I didn’t get a tetanus shot and I still feel like my leg (the part that doesn’t have the cut on it) has a giant bruise, and my arm too, and for the past hour all I can smell is copper. So if I hemorrhage and die in the next couple of hours, it’s because I really wanted to move my bed to the other side of the room a couple days ago. Share the post “Hopefully I live. But who knows!” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
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Last night we (forgot our cameras, ugh!) and drove head-on into the enormous storm that hit Niagara. The humidex during the day had been around 41 as predicted, and whatever collided with that muggy air did not impress it. At first, it was a brilliant light show over Lake Ontario. Next thing we knew, that lightning, thunder, and now pools of rain were right on top of us as we parked in Niagara-on-the-Lake to watch it. I don’t think I’ve been in all truth scared… Continue reading
I’ve been killing time reading Blind Gossip items. Debating whether or not to dye my hair and cut the bangs. I think that’ll all wait til autumn. August sucks, except that it seems to actually be June. It’s muggier than my kitchen cupboards out there. Where the hell can I buy pumpkin spice?! I need a smoothie. Share the post “Children of the I Has a Corm” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
Photos: The Island Cottage 2009 It’s friggin’ late. I’ll add some commentary later. Share the post “Back from Vacations” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
It was a very gloom-and-doom weekend at the island, at least as much as an island on the border of Ontario and Quebec can be gloom-doomy. Allow me for a moment to be more specific: The sky spent a lot of time pissing down rain. One bad omen was a horrible accident that had happened on the 400S the morning we departed for the island; a tractor trailer and a small car collided, spilling 400 litres of diesel on the highway and killing at least… Continue reading
I’ve spoken of laundry partners before (I just can’t remember the date, otherwise I’d link to it). When you live in an apartment building, and it’s time to wash your clothes, there’s often one other person (or more, but that’s much rarer) starting the wash cycle in the laundry facility at just the moment you are. From there, you come to meet a half hour later, when the washer is finished, and then another hour later when the dryer is done. Most times, this is… Continue reading
I have this tendency to laugh like hell when I’m in high-drama situations. And not a nervous giggly laugh. More like a haughty and amused laugh of adrenaline, accompanied by a large and overbearing smile which is probably scary and/or confusing to those around me. Honestly, I’m sure I prefer it to the other options people face — panic attacks, fainting, rage leading to violence, utopian bliss, nausea, heartburn, indigestion — I’m just not quite sure where I came to develop this sort of reaction.… Continue reading
Death Taxes If I apply for and get a job, the training will almost certainly always fall on the ONE scheduled week of vacation I will have planned all year. Share the post “Cripes.” FacebookPinterestShare…Email Continue reading
If I could speak in a cat language that Rico would understand, I would say meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, which would translate, loosely, to “Slow down when you eat! That’s why you’re throwing up every day.” He gets so riled up before he eats, and I made matters worse tonight by getting him a different kind. This excited the hell out of him, despite how nonchalant I was acting about it to try to have him simply accept the stuff into… Continue reading
