchMusic on one of the other TVs. Thinking I had pulled myself together, I turned back to Garth Brooks. Tears instantly. I immediatly looked away and never looked back.

Take Me on a Trip Upon Your Magic Swirlin' Ship

2006-02-07T11:37:00.000-04:00

Ok, I know it's an Islander cliche to talk about the weather...but honestly. This is insane. February is the coldest month here usually. I measure it by the amount of times I have to wear my snowpants each winter. This winter I've only worn them twice. Most other winters past I've worn them at least 6. Yesterday I was out in my spring coat, a hat that barely covered my ears, my smelly, and disinegrating Converse sneakers, and mittens. The mittens were pushing it. I wasn't cold at all. It was glorious. But eerie. As much as I am happy for warm, sunny days, I felt odd. Not quite right. I think I rather it cold and snowy in February. But I could be lying.

In other news, my microwave stopped working the other day. I pulled it out from the wall to look at the back as if I knew what I was looking for. What I found was a bag of bread with, what was one or two, I'll never know, pieces of bread. It was pure brown, moldy dust. Powder. The mold got nuked! Beside was a green slimey bagel. This is because we put the bread on top of the microwave. Sometimes it gets crowded and some things go missing. And get nuked to death. It did remind me though of that TV show "Bump in the Night." Remember that claymation cartoon with those little creatures? Mr. Bumpy and Squishington are the characters I remember. But I remember one episode where a piece of toast falls behind the microwave and gets nuked over and over again. He then comes to life and wreaks havoc around the kitchen. I think it was the Halloween special. Titled, "Night of the Living Bread."

Oh and yes! I knitted my first mitten. It looks a bit like a lobster claw. But I am proud of it. The possibilities are endless when you can knit with 4 needles. Once I master mittens, on to socks!

Props to Shan for finding the picture.

The Ocean Machine is Set to 9

2006-01-30T10:22:00.000-04:00

I'm not sure if I have too much to write about, but I have to write something so I don't have to see that face everytime I go to my blog. Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts like the first time you went into Toys 'R' Us as a kid. Was that not the bestest day? I went to the Flea Market yesterday. I capatalize it, because it is THE Flea Market of PEI. Anytime I go, I expect something really neat and strange and completely awe-inspiring to catch my eye. But it has not yet happened. I think it takes some rummaging and patience. There was a man though who had built his own elastic shooting machine. It was quite remarkable. Holds 20 elastics and you just rotate the trigger in the back and BOOM BOOM BOOM. Talk about time on your hands. I did get myself some goodies while there. There was a Japanese lady who had really nice knitted goods for cheap, so I got a pair of mittens. 5 bones! And how! Then I found The Witches on VHS. A Roald Dahl book produced by Jim Henson. Combination extroirdinaire. And I got Wings Over America on vinyl. Not only does it have three records of Wings' greatest hits, but it came with a poster. I think Paul's wearing lipstick on it. He looks pretty. In other news I've learned Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've Been Gone" on the guitar. And now before you make fun, you should hear it it first because it does sound cool. I just need to learn how to wail. Like Cassandra preferably. I think I'll go now. Oh and if anyone has a VCR they want to get rid of let me know. VHS is soo making a comeback.

Vomit

2006-01-24T23:52:00.000-04:00

Take Your Protein Pills and Put Your Helmet On

2006-01-22T17:49:00.000-04:00

I have just eaten myself drunk. I have filled my stomach to its maximum capacity. 4-6 cups. I hurt, yet feel euphoric. It's amazing that right now my stomach is churning and twisting, dissolving my food and I can't even feel it. Good work Evolution for not putting nerves there. Dad is wildly snoring in front of the TV and it's driving me nuts. But golf is on. I like watching golf. The calm, the quiet, the predictions, the suspense, the PLOP. The commentators voices are always so soothing. Almost as soothing as the man who hosts the late night radio on 104.7. Je loves.

Yep. Still can't move. And a little bored.

A - Age I got my first kiss: 17
B - Band I'm listening to right now: Bowie
C - Crush: Jake Gyllenhal
D - Dad's name: Wayne. David Wayne.
E - Easiest person(s) to talk to: Tomo
F - Favorite band at the moment: Queen
G - Gummy bears or gummy worms: Worms
H - Hometown:Crossroads, PEI
I - Instruments: Baritone, guitar, penny whistle
K - Kids: Who knows.
L - Longest car ride ever: Charlottetown, PEI to Chatham, New Jersey
M - Mom's name: Cynthia
N - Nicknames: Ash, Gland, Ho.B, Ashole
O - One wish: Dolphins
P - Phobia(s): Small spiders with long legs crawling on me
Q - Quote: "I'm Ritchie Cunningham and this is my wife. Oprah."- Austin Powers
R - Reason to smile: Dessert
S - Song I sang last: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go- WHAM!
T - Time I hate: Bed time
W - Worst habit(s): Gnawing on my right middle finger
X - X-rays I've had: Teeth and spleen
Y - Yummy food: Cream cheese
Z - Zodiac sign: Scorpio

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE TOMORROW!

I've Been Reading A Lot of Books on Tape

2006-01-12T11:47:00.000-04:00

I got a pair of those Crocs for Christmas. You know those ugg-mo sumprem-o, utterly hideous shoes with holes in them that everyone in Charlottetown was wearing this past summer? Yeah those. I did ask for them however, because they are comfy. Sometimes you just can't judge a shoe by it's ugliness. Ma got me a pair and I got her pair. Hers are a nice olive green, you know, a nice blending color. Mine. Hot pink. HOT PINK. Because they just aren't ugly enough.

The color has since grown on me and I have been just wearing them around the house like slippers, since the winter is not the best time to wear them. BUT yesterday was so very nice and I was only going downtown to the gym and then a few blocks to pick up my paycheck. So I took my first venture into the wilderness with hot pink crocs.

Believe it or not, I WAS walking on air. By the way, you have to sing that last sentence like the Joey Scarbury song in order to read it right. So sing. There ya go. Falafil, the crocs made walking such a delight. It's the bare feet on grass for concrete. It made me feel light as a Post-It Note and I am positive I was able to jump a little farther and higher, as I tried to avoid the puddles. I wanted to jump over everything. I walked faster, I'm sure of it, and with a little extra pep in my step.

Unfortunately for today, it is grey and pouring rain. No Crocs for me. I should invent galoshes for Crocs. Yeah. Oh, and I saw ShopGirl last night at City Cinema. You should go. It's funny and nice. Written by Steve Martin, and Jason Schwartzman is hilarious. For best results go watch it in a pair of Crocs.

Brother Michael, Auntie Gin, Open the Door and Let Em In

2006-01-06T11:03:00.000-04:00

Oh. My. God. Or maybe Jesus. I can't decide. Moments, and I mean literally 3 minutes, ago we got a knock on our apartment door. Unexpected knocks are very, well, unexpected for that matter here at our apartment. Christopher on the phone, and I on the computer. When we heard the knock, we both looked at each other in shock. "Who the hell could that be?" "We don't have friends who visit in the A.M." So with Christopher too scared to approach the door, I ran over and looked through the peep hole.

