Glysomed Green Team

Someday my Prince will come...

2006-07-13T16:56:00.000-04:00

It was a cold... okay, not so cold... dark, rainy night. Moniqua sets out with her trusty companion, Mara... a Jack Russell Terriere by day, and a Jack Russell Terror by night. It was late, and Moniqua was in a hurry to get Mara's "business" done so she can retreat into her warm, dry bed for her much needed beauty sleep.

But Mara, being the picky terror that she was, refused to do her "business" in the little patch of grass by the side door. She insisted on the parkette located beside the condo building. Squish! Squish! Squish! Damn flip-flops! Not so good on grass that hasn't been cut in a while. No lamps to guide the way. Moniqua trusted Mara to lead her through the darkness.

Once done, Moniqua squished squished squished her way back out of the parkette. In her eagerness to get out of the rain, she tripped on something... kinda squishy. Of course, who wouldn't investigate? So Moniqua squinted at the unidentifiable object in the dark. It took a while, but it finally dawned on her that it was a massive toad! The reason it took a while to recognize it was because it must have been flipped over during the tripping incident. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was the squishy feeling Moniqua felt on her foot. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! Was it alive? She wasn't about to poke it to find out. She quickly ran back into the building trying her best not to honk.

Moniqua thought the warmth of her bed would immediately bring sleep upon her, but all she could do was think about the nasty toad and the slimy feeling on her foot. Should I have kissed it? Could the toad have been my Prince Charming? I might have ruined my chance. I might have literally tripped over my future husband!

The next morning, the rain had dissipated. The sun was shining. And Mara was whining at Moniqua's bedroom door. Grumbling, Moniqua donned her baseball cap, shorts, and soccer jersey, ready to look somewhat presentable to strangers she might run into. Out into the sunshine, she and her trusty companion went. Curious, Moniqua searched for her Prince. There, on the pavement, no longer existed a turned-over toad... but what remains of what must've been the turned-over toad. Prince Toad had an unfortunate meeting with someone's Firestone Treads.

And so... Prince Toad and what could've been the future Princess Moniqua didn't quite live so happily ever after.

The End.

X - Me!

2006-05-31T12:08:00.000-04:00

F*ck you for giving me X!!!!
FINE!Here we go...

X-quisite - ME!
X-pecial - ME!
X-tablished - ME!
X-perienced - ME!
X-tra cute - ME!
X-travagant - ME!
X-treme - ME!
X-terminate - what I wanted to do to you for giving me X
X-boyfriends - many
X-terior - where I'm off to right now for a square!!!!

Happy????!!!! There!

Juliet

57: for Juliet...

2006-05-10T22:39:00.000-04:00

56: singin' da blues

2006-05-08T22:45:00.000-04:00

1 + 1 + 1 + 1 (teq ros) = 4
1 + 1 + 1 + 1 (brahma) = 4
4 + 4 = 8 = no shoes = a berjillion text messages. Look ma, I'm flyin' and there are no grammatical errors!
Can I get a woot woot, can I get a wha wha, can I get a noo noo nooooze hottie?
Well, not too sure but I think it's news... could be wrong... and maybe not so hot. Dunno.

p.s. what's up with the green bake sale bar?

Come to think of it, I can name 3 in news. But that's just my opinion. Hey Mon, 41 days and counting!
Kate: did you eat meatballs?
Mon: how shiny was the gun? and really... like a stapler?
Juliet: are you using Tide?
Sandrocchia: is your cousin in Italy still single? I friend of a friend of a friend wants to know. Can people be friends with themselves? Hmmm, (no "u") that is the question... and not a stupid one at all... so no DRs for a week for me. Wait, DRs are non-existent... um yeah, they are but they aren't 'cuz we are in the 21st Century (like that Men without Hats group or whatever they were called) and we all gotz ourselves some fancy shmancy PCs. Mac's the way to go though.

Lates peeps, I'm a ramblin'... must feed the soul some more Brahma! Fo' nano shizzle Yo.

55: get lost... in my eyes

2006-05-08T22:17:00.000-04:00

2-0 Habs!!!

2006-04-24T22:56:00.000-04:00

I'm so light-headed...

Whiffing the ponk

2006-04-04T13:40:00.000-04:00

You know the movie I Know What You Did Last Summer? Well, we are back there people...I am remembering the heat of last year, and thus the stinky poo smell that haunted our department. You know the one I mean...we'd phone Tiny-Tony, he'd come down, agree he could smell shit and the return to his pleasant smelling office, leaving us gagging.

