January 26th, 2008 | 4 Comments »

I already have my 100 things about me post written, have had for some time. Instead of just plunking it up on a page, since I’m at post 75, you will get them 25 at a time, because really? That’s just the kind of sweetheart I am. Also, I apologize for those who get this in their reader twice, this one should have comments working. Thanks to J at Just Beachy it does now.

1. I’m not getting any younger.

2. Black coffee is the answer. What is the question?

3. I used to be a clean freak.

4. Being a clean freak made me allergic to household chemicals.

5. I clean far, far less now.

6. I think I am in love with my dishwasher.

7. At age nine, Ass Burger Boy told me he would always live with me.

8. He’s still here.

9. I have been married twice.

10. I still love my first husband.

11. I like black licorice. Back off. This is not a character flaw. I’m old, okay? We didn’t have much candy in the olden days.

12. I have broken two toilets in my life by sitting on them wrong.

13. I was rather skinny each time.

14. I miss being skinny. Maybe not enough to deprive myself.

15. Flannel jammies make me happy.

16. Ditto goofy slippers.

17. As soon as I get back in the house, I put on my jammies.

18. I would like to have a bed and breakfast.

19. My mom died in 2005.

20. It still chokes me up. I miss her like crazy.

21. Even though I often hear her talking in my head.

22. Mostly she is making fun of me. It’s normal.

23. I graduated with honours from geek school the year Mom died.

24. Nobody wanted to hire a geezer geek.

25. My instructors wanted to work for me.

Posted in the mundane
November 24th, 2007 | 6 Comments »

From Ree the Hotfessional. It’s the perfect thing for the long holiday weekend before your slacker readers can catch up with you on the company dime.

(X) Been to Canada – Oh, my yes. I live here

( ) Been to Mexico – Nope. But I’ve heard that Montezuma’s Revenge is something I should experience at least once. Can’t wait.

( ) Been to Florida – No, I hear they have alligators there, and hurricanes. And really old Canucks.

(X) Been on a plane – Many times, but only once since Sept 11, 2001. I find the security measures pure aggravation.

(X) Been lost – Not technically, but when I was little, I walked beside a woman who was wearing the same coat as my mother, so my mom was lost

(X) Been on the opposite side of the country – I’ved lived on the Pacific and the Atlantic coast of Canada. Something about that ocean air just makes me happy.

(X) Swam in the ocean – Pacific, Atlantic, and the Caribbean

(X) Cried yourself to sleep – Everyone who has ever been thirteen has done this.

(X) Played cops and robbers – Hello? I had brothers, duh.

(X) Played with a Tonka Truck – See above.

(X) Recently colored with crayons – Define recently

( ) Sang karaoke – No, and this is so because of my deep abiding love for humanity.

( ) Paid for a meal with only coins – No, but I love to put my unrolled coinage in the fare box on the bus.

(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? – Yes, but I always forgive myself. I’m understanding that way.

(X) Made prank phone calls – Again, I had brothers. Shut up, they made me do it, okay?

(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue – Yes, but for the life of me, I couldn’t get it to stay on that pesky slippery tongue.

(X) Danced in the rain – Yep. And swam in the rain, and also showered in the rain. Scoff if you will, it was way fun.

(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus – Yes, but he didn’t take my brothers like I asked him to.

(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe – Yes, but nobody took me up on it when I hung the mistletoe from my backside.

(X) Watched the sunrise with someone you care about – Yes, after all night fascinating can’t stop talking to this wondrous creature.

(X) Blown bubbles – Absolutely. Also blown bubbles in my milk. Fun, isn’t it?

(X) Made a bonfire on the beach – It was a rite of passage for coast dwellers.

(X) Crashed a party – Yes, but they were glad to see me. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

( ) Crashed a wedding

( ) Crashed a funeral – No, but I’m always up for a good time.
(X) Gone ice-skating – Yes. My skates were always too tight though. I have Sasquatch feet.

1. Any nicknames? Some people who are too idle to type the entire thing call me Poo, even though I protest the use of scatological nicknames.

3. Favorite drink? Coffee (black) Hot and lots of it.

4. Any tattoos? No, but I used to draw on myself.

5 Body piercing? Ears only. 1 hole each. A friend did the piercing with a darning needle and an ice cube when I was 16. What did I know?

6. How much do you love your job? It’s rather ideal, especially if you have children. People pay you money and then they hang on Your.Every.Word. Then they go home and listen to the tape. Much more ego-stroking than “What.Ever.”, accompanied by a dramatic eye-roll from Ass Burger Boy.

