and we have an agreement that pants will not be worn on our trip. We'll see how it goes. In the words of lady gaga, "no pants is sexy".
Look out Miami, here come the pantless Canadians.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, November 26, 2009
If you like toilet humour...
...you might enjoy toilet art:
Toilet paper roll faces by Junior Fritz Jacquet
Yuken Teruya's use of every day objects
Toilet paper roll faces by Junior Fritz Jacquet
Yuken Teruya's use of every day objects
Monday, November 23, 2009
One for you, one for me? No, no... they're with eachother.
I went out for a walk yesterday to enjoy this wonderful autumn weather we're experiencing. I was stopped on the street corner waiting for the light to change when two attractive men stopped along side of me. So naturally, I stood a little taller and did my best hair flip, and we exchanged smiles. Well, as the light was about to change, they got out ahead of me and I noticed they were holding hands... just my luck. What a waste of a perfectly good hair flip.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Comparing apples and beans.. not your average produce
For the past several years, I have started taking weekend girls' trips to the US of A. We've been to the Big Apple twice and were recently in Beantown.
Now everyone knows that the theatre, shopping, food and the bustle of New York is amazing. There is tonnes to see, do, buy and eat. It's almost overwhelming at first. Everything just seems so big and in your face.
Boston has a different kind of charm. It's smaller yes, but it's still a big city with a lot to offer. They have their own theatre district, the shopping was great and the food was superb. Although, I don't think I want to see another bowl of New England Clam Chowda for a while. Seriously, it's everywhere and I had to taste it everywhere.
But here's where the big difference was for me - the hombres. I've only seen a small handful of good looking men in the Big Apple and they were everywhere in Beantown. And it's not just the plethora of light-eyed and dark-haired fellas either, there's all kinds of studly. Not to mention that the accent doesn't hurt either. So there, I said it. I think the Boston homies are dope.
So unless there's something going on in NYC that I can't get in Boston, I'll be seeing Boston again. But next time, I'm leaving my mom at home ;)
Now everyone knows that the theatre, shopping, food and the bustle of New York is amazing. There is tonnes to see, do, buy and eat. It's almost overwhelming at first. Everything just seems so big and in your face.
Boston has a different kind of charm. It's smaller yes, but it's still a big city with a lot to offer. They have their own theatre district, the shopping was great and the food was superb. Although, I don't think I want to see another bowl of New England Clam Chowda for a while. Seriously, it's everywhere and I had to taste it everywhere.
But here's where the big difference was for me - the hombres. I've only seen a small handful of good looking men in the Big Apple and they were everywhere in Beantown. And it's not just the plethora of light-eyed and dark-haired fellas either, there's all kinds of studly. Not to mention that the accent doesn't hurt either. So there, I said it. I think the Boston homies are dope.
So unless there's something going on in NYC that I can't get in Boston, I'll be seeing Boston again. But next time, I'm leaving my mom at home ;)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
suffocated and dying
I have now been actively house hunting for four months - 4! And I've seen quite a few very different houses in a few different neighbourhoods, but last night was different. I saw two houses, only two streets apart from one another and with a $40,000 price tag differential. Both houses were semi-detached, owned by older couples and roughly the same size. But wow, what a difference!
The first house looked like it was dying. Almost as if it was slowly shriveling into nothingness. The screens on the windows were shredded, the garage looked like an abandoned barn, the roof shingles were peeling and the cement around the house was cracking. It looked dead from the outside. We approached the house hoping that we would find life inside, but it wasn't there either. There were a few old portraits on the wall that suggested humans had been there, but those were the only signs that the house had ever been inhabited. It seemed as though time had stood still for this house, like it hadn't been loved in years. I can't imagine that it was ever any one's home.
While, the first house depressed me, the second made me giggle at first. It looked as though my tacky grandfather had decorated it himself. From the plastic swans in the front garden, to the GIANT furniture in a small space, to an entire room filled with leafy plants- my grandpa would've thought it was incredible. Strangely, although this house was overflowing with over sized furniture and nick-nacks, it didn't feel like a home. It felt more like a storage facility for all things unwanted. The objects were suffocating themselves while crying out for a little attention.
When it was all said and done, the first house needed way more renovations than I'm prepared to do and the second floor of the second house was so badly planned, that it too would've needed a major overhaul. I have vision, I can see past cosmetic issues. What I don't have is a bulldozer and unlimited funds.
So, last night's experience taught me that I can afford something between a dying house and a storage facility ... excellent. I guess that means I'd better keep saving my pennies.
more to come....
The first house looked like it was dying. Almost as if it was slowly shriveling into nothingness. The screens on the windows were shredded, the garage looked like an abandoned barn, the roof shingles were peeling and the cement around the house was cracking. It looked dead from the outside. We approached the house hoping that we would find life inside, but it wasn't there either. There were a few old portraits on the wall that suggested humans had been there, but those were the only signs that the house had ever been inhabited. It seemed as though time had stood still for this house, like it hadn't been loved in years. I can't imagine that it was ever any one's home.
While, the first house depressed me, the second made me giggle at first. It looked as though my tacky grandfather had decorated it himself. From the plastic swans in the front garden, to the GIANT furniture in a small space, to an entire room filled with leafy plants- my grandpa would've thought it was incredible. Strangely, although this house was overflowing with over sized furniture and nick-nacks, it didn't feel like a home. It felt more like a storage facility for all things unwanted. The objects were suffocating themselves while crying out for a little attention.
When it was all said and done, the first house needed way more renovations than I'm prepared to do and the second floor of the second house was so badly planned, that it too would've needed a major overhaul. I have vision, I can see past cosmetic issues. What I don't have is a bulldozer and unlimited funds.
So, last night's experience taught me that I can afford something between a dying house and a storage facility ... excellent. I guess that means I'd better keep saving my pennies.
more to come....
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Canadian Comedy Awards
This Thursday, our friends from Shoeless will be heading off to St. John's, NB, for the 2009 Canadian Comedy Awards. They are one of five nominees for Best Sketch Comedy troupe. Best of luck!!!!
You can check out their site here
You can check out their site here
Friday, September 25, 2009
TNA
There is something kind of funny and ironic about a woman wearing a Burqua and holding a gym bag with "TNA" printed all over it.
To the woman who fits this description - thank you for inadvertently putting a smile on my face on the subway.
This...
To the woman who fits this description - thank you for inadvertently putting a smile on my face on the subway.
This...
And this...
= Irony
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