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September 30 Vote for your favorite crazy lookin fish!Striped Pyjama Squid
 Ghost Fish
 Hairy Frog Fish
 Clown Triggerfish (hehe, lookit it's mouth!)
 Honeycomb Cowfish (funny lookin, and funny name)
 AglowYou're a map of a place;
maybe someday I'll go.
With thoughts of you
I am aglow.
 September 29 A 'Lil Dylan on a Friday NightMake You Feel My Love
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue There's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the rollin' sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change are blowing wild and free You ain't seen nothing like me yet I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love September 28 fotosMy cousin Nigel found a huge (10lb, 47" diameter) puffball the other day. If you don't know, a puffball is a sort of (edible, non poisonous) wild mushroom that is delicious. Just sautee it with some butta. That's my Ant Patti posing with the puffball.
I've also included some pictures of the Otonabee in Peterborough. It's gorgeous this time of year. I think Darklight is right, the trees do seem to be changing color earlier this year. Autumn is my favorite season.
Also, a few pics of Daniele, who I work with. She'll be leaving in a few weeks to have her first baby. I am going to miss that biatch something fierce. She's one of the few women that I really like and get along with. TimeMonth end at my job is horrific. Like childbirth (so I've heard), I promptly forget the pain and suffering of month end as soon as it's over. Every single month it sneaks up on me, catches me unaware. It's as if I have month end amnesia. This month has been no exception, and I can't say that I'll be sorry to see the end of the work day tomorrow--then I can go about forgetting about month end until next month. It's true, ignorance really is bliss.
When I was a kid time took so long to pass. Now, I have no idea how it passes so quickly. I can't believe it'll be October in a few days---it kinda feels like New Year's wasn't that long ago, and here we are gearing up for another holiday season. The other day I was thinking some secret think and I thunk "Well, it's too late for me to do that/change that now". What a depressing thought! As if it's too late for me to do anything......well, I can hardly go back to kindergarten a la Billy Madison, but you know what I mean. I was just about to say that there's plenty of time---and I guess there is---but I don't want to take time for granted now.
As my Grandma says, "Might as well have fun now, you'll be a long time dead". September 26 Crooked Milewith it stretched out before me,
i realize it could all be possible.
i've walked a crooked mile to get here...
could it be this easy? September 25 Pyjamas SuckWomen's pyjamas suck. Actually, I should qualify that statement: the majority of women's pyjamas available for purchase suck.
Recently I went pyjama shopping, not for myself, but for a friend who, in a few weeks time, will be having a baby. I thought it'd be nice to get her a pair of pyjamas to wear during her hospital stay. I really didn't think this would be a difficult task, but it quickly became evident that this wasn't so much a task as it was a quest.
Most pyjamas have some stupid cartoon character on them. Hardly appropriate for someone who will have just shot a whole PERSON out of her vijajay, dontcha think? If they had pyjamas emblazened with the Purple Heart, I would have bought those for her in a heartbeat. But no, mostly it was Tigger or Pooh Bear (not that there's anything wrong with them, but I figured if I wouldn't be caught dead wearing something like that, neither would she). Sifting thru the racks at the department store, I'd think I spotted a nice pair, only to discover a pissy looking cat across the chest, or an embroidered flower on the pocket, or rhinestones spelling out "Princess".....seriously, who the fuck wears this stuff?
I can't remember the last time I bought a pair of proper pyjamas (i.e. they're not comprised of a t-shirt I got for free somewhere, and a pair of comfy pants) and my shopping excursion cemented my resolve in not caving and buying what is available. And I don't know about y'all, but who wears pyjamas anyway? Pyjamas are for when you have company, or you're staying at someone else's house. They're not for sleeping in.
I finally found a nice pair of soft cotton Ralph Lauren pyjamas for my friend. Leave it to Ralph to have good taste and keep things simple. As a bonus, they're my friend's favorite color. And they were on sale, so I got them for a song compared to their 'original' retail price. All's well that ends well, but I won't be buying another pair of pyjamas soon. It's too difficult.
September 24 They have Vindaloo!Sista in orange, me in blue.
omg tomorrow night we are going to a new restaurant, i'm looking at the
menu right now and guess what they f*cking have...VINDALOO! Shut yo mouth! What is this "new" restaurant?
