Killer Queen—Barenaked
Sigh. Feeling down today.
I'd rather be Freddie Mercury. I don't mean dead, I mean wearing a flamboyant outfit and being the centre of attention.
I really should be doing something better and more interesting with my life. Like starting my own business or moving to Newfoundland. Something!
What's Playing In My Head: "I wake up scared, I wake up strange, I wake up wondering of anything in my life is ever going to change, I wake up scared, I wake up strange and everything around me stays the same...."
What's Playing in My Head Now: "I can get a job I can pay the phone bill I can cut my hair, cut the lawn cut out my cholesterol, I can work overtime I can work in a mine I can do it all for you...but I don't want to."
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Monday, July 14, 2003
Oooooo....you're as cold as ice...
We interviewed the prospective babysitter on Saturday. Ice Prince took to her immediately, tried to share all his toys, hugged her and sobbed when she left. She has a tongue piercing, spiky red hair and is very polite. I like her immensely. Now I have to phone her references. I hate that part.
As for me ignoring the Blambman in Yorkville, you can now see where my name Ice Queen came from. People think I’m ignoring them, whereas I’m really just deep deep in thought. No, really! Mr. Crabby phoned once during dinner and I was very mean to him because I thought he was a telemarketer. Well, he did start off saying “Hello. How are you this evening?” and then proceeded to tell me about a wonderful opportunity. What was I to think? Have you ever been iced by the Ice Queen? My Mat Leave replacement said she was scared to death of me when she started. I turned to another colleague (Beco) and said “You were never scared of me, were you?” Silence.
We interviewed the prospective babysitter on Saturday. Ice Prince took to her immediately, tried to share all his toys, hugged her and sobbed when she left. She has a tongue piercing, spiky red hair and is very polite. I like her immensely. Now I have to phone her references. I hate that part.
As for me ignoring the Blambman in Yorkville, you can now see where my name Ice Queen came from. People think I’m ignoring them, whereas I’m really just deep deep in thought. No, really! Mr. Crabby phoned once during dinner and I was very mean to him because I thought he was a telemarketer. Well, he did start off saying “Hello. How are you this evening?” and then proceeded to tell me about a wonderful opportunity. What was I to think? Have you ever been iced by the Ice Queen? My Mat Leave replacement said she was scared to death of me when she started. I turned to another colleague (Beco) and said “You were never scared of me, were you?” Silence.
Friday, July 11, 2003
My Perfect Day
8:00 am. Ice Prince wakes up. Fresh gets up with him
9:00 am The smell of coffee wakes me up. I go downstairs. Ice Prince hugs me and goes off to play with Lego, chattering away.
9:30 am Fresh makes me a hard boiled egg on a toasted poppyseed bagel
10:00 am Go get dressed. Skirt’s a bit big. Fresh says, “Why don’t you go shopping? I’ll watch Ice Prince.”
10:30 am Shopping. Everything’s 75% off and there are no crowds or eager salespeople.
12:00 pm Dim Sum with Crabby and Sister. Table by the kitchen door. Buy kimono.
1:30 pm Home. Lie in grass with Ice Prince and look at airplanes going by. Sniff flowers. We fall asleep together, with his chubby little arm draped over me.
3:30 pm Wake up. Feed Ice Prince a Popsicle. Play music. Dance. Pet the cats. Clip flowers for vases.
4:30pm My parents arrive, take Ice Prince to the playground.
6:00 pm Feed Ice Prince supper. He eats his vegetables.
6:30 pm My mom gives Ice Prince a bath. I get dressed. My hair has grown four inches.
7:00 pm We put Ice Prince to bed.
7:30 pm Taxi arrives. I wear heels and they don’t pinch my feet at all. Fresh and I go out for dinner to celebrate his fabulous new job and my promotion, then live jazz (maybe Whitney Smith's band), then stay overnight downtown at a hotel.
The rest is censored. Sorry.
8:00 am. Ice Prince wakes up. Fresh gets up with him
9:00 am The smell of coffee wakes me up. I go downstairs. Ice Prince hugs me and goes off to play with Lego, chattering away.
