align

 align  

     Today I am wondering how I can force the universe, my universe, to get back in line. It seems to have been thrown off kilter by some cosmic event that I am not convinced I deserve to be part of…and I just want it all to get back the way it was. Seems like a lot to ask perhaps, but if you don’t ask, you don’t get. Words to live by. I am not asking for fanfare, parades and flowers. Just normal. Uneventful. I am done with excitement and adventures. I rather enjoy the uneventful. Mundane. Fluffy. It is far less risky.

    All this seriousness, and drama, is not me. My life works better when things stay fluffy. Not that I don’t enjoy delving into the depths every now and then, just dipping a toe in is enough for me sometimes. Lately I feel like I have been tossed in head first, in the dark, with no hope of a life boat drifting by. And…I have sand in my bathing suit. You know that’s going to leave a nasty rash.

    I am sure I’ll figure out what to do to appease the universe. At least I hope I will. No. I am sure I will. Might just take me some time. I can hear the seconds ticking away inside my head. There I go again, letting you see the inner workings of my mind. Sometimes I find it exhausting being me. We all feel that way on the odd occasion. It’s normal. It doesn’t exactly make you feel any better. Honestly, we all need a day to wallow.

    Well, when I figure it all out I will let you know. I can tow the line. I can walk the line. And damn it, I can make the universe align.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 30, 2009 at 2:06 pm  Comments (1)  

standards

    standard    

     It’s wednesday. You know what that means, Idol recap! Jamie Foxx was this weeks mentor for Rat Pack Standards.  At first I was skeptical because I had no idea Mr. Foxx is a classically trained musician but he’s quite possibly the best guest mentor ever. He had some really useful advice and I was pleased to see the results of his advice actually reflected in a few of the performances. Disappoint crept in once I realized that no spats between Simon and Kara were going to materialize, I love it when the judges disagree and fight amongst themselves, especially when they gang up on the new girl. Try as I might, I just cannot find a reason to like Kara. I thought that Kara looked horrid last night. Which now brings me to Paula. Ah yes, Paula. What the hell was she wearing? All wrapped up with a giant red bow. Is she Simon’s early Christmas gift? If so, I hope he has the decency to exchange her for something more useful.

     First up for the night was Kris Allen. Kris looked adorable, I must say. I liked the suit very much, he cleaned up well, as did all the Idol wannabes. It’s hard being first up, you have to be so fantastic the people remember your song, otherwise you get lost. He sang ‘The Way You Look Tonight’, it was the second song my husband and I danced to at our wedding (insert sentimental sappiness here…), not that it will sway my decision you understand. Kris did an alright job, I didn’t love it… the crowd seemed to eat it up though. Randy certainly seemed more impressed than I actually thought Kris deserved. I agree with Simon, he’s good, but he was not incredible.

    Allison sang ‘Someone to Watch Over Me’ and she did a great job. She really does sing with a maturity beyond her years. The comments from Simon after her performance however were that he wasn’t holding out much hope for Allison, maybe Simon knows something we don’t.

     Ok, I like Matt…sue me. I can’t help it, he looks like the love child of Robert Pattinson and Justin Timberlake.  His voice is nice, not vocally strong, but this was a good genre of music for him. He does possess that whole brat-pack vibe. Although he has struggled for the past few weeks to make a good impression, I have hope that he can redeem himself after last nights performance. I fear he cannot though. I’ll be sad to see him leave this week. Yes. I went there. Sometimes you just have to make difficult statements. I was SHOCKED that Simon actually liked Matt’s performance. Simon liked him. Wow. Impressive. He even used the word brilliant. Maybe Matt will be saved this week after all.

    Adam….what can I say? He’s just vocally more in control of his voice that any other Idol contestant. I still see him belting out show tunes on Broadway, but he’ll win regardless of my opinion. He’s VERY theatrical and I do believe he gets more ‘effects’ than the other contestants. That whole stairway thing was just shameless, giving him far more stage presence than any of the others. I am sure he’ll win. I’m just not convinced he’ll sell a ton of albums…he may go the way of Taylor Hicks…remember that guy? Only a few short hours until we find out who gets the boot. Can’t wait!

     That’s me then.

