Definition: Apps is an abbreviation for application. An app is a piece of software. It can run on the Internet, on your computer, or on your phone or other electronic device.
Break out your High School Year Books…enough time has passed
It has now been 5, ok, 10…..FINE 17 years since I graduated from high school and upon hearing that a friend of mine found one of his old yearbooks I decided to dig mine out of the back of the closet. Once you have located your yearbooks you need to set aside about an hour of your time to cruise down memory lane. Here are a few observations I have about my year book.
1. My friends and I were not always as nice as we are now. My year book is full of obscenities written about fellow students.
2. Just because a girl is prettier than you in high school, doesn’t mean she’ll stay that way. Some people age with some serious city mileage on their faces.
3. I once thought that jeans and jean vests were cool (picture from my after prom party below, and yes I also smoked).
4. You shouldn’t scribble out people’s faces in your year book, you will never remember them or why you didn’t like them 17 years later.
5. Regarding #4, don’t let your friends do this to your year book either.
6. You look way younger than you even thought you did, trust me.
7. Pray that you said nice things in other people’s yearbook’s, you never know when karma will appear.
8. I dated a couple of losers!
Let me know how your year book tours go, I would to hear.
This is EM, NL and I at the hotel after party of our prom. Jeans and jean vest out in full effect, along with a pack of my smokes of choice in my younger years (so GROSS, why did I smoke?) DuMaurier Light Regular. I was so styling. 🙂
Bizarro Creep
Let’s start this off by saying that I suffer from road rage. I am impatient and easily annoyed by other drivers on the road. As a result of this I had the most bizarre experience this morning on my way to work. I made a really quick last-minute, bad decision to take the 400 to work. It is like fog soup out there this morning, so traffic was at a stand still. I decided that before I turned into a raging lunatic I should get off the highway and take an alternate route. As soon as I had the opportunity to take the off ramp at King Road I did, the guy who was in front of me pulled out to follow. He knew I had a good idea. I travelled along Weston Road to Teston and at the lights there he pulls up next to me.
Creep: (motioning for me to roll down my window) Hey! Where are we going?
GGi: Pardon?
Creep: Where are we going?
GGi: I, am going to work. I have no idea where you are going.
Creep: Oh, I thought you wanted me to follow you.
GGi: WHAT? Why would I want you to follow me?
Creep: I just thought the way you pulled out and sped past me you wanted me to follow you. Didn’t you see me watching you in my rear view mirror?
GGi: WHAT?
Thankfully at that moment the light went green and I was free to go. OMG! Since when does aggressively pulling out behind someone mean “Hi!! Follow me.” Clearly this guy doesn’t get out much.
Apps…it’s not a fancy term that Apple came up with
Sometimes I contemplate whether I should write about something because it involves friends or family, but it’s my blog and you all you know me well enough that I shouldn’t have to censor my entires. So I am not going too anymore, its open season. If you don’t want me to blog about it, tell me.
BA and I went to have lunch my Great Auntie H (GAH) a few weeks ago. She lives in an Amica retirement building, which is beautiful and full of cotton tops who are wealthy and dress up everyday for lunch. These are classy men and women who never be caught dead in jeans, or lululemon’s. It’s slacks and skirts all the way here. R met us briefly for lunch also, but he bailed right after lunch and I tagged along on BA’s tour. I am not sure if GAH just wanted to show off where she lives, or if she gets some sort of commission if BA fills out an application to move in. 🙂 At one point, we were walking along a corridor and a woman who lives there nodded and said ‘hello’ to me. She walked past me and then when she reached BA and GAH she nodded at BA and said ‘welcome’. BA vehemently denies that this occurred, and that she is no where near old enough to require such a standard of living, but truth be told that lady walking down the hall saw a potential new bestie in BA.
Here is the second thing that happened that afternoon. My dad’s side of the family has a touch of a disease called ‘knowitallitis’. I also sometimes suffer from this affliction and have to remind myself that it’s ok to say ‘I don’t know’. Since GAH is my dad’s aunt, she definitely knows what I am talking about. She recently purchased an iPad and asked my dad what ‘Apps’ are. He told her it was Apple’s fancy name for an icon. WHAT??? No it’s not, and this is not me suffering from a bout of Knowitallitis, this is complete BS. I told her that’s not what it meant, and she argued that it did. Like since B (dad) told her that’s what it was, then it was set in stone. Normally I can keep my petite size mouth shut and bite my tongue, I mean she is in her 90’s, but not this time. We debated for a couple of minutes her basically telling me I don’t know what I am talking about, when I realized that I really just needed to shut this down. I offered her my Blackberry, which is not an Apple product, I told her it was made by RIM (she knew this already of course), and that my bb also had ‘apps’. That ‘apps’ is short for applications, which once purchased and downloaded to your media device produce an icon to click on and use the app.
