tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40929272012-02-07T21:14:20.930-04:00Easier to find, and just as fun to use!Jennnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-47591641158076508852011-04-18T15:37:00.003-03:002011-04-18T15:57:29.774-03:00

I feel like this list will be pretty easy. Also, guys, this is in NO ORDER, so don't go getting all sensitive on me. That is, if any of my friends still read this blog, which may be unlikely. J: She was one of my first true best friends. She was someone I could talk to, and someone I could argue with it. Actually, I hate to argue. But I remember us having an argument about politics. Her

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I feel like this list is going to be difficult. So often during this list-making journey, I've desperately wanted a time machine. I always feel like I'm missing something. I don't want to do my younger self a disservice by forgetting anything that, at the time, felt monumental. But perhaps it's just a fact of life that memories become more and more watered down over time, to the point that

Jennnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-25493858455095308632011-02-10T10:16:00.005-04:002011-02-10T10:33:10.160-04:00

My first thought was "oh, this is going to be easy". And then I only thought of one thing. But after some deep digging, here is what I've come up with:My second attempt at painting (as an adult). My first attempt looked like a freshly-shot duck flying through a rainstorm. This, I dare say, turned out a bit better. It's currently hanging in my kitchen. Bacon Pig (AKA Kevin Bacon Bacon Pig):

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I find myself thinking about and drafting these lists when I'm supposed to be preparing a funding proposal for work. If I am out of work next year, I blame you, Internet.SH: Although I did "live" there, I consider it more of an extend visit, as I never intended to stay. That's the definition of a visit, right? If you have read this blog circa 2004-2005, you'll know why it was so memorable.

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I don't think I could possible rank any of these people in terms of importance or influence, so I won't.Mom and Dad: Let's get this one out of the way right now, because it's obvious. I had amazing and loving childhood with amazing parents. I know that no one else in my life will love me as much as my mom loves me. She continues to care for me, to worry about me, and to encourage me to do

Jennnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-78571099362641279582011-01-05T14:48:00.002-04:002011-01-05T14:52:17.800-04:00

That's 10 10s, right there.While I abhor the term (and occupation) of "Life Coach", I Stumbled Upon'ed this list which I thought would be a great exercise for the new year. I hate the mania that arrives January 1st, but I am feeling... a bit down and self-reflective/self-indulgent, and this may be something to indulge in that doesn't involve cheesecake or crystal meth.So. Let's start with

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Not gonna lie, I sometimes forget I've claimed my piece of internet. With all social media, I find it hard to make a statement last more than 20 words.Sarah reminded me of my brave claim of 'living life to the fullest'. It's been quite a while since my momentary flirtation with bravado and I must admit not much has changed. That's not necessarily a bad thing. The world keeps spinning, bills

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What a nutty few months. A new nephew, a two week trip with my mother, lots of travelling...and now it's March. I've been thinking a lot about babies lately and my own decision not to have any. I'm not reconsidering, but it's hard not to wonder what life would be like with children. For me, having children and that life is not something I choose, but now that I'm older, I've been observing

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The big day is coming up soon, and I have a feeling this may be one of the last 'classic Christmases" I'm going to have with my family. I'm 30 now. My parents are getting older. My sister will soon have the 2.5 kids. It's weird. I've always been a kid at heart, so it's weird to see the focus moving from my sister and I to the next generation. I don't mean this in a selfish way, but it's a

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-29664114816837238612009-12-10T10:18:00.002-04:002009-12-10T10:44:47.405-04:00

Some insight into my life and psyche:Mise en Scène: Yesterday afternoon. I'm at work. I receive a phone call from MW.MW: What's up?Me: Nothing.MW: Sooooo....Me: Yesssss....?MW: So I've been thinking about things, and I think we should so something.Me: Do what? MW: Something...Me: Listen, I'm working here, so if you could just spit it out....MW: It's something we could do together, and

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-13389766825967166272009-12-08T15:18:00.004-04:002009-12-08T15:42:49.187-04:00

While searching my email for something completely unrelated, I found some old emails from 2004. I copied and pasted all the comments from that time as, if memory serves me, Blogger was switching to a new comment system. I wanted to save all the comments, as y'all are some funny bitches.So, I found this list, from October, 2004. It is woefully out of date. Some of them are accomplished, and

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-64291301197616398512009-12-03T09:46:00.004-04:002009-12-03T09:58:25.951-04:00