Published in: on April 29, 2009 at 9:38 pm  Comments (1)  
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stoup

   stoup    

    I have come to a life altering conclusion. Well, ok so it’s not really life altering…I was just baiting you. I’m mean like that. Today I have decided that I do not like, nor do I enjoy Rachel Ray. The show. The person. It all equates to the same amount of hatred. I am sorry Miss Ray. I am sure if I met you I would find you less annoying in person. Perhaps.

    She did a spread in FHM magazine. I recently just stumbled upon this, and at first I thought, ‘My eyes! My eyes.’ The above photo is part of the FHM pictorial. I think it’s from 2005. Still. Do we really need to see Rachel Ray like this? Seductively licking a spoon? In. Her. Underwear. Gordon Ramsay wouldn’t be caught dead in a pose like that…

     So here I am in front of the tv mindlessly tuning out…and up next comes Rachel’s show.  Let me preface this by saying that I am not a snob, not really, but I can cook. I enjoy cooking. Rachel can also cook. I have no doubt about that.  What I find puzzling is the stewp. Or is it stoup? Is it a stew or is it a soup? Tune in to find out! Really Rachel? WTF? If it’s thin and runny….or thick and liquidy, let’s go with a soup and stop this nonsense. If it’s chunky and contains more solid ingredients than it does liquid…I beg you, call it a stew. Please? Just for me? Will ya? And then perhaps we can get along.

    What irks me possibly more than the whole stoup fiasco is that every thing she makes seems to either taste like chicken wings, chili, pesto or barbecue something or another. And maybe I am wrong, I should give her a chance…(watches for 2 more minutes).

     No I can’t do it. The incessant giggling pisses me off too much. Really Rach…EVOO is not that funny. I am happy for you that you managed to get that word into the dictionary, honestly, maybe next year they will add stewp in there for you. Perhaps I will get ‘truthishness’ in the dictionary. Who knows. It could happen.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 27, 2009 at 8:45 pm  Leave a Comment  
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crave

crave

    There are many things I crave. One of those things are the deliciously crispy, always high calorie, New York Fries. Apparently there are many locations of this little mall based ‘restaurant’ all over the world. Except the United States. Interesting. Unfortunately you poor American souls may never know the glory that is the New York fry.

    I crave these golden sticks of goodness on a regular basis. And thanks to a cruel twist of fate, I will now be able to enjoy them whenever I choose. Well, maybe not whenever. I mean they are still a high fat treat and if I were to consume them as often as I like, I would quickly become a 200 pound girl. They are THAT good.

    The aroma of them frying wafts through the air of many a food court. Immediately up catching a whiff, my mouth begins to water and I have a hard time concentrating on why I came to the mall in the first place. I must have them. I NEED to have them. They kick all other fries in the butt and leave them in a crumpled soggy heap on the floor.

    The golden wonders come with a variety of condiments. You can dip them in ketchup, mayo, cheese sauce or gravy. I suggest you try them with all four dips. If you live in Canada, you can also have them as poutine. A delicious concoction of fries, cheese curds and gravy. Mm. They also come ‘loaded’ with sour cream, bacon, scallions, and cheese sauce. Honestly, they are just the best.

    I need to stop now, my keyboard is swimming in drool. Yuck. Run don’t walk to your nearest mall and grab some if you can. If you are a purest like me, you’ll love them plain, straight up, lightly salted. I can’t wait to get my hands on those fries, it’s killing me thinking about them…

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 23, 2009 at 2:11 pm  Comments (2)  
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Disco

    disco

    Well. I am not sure where to start today. Disco huh? Bold choice. Thankfully Lil went first so we didn’t have to suffer any longer than necessary wondering what butchery (yes it’s a word) would come out of her mouth tonight. I was not disappointed. She was not the best in my opinion. No. we’ll get to that in a bit. She was most decidedly the worse. Sorry Lil.

