Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Scottish Terrier and Dog News is not just the talk of the dog world, but the talk of Kentucky.
Do these guys have anything to do with softwood lumber, do you think?
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
1. Often it is not good to listen to heartwrenching breakup songs on one's iPod while walking home from work. I wept openly listening to Ryan Adams' "Harder Now That It's Over" while making my way through Chinatown today. I frightened the shoppers, who thought I was a crazy white lady. I was recalling a year ago this weekend, when we spent time with my husband's family in the country and had loads and loads of fun. I played disco music and everyone danced. My husband and I got it on lovingly when we retired to the bedroom. This would have been well into Round 2 with the unspectacularly racked so-desperate-for-a-man-I'll-help-myself-to-someone-else's-thanks girlfriend, I realize now.
2. Why can't you go to get a passport photo taken and then choose the best one on the digital camera? I went to a place today -- he pushed the shutter twice and handed them over. I look like an angry, violent lesbian prison guard just waiting to have my way with Paris Hilton. It just seems unfair in this digital age. Can't they just keep snapping til they get to one we like?
3. The avocado BLT recommended by Granny might have been the most delectable sandwich ever. Thanks Granny.
4. My son got dumped by his tall chesty girlfriend on Saturday morning and by Saturday night, she wanted him back. He took her back. I think this was a mistake. Now she has the upper hand. But is it wrong to counsel young teens to play games in relationships? If he wanted her back, shouldn't he have taken her back? I think pride is childish, when you really think about it. It also requires a denial of what you really feel and want. Your thoughts?
5. My hot yoga date's ex-girlfriend wants him back. I told him he was a wonderful man with a body that should be in use, and if he wants to get back with her, I would totally understand, since I am nowhere near putting his body to use. I reminded him I am ruined for men for the time being -- I just can't go there. He said he doesn't want her back and can we still do hot yoga once a week? How sweet is that?
6. Go Anaheim!
I agree with your comments on Famke. On some metaphysical level, her current brows just "don't make sense."Tearfree revisited Blu's Eyebrow Blog, and has completely revised her opinion of it; it's not lame at all. Great brow shots of both famous people and regular gals. These arty eyebrows are Tearfree's current favourite.
I am disappointed that you think my blog is "kind of lame," but I'm interested to know how you think it could be improved. My blog will never be a "how to" and I will likely never discuss techniques, specific trends or anything else in any detail. Mostly I will just post comments and pictures of things I enjoy personally.
Now that I see there are some others commenting on brows (I never really checked), I will link to you from a typelist of "Related Sites" or something.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Until recently it was widely believed that cancer was caused mostly by our lifestyle and dietary choices, with a little bit of hereditary bad luck thrown in. It is not only humans, however, who are getting cancer. The evidence of cancer in the animal realm is one of many factors that are fuelling a sea change in public thinking about the causes of cancer.Now, maybe it's just me but I always thought that most cancers were pretty much a lottery with the cause still to be determined. Aren't tobacco-and-asbestos-caused cancers the exception rather than the rule?
Now, my friend is a smart woman who works in communications and is used to explaining complicated issues to people in terms they can understand.
"You know," I tell her, "I'm always deeply suspicious of people who can't explain what they do. Really, how hard can it be?"
My friend tells me that her boyfriend, who spends half his time in New York, claims that in New York no one even asks him what he does because it's all so obvious.
"That's really pretentious," I say.
"Yes," says my friend, "I know. I quoted that Jay McInerney line at him about how people go to New York to reinvent themselves."
On top of all this, my friend's boyfriend, who seems to be quite a nice guy, is also pretty broke although apparently, at other times, he has been rolling in money.
Dear readers, what do you all make of this situation?
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Good question so Tearfree went and checked it out.
Unfortunately, because Tearfree hasn't compared Wiped Life with a Pint-Sized Dictator to softwood lumber in some time, Wiped! has fallen out of the top spot on lumber and wood news. With any luck, this post will help it work its way back up.
PageSlaves reports, however, that for the week of May 20th, Wiped was number nine on the Canadiana list.
Since the Canadiana list sounds about the same as the lumber and wood news list to Tearfree, that means Eckler could use a little boost.
So here it is, you go girl.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Today's Scottie Youtube of the day is highly recommended although she's still partial to the foreign film one even if its production values are nowhere near as good.
This event was sadistically constructed as five separate shows. To avoid having parents and guests showing up only for their special ballerina's show, the ballet teachers gave kids one main part and then bit parts in two or three of the other shows thereby holding the unwilling audience captive.
