Thursday, March 30, 2006

Little Bits of Happy

Thursday, March 30, 2006
It's Thursday. While I look like I've been hit by a bus, and the trusty combo of pink bunny-hug and jeans may have done me well on monday, by the end of the week, it's looking a tad sag- I'm having a great day.

Today I bought pink gerber daisies from the AIDS/HIV charity table. I shared a beer with some good friends. I'm looking forwards to an appropriate dinner of a Peters' Drive In Milkshake and Onion Rings. I got a headstart on a paper that isn't due for a week. Sex and the City was on, and while it was an old episode (season 2?) I couldn't remember it. CSI Tonight!!!

SATC tangent: Last weekend, Lady Rose and Friends and I hit the BINGO at the West Hillhurst Community Centre. You might think that bingo is an inappropriate activity for a group of 20-somethings (me on the low end of 20-something, they're a little more mature), but it was fun. And on this episode, where do we find Carrie et al? At Bingo. Okay, so it was Drag Queen Bingo...but it was all about the "B12...Under the B, 12" nonetheless.

Tomorrow's Friday, and my school week is over. 8 more days of class to go...

Post Cards, Pot, and Passive-Aggressive

These are the things that greeted me today. In my mail, I had a postcard from the Lovely Angela Hartmaier, who is enjoying a vacation in Hawaii. Bitch.

Passive Aggressive is for how I don't like to be treated. If you have a problem with me, the way I behave, or the manner in which I conduct my daily life, please tell me. I'm about as observant as a brick wall. If something bothers you, please, do not hesitate to let me know- I'll likely take immediate measures to correct it! However, simply avoiding me, giving me the silent treatment, or going out of your way to do the opposite of what I'm doing to piss you off- not effective.

Pot! Or, I should say, Pottery! I am super excited to start my very first pottery classes at the end of April. Finally, a means of physical creativity! A way to express myself through a new medium! A chance to suck at something fantastically, and yet have ashtrays and small bowls for everyone I love for Christmas gifts!

I was nagged by three seperate people to create this blog post. I have managed to effectively skirt most of my emotional issues, not mention most of what is stressing me out, and blather on for a few paragraphs. I hope you're all satisfied!

Monday, March 27, 2006

portions for foxes

Monday, March 27, 2006
I saw Watermelon Guy again today. I did indeed say more than "mmggghhnghhemeheheh" to him. I'm not sure what we exchanged was even an exchange- far from a conversation- maybe more comments directed to him on my part, and whether or not he actually acknowleged my existance enough to respond is beyond me.

I wish I could shake this insane infatuation, but I can't. At least it beats that feeling that creeps on the scene when I've got absolutely no one to obsess about. Being without a "functional adult relationship" is one thing, but knowing that you are currently and utterly without prospects is another thing entirely.

That is why I found myself dabbling in the world of online dating. It took a long time for me to get over the mental block- accepting that it was a legitimate thing to do, that I wasn't an incorrigible loser, or horrendously unattractive- but you know, after going out with a handful (or more...) of guys, I clearly was barking up the wrong tree. Best I sit alone with my wine, than share it with someone who is a complete oaf.

Now, I'm not saying that it was only the guys I met online that were not so much for me- but a wise guy friend of mine once said, "Women try internet dating in an attempt to find something better. Men go online because they can't find anything at all."

Quality over Quantity, I suppose, shall be my new mantra.... just as soon as Lent is over.

(oh- and the title? the song that is currently looping on my iTunes)

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Lord Love A Duck!

Sunday, March 26, 2006
I didn't ruin it!

The roast, the potatoes, the gravy, and EVEN THE YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS came out perfectly. Even though I had to postpone eating of said Sunday night dinner until after 10pm, it was truly good eats. I'm sure it was a fluke- like Robert said, 'It turned out because you didn't have company!" but it's nice to know that I did manage to pull of an old-school feast like Mom does.

I tried to take photos, but the battery in my camera died.

