E-whining to somebody I have known since grade 4 about my singleness and this is what he said (typed) :


"Robin,

I know there is nothing I can say to make you believe any differently, but take it from me, I have known you for a very long time...we have been friends....and at times I wished we could be more than just friends. You are a very beautiful person to me...and always have been....your luck will change...keep smiling and don't give up. If you ever want to talk or go for a drink you know where to find me. I am here for you Robin."


I am thinking of whining a lot more now.

He's married to an awesome chick, and they have two beautiful daughters, so if you were thinking I should date him that's not going to happen.

So I was at my parent's place last night, my brother and his girlfriend came to visit and I was going to go and get Charlie and bring him back for a sleepover party. I started my car and all of the sudden I smell something REALLY weird, and then it starts spewing out smoke from under the hood so I get out and start yelling "MY CAR IS ON FIRE!" and my brother's girlfriend looks and says "Yeah it is." Then my brother comes out and looks, same reaction. My dad comes out and doesn't look too concerned (the smoke is now slowing down). So I say to my dad "Has this ever happened to you?" and my dad says "Everything has happened to me." So anyway we decide that I should leave it to sit and take my mom's car to go get Charlie. So I do. I get back and we all go into the dining room (which overlooks the driveway) to have dinner. Half way through dinner (it's dark outside at this point) there is a HUGE explosion/flash. My mom says oh it must be one of the pot lights...and I am like, oh yeah crazy pot lights. Then my mom says we should make sure to turn them off. So after dinner I say to my dad "Make sure to turn those lights off" and he says "It's not a problem." Then flash forward a few hours and my dad is saying "I don't think that explosion was a pot light I think it was your car, but we didn't want to upset you."

I drove it home today without turning the headlights on (which have not been working and are obviously the reason for the electrical fire and explosion) and I made it home.

Something else to pay for...it never ends does it?

You May Be a Bit Schizotypal...

A bit odd and socially isolated. You couldn't care less what others think. And some of your beliefs are a little weird. Like that time you thought you were Jesus.

So of course I looked up schizotypal and found this:

"characterized by a need for social isolation, odd behaviour and thinking, and often unconventional beliefs such as being convinced of having extra sensory abilities."

Okay A) I DO have E.S.P. and B) it's called "staying away from people who annoy me" not "social isolation". GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWD.


What Personality Disorder Are You?

So I had a dream that Charlie (my dog) ran away and so I went running all over the neighbourhood trying to find him...I went to the park which was FULL of kids and started screaming CANDY!! CANDY!! CANDY!! (which was my dog when I was a kid.)

Screaming "candy" in a park at a bunch of kids gets you weird looks I realized in my dream. Then I went to someone's house (that I didn't know) to wait for word on Charlie (Candy). The woman (that I didn't know) asked me to move because she had to change so I moved out of her way and then she says "NO you are standing in front of my leg". So I look and see that she has a fake leg. She removes that fake leg and puts on her other fake leg that matches what she is wearing. And that's all I remember.

Aren't you glad I shared that with you?

More working.

More getting id'd.

More YouTubing.

More Big Brother obsessing and chatting on the live feeds with my new friends who are just as addicted.

More of my mother telling me to put vinegar on my faucets.

Yeah now you are all caught up with me...

How's it with you?

I'm back.

I went MIA for a while because I started a new job and I got the Big Brother live feeds.

I miss all of you though, so I thought I would come back. I mean how long does it take to post a picture of my dog, say a bunch of nothing and visit 50 blogs?

Well that last part can take some time but I will get there.

So you are going through somebody's photos on Facebook right?

Looking at their family and friends and all of their happy happy joy joy times.

And you think to yourself, that guy needs to invest in some Crest white strips, or that girl should really rethink that outfit, or that person should maybe not suck lemons immediately before a photo op.

But do you say that?

Of course you don't you pussies.

Oh yeah, neither do I.

Feeling really sad and sorry for myself.

Then I got i.d.'d

She looked at my i.d. and said "Wow, you've still got it."

That's right, the lady in the liquor thinks I still got it.

Or was she saying I am old?

Saying that REALLY annoys me number 6 million:

"AT THE END OF THE DAY 'blah blah blah'."

If you** say "AT THE END OF THE DAY" before a sentence you** probably think it makes you** sound so thoughtful and contemplative.

Well...

At the end of the day you** are still an idiot for using such a stupid expression.

At the end of the day some people are trying not to think about the day they just had because it SUCKED, so way to go reminding them about it.

At the end of the day if I hear one more cliche I am going to go postal on someone's ass fo shizzle.

**this is not "you", it's THE OTHERS.

Me: "I had a HUGE crush on you in high school."

(Yeah I had a few beers before I sent this gem out - but I really did have a huge crush on him)

Bob: "No way. What on earth did you have a crush on? Was it my sense of fashion or the bloodshot eyes? Come on...you're pullin' my leg. Where are you now and forgive me...the name is ringing bells but the animated picture is not really pulling it all together."

Me: "Ha ha! Yes way! I was friends with Lindsay (that's where I saw your name) and you lived on her street or nearby right? You were older and you talked to us, and you had puppy dog eyes. I'm in Toronto. (that's an internet lie folks, I told him where I actually am) Where are you?"

Bob: "I still don't believe you...well maybe sorta. The animation is a little daunting - guess I'm one to talk.

Facebook continues to be a really weird place."

Me: "I know totally."

(Can you believe I said "I KNOW TOTALLY" like some kind of valley girl? It's the Big Brother live feeds rubbing off on me I tell you, they say 'like' every 4 seconds. At least I didn't do that)


Me cont'd: "I remember you in your 'Barrie dinner jackets' and Kodiaks. Or that's what my memory is telling me."

(Yes this is how old I am, boys wore Kodiaks to school in my day. Also you can change Barrie for any hickish town nearby where you live)

Bob: "Dinner jackets - yes I did have a dinner jacket phase for a while didn't I, yup...I did. Had forgotten about those. Nice.

Alright then yes, you knew me and you are not just making it up."

