The Tuesday Random

Tuesday.  The day I reveal all the mundane random crap floating around in my brain.  I know.  Try to contain yourselves.

• I have to admit, I’m having a hard time blogging about anything these days other than Lost.  And I know that it’s annoying for everyone who watched the show when it was actually current, and not five years later, like me.  I’m trying so hard to limit it, guys, but my God, I love this show.

• For my Facebook friends, you may have already heard about this – but you have no idea how embarrassed I was last night when I realized I’ve been singing the wrong lyrics to “You Give Love a Bad Name” for, oh, just about 25 years.  On The Voice, two guys were singing it in the battle rounds, and clear as a bell, I heard them sing, “Shot through the heart, and you’re to blame”… and I was all like, “Huh?  I thought it was Shot through the heart, and you’re too vain… ?!?”
• Even more embarrassing when I think of all the times I’ve belted it out loudly…especially at the Bon Jovi concert.  *sigh*
• For the record, this is not the first time this has happened to me.  Imagine my surprise when I found out the title to the Guns ‘N Roses song was “Paradise City”, when for so long I had been singing “Take me down to the very nice city.”  Oy.  But at least I was 13 when I figured that one out.
• I’m so terribly sad that it’s only Tuesday.  The weekend ahead is bursting at the seams with fun… A pizza party with friends on Friday night to celebrate the October birthdays, Car Rally on Saturday (which is practically the October equivalent of Christmas), and little Nevie is being baptized on Sunday.  I so can’t wait for all of it!
• The crisp fall air has had me craving a big pot of chili for a few weeks now, so last night, I finally made it.  I’ve been like a squirrel gathering nuts for the winter in the past month, as I’ve been filling my freezer with yummy cold-weather comfort foods – lasagna, meatballs, meatloaf, spaghetti sauce, hamburger soup, cream of broccoli soup, and now the chili.  It’s making me hungry just thinking about it.

• For someone who is a bit of a germaphobe, this open-concept office is the absolute WORST place to be this week.  Everyone is snuffling, sneezing, coughing, blowing their schnozzes…and this morning I ran out of both my multivitamin AND my Echinacea.  Do you realize how difficult it is to hold your breath all day to avoid contracting their diseases?  It’s friggin’ hard.
• For anyone who recalls my tea-obsession from last fall – you should know I’m currently having the same issue with K-cups for my Keurig.  Every time I go to the store, I pick up a new pack to try out.  There are boxes of K-cups littering my kitchen everywhere.  The local grocery store doesn’t have the best selection, so last night I think the only one left on the shelf that I had to try was the Van Houtte Butterscotch flavoured light roast, so I bought it.  And I tried it this morning.  And it’s gross.  Way too sweet for my taste.  I shoulda known.

• November 23rd is the Justin Bieber concert in Ottawa.  As we all know, I was an epic failure at getting tickets.  So instead, I’m going to see the Pontiac Community Players dessert cabaret production entitled “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.  I’m sure it will be very good, but somehow, I’m not nearly as excited as I was about Bieber.
• Speaking of which… I’m insanely jealous of everyone going to the Bruce Springsteen concert on Friday night.   I didn’t even  bother trying to get tickets, since I had already been defeated by Bieber.  So to my friends who will be coming over for pizza on Friday night… Prepare yourselves.  I will be playing The Boss and pretending I’m at his concert.  And so will you.

It’s Tuesday, so I’m linking up with Impulsive Addict and Shawn for Talk To Us Tuesday!

And because I’m all randomy, I’m also linking up with Stacy for Random Tuesday!

This weekend, I partied like a 7-year-old…Oh, and I might’ve watched Lost a little bit too.

Remember when I said that this weekend was supposed to be quiet and relaxing?  And how I was going to just soak that up and savour it?

Well it was.  And I did.

Friday evening, I had literally no plans.  I was looking forward to snuggling up on the couch in my quilt with a cup of tea, and spending the evening with Jack and Sawyer and the rest of the Lost cast. 