Two dashing young men stood their in the business coats and breif cases. I thought, hell it's the Liberal party coming to give their wishes and vote for me's, I figured I'd give 'em a chance. Being the morning, I am dressed a little more "casually" than normal, so when I opened the door I recieved a brief look of shock, and a quick glance at my chest. As they checked me out, I checked them out. Liberals they were not. I saw the bible in hand. At this point I was wishing them to be even Conservatives. I have gotten my first visit from Jehova's Witness'.

I stood there awkwardly, trying to cover up as much as possible while one of them read me a scripture. They asked me, "Do you read the bible?" -No. "Are you religious?" -No. "Do you like to read?" -Yes. I love to read. Just not that. Sorry.

They continued for a short bit while I thought of how long this could go on and how I could get rid of them STAT. My options were: to flash them and send them running in moral sin, to tell them the bible is merely a collection of made up short stories collected over the ages by story tellers (which, hey, probably isn't that far off), or to just close the door on them. Thankfully, I think they had noticed the lack of interest and the slight smirk on my face and finished up their schpeel. I told them I was not interested. Door closed. Silent squealing and giggling ensued.

I must say though, that must be a horrible job. Rejection is a terrible thing. No matter what form. The other day at work, I had to do OUTBOUND calls to get people in Ontario to sign up for ads in the yellow pages. I kept track and got, on average, about 3 out of 12 businesses to accept. That, my friends, is a lot of rejection. And even though I couldn't see the people, and it had no direct effect on me, it still brought me down. I told my boss I would never be doing them again. So I can imagine, going door to door, trying to persuade people into something you already know they don't want to hear can not be all that fulfilling. I know there are those J.W's out there though, like any other extremists of anything, who will not give it up and have no respect for your opinion. To sum it up, I have no harsh feelings towards the two men who visited me today. No, I don't want your bible and it's teachings, and they understood and left me to go on my merry way. Or maybe to put on some more clothes

Coulda Been the Willie Nelson, Coulda Been the Wine

2006-01-02T13:44:00.000-04:00

Woowoo! First post of '06! You know what that means? It means when you look at my archives on the side, there is another year of posts added. Lame sounding, I know. But kind of thrilling. In an I'm-easily-amused sort of way. So how was everyone's New Year's celebrations? Mine was good. I hate New Year's to begin with, and the closer December 31st got to January 1st, the more I loathed it. Nothing a few Jell-o shots and some Dance Dance Revolution couldn't fix though. A great time was had indeed.

A good year in all though. Graduated, beached, go-go danced, made friends, moved out, loved seafood, read tons. Have I been spelling "tons" wrong my whole life? Should it really be spelled "tonnes" when using it in my previous sentence? I know I would spell it "tonnes" when refering to an actual number, like "a blue whale can weigh up to 120 tonnes" but when refering to an indefinite amount, a mere estimation, is "tons" the proper spelling? I feel left out of the spelling world. Anywho, this past year had been a relaxing one at that, stress-free. No dark cloud of tests and exams and papers looming over my head. It's been a nice break. It is fun though, to think of exactly a year back and what you were doing. How some things have changed, how some things haven't. Almost seems like none of it ever really happened. Maybe it didn't. Mwahaha!

And on that note, I bid you all a swell year, well let's make that life. I bid you a swell life. And if you're one to make resolutions, don't feel bad when you break it. You so know you're going to.

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

2005-12-27T09:52:00.000-04:00

So it's posting time. Slept again at my parent's house last night. I don't really like calling it my parent's house, cause it kind of is still mine too. Right? I mean I call it home, but I call anything home if that's where I happen to be. How can I distinguish between my apartment and the house I grew up in while still claiming both? Maybe I'm just greedy.

ANYWAYS, Christmas was great, despite the 6:30am wake up beacuse Ian had to work at 8am. Dad had prepared a lovely breakfast which woke us all up, then we proceeded onto the opening of gifts. We all got some cool and thoughtful things which was nice and I spent the rest of the day sleeping, reading, and eating. God, imagine if you could read when you were a baby, how many books you could get through before you even started school? I mean all that laying around not being able to do anything. Someone should really get on that. Sheesh.

Boxing Day was a little more productive, just a little, as I had did my laundry. And by "did my laundry" I mean drove into my apartment and put my clothes away. Mom actually did it, and she actually folded it too. Thanks Ma. Productivity at its finest. I had to work 4-11pm last night, and had plans to meet up with my friend Sarah and her birthday party crew. Where do I end up? Sober? MYRON'S. AND I had a great night. I swear it was like a highschool reunion in there. I didn't feel old for once, and I got to chat with so many people I haven't seen in ages. We even danced upstairs to the techno beats. I was Ms. Sweaty McSweatSweat after that, let me tell you. I only made it till about 1 o'clock however, so me and Robyn whisked ourselves away for some JR's pizza. They must have new owners, cause my favorite girl who always worked there wasn't there. Granted, it was a Monday night, but it was all newly painted a nice seafoam green with burgandy trim. I should paint a dolphin on their wall for them.

I was in bed not long after, followed by a restless night of crazy dreams. I blame the cream cheese on crazy dreams. Someone should put that last line in a rap song, yo. That's two nights in a row of mad cream cheese eating AND ridiculously mad dreams. Why not make it three! My bowels can take it, can't ya?

As for today, I may attempt the gym, and the malls on my, what seems to be constant, quest to find a pair of jeans. And on that note, Dad has just summoned me upstairs for a another lovely breakfast. Oooh I'm such a Daddy's girl. Giggle.

Obsessed

2005-12-26T01:59:00.000-04:00

Oh my god I love cream cheese and crackers. Preferably rice crackers. But Triscuits are are good too. The texture is too perfect. If there are heavens, I'm going to the one with the Philidelphia Cream Cheese lady.

Hi Dee Ho Ho Yum Yum Yum

2005-12-23T10:55:00.000-04:00

After lugging a 15 lb turkey home, in a storm, uphill from work last week, I decided to pull a Martha Stewart. I decided to be domestic and make a turkey dinner! I am not an acclaimed chef by any stretch of imagination, and I am definitley not patient when it comes to cooking. However, I was up for the challenge.

I bought the accessories at the grocery store and had the turkey bathing naked in salmonella concentrated water. I was patient for the most part in letting the turkey just sit there, but once I made the dressing, I just wanted to stuff it! So with the help of Adam, we ripped out the innards, which proved to be a little more difficult than expected. Liver is so fun to play with.

So it cooked, and Janette helped to prepare the rest of the meal. Whipped potatoes, carrots and broccoli, cranberry sauce, and even GRAVY! I hate gravy but I made it! And I think it turned out OK. Did it? Tash brought over some delicious peanut butter cookies for dessert and Breck treated us to large vats of 12$ wine to complete the meal.