Oh yes...is anyone else getting a whiff of that ponk?

cristo-WALL

2006-04-02T18:52:00.000-04:00

3 SOs in a row against the B's.
1 more SO to tie the league leader Mikka.
and he's played half the games Mikka has.

un fo'real yo. incredible.

when no beer, scotch

2006-03-17T21:37:00.000-05:00

i am doing laundry. then i will make myself 3 grilled cheeses. then i will see nikki. then i will have yet another neat scotch for i have no beer tap at home. look at me, no spelling errors and loaded. ocd much?

happy st. paddy's day fo'shizzle ggt!

sssue-dough-koo!

2006-03-11T14:55:00.000-05:00

que paso todo mi grupo equipe glysomed de verde? llame tambien fo'shizzle...
espero que la cosa nueva lo va hacer todo muy contente - oy!
ok, so my spanish is a little rusty. let's try french... voila!
ok, enough with the francais.
sandrocchia - sudoku master... cha-ching! this one's for you! and to us all who were suckered in. take a squiz on our sidebar right above archives.
enjoy.

word.

Moniqua's Sexy Six

2006-03-09T12:38:00.000-05:00

Aight Kuya... here's my top six...er... eight. It was hard to keep it to just six!!!! I had a list, and I just couldn't cut it down to six!!! So... here's my top eight (in no particular order):

8. Jose Theodore He may no longer be a Habsman, but he's still my optimus goalie... although with his new uniform, he might not resemble Optimus Prime as much.

7. Steve Claggett (you have to select his name from the list) Just got into this show Dallas SWAT. And I gotta admit, a man in uniform... as I said earlier... YUMMY!

6. Clive Owen Loved him when he started off in those BMW mini-movies... and he's even hotter now! There's something about Clive. I still think he should've been the next 007.

5. Carter Oosterhouse He's hot, AND he's a handyman! Carter also volunteers with charities helping out disadvantaged kids. How can you not love that?

4. Viggo Mortensen He made my heart pitter-patter when he played Strider in Lord of the Rings... AND he's a Habs fan! We'd be so perfect together :)

3. Mel Gibson Not only is he hot, he's got a great sense of humour. The gals love that!

2. Hugh Jackman I was thrilled when he played Wolverine in X-Men. Sexy! Sexy! Sexy! And surprisingly, this guy can sing!

1. Christian Bale Hum-ma-na! Hum-ma-na!

No F'in Way!

2006-03-07T12:24:00.000-05:00

So we're now in the season of Lent. It's a time for soul-searching and repentance as Jesus did when He retreated and fasted for forty days. It's commonly observed by Christians to give 'something' up during this time to act as a sacrifice or penance.

And so... I gave up swearing. Or at least I tried. Didn't last very long. But I'm still trying my darndest to replace those profanities with fudge, fooey, sheesh-kabob, son-of-a-mother... Just try it. It's harder than you think, especially if you normally have a mouth of a sailor. I find giving up sugar easier than avoiding profanities in my daily language.

Speaking of sugar. I tip my hat to Sandrocchia. She decided to give up sweets for Lent. I've tried it before. If I can do it, you'll have no problems! The hard part is when everyone around you is shoving all those yummy sweets... I mean... disgusting nasty bleh sugar products down their throats. The horror! The horror! What's surprising is that you'll actually find yourself not craving it by Easter. You'll get so used to it, and the thought of actually having something sweet will either repulse you, or disinterest you. Let's hope anyway.

Maybe next year I should give up something a tad bit easier. Like drinking perhaps. Swearing has by far been the most difficult 'something' for me to give up. Next would probably be M&Ms.

Two Weeks

2006-03-06T18:43:00.000-05:00

I fell off the wagon.

Two weeks! Two weeks without M&Ms. I was doing so well. And I fell. And when Moniqua falls... she falls all the way. 3 big bags of those heavenly bites in one weekend. Yeeesh! And as I type this blog, I'm munching on an orange one. Dang-it!

Aight. This is my last pack.

M&Ms Junkie

2006-02-20T22:01:00.000-05:00

Hello. My name is Moniqua, and I am an M&Ms Junkie.

It's been over a month, and I have had crazy M&Ms cravings. Every single weekend, I would wolf down an entire bag of those chocolate covered peanuts! Not those dinky little packs. I'm talkin' about those serious sized bags! And recently, I've practically had one bag every day!

This past weekend, I quarantined myself in the condo to nurse a nasty cold. I ran out of M&Ms Saturday morning! I practically panicked! What am I gonna do all day?!?!? My dad and aunt were going to check up on me Sunday morning. Great! They can hook me up with some M&Ms! I just needed to last until Sunday morning.

Do you have any idea how long Saturday felt?

Sunday morning, I get the dreaded phone call. Dad can't visit. No M&Ms. Gotta go through another day without it. I don't know if it was my cold that was causing my sweats... or the withdrawal.

