Sunday, December 28, 2008
Got and gave pretty gifts, spent quality time sleeping and cocooning around and eating way, way too much. (But that's ok, that's why New Years' resolutions exist.)
Also rediscovered the forgotten wonders of wrestling and fighting around until you are all but passed out from exhaustion and laughter.
I still don't know how we'll spend our New Years' Eve though...waiting for an invitation I guess.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
It's positive this time though.
The critics have been harsh with Brit-Brit for the last few years. Let alone calling her an aweful mother, junkie and all around insane, they criticised her about her body that changed after she had her kids.
I have to admit, the hair looks unkempt, but she does have a better body then the vast majority of us ever will ever have even at her worst.
This is Brit from the last few days.
If only I could get my hands on her trainers and personal chefs, I'd be all set. But more realisticaly, more veggies, less sugar and perhaps a bit of training would do the trick. I learned from last time, that only cutting on the food with no or little excercise don't produce good results. It only gets one flabby and emaciated. Honestly, I could loose only 5 lbs, and gain a bit of muscle tone and that would be excellent.
And why....why do I talk about all that on a public blog is beyond me, this probably should have stayed in my mind.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Seen a few pictures, and I thought she was a cute 15 years old...
I didn't really understand why some people found her annoying and disliked the girl.
Then I stumbled upon that video....the first time I saw Miley Cyrus in action and heard her talk....and now, I understand....
Well, I guess it's all right...teenagers are like that, right?
Friday, November 07, 2008
In this era of digital photography, HD and Blueray (not at all related I think, but they seemed like the logical choice of examples of modern technology for someone such as myself, who knows nothing about it.)...(OH! I just got one of them cellphones, too!)
The simplicity of these little cabins sitting in the middle of malls the world 'round has it's charms.
Last time I did it was years ago, with my sister. But it was high time I tried again with BF this time. It was even HIS idea, just to show how much we think alike.
So we went one rainy day and there isn't much of a story really...only that I was very confused about the flash going on real fast. Not used to that. And that's why a few shots look strange or half-assed. We had picked a few poses before we put the coins in, but it ended looking very random.
Hope my Love won't mind that I posted those, we DO look silly. (Although it's mostly me that looks half-crazed and like I've seen a camera for the first time.)
But that's what Photo boots are for right? Letting the wacky out! I recommend it to anyone.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
But ever since I saw it around, I always wanted to try that Concave Cut that looks so stylish. Short at the back and longer around the face.
I was never game to do it when my hair was long and healthy, it was too drastic, but now was the time.
So I went and got a very cheap cut under 20$ and I love it!
But now I'm letting it grow natural for a bit. Give that poor hair a rest. So it becomes shiny again.
Also...Americans...Go vote! Make the right choice! I read ya'll can get free Starbucks and Krispy Kremes when you do. So why not.
I'm really not into politics, but something tells me that Obama would be better then the McCain guy....
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I have been a bad fangirl!
Of course, I knew that they were filming an Angels and Demons movie. Read the book a long time ago and loved it. Fascinated by all that anti-matter, Illuminati, Vatican stuff.
And I was pretty sure I'd like the movie as much as I like the DaVinci Code. (I don't care how many people tell me it was crap, I loved it. I'm a sucker for easy action sequences and mysterious plots about Jesus and Mary Magadalene.)
I didn't know much more about that new movie though, only that Tom Hanks reprises his role as Robert Langdon. But this morning, I gasped out loud when I read that EWAN MCGREGOR is in it! Not only that, he plays Carlo Ventresca! The "main priest" of that story.
The casting director of these movies sure knows how to pick his ecclesiastic male cast. First, Paul Bettany as a monk in DaVinci, and Ewan McGregor as a priest in this. I'm forever grateful.
Here's a picture I found...
Ooooh! Reminds me why I love this actor. Ever since Moulin Rouge, he's my very favorite.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I mean yes, we all know that I will once again end up going as a black cat, a witch or a combination of both. But I still live in the fantasy where I'll magically come up with something so original and cool that I'll win every costume contest in town.
Boyfriend is thinking about being the Terminator dude....With half of his face made up as a robot of some kind. I'd do the makeup of course, after all, I'm the one who's insisting on him having a costume. And this is kind of simple, nothing else really needed. So all the pressure is on me, but I love it.
Party I'm planing to assist to is this Saturday, so I don't have much time...a Witch it will probably be...unless.....is there such a thing as a Terminator girl??? And would she have red hair? Because I just remembered that I've also got a red-head wig...hmmm.
