Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Danger, Will Robinson, DANGER!

As I made my breakfast this morning, some giggles escaped as I recalled a surreal sight from a few days earlier.

It was pouring rain as Newf and I drove through the city. Suddenly, my eye caught sight of a senseless senior standing in her driveway. She was a tiny thing with tightly curled white hair, and every other attribute one would assume a cute little old lady to have (including the tight-lipped grimace).

The woman stood firmly planted in a puddle, both hands tightly grasping a mighty and massive leaf blower. For whatever reason, the lady was hell-bent on blowing the wet leaves clumped and congregating in her driveway.

At first glance, the whole scene seemed merely silly, not stupid. Why this lady needed to clear leaves from her driveway on a sopping wet, soaker of a morning was questionable, but certainly not crazy. What was a little nutty was the fact that this lady was using an electric leaf blower. Not a word of a lie - this woman stood soaking wet, gripping her blower with gut-so, a long yellow extension chord trailing from the blower to the nearest available electrical outlet.

Did I mention it was raining really hard?

As I described the scene to Newf, interchanging chuckles with concern, he matter-of-factly glanced in my direction and said: "Lindsay, when you get to be that age you just don't give a fuck anymore."

Fast forward to this morning. As I made my breakfast, I couldn't help but be saddened by the idea of a funky, fearless lady who no longer cared about her safety. That's exactly when my bagel got stuck in the toaster.

Naturally, I grabbed a fork to fish it out.

I looked at the fork, and then looked at the burning bagel as said, "Fuck it, I'm going to fork it."

Let's just say that I lived to tell the tale. My breakfast was saved - and that little lady got her driveway cleared. It was a lesson well-learned: sometimes, rules are made to be broken.

Sounds good to me.

Your dangerous diner,


PS. Please let me stress that this is a humorous piece, and is in no way meant to suggest that holding electrical equipment while standing in a puddle (or in any way covered in moisture) is a good idea. Please do not try this at home.

PPS. Just in case, I should also stress that inserting metal objects into electrical appliances is also a bad idea. You can try this at home, but don't hold me responsible if you die or get harmed in any way. You may also ruin your hair.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Music Monday: It's A Wicked World

Good morning boys and girls!

After a long hiatus I've finally got a musical Monday morning for you.

This week I am featuring the enchanting Laura Jansen!

She's a serious femme fatale who seems to be newish to the scene. I only just heard of Ms. Jansen the other night, when she performed live on Craig Ferguson (my favourite late night comedy king).

Her single completely caught me off guard - I really liked it! This lovely lady writes about her life (most recently a breakup) and according to her website, today's catchy track "urges listeners to uncurl from the fetal position, grab some friends, and go have fun." Further, Jansen describes, " 'That song is about how it's time to go out and meet some men. It's time to do some drinking, because being depressed is getting old."

Now, I haven't suffered a nasty breakup, but that doesn't mean I don't sink with sadness.

It's Monday. Even worse, it's Monday morning.

Unless you salivate at the sour, you, too, could use a little bit more fun. I know I could.

Check out her cheeky video, I'm almost positive it'll make you smile:

Did you smile? Honestly? I cracked a full grin once Hansel and Gretel hit the screen.

Personally, I love a good rule breaker, a cliche kicker, or just a good old play on life.

Laura Jansen, your jolly little tune brightened my day. Thanks for the solid song.

Finding fun with fairy tales,


Friday, October 21, 2011

My Fashion Forward Friday

Well, my friends, welcome to my fun-filled Friday!

Today, I provided the lovely Sasha Jones with some fodder for her fabulous fashion-minded blog! If you like pretty dresses, mad makeup and curly-cue hair take a look!

Even if you don't, take a little look at Sasha's blog, LA Inspiration, for some sun-soaked stories (straight from LA).

Hope you have a fabulous weekend!

Waiting for the weekend,


Thursday, October 20, 2011

I'm back (for now)!

So, is it time to jump back into the blogging world?

I think so.

I wonder how long I'll hold out this time.

Your cheeky little bugger,


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Storm Front VI

It's been a gusty night in London, Ontario, my freaky friends!

Lots to discuss, but for now, my best shot of the night:


This storm was like nothing I have ever experienced before.

My thoughts if the thunder or tornadoes thrashed you tonight,


Monday, August 15, 2011

Music Monday: Disease-d

My fresh-faced friends,

Mondays are always a little rough.

And Matchbox 20's Disease is so smooth (pun intended).

You've gotta love a good taped live show. Find the official video here.

And that's all I've got to say about that.

Digging the disease (but not the early morning),


Monday, August 8, 2011

Music Monday: That Funky Music

Good evening my Monday friends!

I'll be honest - this morning was rough. I was all excited last night (something about a really good looking vampire) and stayed up much too late.

The inevitable happened, and I slept in this morning. I managed to make it to work on time (and in top form), but let me tell you, I was a little off kilter all day.

So, today, I needed something really damn cool. Something I could boogie down to, something that demands a little off kilter action.

To the Parentals - I know what you did in the seventies. It was all a little sideways, no?

I bet it looked good on you, and it probably felt even better.

Now for the good stuff, the natural high. We all know drugs are bad. You should never, ever, touch them. Not one little bit. Not even if you nothing else to live for. At least that is my disclaimer.

Get ready to bop to the beat of Wild Cherry and their bad ass ballad "Play that Funky Music":

Did you happen to watch the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards last night?

We had it on, but I forced the Newf to turn it off. It seems the majority of those kids are too young to hold my interest. That, or I'm too old.

Either way, after watching that, I don't feel old anymore. You rock, Wild Cherry.

Avoiding the Nickelodeon green garbage, cool cure and pretty powders,


Monday, August 1, 2011

Music Monday: Beating the Business

Good morning my loves!

I have something very special for you! Yes I do!

In order to celebrate my sexy sashay back into the workforce I have a fun little ditty (and definitely not the original video).

This song was written by a guy called Randy Bachman. You might remember him as a member of The Guess Who.

Anyways, Bachman based this song on a recording technician who worked with his band. Some lyrics, "take the 8:15 into the city" and the song's title "White Collared Worker", for example, were born purely because of Bachman's muse. This specific technician took an 8:15 train to get to work and wore the standard uniform of audio technicians - a white collared shirt.

When Bachman first played his new song for the lead singer of The Guess Who, Burton Cummings, he did not receive positive reinforcement. Instead, Burton stated that the band would never play the song and insisted that he was ashamed of Bachman (it seems that the first guitar riff of the song was awfully similar to The Beatles "Paperback Writer").

Cummings was scared of getting sued, and swore it would never be played. Bachman still wanted his song played.

To make a long story short, an ironic twist of fate gave Bachman the opportunity to sing his "White Collared Worker" on stage with his second band, a little group called B.T.O.

Bachman exchanged the previous "White Collared Worker" title with "Taking Care of Business", a catchphrase of a DJ he had heard over the radio. The disputed guitar riff was revised, and "Taking Care of Business" was born.

