Your mission, should you choose to accept it...
Fate, who'dathunkit? I realized us bloggers have found one another for a reason, and the reason is this: (Note: I may get kicked out of the league for revealing the master plan. This is serious top secret information, keep it on the hush hush.)
bing and kool keith are in the midst of preparations for complete world domination. Being superheroes, this should be a slice for the duo. However, they need a cover so they're superhero efforts go undetected. Hmm, where to turn, where to turn?
Enter M, better known as Moxie . She is the wealthy benefactor of a top secret female crime fighting organization. An ass-kicking force to give Tony's xbi a run for their money.
Recruited by Coyote , three girls become foxy secret agents. The first is Ang , the logistics expert in all our operations. Knowing several languages she is able to seduce all the baddies into submission. Next up is Sahalie . The group's explosive
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You like me, you really really like me!
Got plenty of feedback on the whole Flamingo situation. Much thanks to everyone for that!
Coyote promised to "catch (me) if (I) fall." That is sooooo sooooo sweet.
Everybody pretty much figured I should say something, do something to see where things would lead with him. I am in complete agreeance. This ridiculousness has gone on long enough.
Not sure if I'd have the "huevos" (and, I mean, girls aren't supposed to have "huevos" anyway) to call him. And that is really really interesting considering I never had qualms about calling him before. Sahalie's suggestion of dropping him an email is more within my comfy m.o. these days.
Problem is timing. Seeing as I posted that "I Saw You" ad recently it'd be way too much of a coincidence if I emailed him all of a sudden. Particularly if he saw the ad. *cringes* He'd put 2 and 2 together. His head may be big, but something i
When do I get to be a survivor?
Last night as I got comfy in my bed I realized that exactly one year ago I had my last session of radiation therapy. That also means that I have now rid myself of any and all of my cancer for 365 days *knocks on wood.*
I hear the term "cancer survivor" a lot. I'm wondering when I get to be part of that club. How does someone ever know that they will never have to deal with it again? One minute you're a survivor and then next thing you know you might be a victim again.
In other news, I also ended up 30 pounds lighter one year ago. I had complete intentions of keeping the weight off. But after a month or so of eating cereal and not being able to savor any of my favorite foods I kind of went buckwild on the cuisine in celebration of the return of my tastebuds. I haven't stopped "partying" since. Needless to say the weight is back on (but no more than original, thank goodness). It's kind of bittersweet. I'
It's like a heatwave
The weather over the weekend was unbearable. If it weren't for the air conditioning of the mall and other facilities I think I would've gone insane.
Saturday, I ran about getting my eyebrows done, gathering together the last piece of Lana's birthday present, and having lunch all before starting my shift at the mall. That heat was horrible. Unfortunately, I am not as sage as aqua angel and the others. I don't usually wear sunscreen unless I expect to be out all day (ie. Stampede). I know it's a horrible practice but that's me. Sun sure stung the skin though while I was outside. I don't think I got burned, at least not the red and peeling sort of way. I finally did get my chest a bit tanner. I'm good to go for the rest of the summer.
Sunday was Lana's 1st birthday party. It was a few weeks late, but that's what you get when there are a lot of May birthdays within the crowd to be celebrated. You can't exa
Humble bumble
A little bird directed me to Flamingo's website last week. (Note: The previous link will not take you to his site, I think that would be giving away too much information.) I didn't know such a thing existed, but now I know. Embarassingly enough, I've pretty much devoured everything he wrote on there. I feel like such a stalker.
So I shared this latest discovery with Mijo and Daisy. Mijo asked if I was still sexually attracted to him (Flamingo, not Mijo). Given the fact that I've known Flamingo since I was a fairly young girl I think "sexually attracted" would be a very strong way of putting it. I told Mijo there's one thing for certain now, I'm certainly not attracted to him when he's drunk. But who ever likes drunks anyway?
Basically talking to those two didn't really sort anything out for me...not that I was looking to them to solve this fixation of mine. A lot of the latest stuff I've learned about him make m
I'm such a baby
So I was doing laundry in the basement and due to the heat I was too lazy to stand while sorting the dirty clothes. There I was, sitting on the laundry room floor when I felt a sharp pin prick in a really unfortunate area.
I gasped and quickly moved away to look for the offending needle when there, amongst the dirty laundry, was some greenish massive bug. In a panic I took a ratty tshirt (my dad uses it as a rag when he does work on the car), wrapped my fist in it, and pounded that alien sucker.
