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2nd funniest video ever

2010-08-19T06:43:00.005-05:00

It was brought to my attention yesterday, that the video I uploaded may not have showed up in your email update as a video (for those who get that service). It would have looked like a bunch of me yabbering on about a video, all dependent on the type of email client you have and wouldn't have made any sense if you didn't click through to my blog and therefore many of you would not have seen the funniest video ever.

So, as an extra added bonus I am uploading ANOTHER video that is a little bit on the avant-garde-video-montage-side. Still funny (in a different way), advantageous dancing (see how many dance moves you can name)... and then I will be taking them both down and putting them back in to the vault.

So, if you're getting this and you can't see a video CLICK HERE and then lets talk about how awesome it all is and how it made you laugh. If you clicked here and saw nothing, I'm sorry you came too late. But I still love you

Dance Dance Dance from The Queen on Vimeo.

BEST VIDEO EVER

2010-08-18T09:00:00.000-05:00

I don't know how to explain what this video is about, aside from saying it's self explanatory. I have to admit that YES, you are looking at what you thinking you are looking at. This video cost a little over $1350.00 dollars to make and that, yes, he may have gotten pink eye.

MONEY MAN from The Queen on Vimeo.

One of the funnest things you will ever see.

2010-08-17T17:25:00.003-05:00

On wednesday august 19th I am going to be posting the funniest video you will EVER SEE. I am going to be uploading it at approximately 9 am eastern standard time.

I have been sitting on this video for over 9 years (talk about commitment) allowing only a handful (and I mean I can count on my left hand the people who have seen this video) since it was video'd.

There are MANY great things about this video that you are going to enjoy.

Stay tuned.

Or just come back here tomorrow at 9am. <--insert coy smile

It's going to be so good.

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15 year old bread machine

2010-08-16T18:15:00.003-05:00

I trust 65 year old handicap man with a note book and pen in his left pocket with his name sewn into the fabric of his work shirt to make ALL of my problems go away. I also trust a small appliance mechanic guy who spends 12 mins with me, making weird sounds to try and determine what is actually wrong with my ceiling fan so I don't have to go out and buy a new one. And doesn't break a sweat when I say part of sound 1, coupled with a little bit of sound 4- looks at me and says something to the effect of "sounds like a flux capacitor bearing issue" (except he used real mechanic talk and not a quote from Back to the Future). I wish he fixed cars too.

I have a new LOVE his name is Gary and his shop doesn't open until 10am. He says that if you can carry it in, he can fix it. He believes that things made now a days are constructed shitty (my word not his) and says you get what you pay for. He doesn't take debit or credit cards but if you want... he still takes a cheque. You can barely get into his shop, he has appliances stacked up 6 feet high (there is a trail to the front cash desk), he has EXCELLENT customer service, and is located at 74 East St, Sault Ste. Marie, ON, Canada. He knows his stuff and I know I am going to regret telling you about him because then I will have to wait longer to get MY stuff fixed because he will be too busy with your stuff.

Did I mention that I AM IN LOVE. <3

Be excellent to each other

2010-08-14T22:56:00.004-05:00

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant 
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-E.E Cummings

things that make me happy

2010-08-07T07:31:00.003-05:00

I love looking at this photo. It makes my heart happy with joy. There's so many great things about it. I'm looking at it and inside immediately my spirit is clapping and giggling.

I've been looking at art blogs lately to take my mind down a couple of notches. And it's working because there are so many beautiful things out there to look at.

Inner thoughts

2010-08-03T20:23:00.005-05:00

My Mom was rushed to the hospital early this morning, late last night... 12 midnight. She's doing much better now. Thanks for being concerned :)

As many of you know I spent a stint in the hospital a while back and of course since she's been in there I have been reliving my old stomping grounds.

When I was in the hospital I didn't want any visitors. I knew that if I had visitors there would be some weird bizarre situation where I ended up assuring the people who came to visit me that everything would be okay. There would be crying and that uncomfortable pause that always ends up happening when the sick person doesn't have energy to speak (or because they are about to fall into a narcoleptic slumber) and the visitor doesn't know what else to say. Plus, those half jammies they give you showed my ass off to anyone who wanted a peek and I wanted THAT to happen in my own time *wink coy smile* with some candles and soft music. I just didn't want to participate in it, I was more interested in focusing on getting better. And not care for others emotions and mental state.

After I was released from isolation and taken off the critical care list I had one friend come and visit (she insisted, she NEEDED to see me) and of course she cried when she laid her eyes on me. I assured her I would be fine, she cried some more, I assured her AGAIN and she cried some more. She saw my ass, gave me a little smack (I roll like that sometimes) we laughed she cried again. The last tears were tears of joy as I laughed and she felt that things would really be okay.

I had the best nurse when I was in the hospital, I've spoken of him in the past. While I sat with my Mom tonight, she fell in and out of sleep, I looked around at the nurses doing shift change and thought about the care I received. I watched the nurses update the new nurses of the cases they would be taking over. I heard them discussing medications, when and where, and thought if they spoke of patient personalities. Patch Adams came to mind and I thought about what IT TAKES to be a nurse. They have to remember SO MUCH (of course they write stuff down), with a limited Dr's list to pull from in our city, the weight of responsibility really falls on them. Sainthood. sainthood.

I brought Shit My Dad Says to read to my Mom. I didn't want the weird silence to follow so I went in with the craziest thing I could think of. She laughed. And then fell asleep mumbling that "that man had a mouth on him." (he does)

Lets be honest, being in the hospital is a scary thing and no one wants to be reminded of just how sick they are and then pack on crazy people visiting and crying and carrying on. It just makes it THAT much more stressful. I understand the emotional'ness of visiting someone in the hospital but wonder why people don't act casual about it. Talk like it's a regular day. One of the things I enjoyed when family and that one friend came to visit, I treated it like a sleep over and got everyone to get INTO the bed with me. I also insisted on them brushing my hair while we laid down (I like that).

Tomorrow I am thinking about bringing a copy of Alchemist and a downloaded copy of Shit my Dad says so she can listen to it in the privacy of her room. He swears a little bit. ha ha

I'M MAKING IT EASY

2010-07-31T20:04:00.005-05:00

For those of you who can't be bothered to bookmark or use you brain to remember this web address to come directly to my blog, just add your email address into that little subscription box off to the side (not the google search box, the OTHER one at the top). I'll come to you, via your email. I won't sell, pass along, or ruin our friendship by whoring your email address out-oh no, I can be trusted.

Pinky swear ;)

p.s- THIS is fun *whispers* keep you eye out for "Kyle" he was some interesting things in his man purse.

YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE

2010-07-31T13:26:00.002-05:00

Subscribe to The Queen of Light and Joy by Email

This a link to make your life easy. Click it, add your email and poof done. Okai, you'll have to verify to prove someone didn't use your email address without you knowing. Your email won't added to some crazy spamming list. I'll keep it private. I've thought of everything for you.

HUMBLED

2010-07-30T07:06:00.003-05:00

I came to an epiphany this morning, I am the father of "Shit my Dad says" in female form. And surprisingly, it doesn't fit into the hand holding, boo-hooing, poor me, bull shit that passes as support and friendship now a days.

I'm calling bullshit on your bullshit.

The thing about being my friend is that I am not going to wrap the truth up in cotton candy and fuffy kittens; if you're acting like a douche bag, I am going to tell you.

I am also not going to put up with stupidity and accept that your idiotic choices are good ones because you need someone to rationalize and support a choice that is based in emotional dysfunction and ignorance.

I also expect the same from you.

DEAR: YOU

2010-07-29T21:26:00.000-05:00

I need you to class it up a little bit.

love
me

Breaking the Facebook cycle

2010-07-25T11:26:00.006-05:00

UPDATE

I just want to thank everyone who has messaged me since my last blog post to tell me what you've done to change your facebook experience. Your words have been inspiring (even though I wasn't trying to start a revolution) and have validated my thoughts.

I've been doing a fair bit of "editing" to my facebook account since I wrote my last blog post. To date I have deleted 203 people off of my friends list (which I just want you to know takes TIME). My initial policy was to start with people who's status updates were negative consistently (or fuelled drama), people who I didn't have access to their walls, and then people who have friended me but haven't had any contact with since we friended (even after I contacted them through messaging or wall posting).

As you know yourself (if you are a facebook user), unfriending someone takes time, you have to physically click to their profile, once you find them via typing in their name or going through your friends list and scroll down and click the delete friend and then authorize it again, once the facebook window appears validating you REALLY want to do this. It's about 3 mins in total. In case you were wondering, and so you don't have to do the math I have spent 10 hours and 9 mins doing this. This is an approximate number because in some cases I paused to THINK about whether or not I REALLY wanted to delete some people, even if they fit into my new set of parameters (I also took a couple of pee breaks), because the rules didn't always fit for everyone. Like my friend Kate, who I talk to on the phone but doesn't always have access to a computer.

It's interesting to me, since starting this little facebook over haul I have gotten some interesting feedback on taking a-banning-facebook-stance because I have indicated that I would like break the cycle of facebook. It has been misinterpreted as an absolute eradication. Which is not the case. I dislike the experience of facebook, or more over I should say that I dislike the personal experience I am having with Facebook presently. I am interested in making changes to audit the experience and focus on cultivating an outcome that I would be more happy with; hence the deletions off my friends list.

Maybe, my final outcome may be to just completely delete my account and never to return. or maybe it may result in whittling down my friends list to include 10 or 20 like minded people. Or maybe I stop at 203 deletes.

My hate for facebook (if you can even call it hate) comes from a need and want to having something more with people I "know." I am actually looking to have intimate, honest, relationships with people who are willing to share, have something to share and use their minds and heart for good. I have faith that people are more then the latest popular trend in social interaction.

And although I do have a dissatisfaction for facebook right now, I am working through it, I am not opposed to making personal changes to alter my perception. I am open to admitting that my frame of mind may have been biased because my experience wasn't the greatest. This will not stop me from making it better for myself and revisiting it over time. I am not locked into to black and white thinking without any greys.

What do you think?

FACEBOOK

2010-07-20T12:36:00.000-05:00

I'm super tired with Facebook; like in the can't-stand-to-even-log-in "tired with Facebook." It's 2 mins out of my life I will never get back.

And the funny thing, is that today, my feelings towards facebook are completely contrary to how I felt when when I first signed up. Back a kabillion years ago, my brother got some special code, or I got some special code, or we broke the code to get into facebook-I can't remember which it was now. He and I were friends with each other FOR MONTHS-just each other, we wrote back and forth on each others walls telling the other to do something exciting. Then, some crazy lady (and when I say crazy I want you to understand she had NO boundaries, she messaged me all the time) who wrote books about vampires living in the "Forks" wanted to be friends with me. I left on a facebook sabbatical shortly there after just to get her out of my hair.

Fast forward several years, and now I have over 700 people on my friends list. I have basically found (or they have found me) a good portion of the people I have gone to high school with, worked with, or have touched my life in one way or another. And now, one of my biggest issues, is the illogical, I-am-a-victim, irresponsible, uneducated, status updates being generated on a daily mass scale. And I wonder "am I really friends with these people." It makes me want to poke my eyes out with a highlighter and punch them in the wrist with my wedding ring hand. It's a lot of boo hoo's and I require your validation-or-pity-status updates. Lets not even get started on the I'M-ON-A-BOAT!! pictures. It makes the vampire author look like a saint.

Can people be so self adsorbed, self centred, and victimized so often?

And I wonder, why?

Years ago, talking on-line with "other people" who were talking on-line and you were considered an alien. Meeting and marrying someone you met on-line and you were considered a social dissident. Now, if you're not on-line interacting with other on-line people and you are considered a Luddite freak. We have gone from a culture of people who feared the detached social attitudes of on-line interaction to a culture who now embraces it, relies on it... flourishes in it. A culture that lights firecrackers under it's ass just to get a response. And Facebook status response's is as much about public opinion as it is about feeding the monster.

And to what end? Most times the opinion being shared in response to the status updates is unhelpful, tongue and cheek, or doesn't fit into the drama fuelled mold that the facebook profiler is churning and mixing. Or worse, it pacifies with hurahs, and at-ta boy/girl. *throws up a little bit* We're all glad you finished writing that essay. GOLD STARS all around!! Thank gawd we have you on that essay writing, without that essay YOU wrote we all would have surely perished.

With all of that said, I am taking a break from facebook. My blood is hot from my participation and I can't take it any more.