Gotta love Facebook

I moved my dining room table out of the dining room and moved my computer in so I can watch the live Big Brother feeds and actually accomplish things like cooking, washing dishes and cleaning. Also it's nice to be out of the basement. I like my basement it's all finished and it's got a walk out to the backyard cuz I live in a backsplit, but I think it's probably good to get out of the basement for a while.
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My parents have a Kildeer family in their front yard, I forgot to take pictures, but anyway if you get too close to the babies (that are now running around on the ground) the mother Kildeer runs AWAY from them making all sorts of noise and then puts her wing up like it's broken to entice you over to her and away from the babies because you are supposed to think she is injured, is this a run on sentence? Anyway I will get some video and pictures next time I am there. I bet you can't wait!
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Have you ever seen somebody and you don't really know if you even know them but you hate them? Like maybe they were rude to you once and it wasn't so bad so you forgot kinda but when you see them you think I hate you and I have no idea why? Yeah I do too.

Dear fuckfaces,

Your selfish behaviour has been noted.

You suck beyond sucking.

I wouldn't walk across the street to help you out.

Actually that's a lie.

I would.

Still.

And it makes me mad at myself.

But have no fear, I will get tougher.

And you will have one less person you can rely on when you really need it.

Like Justin Timberlake says "What goes around comes back around".

Yeah I know he didn't say it first, but he says it the cutest.

So my employer has blocked Facebook which I don't really get 'cause if you have ever read the book The Tipping Point you will know that friends are very important business wise. They've never blocked Blogger which is silly, silly.
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I know it's been said a million times but people that say "to be perfectly honest" or "in all honesty" are obviously liars. I mean I don't have to warn people every time I am going to say something honest because it usually is. Or bitchy. Same deal. Actually I keep my bitchy hidden in real life and asplode it into my blog for therapy. Mostly.
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I am going to meet my first friend from YouTube today. It should be quite excellent. If you had told me a few years ago that I would be meeting people from the internet I wouldn't have believed it.

You know what made my day?

A 17 year old saying "Have a good one Miss!" at the store.

This is what makes old people happy.

This new "Mozilla Firefox tells me how to spell" is REALLY bugging me.

It is all American spelling.

I had NO idea how many words we spell differently until I got this little feature.

It will always be favour and humour and licence and zed.

Got it yanks?

Yeah yanks doesn't get underlined, that's a REAL word.

Oh wait, it is, like she yanks their chains.

Oh and while we are at it, Thanksgiving is in October.

Alright it's Big Brother tonight people!

And nothing says "I stay in my basement and don't have sex in the summer for a whole 3 months" like Big Brother.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

A woman asked to use my cell phone today while we were standing in a MALL. I don't know, maybe it's just me but that's weird. And it's not like I even had my cell phone out, she just asked if I had a phone so she could call her husband, no emergency, just wanted to call her husband.

My hair is actually okay today. I didn't get it styled or dried after it was cut yesterday and it was 5000 degrees out so it curled and poofed and I don't even have curly hair. So anyway today is much better. A girl I work with said my hair looked so good (she asked me if I coloured it, so the cut can't be too dramatic - just to me)

I did this thing on CNN dot com where they show you 4 videos of people in complete darkness walking and the only thing you can see is some lights that are attached all the way up their bodies. You have to figure out if it's a man or woman and if they are gay or straight. The researchers believe we can tell just by the way someone carries themselves.

I got FOUR OUT OF FOUR RIGHT.

You should try it, it's under health on the CNN website.

Researchers say this is further proof that gay is a gene, not a choice.

I got your proof right here researchers.

Do you think I would actually choose to like males if I sat down and really thought about it?

Uh no.

Kidding.

Sort of.

Who goes to Magicuts and says "Do whatever you think, you're the expert"?

Yeah me.

I have a little project for you.

ONLY if you have a dog.

Give your dog a bath.

After their bath towel dry.

Let them run around in your house for a bit.

They will do this anyway.

Just wait until they stop.

Then smell them.

Do they smell like Swiss Chalet to you?

That is it for me and quarter chicken dinners.

People that put re: in the subject line of an email.

I didn't send you anything so the email you are sending me FIRST is not re:

It is just a SUBJECT.

You create the subject and if I email back it is then RE: YOUR SUBJECT.

Continued rant from below.

You know those chicks that say "Girls/women just don't like me" ?

Yeah well it's not because you are hot (which I am SURE is what you think) it's because you are a bitch, so try getting over yourself and make some female friends.

So the oldest guy in the world is chalking his longevity up to not drinking. 114 years of not drinking? Sounds like he already died and went to hell but nobody told him.

Reasons to drink:

Those fucking imbeciles that brake 3 minutes before they signal. What is the point in signaling AFTER you have already come to a complete stop???? Maybe "Mr. I'm 114" doesn't drive.

Dealing with insurance companies. Do you guys just laugh and laugh to yourselves when you're mailing a claim back to somebody for the fifth time because you need more information? Do you have contests to see how many times you can send it back with NO MONEY before somebody shows up at your office with a bat? Do you not have phones? Cause I do and you could call me if you need to know something.

Celebrations, get togethers, money pooling for gifts for people who have NEVER and will NEVER celebrate me. Fuck yourself.

These new television shows where people are just NASTY and RUDE to the contestants or participants. When the hell did we decide that it was entertaining to watch some jerk ridicule people to the point of making them cry?

NOT FUNNY. STOP IT.

And on that subject how come every panel of "experts" is a 1 female to 2 male ratio?

Experts. Pffffffft.

Somehow I doubt that.

Nice package on a licence* plate

equals

Guy** who is too lame to find somebody to check it out.

Raymi we should start a tooliest licence plates contest.

And if you click on the pic you can see where this tool hails from, or at least where he buys his cars.

*yes that's how we spell it here in Canada

**yes I saw him

So my brother who is a HUGE Ottawa Senators fan and his lovely girlfriend went to game 3 of The Stanley Cup on Saturday night. And Ottawa won 5-3.

They ended up in the same section as the Prime Minister of Canada.

Not a bad Saturday night.

He's gonna kill me for posting his picture on the internet again.

GO SENS GO!!!!!

Life lessons from me to you...

Don't buy a $300.00 washing machine.
Don't eat nachos with cheese in your car.
Don't assume that the asshole who has his indicator on is actually going to turn.
Especially when you have cheese sauce with the lid off in your car.

And in other news...