Help stop the madness of three-hour-plus children's performances, which are especially prevalent at this time of year. Be it a ballet recital, a concert, the school play or a synchro swim gala, we parents cannot be held hostage any more.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Since we are on a food theme right now, I thought I'd share this: I have become obsessed with avocadoes. I can't stop eating them. Yesterday, I had an avocado sandwich -- just sliced of avocado, salt and pepper, a little lemon juice, some tomato, on toasted multi-grain bread. It was really, really something -- perhaps one of the best sandwiches I have ever eaten, although maybe anything would have tasted delectable after an hourlong spin class.
I could just cut one open, remove the stone and just eat it plain, actually. I love them so much.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Inspired by Jacy and a special sale price, Tearfree bought these and served them with fresh pineapple. They were good but a little on the sweet side. Fresh fruit cobblers and crumbles are still way better.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Tearfree has little sympathy for whiny entertainment execs being dragged kicking and screaming into the digital age. They did it to themselves and continue to do so. First there were the expensive CDs with one or two decent tracks. And now, even in the days pf music downloading, TV moguls are packaging their DVDS as if it's 1995 all over again.
Recently, Tearfree, who is now hooked on Nip/Tuck, became infuriated by this practice. Luckily she owned the first and best season so she did not discover what was going on until she had to rent season two and found that Disc 6, the one with the season finale and only the season finale, cost just as much to rent as the first five discs which had three episodes each.
Now since a DVD can easily fit four episodes this is just a money-squeezing scam, which will backfire by pissing people off and making them feel completely fine about using free aka illegal downloads.
When will they ever learn?
And while we're at it, what about the video stores cashing in on this money suckage. Perhaps they know they've got to get it while they can as they're about to go extinct as well.
Update: Tearfree will not rent the final episode partly on principle and partly because she knows that it's a prequel to Season 3, which is supposed to be a disaster. Can anyone here offer their opinion on Season 4?
Friday, May 18, 2007
I look forward to reading your songs, and your explanations for how they got there. Here are mine:
1. How Soon is Now? The Smiths. This one got in my head because I listened to it on my iPod coming to work this morning and appreciated it anew for the masterpiece downer anthem that it was. "I am human and I need to be loved, just like anybody else does."
2. Take Off (to the Great White North), Rush: Because I keep seeing those Bob and Doug McKenzie promotional advertisements on the CBC.
3. Half Breed, Cher. No idea. Not a single clue how and where it came from, and why it's in my brain.
4. Fame, Irene Cara. Ditto. It's just there. Every lyric, too: "Baby look at me, and tell me what you see? You ain't seen the best of me yet! Give me time and I'll make you forget the rest!"
5. Lover's Spit, the Feist version. As mentioned previously, it's been in my head for about a month and a half.
What is wrong with me? Is it an illness? Please share with me your own songs so I know it is not just me afflicted with this condition.
Even though the rest of the food in the little pizzeria was good, the pizza in question was awful and tasted just like you would imagine bbq chicken on a pizza would taste. Zero chemistry. Fusion that never should have been. No magic to make it work.
However that was a while back and being the naturally curious, tandoori loving person, she is, today Tearfree purchased a chicken tandoori pizza.
Update: The Chicken Tandoori Pizza was decent. Tearfree served it with a cauliflower and cashew curry and some plain yogurt for a nice light supper.
And for the first time, I noticed what a smoking hot body my yoga date has. A young man's body. Toned, sinewy and taut legs, arms and abs -- I believe I have never seen a body like that on a man of his age.
Now don't get me wrong -- I usually don't care at all about a man's physique. One of my old boyfriends had the most ridiculous feet -- they were practically webbed. If I am in love, I am in love. The physical packaging doesn't mean anything to me as much as the soul within.
All I am saying is that I noticed today, for the first time in the almost 20 years I have known him, that my neighbour/yoga date has the body of a 20-year-old plus a husky, raspy voice. That is all.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Unfortunately we don't know the answer, but any excuse to show Ethel and all those toothy Kennedy kids.
If you have links to more Ethel-with-the-kids photos, please send them along.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
1. Check out my new profile photo. How funny is that? I am going to Spain in July, so I thought it fitting.
2. My darling 12-year-old son, turning 13 next week, has a girlfriend. He is not yet five feet tall. She is five seven and has huge knockers. She is also known as being the biggest skank in the school. And he is totally smitten. My 16-going-on-17-year-old daughter is freaking, and actually said to me the other night: "If he loses his virginity before me, I will kill him." I have had many, many talks with my son about the importance of NOT DOING ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY SEXUAL UNTIL HE IS MUCH, MUCH OLDER. But any advice you have to give, I'd be most grateful for.