As it turns out, my friend Brenda stopped in for a visit, so I traded the cup of tea for a few goblets of Wild Vines, and I swapped Jack and Sawyer for some much-needed girl talk!  Later on, Brenda’s son (and my Godson) Cowan joined us – and I teased him, saying, “I’m sure you’re thrilled to be spending your Friday night with me and your mom, watching wedding shows.”  (Four Weddings and Say Yes to the Dress are my Friday evening shows of choice.) 

Cowan looked at me and very dryly commented: “Jill, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

He’s a  trooper. ;)

Saturday morning, I had every intention of sleeping in and lounging around in my jams all morning.  So of COURSE, I was up fairly early and full of energy.  I hate when that happens.  After a cup of coffee and an episode of Lost, I was literally bouncing off the walls – so I changed into track pants and  a hoodie, and went for a long walk.  It felt great.  The sun was shining, the air was crisp and cool, the leaves were crunching under my feet, and I had my iPod on shuffle.  It was throwing out all kinds of long-lost gems that just made my day.  Perfect Saturday morning.

When I got home, I put up Halloween decorations, tidied the house a little, watched some more Lost (so.frigging.addicted.), and got ready to head out to my nephew Caden’s birthday party.

Okay.  So.  Let’s just hold up a minute here.  Caden turned 7 this weekend.  SEVEN.  Can we seriously please just stop time for a little while?  Just push the pause button?!   Because there is absolutely no way that Caden can possibly be 7 years old.  NO WAY!!!

14 kids.  One small party room at the arena in Chelsea.  Pogos and chips and cake and presents.  Then, they all put on their skates and headed out for public skating.  They had a blast!!

The Birthday Boy on the ice

 

Neve came dressed for the party in her little Sens jersey and slippers…so  stinkin’ cute!

We were home by 8:30-ish, and I promptly put on my pj’s, hit the couch and watched Lost.  Shocking.  I know.  Apparently partying like a 7-year-old when you’re 29 takes a lot out of you.  I was wiped.

Sunday morning broke dull and grey and rainy, so I took the opportunity to have my lazy morning then instead.  I skipped church to spend time with Sawyer and Jack.  So sue me.

As the show progresses, I’m also kinda falling in love with Jin.  So I guess I should include him too. That’s one sexy Korean.

Ummm…okay…where was I… *drool*

So.  I had suggested taking Caden to the movies yesterday afternoon, since it was his actual birthday.  My sister texted me to say she thought that was a good plan, and so we all headed to the theatre to see Hotel Transylvania.  The kids loved it, and the adults thought it was pretty entertaining too!  Perfect October family fun :)

After stopping in for a quick visit with Baby Neve (and her ‘rents), we headed back to my mom’s for a delicious dinner – stuffed pork tenderloin, potatoes, gravy, homemade bread, salad, and leftover birthday cake.  What a treat!  It was sooo good!

Sunday evening.  Still rainy and dreary.  What did I do?

I don’t think I have to tell you…

All that rest & relaxation & Lost made for a wonderful weekend… and yet I still didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.  *sigh*

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend! :)

I love you, Friday.

I’m so very very happy that it’s Friday.  The weekend ahead is looking like a mostly quiet, relaxing one – just my nephew Caden’s 7th birthday party thrown in there tomorrow night. 

(7?!?!  WHAT!??!) 

I’m so looking forward to doing pretty much nothing this weekend, as next weekend is already jam-packed with birthday parties, Car Rally, and Neve’s baptism!

But before we can kick off this quiet, relaxing weekend, it’s time to confess…

Linking up with Aubrey at High-Heeled Love while Mamarazzi is on break!

I confess… that I think my Zumba instructor thought I was going to explode last night.  I was really into it, dancing around like a maniac, which means I turned very red and sweaty, and probably looked to be on the verge of a heart attack..  Pretty sure she thought I was going to die.

I confess… that I wanted more Damon on the season premiere of The Vampire Diaries last night.  It was kind of more of a Stefan show.  I was a little disappointed.

I confess… that I did not get to watch Lost at all last night, and it kind of made me feel like I was missing part of my body or something.  Tonight, it’s just going to be me and Jack and Sawyer, allll night long.