A good time was had by all and it was a nice way to send each other off before we all return to our families for Christmas. And now I can say I've made a turkey dinner! David Wayne will be so proud. I need an apron now. Me and Dad used to have matching aprons when I was a wee one, but mine was tiny. Anywho, It's almost noon and Robyn is arriving soon to begin drinking. I think I'm in for some trouble. If you see me in a snowbank tomorrow, or maybe even this afternoon, please, take me home.

Merry Christmas Y'all!

Wheat Kings and Pretty Things

2005-12-14T13:13:00.000-04:00

Here it is! Candy Manor! Me and Nancy Lou Who spent our Sunday evening creating a gingerbread house. It was probably the giddiest thing we've done in a while. We bought the kit at Bulk Barn, which came with instructions and a recipe for the icing. The icing was crazy to make because it had to be so thick. I was eventually able to hold the spoon upside down and the icing would not even budge. It was even more fun to squeeze it out of the icing bag. It was like grout. And I L-O-V-E grout.

The decorating was the funnest part. And I know that is not a word, but it really should be. All of except the sprinkles on the roof turned out to be a little more tedious than expected, but damn it looked good in the end. For more pictures at different angles, just click the photo. It came with a snowman, Christmas tree, and gingerman to decorate as well. I decorated the tree, and Nancy the snowman. We both contributed to the gingerman, who we fittingly named Frank. Unfortunately I did not have my camera on me at the time we finished, so you may observe missing candies along the roof. I am assuming someone may have felt a little peckish as they walked by Candy Manor. However I can't blame them. I did eat a swedish berry off the back fence. Sorry Nance.

All in all, it was a fabulous way to spend a December night, and only costing us about 20 bucks. Next year we plan on trying to make our own gingerbread for a little challenge. So if you are not yet in the Christmas mood, I recommend trying out one of these.

It's So Nice, I Wanna Hear The Same Song Twice

2005-12-06T12:41:00.000-04:00

You know what's fun? And ever-so exciting? Getting real mail. You know that white floppy stuff that has strange markings on it? Yeah..mail. It's a dying form. I was always so excited to get real mail, even as a kid. Something with my own name on it. Or as it always said "Ms. Ashley Dunsford." That always made me feel important. Even if it was a Chickadee magazine. Or a fakely autographed thank you letter from Doug Gilmore and Felix Potvin. I'm pretty sure I even wrote a letter to Will Smith back in the day telling him how I had a dream that we were best friends and that we should be in real life. He never responded. Fresh Prince my ass.

For a few of my elementary school years, my best friend lived across the country. And we wrote to each other like mad all the time. Ooh the thrill! I've had a pen pal before and continue to order catologues online just to get mail. Ikea will send them ASAP. Mountain Equipment Co-Op...I'm still waiting. J.Crew will send you one every season for a year. Haha, and have I ever ordered from a catologue? Nope.

One great thing this Internet has done for people who enjoy real mail, is you can get parcels. By shopping online. This is the most splendid form of mail in the world. The box of unknown. Even though you've ordered it, you're still slighty unsure, about 99.7% sure that it is what you ordered. I mean it could be from someone else, you never know. The box is brown and not transparent, covered in stickers, and usually comes in a shape you would never expect your item of purchase to look like. And then opening it. You bend your fingernails back, almost slice your finger with a knife, lose a tooth, maybe an eye, but gosh dang you've got it!

What made me think of this is that the doorbell rang today at the apartment and it was a parcel for Christopher. He wasn't home so I got to sign for it! Then I told him a package came for him and asked if I could open it. God, I'm such a hog. He knew it was his iPod. I wasn't so sure that it was. But it was. Trickery!

The Mood Is Right, The Spirits Up

2005-12-03T17:49:00.000-04:00

It began today. On a Saturday of all days too. Christmas shopping. How can such a happy time be one of the most dreadful times of the year as well. It was actually a lot better than I had anticipated. After a splendid breakfast at the Farmer's Market, I walked down to Indigo/Mark's/Bulk Barn and did not too bad. More browsing than anything. Then as I was about to walk back home, I saw the trolley waiting so I hopped on it in the spur of the moment and headed towards the antichrist itself...The Charlottetown Mall.

Again, I was surprised and it wasn't so bad inside either. I suppose it is only the first weekend of December so it will get worse. There I did only browsing, and saw a couple of things that sparked ideas but nothing solid. Except for a bottle of wine. But that's for me.

And you know when you are carrying a plastic bag for so long, the plastic begins to thin out and get stronger and begins to dig into your hands? That started to happen and I couldn't take the pain anymore so I headed home.

But I'm pretty sure I'm in the Christmas mood now. It's even earlier than usual since I don't have exams and papers to think about. Weird. We'll be decorating the apartment soon and hopefully getting ourselves a little Charlie Brown tree for the corner. And speaking of trees, The Dunsford Family will soon have our annual tree decorating night. It's the same every year. And just as hilarious every year. Dad or Ian will put up the lights first. Then Ian and I fight over who put the string of beads on last year and eventually duke it out. And even if I win, it usually gets re-done because I've apparently done a shotty job. Pfft. Whatever. It's so my turn this year. Dad will serve us all egg nog and rum while we put the finishing touches on it, while Mom sits back and critisizes where we've put the ornaments. By the end it looks lovely as always, with a fresh scent of pine in the house. Giddy.

Insert "Open-mouthed-one-eyebrow- raised-nostrils-flared-look-on-my-face" Here

2005-11-30T16:07:00.000-04:00

Yesterday I had to explain to someone as to why a whale is not a fish.

And then further explain why a mammal can not be a fish either.

Speechless.

No wait. Shocked. Yeah. Shocked.

STOLEN

2005-11-20T18:58:00.000-04:00

A sad day has come. It is my fault, I know, because I didn't lock it up. But my bike has been stolen from outside my apartment.

So PLEASE keep you eye out for a GT Palomar, colored GOLD (and kind of sparkly), with a little black and yellow sac on it, a light on front and back, a tail guard, and a bell on the right handlebar with a CBC sticker on it.

I am pretty sure it is the only one of its kind and color in Charlottetown so if you happen to see someone riding it, clothesline the mother fucker and bike it back to my house. And then give them a good kick in the ass for me. I'll bake you cookies.

Ode To My Shower

2005-11-18T20:10:00.000-04:00

Long ago are the days,
That I would only bathe,
I would sit in the tub,
And refuse to scrub.

Then I got old,
I began to mold.
And, yes, it was time,
To get rid of the grime.

Soap is now my friend,
And the time that we spend,
Will never replace,
The glow on my face.

Then there was today,
Things would not go my way.
Was it something I said,
Standing 'neathe your head?

You would freeze me, then burn me,
This was no regular teasing.
Has our love gone astray?
I dried off right away.

I suppose I'll forgive you,
For making my lips blue.
You'll always be my special sink,
that makes me not stink.

