Happy Anniversary to meeeee!

So today is the 2nd anniversary of my blogging here at MySpace. Those of you who've been with me the whole time, CONGRATULATIONS! Those of you who recently joined, WELCOME!

I'm feeling rather smug and self congratulatory. And when people ask you when you started reading my work, you can say "right from the beginning when she did that pissant little blog". Hey, it may happen.

Happy Friday everyone,

kxx

Towel proprietary rights and other hygiene issues

I hate when people touch my bath towel. And by people I mean my family. I've been with Scott for 20 years this September and my children sprang from my very own loins (there's a picture, eh?) yet if they wipe their hands on my towel I get grossed out and need to get a new one. Call me a freak if you like but I'm rarely sick. I can tell if they use it, too. I dampen then hang my towel in a certain way and I know when someone else has messed with it. Okay, I don't really but that sounded menacing, didn't it?

And don't get me started on using Scott's toothbrush. Yark! Maybe if I was a contestant on Fear Factor vying for half a million dollars. But I'd ask if I could please eat a giant spider after. Just to get the flavour out of my mouth.

Geez, I'm waving my freak flag today, aren't I?

kxx

Why do they do that?

Lately I've been driven mad by songs that repeat a lyric over and over again. Believe me, I know about writer's block. I make you all read my nonsense on a regular basis. But musical artists are different. Aren't they? Hearing that song even once makes it stuck in my head all day. Arrrgh. Earworms. I know there must be a way to get rid of them but I don't know it. Maybe there's a way to click your brain off.

Sorry to have done that to you guys. But if I can't get rid of them I have to share. Have a great hump day.

kxx

What will they think of next?

I was watching tv the other day-- frankly, when am I not?-- and I saw the most hilarious commercial. They were advertising for a local wedding show. They advertised fashion shows! Taste testing booths! Hundreds of exhibitors! And for the guys? A "grooms room"!

A what now? I had so many thoughts running through my mind. Let's see... a bouncy castle/ball pit setup where men in stocking feet jump around, dive and play while the big girls make all the decisions. A poker/cigar-smoking/Swedish massage room where sexy (unwifely) women take care of his every need. A small, hot windowless room with a couple of ancient GQ magazines, piped in elevator music and some hard plastic chairs to sit on while they wait for their brides to finish rubbing paper perfume samples on their delicate wrists. The mind boggles.

All I can say is poor guys. It's a pretty big day for them too but they seem to be left by the wayside with no bigger decisions to make than what time to pick up their future wives from whatever event they're guest-of-honour at/hosting. Poor saps. And in the forseeable future it'll never change. Thank goodness.

kxx

My Celebrity Look-alikes

Hi guys!

Chris(topher) reminded me that I never mentioned what I got for Christmas (along with a whole bunch of random things I couldn't think of anything else to add to let alone blog about... hee... but thanks anyway, C).

This Christmas Scott and I decided to really focus on the kids. In other words we were pretty broke after buying a washer/dryer and KitchenAid mixer this year. The focus was on the kids and that darn rabbit so I got Scott a framed print of a spitfire and he got me some accessories for my bike and for dragonboating. See why I didn't mention it? A yawnfest.

Have a good weekend my pretties! I hope to have some sort of creative brainwave over the weekend and I'll have 5 amazing and hilarious blogs for you next week. See you!

kxx

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January 10, 2008 - Thursday





Thanks to my friend Chris who sent this to me via Facebook. Enjoy.

kxx (hee)