The hospital

2010-04-01T07:02:00.004-05:00

Back in Sept 2009 I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. I was VERY sick. But that's not what this post is about. This post is about the AMAZING nurse that I had while I was there.

His name was Steve and I attest my healing to him.

I was VERY scared while I was in the hospital. I had A LOT of machines hooked up to me, bags, injections, pills, coupled with the fact that all of my visitors had to wrap themselves in a hasmat outfit and gloves to enter my bubble.

Steve was gentle, calm, honest and had the softest smile. He answered ALL of my questions (and I had A LOT of questions) in a way that kept me calm, and relieved concern that I would eventually leave the hospital. He never sugar coated the situation, he told me the truth but in a way that never dramatized events. He gave it to me straight and I always respected that; actually I was thankful for it.

On one of the first nights that I was there I woke in the darkness, not sure of where I was and Steve was checking my machines. When I spoke, he held my hand and told me that I was in the hospital and that he was there and everything would be fine. That if I needed him I just had to press this button. For the next 5 days he would come and check on me every hour. It was like every time I saw him he was giving me the strength to get better. His presence gave me just enough magic to believe, to have hope.

I didn't get to see Steve when I was finally released but told myself that I would send him a card telling him that I appreciated everything he did for me.

Yesterday, I found out he passed away. Steve was only a couple of years older then me. I feel like the world has lost an amazing soul. I feel like a little bit of me is gone. I also feel like he gave me a gift. I had the opportunity to meet him and enjoy his gift to the world. He save me in ways I can never express properly.

THE ETSY SITE

2010-03-01T11:17:00.003-06:00

The Etsy site is up and I am selling fun hats!!

http://www.etsy.com/shop/washboardbill

Please feel free to pass the link for the Etsy site around and tell all your friends. I'm sure Washboard Bill would appreciate the traffic and I would appreciate selling my hats.

Thanks!

winter is almost over

2010-02-20T14:05:00.005-06:00

I've been "resting" by making hats.
Winter is almost over but... what ever, they make me happy. I wish there was a recipe for these hats to share with people, but I listen to the yarn and it tells me what to do. I don't really know how to crochet, but I pretend really well. (insert smile)

In other news...

2010-01-10T12:50:00.001-06:00

....Drew and I are going to unplug for the month of February.

No electronics for the entire month. So, if you need to get a hold of us or tell us something feel free to call or send us a letter. Emails will not be answered or looked at for AN ENTIRE MONTH.

I repeat NO ELECTRONIC contact for a MONTH.

This exercise was inspired by 52 projects and the need to re-expand our minds and move from the mundane mindlessness that can happen so easily when you aren't thinking about what you are doing and just doing because you can't think of anything else to do.

I'm excited.

I don't know what the "HABS" stand for

2009-11-26T07:03:00.004-06:00

The other day a friend of mine said that following the Cheese Gurl for so long was kind of weird. I say following the HABS is weird. Never mind what does HABS stand for and why make up a weird name for something? Riiiiiiight, that's what I thought - I don't understand your weird little obsession and you don't understand our little obsession.

For the most part people don't pay attention to commercials (or so they think) but what Olivia Palenstein does is no different then what Angelina Jolie does; well except that Olivia has 30 seconds to get you to like her, trust her and believe her character, Angelina has almost 2 hours. Of course Olivia, like Angelina has designers, copy editors, directors, producers, screen writters, blah blah to aid in pulling off her character and if they fail her, Olivia is screwed.

You see, as a consumer you expect a certain type of "visual quality" and will automatically turn off being open to new products & ideas unless they fit that "established mold." And don't kid yourself, IT IS an established mold and not one you decided on yourself. OH no, the media has been feeding you for years, telling you what to like, how to like it & what order you'll like it in. Commercials ARE the height of YOUR consumerism and within a time frame of 30 seconds are able to sway and manipulate. It is really utter and pure genius.

A good example of this is the "Zoom zoom" kid. When those commercials first started out they showed that cute little kid in that suit close up into the screen saying "zoom zoom." Awww super cute right? Big eyes, shiny brown hair, he's wearing a suit! Those commercials went on for years like that, until, the little kid got so-not-cute-anymore (cuz having a NOT so cute little kid selling you a car, it's what YOU as the consumer wants, never mind WATCHING that little kid grow up-imagine him saying zoom zoom in his ever changing 14 year old voice. You don't want THAT now do you!). So, they started just using his little cute kid voice and not showing the kid at all. And because Mazda had "established" their zoom zoom commercials as fun (listen to the music), bright (they ALWAYS use intense colour), cars constantly moving back and forth (to create a sense of visual movement to keep YOUR eye occupied) actually using a simailar looking kid to say zoom zoom was redundant. Oh no, all they had to do NOW was show you some cars moving back and forth in brightly lite filters with some fun music and say nothing at all but at the end of the commercial SHOW YOU the words "zoom zoom" written out in clouds and you could hear that little boys voice in your head, whispering "zoom zoom."

See, I did it just now, you heard his voice.

Are you feeling ever so slightly taken advantage of yet?

So, yeah, we like watching commercials at my house. We look at company logos, fonts, layout, design, we compare past commercials, we listen to copy, check out the actors companys use, demographics, set design, and we talk about where they went wrong or where they scored. It's called Media Unagi and at our house we are AWARE of our surroundings.

I wonder what THAT conversation sounded like at Cheese Gurl's breakfast table this morning?

2009-11-25T22:34:00.007-06:00

1st I want to thank everyone for their support pertaining to the "Cheese Gurl" quest.
2nd I think she thinks it's a joke OR maybe she's not at that place where sending people autographed photos feels right.
3rd I'm not opposed to begging OR starting a facebook group reaching out to get support from the community to pressure her, I mean show her just how serious I am about getting a signed photograph.

The most recent update:
Last night I sent her this message via facebook after I also tried adding her as a friend, which incidentally she denied today-which I should also add... she denied me as a friend but hasn't blocked me, there's still hope people.

Olivia,
1st I want to tell you that I, along with my husband have been following your career since you did that cheese commercial with that old Scottish man in that grocery documentary monitor style commercial (it was super). 2nd I want to tell you that we think you are great. In a non-creepy way.

Here's what I am hoping you'll be able to help me out with ... I need an autographed photo of you for a Christmas present and I need it to say "Love the Cheese girl" or some rendition of ♥ the cheese gurl, kiss kiss the cheese gurl....I know that sounds even creepier but wait, I have a good reason..

See many years ago when you did that commercial about cheese it made my husband and I laugh -hard- it was a combination of the Scottish mans accent coupled with your shocking response (which was completely believable). It was at the cusp of reality TV and he and I couldn't figure out whether it was real or not (when we first saw it) but we LOVED your tenacity of trying to take the old mans cheese, you had huspah. We remembered that commercial for years afterward and your super acting IN THAT commercial. And of course quoting the Scottish guy's "Not today" response was always fun.

Fast forward several years and many hours of TV watching (not that we freakishly watch TV 24 hours a day). It's become a TV commercial watching game, the first person to see "The Cheese Girl" (aka YOU because we never really knew your name) on TV in a new commercial wins the prize. of. seeing. the. Cheese Girl. in. a .new. commercial; kind of like you've seen the last unicorn. Like a "one up-manship."

Last week my husband made me a bet that I wouldn't be able to find out your name (after all of these years), never mind GET AN AUTOGRAPHED picture of you. After spending a couple of hours on line, using my mad internetz skills I was able to find out your name (thanks to IMDB and that episode you did on Sue Thomas - seriously we're not stalkers) and then by chance find you on facebook.

Anyway... I think it would be super duper if you could help me out with this, think of it as a kind of "helping me win" kind of thing that I get to give at Christmas. Or also known as the "make me a Christmas hero."

Over and out
Zenith

Now, I also want to add that I also found out who her husband is but will keep his name private because it REALLY does show just how good my mad internetz skills are and incidentally I also sent him a facebook message last night also reaching out for his support to get the infamous AUTOGRAPHED PHOTO. I have yet to here back from him.

If I still don't get a response from her by next week I want everyone to know that I am putting up a facebook group and would like everyones support. Until then I will be locating her agency and agent and contacting them in the hopes that they might be able to hook me up and I can just by pass her altogether because maybe all of this attention might be freaking her out and that's the LAST THING I want to do.

I will not be the Christmas hero at all costs, that is NOT how I roll.

CHEESE GURL WE LOVE YOU!!!!

2009-11-24T17:01:00.002-06:00

After spending ONLY moments talking about why we couldn't find her credits on IMDB (after I did that last post) Drew and I did some more talking about her role on Sue Thomas FBI agent, at which point I said tell me everything about the episode you saw the Cheese Gurl on. I NEED to know everything if I am going to find her, consider nothing unimportant.

And then it happened. I went on the IMDB used the find option on my firefox, typed in wedding (because she was in a wedding episode) went through each actress's name google and back tracking on google images and tv.com, hotflix.com, hollywood.com and the plethora of media web sites that upload information about actors so people like me can get a signed photograph.

Now... all I have to do is find her agency so I can get that signed photograph. Please feel free to help me, send suggestions and tell me how awesome I am.

I'm pretty proud of myself right now.

The Cheese Gurl is soooooooooooo elusive #2

2009-11-24T16:21:00.003-06:00

The Cheese Gurl has been in a number of commercials, probably more then Drew and I have seen - a person can only watch so much TV. Of course she was in the notable Cheese commercial, in which Drew and I first feel in love her. She then appeared in a Nabob coffee commercial, then a CIBC commercial touting the wonders and joy of opening a account, then a blah blah blah commercial (we can't keep track)... she has been most recently a Hamburger Helper commercial showing us that we too can save money by using hamburger helper (because of the recession). But that is neither here nor there.

Then of course she was in a Sue Thomas FBI agent episode. Don't ask us how we know that. You'd think that with THIS information we would be able to determine who she is right? It's not like she had a shit role in Sue Thomas FBI agent. She talked a whole bunch and was on camera for like MINUTES! But does she appear on IMDB in the credits? Nooooooooo, no she does not.

So, with information in hand and internetz at my finger tips I did what any person would do if a signed photograph bet was in jeopardy (I’m hoping that I can get it for Christmas, like that would TOTALLY make me the Christmas hero). I emailed CIBC, Betty Crocker, The American Dairy Association, The Canadian Dairy Association (cus I don’t know which country was trying to sell more cheese), and Kellogg Corporation (I think she's friends with the Pilates’ on chick) told them that I had a company (true) and that we would like to use her for a commercial (eventually).

I have yet to hear back from ANYONE on my company email list.

I'm prepared to beg.

I'll wait til Monday.

Cheese girl search #1

2009-11-16T07:02:00.006-06:00

<----okai so I HAD to do it, simply because "everything has been done" and if Drew are at home talking about her, making up games about, dreaming about how great she is... waiting for a new commercial - someone else is too. AND that person probably made a web site about her, I bet THAT person probably has ALL of her commercials recorded & uploaded to Youtube (something, incidentally Drew and I have talked about doing, we planned it once too but ended up falling asleep or having sex I'm not sure which and it didn't end up getting done and then we decided we just liked being surprised by her presence & the idea of her being in the commercialverse). I want you to know that I went through 62 goggle pages before I gave up my 1st search (lets call it my fun search). I came across a bunch of pretend'ies that got me all pumped up, thinking that I could end the search but alas, no. I even came across this site which incidentally, I thought would be to the solution to this journey but as we can see, not so much. To be honest I think it would have been kind of funny if I had found her on my FIRST fun search.

Okai, now onto the real search :)

Cheese changes people lives

2009-11-15T19:02:00.002-06:00

10 years ago on a sunny spring day, Drew and I were flipping around on the channels when he stopped on a lower public tv channel; the number of which completely eludes me right now. It was on that channel we watched a commercial which would change and evolve our lives in ways that we can't even begin to discuss.

The commercial we watched that day was about the Ontario dairy industry and to be even more detailed - cheese in particular. It was done in a reality-tv-security-monitor style which took place inside of a grocery store. A very older Scottish man and younger woman stared in the commercial.

The commercial made us laugh. The commercial made us create jokes that have lived on for the past 10 years. We quote lines from that commercial. That ONE commercial created a game between Drew and I; a sort of 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon commercials. THAT commercial created a very unnatural obsession with the woman we so lovingly call "The Cheese Girl."

You probably don't know her, but you've seen her (if you watch tv commercials). Over the past 10 years shes been a number of commercials and she's even done a couple of tv shows. We've been keeping track.