Friday, October 17, 2008
That, and a post from one of my french web friends made me think that perhaps, I should at least have a French version of my Blog. I would never abandon the Silly Kitchen Witch, because I know some of you speak only English...and also, I love pretending I can write in Shakespeare's words.
But I will attempt to translate my posts...so...today, I proudly present:
LA Silly Kitchen Witch-en Francais-
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Now, I was still thinking about the doll theory this morning, and what it would look like, if the parts of ourselves became real life, separate people, especially when they try to form a relationship with someone else...
Friendship--Is kind of easier, some of our dolls click with another girl's (sometimes boy's) dolls. They like to hang out, they just don't fall in love with each other. But it can become very strong, especially if they all like each other. They don't live together, so it eliminated many obstacles.
Failed relationships--That would be when some of the dolls fall in love with some of a guy's....ummm, I don't know....G.I.Joe posse.
Let's say, the Sexy Doll and Nature doll are head over heals for His Sexy Joe and Hippy or intellectual Joe, but the two others have to be locked in their room, and they get mad.
Or...Artist and Silly are free to come out, but they don't feel at ease with the other G.I Joes, so they prefer to stay away. And the relationship can never fully develop.
Or some doll plain just hates one of the G.I.s and it's doomed for the others.
Relationships that are made to last--
This is the hardest one to achieve, but you feel so lucky once you do know it's possible. It's hard! It's like putting ten people or so in the same room and hope for the best. Wish that everyone will get along, even better, fall in love. It doesn't happen often.
In a lasting relationship, every doll and every G.I Joe feels free to come out and socialize. They even love it. They enjoy the company of everyone else. And it's like a big party when everyone knows that they are wanted, loved and accepted.
Cohabitation is a step harder, and sometimes, some of the dolls need time to adapt to being close to so many new Joes all the time. But it can work, when no one is getting pissed or forgotten.
It does work.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
(The Nature Girl)
Will find the sexy in all kinds of different songs and music, from Madonna's Erotica to Marylin Manson's Personal Jesus.
Hair--Super curly and wild, reddish
Movies--Napoleon Dynamite, Bridget Jones, Tim Burtons
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
"Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
And everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out
When tou think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face."
PS. Chéri, we finally KNOW what she mumbles in Ironic!
Also, life has helped me out a lot, in fact, it gave me the best gift ever when I thought everything had gone wrong and then life sent YOU to me.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The colors in the picture doesn't come out exactly as they are, but you can see that the reddish is gone, and it looks more natural, she also gave me a long concave cut, which I'll show later, when I blow-dry it straight again...because with the curls, it doesn't show as much.
What is cool about the new color is that the bottom part is much darker, like a dark chocolate brown, then there the top in a cafe of lait tone, and a few large honey blonde highlights in the fringe, sides and top. I adore it! It blends in well when I let them curl, and it's much more defined when straight.... it also creates an illusion of more volume.
Monday, September 22, 2008
I think it's the same for everyone...we all have people that are very special to us, boyfriend, mother, sisters, that are so precious to us, that when they are attacked, verbally or physically, we feel the pain even worst then if it was ourself.
Sometimes, a person, for some reason....frustration or jealousy or whatever, tend to focus their negative energy, judgment and back-talking on another one, singling them out.
Every other person around can make the same mistakes and have the same bad traits, but the person will focus, and be mean about that ONE person only, and continually. They will spot every little default and blow it up to huge, disproportionate proportions. It's even sadder when the victim really likes and admire the passive-aggresor.
When this gets done to someone you love, it hurts a lot. It's always at the back of your mind, because even if said person is ever agreable and smiling and laughing when you are faced with them, and the mean things are said when the victim is not there, everything gets known one way or the other. They always will. And then it hurts.
And friends can become enemies. People that you once liked to hang out with, now revolt you. And the only thought of them makes you mad. In my case, I RAGE inside, I become like a lionness defending her cubs. It isn't pretty in my head.
And I hate being like that. It's definitly not zen and I don't feel good. What can one do in that position??
Of course, the best thing would be to completly cut off the person with the attitude, but when it's impossible to do that? When it's family or people you will see anyway sometimes?
I think what I'll need to do is just limit the contacts to bare minimum....which is sad....I'm never mad at anyone....but this, I can't take anymore.
You know...with friends like that....
