Listen up ---->

F0r the record - there IS no FUCKING horses! Okay - well - there IS horses. But they really have nothing to do with anything other then everything - what-e-er. Everyone's good over in Goldmark - supah!

Texas, yo!

We're quiet because we're in the same city. How friggin' cool is THAT shite?? ;) (Soz baby - I broke a rule - but it'll be the only time!)
Seriously - Grapples? Good LAWD!! Texas sells some good fruit. That's all I'm saying. And Crazy-Daisys.... beautiful! Reversa-Daisys aren't bad either for the record.
(Okay - so I will acknowledge the fact that most of this post is so that I remember Grapples, Crazy-Daisy and Reversa-Daisy once I return to the wide and vast north...)
So bye then, bitch ass bustas!

wha-e-ere

It only takes one person to severely piss you off but it takes a small village to help you climb out from a deep pit of violent rage. Think about THAT.

C'est La Vie

For those of you who attempted to stop in today for Phluphphee's memorial service - my apologies for not being at home. It truely wasn't my intention - as I'm positive that having closure to this time in my life would mean a great deal to me. However - it seems that last night, some jackass decided to jackass around - apparently infront of my house - and jackassed around enough to drive headfirst into the power pole out front. Jackass was okay - as they always are. However - the after effect of his jackassing turned out to be that my entire block was without power from that point last night until about 15 minutes ago. Now - I'm not sure if you're all aware of this - but I live in Canada. And it is the dead of winter. No power = no heat. For the most part. So - I shacked up for the night at my Great Auntie Sylvia's house. I smell of old now. So - not only have I not had closure on the entire fish thing - but I've now got to face the reality that there's a 24 hour chunk of my life I'm never going to get back - and that it's lost somewhere between mothballed afghans and a bowl of stuck together hard candy. I smell of old.
Ya know - you take a look at Phluphphee, Pete and now Jackasses and Great Auntie Sylvia - and you just have to wonder what the hell is going on in the world. I mean - the Pete story - it's like a bull in a china shop. HA! ZING!
(I've been waiting to make that reference because it's cheesey and we love cheese!!) Sometimes - Life is just meant to be a lil' more whacky - just roll with it!
As we say here in Canada - What're ya gonna do, eh? C'est la vie!

For Better For Worse....

just got back from a friend's wedding and i'm tired...
to start with the wedding was yesterday at 2pm. was glad to finally see them get married. the ceremony was great, a nice outdoor wedding. originally it was panned to be an indoor wedding..since afterall it is january, but when the temperture hit 70 most of the week they decided to move it outdoors. at the reception things were looking great, their uncle set everything up in an empty field at his ranch. everyone was drinking and having a grand ol time. that is until Pete showed up. he ruined everything. you see...Pete is their uncle's bull. he had been but away in the barn, but somehow managed to get out and made his way to the fence line next to the reception. a few people including myself had noticed the bull in the adjact field but didnt think anything of it, after all we WERE in the country. it wasnt until the cake had been cut and everyone was toasted with the champagne when pete decided that he wanted to join in. it all happened so fast, but apparently Pete charged the fence and broke through and ran straight to the tent where the reception was being held. luckily the only casualty was a few tables. everyone pitched in to get Pete back into the barn and then the drinking carried on into the night. A wedding to remember for sure.

Just my luck...

In my state of grief - things have to not fucking work right. Is there any justice in this world? I ask you - is there ANY JUSTICE?!?!?!?! Oh Phluphphee.....

Sad News

It is with deep sadness that I write to report the passing of my beloved goldfish - Phluphphee. Please. Do not laugh. Please. Phluphphee was a beloved and compassionate companion for me - always willing to lend an ear when needed. I simply can not remember a time when Phluphphee wasn't with me. I can remember like it was yesterday - the cold January day when I brought him home from Pet Land in his little plastic bag. That day - that beautiful, beautiful day was last Tuesday - January 11, 2005. Our eyes met from across the over-crowded tank - and I just knew that Phluphphee was meant to be mine. It truely was the most meaningful 10 days of my life. Please. Do not laugh.
For those interested - services will be held Sunday afternoon - 2ish - in the small bathroom. (The toilet from the main bathroom is currently unavailable for that time slot.) Funeral sandwiches will be served following the service, and friends are invited to share Phluphphee stories.
Phluphphee - little gupper - you'll always have a place in my heart - your bowl will never be touched by another fish - this I promise you. Until I meet you on the other side....
"Glub Swoosh Flub, Blurb Ploop" (I love you, little buddy)

The First Post

so here it is...the first post of a new blog. so piss off and eat a coffee crisp.