I love movies, and I love going to the movies. What I don’t love is some of the other patrons who attend the movie with you.  Last night I was at the movies with JJ (sister…ok sister in law, but she seems like my own sister) and T, there was a couple sitting behind us who talked through the entire movie.  When the volume went up in the movie, the volume went up in their mouths.  And…they weren’t even speaking english, they were yammering on in another language.  I feel like I have whip-lash today I turned around to death stare them so many times, but they were completely oblivious to my attempts to scorn them for rude behaviour.  There are a few more culprits out there that can make a movie experience go from extraordinary to awful.  Here they are:

  1. The Seat Kicker – not sure why you have to kick the seat in front of you, but please stop before I move seats to sit behind you and jack hammer away at your chair, see how you like it.
  2.  The loud eater – no, E, this is not directed at you.  This is directed at those people who wait until half way through the movie to open their precious package of Twizzlers.  The ones who can make a tissue sound loud and crinkly.  Why can’t you open your candy at the beginning of the movies, during previews when the sounds of the plastic wrappers isn’t disruptive.
  3. The cell phone texters – I don’t think I know anyone who enjoys the blare of the bright screen a few rows ahead while someone is texting in the dark theatre.  Not only should you make sure your ringer is off during the movie, but you should put your phone away until the end of the movie.
  4. The Head Bopper – can you please sit still!  I don’t need your head in and out of the bottom of the movie.
  5. The Commentator – we are all watching the same movie, we can all see what is happening.  We don’t need you to reiterate it for us, we need you to be quiet so we can enjoy the movie.

Maybe I just expect too much out of my $13.00 movie ticket, but I don’t think that I am alone in my feelings on this one.


November 29, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Ollie got an Aire-cut

One of the best things about our breed of dog (aside from the fact that they are extremely cute and loveable), The Airedale Terrier, is that they do not shed.  They have hair instead of fur, and it grows and grows and grows.  So lil’ Ollie Bear goes to the Doggy Spa every 6-8 weeks for a wash, cut, blow dry and style (bandana).  Yesterday was spa day for Ollie Bear, he loves loves loves going there – I think mostly for the toys and treats that are on display everywhere, but he also seems to genuinely love his stylist.  He was in desperate need of a visit there as I have been neglecting his bathing needs at home.  Since he enjoys his Doggy Day Camp 3 days a week he gets smelly, really smelly.  I don’t like smelly dogs so I bathe him quite regularly in between spa visits.  He is actually easy to bathe, he jumps in the tub and lets me shampoo and rinse and then runs around like a maniac to dry.  BUT, since I hadn’t bothered to do that for a couple of weeks, he reeked. 

I got the call from his stylist that it was time to go and pick him, and when I arrived they informed me that Ollie had received 2 baths yesterday.  Apparently he had a messy accident at the spa yesterday – damn puppy colitis!  So now he is nice and fresh and ready for the holidays.

November 26, 2010. Uncategorized. 1 comment.


This is the time that JC, T and I have committed to get up and run 2-3 times per week.  Early huh?  For some (a very few I am sure) this is normal time to get up and get ready for work, for the rest it’s still quality sleep time.  We are voluntarily getting our sweet little petunias (polite way of saying asses) out of our warm and cozy beds to get a little exercise in for the day.  In the summer it was actually a refreshing way to start the day, as we were running the sun was starting to rise in the sky.  It’s beautiful red-orange hues casting a soft glow on the morning dew, birds chirping, flowers opening, and we were out there in the serenity of the morning.  Sure we were all hot and sweaty by the end of the run, but it was totally worth it. 

