Monthly Archives: June 2006
Find Yourelf To Be
| June 30, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sew your Blog
| June 29, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
Most people write journals with paper and pens. How lazy of them!
Though I intend to remain lazy and just type it all in here. Still, I can admire someone else who works harder.
Just Me and the Time Lord Fantasy
| June 29, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
I’m becoming addicted to the new Doctor Who. Season one is getting a second (though late night) run on CBC.
I used to watch it, I remember Tom Baker and Peter Davison and some of the companions like Tegan. I like the new actor but there is yet another new actor for season two of the new Doctor Who. Kind of annoying to switch to another guy. Just when you get one guy’s face into your late night fantasies you have to jump to another. Not easily done.
Yes, I admit it, I’ve always had doctor fantasies. Kinky ones. Like I’m the only one who was in love with Doctor Kildare when she was 12, or thereabouts.
Anyway, it’s hard not to feel for the current Doctor (the Time Lord) who has his planet blown up and all his people gone. What would it really be like to be the last of your kind, literally. We make movies and write books about the end of civilization but what if it was more than that? It would be strange to have no city, province, country or planet to call home. Where are you from when there’s nothing left.
What were your earliest fantasies, of a kinky nature? Don’t tell me, let me guess, it’s much more fun that way. For me at least.
The Detitled Post
| June 27, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
Another day, another… something or other.
Did you find a penny and pick it up today? People ignore pennies on the ground. I still pick them up sometimes. If it’s a quarter I will, you can use those for doing laundry. I get Zack to pick up change on the ground sometimes cause kids still like that free money and the chance of good luck.
I just had a call from the guy I met at the laundry mat here in town a couple of weeks ago. Nice to get called back. Maybe he will call again and invite me out for coffee. I left it up to him to do the inviting. Last time I offered for him to come over for dinner since he was driving out to California that night. He declined, which was fine.
Off to wash shoes today. Maybe some walls too. May as well do something while I’m up there climbing around.
Change Your Title as Often as you Change your Undies
| June 24, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
Titles get kind of bland after awhile. Too bad they can’t be more like soap operas, recycled dramatic endings.
Today I am going out to do laundry, again. Why can’t it just stay done? Also, I wouldn’t mind doing the laundry if I could at least come home, stick it in the machine and have it all politely folded and put away in neat and tidy piles. I started hanging up most of my clothes just cause I got tired of all that tidy folding into piles. Hanging can be more arty. It’s ok if they aren’t all perfect on their hangers. Instead you can hang them in creative ways, with the colours in patterns or randomly placed. You can even go by length and have the short things and long things arranged artistically too. I go for the total chaos look. It’s very arty.
I’m also getting groceries, after the laundry. It’s too bad there isn’t anything especially creative about grocery shopping. But, you can take a sort of road trip with the shopping cart. Some people try to get into race car driving this way. But really, you just can’t get much speed out of one of those carts. Road tripping is better.
Tour down each aisle. Pick out the interesting ingrediants, pickled items and assorted ketchups, mustards and fancy pepper. The jam aisle is interesting. Don’t spend too much time looking at the standards. Did you ever try ginger preserves? Then there are hot sauces, not my thing but my brother loves them. Look at the unique and odd things. Not so different from a road trip, stopping to see the farm produce, the tourist attractions and tiny towns that seem to have nothing till you stop and look.
This Post Has Lost it’s Title
It’s 1:30 AM. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person on the planet who plans to spend the early hours of this morning driving out to the bank (at least there won’t be any traffic this early) and then coming home to plunger the toilet.
Also, I admit I was just admiring my own boobs. Really, not bad for an old dame. Not boobs of steel but they have some perk left even without a bra. I’d add a scan but it’s not on this computer. You just can’t keep some things on the family-shared computer.
I’m tired and could stumble my way around in the dark and find my bed. But, I have to go to the bank so we have cash when the septic sucking man comes in the morning to rescue us from the possible raw sewage our house wants to inflict upon us. Having never seen that kind of raw sewage I’m not minding to go out to the bank and get cash, even though I am tired.
I was reading a book which took place during a Ren Faire. I’d like to get to one of those, sometime. Even dress up in costume. Princess for a day. I’d show them the true meaning of high maintenance. Once I found a way to catch their attention and make them rush to grant my every whim and wish. Yes, it’s a fantasy, but it’s mine… all mine!
