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Writer's Block: Know Thyself
My favourite thing is probably my ability to be a good friend. It sounds kind of sucky but I really like the fact that other people turn to me when they are having a crisis. I'm not sure why people do though.
My least favourite thing is either my headaches or my depression. Both of those things have interfered with my life signifigantly at ( Read more... ) -
Timmie's and Pepsi.
Oh no! Tim Horton's has switched from Coke products to pepsi ones. There is nothing on Tim's or Pepsi corporate websites about the switch. Being able to get a bottle of Coke without getting out of my car was the reason I went to Tim's. Where will I get my fix now? I very rarely go to Tim's if I'm not craving Coke and in a major hurry.
Perhaps this ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: (like juggling chainsaws)
Define a crazy thing. I'd like to learn to weave, because the idea of taking a insubstantial straight line and creating a piece of fabric intrigues me. It's something about taking right angles to make curves that appeals to my inner mathematician and my inner artist simultaneously. I’m not sure if that’s crazy or simply impractical.
I’d like to ( Read more... ) -
Far Too much Information.
I now know far more about my mother-in-law's urinary tract than I ever needed or wanted to.
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Want some cheese with that?
Tonight Jeffrey agreed to go to his bedroom without issue if we played a particular game for the 19 minutes left before bedtime. When that time came he denied having made the agreement and started whining for stories. This causes me to do one of three things. 1) Give in completely and let him have/do what ever he wants. 2) Get very angry and want ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: In The Money
If you won $100 this afternoon, what would you do with it ( Read more... ) -
I need more drugs.
I'm dieing. or at least I'm trying to cough up a lung. I had strep throat which for me is the same as having a cold once the pain goes away. This means that I now have a chest cold. Which means that I have bronchitis.
It's like having untreated asthama. I break into a sweat when doing strenuous things like walking to the bathroom. If I actually ( Read more... ) -
Clothes
Dale just headed to the office with a suit and shirt in hand. He's headed to a dinner for Waterloo alumni after work. The shirt hasn't been ironed and the suit is covered in cat hair because the cats play in his closet all the time. He's going to look like a ragbag geek when he gets there. Somehow I feel like it's my fault.
When I was growing up, I ( Read more... ) -
Jeffrey's turn!
Jeffrey would like to start a blog to write his stories in. Suggestions on a user name suitable for a five year old that he's not going to be ashamed of when he's twelve? We plan to use LJ so anything that's taken here should be disqualified. -
Awake and Awake and Awake...
I'm not sure why I'm awake, but I know that I shouldn't be. I meant to go to the creative festival today, but decided I didn't want to go alone and Dale didn't want to go until he had had a nap. He was supposed to nap until noon and we were supposed to leave by 1pm. Somehow at about 12:50 I decided that I was too grumpy to go and I came upstairs to ( Read more... )