Friday, February 26, 2010

Molly & I....

....have been talking about taking a big step together. We've decided we're going to try to get healthy. Healthier. Or not. But we are going to try to walk a little more. Now, when you have as many dogs as we have, walking is just a part of life. But it's something both Molly & I could do without. We're more "loungers" than "walkers". Anyways, so I had this bright idea as Molly and I occupied our usual spots on the couch last night.

Me: "Hey, Molly, we should go for one of those walks that we've been talking about."

Molly (while looking really unimpressed): "Um, Are you nuts?"

Me: "Come on! It'll be fun! It's snowing out!"

Molly: "I wonder if I ignore you, eventually you'll just leave me alone."

Me: "Seriously! Let's go! What better time to start getting healthy than right now?! We can motivate & support each other. We'll make it a team effort!!"

Molly: "You know what? I'm pretty tired. *YAAAWWWWNNNN* Why don't you go ahead without me? I'm just gonna have a little nap."

Finally, I convinced her. We decided to start slow. Just a brisk walk around the block. We weren't even gone 5 minutes. Molly collapsed on the couch as soon as we got in the door.

Don't tell her I said this, but she really needs to work on her endurance.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Too Much Information?

I had a physical booked for yesterday. Everyone's favourite pastime, I know. I had to psyche myself up all week for it, or risk becoming overcome by terror and cancelling. I figured better to get it over with right?

Do you know I had two people wish me "good luck" before going to my appointment. Is this really appropriate? "Good luck", as in there is some sort of prize to be won? Or maybe as if I'm competing with others for a title (don't even ask what title could be awarded at the end of a physical. I came up with some good ones in my head. I won't share them here.)

Prizes might make the whole ordeal a little more tolerable though. Remember when you used to go to the dentist and they would send you away with a new toothbrush? Just think what sort of fun things they could give you after this appointment.

It's official!

No, I'm not engaged. Or pregnant.

I'm going on holidays! Ok, not for another 3 months. I don't even have my flight booked yet. But I have my time booked off from work. It's a small step, but an important one. It makes it official. We have chosen a date!

I'm going back to California. For a week. And this time my friend Jenn is going to come with me. I'm so excited to have someone to share this trip with me. And excited to share with another woman the magical thinning powers of a wetsuit.

Even if she is a skinny bitch! :)

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I'm pretty sure.... Grandpa does not read any of the email messages he gets, he just forwards them along in a mass email to all his contacts.

Why would I ever get that crazy notion you ask? Let's have a look at the email I just received, shall we?

I rest my case.

I've been such a downer....

.....these past couple of days. I've been tired and depressed and anxious. A co-worker suggested I might want to stop drinking Pepsi for a couple days as the caffeine certainly would not help my nerves. He suggested beer might have more of the desired calming effect.

Now I just need to find a doctor that can prescribe me beer for medicinal use.

I am a couple days late....

....on this. But I wanted to share.

Cesar Millan, all his family and friends, his staff and volunteers, and dog lovers all around the world today will mourn the passing of one of the most loyal, trusting, well-balanced, and influential pit bull ambassadors the world has ever known. Daddy, Cesar's longtime friend and partner in canine rehabilitation, died peacefully surrounded by family on Friday the 19th of February. He was sixteen years old.

He lived each day of those sixteen years happy and fulfilled as Cesar's right-hand-"man," helping to shape the behavior of entire generations of dogs by showing them the way to balance. He stood as champion for calm-submissive pit bulls everywhere, and was instrumental in helping to repair their image as violent, savage, uncontrollable beasts. He successfully battled cancer and weathered chemotherapy, and even got the opportunity to present at the 56th Annual Creative Arts Emmy Awards!

His name is now added to that honorable roster of dogs gone by whose influence is still felt today, and which includes some of Cesar's beloved childhood heroes: "Rin-Tin-Tin." "Lassie." ... "Daddy."

He has been immortalized by Dog Whisperer fans in all mediums, from painting, to photographs, to charcoal drawings and papier-mâché sculpture. And, of course, he lives on in his work, reflected in the balance and calm-submission of his protégé Junior, the countless animals to whom he was a positive role model, and in the hearts and minds of everyone who knew him as a calm, sweet, and mellow example of a widely misunderstood breed.

I am completely.....

.....incapable of accepting change with any amount of dignity or maturity whatsoever. I am just ill equipped to handle anything new.

