Randoms

Mr. Sun was misleading in his shiny sun beam-y-ness this morning. He was all "oh helleur there, LL... Come play in my warm goodness." So I got up all cheery like, pulled on my stuff (Cult jacket? Check. Gloves with the soft spot for wiping my runny nose? Check.) and got all set for a good long run. Only to be slammed into reality with a -24 wind chill. At one point, running along Herkimer, I was actually moving backwards against the wind. Nice. I did manage another first this morning, though: turf toe (excessive rubbing of the big little piggy against the material in your shoe causing bleeding, to the point that it actually oozed through the mesh top of my runner. Mmmm... Yum. Great Monday morning conversation, non?)

I joined the Legion on Friday.

Not really. But almost. I did sing karaoke at the Legion with BG, and BJ has the video to prove it. And I did fill out the membership application, so really now I'm just waiting on a sponsorship signature (any out there reading this a Legion member?!) But seriously... Where else can you go and get 2 pints, a bottle of beer, and a pepperette stick for $8.50? Maybe Inisfail, Alberta (sorry, Hurrah...) And they have bingo every Saturday afternoon. And the bathrooms were clean. And I'm going to have my next birthday party there. So don't be jealous, and maybe I'll invite you.

I don't work tomorrow. Suckas! Working 4 hours on a Sunday in exchange for a full day off later in the week is awesome with knobs on top. I'm glad I don't live in the Days of Yore when any form of "toil" on a Sunday was cause for total damnation into the firey pits of hells.

Watching the Food Networks "Sandwich Challenge" before bed is not a good idea. I now have an overwhelming urge to eat a panini. It makes me want to invite myself over to Fingers' house for a panzarotti. But I'm not sure if she'll be reading this in time (because she's all smart and at a conference) so I think I'm talking to myself...

p.s. In other news, I'm in love with falafel. Why did it take me so long to realize the potential of falafel?

I rocked it out at Value Village on Saturday and scored me two ridiculously cute chairs (old wood painted the same green as the couch I'm in love with, but very lovingly worn in all the right places), and some old china. I've decided to collect china plates, saucers, tea cups, and platters to make up my dinner wear set. So far, I'm off to a smokin' start. I'm hitting up the second hand store in Dundas tomorrow to root for more. Oh, and my grandma is giving me some of her tea cups collected at her "tea cup shower" thrown for her before she was married some 65 years ago--Beef, do you remember her pulling those out for us a few years ago? Did we take those home, or did we leave them there with her?

And finally, spell check is still not functioning. So stop telling me I've spelled something wrong.