More Weird Things

Fair is fair, and after making a friend give up 6 more items of so called weirdness, here's a few more of mine:

1. As a child I had 3 cats as pets, one after the other, not all at the same time. I named them all Clementine.
2. I drank milk from my baby bottle until I was 5 years old, and haven't drank milk ever since the bottle was taken away from me, except in my coffee.
3. I am so ticklish that I had to stop in the middle of a reflexology appointment as I was laughing and moving too much.
4. I am slightly oc, and have to turn around every morning as I round the corner to make sure the garage door is closed.
5. I have a bad habit of talking when I shouldn't be, and not talking when I should.
6. Little things sometimes bug me more than they should, like people who are late; or people who have 9 items in the 8 item or less check out line.

Tagged

Got a message today that I had been tagged, and that I should check out the offender's blog to learn all about it. Quickly made my way over there, as I had no idea what "being tagged" meant.

The rules are:

I have to post 6 weird things about myself. People who get tagged have to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

I'll play by part of the rules, but regretfully must skip the last, as I don't know 6 people to tag. Maybe number 1 should be: I hate rules.

Here's my list:

1. I think it's OK to wear high-rise underwear with low-rise jeans.
2. I'd rather to go to the dentist and have my teeth cleaned, than go to the hairdresser's, as I can't stand having my head touched.
   
3. I'm fidgety.
4. I'm a picky eater.
5. I have a warped sense of humour
6. I hate talking about myself.

I could go on and on, but that would violate number 6.

LOL!

Silent Scream

A very old friend, who was hanging around. A vintage doll, which belonged to vintage me.

Today I took the afternoon off work, as there were more than a few demands and chores and "Can you pls help me?", piling up.

Started the afternoon off nicely with Belly Dance class. It's fun, even though my little friend here is probably more flexible than I am, which makes things a bit of a challenge when combined with a general lack of co ordination.

From there, ran around like mad, got everything done, and everyone settled.

Here I sit, ready to either run away and join the circus, or run outside screaming.

Weird Dreams

Had a particularly vivid and weird dream last night. Could have been the combo of pizza, chips, and ice cream, or maybe not.

There was one large white rat and a number of small white mice, running around and alive and well. As expected, this is not a very favourable dream to have.

One of the dream interpetor site states:

Mice

To see mice in your dream, symbolizes domestic problems, business loss, deceit, and insincere friends. It represents minor problems in which you are spending too much time dwelling on.

Hmmmm, I figure it's definately work related, and wonder who is the rat and which are the mice. Usual or new suspects?

Brother Chico

So after 2 days of flustration (lol) trying to get Myspace upload video to work unsuccessfully, it was suggested that I try photobucket instead as recommended by one who knows.

This is "my brother chico" singing pretty for his mommy. If you listen closely you can hear her talking to him.

Attention Christmas Shoppers

It's official, Christmas shopping season has begun.

I promised to take female godchild shopping today, alone just her and I, per her request-- not even her mother was allowed to walk around with us, for 3/4 of the mall visit. I think she needed one of those "it's all about me, attention days." So all cell phone calls had to be kept to a minimum...sorry.

The mall was insanely busy, and Sears even more so. I was looking at a brown suede jacket at Sears, and had my hand on it, when a lady comes up and grabs it off the rack. Since I really didn't want the jacket, and was merely looking at, I made no issue, except to loudly tell Steph what had happened, within earshot of said lady. Welcome to Christmas shopping.

Got another of my Christmas presents bought today, a "replacement" ring for the one my mom lost. It's a mini eternity ring....mini because the diamonds don't go all the way around. It's really lovely, I think, and I hope she likes it.

I had found one that looked something similar to the band that she lost, but thought that since the original is truly irreplaceable, I should get one that's different, as opposed to trying to replicate the lost one. I hope I made the right decision.

I remember I had once "lost" an emerald ring, and looked for ever trying to find it and buy another, until a lady at a jewellery store gave me some good advice...don't try to find one like the one you've lost, as it's almost impossible to find an exact match, and every time you look at it, you'll think of the one you lost, so you should get something different. It was great advice, especially since I found my emerald ring 5 years later. I hide things so well sometimes, that I forget myself where I've put them.

So hopefully she'll like her new ring, and maybe the old one will turn up at some point.

Yeah Right!

While blog surfing one day, came across this site that supposedly uses face recognition technology to see which celebrities you look like, I guess from a facial structure perspective.