Friday, September 19, 2008
I need to get this out of my system and that's just that, it might be even more all over the place and full of mistakes then usual.
First of all, I totally understand that some people find it gentlemanly that the guy pays on a date, dinner, movie, whatever...it looks good, maybe it makes them feel good too.
This post is not to belittle their opinion or the way they were brought up to act. It's only to express my own opinion about it.
Because it angers me so much, you wouldn't beleive it, to the point of tears, even if I should just say to myself "Fuck what other people think!".
To know that some feel free to judge amazingly good people over very personal matters like how a couple choses to deal with money.
It's clear where this way of thinking comes from...back then , ladies just didn't have money, they didn't usually work, it was only normal for a men to pay for mostly everything.
We are NOT in the 30's anymore though!
Newsflash!! A big majority of girls and women work, and have money. Mens and women's salaries are pretty much the same, sometimes the woman even has a bigger paycheck.
Why then, now that both sexes have money, does a Man paying for both himslef and his date look all good and manly and respected.
But if a Woman, who has just as much money in her bank account offers to do the same and pay for her an her Man, the guy will be seen and judged as a cheap loser??
It's just sickening, and I don't think it's fair on anyone. Where is the equality?
I'm so revolted that it makes me want to pick up every damn restaurant tab from now on, when I dinne out with BF. Just to stick it up to the world's collective face.
Why can't *I* pay for both, if *I* want to?? It's ridiculous.
I heard some men say, "But I want to pay, it's not forced on me...it makes me feel good. It shows I appreciate my woman".
Well good for you! Great! Why can't I also feel good then? Let me have the pleasure for once. Let me show I appreciate my men. And if I want to show my appreciation everytime, why the freaking hell not??
And if not, why not split it in half ? Why is that frowned upon, once again?
If that makes me feel better to pay my part...why not? Does that mean my man is cheap or bad-behaved? Am I to pity? Hell no! It's none of anyone's business anyway. As long as I'm happy, and BF is happy, why not?
For the love of God, let's all grow up and start living in the NOW. Or you know...just stay out of it. Nobody needs judgement or getting talked in their backs.
Peace and Love, people!
Everyone is happy!
Rant-over, sorry ya'll.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
So far, the only laundry I did was mine. So I never got scared I might ruin anything, they were mine anyway, and really, what could go wrong? Anyone could do it.
So I slowly became more relaxed around washing-machines and soap and everything related. Now that BF can be considered "semi-moved-in", I do his laundry with mine, and a few days ago I still wasn't too nervous, I was a Laundry-room goddess, no stain could resist.
I even got so bold that I candidly decided to put some bleach in the whites, to make them bright and all, like in those commercials. My white cami did turn out beautiful and white.
But I still don't know what went wrong....three of BF's shirts came out with pale ti-die patterns all over them. Damn it! And one of them was also my favorite shirt of his.
It's not so horrible, I'll find him new ones, but it's just frustrating, now I'll be scared of bleach...even more then I already am.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sadly, there are also those who are definitly not young anymore and still live there. No judgement, because I'm sure many of them just can't afford a house, but I have a feeling that a good part also don't like to work that much, and love the semblant of a trailer park community they can get in an apartment bloc.
You know, screaming from each others balconies, constant cigarette hanging from their mouths and diaper-clad babies on the hip, women with weird hair and short-shorts who walk around barefoot and men with the same mullet they wore in 1984.
It's like our own little Redneck country, only we miss the 'possums and I have yet to spot pigs or a crazy old lady sitting on her porch in a rocking chair with a mean scowl and a shutgun.
I guess most of those people have to be kept in check, because we have many "Keep the Place clean please" and "Pick up your trash" signs around the corridors. It's alright, I'm all for helping the poor janitor, since he's a nice guy and it's only normal to pick up after yourself.
But then, for every "Nice reminder" note, there is one from the Janitorette (his wife), that is most of the time very passive-aggresive, hand-written and scotchtaped in the lobby, most probably in a moment of frustration.
Things like "If you're too poor to buy yourself some lightbulbs, just ask us, we'll buy you some. Don't steal them from the laundry room!!!" or my Boyfriend's favorite...:"To the Pigs of the bloc, put your garbage IN the bin and not AROUND!!!"
Honestly, notes like that really add a touch of class to any living area.
Visitors immeditaly know what kind of people they will have to deal with here.
I really don't think this kind of passive-aggresive note works anyway.