9:30 am Fresh makes me a hard boiled egg on a toasted poppyseed bagel
10:00 am Go get dressed. Skirt’s a bit big. Fresh says, “Why don’t you go shopping? I’ll watch Ice Prince.”
10:30 am Shopping. Everything’s 75% off and there are no crowds or eager salespeople.
12:00 pm Dim Sum with Crabby and Sister. Table by the kitchen door. Buy kimono.
1:30 pm Home. Lie in grass with Ice Prince and look at airplanes going by. Sniff flowers. We fall asleep together, with his chubby little arm draped over me.
3:30 pm Wake up. Feed Ice Prince a Popsicle. Play music. Dance. Pet the cats. Clip flowers for vases.
4:30pm My parents arrive, take Ice Prince to the playground.
6:00 pm Feed Ice Prince supper. He eats his vegetables.
6:30 pm My mom gives Ice Prince a bath. I get dressed. My hair has grown four inches.
7:00 pm We put Ice Prince to bed.
7:30 pm Taxi arrives. I wear heels and they don’t pinch my feet at all. Fresh and I go out for dinner to celebrate his fabulous new job and my promotion, then live jazz (maybe Whitney Smith's band), then stay overnight downtown at a hotel.
The rest is censored. Sorry.
What Am I, Dionne Warwick?
So we’re posting a bio of our exec on our intranet. It’ll list stuff like background, education, favourite food and perfect day. And I’m supposed to write it BEFORE I talk to him.
Am I supposed to make up his favourite food? The only thing I know he likes is single malt scotch. Best not list that as his favourite food.
What would your perfect day be?
So we’re posting a bio of our exec on our intranet. It’ll list stuff like background, education, favourite food and perfect day. And I’m supposed to write it BEFORE I talk to him.
Am I supposed to make up his favourite food? The only thing I know he likes is single malt scotch. Best not list that as his favourite food.
What would your perfect day be?
High School Confidential
In the news today: On Chip’s page, in the comments section, we seem to have inadvertently incited PixiStix into asking for a proposal. Such fun! I can’t wait for her blog.
This morning I was thinking about a colleague from high school who was grossly overweight, nerdy and had bad people skills. I recently found out that he’s married with two kids. Amazing. I can’t imagine him courting anyone never mind, errr, making the beast with two backs.
On the other hand, I learned that one of the most popular girls (tiny, blonde, you know the type) has never been married and is living with her loser boyfriend.
I didn’t fit in at high school, but I adored university. I remember phoning my parents from York: “It’s great! It’s full of people just like me!”
Wouldn’t it be great to go into high schools and tell kids “Don’t worry. None of this will matter in ten years. The nerds will rule, the popular kids will turn into trailer trash. Your skin will clear up. You will grow into your teeth.”
Hey, can you imagine high school courses for real life?
Home Ec becomes “How to cook Thanksgiving dinner for your Irritable Bowl Syndrome mother –in-law, your vegan sister, your meat and potatoes dad and your kid who will only eat broccoli.”
Auto Shop becomes “How Not to Get Ripped Off By the Garage”
Math becomes “How to make it to payday through creative financing”
English becomes “How to write a resume or e-mail without typos”
Geography becomes “Don’t bother. They change the names of the countries every six months now anyway.”
History becomes “How to google prospective dates”
I’m outta ammo. Your turn.
What's Playing in My Head: Centerfold by J. Geils
In the news today: On Chip’s page, in the comments section, we seem to have inadvertently incited PixiStix into asking for a proposal. Such fun! I can’t wait for her blog.
This morning I was thinking about a colleague from high school who was grossly overweight, nerdy and had bad people skills. I recently found out that he’s married with two kids. Amazing. I can’t imagine him courting anyone never mind, errr, making the beast with two backs.
On the other hand, I learned that one of the most popular girls (tiny, blonde, you know the type) has never been married and is living with her loser boyfriend.
I didn’t fit in at high school, but I adored university. I remember phoning my parents from York: “It’s great! It’s full of people just like me!”
