Mouse Crisis, Part Two

Last night I came home with Kristen and her roommates. I gave them a house tour since TallT, WifeT, and the Princess had never seen Le Manior before. We saw a mouse, well most of us just freaked out, screaming and running away. Ami went to go look for it, but it quickly escaped. Later on, after the girls had gone home, I was typing on my computer when I heard Binx outside my room rushing around. Little mouse screams quickly followed. I started shrieking, and Ami and Em came to my rescue. After the mouse ran behind my shelves, they told me to go downstairs for a while and everything would probably sort itself out. When I returned to my room, all was fine and I went to sleep. I was woken up by noise and more mouse screams. I made a quick exit out my second door and down the back staircase to Ami's room. She went up the front stairs and returned laughing a bit later "Oh something is definitely dying up there." I had to explain to her that Binx doesn't really successfully kill them. Ami headed up again and had to finish it off, then dispose of it outside. She is the bravest person I know, you would think someone like that would be harder but she is sweet, feminine, and sensitive, yet she is still my Knight In Cotton Pajama Pants.

Belle Of The Ball

This year, I was pretty for Halloween. But is it a costume, if in real life I actually am a Disney Princess?

Pizza Hut

I have been craving the Pizza Hut family sit in meal for a long time. You know the one, it comes with a salad, garlic bread, pasta, and pizzas. I got to go this evening, I may have pulled the "break up" card to get to go but it worked. TallT, Kristen, WifeT, and the Princess went with me. It was a four course, four hour dinner, great times, good laughs.

Back In The City

My trip back home was really really good. I slept on many buses {including one with SoccarStar and her varsity team} hung out with my Dad {a local diner is expanding so we had breakfast together at the new location} exercised with my Mom {went for a walk on a nature trail where we fed chickadees out of our hands} chatting with Little Brother Mike {his life is so much worse then mine} went on a day driving trip {wine tasting, beautiful scenery, and a Natural Wonder Of The World} saw relatives {Grandparents and my uncle, because we were moving some wood} partied with Teri {she is such a good friend and she has such good friends}. I'm happy I went home and now I'm happy to be back home.

Heading Home

I'm going home, I'm homesick and I have some wounds to lick.

Gord

SoccarStar and I walked around the market this weekend. She bought a ring and a little tiny painted pumpkin. I loved the pumpkin, but was broke so couldn't get one of my own. She took it home and named it Gord. It is a confused geek, so cute. The New Roomate just carved a pumpkin for our front porch as well. It is huge, literally around 70 pounds, looks awesome. Prepping for the party!

The Conventioneers

I ran across this show and think it is great. The new Lonely Island since they all went to SNL. What makes The Conventionners great, besides that it is halerious, is that it is Canadian.

Facebook

Ok on First Year Kristen's incessant bugging, I got a facebook account. I threw some photos up on it and imported this blog so it can be read through there. Teri is so right, it is just for stalking people. I will not get addicted, I'm so against this, it is just another form of stupid myspace!!!

Halloween

*~*Huge Halloween Party this Saturday the 28th - Le Manior!!*~*

*~*Come in costume if you can, bring friends*~*

I love dressing up for Halloween. (As do Guinea Pigs too I guess... I got this picture from CuteOverload great site for tons of adorable pictures, usually of animals, updated daily.) For Halloween I was planing to be a Greek Goddess, but when shopping around I changed my mind and have a different, totally awesome plan but it is a surprise, so come to the party. Spoiler - Steph's blog gives it away if you are totally dying to know what I'm going to be.

W&C 1.5

Happy Anniversary to us. Year and a half.

Snowing!

I went out for breakfast with SoccarStar, who was in town for some games. We hadn't seen each other since I visited her in The Real Big City in February, 8 months ago. It is amazing how easy it is to fall out of touch. I hadn't even known that she went to Holland during the summer. We walked around the market as she commented on how pretty but cold the city was. I shrugged it off, she was just a soft young southern Ontario girl, the weather was perfect. After I dropped her back at the hotel with her team, I was biking home when it started to snow. Snow, before Halloween. It is awesome, though it is the sharp, wet kind so actually a little awful too. Happy First Snow Day!