But oh my god, it hurrrrrrt. I quickly got a load started in the washer and went upstairs and whined to my dad about the whole ordeal. Being the baby that I am, I also had him retrieve the alien bug out of the laundry for me.
Turns out it was a wasp. I guess I've never really encountered a wasp so upclose before 'cuz I definitely had no idea what that bug was, and for that reason my heart was racing even faster when I "smushed" it. Also turns ou
*rolling tumbleweed*
Boy, is it ever dead in blog-ville today, boys and girls. My hit-count for today thus far is pathetic. (By the way, much thanks to Coyote for leaving the only comment I got all day yesterday. You're such a flirt! *giggles*)
Where are you all? It's not only comments I'm hungering for; you guys aren't even posting! I suppose the Americans are prepping for their long weekend, us here in Calgary are probably slacking off at work taking extra long lunch hours to enjoy this nice weather. And it sure doesn't help that Blogger is choking us while bending us over to take us from behind. I hear that those kind of o's are mythical and overrated. All I can say is the new Blogger better be freakin' fantastic after all of this.
Late again
Anyone seeing a pattern in here? Told you I'm pure Flip. Always late but worth the wait. I've got a shirt that expresses that exact sentiment. Let me model it for you all sometime.
Anyway, yes, what was I saying?
Oh yeah, big ups to Air Romeo and good luck to his future teaching career. I may go visit you in Philly. And if I do, you better treat a girl to a real-deal-Holyfield cheesesteak. Capeesh? (*lol* I swear that's not the correct spelling)
And if I do go to Philly and I don't experience some cheesesteak nirvana I'll...I'll...I'll make your nose bleed again. Comprende compadre? I'm just teasing. You know that one time was an accident, right? Right?
Yeesh, yes, congrats on the Philly maneuvre. Make C-Spot proud, even though you haven't been a C-spotter in a long while. I know you're still a part of us deep down. You'll make a kickass basketball coach, you crazy hightower, you. Certain you'll make a gr
Step it up
Last week I bought some snazzy kitten-heel mules at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart! It looks like it's made of raw silk, just plain black, 10 dollars. 10 dollars! (Yes, I feel like repeating myself a lot today) I've never owned a pair of kitten heels before, so I was excited. Just one step away from stilettos. Don't know if I'll ever cross-over to stilettos, but I'm almost there.
Anyway, I decided to wear them today at work to stretch them out a bit while I'm at my desk. Even more daring, I wore them to work to see how long I'd last. It's not too too bad, I'll test it out during my lunch hour. And for those concerned for the well-being of my tootsies, not to worry, I've brought back-up shoes with me.
Getting to work was an adventure in itself as it is. Just stepping out of the house I thought I'd cut across the lawn to get to the bus stop. I was mortified, my heels were jabbing their way into the earth! These were not the typ
Another late announcement
Meant to post this earlier this morning but I got caught up at work. Hopefully aqua angel did well on her job interview this morning. I could definitely use with a new lunch-hour pal around here. I sent "excellent interview" vibes her way this morning. Hope the rest of her readers did as well.
He looks like a million bucks!
So Ms. Hayley picked millionaire Will on Mr. Personality. She lucked out. I wonder if she would have cried if she had rejected after learning how much money he has? Not that I'm here to assume she's materialistic like that, but, you know.
Definitely better than being Chris' mindslave. Spoo-kay.
*scrubbing fervently in the shower* Not. Clean. Enough!
My favorite quote ever from that short-lived animated series, The Critic.
Goodness, I need some therapy now. Hockey players are beyond dirty. And it's not the good kind of dirty, either. I'm scarred for life.
And of course, I would have to run into every single hockey-playing friend I have. Perfect timing, you guys, reappearing out of the woodwork after I've heard all about your filthy "team" activities.. Mental images of all the "games" you guys play. Oh my god, don't touch me.
Why, Iginla, why???
A girls' girl, gentleman's girl, girl about town.
Alright, so that was a stretch. It sure felt like I did a lot last night.
After work Daisy met up with me downtown so we could catch Down With Love at Eau Claire Market. Since I never get home after work on Fridays we had to figure out where to have dinner.
Can you believe I've lived here all my life and never been to Old Spaghetti Factory? Would you believe it's also an amazing value? All their entrees come with unlimited bread, a soup or a salad (which are all pretty standard "come-with"s at Italian restaurants these days) PLUS ice cream and coffee to finish off? All that for less than an entree at Luciano's or East Side Mario's! Not that I'd trade those two restaurants for Old Spaghetti Factory but this restaurant did not disappoint either. My cavatappi was soooo good. The bread, too, was sooooo good. I'm firmly convinced I could never do an Atkins diet.