This is probably the closest I can relate to a smoker's addiction. Okay. Probably nowhere close! But still... you know what I mean.

I'd like to thank Juliet for getting me my fix today. I needed that. Now I think I might have gotten the other M hooked. I believe that now, the two of us can proudly call ourselves M&M. Fo shizzle!

I went for groceries after work today. Last thing on my list was... guess what? I grabbed a bag of it, but as I walked down that aisle, I thought... uh... my contact with Lindt is going to be dropping off a shipment of chocolates at the country house. Do I really need this bag of M&Ms? I believe that was the moment I realized I have a problem. I returned the bag and walked out of that grocery store with a chocolate bar instead. Hey... baby steps.

Ice Ice Baby

2006-02-16T21:22:00.000-05:00

Well, it was good while it lasted. We finally got a taste of ugly winter. So far, it had been sunny. We'd be treated to some nice sprinkling of snow. But today totally sucked!

4pm comes around, and I was craving chocolate. Not just any chocolate. I wanted a big bag of M&Ms. The peanut kind. Got the coat on. Grabbed the wallet. Stepped out into the parking lot and WHOA! Almost slipped! That was deceiving! The parking lot was a sheet of ice! As I stood there, by the stairs, trying to balance myself... and staring at the corner store... the voice in my head kept repeating "chocolate? broken leg? chocolate? broken leg?" Suffice it to say, I turned around and walked defeatedly back to the office :(

6pm comes around, and I prepared to brave the icy weather. It got worse! Not only was my car sealed in a blanket of ice, I was getting soaked in the freezing rain! My adorable baby blue smurf hat absorbed all the rain... freezing rain! As I was scraping the ice off poor Rhonda, my gloves started to weigh down with all that cold water.

Note to self: Probably a bad idea to stand out in the freezing rain when you have a nasty cold. Also, putting force into scraping ice off your car, while balancing yourself on ice... not good for bad back.

I practically kissed the pavement in my underground garage when I got home.

Ran into a neighbour in the elevator. I commented on the weather by saying "Well... made it home alive!" Smugly, he responds with "It's just rain."

@$$! I bet he had an underground parking lot at work. The twat.

isn't this proof enough???

2006-02-16T16:53:00.000-05:00

y'all telling me he's straight? i think not.

Random Thoughts...

2006-02-15T10:43:00.000-05:00

Things that gross me out:
1. Hairy soap (even if the hair is my own)
2. Touching a stranger's stinky bare feet (a tribute to my Pilates class last week)

Sports I don't get:
1. Two-man luge (why do 2 men have to sit on each other while rocketing down a sheet of ice? Is that supposed to be fun?)
2. Skeleton racing (same thing - is that supposed to be fun, flying down the same sheet of ice FACE FIRST!)

Ok - that's it! Feel free to add your own.

Moniqua Strikes Back!

2006-02-13T09:53:00.000-05:00

This past Saturday was the Bowl for Kids Sake fundraising event. Seeing as I had not bowled in years... I wasn't sure how I was going to fair.

We were given about an hour to practice before the real game. Wonderful! Found myself the 8 pounder, red ball... which I knew would be my lucky ball. I connected with it.

Sure enough... my practice game was filled with strike after strike after strike after strike, with a couple of spares thrown in there. I was shocked! My team was shocked! The neighbouring team was shocked! I was on a roll!

Then the real game started. Mr Red Ball disappeared... nowhere to be found! Actually, not true. I did find it... with another kid. A kid stole my lucky ball! But seeing as it was an event for Big Brother/Big Sister, I thought I'd be the Bigger person and let it go. And as you might suspect. I sucked. I lost my groove when I lost my ball.

We got two games in. Towards the end of the second game, my lucky ball found its way back to me! And I... I mean... "we" managed to get a couple of strikes in there before the game ended. I won't even bother revealing my score... it was so pathetic. Too bad my practice game didn't count. I think it was a perfect game!

Well Mr Red Ball... I'll miss you. We had a good thing going. Until next year! I hope we meet again :)

hum-ma-na hum-ma-na

2006-02-10T16:00:00.000-05:00

kate... i know you're not a fan, but c'mon... you gotta admit she ooozes hotness.

have a great weekend everyone!
you too keira! ;)

word.

School of Hard Knocks...

2006-02-10T09:51:00.000-05:00

....any and all attempts to run on a treadmill WITHOUT wearing a sportsbra and should be strongly avoided. Lesson learned the hard way...me...last night in the basement....too lazy to get a sportsbra....wearing a T-shirt and a totally NON-SUPPORTIVE tank top (built in bra MY ASS!!). All I can say is...ouch....

It's what's for dinner!