I confess… that the box of clothes from Old Navy finally arrived yesterday, and the skinny jeans were an EPIC FAIL.  As I feared, I looked like a sausage.  And I had a massive spare tire.  And no amount of boots or long shirts were going to make me look any better.  *sigh*

I confess… that I saw the preview for Paranormal Activity 4 last night, and I have no idea why, but watching those audiences jumping and screaming in the commercial really makes me want to go see it.  I’m a sucker for punishment, I guess.  (who wants to come with me???)

I confess… that I had a dream about Adam Levine last night.  But it wasn’t a good dream, like you’d think.  He just kept drifting in and out of it, and it’s all kind of fuzzy, but I know he was being mean to me.  So sad.  Don’t be mean to me, Adam.

I confess… that I posted a quote on Facebook yesterday that I saw on Raven’s blog, which really resonated with me: “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”  - Kahlil Gibran.  There were six women who liked or commented on my status, and I sat back and smiled when I read their names: Amanda, Nancy, Mary-Sheila, Leslie, Krista, and Haleigh.  Six of the strongest women I know, who have all faced either terrible loss, health issues, family issues, personal issues…but are survivors who bear their scars – whether they be physical or emotional, or both - and still walk tall with their heads held high.  I’m privileged to call them my friends.  They are inspiring.

I confess… that I’m having fun teasing Lindsay about being a quarter-of-a-century old today.  Dude, trust me – it’s way better than almost 30!! ;)   Happy Birthday!! xo

Have a great weekend, gang! :)

Operation: Let’s Get Jill a PVR.

You know how exciting my life is right now?

This morning, while having breakfast with my mom, I was trying to think of newsworthy items floating through my brain to share with her.  And all I could think of was stuff that I watched on Lost last night.

My mom’s eyes kind of glaze over with complete disinterest when I talk about my TV shows like they are real life things happening to me, so I didn’t bother.  But honestly, it was all I could think of to talk about.  It’s consuming me.

Remember yesterday, when I said my plan was to rent What to Expect When You’re Expecting?  Well, the store didn’t have it on the shelf, of course.  I rented 30 Minutes or Less instead, and did not really love it.  So really and truly, the highlight of my night was Lost.

I’m almost done Season 1.  I’m addicted.  This show is like crack.  (and yes, I realize everyone else in the world went through this years ago, like when the show was actually on TV.  This should not come as a surprise to me.) I’m already trying to figure out how I’m going to find the time to finish watching Season 1 tonight.  (And so very thankful I have Season 2 already in my possession, ready to roll.)

And thus, my dilemma of the day.

As I’ve mentioned many, many times before, I am a Flintstone, I live in the Stone Ages, and I do not have a PVR.  And it is totally ruining my LIFE.

I’m all tired and whiny today because I had to stay up an hour past my bedtime last night to watch the new show Nashville.  It’s about country singers.  And Connie Britton is in.  It’s, like, made for me.

Normal people with a bedtime of 10 PM-ish?  They would’ve just set their PVR’s and watched it another time.  But no.  I don’t have one of those fancy new-fangled machines, so I had to stay up to til the ungodly hour of 11 o’clock to watch this new show. 

(And I didn’t even really like it.  Hayden Panettiere annoyed the hell out of me.  And I wanted to hear more singing.  I was disappointed.)

Tonight, I thought I had an impossible task on my hands:  trying to squeeze Zumba, The Big Bang Theory, The Vampire Diaries, and Grey’s Anatomy, all into one night.  With a PVR?  Simple.  Without one?  Well…something was going to get cut.

As it turns out, I don’t think Grey’s is actually on tonight (what the frack is up with that?  Two episodes into the new season and they decide to take a break?!?) – so it’s now doable.  I will get home from Zumba before 8, watch Big Bang then, and then Damon shall be at 9. 

But throw Grey’s into this mix when it returns, and it’s impossible without a PVR.

So.  This is my new mission.  I need to upgrade.  I need a satellite receiver with a PVR.  Like, STAT.

I’ve been on the Bell website already this morning, trying to figure out what my options are and how much it’s going to cost me.  My main concern is that they only seem to have HD PVR’s, and I do not have an HD TV.  Is this a problem?  I do not know.  I think I need to call them.

I’m frigging on it, dudes.  Time to get out of the Stone Ages.

