Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Partly Cloudy With A Chance Of Snow
Okay.
This is going to be a little obscure. Does anyone remember a TV show called Student Bodies on YTV about 1997-1999?
Now, the show was about a group of friends at Edison High School who makes up their own school newspaper because they don't like paper that the High School already has. It is like a low budget Canadian, Saved By The Bell. It was not a bad show. The lead actor was super cute.
The main character, Cody, drew the cartoons for the newspaper, and he was in love with the editor of the paper, Emily. Cody's best friend, Chris, was the business manager and really the comic relief of the show.
The other day, I flipped to the Weather Network, and there, reading the weather, is "Chris" off of Student Bodies! What?!?! What does he know about weather? Where is the rest of the gang?
I checked the Weather Network's Website and sure enough it was him! I don't know that I can trust the weather anymore. I know he is just reading the weather, and not just making it up as he goes along, but still really weird to see him on there, pretending like he knows all about weather.
This is going to be a little obscure. Does anyone remember a TV show called Student Bodies on YTV about 1997-1999?
Now, the show was about a group of friends at Edison High School who makes up their own school newspaper because they don't like paper that the High School already has. It is like a low budget Canadian, Saved By The Bell. It was not a bad show. The lead actor was super cute.
The main character, Cody, drew the cartoons for the newspaper, and he was in love with the editor of the paper, Emily. Cody's best friend, Chris, was the business manager and really the comic relief of the show.
The other day, I flipped to the Weather Network, and there, reading the weather, is "Chris" off of Student Bodies! What?!?! What does he know about weather? Where is the rest of the gang?
I checked the Weather Network's Website and sure enough it was him! I don't know that I can trust the weather anymore. I know he is just reading the weather, and not just making it up as he goes along, but still really weird to see him on there, pretending like he knows all about weather.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Lengthy Post for a Lengthy Day
Good Morning Everyone!
It is only 10am and I have already been waiting at the airport for two hours for the 8am flight to come in. Welcome to winter and delayed flights! But the airport has food, and tv(although it is a crappy soap opera on, right now) and internet, and a security guard that hits on me all time.
When my family and I flew home from Washington DC last summer, our plane was 2 hours delayed because of smell....what?!? Apparently they couldn't get our plane, unstinky, so they had to get a new plane in from Detroit. How smelly was that plane?
When we flew to DC, we started in Salt Lake, our flight was at 6am. My parents were way over zealous and insisted we go to the airport at 3:30am. (Needless to say, the Salt Lake Airport isn't that exciting, and my dad kept setting off the metal detector.)
We waited with a handful of other excited people flying from Salt Lake to Minnesota, including one kid. This boy was about 8, and crying and whining and, and, barfing. Barfy McBarferson was so annoying. He cried and threw up and then whined and threw up, and when everything else failed he threw up.
Finally the plane started to board, and Barfy was sitting only a few rows in front of me and Eric, my little brother. He cried and ran to the bathroom, and was so super annoying for 6am.
Eric and I were sitting together, I was sitting on the aisle and Eric in the middle, and we waited to see who would take the window seat. We hoped it would be no one so that we could spread out. We waited quiet a while, and no one came, so we put on our ipod and leaned back for the quiet ride to Minnesota.
After about 3 songs some lady tapped my shoulder, and told me and Eric that she was sitting in the window seat next to us. This lady, Hippie McHipperson, had all of her bags with her. "I don't check my bags, I just don't trust that they will get there." And then she asked me and Eric if we would hold some of her bags for her. Being the nice Canadians that we are, we held her bags.
Meanwhile, soon after the flight took off, Barfy McBarferson started throwing up again. Me and Eric got the whole show because he was only a few rows in front of us. Hippie, turned to Eric and asked him if that kid was okay. Eric told her that he had been sick all morning. And Hippie then all excited announced that she had something to help him in her bag. But she wasn't sure what bag it was in. So she fiddled around in all the bags until she came up with a small bag, and then me and Eric had to file out, with all of her bags into the aisle while she went over with her bag to Barfy.
