Aloha oe Right now I forget what oe means, but I'm sure I'll learn about it in half a day's time or so. And I'm sure it's relevant to right now. Anyway, wish me luck! Here's to plenty of stories to share in a week's time!
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Hot child in the city From what I've heard it's just hot everywhere you go in the world these days. Even my basement is not as cool and comforting as it usually is. Sooo harsh. Last weekend my cousin and his wife had a renewal of vows as well as the christening of their son (they got married in the Philippines a while back, and not very many of us were able to travel there to attend). The reception was held at the Sheraton Suites Eau Claire. I always knew it was a nice hotel but I had no idea just how nice . To put it into perspective I don't think I want my wedding reception to be at the Palliser anymore. The service and quality of everything they had at the Sheraton was UNBELIEVABLE . I'm in love with the Sheraton now. And it's a bonus that it's so close to the river I love so much. I would have to say this cousin is one of my favorites out of those who have married into our family. I think she's so sweet and kind...and it's tough being a wom...
"Ballroom blitz" I almost forgot! Saturday (the day at the Stampede) we sat at the ATCO Blue Flame Kitchen to rest our feet while Buzzards Cowboy Cuisine demonstrated how they cook some of their specialties. For all those who are not in the know, Buzzards is famous for their annual "Testicle Festival" which usually coincides with Stampede time in the city. So guess what they cooked up for us that day? Yeah. I ate (albeit just a small sample, those puppies are big!) a pan-fried prairie oyster in gravy. It's a lot chewier than I thought it'd be. Interesting. Perhaps since they did not pressure cook it. My mom makes a really good beef tongue dish but the tongue is so tender from pressure cooking that it practically just melts in your mouth. Not so with fried prairie oysters. So there you have it, I've tasted a toro's cojones. And now, back to our studio!
"Got to get you back in my life" Sheer curiosity has me wondering how long can I create blog post titles out of song lyrics. Given the amount of time I've spent on here in the past month I'll never run out of lyrics simply since I rarely post these days. That also means I have way too much to write about whenever I do get around to posting, but time constraints and not wanting to babble results in cutting out some fun times on here since I never had the time to write about it. C'est la vie. C'est dommage. But I'll try to remember everything I wanted to write about, if only because I haven't written in ages. The Usual Suspects and I headed out to Edmonton on Canada Day just to get out of the city. Or rather, we headed to West Edmonton Mall since we never really do anything else in Edmonton. I am offended that they have Urban Outfitters and Hollister and we do not have them in Calgary... yet . I remain hopeful. With it being a holiday it turned ou...
"Just like me, they long to be close to you." So last Friday the Usual Suspects and I had our "routine" unwind at Caffe Beano. "Routine" is in quotations for a reason I shall discuss later. As per usual, we closed the place down, but that's not very hard to do when it's Friday night and only midnight. When we stepped outside there was a scooter at the door and this got everyone talking about everything from fuel efficiency to how it looked kind of mucky (my contribution, what can I say? Scooters should look impeccable and stylish, not mucky...though Daisy said later about Civic saying something about how this vehicle wasn't technically a scooter or something. Whatever, it's cute and small and can take me around town.) Naturally, right before I'm about to say something about how it looks junked the owner steps out and sits on the bench behind us. So now the boys are all talking to him about fuel efficiency and blah di blah. Us ...
Moving on up Weird Kid, darling brother that he is, convocated last Tuesday. Obviously we're super proud of him. The stats make my family look good, not that that is what it's all about, but still. My parents produced two university graduates! I didn't really think much about it until my mom broke it down, seems like we're the only ones in the family circle (blood-wise) thus far. And with that my brother treated himself to a new car as his reward. Not brand new, but it's still pretty snazzycakes. Not to mention it's his first stick-shift. Much better than I, that's for sure. It's fun riding around in his Infiniti, though. All I've got to show for the past week is my new entertainment console. I'm building it all by myself, I might add. (Hopefully it can hold up my TV, haha.) Plus I got a bit of a raise so yay for me! It's not much compared to my brother Mr. Geophysicist :) but it was still cause for a smile. As fate would have it I...
