Things that make you want to become a lesbian...

....I'm kidding! (I love you Honey!)
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.

I'm a very loving girl, honey...

It often happens that I get called Mommy at the daycare.
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.

First confusion, then the eyes open wide and there's a bit of shock, then they look around and know everyone has heard, embarrassment, and sometimes, when they have a good sense of humor, they'll start to laugh. Which is probably the best way to react in a situation like that if you ask me.

These kids are all under five though, so it's pretty normal, their Moms tell me they sometimes get called Liliane too.
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.

Boyfriend and I, we got into that pattern of always sticking to word "Honey" at the end, beginning or middle of any sentence. Sometimes twice in the same.
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.

(Most of you probably understood that as we are both French, it's really the word "chéri" we use, but I replaced it with Honey, because if I was English, this is the word I would use, definitely. We've got nothing as yummy-sounding in French....)

So it has come to that.

Boyfriend is probably the person I talk with the most since the last few months, so Honey is now a regular, everyday word to me.

And as of now, my Sister, her Boyfriend, my Mother, one or two kids at daycare and one of my brothers have been called Honey in a very casual manner by me. Strangely embarassing, almost like feeling naked for a second or two.

I'm waiting for the day when I email the woman I work with on book illustrations and I end it with a big, heart-felt

"I love you honey!!!♥♥♥".

An Army of Me

I love Bjork. I know she has a funny name and a disturbing wardrobe, but I'll still talk about her today because I just have to.
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.

Party like it's 1997!

First of all, I have no idea who those people on the photo are. Found them on Google, and they totally embody what comes into my mind when I think "Prom Dance".

Whatever the year we're talking about, Prom is stuck in the 80's to me, and forever will be.

I see pink frilly dresses, bouffant sleeves, huge crimped hair and pimply boys in white tuxes and color sashes.

Maybe because so many 80's movie feature proms...even new movies like Napoleon Dynamite reinforce the dorky image burnt in my head...

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.

Lucky

Can someone else's Lucky object bring luck to another person?

Can wearing somebody else's Lucky charm make it even luckier...with both lucks and positive thoughts combined?

I'm not sure how this works...but they say it's how much you believe in something that will make it real to you.

So I believe it works that way.

Today's Princess

Jasmine from Aladdin....

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.

Should be working....

But damn it! I can't! So I might as well write and vent a bit.

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.

Experiment

I work at a daycare...so you can bet a large part of everything I hear about and see in a day concerns princesses. Namely, Disney Princesses. This elite group of sparkly, petty-coated royal ladies that you see printed on everything a little girl wants. From school bags to pajamas...I think I even saw tooth paste once...and cereals.

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.

Today's fashion...

I don't know what's wrong with fashion these days...or maybe that's just me. What do you all think about it?


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.

About being funny...

I LOVE to laugh.
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.

10 Toys that Made You Gay....

As a way of slowly getting back to blogging, I'll post that funny little video.
According to it, most of us that were kids in the 80's should be gay by now...

http://www.liquidgeneration.com/Media/Videos/LG_Originals/Top_10_Lists/10_Toys_That_Made_You_Gay/

Sorry!

Long time no post.
Really really really busy.
Not dead...yet.
Very in Love.
Project to finish.
Back to the Blog world soon.

2008 MayPole Dance

The Maypole looked much MUCH better then what I tried to fix up last year. An actual tree will stay put and not fall at every little gust of wind like the pole I tried to stick in the hard ground last Beltane. Evidence:
http://lilycurly.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-springtime-of-year.html
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.

Happy Beltane!

Beltane, Beltaine, Mayday, Spring Day, Lady Day, however you call it. I wish you a beautiful and happy day, full of flowers, love, sensuality, dancing and appreciating of the new season.

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!

Wanna Feel like Britney?

Here, you too can be on the cover of every magazine. Hours of procrastinating fun....
(Thanks, Bro-in-Law!)
http://www.magcover.com/

Procrastination Thursday

Okay, it's actually Dress Thursday...and I did "dress" up for the occasion. Although that thing makes me look pregnant and/or huge-butted. Which I didn't realize until I wasn't able to take a picture that didn't make me look like an apple with legs. That explains why I'm less smiley on the pic.
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...

Saturday's Show

...Was awesome!

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.....

Thursday...

...Is much better then Wednesday and it's oddities.

Also, it's Dress Day, so I put a on skirt...and socks this time. I admit that jeans take a bit away from the femininity of the skirt, and that's the whole point of dress Thursday isn't it?

I'm running out of ideas for how to pose in silly ways. I don't just want to stand there. I can't. So I channelled my inner Spice Girl....Daycare Spice I guess.

I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want!

The Weirdness of Wednesday

First of all, the name itself is WEIRD! And I keep having to look it up every time I need to write it. I mean, it's pronounced Whensday, but the written word has all kinds of Ds and Ns seemingly randomly placed through it.

So my Wednendsnday started in a bizarre enough way. (That I will not mention here, because, well because there ARE things I'd rather not let the cyberspace know about.) But it was unusual and the perfect unnerving way to start a day.

Then I lost a pair of pants. Yes, PANTS! Not a bra, not one sock, not an earring, a whole pair of PANTS. My favorite ones, those I needed after that morning's disturbing start. So I looked around the whole apartment, with Luna frantically making figure of eights around my pajama-clad legs because I hadn't fed those beasts yet. And the pants are lost. They are not anywhere, not even in the laundry....so I'm mourning...
But I'm pretty sure they will come up in a few months covered in dust bunnies and cat hair. Hopefully, they will still fit as perfectly. I'm beginning to believe my own theory that my apartment is infested with object-hiding Gnomes and Faeries. It would explain so much.