Today, I’m loving…

Honestly, I’ve been sitting here all morning trying to think of what to write.  I appear to be having a bit of “blog block”.  Nothing that crosses my mind seems interesting in the least.

So I’ve decided to go with one of those tried-and-trues, when all other inspiration is failing me…

Here’s What I’m Loving this Wednesday!

Adam Levine

Seriously.  Could this man BE any hotter?!  I’ve been watching The Voice with my momma, and there’s nothing I love more than Adam.  Nothing.  I don’t know how anyone is supposed to resist him when he sits there, giving his “come hither” look.  I.die.

Farmer’s Market Carrot Walnut muffins

Why would anyone bother baking their own muffins when these ones you buy at the grocery store taste SO good?!  (oh, and have I mentioned lately, I’ve fallen off the diet wagon again?)

Ricki’s Dancing Queen Nail Lacquer

So.  The interwebs are failing me and I can’t find a picture to show you, but it’s a dark shade of purple/burgundy that I discovered on their counter when I bought my “wedding outfit”.  LOVE the colour, and I LOVE that at $4.50 a bottle, it’s lasting much longer than other more expensive polishes in my collection!

Lost

 

Even though I’m severely disappointed that Ian Somerhalder has been killed off ALREADY in Season 1, I am definitely – definitely – hooked.  Season 2 arrived in the mail from Amazon last night.

Sawyer

What is it with me and the bad boys?  Originally, I hated him.  There are still times when I want to punch him in the throat; times when I think he’s the slimiest of the slimy… and then there are times when I want him to be my boyfriend.  I mean, how’s a girl to resist that?!  (I think I’ll be okay without Ian Somerhalder, after all.)

Anna Kendrick

After seeing Pitch Perfect, she’s become one of my new favourite actresses.  I already knew her as Bella’s best friend Jessica from the Twilight movies, but she’s just awesome in Pitch Perfect.  I kind of want her to be my best friend.

Ian Somerhalder returning to my TV tomorrow night.

Alright, I admit it.  The real reason I’m okay with Ian Somerhalder dying on Lost is because I know by tomorrow night, he’ll be back on my TV as Damon in Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries.  (Now the really tricky part will be trying to get Zumba, The Big Bang Theory, The Vampire Diaries, and Grey’s Anatomy all squeezed into one night.  Without a PVR.  Kill me now.)

My new jeans

This is not me, obviously.  But those are my American Eagle jeans.  Mine are bigger, of course, but I love them.  I’m so happy with my new jeans.  (Still no Old Navy order yet, so still no verdict on the skinnies…)

My evening plans

It’s gloomy and rainy here this afternoon, so I’m chucking my evening walk (again!) in favour of renting a movie, buying some chips, and spending the evening on the couch.  I’m really hoping What to Expect When You’re Expecting is at the store!

This song.

Happy Hump Day, kids :)

This is not a real day.

That’s right.  It’s not a real day. 

Why is that, you ask?  Well, because this past weekend was full of so much fun that I’m still recuperating.  So while I’m sitting at my desk at work, I’m really not here. 

Because this day is not real.

Let’s go random.

• I’m unbearably cold today.  Can’t seem to get warmed up.  My feet are freezing.  (A sign that it’s time to put away the flip flops, perhaps?)  …And just as I write this, one of our employees comes bustling in saying it’s so hot outside.  I’m severely outta whack.
• Thanksgiving weekend.  It was wonderful.  I’m sorry that it’s over already.  My turkey was delicious.  My family was full of silliness and there was so much to be thankful for.
• My brother, who had pigged out at not one but two turkey dinners over the weekend, lay on my sister’s living room floor post-Turkey-#2 and moaned, “Dear God, please give me the strength to get this turkey out of my body.”  Weirdest.  Prayer.  Ever.
• This morning, I invited my mom over for a spaghetti dinner, thinking she’d probably enjoy a reprieve from the turkey leftovers.  She said, “Sure, what time?”  I said 5:30 ish.  She said, “Oh are you not going for your walk after work?”  And I said, “No.  Because this is not a real day.”
• Another funny thing that happened at Thanksgiving:  My brother asked our 3-year-old niece to give him a massage.  She gladly climbed up on the chair behind him, wrapped her little legs around his neck, and then proceeded to poke him in the eyes.  He very dryly commented, “Well…this is the first time I’ve ever had an eyeball massage…”

