Monday, November 27, 2006

Guava Jelly

Just jumping off the blog cliff with everyone else....


1. What are your siblings middle names?
Michael
2. Where is your dad right now? Snoring away on the couch in the basement. I can hear him from upstairs
3. What was the last thing you said? "Are you watching that movie?"
4. What is something you've learned about yourself recently? I am a lot more enjoyably domestic than I thought.
5. What color is your watch? I lost my blue one, now I just have my scuba diving watch that is silver, and can save dolphins at the flick of a button. True story.
6. What do you think of when you think of Australia? Great Barrier Reef. I'll see you in 2008 baby.
7. When was the last time you squatted to pee? In September while camping for a night.
8. Who is the last person you liked? You all.
9. Are you close to your mom? I think so.
10. Where does your best friend work? Here, There and Everywhere. No, really, it's a store. And they all work there.
11. What is your least attractive feature? My skin
12. How old were you when you started wearing a bra? Grade 8. I hated the fact that I had boobs and refused to wear a bra, until I got a hand-me-down purple sports bra from a friend and I never looked back.
13. What color are your pants? Black sweats.
14. Do you have a roommate? Ma and Pa. It's a Dunsford only frat house.
15. What color is your bedroom flooring? PEI sand colored carpet.
16. Do you have a chair in your room? Nope.
17. What time were you born? 1:06am.
18. Do you know anyone who is engaged? Yes. 2 couples I think.
19.What's your favorite number? It was 7, but today I like 24.
20. Do you know anyone named Laurie? I know 3 Lauries. All very different.
21. What color is your mom's hair?Naturally it's dark brown, but it is now apricot color. The box says so.
22. Do you have a dog? No, but always wanted one. Ma and E are allergic.
23. Where did you live in 1987? PEI, here, in the same house.
24. What happened to you in 1993? I got sent to the principal's office for the first time for deliberately putting a huge freshly picked booger on the bus seat. My seat partner ratted me out. I'll never forgive her.....
25. Does your first memory involve your dad? I don't know if it's the first, but it's close. We used to bake cookies together when I was a wee one. As soon as I could stand on a chair on my own.
26. Do you remember singing any songs as kids? Of course. Sharon, Lois, and Bram, Raffy, Tom Cochrane
27. When was the last time you went swimming? About a month ago at the CARI.
28. Has your luggage ever gotten lost? Not yet.
29. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? Talked to Ian last week.
30. Did you ever go to camp as a kid? I went to a day camp for a week and hated it. Went to theatre camp twice. Computer camp once.
31. Do you play an instrument? Baritone, guitar, penny whistle.
32. Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar? Yeah. Such a silly thing to do, but I'd do it if you let me.
33. Do you like fire? Yes. It's quite amazing actually. And fun to poke at. Smells good too.
34. Where is your best friend from? Earth.
35. Are you allergic to anything? Neva!
36. When was the last time you cried? Last Thursday when I accidentally found myself in a car collision.
37. What kind of shampoo do you use? Right now it's Life brand orange and sesame. Yum.
38. Have you ever been to a spa? Just THE Spa.
39. Were you popular in high school? Nope. My friends thought I was cool though. A+.
40. Did you take science all four years of high school? Yessum. And 4 more years after that.
41. Do you like butterflies? I do. I used to have a Butterfly Catching Club. We let them free after we looked at their wings though. I also had a club for every activity I ever did.
42. What is the last book you read? One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey.
44. What is one thing you miss about your past? My mad dodgeball skills.
45. Did you ever see the school nurse? Hmm, I don't think so. Just the school speech therapist for my lisp. I also just finished writing a huge "L" on my forehead.
46. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher? A teacher of scuba diving.
47. What is one thing you've learned about your life recently? I leave in a month and a half and I pretty much can't contain myself.
48. Are you jealous of anyone? Why not?
49. Is anyone jealous of you? Well I am pretty skilled with a bowstaff, so yeah, you should be.
50. When was the last time you were in an elevator? Last night.

Friday, November 17, 2006

I Just Made Halifax Yesterday

Usually it's Moncton and back in a day. But yesterday we made it Halifax. My brother was flying out of Hali to go to the Promised Land, and I was the dropper-offer. We left at 9am, picked up Breck, made the ritualistic pit-stop at the North River Road Timmy's and we were on our way.

Ian drove on the way, Breck slept, and I knitted and sang along to the tunes. Periodically making sure, of course, that Breck was still alive by poking my knitting needles up his nose. Yep, still alive. Then came the classic Stretch-and-Snack at the Aulac Big Stop. We all headed for the bathrooms and this is where one of the highlights of trip was located. They have these CRAZY hand dryers in the bathrooms. Like super loud, and the air pressure was so fast and strong coming out, it pushed the fat around on your hands! And I didn't even think one could have hand fat. They dried your hand in 10 seconds. And none of that resorting to wiping it on your pants because it takes too damn long to dry business. Top O' the Line.

Halifax was also a trip I have been planning on taking anyways, because I needed to visit the friendly neighborhood Mountain Equipment Co-op. So after making it into the city and locating MEC no problem we congratulated Ian on "real driving." That is driving into unfamiliar territory and arriving exactly at your destination with no wrong turns. Anywho, we bombed into MEC and I finally got my backpack (MEC Ibex 65 if you're innarrested) and some comfy Merrels, and a few other little gadgets. Je loves the MEC.