I went to buy some food. I saw a rather unhappy looking guy. I walked past him. He turned around and said "SEE YA WHORE, SLUT, BITCH." I thought how weird. Then I saw a girl that worked there and she looked VERY uncomfortable. So I realized I was not who he was referring to as the whore, slut, bitch. Then I saw him PUNCH this guy behind the deli counter. Then I saw him throw something at the deli boy. Then a REALLY HUGE guy (like 6'5") that must have worked there came up and told the psycho to leave. Then the girl that looked uncomfortable started crying. Then I did my shopping. Then when I was leaving there were two cop cars and an ambulance outside. My jeebus.

You scored as One Intellectual Individual. You're a thinker. You see things from a very different perspective than the rest of the world, and probably find release and self-expression in music, painting, sculpting, or any other form of art. People see you as a deep person, full of knowledge that they don't understand. People are attracted to that, but there's a good chance you don't care.

One Intellectual Individual		100%
New Age Hippie		63%
Original Hippie		63%
Earth-Child		50%
Not a Hippie		25%
Pothead		13%

Today when I was driving to work a guy in a car beside me was blowing me kisses.

Nice way to start the day I'd say.

I guess it's all in how you look at it and how desperate you are for affection.

"NEW YEAR JACKPOT.

Sir/Madam,

We wish to inform you of the New Year direct selectlotto international promo under the auspice of Luckyday/Lotto Nl that your Email Address has won an Award sum of eight hundred thousand euros. Do contact the Agent/representative below for your Claim."

That's right bitches I won. Don't bother contacting me anymore.

Why are lawnmowers so loud? I mean seriously, can't we as a species come up with a way to cut a lawn that doesn't cause deafness? Also the trucks that beep when they back up? WE CAN HEAR THE TRUCK WITH THE HUGE ENGINE COMING TOWARDS US CAN'T WE? Who are the beeps for? Not deaf people. Not little kids because little kids would have no idea what the beeps meant and would be more likely to SEE the truck backing up towards them and move. And where the hell are their parents anyway?

Ha speaking of kids...I was walking in to a store yesterday, okay the liquor store, why must you always judge me? Anyway, this dude and his son were coming from the other direction and we all made it to the door at the same time. The kid walked in, then the dad and I looked at eachother and he said "After you." like the sweet gentlemanly type men that live in this area of the country always do (do they do it where you live? - It's AWESOME huh?) Anyway, I say "thank you", smile and walk in. The kid who was ahead of me hangs back at this point to wait for his dad, and as I walk away in a voice that was soft enough that he wasn't trying to let me hear the dad says to his son "Where was the little gentleman?"  Isn't that precious? They are raising a whole new generation of these dudes.

Moral: Life isn't all bad, except for the loud noises..

Something is wrong with my gum, where I had my tooth extracted, but two days ago when I went for my post-op check-up it was fine. Damn.

I talked to a couple of OLD friends tonight. We are going to get together. Yay.

Sometimes you don't answer the phone, that makes me sad. I hope when you need to talk somebody answers. Actually, my hurt makes me want you to feel the same thing I do, so I hope nobody is there to talk to you when you are lonely or scared, then you will know what it feels like.

Sad that I think that.

Had a tooth extracted. Tooth number 26. And then they drilled into my sinus cavity. Good times. But now I can go out and not be afraid to speak in someone's direction. The sound and feeling of a tooth coming out of your mouth is not the same as you remember as a little kid. It's louder, and much, much grosser. I can't even explain it. It's like a bad nightmare.

Oh and then last night I woke up and I was NOT breathing...I jumped up and started running around the room gasping for air like a goldfish out of water. Or I guess any kind of fish out of water. It was INSANE. I couldn't turn the lights out again afterwards because I was worried I would fall asleep and it would happen again. I think because the doctor told me to sleep with two pillows I inhaled spit while sleeping, you know when something goes down the wrong way? Yeah I think that happened while I was sleeping and then I woke up right at the gasping for air moment. SO freaky.

So anyway I fell back asleep eventually with the lights on like a little baby. Got up in the morning, all was well, or so I thought. Went to Tim Horton's to get a coffee before going to work and there were customers at both cashes so I waited in line. When one of the customers had finished and proceeded on with their coffee the cashier did not look at me or say "next", so for a 30 second period before the other cashier looked at me and said "What can I get you?" I thought I was actually dead from the not breathing incident.

I am SO not joking.

Also I spilled bleach all over my pants and my kitchen mat.

Dear Universe,

I think I am due for some good loving and boating karma now.

And now for your viewing pleasure (okay mostly mine) stolen from Momtheminx:

Memphis Steve said this about me:

Robin Alexa of A.K.A. Binsk - She's so easy going, and so artistic, you can't help but get caught up in whatever she's doing. She can throw on a pink wig and sing to a CD while videotaping it and you'll find yourself watching it over and over. She's the best friend you wish you could get back in touch with, the girl you tried to date but never had the nerve to ask out, the neighbor you had a crush on, and the quiet girl you had a class with who went on to appear in Playboy and shock everyone. Her writing is just whatever is on her mind, and if it only needs one sentence to say, then one sentence is all you'll get. Other times it's a paragraph about life or a book she loves or her dog. Whatever she has to say, every word is hypnotic. And did I mention how beautiful she is? Wow!

How cute is that? If he was single and Canadian, I'd do him. :)

Okay A, you know that commercial where the blondes and the brunettes dis eachother? It makes me want to find the fucker that wrote that and tear their hair out piece by piece. What the fuck kind of garbage is that? For anyone who is confused, i.e. people that don't leave their basements, women don't generally judge eachother by the colour of their hair regardless of what some pathetic people in advertising attempt to make us believe.

And B, the media asking whether South Koreans are concerned about a backlash from what a mentally ill person did is like asking redheads if they are worried about the way the Chuckie doll made them look. FUCK OFF.

Gimme an - L

Gimme an - A

Gimme an - R

Gimme an - R

Gimme a - Y

Vimy Ridge 90th anniversary

It is said that upon learning of the victory at Vimy Ridge, a soldier from France exclaimed, "C'est impossible!.", and upon learning it was the Canadians who had won it, replied "Ah! les Canadiens! C'est possible!."