Then on the bus-ride to work, I spot this guy I see every morning. There are many teens taking the public bus to school, all with their own level of strangeness, ranging from gold-lame legging wearers to those with pants barely hanging around the knees. (What a stressful fashion that must be to follow...damn.) Most of them re-applying sparkly "pink-crush" lip-gloss or nodding to the sound of Avril Lavigne or Fall Out Boy blaring from their respective IPods.
But this one boy, he's the kind that could be pretty, 16-17 years old, short blond hair, blue eyes and all, but who obviously would attack if called pretty. This is the last thing he seems to want and I guess that's why he wears the whole bad boy costume: way too large, dirty, holed jeans accessorized with chains and anarchy symbols. Dirty leather jacket and worker's boots (un-tied of course). You all have a mental picture...
Now imagine mister badass here, sitting on a bus, talking to his badass friends, being all rebel and anti-society and unique...suddenly taking out of his rugged pack-sack a small bag full of vanilla, strawberry and cream cookies. Very *pretty* looking cookies, shaped like flowers.
And slowly starting to open them and lick the cream filling carefully before daintily eating the rest....

What the rest of the day has in store for me, I'm impatient to know.

I've come to expect that from Bjork...

...And honestly, it's one of the reasons why I admire her so much.

The world would be sadder, it wouldn't be the same without a crazed Icelandic singer who takes the stage wearing a giant hat of rainbow pompoms and pink aluminium foil dress. My world truly is a happier, more creative place just by listening to her music and wondering what will come next.

Love Bjork!

Anyone can laugh at me (looking at you, bro-in-law), but I'm still proud of saying it. Rock the pompoms Bjork!

Parsley...

*Gag* *Cough-cough*!!
I like Parsley, I really do. On food, and I like to watch it grow and harvest it and all.
But if you ever feel brave and want to do something daring.
Make yourself a Parsley Infusion. About a spoonful of dried Parsley with boiling water. Let it sit a few minutes, and let me know if I'm just a sissy.
God, the things we do when we've got to.... *takes another sip and gags*

Professor Brothers

A link to the complete collection of professor Brothers' clips. It has some language, makes fun of everything and will make you rewind a few times to be sure you just saw what you saw for a fraction of second. But nothing makes me laugh like a maniac quite like those movies. They have something unique about them. You can't grow old and die without having seen Prof Bro's clips...

http://www.superdeluxe.com/sd/series/professor_bros

I suggest the clip called "Jesus F*cking Christ" to introduce yourself to the kind of comedy. Open mind and Sense of Humor needed of course.

Just finished viewing "Future Thoughts" part 1 and2, and I'm crying, I'm crying! Need. to. watch. again.

Beware, parents...

Disney is coming out with a series of straight to DVD movies about Tinkerbell and her gang of multi-racial, politically correct fairies. The blue-haired Oriental one, the black one, and perhaps one of the red-heads is supposed to be Irish, who knows. That one in the middle, she even seems to have a pair of legs I can relate to.

So now I know what I will hear about all day long and see in every girl's bags at daycare in a few months.

I'm not complaining really, I think that Tink is hot. I prefer to see Fairies then Bratz as role-models. Those Disney Fairies are pretty cool too, they make it okay to have hips and thighs and small-ish breasts. They seem to have kept the 50's ideal of a woman's figure. It always surprised me how sexy they made Tinkerbell in the Peter Pan movie. With a skirt shorter then what teenagers are wearing today, bare legs, strapless dress and all.

I'm all for mythical creatures, bring the Fae on!

I'm also pretty sure I saw a preview for those movies awhile ago...and they played a song by Loreena McKennitt in it. HA! Maybe I'll be buying a Disney soundtrack soon. Haven't done that in years....

4000...

Oooh! Exciting! When I signed in this morning, the counter marked 4000 visits! A lot of them are by me....but I'm still pretty happy. Bring out the party hats, champagne and chocolate!


So today is Thursday...yes, that means Cat's Dress Thursday!

I must admit I wasn't thinking about it until I opened my closet this morning. And it was so damn windy and cold outside that I just had to cheat and wear pants under the little dress thing.


My little brother tried to be funny and put his morning egg in the picture, I didn't think I would post this one, but I have to admit it looks kind of cool. With the hand. And the egg. It reminds me of Bjork's video for Venus as a Boy. So I kept it. I guess little bro has an artistic eye.

Spring is here for real!!

Well, the temperature can finally be called "Spring-ish".
I can venture out without a hat and that alone makes me happy. That, and also listening to the birds sing when I wake up at 6AM. I missed that.
Over here, we still have a meter of snow in some places, but still, it should melt away really fast with that blinding sun.

Um...what else...this post is kind of pointless, only to reassure anyone that might read that I'm still alive...

Oh yeah, something weird but also slightly nice for the ego happened yesterday. While I was walking back home, with my big un-sexy winter coat and hair all over the place, an old man stopped in his track and looked at me with huge eyes and started saying wow-wooow! And he continued as I walked away (a little faster). I'm pretty sure he was intoxicated, and it would have freaked me out at any other time, but their was lots of people around, so I just took it as a compliment, a drunken compliment...from an old drunk...but still.
Like I once said, it's always old men, always at least over 50. There must be something about me that is appealing to them. So strange...

