Never Do This

Jayson, Jayson, Jayson -- I just wanted to find out WTF my kid brother meant when he said he pwned me.

Blondes don't REALLY have fun

I did something really, really, REALLY stupid this afternoon.

I got off the 125 at Westmount to pop by the library and pick up the books I had reserved there .. all 16 of them. This is why people should engage me in conversation on MSN late at night instead of allowing me to randomly order books on the library's website.

The library is on the far side of Westmount mall, and about 2 blocks away from the actual Westmount transit centre, so I hiked it as fast as I could, hauling 50 lbs worth of literature in a 30¢ Edmonton Public Library bag that kept threatening to tear. I saw the number 125 flashing on the bus directly in my line of sight and prayed it wouldn't take off before I made it.

I just made it, got on, settled down and started reading the book I was the most excited about. The bus pulled away. Went to the end of the street. And turned back towards downtown.

I got on the wrong bus.

I didn't just move to this area -- I've been here for 2 years, and yet I failed to recognize that the bus I was getting onto was the bus that took me to work, and not home.

I pulled the cord, and the bus dropped me off a block and a half on the OTHER side of the mall. I walked back, and evidently the big guy in the sky took pity on my today, and sent the RIGHT BUS to pick me up just as I got to the stop.

At least I come by these highlights naturally.

Oh.. and I made Onye a page, too. Except the people on Catster are obviously insane, while the people on Dogster are kindred spirits and obviously just really, really love their dogs.

Dogster

Wanna hear what I did tonight?

Probably not, since you know it's not gonna be interesting.

Although, why are you here if you don't really want to know?

Once the sun went down and the mosquito feeding frenzy came into full swing I came inside and made Summer and Lincoln pages on Dogster.com.

And this concludes today's study on the various things about Bridgit that truly make her a geek.

A post about nothing of substance

I'm going to go outside to do some yardwork tonight since my back yard harbours a hairy little monster who lays claim to all things chewable and moveable and leaves them randomly scattered everywhere.

As the Puppy Man's 'mom', this is solely my responsibility to make sure my backyard doesn't wind up like Steve's.

What I'd really like to be doing is napping on an air mattress in a pool right now. Or eating salad and drinking something cool and fruity.

Work was.. interesting. One drunk native uttering death threats, one irrate woman on welfare yelling profanities and the stalker is back and as unpleasantly vile as ever. All I need now is an attempted robbery and this might be the best month end EVER!

And when exactly did today become a Wednesday? I spent the entire day at work operating under the belief that it was in fact, Tuesday. Not that I'm complaining or anything.

Being Wednesday means it's 2 short days away from the weekend. Speaking of which, someone still currently need plans for our wonderful nation's birthday and I leave this entirely in my adoring public's hands.

So Shane?

How 'bout it?

Ice cream, dude?

Oh right. Yardwork.

Who needs a tanning bed?

It's BEAUTIFUL here today. So beautiful that at 6 pm I plan on going outside to finish the book I started last night slathered in tanning oil and I know my legs will get color.

2 girls at work sustained sunburn on their breaks today. Just another reason not to sit on the marble benches in front of Commerce Place on a day like today.

Too Little, Too Late

I got sort of a strange email in my hotmail inbox today.

An old ex of mine has been 'thinking' about me lately and wanted to reconnect and see what I was up to.

In light of the fact that we share a mutual friend, and the mutual friend has shared some things with me that were sort of shared in confidence between the two of them, I feel very uncomfortable about this particular olive branch.

I guess at the risk of being too vague, I should say that he felt whatever happened between the two of us in the bedroom was fair game for conversation topics. Not that the remarks were derogatory (I'll beep my own horn and say these same remarks got the friend dually interested), but a gentleman never tells. And let's face it. I want a gentleman.

It's disappointing for me because I never would have thought he would have been the type. This is the same guy who told me that kids were the most important thing to him in regards to his future, and then later rescinded it to tell me that if a future with me meant no kids, he would do that for me.

He denies these remarks, but the specific details of what occurred between us are too accurate to just be guessed.

So what do I do? Talk to the guy to maintain what used to be a friendship prior to us getting involved? Or drop it altogether?

It Takes Two

Two names you go by:
1. Bridgit
2. Bree

Two things you are wearing right now:
1. A pink bathrobe
2. A smile

Two things you really want in a relationship:
1. Respect
2. Intimacy

Two things you want really badly:
1. To not feel 65 right now
2. A new computer

Two pets you have/had:
1. A neurotic Siberian Husky named Summer
2. A dorky Siberian Husky named Lincoln

Two favorite sports:
1. Equestrian
2. Dogsledding

Two people that will fill this out:
1. No one at all
2. Someone who is bored

Two things you did last night:
1. Cuddled with Wayne
2. Made fun of Corey

Two favorite places to eat:
1. Chiantis on Whyte
2. Brewsters (Fruit in Beer!)