A couple of nights ago, while laying in bed having our "nightly chat under the blankets," Drew double dog dared me to finally, after all of these years to find out her name. Okai, he didn't actuallly double dog dare me, he said it couldn't be done. He said I could never do it... I through in the "I'll get you an autographed photo of her & get her to sign it <3 the cheese girl." Then I said "bet me, bet me I can't do it. Come on double dog dare me."

He laughed.

This is the journey of how I am going to do it.
My tecnique.
My findings.

and when it's all done, I am going to upload the SIGNED photograph image.

then you'll ALL clap, send me emails telling me how awesome I am.

whats that thing called again?

2009-08-13T20:56:00.003-05:00

Me: whats that called again? The whore tag?
Drew: what are you talking about?
Me: that thing on the back of girls bums. that inkie thing. The slut mark?
Drew: do you mean the "tramp stamp?"
Me: YAH! that's it! ha ha ha ha
Drew: hee hee the slut mark.

wonders if...

2009-07-29T22:51:00.002-05:00

... Spike Lee knows how much he comes off as being a douche bag in interviews. I can't tell if he IS a douche bag or if he just comes off as a douche bag because it's an interview and when you're doing an interview you are really selling something - and that's usually yourself.
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also, does anyone else want the Idomo guy to hot iron his beard?

FULL OF AWESOME

2009-06-26T07:50:00.004-05:00

THIS is the note Drew made and put up on his door at work yesterday before he left for his mini vacation or as we like to refer to it at my house "the sleepy time til you're rested nap time"

Of course it is full of awesome and made me laugh for a solid 15 minutes when he showed it to me.

This note alone should make you jealous that I have him all to myself and you don't.

Transcription of the 2005 Kenyon Commencement Address - May 21, 2005

2009-06-25T09:54:00.002-05:00

(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I'd advise you to go ahead, because I'm sure going to. In fact I'm gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings ["parents"?] and congratulations to Kenyon's graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?"

This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories. The story ["thing"] turns out to be one of the better, less bullshitty conventions of the genre, but if you're worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise, older fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don't be. I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning.

Of course the main requirement of speeches like this is that I'm supposed to talk about your liberal arts education's meaning, to try to explain why the degree you are about to receive has actual human value instead of just a material payoff. So let's talk about the single most pervasive cliché in the commencement speech genre, which is that a liberal arts education is not so much about filling you up with knowledge as it is about quote teaching you how to think. If you're like me as a student, you've never liked hearing this, and you tend to feel a bit insulted by the claim that you needed anybody to teach you how to think, since the fact that you even got admitted to a college this good seems like proof that you already know how to think. But I'm going to posit to you that the liberal arts cliché turns out not to be insulting at all, because the really significant education in thinking that we're supposed to get in a place like this isn't really about the capacity to think, but rather about the choice of what to think about. If your total freedom of choice regarding what to think about seems too obvious to waste time discussing, I'd ask you to think about fish and water, and to bracket for just a few minutes your skepticism about the value of the totally obvious.

Here's another didactic little story. There are these two guys sitting together in a bar in the remote Alaskan wilderness. One of the guys is religious, the other is an atheist, and the two are arguing about the existence of God with that special intensity that comes after about the fourth beer. And the atheist says: "Look, it's not like I don't have actual reasons for not believing in God. It's not like I haven't ever experimented with the whole God and prayer thing. Just last month I got caught away from the camp in that terrible blizzard, and I was totally lost and I couldn't see a thing, and it was fifty below, and so I tried it: I fell to my knees in the snow and cried out 'Oh, God, if there is a God, I'm lost in this blizzard, and I'm gonna die if you don't help me.'" And now, in the bar, the religious guy looks at the atheist all puzzled. "Well then you must believe now," he says, "After all, here you are, alive." The atheist just rolls his eyes. "No, man, all that was was a couple Eskimos happened to come wandering by and showed me the way back to camp."

It's easy to run this story through kind of a standard liberal arts analysis: the exact same experience can mean two totally different things to two different people, given those people's two different belief templates and two different ways of constructing meaning from experience. Because we prize tolerance and diversity of belief, nowhere in our liberal arts analysis do we want to claim that one guy's interpretation is true and the other guy's is false or bad. Which is fine, except we also never end up talking about just where these individual templates and beliefs come from. Meaning, where they come from INSIDE the two guys. As if a person's most basic orientation toward the world, and the meaning of his experience were somehow just hard-wired, like height or shoe-size; or automatically absorbed from the culture, like language. As if how we construct meaning were not actually a matter of personal, intentional choice. Plus, there's the whole matter of arrogance. The nonreligious guy is so totally certain in his dismissal of the possibility that the passing Eskimos had anything to do with his prayer for help. True, there are plenty of religious people who seem arrogant and certain of their own interpretations, too. They're probably even more repulsive than atheists, at least to most of us. But religious dogmatists' problem is exactly the same as the story's unbeliever: blind certainty, a close-mindedness that amounts to an imprisonment so total that the prisoner doesn't even know he's locked up.

The point here is that I think this is one part of what teaching me how to think is really supposed to mean. To be just a little less arrogant. To have just a little critical awareness about myself and my certainties. Because a huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. I have learned this the hard way, as I predict you graduates will, too.

Here is just one example of the total wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe; the realist, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely think about this sort of natural, basic self-centeredness because it's so socially repulsive. But it's pretty much the same for all of us. It is our default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: there is no experience you have had that you are not the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is there in front of YOU or behind YOU, to the left or right of YOU, on YOUR TV or YOUR monitor. And so on. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent, real.

Please don't worry that I'm getting ready to lecture you about compassion or other-directedness or all the so-called virtues. This is not a matter of virtue. It's a matter of my choosing to do the work of somehow altering or getting free of my natural, hard-wired default setting which is to be deeply and literally self-centered and to see and interpret everything through this lens of self. People who can adjust their natural default setting this way are often described as being "well-adjusted", which I suggest to you is not an accidental term.

Given the triumphant academic setting here, an obvious question is how much of this work of adjusting our default setting involves actual knowledge or intellect. This question gets very tricky. Probably the most dangerous thing about an academic education -- least in my own case -- is that it enables my tendency to over-intellectualize stuff, to get lost in abstract argument inside my head, instead of simply paying attention to what is going on right in front of me, paying attention to what is going on inside me.

As I'm sure you guys know by now, it is extremely difficult to stay alert and attentive, instead of getting hypnotized by the constant monologue inside your own head (may be happening right now). Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about quote the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master.

This, like many clichés, so lame and unexciting on the surface, actually expresses a great and terrible truth. It is not the least bit coincidental that adults who commit suicide with firearms almost always shoot themselves in: the head. They shoot the terrible master. And the truth is that most of these suicides are actually dead long before they pull the trigger.

And I submit that this is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense. Let's get concrete. The plain fact is that you graduating seniors do not yet have any clue what "day in day out" really means. There happen to be whole, large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration. The parents and older folks here will know all too well what I'm talking about.

By way of example, let's say it's an average adult day, and you get up in the morning, go to your challenging, white-collar, college-graduate job, and you work hard for eight or ten hours, and at the end of the day you're tired and somewhat stressed and all you want is to go home and have a good supper and maybe unwind for an hour, and then hit the sack early because, of course, you have to get up the next day and do it all again. But then you remember there's no food at home. You haven't had time to shop this week because of your challenging job, and so now after work you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It's the end of the work day and the traffic is apt to be: very bad. So getting to the store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there, the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it's the time of day when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery shopping. And the store is hideously lit and infused with soul-killing muzak or corporate pop and it's pretty much the last place you want to be but you can't just get in and quickly out; you have to wander all over the huge, over-lit store's confusing aisles to find the stuff you want and you have to maneuver your junky cart through all these other tired, hurried people with carts (et cetera, et cetera, cutting stuff out because this is a long ceremony) and eventually you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out there aren't enough check-out lanes open even though it's the end-of-the-day rush. So the checkout line is incredibly long, which is stupid and infuriating. But you can't take your frustration out on the frantic lady working the register, who is overworked at a job whose daily tedium and meaninglessness surpasses the imagination of any of us here at a prestigious college.

But anyway, you finally get to the checkout line's front, and you pay for your food, and you get told to "Have a nice day" in a voice that is the absolute voice of death. Then you have to take your creepy, flimsy, plastic bags of groceries in your cart with the one crazy wheel that pulls maddeningly to the left, all the way out through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive, rush-hour traffic, et cetera et cetera.

Everyone here has done this, of course. But it hasn't yet been part of you graduates' actual life routine, day after week after month after year.

But it will be. And many more dreary, annoying, seemingly meaningless routines besides. But that is not the point. The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing is gonna come in. Because the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I'm gonna be pissed and miserable every time I have to shop. Because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me. About MY hungriness and MY fatigue and MY desire to just get home, and it's going to seem for all the world like everybody else is just in my way. And who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are, and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line. And look at how deeply and personally unfair this is.

Or, of course, if I'm in a more socially conscious liberal arts form of my default setting, I can spend time in the end-of-the-day traffic being disgusted about all the huge, stupid, lane-blocking SUV's and Hummers and V-12 pickup trucks, burning their wasteful, selfish, forty-gallon tanks of gas, and I can dwell on the fact that the patriotic or religious bumper-stickers always seem to be on the biggest, most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest [responding here to loud applause] (this is an example of how NOT to think, though) most disgustingly selfish vehicles, driven by the ugliest, most inconsiderate and aggressive drivers. And I can think about how our children's children will despise us for wasting all the future's fuel, and probably screwing up the climate, and how spoiled and stupid and selfish and disgusting we all are, and how modern consumer society just sucks, and so forth and so on.

You get the idea.

If I choose to think this way in a store and on the freeway, fine. Lots of us do. Except thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic that it doesn't have to be a choice. It is my natural default setting. It's the automatic way that I experience the boring, frustrating, crowded parts of adult life when I'm operating on the automatic, unconscious belief that I am the center of the world, and that my immediate needs and feelings are what should determine the world's priorities.

The thing is that, of course, there are totally different ways to think about these kinds of situations. In this traffic, all these vehicles stopped and idling in my way, it's not impossible that some of these people in SUV's have been in horrible auto accidents in the past, and now find driving so terrifying that their therapist has all but ordered them to get a huge, heavy SUV so they can feel safe enough to drive. Or that the Hummer that just cut me off is maybe being driven by a father whose little child is hurt or sick in the seat next to him, and he's trying to get this kid to the hospital, and he's in a bigger, more legitimate hurry than I am: it is actually I who am in HIS way.

Or I can choose to force myself to consider the likelihood that everyone else in the supermarket's checkout line is just as bored and frustrated as I am, and that some of these people probably have harder, more tedious and painful lives than I do.

Again, please don't think that I'm giving you moral advice, or that I'm saying you are supposed to think this way, or that anyone expects you to just automatically do it. Because it's hard. It takes will and effort, and if you are like me, some days you won't be able to do it, or you just flat out won't want to.

But most days, if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up lady who just screamed at her kid in the checkout line. Maybe she's not usually like this. Maybe she's been up three straight nights holding the hand of a husband who is dying of bone cancer. Or maybe this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the motor vehicle department, who just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a horrific, infuriating, red-tape problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course, none of this is likely, but it's also not impossible. It just depends what you what to consider. If you're automatically sure that you know what reality is, and you are operating on your default setting, then you, like me, probably won't consider possibilities that aren't annoying and miserable. But if you really learn how to pay attention, then you will know there are other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, hot, slow, consumer-hell type situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that made the stars: love, fellowship, the mystical oneness of all things deep down.

Not that that mystical stuff is necessarily true. The only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're gonna try to see it.

This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship.

Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship -- be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles -- is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.

Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful, it's that they're unconscious. They are default settings.

They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing.

And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along in a pool of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving and [unintelligible -- sounds like "displayal"]. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.

That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.

I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. You are, of course, free to think of it whatever you wish. But please don't just dismiss it as just some finger-wagging Dr. Laura sermon. None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death.

The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death.

It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over:

"This is water."

It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive in the adult world day in and day out. Which means yet another grand cliché turns out to be true: your education really IS the job of a lifetime. And it commences: now.

I wish you way more than luck.

who the fuck is this guy and why does he have MAD SKILLS!!!

2009-04-26T13:54:00.004-05:00

WHO IS THIS DUDE AND WHY DOES HE HAVE MAD SKILLS !!!

Dear: Dude with the mad skills,

Thank you for blowing my mind. It's been a while and to be perfectly honest, I needed a little mind blowing. You did it in the most romantic way too... with your MAD ARTSY MASTERY SKILLS.

