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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

No I didn't. Yes you did.

The other day Chris remarked to me, "Knocked Up is on Netflix.  I started watching it this morning. It's pretty good!" 

I remarked, "You've seen it". 

"No, I didn't", he replied.

"Yes, you did", I insisted. 




"Yes. We went to the drive-in. I probably have the stub somewhere", I said. 

Not long after, my Facebook notifier announced that Chris had updated his status: "I'm watching Knocked Up on Netflix. I think it's a pretty funny movie - I'm pretty sure I haven't seen it before. Amber says we saw it at the drive in but no part of this movie is familiar to me. I think she went with the girls to the theater.  I think she's currently in the other room searching for the ticket stub to prove me wrong. Did you see Knocked Up with Amber? Or am I destined to be wrong?"

A futile search later,  I was left empty-handed. I know there's a stub somewhere.  During my search he poked his head in the room.  A cocky smirk on his face, wondering how I was getting along - certain I was looking for a stub that "didn't exist".  A shout out to my friend and loyal blog follower, Jodi, who commented that perhaps I'd blogged it. Brilliant!!  I start by using the handy-dandy "search" option on the blog. Nothing. Crap.  I KNEW I saw it just after it was released to theatres. Being together so frickin' long of course it had to be with Chris, right?  Then I thought, well, I suppose, maaaaybe it could have been another guy. So I google the year the movie was released. 2007. Ok, well it had to be Chris. Confirmed. I knew it was the drive-in, so I started in the month of July searching the archives, and lo and behold my boring mundane update post from July 22 had the key I was looking for:

Saved by the blog! Do you know he had the audacity to suggest I might have typed that up and pretended it was written in 2007? :O  Good thing he's cute!  So in addition to proving my undoubted rightness, I've also come to the conclusion of a very important discovery:   I should get back to blogging - it might help me win a few more arguments in the future!

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Cat Saturday

See?  Watching Zoe clean herself is more exciting that watching this season of the Bachelorette.

For my boring life in pictures, my IG profile is open.

I just don't think I can do it

To anyone that might have happened upon my blog in search of Bachelor/Bachelorette highlights, albeit, late ones, I apologize.  To those who read this blog for everything but Bachelor/Bachelorette highlights, come back, because I am going to try to post more often about my actual life.

I still don't feel a bit guilty that Juan Pablo didn't get any blog time. He's still a douche.  Upon a new season again, I started to give the rundown of the Andi season.  I have a post started in drafts and I think we're now on episode 4? I just can't bring myself to do it. My heart's not in it. I don't have any pull by any of the guys, save one.  And well, Andi... Andi clean drives me batshit crazy.  I thought I liked her in JP's season. I'm guessing now that JP's over-the-top douchebaggery made anyone else look better?  Now - having her be the 'star', I just wanna backhand her.  Her overuse of "Ya'll" (told ya didn't I?), and "Stop!!" make me wanna punch things.  And that Grumpy Cat look she gets on her face when she's concentrating on something someone is saying to her, with the quick and frequent, "Mmm hmms"... And don't get me STARTED on the whining and the hormonal crying spasms.

Sorry. I just can't do it.  I don't care who she ends up with. I hope she ends up happy, because I truly don't wish anyone any ill will. I'm just not sure I can give the show the attention it deserves to pop out a highlight reel on a weekly basis.  Maybe this is a sign that I oughta dust off this blog for what I had originally intended it to be - an outlet to improve my writing skills; a journal of sorts to remember some of the important times in my life that is passing me by so quickly?  

Back to go try to finish off this episode. I've paused it and done so many things in between, including instagramming my cat, that I may never get through it.

Happy Saturday :)

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

A loss so profound...

Last Thursday morning, I walked toward my car to go to work and was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sadness as I thought about how easy it is to take for granted the freedom we have with the simplest of things such as being able to leave the house and go about daily life without fear, or looking over one's shoulder. I thought about my neighbors next door in Moncton who were, at the time, locked into their houses with strict instructions to stay inside, doors and windows locked, and retreat to their basements for safety.  A manhunt was ongoing to locate, and capture, an individual who had opened fire in a residential area. His target was the police. And he succeeded in his quest - slaying 3 members, and injuring 2 more.  The shooter managed to evade capture, and heighten fear, for nearly 30 hours until he was successfully and quietly detained by law enforcement without further injury to anyone else.  I'm not going to talk about the shooter. I'm not going to mention his name. I'm not going to glorify him in any way, shape, or form. Suffice it to say he will get his comeuppance.  And it will be just.   

