Wednesday, February 28, 2007
1. very unfortunate in condition or circumstances; miserable; pitiable.
2. characterized by or attended with misery and sorrow.
3. despicable, contemptible, or mean: a wretched miser.
4. poor, sorry, or pitiful; worthless: a wretched job of sewing.
5. so objectionable as to elicit despisal or deserve condemnation:
Synonyms: abhorrent, abominable, antipathetic, contemptible, despicable, despisable, detestable, disgusting, filthy, foul, infamous, loathsome, lousy, low, mean 2, nasty, nefarious, obnoxious, odious, repugnant, rotten, shabby, vile.
In a word....I don't feel good.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Remmember these girls? Josie and the Pussycats from the Archie comics. I thought they were so cool when I was a kid. Well a couple years ago they brought them back updated them and released a movie. Now my 7 & 9 year olds think they are the coolest. LOL
Ryleigh was bouncing around singing "I'm a punk rock prom queen!" at the top of her lungs. Teaghan was praticing sliding across the floor on her knees while rocking away on an air guitar. Then after the two of them paused from acting as if they were in a band, Ryleigh asked me if I could buy her an air guitar for her birthday. LOL
Mark my words, that one will be coming home with green hair at some point in her teenage years. Teaghan I think will end up more the Goth type, pale face, black hair, writing poetry about rain falling on cold tomb stones.
Ah teenage angst......yea not looking forward to that part. LOL
Saturday, February 24, 2007
You are Supergirl
|Lean, muscular and feminine. |
Honest and a defender of the innocent.
Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz
Lean and muscular???.... I mean Hell yea I'm lean and muscular. LOL Well a decade or so ago I was. Personally I like being Mystique better. Now there is a sexy chick who kicks ass.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.
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Friday, February 16, 2007
As reported in the Washing Post; I first heard of it on Mary Stella's Blog
The Moo for Love: Welsh Farmers' Message on a Bottle
By Kevin Sullivan and Mary JordanWashington Post Foreign ServiceFriday, January 26, 2007; Page C01
LONDON, Jan. 25 -- The mud. The long, wet, dark winter days and those cows, cows, cows demanding attention every morning and night. How's a lonely Welsh dairy farmer to find love? ...
This is one of the most inventive ideas to finding a date I have seen yet. Seven welsh farmers (5 men, 2 women) have placed stickers on milk cartons asking Fancy a Farmer? Clicking on the question will shoot you over to their website.
Too bad I'm married and on the other side of the ocean. LOL 15 years ago I might have hopped a plane (after much saving) just for the fun of it. I wish them all the best of luck, apparently they are getting lots of attention.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Yesterday morning I could see my front lawn, lightly covered with snow from last week. To say we got hammered is an understatement. You can juut see the light tire tracks of those who decided to try to get to work. Silly humans. You can't really tell in this picture but the snow ontehroom of the car port is hanging over the edge at least a foot. You can see all the layers as the flakes fell on each other. It looks really amazing. I'll try to get a better picture of it later, once I bundle the girls up and throw them in a snowbank.
I was at an event in Toronto last night and Hubster shovelled the driveway so I could get in. Boy is he gonna be mad this morning cause look how deep it is. I am wearing his big heavy duty snow boots that come half way to my knees and you can just see the tops of them. Look mom, fuzzy red penguin jammies. I plan to stay in them all day LOL
Monday, February 12, 2007
But I digress. My dilemma today doesn't involve hockey tickets but coffee.
Starbucks is not looked at favourable around here. (Kind of the same way that Walmart is treated. As if it's some wierd conspiracy, the Americans will invade us, by infiltrating the coffee industry. *snort*) The prices are brutal, BUT I have been secretly going there once in a while. Donning a trench coat, large glasses and a wig I venture into enemy territory and order that wonderful thing they call a Caramel Macchiato. I have to give it to them, their customer service is awesome.
Timmies has been hiring kids for years and the customer service there sucks. Especially at the one closest to my house, the coffee is always bad and the little shits that work there wouldn't know how to say please or thank you if you tattooed it to their forehead....backwards so they can read it in the mirror.
At Starbucks they smile and if they aren't busy they will make an attempt at small talk. Yes the $$ is disgusting but compared to the indifference I get at my Timmies. Well sometimes I don't mind paying an extra couple bucks for good customer service. Just don't tell anyone I said that.
**on a side note. Hubby hasn't had a smoke in a week now. So far I've only come close to killing him twice so I think it's going well. *G*
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Have a kind thought for me.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Me: "Yes. I was hoping you wouldn't find out."
Teaghan: "I knew it.Ryleigh told me."
Hubby: "That's because Ryleigh is a robot too."
Ryleigh: "I already knew that."
Me: "Oh really and how did you find out?"
Ryleigh: "I was eavesdropping."
Hubby: "The level of sarcasm in this family keeps getting better....."
*Note: T.C. is our cat.*
Friday, February 02, 2007
The renovation at work are moving along well. The most amazing part is the construction is ahead of schedule, shock the shit out of me. I got my new Vintage area a week early. Of course my excitement lasted right up until the daunting job of moving all the stock began. Fuck and I have a release this weekend. What a hell of a job I'm knackered.
Tomorrow is the big sleepover at the Science Centre with the Girl Guides, more on that later. I'll still trying to figure out how I'm going to sneak a bottle of wine in with me. LOL I'm going to need it.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Me? It the Dare's Ultimate Cinnamon danish
Evil little things taht I can ignor as long as I don't smell or see them. At 170 calories per 2 cookies....well it's a good thing I'm bad at math 'cause I can polish off almost an entire bag with a couple cups of tea.
So spill what is your weakness? *G*
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