Friday, December 31, 2004

Christmas Blog #10.

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.This is it peeps, the final Christmas Blog of 2004. And to whoever spoke to the fly cats over at Fox programming, and got them to re-air the Christmukkah episode of "the O.C" just for me - THANK YOU!!

First off, so long Jerry Orbach. Even though we never met, like many, I feel as if I knew you well. I had a talk with my mom about why it is that I can wrap my head around an actor dying and actually feel kind of sad, but I can't even start to figure out how I feel about the devastation in East Asia. She is so smart, my mom. She said "It's because in North America we celebrate the individual". And she is right. I think we also place a premium value on North American lives (example: hundred of Americans still unaccounted for!). Sigh. So far the death toll is at 135,000 and growing. I say this often, and I'm saying it again - you don't have to look very far to see how blessed you are. As Canadians, we have cornered the market on bitching about the weather. Last time I checked, we haven't had anything like a tsunami hit us. So, I would like to welcome everyone to make their new year's resolution for 2005 to "stop complaining about the weather, and the Canadian government, and how much we pay in taxes". A lot of people would give anything to live here, remember that every day.

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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

suuuuuuuuuusHI NIWA!!!

Jennifer gave me some beautiful Japanese plates and chopsticks for Christmas (among many other things). When we chatted on the phone she said "I hope it's okay that there are only two plates" which made me laugh because the only person who would be eating Japanese food with me is her. Otherwise, I'm on my own (Scott does not dig on Japanese, Chinese or Thai food). How sad for me - probably should have looked into that more thoroughly before I settled in for a life of looking for friends to eat out with.

Last night, as a reward for going to the gym a total of two days in a row, I went and got myself some take out from "Sushi NIWA!". Note, you must say the name of the restaurant starting slow and speeding up, modulate your voice from quiet to loud and sound really angry when you say it...try it with me: Suuuuuuuuuuushi NIWA!. I am easily entertained. Anyway, I looked them up in google and the only match I could find was in Germany. Go figure. I am intrigued by the "Sushi Worldwide Guide" (aka "Sushi Infogate"). Guess folks really take their sushi seriously. I am pretty lightweight - I don't venture past California Rolls and veggies. Perhaps I should make them a website in exchange for a lifetime of free food. Tonight, clearly inspired by my dinner (leftovers soon to be lunch) I will go to "Zen Step". I am not sure what this class entails, but I assume it involves a world of pain.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Your arm now belongs to me.

You any good with that shotgun?
Going back to the gym after slacking off for, well, a long time is very very humbling. We started our new year's health kick a few days early this year (I figure if I want to kick my ass into gear, waiting until I am back to working 9 - 6 every day is not the time). The time is now. So, yesterday, with my new Gwen cd in my ol' skool discman, my running room t-shirt and favourite Fila pants I got my ass on the treadmill and started running. It wasn't so bad. The bad part is the mirrors. Everywhere. I picked a treadmill that doesn't allow for any 360 viewing (except for the distant bobbing of my blonde ponytail on the far wall). I also hate looking at all of the people who are not slackers and look awesome, like they have not succumbed to the laziness and apathy of winter like I have, they are hard core and have hard bodies to prove it. Ah, screw 'em I say. You'd think they would inspire me, but no, they just make me feel superiorly unattractive. After our workout I made a gourmet dinner for Chris and Scott and we watched Kill Bill 2 (it was Kill Bill 1 that we watched earlier in the day that got me to the gym in the first place). I love Uma Thurman, man hands and all. She kicks ass. I loved both of the movies, though Scott said he preferred part 1. Not a shock, considering the first movie was way more violent and the second involved much more plot. Yes, that was a dig. Today when I go to the gym, instead of focussing on all of those fit bitchez I am going to think about The Bride kicking ass. And it will make me run harder. Because it isn't about being pretty at the gym, it's about channelling some Pai Mei up in this joint. "Since your arm now belongs to me, I want it strong."

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Christmas Blog #9.

Check out mah nu shuz!Christmas started at 12:30am for us. Yep, we stayed up late (me wrapping the last of the presents, Scott making up for the fact that he had to be designated driver for my drunken ass). Once I made Scott promise not to say "Merry Christmas" to me until the morning (kind of spoils it, IMO) I tucked myself into our cozy sleigh bed. Scott being the supernightowl that he is stayed up much later, and announced his arrival in bed by promptly stealing the covers from me and turning into a Wildebeast.

7am came too soon...7:30am was not far behind that. We finally got up and Scott (bless his heart) brought me a cup of coffee as per our morning ritual. Out the door to his folks by 8:50 - not bad for us, really (we are chronically late, always due to Scott and his late ass self). Into the beloved new car and pop the Best-Christmas-cd-EVAH: aka "Take 6 - He Is Christmas", commence is singing along to the wicked harmonies, and moderate car seat dancing by me (must be seen to be believed). We arrived at Scott's folks house by 9:10 and added our gifts to the offering under the tree and placed his folks stockings with the others (note: I started the tradition of EVERYONE getting stockings - used to be just Scott and Chris). Since I am a princess, Scott does my stocking each year, likely blowing a significant amount of his budget on that one piece. He outdid himself this year, bestowing upon me a hello kitty key chain, kiss my face moisturizer, sour wine gums, cool socks and an In Style magazine. Wic-ked. I am a lucky girl.

an exchanting, fruity, floriental fragrance with a romantic personalityApparently we were all going to reign it in this year, (Scott's mom swears she did), but I didn't see it. We are all incredibly blessed and totally spoiled. I got a mess of presents (beautiful work clothes, 2 purses, leather gloves, Sun Moon Stars perfume, the Gwen cd, kick ass skechers, hello kitty date book, pink slippers, Japanese dishes, books)...and that is just grazing the surface. Scott got a bunch of clothes, a pile of books, and even more dvds. Brought to mind what my mom once said "Never begrudge your husband spending money on clothes or books because you will like him a lot more if he looks good and is educated". Word!
It would be Christmas without a little basketball and random napping (see my bro-in-law Chris and his pooch Scout). We watched both the Pistons/Pacers game and the Lakers/Heat game. My folks called from BC for our annual "open the gifts for each other over the phone and ooo and ahh". Once again, I am totally spoiled as is Scott. We are REALLY hoping that next year they will come to Onterrible for the holidays - now that would be a gift unto itself! Chris and I took his pooch Scout for a walk where Scout pooped like 3 times (I am impressed).

Wonderful dinner prepared by Scott's mom with awesome goodies for dessert (thanks to my friend Christine's mincemeat tarts, and Jen M's Skor bars and date bars!). After dinner we went home and watched Napolean Dynamite which Scott loved and I liked. Very funny message from my best friend Jennifer W where she says that she is on her way to the outlaws house for Christmas brunch and that her Christmas promise is that she will not tell her sister-in-law to "fuck off". Love. It! If you want a funny Christmas read that will make you feel better about your crazy family, go read about Adrianne's Christmas.

All in all, this was a very calm, nice, relaxing, blessed Christmas day. And that's really nice, because we all know that it isn't the gifts that make the day great, it is the people. I am so thankful that I have such wonderful people in my life and I am grateful for every moment I have with them (even when they drive me crazy).

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Friday, December 24, 2004

Christmas Blog #8.