Hippie then took out some cream and began to rub it on Barfy's left foot. Then she rubbed his stomach and said "Think about puppies. Think about puppies." Then she rubbed something else on his right foot. And Barfy fell asleep. Hippie came back and was all proud that she had fixed him. (Although when he woke up, Barfy started barfing again!)
Me and Eric were never more grateful to land in Minnesota. No wonder I loved it there so much. The flight to DC, was much less eventful. At least we didn't have to hold bags or watch Barfy. (He went on to Chicago, and Hippie went to Florida)
Have a good day. Hopefully no one throws up near you!
It is only 10am and I have already been waiting at the airport for two hours for the 8am flight to come in. Welcome to winter and delayed flights! But the airport has food, and tv(although it is a crappy soap opera on, right now) and internet, and a security guard that hits on me all time.
When my family and I flew home from Washington DC last summer, our plane was 2 hours delayed because of smell....what?!? Apparently they couldn't get our plane, unstinky, so they had to get a new plane in from Detroit. How smelly was that plane?
When we flew to DC, we started in Salt Lake, our flight was at 6am. My parents were way over zealous and insisted we go to the airport at 3:30am. (Needless to say, the Salt Lake Airport isn't that exciting, and my dad kept setting off the metal detector.)
We waited with a handful of other excited people flying from Salt Lake to Minnesota, including one kid. This boy was about 8, and crying and whining and, and, barfing. Barfy McBarferson was so annoying. He cried and threw up and then whined and threw up, and when everything else failed he threw up.
Finally the plane started to board, and Barfy was sitting only a few rows in front of me and Eric, my little brother. He cried and ran to the bathroom, and was so super annoying for 6am.
Eric and I were sitting together, I was sitting on the aisle and Eric in the middle, and we waited to see who would take the window seat. We hoped it would be no one so that we could spread out. We waited quiet a while, and no one came, so we put on our ipod and leaned back for the quiet ride to Minnesota.
After about 3 songs some lady tapped my shoulder, and told me and Eric that she was sitting in the window seat next to us. This lady, Hippie McHipperson, had all of her bags with her. "I don't check my bags, I just don't trust that they will get there." And then she asked me and Eric if we would hold some of her bags for her. Being the nice Canadians that we are, we held her bags.
Meanwhile, soon after the flight took off, Barfy McBarferson started throwing up again. Me and Eric got the whole show because he was only a few rows in front of us. Hippie, turned to Eric and asked him if that kid was okay. Eric told her that he had been sick all morning. And Hippie then all excited announced that she had something to help him in her bag. But she wasn't sure what bag it was in. So she fiddled around in all the bags until she came up with a small bag, and then me and Eric had to file out, with all of her bags into the aisle while she went over with her bag to Barfy.
Hippie then took out some cream and began to rub it on Barfy's left foot. Then she rubbed his stomach and said "Think about puppies. Think about puppies." Then she rubbed something else on his right foot. And Barfy fell asleep. Hippie came back and was all proud that she had fixed him. (Although when he woke up, Barfy started barfing again!)
Me and Eric were never more grateful to land in Minnesota. No wonder I loved it there so much. The flight to DC, was much less eventful. At least we didn't have to hold bags or watch Barfy. (He went on to Chicago, and Hippie went to Florida)
Have a good day. Hopefully no one throws up near you!
Friday, February 24, 2006
With Worse Luck and Far Less Gold
So the bad luck continues. Are you surprised?
Anyone who doesn't know...and how could you not know...knows about the terrible bad luck that I have. There are misfortunes, regular bad luck and then there is my life. And the sad part is there is nothing that I can do about it.
Wednesday night, in a effort to help, I decided to clean Smith's fish tank. However, "best laid plans of mice and men, oft times go astray." The fish died. Well, one died, the other one, I think is near death. I was just trying to help! I promise!