2006-02-07T22:35:00.000-05:00

Ah... nothing like a slab of cow to satisfy my hunger. Had dinner at The Keg tonight, and boy have I been dreaming about that moment. Ever since I saw the commercial on TV the other day, couldn't get the image of that juicy steak out of my mind! I think I fell in love. Prime Rib goodness! Medium... cooked (or lack thereof) to perfection! Dipped in it's juices... tender... yumminess! Steak makes me happy... and I'm definitely going to bed with a smile on my face.

:)

I know. Sad... but true!

Making Monica's Day

2006-02-03T11:27:00.000-05:00

Check out this link: http://people.aol.com/people/
articles/0,19736,1155753,00.html

A clue for you Mon: this article involves the following man:

del toro u r not

2006-02-02T09:50:00.000-05:00

is it just me or is brad a wannabe benicio del toro?

word.

The Oscar nominations are out!!!

2006-01-31T09:17:00.000-05:00

Check out this link for full details....oh, I am SO EXCITED!!!!!http://www.oscar.com/nominees/list.html

status at 9:37pm

2006-01-30T21:36:00.000-05:00

alls good in the hood - more steps taken in the right direction. i'm exhausted.

good night.

word.

The internet is for...

2006-01-30T17:06:00.000-05:00

Well, see for yourself. Funny stuff.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5230343841227974645

All Hail The Promo Queen!!!

2006-01-30T10:57:00.000-05:00

A big shout out to our Promo Queen VB who put her stamp on the promo world (with a big "in-your-face"!) winning an International Gold Award!!! You are our promo hero! The Mac Master! And the bar has officially risen once again!!!!

a tad tardy?

2006-01-29T22:40:00.000-05:00

due to weekend events, i may be in a little late tomorrow. ik - i'll call you...

word.

Losing Sunday to 24

2006-01-29T17:56:00.000-05:00

I have finally managed to take a breather...I have been sat on my sofa since 12:30pm, and I am glued to the screen. 24, Season 3...I hate you! Why are you so damn entertaining!? We now have 2 episodes left, and have stopped for a pasta break. After much consideration, I now know the reason for my obsession...check out Mr. Tony Almeida!!

Worth watching for?? Me thinks so!

Mother of All Trades

2006-01-29T14:42:00.000-05:00

So for the second morning in a row at around 4:30am I wake up to Cash licking my face. Saturday morning I think he must have to pee so I get dressed and take him outside. He sniffed around for about 3 seconds then stopped looked at me as if "What the hell are we doing out here". I try to go back to sleep and can't. Same thing this morning. Kuya I'm not sure what you've traded up for but I'm willing to trade a dog!

stay tuned...

2006-01-29T14:15:00.000-05:00

... for one crazy story on salon tiago.

word.

p.s. i love you all dream team!

My brain hurts

2006-01-27T10:54:00.000-05:00

OK, I am really confused. I now have a pension, I think...did I tick the right box??!! I have life insurance, but no dependents. I can claim my benefits with Mr. H, but he is not technically my common-law partner. We can change our plans if we get married, but the powers above might question why we didn't 'declare' each other sooner...but he is still not my common-law partner, so really, there is nothing to declare in the 1st place.

Yep - those forms are as clear as mud.

HAPPY JOGGY BOTTOM DAY!

2006-01-27T08:37:00.000-05:00

Celebrate your freedom on our 2nd official Joggy Bottom Day!!! I feel better already!!

look ma... I can DJ!

2006-01-26T15:50:00.000-05:00

Kung Hey Fat Choi

2006-01-26T12:54:00.000-05:00

Ok - here is the official time waster of the day! In honour of our Chinese friends, lets all celebrate the Year of the Dog.

Find out what your sign you are, then check out your yearly horoscope on the site below. For the record, I'm a Rooster (is that why I'm always crowing?!?!?) and my horoscope says that love, money, career and health will all be fine, blah, blah, blah!! What sign are you?

http://www.chinese.astrology.com

congratulations!

2006-01-26T11:16:00.000-05:00

congratulations to the lovely kate on landing her first FTJ and officially becoming a member of the dream team: the fo'shizzle glysomed green team!
we love you!

word.

Booyah Grandma!!!

2006-01-25T22:03:00.000-05:00

#35 (who is actually #38) is #1!!!! All hail Jan Bulis for his four-goal game! 5-3 Montreal! He creamed the Phillies!!! That was soooo awesome! This is a different kinda WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Uhm... Uhm...

2006-01-25T14:05:00.000-05:00

As Kuya has mentioned, he and I are guilty of having a conversation via email when we sit merely 5 feet away from each other! What happened to our vocal chords? Has technology gone awry and taken over our vocal skills? I admit, I'd text someone rather than calling.

Why?