• TUB RAVE!!  Yes, it was TUB RAVE this weekend!!  Except, we had no Rave.  So I guess it was just a Tub.  And I didn’t go in the Tub, either.  So I guess it was just a party in Dale’s garage.  But Dale’s garage parties never disappoint.  It was a good time.
• Speaking of which – I think I was officially booed off stage in Dale’s garage.  I remember playing a song, and screwing it up, and then apologizing for screwing it up, and being told by several people to never play that song again anyways ‘cause they hated it.  Yep.  BOOED OFF STAGE.
• I don’t blame them.  I was horrible.
• I’m blaming my horribleness on the bottomless Caesar I carried around all night.  It tasted great, but I lost my voice from all the shouting.  I was a squawky mess.
• Note to self:  Never let Lindsay be in charge of finding movie times.  I told her I wanted to see Trouble With The Curve.  She knew it was about baseball, so when she looked up the movie times, she looked up Pitch Perfect instead.  Because, you know… “Pitch” is in the title, so that one must be about baseball.  *sigh*

• Turns out?  Pitch Perfect was hilarious, and I’m glad we saw it instead.  It was like a mash-up of Glee, Bring It On, and Step Up.  And it made me want to go back to college and start an acapella group.  I can’t sing, but whatever.
• After coming back from the movies yesterday afternoon, I was hit with a really bad sinus headache.  My mom seems to believe it to be due to being hung over from Tub Rave, but I swear it wasn’t that.  I’m still feeling wonky today.  That’s another reason why today is not a real day.
• WHY DIDN’T SOMEONE TELL ME IAN SOMERHALDER’S CHARACTER WAS GOING TO DIE ON LOST BEFORE SEASON 1 WAS OVER?!?!

I think there was more to tell you, but I can’t remember it all now.  Let’s just say it was a fabulous weekend.  Fabulous.

Well.  Except for Ian Somerhalder dying on Lost.  And the headache.  And the getting booed off stage.

But other than that…Fabulous.

You know what is fabulous?  In making my rounds reading my favourite blogs this morning, I discovered that Impulsive Addict and Shawn are celebrating their 55th week of Talk To Us Tuesday with some giveaways for their long-time contributors.  Vandy won for the most times linking up with them, and six other faithful linker-uppers were put into a draw – and I won!!  Woo hoo!!!  Thank you so much ladies – I love Talk To Us Tuesday, and I love both of you! :)

Also linking up for Random Tuesday with Stacy Uncorked :)

This & That Thursday.

So.  This is basically like Random Tuesday, except it’s Thursday.  So I’ll call it “This & That Thursday” instead.  It’s like alliteration.  Or something.

• This morning, I invited my mother to go to the movies with me tomorrow night.  Her response?  “NO!!!!”  As if I was inviting her to come with me to watch someone get raped or murdered, or something equally horrible.  Then she says, “You probably want to go see one of your Halloween movies.”  Yes, sure, Mom.  That makes sense – me taking you to a ‘Halloween movie’.  *sigh*
• For the record, the movie I want to see is Trouble With The Curve.  It’s about baseball.  AND Justin Timberlake is in it.  It’s, like, made for me.  Clint Eastwood is also in it, so I thought, you know… a little something for Mom, too.  But nope.  She’s having none of it.