I mean, do they really think that the individuals that are responsible for the trashing and lightbulb-stealing will get so devastated over getting called Pigs or Poors that they will melt into tears of repentance and go clean up the whole mess, swearing to themselves to never be pigs again?? More probably, they will laugh their asses off and make it even worst next time. You don't catch bees with vinegar.
This post really goes nowhere, it's just that I really like talking about hillbillies and rednecks and trailer parks. Can't help it, I find it funny...
Sometimes I even like to Google the words, and get pictures like that, and then I'm happy.
But the real reason why I thought about all this in the first place is this site I found a few days ago, that reminded me of the Janitorette's strong worded notes.
Funny stuff that people post without the intention of being funny. You can almost feel the anger emanating from some of them, even when they are written politely or with smilies. Fun!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
There are seven days in a week, seven colors to the rainbow...even seven chackras.
But most importantly, today is the anniversary of the seven months I have officialy been with my Love.
I've never been more happy in my whole life. The last seven months have been perfect in every way, and I hope to be abble to use the same picture in seven years.
Je t'aime mon Chaaéééri!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
But I had so much fun! New York, Quebec, and many other little pleasant things. I even went blonde (with the use of bleach!) And I'll post a picture as soon as I have access to a camera that hasn't fallen on Madame Tussaud's floor.
So, after many weeks, you would have thought that I'd have plenty to blog about. Afterall, we road a speedboat and the NY Metro, got all of our bike's wheels cut open in a New Jersey Ghetto. Went to Planet Hollywood to eat the best burgers EVER. Walked in Times Square and ate red-velvet muffins from the Magnolia Bakery. (Also gained a good 5 pounds from all that crazy eating out.)
Got caught in the century's thunderstorm in Central Park, and had a hot-chocolate at Starbucks while trying to get dry (under the bathroom's hand-dryer).
Smoked from a carved out apple with Sis and Brother-in-law(and a potato...and a cucumber...), went up the Empire State Building and saw the crappy show that goes with it. BF even helped me to Zen-ise my apartment. (Read: getting rid of the accumulating crap.)
See, many entertaining subjects available....yet the ONE thing that made me worked up enough to log into my Blog...is that:
Damnit! What the Hell?? I kinda like Madonna...her music anyway, and I think it's great that she is still super in shape and pretty at 50...but ugh! Put on some pants woman!!
This picture is the one I see everywhere around the net these days. And honestly, I find it pretty revolting. (If you don't, make it a closeup)
Alright, she has every right to thrust her muscly, hip-bone-showing-panty-covered crotch in the world face, but I also have to right to say EEEeeeeeWWWwww!
I understand that she might want to show off how buff she is, and that she has most likely a 2% body fat ratio (that 2% being her breasts of course.) I certainly would. But that outfit is just so....NO!
I know she could do much better, still show what she's got and even look younger. Evidence from the same show:
A transparent skirt can do miracles....
Friday, August 01, 2008
(I know I've not been very original with the title, but it's hard to think when you've still got the mental picture of white eyes and crawly spider spasming in your mind as you type.)
Hoooray for difference though. There should be more videos like this. It reminds me a bit of Christina Aguilera's video for "Stronger". Only creepier, thus more interesting. I like to scare myself.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I mean, I can see a little, tiny, difference, but that's just because it's my own hair and I scrutinize it so often. I'm not even sure if it lightened or just got a bit more cinnamon-colored.
This one above is today, and that next one is a reminder of last time...:
So you know...I'm convinced that the results aren't noticable enough to carry on with the proccess. I can't anymore....applying the thing is long enough, but sleeping in a grocery bag, trying to comb out the cinnamony super-tangles in the morning...no.
If I had short and straight hair, maybe I'd continue and get better result, but now, it's kind of long and very curly because of all the rain and humidity. It's just torture.
Screw cinnamon. I think I'll have to turn to good ol' bleach.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I was thinking of getting a concave cut, with the curls shorter at the back and longer around the face. But then I remembered how long my hair takes to grow even an inch and I chickened out.
Then I thought it would be a great idea to lighten to top layers a bit, so they look like they've been in the sun.
But that would mean....BLEACH.
My hair hates bleach with a passion, I'm reminded of an ancient post I wrote here years ago, relating how my hair became the texture of spider-web after one too many encounters with that freaking thing.
So I'm kind of reluctant to bring anything ressembling bleach near my head.
