This is for Kevin who wants to know why. I am not a big movie watcher, I am a much more avid reader much to Stefan's everlasting disappointment. Either that or we're never in the same mood to watch the same things. It is the one thing that we will really fight about.
OK - so I have to talk a little more about this only because this is seems to be a big topic for everyone. It is the entry that I have gotten the most emails about. Some people were shocked that I would talk so blatantly about it and some people were happy that I brought it to light.
Another year, another Oscar presentation. Chris Rock totally rocks. He was funny, irreverant and no one was left out in his quick witted barbs for the opening scene.
This is a piece of advice to you ladies, and gents dating gents out there. (And I know you're probably thinking that I'm too young/unqualified/untried to be dispensing advice, but believe me, this advice is really just common sense.) When you are dating a guy and you are thinking in terms of a long term commitment, just be sure that you like at least 75% of his character/traits/habits, because you are NEVER, I repeat, NEVER, EVER, EVER going to change him.
I just want everyone to know that I am fully cognisant of the fact that the words that I use in the "Little Bitty Girl Lexicon" are most likely words that I might have picked up from conversations overheard, or books read but I'd like to think that there is an infinite possibility that one out of my hundred of words, may be uniquely mine alone.
dingle - meaning to call someone
usage - "Give me a dingle when you're out of your meeting"
diddle - meaning to tarry or dwaddle (another great word!)
usage - "Don't diddle! We're going to miss that show"
I have to warn everyone RIGHT NOW that this is a going to be a long, convulated example of me having verbal diarrhea and if you're not interested, then just don't read this.
So, in a fit of insanity I went to the gym today at 6:30 am. It all has to do with a promise that I made to myself about how my chic-chic poo poo gym costs me so much money and I have to go to the gym at least three times a week to make it worth my money. But with me travelling so much, I felt like I needed to make up for lost time or whatever.
Stefan really is the funniest guy in the world (or it may be I am just really biased). Anyways, we both have sleeping masks — no we're not divas, but we are definitely not in sync when it comes to our sleeping schedules. We're both voracious readers and tend to read a lot in bed, unfortunately never at the same time.
Actually, I have a whole bunch of super fast meals since I can't really abide eating takeout and I need to make everything from scratch. But this is one of my favourite easy meals to make and I love it because there is barely any cooking involved yet it is still so flavourful! Also because I just made it up out of boredom and trying to make a meal with what I had in the fridge. So I am going to share my recipe...
Ok, so poor Paris Hilton's blackberry or whatever got hacked and all of its contents got posted online. Yes, it sucks that her celebrity friends' phone numbers are all exposed but really, did the girl need to save nude pictures of herself on the damn thing? So once again, the world is exposed to her boobs? Any potential boyfriend must be so weary of seeing those things posted everywhere.
So I have these weird allergies that no one can diagnose. I only started the sneezing after I came home from my month long trip to Australia and Asia two and a half years ago, and I HAVE NEVER STOPPED! For real — never.
I sneeze EVERY SINGLE DAY! And no one can figure out why. I sneeze so much that I am sure that I have single handedly increased the value of the stock of Kleenex! Which, by the way, I highly recommend that you spend a little money and buy the triple ply, double moisturizer ones, they are SO good.
UGH! I am so annoyed but some "Texas Strip Poker" site has some robot posting spam comments on this site! It's really, really pissing me off!
I have this obsession with 7 Eleven slurpees. I just cannot walk by a 7 Eleven without getting one! So today, after my early morning Spin Class (my ass and thighs hurt so much that I am convinced I shan't be able to walk for the rest of the weekend!), I went to the library to return my overdue books.
ga-rumpy pronounced gah-RUMP-y
meaning grumpy beyond all forms of grumpiness
I was just discussing with a friend about periods and the first time; and it brought back memories of my very own experience. Stefan is a little wary of me talking about personal stuff, but I talked about poop for Pete's sake! Surely, I can talk about anything now. Besides, it's not as if I am going to divulge any gory details.
So according to CNN, LeTourneau, the teacher who was accused and convicted of statutory rape of her former student is finally marrying him. I am not sure what to say of the whole thing. I mean, what she did was wrong and she has paid her debt to society and, here they are, after all these years, together. And so I think to myself, who am I to judge and yet, a part of me still feels that the whole thing is so wrong.
It is so good to be back in my own home. It may be rainy, cold and grey outside but inside, it's warm and cozy and CLEAN! The apartment is freshly cleaned, Stef bought me tulips (LOVE TULIPS!)and Mindy let me hold her for at least five minutes without complaining. All is right in the world, and the best thing is our new wardrobe!
Last night, I watched You've Got Mail for the one hundredth time! No, I am sure that I haven't watched it that many times, but it sure feels like it. It's the type of movie (for me anyways) that you can watch it over and over again and you can never get sick of it.
