Weigh it out
Pros
unbelievably excellent money
potential military hottie relationship
hot weather
better than what I'm up to these days
gorge myself on falafels (is that what they eat there? note: look into that further)
new culture, new experience
limited shopping access, I would assume...lots of money saved for moi
travel!
Cons
potential military hottie relationship (from soldier's bride to soldier's widow? sounds none too appealing)
I'm not a big fan of danger.
my family and friends...I'd go crazy without them.
rats, roaches, and other creepy crawly unpleasant stuffs I'm sure.
hot weather...I'd be whining in no time
what if they don't eat falafels there?
losing touch with everything that's happening around here...my clothes would be dated, my shoes! my purses! my godchildren are growing up so fast; they won't remember who I am! and how will I keep track of the latest songs?
where would I dance?
So my list is pret
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Forgive me, Iggy...
...for I know you are only human. You need to rest, too. You can only do so much.
My brother snapped at me in your defense last night.
"Yay! Another goal! Where's Iggy?"
"Shut up, Le! He's not going to score every single goal we have."
*thoughtful pause* "I knoooooow that. But where is he?"
"He's on the bench."
*further contemplation* "Why?! What's wrong?"
*exasperated sigh* "NOTHING!"
I love you, Mr. Iginla. I know you're married and that there are other girls out there who want your uber-hot self for their own but you are mine. Just thought I'd let that be known. :)
And if you could hook up one of my friends with Kiprusoff I'm sure they'd have some admiration for you, too. Daisy or Posie, he can have his pick. But I suppose it could get ugly should the other one get jealous.
I'm not feeling that patchy facial hair you and the boys have got g
Mmm
Work went by insanely fast today. So fast that I didn't realize that I worked half an hour past my scheduled shift. It wouldn't have been such a big deal except for the fact that my time is in short supply and getting on with the rest of my day a half hour late meant I had to forego the gym. I tell you, my workout is just too long and I'm a stickler for doing the whole routine. So if I don't have the whole 2 hours to spend then I just don't go.
Hello Tae Bo.
Latina is in town for a short little while before she heads out for her field study at the university. We didn't get to do anything we had all talked about. No roller skating, no meeting the J***s (both Daisy's and my own, though we all have to wonder if anyone will ever meet my J***...except for my coworkers), no introducing Latina and her man to SoHo, no Death By Chocolate chocolate buffet. *sigh* So now we have to wait another 2 weeks or so before we all get together again. Mind you,
Go Flames Go!
Hooray for winning Game 1 against Detroit. I love you guys. Keep it up.
I've accepted the fact that I will not be seeing Black Eyed Peas on Saturday. *choked* I won't get to shimmy with the best of them all "Hey Mama"-like.
I bought another purse. Shhhhhh.
I know I have a lot of pictures to take.
I also bought an anklet with a bazillion capiz-looking shells dangling off of it. It makes a pretty clattering sound every time I step. So here I am sitting here shimmying my ankle just to hear it clap about. It'll be extra fun doing my belly-dancing video from now on.
The fluffy hippies are trying to break me down. Yoga was yet again more enjoyable this week than the previous. I almost feel guilty leaving the class after the instructor has gotten used to us and recognizes our faces. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep up with the yoga wednesdays. It's only one hour and I can go swimming on Monday and gym all the other days. I don'
"I'm just a girl who can't say 'no.'"
So it was my day off yesterday. Weird Kid and I went to this new dessert cafe I've been wanting to try. I read about it a month or so ago and since then I've been real curious about it since one of their birthday cake specialties would suit our grandma perfectly. Needless to say, we were the self-appointed cake-orderers for my grandma's birthday party this upcoming Saturday. But shhhh, it's a surprise.
While we were there (the father who owns the cafe is super-adorably sweet) we decided to try out some other flavors he had on offer. Weird Kid had some Mocha Nougat Torte or something like that. I had the Raspberry Lychee Cheesecake (I'm a lychee addict, what can I say?) In addition they had this Japanese import drink: Mango Yogloo. The logo kind of looked like Yoohoo (yum) but it was described as a mango yogurt based beverage. So we got a couple of those to wash down our dessert noshies.
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"Le sigh"
Just a quick boo about the reality show I was going to audition for: I never had a chance. Turns out some of my family had issues with us being filmed day in day out and so I didn't even try. It makes sense...just 'cuz I'm an attention-whore doesn't mean my whole family is willing to be in the spotlight. Alas, alas, the world will never know me.
Happy 4/20 to those who "celebrate" it.
I feel like such a hypocrite. All these years I've seen friends come in and out of crappy relationships and I took notes, swearing it would never happen to me. And there have been times when they would snap at me for "judging" them, claiming that I've never been in their situation so I could never EVER possibly understand. So what happens? Now I feel like I'm the one in the crappy relationship, and despite all my friends telling me to walk away I instead play the sucker and want to "try again."
Oh, wait a second, t
Memory lapse
It's crazy. A few days ago I was whining that I hadn't won anything at all during Tim Horton's latest Roll Up The Rim promo this year.
"What are you talking about? You won a donut, didn't you?" asked Daisy.
No, I did not win a donut. Where did she get that idea?
Fast forward to a couple of days later. Daisy, Bizkette, and I are leaving Second Cup to head on home. I pull something out of my coat. What's this???
It's a rim giving me a free donut.
"I knew it! I TOLD you you won a donut!"
So she was right. But the nutty thing is, I still can't recall when I won this donut. And I can't even remember when the last time I wore this coat would have been. I don't remember wearing this coat to Tim Horton's at all since Roll Up The Rim started this year.