And my luck is just incr
Slam him into the penalty box
Well, another workweek is about to end and another retail work weekend is about to begin.
Hopefully B-girl will finally relay her info about why hockey players are so scandalous. Last Sunday we were talking about Mr. Hottie upstairs and she dished the new info she had found; Mr. Hottie plays hockey.
"Hm, yes, that would explain a lot. I tend to go for those hockey players. Yummy."
"Naughty girl!"
"What???"
"Hockey players are dirty. I'll tell you about it later."
And then we got busy at work. Dang it all. But if it's the kind of dirty I think she's talking about I can't see how that could be a bad thing. He can bodycheck me anytime.
And you don't stop
Sifting through my closet last night I found one of my favorite skirts. This skirt is my chum, my pal. We've got a symbiotic relationship. I fulfill skirt's purpose in life, and in return it gets me compliments.We are like Eminem and Dr. Dre....I think.
I get to work. "That's such a cute skirt!" - Why, thank ya!
I get to the pool. Daisy goes "I totally forgot how much I love your skirt." - Yes yes, I know.
We go do some shopping. Random girl stops me mid-shop. "I love your skirt." - Absolutely, it rocks out.
I would wear that skirt everyday just to get all those compliments. A girl's gotta get the ego-strokes where she can. But that'd be ridiculous, I've got other players on my all-star team of a wardrobe.
"Feed me, Seymour."
Climbing on up
Much thanks to Nephthys et al for placing the following link on their blog.
A long time ago when I was blog surfing I came across this guy who was rambling on about the Ladder Theory . I was surprised at how many people got all upset over this one person's opinions and personal observations. Clearly the guy is bitter and most likely suffering from DSB (anyone remember that term from back in jr. high?) but take it with a grain of salt, people!
Bah, I knew the guy was just cranky. I let it slide, it's simply not worth any debate.
But, as incensed as some people may have become over this whole ladder theory business I could see some truth behind it. I mean, everyone I've talked to has always considered going out with a friend. Maybe they didn't think about it a long time, but they still thought about it a teensy-weensy bit.
Anyway, let it enrage you or bemuse you or whatever. Just thought I'd throw it out there.
Need a breathtaking holiday?
More reading; looks like our options for a carefree vacation are slimming down, fellow Canadians. The following countries are screening citizens of SARS "hotspots" (including Canada, even if you're miles away from Toronto) upon entry into their land. You could be quarantined or even refused entry for showing the slightest symptoms of SARS.
Antigua and Barbuda, Australia, Bahamas, Bangladesh (flights from Hong Kong and Singapore), Barbados, Belize, Bhutan, Brazil, Brunei, Bulgaria, Burkina Faso, Cambodia, Cayman Islands, Chile, China, China - Hong Kong, Colombia, Cook Islands, Costa Rica, Cyprus, Denmark, Egypt, El Salvador, Estonia, Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia, Gabon, Germany, Greece, Guatemala, Guyana, India, Indonesia, Iran, Italy, Jamaica, Japan, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Kenya, Kuwait, Kyrgyz Republic , Lebanon, Libya, Mali, Mexico, Mongolia, Nepal, New Caledonia, New Zealand, Nicaragua, Norway, Pakistan, Panama, Papua New Guinea
A big vacation
Found during my regular office reading: "New Resort Caters To The Plus-Sized Market" by Ian Stalker
My summary:
Freedom Paradise Resort is a new four-star all-inclusive resort that opened in the Mayan Riviera (Mexico - near Cancun) this past March. A "'size-friendly vacation club' (where) seriously overweight people needn't feel out of place."
I couldn't quite wrap my mind around it. I realize that plane seating configurations could do with more "size-friendly" spacing. But what would a resort need to do to accommodate fuller-figured people? Well, here's what Freedom Paradise has done and is offering:
"a picture of an overweight man on a beach in (their) promotional literature"
"strong and sturdy furniture" specially-ordered by the resort
chairs that don't have armrests
double doors on room units
"larger than usual" life jackets for guests participating in water sports
tw
Poor mother goose
The building is suffering from goose withdrawal.
The goslings finally arrived. Of course they hatched over the weekend and silly me I didn't even bring my camera in yesterday "just in case" they were there. What a great Mother's Day present for mama goose, though I don't think geese celebrate mother's day. Still, a nice present. Just like Lana was a wonderful present for Posie last Mother's Day.