I gave my notice at the Pub this past weekend. And it broke my heart. I know, no one will fully understand. Everyone thinks I should be happy - I'll only have to work one job from now on. And I can get more than 3 hours of sleep a night. I can have my weekends to myself. And not have to deal with the nonsense that sometimes accompanies any bartending job. But it's more than that. That place has been a second home for me since shortly after I moved to this town. It's been a part of my social and personal life for the last 7 years. The regulars are like family. And the other girls are even more like family. We fight like sisters. Worse than sisters even because we've all got such attitude problems (myself included. And I use the term "attitude problems" affectionately!). But at the same time I would trust any of them to back me under the toughest of circumstances.

When our "mom"/manager gave her notice a few weeks ago I knew from then on everything would be different. Not necessarily worse, because I don't know what is going to happen. Just different. And I'm a giant wuss. I've had severe anxiety for the last 2 days. My stomache is in knots. Certainly not the weight-off-my-shoulders- feeling I thought I was going to experience after I handed in my notice. I'm worried about how things may change even more. I'm worried about missing out on the fun. I'm worried that after years of having to give up my weekends to work, I now won't know what to do with myself.

Basically, I've really got to get it together!

Friday, February 19, 2010

I just called home.... check the messages. I rarely do this. It's not like I'm even expecting an important call or anything. I just thought, since I had a few extra minutes, I would check in and see if anyone had called us. It's sad that the thought someone may have called would be a highlight in my otherwise boring day.

One new message! How exciting!

"Hi, it's me."
(Some girl's voice...she sounds sultry)
"Um,I'm not sure when you'll be home."
(Who is this floozy!?)
"Anyways, sexy, I guess just give me a call when you get this, ok? Talk to you soon."
("Sexy"?! Sexy?!?! I swear, when I find out who this woman is, I'm going to knock her teeth out. Not to mention what I'm going to do to the boy! If he thinks for one second that....oh......hold you horses there Jamie.....)

......I just remembered that I called home when I got to work this morning.

Carry on everyone.

I still love Lady Gaga.....

....but I finally figured out who she reminds me of sometimes.

I'm probably an idiot....

.....for finding this so funny. I actually laughed out loud.

I now know how I'm going to be spending my weekend.

Happy Friday everyone!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Once again.....

....eating half a bag of Swedish Berries has proven to be an unwise decision.

I just caught.....

....the tail end of a new story that really grabbed my attention. It was a business story, where the reporter was interviewing the owner of a new Massage Clinic. Direct quote:

"It's got many advantages over most other, more traditional massage parlours. For instance, you don't have to remove your clothes. And you don't get wet either."

I don't know where this lady has been getting her massages up until now but god help her if she normally comes out of a massage sopping wet.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I found the best recipe....

.....and it even turned out the way it was supposed to. I think it did anyways.

I can't remember all the ingredients or the measurements or anything. Or how long you had to cook them for or at what temperature. (I left the recipe at home). But let me say three things:

Cheese. Jalapenos. Bacon.

That's really all you need to know.

To be fair, that photo is not of the actual bites of heaven that I made. But mine looked just as good. Better in fact. Ok, not better. But the woman who took the above photo has a really fancy, expensive camera so mine probably wouldn't have looked this nice even if I had taken a photo. But trust me, they were AMAZING. Now I'm just wiating to be invited to a special event or party so I can impress everyone with my potluck contribution. Hint, hint.



Fine. (*Feigning dissapointment*) I'll just eat all 2 dozen on my own.

While I'm on the topic....

...of The Bachelor, yes, I do realize this is one of the most terrible and contrived shows on tv. But I still watch. Deal with it.

However, let me say upfront, I have no idea why so many girls I know are fawning all over this year's Bachelor, Jake. All over facebook I know girls, who seemed sensible and smart, who keep chattering about how much they love him and how he's the best Bachelor yet. Um, really?

So far, this guys has shown absolutely ZERO personality. He has said nothing charming or funny or remotely witty. Nor has he done anything to indicate he is anything less than a giant schmuck. Now, I know the show and its semi-staged plot lines and the producers are partly to blame. But could they not have found someone with a bit more of an edge? Someone, less, boring & nice? I mean, nice is good, but give me a break. This guy is putting me to sleep.

Let's examine the evidence:

"I'm not looking for the most beautiful girl. I'm looking for the most beautiful heart." - Jake

Ok, Jake, I believe you are not looking for the most beautiful girl. Rumour has it, you end up choosing Vienna. (I'm not ruining anytihng for anyone who's been watching the show. This terribly kept "secret" is all over the internet). Vienna's face is messed up. And those raggedy yellow extensions. Gross. My Barbie's had more realistic looking hair. And other parts for that matter. And don't get me started on her crazy eye.