Here comes the Natural Option that I found on the net:
2tbsp cinnamon powder
Normal to large amount of conditionner
1tsp liquid honey
Water as needed
This makes a cinnamon-smelling paste that you work through wet hair, comb carefully and let sit overnight covered in a shower cap or plastic bag. Then wash out thoroughly in the morning.
According to the different websites, it takes at least two treatments before you begin to see some lightening. (They even have encouraging pictures.)
According to my practical/modernist/science and technology-loving BF though, this is a "grandma's recipe" and thus, very probably bullshit.
I still decided to try it out, because I've got nothing to loose, and the worst thing that could happen is that my hair will smell like cinnamon. I don't really mind smelling like pastry.
Also, I kind of want to show BF and all the non-believers that sometimes, grandma's recipes and granola-solutions DO work.
So here are the first pictures, after ONE treatment. I should have taken a before photo, but anyway, it's the second and third try that will decide if it works or not.
I have a good feeling about this...cinnamon MUST do something to hair, because the drops of paste I removed from my skin left red marks, as if I had been burned after only a few seconds. (Be careful with that...they're gone by the morning, but I still got a bit scared I hurt myself at first.)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
How do you succesfully erase from your mind the traumatic sight of a little cat, lying in the middle of the street, hit by a car. Dead. With horrible red blood all over the white fur of his cute little face?
I don't need to see this when I walk to work in the morning. It hunts me for days and makes me hurt just thinking about it.
God, I hope it won't be there tomorrow...
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I was pretty excited to go, because first of all, the last time I went, I was about ten years old, and the only thing we visited was the Jehovah's Witnesses head quarters in Brooklyn...and this, my friends, is a depressing thought.
I also can't wait to see all the museums (Sex Museum??! Why don't we have this here??), and to climb the Statue of Liberty, Empire State building, etc.
Madame Tussaud's wax museum, and the many possibilities of photographic immaturity it offers is making me giggle like a mad thing.
I mean, you KNOW I'm gonna pose near Johnny Depp!
Why they don't have Ewan McGregor anywhere is beyond me! Same for Bjork and Tori Amos. Scandalous!
I don't think my little brother knows about Madame's museum...so it will be pretty easy to make him believe that I met Will Smith (his favorite actor/singer ever) in NYC. I could also tell him that I met Britney or Christina Aguilera there, and have a photo of myself grabbing a few breasts for him....oooh, the possibilities.
More seriously, we still don't know what we'll do about sleeping. We could just you know...not sleep. But in case we are sissies and end up not being though enough not to sleep....is there a way to have a hotel or motel that is under 200$ a night in the city?
We still have the camping option, or the sleeping in the car option, and either would be fine, but both also bring a few complications. I don't think there are many camping in central NY....ha!
So there would be a lot of commuting between New Jersey and NYC, and also thousands of precious minutes lost...what to do...?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
And now I'm faced with the drama of two nights by myself. I've become a bit dependent. I don't like watching TV alone that much anymore. Dependent of someone to lean on, to kiss when the TV is boring, to laugh with and talk to and make comments about silly stuff.
To take long walk with when the sun sets...
I know it's not that bad. I have enough cleaning and shopping and reading to do to keep me well occupied for a week if I needed to.
I think that it's more the fact that he will be far away from me.
It's not China or anything, but it's still out of reach. There will be emails and MSN and maybe phone calls, and it's perfectly alright for a few days, but it makes me realise how attached I've become. Which is awesome.
I know it's pretty common that people need to make these little trips for work.
I remember Princess in Galoshes writing once that her man went on this kind of trip for two weeks??Gah! How do you cope?
Well, they say distance is a good thing sometimes, you can appreciate what you miss more when they're taken away from you.
Plus, I'm sure he'll have much more fun there then over here in a cubicle with mostly nothing to do for three days...so I'm happy for him.
I just send all the good karma I can so that the road trip goes well and everything's safe and fun.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
So beautiful, the lyrics are good, but the video too. Avril has a much prettier voice when she isn't bitching on a guy....she should use it more often in a more mature way like that...
Waking up I see that everything is ok
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling
[ Chorus ]
This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling
[ Chorus ]
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliant
Makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliant
Please don't go away
Cus I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
Friday, July 04, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Have you seen M. Night Shyamalan last movie?? The Happening huh?
Well if people continue to be THAT stupid...to WRAP godamn BANANAS individually!! Of all fruits! Yeah, wrap the ones who already got a natural wrap. Go ahead! It's people like that that will make Nature need to exterminate us all.