Enjoy this saucy little version of B.T.O.'s "Taking Care of Business"! I hope it ramps up your Monday!

I'll never look at mopping the same way. Hoover, anyone?

What do you do to spice up your housework?

Done my first day,


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Photo Feedback: Friday Night at the Horse Show

I have a problem. I have piles of photographs and no one to critique them. Some of the photos are funky, and some of them have flopped.

If I post them, do you think you could critique them? I don't care what qualifications you have (or don't have), because everything helps! Maybe it is the content, or the lighting, or whatever. If you would change it, I want to know.

Of course, if you think it is the best thing you've ever seen and you would pay millions and millions of dollars just to hang it in your home, don't hesitate to give me a shout. Hey, it's going to happen. I'm amazing.

And finally, if you are like me, and want something constructive shoot me a photo and we'll get it up here (with due credit and links, of course).

First up, I have a couple of shots I took at a horse show last weekend. I really liked them, but they seemed to have flopped.

Too bad.


Rodeo Drive


Ribbon Holder Ham

And finally, everyone's favourite:

Cattle Prod

If you want to see the other five shots I really liked, check out my Flickr page. Do you have a photography website or Flickr page? Let me know where!

Creating criticism,


Monday, July 25, 2011

Music Monday: You Know Amy's Good

It is a sad day that a girl riddled with as much talent as Amy Winehouse dies, only to be remember as an addict.

Everyone of us will die. Some of us will be junkies, but only a special few can sing like Winehouse could.

Let's remember the talent, not the shortcomings. Because let's face it people, we all have our faults and our addictions (I'm partial to milk chocolate).

Here is one of my favourites, You Know I'm No Good, by Ms. Amy Winehouse:

Do you lament the loss? Do you believe in the Forever 27 Curse? Did you know the club of chance existed?

Tell me why (and remember, karma is a bitch)!

Singing (Amy's) Swan Song,


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Music Monday: You're Unbelievable

Today's track is for my peeps. They are 100% unbelievable. Grooooooooaaaaaan!

Granted, today's song may have used before is known for its profanity. Before I explain, take a quick little listen to EMF's Unbelievable:

The video is less than thrilling, I know. But, did you hear that? Take a closer listen to the chorus - there is a background vocal that can be vaguely heard saying, "What the fuck was that?"

Now typically, this would require strict editing before any type of radio play proceeded. However, these lyrics were never edited (probably because they were considered incoherent background vocals). Now you know better, you are armed for pissing off only the most prominent prudes with your newfound musical knowledge.

Considering the sheer amount of air time Unbelievable has received since its release, and the amount of times the f-bomb is dropped in this specific song, this track is likely responsible for the most profanity ever heard over radio.

Not enough? You want more?

Well, know that according to the song on the B-side of the Unbelievable single was a song called "EMF" (a self-titled track). This song included the chorus: "E! Ecstasy! M! Motherfucker, motherfucker! F! From us to you…"

What would their mother think? I can tell you, mine would not be impressed.

Now that I've mentioned my Mother, here's a fun fact about me: when I was in university I rarely studied in the library. When I did I would do the natural thing - scope out a chair close to a cute boy. I'd set up my song, wait to catch his eye and then I'd push play.

Who needs poetry when you've got a ready-to-go, an "unbelievable" if you will, catchline?

To try my little trick, know that my sweet spot is right around 1:17. A note to catch his attention, and wham bam thank you ma'am!

Starting to get saucy,


Melting and Mushy

Today, my intriguing Internet friends, this song is for you.

After your lovely response to my return, I couldn't help but send you all a shout out. Partially because you are all so damn cute, but mainly because you make me feel so damn good.

You see, this year I have made a conscious effort to discuss the things (about me) that make me feel extremely ill-at-ease. My hopes were that all this "talk therapy" would ease my insecurities while reducing some of the stigma some of my nearest-and-dearest felt about some of the problems plaguing my own person.

It seems, that like my attempted giveaway, I have only succeeded in falling flat on my face.

That's okay - because you know what? I can laugh about it now. Six months ago, that wouldn't have happened.

I attribute a major part of my small success to you, my beautiful blogging buddies.

You guys ROCK. MY. WORLD.

Thanks people. Your comments, emails and good old fashioned tongue-in-cheek movement (and I mean that in all seriousness) really mean a lot.

You really make me smile; I hope I can do the same for you.

Now for the music. Keep reading, we aren't done yet.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Watch Your Tongue, Newfoundland!

In other news.... I caught Newf saying "whatevs" today.

I told him if he keeps that up he is going to have to eat the at the table with the rest of the sixteen year old girls.

Let's just say, he didn't like that. I had to make my own lunch. It was delicious: peanut butter on whole wheat.

Serves me right, I suppose.

Do you have any throwback sayings? I'm a big proponent of "eh". What can I say, I'm a proud Canadian.

Getting saucy with the spouse,


Friday, July 15, 2011

Emphasizing the Employed

Well boys and girls, I guess I better drop the bomb.

I got a job.

Yep, that's right - this lady will no longer be living a life of leisure. I'm a working girl now.

Well, two weeks from now. Then I'll be the biggest bad ass employee you've ever seen. That's right, a big bad ass who bikes to work and vomits when faced with the prospect of public interaction.

I only got sick twice this morning. It could've been worse - once I got so nervous on a pet-themed photo shoot I graced a garbage can with the remnants of my lunch. I missed, slightly, but no worries, a lovely retriever took care of it.

I got some really good pictures of him and his owner was happy, so I called it a wash.

Thank goodness the majority of my new position is telephone based. Otherwise, it could get messy. I've worked the phones before, I know what they are about and I'm pretty darn good at what I do.

I'm paid to be happy. Let's just say I'm good with a mute button and even better with a flipped finger thumbs up.

I'm so cool. Like really, blistering and completely bitching cool.

Actually, I am. Do you know anyone else with paper puke bags decorated with glitter?

A life in the day of Linnie.

What do you think of me now? Is the glitter too much?

Faintly flippant,


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Parentals Have Crossed Over

Today The Parentals found land. That means that my retired parents have successfully just sailed across the Atlantic Ocean on a 38 foot boat. .

It only took them twenty-four days. Rumour has it, they ran out of liquor around the fourteen day mark. Let's just say they've been drifting for awhile.

You can read all about it on my Dad's blog, Benners Adrift, if you are so inclined.

Way to go Parentals.

Happy my parents rock (and the ocean didn't rock them),


Monday, July 11, 2011

Music Monday: Sunscreen and Schmich

Today's track is technically a musical single, but features a lot of talking. Released by Baz Luhrmann, on the album Something for Everybody this is a piece that I try to listen to every couple of months. I never, ever get nostalgic while doing so. Ever. I'm not that old yet.