• Have I mentioned how excited I am to eat turkey on Sunday?  Really frigging excited.  I love turkey.
• Question to my fellow bloggers:  What the heck do you do about spam?!  In the past few weeks, the number of spam comments I’ve been getting has at least doubled.  I’m getting about 50-100 robot comments a week.  (except for that one bizzare night when I came in and had 200 of them that magically appeared overnight.  awesome.) Usually, I go into my dashboard about once a week and just clear them all out, but it’s getting redic.  If I get one more “hi! my name is kavin and your site is so amazing!  so much informations, help me write my school report.  thank you so much!  i will bookmark in my favourites.  Please see my webpage also ::howtolosebellyfat.com::”  (on my post about how much I love Christian Grey or my post about my pet goldfish)… well, I just might scream.  Where do they come from?  How do I get them to stop?  I really don’t want to have to do the annoying word/number verification.  Is there another way to get these robots to VAMOOSE?!
• Interweb Robots:  If you are reading this, please kindly stop leaving me stupid comments.  Thank you.
• It’s gonna be pretty ironic when the robots start commenting on this post telling me how great my informations are.
• Tonight is the return to Zumba.  The first night of the fall session, and because I don’t do the summer session, I have not done Zumba since last spring.  Not even on my Wii.  Betcha this is gonna hurt.
• I’m starting to get really ticked off at Old Navy.  I placed my order with them on Monday – and have yet to receive the email notification that it has shipped.  Get it together, Old Navy.
• You know, I’m proud of one of our local radio stations, Hot 89.9, for making a world-wide splash after hanging up on one of the guys from One Direction last week.  Apparently Rush was all lined up to do an interview with one of the guys in the group, but the PR lady gave him a list of about 50 things he wasn’t allowed to ask – things like “anything to do with the X-Factor, who writes the songs, who’s your best friend in the band, what’s your favourite colour, blah blah blah” – basically anything that didn’t have to do with their current new single and upcoming new album.  So when Rush got the guy on the line, he simply said something like, “Pleasure to have you here today, so nice of you to join us, and have a great day.” *click* I thought it was awesome, and I love that One Direction is now issuing public statements trying “clear up any misunderstandings”.  Sure.  Whatever.  You go, Rush.

• Is it just me, or is this another insanely long week?  Each day, I’m like, “Holy crap, it’s only Tuesday.”  “Holy crap, it’s only Wednesday.”  “Holy crap, it’s only THURSDAY!”  I’m so ready for the weekend.  Again.  I’m glad it’s a long one.  Dragging my ass out of bed each morning is getting increasingly difficult.  I need sleep-in time.
• BRING ON THE TURKEY!!  NOWWWWW!!!

Have a great day, friends :)

Is it time for Tub Rave yet?

You know how you can tell when the hangover is officially over?

…When you start looking forward to the next party.

Was it really only just a few short days ago that I was declaring, “I’M NEVER EVER EVER DRINKING AGAIN.  LIKE, EVER.”

Okay, Mom (and everybody else who is gasping and groaning and crying “Oh no!!”)… Relax.  I swear to God that I am NOT repeating last Saturday night’s fiasco again this weekend.  That was just not fun.  For anybody involved.

BUT!  I AM very excited for this upcoming weekend.  A few good nights of rest have restored my lust for life, and now I’m ready to go again.  And that’s a good thing, because this is a BIG weekend coming up.

The weekend of my two favourite “T’s”. 

Turkey AND Tub Rave. 

Yessssss!!!

It’s Thanksgiving weekend.  And while it seems terribly early to be celebrating Thanksgiving – (What is up with that this year, by the way?  My mom says it’s the moon or something?  She’s always blaming things on the moon.) – I’m so very happy that it’s that time of year.  One of my very favourite weekends. 

For five years now, my MacKechnie cousins have been combining Tub Rave with Thanksgiving weekend, and really, it’s like adding an extra something to be thankful for.  A jam-packed weekend of fun and family.  I love it.

For those of you who have been around for awhile, you’re already familiar with the Tub Rave shenanigans.  But for those of you wondering “What the heck is a Tub Rave?”, here is the definition:  It is when my cousin Dale opens up his hot tub, and his brother Chris comes home with his DJ equipment stuff, and we have a good ol’ Pontiac-style “Rave”. 

(Which generally means Chris stands out in the cold with a few brave souls keeping him company, while Dale complains that the song is skipping, and people run around in bathing suits and towels, and eventually Uncle Garry sings the Coconut Song in the garage.)

Good times, people.  Good times.

Unfortunately, this year Tub Rave happens to fall on Turkey Day for my family.  Usually it’s on Saturday.  This year, it’s on Sunday, and that is also the day my family will be feasting.  So I won’t be able to make it for the 3 PM start time… I will get there when I’m done eating my turkey.