With all the snow we got (yup, we got snow yesterday) all of the planes at the airport at delayed. Not really bad luck, well not for me, just more annoying than anything. So I have been spending a lot of time waiting around the EXCITING airport, just to learn that the planes are delayed or cancelled.
Yesterday was my one year anniversary at Budget! Don't I have to celebrate with paper or something like that? I should buy myself a card. It is difficult to believe I have been here a year. I never had any intentions of staying that long. But I guess, all in all the job isn't that bad.
Alright. Stay warm and dry. Drive safe. Maybe go toboganing, or curl up with some hot chocolate and a good movie.
I love you all.
Anyone who doesn't know...and how could you not know...knows about the terrible bad luck that I have. There are misfortunes, regular bad luck and then there is my life. And the sad part is there is nothing that I can do about it.
Wednesday night, in a effort to help, I decided to clean Smith's fish tank. However, "best laid plans of mice and men, oft times go astray." The fish died. Well, one died, the other one, I think is near death. I was just trying to help! I promise!
With all the snow we got (yup, we got snow yesterday) all of the planes at the airport at delayed. Not really bad luck, well not for me, just more annoying than anything. So I have been spending a lot of time waiting around the EXCITING airport, just to learn that the planes are delayed or cancelled.
Yesterday was my one year anniversary at Budget! Don't I have to celebrate with paper or something like that? I should buy myself a card. It is difficult to believe I have been here a year. I never had any intentions of staying that long. But I guess, all in all the job isn't that bad.
Alright. Stay warm and dry. Drive safe. Maybe go toboganing, or curl up with some hot chocolate and a good movie.
I love you all.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
The Secret To A Good Poutine Is, More Cheese and Less Gravy
Alright, I am going to do it.
I hate to say it though.
Please don't tell my brother.
Oh, ahhh, no...okay.
I like U2.
Uhmm...okay, crazy. Calm down. No one cares what band you listen to.
I once told my brother that I didn't trust U2.
And he said "You are crazy. It is a band, what is there not to trust about them? They don't even know you."
And I told him, that any one that wore sunglasses all the time, there is something up with them. I just have a feeling that they are bad news.
And he said "Uhmm yah, I know them donating money and trying to solve world poverty...something very sketchy about that."
So I came back with the point that I knew in 1985 that Michael Jackson was crazy, and no one believed me. And now look, he is nuts. And I also told him that I didn't trust The Rolling Stones.
He just shook his head and walked away. I think he couldn't believe his sister was so paranoid. But now every time U2 comes on, he just laughs and says, "Yah, I just can't trust these guys."
Give me one more chance
And you'll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won't be denied
I hate to say it though.
Please don't tell my brother.
Oh, ahhh, no...okay.
I like U2.
Uhmm...okay, crazy. Calm down. No one cares what band you listen to.
I once told my brother that I didn't trust U2.
And he said "You are crazy. It is a band, what is there not to trust about them? They don't even know you."
And I told him, that any one that wore sunglasses all the time, there is something up with them. I just have a feeling that they are bad news.
And he said "Uhmm yah, I know them donating money and trying to solve world poverty...something very sketchy about that."
So I came back with the point that I knew in 1985 that Michael Jackson was crazy, and no one believed me. And now look, he is nuts. And I also told him that I didn't trust The Rolling Stones.
He just shook his head and walked away. I think he couldn't believe his sister was so paranoid. But now every time U2 comes on, he just laughs and says, "Yah, I just can't trust these guys."
Give me one more chance
And you'll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won't be denied
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
You Expect Me To Be Clever Every Time?
Do you kinda hate long weekends?
Please, don't get me wrong. I seriously believe that everyone's work week should only be Tuesday to Thursday, but long weekends kinda mess you up for the rest of the week.
Like, today is Tuesday, but it feels like Monday. And I still have to do all the things I would do on a Monday, but also all of the things that I need to do on Tuesdays. See. Messes a person up.
How was your Family Day?
Hope you had fun. The next long weekend isn't until Good Friday in April. (Thank goodness it is on a Friday!)