I think texting or even emailing gives the other person time to digest what I've said. Either I'm too impatient to wait for their uhm... uhm.... response. Or I'd rather they consider their answer carefully before responding. But if I'm too impatient, how come I'd rather wait for a more definit response. Okay. Maybe I'm just impatient when it comes to indecisiveness. Uhm. I just realized this entire paragraph sounds like a phone conversation I try to avoid. See? Prime example. I'm currently writing this as if I were conversing in real time. If I were emailing or texting, I'd definitely clean this up so it's not so... all over the place.

Is there more pressure in conversing over the phone (in real time) than texting or emailing? It's like, we HAVE to have something to talk about. Silence is uncomfortable. It's like radio... once you've exhausted the topic at hand... it's time to panic... Dead air! Dead air! That's why I'd rather text or email.

KFE has even called me on my bad phone habits. No pun intended. She says that I'm usually too eager to get off the phone. I tend not to converse in long durations over that contraption. I didn't deny it. It's true. For some reason, I find it difficult to converse over the telephone. I would prefer to make arrangements over the phone (or text... or email) to meet and chat in person.

Which still brings me to why Kuya and I still email each other. Not sure! Is it because we want a record of our conversation? Or are we just weird?

I just realized that I've completely contradicted myself. I need help. I'm confused. I've managed to scatter my thoughts all over this blog... a vomit of crumbs that came from a solid thought which made absolute sense when I first started to write. Uhg. Sorry. I think the 3pm lull just hit me.

I'll edit this later when I'm more focused. In the meantime, I've posted what I have so far so maybe someone can guide me.

Anyone? Anyone?

Sign in a Store

2006-01-25T13:17:00.000-05:00

freedom...FREEDOM

2006-01-25T12:40:00.000-05:00

In one week exactly, I will have my own place. I will experience the utter joy of living completely alone (with my cat, and maybe a rat). Here's what I look forward to NOT having to deal with, while living completely on my own...

-Front desk security who continue to badger and interrogate my boyfriend, asking for every piece of ID he has, even though he has visited me 3 times a week for the past 2 years

-The whole of Toronto's prostitute population hanging around outside my building

-The whole of Toronto's "John" population hanging around outside my building (see above)

-Spoiled rich kids whose parents have paid for their tuition, their rent and EVERYTHING they own, therefore having a lack of respect for anything else around them (and wearing ALL pink, ALL the time)

-Laundry room wars, having to slip my clothes into a dryer as an unsuspecting rich kid has his/her back turned, and then having to put up with the look that I've just shot their dog. Too bad, as long as I'm around, you will not have everything given to you without effort.

-Elevators. Come on people, floor 2? Even I'M not that lazy.

-Barf in the elevator (ok, that MAY have been from one of my friends)

-The sounds of Hillary Duff, Kelly Clarkson, and God knows what other demonic creations that I hear from the apartment next door at 8 in the morning.

-Mr. Construction above me, who finds it absolutely necessary to plant holes in his walls at 1:30 am, every other night.

-Ms. Giggles (see point above Mr. Construction) whose laugh is similar to that of a choking hyena

-The maintenance man who demands that you smile everytime you encounter him, only to complain about how shitty his job as a plumber at the building is

-Soaking-in-blood clothing articles left in the tub from my roommate, who doesn't get her period every month, instead bleeds for 3 months straight, and doesn't get it for another 3 months.

-Avoiding the kitchen whenever my roomate is in one of her chain smoking moods (She only smokes in our kitchen, it's too "gross" for her to smoke in her own room.)

-No more moldy dishes left for weeks by the above mentioned, which are usually washed in the end by me, promising myself that I would speak to her about it but never do.

-No more overheard conversations about how messy I am, even though I have cleaned the place 5 times before she has even cleaned it once, but if the place gets a little messy, and god forbid she has to clean, roommate status has changed to martyr status.

-No more delusional roommates (see above)

-No more rotting food left in the fridge since before I even moved in.

-No more of the same 2 (really bad) songs playing on a continual loop for 5 hours straight (I now know all the words to the song "Real Love" by Massarion or whatever the hell his name is)

-No more horrid electrical problems (lightbulbs burn out every 2 weeks like clockwork)

I could think of about a million more no mores, but I think I'll give it a rest.
Bottom line, I'm paying $300 more to get away from all of the above. I hope it's worth every penney.

Wooooooooo, woooooooooo, woooooo...

2006-01-25T10:30:00.000-05:00

I just blogged about this on longleggedkate, but I think it deserves a cut and paste...friggin' neighbours!
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1:24am: Hummm, our bed was so cozy and warm when I woke up during the night. I rolled over to check the time and was so happy to realize that I still had another 7 hours or so in bed. I felt like I had been asleep for hours already. H was well and truly in the land of nod. Everything was very content.