I lover her dearly, but I can’t have her walking around thinking things are what they aren’t. B gave me shite later, apparently if you spend over an hour on the phone trying to explain things, you can say whatever you want to get off. 🙂
Here is the official google definition.
What’s not to like?
We got a new tv a few weeks ago, and it’s HUGE! R picked us out a 60″ 3D (god only knows why we need a friggin 3D tv, I am never going to watch it in 3D), LCD tv. It’s AWESOME. You feel like the people in your favourite tv shows are right there in your family room with you. And the clarity it amazing, you can practically see their pores and the sheen of sweat on the actors faces from the hot lights in the studios. JJ and I watched Twilight Breaking Dawn a couple of weeks ago and it was like Bella was having her baby right in front of us (gross, but still…pretty cool). I was against getting a tv this large when we first talked about replacing our previous one. I didn’t want something in our family room that was so large and in charge, like nothing else mattered. Now that we have it though I am totally on board, when R watches hockey it’s like we are at the game. I feel like walking past the couch and offering him a $15.00 beer and $10.00 bag of popcorn. Hmmm….this could actually be profitable. I think I am going to have a hockey party and do just that, the tv will pay for itself in like 2 parties! 🙂
Things you should always tell your friends…male or female
I recently made a Grimm discovery about a skirt I own. It makes my a$$ look like a Kardashian’s, and while some might find that look hot, I don’t. I believe the worst part about this whole ordeal for me was that no one told me. Most of co-workers are men, and they didn’t feel comfortable commenting on my generous looking derriere. Here’s how one conversation went… CW (co-worker): Want lunch today or did you bring your lunch? GGi: I am totally in for lunch, what are thinking about? CW: I brought in some great Minestrone soup from home, but I will go out and buy a loaf of bread to eat with it. GGi: No bread for me, I need to lose 4 lbs, my a$$ looks huge right now. CW: No, I think it was just that skirt you were wearing the other day. GGi: WHAT!!!! You noticed and you didn’t tell me? CW: Kind of an awkward thing to tell you don’t you think. GGi: Ummm….ya – obviously not, since I am so upset you let me walk around like that all day.
So here is the lesson, if you notice any of the below mentioned items about any of your friends regardless of their gender, you tell them. ALWAYS.
1. Their butt looks huge in those pants, jeans, skirt, dress, etc…you tell them
2. Something in their teeth
3. Flying low, very embarrassing, who cares that you looked at their crotch and noticed – tell them!
4. Bad breath – offer gum, they will get the hint.
5. Red Wine lips, I have covered this one before – very important
6. Something in their nose – worst thing ever is using the washroom and noticing you have something in your nose, bogey or not.
7. Stain on their clothes, could be on their back and they would never know
8. Bad hair day – offer to help. I keep gel in my desk, so if you work with me I will come to your rescue.
9. Bra is showing or thong when they bend over – guys if you don’t want to be the bearer of this news ask a female friend to help.
10. Anything that you would want to know. If you see anything at all that you would want to know about, tell them!
Feel free to add to this list. I have since found a new home for my skirt, one that makes the wearer’s a$$ look fantastic.
Glymm!
What’s better than samples of beauty products? I will tell you what I think is better, it’s getting deluxe size samples delivered to your door once a month in a pretty pink box. Glymm is a company that offers such a service, for a low monthly fee of $10.00 they ship you 4-5 deluxe beauty samples. It is through Glymm that I discovered my love for Butter London nail polishes, Lip Slip Lip Gloss by Sarah Happ, not to mention the lip scrub! It’s fabulous. The have recently even introduced a Men’s sample box that ships quarterly, R doesn’t think he’ll use it, but I think I know best. 😉
http://www.glymm.com/share/c.gillespie
Check it out for yourself, I think you’ll love it as much as I do.