The speech at the basis of the song is widely rumoured to have originated from an MIT commencement speech, given by a gentleman by the name of Kurt Vonnegut. The fiction filled tale was so convincing that Mr. Luhrmann himself was frantically searching for Vonnegut as to secure permission to record the speech.

In fact, the speech was published as a column in the Chicago Tribune on June 1, 1997. Written by Mary Schmich, it was introduced as the commencement speech she would give, if ever asked to do so.

Despite publishing a follow-up piece on August 3, 1997, credit is rarely attributed correctly to Ms. Schmich.

So here it is, my friends, Everbody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen). Consider picking up the album (if you can find it). I love it, but haven't had much luck replacing the copy I lost. It is probably hiding in some Disney vault somewhere. Damn those dwarves (I speak to the Snow White version, I've always thought they were a little shady).

So, how about it - are you fanatic about sunscreen? Do you rock the tanned look? Personally, I'm whiter than a bowl of vanilla ice cream. I tend to burn quickly (my record is fifteen minutes for a burn received in North Carolina a month or so ago).

Screening the sun (through tinted windows),


Saturday, July 9, 2011

It's a Gaggle....Of Geese

I know that it isn't Wednesday, but I'm feeling a little dangerous and wanted to break back into this blogging with something a little droll.

The Newf snapped and sent me this picture on his way home from work. We were still in Toronto at the time.

Newf's Gaggle of Geese

Something about this straggling gaggle just seemed fitting. They look like my kind of geese - the feisty, flapped, Canadian kind.

Giggling at the gaggle,


*Note: Let it be known you should not approach Canadian geese - they can get a little nasty. When I get a goose (and I will get a goose) it will be of the white garden variety. I will feed it toast from the window and give it a good Dutch name. I promise.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Music Monday: I Promised You Disco

The last time we spoke, I promised you disco.

I have delivered.

After looking through scores of silly little disco songs, I settled on my tried and true - The Bee Gees. This song became an immediate favourite. I loved it before I knew it was popular, because baby, that's just how I roll.

So, um, tight pants. That's certainly an old take on "junk in the trunk".

When I was a child I loved this song SO much, I had to learn the lyrics. So, there I sat, the lyrics copied in my odd little handwriting, singing my heart out.

Be glad you missed it. I can't sing.

Point being, the lyrics have been emblazened into my brain and will remain that way for the rest of my life. Being a country girl, this bad boy track is a required feature at any good wedding, buck and doe, or any other event that includes a lot of liquor and a little bit of a crowd.

When it is blaring over the speakers, you can find me making rounds around the dance floor, shaking my swagger and singing this song.

What gets your rump shaking? Do you know the full lyrics to anything special?

Do you sing like no one is looking?

Creeping on (someone else's) computer,


Sunday, June 19, 2011


Dear Bloggy Friends,

My computer is dead.

While I try to revive my dearest technological buddy, please remember to brush your teeth. Don't forget flossing (I kid, we all know no one actually flosses)!

Bringing disco back,


Monday, May 23, 2011

Music Monday: Rolling in the Deep

Good afternoon!

I am up to my eyeballs in paint, so this is going to be quick. Worth it, as always, I promise.

This lady has recently become part of the mainstream radio play, and I couldn't be happier. The first time I heard her song i just had to know what it was. I had to hear it again.

It has played non-stop ever since.

In fact, I would strongly suggest you pick up her new album, 21, because it is totally worth the bucks. I would even argue that she has some better tunes than her sizzling single hiding on her CD.

In the meantime, take a little listen to ADELE and her ditty Rolling in the Deep:

Even her video is awesome.

Seeing as it is the last day of the Victoria Day long weekend (yahoo Canada), I must get back to painting. I'd love to finish that ceiling today.

What are you doing on your long weekend? Do you get a long weekend?

Covered in white,


Sunday, May 22, 2011

Sunday Update: Moving Onward or Upward

"What's up with you lately?"

An innocent but loaded question as of late.

What am I doing right now? Watching the Vancouver-San Jose game.

What am I doing this week? Painting some walls. For the first time. Yep, you got it, this girl is getting her newly painted nails a little bit dirty. Well, hopefully not that dirty - white isn't my colour (and I don't think polish remover does much with paint).

What am I doing this month? Moving. A month ago, the Newf lost his job. A week later The Parentals advised they were looking to rent out their basement apartment. We made the executive decision to jump on the opportunity. Between our general dislike for the city of Toronto, and the ease of my transferring to a school in London it seemed like an obvious choice.

This move has been a humbling process, and I don't quite know how I feel about it yet. To secure my mind in the positive, I've decided to make a list of my pros and cons:

First, the pros:

1.) We will likely save a pretty penny on rent. Once the Parentals advise of the rental fee, I can confirm this, but it almost guaranteed the rent will be less than the cost of our studio apartment in the Toronto Beaches.

2.) I get to paint. Something about playing with colour gets me a little hot and bothered.

3.) Our place is a separate apartment, so theoretically the loss of privacy will be minimal.

4.) My younger brother, Jake, lives upstairs. At five years my junior he makes me feel young again.

5.) We really, really like the city of London. The tiny village I grew up in is a mere thirty minutes away, so I know what I'm getting myself into.

6.) It has a classy address. Sorry kids, I can't post it here, but I can assure you that I'm not living on a street that makes you do a double take. Nope, no Piccadilly Street for me; and yes, that superficial fact matters to me.

7.) I can (theoretically) transfer with ease to a photography program here in London. Once I get in, I will have 24/7 access to a full photography studio.

8.) My new apartment is complete with a wet bar. It has a beautiful polished wood bar that makes my liver tingle with excitement (my liver has always erred on the side of danger).

With this extensive list, let's look at the cons:

1.) We have to move. All of that cleaning, packing and unpacking is so much work. Once you include the address changes to that equation my eye starts to twitch.

2.) While it is a separate apartment with tons of potential, it is in the Parentals' basement. At twenty six (almost twenty seven) it is a humbling process. Not to mention a younger sister who is looking for apartments double my rent, and a little green monster is making a certain appearance.

3.) Despite the separate space, I am sharing the overall home with family. My family is cool, but they are still my family. Point made.

4.) My dog has suddenly turned into our dog. It isn't a matter that people are trying to lay claim to my furry friend, but more a fact that my family of dog lovers all have a different way of doing things. In my house, my dog is not allowed to sleep on the bed or sit on the couch. He is not fed from the table, even if he is really working the "I'm-sad-and-hungy" look. I keep tight restraints on his amount and type of exercise. Unfortunately, not everyone agrees and my carefully laid consistency has gone out the window. But, when your dog tops the scale at 140 pounds, can easily set his head on the table and has heartbreakingly bad elbow dysplasia we can talk. I'm going to have to let go a little bit, and I hate that.

5.) With its close proximity to my hometown, it is almost guaranteed that I will run into someone I know. Odds are, it will be a day I have not showered and am covered in paint.

