The Joy of Dog Shows

After what seemed like an eternity, I have a clean puppy to show this weekend. The past few weeks he's been happily digging in the garden (brown paws.. potting soil), playing in Steve's junk pile (under a big Spruce tree.. pitch), bugging the hell out of Summer (she's a bitch... missing hair on his chest) and lounging in the sun (Agh.. beautiful black coat.. slightly red now).

I lathered him up 3 times, went to work on the crap stuck in his coat while he cried and cried and tried to throw himself off the table and to his death with the grooming noose still attached.

I coerced him to stand still, lost my temper and was drenched a few times by impromptu shakes.

Finally got him clean, lathered on a generous dab of conditioner, rinsed him one last time, and then got to work towel drying while Steve yacked at me across the fence.

Once I'd got through 3 towels, I grabbed my forced air blower and got to work drying him.

Of course one of the two kids happily went to town chewing up the nozzle and hose on it, so now it blows at about 1/2 strength and my arms is always nice and warm.

I shall have to invest in another.. ingenious invention that it is. The only downfall is that by holding the hose it becomes really difficult to linebrush. Especially when the subject dog seems to think he's doomed because he's being forced to lie down.

I've also lost most of it's original attachments, so after the bext big doggie purchase (big crate for Lincoln.. he dwarfs his.. big dog), I'll have to put my many, many penny rolls to use to and order a new one.

So the happy result...



One pissed off (but really sweet smelling) Siberian Husky puppy.

Wish us luck!

I Know, I Know

I've been slacking. Lil Miss, I-update-every-2-days-at-least hasn't wrote anything since Sunday.

This week's just been so weird and tumultuous that I think about writing something, and by the time I get around to it, it's not funny, it's not entertaining and it's not true anymore.

Now I have the true past 3 days of festivities to bore everyone with.

They've put me on Senior's customer care at work.. now I sit in a little desk in a little office all by my lonesome and deal purely with senior citizen and handicapped customers. Not that I'm complaining. It's a pretty sweet deal.

I get to sit my entire shift, talk about nothing with geriatric old men who call me 'Angel' and recieve a metric ton of candy. Old folks love giving me candy.

The only problem?

Since I'm the only teller who takes care of purely seniors, I usually have a line backed up down the benches in the bank with customers who would rather sit and deal with me than walk up to the totally empty queue and deal with someone else. And then they complain about the long wait time, as they SLOWLY search their pocket or purse for their bankbook or card or bill or cheque or whatever, and slowly sign their name on transactions and aimlessly transfer money back and forth between accounts, only to withdraw it.

It's a good thing the vast majority of them are really sweet. I have a lot of patience when it comes to seniors, but it does get really old having to wait 20 minutes for them to find their transactions when they've been sitting on the bench waiting for 20 minutes for me to help them. I'd like to put up a sign...
"Please have at least a basic grasp of what you'd like to do before you enter here"

It's a good thing I was PMS-ing last week. This could have been hell.

Reba didn't get put down on Tuesday like was planned. I was all set to leave on Saturday night to go say goodbye, and when I called my mom to let her know, she said, 'She seems to be fine now, I think we can afford to wait on it'. Was a vast relief, but also, made me spitting mad since I'd spent the entire day moping, and crying and hugging everything thinking it was inevitable that my baby was going to be gone on Tuesday. It's still inevitable that she'll pass at some point during the summer, and hopefully by then I can take a week off and spend it in bed with tissues and a blotchy complexion.

Wayne got back last night. I'm so happy he's back, I'd really missed him. We got dinner at Joey Tomato's, since Rossy quit at Hollister and got a job in the kitchen there, and it was an awesome meal.

Have a dog show in the Southside this weekend. Am nervous as hell and should ACTUALLY be bathing my dog as we speak. I got the shampoo and stuff ready and now I'm procrastinating. Go figure.

And we got a new roommate. Rossy's best friend, Tyler, or Raven, as he prefers to be called, moved in last night.

So much can happen in just 3 days.

Buy Me!

I am worth $1,438,044 on HumanForSale.com

But really.. I'm priceless...

Oh what a tangled web..

Andrew came up from Calgary to visit last night, and this morning, Corey talked me into helping him make breakfast for the three of us. We made a decent spread of eggs (note to everyone.. I can work wonders with some things, just don't make me fry eggs!), hashbrowns, toast, bacon and corned beef hash.

Just as we were about to dish up, I looked up in the cupboard and noticed what appeared to be a gossamer curtain hanging above me on the ceiling and upon further inspection noticed it was quite frankly the largest spiderweb I'd ever seen in my life. It stretched from both sides of the kitchen, to the lip above the window and back to the chandelier. Pointed it out to the guys, Corey shrieked and refused to come into the kitchen and Andrew and I admired the handiwork.

It was quite pretty.

Corey and Andrew opted to eat in the living room, and I stood in the kitchen and thoughtfully chewed my bacon while I watched the little yellow spider above my head.

After we ate, Corey handed me his dishes to put in the sink, and I grabbed the swiffer and a duster cloth and took down the little spider's home. It was very pretty, just not in my house.

Baby Girl: Jolie-Pitt

That didn't take long at all. It seemed like Katie was pregnant forever, and Angelina popped out baby girl, Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt today after what seemed like a month.

