Terri-Ann, one of my old roomies in Lethbridge, used to call them Mystery Tubes. I have friends in Toronto who call them Street Meat. Whatever you call a wiener or hot dog is completely up to you and your imagination.
Here's the thing: we all have our visions of pigs feet and horse lips in wieners, but they've been a life-saver the last couple of days. I've had an on-going stomach ache for about 3 days now. The first day I was afraid to eat anything. By the second day, I had to eat something. My diet yesterday consisted of hot dogs and pro-biotics yogurt. I can't make this stuff up. And it was actually the first night I went to bed without pains shooting through my stomach all night.
We'll just chalk it up to that whole Mystery Tube thing and leave it at that.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Election Nerves
In 1995, I remember sitting on my living room floor in my house in Moose Jaw that had no furniture. The radio life, don't ask.
It was the referendum on Quebec sovereignty, whether Quebec should seperate to become an independant state, or remain a part of Canada. Do you remember that? I'll never forget it, mostly because the results were so close: 49.44% "Yes" to 50.56% "No". I was honestly scared for the future of our country that night.
I feel those same nerves today on the eve of our election. I sincerely hope we've done a better job at stirring up those apathetic voters and encouraged our youth enough that both will continue to take a vested interest in our country's direction this election and all elections in my lifetime. Here's hoping.
Tia
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I Sure am Social
Do you ever take stock of how much social media activity you have under your umbrella?
I have: 2 facebook accounts, a Twitter account, a Twitpic account, a LinkedIn account, a bityl account, 2 hotmail accounts, a work FB page to manage, a Blogger account, a YouTube channel, a work website to manage, iChat, and let's not forget personal texting.
My mother's always harping on me for not calling her anymore. Seriously mom, why do I need to do that? I keep in touch with everyone without even having to talk to them. I have to save my voice you know.
I'm a social butterfly by all accounts. Or a geek. Either or.
Tia
I have: 2 facebook accounts, a Twitter account, a Twitpic account, a LinkedIn account, a bityl account, 2 hotmail accounts, a work FB page to manage, a Blogger account, a YouTube channel, a work website to manage, iChat, and let's not forget personal texting.
My mother's always harping on me for not calling her anymore. Seriously mom, why do I need to do that? I keep in touch with everyone without even having to talk to them. I have to save my voice you know.
I'm a social butterfly by all accounts. Or a geek. Either or.
Tia
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Is there anything more awkward....
Than going to the dentist? You lie in this chair, turn this way, look up, open up, bite down, try to fit this is your mouth, make funny slurping noises, have to cough at the wrong time, and I could go on!
The one that gets me the most - when they ask you a question and try to initialize conversation while leaned over you with 6 tools in your mouth that's stretched open to it's full capacity. I'm sorry, I can't answer you right now for obvious reasons, please leave a message and I'll get back to you on that one.
After 3 years of braces and ortho appointments and a broken jaw that was wired shut, I'm so done with people being in my mouth. Having said that though, I got this awesome new toothbrush last night and mint floss. Yum.
Moral of the story...floss, floss, floss!
Tia
The one that gets me the most - when they ask you a question and try to initialize conversation while leaned over you with 6 tools in your mouth that's stretched open to it's full capacity. I'm sorry, I can't answer you right now for obvious reasons, please leave a message and I'll get back to you on that one.
After 3 years of braces and ortho appointments and a broken jaw that was wired shut, I'm so done with people being in my mouth. Having said that though, I got this awesome new toothbrush last night and mint floss. Yum.
Moral of the story...floss, floss, floss!
Tia
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tiffany Vs Debbie
I was an 80's child and it was a fabulous time for music. Genesis, Lionel Richie, Wham, Culture Club, Madonna, Michael Jackson - the list could go on. The fold of the 80's changed however when we got into '89 or so, when bubblegum pop took over. Along came Tiffany and Debbie Gibson.
Tiffany was rough around the edges, from a broken home, and different look-wise with that flaming red hair. Debbie was the princess brought up in Long Island from a seemingly perfect world. I liked both and had cassettes from both. But when it came to who, I as a teenage girl related to the most, Tiffany won out. In fact, my first ever concert was a Tiffany concert at the Northlands Colesium in Edmonton. I also met her totally by chance earlier in the day at the West Edmonton Mall at a Dalmy's store.
That was over 20 years ago. I've grown up, she's grown up. But she's still kicking around the music scene and in fact is getting ready to release a country album and calls Nashville home. The last few years she had released a couple of albums which, although not huge sellers, received great critical acclaim. So I'm truthfully excited to hear this new album. What can I say, still a fan after all these years.
But if there was any doubt about Tiffany's singing ability, watch the video enclosed. She could probably outsing anyone in the industry today. This song even though it came out in the 90's, still gets me right there. Enjoy my trip down memory lane.
Tiffany was rough around the edges, from a broken home, and different look-wise with that flaming red hair. Debbie was the princess brought up in Long Island from a seemingly perfect world. I liked both and had cassettes from both. But when it came to who, I as a teenage girl related to the most, Tiffany won out. In fact, my first ever concert was a Tiffany concert at the Northlands Colesium in Edmonton. I also met her totally by chance earlier in the day at the West Edmonton Mall at a Dalmy's store.