Which means I’ll probably miss the Texas Horseshoe tournament.  Meh.  I don’t really like playing Texas Horseshoes anyways.

HOPEFULLY I arrive in time for the guitars and the singing and the bopping around with one of Fudgie’s delicious Caesars and laughing and visiting with family & friends.  Because really?  That’s what Tub Rave is all about.

Can’t. Frigging. Wait.

The fabulous randomness in my brain today.

• Is it possible to still… STILL…be hung over?  I swear, I still feel like a bag of crap.  Hey.  Maybe I have the flu??  Maybe it wasn’t too much booze on Saturday night at all.  Maybe that just happened to coincide with me coming down with the flu.  Yeah… that must be it.
• No.  I don’t have the flu.  I think today I feel like crap because instead of detoxing last night, I only fed my body more crud.  I was still feeling half-dead, so rather than exercising and eating a healthy dinner, I lay on the couch, ate chips and pizza, drank Diet Coke, and slept.  Not my wisest move…but I really didn’t feel like doing much else last night.
• I tried watching The 5-Year Engagement last night.  And it felt like it lasted for FIVE FRIGGING YEARS.  Or at least five frigging hours.  I know that part of the problem was I kept falling asleep, and then waking up and skipping back to the last scene I remembered watching, but honestly… longest.movie.ever.  I was not nearly as entertained as I’d hoped to be.

• Oh!  The fashion show!  I haven’t reported on that yet!  So.  I was an “official dresser” for the very first time at the fashion show at Oktoberfest on Friday night.  Each of the dressers were given two models to outfit for the evening.  All the outfits were pre-selected and organized, so basically all I had to do was get my two ladies into their clothes, and make sure each outfit was hung up neatly after being discarded.  It was actually a lot of fun, and my mom said it was one of the smoothest shows she’s ever been part of.  Oh, except for the fact that one of the models ALMOST DIED.  No, I’m not exaggerating.  Okay, maybe a little.  But one of the girls did fall down the flight of stairs heading to the stage.  Thankfully, it wasn’t one of the older ladies.  Thankfully, she only suffered some bruising.  And thankfully, she was not one of my models.  She was my mom’s.  Totally her responsibility.
• As always happens with the turn of the season, I’ve had a recent urge to revamp my fall wardrobe.  I don’t think I’ve bought new jeans since I was in Midland two summers ago, and everything in my closest just feels old and out of style.  Enter:  American Eagle and Old Navy on-line.  I dusted off the ol’ Mastercard, and placed two orders in the past few days.  I pray that at least some of it fits.
• My riskiest purchase?  A pair of Rockstar skinny jeans from Old Navy.  I read on someone else’s blog that they are the comfiest jeans in the history of the world.  I, however, have professed to hate skinnies ever since they became trendy.  I mean, a big girl?  Wearing skinnies?  Not cool, right?  I don’t want to look like a sausage stuffed into its casing.  When I told my friend Lindsay this, she said I could pull off the look if I paired the jeans with a pair of high boots.  So.  I ordered a pair of boots from Old Navy, too.  I have a pretty good idea that it’s all going to be returned…

• Over the weekend, I started watching Lost.  It’s one of those TV series’ I totally missed out on, so I bought the first season, based mainly on the fact that Ian Somerhalder is it.  Two discs in, and I’m hooked.  Totally confused, but hooked nonetheless. 
• Ian Somerhalder is younger, obviously, and skinnier, and not as hot as he is as Damon.  But still, decent eye candy, when paired with the likes of Matthew Fox.  Worthwhile, I’d say.

• I missed Musical Monday yesterday.  I was still in that hangover haze, and the only thing I could think to talk about was Sadie, and totally forgot it was Musical Monday.  So here is my offering this week:  “Hasn’t Hit Me Yet” by one of my most beloved bands, Blue Rodeo.  Doesn’t matter how many times I hear it.  It’s one of my all-time favourites.  Another Canadian classic.

I think that’s all she wrote today… Happy Tuesday, folks!!

Linking up today for Talk To Us Tuesday with Impulsive Addict and Shawn…

…as well as Random Tuesday with Stacy Uncorked.