Two things you like about yourself:
1. Genuine (what you see is what you get)
2. My Lips

Two things you ate lately:
1. Pasta (last night)
2. Does Iced Tea count for two?

Two people you last talked to:
1. Corey this morning -- we had a bathrobe party in the kitchen
2. Corina, on MSN

Two things you are doing tomorrow:
1. Working
2. Making some phone calls

Two favorite holidays:
1. Christmas
2. Arbor Day ;)

Calling All People with Feet!

So.. I have an idea. And I hope this isn't one of those 'I-just-woke-up-and-it's-2-am-and-I-have-a-revolutionary-invention-that-will
change-the-world' sort of ideas, especially because those always seem so dumb when you're awake and coherent. Anyway, I want to go hiking. And I need people to come with me. And think of a place to go that will result in a good camping spot near water. And bring alcohol.

Ok, granted, I haven't thought it through much, but considering I unpacked Summer's backpack and I now have my own sturdy hiking backpack, I'm thinking this idea has merit.

Tiburon Guy.. I'm looking at you. And Bob.. law school's over for the summer. Put away the textbook and go buy beer.

Also Corey and I went for a drink at the Canadian yesterday. They were having a dodgeball tournament and there were hot boys everywhere. We heart hot, sweaty boys playing with balls in a cage.

Wayne's leaving at 4 tomorrow morning to fly to Thunder Bay for work, and this makes me sad.

Top 10 Reasons People Shouldn't Let Bridgit Drink

10. I'm attracted to fire.
9. I have a worse than normal attention span. What was fun a minute ago is now old, and I need something new to entertain me.
8. I agree to buy things that I shouldn't. Like the BlackBerry I'm apparently getting on Monday.
7. Clothing is always optional with me. And I lose my pants.
6. Sometimes Ross likes to sleep. I know. I found it odd, too.
5. I seem to enjoy dancing on picnic tables.
4. Run out of ginger ale to mix with your rye and now your glass is only half full? Top it up with some Pepsi and it'll still be palatable.
3. Eating a half frozen burrito is fine.
2. Diarrhea of the mouth. And that's all I'll say about that now.

And the top reason to never allow me to drink?...

1. There's now a semi-nude video of me which I sort of fear may surface on the internet some day.

I'm Not Lovin' It

I was on my lunch today when it occurred to me that I was hungry and had 5 minutes left in which to eat. The food court in Commerce Place lacks options. The chinese place tastes like burned everything, there are 3 sub places, a pizza place that charges $4 a slice and the lineup at Edo is always long.

But there's always McDonalds, right?

As much as I didn't enjoy the idea of eating it, I knew I needed food, and fast, so it seemed like the perfect choice at the moment.

That was 3 and a half hours ago and I've still not recovered. It feels like my stomach wants to crawl out of my body and live in someone else's. Someone else who doesn't force a McChicken into it. Not to mention the lethargy. I was full of piss n' vinegar at 1, but now I feel like a good nap with a good book is in order.

What in God's name do they put in that crap?

What NOT to name your dog

Everybody who has a dog calls him some thing cliche like "Rover" or "Spot". I made the mistake of calling mine "Sex".

Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to city hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I'd like to have one too!" Then I said, "But this is for a dog." He said, "I don't care what she looks like." Then I said, "You don't understand, I've had Sex since I was nine years old." He said, "You must have been quite a kid."

When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. Not wanting the dog to bother us, I told the clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the place was for sex. I said, "You don't understand, Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too."

One day I entered Sex in a dog show, before the competition began, another contestant asked me what I was doing. I told him that I planned to have Sex in the show. He said that I should have sold my own tickets. When I asked if the show was televised he called me a pervert.

I left my dog at the Veterinarian. When I went to pick him up I said, "I've come for my dog." She said, "Which one, Spot or Rover?" I said, "What about Sex?" She slapped me. After I straightened out the misunderstanding, I asked if Sex was good for her. She slapped me again.

Sex ran away, I went to the dog pound. As I was looking in all the cages the operator came up to me. I said I'm looking for Sex. He said I was looking in all the wrong places.

When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married." He said, "What's your point, so did I." I said, "But my wife wants to take Sex away." He said, "That's what happens in a divorce."

Last night Sex ran off. I spent hours looking for him all over town. A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I said I was looking for Sex.

