RAGE

I.have.SO.much.rage.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1305458/Facebook-protest-woman-cat-wheelie-bin-gets-police-protection.html

She petted her.

How can anyone even think of doing something to a poor, defenseless animal? Now she's under police protection due to the popularity of a protest group on Facebook? I tell you one thing, I'd sure like to introduce myself to this middle-aged British c*#@!

Wild?

Ok. Being song-bombed with a little "Born to be Wild" is not my idea of starting the day out on the right foot.

Eugh.

"Git yer motor runnin'.....".........bah!

UPDATE:
full moon + PMS + 4 mos til Christmas Day + being song-bombed (still hours later) with "Born to be Wild" = CRANKY Amber

"The only honest thing about you are the pimples on your chin."*

• Ok, so that was the BEST episode of this entire season!
• Watching Kathy, Brendan, Lane and Hayden's faces as they tried to both think and stay erect on a moving platform was laughable at its finest.
• I wanted to punch the Zingbot in the metal face, and would have been willing to place bets that it was Rachel inside it.
• "Why don't you count your friends? Done already?"**
• I think I'd almost pay money to see more banter between Ragan and Ra-tress. That comment she made about him being such a bitch because he was gay was the absolute lowest of the low. Though, I can't say I'm very surprised she'd stoop to that sort of level in trying to make the house sympathize with her "plight" of being barraged (smartly) by Ragan. Oh, and have I mentioned yet how much I LOVE Ragan?
• Nothing says "I love you", like a message in pretzels. *gag*
  
• Brendan really is just a big oaf, isn't he?
• I cannot wait to see the DPOV played tomorrow night -- though, I am very nervous of what it might mean for Britney's time in the house...
  

*Best quote of the night. It was hard to pick just one though. And, all in contention were voiced by Ragan, of course ;).
**Second favourite quote of the night.

A moment of pride...

Chris made it into the paper!

http://www.theguardian.pe.ca/Arts/Entertainment/2010-08-14/article-1672671/Focal-points/1

Holland College has been hosting a one-day photography bootcamp. It's specifically geared to those people who own a digital camera that really don't know what all the buttons mean/do. Chris was chosen to be the guide, and he starts with some classroom instruction, before the group is then bussed out to some of the Island's most picturesque locales. On location, the group then get some hands-on experience, and professional critique, when practicing what they've learned from inside the classroom.

The camp was supposed to be a summer gig, but there's talk of the potential of extending it into the fall. For more info, and if you're interested in signing up, click on the link below:

http://www.hollandcollege.com/bootcamps/photography_bootcamps.php

I might be a bit biased, but I have it on good authority that the bootcamp instructor is pretty awesome :)

Dreams that weren't so sweet...

I woke up in tears this morning - after a fitful night of dreaming the same dream, over and over. It wasn't the exact same dream, but the subject repeated itself over and over... and it got progressively worse. You know how bad you feel when you dream that someone close to you is dying or has died, and the relief you feel when you wake up, and sigh -- knowing that, thank GOD, that was just a dream? Have you ever woken up from such a dream, wanting desperately for that sense of relief, but it's not there, because the person is no longer there? Before today, any dream I've ever had where Dad's been in it, he's just been there - happy, healthy, a part of our lives. Never sick. Last night/this morning's recurring dreams saw him in bed, increasingly sicker in each dream...physically changing each time I went to see him, and in the dreams, I was coming to the realization that he was dying. I've never woken up with such an empty feeling in my life.

The last time I woke up I didn't let myself go back to sleep because I was afraid of what the next dream would be.

I miss him so much.

Tequila-vomit-hundred-dollar-bill?

Sir Neander-tall, Knight of the Big Brother house fell "madly in love" after 38 days, eh? That's gotta be true love. Especially how he compared her to a witch. That was wickedly romantic, wasn't it? I half expected him to get down on one knee before the verdict came out. "Sadly", his expert little ploy didn't work. His chivalry failed, and his "Lady" had to go home after a unanimous vote and their little showmance has to take a hiatus. I'm thrilled that it was Rachel to leave...not that I like Brendan anymore, but I can tolerate his stupidity a lot more than I can tolerate her whining and that g.d. laugh.

I'm sure the entire house were shaking in their boots when he warned them all to get ready for his wrath.

{And what did Julie mean by it might not be the last she shes of the BB house?}

Did you have your blizzard today?

Psst!!! Today is Miracle Treat Day! You know what that means? That means it's a guilt-free day to eat a delicious ice cream treat, because you're doing it for the children.

I hear a cookie dough blizzard calling my name........