tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56346032011-10-04T18:25:22.311-03:00Wildly Globose ThoughtThegirlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-7934431219518315312011-08-06T21:43:00.002-03:002011-08-06T21:47:45.259-03:00So, I know. I don't write on here enough, so why would I go out and start another blog?Well. We had kinda joked about it for awhile. He's always saying he's got "the movie gene", and though I'm better than most- I'm not as skilled in filmology as he.To which I vehemently disagree.So our blog is for both of us to cyber-bicker about our movie issues. It'll be fun, but it's already got our Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-14386537443023887102011-07-05T18:44:00.002-03:002011-07-05T19:15:39.281-03:00Over the years I've had days where I have had to walk away from the gym moments after walking in the door. On several occasions I've gotten into the changing room only to realize I'd forgotten my shoes. On other occasions it was my yoga pants-and working out in jeans just wouldn't do. So- with a "Well I tried!" cheery attitude I'd just head home.On several several occasions I've forgotten gym Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-8758634370635163572011-06-14T19:01:00.002-03:002011-06-14T19:32:25.552-03:00I really don't know how parents manage to work a full time job, cook, clean AND parent. Cause time management has become a task for me.With my new position comes new responsibilities that will have me on the clock when I'm technically off the clock. It's now a job that could have me fully engaged on a Sunday afternoon if an emergency came up. I've got a lot of balls in the air, and need to pickThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-67926090382037118182011-05-22T20:40:00.000-03:002011-05-22T20:40:46.139-03:00I don't know what got it into my head that I wanted a frog notification on my blackberry. I was really proud when I did a quick little search and came up with the most authentic little ribbit.The best part?Knowing that Mom was sitting solitarily at the computer one night sipping from her wine glass and suspiciously looking around herself while saying out loud,"What the HELL is that?!?!?"Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-81905765223470418612011-04-02T20:18:00.006-03:002011-04-04T18:33:13.399-03:00Casinos visited:Planet HollywoodTropicanaParisHarrah'sThe VenetianThe PallazzoWynnThe FlamingoThe StratosphereCaesar'sThe MirageThe BellagioNew YorkThe MGMThe ExcaliburThe LuxorMandalay BayThe Golden NuggetThe AriaMermaidsBinionThe Golden GateRed RockBally'sBill's Food Eaten:Brunch at Mon Ami GabiFrango Fritada and Frango Taquitos at PampasRodizio at Pampas (because he witnessed the meat deliveryThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-68320449917294840762011-03-24T10:07:00.002-03:002011-03-24T10:26:28.801-03:00Last summer while driving back from Sudbury, our first road trip as a couple, there was one little blip that has now been dubbed "The Corn Nut Incident".Steve likes to bring it up from time to time in sentences such as "We're great on the road together. As long as there are no more corn nut incidences." I've threatened to pull them out in road trips future, but he's said he'll make me Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-4547073101292781952011-02-26T10:55:00.004-04:002011-02-26T11:17:42.062-04:00Well. It's that time of the year. The Oscars. Last year Steve and I started a tradition of turning it into a contest. Which was probably a bad idea, as we're both too competitive for our own good.Steve on last year. He says I'm no competition as I vote "with my heart". Well hell, in this case so be it. I was NOT going to vote Sandra Bullock as best actress. I knew I was probably just Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-4669433716587108942011-01-30T16:47:00.007-04:002011-01-30T17:17:13.026-04:00Eagle Watch 2011Year of the PheasantOn Friday afternoon, Steve picked me up and we drove down to the valley for our second annual trip. Yes, we've discussed the plans for the third annual. It's just a great excuse to pick up and leave town in the middle of a dreary January.We checked into The Blomidon and headed up to our suite. It's an old carriage house about 10 yards from the main building.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-74332063911705886202011-01-13T18:04:00.002-04:002011-01-13T18:37:22.369-04:00My new house coat I got for Christmas. It's the softest thing ever, and looks more like a coat, really. Steve thinks that I actually CAN'T wear it in public. I think he's wrong. He's wrong about a lot of things.I really like my new Lululemon headband. He hates it. Like honestly looks at it and says, "I hate it." He says it makes me look like Jamie Lee Curtis in "Perfect" circa 1985. I've Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-82388798305791481332011-01-06T16:37:00.002-04:002011-01-06T16:40:57.547-04:00I've added a button to my side panel. It's a blog called "Love Big, Bake Often".My friend Tania (who I met while teaching in Korea) is a crazy inventive cook/baker- and she's got a great blog to prove it! Her latest creation of homemade pop tarts with nutella sound like a lot of fun!I don't remember the last time I had a pop tart...Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-28499987781282330522011-01-02T19:21:00.003-04:002011-01-02T19:40:57.290-04:00I ended 2010 with happiness and joy, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude.Gratitude for the friends and family I laughed with, cried with, prayed for, danced, sung, sat, chatted, hugged, missed, met, helped, remembered, honored... any and all of those small glorious moments.And at 1am on December 27th, in a soft silent snow I was making a snow angel, running without abandon, laughing like a Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-84122744230055555162010-12-26T16:22:00.002-04:002010-12-26T17:05:49.763-04:00There is so much pressure that comes with Christmas. It's a freight train of momentum that erupts into an overdose of sugar and family with a hangover spent fretting over bills.If you're lucky.Christmas has the egocentric assumption that we are all surrounded by loved ones. The year after Robyn passed away, I flew into Edmonton to spend Christmas with Mom and Dad. It was surreal flying into a Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-3961700612837308252010-12-10T09:44:00.002-04:002010-12-10T11:16:43.081-04:00I've decided that since I fancy myself a foodie that I would compile a self indulgent list of the best of the best here in Halifax according TO ME. Consider this your disclaimer!BEST PIZZA- MORRIS EASTThere are some really great pizzerias in Halifax. After university and 3 years of bad pizza in Korea I am unable to stomach generic crap a la Greco style places. Places like A Mano and Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-76917500056820652282010-11-25T17:46:00.002-04:002010-11-25T17:55:46.359-04:00The other night I got over to Steve's as he was finishing up some housework. He had satellite radio playing, and with the weird sounds burping out of the television I asked him what he was listening to. To which he proudly announced, "Folk!"After a short conversation on God knows what, I reminded him of a phone call he had to make to order something online. I sat next to him on the couch, and Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-24688027664960767932010-11-21T11:06:00.003-04:002010-11-21T11:23:17.833-04:00I really don't even have a thread of an idea for a blog right now. I've tried to think of something clever, but I'm at a loss.Time seems to be running and bleeding together. Again- I can't believe that it's Sunday, because two minutes ago it was Friday afternoon and I was leaving work. My co-worker and I had this conversation on Friday, actually. The fact that it's almost a year since I beganThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-31271858081311735322010-11-06T17:45:00.005-03:002010-11-06T18:54:28.941-03:00Last night Melissa and I scored invites (thanks, Jeremy!) to see Lisa Drader-Murphy's 2010/11 Winter Collection. After a bit of confusion, we showed up fashionably late for the cocktail party pre-show. There was wine and cider from Grand-Pre, and the food was catered by George and Lito's. I've yet to actually eat there myself, but the hors d'oeuvres were fantastic. It helped that I was hungryThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-12192671587529543302010-10-03T14:45:00.003-03:002010-10-03T15:26:13.521-03:00Last night we went to The Port of Wines Festival at the Cunard centre. It had been a couple of years since I'd been able to go- and this year was great because I got to go with Steve.We have extremely similar taste- we both love strong, dry, complex reds. I've always fancied myself an Italian fan, but I've begun to agree with Steve. Argentina might be where it's at.So that's where we started- Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-21825018683919909332010-09-21T10:41:00.003-03:002010-09-21T10:57:14.712-03:00Steve's a football guy, and I'm resigned to the fact that it's now going to be part of my life. A silver lining in my singleton times was that I could always watch whatever the hell I wanted. Now I might need to escape to the bedroom and the second TV while periodically hearing a "TOUCHDOWN!!!!" yelled from the living room. Oh well. Small sacrifice.I have tried to show a little interest, you Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-22723470781871329352010-09-10T18:07:00.000-03:002010-09-10T18:08:07.773-03:00NONONO!Happy Birthday to YOU,Tawny ;)xoxoxoThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-62172436204543521122010-08-22T18:40:00.006-03:002010-08-22T19:21:52.340-03:00Wine has changed my palate, I think. It's a complex taste with tastes of so many different elements. And what I've come to learn is that chocolate and coffee are the same, really. I've definitely explored the distinctness you'll find in dark chocolate- but for now I focus on coffee.When I lived at Chenrezig and worked at Lama Yeshe's Big Love Cafe I had my first real foray into coffee making.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-88968225696993659772010-08-17T10:51:00.001-03:002010-08-17T10:51:22.291-03:00Crazy!!!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-24412969286348495102010-08-12T19:50:00.002-03:002010-08-12T20:08:49.085-03:00I'm not saying that Halifax is safe. You need to be smart. You lock your doors. You walk with your head up and be aware of your surroundings. You don't take candy from strangers. I think our local news can be deceiving at times, but boy am I glad.I can't tolerate watching any of the local newscasts from Boston or New York. They are always dire and upsetting. And of course- national news is Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-76372886867221296872010-08-08T11:54:00.002-03:002010-08-08T12:10:30.343-03:00While driving back from Ontario last week, Steve and I made a point to stop in liquor stores in each province. Sure, shows our colours. Didn't really do any other shopping- but we returned home with a 55 pack of Coor's Light(that cost $55) and a baker's dozen bottles of vino.We returned to Hali very chuffed by our new collection of wines. We found our favorite every day drinking bottle at a Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-79983946086227216032010-07-25T15:01:00.000-03:002010-07-25T15:02:06.055-03:00This MAY rot your teeth...Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-39745303815962387802010-07-22T10:20:00.003-03:002010-07-22T10:38:30.204-03:00I'm officially off for 18 glorious days. This morning I'm trying to reprogram my brain to "When I want to"s not "Have to"s. I've got a massage booked for 1pm, and plans for a date night with Steve. We've been wanting to go back to Vinnie's. Steve has been talking about how 'I don't know how they did it, but that pasta TASTED like steak!'. So, I know what he'll be ordering. He'll be leaving Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-47176726810129931922010-07-02T11:55:00.004-03:002010-07-02T12:15:43.124-03:00On Monday I braved the elements to see her Majesty the Queen.I lost the feeling in my fingers and toes. They were pruned up and cold. I could actually see my breath standing there shivering under my giant golf umbrella. It was windy and I was holding it angled to my left praying to God I could juggle that and my camera at the same time. The wind would kick up and you had to have quick Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-15129910324733074642010-06-15T18:54:00.003-03:002010-06-15T19:29:05.676-03:00One thing I do love about the Internet is the ability to search and discover. I've used it for so many a thing, and don't know how we lived pre-computer. Though I do remember the stone age. Geez. Here's a top ten of why the Internet is a great thing to me:1. Discovering that my genetic flaw is actually a sign of royalty. (PROOF)2. Self diagnosis. I know, I know. Dangerous more than helpful. Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-23610830977817690192010-06-11T17:49:00.003-03:002010-06-11T18:03:01.289-03:00I was tagged to do a meme by Jody:) She had to tag five people to answer five questions; in turn I'm to answer these questions then come up with five new questions for an additional five people of my choice. But, alas. All my blogger buddies are already tagged. However, here I go: 1. Do you prefer watching movies or reading books? I prefer reading, but that being said I recognize the difference Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-48223816389214665952010-06-02T10:04:00.000-03:002010-06-02T10:06:56.617-03:00Birthday Waffle!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-27611299987404356722010-05-31T17:01:00.002-03:002010-05-31T17:27:08.469-03:00I'm a spoiled girl. I've had the best of birthday weekends. I've spent time with lots of the people I love eating decedently.Since Thursday I've eaten out at Cora's (my great work buddies), Jamieson's(Steve), Gio's(Steve), Milamodo(Mom), and Chabba Thai(Ryan). Steve took me to Gio on Saturday night and I had an amazing dirty french martini while Steve sipped a Cragganmore. I ordered the sea bass Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-21860099498083035672010-05-28T18:36:00.006-03:002010-05-28T19:50:44.099-03:00"Grebe?!"Answered with only a mischievous nod of my head."Really? Grebe?"Another nod this time with a crocodile smile."You really expect me to believe THAT is a word?" Pause while he stares at me ruthlessly."So then! What does it mean?""I don't know.""You don't know.""I don't know. I think it's a word.""It's not a word.""I think it's a word. Maybe it's a bird?""I think you're a cheater."Pause Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-71338000850100611662010-05-22T11:59:00.003-03:002010-05-22T12:12:35.059-03:00We went to a wine tasting at Bishop Cellar on Thursday night. And, Man! Crafty business scheme!It was $10 cover at the door. There was a veggie tray, a couple of dips with bread, and a plate of cheese. They had a DJ spinning good ambiance.And the wine?3 bottles of white. 3 of red. Sure-6 total, but if you're only drinking red it bit. Average price of said bottles approximately 15 each. You had toThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-91036270811383950362010-05-12T16:24:00.003-03:002010-05-12T17:10:28.479-03:0036 Lessons I've Learned the HARD WayIn My 36 Years1. It's better to NOT use the short cut that involves a steep rocky hill and a four-foot wall. Go the long way. It saves time on not waiting in the ER.2. Mixing tequila with anything will make you barf. Guaranteed.3. Throwing pennies at prostitutes while in a powder blue K-car isn't the smartest thing to do.4. Life is too short.5. Trimming your Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-30252264475624281042010-05-09T15:01:00.002-03:002010-05-09T15:16:12.703-03:00Well. There's a first time for everything.I fainted the other night.Well- I've 'fainted' before. You may remember my story of falling down the rocky hill and then superman dived the four foot wall behind Wendy's on Kempt Road? I lost about 5 minutes in that ordeal- don't remember the fall or even starting the discent. Woke up with the skin shaved off one side of my body, while one friend laughed Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-66714063699060840242010-03-15T17:41:00.003-03:002010-03-15T17:48:19.592-03:00Damn it. I let it happen. I know better but I haven't been able to stop myself.Today I went hiking in Hemlock Ravine Park. The fresh air smelled good- and I had to take of my jacket it was so warm. It was glorious!As we rounded the corner and came upon the heart shaped pond on our way out, four deer wandered out beside us. Literally beside us. 10 feet. They looked our way as if we were other Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-49759148557705970252010-03-04T09:59:00.002-04:002010-03-04T10:18:48.668-04:00This is my dream from the other night.I was driving through traffic into Bayer's Lake. I pulled into the Burger King parking lot. (Which is funny, as there's no Burger King in Bayer's Lake) It was situated in the middle of those rolling parking lots, and the restaurant was fairly busy. I scout through the people until I see Robyn.I walk up to her trepidatiously- slightly shaking my head. We Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-35072557773737697812010-02-18T18:01:00.001-04:002010-02-18T18:03:30.752-04:00While walking at the duck pond last week, I came across a lobster claw in the woods. No foot steps near it. There was a squirrel running around, though.And he looked suspicious...Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-15862698695490707702010-02-15T17:42:00.000-04:002010-02-15T17:43:10.571-04:00Dad:"I'm only eating pancakes if you wrap them around a weiner."Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-76754062375690308162010-01-07T10:54:00.003-04:002010-01-07T11:12:52.488-04:00I've never been a graceful swan.When I run, I lumber. I lead with my right shoulder and trundle forward with force and inertia. It's probably the main reason I have physio issues when I've been running at the gym. I run funny, and therefore cause the piriformis muscle in my right buttock to scream bloody murder. I run like John Wayne would, or a zombie. And on top of my wonderfully unfeminine Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-20737992645684245662009-12-31T13:37:00.001-04:002009-12-31T13:45:11.058-04:00"A happy New Year! Grant that IMay bring no tear to any eyeWhen this New Year in time shall endLet it be said I've played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year." Edgar A. GuestThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-40812896051961618392009-12-27T15:44:00.006-04:002009-12-27T16:05:21.088-04:00Well. It's easy to say I'm spoiled rotten. I received so many lovely thoughtful things. For example- I got the coolest rubber ducky I've ever seen! (Mine is "pretty duck"). I never had a rubber duck before- but as a constant bather I was really missing out!Mom and Dad also gave me the Nikon I've been wanting- an extravagance in hoping to become an amateur photographer. I need to go out and get "Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-42816970284718990002009-12-24T09:35:00.002-04:002009-12-24T09:38:24.687-04:00My face might mirror this jolly little feline right now. I've got a list of errands today- and I'm trying to organize my brain around all that needs to be done. Going to start by defraging at the gym. Run the errands, and then I'm off to Aunt Joan and Uncle Wayne's tonight. Work in the morning- and then paella and presents with Ma and Pa and Steve Christmas night. I'm starting to get a Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-80512197056423545702009-12-16T12:46:00.002-04:002009-12-16T12:51:59.341-04:00Down to the wire I finally found the shoes to match my purse and dress for Steve's Dinner and Dance tomorrow night. But.The dilemma now -> Do I DARE go bare-legged or do I frantically hunt down seamless hose? Adding to the problem- my inability to walk past inanimate objects without whacking myself upon them...Big old bruise on my right knee- surprise surprise.Luckily Steve already knows I'm no Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-24019733965965581722009-12-13T10:42:00.002-04:002009-12-13T10:45:45.766-04:00Me and Dad are talking in the livingroom about a pimple that's just on the inside of my nose and hurts. Dad tells me not to pick my nose- hahaha, Dad. We hear Mom talking from the Den."Who's she talking to?" Dad asks.I shrug."Must be talking to herself. Sheila! You're talking to yourself!" Dad yells.To which Mom replies, "No. I'm talking to you assholes."Ah. The Christmas spirit is all Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-83968432993347461962009-12-11T13:12:00.002-04:002009-12-11T13:21:27.699-04:00Jods just blogged a meme with a challenge to her fellow readers. (Read it here!) With the Christmas season here- she's right. It's time to take stock of those little things that make you happy. I pass this challenge on to you, fellow bloggers. I've accepted the call with vigor!10 Things That Make Me Happy1. When I've made someone laugh. Be it intentional or inadvertant. I especially like toThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-63054799016373681162009-12-03T11:53:00.002-04:002009-12-03T11:57:14.109-04:00Mom's probably loosing her hearing. 80% of what I say to her now is usually followed by a "what?". Which inevitably gets me to respond back in a overly pronunciated bitchy manner."I left my phone at Steve's.""What?""ILEFTMYYYYPHONEAAATSTEEEEVE'S""Steve burnt himself?!"...(?!)Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-78691895816961518032009-11-27T11:41:00.004-04:002009-11-27T11:49:33.138-04:00Just as an update- my skin is FINALLY starting to clear. Thank God it never got angry red and noticeable to others. Mind you it might have been fun to watch people cringe and slowly back away from me... Right on course- it's been about 5 weeks, so one more week and hopefully all my fish-like scales will be GONE.In new news:Mom's been hearing sounds all morning. So.She's either finally giving Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-42126375179171435992009-11-12T12:50:00.003-04:002009-11-12T13:18:53.034-04:00Leave it to me, I suppose.My skin has been doing some weird things this last week. At first I had a dry scale spot on my breast bone. Then a couple of itchy spots on my inner elbow. I was chalking it up to a reaction to some sort of detergent, but then it spread to my stomach and