On Writing

2005-11-16T10:00:00.000-04:00

I just finished reading an amazing book that I didn't really think I would enjoy. On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, By Stephen King. Now don't get me wrong, I love Stephen King's fiction and have read many and Deloris Claiborne is the only book that has made me laugh hysterically outloud, I almost couldn't control myelf. So I was being very skeptical about reading his non-fictional "memoir of the craft." Still, I have no idea why I thought that.

But I started reading it at work last week, because it was the only book I had and I friggin' loved it! It started off as him as kid and how he was always writing stories, and when he was a teenager, and when we went to college, and when he got married and had kids and was poor, and when he made it big, and when he was a drug addict, and when he was sober, and when he got hit by a car and almost died, that he was always writing.

And you know how everything you read is essentially a story, in once sense or another. You have a mental picture in your mind and as you're reading, you're playing it out in your mind like a movie and you're the director. Even if it's a text book. There's always and ending to what you're learning about. A math problem has a beginning and an end. So does the page in your biology book talking about how the liver plays a role to your body. There's a beginning and an end. On Writing, has neither. And you don't even care. Because it's just...there. No rise in tension, no climax, no denoument, no real resolution. And still, you don't care. In fact, you love it because it's so different than anything you've ever read. And I know there are more books out there like this, and I want to read them.

He discussed how writing/reading is somewhat like telepathy. The writer is trying as best as he can to describe the story he is thinking in his mind, with words. Words which are never really fulfilling at all. Yet when a reader reads the story, those images and thoughts become transferred to the reader's mind. So it's like time travel telepathy. Does that make sense?

So if you are ever so intrigued, I recommend reading this book. I mean everyone has to write whether you like it or not. Maybe this book will inspire you, or maybe it won't. Hopefully you'll love it, but maybe you'll hate it. Either way, I bet it will be different than most things you've read.

Just Like Peanut Butter

2005-11-10T19:11:00.000-04:00

I think my favorite thing to feel is the little pads on the bottom of kitties' feet.

Mortimer...BE QUIET!

2005-11-07T18:41:00.000-04:00

In most cases, I do not like hearing the noises from the apartment above. It usually sounds like there is some sort of 8 legged creature running back and forth across the hardwood. Honestly though, I can't figure out. It is definitely a running sound. Heavy foot steps. Back and forth. I never hear the sounds of children, and there is no pets allowed. I mean even when Christopher and I prance around like giddy school girls we don't sound like that. So what is it they are keeping up there?

I would like to imagine it is some sort of half human/half spider thing that isn't allowed out of the apartment so they let it run around periodically for exercise. Or maybe one of them is a tap dancer and practicing a little jig for whomever else lives up there. Or maybe there is no one. Maybe it's a haunted apartment with the numbers 666 on the door and ghosts live in there. Ghosts with a pleasant taste in music of course. All I can hear is Jack Johnson bass lines coming from above right now.

Whatever it is up there making that sound, will remain a mystery. Meanwhile, I will continue to think of indeedly possible theories of what it is.

Stir It Up

2005-11-03T11:11:00.000-04:00

How crazy is it, really though, that a plant knows to grow in a perfect spiral order? My plant sprouts a new big leaf every 2-3 weeks, and it just knows exactly how to fall to make the perfect pattern. It looks so simple, but it still boggles my mind. Even if you read some of the science of it,

Roots and young leaves are major sites of gibberellin production. Gibberellins stimulate growth in both the leaves and the stem, but they have little effect on root growth. In stems, gibberellins stimulate cell elongation and cell division. In a growing stem, gibberellins and suxin must be acting simultaneously in some synergistic manner we do no yet understand.
-Campbell, Reece, Mitchell. Biology 5th Edition. 1999.

That doesn't really explain anything, does it? It just creates more questions. For example, "how the hell do gibberellins know what they are doing!"Even the scientist says, "we do not yet understand." Hehe.

When I'm Walkin', I Strut My Stuff

2005-11-02T19:52:00.000-04:00

Did anyone hear Magic 93.1 play "Blister in the Sun" today at 5pmish?
Did anyone crap themselves?
Has anyone heard that AWFUL re-make of "More Than Words" originally by Extreme, and now sung by some crappy Frankie J or some retarded name like that?
Don't you love the shape of question marks?

Also, I'd like to nominate Timothy's Coffee Shop in the category of "Best Halloween Leftover Candy Available To The Public"

I am done.

Live a Little, Be a Gypsy, Get Around

2005-10-25T11:45:00.000-03:00

By and by. Another week has come and gone. So fast they seem to go by. It was another fun filled week though. I attended the Hawksley Workman concert at the Wave on Thursday and it was soo good! Everyone there rocked out, and the band themselves had a great time! However despite the fact that I only drank one beer the whole night, I woke up with what seemed to be a hangover. Sheesh.

Friday night was a gathering at my parent's place to celebrate my ripe age of 22, but more or less just to celebrate everything. It was so great to see everyone there! And I THANK YOU ALL! Unfortunately we were kicked out a little earlier than planned, but next time I promise we'll stay for the whole night! As for Saturday...all I have to say is 3 words. Navy Pub Crawl.
See pics from the party and the crawl HERE.

On the domestic side of things, I baked banana bread yesterday for the first time. I had 3 rotting bananas in the fridge and took a trip to the Bulk Barn for the rest of the ingredients. God I love that place. I got all the neccessary baking supplies, and some sunflower seeds for a snack. $1.75! I mean, I worked there for almost 2 years, I should expect those prices, but I am still shocked everytime I go there. Anywho, not to brag, but I think my banana bread turned out great! I wish there was enough to let you all try a piece, but there are only two pieces left. I think I'll try pumpkin pie next. Pumpkins have to be carved this week so I might as well. Ever notice you can use pumpkins like buffalos? You can use every part of the pumpkin. The outside for carving and decorating, the insides for pie, and the seeds you can sprinkle salt on them and bake them for a tasty snack. Now, I've never tried using every part of a buffalo, but I know it has been done.

She's So Rocksteady

2005-10-20T18:19:00.000-03:00

Look.

Isn't she pretty?

And she's all mine. My birthday present from my parents got delivered to me a few days early. Right to my door. I had been out of practice since I moved out because I no longer had access to Dad and Ian's guitars at home. And I'm not super great, but I do have a roster of songs that I can perform. But I missed being able to pick up and play whenever I wanted, so a guitar was the first thing I had in mind for a special birthday present. Dad and I took a look at Sober's the other day and it came down to this black one, or a blue one. The black one has a very minor scrape on it so we got it for a cheaper price. Plus she sounds absolutely wonderful. So the black one it was.

I call her Black Betty.

Bamalam.

Look At Those Cavemen Go

2005-10-13T18:52:00.000-03:00

I think I might have writer's block. This is about my fourth attempt at writing a post over the past week and half. And it's not from lack of things to write about for dang sure. There have been a-many adventures since the last post, but I would start to write something, almost finish it, re-read it and then erase it. It's not like I even have to be picky about what I'm writing. It's not being marked or published or anything like that. Weird how it works. So what do you do when you're having trouble writing? You write about your writer's block.