Today, MW and I celebrate our sixth anniversary.Six.Past five, on our way to TEN.I did not blog on last year's anniversary, but I did pen a clever entry on Year Four.Four years ago tonight, Mr. Wonderful and I met on a bridge on a cold December evening. I never would have guessed I'd have been sitting here this far in the future talking about what a great time we've had so far. I can't say it's

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-757930831597337342009-11-30T13:26:00.002-04:002009-11-30T13:41:15.548-04:00

The end is near, people!I just now realized I actually titled this post "The Last Post". No, 'fraid not. I think I'm going to continue beating this dead horse for a while yet.Although I've been suffering through the blahs this month, it really hasn't been that bed. I've kept fairly busy so that it has flown by with very little wallow time. I also watched Precious on Sunday afternoon, and

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-81629726308105820412009-11-24T11:33:00.002-04:002009-11-24T11:41:15.562-04:00

I was having a morning fraught with rage, annoyance, and fierce sense of protectiveness. I was wallowing in this negative energy. To immerse myself even more in this negativity, I hit up Lamebook (very graphic and bloody link!) and laughed at people laughing at other people on Facebook. But then, I got my first WIN. (this exchange of comments only make sense if you've seen the post, but if you

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-80874718795767990222009-11-17T11:34:00.002-04:002009-11-17T11:39:51.701-04:00

I suppose it was inevitable.Although there has been no major catastrophes this November - besides more flooding and leaking in our townhouse - I find myself this week with a case of the who-gives-a-flying-fuck. I'm completely bluuurrrgggh. Apathetic and lazy. REALLY lazy. I've lost all motivation to do nearly anything and would frankly just love to sit in bed for days, watch pirated movies

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-80651085318041805582009-11-04T15:40:00.002-04:002009-11-04T15:44:21.817-04:00

It's back.I have to admit, so far, so good. The world has not collapsed, the sky has no fallen, and all my insides are not on my outside. There are still 26 more days left to endure, but this year might just buck the trend.Speaking of, erh, bucking, I gotta tell ya: I wouldn't come a-knocking because my townhouse has been a-rockin'. I'm not sure why, but I'm not complaining. We have suddenly

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-58719352972285496362009-09-25T15:59:00.002-03:002009-09-25T16:04:09.314-03:00

I always wondered what the big deal about Limbo was (the place between heaven and hell, not the dance with the pole). I was just a big world of 'meh'. That didn't sound so bad. Over the past 6 months or so, my life has been in Limbo. And it has been rotten, let me tell you. It is a utterly powerless situation where you can't make any decisions because you aren't informed enough to make them.

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-89297608441348717322009-08-07T13:13:00.003-03:002009-08-07T13:26:38.907-03:00

Gone for months and my newest post is about death? Well, sorry about that.I suppose it started with a dream I had about my grandmother. She was alive and sitting in a wheelchair (which she was never in while she was alive) on the front stoop of my parents house. The plot of the dream is now fuzzy, but I remember giving her a hug, and her squeezing back. It was, of course, one of those dreams

Jennnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-91498495322859669842009-03-14T21:28:00.002-03:002009-03-14T21:35:37.628-03:00

Thanks for the post, Jules. I appreciated it.It may be due to the recession (isn't everything these days?) but I'm getting a lot of comfort in reading about my past as opposed to looking to the future. In fact, the future for me, in many ways, is so uncertain, and it really isn't fun to think about it much detail. I've saved many of my previous blog comments pre-blogger comments and it was

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-16846711491127584762009-03-12T14:40:00.002-03:002009-03-12T14:47:48.367-03:00

Sometimes I get to thinking about this blog, and how it's becoming clutter in my already full online existence. But then sometimes I have days like today.Today, I was inspired to start filling out a passport form. The form asks for places you've lived and worked in the past 2 years. In both of these areas, there had been some changes, so I had to really think back. As it turns out, it was all

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-67847345009331517342009-01-19T16:18:00.002-04:002009-01-19T16:35:17.253-04:00

I promised myself this morning that I would post the first time I got some spare moments to myself. As it turns out, these are the moments. I've done as much work as I can eek out of myself today, and now I'm just waiting to catch the bus.Has anyone seen the new ALS commerical? (WARNING: Extended, especially heart wrenching version) I'm otherwise a pretty stone cold bitch when it comes to sap

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-49830039069964340182008-11-18T15:16:00.004-04:002008-11-18T15:19:03.672-04:00

Oh the irony. F-U-N stands for fuck u, November, in case there was any confusion.I feel absolutely defeated. November is no longer content to just go after me, but now seems to ravaging everyone around me.Do you know how many times people have cried in my presences in the past 24 hours? Six.That is much to much.