So Stefan and I finally decided to bite the bullet last week and invest in a mega wardrobe for our space. We were tired of everything being out in the open, as we already live in an "open concept" loft apartment. And with having things on rolling racks and clothes stacked on the dressers, albeit all neatly done, it still ends up looking like a mess.
doyo - pronounced dough-yo
meaning dumb ass
So, as you all know I am in Vancouver this week. I've been thinking a lot about road trips and how people who work in industries that require it, are quite the special breed. And I am by no means saying that we are superior or special in any way, just that it definitely takes a certain personality to not go mad during these times. But that is not what this entry is about.
Who has an argument, then tosses their newborn baby out of the car with plastic wrapped around its head?
You know, I really, really love Banana Republic's costume jewelry and I think they do a magnificent job with the styling of their pieces. I love how they have that vintage feel with a modern twist and how everything I have bought always turns out to be a conversation piece. And I do realize that the pieces are inexpensive but for once, I would like one of their stupid rings to last longer than 4 months. Another one just bit the dust, the-lousy-piece-of-cheap-paste-not-worth-all-the-aggravation-crap!
My friend Maggie once told me this theory about how every one has an inner serpent that we have to try to repress or else we would never get good karma. When Stefan asked her what an inner serpent did, she said "You know... saying and thinking bad thoughts about other people."
And then Stef replied "Oh, Karen doesn't have to worry about repressing her inner serpent. Her serpent is already out in the world biting everyone's asses."
What I said about Charles and Camilla was mean, I know, but I can't help it. I was born in the Chinese Year of the Snake so I have a double snake to take care of!
I have never been a big fan of the current British Royal family. I simply don't think that they make a significant contribution to their society and I definitely do not think that they should be living off the backs of their people as they have for all these years.
I have issues about going away for long periods of time because Stef, like every other dad, takes child rearing with a totally different approach (usually lackadaisal) — which in my mind, is obviously the wrong approach.
Anyways, Mindy is on her diet and she needs to eat it mixed with some other good, organic, human grade cat food. However, she cannot just eat the other food as it gives her diarrhea which distresses her because she is a very neat cat and cannot bear being dirty. And when she gets diarrhea, she gets horrible poo bum that she cannot clean because she's too fat and Stef won't wipe it clean for her. Then she ends up getting even worse poo bum that usually requires one of us, pinning her down and cutting off the excess dry poo and leaving her feeling even more unhappy about the whole debacle.
So before I left, she was running out of diet food and I kept on reminding Stef but Stef kept on procrastinating. He called me this morning to say she has diarrhea. GRRR! Men!
The sign of the Rooster indicates a person who is hard-working and definite about their decisions. Roosters are not afraid to speak their minds and can therefore sometimes come across as boastful. They make good restaurant owners and world travellers
Just when I think that I have lost all faith in food, Saveur magazine comes to save the day. It's the Special Issue of favourites.... What I like about Saveur is yes, they do feature snotty things that makes you think sometimes, who really cares? and then they also feature really down to earth people and foods.
I am in Van City for the week. Can someone tell me why they say it rains here all the time because it really has never rained once when I am here. And I am here quite a lot. I always think I would like to live here but then I would miss my friends and the little life I have made for myself in Toronto. But if you ever offered me to live in some small farm in France or Italy or any of the sunnier nations in Europe, I would be there in a flash!
So I am watching the morning show or whatever it's called, the one with Katie Couric, and they did this secret camera test where they sent a cute assistant producer out with a secret cam to see whether she could pick up married men. And she picked up a whole bunch of them! Guys, if you're gonna cheat every time you go away on a business trip, then just don't freakin' get married! Is that so hard?
This is going to be more of a picture entry as I have been working all weekend and, frankly, my brain is too slow to type anything other than the most mundane of words. But I really wanted to say that the weekend started off fabulously due to the bowling party held to celebrate three friends' birthdays.
It's true, people; you don't need to go to the hippest club in town. All you need is lots of good people, beer, and bowling balls. I have also come to realize that I am not as coordinated as I thought I was, and I never could master the whole "follow through" idea. Ah well. At least I had a good time!
I don't believe it. I think my bathroom scale is broken. We had to load up fatty onto the scale for her monthly weigh in (it's too cold to drag her to the vet) and guess what? SHE LOST WEIGHT! A WHOLE ONE AND A HALF POUNDS! I mean for a cat that's like 15 human pounds, right? But she still looks so fat! However, she is now sixteen and a half pounds, as opposed to the twenty when we first inherited her. Woo hoo! Eight more pounds to go and she will eventually look like a normal cat.
I love the movie, Blue Crush - it's on City TV right now. It gives me fantasies of wanting to learn how to surf. And sometimes I think I can because I'm pretty coordinated. But then I think to myself, I can just barely snowboard and snow doesn't move, right? And then again my biggest nightmare is drowning. So, that also is not so condusive to surfing... looks like I'm in a pickle...
I know, I've been a little slack about blogging as of late. It just so happens that I just started a new job this week, so the weekend was spent celebrating and recovering and now it's adjustment to the new schedule. I am not complaining! I am just saying... hence the sporadic entries.
This is for my buddy Marie, who also agrees that soup without noodles isn't a "real" dinner meal! Great minds think alike! I can't wait to see her soon in Vancouver and share the love of food.