    After much thought and hand wringing I have come to the conclusion that Danny is most definitely dead to me. I really cannot pinpoint why. Somewhere along the line he just fell out with me. It’s probably not him. I think it’s me. We started out gleeful enough, but some time after week 3 and numerous glasses were changed out for even more colourful glasses, I just decided that he wasn’t the Idol for me. I don’t think that I have to go into a wordy diatribe about Allison’s choice of outfit now do I? Looked like latex to me. I don’t even want to think about how they got that thing on her, so I will just gaze out into oblivion and think happy thoughts instead. I also don’t feel that little Allison delivered the goods tonight. I really don’t, even though she definitely has some serious singing chops, tonight she also fell short.

    I guess it could have been the genre. Disco can really go either way, fantastically cheesy and fluffy. Or the other extreme of tragic, stale, oh so wrong song choice and heinous wailing. We didn’t really have wailing, well not really, but the song choices were  not great. Except for Kris.

    Which brings us to my favourite of the night. Hands down for me once again it was Kris Allen. It was sheer brilliance doing an acoustic rendition of the Donna Summer disco classic, ‘She Works Hard for the Money’. Oh I enjoyed Adam so stop your fussing, but Kris was unique and current. And even though Adam will win this whole shebang, Kris has a fighting chance at the number two spot. So there. I will count the minutes until the results show. I suggest you do the same.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 22, 2009 at 1:34 pm  Leave a Comment  
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flood

   flood 

    In the midst of our road trip on sunday we passed through a part of the country that has been affected by flooding. Sadly some amount of flooding seems to affect this region every spring when the weather grows warmer and the ice breaks up and melts, causing the river to crest at exceedingly higher amounts each year, or so it seems. It is a very devastating set of circumstances for those unfortunate enough to be touched by the flood waters. Homes and livelihoods have been lost. Families find themselves displaced due to rising waters slowly creeping closer to their houses. And sadly I believe there was also at least one life lost.

    It was quite emotional looking out over a vast ocean dotted with tiny ‘sandbars’ of grass lands as we drove to our destination. It’s a strange, somewhat surreal, sight to see. You have to remind yourself that the river spilled over it’s banks. It’s an optical illusion. That is not an ocean but farmland. Occasionally a group of trees could be spotted as the water, although high, had not reached the tall tree tops. Roads were closed. Gravel roads were completely washed out.

    It is a sad sight. Once you witness the devastation that is the result of a flood, it makes your heart break. I thought about those families who were displaced and I felt for them. I thought about the families who have lost their homes and personal belongings, or loved ones and I didn’t know what to feel. Heartbroken. Yes, that’s the best way to describe what I felt looking out over that vast ocean.

    Thankfully the river has crested and as long as the rain stays away, the waters will recede. It is a harsh reminder that sometimes nature wins. Or perhaps more aptly put, nature wins for a short time until we the people can gather ourselves together and rebuild. Nature also reminds us that we are small. Insignificant. With one twist of fate all we have known can be gone in the blink of an eye. But it can also be put back together again. Sometimes better than it was before. People will rebuild what they once had. It will be a long hard slog but human beings are  amazingly resilient. Life will return to normal…eventually.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 21, 2009 at 3:03 pm  Comments (1)  

roadtrip

    roadtrip

    Sunday my family and I set out on an adventure. A roadtrip. We are ‘going on tour’ as we like to say. So we packed up the car, and hit the dusty trail and headed off to see my parents. Usually I love a good roadtrip, the red bull, the beef jerky, the excuse to eat potato chips at 10am. My princess of a dog however, was not too thrilled at the prospect of being cramped up in the car all day. She did a very good job of settling down… after the first hour. She didn’t bark or anything annoying, she just sat there, swaying back and forth refusing to lie down on the plethora of pillows and padding that we lovingly provided for her. In the end she managed to snuggle down and sleep throughout the entire journey. She’s a good little traveller.

    I, however, am not the best traveller. I get highly stressed when having to deal with officials, and I really don’t know why. I have never nor would I ever, do something to get myself in trouble. I am far too risk-oriented. I plan. I make lists. I check stuff off. ALOT. Still, when approaching any sort of border control I get edgy. This time was no exception and well, things didn’t go so smoothly. It all ended up ok in the end. And that’s what counts right?

