So here I am, in all my end-of-the-day-where-are-my-pyjamas?-please-may-I-have-some-gin? glory. Wolfgang joined me because he's a ham.
PS: Mermanda isn't bossy and she doesn't scare me. I lied.
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Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Like A Boss
At 1:28 this afternoon I was tagged by Mermanda to post a photo of myself, right that very second. Except that this morning I took my camera out of my bag (I always carry my little camera in case we are invaded by aliens or pirates and I need to document it) to make room for more snacks (true story.) I promised that I would take a photo as soon as I walked through the door (because Mermanda is bossy and scares me a little.) I also (stupidly) promised not to put any makeup on or brush my hair.
I'm tagging:
Thursday, 12 February 2009
That's All I've Ever Been 'Cause You Don't Know Me
The fantastically hip (I've decided to stop using the term "lovely" because I use it approximately 8000 times a day, so I'm bringing back "hip" - spread the, uh, word. Ha!) Angella sent me the following questions so I could participate in the getting to know you business that is floating around the internet.
1. You were only the second wedding I had ever shot. Were you nervous that I would not be able to capture your day (BE HONEST)?
Honestly? No. I was not worried at all. Being a long-time reader of your blog, I already had a sense of your photography style. Shawn and I agreed that we wanted our wedding photos to look more like candid shots rather than traditionally-posed photographs. Also, judging from your online personality, I felt like you would be extremely conscious of making sure everything was perfect. I was counting on you being over-prepared because of your rookie status :) And you totally delivered! I love the crazy, funny shots (um, I got to pose on a police motorcycle in my wedding dress. Best wedding photo ever!) and I appreciate the more traditional family shots. You captured our day perfectly.
2. You now have two (adorable) dogs. Are you done at two, or do you want more?
First of all, thanks! I think they're adorable too and I take full credit for their adorableness.
As you can see, it's hard work being so adorable.
They are often tired out from being so adorable.
For now, we are done. We live in a 700 sq.ft. condo and it feels Very Full sometimes. If we can ever afford a house, I'd love to add a third dog to the mix. I'm pretty sure I could persuade Shawn to get another dog if it was a boxer but for now we're pretty happy with the two we have.
Stella would like it noted that she does not approve.
3. I honestly have no idea what you do for a living, but do you like it? If not, what is your dream career?
This is a really difficult question to answer. There are some pretty serious pros and cons to my job. One of the perks is that I sit in front of a computer all day and as such, I read a ridiculous amount of blogs. One thing that isn't so cool about my job is that it can be pretty soul-crushing to work in a male-dominated field doing administration (my job description can pretty much be summed up with the phrase "office bitch.")
My dream is to be a food writer / restaurant reviewer. Getting paid to eat and then talk about it? Now there's a job I could love.
4. I know that you traveled to Europe; where else in the world would you travel to if money were not an issue?
It's impossible for me to choose one place! I'd start by heading to London, Ontario so Shawn could see his friends (Shawn moved to Vancouver six years ago and sometimes I worry that one day he'll want to move back to Ontario. I do not love cold weather and I think I would die in Ontario.) Then we'd head to London, England so I could see my peeps. From England we'd go to Aberdeen to visit Trish & Cory (the last time I saw them they were a family of two - now they're a family of four!) From Scotland we'd zip over to Northern Ireland to see the Giant's Causeway (we've both always wanted to see it.) If we weren't homesick for the puppies yet, we'd travel to Iceland and then to Cuba for some relaxation on the beach.
5. Why do you blog and what got you started? (I always love to hear people's stories on this)
I had no idea what a blog was until Cory (I used to work with him a million years ago) showed me his wife's blog. I read it for a while before discovering the links (Angella, yours was the second blog I ever read!) I lurked on various blogs for a long time before starting my own (I missed my first blogiversary but it was back in November if anyone cares.) I blog because it's an outlet for me. I worry a lot and I think a lot. If I don't write, my thoughts and concerns swirl around my brain and the crazy takes over and it makes me a very difficult person to live with.
1. You were only the second wedding I had ever shot. Were you nervous that I would not be able to capture your day (BE HONEST)?
Honestly? No. I was not worried at all. Being a long-time reader of your blog, I already had a sense of your photography style. Shawn and I agreed that we wanted our wedding photos to look more like candid shots rather than traditionally-posed photographs. Also, judging from your online personality, I felt like you would be extremely conscious of making sure everything was perfect. I was counting on you being over-prepared because of your rookie status :) And you totally delivered! I love the crazy, funny shots (um, I got to pose on a police motorcycle in my wedding dress. Best wedding photo ever!) and I appreciate the more traditional family shots. You captured our day perfectly.
2. You now have two (adorable) dogs. Are you done at two, or do you want more?First of all, thanks! I think they're adorable too and I take full credit for their adorableness.
As you can see, it's hard work being so adorable.
They are often tired out from being so adorable.
For now, we are done. We live in a 700 sq.ft. condo and it feels Very Full sometimes. If we can ever afford a house, I'd love to add a third dog to the mix. I'm pretty sure I could persuade Shawn to get another dog if it was a boxer but for now we're pretty happy with the two we have.
Stella would like it noted that she does not approve.
3. I honestly have no idea what you do for a living, but do you like it? If not, what is your dream career?
This is a really difficult question to answer. There are some pretty serious pros and cons to my job. One of the perks is that I sit in front of a computer all day and as such, I read a ridiculous amount of blogs. One thing that isn't so cool about my job is that it can be pretty soul-crushing to work in a male-dominated field doing administration (my job description can pretty much be summed up with the phrase "office bitch.")
My dream is to be a food writer / restaurant reviewer. Getting paid to eat and then talk about it? Now there's a job I could love.
4. I know that you traveled to Europe; where else in the world would you travel to if money were not an issue?
It's impossible for me to choose one place! I'd start by heading to London, Ontario so Shawn could see his friends (Shawn moved to Vancouver six years ago and sometimes I worry that one day he'll want to move back to Ontario. I do not love cold weather and I think I would die in Ontario.) Then we'd head to London, England so I could see my peeps. From England we'd go to Aberdeen to visit Trish & Cory (the last time I saw them they were a family of two - now they're a family of four!) From Scotland we'd zip over to Northern Ireland to see the Giant's Causeway (we've both always wanted to see it.) If we weren't homesick for the puppies yet, we'd travel to Iceland and then to Cuba for some relaxation on the beach.
5. Why do you blog and what got you started? (I always love to hear people's stories on this)
I had no idea what a blog was until Cory (I used to work with him a million years ago) showed me his wife's blog. I read it for a while before discovering the links (Angella, yours was the second blog I ever read!) I lurked on various blogs for a long time before starting my own (I missed my first blogiversary but it was back in November if anyone cares.) I blog because it's an outlet for me. I worry a lot and I think a lot. If I don't write, my thoughts and concerns swirl around my brain and the crazy takes over and it makes me a very difficult person to live with.
