Dear "Anonymous"...

Point 1: I don't like spoilers. I purposely don't read spoilers, and when faced with a situation where someone in my midst is about to mention something that will spoil something for me, be it they've read a spoiler, or I'm late in watching something I've recorded, I quickly plug my ears and hum, "The Song that Never Ends" rather loudly to drown them out. I don't appreciate your spoiling my Bachelorette fun. Boooooo to you!

Point 2: When spoiling other people's fun, please note the following tip -- perhaps add a few lines of space after your "***** Spoiler" note so that people don't actually READ your spoil in their peripheral! See below:

***** Spoiler alert *****







blah, blah, blah, blah, spoiler-blah

Signed,
me.

P.S. To any of my faithful readers who are also Bachelorette enthusiasts, don't read the comments on the post below.

Justin - Liar*

Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee, eh?

Justin, Justin, Justin... Well, you know, it did work for Wes last time 'round. As much as the ladies (and the rest of America) hated him, he did achieve what he set out for, and that was recognition. If contempt and hatred are the type of recognition you're looking for....

Justin didn't gain any brownie points as he slithered out of there like an eel. He probably wouldn't have made it to the final 3 anyway, and I gotta say, I loved that she called him out in front of all the rest of the guys! (It was slightly reminiscent of a time I did the same thing with a guy who was two-timing me with another girl. I can't even remember how I encountered this other girl, but one night, she invited me over to her apartment and we shot the shit (and got along rather swimmingly, I might add), and then invited him over. I was a 'surprise' for him. He reacted in the very same fashion, actually).

Honestly, after the initial drama at the beginning of the show, the rest of it just sorta fizzled. Craig the soft-body won the wrestling event (was that to commemorate Justin's time on the show, btw?)...big deal. Ty got stuff rubbed over his body...big deal. Frank bought a rug...big deal. But, we did get to see Roberto's hip flexors, so it wasn't all dull :). Still ... did I really miss out on an early bedtime for that??

*Thanks to Kirk for the help with the blog title. It should be put on a t-shirt ;)

ya don't say??

I knew it wouldn't last!

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20396471,00.html

It actually lasted longer than I thought it would. And, I gotta hand it to him -- super classy doing it over the telephone.

A weekend in review

I don't know about the rest of you, but the weekend went by in a flash for me. I suppose having to work Saturday seemed to shorten it up a bit. Friday night we joined the Moshers for an impromptu feed of nachos and other deliciously sinful things. I'm hopeful that the many laughs helped to burn off a few of the calories ;). Thanks Moshers :) :).

Saturday night the intent was a quick stop at the grocery store for a few meal ideas for the coming week. Normally we're Sobeys shoppers (what can I say? I have a hope of finally getting a trip out of the AirMiles - regardless if it takes me 20 years to accumulate enough points to head to Nova Scotia, damnit!), but this time we headed to Superstore on account of BOGO chicken. Turns out the chicken that was on sale was sold out (of course), so we didn't get what we'd intended out of the trip. Combine the fact that we're novice Superstore shoppers - not knowing where anything was - it was a long, long trip to the store. I'm hopeful that what calories not burned by Friday night's laughter were later burned by the multiple trips around the damn store. From there, it was too late to do anything - we stopped for a movie (The Box) -- I didn't last long though, quickly falling to such a sound sleep I was made leave the couch and go to bed for the snoring! Chris said the movie sucked, and told me the ending of it, so I guess I won't bother to try to watch it again.

Sunday, Chris & I headed over to Fort Amherst and each participated in a kite-flying event that was held there. I guess it's an annual thing, and there appeared to be a pretty good turnout. There wasn't a lot of breeze, so keeping our Smurf & Spiderman kites up was sometimes a challenge, but we managed to outlast a lot of them. I eventually ran out of string and got bored coming on the end of it. Our friends Thomas and Bobbie-Jo joined in the fun as well. Unfortunately, Thomas' homemade kite, the "Super Ghoost" (the misspelling allowed it to take on it's very own meaning), didn't fly. After having our fill of flying we then headed back into Charlottetown to check out "Diverse City", a multicultural street festival, with ethnic foods, crafts and entertainment. The place was packed, which was a great sight. We tried a variety of different things, then finally topping them all off with a walk to the boardwalk and an ice cream, landing home sun-kissed and sleepy from the day.

It was a fun, fun weekend! I hope you all had a great one, as well. And now, we're back to Monday....fittingly, it's pouring rain. ;)

You make me swoooooon

When I was a kid, the sun rose and fell on Bo Duke. The Dukes of Hazzard was my favourite tv show. During that interval I think I solely kept Tiger Beat in business, for it allowed me to wallpaper my bedroom walls with his face. There was a large poster on my closet door that I faithfully kissed goodnight before each bedtime. I was obsessed. I think I would even be mingled into those crazies you see who bawl when they encounter their celebrity of choice. I had it bad folks. I had dreams of the white picket fence and miniature Bo Duke's running around at my feet. I even had John Schneider's album (yes, folks, he had an LP) and would sing along to it nightly. I dreamed he was singing to me. I'm fairly certain the album is still at Mom's, too, and I bet that I could sing along to the words even today.

Though nothing as notable as Dukes, John Schneider still has been seen in small roles on various TV shows and made for tv movies. And even though I'm no longer attracted to 'pretty blonde' guys, I have to admit - he's still pretty darned handsome.

Tell me, who rocked your socks, back in the day? Whose face was found plastered all over your walls?

Why did the man lose his job in a fruit packing firm? *

I'm sorry, but this had Chris and I both laughing so hard the tears were running down our cheeks.

*He kept throwing the bent bananas away.

What's not to love?

Moments ago...sprawled out on the love seat whilst watching Judge Judy:

Me: "Stop farting!"
Chris: "Right; that's like telling the sun to stop shining".

He's all mine, folks...allllll miiiine.