Ah, that's pretty much it....yep. Event of the week.

Being in love makes me totally boring I guess.

Cat's dress Thursday: Lily's Second Edition

Well, it's not that hard to wear a skirt to daycare after all. I don't know why I've been prejudiced against it for so long...it's even kind of fun, I feel less frumpy. I strut more on Thursdays...

Thanks Cat! You're making me a Lady. Next step is the corset, petticoat and high-heels I guess.

The only problem is the socks really....you can see their dotted cuteness on the picture, that's why I had to lift the skirt a bit. I loved them. They are above the knee...but I keep having to pull them up, as they tend to bunch down. And this could get tiring very, very fast. I have the feeling that I will have rolled them down around my ankles before the day is over. That will be very cool-looking I'm sure.

Why can't all socks be the same?? You never know if they will be hateful like that until you wear them a whole day.

April's Fool!

According to Wiki, one of the explanations for April's Fool's fishes that we stick on the back of others is a derivation of what they did in 16th century France (or around that time).

Apparently, in April, the Sun quits the zodiacal sign of the Fish....and so the French used to place dead fishes on the back of their friends....yeah...don't ask me how, I've been trying to figure that out since I read about it, and I always end up with disgusting mental pictures. Dead fish...eek...


Anyway, I've got no idea why the kids are so particularly affectionate today. I've been getting hugs and pats all morning and.....

Okay....I realize that nobody here is a four years old, I can't fake innocence here. But it's always great fun to pretend I haven't noticed a thing when one of them slaps me hard on the back and even makes sure that the scotch tape is well stuck before running away laughing, pointing and telling the others loudly.


There is one disturbing thing though, apart from the fishes they decided to stick in my hair obviously, it's that one of the kids managed to stick one on my butt without me even knowing of it before I took that photo...

Yeah the photo....the only reason I'm willing to put that picture up without cutting it above the butt area is to show that one fish, so lets just please focus on the fish and not it's surrounding, my friends.

Happy April's Fool day!

Cat's Dress/Skirt Thursday

A few weeks ago, Cat from Princess in Galoshes http://princessingaloshes.blogspot.com/

instigated a special revolutionary day because we Ladies seem to have forgotten the art and pleasure of skirt wearing, especially a work.


And nothing says femininity and pretty like something that no man, unless they are Irish and very traditional can wear.


The Revolution is here! Dress Thursday!


The verdict from people at work was unanimous, I am Cinderella! Never mind that my "dress" is brown and unflattering, and that I wear striped tights, today I am a Princess. And that is why I love working at a daycare! Kids, they always notice when you put on a green ribbon or anything uncommon. It becomes the event of the day.

Update

Hello Ya'll! And a slightly late Happy Easter.

I'm not dead, fear not! The cats did not eat me in my sleep.
Just really busy and lacking anything interesting to say.

Will be back soon enough, because from experience, I can't go too long without sharing meaningless thoughts with the world.

Meanwhile lets all wish that Spring will actually come this year, and that Global warming hasn't finally come and brought perpetual Winter upon us in Quebec. It sure looks like a possibility....

I Miss Phoebe!!

A while ago, they showed reruns of Friends at supper time, so I always had my daily episodes to watch on week days.

Now they don't anymore, and I realise that unlike most people, I didn't watch to root for Rachel and Ross (a pretty boring couple if you ask me), or to be amazed by Rachel's many hairstyles. What I loved was the amazingly original decor and wild colors of the girl's apartement....and of course....Phoebe! God that girl was entertaining.

Reasons why Phoebe Buffay is Hot:

She writes and sings songs with titles like: "Smelly Cat", "Sue, Sue, Suicide", and "Ode to a pubic Hair".

Some of those in front of an audience of kids, thus earning herself the title of the Lady who sings about the Truth.

When allowed to change her name to anything, she comes up with the super classy: Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.

Refuses to eat "Food with a Face".

Doesn't believe in Gravity.

Talks to inanimate things and to dead people (either looking up or down according to where she guesses they ended up.)

Still seems to believe in Karma and Reincarnation.

When she is working out, she runs the only way it's fun...like when she was a kid and running away from Satan (the neighbor's dog). Arms flailing around wildly.

She creates truly nightmarish paintings/sculptures featuring mutilated, half-crawled out of their frame recycled dolls and babies, and she thinks they are beautiful yet they terrorize her friends.

She was a homeless kid by the age of 14 and never went to college, but she met with a small group regularly behind a dumpster to learn French.

And those are only a few reasons....I really need to go buy those DVDs now that they are out...

Torn about St-Patrick...

For every holiday, I try to find the origins of the celebration....usually, they all come from some obscure and cool pagan tradition. But for St-Patrick's Day, one of the days I like the most...I found nothing! This is truly a 100% Christian holiday. Shocking!

And it's not pretty either, it commemorates how that Saint Patrick man converted or drove out all the pagans of Ireland. That is sad in itself, because Ireland was and still is such a mythical and magical place. The people really do believe in the fae world and in leprechauns even though most Irish are now Catholics.

So I'm kind of torn...it might be the only day that I dislike the origins of, because it kind of celebrates religious intolerance...yet I DO like what time did to it, I like the modern version better. I like the idea of green everything, parade, leprechauns and shamrocks. Look what they do to their river in Chicago! Crazy!! You learn something new every year....

Happy Shamrock Day!!!

Tricot Machine!

Oh! I'm so excited! I got two tickets to their show in April!

