Remembrance Day.

My paternal grandfather was in the Air Force here in Canada during WWII...I think he was always a little ashamed that he was never posted overseas...and I'm a little ashamed that I never thought to tell him that I was proud of what he did here. He died 10 ten years ago.

My maternal grandfather was with the troops who liberated Holland...he never fully recovered from what he saw during war...and he died six months after I was born.



Here's to everyone affected by war...past and current.


Lest we forget.

The Pink Ladies.

This afternoon I get to pretend to be one of the Pink Ladies from Grease...in front of my co-workers and various assorted random people.

Last night, I was praying for a bad case of the Hiney Flu just so I could call in sick legitimately.

Damn you, helpful vaccination!!!

It's for a good cause...that's what I'll just keep repeating...a good, good cause.

(Someone please save me.)

Happy Tuesday.

Sometimes I'm ready to make fun of something and then...

...I read the story and it's actually pretty amazing:

The Berlin Wall came down 20 years ago today...so, here, have some dominoes.

I think I'll spend the day making card houses and knocking them down, in honour of the anniversary.

Happy Monday (again)!

I don't work tomorrow today...

...because of this, that, and the other thing.

And I still have eight million vacation days...it seems I was sick a lot* this year but didn't actually use my holiday time. Who knew?

Anyways, the problem with my not working tomorrow today is, well, making myself go to bed. I mean, let's be honest; I only sleep because I have to work the next day. If I were independently wealthy and didn't have to earn money, I would probably just nap on the couch in between books and tv shows and random half-started-ripped-off-of-Cary-Grant-movies writing projects.

So, anyways, while I'm not sleeping...have some pretty pictures; three of my neighbourhood and one of my Friday night. You figure out which is which:









In other news, I love Mad Men.

That is all.

Happy Monday!

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*I'm lucky to have lots of sick time and understanding employers; I'm very aware of this. I've never stayed home sick when I didn't need to. NEVER. And I'm in absolutely no mood to be taunted about my sick time and, as such, comments in that vein will be summarily deleted.

The Trials and Tribulations of being Moi...

Me: "...and I'll have the scrambled eggs and homefries and a coffee, please...but no toast."
Waitress: ::blink:: "No toast?"
Me: "No, I can't, umm, have it...so just leave it off. Thank ya!"
Waitress: "We have different kinds of bread, if you don't want whole wheat?"
Me: "No, no, thanks but I just don't need the toast...thank you!"
Waitress: ::shuffles feet...collects menus:: "So, no toast...?"
Me: "Nope, just the eggs and home fries."
Waitress: ::hesitantly:: "Ooookay..."
Me: ::smiling in an increasingly irritated way:: "I'm allergic!"
Waitress: "To toast? Okay..."

...time passes...

::meal arrives...with toast::

So to sum up:

Hiney Flu is apparently making people stupider...or something.

Happy Sunday!

p.s.
And, yes, opening with "I have an allergy" would be more effective but I'm hyper-sensitive about this crap and hate to be One of Those People Fussing at Restaurants. Normally, a simple "leave this off" gets a "okay." Stupid people!

One of them rare personal posts.

Does anyone else really enjoy just having an empty house for a few hours? I mean, it's not that I don't enjoy company...it's just that I'm with people all the time and so being by myself sometimes...it's kind of nice.

I'm alone now until probably midnight, if not later...and I just finished putting the heat up to the temperature I like (I hate being an adult because I can hear the $$$; but to hell with it, I've been cold all day), pouring a drink, lighting candles, putting my pajamas on, and crawling under a blanket with my computer. Soon there'll be popcorn!

And me and John Simm are gonna hang out all evening while I peek in on the internet occasionally.

Everyone say hello to John, who was partially responsible for my nightmares last night, given that I was watching Life on Mars* earlier in the evening (before I switched to crime fiction).

Hello John!



Let's not touch on how I'm supposed to be doing NaNoWriMo this month...there's always tomorrow for that and my half-started Arsenic and Old Lace-influenced wannabe novel.

Happy Friday night, eh?

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*I'm rewatching season 1 in preparation for watching season 2, which I've never seen. Life is good.

The newest version of my favourite YouTube...

I had a dream...

...I know it's illegal to talk about dreams on blogs but how about one that involved me getting shot* close-range by a scary criminal guy, after I ran and ran and ran and hid and stuff?**

No? Still illegal?

Crap, then I have no blog for today.

Happy Friday!

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*I've been reading and watching too many British detective books/shows.
**Dream analysts would have a field day with this, huh.

Hiney Flu...now with extra cat!

If you're planning on feline dining anytime soon...beware.

Just sayin'.



(Yeah, my Photoshop skills are rusty...shaddup.)