Monday, January 30, 2006

True Colours

Oh no! Just browsed one of my favourite blogs, The Purl In The Oyster, and discovered a bunch of new self-discovery surveys. I gotta take them! So do you! Click on "January 2006" on my side-bar to see them all.

Ha ha! I cheated to get this!

You Are Corn on the Cob Soda

Like sucking on a stick of butter

Yup. That's me.

You Are 50% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!


Actually, the text is right on, but I'm first-born. Oh well.

You Are Likely a Second Born

At your darkest moments, you feel inadequate.
At work and school. you do best when you're evaluating.
When you love someone, you offer them constructive criticism.

In friendship, you tend to give a lot of feedback - positive and negative.
Your ideal careers are: accounting, banking, art, carpentry, decorating, teaching, and writing novels.
You will leave your mark on the world with art and creative projects.

Well...I dunno

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical

You blog like no one else is reading...
You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.
Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.
But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

So True (hehehe)

Your Blog Should Be Yellow

You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.
You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.
You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.


You Are a Martini

There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush.
You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it!

Double Ouch!

You're a Wild Drunk

You can get enough drink. Seriously, you'll just go puke and start pounding them back again!

Just find a vien in my arm...

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable

At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty

You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it

Your caffeine addiction level: high

Thursday, January 26, 2006


A to Z Meme

A – Accent: Manitoba Canadian, with a side-order of Ukrainian Immigrant. I've lost the Odawa Ojibway since I moved to Manitoba.
B - Breakfast Item: Special K and a sliced banana
C - Chore you hate: telling others to clean up their messes(and cleaning mine!)
D - Dad's Name: Victor William
E - Essential everyday item: Latté! Instant, with an honest 1/2 milk, & 1/2 water. And sweetener, anything but splenda
F - Flavour ice cream: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
G - Gold or Silver?: Silver
H - Hometown: Childhood: Wikwemikong, Adolescence: Gimli
I - Insomnia: Rarely
J - Job Title: Broke Domestic Engineer (subject to change--I hope!)
K - Kids: DD18, DS15
L - Living arrangements: Trucker hubby, DS15, DD18 away at university (choke!) and at least 3/4 million dust bunnies.
M - Mum's birthplace: Ethelbert, MB
N - Number of significant others you've had: 1 (unless crushes count...)
O - Overnight hospital stays: 31 or so! (2 Jaundiced Babies, and a childhood fever that lasted a week. I learned to Looooove tapioca pudding.)
P - Phobia: going crazy.
Q - Queer: nah. Neurotic, anxious, depressed...but not queer.
R - Religious Affiliation: United Church of Canada, with Catholic aftershocks every once in a while.
S - Siblings: DS43, DB42. I am 44. (my poor mother!)
T - Time you wake up: 4 snooze alarms. Or if someone drags me out of bed.
U - Unnatural hair colours you've had: auburn. nothing "not found in nature".
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: can't think of any.
W - Worst habit: Procrastination.
X - X-rays you've had: thumbs, ankles, back, teeth
Y - Yummy: Chocolate! or, kapusta peraheh (That's saurkraut perogies, boiled, not fried.)
Z - Zodiac sign: Gemini on Cancer Cusp. But I gave that stuff up years ago.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Thank you, St. Jude

Thank you, St. Jude Thaddeus, for helping me to get through this morning! Your intercession was so good!

Monday, January 23, 2006

Vote! Vote!

Alrighty then. All you Canucks over the age of 18 -- GO VOTE! If you haven't seen an enumeration card in the mail, I hear you just grab your driver's licence (or maybe some other picture ID with your signature on it) and go to the polling station. Remember--if ya don't vote, ya can't bitch later! Even if your party is the one you want to bitch about. It's a rule!

Oh yeah, and another thing: Both my Dads fought in WW II so that you could keep the right to vote in free elections, so to honour them and all the other veterans who did the same--you'd better vote, eh?!

Friday, January 13, 2006

My Special Button

Hey, this is totally off topic! Here is my special button:

Click here to find out about thryroid meds I have been taking since the age of 9. Yup, needed them bad. Hashimoto's Thryroiditis, it was called. That disease ran its course, and now I just have a damn near dead thyroid gland.

I also have clinical anxiety and clinical depression. Diagnosed at the age of about 24, but didn't start the medication until I had to in about 1997 or so (age 36). Runs in the family.

Saturday, January 07, 2006


Been memed(sp?), so I get to pass it on without any guilt that I am shamelessly ripping off a better blog. Well, not much guilt. More like a twinge of guilt. Yeah.

"So here goes!" she said brightly, "I wanna see your answers!"

Have you ever...?
smoked a cigar: yes
crashed a friend’s car: friend's dad's car
stolen a car: no!
been in love: still am!
been dumped: yes
dumped someone: yes
taken shots of alcohol: yes
been fired: yes
been in a fist fight: only with siblings
snuck out of a/your house: yes
had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back: yes
been arrested: only picked up
made out with a stranger: no!
gone on a blind date: no
lied to a friend: can't remember, but I'm sure I have
had a crush on a teacher: no
seen someone die: no
been on a plane: yes
thrown up in a bar: no
miss someone right now: oh yes
laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by: yes
made a snow angel: many
played dress up: yes
cheated while playing a game: no
been lonely: yes
fallen asleep at work/school: work
used a fake id: no
felt an earthquake: no
touched a snake: yes
run a red light: by accident, not caught
had detention: yes
been in a car accident: yes
hated the way you look: yes
been lost: yes
been to the opposite side of the country: when you live in the smack middle of the country, which way is opposite? Been to 2 different edges of the country...
felt like dying: yes
cried yourself to sleep: no
played cops and robbers: yes
karaoke: no
done something you told yourself you wouldn’t: yes
laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose: no
caught a snowflake on your tongue: yes
kissed in the rain: yes
sang in the shower: about twice (was baaaaad)
made love in a park: no
had a dream that you married someone: no
glued your hand to something: no
got your tongue stuck to a flag pole: chain link fence close enough?
worn the opposite sex’s clothes: not all of them...
been a cheerleader: not officially
sat on a roof top: yes
talked on the phone all night: no
ever too scared to watch scary movies alone: too scared to watch at all!
played chicken fight: what's a chicken fight?
been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on: I jumped
been told you’re hot by a complete stranger: no
broken a bone: crushed fingertip count?
dipped snuff: eww
lived overseas: never been overseas
ever passed out/fainted: yes

Thursday, January 05, 2006


So my dear, sweet 15 year old son had a little mishap last night. He slipped running up some stairs, and broke the 4th metatarsal bone of his right foot. (I think that's how you say it, anyway. I looked it up in online "Gray's Anatomy". )

It could be a lot worse, since it is broken, but not out of place. All we gotta do is keep it all in alignment, keep him off of the foot for a day or two until the swelling goes down, and he gets a cast.

So as he's getting wheeled down the hospital corridor to get his rental crutches, he says, "Wow, my first broken bone!"
I wanted to smack him! Sure, I got my first broken bone at his age (right ring-fingertip crushed by slapshot--my fault, I was out of position) but what a thing to say while your mother is pushing a wheelchair you're sitting in. At least, 15 year old boys should heal fairly fast.