I knew you would sh*t yourself!!
It's the new one outside of the mall, it's called Moxies...I was checking out the menu online and it sounds pretty tasty..seems to be lots of spicy stuff. We are going there for Andrea's birthday... Oh, that's the place I wanted to go to on my birthday. It prolly sucks balls.
It wasn't open on your birthday..DUH. MAYBE next year we can go...okay,
maybe we can go before then! You be the guinea pig and find out tomorrow if it's good or not.
I'm not gonna have the vindaloo..it says VERY spicy. There's an asian
noodle bowl I think I might try (cuz I'm all asian and stuff) If I was going, I would order the vindaloo. I am not afraid of spicy.
You might not be afraid of spicy, but you're afraid of my FIST!
What did you order for lunch? I had spicy tomato&rice goulash, yep it was great. I made that name up, that's what Andrew made, and it REALLY was spicy.
You think ketchup is spicy, you wimp. Tomato and rice? That sounds like a hot mess. Grody.
Hey, go eff yerself.it was spaghetti sauce (with chicken, not hamburger)
and then a whole bunch of added stuff to make it spicy, and rice thrown in the same pot. It's so fing good Why don't you try cutting down on the swears? That will be my Christmas
wish. Screw world peace. And who the f*ck do you think you are telling me to cut down on my f*cking swears? I will continue to f*cking swear as much as I f*cking want to. In saying that, I guess you've ruined your own f*cking Christmas by even suggesting something so f*cking outrageous. September 21 gentlest hammeryou polish stones with your eyes, set kites free good god i want you you are my garden green, golden leaves i am the gentlest hammer September 20 ...Part of me thinks that whatever is going to happen has happened already---that things are predestined.
 Maybe that means I'm doing exactly what I should be doing.
That'd be a first. Surprise! You're adopted.My sister and my dad work at the same (very large) company.
-----Original Message-----
From: Sista Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 3:01 PM To: Tuckle Subject: order so i walk into the meeting and sit down, someone goes this ******. she does blah blah blah..so everyone is looking my way (dad is right beside me) and the smart a$$ that he is goes, NO RELATION..ahahaha, and everybody started to laugh..it was pretty funny. -----Original Message----- From: Tuckle Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 3:20 PM To: Sista Subject: RE: order Surprise! You're adopted. -----Original Message-----
From: Sista Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 3:21 PM
To: Tuckle Subject: RE: order OMG, maybe that's what he was getting at. He probably figured telling me in front of a group of complete strangers would be the best way to do things cuz he assumed I would go all Chuck on him. -----Original Message-----
From: Tuckle Sent: Wednesday, September 20, 2006 3:25 PM To: Sista Subject: RE: order You're so lucky if it's true. September 19 Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day!From: Tuckle
Today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The second most glorious day of the year. ARRRR, ye scurvy dog!
From: Matt
If this is the second most glorious day of the year……what’s the first? Moan like a porn star day? Run like Ben Johnson day? National pie eating day? Matt
I can overlook Matt's skepticism because dang, the boy has some good ideas. Way to go, Beard-o!
My eyes! My eyes!
Fingers crossedShould have known something was up when my alarm woke me up this morning. I am rarely woken up by the alarm, usually I wake up a few minutes before it goes off.
On my way to work, realize I have to pee. Badly. Get stopped by the world's longest train--I timed it, just over 12 minutes--and the cruelest part is that the train tracks run right behind my work. So the whole time I was waiting, I could see the building (and ultimately, the loo) but couldn't do much but try not to pee myself.
Work got off to a craptacular start, people freaking out and lots of yelling and stress...all this before I'd even turned my computer on. The morning whizzed by, most catastrophes averted.
One of my co-workers loves to antagonize me. Normally, I'm all for it--I give as good as I get. He flings paper clips at me, launches paper cups over my cubicle wall--anything to annoy me. Today he had gotten ahold of this balloon like decoration that had long plastic streamers on the end. He spent a good five minutes waving them in my face while I pretended it didn't bother me. Someone else in the room spoke to me, and as I replied, he waved the streamers in my face again, but this time they went in my mouth and I almost choked to death. I know, funny right?