But you are certainly not looking for the most "beautiful heart" either. Vienna is a dirt bag. Seriously. Girls, if Vienna went to your high school, or if she was a regular at the pub you frequent, or, god forbid, a co-worker of yours, you would want to punch her in the mouth. Let's examine what we know about Vienna.
-Up until recently she worked at Hooters.
-She competes in bikini competitions on weekends (when not scheduled for a shift at Hooters I presume).
-Her mother is, or was, a topless dancer.
-All the other girls despise her.
-She's always walking around with her plastic ta-ta's hanging out.
-She spends way too much time in tanning beds.
-She refers to herself as "Daddy's Little Princess".
-She jokes about how many cars she's wrecked.
-She eloped with a guy her parents had never even met, and then waited until he was deployed to Iraq before emptying his bank account to purchase the aforementioned ta-ta's.

Beautiful heart, my ass.

Secondly, sorry to dissapoint you ladies, but Jake is not a real pilot. Oh sure, he has his pilot's license. But his actual occupation is that of a Limo Rental company owner. Nothing wrong with that, right? But obviously a pilot sounds much more glamourous. Which leads me to another quote, taken directly from Jake on Monday night's episode.

Jake is bragging about how romantic and spontaneous he is. “One Saturday night we’re at dinner, and I could say, ‘You know what? Why don’t we go to the Caymans together’?” Riiiiight. Jake, if we polled your exes how many of them ever got this distinct pleasure. I'm willing to bet zero. Besides, wouldn't you have to book time of from your limo rental company first? Ok......

Furthermore, Jake is just so transparent. I do believe that he truly is, or was, the "Aw Shucks"-good-ole-Southern-gentleman type, all morals and values, like the show tries to portray. But it's all gone out the window with his first taste of trashy, plastic blondes all wanting their 15 minutes of fame. It's too much for him to handle. If he were genuinely looking for a wife, he would choose Tenley, hands down. She is the only one he appears to have anything in common with (other than sexual chemistry. As far as that goes....well, they'd have their whole marriage to work on it, right?)

And don't even get me started on how fake this show is. On Monday's episode Jake is being filmed leaning against a barrier, staring off into the ocean. His date, Gia supposedly "sneaks up" behind him and surprises him. As IF he didn't know she was coming. Why the hell else would he have been wiating in the middle of a path, in a foreign country with camera crew rolling? What a coincidence that she showed up and found you just then! But wait, it gets better...the first words out of Jakes mouth when he recovers from the shock? “I didn’t even know you were coming!”, I guarantee that's not the first or last time Jake's used that line. I'll leave it at that. Too...many.....jokes......

Finally, I liked Gia from what I saw on the show. Sure, she's dumb as a stump and claims to think of herself the "artsy, ugly girl" (was that before or after she did her Maxim spread a few years back I wonder?). But Jake isn't right for her. He just isn't her type. Did you see those shorts she was wearing? You might have missed them due to the fact that they were almost invisible. I thought this show was family friendly. Ok, I didn't. But I almost got to see way more of Gia than I needed to. Ironically, Gia & Jake end their date at a place called "Smuggler's Cove." Insert sexual-innuendo jokes here.

Thi shas nothing to do with Jake, but more to do with the reason why I have a such a love-hate relationship with this show. Ali had to leave teh show last week, or risk losing her job. So she left. On monday night they show her waking up in a hotel room and gazing at two large glossy 8x10 promotional shots of Jake. Really? We're supposed to believe she sleeps with these on her nightstand? They are almost poster-size. And in all the time she spent with Jake, did she neevr bust out a camera? Instead she has to gaze longingly at the staged publicity photos the producers included with her press kit for the show?

Ok, back to the final reason I am completely turned off by Jake....

“I have such a burning desire to get to know her heart.”
"I want someone who is nuturing."
"All 25 women were absolutely amazing. Very high caliber, I mean, from all walks of life. Just incredible journeys, you know."
"Well, being perfect, I think, what a compliment, golly!"
“I am going to let my heart lead.”

BARF. What guy talks like that? A total sleaze ball, that's who.

The sad part is, I already can't wait for next Monday's show.

I received an email....

....from my friend Jenn this morning.

"So what did you end up doing last night? Working, napping?"