Well let us see. I'll give you a brief layout of what I had tried to write about in my previous attempts:
- I spent a Friday night parading around Charlottetown with good friends taking silly pictures which (can hopefully) be seen HERE.
-We took an excursion to Moncton for some Sunday shopping where I purchased a new pair of shoes (I rarely buy shoes so it was a big deal) and you can view the silly pictures HERE.
- I have fallen in love for the first time. With 5 beautiful creatures in which I hold in the palm of my hands. They are in the form of kittens. No matter how crappy you feel they will guarentee a smile on your face. And they can be viewed from the same link as the Moncton pictures.
- There is a dead sparrow on my balcony. I think it died protecting itself from the windy, rainy days we've been having. A picture will be coming.
-Had a night of Pillsbury baking and nerdy dance competitions. Oh Sheena, I only WISH I had pictures.

So that's all I have right now. This week coming should be adventurous as well. Hawksley Workman is playing at the Wave this Thursday if anyone wants to go. So gimme a ring, or drop me an email.

Three Songs to Float to When You Get Reincarnated Into a Jellyfish

2005-10-04T20:08:00.000-03:00

1. Trenchtown Rock- Bob Marley
2. Porcelain- Moby
3. Bad Fish- Sublime

I'm Crazy For This Little Lady

2005-09-27T10:23:00.000-03:00

You know Nature, it's not very pleasant biking to work in the rain and wind. It's not even very nice biking when there are puddles on the ground. If you are going to punish us with the snow and ice we will be recieving within the next few months, may I suggest offering us some sunshine until then. Is it really that much to ask?

In other news, after owning my bike for many years, I've finally found a name for it. The Ladybug Express. Why you wonder? Well everyday at work I lock my bike at the front steps for the day. When I unlock my bike after work there are always 3-4 lady bugs sitting on the rack at the back of my bike. I take them for the ride home and by morning they have fluttered away. Then the next day there are new ones. I wonder if I am some kind of underground railroad for ladybugs. Maybe I'm taking them closer to thier ultimate destination. Where ever that is.

Also if you are ever walking up Prince Street, you should look at the sidewalk as you walk. I noticed there were copius amounts of dead, squashed ladybugs. And even a lot of them still alive walking on the ground. Downtown seems like an odd place to be a ladybug. I've really only noticed it this year. Usually they are frequent at the beach or in fields.

Oh well. I don't mind all these ladybugs. They are the only insect I will allow to crawl on me. And just to think that they are related to June Bugs.

Blech.

You're It

2005-09-19T22:13:00.000-03:00

Apparently I've been "tagged" by my good friend Luke so I have to follow suit...

Twenty Things About Me

1. Used to be in ballet
2. Never haven taken a puff of a cigarette
3. Have a guilty pleasure for celebrity gossip
4. Would like to live in a house made of Stucco
5. Have eaten a dog biscuit
6. Love the show "How's It Made" on Discovery
7. Want the complete Roald Dahl collection
8. Enjoy getting older
9. Like building things
10. Chai latte from Timothy's is hot beverage of choice
11. Thoroughly enjoy photography
12. Visual learner
13. Have a birthmark that looks like a butterfly
14. Never had my ears pierced
15. Love to dance
16. Want to work on a sheep shearing farm
17. Oak tree leaves are my favorite shaped leaf
18. Have a hornet's nest on my balcony at my apartment
19. Wonder if I talk too much
20. Think it is amazing how fast the cells inside your cheek can reproduce

Toast, Toast, Toast

2005-09-15T11:05:00.000-03:00

I love toast. We finally got a toaster for the apartment. It's the kind like on cartoons when it's done toasting it POPS out of the toaster. It's fun.

You can eat toast at any time of day and you can do many things with toast. I like mine with either just butter or just peanut butter or butter with jam or jelly. My favorite jam is raspberry. I purchased the raspberry jam they have in a big tub at the Bulk Barn. It's really really really good. Probably in the top 2 of best jams.

There's also French Toast and Tuna Toast. Some of you may not know what Tuna Toast is. Dad used to make it all the time for lunch and still does when we want something quick and tasty. One can of tuna, one can of cream of mushroom, mix together and microwave for 5 minutes. Make toast with butter and pour the tuna/mushroom mix on top. Pure deliciousness. My Nanny made it for Dad and his brothers and sisters and Dad made it for us. It's an ol' Dunsford tradition now by the looks of it. Oh yes, and you can't eat it without a side of peas. There must be peas.

So now my breakfast will be complete with our new toaster. I can toast all day if I want. Toast is one of those words that after you say it so many times and begins to lose it meaning. Toast. Toast. Toast. What is toast? Toast. Haha. Oh toast. Would it be mean to name your child Toast? Maybe a middle name. Hey, toast is a verb AND a noun. Neat-o. You don't come across those very often. Be proud toast. Be proud. Oooh I can toast bagels now too!

Don't get me started on bagels.

Good Rocky's Revival

2005-09-09T07:40:00.000-03:00

In 1 hour and 45 minutes I will be sitting in the waiting room at the eye doctor. Oh. My. I can't wait. I have been waiting for this moment for at least 6 months. My eye sight has worsened over the past 2 years since I got my last perscription, with my contacts and/or my glasses, I cannot see everything. Blurs. And I hate not being able to see. I loathe my eyes.

I was always a fan of the eye doctor. Mine's a girl and she's pretty cool. However I'm not the biggest fan of the test they do to you before you go to the doctor's actual office. You set your chin on a holster and stare into a hole with one eye. A picture of a hot air balloon. Oooh it looks so pretty. Oh, there it goes. In and out of focus. But aaah, still so pretty. Than BAM with no warning, nothing, a puff of air gets shot into your eye. It's like the finger pricker at the doctor's office...unnotified momentary uncomfortableness...it's probably for the best I guess. But then you have to do it with your other eye, so this time you know its coming. You nervously stare at the hot air balloon. It doesn't seem as pretty as the first time. And there it goes again. You put your glasses back on with a disgruntled face and wait for the real doctor.

The room is always so soothing. Dim lights and a comfy chair, you sit there as you're tested on different lenses to see which one make the letter "E" on the opposite wall the clearest. Then there's some sort of magical tool where she hovers around my eye, only inches away, looking for trolls inside my eye. I always want to laugh when she does it just cause she's so friggin' close to my face.

So this morning I will get my new glasses perscription, and hopefully some new contacts and then I get to pick out a new frame! The excitement just doesn't end! Soon I will be able to everything, as I fear my eyesight is so bad that my new lens will give me x-ray vision.
A girl can only dream.

Rodeo Clowns

2005-09-01T08:41:00.000-03:00

So here we are. That's me and Christopher, new roomies, living in an unofficial seniors complex. There are young people here, but most of them are least 60+. But my word are they ever sweet! I've never felt so welcome! The day I started moving, and old man came up to me,instantly filling me in on who lives below, beside, and above me. I'd say this guy is the gossip mill of this place. Below me lives Etta, a TINY tiny 87 year old woman who has no car yet will not let anyone park in her parking spot in case she gets visitors. Everyone is very friendly.