arms, my neck and back. So, of course, I run the list of things. I think chicken pox, psoriasis, fleas. Scabies-Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-43387706763215019772009-11-08T18:46:00.003-04:002009-11-08T19:10:32.832-04:00In preparation for our trip to Newfoundland, Mom did her obligatory OCD thing. She had to get things just so- as she does. She cleaned the floors, cooked some slow cooker stuff for Dad, polished the silverware. You know. Normal stuff.So she had been rushing about collecting all the garbage from around the apartment...enough to fill half a kitchen catcher. She left the apartment destined for theThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-90543073577631755932009-11-02T13:39:00.002-04:002009-11-02T13:49:31.080-04:00I had no plans for a trip at this time. Other than a little jaunt to the valley with Steve. We've spent the last 5 days doing not much of anything after he was at sea for 6 weeks. Movies, dinner, Wii. It was like being in a fun little bubble.I returned home to mine today, and I was set to work a 6 day stretch.But within hours that has changed. My Aunt Jean passed- unexpectedly. So me and Mom are Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-53700080694814258572009-10-24T09:32:00.006-03:002009-10-25T18:49:27.880-03:00Last weekend I decided to head up to Charlottetown. My friend Char was heading up to visit Jules anyway- and I had been looking for a time to go for a few months. The stars aligned- and I actually had the same weekend free as Char.Julie didn't know that I was going to Charlottetown. So when Me and Char reached Julie's street I got in the trunk. Us two fools were giddy with the idea, and as Char Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-8015044725474141552009-09-05T18:40:00.002-03:002009-09-05T18:50:46.667-03:00When I arrived home this evening and stepped into the elevator, the linger of the previous rider hung in the air. As I rode the 6 floors up, I couldn't quite place it.With no face or name to give this ghostly perfume, I just ran on emotion with the scent.A soft floral note that made me happy. Made me think of some woman years ago- not forgotten, but not nameable with the olfactory nostalgia. But Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-28323495887353283512009-08-22T18:57:00.001-03:002009-08-22T18:58:28.634-03:00I'd like to see this squirrel and Fern compete for camera attention. It would be a fullout battle royale! (with cheese)Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-56286473206765953642009-08-16T20:02:00.003-03:002009-08-16T20:03:49.175-03:00FLY ON THE WALL TESTIMONIALMom walks in after running the garbage down to the garbage room. She walks towards her loving husband and says, "Well. You're not the only one that farts in the elevator."Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-11330969451886712642009-08-14T16:27:00.001-03:002009-08-14T16:27:54.089-03:00What a rude awakening!!!!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-45304169728062936352009-07-26T16:14:00.000-03:002009-07-26T16:15:03.352-03:00Ummm.Hell ya!Sign me UP!!!I WANT THIS GIG!!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-72057568759493749892009-07-10T09:29:00.003-03:002009-07-12T21:30:31.906-03:00Fashion has been an enigma to me. Well. Maybe not an enigma, but a challenge. I've never found it easy having my own personal style. Even now in my 30s I can call it eclectic at best. There is often no rhyme or reason.Back in the 80s I babysat to shop. I collected up my cash and headed to the mall to be a sheep. I was in junior high and high school. Of course I was a sheep. I had the obligatory Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-71976865891125811242009-05-30T16:44:00.005-03:002009-05-30T16:50:09.108-03:00Now, if you've ever read my blog before- you know I take issue with a wolf motif (read November '08). Be it artwork on a wall, custom painting on your flatbed, or (God forbid) a t-shirt- it is a full out do not pass go do not collect 200 deal breaker.Obviously people are listening.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-8695447084664348932009-05-23T18:40:00.003-03:002009-05-23T19:02:07.549-03:00The first bangs I've had since 1979I do like the new 'do, but I am mourning the loss of my long locks. I know, I know, it's still long- but I've really got it cut short(for me), and c'mon. With the layers cut into it, it's about 4 pounds lighter.No wonder I'm feeling a little bald!But I do not ask for follicle pity. I'm spoiled rotten- and I know it! Mom and Dad gave me my birthday present a Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-431408196647234292009-05-19T18:50:00.001-03:002009-05-19T18:50:56.307-03:00Gotta Love The Duck Man(It's nice when the news has a happy story!)Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-39835172042831907222009-05-17T12:39:00.003-03:002009-05-17T12:45:12.201-03:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FERN!She's 11 years younger than me, weirdly fanatic about sharks, and she's a math nerd.But she's quirky, and kind, and funny, and sweet, and I love that we've become so close in the last 5 years. It all started at an oxygen bar and a foot race through the Treasure Island Hotel and Casino. Life would never be the same.Love you, loser!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-16256585370211354992009-05-11T13:37:00.002-03:002009-05-11T13:41:38.934-03:00Justin Timberlake did SNL this weekend. He revisited his past sketches with Andy Samberg(a sequel to 'Dick in a Box' called 'Mother Lovers' with cameos by Susan Sarandon and Patricia Clarkson)and Jimmy Fallon ('The Barry Gibb Talk Show'). He also did the sidewalk salesman thing, this time as a spokesman for Plasticville.Gotta admit it. The boy is funny.