So! If you would like to join in on the interviewing party, follow these directions:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me”.
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Monday, 9 February 2009
I Paid Twenty-five Cents To Light A Little White Candle
Lindsay tagged me for a meme a while back and then I got tagged for the Facebook 25 this morning. I've decided to combine the two. I'm lazy like that.
1. If I could figure out a way to bring Shawn and the puppies, I would move back to England in a heartbeat.
2. It is my dream to be a judge on Iron Chef America (for either Battle Bacon or Battle Chocolate.)
3. Rome is one of the most beautiful cities I visited while in Europe; I hope to make it back someday.
4. Spinach, beets, walnuts, and mangoes taste like dirt to me.
5. I love my camera. I try to use it every day. I’m hoping that if I take a million photos, I will magically become a fabulous photographer. So far it’s not working.
6. I was named after Sir Edmund Hillary.
7. I would rather read the book than see the movie.
8. I have always loved to cook. I didn’t go to culinary school because I was worried that if cooking was my job, I would hate it.
9. Odd numbers made me uncomfortable. The only exception is the number nine. Don’t ask me why.
10. I do not support the 2010 Vancouver Olympics.
11. I worry. All the time. About everything.
12. It is my New Years’ resolution to eat beets once a month in 2009. I have not broken this resolution yet even though I hate beets (see point 4.)
13. My puppies are both named after beer. I named Stella and she loves me best. Shawn named Wolfgang and he loves him best. The puppies are fickle, though, and their love can be easily bought with peanut butter treats.
14. I love seeing live music. My favourite concert was when I saw Willie Nelson with my dad.
15. I have a crippling fear of sharks and snakes. If I see either on tv, I cover my eyes. It’s not enough to just close my eyes; I have to cover them with my hands as well. There may be shrieking involved also.
16. I will not swim in the ocean because of sharks.
17. I will never go to Australia because of the trio of death: sharks, snakes and spiders. Australia can pretty much go to hell, as far as I’m concerned.
18. I really want to have laser eye surgery but I am afraid to smell my eyes burning. I actually went for a consultation and asked the doctor if I would be able to smell it. He said yes. I will not be having laser eye surgery any time soon.
19. My perfect Friday evening involves warm weather, a patio, my favourite people, cold gin, and nachos with extra guacamole.
20. I think that Nigella Lawson is the coolest tv chef. Rachel Ray is the most annoying (and she’s not even a real chef!)
21. It given a choice between cake and pie, I will choose pie every time. Especially if it’s key lime pie. The only exception would be if I was offered red velvet cake or pecan pie – I would choose the red velvet.
22. I want to have kids but not until I’m at least 30 years old. I feel like once I turn 30 I will magically turn into a grownup.
23. I have two tattoos. I want two more but after that I am stopping.
24. The sound of people cracking their knuckles makes me physically gag.
25. Dark chocolate-covered digestive biscuits make my life complete.
I'm not tagging anyone else because it's Monday and I make the rules on Monday.
1. If I could figure out a way to bring Shawn and the puppies, I would move back to England in a heartbeat.
2. It is my dream to be a judge on Iron Chef America (for either Battle Bacon or Battle Chocolate.)
3. Rome is one of the most beautiful cities I visited while in Europe; I hope to make it back someday.
4. Spinach, beets, walnuts, and mangoes taste like dirt to me.
5. I love my camera. I try to use it every day. I’m hoping that if I take a million photos, I will magically become a fabulous photographer. So far it’s not working.
6. I was named after Sir Edmund Hillary.
7. I would rather read the book than see the movie.
8. I have always loved to cook. I didn’t go to culinary school because I was worried that if cooking was my job, I would hate it.
9. Odd numbers made me uncomfortable. The only exception is the number nine. Don’t ask me why.
10. I do not support the 2010 Vancouver Olympics.
11. I worry. All the time. About everything.
12. It is my New Years’ resolution to eat beets once a month in 2009. I have not broken this resolution yet even though I hate beets (see point 4.)
13. My puppies are both named after beer. I named Stella and she loves me best. Shawn named Wolfgang and he loves him best. The puppies are fickle, though, and their love can be easily bought with peanut butter treats.
14. I love seeing live music. My favourite concert was when I saw Willie Nelson with my dad.
15. I have a crippling fear of sharks and snakes. If I see either on tv, I cover my eyes. It’s not enough to just close my eyes; I have to cover them with my hands as well. There may be shrieking involved also.
16. I will not swim in the ocean because of sharks.
17. I will never go to Australia because of the trio of death: sharks, snakes and spiders. Australia can pretty much go to hell, as far as I’m concerned.
18. I really want to have laser eye surgery but I am afraid to smell my eyes burning. I actually went for a consultation and asked the doctor if I would be able to smell it. He said yes. I will not be having laser eye surgery any time soon.
19. My perfect Friday evening involves warm weather, a patio, my favourite people, cold gin, and nachos with extra guacamole.
20. I think that Nigella Lawson is the coolest tv chef. Rachel Ray is the most annoying (and she’s not even a real chef!)
21. It given a choice between cake and pie, I will choose pie every time. Especially if it’s key lime pie. The only exception would be if I was offered red velvet cake or pecan pie – I would choose the red velvet.
22. I want to have kids but not until I’m at least 30 years old. I feel like once I turn 30 I will magically turn into a grownup.
23. I have two tattoos. I want two more but after that I am stopping.
24. The sound of people cracking their knuckles makes me physically gag.
25. Dark chocolate-covered digestive biscuits make my life complete.
I'm not tagging anyone else because it's Monday and I make the rules on Monday.
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Eat 'Em Up L Chill
By now, I'm assuming everyone has seen the "Starting with the letter..." business but just in case, the rules are as follows:
If you want to participate, leave a comment on this post and I will assign you a letter. You then write about 10 things you love that begin with your assigned letter and post them on your blog. When people comment on your posted list, you give them a letter and the chain continues on and on.
Marie was kind enough to assign me the letter "L" (I was worried I would get Q or X.)
(all of my pictures are from photobucket)
1. London, England
I went to England when I was twenty-one and stayed for a year and a bit. I can't really describe my love for England, except to say that right away it felt like home and has continued to feel like my second home. Meeting fabulous people (hi peeps!) certainly helped but it was more than that. The food and language (I love British slang and try to incorporate it into my daily life, particularly when I'm driving) and architecture and music (I have quite the boner for British bands) and history (the pub I worked in was older than, um, Canada) all combined to create this lovely place that I felt (and still feel) a connection to. It was hard to leave England and every couple of months I try to convince Shawn that we should move there.
2. Lemons
I love the taste of lemons. I love lemon pie, lemon squares, lemon curd - if it's lemon, i will love it. I also love the scent of lemons. I'm not a big perfume person, but if I could find one that smelled like lemons? I'd be a very happy lady.
3. Limes
I love limes (I am pretty sure I will always be scurvy-free.) There is nothing better than a big slice of lime in a cold gin & tonic. Except, maybe, a slice of key lime pie.
