Friday, January 29, 2010

Only locals will get this one...

Today I stopped at Mac's to buy some bread (for grilled cheese sandwiches, of course). I realized there were three cars running in the parking lot, with no one in them.

I really like that I live in a neighbourhood where people can still do that.

I also really like when people refer to Mac's as Mike's Mart. Oh, and when people call the Zellers plaza the Kmart plaza. My mom does this and it's cute.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Zoolanderishness

It's been a long time coming but I finally got rid of my Zoolander phone.

If you recall, I previously emailed Rogers to see if they could convince me to stay with them as my contract was up for expiry. They sent me back this long dumb response, which I won't bore you by posting. They did not convince me to stay. However, this awesome guy at Future Shop did. He was really good. Better than any Rogers employee I've ever dealt with. Rogers really should thank them. Maybe I should email them and tell them that? ; )

For you to truly grasp the Zoolanderishness of the phone, I've posted this picture of it beside a barbeque chip:

It's been three years and this phone is well travelled. It has joined me on many adventures. Mostly, I will miss the way it fit snug between my boobs on the days I didn't have pockets (usually when I was wearing a dress, which yes, is extra classy). But now it's time. Time for me move on to bigger and better things. The Samsung Hype, specifically.

Farewell midget phone - it was a good ride.



Favourite of the Day: It is customer appreciation night at the Roadhouse, which means FREE DINNER. Who doesn't love free dinner?

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Foamy Happiness

Last week I went to Bath and Body Works and found my favourite body wash in the clearance section for 75% off.  They told me they were discontinuing the soap.  I picked up 3 bottles and went home.   Upon further thought, I realized I wanted to have more in my stash.  I went back last night and bought 'a few' more.  

I'm guessing that by the time I make it through all these bottles it will no longer be my favourite.....

Mario + Luigi = Amy + Sara

When my sister Amy got married, I was happy for her, of course. But I was also sad she was moving out of the house. I wish I had some heartfelt, touching reason for feeling this way. But the truth is - I just wanted someone to play Sega with.

We spent many nights playing "Lion King" in my parents basement. This game was a little gem that didn't get the spotlight it deserved. We grew an obsession together trying to conquer one level after another. I remember one level specifically where Simba had to jump on logs to climb up a waterfall. We must have tried to beat this at least 100 times. The glorious day we finally did - you'd have thought we just won the Superbowl.

Tonight I was brought back to those happier times. She introduced me to the new Super Mario on Nintendo Wii. Unfortunately we bring out the addict in one another and become obsessed. We can play for hours and we don't know how to stop. That being said, I'm proud to announce that in Level 6 - we beat Bowser - that prick. It only took us a million attempts and the collaborative work of both Mario and Luigi.

The funniest part of tonight was that I patiently waited until her kids went to bed so we didn't have to play with them. Like any normal adult, I didn't want to share the Nintendo....with CHILDREN.

When Amy got married and moved out many years ago, a little part of me died. (I think it was the thumb part of me). But tonight I was taken back 15 years and it was awesome.

My thumbs are back, baby. And thankfully I no longer own the coloured jeans I did back then.










Friday, January 15, 2010

One small rant

I am just writing a quick note to publicly state one of my New Years Resolutions:

To stop buying/reading stupid magazines.

I don't want to live in a world where Heidi M*ntag is on the cover of a magazine for having 10 plastic surgeries to look better. There are people in Haiti dying as I type this. We need to shift our focus. This is one small step. But if a lot of people made this small step - those magazines would not/could not be published. I don't want anyone to care about Kim Kard*shian's butt anymore.

Okay - that's my rant. If I say it outloud, I will be more likely to stick to it. Today my blog should be titled "My Father's Daughter" because that is who I feel like right now.

The End.