i tagged myself on this one because it was so cute...

i stole this from the lovely kalani

Directions:

Go to Google and click on the images link. Type in the following and post the first (or your favorite) picture the search engine finds.

- The name of the town where you grew up
- The name of the town where you live now
- Your name
- Your Grandmother’s name (pick one)
- Your favorite food
- Your favorite drink
- Your favorite song
- Your favorite smell


town where i was born/live now (same place)



(apparently i live and grew up in outer space)


my name




my grandma's name





favourite food




favorite drink




favorite song (one of them)




favorite smell




i'd like to tag Jen, Kat, and Andi....and anyone else who'd like to play!

hnt...tribal tongue

exhausted rocking out face after strange green party fundraiser performance. exactly.

oh. my. god.

someone has to buy me this!



i mean, come on...if it isn't meant for me (and megan), who the hell is it meant for?

(size large please)

too close for comfort

a while ago i blogged about reading my ex-boyfriend's blog. well, i've done really really well and haven't read it, and truly have no interest in doing so. and thought i was home free. but recently i've discovered that my ex is now commenting on the blogs of some of my favourite blog hos...not so good.

yes, i realize that i can't control where someone blogs and which blogs he comments on and maybe i'm being a selfish bitch but seriously, back off of my blogger friends and get your own!

i worry that it will start with one blogger and because the blog community is so small, soon he'll be every-fucking-where and i won't want to comment anymore. i really don't want him to see my comments, not only because i don't want him to find my blog but because this is the place where i feel like i get to choose who hears what i have to say...and if he's around to read comments i make, i won't have that anymore.

so if i suddenly disappear from blogging it's because my ex has invaded and i have been forced to relocate to myspace....shudder.

is it wrong to want to strangle an 8 year old/grade 3 boyfriend workin' it/cat in the hat...

had library class with the grade 3s the other day. these are the crazy grade 2s from last year with the 21 year old midget.

they come in and tear the place apart like crazed apes. they're funny and incessantly talking and asking question and ignoring the teacher.

3 of them ask if they can look up something in the card catalogue. i say fine. 5 minutes later one of them comes up to me carrying 2 cards he ripped out of the drawer. can you help me find godzilla? you ripped the cards out? what? i think i actually just choked on my tongue a little and said very nicely and said, "you may look in the card catalogue but you never, ever, rip cards out". they said they were sorry but i think they were lying.

then, the midget says to me, "you're hot". i'm like "what!?!". he then says, "just kidding" and proceeds to tell me that it's his brother who thinks i'm hot and beautiful and is in love with me and wants to marry me. ok. i have never met his brother. i ask the midget how old his brother is. turns out he's 4 and doesn't even go to my school so i don't know how he's managed to fall in love with me. i tell the midget that maybe he should bring his brother to come meet me. "no", he says, "you'll just fall in love and get married!". well, uh no, he's 4. and you're crazy!

then he asks me when i'm going to get married (he seems a bit obsessed with this topic to me). i tell him that i don't know. he tells me that i should marry the Cat in the Hat because it will last forever.

hnt. yes, i have a very long and skinny neck...

my. god.

last night i met my friend A for drinks (yes, i expressly ignored the gout diet and had 2 green apple martinis...and i thoroughly enjoyed them!) and she mentions that she's becoming friends the "the boy". yes, "the boy". her boyfriend plays in the band my ex was in and the boy hangs out at that bar on sundays so it's not super unusual. at least that part wasn't.

so A asks me if i had ever hung out with the boy outside the bar (note: no one at the bar really knows the details of the situation) and i said yes and that we stopped hanging out because his crap became too confusing (understatement). she asked me to explain and i was fairly honest and said that he was all "I like you...we'd be good together but I just want to be friends" and i couldn't handle it anymore (again, a gross understatement).

the super hilarious thing is that he's now doing to her exactly what he did to me back in November/December. in the words of the brilliant polly, exactly. exact. lee.

he tells her she has beautiful eyes, he tells her that he loves her shoes, he puts his arm around the back of her chair, he stares at her, he touches her leg with his foot under the table. he emails her a few times everyday and brings up flirty topics like fantasies, he wants her to call him at work, he invites her down to the studio where he works. he tells her he doesn't want to make her boyfriend mad with their 'friendship' because he really respects him as a musician.

my fucking god. he said all of those things, in addition to me having perfect teeth and a great ass, to me! exactly. and i told A that.

what a fucking cheeseball scammer! he needs a new fucking MO or something. my god, what a loser. helloooo? stop hitting the the girlfriends of the musicians you 'respect' so much...or at least get some new fucking lines.