This morning T and I dragged our petunias out of bed, bundled up (but not too much, don’t want to sweat and then get cold) in our hats, gloves and running coats and set out for a good healthy run.  It was -5.0 celcius, the sun is nowhere near rising, in fact the almost full moon hung high above our heads.  We wear flashing blue lights so that we are somewhat visible on the roads, and stay off of the paths that we frequent in the summer because they are not lit at all.  A few weeks ago a big old skunk crossed our path (damn nocturnal stinkers), and the smell of rotting crab apples lingers on the sidewalks.  5:20am is beautiful in the summer and torture through the fall and winter.  T and I only started running last September, so we had no idea what summer would bring.  Now that we have had it though, I have to say that 5:20am after September SUCKS!!  Our only consolation, and reason to continue at the ungodly hour is that we don’t have big ole’ petunias!  Also – it’s good for us.

November 24, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Picky Eaters

I know that I am not alone on this one, and unfortunately I think it might be getting worse.  I love food in general, but there are definitely certain foods that I dis-like immensely (mushrooms, you know who you are).  I don’t like Seafood or fish (unless ridiculously mild), lamb, pork, veal, tofu…my protein choices are limited to Poultry. Then last year I made the GIGANTIC mistake of settling in for a Friday night movie – Food Inc.  Wow, that’s about all I can say about that.  I couldn’t eat any meat for about a week after and still don’t eat red meat.  I am an animal lover, and as far as I am concerned meat comes prepackaged in the grocery store and it just magically appears there.  I cried when I watched Disney’s Earth because it focuses on the food chain – I mean did we really need to watch that coyote  catch its prey?  I understand the necessity of eating meat and sustaining cattle farms, and having chicken coops, etc but for the last year or so I just can’t stomach it.  Even before this occurred I had problems eating red meat, if it wasn’t well done I wasn’t eating it.  Well done you ask??  Who likes meat well done?  Me, or at least I did, the more well done it was the less likely it seemed to me that it was previously alive.  It’s not just proteins that I don’t like though, I also dis-like mushrooms, tomatoes, cooked carrots, walnuts, pecans, blue cheese, any olives that have red pits or are stuffed, coconut, baked apples, I could go on and on.  At least I like Kraft dinner and peanut butter sandwiches! 🙂

November 23, 2010. Uncategorized. 1 comment.

Vole Update…

Just thought I’d give a little update.  BA informed me over the weekend that she feels she has accomplished her mission.  Genocide Complete.

Now we may never again witness this little furry fellow in our gardens.  Maybe next year BA will put up a neon ‘No Vacancy’ sign out back so that she doesn’t have to eradicate another species of rodent.  Clearly the Voles felt that the gardens were available for occupancy – obviously they had to learn the hard way that they weren’t.  Let this be a message to Moles, Voles, Mice and Rats alike, BA doesn’t mess around in her garden.

Water Vole

November 22, 2010. Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Christmas List

It’s that time of year again where I have to come up with a Christmas List.  A list of things that I want or need for Christmas that R, my parents and this year E, can shop from.  On R’s side of the family we draw names and our family isn’t just limited to blood and marriage relatives, it includes friends. 🙂  So, E has me.   I am normally a really good list maker, I give stores, style numbers, colors, sizes, etc…  What I am trying to say is that I am thorough and I don’t like exchanging gifts for something else.  Since I don’t really need anything, my list is always a list of things I want.  This year though, something is wrong with me.  I am having a really hard time finding things that I want, this is so unlike me.  I always WANT things, I am not shy or embarrassed to admit that I enjoy materialistic things.  I love shoes, purses, watches, winter coats, great jeans, sweaters, I think you get the idea.  When I was a kid I could make a list 5 pages long, mostly comprising of toys from Consumers Distributing (which was one of the BEST stores for  toys as a kid), but now I am stumped.  Maybe I am growing up?

