underground documentary...CUTTING EDGE!!

Well I don’t know why I thought I would be the only one taking videos of Lower Bay Station. You should see how many are up there on YouTube right now. Scads.

I have three, you can see them all here, along with a few other vids. Nothing earth shattering but that is hardly my intent. Shameless self indulgence on the other hand…well really why do you think I started a blog in the first place. To please YOU? Hardly.

But I digress.

So Jeremy woke me up and dragged me on the subway at 8am, and that was me dragging my feet. There were tons of people; I’m assuming they all came to see Lower Bay. We rode by it 4 times; a few of the drivers rode by slowly so we could all get a good look. I was promised ghosts in red dresses by Jeremy but I think he was just using that to lure out on a Saturday morning that I could have easily spent leveling up. The nerve.

Anyway here is Jeremy’s favorite video; he shot them all so direct your criticisms accordingly. I will share the praise though. It was my camera.

ttc secrets revealed!

This weekend Jeremy and I are going to do something he was waited 26 years to do. We are going to see Lower Bay Station.

Apparently they are routing all trains through lower bay as construction is conducted at Bay Station. Jeremy is beside himself with joy. He’s hinted at this mysterious station for years, and I came across this great short story that only added to this secluded station’s appeal.

So tomorrow morning he and I will get up bright and early to go for a little ride on the subway; hopefully they go slow enough past Lower Bay that I can snap off a few pics. They won’t be stopping there, but we’ll get a glimpse. I have a feeling that we’ll be riding by a few times, just so Jeremy can get his fill. Maybe we’ll even see a ghost! Well here’s hoping…

funny funny man

It's a beaver!

As you’ve heard before, my father is an odd duck , doing things like dressing up as a pirate and coming into my Kindergarden class to 'steal me' on my birthday. Ah, I wish I appreciated that creativity more at the time.

Anyway this weekend we were visiting my sister and her fam and they managed to get some snowshoeing in. Luckily I forced Jeremy to take my camera with him - he managed to catch this golden moment. Pure Dadoo.

who loves ya baby?

I do!

And so does David Hasselhoff.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you!

Mwah.

So far Jeremy and I have no plans for tonight but if anything exciting happens I'll let you know. If not I'll make something up and post anyway. Meh.

*UPDATE - Look what I got delivered to

my office. The camera phone doesn't really do them justice but still....I had to share....

Good boy Jeremy.

By the way this is the card that came with them...how romantic....

covergirl. and boy.

Had my work party this weekend. It was fun. The best ever. And I’m not just saying that because I helped organize it. It just rocked. I won the best receptionist award and Jeremy won a huge stainless steel George foreman grill. I looked stunning and boobtastic (as you can see) and Jeremy was adorable. This is NOT a great picture of us; it really doesn’t do us justice. But we had already had a glass or two of wine and had been there for hours setting up. We were tired and giddy and trying to work our balloon creations into the shot. This is the only shot where we weren’t laughing and giggling. Still, we look pretty good. In a semi-retarded kind of way.

st. clara

After watching a tear-jerking special on the Elephant Santuary I decided to donate some money.

I got my thank you and information package today. How cute is that?

I'm such a philanthropist....

Last year I donated some money to JC's Girls, where they introduce porn stars and strippers to Jesus and help them out of the business if they want.

I like a wide scope of charities to give to. Now if I ever find a charity that rescues elephants from porn...

shameless plugs

And no I’m not talking about hair extensions or sex toys. I’m talking about the two things that dominated my weekend. A series of books by Robin D. Owens and World of Warcraft. The books are a romance series, obviously, about Celtic descendants who go to another planet and develop highly powerful psychic abilities. It’s so awesome. I read THREE of these books on Saturday. She picks the two most perfectly imperfect people to put together. Wonderful. Needless to say, Jeremy felt very neglected. Although I must point out that he amused himself by playing World of Warcraft for hours on end.