Some of you would probably be offended were you to be asked this question. I, on the other hand, know that most of my evenings are consumed by one or the other. Sad, but true. Last night though, I went on out on a limb and tried something new. I neither napped nor worked. I know - crazy.

No, there was something much more exciting awaiting my arrival home from work. In fact, I snuck out 15 minutes early because I had a taped episode of The Bachelor & a plate of nachos calling my name.

Not everyone can handle such an exciting life. It's not for the faint of heart.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Speaking of the pub.... soon as I walked in last night I knew it was going to be an off night. The Family Day holiday meant none of the regulars were there. It was a whole new crowd. Of undesireables. It was bad news. I consecutively cut off 3 seperate groups of people. All before 9 p.m.

As soon as I walked in I just looked down the bar and thought to myself "Oh no way. You are all going to have to go."

Maybe I was just off my game. But I had essentially picked them off one by one, and before I knew it the place had pretty well cleared out by 10.

It was a long night.

If your Valentine's Day....

....didn't go quite as you'd hoped, just remember, things could have always gone worse. Like this guy for instance:

No matter how hard your Valentine's Day sucked, I guarantee he trumps you.

It's been 4 days.....

....since my last posting on here. Which is a long time for me. But I truly had nothing interesting to say. And I still don't. I realized this fact when I was downstairs talking to two co-workers earlier today. Jean asked me what was new. And I realized nothing was.

Then I was reminded of a conversation that took place with a customer at the pub last week.

Customer: "Do you have any hobbies?"
Me: "Not really. I work a lot."
Customer: "Yeah, but you must have a hobby?"
Me: (Annoyed now, as I'm in the middle of a good book)"I read."
Customer: "Pffft! Reading's not a hobby!"
Me: "Well, not for everyone apparently."
Customer: "I mean a real hobby. You don't play an instrument or something?"
Me: "No, no instruments."
Customer: "Well, you should try to find a hobby other than reading. That's boring."

Now, normally working at the Pub is a bit of an ego boost. Some nights I'm pretty sure us girls are the smartest people in the place. But it sure can be a blow to the old self esteem when some schmuck, sippin gon his 8th beer at the bar basically tells you that you need to get a life.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Happy V-Day!

Happy early Valentine's Day everyone!

Ok, that was about as much enthusiasm I could muster up for that. I do nothing for Valentine's Day. I'm not good at coming up with cute, romantic or meaningful gifts at the best of times, let alone when under pressure to do so on a specific day of the year.

I've said to the boy "Ok, so we're not exchanging gifts this Valentine's, right?" And he's promised me we won't. But we also made the same agreement at Christmas, opting instead to buy for his girls and to treat ourselves to a weekend away in Ottawa. But did he stick with the plan? No. Did I? Yes. So I looked like a big old jerk for not getting him anything, especially when he carted out my gift and presented it to me in front of everyone. Ugh, he's so mean. (Just kidding, it was a lovely gift. And very thoughtful.)

Anyways, this Sunday, I might be off the hook. Valentine's Day falls on the same day as the Daytona 500. And I have to host a radio station Daytona 500 party. Nascar? Be still my beating heart. I do not enjoy Nascar. Or car racing in any form come to think of it. And it's takin gplace at the Knights of Columbus Hall. A great facility. But possibly the least romantic place on earth.

The good thing about spending Valentine's Day hosting 150 racing fans as we watch vehicles turn right (left?) for 4 hours? It'll get me off the hook for having to plan anything special for V-day. I'm trying to look on the bright side here.

Despite all this....happy Valentine's Day everyone, however, and with whomever you choose to spend it!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

I had my second.....

.....writing class last night. And I successfully completed my previous week's homework assignment with a couple hours to spare.

I had myself convinced that the reason I waited until the last minute was so that I didn't have the option to go back and change, edit and re-write it all week long. The truth is, I am a gifted procrastinator.

I was the first one to read my homework assigment out loud to the class - I came prepared though. I brought along a box of chocolates to share with the class to offset the possibility of a big, fat FAIL.

If I can coast through by buttering up my teacher & classmates with edible bribes, then I should pass with flying colours.

Note for next week: baked goods.

You know the song....

....."Whaddya Want From Me?" by Adam Lambert? It's one of Molly's favourites. But lately she has been chaging the lyrics to "When Are We Going to Eat?"

Try works perfectly.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I just crossed a big line.....

.....and asked the boy to put the dog on the phone so I could say hello from work.

Somebody punch me.

Getting real mail..... awesome.

Especially when it's from the cutest grandparents in the world.

My dilemna last night....