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I thought this year, things would be different. I was plowing through, full steam ahead. I was taking things one day at a time, and the next thing I knew, I was halfway through this month that seems to have some sort of ungodly vendetta towards me. I was woken up on Saturday morning by a phone call from my mother. My father went into outpatients the night before feeling a bit off and with a

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November 1st is MUCH TOO EARLY to start celebrating Christmas.That is all.

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Oh, HAI!Right of the bat:Reasons I have not been posting:Seriously, life has been pretty boring. Though life has been boring, work has been quite busy indeed. I'm sad to say, but gone on the days where I had the luxury of spending 2 hours of my work day writing witty posts. Except for now.I now have an outlet outside of my own brain in which to wax awesomeness about the minutiae of my life, so

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-86856668652056139302008-09-08T11:47:00.003-03:002008-09-08T11:51:47.531-03:00

Oh, I KNOW. I was doing good for a little while. But then the Summer wasn't really a summer at all, and felt more like fall. And not just in terms of the weather. I didn't get much of a break at work and I have been fairly distracted by one thing or another for the last little while.I did start the morning writing a particularly passionate letter to the editor this morning (yes, I have now

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-22184683517734524382008-08-08T10:39:00.001-03:002008-08-08T10:40:45.677-03:00

After many many months of wondering why it was taking so long for this page to load, I think I figured it out and fixed the situation. Please let me know if the J-Spot is coming at ya faster.

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"I tried to fight it for 2 days, but I eventually couldn't help myself, and I've fallen in love with my little house. It doesn't feel like some old lady's old house. It feels like mine. In the evening, after I get off from work, I take off my jacket, put on a sweater, and my slippers... the same slippers that were way too hot on my feet at home. I spend the evening trying to find something decent

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-57540704548188370892008-07-21T08:43:00.002-03:002008-07-21T08:50:50.598-03:00

But, fuck it. I am.First, watch dis.It's true, isn't it? What the hell? I consider myself to be in a fairly progressive, equitable relationship, but I do admit to doing at least 65% or 70% of the dinner making. I never really noticed the absolute shameless of the market out there for women in regards to making meals for the 'family'. Not to mention that almost all the men in these adds are

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-72428787711497289352008-07-14T11:50:00.002-03:002008-07-14T11:54:10.765-03:00

It's Summertime, isn't it? I suppose, like anything else, things will slow down a bit over the next month or two. Though, seeing as how it's mid-July... Summer won't last very much longer. I want to use that time to enjoy the lake and my family and chill a bit. Tomorrow, after a month and a half of squatting, we will be officially closing on the townhouse, which is somewhat exciting. This

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-15884356912577630532008-06-25T08:55:00.003-03:002008-07-14T11:50:34.867-03:00

(even though I love the guy, that vid was just taking to long to load..)That pretty much sums up what I think about THAT.

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I suppose I'm feeling more introspective than usual lately, and I realized I haven't blogged as much as I used to. Therefore, a lot of the life events over the last year may have been omitted. Even if they weren't, let's go through the list again....11 Things That Happened Over the Last YearIn October, I started full time at the best job of my career. The subject definitely isn't as fun as when

Jennnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-79123797843895852802008-06-20T09:46:00.002-03:002008-06-20T10:12:10.583-03:00

Yes, I'm 29, and a homeowner, and I'm an adult. But, damnit, I still like to feel special on my birthday. Maybe I'm turning a corner, but in all my years previous, I always treat it as my special day. I know a lot of people treat it as just another day, or, worse, another nail in the coffin, but I still do get excited. This year was pretty different. I now have new respect for people who have

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-92002980148488853912008-06-06T13:09:00.002-03:002008-06-06T13:31:53.210-03:00

Well, I don't hate my parentsI don't get drunk just to spite themI've got my own reasons to drink nowThink I'll call my dad up and invite himI can sleep in 'til noon anytime I wantThough there's not many days that I doGotta get up and take on that worldWhen you're an adult it's no cliche, it's the truth 'Cause I'm an adult now I'm an adult nowI've got the problems of an adultOn my head and on

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-31360387120923505122008-06-02T16:18:00.002-03:002008-06-02T16:20:11.659-03:00

1) We've all moved, things are, all things considered, good. No cable yet, so I bought the 1st season of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air on DVD. 2) I GOT MY FRICKIN LICENSE ABOUT AN HOUR AGO. FINALLY!