Wouldn’t it be great to go into high schools and tell kids “Don’t worry. None of this will matter in ten years. The nerds will rule, the popular kids will turn into trailer trash. Your skin will clear up. You will grow into your teeth.”
Hey, can you imagine high school courses for real life?
Home Ec becomes “How to cook Thanksgiving dinner for your Irritable Bowl Syndrome mother –in-law, your vegan sister, your meat and potatoes dad and your kid who will only eat broccoli.”
Auto Shop becomes “How Not to Get Ripped Off By the Garage”
Math becomes “How to make it to payday through creative financing”
English becomes “How to write a resume or e-mail without typos”
Geography becomes “Don’t bother. They change the names of the countries every six months now anyway.”
History becomes “How to google prospective dates”
I’m outta ammo. Your turn.
What's Playing in My Head: Centerfold by J. Geils
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Live CNN feed from the Don Valley — 09:00 EST
A heath near Broadview and Gerrard.
[Thunder. Fog. Enter the three Witches]
First Witch Where hast thou been, sister?
Second Witch The usual. Writing copy.
Third Witch Sister, where thou?
First Witch I used to read a blog, but then it stopped,
'Blog more,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cried.
So I unlinked him ere a while
And to relink he did beguile.
What counsel you?
Second Witch Oh, relink him.
First Witch Thou'rt kind.
Third Witch Can’t hurt.
First Witch I myself agree
Weary se'nnights one times five
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his blog cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.
Second Witch Show me, show me.
First Witch Here I have the html code.
[Drum within]
Third Witch A drum, a drum!
Chip doth come.
ALL The weird sisters, left to right,
Drinkers of both red and white,
Thus do go about, about:
Once to thine and once to mine
And thrice again, to make up five.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
A BIG POOF OF DRY ICE VAPOUR. THE LINK MAGICALLY REAPPEARS.
A heath near Broadview and Gerrard.
[Thunder. Fog. Enter the three Witches]
First Witch Where hast thou been, sister?
Second Witch The usual. Writing copy.
Third Witch Sister, where thou?
First Witch I used to read a blog, but then it stopped,
'Blog more,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cried.
So I unlinked him ere a while
And to relink he did beguile.
What counsel you?
Second Witch Oh, relink him.
First Witch Thou'rt kind.
Third Witch Can’t hurt.
First Witch I myself agree
Weary se'nnights one times five
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his blog cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.
Second Witch Show me, show me.
First Witch Here I have the html code.
[Drum within]
Third Witch A drum, a drum!
Chip doth come.
ALL The weird sisters, left to right,
Drinkers of both red and white,
Thus do go about, about:
Once to thine and once to mine
And thrice again, to make up five.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
A BIG POOF OF DRY ICE VAPOUR. THE LINK MAGICALLY REAPPEARS.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
The Ice Queen of Pop?
Once you’ve had a baby, exercise will only do so much to get your stomach back in shape.
But I have found The Solution.
And I’m not sure I’m kidding. What’s the worst that could happen? No, really! Will my bum fall off?
Once you’ve had a baby, exercise will only do so much to get your stomach back in shape.
But I have found The Solution.
And I’m not sure I’m kidding. What’s the worst that could happen? No, really! Will my bum fall off?
I'm a bit moist, but laid back. Pass my cocomochacchino and watch out for those tulips!
I'm British Columbia. I'm hip and happenin'
but also a nice person who isn't a snob. Career
is important to me but it isn't my whole
life. People assume that my life is perfect
and that I have it all, like I was born
with a silver spoon in my mouth. But it's not
true; I do have my own set of troubles just
like everybody else.
What Canadian Province Are You?
Go find out!
Courtesy of Sister Staceypatrick.
I'm British Columbia. I'm hip and happenin'
but also a nice person who isn't a snob. Career
is important to me but it isn't my whole
life. People assume that my life is perfect
and that I have it all, like I was born
with a silver spoon in my mouth. But it's not
true; I do have my own set of troubles just
like everybody else.
What Canadian Province Are You?
Go find out!
Courtesy of Sister Staceypatrick.
Honey, I think you were a little hard on The Beaver yesterday....