That quote makes me want to cry and do karate kicks all at once.

Ooooh...I like this one.


"There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost." Martha Graham

I'm a Lotus Elise

"You believe in maximum performance and minimum baggage. You like to travel light and fast, hit the corners hard, and dance like there's no tomorrow."

Facebook is like so much fun and stuff. It makes MySpace look crappy(if it was even possible for MySpace to look crappier).

YouTube is still full of people crying and fighting and whining and being silly - I can't get enough really.

So you can see the reason I haven't been blogging is because I don't really have time to be obsessed over so many different things and do my job and other things that I have to do.

But I still love you. Well...not you, but the rest of you.

What's new with me?

Well I had the worst bout of pms this last month, I have been pretty good lately but this last one almost killed me. The best part was when I went to the dentist and he was about to fix my broken filling and I started crying and said I had to come back. This was the first time I had been to that particular dentist, which could have added to my nervousness, but also I'm sure made such a great impression. I have NEVER done that before. I have always been able to sit through a dentist appointment like a big girl.

Speaking of. This letter is good if you haven't seen it yet. It sounds a little like me. I wanna find this girl and be her best friend.

MR. JAMES THATCHER,
BRAND MANAGER,
PROCTER & GAMBLE

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years,
and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard
Core(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback
riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up
and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has
to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company
smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be
aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month
knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from
"the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is
starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces
violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my
body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to
call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body
amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen
quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers'
monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the
bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood
swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize
it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend
Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles
into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's
Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you
of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal
maniacs in capri pants.

Which brings me to the reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to
reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi
pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words:
"Have a Happy Period."

Are you fucking kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really
think happiness-actual smiling, laughing happiness-is possible during a
menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit
pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of
sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day
in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock
yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local
Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your
life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out,
man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad,
wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent,
like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you
just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective
immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have
chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will
certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your
brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always.

Don't read Jann Arden's journal on her website when you are feeling hormonal or you will end up a big blubbering mess.

I love that chick so much. She is wiser than Buddha. Okay maybe not Buddha, but she's pretty fantastic.

Her wise words make me weepy. <----(repeat that 5 times fast without screwing up)

Remember when I told you about a book called The Secret WAY before Oprah did?

Yeah well it's become SO huge it has overtaken the newest Harry Potter book on the bestseller list. Problem is, when something gets this big a whole bunch of people try and attack it which is exactly what is happening. I'm telling you this book (or DVD) is worth taking a look at if you haven't yet...don't listen to the naysayers that are stressed out that they could never write a book that would sell this well. Fucking naysayers.

Yeah I did it again.

You know how sometimes people fuck with you?

And you know how sometimes (or maybe most of the time) you know they are fucking with you? (depending of course on how much you pay attention, or how much you CARE that they are)

And you know how usually your first reaction is to get angry, or hurt, when you figure out that they are purposely trying to fuck with you?

Well I have a better way.

Fuck with them back. But not in a way that they will be able to figure out that you knew they were fucking with you first. In a very subtle 'they don't know where it's coming from and they can't figure out what is up' kinda way.

Serves them right, right?

P.S. Am I the last one over the age of 14 that didn't know this?

My Oscar thoughts...

Robert Downey Jr. is getting hotter and hotter. I didn't even know he was hot until tonight and now he's like magma hot.

Ellen is still funny.

George Clooney is still delicious.

Will and Jada Pinka Smith's son is adorable. I didn't see that movie so I have never seen him before.

I need to buy more pretty dresses.

And thus ends my completely superficial review of the Academy Awards.

*bow*

I think I have developed Blog ADD.

I visit, but if the post is over a sentence or two I can't stay focused.

I guess I need a break or something.

I know I said that already.

But I think I mean it now.

Or maybe not.

So my gas box, or whatever you call the thing that brings gas in to your house was COVERED, I mean COVERED in ice. And I didn't know this. So I drive in to my driveway and a nice man all dressed in orange coveralls carrying a Tim Horton's coffee jumps out of his truck as I am walking in to my house and says "Hi there, the meter reader called and told us that your gas meter is encased in ice, I haven't looked at it yet but maybe you could get your husband to build a little shelf over it so it doesn't happen again." So I say "Oh okay thank you." And then before he comes around to the back (he's still parked out front in his truck finishing his coffee) I run out back to look. The thing is not encased in ice, it is A CHESTERFIELD OF ICE, or SOFA OF ICE or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods.

IT'S HUGE.

Anyway my point is that I think it's funny when men come up with little projects, like building a gas meter shelter, for other men that they don't know. Especially when these little projects are for imaginary men like my husband.

Also I would like to thank my awesome internet friend for the Valentine's Day card I received today in the mail.

It's so cool.

And my imaginary husband isn't even jealous because he is very secure in our relationship.

So somebody named Catnip wrote this really nice tribute to smart female Canadian bloggers and I got mentioned as a smart blogger. Well yeah.

(Just kidding I don't brag about my brilliantosity too much, except for in emails to Sassy.)

AND I got mentioned in the same sentence as Raymi, which is always good.

They referred to Raymi as edgy and me as YOUNG. (Well actually they said that my YOUTH and Raymi's edginess DEFY stereotypes.)

I think my youth defies stereotypes because I have pretty much run out of it.

And I have no idea how to spell edgy. Is that right? It doesn't look right. I could look it up, but you know I'm young and can't be bothered. I've gotta go talk on the phone or something.

I think that invite only feature could be fun. There are a lot of people that I don't want invited to my net party anymore. Not you guys, you guys are aces.

I know we are all over Anna Nicole's passing by now. It's been three days for crying out loud, and we didn't even know her personally, and there is an upcoming President to talk about. Yawn. Anyway I'm not over it. I just left this comment on Rilah's blog. She posted that she was disappointed by all of the people that made fun of Anna Nicole. Me too. And not just after she died.

"I am quite broken up about it and said so on my blog. I think it has something to do with jealousy and insecurity on the part of the people who attacked her. If these people you speak of didn't have have their own insecurities overwhelming their judgement (and their mouths) they would see her as a whole person, who had her share of problems but also brought a lot of good to the world. I think it takes a bigger, more intelligent person to see her decline as just plain sad. She had a lot to live for, a tiny baby for starters. She was beautiful no matter her size and she did things her own way. It's very unfortunate that the people around her didn't do more to straighten her out. I only hope that if I got that messed up the people that care about me would help me. I am sincerely saddened by her death. It's a waste."