.....was how I was going to be able to convince my customers at the Pub to allow me to watch a 2-hour episode of The Bachelor instead of the Leafs game. You can see why this would be a big problem, right? I was fully prepared to even buy their beer if they let me watch my show in peace. I was even willing to compromise. I'd flip to the game during commercial breaks so they could keep up to date on the score.

But then, the boy saved the day by offering to tape my show for me. The whole 2-hours of it. Even though it meant he would not be able to watch anything else while it was recording. Even though he cannot stand that show. Even though there is no fighting, swearing, or sporting events on The Bachelor.

Now that is true love.

What happens is Barbados....

.....hopefully stays in Barbados?

I don't know what happened to my mother. But she just came back from a holiday in Barbados and asked me to see if I could track down a cd for her by a musician named Richie Spice.

I did track him down. Much to my dismay. A sample track listing, if you will:

-Getting Harder
-Get Up
-Brown Skin
-Black Like Tar
-All Night Long
-Hardcore Lover
-Moan and Groan


I wish she would just stick with Michael Buble.

Monday, February 8, 2010

It might be time....

....for a haircut.

Customer: "What's the matter with your head?"
Me: "Pardon me?"
Customer (while pointing at my hair): "You know...what's with that? It's all....shiny."
Me: "It's wet. I just got out of the shower."
Customer: "Hm."
Long pause.....
Customer: "You should dry it before going out. You're going to catch a cold."
Me: "You don't understand. People with curly hair can't blow dry."
Customer: "Well, I don't like it."

Now, the pub is a mecca for fashionistas. So you can see why I'm taking this so seriously.

How sad is it.....

....that my whole body is really sore today? After playing a few games of totally non-competitive Snow Volleyball? I'm aching.

The sad part is that is was all for nothing. We lost every game. See those L's above the No-Stars? Those L's stand for LOSS.

I think we only cracked double digits in 2 of our 5 games. We were actually dissapointed to find out that we'd made it into the playoffs. Before you congratulate us, hold your horses....

.....all the teams made it into the playoffs.

It was actually a really nice day. The sun was shining and it was about 10 degrees warmer than it had been the day before. On Saturday, I made the un-wise decision to wear jeans in -20 degree weather. The fly on my pants started to freeze to my stomache. It was burning. I thought I was developing an ulcer. All in the name of fashion.

Holy crap.....

....I actually won! I won the Pub Playoff Pool!!! Now $320 big ones are all mine! (Minus the round of drinks I will buy for the other poolies.)

I'm not going to say "I never win anything", because there are 2 other things I remember winning through my 28 years. One was when I was in grade 2. The other was a few years ago when I split a 50/50 win with my boss at a hockey game.

But this one I really wanted to win. Mostly just to show up all the guys at the pub who didn't want one of the girls to win.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

It's probably frowned upon..... use ones personal blog to beg for money. But considering there is already ample questionable content in this blog, I'm not too worried about it.

Plus, it's for a good cause!

On Saturday, March 10th, I will be taking part in the Polar Bear Dip here in Owen Sound. I will be plunging into the frozen waters of Georgian Bay, along with a few of my co-workers, and the boy as well, in order to raise money to support Ontario Special Olympics.

There are a few ways you can pledge me:

By Mail
Mail cash or cheque (payable to "Special Olympics Ontario") to:
Jamie Johnston
c/o Bayshore Broadcasting
270 9th Street East
Owen Sound, ON
N4K 5P5

In Person
Just track me down or drop it off at Bayshore Broadcasting, in a sealed envelope, labeled "Attention: Jamie Johnston"

You can help support me by making a secure online donation using your credit
card. Click on the link below:


Post-dip I promise to provide photographic evidence that I did in fact take part! While pledges are certainly appreciated, if you cannot donate, please come out to the Bayshore Community Centre on Saturday, March 10th to cheer us on!

Here I am last year, feeling pretty content with myself, PRE-JUMP:

And here I am POST-JUMP. My earlier feeling contentment has suddenly become one of horror.

Thanks in advance for your support!

For more information on how YOU can support the 2010 Polar Bear Dip, please
visit us at

I survived.... first night back "at school".

There was no need to be as nervous as I was. The class was small, the other people are super-nice....some of them are pretty intense and serious about their writing, whereas I, on the other hand, am not. But I think it's going to be a lot of fun. And it'll be good for me to have a reason to leave the house other than one of my two jobs.