Sadie’s dead. (Promise.)

Soooo…

Remember last week, when I said that my friend told me he doesn’t like Sadie?

Well, I’m willing to bet a lot of other people really don’t like her now, too.

Lynn & Steve’s wedding?  Ummm… for me, it was kind of a disasterpiece.  Of epic proportions.

As I am slowly (very slowly) learning, I should never, ever give Sadie a “free pass”.  If she shows up out of the blue, she can really be a good time, I swear.  But when I purposely leave the door open for her?  It means craziness.  Times a billion.

In fact, I’m not even sure that thing that appeared on Saturday night was even Sadie.  It was like her evil, nasty, gross twin.  And when your drunken alter-ego has an evil twin, you know you’ve got trouble, mister.

Seriously.  My mom was ready to sign me up for AA yesterday.  When I told her I’d lost my camera, broke my watch, and was in possession of a suit jacket that I thought might have been my cousin Bucky’s, but I wasn’t really sure… she was kind of not even a little bit impressed.  (I didn’t even tell her that I lost my earrings, too.)

I tried telling her I wasn’t the only one.  A quick scan of my Facebook newsfeed yesterday indicated many people were feeling the effects of a legendary party, and were also searching for lost belongings.  Sounds like I wasn’t the only one who had wayyyy too much fun.

Granted, she was already a little ticked at me because she was present when I tackled Sens GM Bryan Murray at the reception after she strictly forbid me to.

Me: “Hey… Is that Bryan Murray over there?”

Mom: “Yes, it is.”

Me: “I’m going to go give him a piece of my mind!  I’ve been waiting years to tell him how mad I am over him letting Wade Redden go!!”

Mom:  “NO YOU ARE NOT.”

do dee doo doo dooo….

Me:  “Hi, Mr. Murray.  That’s my mom over there, and she told me I’m not allowed to talk to you.  But I just have to tell you how mad I am at you for not paying Wade Redden $6.75 Million dollars a year to keep him in Ottawa!!!”

*cue Mother trying to smile politely (apologetically?) at Mr. Murray while also trying to give me the death glare…*

(Bryan was very nice, and while I pretty much had to twist his arm to eventually get him to say “Wade was a good boy”, I do believe my mother was mortified that she had to admit to him that I am her kid.  She says when someone like that is out at a party, they don’t want to talk about business.  I say when the GM of the Ottawa Senators is out in his hometown, he expects to be approached.  Right?  RIGHT??)

The good news is… I think Bryan Murray was the only man I harassed all night long.  Usually when I drink that much, I tend to chase boys, and they tend to run.  I don’t actually remember doing that this time.  (I hope I’m remembering this correctly.)

Anyways…Did I make it on the bus home?  Yes, I did.  I don’t remember getting on the bus, but I know it dropped me off, so I got on there somehow.

Did I make it to church for Tanner’s baptism?  Yes.  Yes I did.  So I must get points for that, too, right? 

(Did I also leave church right after the baptism?  Umm.  Yeah.  Sorta.  But I had to put my dip for the luncheon in the oven.  And while I waited for it to heat, I may have had a little lie-down on the couch.  I realize that’s terrible, but I live next door to the church.  Anybody else would’ve done the same thing, right?)

OK.  I know.  I’m much too old to be acting like this.  I definitely realize that.  I’m not proud of it.  And I'm never letting Sadie – OR her evil twin – out ever again.  She’s officially dead.  I promise.

Thank you to Bucky for the jacket, which kept me warm while I slept outside at a picnic table.

Thank you to Lynn for finding my camera – for those of you expecting pictures, I'm sorry, you’ll have to wait until I get it back…

Thank you to people who brought me water bottles and made sure I was still breathing.

Thank you to whoever made sure I got on that bus.

But most of all?   Thank you to the Newlyweds… 

Lynn & Steve, you guys threw one of the best parties I’ve ever been to (even though I can’t remember most of it.)  I can’t think of two people who deserve a better celebration than the one we had in honour of you.  Your day was beautiful, and you both looked amazing.  Together, you make the perfect ‘team’!

I wish you both many years of happiness, laughter, and love…

…CONGRATULATIONS!!!