Is anyone else as psyched as I am to see the most beautiful baby in the world?

I Miss Home

For years I complained about my hometown.

Dawson Creek was too small, and I felt stifled and unable to be who I wanted to be. Every time I go back I begin to feel the same way about it.

When people ask where I'm from I generalize it as a 'Northern BC', and when asked for specifics provide a name of the above town 1/2 an hour away from what I call 'home'.

Tonight I stumbled across a blog where the author was making much mention of Dawson Creek and surrounding areas. After reading over it for awhile, I came across some pictures. The blog I was reading belonged to our next door neighbour on the acreage, who moved to Prince George a few years ago. The net is such a small world. I remember getting into a fight with my mom, and going over to her house to seek help. She made me tea, let me use the phone and allowed me to crash in her living room while I waited for my (super sweet, amazing, hero-like) boyfriend to drive all night from Peace River to calm hysterical me to something less than a fever bitch. Yeah, Mr. Roberts, you rock.. always did.

She obviously misses the area as much as I do. I shamelessly stole the pictures on this blog from her site because they reminded me so much of home. That school bus is the bus I took to school every day in high school (even grown adults still call the bus driver, 'Bus driver Bill') , the picture at the top is the road leading to Tomslake, BC, and the cream building in the background is where my youngest brother, Garhett, went to school.

They say home is where the heart is, and if that's true, mine lays just about halfway down a road that used to be called Krantz, but has in recent years been dubbed 188. Home is a big barn style house that we paid less than 100K for because it was only partially finished. Home incorporates a pile of dog kennels in the back yard, a little Pinto Arab horse named Friday who truly believes he is a dog, 2 Golden retrievers with a penchant for rolling in dead things and bringing them home and a rum-loving farmer neighbour who drives his tractor down the road in front of the house an absolute minimum of 4 times a day. Home reminds me of some of the most precious memories I have.

At some point in the next week I feel I have an obligation to go say goodbye to one of the most important things in my life -- my dog Reba is going to be put down. While I'm apprehensive about seeing my mom with all of the differences between us right now, I feel I owe it to Reba and all she's given me in my life to see her off. I don't want to go into DC, but I do sort of want to go home and feel my roots again.

Playlist Meme

After opening up my music player and pressing the shuffle button the first ten songs to play are:

Feels like Home - Chantal Kreviasuk
Where'd You Go - Fort Minor
Moving in Stereo - The Cars
Attention Attention - The Academy Is...
Hey Ya! - Outkast
Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode
Fishin' in the Dark - The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Pony - Ginuwine
I Will Follow - U2
Popular - Nada Surf

Tell me my musical tastes aren't diverse and oddball strange?

Cookie, Cookie, Walk, Walk, Cookie, Cookie

I'm losing my mind. Utterly and completely losing it.

Rossy is in GP for his friend's grad and Corey has a new boy du jour so I'm stuck with myself and my animals for company.

I caught myself 5 minutes ago happily chattering away about everything and nothing to Summer while I was buttering a bun and pouring cereal for supper (another thing about being alone... anything can be supper!) and it occurred to me... She's not happy because she totally gets where you're coming from... she's happy because you're talking, and because you're not saying things like "Get out of the kitty litter box!" and "Stop peeing on the rug!".

I felt really self centered for a minute, I mean, I've just engaged her in this long conversation about everything making me happy and didn't give one thought as to what makes her happy. So I ammended my ways, started chirping the words 'Cookie' and 'Walk' in varying pitches and watched the tail start wagging.

One minute later she walked into the living room, hopped onto the couch and went to sleep, obviously bored with the conversation.

I guess that's what I get for trying to think of others for once.

Poseidon

Corey and I decided to catch a movie last night, and since Poseidon was at the IMAX and started in 20 minutes we opted to go see it.

While I'll compare it to Armageddon and Titanic, I'll still admit I gasped, winced, grabbed handfuls of popcorn to shove into my gaping muth and gave Corey's arm a death grip more than my fair share of times.

Besides the fact that Josh Lucas looks like a better looking version of Matthew McConaughey so is very watchable when drenched to the bone (as he is almost the entire movie), I've always loved Richard Dreyfuss (and not just because we share a birthday) and enjoyed the highly compassionate, just-left-by-lover gay character he played. Kurt Russell's not my favorite actor, and I thought he made a lot of the dialogue seem too heavy, but altogether, if you can see it on IMAX it's worth it.

I don't work today, so was up late last night chatting and then reading "A Million Little Pieces", which is highly overhyped and hard to get really into when you realize most of the details are fabricated. Keep in mind this is coming from the girl who usually enjoys hypey books. Read it only to say you have at dinner parties and social obligations.

Got involved in a little late night Olympics with my next door neighbour's cat who somehow got into my house. He's a big black Tom that continually picks on Onye, and bit himself off more than he could chew last night.

My two hounds were extra brave, barking from 10 feet away while I tried to pry him off a rafter in the laundry room outfitted in snowboarding gloves and a winter jacket (did I mention it was pissed by the time I discovered him?)... And I wondered what Summer was barking at downstairs all night.

Part of a Daily Balanced..

This is Ross' version of a bowl of Lucky Charms. Don't tell, but I think he's pregnant.

We went grocery shopping yesterday.. any bright ideas on what to do with 5 lbs of fresh mushrooms and 12 mangos?