The best 60 minutes of television hands down
I'm proud to say that I did not step foot in a single store today. Wait, that is a lie. I bought booze, but that was for me, so it doesn't count as Christmas shopping. Scott and I are just about to head over to his folks place for our annual Christmas Eve hang out at the house while everyone but Kat wraps their presents. See, I am organized. My gifts are already wrapped, and bowed. Done. I was lucky enough to get some time with my friend Christine today. We did our cookie exchange (you would not believe how good her gingerbread are). Since my gingerbread ended up looking like a special needs person decorated them, I am glad she helped me out. I also scored some mincemeat tarts and lemon sugar cookies so I am pretty stoked. This year I have a selection of desserts for Christmas Eve and a different selection for Christmas Day. I am very pleased with myself, yes.

You're probably wondering why does Kat have "The O.C" Christmas episode image on her blog? Because I am a dumbass and I forgot to tape it so I am wondering if anyone has it and will lend it to me? No? Thanks for nothing, guess I'll have to wait for season 2 to come out on DVD. As for the previous blog's mention of a laminated card, I'll have to think on that. It has 10 spots on it and I am fickle so these names tend to rotate (completely defeating the purpose of lamination). But off the top of my head, the most consistent regulars are: Jon Stewart, Jude Law and Benjamin Bratt. I'll do some more thinking on that and come up with a full list. Now it's time for merriment and cheer and Scott's annual egg nog overdose. Wish us luck and Merry Christmas!

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Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Hey Jude, I saw ya nude...

I only have eyes 4 U
...don't try to fake it, I saw you na-a-a-kid [I wish!]. In case you didn't read the People Magazine article that sez Jude Law is the sexiest man alive, I thought I'd remind you. Well, actually, I think that may be a bit of an exaggeration...I mean, how do they really know? But he is pretty doable. I think his appeal comes from his:

a) stunning eyes
b) impish grin and imperfect teeth
c) accent (damn!)

See, I have always been a sucker for a man with an accent. At one of my last jobs, the account rep at our ad agency was from England, and I would call him when I was in a bad mood because listening to his voice would just make me smile. If he wasn't there, I would call and listen to his voice mail. Stop calling me a stalker. I'd say it's more a fetish, really. Anyway, back to Jude Law. This guy is so big, he doesn't even have his own official website. That's big my friends - he doesn't need one. That's like, Julia Roberts big. Scott just looked over at me photoshopping his picture and said "his hair is all fucked up and I heard he likes to torture kittens". See, that's not nice Scott. You should be nicer to Jude, he's never done anything to you. Also, his hairline is receding a teensy bit, so we'll cut him some slack in the hair department. Plus, when it's all fucked up like that, you kind of imagine that he just rolled out of bed (your bed!) and that's a pretty nice thought to have. Jude Law has earned his place on the laminated card ladies. That's big time. And with how crappy and stressy the holidays can be, it's important to focus on sexy beasts like Jude Law. Where is the mistle toe when I need it?

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Christmas Blog #7.

So, we survived the day. And yes, we went to the Eaton Centre. Scott promised me yesterday that he wouldn't be a grumpy bastard, even if he was hung over. He held true to his promise...even though he was hung over. Last night at Mike and Mel's Christmas Party was alright. I knew most of the people, and the rest, well, whatev. A certain husband of one of our friends who regularly hits on me was at it again...last week he was all "Kat, I gotta tell you, I am really attracted to you" and I just look at him like, dude, I just got married to your buddy, wtf? But I don't say anything, so I am probably just as much to blame, because if I truly wanted it to stop I would be like "dude, cut it out, you are totally pissing me off" but instead I just blush and look away. Except on the way home, with pregnant Steph driving (not like she has a choice being DD) I am all "You guys! You totally won't believe this!". And then I tell them that their buddy totally looked down my shirt, and Steph is all righteous and awesome like, "I totally saw him do that and you should tell him to fuck off and that he is being totally inappropriate and disrespectful!!". And Scott and Shane are totally hammered in the back seat, trying to mosh and arm wrestle and giggling like little gurlz...I don't even think they heard us. So in the morning, Scott makes us yummy western omelettes and hash browns and bacon and rye toast, and he makes THE BEST omelettes. He is very critical of himself though, and since Shane and Steph will be coming back for New Year's, he has promised to do better. I may even chip in and make pancakes or something [this is a lie].

Anyway, onto the shopping. Once Shane and Steph are on their way to see Shane's cranky Grandma, we get dressed and head out to the Eaton Centre. Despite my best and oldest friend Jennifer's concern, it was okay (by the way, she shared Steph's sentiments about the dude who fancies me...). I picked out some wicked Skechers,(pink of course). Scott may or may not have gotten them for me. We went to Tristan and I tried on a whole lot of clothes... the shirts were cute, the pants were totally "high in the rise" (aka cameltoecity). Unfortunate for me, because I really could use some new pants...Anyway, onto The Gap, and I found a cute overpriced black sweater.... snack/break to have some New York Fries in the north food court to discuss our exit strategy, then onto The Bay to buy some impersonal crystal (like this) for family members that may or may not bother to contact me for Christmas plans. See, we picked stuff that we also happen to like, so if they flake out on us, we won't care, we'll just keep the gifts meant for them for ourselves. Funny moment of the day - when Scott asked me what kind of wine I would buy to go with the wide bottom decanter I was getting...and I said "I'll get her a bottle of chateau shut.the.fuck.up." Feel the love.

PS: Belated congratulations Jennifer and S on your nuptials on the 17th!! Enjoy your first Christmas together as newlyweds!

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Saturday, December 18, 2004

Random thoughts and I need some coffee.

I went to the Eaton Centre on Wednesday night to do some shopping for that holiday coming up. As you can imagine it was insane. Not as insane as it will be today, or tomorrow, when Scott and I are stupidly planning to return to said mall to finish our shopping [we are idiots]. I bumped into three people I know...the first was in Indigo, searching for a book that was probably fantasy or maybe science fiction or maybe just fiction (why the hell do they split out the fiction that way!! Hey Heather - you don't have enough inventory for that and you are just pissing. me. off.). So, the system sez they have 2 copies, but it only gets updated every two days, so clearly it is wrong because the guy who is helping me can't find it. Then he asks one of his coworkers if she knows and she helps me look on the fantasy/sci-fi tables and she is really nice and says she can look up if they have it at the World's Biggest Bookstore, or maybe I should check Coles downstairs? (I mean, Heather owns like all of them, so she will eventually get my money.) I thank the helpful Indigo woman, and I'm walking away I know her? And I turn around and interrupt her with another customer to stare at her nametag, and there you have's 'col! Holy shit! We exchange "wow, you look greats! How are you are doings" and then she has to get to work and I have to get to shopping, so we say goodbye and that is my story.

Except the story continues as I search and search and search for a very specific gift (I have looked for hours and hours for this gift). See, I like to give gift suggestions to people 40 cds, main stream dvds, best-selling books, perfume, you know - STUFF THAT IS EASY TO FIND! Whatev. The second People I Know sighting occurred on the escalator - I turned around and there were two of my new coworkers from the xbi. We say hello, I tell them my saga of woe, one of them is super quiet and sez nothing, the other is super helpful and points me in the direction of a store that might have just what I am looking for and at a decent price and who cares if their Christmas commercials would make the baby Jesus cry? I found a version of the item that I think is good and fits the majority of requirements, Scott is not sure of and I just don't care anymore. I am turning into scrooge. Bottom line is the item as it was described does not exist in this universe (maybe on Mars?) and this is the best I could do. So today, I have to clean my house. It is nasty and disgusting. I need to actually cook something for dinner (if I eat one more frozen dinner or pizza I am going to stop pooping). Then we are off to Mike and Mel's annual Christmas party with our friends Shane and Steph. And I need to develop a strategy for tomorrow's day of insaneness. Wish me luck. Ps: Goodbye Vince, have fun partying with Bruce Springsteen in Jersey.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend.

