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.

Silly.

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

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!

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?

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.