Penguins are cute!

I went to see March of the Penguins last night. What a great movie. Those penguins are pretty darn impressive. Although, having been in close proximity to penguins while I was in South Africa, pretty darn smelly. They have to march over 70 miles to find a mate, have a little penguin, keep it and themselves alive, all in the freezing cold of Antartica. If you haven't seen it, you definitely should.

Martinis, bad!

You know when you go to a function and they have those little tiny, plastic wine glasses? Well, if you drink about 82 little tiny plastic wine glasses full of wine, you get just as drunk as when you drink out of big glasses. Who knew?

I had a family function on Saturday night. So of course I made Christine come with me (I do not like to suffer alone) so we could go out somewhere after. She came to meet me and then we went to 42nd Street and drank a lot of martinis. First I had a couple of raspberry ones and then we started drinking these martinis that tasted just like vanilla cake mix, but with grated chocolate on top. So very good. I am not sure how many martinis we actually drank, but combined with the 82 tiny glasses of wine, I am sure you can guess what kind of a state I was in. The problem with sitting at 42nd Street drinking martinis is that they don't really hit you while you are sitting. It is not until you are up and moving around that you realize you might not be sober any more.

So we left the bar, and we go outside and I say to Christine, "You know, I think I could probably drive the couple of blocks to my place." And Christine, with great self-restraint, does not punch me, but says instead, "Are you out of your mind! Do you realize how much you just had to drink?" And then it hit me. Holy crap, I am very, very drunk and possibly not able to walk, let alone drive home. And then I fell down. So, sorry Christine. Thanks for not drinking 82 tiny glasses of wine before the martinis and being much more sensible than I was.

And then I went home and called people, people who really should not have been called at 3 am, or ever actually. Fortunately, most were not at home. Unfortunately, some were.

My new toy!

I am writing this post from home on my new laptop! I haven't had a working computer at home for a while, so I have been doing all my computing either at work (on my breaks of course) or at my parents. So it is quite a treat to be able to post from home. And next week, I will be in geek heaven as all the toys that I bought to with the laptop arrive, like a docking station, wireless router (so I can post from my bed), and maybe an Ipod. Fun!

My Favorite Place

My favorite place for online shopping, besides Ebay of course, is
Bookcloseouts. This is my favorite because they have BOOKS! Lots and lots of books, cheap! Last week I ordered 15 books and it came to around $42.00, including the shipping. They also have a great wish list feature that lets you put in the books you want and they will email you when they get copies in. Books, yay!

Here's a story...

I used to date this guy for a couple of years, and then he went away for a couple of weeks, and when he got back from his trip did not come and see me, his girlfriend of a couple of years, for several days. Or even call to say hi. Because he was really tired and was sleeping. For several days. And then we weren't dating anymore because I just felt like I wasn't a priority for him, since, you know, I rated somewhere below napping.

Then he married a dumb girl with really big boobs. Then they got divorced (Hahahaha. Oh, was that mean?). So I run into him in the mall one day last week and we chat for a while, and he says, Give me your number and we'll have coffee and catch up sometime." So I do. I know, stupid, but I really thought it would be one of those things that people suggest doing but never in a million years actually do. Wrong. He has since called three times. And left three messages. I told my Mom that he called and she said, "Remember the last time he suggest coffee? You told him when hell froze over. Well, it hasn't frozen over yet."

So then yesterday morning he called. At 7:15 am. In the morning. When I was sleeping. To chat. Why, for the love of God would he call me in the morning? Anyone who knows me for longer than about 10 minutes knows that I am not a morning person. Not even in the most delusional mind can I be considered the kind of person that you would call at 7:15 am, to chat. I hate the morning. The morning interrupts my sleeping and I love my sleeping. Normally, I would have been awake for ages by this time, since Desoto likes to wake me up to go for a walk very early, but I had worked really late the night before so I decided to sleep in and walk Desoto later. But even if I had been up for hours, I still don't want to talk to anyone. Some days I don't want to talk to anyone until noon and I have had 2 pots of coffee. Apparently, the years we dated, when I was even less of a morning person that I am now, have all been erased from his mind.