Before I forget...gotta mention that I am very disappointed that Google didn't list Gwen's official website as its first ranking when I searched on her came up and the came up, but no Damn. Get it together folks - we're counting on you! Anyway, whatev. I was talking with one of my friends today about Gwen Stefani. We both agreed that she is super hott and super sexy. But she can't sing worth a damn. And it totally doesn't matter. (See previous comments for reasons.) She is brilliant in her own right, and a fucking rock star by anyone's standard. Sure the boys in No Doubt have to produce the hell out of her vocal tracks, but it doesn't matter. She's quirky and has personality x 10. I have every single one of No Doubt's CDs...well, not the first one, but I believe that between Scott and I we own 2 copies of Tragic Kingdom. I am hoping to get a copy of "Love, Angel, Music, Baby" for a certain holiday coming up...I've heard mixed reviews, but I know it will be awesome. And yes, her husband is a bit of a self-indulgent wanker, but WHO CARES? I suspect that at some point in the near future there will be a baby Gwen and I am predicting she will have a messed up name like...Possum. You heard it here first.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

I am twelve years old, yes.

I have a bit of a Hello Kitty fetish. It isn't all crazy, like I don't have a Hello Kitty computer or anything, I just really like Hello Kitty. I think that maybe the reason I have embraced the colour pink is that it is a way I can be closer to Hello Kitty without being all I LOVE HELLO KITTY ALL THE TIME!! I'm not sure, it likely merits further analysis by a healthcare professional. But, I'd probably have to go down the US to see someone decent (I mean, we're so backed up here in Canada...). I would like to point out that while I would have purchased the Hello Kitty alarm clock, my husband vetoed it due to the pepto bismol pink colour of it. So, instead, I think I am going to have to figure out a way to get this awesome calendar...

Sunday, December 12, 2004

My husband is lovely and ridiculous.

Lovely: One of the things he did to welcome me home from my trip to BC was buy a bottle of Hpnotiq. He had read an article in the newspaper back in April about its rise to fame and how it's the hip new drink all the rappers are into. Apparently R.Kelly had a fully stocked bar of it in one of his videos - I think he even named a song after the'd think that would be enough to dissuade Scott, but no. Scott is gangsta, [that is a lie]. I have to admit, I was a bit curious to try this $40+ bottle of booze. I was also looking forward to breaking in my new brandy glasses that we received as a wedding gift. We decided to save this blue booze until we were decorating the Christmas tree (kick of the holiday season in style!) - so at 7:30pm, Scott poured our drinks and then went to get our camera to take a picture. Well, no batteries, so the pictures from the official website will have to suffice. Anyway, the drink is tasty (we had it on the rocks with a slice of lemon). $40+ tasty? Me thinks not. Chupse. But, Scott felt all legit, so I suppose it was worth it. I think next time I'll mix it with some vodka, pour it in a martini glass and call it a Hypnotini. How ya like me now Jay-z?

Ridiculous: Last night we went to our friends Jeff and Korrie's wedding reception. They got married down in the Dominican Republic last month and threw a reception for all of their family and friends who weren't able to go down south with them. Nice party - open bar, good food to eat, all of our friends, what's not to like? As per the wedding requirement handbook, they had the typical wedding DJ - old white dude playing old white dude music. I'm talking Kenny Rogers. At one point our friend Harry (coolest brotha this side of Mississauga) and Scott approached the DJ and asked him to play something they can dance to. A few songs later we hear "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock. You know the one...and the old white dude DJ is looking over at us like "Hey, see, I got cool music". And Harry and Scott start busting up - but they got up and danced anyway. If you have never had the pleasure of seeing Scott dance, I'm not sure if I even have the words to describe it. He definitely has rhythm, and he has moves, but somehow, he makes people laugh. It's not really in a mean way, it's more in disbelief - like, this white guy is out there bustin' a move and he is the ONLY ONE who is dancing all crazy. He gets REALLY into it. I couldn't bring myself to join him (partly because I was exhausted from my trip back from BC, but mostly because I was laughing too hard). All I could manage to say was "Hands off ladies, he's coming home with me!" which got an even bigger laugh. As my mom would say, that Scott, he sure knows how to have a good time. And he loves egg nog, but I'll let him tell you about this evening's egg nog discussion in his next blog (to be titled "the nog blog"). Yes, he loves it THAT much.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Christmas Blog #6.

Today I made Gingerbread cookies. My mom made Pizelles. We went and saw the move “Closer”. We watched the Christmas episode of ER. I finished my first ball of Romanian wool for the scarf I am making knitting and figured out that I will need to go back to the wool store tomorrow and buy another ball, or it won’t be long enough. Damn.

First things first – the movie “Closer”. Not for the faint of heart – there is a lot of cursing. And not just the seven words you can’t say on television either. Wow. And I watched this movie with my folks! Good thing they’re cool. I think this is a good movie…Jude Law is luscious, Natalie Portman is pretty hot, Clive Owen is sex on a stick. Julia Roberts, is, Julia Roberts. Gotta say I did not feel the supposed chemistry between Jude and Julia. I mean, I personally felt plenty of chemistry with Jude, but we won’t go there. But I do recommend the movie – probably more of a renter than anything else. The Aviator trailer looked awesome though. Maybe I just have a soft spot for Leo?

Alright – onto ER. I MISS KIM! Bring her back. What is Carter doing with this new chick? And he kissed her tonight – on the lips. So not cool with that. Also, nice light-hearted Christmassy show on euthanasia. Wow – can’t wait to see what they do when they want to be a downer. Scott taped the O.C. for me so I’ll have to wait until I get back to Toronto to watch that (if any of you email me and tell me what happened…well, it won’t matter because I’m terrible with the names of characters and I won’t know what you’re talking about anyway).
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Thursday, December 09, 2004

Why I love British Columbia.

London Drugs - you have no idea how cool this place is. It is like if Best Buy made a baby with one of the fancy Shopper's Drug Marts. Apparently they are slowly moving east, so we may be in luck. Seriously, this store is wicked.

The Vancouver Club - Ian has a membership to this fancy club. He took me to lunch there on Tuesday and I am still full. You would not believe the seafood table - crab and lobster and shrimp and salmon...and that's just the stuff I like! Also, they know your name there...we walked in and the woman at the front desk was all "Hello Mr. D....". It's like a really really posh "Cheers" (Where everybody knows your na-a-ame...and they're always glad you ca-a-ame). They do a Christmas dinner that is so wonderful, you don't eat anything all day before you go, and then you don't eat for a week after.

Fresh fish - you cannot get anything like this in Ontario. You just can't, it's not the same. When you buy seafood here you know that is came from the Pacific Ocean and was not farm raised somewhere in the Maritimes.

Fresh air - you cannot get air like this in Ontario, especially if you live between Hamilton and Toronto (belch belch cough). It just feels good to breathe here. Especially when you are up at Whistler.

Mountains - I think when you live here they sometimes fade into the backdrop. Not me, whenever I look out the window my breath is taken away - they are stunning, and humbling.

Family - my folks and their dogs are here. The only problem is that my husband isn't.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Christmas Blog #5.

Carrie wouldn't be caught dead in Gap clothes!