Domestic Goddess (In Training)

When I'm stressed, or when I'm upset, I cook. I find myself in the kitchen, throwing together ingredients in an attempt to exercise complete control over at least one aspect of my life. More often than not, disaster ensues. I don't have an ingredient, I get carried away with spices, or I burn things. Too much liquid, not enough liquid, or worse- expired liquid. Yuck.

Why do I do this to myself? Today, I've decided (well, actually, I decided yesterday) that Sunday night dinner would consist of a beef pot roast, potatoes and carrots, gravy, and yorkshire pudding. I just slid the roast into the oven! Let's hope that years of watching Mamma Lenore do this pays off- and I don't end up eating a pizza pop for dinner, yet again.

Yesterday afternoon I made rice pudding. Not from a box. I cheated, I used minute rice, because I cannot, absolutely CANNOT cook rice! I don't know how it's done. I think a rice cooker is a definite future purchase. The pudding turned out pretty good, though- it satisfied the want.

Kent- prepare yourself. The pie-making binge might hit at any moment...the way things are looking, I'm thinking Wednesday night.

Friday, March 24, 2006

That Hour 6 Photo, and Vanity

Friday, March 24, 2006
Okay. I can't take anymore of this! The funk is totally brought on by the fact that Amanda has pictures of me in a sweatsuit I originally wore in Grade 7! I can't deal with the shame of the horrible Hour Six Doog-a-Thon picture ANYMORE!

Thus, please find two extrememly attractive pictures of me below. Please note that these are the ONLY pictures ever taken where I don't have 8 chins, my mouth gaping open with a clear view of my back molars, or a drink in my hand.


And yes, I took that nerdshirt picture myself, into a mirror. I was playing with my camera, and I wanted to see what would happen if I sprayed water on the mirror first. (I am lame. This is because I have no friends. Or do I have no friends because I am lame?)
So there, Amanda. Feel free to show these around, instead of that terrible jowly profile, where my eyes have glazed over and my ponytail has started to frizz.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

As Promised...

Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Okay, I'm back. What was I going to write about again?

Ahh, yes. Let's start with transit. I fondly remember, a few years ago, when they used the Route 9 bus to train new city bus drivers. While I am forever indebted to Calgary Transit for finding my wallet and keeping it safe during the "Walletgate" experience earlier this month, I have to say that it's never a good thing when one becomes nauesous on the city bus. Not because she's been drinking, or is sorrily hung over, or had some iffy curry. No, when one is jolted back and forth, to and fro, on the bus, wondering if she's somehow fallen into a rabbit hole and landed on the School Bus in 1992, on the way to April Stimson's ranch for a sleepover birthday party, and is currently winding down the gravel river hills road on a big, yellow, shock pad-less bus...that's not a good sign. I think the stop-start was what really did it. O transit, you are so convenient at times, and a total loser cruiser at others.

Okay. So, today I realized that big-haired girl in my class- she really deserves more credit than we all give her. I've had a few classes with her, and she's sweet, but I've always written her off as pretty ditzy. She's a member of the "A Team", with Ms. Cheekbones Bitch, and the 3-man self-stripe suit squad. She's like the odd woman out, for they never let her talk, never ask her opinion, and kind of hide her in the back. She's pretty, but they too have fallen into the "Her hair's too big, it must have take over part of her brain to compensate" trap. So, today, I decided that she deserves far more respect than I give her- her comments (when she was finally allowed to speak!) were logical, and while she's got huge confidence issues- word is, her family is LOADED, and she'll be in Law School before I get a real job.

On the other hand, Ms. Cheekbones really needs an attitude adjustment. I think this girl wrote, back in grade one, that she wanted to be a "cold hearted corporate ice bitch" when she grew up. Honey, you're well on your way. It does amaze me that you can walk in those heels with that yardstick shoved up your ass like that! Is that why you can't smile? Must be...or it'll come shooting out and Self Stripe with the rhyming name will lose an eye.

This is way too long. I'll blog tomorrow, I promise, about why I've sworn of Online Dating. Boo, finding a mate! Boo hiss indeed.

Tough Decision

This spring, I will be completing my degree. Do I take "Food Culture" or "The World to 1500"?