But apparently wildlife people got all concerned about the newly hatched chicks. Parents tend to drop them from wherever the nest is so they can all fly away to their new home. By new home I'm assuming Prince's Island Park since I see so many geese there. Back to the point. Baby goslings don't immediately have the skills to fly so often, when they have nested on the office buildings here downtown, the little geese don't survive the fall to the sidewalk.
Yesterday afternoon two ladies from the Inglewood Bird Sanctuary
The way we were
I said I'd post last week's encounter with the Flamingo but never got around to it. The scenario is still fairly fresh in my mind. Then again, any and all things pertaining to the Flamingo get seared into my brain. I can still relay the whole evening practically word for word. Perhaps we are all up for a bit of entertainment. So without further delay:
The Flight of the Flamingo
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, ok, it wasn't exactly storming but it wasn't a beautiful evening, either. Having missed out on Posie's birthday soiree at Senor Carlos I had said I'd join up with them at SkyBar. Naturally Daisy was my accomplice, ever my sidekick for adventure.
Lets cut to the chase: sometime later in the evening, when we had had a few more Malibu Slings in our system and what have you, I was attacked/hugged by a drunken guy as I was doing my thing on the dance floor.
*blinking fast, trying to make out the figure in the darkened room.
Dream on, dream away
I'm not going to finish that lyrical quote lest someone out there read it and laugh at me. :D
I had a dream last night...it felt so real yet so unlikely. Does that make any sense?
Lil_Kee was having a party at her house, the one with the pool (I don't want to hear about it again, Joe! ) It felt real 'cuz I knew everyone there. But it was also an unlikely situation 'cuz, although I know all these people, I tend to not attend these things. I don't do a whole lot with my generation of the Flip community around here. Now does everything make sense?
Realistic or not, I was at this party, and I don't know what the occasion was but everyone was there. Yes, even Joe was there so it must've been something big if him and his mini-clan trekked up here for the occasion.
Funny thing was, I never saw the hosts of the party once. No Lil_Kee, no Mr. Lil_Kee, no Lil_Kee munchkins. It was as if we had all invaded their house without them o
Mmmm
If you guys have been keeping up with what I let you in on, then you all know that I find Groove Armada music insanely sexy. Here's another song I love; aural sex right there.
Jesse Cook - Fall at Your Feet (originally performed by Crowded House)
I'm really close tonight
And I feel like I'm moving inside her
Lying in the dark
I think that I'm beginning to know her
Let it go
I'll be there when you call
Whenever I fall at your feet
And you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain
You're hiding from me now
There's something in the way that you're talking
The words don't sound right
But I hear them all moving inside you
Go, I'll be waiting when you call
Whenever I fall at your feet
And you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain
The finger of blame has turned upon itself
And I'm more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence or need my
*tap tap* Is this thing on? Pt. V
Alright, home stretch, folks.
It hasn't been updated in a while, but I keep a girl's guide to going out en nueva york kicking around for when I finally get to that wonderful Big Apple. Hopefully I'll have better salsa skills by then, I shouldn't make a fool of myself in front of the big time dancers. Another problem, it's a lot easier to get out on the dance floor when you already have a partner who dances well with you. Let's add that to the "to do" list. Where are all the guys who like to throw down, I ask?
Another great blogger is Sarah. Very bright and a wonderful writer. Not too long ago she got her wisdom teeth removed, man does that bring back memories. Soup and Carnation Instant Breakfast....crikey.
kittybukkake is a marathon runner which grips me with awe. I have nothing against runners, but running is definitely one form of physical fitness which I detest, personally. I'll do anything b
*tap tap* Is this thing on? Pt. IV
Keep on keepin' on... I honestly tried to be more fussy on my blogroll but only managed to cut 5 out of the whole list. I don't check on them all every single day, perhaps only half of them are daily reads. Nevertheless, they're still great reading.
Eat Drink and Be Married may be just another personal blog out of the many out there, but I think it's pretty cool that they throw in lots of recipes, too. Sort of a blog meeting the Food Network website. Good stuffs.
Dan the Goose is another big-time blogger, another university student, and another Californian. I told you the circles of blogs I read tend to meld together. Not that that's a bad thing.
When I need a baby fix and Lana isn't around to toddle with nor are there any godchildren nearby I can get a little dose of baby-ness at yndygo's blues . Yes, I know some people may consider me psycho for being so brood-ish at my age, especially when I see first-h
I'll drink to that
Ah, to feel young again.
This past weekend was wonderful despite the chilly air and bothersome drizzle/freezing rain.