Yeah, we tend to buy in bulk around here.

Famous Pin-up?

You are Brigitte Bardot

Naurally sensual and beautiful You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere You've got a look that's one of a kind

What Famous Pinup Are You?

*LOL* It's a complete coincidence that I'm named after her.. really.

Save the Last Dance for Satan

As I mentioned, the boys and I went to see The Da Vinci Code on Friday night, and I always really look forward to the previews about up and coming movies to see if there's something I would really enjoy going to see. Since I watch less than 3 hours of TV in a week and never catch any trailers on there, it's like my only chance.

I'm disappointed. It seems like there's just a bunch of crap on the way..

I was kind of grooving on the preview for this one movie about 9/11, since I'll inevitably cry and Nicholas Cage stars in it, and by the end it seemed like almost every other movie out there about it. To boot, they called the movie "World Trade Center" and I think if they couldn't take the time to come up with a less obvious and more dramatic title, then the rest of the movie's probably pretty obvious, too.

Remember that 80's cop show, Miami Vice?

They're making it a movie, and they just happened to pull two of the 'IT-est' bad boys to play Sonny Crockett and Rico Tubbs.. Jamie Foxx and Colin Farrell. I despise Colin Farrell.. don't think he can act his way out of a bag. They almost would have been better to bring Don Johnson back out of the vault.. he was cool.

Yeah, it might be good. Might. I think not.

They're also remaking the 1976 classis horror movie, "The Omen".. Julia Stiles plays Damien's mother, and comes across as a pouting child bride. It's like she tried so hard not to be typecast that she ended up getting MIS-cast. The new Damien just looks like a spoiled, big headed kid with a bowl shaped haircut.. 1976 Damien would kick his ass. Liev Schreiber is a few years younger than Julia's father, I'm sure, and would be better cast as her doting uncle than her husband. If there's a sex scene between him and Julia, some extremely oedipal feelings are going to root, I'm sure.

The only character that strikes me as being particularly good for the role thus far is Pete Postlethwaite who plays Father Brennan, and who will always be Father Laurence in Romeo + Juliet, to me.

So why would they remake this horror so badly? Well, they're releasing it on June 6, 2006. Get it? 06, 06, 06?

With an 'ingenious' release date tying into the theme of the movie, who cares if they just happened to grab the only actors available near the set to slap together this remake?

Ha!

I'll be catching up on a whole lot of reading this summer!

Experiment du Jour

Had a bunch of library books due back today, so figured I may as well go drop them off and stop at the mall to shop for a bit. The weather outside is crappy and miserable.. retail therapy usually helps.

I had a feeling it wasn't going to go well when my bus was 25 minutes late.. and this the bus that comes every 15.

When it finally got to Jasper Place it clicked in my head why it was likely late. The bus driver accosted everyone as they were getting off the bus, desperate to make friends. One little old lady awkwardly waved him off midsentence and scuttled away as fast as her conservative pumps and support hose could take her.

My bus driver was clearly crazy.

Making whirring siren and clicking noises, talking to himself, and smiling at the bus load of people he was thinking about driving off a cliff, he was obviously not the most stable person ETS had ever hired.

When we got to West Ed, I breathed a sigh of relief and contemplated what to eat now that my death scare was past. Most people that know me well, know I crave Vietnamese 12 times a week so I went to the Pho place to have lunch.

Let me tell you, it's bad enough that I'm slumping to having to eat by myself in a restaurant with only a book and my enormous backpack to keep me company (not that I normally mind, I used to take myself on dates to dinner and a movie a lot in Jasper), but why do the Vietnamese servers in the restaurant insist on using their 'outside voices' when asking how many is in your party. It also doesn't make one secure to have to get their own menu, not get the complimentary green tea that everyone else is having and have your order dropped on the other side of the table while the server wanders aimlessly away.

One. That's right, I'm just just one, and single parties tip just fine thank you. I want to be able to enjoy my rice vermicelli without someone grinning at me from across the table because it slipped enroute to my mouth and is now dangling.

Of course, the two hottest guys in the restaurant choose to sit next to me while I eat my solitary meal. I tried my best to ignore their inquisitive glances in my direction while I re-read the same paragraph in my novel over and over.

After I had food in me and was thus less likely to push the dawdling crowds into the fountain in my hurry to NOT being standing behind them while they move at a pace approximately less than the one set by a snail, I set out to go shopping. I had $80 in my pocket and I wanted a new pair of shoes.

I went into Aldo first. No one helped me.

Transit next.. again, the same lacklustre customer service.

The other Transit.. I had a girl approach me, but then detour over to another salesgirl who was admiring her boyfriend who'd stopped by.

Payless was worse. I tried on a pair of killer kitten hills that I loved but once it became obvious the two salespeople in the aisle didn't want to really help and were actually randomly straightening already straight displays in their attempt to not make it obvious that they totally thought I was going to steal something, I gave up. I put the shoes back, messed up every set of shoes they straightened and walked out.

If this was how people in retail did customer service now, they had another thing coming.. I was going to experiment.

I went to VO's to get my nails done (note to EVERYONE, there's a particularly malicious Mandarin woman there named 'Ling' who translated my words of "Be Gentle" to mean "Please rough file my sore hangnail so I wince in pain and almost cry!").