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Ticker says: 9 days.Oh, fuck.I'm extra panicked as I'm currently in a hotel in my home-home (ie: the city I grew up, where my parents live). It somehow doesn't feel right spending my last week in another city. But then, I'm sentimental like that.I think we're going to be okay. Well, I know we're going to be okay, but we still have a lot of packing to do, and MW and I are both working over the

Jennnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-37737445605507814552008-05-15T10:45:00.002-03:002008-05-15T10:57:50.450-03:00

(In case you don't remember what a Pogo Ball was, it looked something like this.) I am so over this being an adult thing. I don't want to get consolidation loans, get life insurance, and worry about cabinet sizes. I don't want a lawyer, or a mortgage agent, or an insurance agent, and I certainly don't want to pay them. I'd rather not worry about whether or not our appliances will fit, or who

Jennnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-86372336342854270752008-05-08T09:56:00.003-03:002008-05-08T10:43:02.520-03:00

There wasn't any advanced notice, but Sue will be airing her final show this Sunday on the Oxygen network. I have mixed emotions. Three years ago, Sue and I had a bit of a falling out. Surprisingly, she is continuing to appear at speaking engagements, though if my last experience was any indication, she is past her prime. The past few years aside, though, you got to hand it to the lady -

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-23488648753142973012008-05-02T16:24:00.006-03:002008-05-02T16:34:36.259-03:00

First of all, though... The ticker has begun counting in DAYS, rather than months or even weeks. Oof. Days are moving quickly, aren't they? MW went over to the new house today, and took a picture of his new bedroom, also know as Dr. Demento's Dream Den.Clearly, this is why we sleep in separate bedrooms.As a bonus, here are some pictures of our recent Act of God (*snort*): This was taken only

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-28616611707404755602008-04-28T09:51:00.002-03:002008-04-28T10:40:56.077-03:00

This past week has been a bit of a write off. I felt like pausing life for a while, but unfortunately, it just kept rolling on, so now I am OFF SCHEDULE. I got the dreaded flu last week. It started all of a sudden, and I just felt like someone stuck a straw in me and sucked out my soul. I had no energy, and just slept and slept and slept. Then all the cold symptoms showed up, which was, you

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-84759037686420037062008-04-16T19:25:00.002-03:002008-04-16T19:36:38.000-03:00

Well, maybe not. My first lesson, ending only minutes ago, went pretty well. If you discount the jello legs and heart palpitations. I don't have parents to show, so I will tell you all that Andre, my instructor, said it was an 'excellent first lesson'. He also said I handled the car very well, and that he couldn't understand why I didn't pass my test the first time (we're doing parking on

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-89589628134660302832008-04-10T15:58:00.003-03:002008-04-10T16:11:30.061-03:00

Just looking at the numbers, and it appears that Alice's birth announcement was post #666. In any case, I wanted to update everyone a little bit on everything else happening in my life. Everything, I believe, has been picked for our house, minus one range hood. Although the builders said they could "get us a great deal" from GE on our appliances, they completely failed to deliver, so got to use

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Alice Muriel Priscilla Born April 3rd, 2008 at 10:39am via C-section 8pounds, 5 oz and 20 inches longAnd there you have it. Everyone is healthy and great and perfect. I dare say she looks a bit like me - considering my sister and I look nothing like, that is. She went from eating all the time to not eating for 10 hours, but it appears she's starting to get the hang of things.I have some more

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-2186711638805544782008-03-26T14:21:00.002-03:002008-03-26T14:40:51.989-03:00

Life has been feeling like one big waiting game lately. My sister is putting the final finishing touches on my new niece-to-be, Alice. Her due date was the 24th, so, any time now. Truth be told, the only reason I've been taking calls from home lately is to hear if there has been any news. And as I write, she isn't on Gmail, so maybe today is the big day! As for the other 'big day', the

Jennnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-15237576089815921532008-03-11T11:31:00.003-03:002008-03-11T11:51:19.485-03:00

I know this has been a one trick blog lately, but this really has taken over our lives, so why bother trying to fight it?Before launching into the update, I heard Friday that a funding proposal I had written was actually approved. It was a pretty substantial proposal, so it felt good that it paid off, and will benefit a lot of people.Back to the house. People, it pays to shop around. Not for

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.... and things continue to progress. I still have several small balls of stress throughout my body (currently; stomach, back, and neck) that are mostly attributed to money (or lack of).We have a closing date. May 30th. The hope is that we can start moving before that, but if not, that will still give us two days. MW and I finally screwed our courage to the sticking point and went next door

Jennnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-47181384459639397092008-02-25T15:59:00.002-04:002008-02-25T16:06:59.946-04:00