I stayed out not once, but twice! Two nights in a row raging into the early morn. I have revalidated myself.
After a coffee and Taco Time with aqua angel , Daisy and I headed to O'Sullivans where her coworkers were partaking in some karaoke. The doll bought me a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea. She didn't have to but it wasn't what I ordered and that somehow made her feel responsible for the mix up *just as confused as you* so I got my drink on for free. Holy crap that took me forever to finish! It was like the Long Island Iced Tea pitcher that never ends!
We then trudged over to Denny's only to find out that they were closed for renovations. Since when does Denny's ever close for anything? Not wanting to settle for Tim Horton's, and without a vehicle to avail ourselves of the drive-thru window at Wendy's
*tap tap* Is this thing on? Pt. III
I'm glad to hear that some of you out there are enjoying the introductions. Here are some more! :D
I heard about Scaryduck early on when Blogger announced that this guy had won some sort of British award for his blog. He definitely has great storytelling skills, that's for sure.
Jamie of the known universe lives in New York. Of course I love that! Plus there's lots of pictures of random New York-ness. That's a nice treat.
I'm not sure what it is about Carlos and his blog but I enjoy reading it. Does that make me voyeuristic; how I enjoy reading about strangers' day to day lives? Well, yeah, of course I know the answer to that question is yes. It feels so private (not in a dirty way, obviously, unless that's what the writer has written), yet it's so anonymous...it's perfect(?)
Skinny. Evil. Bitches. If you have no idea what I'm talking about then let Ronnie give you a crash course. As al
*tap tap* Is this thing on? Pt. II
Another edit: Thanks to Ang for the heads up. Here is the proper link for loobylu .
Everybody back? I hope you're all finding someone new and interesting to read and/or get to know. Community, beautiful word, say it with me. Community
Alright, moving right along...
I used to vacation in Toronto every summer for a few years running and I never came across the AccordionGuy . I shouldn't be too surprised, though, seeing as Toronto is such a big city. But hello? Much Music? How could I have missed him if he was on Much Music???
It looks like I read quite a few blogs that involve people working in the medical profession. DaGoddess is one of them. Sometimes I wonder if this is a hint that my calling was to take care of others just like these fine blogging nurses and doctors are doing. But then I snap out of it. I'm way too squeamish to be a medical anything .
I'm not so certain anymore how I came across Commentary du
Pretty AND witty
From Anecdotage (not a blog)
Brainy Reply
The model Padma Lakshmi often met compliments on her physical appearance with a curiously sly response. "When people say things like: 'Oh, you're so beautiful,'" Lakshmi once explained, "I like to respond: 'Yes, and my brains don't sag either.'"
Lakshmi, Padma (1970- ) Indian model, girlfriend of author Salman Rushdie
*tap tap* Is this thing on?
Edit: This post was just going to be way too long so this will be a week long series instead.
Hello everyone, glad to see you here. I suppose you're wondering why I've gathered all of you here. Why has such a hugely diverse group been brought together on my little blog?
Desiree left a really kind comment a few days ago with a link to a blog love-in . What a wonderful idea! Alas, some of my favorite blogs don't have comments and I'm absolutely lazy about writing emails. I've since come up with my own version of doing the love-in. Allow me to introduce you all to one another's blogs (yes, I know there are a lot of you) with reasons why I read your blogs or perhaps a tidbit that I have learned we have in common. So in no preferential order...
I like how E! writes. While it is not a daily read for me, I do enjoy what he has to say.
Reverse Cowgirl blogs about quirky sex-related things. Who doesn't like to read that
Yay, keep 'em coming!
There was another hottie at the pool last night. I still like the first pool hottie better, and coincidentally he didn't go last night. At least I still had eye candy for the workout.
But dang if the cougars wouldn't back up off of him.
Down cougars!
Best part is seeing them hoist themselves out of the pool. I think they know it, too. Pool hottie no. 1 from Monday and last night's pool hottie got in and out of the pool several times. Those yummy broad shoulders and all that muscly yumminess. Yeah, they knew they had our attention whenever they got out of the pool. Perhaps guys can be attention whores, too.
I scream, you scream...
Zak knew. I didn't know until Daisy enlightened me.
I hope there were at least a few of you who were able to take advantage of the free ice cream at Baskin Robbins from 6-10.
I myself had a Hawaiian Crunch cone. Mmmmm.
I wish I had known about it earlier so everyone would've had a decent heads-up. And unlike Joe's special offer finds, this one was applicable to Americans AND Canadians.