i watched. in cory's parents' living room, drinking a keith's, riley jumping on and off my lap. i watched. i bit my nails. i twirled my hair. i cursed ryan miller. i covered my eyes every time the americans were on the forecheck. i actually cried when parise scored with 24 seconds left. i considered not even watching overtime. and then, like everyone else in every other living room in canada, we leapt up in unison and hugged each other and cheered so loudly that riley started barking.
i guess after tomorrow i'm going to have to go back to being cynical and making fun of everything. but this moment... well, i'm going to take it. we don't get a lot of them. i'll probably spend it watching cheesy olympic retrospective montages and cry, cause, well, i'm a sucker for a cheesy montage at the best of times.
sidney crosby, obviously (hey, did you all see them show the crowd at big league's? it totally made me homesick.)
the rest of the men's hockey team. even the ones from northwestern ontario
giant canadian flags
the fact that every single status update on my facebook for the past 12 hours has been about the hockey game, even from people who normally would never care about hockey
stadiums full of people chanting "lou"
sweaters with moose on them, and hats with ear flaps
giant beavers
william shatner
tim horton's commercials
the fact that you can always count on us to think that any time, anywhere, nickelback is a good idea
this would have been my pick for the closing ceremonies. but, hey, avril lavigne was cool, too.
today was a big day for me: i got to watch my secret television boyfriend, kevin pereira, interview my secret girl crush, felicia day, on attack of the show. i did think the interview was awesome, but after i recovered from my head basically exploding i thought of a few more questions that i would have asked her.
Keith Jones - he's an author and a hockey player. Sounds familiar! His book isn't available at the local Chapters. Neither is Amy's because my dad bought them all.
Casey Jones - he's friends with the Ninja Turtles. Amy is friends with Matthew and Adrienne.
This guy - Amy also looks good in a suit like that. And she's definitely been to the marina. I threw up afterwards! True story.
so my friend roger (who, admittedly, has been living out of the country for a long time, and therefore can be forgiven for his over-the-top enthusiasm for all things canadian) came up with the actually pretty awesome idea to have a tragically hip themed costume party. really, what could be more patriotic? well, except for a kd lang party where everyone shows up in a three piece white men's suit three sizes too big, although i guarantee you no one'd get laid at that party. also, the hip have a lot of super obscure imagery in their songs that would be pretty fun to interpret sartorially. as i have done here.
garbage bag tree ("at the hundredth meridian") - it might not be the best idea to put a garbage bag over your head if you're going drinking. my solution is a few well-placed holes and a straw.
a lifeboat designed for ten (and ten only) ("nautical disaster") - this might be a little difficult and would probably require a bit of paper mache. but it would be worth it to kick the rest off your pant leg. oh, and go around all night saying "i'm on a boat!"
a forest of whispering speakers ("it's a good life if you don't weaken") - i'm picturing this as someone walking around with a whole bunch of computer speakers making hissing noises duct taped to them. but hey, it's your costume... maybe they're really speakers as in speakers of the house? i don't know. just don't let the garbage bag tree sneak in there as part of the forest.
a soulful gymnast ("greasy jungle") - if you can do a back walkover to the music of stevie wonder, then this might be the costume for you. bonus points if you can do it while singing stevie wonder.
the cloud that entertains ("my music at work") - the thing about this one is you'd actually have to be entertaining; like, bring a banjo or something. otherwise, people might think you're a little cloud that looked a little like me. and that's just lame.
cordelia ("cordelia") - kind of too easy, i guess, but some girls just like dressing up like princesses, OKAY?
bill barilko ("fifty mission cap") - this one is kind of too easy, too, but you could make it interesting and show up as bill barilko in 1962. you know, the year he was discovered. or, you could show up as a leaf with the stanley cup, although people would probably send you home for just being mean.
the stripper ("so hard done by") - it would probably suck to have to go around coughing all night, but it might be worth it if you're the kind of person who likes to use costume parties as an excuse to dress like a slut. which i do!
weathervane jesus ("wheat kings") - i once heard peter mansbridge say this was his favourite song. and i totally don't think it has anything to do with the fact that the lyrics mention the cbc. i think it was more like he always wished he could be invited to a tragically hip themed costume party so he could dress up as a weathervane jesus.
just picture him in a white robe with nsew around his waist. seriously!
super farmer ("poets") - i'm picturing a pair of overalls, a pitchfork, and a cape. i know, i know, capes are dangerous and out of fashion with superheroes. just promise me you'll be careful and not get it caught in the blender when you're making margaritas, okay? i don't want any listophelia lawsuits.