So I was quite rude on the phone. You think that he would have gotten a clue, but no. He called last night to apologize for waking me up.

Town Skunks

So far this summer, Desoto and I have been sprayed one time. Can we all please cross our fingers that it will be the only time. The dog, he does love the skunks. Idiot.

I can't sleep

I am averaging about 2 - 3 hours a night and I am starting to get cranky. I can fall asleep no problem, I just can't stay asleep. At around 4 am every morning, I wake up and there is no more sleep to be had. Desoto, of course, thinks that because I am awake it is time to go for a walk, so he stands beside the bed and alternates between excited panting and whining. You would think that I would just give in and get out of bed, since I know I will not be sleeping any more, but no, I refuse to give up hope and I lie there, tossing and turning, getting more and more pissed off that I cannot go back to sleep. Getting up would mean that the no sleep wins, even though it does. This also means that I am late for work every morning because I will try to sleep until the very last possible second, even though I know it is pointless. I am sure there is a life lesson here that I just refuse to learn.

My boys! 

Mikey turns 3 years old! 

Angels with dirty faces. My other nephew, Marty. 

My nephew, Mikey, the artist. 

Townie

Desoto and I encountered outr first town skunk last night. As we are 0 for 2 against the Stratford skunks, I am not expecting us to fare any better against the Charlottetown skunks, so I am on constant high alert when we walk at night. Luckily, I saw the skunk an instant before Desoto did, so I managed to get a good grip and brace myself. The head went up and you could just hear the thought process "A kitty! I love kitties! Must chase the kitty!" In my head, Desoto sounds like Forest Gump (Jennie!), but after a short tug-of-war, I won. Although I did get a few dirty looks as we walked along after (mean Mommy).

I finally got myself a pair of Crocs, and now I am never taking them off. So comfortable. And so ugly.

Wedding Crashers

Christine and I went to see Wedding Crashers the other night, and it is one of the funniest movies I have seen in a very long time! I laughed so hard there was snorting. Christine was laughing so hard at one point that I leaned over to tell her to take a breath, or I was scared she would have an aneurysm. Very, very funny. I have always loved Owen Wilson (the Butterscotch Stallion), but now after seeing Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which he totally steals, and this movie, Vince Vaughn is my new favorite.

A friend of mine says that her fantasy is Vince Vaughn in bed with her and Owen Wilson standing beside the bed entertaining her.

"Lock it up. No, you lock it up" is repeated endlessly at my work now.

Guess what I bought....

A ROOMBA!!!

The floors, they will be clean. Unless Desoto eats it.

Except now they have a Scooba, which sounds even cooler. Dammit.

Desoto is a genius

So it has been fairly warm lately, which I would normally love except for 2 things. My office is not air-conditioned (it averages about 28 - 29 degrees), and neither is my house. The house not being air-conditioned isn't so bad for me, but Desoto is suffering. He is built for cold weather, not hot, so he mostly lies around, panting big puddles of drool onto my hardwood floor. I take him to the beach to swim lots (he loves the beach) or take him to my parents to play in the hose, which he also enjoys. During the night, he will wake me up frequently so he can go outside and lie in the dirt under the deck to cool off. I don't have a hose, due to no outside faucet, so I was trying to come up with a way to cool him off, mostly so I could get some sleep, so I decided to put him in the bathtub and run the cold shower over him. This was a great idea! I am a genius too! Desoto loves the shower. Except now he wakes me up all the time and then goes and stands in the bathtub, waiting for me to turn the shower on.

The other night, I was sound asleep and Scott, my roommate came home. He went into the bathroom, to do whatever, when he heard this odd noise (Desoto makes a strange snuffling, grunting, wild animal sounding breathing noise sometimes). After recovering from the fright induced, almost heart attack, he turned around to find Desoto standing in the bathtub, waiting for someone to turn on the water.

When Scott told me this the next day, after I stopped laughing (sympathy being in short supply in my house) I asked him if he had turned the water on. After looking at me like I was insane, and asking why he would want to do that, I explained my genius idea. Scott didn't exactly say that he thought I was, indeed, a genius, but he did say that he had been wondering why the bathroom floor was always wet lately.