Deal or no deal A really steadfast dealbreaker for me at my age are guys who are divorced already I’m sure my opinion will change as I get older, but for a guy to have married and divorced before even hitting 30 cries out “foul” in my mind. And of course you never get the whole story, usually it’s only his side. But somehow at some point they fell apart. Maybe they were reckless and got married too soon or maybe they just grew apart from one another. In any case it doesn’t give me a very wise and mature impression of the guy. Why am I telling you this? Remember that one hot TA in my salsa class? My crush on him grows bigger by the week. I must have a giddy look on my face whenever I get to practice with him. What can I say? It feels so good to be dancing in the arms of someone who knows what he’s doing and is damn good at it. I peg him at early 30s, tops. Smart dresser, smells nice, confident dancer. Although it’s poor dance form I notice I move my body closer and closer...
Friday, I'm in Love Well, not really, but Tubby Dog's special this month - the Aunt May - is the best hot dog they've come up with thus far I'd have to say. Let's see, there was potato salad, mustard, scallions, and lots and lots of grated cheese. So. Good. I update Weird Kid on the Tubby Dog specials so often I swear he thinks I eat there on a regular basis. Contrary to popular belief this was only my 3rd Tubby Dog since they opened last year(?). I've had the A-Bomb (space cheese, bacon bits, potato chips) and the Slaw Dog (cole slaw, chili, I can't remember what else) but Aunt May has been the best by far. Too bad it's only here for a short while. Yeah, Friday was our typical jaunt around 17th. We started with some tea at Steeps (no Caffe Beano this time!), always good. had Tubby Dog, then we ended up at Tim Hortons where we helped Daisy out with her school marking. It had been so long since I've helped her mark her students' homework...
Would you like to buy a vowel? Skrong Pronunciation: 'skro[ng] Function: noun : the effect on fuller-figured women wearing peasant skirts which causes the fabric to gather in between the legs while walking (don't laugh, I've seen way too many of these lately) The look that is inevitably created is that of a "so-wrong-sarong-for-each-leg AKA flowy long skort." Illustrations graciously omitted to preserve the reader's eyesight. See, there are other reasons why I would never wear a peasant skirt other than the fact that they are laaaaaame. Not even just lame, they are brokeback like baby massages. (inside joke.) Smort Pronunciation: 'smort Function: noun : knee-length or less than knee-length trousers, more typically landing mid-thigh, with a prominently high slit on each side. The look that is inevitably created is that of a high-slitted skort for men (minus the front panel). See also: the 1970s, American Apparel, pansies. Cremony Pronunciation: ...
Long weekend = short work week Good stuff. We didn't go away for the long weekend, but we still managed to get together and do a lot. Lots of togetherness. Lots of good times. Friday, Weird Kid and I caught an early show of The DaVinci Code. I am quite impressed that they stayed pretty true to the novel, although Weird Kid pointed out that those who haven't read the book might find it a bit confusing. Still, it was fantastic but I still don't see Tom Hanks when I envision Robert Langdon. Oh well. Then, we had sushi at Tokyo Garden. Yummm. A friend of Spidermonkey's takes his whole wad of wasabi and mixes it with his soy sauce. It's incredible. I am the type of person who can't even handle a dot of wasabi. Saturday, us siblings and our friends went to watch Over The Hedge (the fact that these two movies opened on the same weekend caused quite a dilemma for us). That movie was adorable! Steve Carell as Hammy was fantastic! Then, we had cheesecake at th...
The end of the world Well, let’s hope that isn’t the case but it seemed like Thursday was a major campaigning day of the religious sort. On my commute to work this aggressive, evangelist-style lady (and a Filipina, to boot) started some sort of sermon with the young couple across the aisle from her. The young lady in the couple looked bored, fussing with her nails, but the young guy looked amused. I couldn’t quite hear what he was saying to the Jimmy Stewart lady but you could definitely hear her side of the conversation. The whole train car could hear her. Out of curiosity I turned down my iPod so I could hear her better. According to her, an angel communicated with her by directing her to specific passages in the Bible and revealed to her the “plan of God” which apparently included “burying the Earth.” Apparently her edition of the Bible was the best you could get and all others pale in comparison. She also said that she “hate(d) to tell (us) this but Mormons and Jehovah’s Witn...
