Friday, February 26, 2010

Five Question Friday

My Little Life
1. Do you sing karaoke? If so, what is your go-to song?

Yes. After a few drinks (okay, many) I can usually be persuaded to belt out a song. In the past, I've dueted (did I just invent a new word there?) for such classics as Time of My Life (from Dirty Dancing, though Christine pretty much carried that song) and there was one song I did with Connelly at that New Years Eve party but for the life of me I can't remember which song we did! Bonus points for whoever can remember it. I was a tad bit tee-rashed that night so no wonder I can't remember. But anyway, my go-to song is always, always Cover of the Rolling Stone by Dr Hook.

2. What is your favorite coffee drink?

Strong black coffee with a spoonful of fat-free french vanilla, mmm-mmm-mmm.

3. If you could choose your own name, what would it be?

I like my name. Wouldn't change it.

4. Were you ever bullied?

No. I got along with pretty much everyone in school and was able to fit in with all the different cliques. Even if I didn't, or shouldn't, technically 'belong' in a group (like the jocks, considering I was allergic to sports and exercise) I was friends with everyone. Because of this I was actually able to curb some of the bullying that went on, I was kind of like the peacemaker, the voice of reason. Like, if I can be friends with you, and also friends with you, then why can't we all just get along? lol

Though I do remember one time in grade five when David Goodey called me 'chubby' in front of the group and I wanted to die. And make him die.

5. How often do you eat fast food?

We actually don't eat a lot of fast food. Maybe once a month, and that's only if we have to be somewhere for hockey and I don't have time to cook supper or lunch beforehand. Oh, wait... does 'arena' food count as fast food?

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Damn you chocolate cake! DAMN YOU


No, but it will make you gain 5 lbs in a week. Damn chocolate birthday cake, damn you for being so delicious and chocolatey, with your addictive fudgey icing.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I'm boring

Long time no blog, I know. I can't even use the excuse that I've been so busy, because I haven't. Not really, no more than usual. I guess I'm just going through a patch of "same old, same old", you know? Even when something potentially blog-worthy does occur, I'm just kind of like 'meh' about it. I am so sick and tired of winter and the cold and the day-to-day blah of my life. C'mon springtime!!

Oh, one exciting thing to blog about: I shampooed my disgusting nightmare of a carpet and, wonder of wonders, it actually came clean! Berber carpet is a bitch, lemme tell you. But for once, the steam cleaner came through and did a heck of a job! I borrowed mom's new steamer, she hates its guts, so she's giving it to me when she buys a new one. Yay!!

Friday, February 5, 2010

My little darling, pt 2

Lena and I were going through my jewelry box the other day, looking at all the pretty rings and "jewels" and chains, the little earrings and whatnot. She decided that I should wear what we call my "wedding earrings" -- dangly sparklers that I bought specifically for my wedding but in the rush and bustle of the big day, ended up forgetting at home along with the matching necklace. She absolutely loves to hear me tell that story for some reason, haha.

As I was putting the earrings on, she patted me on the shoulder and was being quite sympathetic about that situation: "Don't worry Mom, you can wear them at your next wedding, once you get rid of that guy." [The last part said with the attitude and tone of voice like she was sipping cosmos with Carrie and Samantha or something. The things kids pick up on!]

Um, pardon? I looked at her, "I'm married to your daddy."

"Uh, yeah, I know that," like, DUH, "but I mean for your next wedding."

Sure babygirl. Not quite clear on the whole institution-of-marriage concept yet, I guess. LOL

My little darling

My darling Lenagirl has just been killing me with kindness lately...

"Wow Mom, you ARE getting skinny because that shirt is loose, but it used to be REALLY tight!"

(sitting behind me in the big easy-chair) "You're losing weight Mom because now I have lots of room to sit here!"

"Hey, I can get my arms all the way around you now!"

(as I'm working out) "Your legs are hardly jiggling at all!"

"Now there's just a little bit of fat left on your arms, right?"

(after I showed her my 'skinny' clothes in a bin in my closet) "Pretty soon you can fit your whole body in those special jeans and not just one leg, right Mom?"

"Boy, it sure must be hard to do that workout. Your face is really red. And kinda sweaty. Good thing you have a headband on to catch all that sweat!"

"When you get skinny Mom, you can get nice panties like me and not all those big ones like in your drawer, right?"