Both cats had nicknames, Seamus was aka Wexler. I don’t know how these names came about, but for a while, it’s what I called them.
Anyway, for once, Rose is not cuddling the underside of my laptop, meowing non-stop. No, instead she is sleeping in a ball beside me on the couch. Sounds pretty good, right? […]
1. At school on Monday, one of the students showed me her new tattoo. It’s a skull with a mohawk on her forearm. At first I was doubtful, but I touched it and it’s real. Then she demonstrated how still she had to hold her arm, for, like, a half hour. Like this. The fella […]
My mom came to visit yesterday. We don’t get to see each other nearly enough, and when we do it always seems rushed.
To make a long story short, her car stinks. It was stinky on (Canadian) Thanksgiving, and we did a quick search for the source of the horrible smell and came up empty handed. […]
I was born in Woodstock, Ontario (see below) and lived there for the first year of my life. Then my family moved to Welland, where we stayed for about 3 years. Then we moved to Queenston Heights, which is near Niagara Falls, and lived on the production chicken farm for about another 3 years. We […]
Spoken in a very angry voice:
“Then I am going to THROW THIS PICTURE OUT!” Accompanied by some very serious paper scrunching and flaring eyes.
“But first I need to know which garbage bin it goes in!“
I got these over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, and am thrilled. Before I was using old bottles from Malabar that were supposed to hold paint for a spray thing. It’s late and my brain is a little broken. An airbrush! Anyway, they were $1.99 each, or 9 for $29.99, but you get a metal thing […]
Long time no blog. It’s hard, what with work, work, work and day-to-day difficulties of the personal sort. At least there’s love.
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We went for a brief traipse in the woods yesterday and all I got were these lousy cuts on my legs. And arms. Thank goodness they missed my beautiful face.
At the truck stop on the way home a French Canadian couple in line behind me were admiring my legs and whispering in Quebecois. I couldn’t […]
I guess I hadn’t done laundry properly in a long, long time. I mean, apart from a load here and there at his house, probably not for a month. Upon my return home, I sorted it all out, and found I had washed a dozen pair of underpants and 16 pair of socks. And I […]