I have this thing about Sarah Jessica Parker. I friggin' love her, and I love the show Sex In the City, and yes, I was terribly sad when it ended. I don't, however, really like her Gap ads (I think that Lenny Kravitz is losing the little pigment left in his skin every time that gawd awful "Lady" commerical airs). He hasn't been cool since the album Five came out, so whatever. Anyway, as usual, I digress. There is something about the Gap that says Christmas to me. I was in the Gap on Monday buying myself a new pair of jeans (I love the ankle length for shorties!). As I was checking out, I glanced at the sock rack. Totally wrong move, dumbass. They had me at hello. 6 pairs of assorted pink/green/grey/black socks and a pair of jeans later I left the store, breaking the cardinal November 1st/no more shopping for yourself until after Christmas rule. Scott reminded me of this on the phone later that night, and I was all "but I needed jeans and that isn't something one buys for someone else!" and he was all "wull, still". So, I changed the subject and told him "but I also got you something today" and that seemed to peak his interest for like a minute.

In other Christmas news, I also made my famous Cranberry Chocolate Almond Bark with White Chocolate today. This is batch #1 for my mom - I have to make batch #2 for Scott when I get home. I think that the bark is his favourite sweet ever - he would like me to make it more often than just at Christmas, but I make him wait all year for it. I have to prove my value/remind him why he keeps me around. I also started addressing Christmas cards today. Tomorrow I will commence writing unique and personalized messages and forging Scott's signature...gotta get those cards in the mail asap if I want them to reach their destinations by Christmas! And no, the cards are not homemade like last year, they are store bought (what do I look like, Martha Stewart?. Tomorrow: Gingerbread Cookies! Stay tuned.
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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

The happiest day of your life.

I just surfed over to to see what Jennifer has cooking. By the sounds of it, she is having a very stressful time planning her upcoming wedding. As you know, Scott and I got married this summer and it was an awesome day. Our honeymoon in Jamaica was terrific (despite having to leave Jamaica a few days early due to Hurricane Ivan). But don't kid yourself, planning a wedding is incredibly stressful, and that's when everyone behaves themselves. Imagine how it is when people who in theory should be supportive act like total assholes. Yeah, it totally sucks.

In the six weeks before our wedding I got 2 cold sores, had 3 freak out attacks and spent about 5 days in bed, all due to the incredible amount of stress I was under. And it wasn't the getting married part that stressed me out; I knew that Scott was the man for me, no question about it. What stressed me out was that there were some people who up until that point had been really important to me and they were being really awful and brutal about our wedding. Essentially, they were attempting to highjack our day and make it about themselves, they wanted to be the stars of our show. One parent called me the day before the wedding and yelled at me on the phone because he had "forgotten" that he wasn't the one walking me down the aisle, even though I had told him months before. On the day of the wedding, he wouldn't wear the boutonnière we had bought for him. He scowled during the entire ceremony, talked through the speeches, felt up one of my bridesmaids, hit on our photographer, didn't even give us a gift and then threw his own after-party where he talked shit about us and told everyone there how disappointed he was in our day. Nice guy, eh? There was also plenty of other drama leading up to the wedding that I won't get into, but it made things unnecessarily difficult.

You know what the worst part of it is? The part that I am still kicking myself over? It's that I let the behaviour of a few people really overshadow how I feel about a day that was truly beautiful. The vast majority of people had a great time and were so supportive. Our wedding party, and Scott's parents and my Mom and Ian were so wonderful and generous with us, be are truly blessed. I am still trying to figure out why some people weren't able to behave decently on a day that wasn't about them, it was about honouring the love Scott and I have for one another. I guess there will always be small people out there. The key really is to focus on the overwhelming love and support we received from our family and friends and that we continue to be blessed in our lives. The other night before I left for BC, Scott and I laid in bed and chatted about all of the funny and wonderful things that happened on our wedding day and during our honeymoon - it was so much fun to talk about it - there were things that I had almost forgotten (already!). We talked about the bartender in Jamaica named Dennis who made us rum drinks every day (Scott told him we would name our first born son Dennis!), the Texans Ang and Geno that we met, the night I fell asleep in bed (too much sun) and Scott stayed up drinking Red Stripe and watching boxing, eating Thai food and Japanese food and having a huge breakfast every day...there are so many great things to focus on! And that is just the honeymoon!

Okay, time to go to bed. My dog Scout is asleep at my feet and snoring. Reminds me of Scott, who I really miss!! Only 5 more sleeps until I'll be back in the

Monday, December 06, 2004

The theme song for my life.

Do you have a theme song for your life? If you do, what it is? If you don't, why not? My theme song is there to remind me that no matter what, don't let anyone get you down, don't let anyone rain on your parade. I also use it to remind me that I am the one who controls and is responsible for my own happiness. If you haven't heard this song already, go to Jill Scott's site and take a listen - it will make you want to get up and move your body.

Jill Scott's "Golden":
I'm taking my freedom
pulling it off the shelf
puttin' it on my chain
wearing it 'round my neck
I'm taking my freedom
puttin' it in my car
wherever I choose to go
It will take me far

I'm living my life like it's golden...

I'm taking my own freedom
puttin' it in my song
singing loud and strong
proving all day long
I'm takin' my freedom
puttin' it in my stroll
I'll be hop-steppin' y'all
lettin' the joy unfold

[Repeat Chorus]

I'm holdin' on to my freedom
Can't take it from me
I was born in-to it, it comes naturally
I'm strumming my own freedom
playing the god in me
representing his glory
hope he's proud of me...

[Repeat Chorus]

hope he's proud of me...

living my life like it's golden....

Sunday, December 05, 2004

A hard day's night.

My day started at 4:30am. I woke up in a bit of a haze, thinking, "nah, it can't really be time to get up?". But it was - and with only 3 hours of restless sleep to get me through. I hauled myself out of bed, started up the coffee, ignored the hungry yowls of Bossa, and got into the shower. Still moving slowly, I fixed myself some coffee and attempted to make myself look reasonable. Scott, still unconscious, managed to sleep through all of this until at 5:15am, I cruelly suggested that he get up and have some coffee so he could drive me to the airport. He's a good sport, and he will be rid of me for a week, so he managed to get vertical and get moving. Only took 20 minutes to get the airport and I was on my way. Easy check in, but drama at the security checkpoint when they made me take my brand new boots off and put them through the xray machine. What is that about? Do I look like a terrorist? I didn't know that the Danes were harboring WMDs. In their boots. I bought myself the latest Vanity Fair to make myself feel better. Then onto the plane, whole row to myself, slept for 2 hours. The only hiccup was getting lectured by the patronizing West Jet stewardess about the timing of my bathroom visit (does she not understand that bathroom emergencies do not care about turbulence?). Whatever. And the plane was freezing (that's how West Jet keeps their fares so low, don't ya know). All in all, an uneventful trip.

Now I am surrounded by my folks and Scout and Coco. Good times. Good food for dinner, good company, what more could a girl want? Well, I'd like my husband to be here, but that wasn't going to happen this trip. Instead, he is home taking care of our kitties and paying the mortgage. And that folks was my day. Tomorrow I will blog about how good it feels to breathe the unpolluted west coast air...if it weren't for Scott, and my job at the xbi, I would never come back.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Christmas Blog #4.