I have to admit, Food Culture will likely be much easier, but that class starts at 6, and in theory, if I'm working on Mondays and Wednesdays, It'll be almost 6:30 before I can make it to class.

I have had evening classes before, and there is always someone that shows up about 20 minutes late, coming from downtown or elsewhere, looking quite rushed and out of breath. There's always a sheepish sort of look about them, as if they feel bad about sneaking in late, but it was unavoidable.

I guess there'd really be no problem with it, as long as I cleared it with the prof first- I'm sure they'd be understanding.

This is going down as the most horrendously boring blog post ever.

I'll be back later, to dish about why I'm giving up on attempting to find the love of this quarter on the internet, why certain people have earned my respect and others should have the yardstick shoved even further up their asses, and my general opinion of the transit service in Calgary.

Toodles!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Goodbye, Moody Tuesday

Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Yes, another one. Man, this funk can only be chalked up to one thing: lack of warm weather. Let's face it, no one looks sexy in a parka, least of all me. I'd really appreciate some non-parka wearin' days, where I could schlepp myself to school without looking like a water-resistant, powder-blue vision of frump.

My English 399 class was cancelled this evening, so I did what I've been meaning to do for months...I went to the Uptown for a viewing of "Capote". We read "In Cold Blood" last week, so while the film was relevant and interesting, I wasn't impressed. Don't get me wrong, it was good, and fully worth my 6 dollar matinee entry. Oscar-winning PSH was a great Capote, and the film really gave an interesting perspective to the writing of the book- which towards the end, had a strange tone.

The really neat thing (or unfortunate thing, if you happen to own or manage the Uptown) was the lack of audience. One other couple and myself enjoyed a private screening. The Uptown is truly beautiful- rows and rows of vintage (and probably original) red seats, mustard velvet curtains, and a balcony. I hope that the small crowd was simply reflected by the fact that it was Tuesday afternoon.

My matinee bliss was interupted by a phone call demanding my T4's. I'm really thankful that my dad is doing my taxes-( I didn't ask, by the way. He just did them...) but I was a little stressed out by the fact that I was downtown, waiting for the train, a good 30 minutes from my apartment and access to any tax information. Oh, well. I guess I'm just an ungrateful brat.

Here's to a tomorrow that might reach a temperature above zero!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Stressed spelled backwards is Muffins.

Monday, March 20, 2006
So, I'm in the process of pulling myself out of my funk.

First, I napped, ate me some B and J's (mm, The Gobfather...mmm....), read some smutty historical romance, had a bubble bath, and talked to my dog on the phone.

To completely zen out, though, I decided that I'd figure out exactly what that pan thing with the 12 little compartmenty things was. Inspired by the Domestic Goddess that is Lady Rose, I whipped up these babies:



Mm, Peanut Butter and Jelly Muffins. Epic.

In other news, this is totally worth a read-through. Particularily if you happen to be a disenchanted, bitter young woman attracted to artsy misogynists, that look like they're strung out on heroin.

Somebody's got a case of the Mondays!

I am so foul today. I've spent much of the afternoon in my bathrobe, in the dark, listening to old Van Morrison songs, and plotting the downfall of my many enemies.

#1: The Girl Who Knows Everything
-Beware, broad that sits behind me in a certain SGMA class. It took all I had not to turn around today and throw my heavy text at your dainty little head. That'd really screw up your perfect bone structure- and you certainly couldn't talk if you had your jaw wired shut!

#2: The People Who Phone And Don't Leave Messages
-I screen my calls. All of them. Trust me, I do it for the safety of others. There are just some days (like today) where it's just better if I don't pick up. That said, I do appreciate those that leave a message. Caller ID can only point me in the right direction if I recognize the number! (Note: I don't answer the phone if I don't recognize who is calling, period. Get used to it.)

#3: The University
-Why? Why did you cancel the class I was really looking forwards to taking this spring? I have 3 classes to finish. 1.5 credits. Really, people! I can't take any more marketing or business classes, so I'm stuck with you, Comms and Culture. Humanities, you're in the running as well. However, the BIG BAD U of C cancelled the Advertising in Electronic Media class, and let me tell you, I'm not pleased.

