its already one of those kinda days

...so watch something cute as i try to make time to post an actual post

Mexico, Mormons, and Moxy Fruvous

Wanna know whats shitty? Waking up with a fucking a cappella song in your head. Like really. What is this, 1990? Am I wearing neon?

So for those who live vicariously through me ( yeah-- it could happen. Dont burst my ego bubble when i still have Moxy Früvous in my head)just thought Id let you know what my Christmas plans are. Im fucking going to a small village outside on Cabo San Lucas, Mexico and laying on a fucking beach and drinking fucking tequila. What do you think about that big shot? While you are singing about bells and sleigh rides, Im going to be sunning my boobs. You'll have egg nog, Ill have margaritas.

Actually, while I was typing that i got strangely sad that I dont get to have Christmas anymore.

So I watched a lot of reality TV yesterday. Im kinda pissed off that Jennie Garth was eliminated before the Tubby Mormon mom....but watching the Bachelor dump both girls made up for it. I hate the writers strike, by the way. Not that I dont support their right to strike-- I think the stations should give them better renumeration for good shows...blah, blah, blah --anyhoo, Im just mad that new shows might be ending this week. Im really into 30 Rock right now and will be sad if I dont get to see the madcap lives of Tracy Jordan and Kenneth the NBC Page lived out on my TV this Thursday.

Heres a tangent you didnt expect me to go off on: I am having pant issues right now. Im not sure if i lost weight, they stretched, or if the pantgods are mocking me, but it looks like im wearing hammer pants. Im sure these fit me when i bought them last month.

Did Moxy Fruvous do anything else than write that one annoying song? Were they popular anywhere but Canada--especially in cities where there was college radio?

Oh yeah, do you know what pisses me off? When people say things on TV or stuff about "Canada" like we are one city. Last night some chick on Miami Ink (see? Reality show) Said that everyone in Canada knew her dad because he did something. Oh really? Im in Canada. I dont remember meeting her dad or knowing him for some feat. In fact, I cant even remember this feat that all Canadians are supposed to recall. Dumb ass.

Breakin' the Law Breakin the Law

So, guess who found out this morning that her car registration expired 6 months ago? And guess how she found out?

Answers: 1. Me 2. By being pulled over by the po-po on a busy street during rush hour traffic.

Honestly though, I really did think i got to do it every two years--and when i didnt receive a renewal notice on Monday, I thought fer sure I would be fine. Yeah. And smarty pants here didnt have proof of insurance in her car either.

Luckily I talked my way out of that one...and assured the nice officer that I would immediately go get new tags so he wouldnt tow my car. Instead of giving me the $500 ticket for not having a registered car, he instead gave me a $175 ticket for not producing valid registration on request. ( yeah, I got out of it cuz Im cute. Deal with it)

So hey kids-- make sure you have a registered car.

Anyways... other than that joy, I am quite happy to report that I went and saw GWAR on Wednesday. If you have never done this before, I recommend you do it immediately. I learned that the human body will pulsate and spray blood up to 50ft away for 5 minutes if you cut someone's head off. Its true. I didnt manage to get covered in blood, but i did get some of "hitler"'s semen on me when he was spraying the crowd with his dink. Yeah-- blood, semen, shit, you name it, GWAR had someone pumping it.

It looks like i found a place to accomodate my doggies over christmas break-- so my dreams of having a vacation away may now come true. Thank Christ. I fucking need a break.

Now presenting a bunch of pictures that i just feel like sharin'

I found a bunch of weird pics on my camera after this weekend. Here.



Im not sure if Ive ever blogged this, but everytime I get really drunk-- I am prone to taking self portraits of myself--while in the bathroom. No, nothing creepy or nude-- just usually a picture like the above ( usual positions are 1. winking 2. kissing or 3. sticking out tongue). I literally have thousands of these pictures-- about 20 per drunken night for the last 3 years.

This is the best of last weekend.

Also, my black and white coat sure has made its own presence here on the old blog. It almost has co-host status.



Gumby always looks really happy. Sometimes I think he is mocking me. Sometimes Ill be in a meeting and someone will be going on about something that Im not interested in and Ill shift my gaze to Gumby...and then need to supress laughter. In the above picture, it cracks me up that Gumby is carrying poor pokey like a handbag clutched under his arm.



So I have been taking part in Bikini Bootcamp for the last 4 months. Im not sure if Ive lost any weight, but I think i look less squishy...and I feel like im in better shape. This is a pic of my actual class-- I was late that day-- and as you can note no, they arent actually wearing Bikinis to work out. Idiots. (Actually Ive been wearing approx. 5 layers to work out in cuz its dang cold and dark now when we work out)

I gotta say that I have never had my ass kicked so hard in all my life. I have actually puked a total of 6 times since starting.




This is Eva looking photogenic. when you have dogs bred to be fast-- its pretty hard to get a picture of them where they arent a) a blur or b) sleeping.