Yes I called Rilah and myself bigger and more intelligent than the people that mocked her.

Oh and that fucking jerk Zsa Zsa's husband who said some shit about how the baby could have been fathered by up to thirty different men. Why the hell would we listen to you? You are telling us that you cheated on your wife and you are making extremely derogatory statements about somebody who can no longer defend themselves. Why the fuck didn't you make this claim when she was alive? Oh because you are a LIAR. Fuck if somebody tried to slander me like that after I died I'd fucking knock a tree over on their fat ugly old noggin. And I'm sure it'll be extra specially nice for that little girl to read your slanderous quotes when she gets older. Way to go fuck face.

I didn't dye my hair really blonde, so this is my tribute.

Oh wait, I just read that her daughter is in the Bahamas. She's five months old and her mother left her there and went to Florida.

Okay fucked up on drugs or not I wouldn't even leave my dog alone in another country.

The country of his birth or not.

My baby was born in the Bahamas too.

Okay really, I'm done now.

There is a big controversy over in YouTube land. That diet coke and mentos fool shot to fame because he was a moron and now everybody knows about him and he is saying really stupid things and they are all shocked. Like somehow if you become famous your brain regenerates or generates, whatever the case may be.

My favourite quote:

"...I'm not sure what colour he is, I think he's Canadian."

Baaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaha.

If you want to see the controversy for yourself go to Renetto's video "Where are all the black people?" He is such a mope. And EVERYBODY of EVERY colour is telling him so. Fun times.

Tomorrow I am going to dye my hair really blonde in honour of Anna Nicole.

I am truly bummed.

Is there anyone else out there on blogger that has not been made to switch to beta or is it just me? It's starting to scare me a little.

Anyway. I have been thinking of running away from this blog for a while now. But I just can't yet. Maybe it's because of all of the totally awesome people I wouldn't know if it weren't for this little space right here. So I will stay for now.

Kathryn wins for best comment of the day.

"i like you and think you are pretty."

tkkerouac, also known as Raymi's mom, or Jack Kerouac's niece (or something like that) left me a question and since I am at a total loss for what to say on here lately I thought I would try and answer the question even though I don't quite understand it. Makes it more fun that way I'd say.

"I'm just visiting wondering what your all about, can you tell me more about your self help discovery?"

I am all about:

Johnny Depp, my dog Charlie, my family and friends, finding a new boyfriend that makes me laugh a lot, having at least one kid, vitamins, natural remedies, photography, beer, being happy, crossword puzzles, change, reality television, blogging, YouTube, seafood, euchre, singing, plants, road trips, Indian and Thai food, Muskoka, buddhas, spirituality, candles, Big Brother and Eminem.

I am so not about:

people who put on airs, watching the news, predictablity and routine, politics and the boring pointless discussions that come from talking about politics, women who speak in annoying "I am so sexy" voices on the radio, any morning radio show except for Howard Stern, football, guys that are really into sports (except hockey, that's okay), turnip, freezing fucking cold weather and snow, people who break promises or plans over and over, religion, insensitivity or wood panelling.


Okay my self help discovery...hmmm...

I have read many, many self help books. Is that what you mean? The latest one I read is The Secret and it's my very favourite because basically all you have to do is believe that good things will happen to you and they will. Oh and you should make a board with pictures of all of the things you want and really visualize having them. I haven't done that yet. I blame the cold.

SURELY you will be posting SOMETHING in your blog about the Superbowl half-time show…tell me you saw Prince perform in what can only be the best half-time show I've ever seen.

Holy crap, he did "Purple Rain" in the rain! And the stage was lit up all purple! And someone here is trying to tell me that he wasn't really playing the guitar, just because it was electric and everything was wet and all. RIGHT! I told him to shut it. (In my head, I mean.)

This is from my buddy that I have known since we were 12 or 13.

We used to watch Purple Rain over and over again. And Flashdance.

My 3 year old Goddaughter said to my friend the other day "Mommy I want a new Fairy Godmother because I never see mine."

Ooops...I better go visit soon, and bring bribes.

First I have to find my wand and my tiara.

Hey Robin, how are you?

When I was in Mexico City recently I had a dream about
you.

You and I were at a house party and Josh Duhamel (or
however you spell his last name, guy from that show
Las Vegas) was there.

He was hitting on you and I asked him if he was dating
Fergie from Black Eyed Peas.

He was evasive. He really liked you though and then
admitted that he was dating Fergie but since she is in
show biz she is cool with his dating other people.

Hmmmmm...it sounded good until that part about Fergie.

Heya.

Charlie is having an awesome birthday. Thanks for all of your nice birthday wishes. He got an email today from Dogster (his webpage) and TWENTY FIVE BONES!!!! Okay they are cyber imaginary bones, but still it's the thought that counts. AND he had half a raw steak (the REAL kind). I have learned that feeding dogs raw meat is very good for them, even though it sounds totally stupid in our "dog food culture". Actually "dog food culture" can be used to described most of the food we eat too. AND I just coined that phrase two seconds ago so I want props if it goes big, even posthumously, even though I plan on living to 106.

Also I did my own American Idol video. I was singing Ben by Michael Jackson. When I listened to it back it sounded like I was being strangled. I think this should be recommended therapy for all people that think they can sing.

My puppy is one!

Here are some birthday ideas we have come up with:

Bacon, meat, cheese flavored bacon, bacon flavored meat, peanut butter flavored cheese, and bacon flavored bacon suggested by Shadowdog. Assorted animal poop and small half-decomposed forest creatures for him to run around with, and a nice mix of cat poop for an after roll aperitif suggested by Madame D. A beef shank from the butcher suggested by Mike. And treats and a ball or something suggested by Marianna. And the ball that he has to move around in different directions so it spits out a treat suggested by Sassy. And a girlfriend suggested by Hedy.

Actually he'll probably just get what Marianna said with a side of Sassy, the rest are too hard for his mommy to deal with.
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Apparently everybody is being forced to be a beta blogger. This has not happened to me yet. Do you think maybe blogger forgot about me or something?