Does the idea of Jessica Simpson screaming the carols make you feel all warm and fuzzy and Christmasy inside? Nah, me neither. I am oddly fascinated with her though - I don't really understand her relationship with her guy Nick. Scott says that Nick probably puts up with her stupid-ass-bubble-head-self because she looks like a porn star (a really pretty one). To quote the white teenage girls Scott met on the GO Train last week, my response was "true, true". I mean, if they can be all hardcore/gangsta, I certainly can. So, back to Scott and I went to the Bay with his folks to do a little Christmas shopping. I am not really sure what presents I bought or were bought for me, but I know I got a brand spankin' new red wool jacket and a pair of new leather high heeled boots. I am going to look super awesome in them. Awesome. This is my "congratulations for getting a job at the xbi" gift to myself. Tonight I have a bit of packing to do (and by a bit I mean a lot). I tend to bring much more than I there's all the gifts for my family, and I need to have room for all the gifts I'm going to bring back with me. Anyway, if you need to reach me, email me, I'll be checking in regularly and I will, of course, be blogging (you didn't think you were going to get off that easily, did you?). Now, time for the Raptors game and then to bed early (7:30am flight tomorrow morning!).
Christmas Blog #1 | Christmas Blog #2 | Christmas Blog #3

I (sometimes) have incredibly bad taste in music...

As part of my "congratulations on having a new job at the xbi" gift, Scott is going to make me a mix cd to listen to on the way to work. Since I'll be gone for a week, he says he'll have it ready for when I get back. Apparently he also considered getting me a pink Ipod mini, but decided against it. Too bad for me, eh? He asked me to come up with 20 songs that I would like to have on the cd, so I came up with a list for him. It strikes me that I should be incredibly embarrassed by my request list because there are certainly a few songs on there that are questionable. I have added a "*" where I acknowledge that I should know better. Solitaire will be happy to see that the new Destiny's Child singles have not made my play list (also not on my Christmas list thank you very much).

So, here's the list:
1, 2 Step - Ciara feat. Missy Elliott*
Pass That Dutch - Missy Elliot
Dip It Low - Christina Milian*
Drop it like it's hot - Snoop feat. Pharrell
Lean Back - Terror Squad (original not remix)*
Golden - Jill Scott
Bad Boy - Keisha Chante
I Try - Talib Kweli
Crabbuckit - K-OS
Suicide Bounce - Nas feat. Busta
Encore - Jay-Z
Talk About Our Love - Brandy & Kanye West
If I Ain't Got You (Kanye West Remix) - Alicia Keys
My Prerogative - Britney Spears*
Vertigo - U2
What You Waiting For - Gwen Stefani
Rich Girl - Eve/Gwen Stefani
Somebody Told Me - Killers
My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne
Eight Easy Steps - Alanis Morissette

It should be noted that the last three songs are listed as such because I can live without them. Also, Scott is really good at playing things in an order that flows, so they probably won't be in this order. Head Rabbit & Foot, we can start the asshole webring now. Thank goodness Jennifer is not around to see this - she might decide to never ever speak to me again.

Friday, December 03, 2004

The tide is turning.

Can you feel it? Oh yes, the tide is definitely turning. Took a while, but it was totally worth it. Now that it is "officially" official I can tell you. I GOT A NEW JOB. A REALLY GOOD ONE. Yes, I am now working at...the xbi. Yeah, that's it, the xbi. And since it is:

a) incredibly risky to discuss one's work on one's blog or on the blogs of your friends and family
b) nobody really cares about what other people do for a living
c) I find it really boring reading about people's day jobs

that is the last you will hear of it. Solitaire was telling me she hopes I am still able to update my blog regularly now that I will have 'more' to do. Not to worry, I will update my blog (and I'll have lots of time to come up with interesting content during my commute). As my reward, I am going to fly out out to BC on Sunday morning to spend a week with my folks and my dogs Scout and Coco. This means that Scott has the house to himself for a whole 6 nights (hopefully it will still be standing when I get back). I figure if Jennifer and Adrianne are on vacation, I should be too.

Tonight, I am going to celebrate by watching a Raptors game with Scott and perhaps I will treat myself to a glass of my favourite wine as well. Cheers!

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Who the hell is this Tony Pierce guy?

My friend Solitaire of Solitairesoul and maybe Sistagirl's Revenge or is it Kim speaks...everybody listens(?) asked this question yesterday on Text Machine. And you know what I did when I read her question? I sadly shook my head at my computer monitor. How can she not know who Tony Pierce is? She calls herself a blogger.

Tony Pierce is the best blogger on the internet. He is awesome. He has written 2 blooks (he has a new one out that you should go buy). He wrote a blog on how to blog that I refer back to every once in a while. Scott has been reading Tony Pierce for years now and just shakes his head at me like, "I have been telling you about this guy FOREVER and now you act like you discovered him". Well, I know I didn't discover him, but I totally dig his righteous blogging and his honesty. Tony also does fabulous photo essays that will take your breath away or at least make you think. And he likes pretty girls too - and he puts random pictures of them throughout his blogs, though I enjoy the pictures of celebrities making asses out of themselves much more. He curses, he talks out-of-school, he tells you what he thinks about politics and sports. He isn't always right, but he is always interesting.

And that, Solitaire, is who the hell this Tony Pierce brotha is. Go check him out.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Limbo cool, Limbo fine.

I am currently in a state of limbo. You know the feeling, neither here nor there. I'd like to announce something, but I know better because it isn't "officially" official. And I feel kind of apathetic, like, why bother really doing anything, because soon it will be official and then I will totally be doing A LOT. So I might as well sit on my ass and eat my leftover pseudo-congratulations dinner Thai spring rolls for breakfast. I could do some cookie baking, but that would take some effort and perhaps propel me out of my state of limbo. So instead, I wait, killing time by tinkering with my blogger template. And wonder - why do the Catholics think limbo means "the temporary place or state of the souls of the just who, although purified from sin, were excluded from the beatific vision until Christ's triumphant ascension into Heaven"? I mean, that's just silly. Clearly, as both Elmo and David Hasselhoff will tell you, the limbo is a dance. Maybe that's my problem, I am not dancing nearly enough (if at all). I should get off my ass and dance, and try not to put my back out while I'm at it. And then I'll have a nap and watch Days of Our Lives to see if my prediction of a Belle and Sean getting back together in time for Christmas is on track. After all of that, maybe I will have the evidence I need to make everything "official"...I'll let you know.

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Christmas Blog #3.

Tomorrow is December 1st everyone. That is the first day of advent so you can officially turn your outside lights on. Except, I put my lights up yesterday, so my lights are already on a timer and doing their thing every evening come 5:30pm. I know, I am being one of THOSE PEOPLE. You know what I'm talking about, the people that have their lights up in the middle of November? I hate those people and I always say "What's the matter with them, don't they know that you are supposed to wait until December 1st?". Anyway, after getting my pretty lights up yesterday (all by myself, because I am a SUPAHSTAR) I felt like I really wanted to come home to a Christmas lit home. When I pulled into our driveway last night I got my reward and boy did it ever look spectacular! I will get a picture up soon...I did this white-white-red-white-white-red pattern that just kicks ass. Best part - when I stood in the driveway and stared up at my handy work and yelled "CHRISTMAS" while doing this weird circular motion with my arms, as Scott stood looking at me like I was insane. Just wait honey, the Destiny's Child Christmas CD is only days away!

Today I am going to bake my orange spice sugar cookies and use my new snowflake cookie cutters and blue sprinkles. Can't. Wait. Domestic Goddess sent me her mom's famous gingerbread cookie recipe and I have promised to photograph them and email her a picture. I'll probably do those on the weekend, super cookie baker that I am. And no, I have not forgotten about the gift portion of Christmas. Scott and I are going out with his folks on Saturday for our annual trip the Downtown Bay to do our big Christmas shop. And maybe after we will have a Congratulations dinner for me. Because as I will be announcing soon - Congratulations are in order.
Christmas Blog #1 | Christmas Blog #2

Monday, November 29, 2004

Look at that face!

