Guten Tag

i survived my first german class last night. nothing too exciting, except for the note i wrote to anika during it. however, i can now say "wie ist ihr name?" and "ich heisze jane." I KNOW! isn't it great?! i could practically move to germany now. except that i wouldn't last very long. everytime someone speaks german, it sounds like they are angry. and i can't handle it when people are ugly. speaking of which...

some bozo told me that it was completely unrealistic for me to think that i could find a husband who wouldn't yell at me. my dad, who is pretty much the most fantastic boy ever, never yells. i mean, of course he gets angry sometimes, but he doesn't raise his voice. i promise you, i have never heard my dad get ticked off and yell at anyone. ever. (and i must confess that i was not always the most delightful child on the block). therefore, it frightens me when people start arguing and yelling at each other. it's so mean. just stop!

autumn-schmotem

i've been going over several of the blogs that i am creepily obsessed with checking (nikol's and kristy's in this particular instance) and there is a definite recurring theme of a great appreciation for fall. i'm not sure how i feel about this.

i mean, of course, there are great things about every season, but in general, fall sucks.

it means no more boating for six months, putting away all my cute summer clothes, having to get up when it's still dark, not being able to play outside at night or go swimming at the lake, having regularly scheduled bad hair days due to the rain, dealing with coldness (i hate being cold!), no more camping adventures and i don't even get to go back to school anymore! *hmph!* so, you can see dear friends, why autumn is so sad.

now, i don't want to be a debbie-downer (sorry to all you happy debs out there), so i will admit that i am frequently in awe of the beauty and splendor of nature at this time of year. in fact, we were at Williams Park yesterday (my favourite park in the whole history of the earth) and it was incredibly stunning.

AND... there is the extremely exciting point that Christmas is on it's way. dklsamjfo;wiaejf lskdf ;laksdfm`lskdf!!!! only 90 sleeps left. *sigh* i guess life has a way of balancing things out pretty good.

WHIFF!

WooHoo, It's Finally Friday!!

Here are seven reasons why today is going to be great (in no particular order):
1) I did laundry this morning = clean clothes for the weekend
2) I'm going to get my hair done today. and i have the most fabulous hairdresser EVER
3) I get paid on the 25th, which happens to be a Sunday this month = getting paid TODAY
4) I have plans to play with anika and mouse tonight = fun and exciting scandals
5) My daddy is out of the hospital and getting better. yay dad!
6) This weekend is going to be hot and sunny
7) We have tickets to watch LLL at Bard on the Beach tomorrow

Then and now...

Well, here's the then.
And now for the now:


lol.
some people only grow out of diapers.
but the truly great ones even grow out of using toilets!

Dear Anika,

The post that magically appeared on my blog today is not true. Any reference to real or imagined characters or places is purely coincidental. Please disregard the whole post.

Sincerely,
Your Spic-n-Span Roomie

p.s. please also refrain from sniffing in the stairway.

stupid cooler

i've decided to ask my aunt to let me borrow her carpet cleaner. (good thing she owns one, that evil cat makes such a mess). hopefully she will say yes, since i did look after her disgusting pet for almost a month. (although, i must admit she brought me back a lovely fridge magnet to compensate).

why do i need the carpet cleaner, you might ask. well, let me tell you. it's not because the whole carpet needs it, noooo. in fact, we just cleaned the carpets during the summer. however, someone in our beloved household... okay! fine! it was me!!... decided it would be a good idea to drag an icky cooler up the stairs. now, in my defense, i was wearing my work clothes and didn't want to get them dirty because i was running out the door to meet my boss. but i needed to hide the cooler until we could clean it out because the alleged owners of the aforementioned cooler were stopping by that evening. (no! of course there wasn't moldy disgusting crap in it from camping last month! who said that! don't be redic!!) for some strange reason, the cooler decided to pee out its somewhat fermented juices all the way up the stairs as i dragged it to safety. i, of course, didn't notice until i was walking back down the stairs and got my sock wet. *shudder*

sadly, i didn't have time to clean it up because i was now late for my meeting with my boss. luckily, we have dark brown carpet on our stairs (everybody should have dark brown carpet wherever possible!). so, now, i have to borrow my aunt's carpet cleaner before somebody notices the smelly steps. (and before my roommate reads this.)