Thats' hawt. Will you marry me?

love hugs and kisses
The Queen

There is magic in the air

2009-04-22T22:55:00.001-05:00

I have magic back in my life.

Timmy is a communist

2009-04-22T07:08:00.000-05:00

a line in the sand

2009-04-21T08:52:00.000-05:00

Recently, I had something happen to me that really pissed me off.

I was so hurt and frustrated.

I tried REALLY hard not to be angry about it, I tried to be understanding and forgiving. My brother had even spoken to me about forgetting, forgiving and letting go - and I tried that but it didn't work.

I have thought about why I was so upset by the situation and why I got angry and have come to the conclusion that it comes down to mutual respect, courtesy and just manning up to what YOU are responsible for.

I KNOW the situation would have been different if the person had called or emailed me and said you know what I am sorry this has happened and that it has taken me so long to rectify this situation (because I have stuff going on in my life that is out of my control) but I am going to make this right for you because I was the one who took responsibility in the first place. And I am going to do that in "this time frame."

Cuz had they done THAT I would have waited indefinitely.

But that never happened.

And I have no idea why that never happened.

Since then, I have had a couple of people talk to me about possessions and those possessions JUST being possessions. And that in the grand scheme of things, possessions mean nothing. I get that but at what point do possessions become the metaphor for how you treat a person. Although, some people don't see a car as being a important item in a persons life (namely me) but what if you wrecked someones car and never gave that person money to fix said car? And what if that person didn't have enough money to replace that car? What if that car was the car they used to travel 50kms everyday to work. What if that car was the car someone used to make money to support their family and by wrecking it, you, by virtue of wrecking it was taking food out of their children's mouth? You'd feel pretty shitty. Or maybe you wouldn't because you didn't know that's how much that car meant to them.

I have learned a lot and had to make some hard decisions since this started. One of the things that I am taking out of this situation is how this person feels about me. Cuz if they had mutual respect for me and didn't think I was a shit head they would have called me and had THAT conversation with me because they knew I was understanding and flexible. But they didn't. They ignored my emails. Never called me and never talked to me about it. And that makes me sad. Sad that they didn't feel they could have that conversation with me, that I was WORTH that conversation and that they, as my friend could come to me and make things right.

On the one hand I am glad this has happened because I want people in my life who are adding to my world, have the same ideologies and want to share that with me and want to treat me the same way I treat them. Cuz when this happened I didn't freak out at all, I was understanding and forgiving because mistakes happen - it was when they showed me that I wasn't worth it that I started to freak out.

And I need to draw a line in the sand for shit like that, keep it on your side of the line.

Ashton what r u doing?

2009-04-17T07:07:00.003-05:00

I like Ashton Kutcher. He's a pretty good guy. He made me laugh in "Punked" and I say, hey you wanna love a gorgeous cougar - go for it. But I gotta say Ashton you really let me down.

He's on twitter right now pulling some crazy contest on him getting 1 million followers and then he'll donate a bunch of mosquito nets to stop malaria.

I think it's a bunk punk.

I love that he wants to donate the nets. That's cool. And bringing attention to the malaria plight via a 2 year old twitter contest is old and done. I guess to some extent I expect him to be more "with the times." I think one of the things that makes me even crazier about this contest is this video . I keep watching it thinking that they DON'T LOOK cool at all. PLUS I think, if you're a kabillionaire why don't you just donate the money because you can. Why does he have to parade himself and his wife licking dog via the web? And is it just me or do they all sound and act drunk?

I've never been kissed & I live with my cat pebbles - I AM GOING TO ROCK YOU

2009-04-16T06:50:00.002-05:00

so amazing

You know you're a vegan . . . when

2009-03-30T07:38:00.002-05:00

Last night as I we were clicking through the channels we stopped on X-weighted. The exercise guru was going through a new diet with this girl who didn't need to lose any weight (but she felt she was too big for her wedding or what ever) and she had a bunch of plates of food out on the counter to visually show the girl what her menu plan was going to look like and I shit you not, on one plate there was 4 SPEARS OF ASPARAGUS along with some other piddly veggies and 4 ounces of chicken. And I looked at Drew and said "WOW, that girl is going to starve" and Drew looks at me as says "I don't care about the chicken but AH CAN I HAVE MORE VEGGIES!!"

Even I falter & need reminders that life is magical

2009-03-20T08:21:00.000-05:00

Being a vegan makes you take a BIG CRAZY shit in the first week

2009-03-13T22:11:00.003-05:00

Everyone who knows me (and Drew) knows how much being a vegan has changed our lives. So, for the rest of you here is one of my favorite recipes. Feel free to eat ALL OF IT.

Red Lentil & Sweet Potato Soup

2 small onions - chopped
1/2 tea spoon ground cumin
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
4 cups low sodium vegetarian broth
2 cups cubed peeled sweet potatoes
2/3 cup red lentils - rinsed
1 tea spoon lemon juice
white pepper to taste

cook everything until the sweet potatoes are soft and then blend the shit out of everything until it is smooth like a cream soup

makes 6 servings - 185 calories, 10 g protein, 36 g carbohydrates, 4 g sugar, 1 g total fat, 3% calories from fat, 0 mg cholesterol, 6 g fiber, and 100% goodness

God loves us a lot

2009-03-10T22:14:00.005-05:00

Me: You know being an Aries makes us special.
My brother: It's true, we really are special.
Me: We understand things about the world that other people don't get or even think about. Like giving to other people because it's the right thing to do.
My brother: And we have a magic power that makes us know things that other people just don't get. Like having loyalties to people who are important in your life and doing things to help them out, make their life better BY HELPING them - because you can. If you have the power you should use it.
Me: It's cuz we're the bosses of our own world, we make the rules. So, we know how to break them and the order of "the man" and how he tricks you into thinking you can't break them - but we know better.
My brother: Could you imagine if we weren't in charge of our own world, the craziness that would go on.
Me: I don't even want to imagine it, just thinking about maybe thinking about it is giving me the willies. I think I saw something dark in the corner, I feel very blair witchy right now. Did you see THAT?
My brother: I did. I know, lets make a list of all the things we love and then read them back to each other. When we make the list, lets just make the list till we exhaust ourselves with our love list. Lets not put limitations on the love list - lets just go for it. And let the love pour out.
Me: OKai!! That sounds like fun (claps), lets do that and then lets tickle each other till someone either laughs so hard drool comes out or laughs so hard their face and stomach hurts.
My brother: YaY for tickling!! (claps) . . . I love making lists.
Me: Me too. I also love cheese.
My brother: ME TOO. Did you know that GOD made cheese solely for the enjoyment of Aries.
Me: I believe it, GOD loves us LOTS.
My brother: I think I saw a dead sea scroll outlining something about that...
Me: I saw the same one JUST last week.

My new loves

2009-03-09T18:40:00.003-05:00

I guess in my mind I think other people are doing the same things as me and believe the same things as me. Like not using/buying plastic. I consciously try to ONLY buy glass. I like glass. I also like metal. Here are some of my favorites.

Stuff to put food in
Store stuff in your fridge
Glass Water bottle
Stainless Steel Water bottle

I feel better knowing that chemicals aren't oozing into our bodies.

over heard

2009-02-25T15:02:00.002-06:00

Jessie: You know what fucking pisses me off?
Me: What?
Jessie: That someone like this, could put something like this up on etsy and IT SELLS. People actually pay for this shit.
Me: Show me.
Jessie: *turns her laptop so I can see the etsy site she's creepin*
Me: W O W. You're right, that is shit. It's cute but it's not really professional in any way shape or form. And NOT worth the money.
Jessie: Yah and you know what? I could do this fucking shit and put it up on etsy and get the fucking 20 bucks that this chick is getting and no one would be the wiser because PEOPLE ARE BUYING THIS SHIT.
Me: Yah, you should do that.
Jessie: I am. You should have seen the caterpillar I drew last night. It fucking rocked.

Multiple

2009-02-24T15:45:00.004-06:00

I'm not even willing to discuss the octuplets, unless you are willing to talk about the Duggars.
Nadia may have a distorted sense of how having multiple children is going to fill her love void, but Michelle is going to lose it on all of "hers" any day now and Jesus told her to do it.

canadianana

2009-02-21T17:49:00.002-06:00

Me: *watching opening credits of Zack & Miri make a porno* That makes me crazy, who would be stupid enough to wear a hockey jersey to bed. Like, that's just stupid. Polyester up against my skin while I sleep. Gross.
Drew: Ahhhh, *whisper* I don't know if you are aware of where we live or not but we could get kicked out of the country for even THINKING about talking about this.

getting ready

2009-02-14T14:57:00.004-06:00

It's called a chocolate cherry tomato, and you probably have never seen one or even heard of it. It's a heirloom seed and it's soooooooooooo gorgeous. I can't wait to grow it and eat it.

I'm getting ready for the summer time.

I think I have spring fever.

I think I am also glad that my life is better then it was only 2 weeks ago. Free from toxic things, people, and cheese. I feel free and soooooooooo much lighter. It's amazing what happens when you do some light cleaning around your temple, and get rid of (or at least don't fight against the storm) things that are only holding you down and back. Things are so much simpler around here and back to the NO DRAMA defcon level. With good ol'belly laughing and love. I have the things in my life that ARE TRULY IMPORTANT. <3 Mmmm love.

Thanks to those who shared their wisdom and showed patience.

THE BEST KITTEN VIDEO EVAAAAAAR

2009-02-12T06:45:00.003-06:00

MY brother sent this to me, and I'm glad that he knows what kinds of things will make me laugh and laff and laugh some more and then find myself laughing so hard that at one point during the laughing spit is coming out of my mouth but I am having a hard time wipping it away because I am laughing so hard ahahahahahahahaha

THIS IS A RANT - turn the other way if you're not into that today

2009-02-08T19:56:00.003-06:00

I'm kinda pissed at the people who were pissed at me because I didn't double check my life with them to see if it was okay that I went to Bucharest. Not a, hey have a good time, be safe, don't talk to Romanian kidnappers who will put you in a prostitution ring, or don't eat the cabbage. No, all I get is "why the hell didn't you tell me." "You're just going to take off."

Hows about this, and I know this is going to hurt, but I don't tell you a lot of stuff.

And this is where my hurt and pissed'ness really stems for me. If you knew anything about me, you would have known about Bucharest and you would have known about Chile too. You'd know more then I have an unhealthy addiction with cheese. And you would know these things because you have talked to me, are in the process of building a relationship with me, you like having conversations and you're not just relying on reading my blog to "know me." Just to review, my blog is not a good way to "know me" or find out about me. My blog is lots of things, it's good entertainment and to a certain extent a small window into my life but it is not, I repeat, it is not good way to get to know me.

If you want to get to know me, you should call me on the phone, go out of coffee with me or join me in breakfast. You'd spend more time asking questions, listening and gawd forbid spending less time focusing on yourself. I want you to know something and this is going to come as surprise to you because I am NOT like most of the people around you - but I see YOU. You do not need to prove anything to me. I SEE YOU.

And just so you know . . . I am planning a trip to Barcelona, I have to go pee, and I am I going to read before bed.

I forgot how great this was

2009-02-08T19:17:00.001-06:00

this video reminds me how I like living my life and how great I feel when I remember this is who I am.

dute in branza!

2009-02-06T07:25:00.005-06:00

Which is go eat some cheese in Romanian (or something like that) I think it actually has something to do with eating cheese if you're an American. But that is neither here nor there. It's about cheese and that's ALL THAT'S IMPORTANT.

Last night after thinking that I would fall into a narcoleptic slumber in my hotel bed I took up an invitation to attend a romanian rave. Like what the fuck was I thinking? Seriously.

Okai, I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking "What the hell did I have to lose." I was tired, true, but the thought of hanging with a bunch of rave kids (at my age) seemed so impossible NOT to do. First, I'm hawt. Second I don't look my age and third, I had brought some killer boots JUST for this exact situation. Truth be told, I was hoping that I would get invited to a Bucharest rave - Romanian style. Even in Canada there are stories "on the street" about their raves. And fourth - I don't have any kids or anyone to answer to, I could do what ever I wanted . . . where ever. DUTE IN BRANZA!! And let me tell you I am eating A LOT of cheese. Along with weird fried things. And water, OMG fresh spring water, the likes that my lips have never touched in it's entire life.