David Usher's first solo album. Contains two of my favourite songs "St. Lawrence River" and "Forestfire."
8. Lorelai Gilmore
Oh how I loved the Gilmore Girls. It is my goal to one day own the entire season on dvd so I can watch it from start to finish. It was a sad day when the show ended (and it wasn't helped by the fact that the finale was a bit meh.)
9. Linden, Trevor
My favourite Canuck player. He retired last year but I'm hoping to see him become part of the coaching staff.
10. Le Creuset
I don't actually own any Le Creuset cookware but when I am a Fancy Lady, my kitchen will be stocked. There something about the sturdy pieces in bold colours that really appeals to me.
If you want to participate, leave a comment on this post and I will assign you a letter. You then write about 10 things you love that begin with your assigned letter and post them on your blog. When people comment on your posted list, you give them a letter and the chain continues on and on.
Marie was kind enough to assign me the letter "L" (I was worried I would get Q or X.)
(all of my pictures are from photobucket)
1. London, England
I went to England when I was twenty-one and stayed for a year and a bit. I can't really describe my love for England, except to say that right away it felt like home and has continued to feel like my second home. Meeting fabulous people (hi peeps!) certainly helped but it was more than that. The food and language (I love British slang and try to incorporate it into my daily life, particularly when I'm driving) and architecture and music (I have quite the boner for British bands) and history (the pub I worked in was older than, um, Canada) all combined to create this lovely place that I felt (and still feel) a connection to. It was hard to leave England and every couple of months I try to convince Shawn that we should move there.
2. Lemons
I love the taste of lemons. I love lemon pie, lemon squares, lemon curd - if it's lemon, i will love it. I also love the scent of lemons. I'm not a big perfume person, but if I could find one that smelled like lemons? I'd be a very happy lady.
3. Limes
I love limes (I am pretty sure I will always be scurvy-free.) There is nothing better than a big slice of lime in a cold gin & tonic. Except, maybe, a slice of key lime pie.
4. Law & Order
I will always choose Special Victims Unit over the other two Law & Orders (because Elliott Stabler is my boyfriend) but I love them all. Shawn complains daily about the plethora of Law & Order reruns on the pvr. He doesn't understand why I need to watch ten-year old episodes. I don't understand how he can hate Law & Order.
I will always choose Special Victims Unit over the other two Law & Orders (because Elliott Stabler is my boyfriend) but I love them all. Shawn complains daily about the plethora of Law & Order reruns on the pvr. He doesn't understand why I need to watch ten-year old episodes. I don't understand how he can hate Law & Order.
5. Lipsmackers Dr. Pepper
I am not a fan of lipstick. It's a bit too fussy for daily use so I stick to lip gloss. The most low-maintenance being Lipsmackers Dr. Pepper (I do own grown-up lip glosses by Clinique and MAC and whatnot, but I like a lip gloss that I can apply without a mirror.) I don't like the drink Dr. Pepper but the Lipsmackers Dr. Pepper tastes like cherries. And it actually does have a bit of colour in it so I feel like I'm (sort of) wearing makeup.
I am not a fan of lipstick. It's a bit too fussy for daily use so I stick to lip gloss. The most low-maintenance being Lipsmackers Dr. Pepper (I do own grown-up lip glosses by Clinique and MAC and whatnot, but I like a lip gloss that I can apply without a mirror.) I don't like the drink Dr. Pepper but the Lipsmackers Dr. Pepper tastes like cherries. And it actually does have a bit of colour in it so I feel like I'm (sort of) wearing makeup.
6. LaMontagne, Ray
One of my favourite musicians of all-time. His lyrics are beautiful and his voice is so emotive.
7. Little Songs by David UsherOne of my favourite musicians of all-time. His lyrics are beautiful and his voice is so emotive.
David Usher's first solo album. Contains two of my favourite songs "St. Lawrence River" and "Forestfire."
8. Lorelai Gilmore
Oh how I loved the Gilmore Girls. It is my goal to one day own the entire season on dvd so I can watch it from start to finish. It was a sad day when the show ended (and it wasn't helped by the fact that the finale was a bit meh.)
9. Linden, Trevor
My favourite Canuck player. He retired last year but I'm hoping to see him become part of the coaching staff.
10. Le Creuset
I don't actually own any Le Creuset cookware but when I am a Fancy Lady, my kitchen will be stocked. There something about the sturdy pieces in bold colours that really appeals to me.
Saturday, 22 November 2008
Say My Name Say My Name If No One Is Around You Say "Baby I Love You"
Stolen from the Over-Thinker because I am tired and incapable of coming up with another post (please pleeeeaaaase can November be over?):
It's All In A Name
1. Witness Protection Name (mother's & father's middle names)
Ruth Edward
2. Nascar Name (first name of your mother's dad & father's dad)
Clifford Edward
3. Star Wars Name (the first 2 letters of your last name & first 4 letters of your first name)
Wehill
4. Detective Name (favourite colour & favourite animal)
Plum Puppy
5. Soap Opera Name (middle name & city where you live)
Dawn Metro Vancouver
6. Superhero Name (2nd favourite colour & favourite alcoholic drink, optionally add "The" to the beginning)
The Navy Gin & Tonic
7. Fly Name (first 2 letters of first name & last 2 letters of your last name)
Hier
8. Gangsta Name (favourite ice cream flavour & favourite cookie)
chocolate peanut butter peanut butter chocolate chip, yo
9. Rock Star Name (current pet's name & current street name)
Stella Victoria
10. Porn Name (first pet's name & street you grew up on)
Smudgie Chateau Wynd
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Damn! I Lost My Number And I Lost My Head
I've been tagged by Mermanda. Mermanda is funny and pretty and lovely so I can't not do her meme. Even though I do these things all the time. And hate them.
Here are the Rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Right-o.
1. I was four years old when my little sister was born. I wanted my parents to name her Tulip. I told them that the name they chose for her was too "dusty" - I have no idea what this means.
2. I can't fall asleep at night until I've checked my alarm clock at least 5 times. I can't just look at it to make sure it's set - I have to actually touch it to make sure the toggle is in the right position. I don't know why it bothers me so much - it's not like I actually get up when the alarm goes off.
3. Both of my sisters are vegetarians but I'm pretty sure I could never become one. I don't have the will power to give up cheeseburgers. I eat a lot of vegetarian foods and I dislike a lot of meat but I could never give up cheeseburgers. I've tried vegetarian patties but they're crap. Soy patties, tvp patties, mushroom and oat patties = ALL CRAP. Give me beef.
4. I have a horrible sense of direction. Whichever direction I'm facing feels like North. I have no idea how to fix this.
5. I met Shawn in a bar. I was drunk. He was drunk. Maybe one day I'll write a post about it but most likely I won't. It would be a short post, consisting of "I met Shawn in a bar. I was drunk. He was drunk. And we lived happily ever after. The End."