1:25am: As I was awake, I decided that a glass of water was in order, so I carefully climbed over my sleeping man and headed to the kitchen. Once I had navigated my way around the dark and found the cold water tap, I carefully stepped over H and got back into bed. Hummm, 7 more hours...

1:29am: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wooooooooooooooooooooo. Sorry, didn't you get that? That'll be woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooo. Oh yes, some friggin', tossing idiot had managed to set fire to their late night snack and the trusty fire alarm was happy to oblige. Now, I understand a warning, a few woooooooooooooooooooo's. But to keep it going? Seriously, we all know there is an alarm, but probably no fire. Just let me sleep. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. OK, don't then.

1:35am: Wooooooooooooooooooooo, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooo. And then silence. Ahhhh, I love you silence. Er, no. "This is your Concierge speaking. There is a fire alarm on the 1st floor". (No shit, really, fuck, I would have never known. "The fire department has been called. Please remain calm". I would love to remain calm, so calm in fact that I actually fall asleep, but you, Mr. Concierge, keep friggin' talking to me. Shush now will you. And then more silence. Ahhhh yes, the land of nod - I am on my way. Woooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooo, wooooooooooooooooooooo. I guess not then.

1:39am: More wooooooooooooooooooooooing. Apparently, the firemen are investigating. Yay - good for them. Talk to me more Mr. Concierge. Maybe try singing at me. Anything, just stop that wooooooooooooooooooooooooooing, and let me go back to sleep. Arrrghhh, but now my mind is wandering, thinking about every heavy and topical debate ever. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooo. That'll help won't it.

1:45am: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, wooooooooooooooooooooooo... You get the point.

1:51am: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...and then silence. Maybe this whole hideous wake-up call is now over. Sleep? Oh no, Mr. Concierge needs a final word: "The fire department have given us the all clear". Really? so, no fire then? Surprise me. At this point, I rolled over to whinge at H about the whole scenario, only to find him sleeping like a baby. How he did it I don't know...all I can say is lucky, lucky H.

2006-01-25T09:59:00.000-05:00

Hey I tried to publish a pic and nothing happens...? It was a really funny pic too.

Not-so-Super Bowl

2006-01-25T09:26:00.000-05:00

Speaking of neighbours, I should go knockin' on my fireman neighbour's door sometime to claim the gift he claims he has for me. I helped him out with a computer problem. I wonder if it's a calendar... hmmmmm.....

Signed up for a Bowling charity event. It's for a good cause, but I just realized I haven't bowled in ages! Will I be an embarrassment? Should I practice? I'm kinda scared now... it turned from "It'll be fun!" to "Uhhhh... I'm gonna embarrass my team!" I'm one of those bowlers who (no word of a lie!) managed to throw the ball backwards towards my other team-mates when winding up for the bowl.

We'll see! I should bring padding and helmets for my team. Stay tuned for the results in about a month.

my greek neighbours

2006-01-25T09:01:00.000-05:00

had i known my driveway this morning was covered by a sheet of ice i would've laced my skates up and skated towards my car.

as i approached maria to warm her up and clean the snow off her i took a wipeout and spilled coffee all over my jacket, jeans, and hands. luckily greek goddess 2 was not outside to witness this act of embarrassment.

so, as we continue from ik's post about neighbours, there are 2 i'd like to mention in my hood.
greek goddess 1
greek goddess 2

gg-1 actually lives about 5 minutes away on the other side of the block but every time i ran into her in the summer as v and i strolled along she would greet us with a hello and a smile. she is hot.

gg-2 lives right across from me. not as hot as gg-1 but not too far off.

so there you have it. as i did my terrible impersonation of stewart from mad tv i quickly looked over in relief to find that gg-2 was not outside heating up her civic.

word.

Small World, Big Idiot

2006-01-24T15:30:00.000-05:00

So last night I went to vote. The polling station is directly across the street from my house. As I walked up to the poll I handed the lady my voting card. "Oh you live just down the street from me and you had landscaping done on your front yard last summer"she said. We chatted for a while and I found out she lived at #152...four doors away from me. Actually it's only 2 houses away from me since we all live in semi's. Jean is her name. 60ish. The kind of woman you just know bakes a lot. Jean has lived at #152 since 1977. I have lived at #160 since 1989. And we just met last night. Isn't that sad. I'm a bad neighbour

A couple of years ago I rushed to welcome a new neighbour and his family who had just moved in 2 doors down. Mind you it was 3 in the morning and I was totally trashed. J and I were driving home when I saw him putting out the garbage (from his move). I was so excited because he "looked" Korean and I knew a few key yet friendly Korean phrases. After we parked J told me to "drop it--now's not the time". Did I listen...noooo...I ran over "Na ho ma...na ho ma". Turns out he was from the mainland of China and spoke Mandarin. He looked scared. We shook hands and that was that. We never spoke again. In fact if we ever saw each other outside--he would run for his house or car to avoid me. I am a bad neighbour.