Speaking of, when you switch to beta blogger do you still get that little yield sign with the exclamation point and the dancing circle of bricks around it???

If you don't I'm suing.

Charlie is going to be one year old on Thursday. Every time I see him I say "Hi almost one year old!!!" Don't even try to imagine the excitement that is my life, it is beyond comprehension.

Anyway if you have any good ideas for what one year old dogs like to get for their birthdays let me know.

Speaking of anyway...yeah we were, go back and check...does anyone else want to punch holes in walls when people say ANYHOO??? ANYHOOOOOOOOOOOOO. ACK!!

How about ACK?? No, I think I like ack. It's very descriptive and silly. Perfect mix.

Went out with Sassy and Mr. Sass on the weekend.

We had a lot of fun though I think I was a little "please be my shrink and answer my ridiculous questions" at one point.

Okay maybe at three points.

Dear 69dude69,

Don't send me messages anymore because I'm not gonna respond.

Even if you looked like Johnny Depp I would have a hard time replying.

69dude69 as an "internet handle" is sorta like kryptonite for females.

Like my fargging gawd have you ever been out of your house before?

Why did I put before at the end of that sentence? It sounds weird, but at the same time oh so familiar.

Tell me what cartoon character you are. I'm Charlie Brown. 

Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character.

Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character do you most resemble?



1. Which one of the following describes the perfect date?

a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.)

b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.)

c) Painting in the park (5 pts.)

d) Rock concert (1 pt.)

e) Going to the movies (3 pts.)

2. What is your favorite type of music?

a) Rock and Roll (2 pts.)

b) Alternative (1 pt.)

c) Soft Rock (4 pts.)

d) Country (5 pts.)

e) Pop (3 pts.)

3. What type of movies do you prefer?

a) Comedy (2 pts.)

b) Horror (1 pt.)

c) Musical (3 pts.)

d) Romance (4 pts.)

e) Documentary (5 pts.)

4. Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these?

a) Waiter (4 pts.)

b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.)

c) Teacher (3 pts.)

d) Police (2 pts.)

e) Cashier (1 pt.)

5. What do you do with your spare time?

a) Exercise (5 pts.)

b) Read (4 pts.)

c) Watch television (2 pts.)

d) Listen to music (1 pt.)

e) Sleep (3 pts.)

6. Which one of the following colors do you like best?

a) Yellow (1 pt.)

b) White (5 pts.)

c) Sky Blue (3 pts.)

d) Dark Blue (2 pts.)

e) Red (4 pts.)

7. What do you prefer to eat right now?

a) Snow (3 pts.)

b) Pizza (2 pts.)

c) Sushi (1 pt.)

d) Pasta (4pts.)

e) Salad (5 pts.)

8. What is your favorite holiday?

a) Halloween (1 pt.)

b) Christmas (3 pts.)

c) New Year (2 pts.)

d) Valentine's Day (4 pts.)

e) Thanksgiving (5 pts.)

9. If you could go to one of these places which one would it be?

a) Paris (4 pts)

b) Spain (5 pts.)

c) Las Vegas (1 pt.)

d) Hawaii (4 pts.)

e) Hollywood (3 pts.)

10. With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with?

a) Someone Smart (5 pts.)

b) Someone attractive (2 pts.)

c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.)

d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.)

e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.)

Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for!

(10-16 points) You are Garfield: You are very comfortable, easy going, and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme. You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember your happy spirit may hurt you or others.

(17-23 points) You are Snoopy: You are fun, you are very cool and popular You always know what's in and you never are out of style. You are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned. Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times.

(24-28 points) You are Elmo: You have lots of friends and you are also popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need. You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things. Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer, if not you will have many conflicts with life.

(29-35 points) You are Sponge Bob Square Pants: You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never want to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it's funny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people, then you will be stress free.

(36-43 points) You are Charlie Brown: You are very smart, very perceptive, honest, loving, You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. Everyone loves you, people want to be around you, everyone calls you their friend.

You call your mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Stay away from Jealous people they confuse you, you can be trusted, and admire smart-quick people. Don't let your passion confuse you with reality.

(44-50 points) You are Dexter: You are smart and definitely a thinker..Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong family principles. Maintain a stable routine but never ignore a bad situation when it comes.

Autism test

Want to know if you are autistic or close to it?

Take this test that I found over at Px's blog. Clickety click barba trick

I got 14.

January 24th has been scientifically proven to be the most depressing day of the year.

But just think, if you get past Wednesday everything will be on it's way up from there.

If you watch any YouTube vlogs, a.k.a. video blogs, you will see SO many sad people, gawd the whining, the gloom. (oh yeah I know vlog sounds silly, but they all say it with a straight face. Seriously.)

People telling their sorrows in video form is so much worse than in a blog. I think it's because if you are reading a blog you don't get as sucked in by a person's emotions. If you are actually watching some person that is so sad that they are crying on your computer screen it can be pretty unnnnnggh, but if you are reading a blog and it sounds all sad and depressing you can just think to yourself oh they are just kidding, or oh they were just sad for a few minutes when they typed that, I mean look at the smiling pictures in their sidebar, they're fine for sure.

But the vlog, oh the vlog.

You think okay they were obviously depressed because they were all puffy faced and crying and I am ABSOLUTELY SURE that they are still depressed because they are living in a place with one light bulb and bad wood panelling and their bedspread, or duvet cover, or whatever you call it, is ugly, really really ugly. A person can't overcome a depression sleeping in a room that looks like THAT. No way.

Anyway, it's almost Groundhog Day. Yaaaaaaay.

And it's almost Superbowl which means football will officially be over until whenever the hell it starts up again. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.

And the days are getting longer. Yaaaaaaaaay.

Your Rising Sign is Leo

You are confident, self-assured, and more than a little vain. And you have a flair for the dramatic - whether you're on stage or causing trouble. Your spirit can't stay in one place very long. You like to live in new places and travel the world. Cultured and sophisticated, you pride yourself on having good taste. You are an expert in art, music, food, and film.

What's Your Rising Sign?

I stole this from Leesa, because that's what I do.

Speaking of pop, or soda as some of y'all call it, I have a story.