6. I hate blue cheese. I'm disappointed in myself because I would like to love all cheese equally but I cannot bring myself to even slightly like blue cheese. It tastes like feet.
I am refusing to tag people in the hopes that karma will prevent anyone from tagging me in the future. Mermanda, this means you.
Here are the Rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you
2. Post the rules on your blog
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
Right-o.
1. I was four years old when my little sister was born. I wanted my parents to name her Tulip. I told them that the name they chose for her was too "dusty" - I have no idea what this means.
2. I can't fall asleep at night until I've checked my alarm clock at least 5 times. I can't just look at it to make sure it's set - I have to actually touch it to make sure the toggle is in the right position. I don't know why it bothers me so much - it's not like I actually get up when the alarm goes off.
3. Both of my sisters are vegetarians but I'm pretty sure I could never become one. I don't have the will power to give up cheeseburgers. I eat a lot of vegetarian foods and I dislike a lot of meat but I could never give up cheeseburgers. I've tried vegetarian patties but they're crap. Soy patties, tvp patties, mushroom and oat patties = ALL CRAP. Give me beef.
4. I have a horrible sense of direction. Whichever direction I'm facing feels like North. I have no idea how to fix this.
5. I met Shawn in a bar. I was drunk. He was drunk. Maybe one day I'll write a post about it but most likely I won't. It would be a short post, consisting of "I met Shawn in a bar. I was drunk. He was drunk. And we lived happily ever after. The End."
6. I hate blue cheese. I'm disappointed in myself because I would like to love all cheese equally but I cannot bring myself to even slightly like blue cheese. It tastes like feet.
I am refusing to tag people in the hopes that karma will prevent anyone from tagging me in the future. Mermanda, this means you.
Monday, 22 September 2008
Plus Ca Change Plus C'est La Meme Chose
The Over-Thinker tagged me in this evil meme because she hates me. I need to list 36 (36!!) things about myself that you (probably) don't know. I am currently plotting my revenge against the Over-Thinker; suggestions are welcome.
1. My birthday is October 12. It always falls on or around Canadian Thanksgiving which means that I get a 3-day weekend for my birthday. I love it. I get pumpkin pie instead of birthday cake. I will never grow tired of pumpkin pie.
2. I have 3 siblings. When I was a kid, we were a family of six living in a 3-bedroom house. I disliked Turtle so much that I chose to share a room with Bow and Westy (I know, right? Poor Westy. He was really little though, so I don't think he minded.) If I had to share a room with one of my siblings now? It would definitely be Turtle.
3. I am constantly finding new things to become obsessed with. I latch onto them (diets, exercise regimens, flossing) for a few weeks and then lose interest just as quickly.
4. I have worn contacts or glasses since I was twelve years old. As soon as I conquer my fear of the smell of burning, I am getting laser eye surgery.
5. My list of phobias is long and varied: snakes, sharks, bugs, vomit, death (not mine - the death of people who I love) etc.
6. I hate raisins. I hate them baked into things (quickest way to ruin a cookie.) I hate them on their own. I especially hate them when they're handed out as Hallowe'en treats.
7. For my tenth birthday, I asked for a bird. I got a fish tank.
8. I tried to love the fish tank but I gave up after I accidentally cranked up the heat and boiled all my fish. This stands out as one of the most traumatizing events of my childhood.
9. My mom didn't allow a lot of processed foods or sugar in the house when we were growing up. I hated being the kid who brought vegetable sandwiches on whole wheat bread to school. I coveted other kids' Oreos and fruit snacks. Now that I make my own food decisions, I find myself drawn to the healthy foods my mom brought us up on. I'm grateful to her but I will probably never tell her that.
10. Though I enjoy a wide range of really healthy foods, I have a disgusting sweet tooth. I am surprised that I have not given myself diabetes yet. I should be more concerned about this, as my maternal grandmother was diabetic.
11. I hated my name when I was a kid. In school I was the only Hillary in a sea of Jennifers. When I lived in England, it was bizarre to meet other people with my name.
12. It really REALLY annoys me when people spell my name with one L. I understand that it's more commonly spelled with one L. I don't expect people to intuitively know that my name is spelled with two L's. However, if I have told you how to spell my name, or I have emailed you (my email address contains my name,) or left a comment on your blog, I think it's rude to spell my name wrong. This makes me overly conscious of the spelling of other people's names. If I spell your name wrong, I will feel horrible (probably more horrible than is justifiable.)
13. My mom used to give us one "family gift" every Christmas. When I was seven the family gift was a baseball glove. This is the only reason I joined the North Delta Softball Association. I'm so glad that I did; I played for fifteen years and met some of my best friends on the various teams I played for.
14. When I was five-ish years old, I was playing in a friend's backyard. We were trying to walk across a retaining wall dividing her neighbour's yard from her mom's rock garden. I fell off and ended up needing 4 stitches in my lower back. I still have a nasty, puckered scar that I am very self-conscious of. I am mildly grateful for this scar, as it prevented me from getting a tramp stamp (ha! thanks Overthinker!) during my teen years.
15. I have two tattoos. Getting them did not hurt as much as getting my belly button pierced did. I will probably get more tattoos. I will never get anything pierced again. When I got my belly button pierced, I went into shock. It stayed sore for months. It got infected numerous times. It would get caught in my clothing. I finally took it out after five years. That was two years ago and I still have a little hole.
16. Growing up, my aunt (yes, Auntie Batshit) used to tell me and my sisters that we needed to be at least 5'10" so we would "be able to control our future husbands." I never understood this, as Auntie Batshit is very tall and has been married to the same abusive mofo for 40(ish?) years. Even though I'm 5'8", I have never felt tall enough.
17. My middle name is Dawn. My mom said it's because dawn is her favourite time of day. I'm calling bullshit on this one. No-one likes dawn. I think she was just trying to make me feel like my middle name had meaning.
18. My brother has two middle names - one is my mom's maiden name and one is my grandpa's name (also my dad's middle name.) I feel envious that my brother got meaningful, family names. If I ever have kids, I will either give all of them a family name or none of them.
19. Four years ago I moved to England to be a nanny. I also worked as a barmaid in a pub. I can pull a perfect pint.
20. I lived in England but I traveled to Scotland, Ireland, France and Italy. I also traveled extensively in England.
21. My favourite place in England is Marlow.
22. The thing I miss most about England is definitely my friends, but the food is a close second. I have not had decent fish & chips since moving back to Canada.
23. My mom sent me care packages while I was gone. Once she mailed me a bag of ketchup chips (they don't have them in England - this blew my mind.) She didn't put them in a box though, so they arrived completely smashed. I'm not joking - the bag was flat. There were no discernible chips in the bag - just crumbs. I ate them anyway.
24. When I was in grade 7, a boy had a giant crush on me. He would send me love letters and give me presents. I was mortified. Shawn's middle name is the same name as this boy.