Time to go. Finished the coffee.
Be kind to your plumbing. You never know when it may get tired of you and strike back.
Hometown Computer Withdrawl
| June 23, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
I miss my computer. It’s upstairs, ripped out from it’s umbiblical connection to the electric power of the great wall of… whatever great wall we have here in Canada, near me.
I keep thinking of things I would do if I was on my own computer. But, I’m not.
I’ve begun to have dreams about my computer. I think it’s sending me psychic vibes to rescue it from the dark hallway of powerlessness and quiet silence. It wants to beep again!
Poor thing.
Did you know that Skye gave the bird…
a new nest? She’s very brave. If you saw the picture of those baby birds you know they were truly ugly. About as far from cute and cuddly as you can get without running out of runway. You could say, Skye is for the birds. If you were so inclined.
Any Flimsy Excuse to Squish a Bug on your Monitor
You know you’re evil when something like “kitten in a sandwich” makes you laugh. Just so you know, I’m evil.
Today, now that I finally began moving things downtown to the apartment, I found a really interesting job here in town. I’m going to apply, to see what happens. Sort of a ‘why not?’ Why not? It’s a community news reporter, freelane for the local newspaper. Too bad I don’t still have the car, that’s one of the job requirements.
I am tired tonight. Tomorrow Gloria is picking me up at 9:30 and we are going out to Barrie to poke around the second hand shops. I’m getting pretty low on dough though, capitalist paper dough. The other kind I can manufacture myself, by the dozens even.
Are you watching Canadian Idol? I liked a redhead girl from London, Ontario but I don’t think she made it into the last batch of kids. I’m not sure cause it got pretty confusing at the end. I’m not even sure if I had her name right, Jen I think.
I like blogging at night. The TV is on behind me. Some foreign movie that I can’t understand but it’s making enough noise to remind me I’m not alone in the world. There may even be subtitles if I was turned around to read them. I’m not though. Too tired/ lazy/uninterested. The only problem are the dratted little flies and other buggie things. They love the light of my monitor. It sucks them in and then I slap them down. Not very nice of me, I know. But, the creatures keep drowning in my coffee mug and really… that’s just downright nasty of them. I have to choose between not drinking my coffee, plucking out their little black carcasses or just drinking them. I admit sometimes I just drink them. Protein and completely free and available. Suddenly I’m reminded of dating.
Hockey in Canada Tonight
| June 21, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
It’s the last game of the Stanley Cup. Why did Carolina show up? Didn’t they get the memo? Edmonton is taking the Cup home.
I’m drinking cinnamon coffee and my Mom and Zack are having nuked popcorn. We’re watching the game. They even moved Canadian Idol to the next day just so people could watch the game tonight and not miss out on the Idols. Canada does love their hockey.
Racing Across Canada
| June 20, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
Hitchhiking Race Across Canada
I wish I had my Internet working. I would hit on this as a cool site for Stumble Upon.
Brunettes!
| June 20, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
This came up on CafePress. I nominate it for my next mousepad, once the smiley face wears out. Not that it’s showing any wear and tear but I could use a good backup mousepad.
Brunettes rule, blondes drool!!
Don’t let my Mother or sister read that. 
Croc Knockoffs on My Feet
| June 20, 2006 | Posted by thatgrrl under Uncategorized |
Have you got Crocs or their knockoffs? I’ve got two now. I love them. I’ve been wearing men’s sandals so I have toe room and a shoe that fits me nicely without being way too long. Now I can get a medium sized Croc (knockoff so far cause I’ve only seen the original once) and they fit great. I like the colours. I have a light pink pair and a medium shade of blue pair. 
They are almost like walking around in bare feet. The shoes are light and have lots of holes so you can feel the breeze on your toes. I’m watching now for a place to get a third pair in a different colour. I’d especially like yellow, orange or red. Though a dark, more sober colour would be wearable for a job, once I have one of those job type things, once I move. *ugg*.
The big question with Crocs is… how do you wear your strap? All the pictures I found from their website have the strap on back. But, most people here seem to wear the strap forward, so they are slip-on shoes, like a rubbery clog. I like the strap forward cause I can slip them on and off my feet when I’m standing in line, hanging around at the laundry mat or shopping and just want to air out my toes.
