Bellini-induced Brain Freeze

What she said! There's a bit of blogging constipation going on in Bellini-ville. Lots of topics I'd like to consider writing about, but no time to get it down on keyboard. So allow me to be a bit "efficient" this one time 'cuz. Katerina did a more entertaining review of Mr. Personality than I could have ever done. Only thing I would add is that I can not stress enough how freaky that Chris/motivational speaker guy is.

Things ain't what they used to be When I was a young girl my mom got hit by a drunk driver. She was attending night classes at a local technical college and was waiting for the bus. I don't mean to make it sound more serious than it was. But then again, when has a drunk driving accident ever been not serious. As I had said, my mom was waiting for the bus when a truck jumped the curb in her direction. Luckily she had time to take a few steps back. The truck ran over her foot, knocking her over. She was lucky that there were a few other students waiting at the busstop that night. These amazing people rushed to my mom's aid. One stayed with her to make sure she would be ok while another bolted to a nearby phone booth to get help. Another super heroic guy jumped into the back of the truck to get the driver to stop, otherwise it would have been a hit and run. The details of the whole ordeal are not really clear to me as I was fairly young. I recall seeing gross pi...

The pool would have been dang cold... ...if it weren't for that guy's complete hotness. Perhaps aqua angel's warning to Ronnie with regards to the "talent" at the pool was premature. Although I would generally agree with her on this one, last night's deep water workout had a very pleasant, very yummy, newcomer. Mmmm, he was delish. He made the workout that much more enjoyable. Despite the fact that my arms were dying and threatening to break apart from my body in mutiny I had a huge smile on my face. I know Daisy seconds my motion; deep water workouts from this day forward must always include the "pool hottie." So, by all means, Ronnie, join your "Y." Seriously, the water is fine...and there may be a chance that the guys will be even finer .

Should read: April 27, 2003 Happy birthday, Posie! Sorry I didn't post this earlier, but duh, I saw you yesterday anyway. Hope the rest of the day was great!

Should read: April 27, 2003 Happy birthday, grandma! May you have many more birthdays to come.

Hooray for Hollywood! Unfortunately, I'm so serious about the authenticity of this flick. Coming soon to a theater near you: Wrong Turn A carload of six teens find themselves trapped in the woods of West Virginia, hunted down by cannibalistic mountain men grossly disfigured through generations of in-breeding. Eat your heart out, Blair Witch Project.

Flabbergasted Booooooooo! I'm so ashamed. I wanted to believe it was all a lie. Call it denial. Carmen Rasmusen, the twit who finally got booted off American Idol, was born in Edmonton, Alberta (3 hours north of me) and has family who live in my hometown, Calgary. Oh, the agony. All I can say is that I'm so glad she moved to Utah. The link between her and us Albertans is thus weakened. We're not horrible singers here. Honest!

Haha I win! I spooked Joe with my childhood memories of toys gone by. Hehehehehe

When a problem comes along you must "whiff" it, "whiff" it good I have a bone to pick with Mr. Wizard. When I was a little girl I recalled a particular experiment Mr. Wizard and this girl did where he held a cup of vinegar under the girl's nose while she was blindfolded. He then asked her to speak up when he took the vinegar away. (Don't ask me how I remember these things, it just stuck) A minute or two into the experiment the girl said the vinegar was gone. In actuality, the vinegar was still under her nose . Mr. Wizard explained that to avoid sensory overload or some jive like that, our brain will shut out things we have smelled already once it has had enough. Yeah, sue me if this explanation isn't legit or scientific enough. Anyway, as I've gotten older I've sworn by this method of surviving stinky situations. A minute or two of stinkiness and then I'm relieved, free to go on my merry little way. But it didn't work today, b...

Happy birthday, little A! You're getting to be such a big girl now! I miss you lots. Be nice to your baby brother and make sure mommy and daddy don't get into trouble. Love, Auntie Leah.

Bzzzzt. Wrong again When did the errors show up again on my blog? When? When? Grrrr. I hate those errors. But since I couldn't fix it I popped my sitemeter back up. I missed the little time-zone map. Sorry Zak for a hopeless cause am I. I'm just not computer savvy. This computer thing is a love-hate relationship.

Work it, girl! Last night was one of the best deep water workouts I've had in a long time. I find that I usually have better workouts when the instructor isn't a lady. Can't really explain why that is. I don't mean to offend anyone by my generalization, but the gay deep water instructors seem so buoyant (no pun intended) and energetic, they motivate me to push myself harder in the pool. That to me is a huge benefit since it's so easy to slack off in a workout that you do "at your own pace." He reminded me a lot of Jack from Will & Grace. I know that's a major stereotype. I feel so refreshed and my muscles ache in that satisfying post-workout way that they do. My arms especially. I'm such a weakling in my upper body. In all seriousness, the world needs more enthusiasm and happiness such as was exuded by last night's instructor. And if the only people possessing that positive attitude are gay, then we need more gay people. Even ...