I really like it here though, it's quiet, spacious, and the water pressure is great. Christopher and I have yet to be in the apartment at the same time, other than when we were moving. But soon enough we will be here for good, without a car, having sleepovers in THE BED!

But hey, if yous are ever in the neighborhood, feel free to drop by for a visit. We like people.

Afternoons and Coffee Spoons

2005-08-25T10:36:00.000-03:00

Oh hi there. Guess what?

I'm moving out! We finally found an apartment! Sheesh, it seemed to take forever. Christopher and I are going to be new roomies at 15 Belvedere Avenue. Right now I live on Jenkins Avenue. I like living on Avenues. I like the word Avenue.

Anyways, we were beginning to think that fate did not want us to live together as we were having the worst luck, but being the optimistic people we are, we figured that it there was a reason for all that bad luck and can only lead us to somewhere better.

It was a tough decision however, because there was also a duplex behind the Gahan House that we wanted as well. It was very cute, AND it had an attic. A fun one too. And narrow hallways, oooh how I love narrow hallways. But after realizing that there is no grocery store nearby, and all our money would probably go to nachos at the Gahan and to booze, since we'd practically be neighbors with every bar in town, we opted for the Belvedere. A wiser choice. Look at us being mature.

Belevedere is a more quiet building, which is good, hardwood floors, a BALCONY, and as Chris mentioned...a cute landlord. So September 1st we'll be moving in. If anyone has any furniture or kitchen stuff you want to donate or sell, we'll take you up on it, so drop me a line and I will gladly take it off your hands.

GIDDY!

Sun Breaks, I Can't Wait

2005-08-11T20:05:00.000-03:00

Another humid day on ye fair Isle.

Last Sunday, Dad and I hit up the Blue Rodeo concert and I must say it was a great GREAT concert indeed! They rocked us out of our seats for "Hasn't Hit Me Yet" where the audience sang the whole first verse by ourselves. The whole band was just perfect. Smooth harmonies, a steel guitar, a kick ass piano player, and of course, Jim Cuddy himself. Oh how I want to birth his children. Or at least one night of hot sex.

Then Dad and I headed down to St.James Gate to listen to Mobile Preide and have some beers. I ordered their potato skins and Ooooh MY were they good! The Mobile Preide guys were FANTASTIC as well. Very very talented jazz musicians. I love watching Dad listen to jazz cause he gets so into it. The fake drum sticks in his hand, tapping an imaginary cymbal, and screaming out "YEAH" in a hearty voice after the bassist finishes his solo.

It was a great night of music all around and I'll be awaiting the next.

Runnin' Wild and Lookin' Pretty

2005-08-02T13:32:00.000-03:00

One year ago today. I was there (see photo). Just arriving at the British Virgin Islands in the sweltering heat of 34 degrees celcius. At night. Ahh, how I would love to relive those 3 weeks over and over and over again.

However, a summer spent on PEI is always wonderful and never regretful. You take for granted how much of a little paradise it is here when you live here. My past weekend was spent realizing it, yet again, how much I love it here.

The 2nd annual Toga on the Beach was held at Blooming Point Saturday night. And what a great night it was. Drums beating to guitars which seemed to be playing every 20 feet, camp fires everywhere and people there for all the same reason: to play, sing, dance, and be merry. There was frolicing in the waves at midnight, fireworks, and a couple of sing-alongs led by yours truely! I played 3 or 4 songs on the guitar while people sang! Fun indeed! As the sun came up, we filtered out, tired and sandy to head home for a rest to prepare for...

Camping! Sunday afternoon a group of us headed out to Little Sands for a night of recovery and good ole fashioned camping. I got to use my new tent that I bought with my first paycheck from my new job and got to use my diving fins for the first time since I got them at Christmas. The drive out there was so nice. So many great color combinations and growth of plants. We huddled around the campfire for most of the night, eating copius amounts of hotdogs with plans of staying the for the whole next day but the weather proved to be less than enjoyful. But it was a great time had by all.

So thanks PEI for being so beautiful in the summer and providing us with great and interesting sources of entertainment. I will always return to live on your pretty red dirt no matter where I end up.

In other news, Dad just called to inform he got our Blue Rodeo tickets. Jim Cuddy...you will be mine. OH yes...you will be mine.

Brat Camp

2005-07-28T08:40:00.000-03:00

In all my years I've never been a real hardcore TV watcher. I mean there was Mr. Dressup and Sesame Street, Ninja Turtles and Ghostbusters, but that was pretty much it considering we never got cable until I was in grade 9. Even after we got cable my TV habits didn't change too much. THEN we got sattelite TV. I thought it would be the end of all socializing, but in all honestly, I never use it unless I'm sick and can't move.

So what I'm trying to get to here is, is that there has been atleast one show on TV that I enjoy so much that I must see it on it's weekly basis. I've went through Survior, Law & Order, The Joe Schmo Show. This past year I was hooked to the 6 pilot episodes of Grey's Anatomy that were on Sunday nights. And when summer came, they came to a halt, leaving us to wait for September.

So with nothing to look forward to on television over the summer, countless episodes of Futurama and Family Guy have been watched. All until 3 weeks ago. When the greatest, most touching reality show began on Wednesday nights. Brat Camp. You see the commercials for it and it seems to be a behind-the-scenes of where Sally Jesse Rapheal sent her "Teen Terrors."

They took 9 troubled teens (labelling them such things as "angry punk", "compulsive liar", and "tried to stab his twin") and sent them unexpectedly to Sage Walk camp where they endure at least 40 days of living in the Oregon desert in extreme fall/winter conditions. There are counsellors there who are experts at outdoor survival, and all have "Earth names" like Fire Shaper and Mountain Wind. They are also highly trained in dealing with kids such as these. There's lots of crying, cussing, and hissy fits, but the program is set out to make these kids feel better and more secure about them selves and to work out their problems through encouraging tasks and sessions with therapists. For example, making fire, repelling down cliffs, hiking 8 miles in a snow blizzard. It honestly is such a great show with a great purpose. It doesn't result in winning money, a new husband, or becoming a Hilton, just making a positive difference in a kids life. Sappy I know....but's it's sooo friggin great! You really need to watch it and it will give the happiest gushy feeling in your belly and leaves you so anxious as to who will be the first to graduate from Sage Walk.

Wednesday Nights. 10pm.

I Want to Ride My Bicycle, I Want to Ride it Where I Like

2005-07-25T15:32:00.000-03:00

Approximately one year ago this day, my gold GT Palomar bike got stolen right from my very own house in Stratford. It was a sad day. I just expected that some little shithead had taken it one night and I vowed if I had ever seen a gold GT riding around town I was going to chase after them, close-line them, and take off with the bike, giving them the finger as I ride off into the sunset. Only because I was almost sure that it was the only one of its kind on the island.