Now I say this affected my weekend as well, and it did. I would watch him play for bits and pieces and we’ve decided that as soon I get my new computer (ordered a laptop, should be here soon – eeeeeeee!), I’ll start up an account myself. So Jeremy gave me information on classes, races and professions – so I can plan my character. Then we can play together online. Sad I know, considering we can easily interact in real life as we live together but I can guarantee you we will end up sitting in diff4erent rooms and playing together. Ah well. We used to talk to each other on messenger in University and we lived down the hall from one another. Heh. But I digress. After long and careful consideration, I’ve decided to be a human paladin. I think it suits me. Plus I’ll be totally hot. I was just playing around with the ‘design a character’ area until something jumped out at me. Before I started I was sure I would end up with something totally exotic, flaming red locks or pale skin, dark eyes and red lips. I ended up with a pretty girl with light brown hair and the healthy glow of someone who spends a lot of time outdoors. You can take the girl off the farm……

Ah well. I can’t wait to start playing. I’m a little frightened though, because Jeremy has become totally obsessed and I’m notoriously worse than him when it comes to video games. Yikes.

well and truly spoiled

On my birthday a herd of tiny elephants traversed through sexy iPod terrain just to see me! How lucky am I?!?

Plus they left the iPod! How nice of them.

twenty six years of the world being a better place

Now I'm closer to 50 than I am to 0. Yikes.

unforgivable oversight

I can't believe it.

It is January 26th and I haven't mentioned my birthday ONCE! I usually have a countdown going as soon as Christmas is over. I never understood how some people stopped celebrating their birthdays as they got older, letting them quietly slip by. I vowed that I would always make a big fuss about my birthday, and stretch it out as long as possible. I’m horrified that I haven’t been waking each morning with excitement, realizing my special day is moving ever closer! Tsk tsk. Hopefully this will be an anomalous year, and it doesn’t signify the beginning of the end.

Ah well. I’ll have to extend my birthday month into February. It’s only fair.

I'll have to start making up for lost time...

The Headset

Once upon a Wednesday dreary, while I spaced out, dim and bleary,
Over many a plodding and tiresome call of irksome dorks,
While I answered , nearly snapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone slowly tapping, tapping on my shoulder, bored.
"What the eff?" I turned, "tapping on my shoulder, bored—
                       Free at last, and phones no more."

i have to do something this year that tops surviving cancer...

This is the year I actually attempt to realize my dream.


That’s right - I’m going to make a solid effort to get published. Therefore, as with anything I do, I need new toys. I would like a laptop and digital audio recorder. Jeremy has pointed out that they make accessories for iPods that can record voice but, as I don’t have an iPod that’s neither here nor there. Heh.


I’m hoping once we get a new place I can get my Grandfather’s desk out of storage and use it. So there I’ll be, sitting at my antique, sturdy German desk, playing back my audio notes and typing on my sexy new laptop. I can see it now. Then I’ll send something away to a publisher and they’ll love it and snatch it up. Then you’ll all see my name in the bookstores. Realistically it’ll be in the romance section. Hey stick with what you know. And by that I mean I know romance novels, not romance itself.



Ah-hem Jeremy.

this is what happens when you ask clara to pick up dinner on her way home from work

Heh.

apologies dearies

I know I’ve been very absent this week, and I fear it may continue into next week as well. I have good reason though. And to explain I’ll have to do something I NEVER do – post about work.

I’ve been promoted.

Yep. Off the phones and off to a new desk. I still don’t have an office but I get my own email address and I am very excited about that. So I’ve been training my replacement all week and try though I might I couldn’t find any way to work blogging into the curriculum. Next week I learn my new duties so again, I may seem distracted. We’ll see how things go.
Eeep! I’m nervous. And happy.

Nervappy. Hapervous.

You know what I mean. Wish me luck.

my guardian ewoks.

Well technically they're Jeremy’s.

When I’m being disagreeable he points to them and says wicket is going to attack me. Every now and then I’ll glance up and see him there, watching me. Waiting for me to step out of line. I can only see glimpses of the others but I know they're all there. Watching. Waiting.

Wouldn’t it be awesome if they came alive at night and foraged in the living room? Maybe we don't have mice at all. Maybe we just have ewoks. Mini ewoks.

Miniwoks.