I came out, rocking a new set of acrylic falsies on my fingertips, took off my baggy windbreaker and my long-sleeved shirt so I was just wearing my girly turtleneck shell, slipped on some dangly earrings that were in my purse, patted some powder on my makeup-less face and walked back to Transit.

Things change when you don't look like a bored college student blowing 15 minutes.

Two salesgirls came over within my first 5 minutes (one was the one who had made the false approach) and asked if they could help me with anything. Of course.. I'd just shelled out $45 for tips and $5 to the little Asian bringer-o'-pain so I wasn't in the market for shoes anymore, so I just smiled sweetly, told them I was 'just browsing' and walked out.

I felt like Julia Roberts in 'Pretty Woman'.. except I didn't have a Richard Gere to buy my stuff elsewhere.

I'm obsessed with electrical storms. Obsessed. So much so that the one that's currently going on has coerced me back out of the house at 1:30 in the morning to walk down to 7/11 with Rossy and the pooches despite the fact we are craving nothing.

Went to The Da Vinci Code with the boys tonight. If you haven't read the book, by all means, go watch it.. if you have, don't expect anything new.

The Lovely Bones

I just finished reading one of the most compelling novels I've ever set my hands on. I started reading it yesterday morning, and actually found myself upset at the thought of putting it down when my lunch break was over.

The book is 'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold, and has met with much critical acclaim over the past few years since it was released. It's obvious to see why.

The author has this incredible ability to capture both the ordinary and the extraordinary in the most honest and lyrical prose I've ever read.

Apparently a movie is in the works, which I'm torn about. This was one of the most beautiful pieces of literature I've ever read (it reminds me of how I felt as a child about 'Where the Red Fern Grows', which is still one of my favorite books), and I can't have it tarnished.

Has anyone else ever read a book like this?

Ashtray Full

Ry came on last night to let me know that my favoritest campground in the Edmonton area is closed this season. For what?

Renovations?

What? They need to change the carpet, slap up some new paint or something?

It's a bloody campground, how much renovating can you do?

Can someone please explain this to me?

Accordingly, it was what Ross refers to as an 'ashtray full' night. Some nights he'll get home to a few butts in ashtray beside the computer, and others, a heaping mound.

And so this morning, "Tough night, Bridgit?".

An abrupt snarl from me, "They're renovating MY campground!"

I'm so weird.

The Response

I'm sorry man, but that's really low. I was in a relationship last year that I gave 210% of myself to, just in order to discover that he was dreadfully unhappy and looking for love online, much like you're doing.

Grow a pair and break up with your current, learn to be by yourself, and then get back in the swing.. but no.. not currently interested.

Sweet? Man.. have you ever underestimated me..

**Had to add -- His Response**

Hi again bree, I am so sorry, you made me think alot, you are completely right. I am going to take your advice because its the right thing to do. I am really sorry for bothering you and thanx, your really sweet.

"NO!" in every Language

I logged onto lava today to this message:

Hi bree, have to tell you how much I liked your profile, you sound smart, funny, and sweet. To top it off, that is a beautiful pic you have ! Im a little older, smart, sensitive guy that loves having fun. Im mature but young and silly as well, I understand how women think and how to treat them. Im in a relationship with a girl your age now but unhappy and im trying to end it. Id luv to chat with you get to know more of you. Please dont let my age scare you, people always tell me I look younger !! I really hope you reply me, your so cute and seem really sweet!! I have my life sorted out, good job, new truck,dirt bike, and a new house. Sorry to ramble, just really want you to give me a chance! Reply and I will tell you anything you want to know !!

Bye bye sweets, Jay.

Ugh! No, No, No, and No! Ok, granted being that he's 31 it means he's only a year out of my demographic, which is ALMOST forgivable, but to blatantly admit that he's currently attached and unhappy so he's searching elsewhere???? You dog. I have half a mind to send this guy a response berating him for his complete and utter lack of respect towards his current and to tell him to grow up, grow a pair of nuts and learn to be by himself instead of hopping from one relationship to another. And this is now #2 (!) guy that's admitted he's in a relationship with a 22 year old girl and that it isn't panning out.. well fuck, boys.. I'm 22, too! The same complaints you have about these girls are probably the same things you'd bitch about to the next girl you found to pity you online.

Actually, scratch that.. I'm going to write him anyway.

Word Cloud

I found this to take up 5 minutes where I was not tanning today...

Bound for Fame, Fortune and a Catchy Closing Line

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"I dunno, press the button and find out."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

McMakeover

I heard the funniest thing today.. apparently McDonalds is changing their look to remain true to their 'forever young' branding.

They're adding muted more neutral colors to their scheme, as well as seperate dining areas and 'linger zones' for the younger, hipper crowd complete with a cafe look, loungy chairs and modern music.

The poor franchise owners are basically going to have to shell out between 300 and 400K to get these questionable upgrades, which is essentially equal to one restaurant's yearly profits and if they decide to veto the idea, McDonalds can decide to veto their contract.

Corey and I had a good laugh about this.. it's too sad. You go to McDonalds to clog your arteries with questionable meat products and to get eats when you're pissed out of your tree after a night of clubbing. It's not a high end steak house. What's next? Alcohol on the menu? McRye and Coke, anyone?

Lazy Days

Today at work rocked.. I love being at the point where I know exactly where to look if I'm not balanced.