The first one was sold out, but I got two of the last tickets for the next one! weeeeee!!! A pretty little intimate Bistro-like theater...it will be so fun. And I'm going with my love of course.


I LOVE Tricot Machine!

They are so original and cute and just...so ordinary. You feel like they could be the cute couple living next door.

In fact they became my "model couple" that I look up to when I need to be convinced that real, honest love does exist. They seem so into each other. And most of their songs are about relationships, simple pleasures...and winter. What's different though, is the way they do their songs. They are kind of childlike and innocent, but often with powerful meanings hidden under the flashy colors and cheesy lyrics.
They are the ones who wrote The Mitains song, by the way.

To discover Tricot Machine and see a few of their videos....here is their MySpace
http://www.myspace.com/tricotmachine

You have GOT to be kidding me

Good god, what is that?!

Is this...is this really serious? For real??!

Some toy designer somewhere thought this was a perfectly fine shape for a child's Toy...and no one else involved in the making of this thing SAW what I see???

Is my mind just very dirty?

Oh Dora.....and I thought the Bratz dolls where bad....

Une Histoire de Mitaine

J'avais un trou dans l'pouce et j'étais carreautée.
J'me suis r'trouvée dans slush la gratte venais d'passer.
Tu comptais sur cinq doigts et tu étais gauché
Tu es tombé d'une poche sur le trottoir glacé.

J'ai faillis me noyer
Toi te faire écraser
Quand des passants dévoués nous on accroché
Moi sur un parcomètre, expiré mais quand meme...
Pour toi ce fut plus dur, sur un pique de cloture.

C'est juste une p'tite rangaine
A moitié réussit
Une histoire de mitaines plutot mal assorties
Une histoire comme j'les aimes, toute effilochée
Avec un Happy End qui vient tout rattraper.

J'te fesais des tatas de bord en bord d'la rue
Tu fesais ton tarla comme so t'avais rien vu
Une main m'a ramassé en fin d'après-midi
Poursuivant son chemin elle t'as pris toi aussi

Tout mouillés en tapon dans un sac d'épicerie
Laine contre cuir, tu m'as enfin souris
J'ai vu qu't'étais pas con, t'as vu qu'j'étais droitière
On a séchés ensemble sur le calorifère

C'est juste une p'tite rangaine
Plus ou moins réussie
Une histoire de mitaine plutot mal assorties
Une histoire comme j'les aimes, toute effilochée
Avec un Happy End qui vient tout rattraper

Je l'sais que c'est quétaine
Mais c'est l'histoire qui m'vient
L'hiver quand on s'promène pi qu'tu me tient par la main....


-----Tricot Machine

Warning: Girl talk, guys will be bored.

First of all, I'm on fire!
Seems like I'm in one of those moods when I need to share every little un-important event, detail or thought. I feel awefuly talkative. A Blog is just perfect for that, no one is forced to read really, and those around me are probably very thankful.

I can just imagine myself, during art time at the daycare..."Jeez, I DO wonder if condoms contain catnip...???"
Or at the breakfast restaurant with Sis and Bro-in-Law, "Hey Guys! Look at all the funny faces I can do!!.....Hey! By the way...You know where Valentine's day comes from???"

Anyway, the latest thing that got me thinking and slightly alarmed is what I heard a few mornings ago.
Fake sugar is probably making people more fat then the real stuff. They call it edulcorant in french, the chemical they put in diet cokes and other diet items. The very same stuff I put in my coffee even if it has a slightly nasty taste.
Well apparently, when the taste-buds detect sugar and the body isn't receiving any calories from it, The Body, like it so often does, freaks out. And lord knows how or why, starts to pile on the pounds.
Fuck! Nothing is guilt-free now!
The body has outsmarted us. We will have no choice but to eat the sugar, but cut on it or get overweight.
What's even more frustrating, is that the natural option can't even save us this time. I was often using powder from the Stevia plant, which is pretty much botanical Splenda, with no calories at all.
But the results are the same if what they say is true. Body tastes sugar, Body doesn't get it, Body freaks and fattens. Damnit!!

In other girl-talk news....Oh my god!! I think I'm totally falling in love this time! And it's been
barely two weeks....even though it feels like a much longer time.
I'm all giggly and stumbly and dreamy, like that Fergie song that's always on the radio these days...I feel so lucky.

Also Unafraid of Silly Questions....

I'd like to ask any of you readers who are cat owners....

Do you by any chance, know if preservatives...also known as rubbers (still un-opened of course!)contain some kind of substance, (perhaps catnip???)....that will make a cat suddenly go black-eyed, wild and crazy and all claws out as if you've presented it with a whole package of toy-mice??
Maybe some things will forever be unexplained......
Freaky.

Not Afraid of Ridicule!

I've been reading about character drawing techniques these days, and I came upon something pretty interesting.
Apparently, animators often draw with a mirror nearby, and they use their own facial expressions to render them in a more realistic way on the cartoon's face.

That's simply genius, and I've never done that....I usually go with memory and wild guesses.
So today I took a camera and had a little fun.
Yes, you may laugh!

I totally recommend that activity on a boring day, even if you don't plan on drawing cartoons anytime soon!
It will also help you to engrave in your mind which faces you should absolutely not make while your picture is being taken on other occasions.

Off-topics

---Oh my God!! Friday at last!
----Damnit! I'm eating way too much chocolate and crap these days!
----So sweet, Butterflies are growing each day!

Happy Lupercalia in advance!

I want to wish everyone a happy, sexy Lupercalia day! I just love that word....

It's a nice change from boring old, commercialized Valentine's Day.