SO, I am informed yesterday, by my brother Ian, that my golden beauty is resting safely at his friends house. Ian has no idea how it got there, and they have no idea why it is there. But it is there! And it has TOTALLY made my summer.

As well, this past week, I got to check off one of the things on my "Things To Do While Alive" list. You know those sign that the letters have to be changed every so often? I think they are called marquee signs? Slangy segue, I've always wanted to put on a letter with one of those long-arm-suction-pad thingies. We walked past the Arts Guild Sunday am, and saw the guy changing the letters. We walked about half a block further and then I ran back asking if I could put on a letter. Done and done. I wanted to ask if I could finish the phrase, or even the word, but the guy seemed pretty weirded out by me so I decided to let him carry on.

News from the garden patch:
-Something dug up my spinach. I have 2 heads of spinach left. I caught a dove at the scene of the crime. Symbols of peace my ass. More like symbols of garden destruction.
-A mammal of some sort then pooped in my garden on the torn up spinach row. Honestly, who throws a shoe?
-It seems I have planted my radishes a little too close together. Most of them are VERY tiny and not worth eating. but there are some hopefuls. And I ate them already.
-The pea pods have risen from their little flowers and I can feel the peas within beginning to juice up. They are pretty much the only hopefuls left in my garden. Grow on little peas.

I'm gonna need a scarecrow fro next year.

Sky Rockets in Flight

2005-07-18T14:13:00.000-03:00

Oy. What a weekend.

I attended my first stagette party on Saturday night. What a hoot! The bride-to-be is Jen Albrecht and the theme was 80's bridemaid gowns. The ladies had wonderful costumes and the party was planned fabulously by Jen's sister Lisa. The party was held at the Kirkwood Residence where it started off with a Fantasia Party, where a girl from Afternoon Delight comes with all these sex toys and products and describes and sells them. It was quite entertaining as everyone got more drunk and the stories and questions started coming out. Lisa had also been trying to get either her husband Kent, Breck or Paul to strip for Jen and with the sound of a motorcycle in the driveway and a guy coming to the door, Lisa ("YAY the stripper's here!") got excited thinking Breck had given in and come to dance around in his chaps. Haha...it was Breck's dad. If only he agreed. Damn.

The remainder of the evening involved games with hotdogs and mousetraps, pickles and a penis pinata, cherry-poppin', VERY potent jello shooters from a fishbowl and a large mess. I ended up taking a 1/2 hour mid-drunk nap before heading to the bars and continue drinking. I had my own little pub crawl which included some reggae dancing at Jake's, some cowboy grinding at the Big Gay Dance @ The Delta, and reuniting with the Stagette in a feather boa at Peake's. And the final memory, watching Lisa, at who-knows-what-hour, barely coherent, trying to set up a tent in the front yard.

So it was a great first experience at a REAL Stagette party (because I definitly have NOT been on a FAKE Stagette before where we pretend to know someone getting married and make men donate money to a fake bride so that we can buy pizza at the end of the night...I would never participate in anything like that) and I can't wait till the rest of you bitches get engaged so these kind of parties will happen again.

Shit Happens Yo.

2005-07-14T17:10:00.000-03:00

8:30am. This morning. Freshly showered. Smellin' purty. On my way to work.

I step in the car and smell something AWFUL. So I'm looking and sniffing around, hoping to find the source of this heinous odor. Nothing. Continue driving. Stop at Timmy's for a muffin. The smell has followed me. IT'S SOMEWHERE ON MY BODY!

Get back in the car. Remembered that my window was open yesterday and a bird shit IN my car. On the inside of the door. Aaah. Perfect sense. The bird shit is smelling. And I set my arm in it. Napkin and water does the trick. Off I go to work.

Get to work. Getting comfy in my office chair. The smell comes back. ARGH! The shitty smell is still on me and I dont know where! I'm getting quite frusterated at this point. I wash my arm again with soap and it still doesn't go away. I give up.

Hours go by. I become accustomed to smelling like shit and don't even notice it anymore. I cross my legs to do a crossword puzzle. Hmm? What's this mysterious brown substance on my pant leg. Sniff. SICK! There is animal shit on my pants! HOW!? Look at the bottom of my shoes. FECES embedded into the crevices of my clog!

So somewhere between the house and the car I stepped in animal dung. Blech. Mystery explained. I took of my shoes and set them in the hall and rolled up my jeans.

Good Old Fashioned Values

2005-07-12T20:26:00.000-03:00

Meg: I just want to kill myself !I'm gonna go upstairs and eat a whole bowl of peanuts.
(Lois and Peter stare in silence)
Meg: I'm allergic to peanuts.
(Peter and Lois keep staring)
Meg: You dont know anything about me!
(runs upstairs)

Peter: Who was that guy?

Viking Love on the Rocks

2005-07-09T12:29:00.000-03:00

I know I shouldn't be one to judge...but Helga really should leave Hagar.

Garden update

2005-07-08T11:41:00.000-03:00

A stupid fox (i'm assuming) helped themselves to my carrots. i know have about 4 blooming carrots left in my garden. I am quite disappointed as garden fresh carrots are my favorite. Frig saving the animals....save the vegetables.

It Goes Like This, The Fourth, The Fifth

2005-07-06T13:26:00.000-03:00

So my new job is at the Target Call Center on Grafton Street. Yes. My brother is my supervisor. How hot is that? No, it's fine though. Good people work there and despite my hatred of the phone, it's not that bad. Yet. I got trained yesterday on booking ferry reservations for The Cat. It's fun talking to those crazy Americans and their accents.

Last weekend went by fast. Maybe because I was "celebrating" for most of it. Oh Canada...Maybe that's why our anthem is called that. Because that's the first thing you say the morning after Canada Day. We spent most of C-Day at Jake's. I'm sure the band hated me since I requested "Lay Down Sally" after every song, absent-mindedly forgetting they couldn't play it. Dancing really should be a daily requirment. The British have tea time, so why can't we have dance time?

There were a couple of outings to Blooming Point as well over the weekend. One trip where I found the HUGEST lobster ever while I was snorkelling. I wish everyone could have seen it. It would have made a hefty meal for someone if I had enough balls to catch it.

Well the week continues, with mystery work shifts here and there. The Tim Horton's Jazz and Blues Festival starts tomorrow I believe, so if anyone is up for some evening outings of myu-sak, let me know.

Yippee-Kiyay Mother Fuckers.

Good Bye Ruby Tuesday

2005-07-02T21:47:00.000-03:00

It's over.

I have a full-time job starting Tuesday.

Good bye freedom.

Hey There Mister Blue

2005-06-29T16:47:00.000-03:00

So I realized today that I DON'T have to work all night for Canada Day. I was quite bummed about the whole ordeal, as Canada Day usually involves a whole lot of rukus. So I looked at the PROPER schedule for this week only to see that I work 12-4 in the afternoon. My own stupidity has just made my day.