6.) I have never painted. This could be a disaster.

7.) With my newfound geographical closeness to my immediate family I must begin to assert myself a little bit more. With anyone else a quick passive aggressive response would do, but I'm stuck with these people for life. The process is sure to ruffle some feathers, on both sides of the fence.

8.) It will be much more difficult to feign ignorance to all the nasty little tidbits of information I have on my siblings. Being the oldest of three, I tend to hear about everything the siblings do not have the guts to voice to the Parentals. Sometimes it is very rewarding. Right now it frustrating. Something about being expected to provide sympathy for a sibling who has provided the unabridged story six months ago is a little bit trying. I need to learn to walk away. I hate that too.

At first glance it may seem that this list is pretty even keeled. I may be crying over spilt milk. But, that is all resolved with the last listed pro. My new place has a wet bar. I have a pile of liquor and a hot husband. I have a brother who encourages intoxication.

Things will work themselves out. I can't say the same for the painting.

What are you working through right now?

Humbly at home,


Thursday, May 19, 2011

DUKE NUKEM (Forever)

Earlier today (or yesterday, if you want to get technical) the Newf and I went for a drive around town.

We ended up shopping for some games for the Newf's new Nintendo DSi.

He got incredibly excited when he saw that the "DUKE NUKEM: Forever" game finally has a release date.

He got so excited, the Newf showcased his sensitive side:


It's a rare occasion, so it needed to be marked. To celebrate we purchased a "Happy Birthday" slab cake which we brought home to a house filled with the Parentals, the sister and brother. It was complete with smiling flowers, bumble bees and a GIANT sun.

There was no birthday, but there was cake.

Then, the Newf got drunk. I painted my nails. It was a good day.

How was yours?

Seeping with silly,


Monday, May 16, 2011

The Cursing Ceiling

I'm fed up.

Wait, no, let me rephrase that. I'm fucking fed up.

Whew. That feels better. I've been told to speak my mind and today in this odd blogging world and I've been slightly nervous. The things I think aren't always becoming; they are thoughts that won't always make friends, but they usually influence people.

Today a good f-bomb was all that was needed to break that meek little mouse ceiling. Sometimes, if I don't say it, no one will. Don't say I didn't warn you.

What naughty little habit do you have to clear your cobwebs?

When something a little stronger is needed, and a stiff drink is unavailable, try throwing a phone book at the floor. A trick learned from my mother, it usually does the trick.

Happy hurling,


The Tempur-Pedic Tantrum

Good morning.

It's been a long time, my friends.

It all started with a tantrum I threw.

You would have been so proud.

It all started with an idea I had. It was an original idea - a good idea. Apparently it was so good that many felt the need to copy it. And so, like an original Xerox machine the idea was used and abused until it was streaky and just not pretty at all.

Then, I had a tantrum. I refused to put out any more original ideas, saving all my best material for those who would follow the proper channels and all of the rules.

Then, I remembered that I may be a bitch, but I'm not a bureaucrat.

So, I'm back. For now. Lord only knows when I'll get grumpy again.

Beating the bureaucrat,


Monday, April 25, 2011

Music Monday: Bruno's Blow

Just because I'm feeling especially loved today, we've got Bruno Mars and his pop hit Grenade:

Just a few days ago I understood Bruno Mars to be some guy who got famous through his penchant for nose candy. Boy, was I wrong.

It turns out he is a mad ladykiller known for his music. The cocaine habit followed.

That's okay Bruno. All the good rockstars do it. Just keep towing pianos around and everything will be okay. Extra points if you keep sporting that hot little suit with a skinny tie.

Maybe I should talk the Newf into sporting a Bruno bump?

Protecting my proboscis,


Saturday, April 23, 2011

Montreal (Needs A Little Old MacDonald Tonight)

Do you watch hockey? More to the point, are you cheering for the Habs?

If, like me, the Montreal Canadiens are the hoochie to your mama during this NHL playoff season you may be slightly disappointed tonight. Like a true adult, I'm sobbing away in my beer after tonight's loss - in double overtime nonetheless.

I needed to smile. I didn't have to look far.

Numero Uno (and I'm not talking Arnold) ... Rowan Atkinson is invited to the Royal Wedding! It seems Mr. Atkinson is close friends with Prince Charles himself. One small step for an actor, one giant leap for Mr. Bean - and we could all use a little more Bean.

Deuxième ... THIS. My apologies about the link, but click it. Click it good. You won't regret it (unless you don't like to smile).

That's all for now folks.

With some sheep,


PS. In addition to the above, please remind me to abstain from macaroni and cheese. Once a childhood favourite, my long-ago favourite Kraft Dinner no longer sits well (read: more like a rock) in my twenty-something tummy.

At least I still have Hook.

The Bomb: In More Ways than One

Hesitation… ambivalence… doubt… indecision. Uncertainty.

To you nasty little feelings that creep up into my mind and make Swiss cheese of my otherwise sunny side, to you, I say good day.

It's not you, it's me; I just don't feel it anymore.

It is time to announce that we (that nasty little worm of wariness and I) are no longer.

But, alas, like any good love story, this one is not easily ended. Like many a breakups, this one will be long and drawn out and it will take time to find my new position in the world.

That is okay. I am okay.

Or am I?

Damn you uncertainty, I already kicked you to the curb. No friends-with-benefits either.

None at all. I will learn to enjoy spending my Saturday afternoon in my undies, napping, noshing and needlessly repainting my nails. I will enjoy the silence of the house, save for a snoring dog and a ticking clock.

That ticking is not a time bomb, and neither am I.

But uncertainty? Well, it certainly is a bomb and I'm not about to let it blow here. If I wanted to talk bombs, I'd give my favourite pirate a shout (maybe even a leg up).

Smee… Smee… Smee, I just had a sublime vision. All the jagged parts of my life have come together to form a complete and mystical whole. An epiphany.

My life is over.

Yes, goodbye.

Goodbye, Smee.

No stopping me this time, Smee. This is it. Don't make a move, Smee. Not a step. My finger's on the trigger. Don't try to stop me Smee.

This is is. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't you dare try to stop me this time, Smee. Try to stop me. Smee, you better get up off your ass get over here Smee.

This (if you haven't guessed it) is my favourite Captain Hook speech! You gotta respect a man who stuffs a giant alligator and turns him into a clock - all with one hand.

Rest assured, alligators are not endangered in Neverland.

Smiling with Smee (on Saturday),


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Beckham for the Bug Eyed

When you are done watching the Beckham, watch the ball.

You won't regret it.

That is all.

That's one special sphere,


Monday, April 4, 2011

Music Monday: Sing, Sing, Sing!

Good morning!

Today we are going to keep it short and sweet, because there isn't much I can say that will better this bad boy video.

The best comment I've heard about this song (you can still see it on the YouTube site) is simply:
"This [song] makes music nowadays sound pathetic."