I'm pointing out the obvious again and being a total Valentine Grinch...but seriously, the stores are chock-full of red and pink cheaperies and waxy-chocolate and it's all been there since Christmas. The amazing volume of everything heart-shaped they put out each year and that people actually pay good money for is bewildering. Those monstruous, giant pink animals that will get sold for a dollar at yards sale this spring...unbeleivable.

I'm honestly wondering when they will start commercializing St-Patrick's day like that?? Now that would be cool. I know I could really enjoy the idea of green and gold everywhere, and Leprechaun and clover merchandise and more shimmery Top hats, Irish Bread.....yep, I don't think I would complain.

Though it might piss off the cunning Irish Faery-folk and then we'd all be in trouble....they'd try to steal our first-borns unless we guess their name....and who wants that, really?

Still, don't you think that Rossetti painting is the sweetest, most romantic thing ever??Why have I never seen this before??

So wether you are single, dating, engaged, married, divorced, vowed to celibacy.... Have a great day filled with Love, we all have someone or something to love and if not, Love yourself damnit! And remember what sexy Christian from Moulin Rouge quoted: "All you need is Love!"

Stuff I didn't Know...

I've been aware for a good while now, that most celebrations and holidays we have today, including the very Christian ones, all have some kind of ancient pagan origin. It's only logical, the pagan traditions were there loooong before the relatively new christian ones. (The reason why I find them so very interesting.)

It's quite entertaining to look around the web and in books and find original significations that most of the times would mortify the religious folk.

Now, we all know about Christmas, called Yule, a time to celebrate the Sun in the middle of Winter (later converted to Son=Jesus=Birth.)

And Easter=Ostara, feast of Eostre, bunny-goddess of Spring and fertility and Re-birth.

But I never thought of looking into Valentine's day. I was satisfied with the story I heard of a priest or monk called Valentine who married two lovers illegaly and got martyred. Is that how it went?? Anyway...this year I got a bit curious, and not surprisingly, February the 14th was celebrated long before any of those "Saints" walked the earth.

Lupercalia---an ancient Roman festival. A Lover's festival actually, that honored the Goddess Juno (or Hera) and the God of Nature Pan.

Cupid, son of Venus is also involved in the tradition of course and is very present even today, doing his thang.

Back then though, there were no silly chocolate box or red roses or Spas....no, it went straight to the point: On that day, young men and women drew names from a box, and thus picked a sexual partner for the year to come. How simple! And here we are trying to be all romantic and stuff.

I find it so funny that everytime you find something about ancient roman holidays, it's often like...Oh!! Today is the day to honor this or that God/Goddess/Creature, lets eat together, run around naked drinking wine and have lots and lots of crazy, wild sex in the woods!

Those Romans, they sure seemed like a fun-loving nation....almost Hippy in fact.

And to think that the image I had of them was the legions of dead-serious soldiers from the movies....

A Shiny little Ray of Happiness!

Well...it took way less time then I expected to get over myself and look for, and find.
And now I'm all bubbly, because this is finally something that looks sane, and positive and 100% enjoyable and comfortable.
And I've got a good, warm feeling about it.

A year ago, I had met that great guy...we went out a bit, and it was fun. But at the time, I wasn't ready to let someone in my life, and I got scared and broke it.
I always had him at the back of my mind though...he stuck there, like few people do.

Now more then a year later, we decided to give each other a chance again. It was a great decision...really is. I realise now, that even if I thought past relationships were going really good, I still never felt so at ease being with someone, in conversation or silence. And God is he pretty! And sweet!
Feeling Happy! Butterflies!

GAH!!

So it seems like Nelly Furtado has decided that blonde really is her color!

Can you explain it? I sure can't!

Why would one want to appear older and washep up??

Yes, we all make deplorable mistakes like that in our life...but she is keeping the blonde! It's been on her head for month! Honestly....

(I DO applaud the fact that she still says NO to botox. Bravo!)

More...More, MORE!

There are a few things in life that are so pleasurable that they can only be called orgasmic. Okay...let's make this "Tantric orgasms" even if I'm not completely sure it's the word I'm looking for, ya'll probably know what I mean.
Things that make you go Mmmmmm....that make you feel at peace with the world for a moment. Heaven.
I want to compile a list of those simple pleasures and write it up somewhere in my apartment to always be reminded that life is excellent because those things exist.
Here are those that come to mind, but feel free to add, the more diverse the list, the better. It's always nice to try new things too...

-Taking a hot bath...and not just hot, *burning* hot as in lobster, even if it's totally bad for the skin and all. With bubbles and essential oils? Even better.

-Making and tasting a cup of homemade hot-chocolate. Seeing the dark chocolate pieces melt and disolve in the milk or cream....mmm.

-Listening to a song you really love at full blast and feeling it trough your body.

-Sinking into a fresh-smelling, super comfy bed with lots of heavy blankets and huge pillows after a long day. (Knowing that you don't have to wake up the next day takes it to the next level.)

-Finding when you least expect it, a beautiful piece of clothe that fits perfectly....and is on sale.

-The taste of sweet strawberries dipped into fresh whipped-cream....

...Right , your turn!

A Feminine Mystery explained

Men can be fucking complicated to understand, but let's face it girls, we are the Queens of complications. We should try to understand why men get so bewildered and frustrated by some of the things we do, because sometimes, we just don't understand our own behavior. At least I don't.