Friday, June 27, 2008
But, Oh my God! Apparently, a girl called Olga left her business card to some guy called Dimitri, and here is what she got on her voicemail.
Hearing this, I'm betting she gave him the card so he would just get the hell away from her....but I think it teaches us all a lesson. Such freaky losers/stalkers out there!
It's pretty funny though, that she decided to share it on Youtube, I'm sure Mr. Greek Demi-God there must be so proud.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
It's always funny to watch for the fraction of a second when the kids realise what they said and you can see the chain-reactions on their faces.
I've even heard of children at school calling their teachers Mommy. Honest mistake. Hard to break habits.
It becomes much more embarrassing, as I found out lately to do the same kind of thing when you're all grown up.
It has become kind of like a person using a swear word as punctuation. Honey this, honey that, and I love it, nothing to complain about. I think it's cute.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
And, huh, it's my Blog, so I could just talk about Bjork everyday if I chose to. (I won't!! I won't!! I want to keep the few readers I've got!)
It might be because I'm a bit tired from all the national Day partying, but I found that so funny.
I showed my fourteen years old brother the video for "Army of Me", which, I find is one of Bjork's most kick ass songs ever. The video was probably produced by someone on some hard substance...or very very creative.
But the song, it gets to me. When I'm in that kind of mood, all those metallic sounds at the beginning and near the end with the explosions, the beat, and her straining voice on top of it all. I love it. It's so different from anything you'll hear on the radio.
As I showed my little brother Army of Me, excitingly expecting him to realize just how cool Bjork is in spite of her name.
He turned to me with the most traumatised look on his face. Seemingly wildly wondering WHY in the world I would love that music.
"So cool isn't it!? You'll show it to all of your friends right?"
(With wild, panicked expression)--"NO WAY!! This is SCARY music for CRAZY people! It's music for KILLERS! For people who kill CATS! It's Cat-Killer music! Cat killers put that music on when they want to get in the mood for cat killing!"
And I laughed and I laughed, so hard my sides hurt. The mind of a teenager is a bizarre place.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
So why am I rambling about Proms this morning?? Well I had a flash you see...
It's raining today, so obviously, me and the kiddies are prisoners of the house. I simply had to do something to let them spend all that pent up energy because it was getting out of control and craaazy. Happily, I felt pretty energetic too, so I decided to start a party and be the entertainer.
We played games of guessing and stuff like that, and of course, the classic of rainy days, Musical Chair. The kids just go mad when I pronounce the words, they are Musical Chair fanatic.
We don't play very often, because most of the time, the game ends with a kid sitting between two chairs and falling hard on his butt. One hitting another or tantrums from the sore losers. Often all of the above. But what can I say...we still have fun, and they never remember the bad parts.
So I start looking for a good song that would encourage them to walk and dance around those chairs, and all I can find at the daycare is a Celine Dion CD...a 1997 one...but it has that "Rap" song that the kids just love. (I admit, because I have no shame, it was actually MY CD. I bought a Celine Dion Cd, I did...but it was 1997, and I was also wearing salmon leggings and brushed my curly hair into a poof complete with puffy fringe.)
So after the game, (it went pretty well for once, no drama at all!), I just let the music continue and everyone was kind of dancing and skipping around, when "My heart will go on" came on, and I closed the lights to make them quiet down a bit and relax before dinner.
And then I had to stop myself from laughing, because it was hysterical but so cute...when I looked around, EVERY one of them had paired with another and was slow dancing! In the dark...to My heart Will Go On. And some of the girls had put on some of the costume dresses and tutus. And I felt thrown back in time to an authentic 80's prom. The only thing that was missing was a Big Disco Ball....I love my job.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
I didn't have too much trouble with her...but I've started working on Belle...and let me just say, it might take longer... she always turns out looking like....I dunno...all innocent-eyed and stupid, like a dumb Hollywood starlett. And I want to do Belle justice.
I don't even know why I spend time on this anyway, when I've got two other projects with deadlines attached waiting to get done.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I can't stand knowing that someone is mad at me. Especially when it's for a totally petty reason. Maybe I'm just too sensitive or that I worry for little things. It so rarely happens, because I'm a Libra, and I like peace, I always do everything I can to keep it. But when a misunderstanding happens, it bugs me to no end.
The worrying is even greater when it's someone very close to me, like my mother or sister. Because I love them so much. And knowing I hurt them, even unintentionally just rips at me. This kind of thing never happens with guys...so I'm putting the blame on female hormones.
