My God CBC!

Seriously, I read the headline "Mark Carney's Bag: The aftermath", and I just about spit out my delicious curried quinoa and apricot stuffed pork loin with balsamic vinaigrette wrap.

Hey little weirdo

Maggie and I were going through our boxes of old school stuff while watching the Rider game at Don and Dorothy's on Sunday. Found a school assignment that asked me to predict events for 1990. I predicted my Grandparents would come home from Texas one week late, that I would get three 1s on my report card, and that Ronald Reagan would die on May 14th, 1990.

Seriously, 8 years old. What a little nut I was. Trying to think of why 8-year old me would have such a hate on for Ronald and the only thing I can come up with is that the wall had just come down and I might have thought he was being a bit smug to poor old Gorbachev.

Also discovered in a report card that my grade three teacher identified my FEAR OF FAILURE as the major barrier in my life. Proud to say this issue still dominates my life every day.

A Puggle's Perspective

I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf I'm gonna barf

Blllleegh hack oh horrible life! Gaaaahk hork oh the humanity! Huuglb...oh, that was not much - apologies for amaking a terrible scene. Please, let me outside as that is where I am supposed to be when abarfing. Thank you.

You know, I could ause some leftover chicken...you horrible woman.

Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris Kris, let me lick your face. It was only a very small about of barf, nothing to be aconcerned about.

WE'RE GOING TO THE PAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!! I will spin in circles to aindicate my excitement.

What tha?! Heyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey...there was a f@#king cat in my kennel. Agoddammit! Worst life EVER!

Love this.

Everythings Amazing & Nobodys Happy

My standing army

I've constructed an army of ewoks. They are fiercely loyal to me and extremely cunning. Beware.

On another note, I brought the second stray cat of the year home today. The first one turned out to belong to someone in the neighbourhood who, no doubt, had to pay a hefty fee to get her out of the pound. So I suppose you could say I catnapped that one. I have a feeling the $250 fine I received a few weeks ago for taking my unlicensed dog to the dog park may have been a little karmic.

This new cat however, was in distress and clearly did not have anywhere to be. She showed up in the parking lot at work. As I was leaving to pick a letter up from campus, I noticed an Innovation Place employee on the phone and a very tiny, very pregnant calico looking longingly through the glass doors. It did not take long for a small group of people from the building to gather. The group seemed to agree that we should call SCAT, rather than the SPCA, but their offices were closed and the Innovation Place fellow would not, under  any circumstances, allow the cat in the building - not even in the loading dock, which I thought was really unhelpful but hey, that's a crown corporation for you.

Anyway, no one seemed sure of what to do so I offered to take her home until we could reach someone at the cat rescue. The long and short of it is she spent the afternoon in Griff's kennel in our garage (heated garage if any of you are worried), but in the end someone who works for Amec in my building offered to take her home and foster her until her kittens are old enough to adopt. I'm so glad there are people like that in our world.

I should also note that Griff was extremely displeased that I faked her out by coming home for 10 minutes this morning, capped off by the ultimate betrayal of giving away her leftover chicken to a cat.

An observation

Today I am wearing various items made in Spain, Jordan, Egypt and Bangladesh.

I think I was made in Canada, but who knows really.

Just a reminder that this is awesome.

Staines-upon-Thames!!! HAAAHAHAHA

This is good for a midday giggle.

Embarrassing Staines? UK town considers changing its awkward name to boost its fortunes

Movember!!!

Kris is giving his face over to the prostate cancer cause this month. He grows superior beards/moustaches and I am in full support. You can support his Magnum P.I. look by donating to Prostate Cancer Canada here: http://ca.movember.com/mospace/965282/

Or, if you still use cheques, you can write a cheque payable to 'Prostate Cancer Canada', referencing Kris' name or Registration Number 965282 and mail it to: 

Prostate Cancer Canada, Suite 306 145 Front Street East, Toronto, ON M5A 1E3, Canada.  

All donations are tax deductible to the extent permitted by law. For more details on how the funds raised from previous campaigns have been used and the impact Movember is having, visit: http://ca.movemberfoundation.com/research-and-programs.