We were asked to read some of our stuff out loud which was what I have dreaded from the moment I signed up for ths thing. You would think because I'm in radio and I never shut up that this would be right up my alley. It's not. I usually can't see the people I'm speaking too. And that makes a big difference.

Some of the others did some very intense, personal, emotional pieces. I decided to keep things nice & light. Which I think is going to be my schtick through the entire 8 weeks. Serious, mature, adult material is just not my style.

When my friend Brad found out I was taking a course he immediately asked if I was going back to make up for my miserable academic performance in college (it's truly amazing I was ever able to find gainful employment in my field.) Baby steps, Brad, baby steps.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Karma.... going to kick my ass for this.

Speaking to a co-worker about how tired I am today....

Me: "I wish I had that disease where you just fall asleep randomly, without warning...."
Him: "Narcolepsy."
Me: "That's the one! Then I would have an excuse to nap right now and I wouldn't be able to get in trouble for it."
Him: "Yeah, but narcolepsy isn't a good thing for a radio announcer to have."
Me: "You're right. I shouldn't have even said that. I can't believe I just wished for a disease. As punishment, karma is probably going to inflict me with a completely different, terrible disease."
Him: "Tourettes."
Me: "Also a bad disease for a radio person to have. But they wouldn't be able to fire me for swearing on the air. That would be discrmination based on a medical condition."
Him: "And it would depend what kind of tourettes you have too."
Me: "I mean the good kind, the one that makes you swear."

The fact that this conversation even occured is a perfect example of why I need to get home and sleep.

I am really bummed....

....somehow the season 2 premiere of Rupaul's Drag Race slipped past me. It airs on Mondays, the same night as The Bachelor. I am so torn now. Which do I choose?

They are two of the worst shows on tv but I think the producers of Drag race (RuPaul included) know it's awful. In fact, it plays up it's awfulness. I just loved the "girls" from last season. I truly wished that I could be friends with some of them.

I'm not sure who the front runner is going to be this year. Any guesses?,,20055177_20340490,00.html#20731775

Tonight, I go back to school.....

....ok, not quite. Tonight, I start my 8-week creative writing class. It was one of those things I thought would be really good for me and I was very much looking forward to a month a go when I impulsively sigend up for it. And now that the time has arrived, it's starting to seem like a poor decision. School was never my thing. Elementary school was fine. I got great marks and rarely had to put any effort into anything. Straight A's. And it was even in French! Then there was the whole math thing. The only mathematical equation I know for sure is ME + MATH = TEARS. That is where it all started to go downhill for me. I hated high school. on the other hand, I loved. Too much. During the first week, I fell for the older bad-boy, when he kept our entire field trip bus waiting as he rolled in late and hungover and showed no remorse whatsoever. From there, things went downhill for me, academically speaking. And otherwise.

Anyways, all that to say, that maybe I am unconscioulsy hoping to redeem myself with this course. Wish me luck. I'll let you know tomorrow how it goes.

Monday, February 1, 2010

So the internet....

....was down for about 20 minutes today. And I almost DIED.

I'm better now.

So nothing in particluar to report today. Here's a little rundown:

-Happy Groundhog Eve. Everyone's favourite little albino groundhog makes his prediction tomorrow morning. And I will be there to cover it all.

-I start my writing class on Wednesday night. What have I gotten myself into?

-I had 2 new friend requests on facebook today which also makes me very excited. Only today it was a let down as I realized I didn't know either of the people who had requested me. One, in fact, may have been a made-up person. She was from Russia and I don't know anyone from Russia. Such a buzzkill when that happens.

-We did some work around the house this weekend. We removed a gas fireplace that we haven't use in years. And the reason I removed the fireplace was so that my new couch would fit. ost people would simply buy a new couch. Not I. I instead chose to renovate the room that houses said couch.
Now, let me clarify. I supervised while the boy renovated. But thanks to my supervision, everything came out just dandy. In fact, I worked so hard at supervising, that I decided I needed a little lie down. So then I supervised from the couch.

-I just remembered The Bachelor is on tonight so that brightened my day.

-A thoughtful co-worker heard me ranting about orange & yellow Starburst candy last week (sometimes I have to take a break from solving the world's problems and just vent, you know?). Anyways, I couldn't figure out, since everyone prefers the red & pink Starburst to the yellow & orange - and surely the candy makers must knwo this - why do they not make packages of all red Starburst? Well, turns out all my whining was in vain. They do. And this hawk-eyed young man happened to come across a package of all red Starburst this past weekend.

Ask and you shall onto world peace.......