The atmosphere around me right now is fabulous. Kind of dark and cloudy, thunder rolling in the distance, fan on, window open with a hot breeze coming through, and a couple of birds chirping. A STORM'S A COMIN'!

There's nothing better than a good thunder storm. As much as I love sunny days, rain and lightning just make it all worth while. Plus it gets rid of that god-awful humidity in the air. Oh, here comes the rain. Better go play in it.

Guilty Pleasure of the Day: Kraft Dinner and boiled hot dogs. So wrong...but soooo right.

Like a Blister in the Sun

2005-06-24T12:15:00.000-03:00

I don't care how gross it may seem, but peeling off skin from a sunburn is probably one of the most pleasurable things to do.

Hello City

2005-06-22T09:50:00.000-03:00

Best first day of summer E-V-A.

With a high of 26 degrees Celcius, a trip to Blooming Point was planned. The goal was to get out there around 11:30am, but I met a few obstacles on the way. Tash was too sunburned to spend another day at the beach, but she had kindly cut up some watermelon for those of us who were going. So I went to her place to pick up the watermelon, stayed for 20 mins, soon realizing I was running a little late and had forgotten my purse. So off I go back down the Stratford road, with my foot a little heavy on the gas pedal, turn up and my street only to notice a cop car behind with its lights on. Oh shit, I thought, and it was even a woman cop so I couldn't even try to use the "I'm just a girl" approach.

-Cop: "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
-Me: "Speeding I assume."
-Cop: " I caught you doing 80 in a 50 zone."
-Me: "Sorry."
-Cop: "Did you also know your registration has expired?"
-Me: "No, it's my Mom's car."
-Cop: "Can I see your lisence?"
-Me: "Well...I was just on my way to get it actually. It's at my house just up the street."

So I'm speeding, have no registration, have no lisence. I was pretty sure I was fucked. Before she heads back to the car to run my name, she asks, "How do I know you?" We figure out she was at the Dunsford Family BBQ held last week and her 5 year old son tap danced for me and gave me his autograph. Sweet Island connections.

She lets me off with EVERYTHING, but making sure I know that I would have otherwise got over 200$ worth of fines. I must have been wearing my lucky bathing suit.

So despite that little delay, the day was wonderful. Laid on the sand, swam and snorkelled for a bit, ate ice cream at Jewell's, played mini-golf, ate BBQ steak and drank beer...all in great company. Pics can be seen HERE.

Great way to start off the summer.

It's a Kind of Magic

2005-06-19T17:35:00.000-03:00

Look at those pea plants go! So cute they are. Everything is well on it's way now in Ye Ole Garden. The carrots and spinach have broke through the soil, the green beans, peas, and radishes are maturing rapidly. Oh the abundance of radish I will have. Is radish a word like sheep? Does one say radishes or just radish when referring to more than one radish? Anywho, I dont even know why I planted radish. I mean,it's a nice addition to a salad but you'd never just pop a radish into your mouth to snack on would you? And now I have two rows of them. Well if anyone wants any, please let me know. I will give them to you.

Other than that the weekend's been good. Despite the weather. Lots of great company. I got to witness the Colonel Gray prom parade where everyone tries to out-do each other in modes of transportation. There was the Cavendish Trolley, fire engines, Gators, motorcycles, a pepsi truck, hummers, and an 18-Wheeler with a flat bed and a band playing on it. Sheesh, I think I walked to my prom. It was funny to watch the 18-wheeler get stuck on the road for about a 1/2 hour holding up lots of traffic. Good laughs were had.

Well, that's it for now folks. I leave you with this realization of the week:

It's dang near impossible to pass world 4 of Mario Brothers 2 while intoxicated. I will get past those sperm whales someday.

A Bad-Ass Mother G.I Joe

2005-06-16T16:46:00.000-03:00

Guess what I did today? Nope. Not that. Not that either. Give up you say? OK. I went to the Public Library! Kinda sounds sad, eh? That going to the library was my highlight of the day so far. Don't feel bad for me though. I thouroughly enjoyed it. However I think I set my expectations too high. It's pretty much the same as it always has been. Except there are more computers. The book selection isn't great. After using the UPEI library for so long, it makes the Confed library look shatty.

Either way, it was still enjoyable and I rented out Robinson Crusoe. Dad read me this book when I was little (except it was a shortened kid version) and I loved it. Dad always read me books before bed in hopes to make me fall asleep easier. It had the reverse effect though. Dad would eventually start to trail off and start snoring in mid-sentence. Then I'd have to wake him up and send him to bed.

OH YES. As Christopher and I walked through the Confed Center to the biblioteque, we stopped in at Mavor's to see Sidney. That was also my first time seeing the new restaurant! And OMG...I love it! The carpet, the chairs, the placemats, the fireplace, the stools, the bar...it's beautiful! I want my dining room to look like that. And the menu looks great and is well-priced. I love eating out, and Mavor's is SO the next destination.

Oh, it's pouring rain out.

We Should Have Each Other to Tea, Huh?

2005-06-09T09:41:00.000-03:00

I have just returned home from a 2-day stay in Shediac, N.B at my Grandparents cottage. Mom drove the two of us over as I read her Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. While I was there, I realized I had forgotten how comical my Grandparents really are. Not only are they funny and witty, but observing their behaviour is absolutely hilarious.

Grammy is an extremely bossy woman, who gets her way. All. The. Time. You do not mess with this woman. She takes no shit. I was actually scared of her when I was little. But then I came to appreciate it and she soon then favored me since I am the oldest grandchild. When her and Grampy have arguments (almost always very petty ones), Grammy always wins. Even if we know Grampy was right, you just let her win, and flash Grampy a secret victory smile.

Grampy has a wide selection of really bad jokes, that I always end up laughing at while everyone else scoffs. He does a sweet Donald Duck impresssion. He is absolutely, positively whipped by Grammy. He consults most of his actions with Grammy before performing any of them. Example. Grampy and I were planting flowers in several pots during my stay, and we had come to some left over flowers and not quite sure how to arrange them. Any other person (like myself) would take the left-overs and arrange them as nicely as possible into the remaining pot. Grampy: "Better go ask the boss."

They crack me up. Grammy yells out "Jesus Christ!" in front of 18 of her church-dedicated lady friends, Grampy won't let anyone else load the dishwasher because he has a particular place for everything. The most organized person I have ever met.

I planned on taking pictures, but since Parlee beach is a two minute walk through the trees, I sided for the beach. However, here are some highlights from the trip:

-ate my first whole lobster, and enjoyed it.
-there was a wicked thunder and lightning storm that I sat through in the sun porch.
-Mom and I bought almost 50$ of Red Bull.
-I read over 400 pages from my book while I was there.
-saw a $14 million "cottage" being built on the shore. stupid rich kids.
-had, what I thought was a dead June Bug, stuck on my finger. I FREAKED.
-oh yeah. I went to bed at 9pm on Tuesday night.

Garden Update

2005-06-06T13:52:00.000-03:00

Look!

The radishes have sprouted! As have the peas, but they are just barely surfacing.

More to Come!