Nah – I think the truth is that I just need to give it a few more days, I am just having writers block for gift ideas.  R, if you are reading this, then a diamond eternity band would suffice.  🙂

November 21, 2010. Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Cold Feet…

I have cold feet.  I don’t mean in the traditional way that people get cold feet, making a commitment and then changing their minds (like weddings).  I mean I constantly have cold feet.  I have a little heater in my office under my desk for the sole (no pun intended) purpose of keeping my tender little tootsies warm.  At home, I love to shove my cold feet under R’s legs on the sofa to keep them warm.  I often go to bed with my socks on and peel them off much later in the evening when they have finally warmed up.  Unless I have to get up with the Late Night Stinky Poo (see October 29th blog), which I did last night, and then I am totally gratefully that I still have my winter woolies firmly in place.  I recently read that women are 9 times more likely to suffer from cold feet – why is that?  What is it about women and men that make their feet hot or cold?  Are men really so full of hot air that it generates enough heat to keep all of their digits toasty warm?  I know it has nothing to do the women being ice queens, because I have only ever met a few women who fall into that category – and I bet if I asked them they would say they have warm feet.  If anyone has any real scientific insight as to why I have cold feet all the time, I am listening. 🙂

November 20, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.


I don’t know why, but I love shopping at this grossly overpriced fancy dancy grocery store.  Every 6 weeks I head down to the city to get my hair done and I always go to Pusateri’s for lunch afterwards.  I pick up an $8.00 sandwich and always grab something from their previous prepared meals.  They offer a wonderful selection of Gourmet Mac & Cheese, Veggie Lasagna, Shepherd’s Pie, Sushi (if you are so inclined – I am not), and the desserts….the desserts are to die for.   You can pick up the best $5.00 cupcake you’ve ever eaten in your life there.  I never leave there without spending at least $40.00 on food, and the atmosphere really isn’t that great.  It is crowded, and the people who shop there are unfriendly and stuck up (for the most part), and did I mention that it costs a fortune to shop there.  So why is it then that I always go there??  What is the big attraction?  Is it the fancy black bag they pack your precious purchases in, or is it that I just really like to pretend that I really can afford to be there on a daily basis like the rest of their clientele.  Well, whatever it is, they are doing something right.  I am off to enjoy my $8.00 single serving Mac & Cheese!

November 18, 2010. Uncategorized. 2 comments.


This is me, I am absent-minded.  I forget everything!  If it’s not written down or in my magicberry as a reminder in my calendar, chances are I just won’t do it.  This is true at home and at work, my co-workers all know now that they must email me should they wish to get something done.  I will absolutely tell them to their face that I will in fact make sure everything is ready for their delivery, but if it’s not in writing than that conversation never happened.  Last week R asked me if I would mind grabbing him a Coke, “sure” I said, about 6 hours later I asked him if he still wanted it.  What is wrong with me??  I have even resorted to putting a little list on the fridge for my morning routine, it goes something like this:

  1. Make coffee
  2. Feed Ollie
  3. Pack lunch
  4. Eat breakfast
  5. Take all vitamins and supplements
  6. Don’t forget Ollie’s dinner if it’s a Doggie Camp Day

I can definitely say it has gotten worse over the last few years, and I have heard that this behaviour is normal in old age but I am nowhere near OLD!    Is it just that we now have such busy lives that remembering to do everything is becoming more difficult?  Or, is it just me?  Anyone else out there suffering from what my mom refers to as “sometimers”??

November 17, 2010. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Poor Little Voles…

At our house not only do R, Ollie and I live there, but R’s mom BA also lives there.  We have a walk out basement, and she has a beautiful self-contained, completely separate apartment at our house.  She also has a HUGE lovely garden in the back yard.  I am sure she sounds like a very wonderful woman, but the truth is, she is a murderer.  This summer she noticed that some sort of animal had been digging little holes and tunnels in her garden.  At the time she seemed quite concerned about it, but then she went away for about 6 weeks and I didn’t hear much about it when she came back.  Well, now it’s that time of year where she is clearing out the garden to prepare it for winter and she saw the furry little culprits with her own eyes.  And it seems that the tunnels and holes have multiplied over the past few months.  Apparently they are eating her garden from the roots up.   She has now set out to rid the garden of what she deems evil little pests.  And since they have multiplied she has now gone from a triple homicide to a genocide in the garden. Take a look at the attached picture – could you knowingly murder this little fellow in cold blood?

November 16, 2010. Uncategorized. 1 comment.

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