I used to drink A LOT of Diet Coke. And I used to have a lot of weird things happen to me like (go look them up at aspartamekills.com, there's a list of 92 and I had a lot of them) Yeah used to. I'm all normal and stuff now. Sorta. Anyway, when you have all this shit going on you don't really attribute it to one thing, but when I did some research I found that a lot of people were saying that aspartame is VERY bad for people. And I'm a person, so I quit it. And that's hard to do because it's in A LOT of things. I made sure to always check the labels for it. Like it's in pretty much any pack of gum besides Big Red I think. After a month or so a lot of my symptoms went away. And I lost weight. I don't know how long it's been since I have had anything with aspartame (a year maybe?) but I have seen pictures of myself when I was consuming it heavily and my face was all swollen or bloated or something. And like I said I don't have ANY of those symptoms now. Coincidence? I doubt it. You can do a Google search on aspartame yourself and see what you think. And I know there are people out there that will say aspartame is fine but all I know is what I experienced and I just wanted to share it so maybe I can help somebody that doesn't know that this might be causing problems for them too. Now I think I am going to quit the regular pop/soda. Baby steps.

I think it's good that Pepsi has been spying on Coke. Maybe now they can make a soft drink that tastes better. Maybe they could call it Poke. If it tasted exactly like Coke but it was called Poke I would drink it because Poke is funnier. I'm gonna go get a Poke. See? Funnier.

This is how my awesome internet friend made me smile today. Thanks S.

"Fun fact (‘cause I can’t sleep): There are roughly 3,667,900 men in Canada between the ages of 30 and 44. Statistically, about 90% of those are straight, and 5% of those have never married, but expect to marry some day, leaving 165,055 men for you. Now, according to Jung, there are 16 personality types, so that makes 10,316 men that are the ideal personality type for you. There’s 12 signs of the zodiac, meaning there are roughly 859 men who are also matched to you by the stars. 38.9% of the population of Canada is in Ontario, and 41.8% of that is in the GTA, so that makes 139 men for you. In order to buy you the things you deserve, he should have a good income, so we’ll say he’s in the top 10%, leaving 13 men for you. I believe you said once that you like skinny guys, so we can eliminate the overweight ones. That means there are 3 skinny, single men in your age group, that have the ideal personality type for you, that the stars say would be a good match, and that can afford to buy you that 99” plasma TV living right here in the GTA! See, Mr. Right is not only out there waiting for you, he has competition!"

I said skinny but what I meant was "not a muscle head". I dated one of those in high school and he was all about the gym and little blue pills??? Ha ha.

No seriously he was.

So maybe that leaves 13? Unless they are like REALLY fat, you know like literally stuck to their couch fat, like in that episode of Nip/Tuck?

Have you seen that show? It's awesome. Well, freaky awesome is more accurate.

JaG, Sassy and Ophelia answered the two questions in the post below correctly.

True and true.

I did in fact rent Beer League, it pretty much sucked, but I like Arte Lange too Tesco.

And I had no idea that I would be able to turn off the subtitles, pretty technological of me huh?

True or False:

1. Last week I called Roger's Video and told the guy on the phone that there must be something wrong with the copy of BEER LEAGUE that I rented because there were Spanish subtitles across the screen and he said "There is a button on your converter that you can press to remove them."

2. My ex-boyfriend who lives far away asked me on the phone tonight why I wasn't married and when I said I don't know he said are you waiting for me to come back and marry you and I said I don't know.

Click on the picture above and you will find some awesome jewelry made by an awesome chick.

Shadowdog is right, I have something to talk about, it's movies I have watched.

The Wicker Man SUCKED. And Jennifer Aniston wasn't even in it.

I am SO not renting any more movies recommended by Ebert and Roeper because they are obviously being paid off or something. Didn't two thumbs up used to mean something?

Another one that is LAME in my opinion is The Last Kiss.

Does anyone besides his mother find Zach Braff attractive?

Or maybe he just isn't my type.

But that is not the only reason why the movie sucked. Oh no, it had much more suckitude than that.

They said it was a comedy. Yeah, whatever. Screaming and yelling and cheating on your fiance and other crap is NOT funny, it's bad drama that I don't want to watch.

I'm not even referring to Zach Braff's features or anything, he's just got the sex appeal of a toaster, if you are not into freaky fetishes like toasters.

The new Finger Eleven song Paralyzer is awesome, it makes me happy.

Spying devices in twoonies is funny.

Dear Universe,

You know that man I asked for, the one with the juicy lips, long lashes and awesome personality? Yeah I am expecting him to show up. So pronto. I need something to concentrate on/talk about on my blog other than news headlines and my favourite new song.

Let's go Universe. Move it.

Hi:

This is an invitation to try a recipe exchange. I hope you'll participate; it should be fun! It's easy, quick and should yield a whole bunch of recipes! (And you only need to send a recipe ONCE TO ONE person).

Please email a recipe to the person whose name is in the number 1
position below.

Then copy this letter into a new email and move my name to the #1
position and put your name and email in the #2 position. Email the new letter to
10 new people (or more).

If you cannot do this within 5 days, please let me know. This is only
fair to the people participating.

You should receive 36 recipes! Seldom does anyone drop out as we all
enjoy trying new recipes.

Thanks for participating. I'm looking forward to trying out the new
recipes.


Hi:

Fuck you. I got two of these mother fucking emails and I thought to myself aren't I too young and cool to be exchanging recipes? And myself said yes, yes you are. But then I felt bad you know because after five days it wasn't fair to the person in the number 1 position and shit so I took the time against my better judgement as a young, cool, 'I don't need recipes' type and fucking put in a recipe and changed the email addresses and sent it out and how many recipes do you think I got?

NOT ONE.

According to this math I was supposed to get SEVENTY TWO.

Don't send me this bullshit old lady crap anymore.

Oh wait I just reread the email, and I swear I just figured it out now while I was being so sarcastic that I think I did it wrong.

I forgot the sending it on to ten new people part.

But I could just Google a recipe. So yeah, please stop sending me this stuff.

In other news, I kinda created a little bit of a flame war on a message board about dogs (Potcakes).