First, I should tell you - the Romanians are NOT known for their laughing. I had a hard time telling jokes and being friendly with these people. (Nishna humour is LOST on these people). Secondly, you should know that Romanians like their booze and once drunk - laugh their asses off. I met two dudes Bogdan & Cosmin who told me that "they would show me a good time." My boots where working their magic. *wink wink* Thank gawd I remembered to bring them; not charge my camera battery but bring the boots. lol Where was Donna with her extra battery when I needed her.

First, we started off at Iancului and went along Pache Protopopescu. (this is in bucharest and did I spell this right??) Theres a bunch of girls standing on corners waving. Apparently, as Borgen tells it we'er not supose to stop and chat it up with them because it's not safe to get close because of something or other. There's bad men waiting or someone will steal you away or something about some fable with snow lepards. I'm not too sure what he was saying. His accent was REALLY thick. But it's bad, really bad.

We went to the Shaorma shop on a corner (I can't remember the name) and ate. There were A LOT of romanians talking about roma, politics, culture and football. Even here, guys are in love with their sports. Some of it was in english and most of it was in romanian. Everyone loves me because ... (see first list above) and they had a lot of questions for me about Canada. Cosmin, was quite the athority on "indians" and did A LOT of talking about cowboys and shot-em-outs. He also wanted me to make him some silver jewelery even though I kept telling him that was the N-A-V-A-J-O-S and I was NOT Navajos.

After we finished there we went along through the center is Bucharest, we past the university and saw a bunch more girls standing outside. I would bet to say that there's a far bit of "down low action" happening. But i don't have any real facts on that *wink smile* We kept driving because Cosmin said that we would be meeting people in the "meeting place." And meeting place did he mean. Seriously, if people "met" like this in the city I was from there would be NO COMPLAINING that there was NOTHING TO DO.

Then we hit the rave.

I don't really remember much after that . . . I did how ever wake up with some of clothes missing, dried jello on my face, and someone had written cheze <3 on my arm. I think I might have done that but I'm not sure. And I was holding what "I think" are Romanian phone numbers in my hand.

I'm thinking about coming home early. lol

why romania?

2009-02-05T07:02:00.003-06:00

One of my sisters asked me "why romania" and normally my answer would be why not romania?

With that said, Romania is a great metaphor for how I am feeling right now; it is filled with monasteries, weird deep fried food, medieval towns, the blood sucker Dracula, horse n carriages spot the roads and a return plane ticket to Romania is cheaper then you think. $487 bucks.

So, why not Romania.

I just recently lost a friend of mine and when I say lost I mean she broke up with me. This occasionally happens to me. There are a handful of people I meet along the journey of life that are unable to step up in the friendship. They are normally not as emotionally evolved as their age would suggest and their biggest complaint about me is that my morals are too high to live up to.

I'm still not too sure what that means.

Being in Romania is helpful in the sense that I am able to ponder my place in the world, how I "fit," and inevitably my purpose. Also, being in another place allows me the freedom to BE IN THAT PLACE. Like a good book I am somewhere else. It brings perspective because everything is foreign and new - a person has to focus on themselves because it is really the only thing they know.

Now, you know my secret.

Part of a lost generation

2009-01-31T11:34:00.000-06:00

A day of home made cheese macaroni eats

2009-01-26T07:35:00.005-06:00

Yesterday I spent the day with a friend of mine, her family and a good friend of hers. I got there at 11am and didn't leave until 7:30pm. 8 1/2 hours of chill'in like I haven't in some time and eating of homemade yumminess. None of it was vegan, I wasn't complaining.

I went so we could take pictures of her. After years of having the longest hair ever, she is cutting it this morning and donating it to locks of love. She wanted to be able to look back on this time (of long hair) and celebrate it.

We went out to lake superior, she in her lingerie and skivvies and me wrapped up in -40 long johns like no ones business.

We stood on the lake with the wind blowing hard she never complained once and in between shots we got in the car and warmed up and talked about how cold we really thought it was. Living in the north brings people together and good shoot locations, with excellent results.

I doubt you'll be able to tell her age. Living northern style and outside is definitely a recipe for good living.

But I have a brother in law whos cubean... i like everyone

2009-01-23T20:38:00.001-06:00

I don't even know where to start with this fuck tard

Dear Zappos Canada

2009-01-21T18:26:00.007-06:00

Dear Zappos Canada,

I love you.
I want to marry you and have your babies.
In all my life I have never been so romanced and loved the way you did tonight. Tonight was magical. I am going to forever refer to this night as the night that I found true love.

I have to be honest and tell you that I have never been a big shoe lover. I do not run with the Sexy in the City shoe lovers crowd. I have never uttered "come here beautiful" when passing a Jimmy Cho window front.

Zappos... it has nothing to do with you, it's been me.

See, I'm a giant. And giants have giant feet and aside from boy shoes and weird work boots it is almost impossible to find a shoe in my size. I just never knew what you could offer me. How you could add to my life and not leave me rejected and deflated.

But I'm over that now. G A W D I am totally over that now. Now, I want to sing your praises. I want to tell everyone how special you are, how you have thought of me and my needs, how you want to give back to me, love me, take care of me and you want to show me EVERYTHING you are about. I love how you show me ALL aspects of your shoes and you do it so seamlessly!! Roll over images, could it get any better then that!! I think not. Extensive shoes description, sizing, selection, affordable pricing, colours, excellent reviews, AND a glossary for those first time shoe buyers.

Zappos I'm impressed.

I am SO IMPRESSED with you that I am going to exclusively do ALL of my foot covering shopping with ONLY YOU. Now, that we have met I couldn't even think of two timing you with someone else. Just the thought of shopping somewhere else send shivers up my spine.

Zappos, lets never break up, lets always love each other this way.

love hugs and kisses <3
The Queen

Jukka (22)

2009-01-18T21:33:00.003-06:00

"I'm wearing a Diesel shirt, Nudie jeans and boots and a brooch from Vesa's wardrobe. I'm inspired by living my life in the moment."

via HEL LOOKS

side note: I'm obsessed with this web site.

over heard @ our house this morning

2009-01-18T08:35:00.003-06:00

ME: How you feelings this morning, is your belly any better today?
DREW: Yah, I just wanna let you know that I won't be eating anymore of that, so do with it what you will.
ME: Hey, 'member when you threw up all that bacon
DREW: Yah, that was a really dark time in my life.

My broth'a

2009-01-14T08:08:00.002-06:00

Wishes we had call waiting.

He also was the only one who gave me books for Christmas. But that is neither here nor there. I love Edward.

Yesterday, he tried to get a hold of me so we could go out for breakfast but I was on the phone with one of our older sisters, chat'in up a storm. When I finally called him back (because he emailed me to tell me that he wanted to go for breakfast) he insisted that he would give us the three bucks a month it costs to get the calling waiting feature so he wouldn't have to go through that experience again of not being able to NOT get a hold of me because it was busy.

I laughed.

He was serious.

We don't have call waiting for a couple of reasons and none of those reasons have anything to do with being luddites. If you have ever been to our house, you will IMMEDIATELY be aware of how often our house phone rings throughout the day, evening, late evening. We're popular people. People like to talk to us and I'm sure if you are one of the people who have called here, it's quite possible you have also gotten a busy signal. It may have been busy for several hours. You probably got pissed too. You probably may have even said that (an angry voice inside your head or even out loud) that you would pay for an additional phone line or the call waiting feature.

Now, imagine if we did have that call waiting feature and YOU were the one on the phone with us, we'd be answering that beep every two minutes. We wouldn't be focused on talking with you now would we because we'd be answering that beep. Our conversation would be very cut up now wouldn't it? Okai, so now you say well, don't answer it all the time but what if we weren't talk to you and you were calling, you'd be pissed we didn't answer it and we'd be back at square one. And you were the one who paid for it, you'd be angry that we weren't using the feature you paid for and 3X12 is 36 and that's a lot of breakfasts isn't it?

Speaking of money 36 bucks. A person could be buying a lot of other things with 36 bucks, lets not even get into the interest (compound interest) you could collect on 36 bucks over the coarse of 2 years or five years for that matter. I won't even discuss the groceries, movies, or dinner dates you could be spending that money on; and for what, a little waiting?

We also don't have a cell phone.
But we won't get into that now. LOL

FUCK WITH MY CAT and I'll do you up straight - when facebook goes bad, a moral story

2009-01-07T05:58:00.005-06:00

I never get hate mail. People rarely take the time to email me to tell me that they hate something I said or did. So, this morning after I spent a good 20 minutes laughing to Drew about HOW FUNNY one of my sisters is and how I was going to write her a SUPER funny email message that would make her laugh so hard in the morning because it's really nice to get up to SUPER FUNNY emails and have a good laugh in the morning . . . I got this message.

Sara Bower wrote at 23:21
I hate cats more than anything so that is why I have to delete you from my friends list.
Seeing those ugly beasts dressed up everday makes me want to get sick.
In my opinion the only good cat is a dead one.
Its nothing personal

This what I wrote back. I seriously couldn't control myself when I was typing this up, I JUST reacted and clicked send message. The irony is that I don't even know who she is, how she got on my FB friends list, why she makes me react so passive aggressive with her tone, and NOW she's made my friends list an uneven number. I am going to have to delete someone OR add someone to even it out. G A W D

LMAO - that was funny right? Anyway. . . I'm such a bad ass. LOL It's so sad really.

THANK GAWD you had the inclination to make the move. I had been thinking about removing you from my friends list but didn't know how to do it without hurting your feelings, I know how sensitive you can be. And the fact that you did it because you hate cats actually give me a reason now to not want to be best friends with you. I don't do it willingly though; I REALLY LIKED YOU (in the best possible way another person could like someone like you) but it's a moral stand that must be taken; of course you understand (you have some really SOLID morals). I know how hard it must have been for you look at my cat/profile pictures day after day (I really was changing them too many times), dressed in fucked up costumes. Like who does that anyway? I'm sorry it hurt your eyes and your soul. I bet you probably even threw up in your mouth a little bit. G A W D !! I can't believe that I had been so selfish to upload those pictures of cute soft cats to my profile picture!! WHAT WAS I THINKING!! You've really given me pause for thought. I am thankful though, that you and I were able to spend THIS little bit of time together to really get to know each other and what life is all about, the meaning of true relationships and the end (sometimes) result of facebook connections. It has given me insight into the emotional and spiritual growth of individuals. Be well little one. <3>

Back to basics

2009-01-05T08:42:00.002-06:00

I was watching a Jamie Oliver interview yesterday on CBC news and he made a comment about how we've moved into a culture of people who don't know how to cook. I was kind of surprised by his statement. I thought about it for a little bit. I decided he was right. Sadly, he was VERY right.

I was a lock-key kid. I learned to cook when I was 0 years old; in the womb I knew how to make scratch bran muffins. My Mom wanted to make sure we were fed good food and we were regular. I'm pretty sure about that. :)

But what was it that differentiated me from someone of similar age or someone a couple of years younger from me who can't cook to save their lives? Because THAT'S what Jamie was saying. That the ability to cook was the determining factor in social class and subsequent lifestyle. Jamie touted that knowing how to cook gave pride. Turning nothing in something amazing, gave self esteem. I wondered if he was onto something. I thought about it a little bit more.

I thought about people I know, who were amazed at my mad cooking skills and how weird that is for me. Like making a turkey or homemade bread (which still seems to impress). Like last week, when a friend came over to pick something up and when the door opened (and whiffed the deliciousness of the bread out the door) she looked at me with surprise and said "what are you cooking? are you making bread?" And when I replied "yes" she started to drool, and went on about how amazing I was - in my mind it was just bread and I would make more in a couple of days.

Have we really turned into a culture of people who don't know how to cook basic recipes?

But I guess that's what happened.

It's not a secret that I love cheese.

2009-01-03T07:36:00.005-06:00

Drew says that if i give up cheese my ass won't stink.

Once, in high school (grade 10) I traded a buttered, mustard, cheese sandwich on white for my peanut butter and jam sandwich on brown because I wanted to taste cheese in all of it's "translations."

I still eat buttered, mustard and cheese sandwiches but now I put them on rye.

It's come to my attention in past days . . . weeks, that it could be possible that I am "addicted" to cheese. It could also be possible that I am not too sure that I am ready to give up cheese. Or that I want to, similar to a heroin junkie I think I keep looking for that next cheese high.

In other news . . . I LOVE this new soup. I have been feeding it to everyone and everyone seems to like/love/drool it and for those of you who have been hounding me for some vegan recipes from my real vegan recipe book (and not just a recipe book pretending to be a vegan recipe book by just leaving out the meat) this ones for you.