Kristen/Kristin

I actually have two friends called Kristin, honestly I'm that popular. The problem is that sometimes when I'm talking about something and I mention one of them, people get confused which one I'm referring too. I usually say "First Year Kristen" or "Second Cup Kristin" to distinguish between the two. As you may have noticed they do spell their names differently. I met KrisEn (Right) last year in my 'First Year', we shared a couple of courses. She is in journalism and lives in a house near mine with her friends from residence. KristIn (Left) and I worked at Second Cup together this summer. She is taking Mass Communication to head into advertising and lives downtown with her boyfriend. Hopefully this clears up some of the confusion. "First Year Kristen" and "Second Cup Kristin" are lame and outdated names, but they will have to do for now.

Fall In The City

It is cold and rainy, Fall is definitely here. On the bike to work today I saw a red maple, it was beautiful. The leaves are all changing and it is really awe inspiring to be in a city where not only are there trees but the pollution levels are low enough to see them change to orange, yellow and red, not brown. Even though Spring and Fall are my least favorite seasons I have to admit it is very pretty. Interesting here though is people don't seem to rake their yards. It was a matter of pride in small towns to have a green leaf free lawn right up until it is covered in snow. A constant fight between child and parent, an annoying chore, but the leaves where always bundled into bags to raked to the curb. Here no one seems to care, leaves are all over the ground.

Liberty

No bra.
Pie without a plate.
Late night TV.
Living Free.

100th Post

Yes, this is post number one hundred. This is my first and only blog, and since starting it on June 12th, 2006, I have had 100 different things to say to the world. I have also had 200 unique profile views (it is a day of even numbers). I followed in Ami's foot steps and encouraged others to follow as well. Blogging is "the hip thing to do these days". It has even spawned t-shirts that say "No One Cares About Your Blog" which is actually true. But it isn't going to stop me. Here's to my next 100 meaningless things to say and publish!

Blank

I have been feeling weird for about the past month. I can't figure it out. I think need to cry. I actually can't really remember the last time I had a good cry, and I want one. With a lasting length of between 10-30mins, serious tears, runny nose, shrugging shoulders, gasping. Cause it is cathartic, and I know that it would make me feel whole again. Amusingly, I sometimes try to cry, and it hasn't happened, I guess I'm not putting enough or the right amount of effort in. If this keeps up I'm going to have to watch a movie that I know will make me cry, A League Of Their Own or Armageddon, I have both.

Super Geeky Adorable

This is so cute! And Fitting! I tend to always fall in love with dorks. I don't feel bad about saying this because 1 - W. knows he is nerdy and 2 - I found out yesterday that W. doesn't even read my blog, jerk. As usual I found this on one of his bookmarks. It is from XKCD, "a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language" made by Randall Munroe.

CD Release

Today, Our Lady Of Bloodshed, released their second CD, "Consume Control Conform". You can order a copy from their website/myspace (see Links to the right) they have pictures, bios, news, show info and song samples. If you live in the Southern Ontario area, go see one of their shows, Screamo music is perfect for the Halloween season and they have tons of gigs coming up. Hopefully they will do an Ottawa Area tour in the near future. Yes, My Little Brother Mike is the drummer, Yes, that is a photo of him, Yes, he does pretty much look like that, Yes, I'm really proud of him.

Riding Passion

We must learn to control our passion as a rider controls his horse. Like a horse, without discipline, understanding, and guidance, our passion can become unruly, dangerous, and move forward without its rider. This doesn't mean that we should forget our dreams and completely rein in our desires but keep our passion alive by making sure it is well cared for, fed, encouraged and loved. We need to not let the disappointments and lows take us into such deep depression and even the great times, when things are going extremely well, make sure not to jump so high with excitement that the fall is too much to bare. We should interact with our passions as if in a relationship, focused internally, move away from competition and comparison. Be alone and in control of the ride.

Beta

I switch my blog over to Beta style, whatever that means. Blogger.com wanted me to, so I did it. I'm worried that it may have changed in some awful way, but it appears just the same. Let me know if you notice anything different.