Now I can't work...because I know my sister is mad at me. My one and only sis.
It was a stupid MSN misunderstanding, and I just can't believe it escalated without me even being aware into something serious enough for her not to call me for a week and her ranting about it in front of the whole family.
I understand...she's always been emotional, a tendency to slowly create mountains out of small things. That's why I'm very careful....but you never know when the Aries' temper will strike. It stroke.
And I wrote to her, because I express myself much better that way, and made it clear how bewildered and surprised I was of her reaction and the silly proportions this all took. That I love her and all....
Aaaw God...humans are so complicated.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I admit, I'm a bit sick of that lot. A case of way too much exposure.
But I'm also a benevolent, saintly woman, and when the kids ask me for a princess drawing to color, I most of the time oblige. I haven't kept a count of how many Belle, Ariel and Jasmine I drew this year. It's probably a crazy number I better not think about.
So one of those times where I drew my 2854th Little Mermaid, I wondered what it would look like if I took more time to draw her. As an actual portrait. So that's what I did. I sat around the table with the kids and just did it.
And it was FUN.
And now I want to do this with every Disney Princess. I'm hooked.
So here's Ariel, because I need to show off a bit to other people then four years old.
I'm working on Jasmine these days....Jasmine's kinda cool.
Monday, May 26, 2008
I'm asking those who actually set foot in Malls, but I guess the rest can't be blind enough to not notice what the kids are wearing this season and the last...you can't miss it anyway! The colors practically attack our innocent, unsuspecting eyes. The 80's are back with a vengeance!
It started innocently enough with the return of the leggings.
But now it seems to have escalated into a horrible mess of long, shapeless off the shoulder shirts in various shades of fluorescent pink and iridescent green. I'm mentionning pink and greens, because they are particularly screaming, but I've seen every primary colors out there.
Don't even start me on those ridiculously tight jeans...I've seen them on skinny girls, and even there, I'm not sure. You'd think the rest of us would have the sense to not even approach a pair of these....saddly...no.
Let me demonstrate some more...why it needs to change and never come back. Remember people, what the 80's looked like:
I have to admit, I love Madonna from the 80s' and her style better then what she had become. She seemed funner back then.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I'm sure anyone would say the same thing, but I'm also convinced that I love it even more. I need to laugh, everyday, many times a day. If I haven't laughed in a day, I will feel compelled to pop in a funny DVD after dinner. Even if it's only cheap jokes I will have had my fix. (This is why, I guess, I already have a few laugh-lines around the eyes at 26.)
The tragedy is...I'm not funny. Well, I guess I can be funny sometimes, boyfriend tells me so. But it's mostly moronic behavior and non-sense talk.
I CAN'T tell a joke. It's not like those persons who try to tell them but just mess them up, my problem is remembering the jokes. Any jokes. We even got this running gag, boyfriend and I, where we randomly ask each other. "Okay, tell me a joke, now." And every single time, my mind goes blank and I can't even think of a dumb blond joke. Thankfully, he seems to have the same condition.
We have come to accept, we will never be the clowns of a party. But at least we are a damn good audience.
I am still determined to conquer the joke world. I've found a website full of them, and I will learn and practice one a day.
I'm so envious of those who can just improvise funny stuff.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
According to it, most of us that were kids in the 80's should be gay by now...
Friday, May 09, 2008
Thursday, May 01, 2008
One of the girls pulled her ribbon really far. She's the one that you can't see, there on the right. Sometimes, you just loose when you try too much...I've learned that the hard way too.
And here we are, dancing, jumping and trying not to stumble on each other while listening to Loreena McKennitt's Huron Beltane Fire Dance. Which is another of my all-time favorite songs. I DARE you to turn up the volume to that song and not dance.
It's also dress Thursday, so Beltane is extra special this year!
I'll be back with pictures of the daycare's Maypole dance.
Be Merry! The Faeries are watching you!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Oh god...less smiley is actually the nice way of putting it, I look kind of miserable aren't I? Like a frustrated, matronly Minnie Mouse that will slap your fingers with a ruler....*sigh*
ANYWAY! Right now, I should be working and thinking about an illustration project, a painting and the planning of both my Mother and BF's birthday.
Instead of that, I'm blogging, looking around Facebook's Quiz, looking up Beltane activities to do as a couple (and getting sucked into related daydreams....)and other useless, less urgent stuff.