I've developed an admirer. This big black man came into the bank one day and I served him, so now apparently I'm his best friend. He actually makes it a point to hang out in front waiting for me to show up on a break so he can 'talk to me'. Just to clarify, this talking really consists of me reading the same line in my book 12 times in my attempts to ignore him, and then finally raising my eyebrow at him in annoyance. He hasn't got the hint the last 7 times, and today was no different. He actually asked for my number! I pretty much ran inside, and downstairs where I told my coworker, Anthony and John, the security guard about Mr. Annoying.

I'm not really creeped out, but John's very protective over me, and left straightaway to go see if he could talk to this guy to lay off. I'm just really pissed off I had to retreat from the beautiful sunshine to the flourescent lit haven (albeit, air conditioned one) that is our staff room because this guy won't get the hint.

Anyway.. it was GLORIOUS today!

Rossy and I thought too highly of it to spend the day inside, so we grabbed the football and went and threw it at each other for an hour and a bit.

We're like our own mini football league.. except I can't catch and he can't throw. I also don't run. At all.

So it was pointless, but fun, and I'm trying to take a day off between tanning sessions so I don't develop an addiction to them like I do to everything else, so I thought a little natural sun might do the trick.

Sometimes it helps to have nice lowkey evenings like this, and Rossy's a rocking partner in crime.

J'aime Lazy Days!

Ok.. so inspite of how active my dating life has been lately (coffee with Phil tomorrow, Eric's back on Thursday and I'm supposed to do dinner this weekend with Thomas), I still feel kind of lonely and wish I could just find a nice guy and fall in love again.

I miss being in love.

Yo!

Haven't done this in awhile.. but to the chickie (I'm assuming you're a chickie) that found my blog by searching for the query, 'meeting straight men', I wanted to point out the obvious -- WRONG BLOG!

As much as I'd like to be the guru of dating and meeting hot, eligible, single boys, I'm truly not. I slink to Lavalife like every other humble person I know.

Gay men I can help you with. Gay men I know.

Inked

Almost every girl I knew who had a tattoo in high school had a butterfly. On their stomach, their hip, their ankle or the small of their back.. they all had a slightly different butterfly. So at 16 years old I was the ONLY girl I knew who had a tattoo that was NOT a butterfly.

I had a star.

Today it seems like the star has replaced the butterfly as the commonplace trend in symbology to be etched in ink on skin.

But back when I was 16 years old, stoned out of my mind in the tattoo artist's chair with my pants off (I knew I wanted it on my thigh), I chose a symbol seemingly out of the air. I wanted something that said, "Baby, there's no place but up from here", and I wanted the color to be a constant reminder of what it was I was getting away from.

I'm 22 now.. and that was 6 years ago, so the way I look at it. I started the bloody trend. So there.

In any case, I hid it successfully from my mom for about 2 years until I finally got the courage one day to admit I'd got one. She denied me the ink from the time I was 14 and told me when I was 18 I could do whatever I felt like. I was a rebellious teenager on drugs, but I don't regret it one bit.

Two weeks after I told her, we made an appointment to go get Mother/Daughter tattoos, and here's the result from that:

Obviously, I'm a Scorpio. She's a Cancer and got a crab on the back of her calf.

I have an idea for my next tattoo, but I need a budding artist to do the legwork with the drawings. Any volunteers?

Confessions of a Shopaholic/Bad Singer/Book Nerd

So Ry came over today just as Rossy and I were popping out to go tanning, he gave us a lift to pop in for a quick tan and then him and I went and hung out all day, shopping.

The idea of the shopping trip was supposed to be a girl's opinion of what to get his mom for Mom's day, but considering how particularly jaded I am on that particular holiday at the moment, I fear I was little help.

However, I did get copious amounts of thong sandals (see picture above) after he so graciously pointed out that I wore out the lone pair I bought last summer in just one weekend of camping and drunken debauchery. He had a point, so I bought 6 pairs this time. That's 6 whole camping trips! Oh, this summer is gonna rock!

On Monday, which was the day of Rossy's birthday, Rossy, Corey and I were at the mall partaking in Marg night and curry dishes at Earls, and on the way out saw one of those large toy vending machines with the crane. Ryan and I have a joint obsession with these machines and cannot leave the mall without trying our hand, and 9/10 leave with a toy/CD that cost us under $5 (I have one stuffed dog that cost me $5, if he wasn't cute I would have left him in the machine). Well that particular night, he was nowhere around, but I had a spare toonie dying to be spent, so I tried and lost both dollars. Corey and Ross laughed because I bragged we were almost unbeatable at this game, and I walked away with a deflated ego.

Well today was no different with the two of us there, so I'd like everyone to meet Anthrax and Arlo (Anthrax is on top because he's the alpha male, and every good gay relationship needs a defined top.. even a fluffy, flamey blue one with a ribbon around his neck).

I also ordered a bunch of books from the library last week, when I went through the 6 paperbacks I'd already checked out too quickly... and it looks like almost everything came in...


I obviously wasn't paying attention to my library notices over the past few days.. I figured one or two books were in at most, so imagine my surprise when I get there and realize I have 13 items in. It's a damn good thing the library has a 40 item limit.

And I steam cleaned last night while the rest of the city was out in full force celebrating the latest hockey win.