    We arrived safely. Intact. Everyone was tired, princess was stiff and a bit sore from being squished into the car, but it’s nothing that a good nights’ can’t rectify. Oh yeah, and the two or three shots of Southern Comfort helped to settle me down after the whole ordeal.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 20, 2009 at 1:25 pm  Comments (1)  

daffodil

 

daffodil

    This morning I spotted the first daffodil of the spring. Right in my very own garden. Sigh. Spring is really here…brings to mind one of my favourite poems. And while it isn’t quite ‘A host of golden daffodils’ it is golden and most definitely a daffodil.

    Every spring I look forward to the new blooms. Daffodils are one of my favourite flowers and I have planted dozens of bulbs. Sometimes they don’t come up. But this year it looks as though many of the bulbs I painstakingly planted last fall will make an appearance.

    The tulips will be next. Already I can see their thick green leaves pushing their way through the earth seeking the loving warmth of the sun. I just adore seeing those tulips flower, and gently swaying in the breeze. It feels good. Bring on the spring. I will eagerly anticipate the plethora of colour that my flowers will bring to the green landscape. Sprout. Bloom. Grow in peace.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 18, 2009 at 6:03 pm  Leave a Comment  
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random

random

    Last night I awoke with a start at 3:37am. I obviously had a bad dream since I woke up gasping for breathe. The first thought that came to mind once I realized that I was awake, was not so much a thought as a name. Hercule Poirot. Well, that pretty much screwed me for sleep. I have no idea why I thought of this name. Was I dreaming about Mr. Poirot? I hope it was a nightmare and not a dream of a romantic nature. Because that would just creep me out. Now, I really have no idea who this is, I obviously have heard the name before otherwise why would it spring to my mind? I vaguely recall the vision of a small dark haired man with a bowler hat and a twiddly mustache, sort of a french Charlie Chaplin-esq man. But other than that, I have no idea what my brain was doing thinking random things like this and keeping me awake, but that’s my inner dialogue messing with me. Like I said, my mind will not shut down sometimes, how annoying!

    I spent the next few minutes, ok so it was 40ish minutes, trying to recall my dream. Where had I seen Mr. Poirot lately, and why the heck was this bugging me so much? Instead of sleeping, I got out of bed and fired up my computer. I googled him. I did. Turns out he isn’t real. He’s a fictional character from Agatha Christie novels, none of which I have ever read and he’s also a character with a tv show that I have never seen. Hmmm. Interesting.  Quite possibly the tv show is not even on the air any longer. I couldn’t be bothered in my sleep-lacking state to really investigate this stuff.

    His picture is reminiscent to that of Salvador Dali. I have been thinking about Salvador lately, perhaps that is where my brain made the connection. I will probably never know. Just thought I would share that random occurrence. Carry on with your day.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 17, 2009 at 1:50 pm  Comments (3)  
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boyfriend

boyfriend

    Since I am alone this week, I have decided to spend some quality time with my boyfriend. Before you brand me with a scarlet A let me explain. Yes I am married. Yes I have a boyfriend. So, alright he doesn’t know that he’s my boyfriend but that’s just a minor technicality. My DH is ok with him so you should all be ok with him too. It’s a pretty ideal situation really. Win win all round. Well except for that whole ‘he has no idea of my existence and even if he did I’d have no hope’ thing. But I try not to let that dissuade me.

    I spent last night watching my boyfriend…ahem…I mean Robert Pattinson, in quite the craptastic movie called ‘Ring of the Nibelungs’. If you haven’t seen it, you’re not missing much. I still watched it anyway. Mostly because I have already seen ‘Twilight’ a squillion times and I needed a break from the perfection that is Edward Cullen. I don’t stoop so low as to drool over Rob in ‘Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire’ because  he was only 19 and that’s just a wee tad too creepy for me, so I won’t be adding that film to the queue. It’s not THAT Rob that I find attractive anyway. Still, I will take any opportunity to watch, talk about, or stalk him online. Ok, ok, I’m kidding… ish.

    So tonight I may curl up with some popcorn and delve into ‘The Haunted Airman’. I have to get my quality time in with the boyfriend before DH gets back home. Even though DH is ok with my ROBsession it doesn’t mean that he wants to join me in the movie fest. No, that might be too awkward, even for me.

    That’s me then.

Published in: on April 16, 2009 at 2:10 pm  Comments (3)  
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