Faith restored I was beyond ecstatic last night. Carmen Rasmusen was finally booted off of American Idol. Of course she'd be eliminated on the one episode I didn't watch or tape. Nevertheless, I'm soooooo happy. But why was Josh second to last? I mean, yeah, I know he's not good enough to win compared to Ruben or Kim Locke, but still. Keep him on for esthetics! Mm mm good. I mean, geez, take Trenyce and Clay out before Josh!

Always late....but worth the wait Yup, that's me. Anyway, Bizkette called us out for drinks last night. I assumed it was Margarita Night at Kelseys. Turns out it's Bellini Night at Earl's. Yummmmmm. The whole evening turned into a mini pub crawl of sorts by Bizkette's definition. I'll agree to that. Plus, Bizkette has always been out of the country everytime we do a pub crawl so it was nice to do a mini self-driven one just us 3. Reason we hopped around so many times: I'll plead restlessness. First stop was the Earl's by Anderson. Turns out they've renovated the place since I was there last summer...more along the kitschy designs of the Stephen Ave location but with its own twist. Much much much better than it used to be...but Bizkette wasn't feeling it. Eventually we decided to jet over to the Stephen Ave one so we downed our first bellini, paid our bill, and scooted away. I stand corrected. All this time I thought the Stephen Ave ...

Geese suck No disrespect at all intended towards Dan the Goose I suppose, more specifically, Canadian geese suck. Remember my little goose-family-to-be out on the agency balcony? Well, Mama Goose and Papa Goose seriously need some happy pills. Or maybe they need some hot goose-loving, which I hear tends to die down when there are eggs to sit on. They look like hideous monsters when you come visit them through the window. Their necks get all contorted in a grotesque fashion and they hiss at you menacingly. So much for the joyous anticipation of a new addition to the family. I know they're only trying to protect their privacy, but you would think they would have considered that before they laid their nest here. I'm not too thrilled with my snappish neighbors. So excuse my lack of enthusiasm when the time comes for Papa Goose to run around handing out cigars.

What would Ally do? How Ms. McBeal stayed looking all professional at all times during the working day is absolutely beyond me. My skirt feels altogether too short for wearing around the agency. That and it has a sideslit that seems to lead straight to sin. Why didn't I notice that sideslit before? Tscha, I knew I should have done the sit down/squat over test on this outfit before I left the house this morning. And what is with those ridiculous second linings on shirts that are supposed to give added coverage(?) to the boobies and only the boobies. I mean, that lining is not enough as it leaves a stupid telltale line across my chest. And don't you all look at me like you have no clue what I'm talking about here, I refuse to believe I'm the only one who has ever encountered this problem. Only remedy I can eke out is to keep tugging the shirt down so that blasted line doesn't press up against the rest of the shirt. The side effect? A lower neckline. Dan...

Thank heaven for little girls Hope everyone had as great an Easter as me and my family had. After the requisite Easter activities (Church, with alas no chocolate, but that's what the day after Easter is all about!) Posie and her parents came by with Lana. It is amazing how one tiny little girl can enrapt a house full of "grown-ups." Lana being my goddaughter, of course I'm smitten with the little boopsie. Me and my family can't get enough of the little doll. Needless to say Posie had Lana dressed all adorably, complete with matching hat and sunglasses, and she even brought bunny ears to make us gush even further. I wish Weird Kid had thought to snap a picture. Spydermonkey came by to have dinner with us and to visit with Lana as well. I love when everyone gets together like that. As for me, I'm so addicted to babies it's not even funny.

A hop away from Easter sunday Weird Kid and I missed out on the sample sale on Friday, it being Good Friday and all. Not to mention his computer just choked on a Windows XP update (stoopid stoopid Windows XP!) Needless to say, Saturday became quite busy busy busy. And Civic decided to come visit me at work just as I was finishing up Saturday. He had no plans either so he decided to join us at the sale. Daisy has indoctrinated him on all things French Connection (FCUK) so any opportunnities to enhance his FCUK experience should not be overlooked. Anyway, long story short, by the time Weird Kid had finished up at work, and we had picked up his computer at home, changed into "funner" clothes, dropped off his computer at the shop, found parking downtown and met up with Civic the sale was in its final hour of operation. SkyBar looks sooooo weird when it's not a bar. Much like how the magic is lost when the lights come on to signify the end of the night. Advantage of...

Relaaaaaax Thank goodness Spydermonkey enlightened me on the situation. Yesterday morning my alarm clock roused me from my sleep with a scary voice shrieking "Dr. Sataaaaan! Dr. Sataaaaaan!" Believe you me, I'd like to think that I'm a big strong girl by now, but I was so shook up over the whole thing I felt like hurling my alarm clock across the room and hiding under my comforter in the fetal position. Today I found out it was an ad for the upcoming film "House of 1000 Corpses." Why must they play horror movie ads on the radio? I had a similar experience a few years back when I woke up to the theme melody of The Exorcist. *shudders*

HAPPY EASTER!!!!! And, uh, for some of my more free-spirited friends, have a happy 4/20 day! Maybe you can mix up some of your goods with the choco bunnies. :D