Let's take the classic "I've got nothing to wear!!!" drama that usually occurs when in a hurry to get somewhere.
We've all been there...in my case, I can be found complaining and moaning in desperation to my cats, and they don't really give a damn and just look at me benevolently like I'm beneath them and their constant state of Zen. But it's so frustrating.
To men it must seem totally insane, because most of the time, our closet is exploding with every dress and shirt and skirt immaginable, and most of them fit pretty well and are perfectly appropriate. Yet....we have nothing to wear! Can't wear *THAT*!!!

So sometimes, when things like that happen...I start to space out and think...but why....why is that so? It's not logic at all....
That's the explanation I came up with....
When we go out. We have a pre-conceived idea of what we want to project. And it's quite precise wether we realize it or not. We get all minded on a particular character, or role or persona we want to be. And it's all done in our mind, but the challenging part is creating it in reality. Finding everything to solve the puzzle. The fabric, the color, the fit, the shoes, the jewelery, the hair....they are all determined in our subconscious, but we don't know them, we must guess. Try many many combinations.

Sometimes we are lucky, or that mystery persona has been created based on a new piece of clothe and life is good. And birds are singing and we feel pretty and perfect.
But sometimes, it remains forever a mystery and we end up crying and putting on anything that is acceptable and feel off for the rest of the day or night.

And that's how, my friends, I explain this mystery.
But you know...maybe it's also simply our mind telling us that we need to go shopping ASAP.

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Oh Heath....

Rest in Peace...

A wonderful actor and one of my first movie crushes in a Knight's Tale.....

Only 28 years old, with a wife and little girl. Apparently, found dead from a sleeping pill overdose in his apartment.

This is so shocking...and sad. A very bad way to wake up this morning.

Makes me mad and worried....are there no other ways to deal with problems or have fun then intoxication? I'm thinking drugs, alcohol...everything. Both for celebrities and real life people...it's too pointless to leave this way so soon....moderation!!

***edit***Apparently, he wasn't with his wife (or fiancée?) anymore....still, he had a two years old child....

The Fear in the Boy, The Fire in the Man

Of course, the title is from a Tori Amos song, it's the kind of idea that I feel but can not think into words...

It's made me wonder...since I seem to have a hard time connecting with new adults in my life, and it's mad-easy for me to be-friend random children...
Maybe I can't fully feel close to a grown up unless I've known them as little kids (as in my family and old-time friends), or until I catch a hint of the innocent child we all still have hidden somewhere underneath the grown-up costumes and makeup.

And that might explain why I tend to flee relationships with men who hide that child too well.
When the vulnerability shows a bit, even for a moment, a spark in their eyes, when I can really feel I've had a clear glimpse, even for a few seconds of the boy in the man...in a way, I'm reassured that they are a true person, just someone else that comes from the same place we all have. That learned to walk, to talk, that was scared of werewolves and ghosts. I know I can trust and allow myself to feel. Because that man was once a child .....

Random Updates....

At the end of fall this year, I bought a few little pumpkins with the good intention of making all kinds of baked-goods. I had a whole list...cookies, soups, pies....very excited as I always am when faced with a new project.

Today I realized with shame that they are still sitting in a corner of my kitchen's cooking space looking rather like this:

Sorry pumpkins, I never gave you the chance to fulfill your destinies...

Also, I'm growing out my nails a bit, for personal reasons.ehehehe. But Oh my God! I need to be careful with those! They are barely 1 mm and a half and I almost mutilated my little brother's arm this morning. Can't think of what I would tell a parent who asks me why their kid comes home looking like they've been into a rabid Lion's den...

And speaking of daycare...things are going better and better. Everyone is getting used to everyone and everything, there are less urine-related incidents everyday, and french is slowly but surely becoming the first language around. Amazing!

A Favor

Ok, this is a small favor for my brother in law....he's created an online city called "St-Hostie" which is the equivalent of St-Shit, or St-Damn...or I don't know, St-Fuck...it's pretty hard to translate Quebec's swear words to convey the real meaning anyway....

So here's the link, every time someone clicks on it, it adds a citizen to this offensively named town. Please entertain a bored guy. Haha!

http://st-hostie.miniville.fr/

A Coffee Shop

Yeah, I haven't blogged a lot these days. I kind of have been on a cloud...and also very busy with illustration work and being back to work in general.

My little sister announced me yesterday, that a new Coffee shop is opening next week in old Ste-Therese, which is the old part of our town, very near where I live, where all the cute little boutiques and shops are, (and also where the local bums and cheap whores like to stay, unfortunately.)

For the records, I LOVE Coffee Shops! I especially love the ambiance of the ancient-feeling ones. With books thrown around and wood, and real whipped-creme on the coffees.

So, Brulerie du Roy (the Coffee Shop) is owned by friends of Sis and her Boyfriend. And that alone is already cool. What is even more though, is that she wants to quit her job as an underpaid (but very good!) hair-cuter at Walmart's Salon, and try her hands at working there. Sis is an excellent cook and very social, so that's super exciting news.
She'll meet the owners this weekend, so I'm sending her every positive vibes I can conjure. Possibly will look for a success spell too, I'm so excited about this!
As teens, Sis and Me, we made up dreams of owning a Coffee shop or Bakery. And it always seemed so right....

I don't really know why this gets me all revved up...Maybe it's a good presage, one can only hope. I've got the feeling that this will be something that will change the futur one way or the other. Let's hope my instincts are good this time.