Get ready for the best five minutes of your day (and I'm not kidding). Boys and girls, it's Benny Goodman, a bandleader otherwise known as "The King Swing" and his tune "Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing)":

I don't know about you, but when I hear good music I start to tingle. Let's just say this piece gets my toes full out tickled. When I was young, my Dad used to pop the old Benny Goodman cassette tape into the tape deck in the car and my sibling, my Father and I would all bop along to our destination.

Only now do I realize how invaluable that bopping was.

Thanks Dad, we had a blast with Benny.

Oh, and pop music, better luck next time!

Have you started cursing the ways of the new and modern? Do you want all that noise turned down?

I hate to admit it, but noise makes me crabby. Oh well (better luck next time)!

Moving and grooving like I'm five (all over again),


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Snow Dog


Music Monday: The BEAUTIFUL Tuesday Edition

You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?

Well, I can see how you would. I've been rather absent in these parts lately, but I have good reasons. It's called life (and I'm enjoying it).

Please, rest assured I did not forget. Mondays can be a little rough (what with my 4.30 AM start time) and by the time I got home, searched for a clip (which could not be found) and napped Tuesday was here!

For my Canadian friends it was Juno night! This is the Canadian music award show, and it was pretty spectacular this year - way better than the Oscars! My favourite performance of the night was Down With Webster. I was hoping to find a good quality clip to share, but alas, I resurfaced from the interweb saddened and soiled (and without the clip I wanted).

To be honest, after the disaster that is Rebecca Black's "Friday" I needed something to scour the FUN FUN FUN from my brain.

I needed something big.

After my original idea was canned, I found a new repository of worms for you to renew your faith in music. It worked like a charm. I am no longer singing along to a song against my will. My sanity has been saved and the youthful blunder of Miss Black has been bagged.

What is this dark horse I speak of? Shake your money maker to Salt-'N-Pepa's I Am The Body Beautiful:

The song can be found on the To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar soundtrack. If you haven't seen this movie, you need to. Immediately. Preferably when you have a big bottle of wine or some other form of giddy-inducing consumable (I hear chocolate cake can work well, if you need some ideas). This is the only flick you that will ever feature Patrick Swayze and Wesley Snipes in drag.

Need I say more?

Did you watch the Juno's? Have you seen Rebecca Black's YouTube sensation, "Friday"? How about To Wong Foo?

It's okay if we don't agree. It is even okay if you disagree and bop around to the ballad of Miss Black. Just know that every time you bop and hop and bring the house down a fairy loses her wings.

Blowing over Black,


Monday, March 21, 2011

Music Monday: Missing the Maxi

Today's song is hailing from the nineties. It isn't big, or popular, nor was it ever.

It is just a really cool song. It's a track every woman should have lying in wait on her MP3 player for that elusive trip to the grocery store.

It also features Shaggy (before he was somebody). Essentially, if Mick Jagger died, Shaggy would take his place.

He's just that good.

Look no further, your perfect pick me up is here. For your pleasure, the official video for "That Girl", sung by Maxi Priest (featuring Shaggy):

Interesting fact: Maxi Priest's birth name was Max Alfred Elliot.

Even more interesting fact: Shaggy's birth name was Orville Richard Burrell.

I promise you'll get more about sexy Shaggy another week, but until then, bring on the popcorn!

Shopping with Shaggy,


Monday, March 14, 2011

Music Monday: I'm Going Mad

Gooooooooooood MORNING.

The Newf and I got to share a little sleep in this morning, so we are right as rain and ready for the week to come.

It's about time I got back on this music horse, so I have an interesting comparison for you. Today's song is one that you have likely heard more than once. It's a song that sticks with you - both its lyrics and its harmony are erie and wonderful, all at the same time.

I find this is a song that everyone has an opinion about. Most people feel it paints a depressing picture, but is that what it was meant to be?

Here is what the writer, Roland Orzabal, had to say about his incredibly popular song: "Lyrically the song is pretty loose. It throws together a lot of different images to paint a picture without saying anything specific about the world."

Curt Smith, the original singer of the song (and a bassist, I *love* bassists) said, "It's very much a voyeur's song. It's looking out at a mad world from the eyes of a teenager."

First, let's take a look at the original band, sound and video of the song. Please, saddle up for a listen to Tears for Fears and their international hit "Mad World.

That probably wasn't what you were expecting, was it? You gotta give the guys credit, they certainly know what it meant to be part of the eighties.

Here is the more often thought of version of "Mad World", a cover by Gary Jules which was done for the freaky flick Donnie Darko:

I tend to be biased for originals, but I think the context of the song is lost in the cover versions. Do you prefer the original version or one of the many covers? Does the slow speed change the song for you, at all?

I'm excited to hear your opinion!

Mad for Monday,


Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Colour Your World

Colour My Pastels

Colour My Polish

Colour My Pencil Crayons

Colour My Sharpies

Here I Am (The Public Health Threat)


Friends, I am slightly bitter over here in Linnie Land.

It all started last week, on Wednesday: while standing in line at the grocery store I sneezed. I wish I could say it was a cute little girl sneeze - one of the barely there blow outs, but no, it was not.

As I've mentioned before, the Powers that Be have decided my motto is "go big or go home". My sneezes are no exception, to be completely honest, I sneeze like a horse. Big and beautiful. I do, of course, ensure that my nose and mouth are pointed in such a direction as to limit the contact of my sneeze by-product with the rest of the public.

Unfortunately, none of this seemed to matter. In one quick swoop I had been push to the bottom of the public pool, I was infected. All conversations halted and I was cut out and ignored.

I was the new leper on the block, and baby, I rocked it.

Regardless, I went home furious that the public fear of disease has grown so great. I laughed at the hens behind me clucking about their insatiable need for anti-bacterial cleansers, gels and sprays.

I satisfied myself with their ignorance (all those anti-bacterial products do nothing but clean the weakest of germs, leaving the big bad ones to infect you) and my newly purchased chocolate ice cream.

A week later, I am sick. My face is leaking, I am freezing cold and my skin hurts. I have enough mucus to feed a small army (if armies ate mucus).

To you ladies in the grocery store: touche.

You have won the battle, but I will win the war.

What is your view on anti-bacterial? Are you pro Purell?

Fighting the (ferocious) flu,


Monday, February 28, 2011

Happy Birthday Hairy!

It's the Beast's birthday!

Today, he turns a mighty wise two years old!

That may not sound like much, but when your life expectancy is ten to twelve years, you learn to appreciate the small milestones too.

This poor pooch has some nasty elbow problems, making it likely he won't even make it to ten. That is all sad talk for the future. Today it is time to celebrate!

Many dog owners go all out and bake a cake. I am not one of them. The beast isn't even permitted to hit my sheets.

I'm not a complete Cruella, he does have a lovely plaid, flannel and orthopaedic bed to put his noggin on at the end of the day.