So.... We're are actually very, very close to BUYING A HOUSE.And I am FREAKING OUT.(do you remember that guy? He was hilarious).Things are moving very fast, and I feel sometimes like vomiting all over the place. But, you know. It's good. I feel good about things. Except for the money. That we will owe. For decades. Actually, it's not really about that. Debt is debt. I accept that. It's

Jennnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-10014241171315288342008-02-22T09:35:00.002-04:002008-02-22T09:57:36.748-04:00

For You-Know-Who, so she doesn't get fired.I do actually have some interesting news, though I'm afraid if I actually talk about it, it will all fall apart. Here goes nothing.MW and I are awaiting the verdict on our Mortgage Application. We went to go see a financial planner, who looked at our financial information, said "You have $50,000 in debts, and no assets". And then I threw up all over

Jennnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-92158547917108402692008-02-15T11:29:00.000-04:002008-02-15T11:30:13.741-04:00

What is the big fucking deal?!

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Have you ever clicked on the "next blog" button up yonder there? It seems the Christian Conservatives have taken to blogging like Romans to crucifixions. They are everywhere. Jo-Bob talking about doing God's work by making lots of babies, or Ms. High-Waisted-Slacks talking about her mission work in Kenya. And those blogs that aren't written by (as Dan Savage would say) "Jesus-Freakies", are

Jennnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-25668676528601635252008-02-06T10:11:00.000-04:002008-02-06T10:47:28.434-04:00

Our TV, so graciously donated to us several years ago by this lady finally gave up the ghost (whatever that means). For the last year or so, the first few inches of the screen rolled over on itself. Actually, if you just read this, it explains it all quite well. If you do read it, you'll note that the repair is inexpensive. But, in the ultimate act of laziness, I never quite got around to

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Perez Hilton is reporting, via Danny Wood, that the rumoured NKOTB reunion is not happening. Oh, sigh.On his post was this picture, that I just had to share with you.Now. Take a moment to truly drink this in. These boys look ridiculous. Jordan, who, like, tewtally had my heart in junior high (seriously, I still have the cheap bracelet made out of thread that says "I (heart) Jordan" I got at

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Two things, before I get into the original topic of this post. Be careful where searching for pictures of both "feet" or "stinky feet" on Google Image Search. The former search term will provide all manner of dirty pictures of people doing a wide, almost impressive variety of things with feet. The latter term will result in the most vile, crusty, scabby pictures you'd never want to see. I came

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**Update: Rowan and Martin were adopted to a (presumably) loving home!!! :) If I was not already at maximum capacity in terms of pets in my apartment as it is, I'd be scooping this two buddies up right now. I'd take them home, give them a nice room to sniff around in, and slowly coax them out with lots of treats and cuddles. Oh. It gets better. Here is the description from the SPCA site:

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I was Whiny McSnivelerson for the majority of November, but I've really just been happy lately. Relatively speaking, I don't have a whole lot to complain about. Which is a little unfortunate for blogging, I suppose, but nevertheless, here I am. :)I hope everyone had a great Christmas. Here is the haul on my end..... Sewing Machine. Huh? Yeah. A sewing machine. Now, I haven't really

Jennnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-39225175899090446462007-12-13T15:27:00.000-04:002007-12-13T15:50:14.383-04:00

Hahah. Well, no. Obviously. I am buzzing right now. It could be the extra coffee I just had, or the birthday yule log I had care of a co-worker, but I am a Christmas MACHINE today. I got my sister and brother in law (still weird) their gifts, as well as another gift for my niece-fetus. I actually already bought her something, but it's a gift that can probably wait a few more years. What I

Jennnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-78077385742353144422007-12-12T09:41:00.000-04:002007-12-12T10:30:33.285-04:00

It's not much of a secret that I love this time of year. Not to the extent of planning much in advance, or baking, or, you know.. doing stuff, but Christmas, especially this Christmas really warms the cockles of my heart.I think the early and plentiful snow we had earlier this month has a lot to do with it. It's much easier to feel Christmasy while walking downtown when there's a white fluffy

Jennnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-583901385445131002007-12-03T10:09:00.000-04:002007-12-03T10:23:07.387-04:00

Four years ago tonight, Mr. Wonderful and I met on a bridge on a cold December evening. I never would have guessed I'd have been sitting here this far in the future talking about what a great time we've had so far. I can't say it's always been easy, or fun, or even wonderful. But at the end of the day, we've always been there for each other, in our own silly ways.