just thought i'd whip this off before i go skate the 1500m. it's going to be tough... those chinese girls are fast. and i'm still in my sweatpants.
the interrobang - so as you may or may not be already aware, i know everything there is to know about grammar in the whole of existence. in fact, i'm pretty sure i invented grammar (but, i mean, i've invented so many things, it's hard to keep track). which is why i'm a little perturbed by this whole interrobang thing (for those of you too lazy to click the link, it's a ! and a ? basically superimposed over each other, denoting the combination of disbelief and excitement contained in those two symbols). i submit (as the inventor of grammar) that there is a subtle yet substantial difference between !? and ?! depending on which aspect of the statement is more important: the disbelief or the excitement. TO WIT:
amy: are you coming over to watch hockey tomorrow?!
john krasinski: actually, i think nbc is showing ice dancing instead.
amy: ICE DANCING!?
john krasinski: yeah, i know. why don't i pick up some cheeseburgers and we can watch season one of battlestar galactica?!
amy: battlestar galactica!? you're the best!
as you can see, amy's first line expresses A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION while her second line expresses ABSOLUTE INCREDULITY. and the last two lines are just cute.
oh, come on, you just know he watches bsg.
chat roulette- i remember back during my undergrad when my friend jen got a webcam. at the time i barely had internet (for some reason, my internet would time out if i didn't shake my mouse every 2-3 seconds. and considering it took me about five minutes to load a page, i spent a lot of time just sitting there like a parkinson's patient). anyway, i'm pretty sure she had something just like chat roulette, where she could just connect to a random person and watch them jerking off -- which we realized pretty quickly was the only thing people really wanted to do on their webcams with random strangers. and although there's lots of stuff that has changed about the internet since then (now, for instance, i get mad when it takes more than 3 seconds to load a page - I'M LOOKING AT YOU, WEBKINZ!), i'm pretty sure that's one thing that has happily remained constant.
a blog dedicated to the fashion of roseanne- roseanne was one of those shows, like home improvement or you can't do that on telelvision, that i watched all the time even though i really hated it. and i think one of the reasons i hated it was because everyone was so homely and so poorly dressed that there was no one on the show i could relate to, you know? but in case there are people who are seriously missing roseanne's colourful muumuus or becky's stylish overalls, they are all extensively and lovingly catalogued here for your enjoyment. i personally love this website for its extensive and loving use of the exclamation point. no interrobangs for this blogger!
but, you guys, they are actually delicious! all you need to do is fry them in bacon fat, then toss them with bacon and, fuck it, might as well serve them on a bed of bacon while you're at it. mmm, brussel sprouts. actually, we tried this recipe with our leftover valentine's bacon, and it was actually really, really good. and not just cause of the bacon fat. the hot sauce was yummy, too.
the baconization of an unsuspecting vegetable
the disney college program - you can go to school at disney world!? and there i was, all those years, going to school at a school. i'm such a sucker.
wasabi smoke alarm - wasabi's okay, you guys. i mean, coat some peas with that stuff and i'm all over it. but there's other smells that could probably wake me up faster. and isn't faster what you want when your house is on fire? i'm just saying. maybe they could hook up with the people who invented the wake n bacon and get something going there. and throw in some brussel sprouts or whatever, i don't know. i'm no inventor. oh, wait...
yeah, that's right. what boys like was reviewed in the globe and mail. and it wasn't even scary! (thanks to august for giving me the good news!)
i guess this kind of makes up for falling in the snow today. twice. well, if "falling" is the same as "being pushed and then having snow kicked in your face." it's so tough being me.
i don't know, you guys might be interested in what i have to say about vc andrews, avril lavigne, and modern art painted by elephants. in which case you should totally check out the interview i did with kerry over at pickle me this (on the new site, which looks fantastic, btw). she baked me scones and let me make faces at her baby daughter and scope out her book collection and was generally incredibly lovely and hospitable, and transcribed the whole conversation from a tape recorder, which kind of blows my mind but also explains why the finished product doesn't include any wild hand gestures or prolonged moments of staring vacantly out the window while i tried to form some semblance of an intelligent answer to one of her super thoughtful questions.
i know the picture isn't very literary, but it makes me laugh when i look at it, mostly because i know it was taken seconds after i had been pushed face first into a snowbank. i also wanted to use that particular picture because i think riley should basically be in every picture ever. she's the cutest dog on the internet!