25. I wish that I had even half of Shawn's musical ability.
26. I wish that I had a good singing voice.
27. I make really good cookies. Last night I made chewy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and I'm eating one right now. All I need now is a cuppa tea to make my afternoon complete.
28. I like my tea brewed very strong and with both milk and sugar. I felt so inadequate when I lived in England and asked for sugar.
29. I love pickles. I love dill pickles, garlic pickles, any type of pickle (as long as it's not sweet - those pickles are nasty.) My Auntie Ollie made the best pickles. I could eat a disgusting amount of her pickles in one sitting. She died a year and a half ago. I do not know how to make Auntie Ollie's pickles.
30. I swear. A lot. My dad calls it my "dock talk" because I swear like a sailor. I should probably try to stop but I can't be arsed.
31. When I sleep, I am always freezing. My body radiates heat though, so Shawn doesn't believe me when I say I'm cold. Until I put my feet on his legs - my feet are always like ice.
32. Stella is the first pet I've owned that I've been responsible for. Every day I am afraid of breaking her. I'm pretty sure that I shouldn't have kids because my head will melt.
33. I drive a stick shift. For some reason this feels like an accomplishment.
34. My monthly transit pass costs less than monthly parking downtown so even though I have a car, I take transit to work. I used to live close enough to walk to work but then we decided to buy a home. Vancouver's real estate market makes me want to jump off a bridge.
35. I would love to live in Europe again but I think that Canada will always feel like home.
36. I hate doing memes because I feel immense pressure to be witty. I will never not do a meme if tagged though, because I don't want to let the tagger down. So don't tag me! Do us both a favour.
Right, so now I have to tag someone. I will be tagging Alice, because she tagged me in the addiction meme. Let that be a lesson to you, Alice.
1. My birthday is October 12. It always falls on or around Canadian Thanksgiving which means that I get a 3-day weekend for my birthday. I love it. I get pumpkin pie instead of birthday cake. I will never grow tired of pumpkin pie.
2. I have 3 siblings. When I was a kid, we were a family of six living in a 3-bedroom house. I disliked Turtle so much that I chose to share a room with Bow and Westy (I know, right? Poor Westy. He was really little though, so I don't think he minded.) If I had to share a room with one of my siblings now? It would definitely be Turtle.
3. I am constantly finding new things to become obsessed with. I latch onto them (diets, exercise regimens, flossing) for a few weeks and then lose interest just as quickly.
4. I have worn contacts or glasses since I was twelve years old. As soon as I conquer my fear of the smell of burning, I am getting laser eye surgery.
5. My list of phobias is long and varied: snakes, sharks, bugs, vomit, death (not mine - the death of people who I love) etc.
6. I hate raisins. I hate them baked into things (quickest way to ruin a cookie.) I hate them on their own. I especially hate them when they're handed out as Hallowe'en treats.
7. For my tenth birthday, I asked for a bird. I got a fish tank.
8. I tried to love the fish tank but I gave up after I accidentally cranked up the heat and boiled all my fish. This stands out as one of the most traumatizing events of my childhood.
9. My mom didn't allow a lot of processed foods or sugar in the house when we were growing up. I hated being the kid who brought vegetable sandwiches on whole wheat bread to school. I coveted other kids' Oreos and fruit snacks. Now that I make my own food decisions, I find myself drawn to the healthy foods my mom brought us up on. I'm grateful to her but I will probably never tell her that.
10. Though I enjoy a wide range of really healthy foods, I have a disgusting sweet tooth. I am surprised that I have not given myself diabetes yet. I should be more concerned about this, as my maternal grandmother was diabetic.
11. I hated my name when I was a kid. In school I was the only Hillary in a sea of Jennifers. When I lived in England, it was bizarre to meet other people with my name.
12. It really REALLY annoys me when people spell my name with one L. I understand that it's more commonly spelled with one L. I don't expect people to intuitively know that my name is spelled with two L's. However, if I have told you how to spell my name, or I have emailed you (my email address contains my name,) or left a comment on your blog, I think it's rude to spell my name wrong. This makes me overly conscious of the spelling of other people's names. If I spell your name wrong, I will feel horrible (probably more horrible than is justifiable.)
13. My mom used to give us one "family gift" every Christmas. When I was seven the family gift was a baseball glove. This is the only reason I joined the North Delta Softball Association. I'm so glad that I did; I played for fifteen years and met some of my best friends on the various teams I played for.
14. When I was five-ish years old, I was playing in a friend's backyard. We were trying to walk across a retaining wall dividing her neighbour's yard from her mom's rock garden. I fell off and ended up needing 4 stitches in my lower back. I still have a nasty, puckered scar that I am very self-conscious of. I am mildly grateful for this scar, as it prevented me from getting a tramp stamp (ha! thanks Overthinker!) during my teen years.
15. I have two tattoos. Getting them did not hurt as much as getting my belly button pierced did. I will probably get more tattoos. I will never get anything pierced again. When I got my belly button pierced, I went into shock. It stayed sore for months. It got infected numerous times. It would get caught in my clothing. I finally took it out after five years. That was two years ago and I still have a little hole.
16. Growing up, my aunt (yes, Auntie Batshit) used to tell me and my sisters that we needed to be at least 5'10" so we would "be able to control our future husbands." I never understood this, as Auntie Batshit is very tall and has been married to the same abusive mofo for 40(ish?) years. Even though I'm 5'8", I have never felt tall enough.
17. My middle name is Dawn. My mom said it's because dawn is her favourite time of day. I'm calling bullshit on this one. No-one likes dawn. I think she was just trying to make me feel like my middle name had meaning.
18. My brother has two middle names - one is my mom's maiden name and one is my grandpa's name (also my dad's middle name.) I feel envious that my brother got meaningful, family names. If I ever have kids, I will either give all of them a family name or none of them.
19. Four years ago I moved to England to be a nanny. I also worked as a barmaid in a pub. I can pull a perfect pint.
20. I lived in England but I traveled to Scotland, Ireland, France and Italy. I also traveled extensively in England.
21. My favourite place in England is Marlow.
22. The thing I miss most about England is definitely my friends, but the food is a close second. I have not had decent fish & chips since moving back to Canada.
23. My mom sent me care packages while I was gone. Once she mailed me a bag of ketchup chips (they don't have them in England - this blew my mind.) She didn't put them in a box though, so they arrived completely smashed. I'm not joking - the bag was flat. There were no discernible chips in the bag - just crumbs. I ate them anyway.
24. When I was in grade 7, a boy had a giant crush on me. He would send me love letters and give me presents. I was mortified. Shawn's middle name is the same name as this boy.
25. I wish that I had even half of Shawn's musical ability.
26. I wish that I had a good singing voice.
27. I make really good cookies. Last night I made chewy oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and I'm eating one right now. All I need now is a cuppa tea to make my afternoon complete.
28. I like my tea brewed very strong and with both milk and sugar. I felt so inadequate when I lived in England and asked for sugar.