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The end is near. What a haul this November has been. A full two weeks of it was spent in a mild depression; the other two weeks trying to keep myself busy enough so that I couldn't dwell in it. But I'm all better now, srsly.My sister is all married now. I am not plus one brother-in-law. That's a little weird. The families are still learning about each other, and I'm still waiting to learn

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Besides Megan's birthday, probably the only good thing about November.So, November continues to suffocate me with despair, albeit with the occasional glimmer of happiness. This week, all of our planning paid off in a very successful conference. I was given one afternoon of relaxation, until yesterday. I got a particularly icky crisis call (when I wasn't on call, but it was French, so I was

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-20884148862149787782007-11-12T09:10:00.001-04:002007-11-12T09:10:50.767-04:00

MW's mom came down this weekend for a "surprise visit". Enough said.

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There is something about November that causes a rage whose embers glow for 30 days, until I begin to here Boney M sing Feliz Navidad, and all is forgotten.This is Day One.Just now, I found myself literally storming out of my other utopic office because I felt like I wanted to smash my head into my monitor, and run around the office without any pants on. I walked briskly to the coffee shop down

Jennnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-129682738692914852007-10-26T11:06:00.001-03:002007-10-26T11:16:27.484-03:00

I knew I was bad with money, but I had no idea I was this bad. (and in this case, please feel free to use the Michael Jackson interpretation of the word)1) Power Bill - Paid 3 times this money, balance= negative $102.002) Cable Bill - The bill online says that I owe $166, but when I check my current balance, the bill is $6.83, which I paid, immediately.3) Laptop Bill - This is the most

Jennnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-17799981853568334442007-10-23T11:41:00.001-03:002007-10-23T11:47:52.677-03:00

1) Because September was such a cluster fuck of craziness, I over paid the power bill. Three times.2) My boss invited me to go to a fancy fundraiser with her tonight, and this morning told me I was her hero. 3) The first three referrers today were "kiss daddy tonight" + milkshake (having read the book, and knowing it is about incest, I find this query a little, well, queer.

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New Star Trek movie???!!?! Aieeeee!!!!!

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I never would have guessed.

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This should probably wait until our FOUR YEAR anniversary, but there are some gems in this list that were took good to not comment on. You can see the original post here.1. He has a monster throbbing manhood. Ha. Fair enough, this is still true. 3. He acted out a scene from the Matrix the day we met. I actually had to re-enact this scene for me, as he had forgotten.4. He looks really

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-82195180720464735162007-10-12T14:23:00.000-03:002007-10-12T14:31:31.070-03:00

It has to do with sex. Duh.I don't feel as guilty if I accidentally say "retarded" (which is really once in a blue moon).I get to work downtown, which means good walks at lunch, and not starving if I forget my lunch.The building I work in has art hung all over the place.Options of where I want to grab my morning coffee.The people I work with are genuinely awesome.I feel valued.My boss and I are

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-4747725300766342552007-10-10T10:52:00.000-03:002007-10-10T11:04:17.289-03:00

I think when I look back on this year, this will be the year I finally consider myself "older". As in adult. No particular reason, really. Just a lot of small ones. I now see the real difference between myself and "youth". I'm not sure if it's wisdom or smugness, but I often think to myself when I hear younger people speaking.. "you'll see...".Now that I am full time in my good job, I think

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-55575276352556941792007-09-25T11:17:00.000-03:002007-09-25T11:37:05.689-03:00

Gosh, I love Google image search.So! Last weekend, I jetted off to Toronto/Ottawa/Perth for a fab wedding. I had a great time, but it was a very quick visit. Left Friday, back to work on Monday.So, today, Tuesday, I'm off to my parents house, where tomorrow I will be off to Winnipeg until Sunday. Back home on Monday, and then away for 3 more days. I'm a little...frazzled.I would be looking

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-25269661686733501592007-09-11T12:10:00.000-03:002007-09-11T12:11:51.755-03:00

Soon, my sweet....Soon.....

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For my long time readers, I once showed you an email received from an old friend/fling - specifically, in January of 2003. Very interesting stuff.Since that time, she has gone on to do some very neat things, namely, creating her own language. She has made it into several newspapers (like the Globe and Mail) and most recently, the LA Times.So, does this sort of make me famous by association?