(Can't we just make up a holiday in March..come on we did it with Family Day. Uhmmm...Beaver Day? Hockey Day? Something..Anything)
So Happy Tuesday to you! Here's to a short work week!
Please, don't get me wrong. I seriously believe that everyone's work week should only be Tuesday to Thursday, but long weekends kinda mess you up for the rest of the week.
Like, today is Tuesday, but it feels like Monday. And I still have to do all the things I would do on a Monday, but also all of the things that I need to do on Tuesdays. See. Messes a person up.
How was your Family Day?
Hope you had fun. The next long weekend isn't until Good Friday in April. (Thank goodness it is on a Friday!)
(Can't we just make up a holiday in March..come on we did it with Family Day. Uhmmm...Beaver Day? Hockey Day? Something..Anything)
So Happy Tuesday to you! Here's to a short work week!
Friday, February 17, 2006
Suprisingly Easy
Oh my goodness! It happened! After months of planning and preparing, it finally happened. Our little Tat got married!
What a wonderful wedding. Tat was beautiful. Chandler, super handsome. The both of them smiles and giggles. The food was amazing, the program funny and all and all one of the best weddings I have been to in a long time. I guess it really does make a difference when you are good friends with the couple, and don't have to serve, or work in the kitchen.
It was a good time to say goodbye to the rest of the 727 house. I think that is it for major happenings with the rest of those girls. We have all moved on and, well, it is okay. Nothing to cry over anymore. It was fun while it lasted. I am glad to have met them, and live with all of them.
All in all, Tat showed me, that getting married, really is suprisingly easy. (Good luck with the Cabin!)
What a wonderful wedding. Tat was beautiful. Chandler, super handsome. The both of them smiles and giggles. The food was amazing, the program funny and all and all one of the best weddings I have been to in a long time. I guess it really does make a difference when you are good friends with the couple, and don't have to serve, or work in the kitchen.
It was a good time to say goodbye to the rest of the 727 house. I think that is it for major happenings with the rest of those girls. We have all moved on and, well, it is okay. Nothing to cry over anymore. It was fun while it lasted. I am glad to have met them, and live with all of them.
All in all, Tat showed me, that getting married, really is suprisingly easy. (Good luck with the Cabin!)
Thursday, February 16, 2006
I Olympics Sono Spaventosi
Has anyone seen the medals from the Olympics?
There is a hole right in the middle of them! Right in the middle. If I won, one, I would be sad to only be get 3/4 of the metal, in the medal
(By the way, shouldn't we really call it a metal, instead of a medal...but I guess medal is short for medallion)
Apparently, the hole is to go over your heart when you wear it around your neck to symbolize the heart and passion (Did you know, their motto this year is 'Passion Lives Here') and dedication of the Olympics.
I think they just look like CDs. Like Italy got too tired to make a real medal, so they just got a bunch of old CDs and put strings around them. But that means you can have your own Olympics at home, and give out your own medals.
Which do you want? Honestly, I think I would purposely try and lose the gold to get the silver medal. Silver is the best medal...bronze, what is that? Really. Something that old sculptures and busts are made out of.
PS--What is up with their creepy mascots?
There is a hole right in the middle of them! Right in the middle. If I won, one, I would be sad to only be get 3/4 of the metal, in the medal
(By the way, shouldn't we really call it a metal, instead of a medal...but I guess medal is short for medallion)
Apparently, the hole is to go over your heart when you wear it around your neck to symbolize the heart and passion (Did you know, their motto this year is 'Passion Lives Here') and dedication of the Olympics.
I think they just look like CDs. Like Italy got too tired to make a real medal, so they just got a bunch of old CDs and put strings around them. But that means you can have your own Olympics at home, and give out your own medals.
Which do you want? Honestly, I think I would purposely try and lose the gold to get the silver medal. Silver is the best medal...bronze, what is that? Really. Something that old sculptures and busts are made out of.
PS--What is up with their creepy mascots?