If I didn't know better I would've thought Daisy planted that winning rim in my pocket just to prove me wrong. But she'd never be devious l
Everybody be cool
I'm loving anti right now. Not that he wasn't snazzy before, but on my latest visit I was greeted with all this Pulp Fiction business. It's a beautiful thing.
And apparently, I am...
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You're sweet, but not naive - though you like to be babied like a child at times. You prefer to have a bad boy by your side, but sometimes have problems understanding why he has to run off to take care of business. You want to settle down, yet deep down inside, you are excited by the surprises life throws your way.
Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.
As much as I would've loved to be Mia Wallace, I cannot deny the fact that their description of Fabienne fits me like a glove.
"It's been a long time...shouldn't've left you"
Don't get me wrong, I come by here everyday. I try and visit all of your blogs at least once a week to keep up with everyone. And I've got lots to say, too, but by the time I sign into blogger and I stare at that blank white window just waiting for my thoughts my mind goes "poof!" and I forget all that I had to say. Am I developing blogger-shyness? I hope not.
For the past two Wednesdays I've been accompanying Daisy to drop-in Yoga. Personally, I find Yoga to be a whole lot of "fluffy hippie crap." (<== the definition of Yoga in the Leah edition of the dictionary) However, since it's not costing me a whole lot I've decided to give it 3 honest tries. It's still fluffy hippie crap in my books, and so far it feels like a waste of my time and effort. I don't need help relaxing. I don't need someone to guide me towards my inner peace. I would really rathe
Ditto
I'm typing this article out word for word 'cuz I can't find it anywhere online. Found in Saturday's Calgary Herald Entertainment section.
Singer struggles with cancer recovery Anastacia finding it difficult to return to a normal life. Judith Woods. The Telegraph. London
Anastacia bounces onto the stage, a tiny doll-like figure in customized combats, platform Guccis, and a tourniquet-tight vest bearing the legend Survivor Chick in gothic lettering.
"It's a bit awkward to be back up here. Great, but awkward," she tells the audience at the London recording studio where she is filming songs from her new album.
Then she lets rip with her astonishing, huge voice and, as the high notes ricochet off the ceiling, the crowd goes wild. She jokes with fans and leads them in a handclap, raunchily striding up and down the stage.
It's clear that, despite a year-long absence while she was treated for breast cancer, the 30-year-old American sin
I'm ready for my close-up
Some of you who have been following the local news will probably know what I'm referring to when I say:
I'm contemplating letting myself get exploited on national television for the entertainment of the (Canadian) masses.
Actually, I don't exactly know how entertaining I'd actually be. I don't even know if anyone watches it, though it's apparently in it's 5th season now or something like that. I mean, c'mon, Canadian television? It just can't compare with American fare for couch potatoes.
Sprung it on my mom during dinner today. I'm sure she didn't think I was serious.
Until I mentioned that they're asking for consent to film family, friends, and coworkers, too.
Enh, just thought it might be fun. We'll see.
"I have to be high enough to kick someone's ass."
A quote from someone I spoke to tonight. I'll let you ponderoo on the originator. :)
And goodness where are my manners? Man, I'm so slow. Many thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. That was awfully nice of you all. I was particularly pleasantly surprised to get comments from anti and 6togo since I didn't think they ever visited around here. Happy day all around.
Incompetence at its best: I bought new batteries for my digital camera, right? So I slap them in to get all snap-happy...and after setting up my first shot (Pumas!) the batteries are already dying. Kaput! Of all things! Thank goodness it says "Full money back guarantee" on the back of the batteries package. I wonder if this is a common situation and hence the guarantee business? Anyway, it was annoying. Alas, this is the only new picture you get, my lovelies.
This is pair one of my two pairs of sna
I can't keep up
I'm so behind on my blog it's not even funny. Don't even know where to start. Got some new batteries for my digicam (finally) so hopefully I can take some pics of purses and Pumas(!) soon-ish.
I haven't even talked about Saturday and Sunday of my birthday extravaganza and it feels like it was such a long time ago already. Probably for the best 'cuz then it won't be so excruciatingly detailed.
Saturday (March 27) morning Weird Kid and Spydermonkey took me on an expedition for Pumas. The two pairs they had given me on my birthday were too big and they didn't have my size at the store where they had bought them. And I thought I was a shoe fanatic, these kids are hardcore when it comes to finding the right kicks. We went to Chinook to return the shoes, hit up Shawnessy Winners and Shoe Company, Heritage Winners, back to Chinook (Spydermonkey wanted to go flirt with the Spare Parts girl some more), allllll the way to Sunridge Winners
I AM Canadian
I just had a day chock-full of Canadian music. Avril Lavigne did a free mini-concert in the parking lot of Southcentre this afternoon and being the darling big sister that I am, I took my sweet baby sis to see the show.
In doing so I've gained a lot of newfound respect for Mlle. Lavigne. I'm impressed.
Then tonight Daisy treated me to the Barenaked Ladies concert at the Saddledome. It's something I wouldn't normally think of attending 'cuz I only listen to their music on occasion on the radio. There isn't a single Barenaked Ladies CD to be found in my household.
By attending the Barenaked Ladies concert I've gained a lot of newfound lust for one of the lead singers. No, not the one that looks like Drew Carey. The other one. Or as Daisy remarked: "the hot other one." Is his name Ed? I don't know. I'll refer to him as HOO. Hot Other One. I heart HOO.