Mr. Korean/Mandarin moved this past weekend.

My January resolution: Meet the new neighbours. Make a good impression.

My catchphrase - revised

2006-01-24T14:38:00.001-05:00

So, fo' shizzle is a little dated now...I'm changing it to Oh no you di-ernt (don't forget to shake that hand a-la street-ho).

This sounds great with a British street-ho accent: Oh no you di-ernt, oh you did, yah, hummm, bloody amazing, love it, god save the Queen, trousers, bollocks, she gets on my tits, John Lennon, chalk, cheese, Pete Tong, chuft, skinny strap vest, rah-rah-rah".

Have a nice day :)

2006-01-24T08:04:00.000-05:00

Sigh! Last night's concert was awesome! BJ sure knew how to put on a show. Everyone was up on their seats chanting away to every song. I was hoarse by the end of the night.

We were seated centred, but fairly far back. If it weren't for the big screen, and my binoculars, I would not have seen much. But the opening act wasn't shown on the big screen. I guess it was reserved for the Main show. Just as well. I could've done without it. This guy was apparently a 16 year old guitar sensation. But from where I was sitting, all I could see was hair. Reminded me of a just-starting-Slash. He sounded like Otto from The Simpsons. But I finally caught a glimpse of his face after many binocular focus adjustments, I was blown away at how some 16 year old pimple-faced looking kid could sound like a freakin' 35 year old Otto! I must admit this kid's got talent, and I'm sure he'll make a name for himself in the future.. obviously he hasn't yet, seeing as I can't recall his name for the life of me.

The show started. The crowd screamed. Then the demon couple found their seats in front of me and sis. Oh sure... they looked all innocent and mature when I first set eyes on them. Then a few glasses... no... cups... of beer... then WHAMO! Demon couple!!!! For the rest of the show, I saw BJ and RS past their waving arms. I wish I had a weed-wacker at that point.

They were so freakin' drunk, they were swaying like no tomorrow, making out like no tomorrow, and whistelling like everyone was deaf. Kinda ironic actually, throughout the whole damn show, their arms were always swaying up in the air (I was waiting for them to accidentally poke one of my eyes out so I could have the excuse to break their arms), but when the song "Raise your hands" was on, that's when they weren't. Huh. Know why? Because dummy guy, with all his uncontrollable "dancing" rammed his head on her nose!!! HA!!!! Slight satisfied snicker from me. While he was trying to comfort his poor hurt puppy, they lit up a ciggy. Great. I wanted to grab that thing and put it out in her beer. I wonder if they would've noticed. Many scenarious ran through my head of grabbing both of their heads and smacking them against each other. Wow. The violent side of me is starting to come out. Okay. I'm really not that violent... only in video games. But eventually, their annoyingness-ness got to my sis since she finally told the guy that his incessant loud whistling to the beat of the drum was ruining the song. He stopped, but Ms. Mynosehurtsnow told him to do it more! Nice.

Well, there's my venting session. I was suppose to give you my excellent review of the band... and the fantastic music... and the VERY HOT RS... but oops! I'm not sure where all that venting came from ;)

Let's just say, Ms. Mynosehurtsnow left her VERY nice looking burberry scarf behind when they bolted out of there... perhaps scared that sis and I were going to beat the crap out of them after the show.

Yes. It was indeed a memorable concert.

Cow pajamas

2006-01-23T23:36:00.000-05:00

Cow pajamas cow pajamas, sleeping in my cow pajamas. Yes, I (badly) photoshopped myself with cow pajamas, only because they are the same ones I have, but I do not have a picture of myself with them on, so this is the closest I could come to. Cow pajamas... Ok, I should NOT drink a bottle of wine before bed. Have a good week evr'body!

Oh... and

2006-01-23T16:42:00.000-05:00

GO HABS GO!!!!

Shot Thru the Heart

2006-01-23T16:34:00.000-05:00

Yup! You guessed it! So psyched to see the Bon Jovi concert tonight. But really, I'm going, not only for the fab tunes, but to catch a glimpse of hummana-hummana Richie Sambora. Sis and I are going to have a gals night out (her bday present to moi)... gonna sing along until my voice runs out... and have the best time anyone can have on a Monday night.

4 words...

2006-01-23T15:55:00.002-05:00

Put on some weight...

My Cup Runneth Over...

2006-01-23T09:29:00.000-05:00

...actually, my toilet bowl runneth over and what a mess it made! Yes, that summed up my weekend - with dirty toilet water causing a near flood in my house that got worse before it actually got better.