#4: People Who Send 8 MB Email Attachments
-This needs no explanation. Why?!


My super cool lunchbox better get here soon, and shake me out of this funk. I'm grouchy. I think I'm going to go eat Ben and Jerry's and watch Dirty Dancing.

My poor roommate- if she knew what was best for her, she'd just not come home today. *sending mental waves, Sarah, go to Richard's....don't come home, I'm bitchy...*

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Journey

Sunday, March 19, 2006
Is the song on the radio by Journey, or Foreigner?

I don't watch the OC. I really don't- I was an avid viewer for the first season, but after that, I really lost interest. But last week, as I was flipping through the thursday night options, I landed on a scene in the OC where they hire a Journey cover band.

Except the band is playing a Foreigner song. Outrage. At least the characters commented...with a "I didn't know this song was by Journey..."

Disgusted, I changed the channel. Stupid wasted youth.




Oh my, I really am my father's daughter.

Success!

The Doog-a-thon was, indeed, quite successfull. We plowed through the entire first season. For a disc-by-disc rundown, and late-night photos, see Lady Rose's blog.

After I got home, Lauren and I hit the Lido for some crinkle fries and cheeseburgers. Not a lot of places in Calgary where you can get a "sit down" dinner for less than ten bucks, but I would never take anyone but close friends there. The Lido is a classic, like worn out sweat pants, or red jello. You might not use it to impress, but when you need comfort, there's nothing better than cracked, yellowed vinyl booths, jukebox contraptions at each table, and the white-blond waitress that probably came with the place when it opened. They also make a killer $3.88 full breakfast (but you have to pay extra for the milkshake!)

Lauren and I waited around for a movie at the Plaza (Walk the Line), and walked home in the snow. Cheap plastic shoes, while cute, are not conducive to snowy walks home. Thankfully, she lent me some socks.

I'm kind of down right now. I guess it's just getting hit with the full force of another weekend almost over, another semester almost over, another night almost over. What's going to happen in the next 8 weeks? Where will I be living? Working? Studying? I don't even know what province I'll be in- or country, for that matter. My birthday is in a few weeks, and all I want is some clarity.

And maybe friends that don't hate each other. I'm really tired of apologizing for who I spend time with, guys.

Just this once. Please?

Friday, March 17, 2006

Oh My God.

Friday, March 17, 2006
New plan. No more of this working/buying a home/building a successful career...screw it. I am going to have a child. And this child will be an Irish Step Dancer. Why? Because I just saw the most adorable little kids on the Martha Stewart show...with adorable ringlets (aww, apparently wigs...) and dresses and shoes...so cute.

I will name this child Riverdance. And she will like it, damnit. She will love it!

Like something out of a dream...

A knock on the door. 2 (cute) exchange students, inviting me to the party they're having tonight. But wait- it wasn't a dream!

I was, however, napping on the couch. Now they think that I'm a lazy and dishevelled Canadian! I always have had a soft spot for exchange students... ;)

But alas, I will not be gracing their party with my presence- Doog Tonight!

That's right, in only 2 and a half hours, I'll be at Amanda's, gettin' our Doog On.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Tomorrow! Doog! Tomorrow!

Thursday, March 16, 2006
My Marketing Research lecture was cancelled today. Apparently we need a "field day", which is probably very, very true. However, this has definitely thrown off my day. I certainly can't complain about sleeping until 10:30, nor can I find fault in eggs and toast, when I usually don't have time to eat. But now I am left wandering through the early afternoon with no purpose, no regularily-scheduled-burst of joy because "IT"S THURSDAY!", and only a German lecture to attend. A boring German lecture, at that.

I should skip it...but I have no excuse. An upcoming midterm, plus the fact that I live on campus, means that I can't blame car trouble, the hassle of commuting to campus for 75 minutes of boring, or missing the bus, on my lack of attendance.

Oh well, after class, I'm going to go scrounge up some Crave Cupcakes, maybe some Chai, and take that novel I've been wanting to read down to Higher Ground. Mmm, Kensington. You really know how to cheer a girl up!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

And for the uninformed...