Good Resolutions Reviewed

So last year at about the same time, I gave myself 7 goals for the year 2007. Lets review them shall we?
No1---Cook more, eat better (learn to cook bread)
Acheived?---Well, yes, yes indeed! Alright, I made pita bread....but still! Also, ate better, healthier food, and lost 20lbs! Greatness! Very proud.

No2--Clean Up apartment more often
Acheived?----Hmmm, 50% of the time, honestly. But that isn't so very important.....

No3--Stop seeking Love
Acheived?---Unless stop seeking love includes obssessing over impossible
guy, acting on impulse and raging lust and having a lousy one-night stand, which I swore
to myself I would never have....Then getting crushes after crushes over complicated men
and breaking some hearts, thus accumulating bad karma. I think I failed that one
miserably.

No4---Stop feeling guilty about celebrity crushes
Are you kidding? Like I had time for celebrity crushes this year....Jeeeez! Still, I freely
admit my love for Johnny Depp, Paul Bettany, Liv Tyler, Tori Amos and Helena Bonham
Carter.

N05--Work out in the fresh air 3-4 times a week
Acheived!---I walked home from work everytime I could in the good weather.

N06--Comb cats a day out of two
Oh my GOD! FAILED! I even forgot about that one. Poor Timine! Getting all those knots.
I'm an aweful kitty-mommy!

No7--Paint and draw more....
Well...I did one good painting which am proud of, and I did it only a few days ago.
Worked for books, but I don`t think that really counts....Will try again next year.

Todd, Sweeney Todd

Anyone who knows me the slightest bit knew I wanted to see this movie since I learned of it's making. I mean, a Tim Burton film? Great! With Johhny Depp?Awesome! *And* Helena Bonham Carter in yet another crazy costumed role? Sold! SOLD!

Let me tell you, it did not dissapoint.The quirckiness and strange feel of Burton's productions. The dark, moody sets almost all in shades of blue black and whites. Making the blood red really shocking whenever it graces the screen.

The weird characters, even though you could almost have taken Johhny and Helena straight from the set of Edward Scissor Hands and the latest Harry Potter, were beautiful. I just kept taking in the details of every dress she wore. The delicate black lace, the corsets, the petticoated skirts...the wild hair!!! So gorgeous. Now I won't spoil anything, but place all that gothicness, complete with snow-white skin and black eye makeup, and throw them into a sunny, shiny beach-set, and you've got the most awesomely contrasting images ever immortalized on film.

Of course, there were songs. And lots of them. And not all of them riveting. And not all voices were particularly fun the listen too (I'm looking at you Joahnna). But most people walked in knowing that it was a re-make of a Broadway musical. OF COURSE there are gonna be songs to explain everything!
Still, in the first 10 minutes of the movie, you could hear audience members groaning at every first notes of a song. At least 30 people walked out around the fourth one. I don't understand people. Honestly! No scratch that! I don't understand teenagers, and I never will. Because all of them were kids

So lots of blood, could have been a little subtler with the throat cutting and blood pumping...it's really my only complain. After two throats have been split right in your face, splashing towards the audience in all it's non-realistic glory, you kind of get the point already. No need to have 10 random more.

It was disturbing, dramatic, but still funny and morbidly beautiful in other places. So I reccomend it, and I will see it again.

Look what I got!!

Sometimes, it is really hard to find an appropriate gift.

Especially when it's for someone you don't know a whole lot like a school teacher...or say...a daycare educator. But it's still the tradition it seems to bring a little token of appreciation.

So from experience, the most popular "neutral items" are soap, candles, various candy and lately Bamboo arrangements. When all else fails, a Mall's Gift card. I always like that last one, I have to admit.

This year, I was pleasantly surprised though...inside a little red bag that I was sure contained a jasmine-blossom scented candle, I found this instead:


My God, isn't that the cutest little mug ever?! It fits in the palm of my hand. And most importantly, it contains a little bag of Belgian chocolate shavings and a recipe to make hot-cocoa out of it. I'm in love!
It's probably the least expensive gift I got this year, but it's clearly the one I love the most. Goes to show that often, less is more. It's the originality that counts.

Why? How?

Sometimes I really wonder how my brain works.
I never liked Ashley Simpson. She annoys me immensely. Her songs never got to me at all.
And then I see this new video of hers, and I can't stop watching it...again and again and again.....

Maybe it's because it reminds me of Gwen Stephani's video for What You Waiting For??
The Dali inspired background?
I just got this instant fascination for the fancy top hat, green dress wearing brunette Ashley, sitting and dancing on a floating giant Rubik cube. How out there and cool is that? The image is just something that works for me and keeps me coming back to the weird video. Perhaps it will even inspire a painting....I haven't painted anything in months!

So here is the link...beware, the tune is pretty catchy too, the kind that gets stuck in your head whether you like it or hate it. Ayayayayaya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1_KpDbZGIg&eurl=http://dlisted.com/

Your Woman

Does anyone know "Whitetown"? I don't, really, but I knew that one song back in the days, and today I've found the video, and I'm in love. The song itself has got some pretty great lyrics, but the video makes it even better. (Love the girl's hat)

I always thought it was funny that the singer, who is of course a man, sings from the woman's point of vue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ah5_KMT1soE&eurl=http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/white_town/your_woman/

Your Woman

Just tell me what you've got to say to me

I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth

It comes as no surprise at all you see

So cut the crap and tell me that we're through

Now I know your heart, I know your mind

You don't even know you're being unkind

So much for how your highbrow Marxist ways

Just use me up and then you walk away

Boy you can't play me that way

Well I guess what you say is true

I could never be the right kind of girl for you

I could never be your woman

When I saw my best friend yesterday
She said she never liked you from the start
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same
But you always knew you held my heart

Your such a charming hansome man
Now I think I finally understand
Is it in your genes? I don't know
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure
Why did you play me this way?