whatever, you guys; you're just lucky this post isn't just all "top ten olympics i olympics the olympics on our olympics of olympics."
the blue bunny has the power of super smell, which you can tell by his huge ratio of nose to face.
he can sniff out evildoers simply by knowing what they had for dinner three nights ago. as an expert on smells, he prefers that we shower with coconut verbena lime shower gel from bath and body works because it reminds him of when we stole a whole bunch of the little bottles from the hotel in duluth.
the round bird has the ability to turn the feet of the other animals into wheels. this allows slower animals like the turtle to move super fast, especially down hills.
she can also turn herself into a wheel, which is her preferred method of transportation considering she doesn't have any wings. and the swirly tail is for steering, obviously.
the turtle on wheels can, as previously mentioned, move really fast after having his feet turned into wheels by the round bird. but also his shell is pretty much impenetrable, and if you try to shoot him, the bullets will just bounce off, and if you try to stab him, the knife will just basically break.
he does have one weak spot that if you hit it, he will die, but i'm not going to tell you in case you know some evildoers. i'm not saying you'd tell his secret on purpose, but evildoers have their ways of getting information out of you. i'm just giving you plausible deniability, okay?
the yellow alligator could also be a crocodile; she is mysterious like that.
her superpower is that she can transmute into liquid and then back into croco-gator. this is an especially good superpower for an alli-dile because they are so scary to begin with, moreso than most of the animals on the shower curtain. imagine you are an evildoer going to the bathroom and you realize a cute little bunny has appeared in your toilet. not very scary. now imagine it is something that you don't know if it's a crocodile or an alligator in your toilet. very scary! also she is friends with the round bird so once she bites an evildoer's leg off she can just roll away on her wheels.
the happy fish has the ability to make people think their friends are their enemies and vice versa.
the only problem is that the happy fish still needs to live in the ocean like a normal fish, so her super power is only really useful on pirates or evil scuba divers.
the enigmatic owl never lets you know what he is thinking. but what he is thinking is, "if you were an evildoer, i could set you on fire just by blinking my eyes at you."
you know the saying "if looks could kill"? when they made up that saying, i think they were talking about the enigmatic owl.
the enigmatic rooster is actually the brother of the enigmatic owl. i know you are thinking "how could a rooster be the brother of an owl?" but there is actually a completely reasonable explanation involving a dashing but rebellious great-horned owl, a particularly enchanting chicken, and a love that knew no boundaries.
like his brother, the enigmatic rooster can kill you by blinking his eyes at you, but instead of setting you on fire, he will turn you to ice that will never ever melt. although, if either the enigmatic owl or the enigmatic rooster makes a mistake, their superpowers can cancel each other out. but the enigmatic owl and the enigmatic rooster never make mistakes.
the one-eyed cat can make her one eye spin very fast like a spiral.
this serves two purposes; first, it hypnotizes evildoers so that they are completely under the control of the one-eyed cat, and second, it gives the one-eyed cat x-ray vision so that she can see through the evildoers clothing or briefcases to see if they are maybe carrying any explosives or maps to their secret hideout or whatever. this isn't really the most useful super power to have in the shower, since there is nothing to see through, although sometimes just for fun she hypnotizes me so that i turn the water really cold and then laughs when i freak out. i'll be honest: i am not a huge fan of the one-eyed cat.
the freckley dog is the cutest of the shower curtain superheroes, but also one of the deadliest.
that's because she emits a deadly poison when she breathes that basically makes evildoers disintegrate. you probably already know how sometimes the cutest little dogs can have the worst smelling breath; well, the freckley dog is like that times infinity.
the pink bug is as little as a normal bug, except for his legs, which can stretch to be millions of miles long. this might not seem like such a great superpower except when you think about how fast you could get around the world if your legs were a million miles long.
you could make it to china in one little baby step! you could stand under an evildoer and send him to the moon! the other thing is that if one of the pink bug's legs gets cut off, he can grow another one, but this is just something that all bugs can do. at least, that's what my mom told me when i was a kid. although now that i think about it, maybe that was starfish. um, i might have to go back and apologize to a whole bunch of bugs now.
so it's the olympics. you kind of expect things to go wrong. of course, you always hope they are all funny, face-plant-slash-wardrobe-malfunction-y and not as horribly tragic as the events on the luge track even before the opening ceremonies had even begun. it sort of puts all the other accidents and mishaps into perspective. maybe even lets us laugh a little? although let's face it, i would have anyway.