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-4950044229462849252009-05-06T18:58:00.004-03:002009-05-06T19:38:24.429-03:00BEWARE: ALLITERATION ANARCHYAND INFINITE PHALANGESI've added to the heel collection... I say with a girlish "I got new shoes" grin. Hehehe. Check them out here. I was in desperate need of obligatory beige shoes. I've got a red polka dot dress(bought at the Sear's Bargain Basement for $7.00) that I couldn't picture with any other shoe. So I searched. And searched. It wasn't an easy hunt.TASK ONE:Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-40384772269793236852009-05-05T10:46:00.003-03:002009-05-05T10:48:42.634-03:00My Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Bernie just sent me this picture of Halifax. It was taken this week while the fire in Purcell's Cove raged. Crazy that this pic was snapped in Dartmouth. Definitely shows the strength of the monster!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-39798642510083638112009-04-30T10:17:00.003-03:002009-04-30T10:24:21.990-03:00Around 2:30 in the morning last night I heard the oddest sound from outside my window. Animalistic for a change. NOT obnoxiously intoxicated proximity dwellers.As I came out of my slumber I tried to place the sound. Not the insufferable sound of a cat in heat, or the loud squeal of one ready to fight. Not the growl of dog. No. More like the angry squeal of a pig, but not a pig. Like a Dr. Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-49421587805168157712009-04-28T11:45:00.002-03:002009-04-28T12:34:00.437-03:00ANOTHER REASON WHY I MIGHT BE SINGLE?Several of my friends have found love- and marriage- on the online dating scene. Some friends have been looking in that vast cyber-warehouse for years without much luck. I've looked, but damn. I hate it. I've been against it from the beginning- because the thought of walking into a place to meet some random stranger does not sound fun. He stands up, and he's 4Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-1258895424421067692009-04-21T18:20:00.003-03:002009-04-21T20:51:23.574-03:00Home in my relatively newly built 6th floor apartment. I'm just sitting there watching the news. Full belly after making myself a pita quesadilla, drinking my umpteenth glass of H20. Listening to Mom and Dad bicker back and forth. Mom's a little pissy as Dad keeps dropping food on her newly cleaned floors. "Jesus, Gary!"Ah. Normalcy a la the McLaughlin's.When to the right of the TV I see some Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-2248256220335507052009-04-18T19:04:00.003-03:002009-04-18T19:15:23.621-03:00I'm going totally against the status quo here, I'm sure. But I don't care. I find this extremely offensive, and it's all over the media right now.That woman Susan Boyle from Britain's Got Talent. If I have to hear someone sing her praises once more I'm gonna pitch a full out bitch fit. Why?I've nothing against the woman. She DOES have an incredibly beautiful voice. What bothers me is WHY Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-16876442952542942052009-04-10T12:59:00.003-03:002009-04-10T13:03:00.668-03:00I think I've probably mentioned this before. For years I've been following Sam Javanrouh's blog, Daily Dose of Imagery. His photos are often stunning snapshots of a simple moment and place. It might be a shot of the lightening storm above Toronto, or the sun shining through a broken window. He's amazing! Please check him out.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-23490938406755161332009-04-06T16:57:00.001-03:002009-04-06T16:58:33.865-03:00Changing up my layout obviously....It's a work in progress. Not sure if I'm happy with the new layout. Definitely under construction. Hmmm.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-89220780706590608022009-04-03T16:01:00.002-03:002009-04-03T16:07:17.551-03:00Mom is giddy today. GID EEE! She's almost dancing on the spot. She keeps saying "I gotta register it online!", "I register it online, Dawn!".She bought a Dyson today. She's not far off cuddling with it on the couch. Her perma-grin is sweet- and yet oh so weird. "Do you know! That if it breaks down they send Purolator to PICK IT UP?! And then they bring it BACK?! HUH?!" Crazy smile Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-34028075286916479322009-03-22T11:51:00.000-03:002009-03-22T11:52:34.352-03:00Maybe if you make it to 114 years old, you should be allowed to get away with THIS!Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-56354985793951763812009-03-17T14:21:00.001-03:002009-03-17T14:27:00.390-03:00Happy Saint Patrick's Day!Haven't done a meme in awhile:The Bucket List. Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not. Add something to the list!Things you have done during your lifetime:(x) Gone on a blind date(x) Donated Blood(x) Skipped school(x) Watched someone die(x) Been to USA() Been to Mexico(x) Been to Florida( ) Been to Hawaii() Ran out of gas Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-77418258535359120172009-03-16T13:27:00.001-03:002009-03-16T13:27:42.431-03:00My friend Julie sent me this forward:It takes your food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.One human hair can support 3 kg (6.6 lb). The average man's penis is three times the length of his thumb. Human thighbones are stronger than concrete. A woman's heart beats faster than a man's. There are about one trillion Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-21735870150120578912009-03-12T10:30:00.002-03:002009-03-12T10:31:33.529-03:00I'm loving this song by Hodges...but of course it's not available on iTunes yet. It sometimes sucks to be legit! Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-83682882726095861542009-03-08T10:38:00.001-03:002009-03-08T10:40:11.411-03:00If we have one more winter storm. If the temperature dips down past -15 and I feel my fingers freezing. If I have to spend 15 minutes trying to scrape the 5 inch layer of ice of my car. I am going to be just like this woman:I swear. No joking.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-82728384634281918342009-03-02T16:37:00.001-04:002009-03-02T16:38:58.589-04:00As you can see, I've changed up my blog a little. I lost the blog header I had- and have put in a new one for now. I might revamp the whole layout for fun. If I remember any of the html I taught myself 5 years ago....:)Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-17151314932804164022009-02-22T16:34:00.002-04:002009-02-22T16:45:40.074-04:00My Oscar Predilictions!BEST PICTURE:The Curious Case of Benjamin ButtonFrost/NixonMilkThe ReaderSlumdog MillionaireBEST DIRECTOR:Boyle-Slumdog MillionaireDaldry-The ReaderFincher-Benjamin ButtonHoward-Frost/ NixonVan Sant-Milk BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY:Milk-BlackHunt-Frozen RiverLeigh-Happy-Go-LuckyMcDonagh-In BrugesStanton-WALL•EBEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY:Roth-Curious Case of Benjamin Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-17074607277356907022009-02-18T18:17:00.004-04:002009-02-18T18:20:31.464-04:00Watching the news tonight with Mom and Dad. The report is on an increased number of deer in communities which is causing more car crashes, especially where the snow banks are high along the road way.I hear Dad singing to himself..."Doe, A DeerA Teenaged deer..."Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-26111277142488040472009-02-18T12:17:00.000-04:002009-02-18T12:18:27.474-04:00I laugh outloud everytime Pip says, "It's good..."Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-77149687470267466652009-02-16T18:46:00.002-04:002009-02-16T18:51:26.181-04:00I'm gonna fancy myself a celebrity for a minute. Just for the hell of it! These are questions James Lipton asks on Inside The Actor's Studio:1)What's your favorite word?Booyah!2)What is your least favorite wordNegative words... like "retarded"3)What turns you on?Humour4)What turns you off?Ignorance5)What sound/noise do you loveUnadulterated Laughter6)What sound/noise do you hate?The alarm in Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-72271985856742003882009-02-13T11:19:00.006-04:002009-02-13T11:25:32.688-04:00Scene:The McLaughlin family living room. Dawn walks into the attached kitchen to grab some breakfast. She rubs her eyes, yawns, and turns her attention to her mother.DAWN:"Happy Birthday, Mom!"MOM:"Thank you!"DAD:"Oh, yeah. Happy Birfday! I wished it to you last night- but Happy Birfday! 62! Wow! You are OLD!"DAWN:"Hello Pot said Kettle."MOM:"Ohhh yes! Put it on! I'd love a cup of tea!"Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-34079213439749618062009-02-12T14:19:00.002-04:002009-02-12T14:28:38.687-04:00I call bullshit.Does this tit really think the global viewing audience is dumb enough to buy his foray into the hip hop world disguised as the uni bomber? He's really gonna try rapping TERRIBLY while falling off stages rather than try to go for Oscar? While Casey Affleck follows him around documenting the mess? C'mon. The coked out Grizzly Adams dumb ass act is ridiculous. It's not funny. It's Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-84375587726346912912009-02-07T12:37:00.002-04:002009-02-07T12:48:49.063-04:00For Christmas, Mom and Dad got me Brian Tucker's novel Big White Knuckles. I'm nearly through it now, and LOVE IT.The choppy story-telling through distinctive chapters tells the story of an extended Cape Breton family. Lots of funny images of Nova Scotia life and colourful colloquialisms("There goes a bland slice of nothing"). Lots of drugs, booze and fighting. Lots of humour, fragility, and Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-59552897808588228232009-02-03T16:51:00.002-04:002009-02-03T16:56:32.048-04:00Michael Ignatieff reminded me of someone for a long time, before I put it together.I suddenly realized he looked alot like Vincent D'Onofrio did when he was in Men in Black. Sorry. It's who he reminded me of... I think it's because of the way he has his head pulled back from the neck all the time...Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-26728586518339042962009-01-26T17:15:00.002-04:002009-01-26T17:26:04.415-04:00A picture of me and Jods taken on my last birthday. What I wouldn't do to be able to have her that close today. We could make too many pita chips, eat two jars of Kalamata tapenade and drink 4 bottles of red while surfing youTube for 5 hours. We've done it before. And after drinking that much STILL get up and go to a body bar class in the morning.Mind you I had the shakes and looked like death...Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-11184968504253491432009-01-22T17:50:00.005-04:002009-01-22T18:04:49.187-04:00I've obviously got no shame. That is definitely obvious in the fact that my last post included a picture of every pair of underwear I own. Well. Except for the pair that Maryann gave me for my birthday. I'm not sure yet what to do with them- as regifting them will take saavy. Shoot. Maybe I shouldn't be saying any of this- a loyal reader may be a recipient. I did consider sending them yourThegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-46283611191413648152009-01-17T12:49:00.003-04:002009-01-17T13:59:21.901-04:00Warning:Dad this is about my bras and underwear.Underwear Goes Inside The PantsI've been saying for ages that I would blog about this subject. I don't know why it's taken me so long to actually sit and write, but maybe there's a sense of sheepish guilt to such an over indulgence.In November I had to move my underwear into a bigger drawer. The one they were in was jam-packed, and some were Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-46797308969802873512009-01-14T17:49:00.002-04:002009-01-14T17:56:45.785-04:00Still amazed at this- as it IS nothing...but it could have been something REALLY terrible.For work today I had taken a client to a doctor's appointment. I was driving up North towards the west end of Halifax. I reached the intersection at Oxford and North. The light was green- way before I hit the intersection.When my tires hit the crosswalk, a car came through the intersection to my right doing Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-54676116055635648732009-01-02T10:15:00.004-04:002009-01-02T10:26:39.251-04:00Mark Twain wrote,"New Year's Day… now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual."I'm not sure how I feel about the idea of a New Year's resolution. It makes me a little bitter, I think. I've made good the last few years on my resolutions, and I feel I deserve a break!The last 3 or 4 years I've drastically changed Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-12105147363362019002008-12-23T20:30:00.004-04:002008-12-23T20:40:06.197-04:00Can't help but miss the fur balls at Christmas time. Peanut all pissed off as me and Robyn put the reindeer antlers on him for the 59th time. Finally retreating far under the tree to sulk. Sugar sitting in the middle of whatever box or bag she can find with a simple little "dumbdeedumbdeedumb" echoing through her gentle kind little mind. Thank goodness for her goodness. It would only be Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-91478287538006529232008-12-16T18:48:00.004-04:002008-12-16T19:47:45.488-04:00Fern made a list of her top ten Christmas movies using quotes, so I'm totally going to steal her idea, and do the same with mine. Here are some of my favorite quotes from my top ten holiday movies (and I know one of them is Thanksgiving, but I don't care!) I'll have the cheat sheet in the comments!1. "Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-65384623197433351372008-12-14T14:21:00.004-04:002008-12-14T14:24:30.141-04:00I LOATH this commercial. I can't stand to watch it, and have to turn the channel. He's greasy and splotchy and when...just ewww. I don't want to verbalize cause I'd have to visualize. Gross.Stupid Dawn.I told Dad how I felt.Now he's taped it on the DVR and plays it every time I walk into the room.Lovely.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-54019580975192771592008-11-29T12:18:00.005-04:002008-11-29T13:18:43.961-04:00Seinfeldian FancyAbout 3 years back in the summertime, Melissa had a big barbeque at her parents' place. It was sunny and warm and lovely. A bunch of us were sitting out on the deck minding our chicken breasts and sausages while we chatted about men and dating.Because, surprise surprise. There weren't any guys present. I don't know why our little group is predominantly female. 10 of us, and Mark.Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-7437202431471237472008-11-15T18:54:00.002-04:002008-11-15T18:57:45.655-04:00I'm sorry I'm not blogging!!! I know that I go long bouts of nada, but I will certainly try to find something funny to put to words, I promise. For now I cheat and post a video that Mom's in love with right now.She's even started dancing this way herself. Pulling her little size 7 feet up to the beat. She's downloaded the Backstreet Boys, but who am I to judge?! She's not squawking...if she does Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-80239316782179504322008-10-28T07:16:00.001-03:002008-10-28T07:16:53.033-03:00Interesting article maybe geared at me?Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-69208092015782910522008-10-20T15:23:00.002-03:002008-10-20T15:37:04.509-03:00Stacy, Tawny and Dawn headed out for a lovely brunch at Cora's Sunday morning after a night out dancing. They stood queued, dreaming of waffles and eggs Benedict. Tawny pulled out a new lip balm, and the conversation inevitably went to the all-encompassing love they share for Sephora.(Imagine this conversation with valley-girl ohmygawd accents for effect!)Stacy, (with disgust in her tone):"I Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-34807234698119375742008-10-13T19:53:00.000-03:002008-10-13T19:54:06.671-03:00Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-8477558745971891202008-10-03T16:45:00.004-03:002008-10-03T16:56:12.620-03:00I went to the clinic today to get some blood drawn to see if my MMR shot took. (Somehow previous bloodwork showed I had limited immunity to mumps and measles...go figure! Probably Mom slacking off when I needed my baby shots...what shoddy parenting, Sheila!)Sitting in the waiting area one of the nurses comes out, looks at her chart and says,"Goldie Hawn?"Everyone in the waiting room looks around Thegirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634603.post-64637235960926366362008-09-24T16:00:00.005-03:002008-09-24T16:57:19.895-03:00A girl needs shoes. Dad rolled his eyes at me yesterday, when I said I needed new shoes. He thinks that I have buckets...however. My shoe inventory is weak at best.I do have my quota for black heels:Frenchy's find- brand new tags on!My Liz Claiborne. Oldest pair I own.My 30's slapper heels. I love these.These are my newest black heels. They're Oscar De La Renta. I haven't worn them yet.And of Thegirlnoreply@blogger.com