But, back to the Beast. He may not have gotten a cake, but we did share a bad ass walk - I even let him smell everything he wanted to. He's got a big 'ol bone and a can of wet food waiting.

So, to my Beast, my hairy Newfoundland buddy who is always at my feet, happy birthday.

You truly are man's best friend.

Just in case you are curious as to how the Beast belonging to Linnie spends his big day:

The Beast on his Second Birthday

He spends it just like any other day. My kind of guy.

How do you like to spend your birthday?

Birthday'ing with the Beast,


Music Monday: That Bad Boy Beck

Good morning afternoon friends!

I write from the comfort of my double sized bed, complete with silk duvet. Alas, I am allergic to feathers. My bed is shared with the one and only Newf (no Beasts allowed) but lucky for me, the Newf is off making breakfast.

Eggs and turkey bacon. Yum.

Despite the mounds of homework, it is almost like a vacation, and for that, we need some cheeky beats.

Today features a song that has lived in mystery for years and years. I have yet to meet someone who does not like it.

Hopefully, you can continue the tradition.

Now to the musician. Beck is a good old boy; his first studio album was released in 1993 on cassette tape. CD was available only in limited quantity.

Beck is a true amazing musician - if you can imagine, none of his music includes sampling of any sort. Sampling is the use of pieces of other people's songs. It can sound cool, but it is a cop out.

Fast forward five years, Beck is ready to release his sixth album, Mutations. This bad boy was recorded over the span of two weeks, one song a day. Some of these songs are older tunes, and some of them were brand new. They were all produced by Beck and Nigel Godrich (you may recognize his name from the numerous Radiohead albums he's produced).

Anyways, before the release of his album, Beck had gotten special permission fro, his major record label to release his album on a small indie label (I *heart* indie), Bong Load Records. Unfortunately, when Geffen executives heard the record, they released it under their label against Beck's wishes.

This was the firestorm for a massive legal battle, one that none of us really know the result of.

In the meantime, you have a fabulous tune for today! Please, take a listen to Beck's Tropicalia:

It's too bad such a cool song has to be surrounded with such drama. Although, drama does make the world go 'round, or so says the soap I'm watching. I think some girl is going to get pushed off a cliff, um, exciting.

What do you do with your limited vacation time?

Fired up for some breakfast food,


Friday, February 25, 2011

It's Freaking Friday: And This is a (Creative) School Thing

Good afternoon dudes and dudettes!

This is actually a quick post for a school project, but, feel free to follow along.

If you are a massive fan of "Where's Waldo" this may be your cup of tea. Or it might not, we will find out.

That being said, today I have to submit an example of "The Databased Image". There have been some pretty neat examples floating around, check out the work of
Chris Jordan for some really freaky examples.

Let's just say I'm taking a different approach. I don't have any dead dodos lying around so I thought I'd provide a little example of my online database. Think of it as a scavenger hunt without a prize.

THE GOAL: You want to find this picture:


It is located *somewhere* in the bowels of this blog.

THE HINT: Because (I assume) my classmates are not frequent fliers here at Linnie gets Laced I assume you don't know the handles of the blogging world, or my blogging world, for that matter.

The boy in the picture is known as "The Newf". Yes, he's my Newfoundland lovah, and yes, he makes a mean plate of fish and chips.

The dog in my picture is known in these parts as "The Beast", mostly because, well, he is a giant beast.

You can locate the picture using a couple of different methods. Check out the post information bar below, and the sidebar for some locating love.

It's an IQ test, and the timer starts NOW! Good luck!

Looking for a likeness,


Monday, February 21, 2011

The End of the Giveaway: Results

It is time to announce the winner of the first giveaway at Linnie gets Laced!

First, the giveaway and a small recap on the rules. I encouraged a little bit of a gamble (naughty, I know). The goal was to guess the number I had in my little head. If you couldn't guess the exact number, you wanted to be the closest.

I invoked the "Price is Right" rules, meaning you you had to be the closest without going over (and that you were gently reminded to have your pets spayed and neutered).

Here is the number I chose, with my photo evidence as promised:

That would make the winner the lovely Liz, with a guess of 27! Liz, shoot me an email to collect your $40 gift certificate to the CSN stores!

Congrats Liz!

Music Monday: Looking for Mr. Jagger

Good afternoon, my radical readers!

Today is a wonderful day, here in Ontario, it is Family Day. Created by our cracked out Conservative government (yep, I've put my political mindset out there) it is actually something I can agree with.

As I have no children, only a dog that sleeps until noon, the Newf and I have enjoyed a wonderful day spent in bed. As of right now, it is just after noon and we have just polished off our Tim Hortons breakfast sandwiches.

Not one to exclude, we made sure the Beast got a sandwich too.

We go all out in Linnie Land.

Speaking of family, I got an earful from my mother. It seems she noticed I haven't posted anything in the last week and she was not impressed.

Mom, I am sorry. I promise to keep your Kindle kicking this week.

This brings me to our anticipated video to kick off your Monday. I have my favourite Rolling Stones video. I have had a school girl crush on Mick Jagger since I heard this song, and once I saw him in concert that crush turned into pure unadulterated passion.

Mick, if you are out there, I love you. The Newf knows, it's okay; we don't have to hide anymore. Margaret Trudeau, eat your heart out.

So, here is the song that sealed my sentiment, please enjoy The Rolling Stones and their tune "Anybody Seen My Baby":

So, now that you've seen the video, let me confirm that yes, that was Angelina Jolie, and yes, I am poking a little bit of fun at the aforementioned earful delivered by my Mother.

The benefit being, that she reads the blog on her Kindle and she won't get the music video. Mom, don't believe the rumours. You and I both know that I take everything you say with the utmost seriousness, especially since the Great Spanking Debacle of '94.

Are you celebrating Family Day? Is everyday family day? Have you ever been spanked?

With a mind full of Mick,


Thursday, February 10, 2011


Do you like chairs? Are you a chair connoisseur? Perhaps a professional potato?

Well, either way, feast your sit savvy eyes on this baby, the Eames lounge chair.

My keister is already quivering. In fact, I've already purchased my (winning) lottery ticket, with high hopes of purchasing this feat of fancy.

It would look smashing in my darkened living room, surrounded by books and a massive picture window. My liquor cabinet wouldn't be far off either.

This chair is one of thousands of items (this is the Newf's favourite) that you can find within the CSN Online Stores.

Seriously, they have over 200 stores that you can shop in your skivvies. Hello, utter bliss.

The best part? You could win $40 to spend at ANY one of their online stores!

That's right, the lovely people over at CSN have provided me with $40 to give to one of you, my even lovelier loyal readers.

I've looked through the stores, and I already have a long list of loot I want. Even better, I've found some stuff I already have, and can say it is worth the purchase price (like this bad boy - my Newfoundland hasn't managed to ruin it yet).

So, I know you are asking "How do I win?" It's no secret that I like to gamble, so, do you fancy a little game?