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I have been feeling generally like I was losing my mind for about the last week. It started about a week ago. I was feeling...again, generally, achy and tired, with headaches, a widespread ache up and down my back, especially while walking, or sleeping. It wasn't getting better, and the lack of sleep and a heaping helping of pain was driving me crazy.Sunday morning. I wake up at 3:30 am,

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First of all, no one knows what happen to my ring. This is a little sad. But perhaps it just means I have to buy myself another piece of jewelry. There was more salt rubbed into the no-ring situation this weekend, as someone I know received a nice big honking ring.This is off topic, I need to publicly declare that I have no desire to be married or have babies. Would I like a nice big honking

Jennnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-71961597312875326222007-08-10T14:26:00.000-03:002007-08-10T14:31:14.011-03:00

So, crap work today. That means spending hours online with nothing in particular to do. Lately, I've been going through my over 2000 hotmails deleting the ones that are no longer imporant (ie: "Hey, we getting together this weekend?"). I found an email about an eBayl bid I placed back in July 2005. I won the bid, and I remember receiving the ring. But you know what? It's the darndest thing

Jennnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-11025140626229021812007-08-08T15:48:00.000-03:002007-08-08T15:54:32.846-03:00

"I'm so sorry.""A hundred thousand dollars in student debt load for this, eh?""Can you make a quacking noise while you do that?""Look what I can do!""I was wondering where that went.""Do you have Tutti Frutti?"Please feel free to submit your own. :)

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I was doing so well, but I've gotten distracted by summer and Important Life Events. But there are a few updates. Mr. Misogyny called me. Damn Facebook. That'll teach me to include my phone number on there. Not that I really care. But I thought he somehow found my blog and wanted to beat me up. Turns out he was just trying to find out where the Reunion festivities had moved to, so I let

Jennnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-69350836768262050862007-07-27T09:26:00.001-03:002007-07-27T09:33:45.325-03:00

My first LOLcat attempt. Maybe it's a slow news week, but Oscar is making a lot of headlines. Apparently he can predict the death of senior citizen home residents up to four hours away. You're minding your own business, gumming your jello and salisbury steak. Suddenly, he walks into the room, sniffs around, and hops onto your bed, licking his lips. I don't know about all of you, but I'd be

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Halleluia for Facebook, eh?I found this picture today, and mourned my childhood. The human piece of misogyny in the middle, there? Surrounded by money and boobs? I dated him. Sure, it was in grade 6, but still. You just have to wonder 1) What was wrong with me in grade 6 and 2) What happened in his life to make him that kind of guy? He seemed like a nice, small town sort of guy. And now...

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I'm really trying to use my blog more. Can you tell? Two posts in one day? I have done that since my SH year.So.... hey, guess what? I'm at job #2 (oh, the irony begins..) today. Due to construction happening on the street, we have no running water. No water to wash our germ-encrusted hands (because, of course, everyone comes to work sick here, but they are so busy and important), no water

Jennnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-23179114245785867802007-07-19T09:30:00.001-03:002007-07-19T10:17:32.287-03:00

Mr. Wonderful and I were watching the finale of CNTM last night, or at least the last half. We had been following the showing semi-religious, and had picked our favourite, Rebecca. She's smart, funny, witty, although I doubt her taste in men. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.CNTM is weird. It is Tyra-ed by Jay Manuel who is, yay, Canadian, but also very odd. Jay and Tyra have the exact

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My dear, sweet readers.After a long and illustrious life, I have a very sad announcement to make.I..-Oh, I can't. It's just too horrible.*sigh*I have gotten my first cavity. Ever.I am so devastated by this news that I've convinced myself that within 5 years, my mouth will look like this:I'm going to turn into some snaggle-toothed demon-mouthed monster. Oh, it's horrible.For my entirely life,

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Well, the birthday has come and gone. I got a lot of...picture frame. Which is, you know, cool and all, but uhm, it wasn't really on my list, you know? And I'm sort of running out of room for all of them. I also had a Fantasia party this weekend, which was, despite the low turnout, a blast. I continued by ongoing affair with champagne (sorry, "sparkling white wine") and bought a glass dildo.

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I can't believe it's almost June. That means, my birthday is just around the corner! It's nice that it sort of snuck on me like that. This year things are still up in the air as far as plans go. I know that on the Saturday before my birthday, I wll be in the Miramichi for a family reunion my mother organized. That should be interesting, to say the least. If anyone would like to send me

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Three little words written by a complete stranger has finally broken me out of my stupor.Where have I been? I don't know. Here, mostly. I've had a bit of a black out in terms of internet usage...no blogging, no facebook, hardly any emails. I suppose the only thing I can blame it on is the new job situation. Having one full time job tends to have many pockets of 'me' time where I can spend 5