the mechanical arm malfunctions at the opening ceremonies - i loved the opening ceremonies (i even skipped playing 1 vs 100 in order to watch the whole thing) from the flying little girl to the epic donald sutherland voiceover to the giant inflatable polar bear (even the fiddle section, oddly, gave me shivers, which those of you who know me know is very weird considering my deeply-held beliefs about fiddles. could it be possible that, as a maritimer, it is so culturally engrained in my psyche that i will always have an involuntary visceral reaction to seeing ashley mcisaac stomping his foot to "devil in the kitchen"? is this really the thread tying me to my roots, whether i like it or not? or just clancy's withdrawal?). but i was really mostly psyched to see who they chose as the final torchbearer. i mean, we all knew that it was going to be wayne, even though he and walter tried to play it off, but i really just wanted to see it happen, just to remind the whole world that hey, he was ours first. and i was super psyched and surprised (although i guess i shouldn't have been!) to see steve nash out there before him. it was actually while watching the expression on steve nash's face that i realized something was kind of wrong with the second set of poles they were erecting (don't even get me started on the first ones, you know, those totems, which were, seriously, the most phallic things ever. well, until they started raising their arms, which were like phallic-symbols-within-phallic-symbols. it's phallic symbols all the way down!) i even said out loud, "steve nash, why do you look so confused?" then lloyd explained to us that they were having some mechanical problems with erecting the second set of poles (they should have invested in a fluffer... okay, last one, i promise). it was so tense! and yet so funny to watch him holding that polite, good-guy, league-assist-leader smile, knowing he's standing there thinking "HOLY FUCK WHAT DO I DO?!" although it wasn't quite as funny as watching wayne gretzky waiting to get out the airlock at bc place. apparently even the great one isn't immune to the rules of physics.
korean speed skater vs. korean speed skater - it was also pretty tense for the few moments that it looked like korea was going to sweep the men's 1500 short track speed skating final, knocking not only canadian olivier jean out of medal contention, but also the american superstar speed skater apolo anton ohno. but then, in a shocking display of speedskater on speedskater violence, lee ho-suk and sung si-bak took each other out fairly spectacularly. olivier jean didn't end up winning a medal, but came in fourth, which seems to be the canadian way. and fourth is way better than slamming into the boards all tangled up with a teammate. i mean, in speedskating.
american mogul skier vs. the flag - i might have mentioned that we cheered pretty hard when alexandre bilodeau won the first gold medal for canada (putting to rest forever the announcer-favourite phrase "first gold medal on canadian soil," thank goodness). but we shouted nearly as loudly when poor patrick deneen wiped out, recovered slightly, only to pitch head first into one of the flags.
it's even better in slow motion!
i would have felt way worse for him, but i was already kind of mad at the americans for beating jenn heil the night before, and, i mean, come on, as long as everyone's okay, who doesn't like a spectacular wipeout like that one? it's basically what youtube was invented for.
nbc mistaking terry fox for michael j. fox - not all olympic failures come from the athletes.
matt lauer and meredith viera: super-geniuses!
so, here's my understanding of what happens. they're talking about betty fox as a potential final torch bearer. betty fox, the mother of michael fox, who ran the marathon of hope. then they show a picture of terry fox. then they show a picture of michael j. fox. then they eat some smores.
kd lang's pantsuit - i don't think anything has been more controversial this olympic season than the pantsuit kd lang wore during the opening ceremonies while she sang "hallelujah". i don't know. i think she looks handsome.
because matthew trafford's story, "ifaust", is on there, and he's a genius. (i know i've said this before. but should you not believe me, believe douglas & mcintyre, who think he's such a genius they signed him to a two-book deal! so just remember that in the future whenever my genius-identifying powers may come into question.)
* it snowed here all day, snow like the kind you see in movies where it's all fluffy and fall straight down and doesn't sting your eyes or anything, and the trees were all covered in white but it was still okay to drive. then canada won gold. gold! and we all sat around the tv and cheered so loud that all the sugar-high kids who had been running around squealing all night came in and said "you're making too much noise!" and everyone hugged and was super happy. i don't want to take credit for any of this awesomeness or anything, but seriously, when you start the day off with heart shaped bacon, then you know it's going to be a good day.
the olympic opening ceremonies are on tonight! and i know that there are lots of people out there who think that the olympics are nothing to celebrate, but i respectfully disagree. if you ever read this blog you probably know already that i kind of love spectacle. also, i'm really excited to see who is going to be the final torchbearer (sid! sid! sid!). also, i'm unemployed and need something to look forward to. so really, the olympics benefit me in all kinds of ways, which is the most important thing.