1 large onion
3 cloves garlic
6 cups low sodium vegetarian soup broth
1/4 cup tomato paste
3 cups cooked black eyed peas
a few dashes of liquid smoke
2 tea spoons oregano
1 bay leaf
1/2 teaspoon crushed hot peppers
4 ounces of kale
1 pound sweet potato (cut into cubes)

steam fry the onions and garlic in pot and then add the rest of the stuff and boil until the sweet potatoes are soft enough to eat. Then chow down. Super easy!!

Me.

2008-12-22T19:19:00.003-06:00

18 years later

I finally feel vindicated.

It's 3 sleeps til Christmas and this is the best gift so far.

It was completely unexpected

I didn't even realize that I needed it or would appreciate it.

Actually, I thought I was over it and didn't know how this would affect me.

To be honest, I kind of feel like some weight has been lifted off... I feel lighter. I feel a little bit more calm. I feel like I can go on in a different way. A more....

... enlightened way.

I now know what I always had suspected.

I was HIS best.

*

Like taking a really good shit. . . .

2008-12-21T20:34:00.006-06:00

I'VE FOUND MY CREATIVE TWIN!!

I have been busy on creative over load and I am loving it. I have finally found someone who is into sewing, making things, gluing shit together, giving birth to hand knitted bugs, creating stuff and being in a meditative creation state. I feel like I can make and share and make all the stuff I wanna make with someone and be truly creative. She's TOTALLY into trying everything. I hear things like "yah that would be fun," "lets DO THAT," "Hey we should make that."

Plus, she's funny. Oh my gawd she's funny. And she knows who she is, she r-e-a-l-l-y knows who she is and she's REALLY good with it. She makes me want to be a better person because she inspires me to embrace the universe of truth - for everything.

It feels like taking a really good shit.

I feel relieved.

I feel vindicated with G L O R I O U S creative joy.

She just stared a new blog and I think it would be REALLY great if you went over there and said "hey."

a move toward hunger

2008-12-19T19:17:00.003-06:00

We are moving toward a more conscious eating plan. Okai, who am I kidding... it's more like a vegan eating plan. It involves things like putting soya beverage in my coffee in the morning, beans OMG LOTS OF BEANS, and things like Ezekiel bread (which is some dude from the bible who lived in the desert for 2 years and ate it all the time) made with sprouted grains (what ever the hell that means). Aparently, all of this healthy eating is making people around us crazy with quesations and comments when I mention it... after they ask me what the hell we are doing WITH ALL THE BEANS OMG LOTS OF BEANS. People tell me that eating vegan isn't healthy enough and that we won't be getting enough nutrition from our "meal plan." Of course they haven't seen the meal plan but they think none the less that it won't be healthy enough for us.

I should come clean and tell you there isn't any meat in this meal plan (hence the term vegan), but there's lots of tofu, there isn't any boxed food, or processed, or sugar, or processed yummy yummy butter. Did I mention that it's a vegan meal plan and that we won't be eating bacon like it's a major staple, like toilette paper? Oh no. the bacon is gone. To bacon heaven, where people who aren't eating our new meal plan will be eating it and drooling with bacon delight. I hate them in principal.

It's not going to be that bad actually, I used to be a vegetarian, from 10 to 21 (and then I broke down and ate a bacon cheese burger in a moment of weakness OH MY GAWD IT WAS GOOD and was sick for 2 weeks and afterwards it was everything I could do to even keep my regular food choices down) and I remember that time as being a time when I felt my best. Now, I was also young and agile and thought that having a gin shooter for breakfast was the best way to start the day. Now that i think about it... maybe I was drunk that entire time. Maybe I wasn't even a vegetarian, maybe I remember it as a drunken memory. Anyway, there's no bacon in our new meal plan. *le sigh*

Being that this is a "new" experience for Drew, I have been e a s i n g him into the meal plan by slowly incorporating a 50/50 ratio of meat and tofu and will be doing this until our meat "stores" have been exhausted. Which is three days away. At which point we will be full out tofurkey eaters.

The thing that kind of worries me about this meal plan is that it will be IMPOSSIBLE to eat out AND follow the meal plan. There are alternatives (salad y u m) for choices at restaurants but I fear we will have to eat (B E A NS) before we head to a restaurant and I also fear that we will also have to decline on dinner dates with people. Not that we accept dinner dates from people anyway because most people who invite us for dinner serve things that I can't eat anyway. I have a lot of food restrictions normally.

I wish we had a FRESH in my city, that would make my life so much easier. They have tofu that tastes like deli meat. *le sigh*

over lunch but under supper

2008-12-19T06:00:00.003-06:00

Friend: do you remember what you did before the internetz?
Me: *stops and thinks about it this for 5 minutes*
Friend: *waits*
Me: Yah... I think I might have gone out more, but I am not entirely sure about that.
Friend: what do you mean?
Me: well... you know how "I" go out right? And I think what I may have done is just replaced some TV watching with internetz'ing and kept everything else the same.
*pause*
... and I think I may have turned some real people into internet friends because they were too high maintenance. But, I'm sure that happens. Why do you ask?
Friend: I was just wondering. You're older then me and you're REALLY internet computer savvy. You know a lot of stuff and I just wondered what the age limit is for knowing and not knowing.
Me: Yah, I don't think that am a good model for deciding those kinds of thing. I am the exception to the rule on most things. Plus, the things that know are for my personal entertainment.

She doesn't believe in the Gichi Manitou - which explains everything

2008-12-16T06:24:00.003-06:00

This is just enough to make me want to go and live in the bush again, just to prove a point. In other news, there arn't very many people I want to punch in the face but this woman MAKES ME CRAZY!!

A EULOGY to history part 2

2008-12-12T06:44:00.005-06:00

As I sit here typing this, Henry beside me curled up and purring... his little paws just touching the side of my pants, I don't want you to get the impression that I am on a giant rant...

But I'm not done.

What I want to communicate how baffling and scary this is for me. I am VERY worried that I am one, of a handful of people who understand just EXACTLY how historical disintegration works and that, sadly I may be one of the last people who really cares.

What I didn't mention yesterday was a conversation I had with a Phillipiano woman not long ago about her culture. I wanted more insight into the bontoc eulogy. What happened, what tribe was she from, what is the history of her people, how could something like this happen, what about colonization, who are the original people of her island, what are her peoples stories, her heros, her culture, her antiquities, what were her people most proud of, were there people who still lived originally, I wanted to hear HERstories... she didn't have any of the answers I wanted.

She told me that her people were Christians. I ask her what her people believed in before they were colonized. Christianity, she told me. No, before before Christianity came to your island. Christianity was all she knew. I told her Christianity wasn't her peoples original religion and that it was brought in by someone else, it was brought in by the Spanish. (she was slightly confused by my statement) Well, what about the original people, what where they called. She looked at me very confused. Asians? I told her that the Asians were not the original people of her island, that I knew of a couple, like the Aeta and the Tagalog... the Bontoc but really hoped she had other names for me. She didn't. What about hero's, like Lapu Lapu? She had no idea who I was talking about. I ask her if maybe she could write someone, maybe someone in her family knew something... some inside secret about her culture, that maybe there was an older member who knew something.

A few hours later, she came to me and asked how I knew so much about her country but that she couldn't muster up a few basic answers for me. She had determined that she needed to read more books, probably books in her language.

I asked her what was taught about the history of the island in school. (Because clearly they didn't teach what I wanted to know lol). I was getting increasingly saddened and slightly confused, I had more questions then when I started out. How was THIS possible? I finally had someone right in front of me from the place that I wanted to know about and she knew nothing. Was it possible that she knew nothing because the country had erased it from their collective history? This woman had gone to university, she had gotten a higher education yet she told me that there were no lessons on the original people. BUT she did know of "some people" who lived out in the bush, high in the mountains that had tattoos on their face but no one really talked about them because they are weird. And to be honest she said, people make fun of them. I asked her to come over to the computer, I pulled up firefox... I typed a few words in, are these the people you are talking about? Yes, how did you know that!! They are called the Igorot, I read about them.

I'd like to say that our conversation produced something more for me but sadly it didn't. I have since then done more research into the island and the people and have come up with more information that peaks my interest and "feeds the need" but it's hard work. The information that I want isn't as readily available as one would think. I keep getting directed towards Imelda Romuáldez-Marcos and her shoe collection.

A EULOGY to history

2008-12-11T06:02:00.002-06:00

Just about everyone is well aware of our book collection over here; we love books.

Last week I had a new friend over for the first time and of course she commented on our book collection. Normally, when people come over I can tell by their comments EXACTLY how they feel "about books." (and then whether or not I should be friends with them because everyone knows that if you're a book hater then there's a bunch of other things wrong with you too - fact. they did a study on it lol) If they say something like "wow you have a lot of books" and they leave it at that, the person probably doesn't read very much. If that same person continues with a "this is a fantastic collection" then I know that person likes to read. If they then continue on to say "Oh, Ulysses (points to book) it took me 1 month to read it but boy was it worth it." I'll probably be friends with them. If they then go on to say "Happiness... w o w, that was such a good book, did you know that when it was first published it was called generica?" I'll probably be best friends with them and lick their face and then start dry humping their leg. I like to be inappropriate whenever I can :)

But when a person comes in and says things like "Yah, I don't see the point in keeping a book. Who reads a book twice anyway? I like to get them from the library, it looks like you have a little library going on here, so anyway I bought myself this great little dress last week." I know that person is interested in the "idea" of books and probably indulges themselves in a book or two, they probably don't read them all the way through... I would even put money down on them skipping some parts. And they DEFINITELY don't understand the importance of books OR education.

So, when my new friend came over and embarrassed herself by speaking crazy talk about the book collection I felt sad for her and then I was reminded of a few things. One of those things made me really sad. The loss of history. See, I have a theory (which I was inspired to have because I read a book) and it seems that as the weeks go on it's culminating in more and more truth. People are just forgetting things, history is disappearing and while this is of course a fact of life as generations disappear; it is the span in which this loss is happening that seems to be growing smaller and smaller. Before (in the past) it would have been true to lose the detail between 40-50 years but now it seems that something as small as 3-5 years seems difficult for people to look beyond. Example. Who was the female president of Pakistan who was assassinated and on what day? I don't want you looking up the answers on goggle. You can if you want but it just proves my point.
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If you said President Benazir Bhutto, you'd be partly right. She wasn't actually a president. She was a prime minister and she wasn't actually the prime minister when she was assassinated, she was the leader of the opposition party on the early campaign trail. She was killed on December 27, 2007. She was killed last year. I would bet to say that there are people reading this who have NO IDEA who she is and I also bet there are people who knew the answers, immediately. Hi Mr. Hodgkins, I totally want to have your baby. :)

But this is my point. Last year and it's completely forgotten. Poof. Gone. And if you are thinking "But Queen, who cares about her?" I'll tell you why you should CARE about her... bontoc eulogy. Try goggling that.

Just in case you didn't get the memo

2008-12-04T07:12:00.002-06:00

Are you clicking here to have yumminess in your life? Because you should be. Don't want chemicals in your life? I can solve that but only if you click here.

I love you.

I like cheese

2008-11-20T07:22:00.000-06:00

sooooooooooooooo cute

2008-11-06T15:59:00.001-06:00

have you seen this yet? It makes my heart squishie.

Target Women: Yogurt Edition soooooooooooooo funny

2008-11-03T19:50:00.001-06:00

so clean

2008-10-29T21:31:00.003-05:00

I'm a sucker for quality stock paper the same way I'm a sucker for the magic bullet. You know, now that I think about it, maybe I alone killed to the Baiji Dolphfin with my infomercial consumable obsession.
But it makes a wicked smoothie!!

I wish I was this heartless... this is just me coming clean about how I love watching infomercials. I'm thinking about buying the "power 90" dvd set. lol In other news I am still SICK.

THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH

2008-10-07T15:28:00.004-05:00

Thanks for everyone who commented on that last picture. With all of your input I have done an additional image and this is the one I am going to use instead. Of course if this one is crap and I am soooooo confused by my beauty, and I should be going back to the drawing board (so to speak) PLEASE speak up now. I have only hours before I have to send off everything to the man and his conglomerate group of man people. I am feeling more and more love for them as the weeks age on.

Okai, lets stop talking about me. :)

HALP!!!

2008-10-04T15:55:00.002-05:00

So, this is what I have come up with for my publicity photo but I'm afraid it looks to "myspace" Although, I do look effing hawt, I am realizing more and more just how GORGEOUS I am, like I KNEW I was pretty but come on people.... I COULD BE ON THE COVER OF VOGUE. lol

I'm stunning.