My case comes up Friday.


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This is by far my favorite joke of all time. I heard it when I was about 12 years old and it's never become less funny for me.

A Wedding Story

A lot of times, late at night, and when there are no good cartoons on, I'll switch to the Life Network and watch whatever is on. Earlier this fall, when Tammy and Jer lived here, she and I used to put him to bed and then watch Blind Date and other shows in that thread. I assumed that was what would be on at this hour, however, the people in charge of programming decided to taunt the poor single people watching late night TV with shows about weddings.

Rather than watching Sons of Butcher, which I hate, or going to sleep, which didn't seem to be an option, I folded laundry and watched Rich Bride, Poor Bride. For anyone who's never watched, the premise is that you watch the couple purchasing for, planning and executing their wedding and then they reveal how much their budget was and how much they actually spent. The couple on the show I watched had a gorgeous, understated, yet elegant, affair. Her dress was beautiful, the cake was beautiful, the hall was beautiful and they had Hawaiian dancers for entertainment post-dinner and pre-dancing. They remained a full $750 under budget. Their budget?

$45,000.

My jaw dropped to the floor. I contemplated waking my big sis, who is consumed by the need to get hitched before she turns 30 and ask her if this is true, and if so, if she's insane. My God.. for $45,000, continue to live in sin, get him to buy you a ring to state his commitment and put down a nice down payment on a cute little starter home.

$45,000. Wow. That's unbelievable.

I mean, it's a dream most women have. To be entering a life with a man you love, and the celebration surrounding it. From the time I was a little girl I used to dream about my wedding, and admittedly, hearing the girls at work (I am one of 3 who are currently not engaged or married, although I spotted one wistfully looking at the webpage for Spence last week) talk about their pending nuptuals and the plans they have sometimes makes me think about what my own would be like.

Corina and I talk about it a lot, too. I'm sure we'd just have to say the word and she'd be off like a shot setting things in motion from the plans she's already made. Me? I know what my bouquet would be and what my bridesmaid dresses would be colored. Other than that? I'm clueless.

So.. is it all worth it? For that one day in the sun and the chance to have the wonderful memories it generates?

I may never know.. weddings cost an arm and a leg, so I may have to cut mine off in order to contribute, and then who would marry me?

I Love Google!

There's this song that I hear ocassionally in stores and at the gay clubs and last weekend at the Pride Parade. It gets stuck in my head for days afterward and I walk around the streets whistling it so I don't forget the tune. I could never find anyone who knew what it was called or who it was by, but thanks to the joy of Google and a bored random search for "Jamaica Whistling Techno song" forwarded me to someone's blog who was looking for a similar song and the first comment listed under their post was the answer to my prayers!

How fitting that I find my Summer 2006 anthem on the first day of it.. now go DL "Love Generation" by Bob Sinclair!

True/False

True or false.

Appearance:

I am shorter than 5'4": False.. I am exactly 5'4"

I have many scars: True

I tan easily: True

I wish my hair was a different color: True

I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color: True

I've had braces: False

I wear glasses or contacts: False

I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger: True

I have more than 5 piercings: False, exactly 5

I have/had piercings in places besides my ears: True

I have freckles: True


School/Work:

I'm in school: False

I have a job: True

I've fallen asleep at work or school: True

I almost always do my homework: False

I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years: False

I failed more than 1 class last year: False, I wasn't even in school

I've been fired: True


Embarrassments:

Disney movies still make me cry: True

I've laughed so hard I've cried: True

I've glued my hand to something: True

I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose: True

I've had my pants rip/drop in public: True

I was born with a disease/impairment: True

I've sat in a doctors/dentists office with a friend: True

I've had my wisdom teeth removed: False

I had a serious surgery: True

I've had chicken pox: True


Experiences

I've gotten lost in my city: True

I've seen a shooting star: True

I've wished on a shooting star: True

I've gone out in public in my pajamas: True

I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator: True

I've been to a casino: True

I've been skydiving: False

I've played spin the bottle: True

I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour: False

I've been in a serious car crash: False

I've been skiing: True

I've caught a snowflake on my tongue: True

I've sat on a roof top at night: True

I've played chicken: True

I've played a prank on someone: True

I've ridden in a taxi: True

I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show: True

I've eaten sushi: True

I've been snowboarding: True


Relationships:

I'm single: True.. False.. I really don't know.