Woof! Gimme a treat!This is my family dog Scout. He lives in British Columbia with my folks. Look at that face! Scout is lovely. He likes to be where the action is - doesn't matter if that is curled up at your feet during happy hour, sitting patiently in the kitchen waiting for you to look the other way so he can eat your fresh baked cookies, or running around the backyard while you mow the lawn. He also loves treats and will remind you each morning at 11am that "HEY, IT'S TREAT TIME! WOOF!". He has a pesky little sister named Coco who is a brown spotted Dalmatian. Scout, being the gentleman that he is, will typically let Coco have her way, which makes all of us feel kind of bad for him when she pushes him out of prime doggy position. She can be a real bitch that one. But Scout still has it pretty good, and he seems to know this. If you look him in the eyes for more than a moment he will take his as a sign that you would like to rub his belly. He will immediately flop on the floor and roll on his back, baring his big barrel chest. If he does this in your presence you will not be able to resist him. I miss Scout - he is the sweetest dog I know (sorry Scout #2).

Sunday, November 28, 2004

6th Annual 'Shake and Bake' Party.

Last night Scott and I went to Joe and Charmaine's holiday kick-off party. It was Scott's turn to be the designated driver and this morning I am still recovering. The party was at Joe and Kevin's house (and yes, that's THE Joe and Kevin - the first couple to have an officially sanctioned gay marriage in Canada). The party was a blast - there was the requisite breaking of glass, yummy home baked goodies, great booze (sour apple martinis are really lethal...) and resulting drunken festivities. Joe put on his silk pyjamas very early in the evening, and as of midnight, our marathoner friend Lee was still convinced he would be going for a run at 10am this morning. Joe's kitty "Daphne" was not very impressed with the drunken humans in her home, and I can't blame her. Scott and I left at around 12:15am - apparently 10 feet away from the car I decided to remove my shoes because my feet were tired and sore. I believe we may have stopped at the 24 hour grocery store on the way home to buy chips and food for breakfast. This morning the chip bag was empty and our couch was covered in crumbs. I asked Scott why my heels were on the coffee table and he said "You know you had a good time when you have to ask that sort of question!".
Edited to add that it looks like I am not the only one in recovery mode this morning - Jennifer and the Head Rabbit were also getting their party on last night.

Friday, November 26, 2004

Christmas Blog #2.

It's a Wonderful Life (best Christmas movie ever)

Christmas is less than one month a way. Did you hear me? Yes, that's what I said. Christmas is less than one month away. Dude.

While I completely appreciate the sentiments of my friend Solitaire, who does not celebrate Christmas by purchasing gifts for loved ones, this is not my reality. Granted, this year (with me currently out of work) we will be dialing it back a notch, to say the least. One of my strategies is to give cookies to my friends and family as part of their gifts. Scott's folks got us an awesome KitchenAid Mixer for our wedding gift (I think this was to encourage me to bake). It is truly wicked and they will certainly benefit from it (especially my brother-in-law). Anyway, on with it! This afternoon I got my bake on. This was my second Christmas cookie baking session - today featuring Cranberry White Chocolate Shortbread. They look really yummy (if you like that buttery/sugary/chocolately goodness type of thing). I even put a little silver damask in the centre of each one to make 'em purdy. Next on my list will be Orange Spice Sugar Cookies - I bought new fancy snowflake cookie cutters and crystal blue sprinkles for them. I am also hoping to make some gingerbread - there is an email out to the one and only Domestic Goddess regarding the best recipe for this (I'll let you know what she says!). I tried to organize a cookie exchange, but I am very selective about who I will exchange with (I'm fickle that way). So, I have a total of one, count 'em ONE person to exchange with. I'm not sure what she is making, but she was one of my bridesmaids and is an extraordinary cook so I know it will be excellent (and I will totally lie to my friends and family and take credit for her baked goods). Last on my list will be my famous Lindt Chocolate Cranberry Almond Bark with White Chocolate drizzled on top (which I have been told is better than sex - which is either a lofty complement, or does not speak well of the sex life of the person who actually admitted this?).

So, outside of actually starting to purchase Christmas gifts, the only other major task is decorating our home. I am usually a December 1st keener (Scott mocks me for this), but this year I'll likely hold off until the weekend of the 4th/5th - at least. I am hoping that we have one more reasonable day to get the outside lights up. A few of our neighbours left theirs up all year and I bet they feel real smart right now (tacky bastards). They were those awful icicle lights that look like a string of never-ending spider legs during the daytime. And to our neighbour who put them up last weekend when it was all bright and sunny out and said to us "Hey guys you should really get your lights up today - it won't be this nice again until April!" - well, screw you. Wow, I am totally in the Christmas spirit, eh?! One last shout out to Sharon who lost her mitt (I hate it when that happens!) and WebGoddess Cathy who sounds like she could use a hug. To quote Cathy "Thank god for Christmas. If it were a person, I would hug it tight".

Thursday, November 25, 2004

You know what I heard about Dick Wolf?

Okay, that's kind of an inside joke in my house. The answer is "Yeah, he has a wolf named Dick!". Absolutely juvenile. We also have names for each of the spin-off shows. Law & Order Criminal Intent is known as "Mr. Ridiculous" and Law & Order SVU is known as "Hottie & Sexy". While I think the reasoning behind both nicknames should be obvious, I will explain. "Mr. Ridiculous" is for Vincent D'Onofrio's character, Detective Robert Goren. This guy is unbelievable. He speaks about 50 different languages. He has the weirdest resume I have ever heard of (well, I once worked as an excavator in the Mayan ruins...this time when I was a journalist in Russia...) and every show, without fail, does this weird/intimidating bend at the hip/stare in the perp's face during the good cop/bad cop interrogations. I have this theory that he is undead - with all of his different life experiences that he draws on to do his job he'd have to be about 500 years old.

Then there is "Hottie and Sexy". Have you ever seen two cops with those kind of good looks? Mariska Hargitay is Hottie and Christopher Meloni is Sexy. I wouldn't mind getting in trouble if either one of these cops showed up at my front door. Sadly, cops in my neck of the woods never seem to look like that. Anyway, I digress. Scott and I are fairly religious L&O watchers. We'll even watch re-runs, with an unspoken game between us to see who can figure out which show we are watching first ("Oh, it's the one where the religious zealot mother goes crazy and kills her baby in the boiler room furnace..."). On Tuesday, we were watching L&O SVU (Hottie & Sexy) and they did that bullshit ending where they don't tell you who did it - you have to go to the NBC website and vote. Did he rape her or didn't he? What the hell? I HATE THAT. HEY DICK - CUT IT OUT - I LIKE MY LAW & ORDER TO COME WITH CLOSURE. They did that on L&O CI (Mr. Ridiculous) earlier this season with that weak storyline featuring Olivia D'Abo (who hasn't been cool since "The Wonder Years"). I know Dick is trying to be edgy and different to compete with the CSI franchise, I GET IT. But I don't like it, I think it sucks.

So, Dick Wolf, this is a message from one of your most faithful viewers. You have my loyalty. I don't even mind that Jerry Orbach is gone because Dennis Farina is AWESOME. I can't wait until Elisabeth Rohm's skinny ass is off the show later this season. But cut out this choose-your-own-adventure-style ending crap. It drives me nuts and leaves me feeling unfulfilled, defeating the entire purpose of sitting on my duff with a rye and ginger for an hour of TV. Okay, I'm glad you know where I stand. And say hi to your wolf named Dick for me.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Punk Rock or Gangsta?