3. I have no libido since my marriage busted up. The only sex I have, in fact, is in the sex dreams I disturbingly have on a fairly regular basis about my husband -- a sort of highlight reel of our finest carnal moments. Then I wake up all hot and bothered, or feeling strangely satisfied, and remember none of that is ever happening again, and my libido once more goes into hibernation. I have never had no libido. It is very strange.
4. I am terrified of dating. Had to tell my neighbour/suitor that I have no libido and no desire to reawaken it because I am too heartbroken and must get over my husband. He was very understanding and kind. He still wants to do hot yoga once a week, though.
5. I never went on the anti-depressants. I battled through the worst period of my life, and am sort of starting to feel OK now, and I am glad I didn't do it. My shrink was right. You have to feel it. I don't even get drunk -- have really been drunk only once since he left. Tipsy a few times, but never drunk. I am glad I soldiered through without self-medicating in any way.
6. The ants have left my bedroom and are now in the bathroom. The bathroom!! I declared a Raid war again and delivered a near-fatal blow, I believe, but I wonder where they'll turn up next? And why?? Why are they here??
7. Paris Hilton is infuriating me with her virginal white frocks and church-going. For God's sake, woman, grow some balls, do a Martha Stewart, serve your time and grow up.
Friday, May 11, 2007
1. Paris Hilton. I become enraged just looking at her. No explanation really needed, is there? Just go onto any celebrity gossip blog, read the comments -- that pretty much sums up how I feel.
2. Sting, also known as Stink. Ruined The Police with his ego, and then even after they got back together and performed Roxanne on the Grammys, he had to go and ruin the song by Sting-ing it up with his stupid jazz guitar crap. The tour is going to be a disaster, with him Sting-ing up every fabulous Police song. Imagine Next to You with a jazz guitar solo in the middle? Oh, the sacrilege! He is a colossal egomaniac. No wonder Stuart Copeland loathes him.
3. Heather Mills. Mean-faced sympathy-card-playing gold-digger. When I watched Dancing with Stars, I wanted someone to club her over the head with her fake leg. I am not proud of that. But it was a visceral desire over which I had no control.
4. Jay Leno. Not at all funny, and that ridiculous high-pitched fawning laugh. Please, please, retire now, and let the far more worthy Conan have your job.
5. Celine Dion. While my hatred has eased slightly over the last few years, it's only because she hasn't been around much. Her hammy, chest-pounding, attention-mad antics when she's in the spotlight, however, cause me to cringe in embarrassment that she's a Canadian. Watch how, when she's interviewed, she starts speaking directly into the camera while mugging ridiculously.
UPDATE: I hadn't realized that Beaver Magazine .... yes, Beaver Magazine ... already has a Most Despised Canadian contest going. I see I am not alone in my Celine Dion loathing. I think it was when she was sporting the blonde buzzcut and jumped into a pond all muggy and hammy to congratulate a triumphant female golfer, thereby making the golfer's once-in-a-lifetime moment all about her, that I really started to despise.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
- I am riding my bike when a
fatheavyset guy asks me if I can give him a ride.
- I am jay walking on Mont Royal Ave. when a pair of cops tell me to wait for the traffic light. Never in my life in Montreal has this happened to me.
- I am out on the mountain when I notice that everyone has hiking poles. What's up with that? Does anyone know when this trend began?
- I am at the dog park when a dog pees on me.
Well that is great. Hats off to Laureen, but Tearfree has noticed that the cats in question are cute little kittens.
Would Laureen be prepared to take on Tearfree's cat Fonzie, or Jacy's cat Stevie Wonder, who is now biting her along with the ants, or, in a trans-border act of friendship,Mummy de Gallo's cat, who sounds as wicked as Fonzie?
Should we write to Laureen at firstname.lastname@example.org and ask her for advice on our cats or if they can be fostered on sussex Drive?
One of the little pests even climbed up my pajama leg last night and started chowing down viciously on my flesh. I was literally jumping around trying to shake it out of my pajamas. The back of my leg and my bum are now covered in angry red welts.
Do normal ants bite? The kind you see wandering around your garden? Not the big carpenter ants, nor the little tiny microscopic ones, but the average-sized ones? Who are these little invaders, and why are they chomping on my arse? Do they not realize I have to bare my leg flesh at hot yoga tonight?
As well, Stevie Wonder, the horny old perverted cat, also bit me tonight. He was getting so agitated while on my lap, dry humping as usual, that I started to push him off in disgust. He chomped down, hard, on my hand and wouldn't let go. So I figure the time is near. The time is near!!!!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I have always liked short hair. And throughout my life, I have periodically gone and gotten all my hair chopped off. Back in the sixties and seventies, this was considered a normal thing to do. Lots of girls had pixie cuts. Now, however, they all have long flowing tresses. My daughter just doesn't get why anyone would have short hair.