I'm in a relationship: See above

I'm married: False

I miss someone right now: True

I've gotten divorced: False

I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back: True

I've told someone I loved them when I didn't: False

I've told someone I didn't love them when I did: True

I've kept something from a past relationship: True

I've had a crush on a teacher: True

I am a cuddler: True

I've been kissed in the rain: True

I've hugged a stranger: True


Ownage:

I own over 5 rap CDs: True

I own multiple designer pants and shirts, costing over $100 piece: False

I own something from Hot Topic: False

I own something from Pac Sun: False

I own something from The Gap: True

I own something I got on e-bay: True

I own something from Abercrombie: True

I own something from Hollister: False


Random:

I can sing well: False

I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant: False

I open up to others easily: Trueish

I watch the news: True

I don't kill bugs: False

I curse regularly: True

I sing in the shower: True

I am a morning person: False

I am a sports fanatic: False

I twirl my hair: True

I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day: False

I bake well: True

My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue: Sort of True

I have worn pajamas to school: True

I like Martha Stewart: False, I like her ideas

I know how to shoot a gun: True

I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS: False

I laugh at my own jokes: True

I am really ticklish: False

I love white chocolate: True

I bite my nails: True

I play video games: True

I'm good at remembering faces: True

I'm good at remembering names: False

I'm good at remembering dates: True

I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life: True

My answers are totally honest: True

Happy Birthday Summer-Bob Silly Pants

I woke up an hour or so ago, looked out the window to confirm the sky was blue and stretched out under my summer comforter. Then I remembered why I was so happy and counted myself so lucky to have today off. It's the first day of summer, the summer solstice which means my neurotic Silly Pants is 4 years old today!



Happy Birthday Summer-Bob! :)

Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.

The haze surrounding the city in light of the Oilers loss last night feels almost tangible. People aren't smiling anymore, tempers seem short and even the sun isn't shining like it did yesterday.

We took down our decorations at the bank today. Streamers, banners and flags in orange and blue. The assistant manager, Rita sat at her desk with some balloons and a pin, and popped them with a zeal I haven't seen since childhood birthdays. I stared at her while I was filling out a bank draft and she gave me a small, sad smile.

See? Hockey fans are nuts.

I think I ought to work in my yard. People threatened me with supposed forecasts of rain today. I don't see rain, but I do see storm clouds on the horizon.

I painted my bathroom on Sunday. Tomorrow I think I'll do my bedroom.

Hockey Mania

Well folks.. here it is -- Game 7.

E-town is in full hockey spirit. Horns are going off everywhere, people wearing jerseys in the hot sun.. it's a weird sort of comradery, this hockey stuff is.

Two little boys were holding up a small handmade sign proclaiming 'Go Oilers!' on Stony Plain Road when I was going to drop my movie off at Rogers. They were getting a lacklustre response of about one in every 20 cars honking for it. I headed to the Dollar Store, grabbed a piece of bristol board and some markers and went back to them. They happily set to work making a new (larger!) sign and I'm sure they're near deafened by now.

Will I watch the game? Maybe. Do I hope they win? They'd better.

I Love a Parade

Rossy and I took off early this afternoon to go tanning and then head downtown for Edmonton's annual (Gay) Pride Parade.

We thought we were going to miss it since the Westend's own Barrel Taxi was being horribly slow for their ETA and the bus was due to arrive at our stop approximately 4 minutes before the parade was scheduled to begin.

Happily the bus got downtown just as the parade was starting and we ran across Jasper to join Tyler and Kirsten just opposite my bank. We had a great time, the floats and people were hilarious and we had a fun time picking out people that, a) Corey had slept with, b) Ross had hung out with, or c) were dumbass Dade, who I think I forgot to mention I kicked out almost 2 months ago now.

There was a dance squad performing in the parade and who should be marching in the back but the little guy I saw at The Roost one night grooving to the ellusive dance song that's again stuck in my head. I still have a dumb crush on him. And the dreamy bartender from Buddy's (see below.. black pants). Why are gay men so cute?

We went down to Churchill with the crowd once it was all done, and wandered around looking at booths. I met Edmonton's mayor, Stephen Mandell, in a little cafe just off Churchill while waiting for my Chai to get finished and Rossy to get out of the little boy's room and then we walked over to the beer gardens to hang out with some people we knew. I thought nothing of lighting up a cigarette to accompany my beer when some guy tapped me on the shoulder from over the fence and informed me that by the new (nazi-like) bylaws I was actually doing something very illegal. Thankfully the security people didn't care much and the 'real' police were standing by the beer tent and nowhere near me, but I kind of got a thrill out of doing something remotely illegal. If I'd have been fined it may have been a different story, but I get my kicks however I can, nowadays.

