Holding it down.

Upside down. That's the wear to dry your hair a bit before you start the straightening process. The women know what I'm talking about. Why did men get let off so easy in the grooming department?

I'm on my 3rd

FOB now. No, wait - 4th. I shelled out the 100 bones for it. Wasn't the 50$ I thought it was. I can be careless with my things. I am also a target for game-playing spririts and thieves because many of my things frequently go missing and I know it's not me.

Look

I'm doing it again. Nothing to say.

Oh wait, yes - I am vacationing this week in Ottawa. Exactly.

Tania says

why am I updating when I have nothing to say?

I found Ricky Gervais' blog and guess what, I'm obsessed.

Motherland and Friends '09

Early stages...it's all talk right now....

Motherland = Cro
Friends = Turkey and Greece

I'm stepping my international travel game way up.

...and here's hoping it's not all talk and no action. No one like a fraud.

Real World Labelle

Blueberry Lake was a slice. Bomb chalet, fantastic company, ridiculous food and enough belly laughs to harm a small child. The weather was perfect for sitting inside. I had big dreams of going snow-shoeing (until I discovered that they're not those fun tennis rackets - more like half-skis), cross-country skiing (until it started raining) and tubing (until the weather turned brutal and windy). Instead, I was part of the quartet that drove down the mountain into the town of Labelle in search of tonic water, milk, frosted pink lipstick, toothbrushes, crazy glue, contact solution and joke fodder. We found all of that and more.

It was a weekend of firsts - played proper pool (proper = not using my hands), tried pomegranate vodka, and started a fire (in the fireplace). I'm a big girl now.

Fats Domino

found his thrill on Blueberry Hill and this weekend I'll find mine at Blueberry Lake. A select group of us are packing it up and taking the party to Blueberry Lake, spending the weekend at a luxury chalet. If you recall from my experience flying first class to London, I've stepped my lifestyle up and will only partake in A+ events. Yeah, right! The weekend will involve outdoor activities (like steaming our pores in the hot tub and building snow forts), eating like kings and queens and dressing up in 80's cast-offs. Hotness.

Lost again

This time it's my FOB. This is the second (or third?) time I've misplaced it and I refuse to shell out another 50$ for a replacement. It's really because I'm too embarrassed to call the condo corp again and tell them I need another replacement.

I wouldn't normally care, but I use the gym there to work out. So much for that.

Lost and found

I found my swipe card. It had fallen behind my desk...wedged between the filing cabinet and wall. Someone pushed it back there and it wasn't me. The papers strewn across my desk are like little Gremlins and I wouldn't put it past them to grow arms and mischievously hide the card where I sure as hell would never find it.

Also found in the same location was the temporary card I had to get while I searched high and low for my own.

Swipe card still at large

But I have found a particular hair clip that has been missing in action for a while. It was on the floor by my computer, probably exactly where I dropped it many moons ago.

Now if only the two waterproof Revlon eyeliners, NARS lipgloss and MAC lipglass would reveal themselves. Oh and my HBC points card. Seriously, where does this stuff go? My place isn't big and I use one handbag. I should tie these items to my wrist with string - for sure I'll never misplace them again.

Alert the Ghost Hunters immediately.

My swipe card at work has been stolen. Somewhere between using it this morning to get into the office and right now, it has been lifted from my possession. I've checked the kitchen, bathroom, desks of colleagues, not to mention my own, my bag, jacked, hat and gloves (it won't even fit in my gloves, but I checked any way).

This sort of thing has happened to me before. Enough times that it worries me. Sure, I've misplaced things and claimed that an unknown power or other person has taken it, only to find it where I last left it. This isn't the same thing - I sense something sinister in action. I'd like to hear from any clairvoyants out there that can see exactly what happened to aforementioned card.

Tania says

Kelly has implored me to stop adding posts to this blog. Naturally, I can't. Clearly, GoGreenIreland is wrap and my daily trips to Tim Horton's don't evoke the same imagery.

Both Am and Killah have Cro on the brain. Amy is the latest addition and I hope it works out. Trifecta! [Little known fact - trifecta is one of my favourite words.]

One month and one day ago

I was tossing back beautiful vodka at a sketchy bar in Belfast while Kelly attempted to pace me. Awww...the memories.

One month ago, Kelly and I were crying like suckholes on our return British Airways flight. We attribute this to our lack of sleep because we wouldn't cry otherwise - we aren't babies.

Motherland '09 requires that Kelly learn some key Croatian words. I think it would be fun for her if she learned and communicated with the Croats on her own.

New travels!

To Montreal. It's all tentative (and mostly all in my head), but we are all going to pack up, get in an automobile and make out way to Juhee's (so...Juhee, what are you doing in two weeks?). I imagine it will involve shopping (only national sport I participate in), eating and imbibing.

From Ireland to Quebec...we are nutty! What's next?

Travelling today

to the downtown core. My trainer has resurfaced and we're meeting at my gym downtown. He will be sorely disappointed with my behaviour. Will he quit me? Will I quit him? Stay tuned.

An aside: Am missing life on the rails. Kelly, are you?