You see, as I was getting ready to bring Cinderella to the ball (actually it was Kindergym, but its all the same now), my trusty toilet decided that flushing was not an option that morning. Attempts to plunge the vessel did not work, and when I resorted to the high power "One Second Plumber", thats where the trouble began. The gasses in the contraption actually caused all the toilet water to bubble over the top instead of flushing down, which caused the flood (I'm now singing "New Orleans Is Sinking" in my head). After mopping the huge mess up (with great thanks and help from Cinderella who bravely grabbed her 2-square foot bath towel to help me!), I ran downstairs to grab a mop to finish the job. That's when I head the awful sound... drip, drip, drip. Where was it coming from if I was standing in my kitchen? Well, the yucky toilet water was now streaming out of my potlights in the kitchen over what used to be clean dishes!!!!! Cue panic attack.I dry up the lights and leave notes for dear hubby all over the house NOT to turn the lights on and head out to KinderGym. I return an hour later to find a bucket underneath a different potlight with about 2 inches of water streaming out. Drywall has bubbled, I'm afraid the house is now going to set on fire, and the @#$%^$%#@$%^#@ toilet STILL doesn't work! With great thanks to the Boss Lady's help, we called in RotoRooter to fix the job. Where was the problem? A crappy (excuse the pun!) designed toilet bowl!

We are now planning the ceremonial Toilet Tossing to replace with a better flushing unit. Note to self, and to anyone planning on buying a new home: INVEST IN A GOOD TOILET!!! You'll save yourself a lot of heartaches!!

quick note

2006-01-22T18:16:00.000-05:00

hey green team!
hope everyone had a fabulous weekend! i'm off monday so we'll catch up on tuesday and tomorrow i'll keep intact using my glysomed cream.

kuya

Happy weekend

2006-01-20T21:06:00.000-05:00

Ah, the weekend...it was such a long, long time coming huh!? (sorry, eh?!) It's just gone 9pm, and I am sat in my bedroom blogging to you all. I have some gorgeous music on (Yaz - Only You, it's an Office classic, and now a bit of Oasis [Don't Go Away or Little By Little - get downloading Kuya], in tribute to the Motherland!) I am so glad to be clad in my joggy bottoms, taking it easy. Mr. H is playing Sony NHL 2006 in anticipation for tomorrow's Bruins game (fingers crossed huh!?) and I am playing online, checking a few me-mails and my trusty blogs - for which I now have 2!!!

Happy weekend guys - love you all heaps, thanks for everything and I really hope to have a proper catch-up with you all when I am more familiar with the new job!!! Until then, I am going to continue charging about and talking to myself!! Check out Hits though - as those graphics are mine!!!!

Bye for now - and promise no smacked faces on Monday!!!! Happy weekend OAC family!

K xx

Sno way!

2006-01-20T16:11:00.000-05:00

Ah. Finally Friday. Can't wait to go home, kick back with a nice cold bottle of beer, gobble up some pizza, and head over to my weekend home before the apparent 'snow storm' hits @ midnight.

I just hope the Habs get their act back together. After last night's disappointing loss, this girl is gonna want a reason to say "Booyah Grandma" on Saturday night! C'mon!

Hope everyone has a nice weekend! Enjoy all that snow!

stacy keibler

2006-01-20T11:37:00.000-05:00

who has been following dancing with the stars?
all i have to say is... hot.

her personality kicks serious ass which makes her that much hotter.

*note: it's on again tonight (results) and there's going to be a breakdancing performance!

Unagi...

2006-01-20T09:44:00.000-05:00

Very nice quote Sandrocchia... worthy of our Quote Closet.

Not much to report today either, except that I finally remembered to cut the forgotten fingernail from yesterday... so all my nails are now short and neat. However, I did forget to wear my belt today... expect to see me yanking up my pants (trousers) all day. Not to worry Kuya, I won't be clipping my cellphone to my pants!

...there was this girl....

2006-01-20T09:28:00.000-05:00

...and she was sitting at her desk trying to figure out what the @#$%$ Fo Shizzle meant! Doesn't matter 'cuz she found her way here to the Forum, where we can rant and rave and bitch and just release. So, today, I have nothing of great interest to share, but I will toss out one of my favorite quotes. Don't know who wrote this, or if I get the translation right (it sounds much better in Italian), but here it goes:

"A friend is someone who, despite knowing everything about you, still likes you."

To my OAC friends - I love you all!!
Thanks Kuya for getting the ball rolling!

The Beginning...

2006-01-20T09:10:00.000-05:00

True creativity often starts where language ends.
— Arthur Koestler (1905 - 1983) Hungarian-English novelist, essayist
The Act of Creation, 1964.