Tuesday, July 19, 2011

plan b.

So, after the DCFC concert that wasn't, T and I headed home and decided to watch a movie. I picked Winter's Bone, since I'd been wanting to see it for a while and T's movie picks can't always be trusted (hee!)

It was a bit odd, and totally not a Hollywood release, but I quite liked it.

T: They totally left that open for a sequel.

Me: (Confused.) They did?

T: Yeah. You know... "Winter's Bone 2: Teardrop's Revenge".

Monday, March 7, 2011

lady geraldine.

Iphone autocorrect fail at Lady Gaga concert:

Me: It's a total Geraldine here! LOL

What I meant to say was "gong show", but now I'm intrigued. This Geraldine character must be pretty outrageous.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

sunglasses at night.

Last night, after a very yummy meal at T’s house, featuring bacon-wrapped turkey scaloppini stuffed with goat’s cheese, we (me, T and his boys) commenced our regular game of Nerf Wars.

After a lot of ducking, diving, shooting and some minor Nerf ball injuries, T and I collapsed in exhaustion (that, and we had wine to finish). D, not ready to end the war so soon, wanted to keep playing…

T: We surrender!

D: I will never surrender!

T: Like Corey Hart?

D: What’s that?

Monday, February 7, 2011

a girl's best friend's best friend.

(And by "girl's best friend" I mean jewelry - I can't say "diamonds" because I don't currently own any. Therefore, a "girl's best friend's best friend" would then refer to jewelry storage. Duh.)

My jewelry storage (if you can call it that) up to this point has been pretty sad. It has mainly consisted of
a couple of woven grass containers from Ikea overflowing with a jumbled mess of necklaces and earrings.
When I moved into the house, I attempted to become a little more organized and picked up a few plastic baskets from the dollar store, which quickly turned into another jumbled mess.

I'd been looking for a functional, yet stylish way to store/display my jewelry for a while, but never found anything that totally fit the bill. I wanted One Organizer To Fit Them All (sorry for the Lord of the Rings reference, I couldn't resist!) Then, about a month ago, I came across the perfect piece on Etsy (of course!)
Designed by Bluebirdheaven, this seller repurposes antique printing drawers into jewelry diplays not unlike shadow boxes. Having had one as a child, and I guess I never grew out of them because now I'm thrilled to have a big girl one!

Behold, the solution to all of my jewelry-related woes:

If ever I had a crush on an inanimate object, this would be it. It fits just about every piece I own and there's room for more. That, and it doubles as a pretty design piece. And if any of you have seen my home, you'd most certainly agree that I could use a few more pieces up on the walls. The words "austere","minimalist" and "clinical" have often come up in conversation. My excuse is that I don't want to slap stuff up on the walls as space fillers - I want to be thoughtful and find things I really love, like this piece. So there.

I suppose I'll have to come up with a solution once my collection expands even further, but I'll worry about that another time. For now, I just want to bask in the glow of this perfect find.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Despite all suggestions to the contrary (I'm talking to you, T) - I am now in my MID-thirties, or entering my thirty-sixth year, as my Grandpa would say.

I think one of the birthday traditions I look forward to most (besides eating a disgusting amount of "cheap white" birthday cake) is receiving my annual birthday poem from my dear friend, D. And yesterday, without fail,  she delivered what I think is by far her best poem yet. Without further ado...

Oh Dear, oh dear the day is here,
Time to rejoice by consuming large quantities of beer.

You have successfully made it to age thirty-five,
Well, successfully may be a stretch but at least you're alive.

I can't seem to find a nice thing to say, cause thirty-five sucks rocks,
Good thing they cancelled the census - now you don't have to check the much older age box.

Things are saggy, droopy and the word perky no longer applies,
You're fricken old sister if any one says different it's all LIES LIES LIES.

I love you, D. You made my day. xo

Monday, January 24, 2011


Make that THREE leashes Gus has destroyed.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

gus vs. stuff.

This is my boy Gus.

Cute, eh?

You know what's not cute? When Gus eats things that are outside this list:

• dog food
• dog treats
• bones
• sticks he finds outside
• snow
• grass (on occasion)

It's a short list, and one that I'm pretty strict about. But despite my best efforts, Gus has managed to create his own list of things he's eaten or maimed beyond all recognition:

Gus' List O' Destruction

• 2 pairs of underwear
• 1 pair of flip flops (not mine - ha!)
• 2 pairs of shoes (also not mine - ha!)
• 2 books: The Joy of Cooking (meh) and the Larousse French/English Dictionary (being a wurd nerd, I'm a bit offended by this sacrilege, but seeing as how he's not touched any books since, I'm chalking it up to an isolated incident)
• corners of things (curtains, throw pillows, the wall trim in the bathroom)
• 2 leashes
• 1 Curious George stuffed toy (poor George's demise was long and drawn out: first, one ear, then the other, then an eye and then came the disembowelment... I rescued George from further torture at that point and sent him to the big toy box in the sky.)

Then there's a sub-list that details the "people food" he's successfully obtained and snarfed:

Illegal Food Stuffs

• 1 lb. of butter
• a half-dozen taco shells
• a half-dozen cheesy bread sticks (same night as the taco shells)
• miscellaneous candy

Apart from the people food - which bothers me only to the extent that he could have gotten really sick - the only items on the list that really stick in my craw are the underwear (they're expensive!) and the leashes (also expensive, but why would a dog destroy the very tool that his owner uses to do his favourite activity?)

At the end of the day, I can't really blame Gus for destroying any of these things. Keeping him sufficiently distracted and constant vigilance are key. I'd like to think that I've been very vigilant with him- in fact, many of the items listed above were not eaten/destroyed on my watch. The problem is that despite his size and complete lack of grace, Gus is a stealth bomber when it comes to doing things he's not supposed to. Half the time I don't discover that he's even done anything wrong until well after he's committed the act, simply because he's sneaky and really neat about it. I swear he knows how to put things back to seeming order after he's pilfered whatever it is that's captured his interest.

I'm sure this is not the end of the list by any means. I suspect that Gus will doggedly (har!) continue to expand his list with new and obscure items at every opportunity. I only hope that he outgrows his underwear fetish!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


[ri-duhks]; adjective; brought back; resurgent.

Um, so... yeah. I'm going to try this blog thing again. I've been thinking about it forever and now that life is a bit more sane it seemed to me as good a time as any to try.

I see that my last post was almost a year and a half ago. Oops. My bad. Instead of apologizing to my whopping audience of 5 people who no doubt "un-followed" me ages ago (come back!), I figured I'd just  do a "Coles Notes" review. What have I been up to in the last 17 months, you ask?

Let's see... in no particular order:

  • changed jobs (again)
  • traveled to the Mayan Riviera and made countless other smaller trips to such exotic locales as Montreal, Canterbury (NH), Syracuse (NY), etc.
  • got my nosed pierced (finally!)
  • moved TWICE and bought a house
  • adopted an enormous dog
Throw a couple of status changes in there and that about sums it up. So, yeah, I've been a bit busy. ; )

Anyhow, I'm not entirely sure what direction I'll take this blog o' mine in, or how often I shall post, but I'm guessing it'll continue to be random on both counts. Coz that's just how I roll...