Off to the airport to drop of the brother. I wished him luck and not to do hard drugs and sleep with hookers. Good sisterly advice I thought. Then Breck and I drove back into the city, where I got to do some "real driving." We were starved, and ate this very neat little place called the Wooden Monkey. All organic and locally grown food. And by Golly, was it marvelous. We ate at a table made out of a Hurricane Juan tree and the food was excellent and very creative. And very reasonably priced as well. Then went for a short stroll down Barrington to visit the Freak Lunch Box. It smells of pure sugar and it was great. However I was disappointed they did not have the bubblegum that used to come in a toothpaste tube. Tsk.

Off to the MicMac. I had almost completely impressed my passenger with my internal GPS, by finding the Mall via a completely different direction than I have ever taken. And I could see the mall, but couldn't find the entrance. Oh so close. So we browsed the mall, picked up some wardrobe pieces (and Tasha, I just may have purchased a large quantity of a certain vanilla product we've been searching for), and we headed back to Ye Fair Isle.

The end.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Strange Brew, Cures What's Inside of You

Maybe as you can tell, I am searching for a new blog template. This has been trying, frustrating and wasting way too much of my time. Finding a new layout is comparable to rearranging a room; You don't mind the old setup. It's comfortable, you know where everything is, and nothing is blocking the window. But something fresh and brain-teasing is always enjoyable from time to time. Feng Shui me baby.

So I've been Googling (I hate how that's an understandably recognizable verb) and have found nothing that pleases mine simplistic eye. This one you see now is the best I could find for a temporary switch and it is missing things that the demo picture showed me. Color being number one. I may as well just reposition my bed to infront of my doorway.

This may have turned into an unhealthy fixation. Any comments and/or suggestions are welcome.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

It's So Damn Hot. Milk Was a Bad Choice.

I used to keep a dream journal, or at least a collection of papers next to my bed in case I woke up after an outstanding dream so that I could write it down immediately. Because we all now how fast you'll forget the details if you don't. Which I find very strange. But anywho. I had one of those outstanding dreams last night and woke up at the end wanting to record it. But thanks to my slobitha ways, the early hour of the morning, and not to mention the brief hyperventilation, paper and pen was no where to be found. So I just banked on remembering it. And I do. So here it is:

It started off that I was in this underground tunnel (like the kind you drive through) and I was standing there trying to put a poster up on the sticky wall. Also the tunnel was very green. Dim lighted and a mossy color. I noticed suddenly a man standing not too far from me in a nice gray suit, a briefcase and nice short curls for his hair. He approaches me with an innocent and friendly voice, asking if I need help. I say, "No, but thanks, I got it." Then my poster fell down again. You know who my new friend was? Will Ferrell! I haven't seen the movie yet, but from what I understood in my dream is that I was conversing with him as his character in the new movie "Stranger Than Fiction." So off we went, out the tunnel, talking about things I can't remember. But him being nice and me being funny. Ha. So he tells me that on his way home he would like to visit his Grandmother. She lives in a hotel. I agree to go. We enter her hotel room, and she is a very large woman but looks no older than Will. I remember that being weird. But not as weird as her HUGE porn collection! The woman was so large she stayed in bed all day at this hotel and had a collection of porn DVD's! She didn't even seem like she was interested in watching them, just wanted to collect them. Odd I say. So then we leave, and I depart from Will to go scuba diving. I go scuba diving in this narrow but extremely deep body of water. It's almost like a cylindrical tube of ocean. I'm down at the bottom watching an Orca give birth to twins, and I am so in awe of it I forget to check my air. I look up to see my diving instructor Lasse from when I was in the British Virgin Islands reaching out his hands to bring me up, but I couldn't make it. I slowly ran out of air and my vision tunneled in. I am assuming I died in my dream because I instantly woke up after that part. Which is also very odd. Did I wake up because I died and I wasn't able to dream anymore? Or did I wake up because I was scared that I was dying in my dream? Interesting none the less.

However what I have been noticing in these outstanding dreams is a slight re-occuring theme. Famous people! My most memorable dreams have, to date, included Will Smith, Mel Gibson, Elvis Costello and Rod Stewart (I once posted about that dream as well) and now Will Ferrel.

You're invited to the party in my brain.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Itty Bitty Pretty One

Now it's not often (in fact it is never) that I write about politics or controversial issues in general. But the feedback I am hearing on CBC's The Current with Anna Maria Tremonti ( I love saying her name) is just inappropriate and disgusting. Christopher has been ranting on this for years now, and I've always agreed with him, but my blood was boiling and I had to write something.

The earlier radio piece was about the controversy surrounding Belinda Stronach's position in the government and her personal life. What got to me was the callers who called in their own opinions. Fine, it's your opinion but it still makes me gag to think that people are willing to think this way when a cut-throat, takes-no-shit, woman enters politics. This one man calls in and blatantly calls Belinda "a bitch! She is just a downright bitch! I mean the way she dumped Peter MacKay like that!" Another WOMAN calls in and says "It doesn't show much if you can't maintain a marriage and your own love life."

I stormed out of my room to the kitchen where the radio sound was coming from and yelled at it! My Dad was sitting there a little shocked that I came out of my calm, morning disposition to yell at the people on the radio. But then he backed me up. Since when does someone's personal life matter as to how they do their job? Oh right, it doesn't. Unless your a woman. I mean, I don't know all the nitty gritty details of today's politics, but I know what's going on. And I have never been aware of the love life of any other leader other than Belinda, only because no one's ever brought it up. Wake up people, who doesn't have a fucked up love life and since when have we been judging politics and the job they are doing on who they've slept with or who they dumped? We can do without the gossip. And frankly I don't give a shit.

As for those two people who called in to CBC to spread their wisdom and understanding to the nation: you can go to hell. Oh and special thanks to the lady who called and reminded all of us women that our relationships with men are our number one priority in life. One big step for woman-kind...