ooops I totally wanted to post WHO my pal is! Her name is Rochelle and she is fantastic. Go visit her at her blog.
Thanks again Rochelle, you made this exchange a lot of fun!
ooops I totally wanted to post WHO my pal is! Her name is Rochelle and she is fantastic. Go visit her at her blog.
Thanks again Rochelle, you made this exchange a lot of fun!
I have loved Julia Roberts as stated several times, most recently in my Why God hates Santa rant.
On Oprah the other day I watched her with Tom Hanks as they were plugging their new movie Charlie Wilson’s War . She is just the most refreshing person in hollyweird. I imagine that going to her house would be very comforting, very real, very unglamorous. Yes their stove would probably be worth more than my car but I picture her as being very grounded. One day I’d like to meet her…maybe while I’m knitting in an airport she’ll come by and we’ll have a chat…I’d like her to know how much I like her. I’d like this to happen in a way that doesn’t entail me getting a restraining order put out against me but if it happens, meh.
The best client meeting EVER happened for me today (now yesterday cause I forgot to publish this post). I usually like the people I work with, we usually get along. I’m not in this for just the money so it’s important for me to really like the people that I’m going to spend quality ‘home buying’ time with. ..today I met someone that I HAVE to work with for a while. Why you ask…because technically they aren’t buying for a few months. Other realtors would pawn them off, put them on a list to call later and leave it at that…not me. This girl is a girl after my own heart. We had a conversation in which she used the term ‘that’s how i roll’ without skipping a beat. She has muppet figurines that she displays in her livingroom AND is crafty. But the absolute best part about meeting her was her reason for moving. Her new husband and her moved to the city a while ago…they didn’t know the city….they rented a place at a time when the rental market was really strapped. So they aren’t in the worse part of town, but they aren’t in the best. That would be okay I think except……their next door neighbour is um….how do I put this delicately….he’s an ‘in charge’ kind of guy. He’s a ‘top dog’ type of guy. he’s a ‘controlling the situation’ type of guy. okay i’ll just spell it out. her next door neighbour is a practising BDSM guy….as in she spends every night listening to the most explicit sexual romps that you can imagine. Spankings and whips and chains, the whole kit and caboodle……And what does she do? She goes next door, knocks on his door and says ‘buddy, when you brush your teeth, i can hear you. and EVERYTHING that you do that is louder than brushing your teeth, i can hear that too’. I think I love her. This is what she told me when I asked when they were hoping to move. She is now a friend AND a client.
Oh…..my Secret Pal package. here’s the list of great stuff…..when Scottie gets home maybe he can get the half eaten camera to take pictures….i.love.my.dog.
I just received my Secret Pal package. It’s amazing. It’s very sweet and I’m thrilled. I’ll write more tomorrow because right now N and I are having movie night and we’re watching High School Musical. (please make it stop…..oh god, make it stop) But suffice it to say, it’s the coolest Secret Pal package and I’m very happy.
Yippee! I just went and picked up my prize at The Bounce radio station! I am now the proud owner of Jamie Oliver’s new book Cook with Jamie. He’s hot and he was one of my old pretend boyfriends, I think I’ll put him back on the ‘active’ list.
And an 8 inch saute pan that is EXTREMELY heavy. I love it!
I love winning things.
I still have uber hurting knee from volleyball but I played last night and we WON! I was like a giselle out there….well a giselle that has a bum knee.
Sunday is Emmett’s birthday. Sunday is the Western final with the Saskatchewan Roughriders. Emmett’s birthday happens every year. The Roughriders in the playoffs is such a rarity that I’m sure he has no problem with his mother being WAY more excited about the game than his stupid birthday which just shows people how old I am. This is the world. This is me. This is the world revolving around me….. don’t worry, he’s used to it.
There are times when I read other blogs and get inspired to write a post, I use my online muse in a way that starts my engine (as it were). Some blogs make me feel like part of a community at one with knitters and bloggers around the world, some make me feel like I’m a loser who stalks much cooler people than myself for sport. Since some of the blogs I read, read my blog I won’t tell you which fall into what category…except Marin, she is CLEARLY way cooler than me….(i’m just saying that cause there’s a miniscule chance the vibrator cosy she’s knitting might be for me). I’m a bit behind on the blog reading and I admit that I am much further behind on the blog writing but today I’ve been inspired! I’m signing up for a cake decorating class. Not because I particularly have any great desire to be a world famous cake decorator but all because I read this post by Jensylvania who is BEYOND funny and witty and made me want to make cupcakes today.
THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE,
BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you ’cause I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other –
that is, until I met your brother.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes –
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe, “Go to hell.”
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
Thank god….halloween is OVER for another year. At least the weather was warm (silver lining). I can’t even pretend to like halloween I think it’s a big pain in the ass but the kiddos love it so I guess I can’t boycott it. I have eaten more tiny chocolate bars than I care to admit and the only thing that is keeping me from raiding some more is that they are too far away and I’m lazy. The best thing about Halloween is Tim Curry. Cause some Campy Tim Curry will make anyone smile.