After 30 hours the fear that had gripped a community, a province, a region, was replaced by unimaginable grief and sadness felt by an entire country.  Fallen, in the line of duty, were three members of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.  Three fathers.  Three sons.  Three husbands.  Three friends.  Three heroes...murdered at the exact moment they were running in to protect...

I will name them:
Cst. Douglas James Larche, 40, married, and father to 3 girls, ages 4, 8 & 9 years.
Cst. Dave Ross, 32, married, father to 1 1/2 year old son,  and another baby due at the end of the summer.
Cst. Fabrice Georges Gevaudan, 45, married, stepfather to an 8 year old girl.


Words cannot convey the heaviness in my heart that I feel for the families and friends of these young men.  These brave individuals paid the ultimate sacrifice.  They volunteered their lives to serve and protect - to walk into the line of fire when the rest of the world runs away in fear.  Their loss signifies that the people who do protect our streets, and our cities and towns are not superhuman.  They are not invincible.  And now, they are just a memory.  Six children will grow up in a home without a father.  Three wives will sleep beside an empty space where their husband used to lay.  Countless friends and comrades will have a gap in their social circle that will never close again.

To the brave men and women who protect our cities, thank you.  To the family, friends, and comrades of the fallen officers, my deepest and most sincerest of condolences.  In the words of, Asst Commissioner Roger Brown, "Cst. Gevaudan; Cst. Ross; and, Cst. Larche, to your post.  Dismissed." 

Rest in peace.

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Roses, strippers and drunken debachery: not my weekend, the Bacherlorette, of course

A return to blogging....and the subject of which?  Why, the Bachelorette, of course ;).  I didn't bother blogging about last season's Bachelor, because let's face it, Juan Pablo is a complete and utter douche. And, I just couldn't bring myself to commemorate a damn thing about that season, even if it was to make fun of him on a weekly basis.  Eeee's ok, right? ;)

So Andi Dorfman, the smart girl who caught on to JP's douche-baggery is our next Bachelorette.  I liked her on JP's season, and look forward to what this season has in store.  Having seen the first 2 episodes, her over-use of "ya'll" might be my biggest pick so far.  And maybe her gown choice.  Not that they're not beautiful (the first night's pale pink/silver bedazzled one was stunning) - but, she obviously feels uncomfortable in them the way she carries herself.  Honey, if you don't want your boobs to fall out, choose one with a slightly higher neckline, perhaps? *shrug*.  Oh, and perhaps her veer to the over-dramatic a few episodes in, too. So the guy had a little too much to drink. Kick him out if it offends you.  Ask the producers to reduce the unending flow of available liquor.  But, freak out, in tears, wondering, "What's going on??", and accuse them all of not having the right intentions for being there?  Really?  I thought you were a smart, professional woman of class? Hmm. Maybe you'll have to keep trying to convince me.

So it's still early, but so far, I took a liking to the firefighter (why is he gone already, Andi? Why?), the farmer, and I think that little Nick V. fella is just too cute for words. The ex-pro basketball player gives me the skeevies and I don't trust him; there's an inner snake just dying to get out.  Cody, the beefy personal trainer reminds me of Jeff Dunham's Bubba J.  And seriously, what the eff is a pantapreneur??  Chris Bukowski's attempt to gain access to the house, and Andi's heart, was laughable. I'm glad he was ball-busted from the start.  WTF, fella? Go get a life, already. You're a loser.

And, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the person this season is dedicated to.  Eric Hill, who sadly passed away shortly after filming of the season ceased, was an early favourite for women everywhere, no doubt. His untimely passing makes this season so heart-breaking.  I think the show handled what happened in a tasteful fashion - but I cannot fathom what it must be like to those closest to him, watching the show.  Rest in peace, Eric, your candle was snuffed all too early....

So. Hi. Thanks for reading.  Tell me - are you watching, too? Who's your favourite? Or your favourite to hate?