I’m just heading into a meeting, so no long post, but I was thinking about Sister’s comment that the 80s fashion suited her perfectly. What era fashion would suit you perfectly? I’m thinking 50s, because I would so vacuum with pearls on.
I’m just heading into a meeting, so no long post, but I was thinking about Sister’s comment that the 80s fashion suited her perfectly. What era fashion would suit you perfectly? I’m thinking 50s, because I would so vacuum with pearls on.
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
You may have noticed that the comments counter is wonky. Wonky is a technical communications term for not working properly. Please continue to comment nevertheless.
I have now exercised seven days in a row. Boomer owes me a fancy coffee (non fat, natch.)
And I can't get the image of Sister in full 80s garb out of my head.
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 4 1/2 posts out of 5. Four days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. Pixi, on the other hand, sounds very interesting. I liked her post. I think she needs her own blog.
I have now exercised seven days in a row. Boomer owes me a fancy coffee (non fat, natch.)
And I can't get the image of Sister in full 80s garb out of my head.
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 4 1/2 posts out of 5. Four days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. Pixi, on the other hand, sounds very interesting. I liked her post. I think she needs her own blog.
Of children..or the lack thereof
1. The Good Doctor Hibbert has given me an appointment to arrange to get my tubes tied. Hurrah! He suggested an alternative – Depo-Provera injections, but told me that it would cause me to gain ten pounds. To hell with that!
2. I have a lead on what looks to be a great babysitter. She volunteers at daycare centres, she works at the St. Jamestown Youth centre for the summer, and she starts her Early Childhood Education diploma in the fall. But will the Ice Prince like her? We meet her this weekend. Cross whatever appendages you feel are appropriate.
3. Ice Prince is going bowling tomorrow with his class. Yep. They’re even renting bowling shoes. Can you imagine 20 two and three years old running around a bowling alley? These people really don’t get paid enough.
90s nostalgia
Chip mentioned that his (long suffering) girlfriend Pixi-Stix likes 80s music. Which got me thinking…when will people start getting nostalgic about the 90s? What do you miss about the 90s? I miss:
My metabolism
T-shirts under sundresses
Body suits
Red Dog beer advertising
My car
Psychokitty being a kitten
Travelling
Spice Girl Bubble Gum that came with Tattoos
Other than that...my mind’s a blank. I don’t miss Kurt Cobain – I prefer Foo Fighters anyway. I liked early Oasis. I don’t miss the grunge fashion.
Ice Queen's Movie Pick: Forgotten Classic: Last Night with Don McKellar, Callum Keith Rennie and lots of other Canadian "stars". Weird and wonderful. I love Callum's kitchen decor.
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 3 1/2 posts out of 5. Four days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. I agree with Crabby that posts about reinstating his link don't really count. Some may say I'm mean, but I'm the Queen, and it's good to be Queen.
1. The Good Doctor Hibbert has given me an appointment to arrange to get my tubes tied. Hurrah! He suggested an alternative – Depo-Provera injections, but told me that it would cause me to gain ten pounds. To hell with that!
2. I have a lead on what looks to be a great babysitter. She volunteers at daycare centres, she works at the St. Jamestown Youth centre for the summer, and she starts her Early Childhood Education diploma in the fall. But will the Ice Prince like her? We meet her this weekend. Cross whatever appendages you feel are appropriate.
3. Ice Prince is going bowling tomorrow with his class. Yep. They’re even renting bowling shoes. Can you imagine 20 two and three years old running around a bowling alley? These people really don’t get paid enough.
90s nostalgia
Chip mentioned that his (long suffering) girlfriend Pixi-Stix likes 80s music. Which got me thinking…when will people start getting nostalgic about the 90s? What do you miss about the 90s? I miss:
My metabolism
T-shirts under sundresses
Body suits
Red Dog beer advertising
My car
Psychokitty being a kitten
Travelling
Spice Girl Bubble Gum that came with Tattoos
Other than that...my mind’s a blank. I don’t miss Kurt Cobain – I prefer Foo Fighters anyway. I liked early Oasis. I don’t miss the grunge fashion.