I am going to pick a number between 0 and 1000. You have to guess what that number is. We run with the "Price is Right" rules over here, that means: the closest person without going over gets the prize. In the event two people have chosen the same number, the first one to choose the winner will be named the winner. No ties.

To submit a numbered guess, you must:
1.) Follow me. It's almost Valentine's Day, and I could use some love.
2.) Find & friend me on Facebook.
3.) You could Tweet your little heart out - include a link to this post (and please "@" me, so I can double check your entry).
4.) And finally, you could drop me an email or comment to tell me what your favourite post was, what your least favourite post was, or what you'd like to see more of.

With every guess, leave a comment below or shoot me an email. Don't forget to include your number!

This contest closes Saturday, February 19, 2011. The winner will be announced Monday, February 21, 2011.

Giddy about my (first!) giveaway,


This is open to Canadian and US readers. To my Canuck friends, keep in mind there will be additional shipping charges (the duties are INCLUDED)! Consider it a tax for being awesome. None of my (Linnie's) immediate family members are able to enter - this includes Newf, the Beast, the Parentals, Grandma (the live one) and Dumpster Dog. The rest of my family either does not read my blog or does not receive preferential treatment (proof available). The number chosen by me will be photographed with a time stamp to allow my readers to rest assured there is no funny business. Oh, and I am awesome.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Music Monday: Finding the Freak

Now my darlings, you didn't think I forgot about music this Monday, did you?

I wouldn't blame you if you did, but, I most certainly did not! It took a little soul searching, but I have the perfect piece for today. You see, I've been a little serious, morose, moody even (don't tell the Newf I said so).

I hate being serious (don't tell the Newf I said that either).

Just like Jenny From the Block, I need to remind myself of my roots. I need to get back to my original offbeat self. This song does just that.

Oh please, do not worry - I'm the carbohydrate to Ms. Lopez's protein (in that I eat lots of both). Today, I have the simply inspiring "Super Freak" by Rick James. Enjoy (and please, do dance)!

I'll tell you a little secret, I have school girl crushes on both Rick James and Mick Jagger. If you have never seen the Chappelle Show's skits with Rick James, HIGHLY suggest you check them out (even if you have to rent it). It's just that good.

Have a fabulous week, my favourite fruit loops!

Finding my inner freak,


Duck, Duck, No Wait, It's a Goose!

My goodness, this is embarrassingly late. Some time ago, a love cupcake craving chick tagged me in a game of "Duck-Duck-Goose".

First, the girl. She is absolutely adorable, and I just love her blog. You'll love her too, especially if you love to bake.

Now, the game. I am required to post fifteen facts about myself, and then tag five new bloggers to complete their own list.

This was no small order. Partially because I am still chuckling over my original list, partially because I am always nervous opening myself up to the Internet.

"Why on earth do I blog?", you ask? That's a good question. I'll let you know when I have a good answer. I'm full of little idiosyncrasies like that.

Okay, that was a freebie. These bits are on the books:

1.) I am a photography student (although it still feels weird to say that).

2.) Photoshop and I have a love/hate relationship. We love to hate each other. Seriously. Hate.

3.) The majority of my photography projects, to date, have included a somewhat morbid theme. I tell myself it just "happens" that way, so I don't feel like such a weirdo.

4.) Big Brother? No. You need to be worried about me. I see everything, I make predictions and I am right most of the time.

5.) I respect your right to make your own lifestyle choices, although, it is highly unlikely I agree with them.

6.) Speaking of, I have a couple of friends I need to dump; I hate doing it, and never quite get around to it. Here's hoping you aren't on the chopping block.

7.) My spare brain storage goes to any, and all, etiquette rules. I love to know how I should be acting.

8.) I judge you by your wedding invitations.

9.) I also judge you by your table manners. However, all bets are off if we are wearing pyjamas.

10.) Pizza is, by far, my favourite food.

11.) Guilty pleasures? Baywatch and The Bachelor.

12.) I have never whitened my teeth.

13.) My little sister left for the army in September. She has some high ranking intelligence job and I don't really get to know where she is. I don't like to talk about it, because it makes me miss her more.

14.) There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that my husband will do anything and everything to keep me safe, no matter what.

15.) Chivalry turns me on (when it comes from a non incestuous source).

So, that is the list of Linnie. I hope that will tide you over until I create another one. Now, for the new bloggers.

The fabulously talented (and sweeter than sugar) Ana, at i made it so.
Ms. Charlie, who you can find at the best fashion blog:Heart Charlie. Forget the other fashionistas, this girl rocks my world.
The lovely Tammy George, a pure fan of colour who can be found at Punk Rawk Purl
The (knitting) needle neurotic Zoe, at A Giraffe in a Scarf. Check out her hats!
And finally, the crafty maven and an old favourite of mine, Chantilly, who calls from her corner My Girl Thursday.

GOOSE, you're it. Let's see if you are paying attention. We all know I wasn't.

I must might be crazy,


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Apple of my Storm

Darling readers,

Tonight I sit and wait. Tonight, the snow is coming.

For days the weatherman has promised the snowstorm of the year - high winds, lots of snow and even "thunder snow" (if you imagined snow and thunder, you'd be right). Services and schools have been cancelled in advance, and the sheep of the city have been bustling about collecting supplies and fretting about the frost.

Friends, I am not concerned. It is just a little bit of snow - this is what we Canadians are built for.

I am old enough to remember the Ice Storm of '98. I am old enough to remember when losing power was a problem and we had a kitchen full of neighbours huddling around our gas stove. Finally, I am old enough to remember my father filling up every pot and container we had with water, lest we really get snowed in.

Those were the best snow storms.

Tomorrow, instead of cursing the commute, think of those who call the street home. Think of those who are really braving the cold. Consider what we can do to help.

But tonight, when you are happy at home, enjoy the moment.

I know that with a Newfoundland man to my left, a Newfoundland dog to my right, and the Environment Canada radar onscreen, I'll be just fine.

My lights are off, but we are all home. We are the freaks who fret about a lack of snow.

Hoping for some havoc,


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Wizards? Witches? Anyone, help?

PS. If any of you technical wizards can tell me what's going on with my embeded videos, I would forever be in your debt.


Fill the Void, Social Media

Oh my darlings.

I plum forgot about Music Monday. I know, I know it's technically Tuesday now. As IF the Newf hasn't reminded me. Still, I found something with a good beat for you musically minded mentals.

After watching this, I think you'll see me online a lot more.

What do you think? I posted it's sibling way back in September. Oh, and regardless of what the video said, this commercial still makes me smile everytime.

Are you scared yet?

Is Big Brother watching? Or are you watching Big Brother?

Socially screwed,


Saturday, January 29, 2011

A Post Secret Project

Happy weekend my pretty people!

I hope all is well in your land, and either way, know that I am sending you some love.

This weekend, Linnie gets Laced has a lovely little experiment to announce, and no, we won't be growing any mould today.