In The True Spirit Of Sportsmanship, For The Glory Of Sport And The Honour Of Our Teams
I, like Smith, have fallen in love with the Olympics.
First, the Olympics gives you a chance to look at all kinds of foreign guys. And it is always a bonus that most of the people are in spandex suits.
Secondly, the Olympics gives you a chance to see weird sports, like Skeleton and Biathalon.
Lastly, the Olympics gives you a chance to watch CBC all day. Something that you would definitely not be doing on a regular Thursday.
I first fell in love with the Olympics when they were in Calgary in 1988. I was 7, and the fact that the Olympics were 2 hours from my house made it even more exciting.
Calgary and Canada really knew how to put on a good show. We had our own little Olympic torches and got them lit by the real torch when it went through Taber.
And I bought an Olympic coin from the Canadian Mint (I wanted Figure Skating, but they didn't have any, so I got Cross Country Skiing.)
I fell in love, in love with figure skating that year, when Canadian Elizabeth Manley won the Silver Medal. (And I had such a crush on Brian Orser, the Canadian Men's Silver Medalist...I think he is gay though.)
What great Olympics, Calgary '88, was that I cried after the Closing Ceremonies because I couldn't wait 4 more years for the next Olympics!
First, the Olympics gives you a chance to look at all kinds of foreign guys. And it is always a bonus that most of the people are in spandex suits.
Secondly, the Olympics gives you a chance to see weird sports, like Skeleton and Biathalon.
Lastly, the Olympics gives you a chance to watch CBC all day. Something that you would definitely not be doing on a regular Thursday.
I first fell in love with the Olympics when they were in Calgary in 1988. I was 7, and the fact that the Olympics were 2 hours from my house made it even more exciting.
Calgary and Canada really knew how to put on a good show. We had our own little Olympic torches and got them lit by the real torch when it went through Taber.
And I bought an Olympic coin from the Canadian Mint (I wanted Figure Skating, but they didn't have any, so I got Cross Country Skiing.)
I fell in love, in love with figure skating that year, when Canadian Elizabeth Manley won the Silver Medal. (And I had such a crush on Brian Orser, the Canadian Men's Silver Medalist...I think he is gay though.)
What great Olympics, Calgary '88, was that I cried after the Closing Ceremonies because I couldn't wait 4 more years for the next Olympics!
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
I Know This Girl Named Denise.She Makes Me Weak At The Knees
Uhmm...stop stealing me...okay?
Have you ever Googled your name? (I know, I know...it is geeky, but I was bored in my defense!)
Apparently there is someone from Minnesota named Denise Garner. She draws creepy pictures of elves and dragons. Maybe you think it is cool, but I think they are creepy.
If you are going to steal my name, do something better than drawing weird pictures.
What if I get famous one day, and someone comes up to me and says,
"Oh hey, Denise Garner, oh I love your creepy elf drawings."
No thanks. And stop being from Minnesota! That is where I want to live, and there can't be two Denise Garner's living there. And is Minnesota really the best place for you to draw elf pictures? I think you need to go live in some abandoned castle in Scotland or somewhere like that.
Have you ever Googled your name? (I know, I know...it is geeky, but I was bored in my defense!)
Apparently there is someone from Minnesota named Denise Garner. She draws creepy pictures of elves and dragons. Maybe you think it is cool, but I think they are creepy.
If you are going to steal my name, do something better than drawing weird pictures.
What if I get famous one day, and someone comes up to me and says,
"Oh hey, Denise Garner, oh I love your creepy elf drawings."
No thanks. And stop being from Minnesota! That is where I want to live, and there can't be two Denise Garner's living there. And is Minnesota really the best place for you to draw elf pictures? I think you need to go live in some abandoned castle in Scotland or somewhere like that.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Ice Possible, Drive With Care
Well, a bright and cheery Valentines Day to all of you! Remember that I love you all. Really I do. I don't need a holiday for me to express my love!
