From GlaciaA to Z MemeA – Accent: Generic Canadian with random British words and/or Ottawa valley phrases thrown in just to fuck with your head.B - Breakfast Item: Full English (not that I can remember the last time I ate breakfast, of course!) C - Chore you hate: Emptying the garbage cansD - Dad's Name: Ian KerrE - Essential everyday item: Coffee in the morning and Tea all eveningF - Flavour ice
Oooooh, I love a bit of cake. Oooooh, cake. Oooooh, cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. I'm just one of these people. I come home and I need a piece of cake.
Friday, January 27, 2006
harumph
Things I wish I could do that I can't right now:-put socks on (and pants, and shoes, and.....)-pick up things that I've dropped (the floor is a VERY long way down there)-roll over in bed without yelping in pain -sit comfortably -take a bus without the fear of it going over a pothole-go up stairs....or even just one step...without hurting-walk faster than a snailand.......reach my purse that has
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Haggis wi' bashit neeps an' champit tatties. DAMN...
Haggis wi' bashit neeps an' champit tatties.
DAMN it was good!
I love today.
(Except for the wonky back, but we just won't mention that now, will we?)
DAMN it was good!
I love today.
(Except for the wonky back, but we just won't mention that now, will we?)
Guess what we're having for supper tonight?
It's Burn's Night
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
oh fer fucks sake...
So I actually get up on time today so that I can be at work early cuz of the huge 'thing' that's going on. Get up, shower, get dressed, the usual. Just before I leave the house, I'm actually feeling vaguely awake...a rare and wonderful thing for me in the morning. So, here's happy me leaving the house. Bend over to put my boots on and.... ...BOOM... Somehow the act of putting my boots on
Monday, January 23, 2006
Go. Now.
Vote. If you don't vote, you have no reason to complain when someone you don't like gains power of the country. It's like saying you don't care what happens to your country. I fully admit that I am completely clueless when it comes to politics.
Happy Birthday
It's a very popular day for birthdays. So. Happy 35th, my dear little brother. (Our parents only ever had sex once a year) Happy 30th, Cat Also, yesterday was my Granddad's 80-something birthday, and later on this week it's my nephew's 5th.
Great. Just Great!
Happy birthday to me. I'll just pretend I DIDN'T read this.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Can I go home now?
It's been one of them days.*PLUS*Since I'm of the female persuasion, my body has decided that it needs to be swollen and achy and the voices in my head are telling me to KILL, KILL, KILL.*AND*I have to come in early and leave late both days.*AND*Monday I have to vote.*AND*Monday is my frickin' BIRTHDAY. Fuck it...I'm going for a smoke!
Thursday, January 19, 2006
dammit
I've been craving chips for the last couple of days. Dammit.
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