it's also 1 vs. 100 live tonight, which i haven't played since i left thunder bay the last time. expect detailed reports tomorrow on how we almost made it into the mob, but didn't. it'll be awesome.
i'm on google street view! wait, let me back it up a second. thunder bay is finally on google street view! and cory's house is now on google street view! and i am standing in front of the house (presumably after just finishing picking up all the pine cones and making a few turns on the john deere, judging by how nice the lawn looks. yes, that's right, i said "making a few turns on the john deere." i am nothing if not a renaissance woman.) i know there are lots of people out there who think that google street view is nothing to celebrate, but i respectfully disagree. if you ever read this blog, you probably know already how i feel about internet superstardom. i just wish i had been waving or holding up a sign that said "hi, mom!"
a&p had this awesome deal where you could buy one of those whole bbq chickens for the regular price, and get free taters, coleslaw, a two litre coke and a bag of two bite brownies for free.
we also got some blueberries. and ice cream! see, we're totally healthy!
i know, right?! it's technically the "family pack," (for family day, i guess, although i'm a nova scotian, so we don't need a day to celebrate our family) although i guess two people can count as a family when they basically eat as much as one.
we bought valentine's cards at the car wash while waiting for the car. just please don't tell anyone who might potentially get valentine's cards from us.
you might think that this picture indicates that i haven't been doing very well on my new year's resolution. but this time last year, that score would have been doubled! i think all things considered, i'm doing pretty well.
i have seriously been facing this kind of adversity for years. some people might say that's pathetic; i say it shows tenacity! also, scrappiness.
i do need to stop playing the penguins. my boys deserve better. i hate hearing the announcer saying stuff like "too bad fleury can't score goals for them, too." i should be playing some team i totally hate.
i also had to stop playing the home team. it's so hard to disappoint all those little xbox peeps in the crowd.
oh my god you guys. it's like they looked into my soul!
i need to make more small talk with people, because i'll "never bond with someone who's grossed out by the graphic hookup details" i've "tweeted about."
my bff "should be an equal, not a sidekick."
when i feel a chick staring me down, i should "stay put and stare right back with a smile" and my "chin tilted up" in order to be more intimidating.
being an "open book - sexually or emotionally" makes men think i'm "not special enough to pursue."
instead of "inching thisclose to someone during a convo," i need to "keep two comfort-feet" between us.
unless i want to wake up in my boss's bed "with martini-infused morning breath," it's time to put my "inner vixen on probation."
once in a while, i need to "try hanging out with guys sans the glittery, cleavage-heavy get up and full face of makeup."
it's time for me to "slide off those rose-coloured glasses" and go from "rah-rah to reality" by thinking about why i am "loathe to acknowledge" my "inner dark girl."
i am "so afraid to compete and fail" that i "never put myself in the game at all."
the perfect book for me would have me "glued to the seat," making me "laugh and cry the whole time." (apparently this involves reading this book, which, according to the chapters website, is being made into a disney musical.)
i am reading in hamilton as part of the litlive reading series. the readings start at 7:30 pm and are held at the bread and roses cafe at the skydragon centre, 27 king william street in hamilton (obviously). there are six of us reading and it is going to be awesome and if you live in hamilton, you should totally come!
i think there might be some kind of football game going on.* super... something? all i know there are nachos involved. anyway, i know you're totally not interested in that.
well, unless the whole thing was directed by famous hollywood directors
i used to tell people i wasn't afraid of anything except raccoons. but apparently, there are six other things.
number one, however, is still raccoons. people think they are adorable little garbage-munchers; they are not. they are vicious wild animals and they are NOT AFRAID OF YOU and they will eat your face off if given the chance.
i can't even watch this
parking in front of people's driveways. this might indicate the onset of ocd, but i have been known to leave my house at odd hours of the day and night to make perfectly sure my car is safely parked on a non-driveway stretch of curbside. it's just so hard to tell sometimes in toronto whether a driveway is a driveway or a yard or an alley or whatever. and sometimes the curbs go down like there's a driveway there, and there really isn't! it's all so confusing.
