This is a little something for my friend, Ash, who has cheered me immensly in the last few days, what with her Ninja baby and the mentioning of my name on her blog... Can I say I've been published now?!
Here goes:
"The goal of this post is to cheer people up. Everybody I talk to lately seems to be tired, depressed, busy, panicked...not good emotions [that would be me a couple of days ago...]. So, breathe. I'm tagging five friends to do this and, if you don't have a blog, feel free to comment in the comments section for this post.
Here's what you have to do: Name five things that make you insanely happy for absolutely no fathomable reason. Here's five of mine:"
1. Ride on lawnmowers.
2. Cubed cheese.
3. THIS.
4. Label makers.
5. Oversized cat paws.
It makes no sense, but these things make me very happy whenever I come across them. So, here's who I'm calling out:
1. Hurr_ah
2. Sleeves
3. Pants
4. Manrissa
5. Princess Cosine
Pet Peeve #776
Store clerk/purchaser small talk.
Listen, I'm here to buy something. Yes, you're going to get the commission. No, I'm not going to tip you. So you can quit it with the small talk. Stop asking me my opinion on the weather, and no, I don't have plans for the long weekend (that I'm going to share with you...) Yes, I like the city. And no, I can't believe the humidity. You're right. It is like an oven out there. Now zip it, shoe boy, so I can try on these flip flops and think about how they're going to look with MY NEW CAPRIS! Sheesh...
Come to think of it... He might have been hitting on me...
Hmm...
Liquid Deja Vu...
Last night I discovered the most horrifying TV show.
I've become addicted to MTV Canada, and it's my new fall back--when nothing else is on, I go to channel 90 and laugh at the rich 16 year-olds having monstrously huge birthday parties, and the show about Danny Bonaduce managing his anger through karate (*insert karate chopping noise here*).
But as Pants would say, I digress...
Whilst falling back to channel 90, I happened upon the beginnings of "There and Back," the Ashley Parker Angel show. For those of you who aren't familiar with Ashley, he's one of the founding members of O-Town. Yes, the band who gave us "Liquid Dreams." Ahh, the memories.
Consider this your warning. No one need ever watch this show. Poison for the eyes.
Thats all I have to say on that...
Nervy B
Hockey-a-go-go-land is having a nervy b for the Oilers. I am currently staring at the Square, and consequently at an impromptu parade of loons in designer suits and Street Legal uniforms with fake Oilers tatoos all over their faces chanting "let's go Oilers, let's go!" Ach eye! The whole things is giving me a bit of stresser, if you know what I mean. I can barely stand to watch the games anymore. I'm too nervous for the poor guys.
By the by: the "cup" is currently on display in City Centre, and within minutes it was surrounded by: a) police men (you'd think it was Whyte Ave.), and b) what appeared to be a group of Asian tourists. No joke.
Vair vair exciting.
Cat Town
In light of certain "life situations", I'm scouring the world for anything to make me laugh.
And I have to say, I've never seen anything quite like this.
I don't think I'll ever see anything quite like this again.
It's officially one of, if not the, funniest things I've found online.
I don't know about you, but I am certainly tuning in to find out what happens next time on...
...Cat Town!
The Saddest of Days
Marley died last night. She was hit by a car. I'm gonna miss that peanut face like nobody's business.
More Random Thoughts...
1) I am so ridiculously proud of the Oilers.
2) An elderly woman sat next to me on the LRT today. She was wearing a hot pink, Michael Jackson-ish leather jacket. You know, like the red one from the "Thriller" video, all covered in zippers and mesh. It was rad.
3) I used a chocolate body scrub on my arms this morning, and now I can't stop smelling my arms. Thank you, my long lost Hurr_ah.
4) I am also ridiculously proud of Gary. I know... He's a cat. But this weekend, when we went away, he stayed with family. And now that we're back, he's made it very clear (through endless kneading and purring and puffiness) that he's happy we're all home together again. I love that I'm not just "that girl who lives in his house." I think I might actually be "that nice girl who lives in his house."
5) An evil dooer on my listserv has copied my email signature! Oh the sacrilege...
A poll:
Well, it's spring, and the world is in bloom and we are all once again twitterpated. Naturally, with spring and twitterpation comes babies. And with babies come the dreaded showers (and I don't mean the soap and bubble sort).
So I've been thinking a lot about this lately (don't ask me why), and I have to say, I'm feeling slightly cheesed. So I'm polling you.
What is the point of a baby shower? Is it:
a) To celebrate the baby, and thus to be held after the baby has arrived so that family and friends can see and hold and cuddle and squeeze the little peanut, as every peanut should be?
or is it:
b) Without sounding too crude, to get the mother the things she needs for the baby--clothes, toys, cribs, bottles, bassinets, dressers, etc. And thus to be held before the baby, with the pregnant mom.
Wile I realize that showers always involve gifts, at what point does it become excessive? And at what point do we say, "Hey! It's your baby. You chose to have it. It's your responsibility to get the things you need for it."
I mean, I know people who have REGISTERED for baby showers. I know friends who have purchased BREAST PUMPS as shower gifts... Does this seem ridiculous to anyone but me? It's getting to the point where having a baby is like getting married--you can't go to the wedding without a gift; you can't see the baby without a gift.
What do you think? Am I being silly? What about those out there who have had kids? There aren't many of you, I know... Ash?
Jet-Set Frances
It's crazy! I can't believe it's happening! No more thinking and planning and humming and hawing... Just doing!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
For those interested, I'm going here.
p.s. No, I won't smuggle guns into Serbia for your cousin. Pants already asked.
p.p.s. No, it's not a dangerous place to be anymore (with the exception of the upcoming election in Montenegro)... But what place isn't vaguely dangerous? Hmmm?
p.p.p.s. Sorry, Keri... Next time, K?
Pet Peeve #552
People who give the hairy eyeball.
I felt disconcerted this afternoon when giving a tour to a group of people I shall not name. One member of the group kept nodding along with what I was saying, the entire time EYE BALLING me up and down.
Quit it.
Ew.
>: (
Some people think girls don't like hockey.
Some people think girls don't want to go to play-off games.
Some people GIVE AWAY their second round silver seats rather than sending the girl who is so desperate to go she's practically peeing her pants...
Celebrity Sighting
This morning...
I got on the bus...
And sitting in my usual seat...
Was none other than...
A celebrity...
Colonel Mustard.
I swear it was him.
I'm happy to report that no one was killed on the bus with the lead pipe.