I am eating your soul.My portly cat Bossa has a HUGE attitude. She is mean, she is spiteful, she is bitchy, she hates everyone, she can eat your soul and she is FAT. Lately I have taken to telling her how punk rock she is. Example - after she takes a random "I hate you" swipe at me as I walk by her in the kitchen, I look at her and say, "Oh Bossa, you are so punk rock". And yes, I use that condescending parental voice when I do it. She looks at me and I swear, if she could roll her eyes, she would. Scott and I have been having a debate about my use of the words "punk rock". He feels that to be "punk rock", one must be very skinny (like Billy Idol), that there are no fat (or even chubby) punk rockers. He thinks she is "gangsta". Not being well versed in the punk rock genre, I called on my friend Jennifer to provide me with support documentation to prove my point. She sent me five pictures of punk rock ladies who prove that you don't have to be thin as a rail to be "punk". She says "Bossa is like them because she is tough and unapologetic about not being a skinny minnie". Also, Bossa sleeps on the bar in our basement. I mean, how much more punk rock does it get than sleeping on a bar? So, Scott can take his Biggie, Big Pun, Missy Elliot, and Fat Joe examples and call Bossa "gangsta" all he wants. She will always be my punk rock kitty.

Check out these curvy punk rock chicks:
Tina - lead singer of the very punk Bobbyteens, Mariko Tamaki - very punk author, Pretty, Porky, and Pissed Off - the very punk fat activist group from Toronto, Corin Tucker - lead singer of the very punk Sleater Kinney, and Beth Ditto - lead singer of the very punk Gossip. Rock on ladies!

Monday, November 22, 2004

Wildebeest mainly eat grasses.

Scott has a bit of snoring problem. Actually, he has no problem with his snoring, I do. As the winter kicks in and the air becomes dryer, the sinuses become plugged, my husband turns into what I not-so-fondly refer to as "my baby Wildebeast". I'm not sure why I selected a wildebeast to describe his snoring state, but it seems oddly appropriate (the bull's deep grunts sound like a giant croaking frog...or a snoring male human). His snoring wakes me up at least twice, sometimes three times a night. I have to roll him over on his side and then stick something behind him (usually my elbow) to prevent him from immediately rolling onto his back again into prime snoring position. Scott tells me that on Saturday night, I was snoring, and he had to roll me over in my sleep to get me to stop. Apparently when he told me in my sleepish state that I was snoring, I told him "Well that serves you right because you are a "WILDEBEAST". He recapped this conversation for me the next morning and he said he found it interesting that even in my sleep I managed to turn the situation around so that he was the one who was ultimately at fault. I said, "Well, what do you expect, I'm fickle that way".

Sunday, November 21, 2004

That's GREY, not Gray.

My apologies for not blogging yesterday - it was a very social weekend. Yesterday was our friend Chris' month early surprise 30th birthday party. His birthday is on December 29th - so every year he gets screwed. This year, his wife Jenn thought, what better way to surprise him than to throw his party a month early? I was the designated driver, so I got to be the sober person in a group of drunks. Good times.

Today was the Grey Cup. Not that Scott or I ever watch CFL, but we thought that since Superbowl is over 2 months away we might as well have some folks over to warm up. Cathy, Shane & Stephanie came over and though we had the game on, I had to look up who won on the internet once they left (GO ARGOS!). Definitely more social than sporting. Good times. And since I didn't have to be the DD this time, I am a bit rambly and will be using spell check before I post this to make sure I don't screw it all up. Good night all - talk with you in the morning! Loves, Kat.

Friday, November 19, 2004

She ain't pretty, she just looks that way.

This morning I woke up to find that my lovely cat Bossa had left a dead spider in front of the fridge for me. A gift you say? Probably. Or, she got bored with it when it slipped its mortal coil and stopped running from her. Where's the fun in that? Anyway, I am choosing not to take this dead spider gift as a sign, because I could really use some good luck today. I have a job interview this afternoon - hopefully. I say "hopefully" because it was supposed to be on Wednesday, but it got cancelled last minute due to a client emergency. Which is fine, really, I understand, client comes first, they pay the bills, etc. Though I must say, I felt super cool all dressed up in my suit, new pink blouse, with my makeup done perfect, not a hair out of place - for nothing. So hopefully today will be the day. I was nervous on Wednesday but I don't seem to have it in me to get nervous AGAIN. Lol. I think that if I had this Sex in the City style horseshoe necklace that I would feel much luckier. It seems to have replaced the Tiffany heart necklace as the new must have item. And I thought I didn't know what I wanted for Christmas?

Thursday, November 18, 2004

I like my Bill puffy, with a side of bacon.

Since Bill Clinton's heart surgery, he has lost a significant amount of weight. I've heard many a media outlet describe his new look as "healthy" and "revitalized", and to this I say "WHAT???". Has America become so obsessed with being thin that they can't see that he looks haggard, tired, worn out, and dare I say, old? I prefer my Bill Clinton a little puffy (see picture #2 for "Puffy Bill"). I hope he puts some heart-healthy weight back on. Not through Big Macs mind you, but through some healthy flax seed oil spiked shakes or something. Perhaps it is selfish of me to wish this, but I really do think the man looks better with a little meat on his bones. And while we're on the "puffy" topic, I also think that Oprah would do well to gain back a few pounds. She seems to be a much kinder person when she's in the 12-14 size range. This new under 10 look is not to my liking. Not that I am watching her show - I am not - but I still have to see her big ol' head peering back at me from the cover of her namesake birdcage liner when I'm waiting to pay at the grocery store. She makes me miss Martha Stewart who knows that at some point in a woman's life she has to choose between her face and her fanny, and she chose her face, gawd bless her.

Welcome Back!

See the names have all changed since I been around...
But the game ain't the same since I left out...

I found this picture of Cathy, Sharon and Scott while looking through the archives of Sharon's site Shanghai Mosquito. I have been lamenting for a while now that Sharon has not been blogging much, but now that I have read her latest blog about her constant moving, I understand. By the way, that's Cathy in the middle, Sharon in the green t-shirt and Scott in the front (as usual). I'm not sure who that is in the vest, but she appears to be having a "good time", if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Get Lost.

Have you seen this show? Have you seen it in high-def widescreen? If not, you are totally missing out. Matthew Fox has been hott since he played the overbearing/overburdened brother Charlie on Party of Five. And boy is he ever making up for lost time. Woot! Thank you ABC! Not sure about that whole Desperate Housewives show, but I am loving the controversy of the Monday Night Football spot with Nicolette Sheridan. God bless America, where it is okay to pound the shit out of eachother and those with oil, but it is not okay for a black man to eye the nekkidness of a white woman while America eyes her bare back (at least not in prime time).

Phat & Hott.

My friend Solitaire was kind enough to point me in the direction of the new Baby Phat Pink & Diamond encrusted Motorolla cell phone they came out with (just in time for Christmas!). Now, I know you all know that I love me some pink. And I love sparkly things. But this may be taking things a step too far. I mean, $699USD? Even with the exchange rate being at record highs there is no way I could ever justify getting this phone. So, I'll have to be happy with my pink case and my rockin' Hello Kitty charm. Besides, too much pink may not be such a good thing.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Girl Crush Extraordinaire.