Wednesday, March 15, 2006
An Explanation.

I've been asked 4 times today what the "Coundown To Doog" means. "What is Doog?" "Why are you counting down?"

Voila. Doog.

Doog-a-thon? All-night, all-day box set marathon.

And thus, the ultimate questions of the day have been answered.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Doog- 3 sleeps and Counting.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Today, the Oriental Wok lady told me I looked sad. She gave me an extra chicken ball.

Today, I was telling someone outside of class that I think the people that take English with me hate me. I turned around to a voice that said, "that's not true! You just talk too much." (Thanks, guy in my English Class)

How are these two things related? They aren't, really. I wasn't sad, but it was nice to get a free chickenball. It was also nice to know that not everyone thinks I'm a pompous jerk.

But you know what would be really, really nice? Moosetracks Ice Cream.

Hmm, Safeway is still open...

Monday, March 13, 2006

Countdown to Doog: 4 More Sleeps

Monday, March 13, 2006
Yep, I was correct in my assesment of past "relationships". They should stay in the past. I'm sorry, if you happen to be reading this and at one point dated me, but really...

I need not continue with this. I will, however, list the attributes that I will NO LONGER tolerate in potential love interests:

-uneducated (school of life or an accredited institution, you pick.)
-unemployed (exempt if you are currently a student at an accredited institution)
-has ever been homeless
-has ever done time in the prison system
-is currently married or engaged
-refrains from using words with more than 3 syllables.
-thinks that romance=a half sack and a cold pizza. (sometimes it is...but sometimes, damn, it sure isn't.)
-does not understand how a phone works...or feels the need to call me all. the. time.
-is carrying a truckload of emotional baggage. Dude, I have enough of my own, I can't help you with yours.
-goes by the nickname "lunchbox" (sorry, Lauren)
-is someone I feel I should be dating 'justcause'
-does not know how to use a toaster.
-is living with mom and dad and has no plans of leaving anytime soon...
-does not drive. Not as in, doesn't have a car...more as in, doesn't have a license.
-thinks that art, theatre, science, literature, and current news events are "boring, pointless and stupid"


Of course, that is not an exhaustive list. I'm sure I can think of some more to add...after Lent is over, and I go back to dating. Feel free to suggest more...god knows I need all the help I can get with this screening process.

Doog Countdown: 5 More Sleeps

I really hate to disappoint, but it appears that I have no regularily-scheduled Sunday Rant. Usually, I'd have something related to the unrealistic expecations of beauty placed on women and equally unrealistic body types, spurred by Grey's Anatomy. Or, I'd have been scorned/shamed/insulted at some point over the weekend and felt the need to complain. I hate to say it, but I'm just not up to airing my dirty laundry today. I mean, yes- over the course of the past few days, I've been rejected, neglected, ignored, excluded, mocked, demeaned, and undermined- but I've also been congratulated, applauded, thanked, complimented, awarded, and appreciated.

I mean, as long as there's a balance, right?

Besides, I don't know how I could possibly rant after spending most of the weekend in my new lime-green plastic shoes.

Alright. We do have room for a minor rant.

Dear Past:

Why won't you just stay where you are?! I mean, for the love of lawnchairs! My own cousin had to buy me a book called "How To Dump A Guy", and trust me, there is no chapter about what happens when said dumped guy comes flinging back into the picture. I can tell you, Oh Dumped Guy, be warned...you're not going to be around for long. I've got a lot to say, and not a lot of it is nice. I don't have time to be nice...I'm too busy trying to find a job.

At any rate, my blog now has as many posts as the United States has...well, states.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Dance Dance!

Saturday, March 11, 2006
1.5 hours working in the Box Office
+5 hours bartending
+one saucy cocktail dress
+3 inch heels
+ backup shoes
- any pee breaks
+ a rolo ice cream cone for dinner
= A very tired Megan

I had so much fun tonight, volunteering, and socializing, and showing up at the Pumphouse looking quite trampy, instead of my usual wholesome self. I learned that more thespians have difficulty making eye contact than swing dancers. Swing dancers have sassier lines than thespians, and are usually better dressed. However, Thespians seem more likely to engage in deeper conversation.