Tyler and Kirsten hung out with a bunch of like people just outside and then disappeared after a bit.

After a few drinks and some pizza, Rossy and I headed back to the Westend and we've decided to have a night in with some deep fried dim sum and chick flicks. Sounds like heaven.

All in all.. I've never seen as many rainbows, chihuahuas and false eyelashes as I did today. And I read the Paris Hilton book last week.

Here's the rest of the pics:





(Look close.. Dade's the one on the left holding the flag with the purple hair)

Sad Story of the Day

Apparently, a gent from Quebec visited a competing Siberian Husky kennel and discovered not only sick and starving sibes, but also some dead and completely decomposed ones.

As it turns out, the owner had not fed his dogs in over 2 weeks, and happily turned over the remaining 26 to his competitor to be cared for. Since then, one dog has passed on due to complications and the other 25 are in dire need of medical attention.

I know that summer is not a lucrative time for racing kennel owners, and really have a lot of respect for this man for taking on an additional 25 dogs.

I made out a money order and sent it off this afternoon at work. This guy needs all the help he can get. The story can be found here.

Not that I'm canvassing, but if anyone else can find it in their hearts, donations can be sent to:

Guy Racicot
53 Chemin-du-Lac-Vert
Saint-Jean-de-Matha, QC
J0K 2S0

Raining, Pouring.. My bedroom is sadly silent

It's been raining for going on 7 hours now. I could raise a colony of mallards in my backyard and they'd be blissfully happy. It's so wet even my dogs won't set foot outside even if their bladders were in danger of bursting, so those ducks would be perfectly secure swimming around the puddles in what used to be my backyard.

I'm extremely happy that I decided to break down and mow it yesterday. Jamie, Steve's boarder, took it upon himself to trim up the front portions of the lawn and I dawdled around for 2 and a half hours in the back cutting down the hayfield length grass I'd let grow there for the past few weeks. It was almost long enough that I could have fed (and hid) a miniature horse there.

Wayne took the opportunity to take a road trip down to the island before he goes back to work. Got a text from him about an hour ago telling me that he's wet and his fingers are blue. Poor lamb.

I have 'The Bell Jar', my canine cohorts, a cup of tea and the knowledge that I'm finally (FINALLY) looking seriously into my education options. Even if I still don't know what it is that I really want to be.

One Bruised Ego

I passed out getting off the bus today.

I stood up after ringing the bell before my stop and knew that my legs weren't going to support my weight.

I clung to the bar at the back door of the bus for support, and when the bus driver stopped the bus I almost capsized. He opened the front doors for a passenger to get on, and the back doors for me to get off. I looked at the ground for a second thinking it seemed really far down, but tentatively put my foot out and clung to the door to support me.

My foot hit the ground and shortly after that so did the rest of my body.

I passed out for a solid 6 seconds.

The bus driver and the people on the bus all got off and were talking to me, but I don't really remember a lot about what they were saying.

One girl asked the guy beside her if I hit my head, and the bus driver was touching my arm asking if I was ok. I do remember that.

I let the driver walk me to the bench and sit me down and tell me to stay seated for a few minutes, but I was embarrassed and ashamed that the body that had given me so few problems lately had just let me down so badly, so I really only sat for a minute or so before I walked home.

Don't ask me what's wrong with me. I don't really know. I felt flushed today, that's it. I'm sleeping, I'm eating, I'm drinking water, and yes, dad, I'm taking my vitamins. I just passed out.

I could have done without that.

I had a performance evaluation done today, and I got a raise. I need to work on my referrals to the personal bankers since my percentile is below company average, but as long as I can do better at that then I'm right on par and should do well during thje next evaluation, come November. Also, there's an opportunity for me to advance within the next while, and although it might not be a CSR position, it's advancement.

I feel better now. I've stopped crying and things are starting to sort themselves out. I have one more problem to tackle tonight in order to get my life back on track and I hope it goes well.

And my brother has a girlfriend. For years my mom and I debated whether or not he might actually be gay. But he's in LOVE now and he writes sappy lists about why he loves her on MySpace.

My favorites:

"One day I hope her and I leave this country, and move to bolivia to raise goats"

"She will warn me about possible zombie attacks from the south"

"Her dad likes me because i live 1000 kms away"

"I love her forever, and I know she does too."

I love sharing these with people.

Bob's Response:
Day: A period of time of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent. says:
Just give him a couple breakups before he gets jaded
Day: A period of time of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent. says:
Then there will be no more lists

I've Been Crying

I'm not sure I've ever cried as much as I did this past weekend.