Beware the Miniwoks....

another round

Friday was delightful. We ushered out an NTN era with grace, style and verve. Well verve anyway. Verve and beer.

I did see my name up there as game winner, which is all I really cared about. Well not all but I really did want to win a game. I’m much more competitive then I realized. I used to think I wasn’t competitive because I hated losing. Turns out that’s sort of the definition of competitive. Heh.

Anyway after what I thought was a lovely send off for our electronic trivia I found out that it’ll be around for 2 more months. Well we’ll just have to do it again later. Actually the 2 month reprieve is a trial period, and if enough people come in and play (and spend money) they’ll keep it around. So head on over to the flatiron & firkin and play a game or two. We may have an organized evening out at some point; I’ll keep you posted. You can meet Maria and I! Lucky things. We’ll sign autographs but only on boobs. We’re edgy like that.

Margaret, Me, Maria

Check out Maria’s take on the evening

fare thee well

I’m going to the flatiron tonight, for a historic outing with Maria. It is the end of an era.

An NTN era.

I’m sad. It’s so much fun to do trivia while drinking. If you’ve never tried it you’ve never lived! I don’t know why the combination works so well together. Not that NTN is the only form of drunken trivia around. Not by any means. When I was in university we would go to Jimmy Jazz for trivia night. They handed out paper and some guy yelled out the questions. The table with the most right won a free pitcher of beer! We never did won but it sure was fun. I’m not entirely sure we ever actually made it to the point where we handed in our answers but we did try. I remember that.

Tonight I hope to see my name up on that screen at least once. I brought my camera so I can capture the moment, should it ever arrive. Beer makes me smart. I’ll try to get to the ‘Professor Barney’ stage.

equality

We all know what a camel-toe is. Great intro I know.

Well I’ve been wondering – what do you call the male version? Camel-ball? Well that just suggests that it looks like a camels and frankly I don’t even know what that looks like. I can imagine but, no…let’s not go there. Ball-toe works I guess, but somehow it lacks the spirit of the female terminology. You can see I’ve given this some thought. I asked Jeremy what he thought the best name was but he declined to discuss it. In fact he seemed horrified that I would blog about such a topic. Well it is a bit tasteless perhaps, but it’s not like I asked him to pull his pants up really high and take a picture of his junk so I could post it to illustrate my point. That would be crossing the line. Besides I think if women have a nickname for this phenomenon then men should too. Because it happens, and not just to old men who pull their pants up to thier chin. You watch. You’ll see.

copa cabina

We stumbled across a cool sculpture forest while at the cabin this past week. Fun! The kids loved it, and by kids of course that means Jeremy too. My niece and nephew especially liked the rounded nude figure, christening it – the lucky bum. This is partially my fault. It looked to smooth and inviting I had to give it a little pat. It was such a pleasant experience that I insisted everyone else do the same. For luck. We heard about the ‘lucky bum’ for the rest of the week.

I also really like the Narnia-esque one. So magical. The one of the two figures crouching on the rock is nice, but what really makes the picture is my sister’s vacuous expression in the background. Profound. Or something. The sleeping girl kind of creeped a few people out, like she was going to open her eyes any moment. I had to touch this one too but she wasn’t as smooth as lucky bum.

Back at the cabin there were some really cool stumps and roots by the shore. I took like twenty pictures of roots that seemed like a good idea at the time but in hindsight was a little excessive. For tree roots I mean. I did get this great shot. Doesn’t it look like a squid or something? I swear I saw tentacle sucker marks on a branch by the water. No really! Hopefully we scared any lake squid away with our incessant stone skipping. That’s what this picture is by the way, not a tiny UFO skidding to a halt across the water’s surface. Really.

happy new year!

Everybody have a good time? Jeremy and I ushered in the new year with wild abandon – I was reading a tragic romance novel and he was putting together the Star Wars Lego Stormtrooper I got him for Christmas. He did lean over and plant one on me at midnight though. So he’s stuck with me for another year.

Tonight we’re off to spend the week at a cabin with my family, so no posts until Monday. I posted over the Christmas break so you can go back and read those if you haven’t all ready. Hopefully they’ll sustain you. Poor neglected mites.