7. Favorite vacation spot? My birthplace, where my Grammie and best friends from high school still live.

8. Ever been to Africa? No. Never left the continent, unless you count Puerto Rico.

9. Ever eaten cookies for dinner? Cookies are a good healthy dinner that you don’t need to coax the kiddies to eat.

10. Ever been on TV? Quite a few times. The media loves to interview psychics. I was also in a documentary about psychics.

11. Ever steal any traffic signs? No. I have better decorating taste than that.

12. Ever been in a car accident? Many, but none of them killed me yet.

13. Drive a 2-door or 4-door vehicle? 2 Door. The bus.

14. Favorite pie? Sweet potato pie, and the very best I have ever eaten is my Grammie’s mincemeat pie. She uses venison in hers.

15. Favorite Number? 8. It’s supposed to be lucky. I made sure my phone number added up to 8. I’m wacky that way.

16. Favorite movie? Gee whiz, I didn’t know this was going to be hard. I’m a sucker for great cinematography, so I would have to say Cold Mountain.

17. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving

18. Favorite dessert? It involves chocolate marble coffee cake, sprinkled with Grand Marnier and wildberry jam, layered with chocolate ice cream and more jam, topped with more Grand Marnier. Wicked. And wicked good. Note that I capitalized the holy Grand Marnier. It’s an important ingredient. I made this dessert up myself. I know what I like. Unless it’s a movie. Then I get all indecisive and stressed.

19. Favorite food? Scallops. Oh, come to mama.

20. Favorite day of the week? Most any day I wake up is good with me.

21. Favorite brand of body wash? I only use home made soap. Love it.

22. Favorite toothpaste? I don’t care. It isn’t like I’m going to EAT it. I do, however, rinse with hydrogen peroxide. It kills germs and gives me that bubbly feeling I love so much.

23. Favorite smell? Vanilla beans. And baby head. The other end, not so much.

24. What do you do to relax? Read.

25. Do you have a message to your friends reading this? No. Nobody really likes me anyway.

26. How do you see yourself in 10 years? Alive?

27. Furthest place you will send this message? I think I will surprise myself on this.

28. Who will respond the fastest? Whoever is saving their good stuff for Monday when everybody is reading blogs at work.

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Posted in Grammie, the mundane
November 4th, 2007 | 2 Comments »

Oh, the drama here! All the preparations, extra supplies, shutting down of computers, and storing of outdoor furniture was for naught.

We didn’t even lose power.

There are less leaves on the trees outside, but hey, it’s November. One broken branch in the yard. No flooding. No contaminated water supply. It’s all good.

When Hurricane Juan hit here four years ago, there was loss of sleep over howling winds and shattered windows. We really didn’t prepare because nobody here had much experience of such weather. Heck, the Groundhog Day hurricane in the 70’s found me outside, grabbing at fabulous photo ops.

I did not realize how profoundly Juan had changed our collective psyche until now. Sure, I look at the trees and will them to shed their leaves in October like they are supposed to, but that’s because I am a good citizen who does not want them to be such a target during high winds. I had no clue how much deeper the damage went.

Juan made landfall where I live. That winter, we had a blizzard the media labelled “White Juan”. It actually crippled the city more. So Juan was a big deal.

I missed a week of school due to power outages. Picture a geezer, studying by candlelight. It was pretty strange, because I was taking IT courses, but, by cracky, I had the theory DOWN.

My 95 year old Grammie called me when Juan struck. She was alarmed that I had not gone to an evacuation shelter. In my ignorance of all things hurricanical (I really love to make up words) I told her that I couldn’t go to one because it was raining outside. I love to shock and scare my Grammie, but that would be a whole other post.

Last night, I called Grammie because the storm centre was closer to her than it was to me. How I love that woman! She doesn’t remember so well anymore, and she was mildly disturbed because she could not find matches to light her kerosene lamp. When I expressed concern about the fumes of a kerosene lamp, she quickly put it all in perspective.

“I’ve been using this very lamp since I was a child, and I’m 95″. Good point, Grammie. Did I mention how much I love her? She’s a pissah, is my Grammie.

So the storm? I worked hard all day, cooking meat that would spoil when it thawed from the whole no electricity thing, cooking potatoes and veg and rice ahead of time, so that we could have cold, but well balanced meals. Made extra pots of coffee because when I need my caffeine, I can drink it cold if I have to.

Now? I feel a bit silly, but I did do what I was supposed to. Cold coffee, anyone?