To watch the dog I grew up with, my vibrant, beautiful little girl reduced to what she is pained me more than I can express in words. We went for a walk in the pasture on Saturday. I cried almost the entire time. That was the last time I'll ever get to take a walk with my girl.

I visited Tiara's grave and thanked her for everything she'd done for me: The beautiful puppies she mothered, the wonderful companionship she'd provided, being the best damn lead dog on the dogsled team, her sweet nature. I told her how much she was missed and always would be. The yard feels hollow without the old Gramma walking around keeping everyone on their best manners.

My mom showed me the card from Jayde's funeral service, and we talked about our memories about her. She was intoxicated when it happened, and had a fight with her boyfriend just prior. It might be just another indication that love is hazardous.

We cried about our fight. We cried for a month worth of lost time. We cried because it was therapeutic and the tears came easily.

I'm still crying. And something happened last night that made me cry a whole lot more.

Right now. I'm sick of crying.

Road Trips on the Worst of Terms

So Wayne and I are going to head back to the ol' stomping grounds tomorrow.

Mom and I have been having very awkward, disjointed conversations about Reba and when to put her to sleep over the past few weeks.

Last weekend I called her to tell her about the weekend's end results and after we hung up, she sent me a message on MSN to let me know Reba's getting worse daily.

Mr. Roberts, my knight in shining Superman boxers, offered to drive down this weekend so he can have a chance to get a few more things from his parents' basement and I can have the opportunity to say my goodbyes. Can I stress again how much this guy rocks my socks?

A dismal event to be sure, but I'm fairly excited about getting a grasp on my roots again (every 6 months or so I feel them slipping out on my grasp and I need to feel re-rooted).

But this weekend is about my baby girl..



The one with her tongue hanging out..

Popstar Paris

I have a sick obsession with Paris Hilton.

It's true.

Please don't judge me.

I'm not entirely sure where it stems from ("One Night in Paris"?) but whenever I saw that Carl's Jr ad with her writhing all over the car I stopped dead, and I practically maul Rossy if he changes the channel from E! if there's something about Miss Hilton on there.

Call me crazy (everyone else does) but there's something about her that just makes me stop and stare stupidly into space. Maybe it's the stupid factor. Maybe Paris is sending me and the rest of the world subliminal messages, but I have to admit her new video for her single "Stars are Blind" (yes world, she made an album) is pretty f'n hot.

Trent from Pink is on the ball, it does sort of sound like "The Tide is High" but I can dig it.

Maybe I just wish I looked that perfect in a bikini.

Yes. That must be it.

Ugh.. Geocities

Well.. I've been working on my dog webpage for the last hour and a bit, and I wanted to post the link and have everyone tell me what they think so far, but Geocities has apparently become uber picky with their hourly data transfer limits so it may show a 'This page is unavailable' message. Please try in a bit if this is the case.

Anyway.. it's found here.

Going to bed now

» name: Bridgit
» birthday: October 29
» piercings: 2 in each ear, navel
» tattoos: Two.. 'nuff said.. most of you know
» height: Five feet and four inches
» shoe size: 8, 7, 9... depends on the shoe
» hair color: Only my hairdresser would know for sure
» length: Long enough to look girly, not long enough to cover the 'girls' a la Lady Godiva
» Three worst qualities: Frequently overreactive, Naturally suspicious of everything and everyone, world class procrastinator
» Two things you are often complimented for: My eyes, the 'girls'

» current clothes: Brown shirt (go figure), gray slacks
» current mood: Still minutely hungover.. thinking about sleeping
» current taste: In what? Food? Clothes? Movies? Books? Men? Dumb question.
» current annoyance: The fact that EPS took down pics of most of the Whyte Ave vandals.. really wanted to see if a certain someone that I suspect might have been on there, actually was
» current smell: Cigarette smoke
» current thing you ought to be doing: Sleeping
» current desktop picture: Me and puppy man at the show yesterday.. see 2 posts prior
» current favorite group: Was, has been, and will always continue to be Everclear
» current book: Life of Pi by Yann Martel.. started it at the hospital
» current refreshment: Iced Tea
» current worry: Results from the show tomorrow
» current crush: Random People.. some guy with blue eyes that I know
» current favorite celebrity: Angie Jolie.. I wanna see the baby, baby!

