Category: friends

Pretty much my proudest moment

Posted by – 06/02/2012

It’s Jill, then me, then Colleen, and then Holly. And I WON a bowling game for the first time ever in my life. Not only that but I was playing with women that grew up bowling and that don’t suck at bowling at all. Not only that but it was the first time I ever bowled higher than 100.

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Ha ha! And they laughed at me for taking that picture but I knew it was an important, momentous moment of my life.

I. Won.

Of course it was downhill from there. But who remembers the second game? Or third? My victory dance is truly something to behold, not that it is likely to ever happen again.

I’m on my way home now, on the train. Back to reality. And while I do love to hang out with my ever shrinking Windsor crew, I miss my love every second I’m away and I’m glad to be heading in this direction.

Ok, ok, so I lied

Posted by – 28/09/2011

I spent last weekend in Kinkardink visiting with my dear friends Ashley and Scott (and their hilarious and sweet children) and remembered that the John Lennon piece wasn’t the only cross stitch I’d ever made. Nope, there is this one too.

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Silly.

I’m planning on blogging more, I’ve got a great post about my latest obsessions brewing. Honest.

GPOYW

Posted by – 07/06/2011

Not actually taken today, but it’s a GPOM in any case.

Taken on my way out the door to Jana‘s bridal shower/bachelorette. I never wear lipstick and Shannon said I looked really pretty so maybe I ought to wear it more often.

Veronica’s house

Posted by – 19/09/2010

I spent about every other weekend at this house from the age of 4 through to about 14. It’s probably the most influential house of my entire life, more so than any house I ever lived in.

This is the house I think of when I smell pancakes frying, use a white board, look at dollhouses and walk on shag carpeting. It’s the house that made me love Siamese cats, model trains and fake fireplaces. Every time I eat a cherry or see someone canoeing, pat a spaniel puppy, it’s this house.

Did I mention the laundry chute?

New favourite

Posted by – 05/08/2010

Pop. So it’s not the most exciting blog post? I can only find this at one store in all of Toronto, and believe me, I’ve been to ALL the stores here. All of them. Well, most of them.

Can’t you just taste it right now? So delicious. So full of artificial everything. Yummmm.

Ok, and confidential to Gillian and Laura (no spoilers, don’t worry):

Here’s how I currently feel about BBUK.

I’m angry with John James for being a baby. He’s all angry and miserable lately and I guess it’s because he’s been nominated and is stressed out but spare me the hissy fits, please. He’s slowly crawling his way down my ladder. My love ladder. I’m not so sure if it’s John James ftw.

I hope Rachel goes home tomorrow. I don’t like her. But then again, I didn’t like Corin in the beginning and now I do.

Corin. I want to hate her but I guess I don’t. Like Gillian said, the whole diary room “He’s fit, right? Fit? Not fit? Is he?” turned me around. And then the fake video on BBLB (I think or maybe the post or pre eviction show) of kids acting as various house guests and the little girl with orange on her face “I’m buzzin’!”  killed me. I love her tragic back story and I super love that she’s very much aware of who she is.

Dave is still gross, I’d like the Baron to leave, Josie is always Josie, Andrew is a weirdo, JJ is fit, Jo and Mario are  just boring and that brings us to Sam Pepper.

I’m horrified by this child. He completely revolts me. He is, like Josie said, a ratty little brother, but he’s 21. I hate that he’s from Kent, where my family lives. I’d probably want to murder him if I had to spend more than half an hour with him, I am really feeling sorry for Josie. And everyone else. I understand that he thinks he’s being honest but he’s got no tact and that’s a part of being an adult. Ugh.

Proof.

Posted by – 09/05/2010

I’ve always been this cool. And here’s how you can tell: I went to see The Who in 1989 when I was 17. It was at the CNE when the Grandstand was still open, that’s where the Blue Jays played before the Skydome opened. It was an amazing place for concerts, it’s also where I saw the first Lollapalooza (yes, with NIN and Jane’s and Bodycount and…) and Neil Young. It’s sucks that it’s gone.

Gosh, $34.50 to see The Who? I wish I could remember this show better. I went with Patsy, who I am still friends with.

Man.

I guess this also proves I never throw anything out.

For Libs mostly

Posted by – 04/05/2010

Did you know that they have cool Vivienne Westwood glasses at Walmart?

I like the clear/black ones at the bottom of the first picture.  And the red frames in the middle. They’re locked down in the store so you can’t actually try them on without asking for help.

Sorry for the blur.

It’s not yet, but almost

Posted by – 04/05/2010

Even though I have another week until  I turn 38 (THIRTY-FUCKING-EIGHT-ZOMG!!!?!1) I’ve gotten lots of birthday love so far. Not just the most incredible (and apparently jealous making in some) car in the world, but a stunning necklace from Ashley. And some beautiful lamp work beads that  I need to figure out what to do with. Then a giant pack of Threadless shirts came in the mail today, 3 for me.

That brings my collection of  Threadless shirts up to an even 87, I think.

I suck at self-portraits. I can’t smile and take a picture at the same time, it’s just too hard.

Thursday I am off to St. Catharines to see my parents and do a little cross-border shopping. Target, you’ve been warned!

Fun for all

Posted by – 02/05/2010

It’s exciting when a new tattoo shop opens, especially when there is free beer involved. Oh, and sushi and vegan cupcakes-not that I ate any of those. Bill Baker has finally opened the doors to his new place, The Pearl Harbor Gift Shop and Tattoos. It’s a catchy name, I know. And they’ve done an amazing  job on renovations and decorations. It’s probably the prettiest shop in town, seriously. Stupidly, I only took one picture last night, I was having that much fun.

Exterior:

Not that Bill or Daniel or Glennie need my wishes of good luck (and not that I believe in luck anyway)-all three of them are incredibly talented. So, I guess it’s lots of love and see you soon!

Also, these crackers gave me the giggles yesterday.

Hee hee!

Caitlin with a C

Posted by – 07/04/2010

I was watching Liza Minnelli’s live show, Liza with a Z, filmed in 1972-the year I was born. It was directed by Bob Fosse who was a genius when it comes to movement. Of course, I was loving it very much, it’s the music of my youth and it was Liza…I mean, LIZA! I was thinking “who wouldn’t love this?” then I felt the hate emanating from the other half of the couch. It was palpable, Shannon dislikes this sort of thing that much. He was practically cringing in misery. Out of sympathy I did change the channel, I can watch Liza do her thing any old time.

For real. Blackbird? Yes please.

Ring Them Bells? Don’t mind if I do.

Did I ever tell the story about the time my friend Igor, who at the time I’d known for 10 years,  suddenly said that despite the length of our friendship had no idea what kind of music I was into. It’s a touchy subject, really. If I flat out say Broadway musicals, people think I am crazy or kidding. And it’s true, I like other music too, all kinds. Heck, we’re going to see Maiden in the summer and I am psyched. But if I had to pick one music based radio station for eternity, it would probably be the Broadway station on Sirius.

And I am not ashamed.

Ok. I have a question, who do you think is the modern day version of Liza Minnelli? Is it Madonna? In 1972 was Liza considered cool or was she…strictly for the card carrying seniors?

Pee. Or poop.

Gee wizz indeed. It would be fun to work there because you’d get to answer the phone “Gee wizz! How can I direct your call?” Is it strange that I appreciate port-a-potty art? There’s another company that I see around town with a bear running on it and it’s pretty much the funniest cartoon ever.

Would a devout christian be offended by this?

I’m going out shortly for nachos with my home girls.  Well. King’s Crown and wings. And maybe a celebratory beer or two. Nothing like good news from divorce lawyers to fill me with cheer.