1 down, who knows how many more to go…
Well, I have had my first official track widow weekend of the year. R packed up and headed down to Jennings, Florida with the boys for a fun filled weekend. Too bad he crashed his bike the first day out, below is the video of his little adventure. Watch from the 3 minute mark on, and you will see him bail at 175km per hour. Thankfully he is A-Ok and lived to tell the tale, or this really could have been a track widow weekend. 😦
Dear Diary – His & Hers Addition, What Men think we write about and the Truth
I noticed this morning that R commented on this picture on Facebook – his comments “Too True”.
Here is my version of my diary.
Dear Diary,
Today I had a fabulous day shopping with my friends, I got the best new Christian Louboutin‘s (can’t wait to wear them with that awesome lace pencil skirt I got last week). I also bought the cutest cashmere wrap sweater in a pale gray, its stunning. I couldn’t believe my luck when I found my dream spring handbag, it was only $545.00 so I bought it before I had any regrets. I love this time of year, all the new fashions are coming out, too bad nothing is on sale! I met up with R for dinner after my shopping spree, he didn’t seem as exciting about all my new purchases as I was. I asked him if something was bothering him and he just said ‘no’. We were both kind of lost in our own thoughts for the rest of dinner, I really think I should go back and buy those Frye Paige Tan Riding boots – they match my new handbag perfectly. In the car on the way home I got to thinking about how quiet R had been since I showed up at the restaurant. He’s probably pissed off that I spent so much money but told him we couldn’t afford for him to spend 9 weekends at the track this year. I told him I loved him and he didn’t really respond…oh ya, he is pissed. Well, too bad, he gets 6 track weekends and I get a Spring shopping spree. After we got home he just kind of sat around on the couch watching tv and moping so I went upstairs to try on all my new stuff and get ready for bed. He came up about 15 minutes later and went straight to bed, he didn’t even ask about my new stuff. Brutal! If he thinks I am going to feel guilty and cave to an extra 3 weekends at the track he can think again. I love my new stuff.
His Diary
Motorcycle won’t start and I can’t figure out why, and GGi went and spent all the money I need to fix it when I do figure it out. BS!
Do I look like a threat?
Last week I had the privilege of attending Porsche 991 training (this is the newest body style 911) in Newport Beach, California. There was a group of 4 of us from the dealership going and we agreed to meet at the airport around 6:00am and have breakfast after we checked in and cleared customs. It was a cold and dreary morning but with the prospect of Sunshine and the new 991 awaiting me in California I was pumped. I had just cleared customs and was on my way to check my bag when a very nice man dressed in an official airport uniform approached me and ask to see my passport. I thought he was just being friendly and was going to direct me to the shortest line for the carry and body scans. Nope…that wasn’t what he had in mind at all. He took my passport and boarding pass and asked me follow him, apparently I was the next lucky contestant on “You’ve been randomly selected to undergo a secondary security check”. Really?? Really? Do I look like a threat?
So, off we went to a separate side room, and before you go getting any nasty ideas let me be perfectly clear that this room was full of people and no rubber gloves came out. I was NOT subjected to a full body search! (this has been a common question among my male co-workers). He asked me a multitude of questions, here is how our conversation went.
Him: Where are you going?
Me: Newport Beach, California
Him: Why?
Me: Training for work
Him: Where do you work, what are you training people for?
Me: Porsche, I am not training, I am being trained.
Him: Who packed your bag, if I open it what will I find in there?
Me: I packed my bag, it has cosmetics, clothes, hairdryer, shoes. You can go ahead and open it.
Him: I am impressed you fit it all in this bag (he opens my bag, and thankfully doesn’t go through it, it would suck to re pack it).
Him: (Goes through my purse and investigates my wallet), Who is HG? And why do you have a cheq from them?
Me: She is my great-aunt and she gave me that cheq for Christmas
Him: Really? Why haven’t you cashed it?
Me: When is the last time you went into the bank?
Him: *laughs* (thank god!) Good point. So, where do you work?
Me: Porsche.
Him: Have ever been finger printed or arrested?
Me: Nope, not that I am aware of. (BIG SMILE)
Him: Ok GGi, I am just going to run your name through our data base and make sure that nothing comes up. (He leaves, comes back and returns my passport and boarding pass). So, I am sorry where do you work?
Me: Really? You have already asked me this question twice, I haven’t switched companies since we have been here.
Him: *laughing* Good enough GGi, have a great flight and enjoy your time in California.
Now really, what was the point of that?
Newport Beach and the 991 event were fantastic, if you can afford to buy one you should. Here are a couple of pics.
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