Random Questions…

» who likes you: I think I have some friends that don't hate me. Don't I?
» what annoys you: Slow moving crowds at events and malls and grocery stores.
» what do you want to do: Sleep
» who is the person(s) you (almost) never get sick of: Mr Roberts.. he's pretty much awesome.
» who is one person you would marry tomorrow: Oooh, it’s a SECRET (dun dun dun!)!
» do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?: My stomach, which is a habit I have to break so my navel piercing will heal properly
» what would you take if you were stuck on a deserted island?: The library.. with a hot librarian.. and cookies.
» who would you take to that island if you had to take anyone, dead or alive?: Clearly I mentioned the hot librarian?
» do you like water?: No. Stupid molecule of life. Always wrecking everything.
» if your house was on fire and you could only save a couple things, what would you save?: My dogs, my cat and my purse
» have you ever said ‘i love you’ and not meant it?: Not that I can recall..
» what time is it?: 12:27
» what time did you wake up this morning?: Noonish
» who would you trade places with for a day?: Someone blonde.. I want to test that theory
» have you ever been told you look like a celebrity?: Someone told me I looked like Susan Sarandon once. That hurt. She's about 12 years my dad's senior.
» do you regret any of your past relationships?: I regret things about them. Good came of every one.
» shampoo do you use: It varies. Whatevers on sale.
» perfume do you use: Whatever bottle happens to be close by.
» shoes do you wear: I like flip flops lately.
» are you scared of: Still.. leaving people on hold too long.. my hair falling out

Last time you have…

» cried: Earlier.. it's what I get for watching the gd. Life network
» bought something: Donairs for the boys and I earlier
» gotten sick: I wish I would have.. maybe I wouldn't still be hungover
» eaten: The aforementioned donair
» been kissed: Earlier today.. Rossy on one cheek, Corey on the other
» felt stupid: All the freaking time. Especially when I talk.
» wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn’t: I waited for a really long time.. does that count?
» talked to an ex: This afternoon -- I told Wayne to 'shoot something to be proud of'.. he was going to play golf.
» talked to someone you have a crush on: Yes
» had a serious talk: I think I might have been trying to have one of those patented 'we need to talk' talks last night when I was drunk.. I don't remember and no one will remind me, though.
» missed someone: Every day ending with day I miss someone
» hugged someone: Same as kissed. It was a group thing.

Social Life…

» boyfriend: Lincoln.. most stable man in my life. And he likes when I smell like onions and campfire smoke. Love a man that appreciates the finer things.
» interests: Dogs, reading, Spanish, sex, sexy things, yardwork, flowers, my bed, sexy things in my bed with flowers and having Spanish poetry read to me while my dogs happily frolic in my yard.
» are you center of attention or a wallflower: Centre of the wallflowers.
» what type of automobile do you drive: The nonexistent kind. Eventually, the cheap kind. Eventually eventually, the kind that drives itself.
» would you rather be with friends or on a date: With my best friend, on a date.
» do you have a job: Yeah.. I update bankbooks for old people who hate technology.
» do you attend church: When friends get married.
» do you like being around people: The best answer I can give to this one is “sort of”. I like being around people, but I prefer them to leave me alone.
» who is your role model: I admire very many people for small things.. I can't really answer that though.
» have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: I sure I had a chance with all of them, given sufficient blackmail.
» have you ever cried over the opposite sex: Well, that’s general enough to say yes no matter just about what, isn’t it? But yes.
» have you ever lied to your best friend: Never anything important.
» rather have a relationship or a “hookup”: Relationship, every time.
» do you want to get married: It depends. Explain to me the breakdown on tax benefits. Actually, yes.
» do you want kids: I think I’d more enjoy being 'Auntie Bridgit' and everyone else I know can procreating instead.
» what is your favorite part of your physical appearance: My eyes
» what is your favorite part of your emotional being: I care.. that's important
» are you happy with yourself: I try to be, though I usually need a lot more work.
» are you happy with your life: Actually, yeah. I think things are going great.
» if you could change something in your life right now, what would it be: More money.
» A compliment you got that made you blush: "You're the woman that should have bore my children".. he was about 68 and that's why I blushed.
» You get embarrassed when: I'm wrong. But then I'm never wrong.
» What makes you happy: The new song I downloaded being good, presents, flowers, people I enjoy, winning
» Upsets you: Rather redundant question.

Last…

» person you’ve called: Wayne
» person who’s called you: Wayne, returning my call
» time you wished you could live somewhere else: Whenever I pass a travel agent
» TV show you’ve watched: "Exchanging Vows".. I passed out to it.


» Do you believe in online dating: Not anymore. I just took down my profiles. It's hopeless.
» Do others find you attractive: Yeah.. I'm like a combination of every top supermodel out there.. who wouldn't? Especially if they've seen me dance on picnic tables in only my granny panties.
» you want more piercings: Naw.. I think I have enough holes now.
» you want more tattoos: Maybe. Yes. Maybe.
» you write in cursive or print: My cursive has never been legible. Ever.
» you carry a donor card: Well yes.