I am truly the coolest person I know.

Fuck That

So for those I've actually spoken with in recent days, my mom and I currently aren't speaking. At all. Unless you count the random emails sent back and forth to address recent happenings. I don't.

I got my first MSN message from her in 3 weeks today.

"Bridgit.. Just thought I'd let you know that I'm putting down Tiara on Monday."

Gee thanks mom, you can't call me to say you're sorry for what you said, but you send me an abrupt IM to let me know you're putting down one of my favorite dogs in the world?

Not only that, but when I responded asking why, I got no response. And during this whole 'not talking' thing, she's still sending me on retarded forwards. Bridgit despises forwards. :(

And this is why I'm taking the $3.50 I would spend on a Mother's Day card to buy gummy bears tomorrow.

Yeah, Mr. Roberts.. you're right.. we are weird.


'Gramma Yars'.. I'll miss you.

For once...

Friday didn't suck.

I had a nice lowkey day at work.. everything went well, the day went by quickly and cashout was smooth as it should be.

After work, I was outside waiting to catch a bus, and who do I see walking by but a crush of mine from high school, James.

I called his name, and he recognized me immediately, and came over and chatted for a bit. I missed my bus, while chatting, but it was really nice to see him since it's been ages since we stayed up until the wee hours chatting on the phone.

At one point in the conversation, he looked at the ring I wear on a certain finger to ward off unwanted advances at work and made a comment. I made an utter fool out of myself trying to explain that it was NOT an engagement ring, but I think I failed and made myself look like a future infidelity risk to some faceless guy in front of him.

Regardless, it WAS really nice to see him, and see that he's doing so well for himself (he just finished his engineering degree at NAIT).

I went and picked up my income taxes (which after 2 agonizing days were FINALLY done!), and while waiting for a bus was intrigued by signs for a big sale at a vacuum cleaner store behind me. I'm not in the market for a vacuum, but if they carried steam cleaners, we were in business in light of the fiasco I had to deal with earlier in the week in order to rent one.

$200 later, I became the proud new owner of a Bissell PROheat 2X (unfortch, the SpotBot doesn't come out until June sometime, so I've had to put that idea on the backburner) and I feel so grown up buying appliances for myself now instead of borrowing them from people.

Guess what the plan is tonight?

Bridgit Highway

Bridgit Highway Tower of Commitment 7 Study Hall 12 Hobotown 51 Bog of Eternal Marriage 148 TravelWorld 452 Please Drive Carefully

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Where are you on the highway of life?

From Go-Quiz.com

Hobotown... this doesn't sound promising.

I'm Overdue for a Mugging

Sheer stupidity brought me to Stony Plain Road tonight. Sheer stupidity and an obsession with Febreeze made me wander around for 20 minutes.

After I'd fullfilled my need, I went back to Jasper Place to wait for my bus and was standing in the park smoking when a bunch of punk kids discovered a cat cowering in the bushes. They started trying to coax it out, cackling like only punk kids do, and one of them actually threw his coke can into the bush to scare it out.

It ran across the parking lot, and towards what I can only hope is a safe home.

I glared at these sorry excuses for human beings for a second and finally spoke up.

"Good job bro.. you managed to scare something an 1/8th your size... fucking morons."

The kids looked at me sitting there looking at them with utter disdain and yelled their choice of phrases at me. 'Bitch' was used more than a few times.

I just got up, walked away with my middle finger in the air and got on my bus because, yeah, they're right... I'm a bitch, but that's better than anything they'll ever be.

A good date is worth at least 277 words

I've been slacking the past few days, but the weather's been crappy so it's left me in a perpetually crappy mood. Except for yesterday.

Not that yesterday started off spectacularly well or anything. At the crack of dawn, or 8:30 (I really can't remember) the phone calls start ringing in. For Corey.. he owes money. I know this only because I glared at the 'Unknown Name, Unknown Number' listing on my caller ID while it rang and finally succumbed and checked the messages 15 minutes after they came in when it became apparent I was NOT going back to sleep and no amount of flipping through 'Shadow of the Dolls' was going to convince my body it was still bedtime.

4 hours of staring at the computer screen did, however, so I layed back down in bed to read a bit waiting for Rossy to finish in the shower. My eyes closed and the next thing I knew it was 5 in the afternoon, I was still unshowered and I had a date scheduled for early afternoon.

Obviously early afternoon was going to have to take a miss, so I pulled myself out of bed, sent him a message asking if we were still on, and we were.

I showered, dressed and then waited for him to get here.

The guy's name is Eric, and we spent a good 2-3 hours on the phone the night before just talking about random things. He told me a dating horror story I'll never be able to compete with, and I knew that if he put up with that, he was bound to be a nice guy.

He was. We went out for a drink, and then drove around the city aimlessly for a few hours, until it occured to the both of us that we were hungry and he had strategically placed himself near a Denny's downtown.

We pulled into the parking lot and he exclaims, 'Hey.. there's my friend Jen!', so we pull in and he walks over to her SUV to say hi. It turns out, she's talking with her ex boyfriend, who is abusive and more than a little trouble, but also who she had professed not to be seeing since they broke up at New Years.

Yep. Awkward.

We ended up heading back to the Westend and hitting up the Denny's off Stony Plain Rd. where I made him order my 'Moons Over My Hammy' (honestly.. can anyone say it with a straight face?) and we just talked for another hour.