Oh, and I got flowers! All in all...a goooood night.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

If you want to destroy my sweat-er...

Thursday, March 09, 2006
Nothing better than starting the day with some air guitar inspired by Weezer, 6 cups of coffee and some Mueslix. (And you people wonder why I am the way I am...)

This is a short post, I'd just like to say that I wish this kid's mom packed my lunches. I want that lunchbox too- then I wouldn't be lugging 8 ziploc containers, a go-mug and a cheese string around in my backpack.

Have a great day, friends!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

My apartment has a STOVE?!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tomorrow night is Casserole Club. Like a Christmas Cookie Exchange, Casserole Club means no cooking for a week! But, it also means that I had to prepare food for 5. I decided to make the Saskatchewan Delight, "Poppyseed Chicken".

Look, Mom! I can cook! There's food in the oven here! (Mom, don't look at the grossness on the bottom of the oven...I'm sure it was there when we moved in.)



Here's a lovely closeup of the casserole before I put the ritz crackers and melted butter crust on top of it:



Yep. I boiled the chicken breast. Tasty.

In other news, I had my Oil and Gas Midterm today. I hope for the best- the best case scenario being that I don't flunk and have to stay at the university for another year. Good lord, the stress!

Anyway, I've got nothing. Go to the One Act Festival, Calgary People! Cheap Theatre! Cheap Original Theatre! The lovely ladies of the Box Office to dazzle and amaze you!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Rez Rant

Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Today, while I was walking home from my epic day of academia, as I was trudging through the tunnels between Kanananananananaskis Hall and Glacier, I slipped in a puddle of (from the bottle lying beside it, I assumed...) KY. 'Kay, Why do I still live here?

Today Looks Un-Promising

I don't think I'll be sneaking in my usual pre-evening class nap today. Those poor people in my English Class, they're going to have to deal not only with a Megan that talks alot, but a cranky Megan that talks alot. Poor, Poor Detective Fiction!

This is my outrage of the day: Why is it that when a person actually speaks in class- in a smaller class, say, 35- the rest of his or her peers get upset? It's a discussion, people! If I have something to say, there is no way I'm holding it back. I hope that I never sound ignorant or stupid- I've done the readings, that's why I'm there. I want to hear what you have to say, too! It's not only the professor who has ideas; for the love of god, talk! (I'm referring to you, ladies of the english class) I'm paying through the nose for this education, and you'd better believe that by the end of it, I've learned that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

And the A.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

(untitled)

Sunday, March 05, 2006
I spent a good part of this past weekend at the Pumphouse, working in the box office for Ground Zero and generally annoying the Pumphouse Employees. I did get to see the show gratis, which is always a bonus if you're a starving student that was stupid enough to leave her wallet on a public city bus. In addition to watching one of the best one-handed shows (if not the best all-around production) I've seen this season, I feel that I was prompted to look deeper into some of the decisions I've made in my life.

"Dough: The Politics of Martha Stewart" examined some of the repercussions of the expectations the modern woman places on herself. The need to have a beautiful home, throw the perfect dinner party, and create handcrafted keepsakes are typical of the Martha Generation, but the idea that life never exactly matches the pictures in the magazines, or the pictures we have in our heads, applies to everyone.

When I look at where I am in my life right now- almost 22, on the verge of completing my degree, and living in Residence, I can guarantee that this is not how I thought things would work out. I didn't see myself in Calgary, doing, god forbid, a BComm. I never even wanted to live in Rez! I thought I'd be in a serious relationship, taking Optometry at Waterloo, maybe spending a year abroad. I'm happy where I am, but it's definitely not the image of collegiate perfection I thought my life would be.

I had a conversation with Ian, one of the guys that works at the theatre, last night about the worst criticism we'd ever recieved from a professor. He said that the worst comment he'd ever had, the worst he could imagine, was that his ideas were "safe".

