I am becoming my Grandmother.

Looking over the posted picture from the road trip to Regina last week-end, I discovered I am becoming my Grandmother. No, it was not because we went on tours of Government House and the Legislative Building because they were free (and I think knowledge is fun!) Nor was it because I am now getting drunk off of a cocktail and considering stealing the little jam packets they give you with toast at brunch. Nor was it because I have discovered myself sticking Kleenexes up my sleeve, "for later." No.... it is because my body has become permanently attached to my purse. I am so attached in fact, that in this picture of me and RJ in the legislative assembly, a room where there was only three of us, me, RJ and the tour guide, I am so afraid of a purse mugging that I need to wrap my bag's strap around my foot and pose for a picture. I need an intervention people. Stop me before I start riding a scooter around Wal-Mart with a bumper sticker that reads, "Honk if you love Jebus".

I Believe I Can Fly

Oh... R. Kelly how you have let me down again. Despite your uplifting song, in fact it is not true that I can do anything I set my mind to. Things I have discovered I should not do in the past two weeks:

1) Cut my own bangs with kitchen scissors.

2) Apply smoky eye make-up whilst pre-drinking.

3) Drink out of non-sippy cups.

Hmmmmm...It's all making sense now. Reason #265 why E doesn't pick-up when she goes out drinking. (See above).

Best Arts and Crafts Project Ever.

In anticipation of St. Patrick's Day, Champagne and I spent Friday night at Michael's. Normally crafts are not my thing, but I know not of a better place to go for fabric paint and various foam items. Not only did I pick up said paint, but I also got a kick-ass green visor that has now been labelled "old lady chic" and which will inspire many a new outfit including the floral blouse and elasticized waistband purple slacks I plan to pick up at wal-mart next week-end. No joke. This is the new fad. Check out vice magazine if you don't believe me. (And I now totally get the visor thing... keeps the sun out of your eyes... and doesn't mess up your hair. I think I might have to pick up a foam visor in every colour!) Anyways... the night ended with a glitter splattered kitchen and the best team t-shirts ever. I will wear mine proudly tonight. Guess which one is mine?

My day

Today at work I spilled coffee on my shirt... between "the ladies."

It was 10 in the morning.

I am not good at stains and it would not come out.

For the rest of the day people kept pointing at my breasts and saying, "ooops, you spilled" and laughing.

Nothing like having your co-workers point at your body and laugh repeatedly to start the week off right.

Celebrating diversity.... one soulless being at a time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyJ2fTTKCfg