Ice Queen's Movie Pick: Forgotten Classic: Last Night with Don McKellar, Callum Keith Rennie and lots of other Canadian "stars". Weird and wonderful. I love Callum's kitchen decor.
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 3 1/2 posts out of 5. Four days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. I agree with Crabby that posts about reinstating his link don't really count. Some may say I'm mean, but I'm the Queen, and it's good to be Queen.
Monday, July 07, 2003
I Am Not a Bimbo!
Saw Punch Drunk Love last night and was terribly disappointed. I felt the movie had a lot of potential and that Sandler did an excellent job in it, but the sub plot about the goons was weird and scary and added little to the plot. Anyone seen Mr. Deeds? I haven’t heard much about it.
Finished John Stackhouse’s Timbit Nation and was also disappointed (for foreign readers – this book is by a national newspaper reporter who hitchhiked across Canada. Non Fiction). I thought the political opinions were dull and the people he met weren’t weird enough. But it’s non-fiction, so you can only work with what you get.
Idea! Make Timbit Nation into a movie staring Rick Mercer as the hitchhiker. The characters he meets include people played by Adam Sandler, Christopher Walken, Steve Buscemi, John Tuturro, Chris Issak, Johnny Depp, James Woods, Kevin Spacey, Mary Walsh, Drew Barrymore, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Don McKellar, Colin Mochrie…
Speaking of Johnny Depp – Pirates of the Caribbean! Yummy!
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 3 posts out of 5. Five days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. Too much politics.
I’ve noticed that my blogs are rarely political. And I don’t generally like political blogs. Am I a bimbo? I'm really quite smart (S-M-R-T!), but for some reason, I just don't tend to give a damn. So I'm not a bimbo, I'm just jaded. The only political thing I gave a damn about recently is pesticides on lawns. Who needs 'em? Sure if you've got an infestation of cinch bugs, but not to get rid of a couple of dandelions. There. Rant over.
Saw Punch Drunk Love last night and was terribly disappointed. I felt the movie had a lot of potential and that Sandler did an excellent job in it, but the sub plot about the goons was weird and scary and added little to the plot. Anyone seen Mr. Deeds? I haven’t heard much about it.
Finished John Stackhouse’s Timbit Nation and was also disappointed (for foreign readers – this book is by a national newspaper reporter who hitchhiked across Canada. Non Fiction). I thought the political opinions were dull and the people he met weren’t weird enough. But it’s non-fiction, so you can only work with what you get.
Idea! Make Timbit Nation into a movie staring Rick Mercer as the hitchhiker. The characters he meets include people played by Adam Sandler, Christopher Walken, Steve Buscemi, John Tuturro, Chris Issak, Johnny Depp, James Woods, Kevin Spacey, Mary Walsh, Drew Barrymore, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Don McKellar, Colin Mochrie…
Speaking of Johnny Depp – Pirates of the Caribbean! Yummy!
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 3 posts out of 5. Five days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. Too much politics.
I’ve noticed that my blogs are rarely political. And I don’t generally like political blogs. Am I a bimbo? I'm really quite smart (S-M-R-T!), but for some reason, I just don't tend to give a damn. So I'm not a bimbo, I'm just jaded. The only political thing I gave a damn about recently is pesticides on lawns. Who needs 'em? Sure if you've got an infestation of cinch bugs, but not to get rid of a couple of dandelions. There. Rant over.
Friday, July 04, 2003
Kiss My Shui Mai
So in Newfoundland you have to drink screech and kiss a cod to become a true Newfoundlander®.
I think there should be a similar indoctrination for Torontonians. But what?
Drink a triple shot non-fat decaf mocha frapuccino and kiss Enza Supermodel?
Drink a Kiwi Bubble Tea and kiss a plaster moose?
Drink a 1989 Chateau Lafite Rothschild and kiss your wallet goodbye?
Drink a cup of Lake Ontario water and kiss your innards goodbye?
Drink an organic fair trade coffee and kiss Olivia Chow?
Drink a Chai and french kiss Kyle Rae?
What do you think? Those of you in other locales unfamiliar with “The Big Smoke” can tell us indoctrination ceremonies for where you live.