29. I love pickles. I love dill pickles, garlic pickles, any type of pickle (as long as it's not sweet - those pickles are nasty.) My Auntie Ollie made the best pickles. I could eat a disgusting amount of her pickles in one sitting. She died a year and a half ago. I do not know how to make Auntie Ollie's pickles.
30. I swear. A lot. My dad calls it my "dock talk" because I swear like a sailor. I should probably try to stop but I can't be arsed.
31. When I sleep, I am always freezing. My body radiates heat though, so Shawn doesn't believe me when I say I'm cold. Until I put my feet on his legs - my feet are always like ice.
32. Stella is the first pet I've owned that I've been responsible for. Every day I am afraid of breaking her. I'm pretty sure that I shouldn't have kids because my head will melt.
33. I drive a stick shift. For some reason this feels like an accomplishment.
34. My monthly transit pass costs less than monthly parking downtown so even though I have a car, I take transit to work. I used to live close enough to walk to work but then we decided to buy a home. Vancouver's real estate market makes me want to jump off a bridge.
35. I would love to live in Europe again but I think that Canada will always feel like home.
36. I hate doing memes because I feel immense pressure to be witty. I will never not do a meme if tagged though, because I don't want to let the tagger down. So don't tag me! Do us both a favour.
Right, so now I have to tag someone. I will be tagging Alice, because she tagged me in the addiction meme. Let that be a lesson to you, Alice.
Jenny Said When She Was Just Five Years Old
I got tagged for two memes last week, courtesy of Alice and the Over-Thinker. I'm starting with Alice's because it's the shortest of the two. I need to list five addictions and then tag two people.
1. Baked goods. I love baked goods. Cookies, muffins, pastries, the list is endless. I could never be carb-free. Life would honestly not be worth living.
2. Cheese. I eat cheese every day. I could never give up cheese. Blue cheese is the only cheese I do not love.
3. Puppies! I love all puppies, not just Stella. I have been on a months-long mission to get Shawn to agree to getting another puppy. I've been pretty unsuccessful so far but my birthday is in 3 weeks, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Whenever Shawn asks what I want for my birthday, I tell him all I want is a puppy. He is not pleased with me.
4. Email. I'm not a big phone person. I can't make it through the day without checking my email at least once. I do not understand people (my mother) who check their email once a week.
5. Trashy television. I'm not proud. I love me some America's Next Top Model and The Hills. Don't judge.
I'm supposed to tag two people, but I'm just going to tag the Over-Thinker because she tagged me. I'm vengeful like that.
1. Baked goods. I love baked goods. Cookies, muffins, pastries, the list is endless. I could never be carb-free. Life would honestly not be worth living.
2. Cheese. I eat cheese every day. I could never give up cheese. Blue cheese is the only cheese I do not love.
3. Puppies! I love all puppies, not just Stella. I have been on a months-long mission to get Shawn to agree to getting another puppy. I've been pretty unsuccessful so far but my birthday is in 3 weeks, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Whenever Shawn asks what I want for my birthday, I tell him all I want is a puppy. He is not pleased with me.
4. Email. I'm not a big phone person. I can't make it through the day without checking my email at least once. I do not understand people (my mother) who check their email once a week.
5. Trashy television. I'm not proud. I love me some America's Next Top Model and The Hills. Don't judge.
I'm supposed to tag two people, but I'm just going to tag the Over-Thinker because she tagged me. I'm vengeful like that.
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
Too Much Red Meat And Ale
Jive Turkey tagged me for a "Six Quirky Things" meme last week and I'm just getting around to doing it now. Because that's one of my "things" - I'm effing lazy. I'm very Type A though, so I'm a bit mixed up all the time. I'm organised and OCD and a tad bit crazy, but also really freaking lazy. Try to figure that one out.
It is just occurring to me that I've already done a Quirky meme. Now I have to think of six additional crazy, erm quirky, things about myself. This will result in me revealing eleven quirky things about myself and then no-one will want to be friends with me because I am so crazy. Gah.
Oh hey, that's my second thing. I worry ALL THE TIME. About the stupidest things. For example, Shawn's brother was dogsitting Stella on Monday because his Mom was going out of town and we were still in Montreal. His brother was also installing our new tv. Sunday night I couldn't sleep because I was convinced that Shawn's brother wouldn't install the new tv properly and it would fall off the wall at the exact time that Stella was walking underneath it and we would come home to a flat-as-a-pancake puppy. I wish I was kidding. I got so worked up and guess what? The tv is still on the wall. Stella is still 3-D. Life is good.
3 - I cannot eat food court meat. I am not a vegetarian. I am not a picky eater. My list of things that I will not eat is pretty short. I am so disgusted by food court meat that I'm pretty sure you could classify it as a phobia. Foodcourtmeataphobia. The thought of food court meat grosses me out beyond comprehension.
4 - I hate it when people can hear me pee. (This doesn't apply at home, where I pee with the door open because I am too lazy to close the door. Eh, I'm married now. Who do I have to impress?) Our office space is a large, open-concept area that encompasses the entire floor of the building. This means that instead of having the bathrooms that are removed from the offices, like on other floors, our bathrooms are right in the middle of the working area. Yes, there are walls but they are flimsy walls and some of the ceiling tiles are missing. Everyone can hear everything that goes on in the office bathrooms. This shouldn't bother me, seeing as I work with eleven men and only one other woman (okay it should bother me, but for different reasons than what I'm talking about right now) but it does. I get performance anxiety. I realise this is completely ridiculous and I can't believe I'm even writing about it. I've got two more quirky things to come up with though, so it stays.
5 - I am generally a pretty decent speller but I have never been able to remember if it's field or feild. I know the "i before e" rule, thank you. It doesn't matter. I type field, it looks silly. I type feild, it doesn't look right. Thank you spellcheck. Without you I'd be spelling it feeld.
6 - I want laser eye surgery but I am too afraid to get it. I have had glasses or contacts since I was twelve years old. That's thirteen long years of not being able to see when I wake up in the morning. Thirteen years worth of contacts, contact solution, glasses, glass cases, etc. The cost of laser eye surgery is nothing compared to the cost of another fifty years of contacts, contact solution, etc. I have the means to get the surgery now. I just don't have the balls to do it. It's not even the surgery or the risk of blindness or anything like that. It's the thought of willingly putting eye drops in my eyes. I CAN'T DO IT. When I was a kid, I got eye infections all the time. I'm blaming it on weak genes but honestly, I was just a dirty kid. I hated to wash. Anyway, eye infections. Right. So I used to get eye infections and my doctor would prescribe this nasty, gummy, paste-type medication. I was a scrawny kid and yet it still took both my parents to get that shit in my eyes. One would hold me down on the bed and the other would try to aim the Vaseline-consistency nastiness into my eye. They'd finally succeed and then I'd cry it all out. So we'd start again. I am so traumatised from the experience.