Then, this afternoon, I discover that a trailer that is supposed to be in Washington state on Wednesday afternoon is still in our yard. In Ontario. As in, clear across the country from Washington state. Just as gravy, the same thing happened to me last week. I had a minor melt down. Gotta love it when other people don't do their jobs.
Miraculously, I got out of work just twenty minutes after my shift ended. Drive home in the pouring rain, thinking rainy thoughts, when I come to an intersection that is blocked off by ambulances, fire trucks and police cars. A serious accident had taken place not long before. Given that I was out in the country and there was no way around the accident, I had to back track about 5 kms down the road and take an even more rural, very out of the way route home.
*Sigh*
Fingers crossed for tomorrow. September 17 ChugFor whatever reason, I just chugged three coolers. And I mean chugged. Maybe five swigs/cooler.
Classy, innit?
Methinks not. Nor do I care.
So, while the booze warms me up, and makes me apple-cheeked, I've been thinking.
Always a dicey thing to do.
It is easier to like someone than to continue liking them, I've found. Initially it's all the getting-to-know-you stuff, and that's usually fun. Keeps you interested. It's the after that part that can sometimes be hard. Momentum is required, or nothing happens. And momentum, if fabricated, is counter-productive. False. Tenuous. Fragile. And gone before you count to 10.
I think more often than not we like the idea of each other rather than the reality. I know I've been guilty of this more than....oh, 20 times. Whether we project what we want onto other people, or put our best selves forward in the beginning, hiding our true colors for later, I don't know....probably both.
Maybe this is why people who have known each other platonically for a long time find themselves looking at the other person in a different light all of the sudden, or why people who have been together for a long time are a lot alike--because they've gotten past all the projection/best foot forward stuff and seen the true colors. They're comfortable to just be themselves, warts and all.
Just a thought.
Sheep go to Heaven, Goats go to HellTwo things you should know about me: 1) I have a large family and B) consequently, I have been to a lot of funerals.
Both of my Mom's parents came from huge Irish Catholic families (huuuuge---my Grandma had 9 siblings, my Grandfather was one of twelve). I have tons of cousins, second cousins, third cousins, and so on. Both my maternal Grandparents grew up on the same rural road, both families had huge farms. One of my Grandma's sisters married one of my Grandfather's brothers---so they were their own sisters-in-law. There was no inbreeding going on, so don't even broach the topic please and thanks.
My Grandma has a cousin who is a nun. My sister and I are endlessly fascinated by this. I mean, a nun. It boggles my mind, someone devoting their life to the idea of something. So, the nun is my third cousin---pretty funny, since my Grandma once my called me the Spawn of Satan.....and I was only three years old, so imagine what I am now---and here I have a relative who's given up her life for the Almighty.
Anyways, the nun's name is Sister Anunciata (her given name is Genevieve) and she almost killed me, a few of my aunts, my mom and my sister once. We were walking from the graveyard to our cars (I can't remember who's funeral this was at) and she almost mowed us down in her Toyota Corolla. Sister Anunciata is barely 5' tall and though the habit she wears is deceiving, I bet she weighs 90 lbs soaking wet. She could barely see over the steering wheel, so I'm sure she almost killed us from not being able to see, not from bad intentions.
My sister and I started grilling our Grandma for info about Sister Leadfoot. Why did she have a car? I thought nuns weren't supposed to have wordly posessions. The car was donated to her by someone in the parish. Apparently Sister was tired of waiting on a priest to take her where she wanted to go. Grandma grew up with Sister back when she was just plain old Genevieve, and apparently she was quite mischievious and got in a lot of trouble (as much trouble as one could on a 200 acre farm, I guess). "The real kicker" Grandma said, "is that she doesn't even have a driver's license. Never has." "WHAT?!" we exclaimed, pleased that Sister was such a rebel, such a menace to society, totally sticking it to the Man. "I asked her once why she didn't get her license" Grandma went on, "and she said 'Who's going to give a nun a ticket?'"
And that, dearies, is why I loves my family.
Rock on, Sister Leadfoot! Please don't run me over, because I'm reasonably certain I won't be going to heaven when I go. September 16 WarnedNo i'm not who i used to be lately See you met me at an interesting time If my past is any sign of your future You should be warned before i let you inside  |
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