Drinking, Winning and Dancing on Picnic Tables

After last night, 3 things must be said...

1) It's a good thing I don't own a lampshade, since one would quite obviously have been on my head last evening.

2) Iced Tea and Rye are not suitable for human consumption when mixed together.

3) Truth or Dare is twice as much fun when alcohol is involved.

My night started out when I went out with Bob for caramels, but since caramel bars are in short supply, we just ended up heading to Chianti's on Whyte for pasta (actually, gnocchi, since he's lead a sheltered existence and has never tried it), and then went to the park to swing (on swings nonetheless) and tried to figure out what all the obscure playground equipment was actually used for. That was fun.

After the poor showing yesterday, I fairly well pounced on the idea of getting drunk last night, so when I got home, saw Corey and Brandon drinking around the fire it took about 3 seconds to convince me that joining in was just about the best idea in

Cor and I tore off to go get more 'supplies' and the Cinnamon Toast Crunch I'd promised Wayne for driving me around all weekend before the grocery and liquor stores closed at 11, and then got back to happily engage in getting the party started.

And so we did. I suggested partway through the evening that we all play truth or dare since we were drinking and inhibitions were down, and contrary to what Mr Roberts says.. it was very fun.

I danced on the picnic table in only my skivvies (beautiful floral granny panties that they were.. I am truly the sexiest girl I know, y'all), Wayne girated to music only in his head while he gave us his rendition of a 'sexy dance' and Rossy made angels in the long grass completely in the nude. Brandon just told us a lot of dirty d's about himself.. he was cheap.

I don't remember dragging my speakers inside and dropping my MP3 player enroute (good thing I have Wayne around to clean up after me), I don't remember Corey snapping pictures of me in my underoos as I girated on the table, and I really don't remember how I got to bed.

I do know that my head/stomach/body/hair all hurt this morning, and that Wayne and I loaded up Linc and rushed off to the show so we weren't late after I leisurely slept in all morning.

And that as we were packing things up, Corey came wandering out of his room looking dejected as hell and quite obviously NOT @ work like he was supposed to be. He was in an accident this morning driving Brandon back home to Sherwood Park and totalled the Mercedes Kompressor he borrowed from his dealership, so was on his way to the hospital to go get checked out.

Corey, Corey, Corey. Only guy I know that actually attempts to compress a Kompressor.

Got to the show, and one of the males that was entered but didn't show yesterday, showed up today. Linc and I took First and Winners Male over him for his first point, so my puppy is now on his way to his Championship.

Drove back, grabbed Mickey D's to counteract the awful feelings going on in my stomach, and he drove Rossy and I to the hospital where we proceeded to spend the next 4.5 hours waiting for x-ray and CT scan results just to get a 'thumbs up, you're free to go home, now' result from the doctor. Here's a note to the morons working at the Royal Alec today... your workload probably wouldn't be so excessive if you just dealt with the things that are easily dealt with and were a little more efficient. 4+ hours just to get x-ray results is a pretty excessive wait time.

Don't worry though.. we pilfered a bottle of the hospital's air freshener since the new roommate smells oddly like ham. We always get even.

Today's New Shit

Well, my competition for points ended up getting pulled today, and before anyone asks the inevitable, "Well doesn't that mean you automatically win?", let me explain. I can't beat myself, so if I have no competition it means I paid $22 for a useless little purple ribbon that I watched blow away while I was walking back into the ring to compete against a champion dog for Best of Breed. No points, though, and that's what I'm really after.

Lincoln was still very well behaved, although he decided part of the way through his examination that he didn't really like chicken anymore. I can't blame him.. even at 10 this morning it was steamy outside.

Wayne was awesome, drove me back and forth to the show site and even ran to Second Cup and brought me back tea. I think I owe him a cake ASAP, before he decides he's sick of playing chauffeur to lil ol' me and furry-face.

And if I didn't think he was the awesomest man ever made already, he bought me a new MP3 player so I don't have to be music-less on the long bus rides to and from work.

"Friends don't let friends go without music", he says.

Yes, I definitely owe him a cake. Possibly my soul.

And Shane called this afternoon while he was waiting to find out "What's in the Van, Man?".. sadly he didn't get the chance to be the eejit who took the $5 in the envelope over the Yamaha Scooter. Man, a scooter would be totally cool.

It's beautiful and my lawn looks like a hayfield, so guess what I'm up to in coming hours?

Bah. Summer.