He's off to the rigs for a 2 week hitch starting Thursday, but yeah.. it feels good to be back in the game.

From Another Angle

I've been thinking about a girl I met a long time ago in the dog world.

I remember the first time I met her. I'd only been showing for about a year, and she was the little sister of one of the top Junior Handlers in our region. She's borrowed a little cocker spaniel named Carmen for our Juniors competition and I was handling Tiara, the first Sibe of my mom's breeding that we'd kept.

I sucked that competition.. reviewing old videos my dad had made of us, it makes sense why. I was an awful handler with no finesse when I started.

Anyway, she took second out of the 8 people in our class, behind the girl with the Belgian Sheepdog that I haven't seen at a show in years. It wasn't that she was particularly good, but Carmen was a very well behaved dog, and was handed over fully groomed, so with her modicum of effort, she reaped big rewards. When I walked out with my green participant ribbon and my gift certificate for a McDonalds Sundae, I swore I wouldn't be friends with her.

But it's funny how things work out. Her and I did become friends of a sort. Along with the son of one of my mom's friends, and his tag-along friend with the Great Danes we caused all kinds of trouble. We'd stay up late in my pop tent drinking the Mike's Hard that we'd stole from our parents' coolers, and dabble with smoking behind show buildings. We painted the nasty poodle lady's van windows with dandilions (this particular incident lost me the Best Overall Junior award the year the poodle lady judged the competition.. oh boy, did she remember!), and would drag the boys through whatever scheme we felt was most daring at that point.

By the time she hit High School, her taste for the dog fancy had worn off. Her sister had gone off to college and aged out of Juniors, and I was taking over the top Junior spot in our region, so the competitive appeal was gone for her.

She started getting into a lot of personal trouble. Getting caught having sex in random places, dabbling in drugs, but every year her mom would host the local fancy's Christmas party and we'd sit up in her room watching Billy Madison and talking.

She wasn't a bad person, she was just impressionable. Once you got her away from the eyes of the people she put on the front for, she was a really good person.

This morning I've been sitting her numb. I just got an email from my mom to let me know that she passed away early yesterday morning in a car accident just outside of my hometown.

I'm really sorry I lost touch with her.

21 is much too young.

Guilty Pleasures

Slurry is out re-enacting last night with his big sis, Hilary at The Roost tonight, and Corey is struggling with love in Cowtown, so I'm home alone. Which means I can listen to my 5 guilty pleasure songs OVER AND OVER AND OVER without anyone rolling their eyes at me...

In no particular order.. go download:

Hips Don't Lie - Shakira feat. Wyclef Jean
Was the 'Cinco de Mayo' yesterday, took a miss on Marg night.. but still.. needed a little latinoid flava, yknowwhati'msaying?

Rebellion (Lies) - The Arcade Fire
This song gets stuck in my head worse than that 'Tomorrow' song from 'Annie'.. and I sang that just about verbatim last night for Corey ("Bet your bottom dollar, that TOMORROW, there'll be Sun".. guess I was overly optimistic in light of the gray day we actually had) despite the fact that I haven't seen that movie since I was about 6.

Save the Best for Last - Vanessa Williams
This song I blame on Corina.. when we started talking about weddings a few days back, and in particular hers, I got in this overly sappy mood where I just played this over and over. This mood is going on 4 days running now. Yeah, if I ever get hitched, inevitably I'm going to pester the DJ to play this.

Hardcore Days and Softcore Nights - Aqueduct
Yeah.. of course I've mentioned this before on the Soundtrack of my Life post... don't ask. I just can't not move my head to it.

Damn, it Feels Good to be a Gangsta - Geto Boys
An 'Office Space' familiar.. Peter walks around the office creating small acts of vandalism to this tune. It's guilty in that it sort of makes me feel like David Herman's character (*small giggle*) Michael Bolton rapping in his car, and then slowly turning down the volume as a black man walks by.

If anybody black ever heard me listening to this, I'd be embarrased and wouldn't leave my hole for a month or more. When I'm alone.. I'll pretend to rap along.

Although, I really do recommend that aforementioned Newton tune. It hasn't failed to make me smile all night.

Go ahead.. roll your eyes. Bastards.

Saturday's Musings

-I adore that Pepsi commercial with Jimmy Fallon and Parker Posey where they start dancing in the street to that campy dance song ("Streamline" by Newton in case anyone's interested).. I wish more people just spontaneously started dancing in the street. The world would be a happier place if this happened.

-On that note, why do dance-offs in bars only ever happen in movies? I want to make it my goal to have a danceoff with a skanky bar-fly before I turn 30 on a normal Saturday night.

-Ross' Mom's friend may own my cat, Onye's sister. They were bought from the same place at the same time, at about the same age and have the same personalities and physical attributes. Ross and I wonder which of them is more evil.

-Szechuan is hard to spell, hard to say and easy to consume copious amounts of. Ross and I went for Smorgasbord tonight. Smorgasbord is a sadly under-used word.

-I want to have a Superhero party for Halloween this year. Originally I thought about being Wonderwoman, but thought that might be too cliche. I've got it narrowed down to 2 superheroines from X-Men. I took the 'Which Marvel Superheroine are you?' test on Liquid Generation.. but it never actually loaded my results. :(

Day One of my 6 days off nears completion.