If I could pinpoint the time when short hair went out of style, I would have to say 1990. I had been chin-length to shoulder-length and curly for almost a decade when I decided I needed a change. The day after, someone from marketing and sales at my place of work accosted me in the bathroom. "Oh my gawd," she said. "How could you do it?"
"I like short hair," I said. The idea apparently was clearly completely beyond her sphere of comprehension.
Now, I know that not everyone likes short hair, especially men, but men with taste do like short hair on the women it suits. Think audrey Hepburn, Wendy Mesley, and Mia Farrow.
In fact when I told my hairdresser last fall I wanted to go short, we google imaged Mia in Rosemary's Baby and then he did the deed. I had it cut even shorter last week for summer and I love it.
Today, I took adorable long-haired but matted Bridget for her first Scottish terrier trim. Much as I like short hair on women with the right bones, I'm not wild about Scottie cuts that accentuate the breed's boxiness. But Bridget definitely needed something cooler for the summer so it seemed the way to go.
It wasn't until we were walking down the street together, with people looking at the two of us, however, that I realized I had become one of those people who resemble their dogs. There we both were -- shorn for the summer.
Update: Somewhat predictably, my daughter hates Bridget's new short look. The Dog Walkers at the park, on the other hand, showered her with compliments including the gay couple. While it's tru they're hippy gay guys as opposed to Queer Eye gay guys, the straight ex-dancer father of one of my daughter's daycare friends complimented me on her cut and then mine as well. So did the lone straight woman dog walker out this a.m. and that was before her dog peed on me, which I will address in a separate post.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
I only told one neighbour, very early on, what had happened, and that was because she was out walking her dog and caught me weeping while taking the garbage out. She is a sweet woman, and religious -- she is actually a preacher -- and she gave me some vaguely spiritual, yet comforting, pep talk as I cried. Because I had to go away for a week on business right after it happened and my husband was coming back to stay while I was gone, and I actually feared he would bring his girlfriend to the house, I asked her to keep an eye out and inform me if she saw a needy-looking brunette woman with a sadly unspectacular rack sneaking into my house. She saw nothing of the sort, she assured me.
But I guess the word got around. It is weird to be openly pitied. I almost wish they'd just come out and ask me what happened and whether I am OK, rather than being too scared to chat. I like most of my neighbours. Even the previously bitchy one is now very nice to me, nicer than she's ever been.
It is such a strange and weird time. The agreement is all signed and done and all of my friends say I should celebrate, I got a great deal, I won't have to move, everything will get better. And yet while I am grateful for that, in the grand scheme of things, I'd much rather have him, or the him he used to be, back. I'd take the old him back in five minutes, shower him with love and affection, put the past behind us, and trade this house -- the house where we exchanged vows in the living room -- and everything else material for him. He was worth much more to me than a comfortable home and financial security.
Oh well. Hot yoga and spinning, hot yoga and spinning. And hopefully neighbours who will soon chat!
Tearfree has to admit she's a little sceptical about this story given that a new study has just revealed that cell phones, whose use has been banned in hospitals for years, have no effect on medical equipment.
I have mixed feelings about her behaviour, but I don't want to leash her because there are only so many leash-free hours at the park, and the cops enforce those laws much better than they do the vagrancy ones. Plus, early to bed, early to rise and all that. On the other hand, I do worry she might get kicked one of these days but I suppose that would solve the problem.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Observations: Hot yoga is really ridiculously hot. Imagine the top floor of your house, in the worst heatwave you can imagine, with no AC. We are talking that kind of hot. I am not a big sweat-er, but the sweat was pouring off me and everyone else in 10 minutes. It felt great, actually -- very good for your skin. And if you are flexible, as I am, the poses are simple.
Date observations: My date is definitely hot for me, and apparently has been for some time. He remembers in great detail the time I came to the front door wearing my husband's oversized shirt, bare legs, with a young baby in my arms, many years ago. He says he is haunted by the memory. After 90 minutes of hot yoga, he also told me tonight my body is better now than it was when I was in my 20s. He also kissed me on the mouth when we said goodnight.
What effect has this had on me? Complete and utter panic. He is a good-looking man, and smart and sweet and kind. Yet I now equate sexual desire with severe pain. My husband passionately and feverishly came after me the night before he left me. What am I to make of that??!!?? Now I associate anyone lustful with someone who is going to rip my heart out.
This is going to take some time. Curious to know what my secret admirer has to say about that.