Anyway, I am posting this image because I need help and CONSTRUCTIVE comments on whether or not I should use this image as my publicity foto. Thanks in advance for your input.

sometimes there are some things that make me laugh and LAUGH n LAFF & laff (and then I can't breath because I am laughing hard)

2008-09-29T06:31:00.002-05:00

this is one of those thing. LOL

National exposure

2008-09-24T10:15:00.003-05:00

So, I am busy today trying to get an artists bio ready for a web site that is going to be featuring me and my art; it's national exposure. I'm pretty pumped about it yet at the same time I have no idea what I am suppose to be writing for this thing. Okai, it not like I have no idea what to write, I do, I've written artist bio's before but this is national exposure. It's NATIONAL EXPOSURE, so it's big or at least it's bigger than big. Or bigger than the local level. I'm suppose to be professional and anyone who knows me knows that I have a hard time being "professional." It's like I associate "being professional" with not sounding like me. Like some how I have to make everything I have lived through and done sound like making a grocery list, which if we all remember isn't a very good example in this situation because we have all seen my grocery lists. Okai so maybe how other people make grocery lists.

I'm a special kind of woman with special kinds of needs.

I like to laugh... okai I like to laugh A LOT. And like one of my older sisters says that I make even the mundane of situations seem like "funny fun." People should laugh, it's part of my culture. My people laugh. My people love to laugh.

This is is the last artist bio I wrote for the last art show I did. I have a feeling that it won't cut it for this national gig. LOL Oh no I don't, what do you think? LMAO

After 37 hours of labour on a foggy morning in the small milling town of Fort Frances, The Queen came into the world. Her parents thought it would be a good idea to name her after a French puppet, even though they weren't french. This was the first step in a series of accidental creative moments, which would follow her throughout her life. At 3 yrs old she became fixated with a local hell's Angel club and being that she was a pretty cute little kid, they made her an honourary member. This initiation didn't start her on a life of crime, but it did pique an interest in motorcycles. When she was 8 yrs old her family moved into the Mount Athos monastery in Greece where under the tutelage of the monks she learned carving, bookbinding and how to properly clean ancient text. Which incidentally does not include using a bottle of shampoo. When she was 10 yrs old, she begged her parents to let her move back to the small town of Selkirk, Manitoba where her Grandparents lived. Three days after arriving, she found a small dirty matchbook on the ground promising a wealth of artistic riches if she could draw the head of a cartoon turtle. She did and has been going full force since that day.

Elliot Brood

2008-09-13T14:39:00.009-05:00

Last night I went out to see Elliot Brood with a bunch of my peeps. The guys were AWESOME, aside from the obvious TALENT, it was their super awesomeness (and their love of cheese and hot dogs) that had me swooning and maybe the smooches that I got, or maybe the licking that had occurred. I don't like to lick and tell but let me say that they tasted oddly of pop tarts. It was, I would say one of the best nights I have had EVAR. I don't think I have laughed so much or talked it up so much in for EVAR! We were having so much fun that I didn't get home until 4am.

If you can't see the pictures, click here

Just like in Japan

Elliot loves to smooch the ladies

Call me a Luddite

2008-09-08T13:57:00.003-05:00

I received my new credit card replacement card in the mail last week and now I am on the phone talking to the little credit card dude telling him that I am not into his "tap and pass" or pay pass - what ever the hell the new-branding-phrase-whoever-is-going-with-this-month.

I just finished listening to the credit card dude tell me all of the "awesome details" of this new card and how much I am going to love it, it's sooooooooo easy all I have to do is tap and pass, no signing my name on small purchases. Are you frig'in kidding me right now!!

I just finished telling him that my cousin was just put in jail (total lie) because he hacked the chip inside the card which makes this new tap and pass so easy to use. He isn't saying anything now. He's quiet. I just asked him if he still there. His name is George. He sounds like he's 18 yrs old. Hes talking now. He just admitted that he knows that the tap and pass isn't safe and that YES hackers can hack into them and get your information and cash. So, he understands why I wouldn't want one.

I just told him that I didn't want to leave the company but if this is the only card they can offer me I am going to have to take my business else where. He's going to talk to his manger now, he says he'll be right back.

I'm eating a toasted sandwich now, and it has cheese and other yummy things on it, like bacon.

George is back now. He's talking about sponsored cards that they carry, and they don't have the chip in them - they are chipless. I'm thinking about the bacon I just ate and how I don't think I will ever use this credit card again, RFID chip or not. Cuz lets think about this for a minute. A company that deals in money and people spending money and then they use tecnology that isn't even safe for their customers, never mind the company and they are willing to make it their standard procedure. What else are they doing that isn't in my best interest?

It's like I imagine a brain storming meeting at their office Monday morning and some dufus is suggesting the company changes all of their policies because it's the hip thing to do, it's new and exciting. No one has actually looked into it. It's like those new washing machines and dryers. The ones that weigh your clothes and decide how much water and heat it should use to make the most efficient use of power (but take 53 minutes to wash and dry). But it takes all of the thinking out of washing and drying. You don't actually have to KNOW how to wash clothes, you just have to put them in the machine and press go.

I ask what the hell is going on in the world today? Seriously, what is happening? Call me a Luddite. I am not signing up for the new world order.

everything but my awesome boots

2008-09-03T17:20:00.006-05:00

Sometimes a tall girl needs a pair of high, sexy, killer, never take off your feet even-when-you're-sleeping boots. And she needs to wear them everywhere and show them to everyone, even in the garden, or washing her car, or eating cucumbers in the park on a park bench, cuz did you take a look AT HER BOOTS!!! Or were you watching her eat cucumbers?

Yah, I thought you did. *wink coy smile*

In other news, I am wanting THESE two books to be my next purchase, either that or someone should buy them for me and send them to me as a little gifty, because little gifties are good things that would make me THAT much happier in my new boots - if that's possible. LOL

POW WOW

2008-09-02T08:13:00.008-05:00

I went over to the Pow wow on the weekend. It was the ONLY Pow wow I hit this summer, what with moving into the new house, going to Chile, graduating from university and making sure I got my required narcoleptic afternoon naps in, there just wasn't any other time for gallivanting around. I didn't even hit the beach this summer OR do any REAL biking. It's true.

Lets not even talk about not going camping.

I did however enjoy everything that comes with eating a 250m bag WILD blueberries every day; blue poo and all.

And lets not forget the annual summer BBQ that took place in our back yard for those people who helped us move into out new place. Apparently, I am THE BEST cook EVAAAAAAAAAAAR, because my home made hamburger and hot dog buns went over famously, because I AM Martha Stewart and like to do things up right.

junior fancy dancer

baby jingle dress dancers - so cutsie
(look at those tiny moks)

wip'in some ndn taco sauce off LOL

Chicken dancer

OH MY FRICK'IN GAWD

2008-09-01T01:43:00.007-05:00

We're gorgeous and that's all there is to it AND SO ARE OUR BABIES. Which just happen to look like quadruplets or something like that... or similar looking babies in different outfits, which a person can do, change outfits. If you can't see these images click here and thanks to Carrie who had this site on her blog and thanks to "the night" for staying up with me while I made these babies. lol

dreamy bugs

2008-08-30T09:34:00.003-05:00

Drew: You see THAT bug out there!?
Me: Yah.
Drew: It`s fucking huge!
Me: Yah you should have seen the other day, there was two of them humping on the front screen door.
Drew: *makes a humping noise*
Me: G A W D, *dreamy sigh* that`s so sssssexyyyyy *insert coy smile*

Cheese pastries YUM

2008-08-27T23:06:00.004-05:00

So, here I sit - I've come out of my Chilean cheese coma, my poo's are returning to normal (I've cut back on the daily blueberry binges *cough* blue poo *cough*), I am THAT much closer to having the boxes unpacked at the new house (the books are out now), and I'm wiping dirty things JUST so I can wash dirty-wiping-things in our new washing machine and I feel like Martha on speed.

I had to leave Chile a little bit earlier (by two days) than I had originally planned because I ran out of money and put my back out (and lets not even talk about how much THAT SUCKS while flying on the plane) ALL in one crazy Chilean night of partying. I'm not going to go into ALL of the details because some of the story takes place in spanish and I'm pretty lazy right now about translating but lets just say that there was actually a small group of gypsies, a little person, booze, of course cheese pastries, and a chilean soap opera star named Alexandre Slaviero (see picture).

You know how you find a place where you just have so much fun and you want to keep going back because THAT PLACE not just demands you continue to have fun but it's actually a requirement? Well, THAT PLACE is Chile for me, I WAS considering going to Romania this coming weekend to see if Romania could be an alternate THAT PLACE, but then realized that I couldn't leave AGAIN, and I didn't have enough money to take ANOTHER trip. So, I am staying home and eating all of the Amish groceries I bought this afternoon, while pretending to unpack boxes because I am really tired of it now. Seriously, it's so last month.

In other news, Henry is glad I'm back - he's been humping my leg at night while I am sleeping. Same with Drew *wink wink* except he's using his BABY LEG *insert coy smile* to do the humping with.

A few higlights

2008-08-10T07:35:00.010-05:00

1. The Valpo's (which is short form for the people who live in Valparaiso- I didn't make this up) use these little Swedish-mountains-skiing-gondola 's (actually spelled ascensores, did I spell that right Rita?) to travel up to (and from) their homes, which are located on these wonderful spanning hillsides. They are built right on the ground and move like a train but look like a box with windows. They're pretty effing cool.

2. I WENT to one of Pablo Neruda's three houses. Of course the dude didn't actually use it as much as he used his other homes but the guy who showed us (the tourists) around said that "La Sebastiana" was a place where Pablo left his mark. *wink wink nudge nudge* If you know what I mean, and if you do could you let me know what I mean. lol I guess he wrote lots of love poems here, so he probably need some inspiration. Bow cha ca bow bow. Go old man Nobel prize winner.

3. Trolleys. Trolleys, trolleys. Yay trolleys!!! So, clean.

Here are some pictures of some stuff - enjoy

Electric trolley

Homes - everything is painted like this here

In other news, I have been sleeping insane amounts of time and being in the laying down position. It's weird when you go somewhere new and trying to get into some sort of sleeping pattern. On the one hand I want to be checking things out, I'm excited to be doing things but on the other hand how does a person do that when they are sooooooo tired (it's like I need more time). It's all that staying out till all hours of the night, partying, copious amounts booze (I went to a Vaploeans house the other night and we actually BATHED in booze- what would Drew say? lol), dancing, walking and being on visual over load. It's kind of like I feel like my brain is like Lawnmower Man.

If you build it they will come

2008-08-07T20:02:00.007-05:00

I've been told that if I want to know the people of Chile I need to travel to the magical place of "Quinta Región de Valparaiso" or as I call it Valpara-eesoooooo. I think the peeps of Santiago are getting tired of my line of questioning and just want me out of this city so they have directed me to this place. It's not like I am opposed to it because I think I have died and gone to heaven. Although, it was nightish/dusk when I arrived and I was sleepy after having been on the 1 1/2 hour CHEAPEST BUS RIDE EVar $4 bucks, where I reclined like a princess.

But lets be clear about these highlights. First, I'm in Chile and we know what that means - CHEESE. Second, I am up the coast in Valparaiso, Quinta Región de Valparaíso which, unbeknownst to me means artists, poets, and dreamers EVERYWHERE. Now, if only my Spanish was better I think I would REALLY understand the true heart of the people. But I am practicing listening, paying attention, questioning, and trying to be in the moment without thinking about cheese filled pastries and licking a Chilean to see what they taste like because you know you want to know if they are as salty as the ocean requires them to be.

Valparaíso is a play ground for the curious heart. As far as I can tell it will take me months to figure out the streets and alleyways that are paved with COBBLESTONES people!! COBBLESTONES. And I only have 5 more days to explore. I'm thinking about changing my plane ticket - I just might be required to stay longer.

Although, if you MUST know, I looked at pictures of Henry and Drew yesterday to make myself feel better because sometimes when a person is amongst people who think and do things differently they sometimes need something familiar to snuggle and call home just to keep grounded.

And to make sure their perspective is clear in the moment.

puedo por favor comer queso

2008-08-06T09:28:00.006-05:00

<-- Empanada de queso my favorite

The Chilean people are people after my own heart. They have mucho (that's me using my Spanish) dishes exclusively dedicated to the Sunday church-kind-of-devotion of cheese. Although, they also add onions, egg, raisins, and olives to everything; not that I am against those things. But who'd have thought? It's the salty with the sweet - always a good combination. And every time I eat an egg I think Mmmm yummm breakfast ALL DAY yum.