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 1 out of 5. Seven days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. Obvious material and conspiracy theories.
So in Newfoundland you have to drink screech and kiss a cod to become a true Newfoundlander®.
I think there should be a similar indoctrination for Torontonians. But what?
Drink a triple shot non-fat decaf mocha frapuccino and kiss Enza Supermodel?
Drink a Kiwi Bubble Tea and kiss a plaster moose?
Drink a 1989 Chateau Lafite Rothschild and kiss your wallet goodbye?
Drink a cup of Lake Ontario water and kiss your innards goodbye?
Drink an organic fair trade coffee and kiss Olivia Chow?
Drink a Chai and french kiss Kyle Rae?
What do you think? Those of you in other locales unfamiliar with “The Big Smoke” can tell us indoctrination ceremonies for where you live.
Chip’s Running Blog Score: 1 out of 5. Seven days left to restore his link. Quality rating: Medium. Obvious material and conspiracy theories.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
Probation
So Chip wants back on the links. I took him off because his posting was sporadic at best.
So I'm willing to put him back on if I see 5 quality posts by July 11th.
Now for a tag line. I had thought: Chip Tijuana: Betcha Can't Eat Just One!
But that's just rude.
Chip Tijuana: Run for the Border! That's better.
So Chip wants back on the links. I took him off because his posting was sporadic at best.
So I'm willing to put him back on if I see 5 quality posts by July 11th.
Now for a tag line. I had thought: Chip Tijuana: Betcha Can't Eat Just One!
But that's just rude.
Chip Tijuana: Run for the Border! That's better.
Band on the Run
If you had a band, what would you name it?
My band post-university was Nato and the Warsaw Pact. Okay, that was just our name to put on Karaoke slips when they started recognizing our names.
My band now would be called Thundershorts.
If I had a tribute band, it would be for Queen and I’d probably call it Fat Bottomed Girls.
Or, I could do a Phil Collins Tribute and call it Sue Sue Sue-dio.
Little Known Fact: In high school, I wanted to be an opera singer. Then I decided I wanted to do musical comedy. I wanted to be on Broadway! Now I watch children’s shows done as stage shows (on video) and think it would be kind of fun to be one of the back up singers and dancers. As for the boredom factor, I’ve already seen each of those videos hundreds of times and they’re still bearable.
There are two men and two women in one. I thought “I wonder if they date? I mean, what if they have tumultuous relationships and then have to hold hands and sing to a neon green lemur every night?” I think it’s a great idea for a novel.
And am I the only one who still gets misty about the St. Elmo’s Fire theme?
If you had a band, what would you name it?
My band post-university was Nato and the Warsaw Pact. Okay, that was just our name to put on Karaoke slips when they started recognizing our names.
My band now would be called Thundershorts.
If I had a tribute band, it would be for Queen and I’d probably call it Fat Bottomed Girls.
Or, I could do a Phil Collins Tribute and call it Sue Sue Sue-dio.
Little Known Fact: In high school, I wanted to be an opera singer. Then I decided I wanted to do musical comedy. I wanted to be on Broadway! Now I watch children’s shows done as stage shows (on video) and think it would be kind of fun to be one of the back up singers and dancers. As for the boredom factor, I’ve already seen each of those videos hundreds of times and they’re still bearable.
There are two men and two women in one. I thought “I wonder if they date? I mean, what if they have tumultuous relationships and then have to hold hands and sing to a neon green lemur every night?” I think it’s a great idea for a novel.
And am I the only one who still gets misty about the St. Elmo’s Fire theme?
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Enough About You, Let's Talk About Me
It seems that many bloggers have a list called 100 things about me. SAMPLE
I’m lazy. Tell you what, I’ll come up with twenty things if you guys each cough up at least ten.