Boring

I haven't been posting lately, mostly because I have been busy with the work and the work, and haven't been doing anything worth talking about. I went to a movie, went out for dinner, had some drinks, went to the beach, walked the dog, and that about covers it. Liane says I am so boring she is not going to read my blog anymore. At least I post more than Jennifer.

Other than that, I have been reading all aboutTom Cruise and Kate (she is apparently too grown up for Katie) Holmes and waiting for someone to stage an intervention, kidnap and deprogram Miss Holmes. I think the Vatican should do it, since she used to be Catholic, and if the Pope thinks Harry Potter is bad, he should really take a stance on TomKat. Now, don't get me wrong, I love the Tom, but I love him more when he does not talk. I fully realize that he is as crazy as a bag of hammers, but when he is not talking, at least he is pretty.

Nothing to say

Since I have had nothing to say to you recently ( I don't really have an excuse, so feel free to supply one) I thought I would link to a very funny post about Ikea. I love Ikea, although we don't have one any where near me so I don't get to shop there very often. And this week is the semi-annual sale. So feel the Ikea love vicariously through her post.

Scary trend or just stupidity?

I have seen a couple of alarming trends lately. People wearing pajama pants as clothes drives me nuts. And not just teenagers, but adults. Big fat men and mothers with kids at the grocery store. They are not clothes, they are pajamas. Stop being so goddamn lazy and put on a pair of jeans. I swear, it doesn't take that much energy.

The other one is women wearing black bras under white shirts. Same thing as with the pajamas - bras are underwear, not clothes. You wear one under your clothes to hold up your boobs. I don't want to see your bra. Either wear a non-white shirt or buy a nude bra. Especially if you are 45 and wear an industrial strength one an inch thick, please cover that up.

I was complaining about this to Liane the other day, and she told me that when she picked up her daughter at school one day, two girls came out of the school wearing pajama pants under skirts. What kind of stupidity is this! Wear pants - preferably not pajamas, OR wear a skirt, not both.

TV Overload

I am soon going to have to have the television remote pried from my hand. There has been too much good tv on lately and my time in front of the tube is getting out of hand. With all of the season finalies on and the white trash extravaganza that is Britney & Kevin, I am fearing for my mental health.

I have to confess that I watched the whole hour of Britney & Kevin - I just couldn't tear my eyes away from the nastyness of it all. Then I had to shower, because, ick. They smoke (and not just cigarettes in my opinion - did you see his squinty, red eyes?), they drink, they talk about sex - whatever happened to the sweet little girl who used to be Britney. Not that I was a fan, but the little girls love her. I don't think I would be entirely comfortable letting my little teenybopper watch this show. And that Kevin dude, ick again. Listening to the two of them talk is just painful. They cannot seem to speak in complete, coherent sentances. But, you know what? I will probably watch it again, just because it is so nasty and I can feel superior because she may be rich and famous, but I can speak in whole sentances and I have better skin.

Then there is Lost. I am totally addicted to this show. Although I do now have to watch it by myself, because frankly, I don't want to expose anyone else to the screaming, cursing, drooling (over Sawyer), sometimes crying, and just plain wacko behavior that accompanies me watching this hour of television. Even the dog leaves the room. The only thing that I am not going to love about the trip to Montreal is that I won't get to see the finale until I get back home.

I do love Alias, but now, the whole time I watch the show, I am trying to see how pregnant Jennifer Garner looks. Plus I worry about her and the baby when she does her stunts. Some of them look dangerous. I haven't quite decided if that takes away from my enjoyment of the show or if it adds to it.

One last show I am looking forward to is tonights CSI - written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, who I just love. Two whole hours of "Kill Gil"! I may have to watch this one alone too.

I will be glad when all these shows are done, just so I can get away from my TV for a while. Do they have a Betty Ford for television?

My new Hero

Her Name is Pamela Ribon and she is a writer. Every year she has a book drive to help school get the books they need and this year she has decided to sponsor an area in India that was badly affected by the tsunami. This is the book drive website. You should go there and donate. I did. Then go to her website and read all the emails from people who have donated. Its cool.