Pure Madness

Last weekend, for some strange reason, I allowed myself to get invited to a Martini party at my friend Tricia's house. I was supposed to be studying for my mid-term. I somehow got it in my head that I'd still be able to do this(?). Fuck, whatever.
Adam had to work the next day, so we arranged that he'd drop me off at Tricia's house and then I'd cab it back later so that I could sleep in a bit and still be home for Claudia. Incoherent is fine, she's 10, she can handle it. Apparently I can't.
The evening started out slow - for a while, there was just 4 of us. The good bartender Amy made us a melon-type martini - very yummy, went down a little too quickly, don't know how that happened. We chatted, gossipped, music low in the background. Amy made us a second. A little stronger - more like your standard vodka martini. That one was more of a sipper. A couple more ladies arrived. Music started getting louder. We got into the spread in the other room - lots of yummy food (and the strawberry brie from M & M's is to DIE for!). Then we suddenly started gunning. I honestly don't know how it happened. But there was a lot of mixing involved, which probably had a lot to do with my tummy troubles the following day. By this point, the music was blaring (I heard the words "as long as we piss of the bitch next door I'll be happy" somewhere along the way as well). We started grooving. A certain nurse got provoked into calling in sick for her morning shift. 2 cabs arrive and off we go - to the Foggy Dew. Good times.
Kelly goes home some time around 3am. Barely manages to brush her teeth and somehow crawls into bed. Wakes up some time around 10am. Feels like shite. The rest is a blur, but I somehow manage to crawl back into bed around 11:30 and sleep 'til 2pm. Then get up and decide it's time to do some housework and study and feel like shite some more.
Am I bad? Yes. Still have a bit of that headache today. But was it fun? Definitely! Will it be done again? Absolutely.

You Asked

Further to Carly's comment about my inability to update this blog (shit, I hadn't even checked emails in 4 days!), here's my response.

#3) (Coles notes version)
Once upon a time, there were these two friends. Kind of like Thelma and Louise. No, more like female versions of Matt & Ben.
One of them decides that she's going to go into the office and catch up on a little work on Saturday morning. The other had just met some cool guy from Whistler and he was in town with his friends for the day and she wanted to hook up with them so she was going to catch a ride into the city with her friend and then they'd catch up together later.
So, uh, for the story let's just call the first one Kelly, heads out Saturday morning and picks up uh, oh, let's just call the second one Carly, at 9am as planned.
The two are driving down the empty highway and Carly, for some unknown reason, pulls out a mickey of Tequila from her bag and suggests a drink. She may have been half-joking, I don't know. Kelly, half-seriously, says "Hey, I have a glass!" and proceeds to dump the change out of the glass that somehow left the bar with her one evening and was just sitting in the cup holder.
By 9:30am, there's an empty bottle of tequila on the floor, Kelly's day of playing catch-up at work is completely shot and if the liquor store had been open that early in the morning, the two of them would've been completely incoherent before noon.

The End.

*This story based on actual real-life events. Names have not been changed because neither one of these girls is innocent so there's no reason to protect anyone.

#2)
Does anyone reading this know who my favourite band EVER is? (Carly, you're not allowed to answer until other's have had a chance)

#1)
Carly is fascinated that I have an assistant. She's not a PERSONAL assistant, she's just supposed to do a lot of the clerical stuff for me when I'm on the road. Either way, Carly appears quite amused by this fact. So Carly, I'm handing the podium over to you now. List 10 things that you would like to make my assistant do.

The Arctic Zone

This is my office. At least it feels that way. And when the weather is nice and hot and sunny outside, it's worse inside my office!

So I come to work in a pretty skirt and short-sleeved sweater and open-toed shoes and freeze my butt off.

Even my tea is cold now.

I'm going to make some cup-of-soup and tomorrow, I'm bringing my Magic Bag to work. Not just for my cramps, but to keep me warm.

I can only quietly complain on here - if I say anything in the office, they'll crank the heat and then I'll be sweating to death. So I'll just keep quiet and plug in the little heater under my desk and continue my cup-of-soup diet.