Grissom And I Are Tight

I have been watching a lot of CSI lately, the original one, none of this NY or Miami stuff. I love this show. At first I thought it was a little too scary and graphic for me, but I have been able to get to sleep fine after watching it so I guess it isn't. I can actually say (and this has happened on more then one occasion) the little one liners that Gil Grissom says before commercials along with him. This is because they are only slightly witty and really predictable, but it makes me feel like we are connecting on a very deep level. Now Ami can actually do an amazing and hilarious impression of Horatio from CSI:Miami, but that show is awful, I can't even watch it.

To All The Doubters

Yes that is a Yam and Mashed Potato Ying Yang. So to all who said it couldn't/shouldn't be done. I did it! I went there! Move over Martha Stewart I'm going to be the next.....whatever it is you are.

Mouse Crisis

I was setting the table for Thanksgiving dinner in Le Manoir. A cute little grey baby mouse walked into my sight in the sunroom. It seemed calm and just walking around when I noticed Binx was stalking it. I started screaming at her, but she just kept following the mouse about 3 inches behind it. The little mouse really didn't seem to mind and popped down a hole. I was still screaming at Binx to get away from the hole when the mouse popped up again (this is a very dumb mouse, according to Darwin it should probably die.) The mouse started walking around again with Binx following it. I ran to the phone to call W. in screaming crying hysterics, all the while I could hear squeaky little mouse screams. Convinced Binx had killed the mouse and it was lying somewhere in the dining or sunrooms disemboweled I called everyone I could think of to come rescue me. Steph, My Cool Boss, W., everyone just laughed at me. I snuck back to the area on total edge only to find no dead mouse and another (or the same) little grey mouse wandering around.

Advertising

Subway making fun of The French? No way, that is too awesome! Actually it obviously was intended another way and just didn't end up getting the desired point across. Because of my minor in Mass Comm, the draw of working in marketing, and my friend Kristin, I have been more and more interested in advertisements especially interesting and creative ones. I found a couple really good sites about it. Including Rejected Online, a site that has a collection of banned, rejected, spoofed and complained about ads, including this Subway one. Also another blog all about different ads, most of which are really innovative How Advertising Spoiled Me Hehe, The French are chicken, way to say it Subway!

One Sentence

"(My mother called me to do a chore and i responded, "What you need, Woman," to which my father chided, "Your mother is NOT a woman!")"[sic] This is a "story" from a website I found in W.'s bookmarks. W. has some really good links on his computer. It is simular to PostSecret (see Links to the right) most are pretty moving and sad. People submit true stories but only a sentence long. Check it out, I have also added it to the Links to the right.

Dollar Store

A new dollar store is opening up near me. I'm very excited, because I'm broke and cheap. I love dollar stores and use them for everything: housewares, school stuff, presents for friends (I admit it), sometimes even food. Big Buds downtown, which was never really all the cheap closed down and is going to be a "Dollar It" and that is also what is opening near me. I don't know how good it will be, but I hope everything is a dollar, instead of one, two, or three dollars. It will never be as good as Dollarama which is amazing, but at least it will be super close, no buses needed.

McLoser?

Patrick Dempsey, who plays Derek aka McDreamy on Grey's Anatomy, was in an 1987 teen chick flick as a geek. "Can't Buy Me Love" is basically a reversal of "She's All That" except instead of a bet, the loser boy buys the popular girl. Of course the usual stuff happens, he changes for the worse, betrays his friends, loses the girl, the secret gets out etc. etc. But happy ending and worth a watch because at age 21, Dempsey is really cute.

Good WIll Hunting

Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

Play For Me

It is the hottest thing in the world when someone can play an instrument or sing. Male or female, it is so impressive. Especially when they are just regular normal people, who happen to be musically talented in some way. Drums, Guitar, Piano, String instruments, or Voice. I would almost say I'm more attracted to a guy who can create music then one who can dance. I love sitting in relaxing settings just listening to someone play songs. Ok, that is a lie, I actually love it when they are playing something I can sing along too. I'm not into music but I'll tell you, I'm into regular guy musicians.