Friday, June 24, 2011

A & W for lunch

Repeated 3 times "NO LETTUCE. YES MAYO" for my Chubby Chicken burger.
Upgraded (read: nutritionally downgraded) from fries to onion rings.
Then exclaimed loudly:
“Oh! You have DIET rootbeer? GET OUTTA TOWN! I didn’t KNOW that! I’ll have that.”

They mocked me, when I left, didn't they?


Thursday, June 23, 2011

obsessed with the new Maroon 5 song ...

But I’m thinking, if the world made any sense at all, it would be Mick singing about having a face like Adam Levine.


Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Monday:  Witnessed an accident and got to give my name & number to a cop.

Tuesday:  Firemen at the neighbourhood BBQ.

Wednesday: Was gardening out front, an ambulance pulled up and 2 paramedics got out.
Sometimes the universe really gets its shit together and says
“Awwww,  honey.  Cheer up ... Here:  Have some handsome hero-types. XOXO”


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Listen, I have NO IDEA what you're talking about ...

I was taking a picture of my KID in a firetruck. 

I would NEVER take a picture of an innocent, unsuspecting and super-hot fireman.


Monday, June 20, 2011

makin' dinner ...

A friend asked what I was making. I said roasted chicken. 

She asked what I seasoned it with. I answered "Nothin' really."

She made the Judgey McSad face at me ...

So I went back to my yard ... picked some fresh thyme and sage ... took them in ... washed it all, plucked the tiny leaves off the thyme and did a neat chiffonade with the sage,  then made garlic paste and mixed it all together with melted butter and seasonings ... cleaned up all the clippings and garlic skins all over the counter ... then burned my finger on the stove element while basting the chicken.

I liked it a lot better in my teens, when peer pressure was just "Here: Smoke this."


Thursday, June 16, 2011

Poor Vancouver

That's what happens when Air Canada employees strike & can't go to work to abuse people and their property.


Monday, June 13, 2011

If you're looking to hire ...

a company that claims to be a "marketing" firm,
you might consider checking to make sure they don't mean grocery shopping.



I don't give two clicks about Rep Weiner's willy.

Lemme know when Clive Owen tweets pictures of his junk.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

That hockey game just now ...

Probably reminded a lot of women of dudes they'd slept with:

3 hours of confusing blah blah blah ...

then wondering "why the fuck is everyone but me screaming?"
for the last 19 seconds.


When I think I might be hormonal ...

I listen to Tori Amos.

If I don't weep uncontrollably & fight the urge to cut  myself, I know it's all-good.