Maybe I am cynical. Maybe I am bitter. But I really don't believe in Valentines Day. The reasons are as follows:
1. Who is this St. Valentine?(I'm not Catholic. Don't really plan on being Catholic..well unless I become a nun. Mmm...maybe I will be Catholic. I am somewhat intrigued by Pope Eggs.) Why is he so big on love? And do we need a holiday dedicated to love? No, I don't think so. I think we need more holidays dedicated to turkeys and to dead monarchs.
2. February!?! The best time you could think of was February for a holiday? No.
3. It isn't a real holiday, because we don't get it off work or school. Thusly, the celebration there of should be optional.
4. It is a true fact...sad one to admit...I eat chocolate every day. EVERY day. I don't need to have chocolate in a the shape of a heart to be happy.
5. I just spent money on the people I love at Christmas...which was...6 weeks ago. Do you really need something else from me?
6. Pressure. There is pressure if you are dating someone to have the best Valentines plan ever (similar to the pressure felt on New Years Eve) and if you aren't dating anyone, pressure to find someone to date or something to do, so it doesn't look like no one loves you.
7. Sweethearts. Like Preference is so many unnecessary ways. Who wants to go to dance anyways, let alone a dance where I have to get a dressed up, dance every song with the person that asked me and be charming and witty all night. Too hard. (Plus none of us have been asked, so maybe we are little bitter about it.)
8. Roses (Baby's breath included!), Stuffed Animals(that have Happy Valentines 2006 written on them), and boxes of chocolates with Elvis on them. Thanks, but no thanks. I am not interested in you spending an inflated about amount of money for any of this crap. Thanks though.
Maybe I am cynical. Maybe I am bitter. But I really don't believe in Valentines Day. The reasons are as follows:
1. Who is this St. Valentine?(I'm not Catholic. Don't really plan on being Catholic..well unless I become a nun. Mmm...maybe I will be Catholic. I am somewhat intrigued by Pope Eggs.) Why is he so big on love? And do we need a holiday dedicated to love? No, I don't think so. I think we need more holidays dedicated to turkeys and to dead monarchs.
2. February!?! The best time you could think of was February for a holiday? No.
3. It isn't a real holiday, because we don't get it off work or school. Thusly, the celebration there of should be optional.
4. It is a true fact...sad one to admit...I eat chocolate every day. EVERY day. I don't need to have chocolate in a the shape of a heart to be happy.
5. I just spent money on the people I love at Christmas...which was...6 weeks ago. Do you really need something else from me?
6. Pressure. There is pressure if you are dating someone to have the best Valentines plan ever (similar to the pressure felt on New Years Eve) and if you aren't dating anyone, pressure to find someone to date or something to do, so it doesn't look like no one loves you.
7. Sweethearts. Like Preference is so many unnecessary ways. Who wants to go to dance anyways, let alone a dance where I have to get a dressed up, dance every song with the person that asked me and be charming and witty all night. Too hard. (Plus none of us have been asked, so maybe we are little bitter about it.)
8. Roses (Baby's breath included!), Stuffed Animals(that have Happy Valentines 2006 written on them), and boxes of chocolates with Elvis on them. Thanks, but no thanks. I am not interested in you spending an inflated about amount of money for any of this crap. Thanks though.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Title Optional
Good Morning everyone! Happy Monday! And a BIG hello from the Lethbridge Airport!
How is your week going, thus far?
I got a feeling (a feeling deep inside, oh yeah) that this is going to be a great week.
Let me just tell you, dearest fan club, that I am very sorry for Emo Denise, and she is done, over and not EVER going to show up on here anymore. No one wants to read sad, pouty, over dramatic stories from my life.
I am rededicating this blog to what it should really be about. useless facts, lighthearted stories and crazy links.
Thanks for all of your help. Thanks for letting me be...whatever, with more sympathy than I deserved. (I will miss all the free dinners!) Thanks for letting this happen. I'm not dead inside, a very comforting fact, as much as I hate to admit it.
Alright, alright...moving on.