They were talking about invisible fencing and how everybody is doing it, and I did a little research and came to the conclusion that it was kind of cruel. And I asked them if they would put electric shock collars around their kid's necks to keep them in the yard, and one girl told me she thought I was a bit "off".

Well I have news for you girlie, you aren't the first person that has told me that.

So whatevs.

And then I got an email from another girlie who is obviously way cooler:

"Robin, thank you for posting that link. Like I mentioned before, animal cruelty...just the thought of doing that to a dog makes me ill."

I thought they blocked Blogger access from my work and I was all stressy and wondering what I was going to do if I couldn't surf around blogs in my free time but it turns out I am just a mope.

My internet/telephone provider is retotted. THEY changed my account number and then they shut off my internet when they didn't receive my payment via internet banking, and then they made me send them a bank statement showing where I made the payment in DECEMBER. And they talked to me like I was a criminal. Don't you have your b1 id number? And I said I don't know what the hell you are talking about.

What else? Hmmmmmmmmmm...nothing I guess.

Have a pleasant day with a light breeze and chance of preciptation.

Your Personality Is Like Marijuana

You're laid back and easy going, so much so that taking a shower is often too much trouble for you! Nevertheless, you're quite popular, and many people enjoy your company. You're rarely turned down. You're prone to giggle fits, paranoia, and forgetting where you are exactly.

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

So I am just about to go crawl under my awesome new down duvet and read the book 'Angels and Demons' that my awesome sister-in-law gave me to read.

First though I have to put Charlie out for his last pee of the night.

Okay he hasn't come back to the door for a bit so I go to check on him and this is what I find:

You can still see the cut over his left eye from the New Year's Eve fiasco.

Bath time for Retardo Montalban, after I carried his 35 pound ass up two flights of stairs by myself.

Okay now I can go to bed.

The Peach
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMf)

Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The Peach.

For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you're surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don't get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something wonderful, you confidently embrace it.

You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you're becoming more selective about long-term love. It's getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who's in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him.

Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense.

DREAD: The False Messiah

CONSIDER: The Loverboy, The Playboy, or The Boy Next Door.

I think I am going to officially change my name to random gentle love master.

Balmy January day + sunshine + awesome Japanese lunch (tempura shrimp and California rolls) + phone calls from all of my favourite people + FUNNY ecards (have you seen the Hallmark screaming banshee ecard??) + flattering ecards + sweet personal emails + lots of good wishes from the bloggy peeps + real old fashioned hold in your hand cards (1 from my parents had a picture of a little girl on it that looked EXACTLY like me when I was 4 - I think it was me and somebody got a hold of the picture and made it into a card) + a new down duvet + Happy perfume + the cutest little jacket with furry collar + the cutest little crop pant pajama things with pink lace detail (that I am wearing right now) + giftcard + lobster and shrimp and mussels for dinner in the NICEST restaurant around + feeling the love = A HAPPY girl.

Or should I say 1 year old woman?

Yeah, a HAPPY one year old woman who is stuffed to the gills with seafood.

It's my FIRST birthday. Yes first. Every year from now on.

I read it in a book. And I liked it.

"Do not put lots of candles on your cake unless you want to summon aging upon yourself."

Those are my legs. For HNT.

It's Lecram's birthday too. Happy birthday Lecram.

And it's Dave Foley's birthday.

And I don't get this:

"In probability theory, the birthday paradox states that given a group of 23 randomly chosen people, the probability is more than 50% that at least two of them will have the same birthday. For 60 or more people, the probability is greater than 99%."

This is how Canadians apparently celebrate birthdays:

"Greasing the nose with butter or margarine. In Atlantic Canada (Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick and Newfoundland) the birthday child is ambushed and their nose is greased for good luck. The greased nose makes the child too slippery for bad luck to catch them. This tradition is reputed to be of Scottish decent."

I guess in Canada bad luck sneaks in through our noses.

"Birthday punches. In Quebec the birthday person receives a punch for each year they are alive and then one for good luck."

I'd like to sign up for punching people in Quebec.

Kidding.

Also it's Tamil Thai Pongal Day in Sri Lanka. Whatever the hell that is.

Lauren Graham
Maura Teirney
Jennifer Aniston
Courtney Cox
Gwen Stefani
Pamela Anderson
Ashley Judd
Catharine Zeta-Jones
Shania Twain
All of the Sex and the City chicks
Faith Hill
Halle Berry
Jill Hennessy
Sarah McLachlan
Julia Roberts
Sandra Bullock
Nicole Kidman
Elle McPherson
Cindy Crawford

I forgot to tell my funny (well it's funny now) New Year's Eve story.

I was at my brother's with his girlfriend and her sister and we are drinking lots and the phone rings shortly after midnight. It's my mom. So my brother's girlfriend answers and they chat, then my mom talks to her sister, then she talks to my brother and my brother takes off into the bathroom with the phone, which I don't think anything of at the time. So then my brother comes out and says "Phone Robin". So I say "HI MOM HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" and she says "Hi robin, I have something to tell you." in this voice that sounds like, well really bad. I say "What?". She says "Well Charlie is bleeding from his eye." (They were taking care of him for me for the night.) So I am like "WHAT?" She said "Yeah it just happened after I phoned you."

So everybody is drunk, I'm 45 minutes away and my dog is bleeding from his EYE. Anyway, she said I'm sure he'll be okay. So I figured well I can't get back there, and my parents are responsible so he will be okay.

When I get home and see him he's got a cut right beside his eye, and she didn't tell me until I picked him up the part of how it was GUSHING down his face all over his tan coloured fur. Anyway he's fine and we think he must have run into something sharp, like under the table.

Can you see it just a quarter of an inch above his tear duct?

I posted pictures and took them down. (Edit: I put them back up except for the dinky one of me.)

I am half way through my Wicca book, it's good, I will have to practice.

I had an awesome time on NYE at my brother and Mitchie's in Toronto. Also got presents and special treatment for my almost birthday since I won't see them on Thursday.

I have to stop saying awesome so much.

I need a calendar, I should buy one of my own.

Back at work, it's not that bad once you manage to crawl out of bed 3 hours earlier than you are used to.

Hope you are enjoying the second day of 2007. It's my first boyfriend's birthday today.

Okay, enough choppy, random thoughts.