You may or may not recall that my parents are crazy people (hey, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree). Instead of working to buy the big things they retired early and bought a boat. Then, they moved onto that boat.

They haven't lived a normal life since. Their life is spent sailing south of the 30th parallel (north). As we speak they are crossing the Gulf Stream, on their way to the Bahamas.

This lifestyle has some ups and some downs, but it suits their adventure seeking hearts.

For Christmas, I presented my parents with three of the Post Secret books. If you haven't checked out the Post Secret project, I highly suggest you do. It is one of my most highly anticipated blog feeds.

In a nutshell, Post Secret is a personal art project fuelled by the population at hand. Anyone can take part. Simply put your burning secret on one side of a post card and mail the card to Frank. The anonymous secrets are posted on the Internet for everyone to see. You can read the whole story here.

Well, my mother has taken it on herself to drop each one of the books in a different country. She has posted a note into each cover, asking the receiver of the book to read, enjoy and leave it for another to find. She, very thoughtfully, left my blog address with her note.

It will be interesting to see if we hear from anyone along the way.

Mom has just dropped the first book in Vero Beach, Florida.

If you have received a book, drop me a line, let me know whatever you want to. And please, pass the book along.

Compassionately cheeky,


Monday, January 24, 2011

Music Monday: Walking on the Sun

Good morning,

To my friends enjoying the sunny south, take comfort in the warmth you feel. It is COLD up here! To my fellow Canucks who are even colder than I - keep your chin up, and covered.

There's nothing worse than frostbite on your chin - even giant zits don't compare.

With this cold I'm moving with the speed of molasses. Let's just say it's a mellow Monday morning.

To perk up my senses, I've chosen a bag of beats from the nineties. Enjoy!

Oh man, I miss the nineties. If I could live the rest of my life in flannel, band tee shirts and tube socks I'd be a happy girl.

Alas, it is not meant to be. My tube socks will have to remain under wraps (or sandals - my favourite).

Do you have a favourite style decade? What do you wear despite the horrified cries of your comrades?

Do tell, I love a good love story.

Freezing cold, but wearing flannel,


PS. Hi Mom! Miss you!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: Spock Up Your Life

Spock Up Your Life

My Mid-January Resolutions (Because I Never Follow the Crowd)

Right now I allow myself to be dominated by a fire that stole my belongings, and what I thought was my life.

As you can imagine, it really only stole what I let it (in a philosophical sense of course, I had no choice in the flame-licking fun).

And so, it is necessary that I declare death on the past, for it really is dead (or crispy, if you will).

I need to be focussed on the now and the "what will be", because allowing death to dominate does nothing but kill my knowledge.

"Knowledge is thirst" and I think I need a cocktail. A really, really big cocktail; I deserve it.

So please, my friends, join me on my journey from scared to striking.

This journey begins with two resolutions ('tis the season):
-> My nails (fingers and feet) will remain polished and pristine
-> My story, titled "Blown Apart", will be finished, and I will finally let go.

To start my life as a fresh faced wonder, I plan on purchasing some fabulous foundation (aka makeup). Nothing too heavy, and nothing to light - I need something just right.

Any suggestions ladies and gents?

Facing my freedom,


Monday, January 17, 2011

Music Monday: I Feel Like Crying

Good morning my cyber chums!

It has been pointed out that I have been unceremoniously absent from the internet.

Kids, I am sorry. I will admit, I am more than a little bit eccentric and I am only now becoming comfortable with the idea.

However, I digress. My oddities do not explain why I am more flakey than the plastic-wrapped piece of passion in your lunch box. No matter, this is the beginning of a discussion that has nothing related to music.

It is early and I need a shot of melody for my Monday morning. Today's pick is as far from last week's family friendly edition as possible, but I promise it will keep the heat cranked up.

I would make sure the kiddies are in another room for this music video.

I had to scour the internet, but I found a version of Chris Isaak's "Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing". Enjoy (in whatever way you see fit)!

Funny story, that lovely young lady is actually famous French model Laetitia Casta. You may know her as one of the lovely Victoria Secret's angels, L'Oreal, Dior and Chanel, amongst other things.

Even funnier story, that purple polyester dude is wearing. At least black lingerie and red lips never go out of style - unless you are my Dutch Catholic grandmother. She still lives by the rule that nice girls do not need black underthings.

Do you follow any older than tradition rules? Are you an odd eccentric of your own?

I promise to be back soon!

Thinking about the taboo,


Monday, January 10, 2011

Music Monday: Bopping on the Beach

It's pretty cold out and it is 5 AM. Somehow, on this Monday morning I needed something really freaking happy, and yet mildly mind melting, all at the same time.

I will be rolling out of bed to The Beach Boys and "I Get Around". Check out the video to see what appears to be a digitally remastered video?

My granny used to blast this song from her little blue Ford Temp as we bopped down the street.

We rarely bopped in the snow. Granny only drove when the roads were clear. That is, until we got her the electric wheel chair.

Will you be driving, walking or commuting in the snow today?

Stomping to school in the snow,


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Squirrely About School

Good evening my lovelies!

I have wonderful news: my Mac is home! I was lost without it, but now, I am found - I hope (if not, I am in for a world of hurt).

In the meantime I am getting ready for school to start on Monday.

Right now I am four parts excitement and three parts nervousness. Sleep is alluding me even now, so I will be a walking zombie for the first month.

Any suggestions on switching my sleep schedule around?

Sleeping while I can,


Monday, January 3, 2011

Music Monday: Get Up Offa That Thing

Good morning muffins!

This is the first Monday of the new decade! Let's make it a good one!

I've got an amazing tune today - you may have given it a listen if you were a follower from my previous blog.

We need a big hitter today, and James Brown can certainly be considered exactly that.

Don't consider today the end of your holiday - consider it the beginning of something special. This is the year to reinvent yourself, the ultimate starting date.

So push play and give this track a listen. Dance around in your knickers before you grab breakfast. Have some chocolate for breakfast. Whatever you do, enjoy it and enjoy yourself.

Without further adieu, let me introduce James Brown and "Get Up Offa That Thing:

Enjoy today, my friends.

Dancing my heart out,


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Sunday, January 2, 2011

And a New Year Begins...

Happy New Year, my lovelies!

Hopefully you rang in the new and said goodbye to the old with a vengeance.

I, on the other hand, am battling a nasty cold. The way I see it, I'll rid myself of all the bad karma early in the year so I can enjoy the end!

Unfortunately, it seems as though my dear computer has caught wind of my cold and I must send it into the dealer for repairs. Fingers crossed that I will not be without my good friend for long.

This is an exciting week - I start school on January 11, and the Newf and I have plans to visit the Toronto Boat Show with the Parentals this coming Saturday!

How has your year begun? Good? Bad? Indifferent?

I hope you had a wonderful holiday, and all the best getting back into the grind tomorrow!

That is all for now!

Blowing my nose,