but this totally helps me understand what he did to me; he likes flirting with unavailable women because there's no risk. he can be as inappropriate as he wants under the guise of friendship but when a relationship is actually a possibility, he freaks out, acts like an ass and bails...but then still wants to be friends because flirting and sexual tension is oh so fun.

what a fucker. makes me laugh.

letting myself go....(and not in a good way)

bleah. this is the 4th, maybe 5th day in a row that i've worn my hair in a ponytail and i don't care. actually i'm not sure when i last washed my hair. gross. i'm surprised that i'm actually wearing matching clothes to work because i really don't care. today i managed to wear something ugly, yet matching but i undid all of that good by wearing my oh so fashionable, but gout foot friendly, navy Tevas....so stylish. fuck people, it was all i could do to show up at work today.

i'm spending money as though i actually have it. poor people should not go on Ebay and buy bellydancing shit. poor people should not go on Amazon and spend a birthday gift certificate and then spend an extra 20 (american) dollars on jewelry because then shipping is free. bad idea. but i've now got some nice garnet earrings coming...those should be really useful when times get tough. i should not be going out every night of the week (R!, are you working tomorrow night?)....at least i'm not 'supposed' to drink.

and it looks like the money situation won't be changing anytime soon. didn't get a call about an internship that i thought for sure i'd get an interview...it's an internship for fuck's sake! you're not supposed to need experience!

i'm starting to wonder how long i can be underemployed before people start to look at my resume and say, "gee, she must be fucking incompetent if she's got a masters and still works part time as a clerk for $13/hr". really. i'm thinking that i should add a section to my resume stating:

"My dad died suddenly in May you motherfuckers and if I look for a job out of the city my mom will be all alone, and I would be all alone. And I'm not not doing that to either of us. And Winnipeg librarians don't retire and the hiring practices are totally nepotistic and it's impossible to get a job here. so fuck right off."

....do you think there's a nice way to say that?

anything to be rid of the gout picture....as per steph's suggestion

guess who has gout? (note, this is not my hnt entry...see below for that, it's much cuter)

i do! i do!

that is not my foot but it looks quite a bit like mine, minus the hairy leg.

my fucking lord...i didn't think 29 year old healthy women were supposed to get the old people, 1820 disease...

a just peachy hnt...

no splainin' necessary...

buy a trained monkey and call it ago-go...

my job is slurping out my brain through a big ol' bent up straw. but just in bits at a time, little brain chunks that fucking hurt like a bitch.

i've worked a total of 18 hours and i want to quit. the kids aren't even there yet.

i hate my job and anyone could fucking do it. i should just buy a monkey, put a dress on it, give it a date stamp, send it to work, and call it ago-go and no one would fucking notice. no one. i swear to you.

birthday, weekend, and more uninteresting stuff...

well, i had a great birthday. thanks everyone for the happy birthday wishes!

had a wine and cheese picnic in the afternoon on saturday and then went bowling with a bunch of friends in the evening. i suck at bowling so it was extra fun. R!, we went to the Tavern for drinks afterwards and i did not spy you...maybe next time!

and from there i had the laziest weekend ever; lots of sleeping in and eating crappy food and wine-drinking...it was great!

so, guess what i got for loot?

this:




and this:


so, so excited. i will be in Wonder Woman til i die!

and of course, i received many other wonderful things...i love getting gifts as a grownup because they're nice and unexpected.


oh, and i had the worst job interview ever on wednesday. well, maybe not ever but pretty bad. it was for a cataloguing job and the interview itself was fine; i was confident and answering everything right and then she asked me to do the 'assignment'. well, i had a total blank and it was as though they had asked me to start speaking italian -i could fake my way through counting to 10 and saying "hello" and "vinegar" but that's about it. it was a train wreck...just got the phone message that i didn't get the job. no shit.


and here are couple of photos from the july wedding...they're slowly trickling in....i really need a scanner.

gummi bear dessert is McCain Deep and Delicious chocolate cake (my absolute fave) with ice cream and gummi bears on the side. yum....

happy birthday to me!

1 more day and counting until i get my gummi bear birthday dessert....(i'm keeping this at the top as a countdown)

the wishlist is still there by the by. totally sort of kidding...i just love getting gifts in the mail!

and r, what is "the Tavern"...i'm interested....Petrow, i think r is away...do you know?

hnt...sorry i'm late.

please ignore the gentleman's head below me and the cute blonde over my shoulder and look at my fucking evil looking hand! looks like skeletor. i think i am fixing my hair but it looks like i'm having much more fun than that. i wasn't.


(this is a pic from the wedding back in august btw, i finally got some pictures!)