So the first time I ran it, it determined that I look like Hugh Grant, Larry King, a bunch of other men, and some woman I didn't recognize. Well it took me a week to get over the horrible news that I look like Larry King, before I mustered up the nerve to try again.

I ran it again, using a different photo, and here's the results below. At least the second time, there were more women than men, which is comforting. Strange that the best match was a girl from the Asian part of Italy. Somehow I'm having a bit of difficulty accepting this facial recognition technology, as there were no duplicates from one to the other, and I don't see any resemblance. It's too bad the celebrity names don't come across, as I only can name one of them.

Trees in Fall

Red and yellow, green & brown, all the leaves are tumbling down, days are nippy, nights are clear, summer's over, autumn's here.

These leaves should be tumbling down pretty soon:

Isn't this the perfect tree to grace a cemetery?

More Barfday Pics

My gym buddies!














Frank the Pie Guy














Me & Mom

















Don't bug us when Deal or No Deal is on.











Nate & Fran

Barfday Pics

Today was my birthday, aka barf day. It started off with the breakfast of champions-- a piece of my birthday cake, which was a Zuppa Inglese--vermouth soaked lady fingers layers covered in an italian lemon custard cream.

Went to work, and got a few calls there, and more at home, of friends & family wishing me a hb. Got quite a few nice presents:

1. A gorgeous pearl and crystal silver necklace and earring set.
2. A camera
3. A beautiful amber pendant and chain.
4. A lovely gold & diamond circle pendant & chain.
5. A gorgeous purse named percy faith and a wallet named wally wallenza. Hadn't thought of these names since high school. This is not funny to anyone but me, like many of my stories --it's one of those you had to have been there!
6. A delicious liqueur: Godiva White Chocolate Cream, which we tasted and it's yummy.

You can never have enough jewellery, wallets or bags.

This evening had a few of my favourite visitors over to help celebrate, and we had a few laughs, and a few drinks and a few snacks. Turning 38 isn't so bad after all. lol! Seriously, I'd been feeling a bit down and wasn't really in a celebratory mood, but it was an unexpectedly nice bd.

Stupid blogger wouldn't line up the pictures and it stopped working after this....will load a few more pics tomorrow.

Deer in the Headlights

It appears that I have a phobia about having my pic taken, and this shows through loud & clear in pictures. This coming from my gorgeous friend, who is extremely photogenic.

Of course, she has decided that she WILL get a good shot of me! Somehow I am reminded of belly dance classes , where she decides that I am going to learn to do something, even if it kills me.

So the Deer in the Headlights picture of me has been replaced by a real deer in the headlights.

Nature shots are so much more stress free.

LOL

Today

So after a tough yesterday and night, my mom was determined to go to the cemetery for the annual all souls' day mass.

Here she is getting ready, putting her earrings on, as she can't/won't go anywhere without them.

She did pretty well, and made it through about 2 hours away from home, and then slept most of the afternoon.

Steph spent the day here, with my computer, except for a few brief pauses to do my hair, have lunch and dinner, and call me to come in to see this or that on myspace or limewire.

Finally got to go on the computer after 11:30, and am enjoying the peace and quiet and darkness.




I spent a few moments with my camera, as you can see. Lots more pics, but here's just a few. My stab at coming out of the anonymity shadows, for today anyways.

I'm slowing discovering some cool things that it can do, like give me a tan when I don't really have one. How cool is that??

Considering this is my first digital camera, I continue to be amazed at the possibilities, and the ease at which mistakes can be erased.

Age is All Relative

The internet does not lie! Here's the latest quiz results for my upcoming birthday. Notice it says what age do you ACT? Could be interpreted in a few ways, I think! LOL!

You Are 29 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Whatever

So I started to write a blog about the past year, since my birthday is looming ever closer. Found it was too introspective, and melancholy, and decided I wasn't in the mood for writing such a blog today. Focus will switch to general stuff:

1. Still loving my pearls.

2. Still loving my new camera. Likely will become a mild obsession for a bit, and must guard against looking like the perpetual tourist.

3. Must get used to this new photo technology, and get over the fact that cropping and photo fixing feels like cheating.

3. Finished off the round of doctor's appointments for the week. YAY!

4. Today's appointment went very well...double yay!!

5. Stubborn mom has decided to prove idiot neurologist wrong about the you will suffer for a year, and actually had a few slightly better than usual days...triple yay!!!

6. Had the afternoon off, as I didn't want to go to back. Got my licence plate renewed. Had to lie and tell them I never received the renewal form, but actually lost it. Oddly, the process was easier than usual, since I didn't have to fill out any forms. go figure.