If You Only Knew

Yesterday we went to the combined birthday party of Munson, Claudia and my big brother Dean. It was at Dean's house, which I'm grateful for. We barbecued hot dogs and hamburgers, played a bit of Bocce, ate cake and enjoyed a few beverages. Good times.
Not to mention all the gifts. It's great - I don't need to shop for the girls until back-to-school shopping begins.
And the previously mentioned cake? Not bad... it even came with a little necklace.

All I can say now is, thank GOD the month of May is almost over. There were 10 birthdays for friends and family this month and, now that I'm completely broke, we can work towards July and the other 8 or so birthdays we have to look forward to....

On A Roll....

So I wandered around that website and found this one and HAD to do it.
Only I hate white chocolate....

You are White Chocolate

You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

Oh well, it's not a bad description!

Nothing More

You Are New York

Cosmopolitan and sophisticated, you enjoy the newest in food, art, and culture.You also appreciate a good amount of grit - and very little shocks you.You're competitive, driven, and very likely to succeed. Famous people from New York: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Tupac Shakur, Woody Allen

What American City Are You?

Munson Turns 3

You know how they always say you spend a fortune buying kids wonderful presents for their birthdays or Christmas and then after, you wonder why you spent so much on them because they end up spending more time playing with the box?
Not Munson.

She prefers the bubble wrap.

She does, however, really like her gifts as well:

Like her new Nemo fish tank. It's the cutest thing! We had bought one for her cousin for Christmas and when we went to their house on Boxing Day, she had it all set up and Olivia fell in love with it. So I bought her one a week later. But being the mean mom that I am, I waited until May to give it to her on her birthday. I refuse to buy my kids stuff during the year (except necessities, of course), but I have a closet full of stuff that I've bought them and wait until their birthdays to give to them. And now I also have a secret drawer.

Back to Munson - when my dad asked her what she got for her birthday, she told him "Cake". The kid LOVES cake. Today is the birthday party at my brother's house and on the way, we'll be picking up the Strawberry Shortcake decorated-birthday cake from Safeway.

Here's her other favourite present (and should I be worried about skankdom?):

Her new bikini and her new flip-flops. We bought them yesterday and as soon as we left the store, she sat outside and took off her running shoes and socks and asked me to cut the tag on her new "slip-flops" so she could wear them right away. At least the bikini she waited until she got home.

I figure I can wait until September to refer to her as my pre-schooler rather than my toddler. ~sigh~

Munson is growing up so fast...

Snip Snip

Guess where Dante (er...Dumbass) is going in 3 days....(Evil laughing in background)

Will update after his little operation is complete. Mwahahahahahaaaaaaa

(sorry guys, I've been swamped lately and must go do some actual work now and read some of my textbook afterward. I promise I will be back with something interesting to tell soon)

Welcome to The Ghetto

Last weekend we had new neighbours move in next door. We hadn't really met them - they were busy moving, we didn't want to bug them (yet!). Until tonight.
Dumbass (my new name du jour for little kitty Dante), decided to explore their roof. And not be able to descend. Hence his new name.
Adam and I tried calling, using our little stepladder to coax Dumbass down. To no avail. So Adam said he'd knock on the door, introduce himself and ask if he could go to their upstairs to try to call Dumbass to the window. Didn't work, Dumbass decided he'd get more scared and crawl further up into a corner of the roof, away from the window.
So, I then asked our nice, friendly new neighbour Sammy if he had a ladder. He said yes. I put on my brave face and said "Ok, I'll go get him". I HATE heights.
I shakily climb up the ladder onto slanted roof (with nice, strong clay tiles....that I can hear moving beneath my feet). Did I mention I'm wearing crappy little slip-on moccasin-type shoes? I grab Dumbass, who is also shaking, queitly crying, and suddenly VERY clingy. And now I have to climb down the ladder with him? Are you kidding? Adam, barefoot and all, climbs halfway up and, a few scratches later, I manage to pry Dumbass's claws out of my back AND my front at the same time and hand him down.
I'm calling the vet tomorrow to book Dumbass in for his "operation" in hopes it will calm him down.
I must now go apply antibiotic ointment to my wounds.
Oh, and I'll order some flowers and have them sent to my nice new neighbours as well.