So I'm supposed to tag some people to do this but I kind of hate doing memes. I'm hoping that by not tagging anyone I'm earning some meme karma. Hear that, universe? I'm not tagging anyone.
Do it if you want to, just link back here so I get some credit.
It is just occurring to me that I've already done a Quirky meme. Now I have to think of six additional crazy, erm quirky, things about myself. This will result in me revealing eleven quirky things about myself and then no-one will want to be friends with me because I am so crazy. Gah.
Oh hey, that's my second thing. I worry ALL THE TIME. About the stupidest things. For example, Shawn's brother was dogsitting Stella on Monday because his Mom was going out of town and we were still in Montreal. His brother was also installing our new tv. Sunday night I couldn't sleep because I was convinced that Shawn's brother wouldn't install the new tv properly and it would fall off the wall at the exact time that Stella was walking underneath it and we would come home to a flat-as-a-pancake puppy. I wish I was kidding. I got so worked up and guess what? The tv is still on the wall. Stella is still 3-D. Life is good.
3 - I cannot eat food court meat. I am not a vegetarian. I am not a picky eater. My list of things that I will not eat is pretty short. I am so disgusted by food court meat that I'm pretty sure you could classify it as a phobia. Foodcourtmeataphobia. The thought of food court meat grosses me out beyond comprehension.
4 - I hate it when people can hear me pee. (This doesn't apply at home, where I pee with the door open because I am too lazy to close the door. Eh, I'm married now. Who do I have to impress?) Our office space is a large, open-concept area that encompasses the entire floor of the building. This means that instead of having the bathrooms that are removed from the offices, like on other floors, our bathrooms are right in the middle of the working area. Yes, there are walls but they are flimsy walls and some of the ceiling tiles are missing. Everyone can hear everything that goes on in the office bathrooms. This shouldn't bother me, seeing as I work with eleven men and only one other woman (okay it should bother me, but for different reasons than what I'm talking about right now) but it does. I get performance anxiety. I realise this is completely ridiculous and I can't believe I'm even writing about it. I've got two more quirky things to come up with though, so it stays.
5 - I am generally a pretty decent speller but I have never been able to remember if it's field or feild. I know the "i before e" rule, thank you. It doesn't matter. I type field, it looks silly. I type feild, it doesn't look right. Thank you spellcheck. Without you I'd be spelling it feeld.
6 - I want laser eye surgery but I am too afraid to get it. I have had glasses or contacts since I was twelve years old. That's thirteen long years of not being able to see when I wake up in the morning. Thirteen years worth of contacts, contact solution, glasses, glass cases, etc. The cost of laser eye surgery is nothing compared to the cost of another fifty years of contacts, contact solution, etc. I have the means to get the surgery now. I just don't have the balls to do it. It's not even the surgery or the risk of blindness or anything like that. It's the thought of willingly putting eye drops in my eyes. I CAN'T DO IT. When I was a kid, I got eye infections all the time. I'm blaming it on weak genes but honestly, I was just a dirty kid. I hated to wash. Anyway, eye infections. Right. So I used to get eye infections and my doctor would prescribe this nasty, gummy, paste-type medication. I was a scrawny kid and yet it still took both my parents to get that shit in my eyes. One would hold me down on the bed and the other would try to aim the Vaseline-consistency nastiness into my eye. They'd finally succeed and then I'd cry it all out. So we'd start again. I am so traumatised from the experience.
So I'm supposed to tag some people to do this but I kind of hate doing memes. I'm hoping that by not tagging anyone I'm earning some meme karma. Hear that, universe? I'm not tagging anyone.
Do it if you want to, just link back here so I get some credit.
Friday, 16 May 2008
Deep Six Come To Bare
The lovely Angella (who also has two l's!) from Dutch Blitz tagged me with a “six random things” meme.
1. I am not a cat person. When I was a kid, we had an old cat named Smudgie who used to spend all day sleeping on top of the deep-freeze in our garage. One day (I was about 5 years old and it should be noted that Smudgie was probably about 12 years old so she can't really be blamed for her reaction. Also? I have no memory of whether Smudgie was a girl cat or a boy cat. Strange.) Turtle told me that Smudgie really liked it when people blew in her ear. So I walked up to poor, sleeping Smudgie and blew as hard as I could in her ear. And then experienced the scariest 2 seconds of my life as Smudgie bolted straight up into the air while silmutaneously swiping my head with her claws. So while I can appreciate the cuteness of kitties in pictures, in person I do not love them.
2. I am always tired. I have got sleep issues so I rarely feel well-rested. You know how sometimes you wake up after having a bad sleep and you feel all out of sorts? That's how I feel after a good night's sleep. I feel weird and different and it always takes a few minutes to realize that I feel weird because I'm not mind-numbingly tired. I talk in my sleep, often, and sometimes I sleepwalk. S used to be amused by it but now it's just annoying because it disturbs his sleep. Sometimes, if I'm really stressed, I have seizures in my sleep. S really loves that.
3. I wouldn't say that I'm a big fan of musicals but I have seen my fair share. Cabaret is, by far, the best musical ever written. I have seen it live 4 times. I've seen the movie countless times. I own the Original and New Broadway Cast Recording sountracks. I can sing every single song (in my horrible singing voice) and quote a lot of the dialogue. Go on, test me.
4. I was in a music video. My friend was the director so he put me in it. It involved a lot of standing around looking solemn, which somehow translated into me standing around looking constipated.
5. I have 2 sisters and a brother. Growing up, I was convinced that I was adopted. They all got along really well and I felt like the outsider. My adoption theory was seriously flawed though, as my siblings and I look ridiculously similar. We all have light brown hair and blue eyes and are tall. There are slight differences - Westy is more blonde than brunette, Bow got my Dad's nose while the rest of us were blessed with my Mom's nose, Turtle's hair is a bit darker than the rest of us - but there's no mistaking that we're related (which isn't a bad thing now but caused me immeasurable angst when I was a teenager.)
6. I love peanut butter & pickle sandwiches. There's something about the sweet peanut butter (it can't be healthy, natural peanut butter, it's got to be the sugary sweet stuff) and the tangy pickles (garlic pickles, to be specific) that pleases me to no end.
Right, so now I need to pick 6 people to play. Don't worry, I won't call you an asscock this time if you don't play along: Tiny E, Bing, Trish or Cory, July Bug, Alice and Thomas.
1. I am not a cat person. When I was a kid, we had an old cat named Smudgie who used to spend all day sleeping on top of the deep-freeze in our garage. One day (I was about 5 years old and it should be noted that Smudgie was probably about 12 years old so she can't really be blamed for her reaction. Also? I have no memory of whether Smudgie was a girl cat or a boy cat. Strange.) Turtle told me that Smudgie really liked it when people blew in her ear. So I walked up to poor, sleeping Smudgie and blew as hard as I could in her ear. And then experienced the scariest 2 seconds of my life as Smudgie bolted straight up into the air while silmutaneously swiping my head with her claws. So while I can appreciate the cuteness of kitties in pictures, in person I do not love them.