1. I’m lazy. No, not lazy as such. I have a very short attention span.
2. I adore cooking and decorating my home.
3. If I had any more children, they’d be named Ian or Olivia, but it ain’t gonna happen.
4. I love clothes, hats, jewelry, shoes….
5. I have a hair-dying habit I’m trying to kick.
6. I took two weeks of a Master’s degree in Library Science.
7. I took two years of a Bachelor’s degree in Theatre.
8. I have a Honours B.A. with a Major in Creative Writing (Poetry and Fiction)
9. My parents thought I was going to be a boy and planned on naming me Alexander.
10. I can curl my tongue like a taco shell (not everyone can, you know)
11. I can’t juggle. I was once in a class of 50 people and everyone learned how but me. I can teach it, though.
12. My favourite cereal is Shreddies.
13. My favourite saying is either “Oh, man!” or “Fine, be that way.”
14. I helped build a race car in high school with my Dad. (I did the rivets on the body)
15. I was supposed to drive the race car, but then Mom found out.
16. My first car cost $250.
17. I do not suffer fools gladly.
18. I can read French and write some. I can get the gist of Spanish.
19. Mom used to make me wiener sandwiches in grade school. Tasted like baloney.
20. On my 5th birthday, I announced to all of my little guests that I was wearing my birthday suit.
But hey, I've got work to do. Your turn.
It seems that many bloggers have a list called 100 things about me. SAMPLE
I’m lazy. Tell you what, I’ll come up with twenty things if you guys each cough up at least ten.
1. I’m lazy. No, not lazy as such. I have a very short attention span.
2. I adore cooking and decorating my home.
3. If I had any more children, they’d be named Ian or Olivia, but it ain’t gonna happen.
4. I love clothes, hats, jewelry, shoes….
5. I have a hair-dying habit I’m trying to kick.
6. I took two weeks of a Master’s degree in Library Science.
7. I took two years of a Bachelor’s degree in Theatre.
8. I have a Honours B.A. with a Major in Creative Writing (Poetry and Fiction)
9. My parents thought I was going to be a boy and planned on naming me Alexander.
10. I can curl my tongue like a taco shell (not everyone can, you know)
11. I can’t juggle. I was once in a class of 50 people and everyone learned how but me. I can teach it, though.
12. My favourite cereal is Shreddies.
13. My favourite saying is either “Oh, man!” or “Fine, be that way.”
14. I helped build a race car in high school with my Dad. (I did the rivets on the body)
15. I was supposed to drive the race car, but then Mom found out.
16. My first car cost $250.
17. I do not suffer fools gladly.
18. I can read French and write some. I can get the gist of Spanish.
19. Mom used to make me wiener sandwiches in grade school. Tasted like baloney.
20. On my 5th birthday, I announced to all of my little guests that I was wearing my birthday suit.
But hey, I've got work to do. Your turn.
Things I Learned On My Summer Vacation
10. Ten days with a toddler is NOT a vacation.
9. Walking on the beach barefoot eliminates the need for foot scrub part of a pedicure. Baby soft!
8. A diaper expands to 33% of the actual weight of the toddler wearing it when submerged in water.
7. If you get your hubby to watch your toddler for a few hours, it will be on the day that all the stores in town are closed.
6. I have a ponytail!
5. Grocery stores in cottage country do not carry light whipping cream or light Havarti. They do carry an amazing array of bug repellant.
4. Flies bite.
3. Things hung on a laundry line in cottage country will never really dry.
2. A 400 lb man CAN drive a tiny Kawasaki, even though it looks like something out of Barnum & Bailey.
1. I want a car.
What’s Playing in my Head: “Back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now…..”
10. Ten days with a toddler is NOT a vacation.
9. Walking on the beach barefoot eliminates the need for foot scrub part of a pedicure. Baby soft!
8. A diaper expands to 33% of the actual weight of the toddler wearing it when submerged in water.
7. If you get your hubby to watch your toddler for a few hours, it will be on the day that all the stores in town are closed.
6. I have a ponytail!
5. Grocery stores in cottage country do not carry light whipping cream or light Havarti. They do carry an amazing array of bug repellant.
4. Flies bite.
3. Things hung on a laundry line in cottage country will never really dry.
2. A 400 lb man CAN drive a tiny Kawasaki, even though it looks like something out of Barnum & Bailey.
1. I want a car.
What’s Playing in my Head: “Back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now…..”
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