That was over 20 years ago. I've grown up, she's grown up. But she's still kicking around the music scene and in fact is getting ready to release a country album and calls Nashville home. The last few years she had released a couple of albums which, although not huge sellers, received great critical acclaim. So I'm truthfully excited to hear this new album. What can I say, still a fan after all these years.
But if there was any doubt about Tiffany's singing ability, watch the video enclosed. She could probably outsing anyone in the industry today. This song even though it came out in the 90's, still gets me right there. Enjoy my trip down memory lane.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sister Dearest
A co-worker was looking at a picture I had on my desk of my sister the other day, trying to determine if there was any resemblance. When we were younger, everyone knew we were sisters. The dark hair and dark eyes combined with the rugrat look we so proudly displayed gave it away.
I'll be the first one to admit though, I was a horrible big sister. Let me count thee ways!
We used to help clean houses when we were little for spending money. One time at the next door neighbour's while cleaning one day, I talked her into getting into the dryer. God only knows how I charmed her into that, but it worked, so I turned the dryer on. She did a couple of rotations with some very loud thumping before I opened the door. She was nicely air-fluffed with only a minor cut on her toe.
Another time dad left us in the car alone for perhaps too long of an extended period. I, being a little ADD'ish was getting bored, so I thought it would be fun to throw the gum I was chewing into my sister's hair. Keep in mind, she had long beautiful hair that was my mother's pride and joy. After this, not so much. Every trick in the book didn't get the wad of gum out of her locks. Only the scissors and a good hair cut solved that beauty. My mother loathed me.
What else? There was this girl named Denise Gould who kept breaking every bone in her body. A tragedy really, but she always got a lot of attention out of it. My sister decided she also needed attention, so I told her if she broke a bone, maybe it would help. So she went and got a hammer and took it to her leg to try and break it! Unfortunately she turned out to be quite hardy, and could only muster up some pretty nasty bruises.
I believe it was around that age that she also started getting a little hair on the legs. So I told her she should start shaving her legs. Well she was maybe a little young for that, but she, again, listened to me and went for it. Of course, once you shave that first time, it only comes back thicker and faster. Let's just say, her puberty was perhaps brought on a little sooner than she would have liked, in part, thanks to me.
I was evil, what can I say? I'm grateful I didn't grow up to be a horrible person and she still speaks to me. But after reading this, how can you not think my sister was THE MOST gullible person in the world lol??
Tia
I'll be the first one to admit though, I was a horrible big sister. Let me count thee ways!
We used to help clean houses when we were little for spending money. One time at the next door neighbour's while cleaning one day, I talked her into getting into the dryer. God only knows how I charmed her into that, but it worked, so I turned the dryer on. She did a couple of rotations with some very loud thumping before I opened the door. She was nicely air-fluffed with only a minor cut on her toe.
Another time dad left us in the car alone for perhaps too long of an extended period. I, being a little ADD'ish was getting bored, so I thought it would be fun to throw the gum I was chewing into my sister's hair. Keep in mind, she had long beautiful hair that was my mother's pride and joy. After this, not so much. Every trick in the book didn't get the wad of gum out of her locks. Only the scissors and a good hair cut solved that beauty. My mother loathed me.
What else? There was this girl named Denise Gould who kept breaking every bone in her body. A tragedy really, but she always got a lot of attention out of it. My sister decided she also needed attention, so I told her if she broke a bone, maybe it would help. So she went and got a hammer and took it to her leg to try and break it! Unfortunately she turned out to be quite hardy, and could only muster up some pretty nasty bruises.
I believe it was around that age that she also started getting a little hair on the legs. So I told her she should start shaving her legs. Well she was maybe a little young for that, but she, again, listened to me and went for it. Of course, once you shave that first time, it only comes back thicker and faster. Let's just say, her puberty was perhaps brought on a little sooner than she would have liked, in part, thanks to me.
I was evil, what can I say? I'm grateful I didn't grow up to be a horrible person and she still speaks to me. But after reading this, how can you not think my sister was THE MOST gullible person in the world lol??
Tia
Thursday, March 10, 2011
He's Purr-fect!
About 5 years ago, I took in this scrawny, beat up, scratched up stray who I named Capone because of the scars you could see on his face from his many tom-cat brawls. He was actually quite friendly for a stray, and it didn't take long to find his weak spot - belly rubs. Soon I was taking walks with my little orange guy walking right alongside me like most people would walk their dogs. He'd just follow along, happy as spit. He's still the same to this day.
One of his oddities though was that when I found him, he didn't know how to purr! He'd get excited and snort through his nose like a dragon trying to breathe fire. It was the funniest, but saddest thing, at the same time. After 5 years though, he has found his purr, although a quaint one.
Last night while in bed, he was laying on top of my leg. The world was peaceful and quiet enough that I could feel him purring and if you listened closely, you could hear his little purr. These moments in life are what make me smile.
Tia
One of his oddities though was that when I found him, he didn't know how to purr! He'd get excited and snort through his nose like a dragon trying to breathe fire. It was the funniest, but saddest thing, at the same time. After 5 years though, he has found his purr, although a quaint one.
Last night while in bed, he was laying on top of my leg. The world was peaceful and quiet enough that I could feel him purring and if you listened closely, you could hear his little purr. These moments in life are what make me smile.
Tia
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