having important events in my life overshadowed by sporting events. true story: i was born during a canada cup game. not the canada/russia game, which was waaaaay before i was born; not even, as i was always lead to believe by my mother and never bothered to investigate until now (see more lies perpetuated by my mother below!), during a canada/russia game. just during a plain old round robin game in which canada lost to the czechs (they would, as some of you might recall, go on to beat the czechs in the final, but that wasn't until september 15th). this kind of makes it even worse that, according to my mother (and i really have no way of verifying this) the doctor used forceps to pull me out so he could get back to the game. i mean, i could have had permanent dents in my head, and it wasn't even the final! and what i do have is a permanent dent in my psyche which causes me to have the irrational fear that i'm going to, say, schedule my wedding during the olympics, or win the nobel prize during the superbowl or something. but i mean, for the love of god, you'd think the nobel people and the nfl people could work something out!
green pepper seeds. my mother might try to deny this, but she once told me green pepper seeds were poisonous. and while i realize that even if they were (which, according to my internet research, they are not), one pepper seed in my spaghetti sauce is not going to kill me, i still have to make sure that each and every one is removed before i can continue with my cooking. ocd again? maybe. blame it on mom.
lighting barbecues. if you're not a little bit scared of lighting barbecues, then you're probably one of those guys who throws propane tanks on bonfires for fun. not that i would know any of those kind of guys.
bees and wasps. i guess this one isn't totally irrational: when i was five years old i stepped in a wasp's nest. around that same time, i went to kiss my grandfather and a bee flew in between my mouth and his cheek and stung me on the lips. a couple of years later, i was out walking with my mom and i went to smell a flower and a bee flew out and stung me on the nose. a couple of years after that, a bee flew into my hamburger while i was putting on my mustard and then, when i bit into it, stung the roof of my mouth. BEES CLEARLY HAVE IT IN FOR ME. end of story.
so i'm not really much for reporting on breaking literary news (there are people out there who do it far better than i ever could) but i do tend to follow it, and i had heard about the canadian history society changing the name of its magazine from "the beaver" to "canadian history," since, well, search engines tend to think it's dirty. apparently, stephen colbert heard about this too, and thought it was a terrible reason for a magazine to change its name. so tonight on his show he asked the colbert nation to log into urban dictionary and define "canadian history" as something even more dirty.* i don't know how well this will work, but i do know this is a man who talked himself onto the us olympic speed skating team, so if i were the canadian history soctiety (man, don't try to type "history" while dyslexic!) i'd be considering other options.
i want to say, "aww, how cute," but i'm really kind of afraid he's basically just a raccoon with a flatter tail.
unfortunately, my high school canadian history teacher's idea of teaching us canadian history was to make us watch the last of the mohicans while he slept behind his desk, so this list might be more aptly titled "top ten new names for 'the beaver' based on what a graduate of the public school system knows about canadian history." although i'll have to check urban dictionary in the next few days cause if the definition of "canadian history" changes as much as i think it will, then i might be more of an expert than i originally thought.
"stuff i should have learned in high school but was too busy trying to look like i wasn't crying while watching the last of the mohicans"
"stuff i learned from canadian heritage moments, and the ensuing drinking game we invented surrounding canadian heritage moments"
"stuff heather told me about her thesis while we were drunk and walking back from the bar"
"bears in canoes" (this started out as a typo; i meant to type "bears and canoes," but "bears in canoes" is so much more badass!)
"louis riel: what's up with that concrete wall, anyway?"
"stuff i either read on little plaques, or half-listened-to when it was being reiterated by high school kids dressed up in costumes at national historic sites, or on brewery tours"
"universities founded by pirates! and other possible myths perpetuated at dalhousie"
"the log-driver's waltz" (i think that's a really good one! seriously... i'd buy that magazine.)
rip, kate mcgarrigle
*update: it's bad. it's 64 definitions of bad so far. i forgot that he said it should be something involving moose antlers, a jar of maple syrup, and the stanley cup. but apparently, america did not forget.
okay guys, i've been going through complete and total puppy withdrawal for the past little while so i hope you can forgive me for this self-indulgence (oh, and i guess in that case for basically, um, every other post on this blog, and really, if you think about it, the entire idea of blogs in general) but i'm sorry, cute puppy pictures are sort of like methadone for puppy withdrawal.
actually, this was going to be another "top ten cute things about jake" but then i was looking through the THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS of pictures i have of him and couldn't decide on just one. and then i thought, why bother explaining what's cute about him, since the pictures are so much more effective? but i would like to tell you that whenever my mother asks him "where's amy?!" he goes all crazy and runs to the window to look for me. that's pretty much numbers 1-10 right there!
ps. does anyone have a dog i can borrow? he doesn't have to leave your house... i just want to play with him. i'll even take a cat!