Well I guess what they say is true
I could never spend my life with a man like you
I could never be your woman

Recognizing our Strenghts

If there is one thing I am proud of, it's my ability to forget pretty quickly.

When there is still hope, I will dwell and hurt over something pretty intensely. I'm very emotional that way. Sucky love songs make me bawl when I'm in that state.

But when it becomes clear that a cause is just lost and hopeless, I'll not mourn for weeks and eat buckets of ice-cream while crying.
I like my mind like I like my apartment: un-messy and clear. And luckily, it is easily clear-able. Facts put all in order, good memories kept, bads in the trash, priorities and feelings redefined, a few bitching Tori Amos songs and a good night's sleep and I'm good and ready to leave everything messy behind and welcome new possibilities.
Life really is too short to waste it on useless worries. It's good to be myself again!

Also, I went to see "I am Legend" this afternoon. And it was the best movie I've seen in a long time. Very nearly cried twice....and movies these days are rarely making me cry.

8 AM Realisation

OH MY GOD! I've become Bridget Jones again!
Over-analysing, pathetic spinster Bridget, foolishly expecting her Daniel Cleaver character will change into a Marc Darcy type.

Laughing to cure anxiety

Our community is privileged enough to have a wonderful Santa Clause at our local mall. He really is great and authentic looking. You'd swear he's the real thing, and people travel from pretty far to come and visit Rosemere's Santa. With his real white beard and very blue eyes and rosy skin. What is awesome, is that he has the ability to not freak kids out.

So for me, having a cool Santa is kind of a normal occurrence, I had no idea, when I visited a Blog this afternoon, that some poor kids are not that lucky.

Just take a look at that priceless picture, captioned: Reindeer-breath Santa


Oh my God! I still have tears in my eyes and my stomach hurts from all the weirdo and plain fucked-up Santas out there. Head over to Suburban Turmoil for more gems such as St-Tropez Santa, Ritalin Santa, Hangover and Most Wanted Santas. You'll not regret it!

http://suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com/

http://suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-santa.html

Suede

Suede you always felt like suede
There are days I feel your twin peekaboo hiding underneath your skin.


And this.
Has power over me.
Not because you feel something or don't feel something for me but because.
Mass.
So big. It can swallow swallow her whole star intact.

Call me 'evil' call me 'tide is on your side'
Anything that you want.
Anybody knows you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon.

They are frayed and I fear.
My fear is greater than my faith but I walk. the missionary way.
You always felt like suede

Oh little sister, I hoped you wouldn't feel that way
Oh little sister I wished you wouldn't feel that way
Call me 'evil' little sister.
I guess I'd do the same.
Little sister.
You'll forgive me one day.

-----Tori (Goddess)Amos

Snow!

This morning, the radio woke me up with the news that we were expecting 25+ cm of snow complete with flurries in the next 24 hours.
Welcome to Monday morning!
I could almost hear kids everywhere screaming for joy. Of course, every school around is closed and there is plenty of snow to play in all day. An early Holiday, a gift from the heavens!

But as an adult, it's more like this. Get up at 6AM anyway, look at the pretty snow but admiration quickly fades to terror when it dawns on you that you will have to go out there very soon.
Bundle up in your biggest, most water/wind proof coat. End up looking like a purple and lilac Kenny from Southpark with your hood on as tight as you can.
Miserably walk through a feet or more of snow all the way to the bus stop, because the plow hasn't been on your street yet. All the while staring at your feet to protect your hooded face from the millions of tiny icy knives aiming for your skin.
And then waiting longer then usual with cold feet because people obviously drive like snails in that much snow. Already starting to imagine how the return home will be with twice as much of the white stuff to brave.

This is the reality of winter as adults. And then we innocently wonder why kids love winter and most adults hate it. That is why! Because we live in a foolish society who doesn't work with nature. We try to fight it. And this is a mad attitude.
In a rational, sane society, when 15 cm or more snow, or say an ice storm would be expected, we would all react appropriately and know that we could all just stay in bed and have a quiet family day at home. Nature is telling us to stay inside and relax a bit. Enjoy the prettiness of it all.
Snow storm? Everyone is encouraged, no, required to stay home with a blanket and hot cocoa. Every business is closed for the day. And that is that. It would save us so many miseries.

And then they ask themselves why so many people throw their sorry selves in front of the subway train in winter....

Tragic

Well, I guess I must get used to the idea. I'm really not that good with keeping plants alive. A sorry excuse for a Kitchen Witch I am.
I really thought I could do it this year. I brought in all the herbs I had grown on my balcony through summer before it became too cold. And for a month or two they looked fines. I took good care of them. (I even talked to those who looked poorly, to my embarassment.)

But now it's December 1th, and I really think that Basil and English Lavender are loosing their fight against indoors life. It really is a tragedy, I never had great hopes for Lavender , but the Basilic was thriving only days ago! I even used a few leaves on a pizza, and now it's withering.
And the little Lavender plant is drying up quickly, even if I water it and talk to it, and switch it places...it's in it's last days. And I'm trying to decide if I should just end their misery and throw them away along with the garbage this morning.

I should put up my christmas decorations this weekend anyway, so the hole in my life won't be empty too long...
Damn! I was really hoping on fresh Basil this winter!