Heat wave Wow, it's May and already it's way too hot out there. I foresee a very whiny Leah this season. So much for the tropical blood of my forefathers, huh? My word of the moment has been "pansy." Have you seen Madagascar? Sascha Baron Cohen as the Lemur King? Remember how he says "pansy?" Yeah, say it like that. Fun, no? Civic and I were discussing the other day how a dear friend of ours is generally attracted to scrawny, androgynous-type guys (pansies) whereas I would most likely be keen on guys who could break these pansies in half. Pansy-wompers. Big muscles, big voices, NO long hair or anything girl-like whatsoever. Boxing trumps yoga. Wear pink and you're out, I don't care if it's en vogue right now. The gospel according to Leah. You may be a pansy if: You have no mind of your own. You can't even share an opinion with me. Worse still, you have to ASK me what my opinion is so that you can have an opinion. I am practical...
Not a puppet, but still a clown Saturday night. Flag girl, Daisy, and I decided to go out dancing. It had been ages since I had gone out dancing wholeheartedly. On my birthday I was exhausted. On Posie's birthday I was under the weather. Finally! A night to just go out and groove with the best of them. And with that evening comes a new bonehead boy story. Again, it's been ages since I've had a new bonehead boy story to share with all of you! As always, my story begins out on the dance floor. I'm dancing, doing my thing, yadda yadda. Guy starts making his way over, trying not to be obvious, yadda yadda. Next thing I know, his hands are on my hips and he's grinding with me from behind. Typical. Now, if you're thinking "uh oh, this is one of those stories where Leah doesn't set the boundaries again " you'd be partially correct. True, I had seen him coming up. I could have dismissed him right from the start. But, excuse me for repeating myself...
Not your typical Muppet Puppetry of the Penis Yes, I paid good money to see two grown men demonstrate the fine "art of genital origami." Or, more to the point, I spent hard-earned dollars to witness two guys spend an hour with themselves showing tricks they learned in the bathroom when they were bored/performed for their friends while they were drunk at a pub. I thought it was great fun, but the price of the ticket was kind of steep for what it was. One thing's for sure: I learned how elastic the male member was. Little did I know! They even had some audience participation. Ang thinks the guy volunteer was "planted." I personally think that there's always going to be at least one exhibitionist guy at a show such as this. You didn't have to ask him twice to drop trou. And, for his bold assertiveness, he learned how to make "the hamburger." Something I'm sure he'll be able to impress the ladies with for years to come, haha. I...
Full run I'm sad that my boys have to tire themselves out by playing all seven games against the ducks. But that's alright, it gives me one more chance to catch them during a playoff game. And besides, who could complain about watching more games if it meant seeing more of Iginla? *swoon* Still 2 of my favorite pictures of him ever , like it really needs any explanation:
Easter treats Happy Easter, everyone! I'm proud to say I survived my whole Lent thing. Well, minus my birthday weekend. But I figured I still did more than 40 days so I'm all clear. And to celebrate, my family and I are going to have some gorgeous steaks and baked potatoes. Easter and the first BBQ of the year. It doesn't get any better than that. I commend my family's innovativeness (is that a word?) As much as I love turkey a steak would be a dream come true right about now. Go Flames Go! I can't wait for my Iggy jersey to arrive! It must be soon. Just in time for playoffs, mmmm. Weird Kid and I should go pick up some more beer to prepare. We finished off the Coronas during last week's Pokerfest. (I finished in 5th...but I had a great time and some fantastic hands.) Civic comes home today but Daisy is away for Easter break. Figures one comes home and the other one goes away. At least I only had to entertain myself for a couple of days, haha. Posi...
'cuz I'm a woman...w-o-m-a-n I've already told you I love the spring, but the best part is the milder weather it brings with it. Not too hot, not too cold, juuuuust right. Perfect for wearing a greater variety of clothes. I get to wear more of my hats now without fear of overheating, wider array of jackets to choose from...and shoes, too, of course! And skirts. They're the icing on the cake. It's more difficult dealing with wearing a skirt in harsh winter temperatures or the gross slush during the thawout. But now I can wear skirts in full force. Like today. I love skirts, I wish I had more of them. They are one of the fashion pieces that truly distinguish us from the men (other than weird French teens such as the young man Daisy saw in London wearing a skirt...and kilts, I suppose). We can wear pants just like they can. We can wear anything they wear, only we usually wear it better. But skirts are just for us alone. And I love that. My previous coworker...