Ross' Birthday B-B-Q

Ross celebrates his big 2-1 on Monday so as sort of a kickoff we had a barbeque tonight with some people, some drinks and entirely too much food.


I found out that it was actually quite easy to cook a rack of ribs and hamburgers over an open fire (we sort of lack an actual barbeque around Casa Two-Gays-and-a-Girl) and a few people stopped by to have a drink and some eats.

Chantel (Ross' Mom) brought by an ice cream cake, which was devoured quite rapidly (I fear I may have burned the ribs).

At about midnight, party-goers started to trickle out (the iPod was dying, and the Mike's Hard supply had dwindled) and eventually it was just me and my boys.

I heart having heart to hearts with my boys, though, and I think I was almost remotely relieved when I could go back to being dorky me and not having to worry about catty looks or anything. This is the reason I have so few girl friends.

Anyway.. it's amazing how much fun I still have with these 2 even when it's just us drinking around the campfire. Cor is going through a rough time right now and I mixed the drinks accordingly, Ross acquired his new nickname of 'Slurry McDrinkerson' quite honestly and I just sat there spaced out with my Corona and told him to embrace the drunkeness.

It's hard to believe 23 is fast approaching. I miss 21.

Note to self though... never allow Slurry to smoke again.

Who Should Paint my Portrait?

Who Should Paint You: Alfred Gockel

All American yet funky, you inspire an artist's imagination And while not everyone will understand your portrait, you will!

What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?

I tried changing my answers a little since there seemed be a lot of variation.. 6 times, and all 6 I got him. I guess I'm destined to be immortalized as a piece of pop art.

For Fun?

Meeting people online sucks.

Lately I find that I meet a guy that seems remotely interesting, and then 2 minutes into the conversation the inevitable happens.

So what do you do for fun?

I don't like this question because I don't really do anything that other people classify as fun.

I drink cheap fruit wine (often alone), sit outside and make bets with myself on which dog catches the squirrel first, toss things at the cat when she scratches the furniture, crave chocolate and then stage impromptu trips to 7/11 at 3 in the morning and moan to the guys about how pathetically alone I feel while eating the aforementioned.

Should I go into supreme detail on how I really enjoy eating licorice during Family Guy marathons?

How about cranking up 'Volvo Driving Soccer Mom' and singing along in a really offkey voice?

Or should I mention how I got a high score in 'Freaky Factory' when playing Neopets tonight?

I think it's fun.. other people.. not so much.

So what do I say?

Tonight I ate crackers in my kitchen and stared at a spot on the wall for about 25 minutes while my roommate's cracked jokes about how spaced out I looked?

No.. that's no good at all.

I read a lot lately.

Read?

Yeah.. like books and stuff.

Oh yeah.. what sort?

Ones with words.

And abruptly the conversation dies.

I should have read 'How to Win Friends and Influence People' again. I suck at this.

I really need a hobby.

Here Piggy!

Ok.. I can't draw a pig for shit.. hut it took up 5 minutes of my VERY VALUABLE time. You too can draw a pig!

Toward the top of the paper, you are positive and optimistic.

Facing left, you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates (birthdays, etc.)

With few details, you are emotional and naive, you care little for details and are a risk-taker.

With 4 legs showing, you are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.

The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.
The bigger the better. You drew medium sized ears, you are a good listener

The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.
And again more is better! You drew a medium sized tail!

To Illustrate How Crazy Oilers fans are:

I took this picture of my neighbour's car this morning on the way to work.

Enlarge to get the full experience...

Daily Dose of "Cute"

I was flipping through a bunch of pics of Linc tonight and I think it's unbelievable how small he once was.

It seems like 2 months ago that I brought him home, snoozing in my lap on the drive back to Edmonton.

Hard to believe I'm going on 6 months in a dual dog household.

If only they could stay that small and chubby forever.



And the hormones.. could definitely do without those.

Hockey Mania

Well.. the people throwing the hockey party tonight just came out yelling and screaming and waving little flags around, so I thought I'd give Shane a call to see if he was happy about the Oiler's obvious win.

I dial his number and:

"We're sorry, all circuits are busy"

I think that's the first time I've ever had that happen when it's not Mother's Day.

Wow.

The cons of boobs

God, I hate being a woman some days.

I walk into my house tonight, log onto MSN and wander into the bathroom to grab my tweezers and creme bleach for a fun-filled evenings of beautification and hair removal.

2 seconds after I've applied it and say down with a glass of peach juice and a cigarette, my doorbell rings.

I frantically grab paper towel to smudge it off my face before going to see who's interrupting my obviously VERY busy evening, and it's Matt.

He looks at my blotchy face and points at a spot on my upper lip that apparently I'd managed to miss and wanders in like he didn't just interrupt a hallowed single girl night to let me know what's up.

Apparently he's going out on a brand new rig steady for about the next 4 years in my hometown!

He was stopping by to see if there's anyone I might know in the DC area who might be looking for a roommate or have a place to rent.

I told him I'd ask around (a note for any Dawson Creek-ians, -ers, -anites to drop me a line if this is the case) and just made him promise to call me, no matter how drunk or horny he was before he slept with any local so Corey and I could compare notes and let him know her cleanliness rating. It's the least I can do.