2. I am always tired. I have got sleep issues so I rarely feel well-rested. You know how sometimes you wake up after having a bad sleep and you feel all out of sorts? That's how I feel after a good night's sleep. I feel weird and different and it always takes a few minutes to realize that I feel weird because I'm not mind-numbingly tired. I talk in my sleep, often, and sometimes I sleepwalk. S used to be amused by it but now it's just annoying because it disturbs his sleep. Sometimes, if I'm really stressed, I have seizures in my sleep. S really loves that.
3. I wouldn't say that I'm a big fan of musicals but I have seen my fair share. Cabaret is, by far, the best musical ever written. I have seen it live 4 times. I've seen the movie countless times. I own the Original and New Broadway Cast Recording sountracks. I can sing every single song (in my horrible singing voice) and quote a lot of the dialogue. Go on, test me.
4. I was in a music video. My friend was the director so he put me in it. It involved a lot of standing around looking solemn, which somehow translated into me standing around looking constipated.
5. I have 2 sisters and a brother. Growing up, I was convinced that I was adopted. They all got along really well and I felt like the outsider. My adoption theory was seriously flawed though, as my siblings and I look ridiculously similar. We all have light brown hair and blue eyes and are tall. There are slight differences - Westy is more blonde than brunette, Bow got my Dad's nose while the rest of us were blessed with my Mom's nose, Turtle's hair is a bit darker than the rest of us - but there's no mistaking that we're related (which isn't a bad thing now but caused me immeasurable angst when I was a teenager.)
6. I love peanut butter & pickle sandwiches. There's something about the sweet peanut butter (it can't be healthy, natural peanut butter, it's got to be the sugary sweet stuff) and the tangy pickles (garlic pickles, to be specific) that pleases me to no end.
Right, so now I need to pick 6 people to play. Don't worry, I won't call you an asscock this time if you don't play along: Tiny E, Bing, Trish or Cory, July Bug, Alice and Thomas.
Friday, 11 April 2008
Gloomy Moods And Inspiration We're A Funny Combination Me And I
Tiny E tagged me with my very first meme.
1. What prompted you to start blogging?
I read a lot of blogs. For a long time I was a lurker. Then I started commenting. Finally I just felt a bit creepy, following this community but not contributing to it. So I started my own blog. I got engaged, turned 25 and bought a condo all within a few short months and I decided that it was the perfect time to start documenting it all. I've never been good at keeping a journal - I wanted to see if I could stick with a blog.
Tiny E's reason she started blogging is much more interesting that mine.
2. Have you ever been the victim of a crime?
My debit card information was stolen by one of those sketchy stand-alone atm's that you can find in bars. My chequeing account was drained but luckily I got all my money back. My boyfriend at the time worked for my bank and he got some higher-ups to expedite the process. Now I'm a freak about only using actual bank atm's.
3. Have you ever witnessed someone else being the victim of a crime?
I don't think so.
4. What is your favorite color? Why?
I can't choose a favourite colour. I'm a big fan of dark blue and light green but I also love red and plum and ... I can't choose. Don't make me.
5. What talent or skill would you most like to have, that you feel you don't have?
I would love to be able to sing. I love music. I love singing. I do not love the evil looks I get when I sing. My singing has been likened to cats dying. I wish I was joking.
6. If you could go back and do one thing over in your life, what would it be? Would you make a change, or do everything exactly the same?
I would go back to the year I graduated highschool and (try to) slap some sense into my 17-year old self. I would go to university straight from highschool instead of being all "I want to travel. I want to work. I want a taste of the real world." I travelled. I work. Doing university by correspondence while holding down a full-time job sucks.
7. What do you consider your most attractive asset? (Hair, legs, smile, etc.)
I'm going to go with my smile.
8. When do you feel the most vulnerable?
When I'm tired. I am tired a lot because I'm a crappy sleeper. It makes my brain slow and I feel like I can't function. It's not a happy feeling.
9. If you were a rap star, what would your stage name be?
I've been stuck on this question for about 10 minutes now. I'm going to have to say that I don't know. There's too much pressure. Suggestions welcome.
10. What is your favorite curse word?
My current favourite is 'asscock' (a noun best used in conjugtion with extreme road rage. Must include fist shaking.)
Use it in a sentence and tag five other bloggers you'd like to answer the same questions:
Hey Over-Thinker, Life in the Left Lane, Barefoot in the Country, Sharon's Space and Wanderings, don't be asscocks. Do this meme. Love Hillary
1. What prompted you to start blogging?
I read a lot of blogs. For a long time I was a lurker. Then I started commenting. Finally I just felt a bit creepy, following this community but not contributing to it. So I started my own blog. I got engaged, turned 25 and bought a condo all within a few short months and I decided that it was the perfect time to start documenting it all. I've never been good at keeping a journal - I wanted to see if I could stick with a blog.
Tiny E's reason she started blogging is much more interesting that mine.
2. Have you ever been the victim of a crime?
My debit card information was stolen by one of those sketchy stand-alone atm's that you can find in bars. My chequeing account was drained but luckily I got all my money back. My boyfriend at the time worked for my bank and he got some higher-ups to expedite the process. Now I'm a freak about only using actual bank atm's.
3. Have you ever witnessed someone else being the victim of a crime?
I don't think so.
4. What is your favorite color? Why?
I can't choose a favourite colour. I'm a big fan of dark blue and light green but I also love red and plum and ... I can't choose. Don't make me.
5. What talent or skill would you most like to have, that you feel you don't have?
I would love to be able to sing. I love music. I love singing. I do not love the evil looks I get when I sing. My singing has been likened to cats dying. I wish I was joking.
6. If you could go back and do one thing over in your life, what would it be? Would you make a change, or do everything exactly the same?
I would go back to the year I graduated highschool and (try to) slap some sense into my 17-year old self. I would go to university straight from highschool instead of being all "I want to travel. I want to work. I want a taste of the real world." I travelled. I work. Doing university by correspondence while holding down a full-time job sucks.
7. What do you consider your most attractive asset? (Hair, legs, smile, etc.)
I'm going to go with my smile.
8. When do you feel the most vulnerable?
When I'm tired. I am tired a lot because I'm a crappy sleeper. It makes my brain slow and I feel like I can't function. It's not a happy feeling.
9. If you were a rap star, what would your stage name be?
I've been stuck on this question for about 10 minutes now. I'm going to have to say that I don't know. There's too much pressure. Suggestions welcome.
10. What is your favorite curse word?
My current favourite is 'asscock' (a noun best used in conjugtion with extreme road rage. Must include fist shaking.)
Use it in a sentence and tag five other bloggers you'd like to answer the same questions:
Hey Over-Thinker, Life in the Left Lane, Barefoot in the Country, Sharon's Space and Wanderings, don't be asscocks. Do this meme. Love Hillary
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