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Or... Why is Pays To Clean Your Room More than Twice a YearWhile I was on my hands and knees...*sigh*PERVERTS!....I was looking for the USB cord for my Ipod. I searched the various piles and corners of my room, eventuall making my way to underneath my bed. I tend to find forgotten socks, receipts, and the occasional cat under there, but last night I hit a goldmine.This unopened package was

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The sexy's back, folks.By that, I mean a derivative of the work "sex" is once again associated with my career. Granted, it's in terms of sexual assault, but still. I'm getting closer.I interviewed last week for a part time job at the place I also volunteer. I found out today I did get it. I'll be continuing to work also on a part time basis at the place I'm working at now, so all in all, I'll

Jennnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4092927.post-69934154988511514252007-01-26T10:58:00.000-04:002007-01-26T11:02:50.308-04:00

Damn it!As someone who has always enjoyed a good soak, I always dreamed of being able to take a book into to the tub with me to enjoy, without ruining the book. My brilliant idea was to invent some kind of water resistant paper on which to print books. Damn it. I've got beaten to the punch.(if the link doesn't work, try "Durabooks" on the left nav bar). Not only that, but they even print erotica

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...because I can't do it myself.I would like to decorate my room, but I have all the style sensibility of a pork chop. I know there are at least a few of you creative types out there, so I'm calling in the troops. Here are the details of the room:Not sure of the exact measurements, but an average sized bedroom.One window - tall, double paned with boring white blinds. Walls, beige, with a hint of

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Hello, Nano.Mr. Wonderful couldn't keep it to himself, so he gave me this tonight so I could take it home with me. He totally outdid himself. Not only did he get me the 4GB version (I only needed the 2, really), but he also loaded it with music and kitty pictures. Oh, what did I get him? I stuffed hippo and a mini fart machine. That's right. I couldn't dish out the cash for the FULL SIZE

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Hoe........Hoe.......HoeI hope everyone has a great Christmas (do I have any Jewish or otherwise readers? I doubt it, but happy whatever to you, too). Get fat, get drunk, get lots of presents.As a special Christmas gift from me to you, I present to you a wonderful gift suggestion for you and yours.

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Ok, well, not all university students. Just some. And maybe it's not even university students. Maybe it's those types of people who label themselves "activists", or "environmentalists", or "socially aware". It seems to me that that is an all or nothing proposition. If you care about the environment, great! Reduce, reuse and recycle, all that jazz. And if that's just not a huge issue for

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Well, not officially. But it's definitely a fun thing to do on a Friday morning. I've used this site a few times, and the results really depend on the picture. So, let's try this out.Whereas my mother has had.... quite different results (oooh, Patrick Stewart!)http://www.myheritage.comAnd then my father.... (Brigitte Bardeaux???)And Mr. Wonderful's is just... bizarre....

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Le sigh.Apparently, there is a bug in the newest version of Itunes (7), which essensially corrupts Shuffles, with no way to restore them (read more here). As you can probably guess, I only found this out AFTER I updated, and got the dreaded '1418' error. And now my little white stick is charging it's worthless batteries on the back of my work laptop. Bugger.I listen to my shuffle all. the.

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Who knew that this guy.....Was also THIS guy.....?Seems like such a waste, doesn't it? I'm also glad to report that Borat is finally coming to my little town. Mr. Wonderful and I will no doubt be going to see it this weekend, woohoo!

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Happy Halloween! I know that's a pretty threatening little kitty there, huh? I think it's actually one of the better pumpkins I've carved, with no small thanks to the template I used. It really makes all the difference. I'm a little bummed I don't have hundreds of kiddies coming to my door this year, but I may be a crazy old lady and throw mini chocolate bars from my balcony, which my trusty

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Because of my most recent volunteer gig, I've been thinking a lot about "feminism", and what it means to me.The gig entails meeting once, sometimes twice a week with a group of women who pride themselves on being "feminists". As you can tell by my use of quotation marks, I'm not sure how I feel about that word.I took a few women's studies courses in university, and even then, it did not feel

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I had an interesting conversation with my father this weekend. We were canoing on the lake this weekend, a little father-daughter bonding. The conversation eventually turned to politics, and the upcoming election.Dad: "You know, I don't think the conservatives have done that bad of a job so far, they seem to be doing okay."Me: "Maybe... But you're not a woman."I believe it's one of the few

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I'm back! So sorry about the hiatus, but it's Summer, okay?I have managed to download many, many pictures onto my computer, finally, which served as a reminder to a few stories I've accumulated over the last few weeks.Mr. Wonderful and I had a bit of a date night the other night. We ended up at a local Chinese restaurant, quite reknown for having good, authentic food. The interior, however,

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