This frightens me. So many of the choices I've made, roads I've taken, have been persued because they were safe, or easy. "Take the path of least resistance!" I told myself. This is really hard to swallow, as I always have thought of myself as someone that is up for a challenge. If I truly was, why did I decide to come to Calgary? Why do I still live on Campus? Why didn't I take a few years off, discover who I was and where I need to be?

Most frightening is the idea that when I do finally get a job, I'll be stuck in middle-management, because I always took the safe route. I know risk vs. return, for the love of maude, I'm a business major. I know that she with the most guts reaps the biggest rewards- socially, professionally, and personally. While I know I've made some gutsy moves- I need to make more.

Goodbye, Comfort Zone. I'll miss you...more than I'm willing to admit.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Finally! I'm the prettiest child again!

Saturday, March 04, 2006
My mom and dad took Abbey to the groomers today. This was the result.



However, verdict is still out on whether Allan or I is now the prettiest.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Cohabitation Station!!

Thursday, March 02, 2006
Okay, am I the ONLY early-20-something that becomes ill at the thought of moving in with a love interest? Granted, my dates never make the 6-week cut, and I like to keep certain things (my home phone number, my middle name, my whereabouts 98% of the time, the number of other people I'm currently dating...) private. I also shudder at the thought of someone I'm over the moon for seeing how I ACTUALLY live. It's bad enough when friends come over, and see exactly what kind of hovel I currently inhabit, but a date? Oh god. Now, take that to the power of nine gazillion, and you have the exact expression of feelings that I have towards moving in with someone.

Friends that are moving in with their sig.oth., I apologize if I have offended you in some way- but really! Do you ALL need to move in together at the SAME TIME?! Geez, guys- so much for our "we're young! with disposable incomes! and a desire to stay out until tomorrow!!" attitudes?

Besides- I know for sure that if I moved in with someone, they couldn't put up with my 5 am phone callers.

Kiss the girl!



I'm proud to announce the engagement of mon frere (in the green tshirt) to Princess Ariel. (This is only problematic because she's currently married to Prince Eric, but we all know that those Disney characters have really loose morals...I'm sure Disney Divorce Court is fast and discrete. After all, we all know what comes after "Happily Ever After") I've always wanted a redheaded niece and/or nephew, and I'm super excited. Al, get on that.

I'd also like to shout to the world that I think one of my brother's friends is a total cutie-pants, but I'll never tell which one. (Click to enlarge the photo for a better view...I bet you can guess, Vteam. I bet you can guess!!)

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Hand cramp!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I'd almost forgotten what it feels like to write so much (and by 'write', I mean 'handwrite') that your hand cramps up. I'm used to typist's elbow, and sore wrists, and of course, the text-book/exam writing slump in the right shoulder, but the hand cramp I had forgotten! Why was I handwriting, you may ask? Because I am so damn stubborn. I don't like using excel, and I hate using Word to draw diagrams. Thus, I handwrote my Marketing Research individual assignment. I'm sure my clever use of whiteout and looseleaf will be a novelty, and set me apart from my peers, earning me an A- Jack won't even have to read it! He'll take one look at my neat cursive script, slanting between those blue and pink lines, and determine that I am a genius.

Well, at least I got the assignment done- more than I can say for that Sales Management class last year!

I'm super tired, and I'm afraid that once again, I have little exciting to say. My feet hurt- I tromped through the slush and snow yesterday in heels, and now I have blisters on the balls of my feet. That's painful. What's worse, is that they weren't even my sexy shoes- the 'eff-me footwear' is worth blisters. The business in the front, business in the back black pumps? Not worth it. Why do we ladies even bother with the high heels? Oh, right. Because ankle-height hiking boots and flip flops look ridiculous with a business suit.

Oh well, I only slid down the hall in Professional Faculties once! Imagine that scene with Bambi on the ice (the deer, you gutter-minds!)...now, pretend it's a 5'9 female in heels and a skirt, in a crowded hallway.

Let it be known, that when I eventually meet my untimely end, the words "She was as graceful as a one-legged cow" should be banished from the Eulogy. You have been warned, Eulogist. You have been warned.