I have always had a "thing" for Scarlett Johansson. I am not sure if I first saw her in "The Man Who Wasn't There" or "Ghost World", but I dug her from the moment I laid eyes on her. While I have to admit there is a definite girl crush aspect to my admiration of Scarlett (Scott never lets me forget that throughout "Lost in Translation" I continuously whispered in his ear "she is SO pretty!") I wouldn't like her to this degree if she didn't give off that super cool/indifferent/awkward/aloof vibe. She also has a beautiful heart shaped face, awesome lips and eyes that you could dive into. And she looks superior in black and white. I almost fell over when I saw the new Calvin Klein Eternity Moment commercial. My goodness. I haven't even laid my nose on that perfume and I just know I must have it. Scarlett Johansson and it's pink too. This should be added to my Xmas wishlist. And while you're at it, throw in a widescreen copy of "Lost in Translation".

Monday, November 15, 2004

Breaking up with Oprah.

There, I've said it. I am breaking up with Oprah Winfrey. This may prove to be as difficult as breaking up with diet coke (which I failed miserably at, thanks to the new "with lime" feature). I have loved Oprah through thick and thin (haha!). I have watched Oprah religiously since I was a teenager. I remember rushing home from highschool with my friend Christine B. to hole up in my bedroom to watch O.W. and drink the aforementioned diet coke and eat chocolate chip cookies until Christine's mom came to pick her up. But it's grown old. I now feel dirty when I'm done sitting through an hour of her shilling her bullshit self-help propaganda "look at me, I had nothing, but I believed" swill. She charges companies money just to give out their products to an audience of greedy shrieking women on her show - and then she takes credit for it. Like the OWS hasn't become an hour long commercial with commercials. The cracking point for me (not the breaking point...) was that "America loves its military" baby shower in - wait for it - Tennessee. (What the hell is Ben Affleck doing in a baby shower show?) The breaking point wasn't the show where she gave away a bunch of cars. The breaking point wasn't the preview to her gawdawful "Oprah's favourite things" Christmas special. It wasn't even when she suggested that America should toss out its closet every season and wear only "clothes that make you feel alive" (wtf does that even mean?). The breaking point was when I finally, begrudgingly, thanks to my mom, got off my ass and read Stephen Lewis' article on Oprah's trip to Africa to visit with AIDS orphans. Go ahead, read it. I dare you to. You'll have five free hours each week that you didn't have before.

Christmas Blog #1.

I know it's early to be thinking about Christmas, but as my mom astutely pointed out last week, Christmas is only 6 weeks away. For people that have to ship gifts to faraway places this means that it is time to a) find out what the heck people desire/need/want/must have, b) go purchase the selected items, and c) wrap/pack/ship to the correct destinations. It is also time to start thinking about Christmas cookie exchanges and Christmas cards.
For the record, I'm not into the pc jargon of "holiday greetings" and all that. If you don't celebrate Christmas, I'm not sending you a card of any type in the month of December. It isn't like you send me a "Happy Hanukkah" card, like, ever.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

A little late to the party.

Scott took me to see Team America last night. I know that the majority of people out there have already seen it, but as usual, we are a little late to the party. I'm not sure what my favourite thing was about this movie - likely the Kim Jung Il character and the constant use of profanity by marrionettes. I will rent the dvd when it comes out to see the uncut version of the marrionette sex scene and the behind the scenes details on how they actually managed to pull this off.

On a slightly different topic, the movie reminded me (not that I'd forgotten) about how deeply sad I am that Bush got "re-elected" President. It gets easier and easier to see why the rest of the world dislikes the US so intensely. I try to remind myself that about 50% of Americans didn't vote for Bush, but that just makes me sorry for them. I try to remember that there are Americans like David Cross and Michael Moore who speak out against their current regime and that gives me hope. But it is still incredibly frustrating to think that even with the last 4 years as an example of what's to come, that this bumbling ass-hat still managed to get voted "back in" to office. My mom was born in the US, but has lived in Canada for over 30 years. I asked her how she felt about the election results and she said "Well, the Nixon years were pretty dark. So were the Raegan years. I expect that the Bush years will prove just as dark". Sigh. Time to go buy one of those ultra-violet lights to keep the sun shining until 2008!

Friday, November 12, 2004

August 28.04.

This is Scott and me after we did the deed. Now our love is recognized by the man.

Newton was right.

After a busy day of fulfilling my role as the "Runner of Errands" I feel surprisingly upbeat. This leads me to believe that Newton was right. An object in motion tends to stay in motion. What I mean specifically is that if you are feeling terrible and you sit at home feeling terrible, nothing will change for you. If you get off your ass and get moving, it's hard to have time to feel so bad.

So, today I picked up the insurance for our new car that we will be taking home tomorrow. It's actually not's a 2001 Camry. But it fits the requirements I blogged about last week. With only 13,200 km on it and 4 year bumper-to-bumper warranty it is a really good car. I think Scott was hoping for something cooler. I told him when we finally get another car he can get a cool car. This one is about being reliable. Anyway, on with my errands...dry cleaning, post office, filled the car up with gas, bought myself a new book which is supposed to inspire me. I'm not usually into self-help books, but this one looks good. I'll let you know.

Also, wait for it - I got a call this morning that I am getting a 3rd round interview at a company I have been in talks with for the past month. Awesome job, really interesting work... cross your fingers for me!

Note - I did not go to the LCBO for fear of being judged. Scott can go later and be judged on my behalf.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Proud Moment.

Because I'm not currently working, I have become our home's "Runner of Errands". Yesterday, one of my errands was to go to the LCBO to buy us some Rye. As I walk into said LCBO, I realize that I am not wearing any makeup and that my left eye is watering from an allergy attack that has been haunting me all day. I must have looked like quite a sight because the woman at the checkout looked at me like I was a total alcoholic. That's right, I'm a desparate housewife going to the liquor store at 11am to get booze. Proud moment. Meanwhile, I'm getting judged by someone who sells alcohol for a living?

Jebus, I gotta get me a job.

Monday, November 08, 2004

Happy Birthday Chris!

Yesterday was my brother in-law Chris' 34th birthday! We celebrated with him last night at Dave & Lorraine's house. Chris is the guy in the picture with the red tie. Handsome genes run in the family, eh? (my husband is the guy standing to his right). Tonight Scott is taking Chris to the Beastie Boys concert at the ACC. Should be a good time - old white dudes watching old white dudes rapping. Rock on!

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Profile picture.

I updated my profile picture. If you are wondering, that is my husband Scott's ear.
Quite a handsome ear if you ask me.

Good money after bad.

We are buying a new car. Well, new to us anyway. My only stipulations are:

1) Must be made by a Japanese car maker of the Toyota/Mazda/Honda persuasion

2) Must not be red (insurance, ouch!)

3) Must be four doors but not a tank

4) Must have less than 15,000km on it

Scott said something about not being too expensive. So, that too. Anyway, we are going to go kick some tires today and attempt to not appear like we don't anything about cars. I already went to the Honda dealership and got all but patted on my head. So, it's not looking good for Honda. I am kind of in love with the zoomzoom car - despite their annoying ad campaign. And that awful little kid. But I'm keeping an open mind - except for the fact that I won't even entertain the idea of an American car. Nope. Been there, done that, broke down in Tonawanda, do not repeat. If you get screwed once - now that's a shame. If you get screwed twice, then that's your own damn fault. I am taking this experience as a message from a greater being, not to be ignored. Besides, I bet Bush has an American car. That's reason enough to steer clear.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Bossa, the behemoth.

Bossa, as previously mentioned, is not a nice cat. Funny thing is, she can be very sweet, when she wants to. Or wants something. But she hates you with the passion of 1,000 hot suns when you dare empty the dishwasher. And she doesn't understand how you could dare to be home during the day when she is supposed to be napping. Ignorant human. And if you pick her up, to put her on a chair, she will immediately swipe at you to show her appreciation. That's just the kind of girl she is.