A Message to Me from Screeching Weasel

Nov 28

“You’re not helpless, you can stand on your own two feet.
So why do you let yourself be treated like a fucking piece of meat ?”

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Let the Yanksgiving Part-Eh Begin!

Nov 21

Yanksgiving week is starting to shape up nicely:

Monday – Work, end of class party at Mary’s
Tuesday – Potluck lunch at the office, take off early to fetch Steve (Canuck Part 2) from the airport
Wednesday – Tattoos!
Thursday – Yanksgiving dinner at the beach house in Galveston
Friday – Canadian Yanksgiving celebration at The Maple Leaf Pub
Saturday – Jay (Canuck Part 3) comes down from Dallas. Shenanigans will ensue!
Sunday – Canucks Part 1, 2 and 3 all return to their regularly scheduled programming *sad face*

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Quote of the Day

Nov 17

I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry.

Slyddur: Everything I know about Canada, I learned from “Strange Brew” and you.

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Celcius. Learn It. Live It. Love It.

Nov 17

Right now, it’s exactly the same temperature in Houston as it is in Toronto. *boggle* Fortunately, today the forecast says temps will reach 21C in Houston and Toronto will be lucky to get up to 7C. Hooray for the sub-tropics. Winter can kiss my white, Canadian ass.

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Popeye’s Hero

Nov 11

Popeye says, “Fanks for rescuing my toy, Toilet Paper Head!!”

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Sterilize Me

Nov 10

I just returned from a company sanctioned baby shower. Part of the festivities included a word scramble, which I (super genius) won. When I received the $10 Starbucks card as my prize, I announced that I’d be using it to hop myself up on caffeine in hopes of completely burning up my ovaries. Horrified looks followed.

I may not be good at making babies, but I do a mean word scramble.

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Popeye the Sailorman

Nov 10

Woof!

I am an uncoordinated, idiot of a dog mom. This morning, I lobbed Popeye’s favorite toy right up into a tree.

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Popeye the Sailorman

Nov 06

Popeye, aka Dog part 2, is freakin’ awesome. As to be expected, he’s a little spazzy but he listens well and is pretty much trained. He’s completely house broken, aside from a minor excited bladder explosion when Sly came by to meet him. Truthfully though… who doesn’t pee themselves the first time they meet Sly?

Today was his first day flying solo at home. We went to check on him over lunch and he’d gotten into a bit of trouble. A few shredded magazines and toilet paper was strewn about, as well as the phone on the kitchen floor. Was he trying to order a pizza? The most bizarre thing was that he’d placed the chewed up roll of TP on my desk beside my computer. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t notice?

Tomorrow, I’m going to try crating him for the day. I’m going on a blind date (wee!) over lunch so I won’t be able to skip home to check on him.

Expect Popeye pics soon!

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My Cheeks are Pink

Nov 03

49 feels like 44 feels like “problems? what problems?” when you’re going 60 mph down Richmond at 1 am.

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Good Things Do Happen

Nov 02

I am entirely unmotivated today and have become completely apathetic toward the disaster formerly known as our “production schedule.”

I want to go home. I want to smoke cigs. I want to play vids. I want it to be Friday.

On Friday, my new man is moving in…

Meet Popeye, my new homeboy.

Despite the advice of well-intentioned friends and family, I’m getting another dog this weekend. Some have suggested that I wait to see how I like life without a dog, and to them I say, “I already know that I like life with a dog.” Popeye comes from a family that I know and the opportunity to adopt him fell right into my lap. Like most boxer orphans, his family had no idea what they were getting into when they brought him home and now they can’t be rid of him soon enough. The details are not as heartless as my summary makes it sound, but long story short, they don’t want him anymore.

C’moooon, Friday!!

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