I was surprised at the amount of people living in the capital city of Santiago. It's like mucho grande (there's my Spanish again) metropolitan. Although, the city is budding with a mixture of newer buildings and lots of old style ones I can't really enjoy them the way I thought I would. It's effing humid here, even though it's the winter time (which you wouldn't be really be able to tell because it's like the summers I am used to). There's some sort of crazy temperature thing going on here that causes the smog to lay low. I'm been told that it's some sort of "fenómeno meteorológico" what the hell ever that means in English. My Spanish is tres rusty. All I can say is "puedo por favor comer queso," which means "bring me cheese."

chile update

2008-08-04T15:07:00.003-05:00

chile is everything I thought it would be. it's hot, i'm sweaty, i'm eating very well. the cooks in the area are fabulous. i don't think i have eaten so well in my life. and the company is wonderful. doing lots of laughing, snuggling, walking and visiting. and oh my gawd... if i thought i drank lots of water before - i am drinking so much water now. it's because i am doing all of that walking and sweating. and as per usual i am the cat whisper in this place too. all sort of animals are following me around. maybe it's because i smell of sweat and onions? anyway, can't be on the internet too long, lots of laying around and relaxing to do. this is where I am staying right now. more pictures to follow.

Chile

2008-08-02T07:49:00.004-05:00

A little vacay for a week. I am going to Chile to lay around, eat yummy Chile food and avoid telemarketers. Not that I am against telemarketers, everyone needs to make buck and I'm sure they are nice people trying to support their family. I'm down with people supporting families. I am also down with gothic dump trucks made out of iron. Boo yah. Fo-shizzle on da art-zizzle and incas-izzle.

hey high!!

2008-07-29T19:50:00.003-05:00

So, I've moved onto some new intertron surfing topics - well, maybe just one, "kawaii" - which I am pretty sure is going to take me into ALL things Japanese (and lets be transparent here and admit that I have had a little bit of a love affair with modern Asian culture for some time now *cough* domo kun *cough*). Cuz I've already found myself slowly seguaying outside of the all-things-cute-arena and not being able to look away from Yeondoo Jung's work. I think I am going down a very deep Japanese hill and may not come out for several weeks *cough* months.

Pictures of the new hood

2008-07-29T05:28:00.005-05:00

The new place is awesome, right now it feels like we are camping. The box spring wouldn't fit up the staircase so we are sleeping with the matress on the floor, in a mishmash of blanket and pillows. It makes me feel like I have fallen asleep in a faeries nest; if beening hugged and narcaleptic is what a faeries nest would feel like. The move went off awesome, better then I could have asked. We have great friends who we will never ask to move us again. Like, seriously... we have the most awesomeest friends ever, I just want to lick and hug them till they giggle with glee. And then hug them some more. I love them all.

Since being with out cable or the intertron (intertron came back on line late yesterday) we have sucessfully unpacked two and half rooms in three days... as I type this, I project that our progress is going to slow. Actually, as I type this I am thinking about going back to bed. Did I mention how quiet it is around here? It's that kind of quiet when you go to your Nana's house and you can hear the grandfather clock ticking in the living room and you end up falling asleep on her braided rug in the middle of the afternoon. The other day, Drew and I slept for 12 hours. It was GLORIOUS. I feel like I havn't slept proper in forever and now that we are living in the "faeries nest house" we have fallen under a sleepy spell - and we're great with that. Seriously, who ever invented sleep should get a gold star.

Now, if I could only find the box the toaster is in so I could make some effing toast. The kingdom for some toast.

Hobo camp exhibit A

2008-07-22T07:23:00.004-05:00

Just to put it into perspective the ceilings are 10 feet high and although you can't tell, there are actually over 80 empty boxes, waiting to be filled. We are ALMOST done packing.

present obsessions

2008-07-20T09:48:00.002-05:00

Drew says he is never freaked out by the amount of information or the kind that I have stored in my head, about random and not so random things. He just kind of expects it from me. Which is one of the reasons we are together. He's one of those Kim Ung-yong types but with crazy awesome humour and a personality that likes to warm up to people first before he becomes your friend. I don't blame him.

Personally, I have never been one for gaging people by super intelligence because I feel that everyone is capable of being "smart," it just depends on the amount of education someone is exposed to - I openly admit to being an educationalist. And it doesn't matter where you get it from, organized or street, it's all the same to me. Just the other day, I was talking to a friend of mine who has never stepped foot inside the doors of a university or college for that matter, but has spent years reading everything he could get his hands on. And he's super smart coupled with that teddy bear attitude. Dude could give Philip Emeagwali a run for his money. I squish him with my hugs.

The truth is that I too spend exorbitant amounts of time reading about things (and sometimes I like to lay around in the laying-down-position and sleeping) that I have no idea what they are, and I keep reading until I have grasped the 411 on all things "unknown." And those topics change daily. I research, and cross research topics. I talk to people in the field, I ask peeps on the street, I question it's existence, I make beaded crafts with a hot glue gun, I let go and come back, I put myself in it's space and once I have exhausted all aspects or become bored, I then return to the subject and come to a conclusion on what I think it all means. And hope that I have the proper perspective, because all things are dynamic anyway.

Presently, I am investigating:

Hietalahti Market, Helsinki
Agyness Deyn
Pelle Miljoona
Jenni Hiltunen
Helsinki 10
Culture of Nepal
Cobra Starship
The Moomin character Mymble
Tiia Vanhatapio
The Cobra Snake
Helen Levitt

big class

2008-07-19T19:42:00.003-05:00

It's funny, when Drew and I were first dating I would hold my farts in until I could leave the room and deposit them somewhere else.

And now, we have "farting fights"; where we chase each other around the apartment trying to leave the best, stinkiest, most awesome-est fart on the other person.

Yah, we're THAT classy.

This MUST be their first rodeo

2008-07-18T18:10:00.003-05:00

I can't believe that this is still happening.

an update

2008-07-16T15:27:00.006-05:00

The new house is literally 10 sleeps away and the apartment looks like a hobo camp. I have spent the past several weeks packing up stuff up, you'd be surprised how long it took to JUST pack up the books *cough* 2 weeks *cough* A couple of nights ago Drew and I spent a couple of hours packing up the back of the apartment, which includes the bedroom and bathroom. In our excitement we packed up EVERYTHING in the bathroom and since then, I have been combing my hair with a fork. Which gives my hair that "messy sexy look" that people paying mucho cashola for in the salons. I have also been drinking out of an empty glass cheese whiz container and we only have one plate and one bowl each. Drew says is that this is how it must feel to be in prison. The other night I caught him dragging his traveling coffee cup across the rad, singing weird, what I "think" was a prison song.

Henry, I think is starting to feel the effects of our new situation... and lets be honest here, while I initially thought it was going to be hard for him, I think there are several situations where it has worked in his favour. A couple of nights ago he was sleeping on the back of the chair and fell off into a bunch of boxes (because when you sleep your body goes all gushie and relaxed, which is why people who fall asleep in cars that get into car accidents usually live). Now, had the boxes not been there he would have fallen on the floor and probably hurt his noggin. NOW, had the boxes not been there we would have been able to get to him quicker to see if he was alright, instead of digging through the 8 foot wall oooo'boxes. And speaking of Henry, here's a cutsie picture of him that I took this afternoon because i couldn't resist his awesomeness.

He just continues to get cuter and cuter.

my ipod breakdown

2008-07-08T21:55:00.002-05:00

presently in my i-pod:

Paddy Casey
Adele
Jill Scott
Katy Perry
The Kooks
Wanted soundtrack (I think this is also going to be my new work out cd... the one I use while I train to become a kick ass assassin.)

WANTED

2008-07-08T20:55:00.002-05:00

Michelle: Is it just me or is he getting hotter as the movie plays
Me: Yah, he totally is, I was thinking that the third time those dudes kicked his ass. When he had all that blood all oozing out all over his face and that big cut across his face. H A W T

*the movie ends*

Me: OH MY GAWD THAT MOVIE WAS SOOOOOO AWESOME!!!
Michelle: OH MY GAWD!!
Me: I feel like I need to buy that movie RIGHT NOW!!
Michelle: Like RIGHT NOW so I can go home and watch it again
Me: In the privacy of my own home so I can masturbate to hawt guys who use guns proficiently.
Michelle: *laughing hysterically*

soooooooooooo busy

2008-07-04T08:05:00.004-05:00

the great thing about blogs is that i can say whatever i want for extended periods of time in as many words as i want, without feeling as though i am infringing on someone else's time. i love my blog for that.

lately, i've been noticing (and it's probably because i have been slowing down my life) that people just don't have time to do any kind of "connecting" with other people or maybe people just don't care about other people anymore. OR maybe i am just a people person and i addictively need a constant flow of "connectedness" with people. i'm codependent like that with people. lol

peeps.

it kind of makes me crazy how we need the intertron to multi task and "stay connected" but no one is really saying anything to anyone or they are blocking them out because they are super busy... so busy... really busy, so much so that talking about all of this busy talk is taking up precious busy time. LOL

I guess I wonder if maybe people just don't know how to talk to people anymore, how to really be interested in what someone else is saying, to focus all of their energy on just one person for a couple of minutes and really be present in the moment. i don't know if anyone does that anymore or if maybe i was the only one, and that's why i attract people because i am genuinely interested in what other people have to say and how they say it. i like being present when people show me who they are.

and i have no problem setting boundaries when it comes to talking with these multi taskers. i have a friend on my msn, who LOVES to talk to me on msn all the time (can't call me - oh no LOL) but who i won't talk to if she isn't giving me all of her attention. she does a kabillion things when she is talking to me and does this little msn trick that makes me want to key her car. she'll ask me a question and then run off for 5 minutes, leaving me there to wonder if she and i are still talking. it takes 1/2 hour to type 3 sentences, just to find out how each of us is doing. r u kidding me right now??!!11!! LMAO

anyway.. i gotta go, i'm really busy. super busy.

kiss kiss
The Queen

update numero dew-OH

2008-06-17T21:49:00.003-05:00

1. we just bought a house

2. we are listening to this like a pair of old timey folks because it's THAT good and lets be clear here; I would lick all three of those guys and I can say with confidence that Drew would WANT me to do it so I could report back to him about how GREAT it was and how delicious they tasted. Kitteh car wash, slow but thorough. Boo yah *wink wink*

3. Deadliest Catch is still the best show on Tuesday nights and if you're not watching it - what exactally are you DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?

4. I bought the best 1980's craft book and I am going to craft-ck out.

5. The new Tim Hortons hash brown is a big disappointment.

6. Last time I checked - cheese was still delicious.

BAY-BEE'S

2008-06-11T12:37:00.001-05:00

A LIVE FEED OF LION BAY-BEE'S

fair is fair

2008-06-07T19:11:00.003-05:00

I was breast fed on this movie and sometimes wonder if I am the only one who knows about it?

In other news I am TOTALLY sick and can't talk and it's weird for people. LOL

How many movies do you watch?

2008-05-20T07:51:00.002-05:00

Me: So, how many movies do you watch?
Rogers movie girl: Oh, I don't know... but not as much as everyone else.
Me: How many is not much?
Rogers movie girl: Well, not as many as everyone else who works here.
Me: How many is that?
Rogers movie girl: Just a couple.
Me: In a day?
Rogers movie girl: In a day *pause* maybe two or three.
Me: In a day you watch two or three movies in a day? And that's less than what everyone else watches?
Rogers movie girl: Yah, Darell and everyone else watches more than that.
Me: How many does Darell watch?
Rogers movie girl: I don't know, maybe 5 or 8?

a couple of things.

2008-05-13T14:36:00.006-05:00

I love Crispin Glover.
I take my socks off when I am at home.
I love blankets and pillows.
I could watch Star Trek shows all day if given the chance.
I wrap gifts with inexpensive brown paper and spend my money on beautiful ribbons.
I don't always shave my legs and it's because I am lazy about it and not because I am some sort of feminist.
Every couple of weeks I make home made bread and give it to everyone in the apartment building except for Micheal. Because haters don't get love.

Yesterday, my friend came over and we hung out and chatted and snuggled on the couches. As we were talking she said to me "You know the entire time I have known you (over 5 years), you have never spoken bad words or against Drew." I smiled. "That's because he's the most amazing man I have ever known and I have nothing but good words for him. Really, I am fortunate to have such an amazing man in my life and I only want to celebrate him to everyone I know."