Procrastination, according to Wiki:
"For an individual procrastination may result in stress, a sense of guilt, the loss of personal productivity, the creation of crisis and the disapproval of others for not fulfilling one's responsibilities or commitments. Incidentally these combined feelings can lead to further procrastination. While it is normal for people to procrastinate to some degree, it becomes a problem when it impedes normal functioning. Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying psychological or physiological disorder."
Oh God..... I'm screwed, I need a therapist now...
Monday, April 21, 2008
I borrowed my brother's digital camera so I went a bit crazy with the picture taking.
I already knew Saturday would be great, I've been waiting to go to that Tricot Machine Show forever it seems. But sometimes things turn out even better then you can imagine.
Part of it was because I went together with my sweet/amazing/smart/strong/adorable/sexy Boyfriend. (In the future, I will abbreviate all of that to BF for all of our sakes.)
It was also a beautiful, sunny day...
The Show was going to take place in an old Moulin near a river, in the middle of a big park full of trees and squirrels and nature and all. I often went to take walks there in the past, it's really a wonderful place anytime of the year.
Since we got there a lot sooner then expected, we walked around the little streets and found a pretty little Café inside an antique house. The wind was getting a bit chilly, so we went upstairs and had Coffee and Hot Chocolate. I figured it would be a good time to start wiping out the camera, so after many unsuccessful and embarrassing attempts, witnessed by another costumer sitting in a corner, this was the best picture. It sucks not being photogenic, let me tell you. Being two non-photogenic people is almost a drama when you try to get a good picture...I like to think that we are a much prettier couple in real life then there...still....can you feel the loooove? hihihi
I don't think it shows, but this seat was put inside what was once a wardrobe. Or so we guessed. Starting us on numerous theories and stories about people who might have died/killed/hung themselves in that once wardrobe, and the resulting vengeful ghosts that would of course follow us home after being disturbed by us and our warm beverages.After that yummy little break, we walked back to the park, where BF showed me the proper way to seduce a duck. As you can see, the Lady Duck was apparently trying to flirt back, but I warned her to keep her wings to herself. I'm very possessive like that. You can't thrust a She-Duck.
Then I wanted to pose with the sign that pointed to where the show was. But sadly, I am not at peace, or proud of the fact that I like to pose with signs....so we had to wait until no one was around (or walking towards it.) It was a long wait, but thank god, BF is also a patient man and he nicely obliged.
As you can see, I put colorful clothes on that day. Tricot machine inspires me color...and we soon found out that I wasn't alone. We could easily guess who was just walking past the Moulinet or who was going in by the rainbow clothing and/or Hippie garbs. Including bright yellow and purple...and that was on a man.
Then was the time to go in! Finally! We where super lucky to have the place we got. (Lucky meaning I almost ran and trampled everyone on the way to said place.) As BF noted later, it would have been nearly impossible to be sitting closer unless we sat in their laps. It was a small, intimate room and we had the chance to get a little table right in front of the stage (slightly on the side, but still.) So great view...sadly, the pictures I got are blurry and low quality, because I didn't want to use a flash and get an evil glare from one of them or a tambourine thrown at my head by Catherine Leduc. This one is nice though...
You can see that she was also wearing yellow, and that made me happy for some reason. Loved how she just came onstage and took off her shoes. And jumped and danced around like a happy little kid to the sound of her guy's piano. Well it was great, sweet, funny...sad sometimes, but always cute. I had a great time, leaning against BF's shoulder and listening to Une Histoire de Mitaine and Les Oreillons Live is a very cool thing. They even got in a few new songs. And now I can't wait for their next CD. The show went on for more then an hour and a half without pauses....well worth the 20$! When it was over, a fan-girlish glimmer of craziness suddenly sparked in my eyes and I started to look for a way to get a picture with them. The Guy part of the Duo was unfortunately gone to the bathroom, but Catherine was there alright. And I figured I could still get my photo taken next to her to prove to her daycare-fans that I indeed met the girl in L'ours! Very VERY unfortunately, I hadn't turned the flash on and the pic turned out WAY dark. I tried to digitally mess with it, but the quality sucks....you can still see that's it's me at least, and kind of recognize that huge smile of hers with the signature top of head pony-tail. Two versions of the photo to illustrate the wonders of computer technology...
She seemed kind of surprised that I ask for a photo...and I sensed that BF was very slightly embarrassed of my fan girl attitude and having to be associated with it by being the photographer... but I needed this. *fan girl squeal*.
It was such a wonderful Saturday.....