WIIFY

this, my friends, is not a word verification test. it's simply the opposite of TGIF. specifically, "why isn't it friday yet." this acronym is much more functional than TGIF, as it can be used on every other day, besides Friday. (Although recommended use would be reserved for Mon-Thurs). well, at least it's time to go home. by, sm, see yo in cinq!

lost

i'd just like to say that the show "lost" is a boring soap-opera for boys. this supports my theory (which is really no longer a theory and has moved into the 'fact' catergory) that all boys like chick-flicks. it's true! i kid you not. they may pretend to fall asleep during pride and prejudice and other modern masterpieces, but secretly they like it.

this weekend i ate varenyky for the first time. (it's an icky version of delicious perogies). now, at the risk of being fired (i work for mennonites), i have to admit that i could not eat more than a couple. i honestly tried. the farmer sausage was, of course, very scrumptious, but i was criticized for peeling it. QUEENS do not eat sausage skin! all in all, it was good times, but next time i'm buying factory made perogies from wal-mart. mmmm-mmmmm.

rita's wisdom

getting married may very well be the most terrifying thing you will ever do.
however... pretty soon the majority of your single friends (who are fantastic at dropping-everything-to-come-and-play) will probably give in and tie the knot, leaving you lonely and somewhat sad. So it just might be worth it.
hmmmmm...

all i have to say...

...is that Dr.Phil's wife thinks he's hot.

A Good Time Was Had By All

as many of you know (especially those who visit my fabulous soulmate's blog), i had a super-fantastic-amazing weekend!! we went to a birthday party on friday night (HB andy!!), which, i must confess i had to be coerced into going to-- i was tired! but it ended up being a very fun and exciting time. i will add to ani's array of photos the following:




as you can see above, a) beautiful soulmates, b) jude, dancer extraordinaire, c) "anika said WHAT?!"

Family Fun

I had a fun and exciting time driving to Saskatchewan with the fam (ma, pa, 2 sis, 1 nephew and myself in my parents van). However, along with all that fun, there were a few lessons learned along the way. They include:

Never let on that your propensity for motion sickness has declined-- you WILL be stuck in the very back of the van for the whole trip to make up for the years that you got to ride in the front the whole way!

Do not try to understand why grandma wants you to sleep on the hard floor in the basement when there are 2 perfectly good beds upstairs-- obviously it's because grandpa likes to take a nap on one of them every afternoon. duh!

When i get married (although, i must admit, i have fallen out of the idea of falling in love), do NOT ever schedule more than two consecutive days of 'quality time' with the in-laws.

After all my kids leave home, they won't be allowed to come on holidays with me. (Thanks moms and pops, i think you guys are fantastic).

Be careful who you marry, lest watching the news for 4 hrs a night becomes your only entertainment.

Always be kind and respectful to your husband, lest your granchildren think that you are a nag.

Buying six 2L cartons of milk is more expensive and takes up more room than three 4L jugs, but it's still the 'right' way of doing things.

Grandma does not want any pictures of you, unless anybody that she doesn't know gets chopped out of it first.

The Old Spaghetti Factory is the best possible place to stop for food.

'Giving it time' for my anger toward the evil waitress at BP to pass does not work-- next time, take immediate action to ruin her day and also take the air out of her tires before you leave. (If it's not possible to find out which vehicle is hers, don't take any chances!, flatten all the tires in the parking lot). You won't regret it.

Seven Things ...

Seven things I plan to do before I die:
1. Drive (own) a mini van. And a VW Jetta.
2. Fall madly in love with someone who is practically perfect in almost every way (but who is not Mary Poppins).
3. Speak at least three languages.
4. Work in an LDC and put my international studies degree to use.
5. Travel. I’ve been to 12 countries, but I’m still missing out on four continents.
6. Learn to forgive.
7. Be debt free.

Seven things I can do:
1. Whistle really loud—with one hand instead of two.
2. Click my nails on my teeth and snap my gum to drive everyone crazy.
3. Harmonize Joy to the World, whistling with my sister.
4. Argue with people until they give in. (A talent generally reserved for when my client's are denied necessary services).
5. Unstick my tongue from a frozen metal pole.
6. Enjoy eating popcorn while watching gory violence on the big screen.
7. Laugh until my entire being aches, regularly.

Seven things I can't do:
1. Eat spicy food.
2. Play a musical instrument (besides the ukelele).
3. Sing on key.
4. Cheat successfully (i.e., without getting caught).
5. Understand boys.
6. Stop laughing at something that strikes me as hilarious, even if it's really inappropriate timing (i.e., idis class, church services, board meetings, etc.).
7. Be patient with eejits.

Seven things I'm attracted to in the opposite sex:
1. Hands.
2. Arms.
3. Eyes.
4. Dark hair. (sorry, but albinos scare me).
5. Gernerosity.
6. Discipline and motivation.
7. A passion for God and his creation.

Seven celebrity crushes:
1. Bono
2. Clive Owen, Colin Firth
3. Jason Stratham
4. Michael Vartan, Matthew McConaghey
5. Orlando Bloom
6. Paul Bettany
7. Tim McGraw

Seven people to take this quiz:
gaaaah! everyone i know well enough to harass has already been tagged. feel free to tag yourself, lest the seven things list dies in my blog. (i have no desire to have a post grave yard here, folks!)