I know it is so 1996, but I am still bothered by the Calvin's on the back of trucks, peeing on different car logos. Like Calvin peeing on a Ford sign or a Chevy sign. Really.
First of all, did we ask Calvin which he hates? No, I don't think we did.
And secondly, if he does really hate one of them, is he so angry about, Fords for example, that he wants to pee on them. Maybe peeing on things like that is liberating, but I find it more awkward.
Love you all more everyday!
How is your week going, thus far?
I got a feeling (a feeling deep inside, oh yeah) that this is going to be a great week.
Let me just tell you, dearest fan club, that I am very sorry for Emo Denise, and she is done, over and not EVER going to show up on here anymore. No one wants to read sad, pouty, over dramatic stories from my life.
I am rededicating this blog to what it should really be about. useless facts, lighthearted stories and crazy links.
Thanks for all of your help. Thanks for letting me be...whatever, with more sympathy than I deserved. (I will miss all the free dinners!) Thanks for letting this happen. I'm not dead inside, a very comforting fact, as much as I hate to admit it.
Alright, alright...moving on.
I know it is so 1996, but I am still bothered by the Calvin's on the back of trucks, peeing on different car logos. Like Calvin peeing on a Ford sign or a Chevy sign. Really.
First of all, did we ask Calvin which he hates? No, I don't think we did.
And secondly, if he does really hate one of them, is he so angry about, Fords for example, that he wants to pee on them. Maybe peeing on things like that is liberating, but I find it more awkward.
Love you all more everyday!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Two All Beef Patties, Special Sauce Lettuce Cheese, All On A Sesame Seed Bun!
Do you know how long Brooks has had a McDonald's? Guess.
17 years! Yup, 17. I think I am the only one, maybe short of the people that opened the store who knows when the anniversary is.
February 11, 1989. (Yah, so it was also the day that my little brother was born.)
That was the day I ate my first Big Mac! Can anyone else remember when they first ate one?
Happy Anniversary Brooks McDonald's...oh yah, and Happy Birthday Eric, too!
17 years! Yup, 17. I think I am the only one, maybe short of the people that opened the store who knows when the anniversary is.
February 11, 1989. (Yah, so it was also the day that my little brother was born.)
That was the day I ate my first Big Mac! Can anyone else remember when they first ate one?
Happy Anniversary Brooks McDonald's...oh yah, and Happy Birthday Eric, too!
Friday, February 10, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Gotta Take What You Can These Days
It was 41 years ago today, that The Beatles played on The Ed Sullivan Show.
Just a little bit of useless Beatle trivia for you.
Use it at your next cocktail party, you will look super smart and people will be blown away by your pop culture knowledge.
Okay, either that or they will just stare at you, and think, "What is up with this person? Were we even talking about the Beatles?" (But of course they won't be as savvy as you and will spell it Beetles in their head)
So? How are you doing today?
Uhmm..good, thanks for asking. (are you really thankful "they" are asking? Doesn't it just get annoying after awhile.)
Not much is going on today. The sun is shining. The world is happy. And Doreen got a new job. (Congrats!) Almost everything is right in the world.
Good luck to all the Olympians! Just remember that 'When Young Athletes Compete, There Are No Losers' or so the saying goes. If you lose, it is okay. Or if you win, that is okay too.
I am nuts. Sorry.
Just a little bit of useless Beatle trivia for you.
Use it at your next cocktail party, you will look super smart and people will be blown away by your pop culture knowledge.
Okay, either that or they will just stare at you, and think, "What is up with this person? Were we even talking about the Beatles?" (But of course they won't be as savvy as you and will spell it Beetles in their head)
So? How are you doing today?
Uhmm..good, thanks for asking. (are you really thankful "they" are asking? Doesn't it just get annoying after awhile.)
Not much is going on today. The sun is shining. The world is happy. And Doreen got a new job. (Congrats!) Almost everything is right in the world.
Good luck to all the Olympians! Just remember that 'When Young Athletes Compete, There Are No Losers' or so the saying goes. If you lose, it is okay. Or if you win, that is okay too.
I am nuts. Sorry.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Top Night! Top Night!
Thank goodness for friends that love me. Thank goodness for people that care.
Last night was Ladies Night. A time to just be with the girls. We ate a lot of junk food, and put in a movie. But we all fell asleep, only to wake up for our favourite part of Bridget Jones.
Thanks. Even though it was simple. It was just what we all needed. Just time to be together, alone. I love you all.
I don't want to pretend that everything is fine. It does still hurt. But everyday is getting better.
And know I'll always love you,
but right now I just don't like you
Last night was Ladies Night. A time to just be with the girls. We ate a lot of junk food, and put in a movie. But we all fell asleep, only to wake up for our favourite part of Bridget Jones.
Thanks. Even though it was simple. It was just what we all needed. Just time to be together, alone. I love you all.
I don't want to pretend that everything is fine. It does still hurt. But everyday is getting better.
And know I'll always love you,
but right now I just don't like you
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
You've Got To GetYourself Together, You Got Stuck In A Moment That You Can't Get Out Of
Here it is! Post #50! Can you believe it!?! Are you excited? What could it be about?
First of all:
A super big congrats to the Mont for becoming the new Minister of Citizenship and Immigration (very fitting coming from Brooks)
Secondly:
I don't need
I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more
Wow! Two quotes from U2. I must be crazy!
Lastly:
Hope your day is full of sunshine and happiness. Here is to 50 more posts!
First of all:
A super big congrats to the Mont for becoming the new Minister of Citizenship and Immigration (very fitting coming from Brooks)
Secondly:
I don't need
I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more
Wow! Two quotes from U2. I must be crazy!
Lastly:
Hope your day is full of sunshine and happiness. Here is to 50 more posts!
Monday, February 06, 2006
The Hardest Part About It, Is Trying To Hide It From You
Oh No! Please no! Not Emo Denise! What happened? Why?
Yup, here she is. Like it. Love it.
I'm sorry.
We're so scared of the silence and the language that we use
We're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to kid about it
I'm not bulletproof
Yup, here she is. Like it. Love it.
I'm sorry.
We're so scared of the silence and the language that we use
We're careful and we're cunning, but we're easily bruised
I don't want to kid about it
I'm not bulletproof
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Six More Weeks of Winter...I Highly Doubt it.
Happy Groundhog Day!
Welcome to one of my favourite "holidays", although we all know that only days you get off work or school can be classified as holidays.
Think about how smart that groundhog is to predict the weather! And think about how smart the people are to interpret whether or not the ground hog saw his shadow or not. I wish that me seeing my shadow or not could predict something....like who is going to win the Superbowl. I think I am going to try that. If I see my shadow, Seattle wins. If not, then Pittsburgh wins.
Seahawks or Steelers. Well, a seahawk sound like a really ugly scary bird. Like this bird would just go crazy and peck you to death. A Steeler doesn't really seem that intimidating. More like some punk kid that steals five cent candies from 7-11. (I know, I know, they are named after steel...the metal, and not the 7th Commandment.) But still, what is up with the Steelers logo? What is that even suppose to be? Get something a little more intimidating!
Welcome to one of my favourite "holidays", although we all know that only days you get off work or school can be classified as holidays.
Think about how smart that groundhog is to predict the weather! And think about how smart the people are to interpret whether or not the ground hog saw his shadow or not. I wish that me seeing my shadow or not could predict something....like who is going to win the Superbowl. I think I am going to try that. If I see my shadow, Seattle wins. If not, then Pittsburgh wins.
Seahawks or Steelers. Well, a seahawk sound like a really ugly scary bird. Like this bird would just go crazy and peck you to death. A Steeler doesn't really seem that intimidating. More like some punk kid that steals five cent candies from 7-11. (I know, I know, they are named after steel...the metal, and not the 7th Commandment.) But still, what is up with the Steelers logo? What is that even suppose to be? Get something a little more intimidating!
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