Interim posting.

I know that Mrs.Flinger protests that i'm posting too much of the YouTube....but Man....some of it is just such good shiznit.

I have some personally mandatory deskwork to do tonight...so you can count on a real post later. I know, I know. It's about time.

Just FYI in the meantime? I'm really grooving on this boy. :)

Gray Anatomy update!

Freaking hilarious.

In honour of my favourite day...

...a link!

A fun link, no less!

Enjoy!

Let them eat cake!

So...how many of you have completely opposing political views to your partner/spouse?

And if you do? How do you manage to deal with it?

I'm not talking the usual (in my experience) "I like Stephen Harper, he's a genius"--"Stephen Harper is a child chewing diabolical monster!" I'm talking "Unions are infinite good--management is unnecessary and tyrannical and managers should all be drawn and quartered."

I'm a manager.

I have issues with my partner's desire to have me and all of my kind eliminated. I have huge troubles not saying things like "They're going to hire the best person for the job. Why should it matter if they're already employed?"

He HONESTLY BELIEVES that employers should give preference to people who don't already have jobs.

He HONESTLY BELIEVES that compensation should be based on fertility and not skills.

I can just not talk about some stuff. But we're a 'discussion based couple'. It's going to come up again. I'm bound to put my foot in my mouth and say something bourgeois, like "that fucking moron wouldn't even HAVE a job if it wasn't for the stupid union--he's too stupid to tie his own shoes without his foreman's help!"

So yeah. :)

Things are amazing other than that...well, they are now. After I forced a discussion TWICE (not once, but twice) last weekend. But that's bygones :) I promised to not start anothe 'discussion' for at least a week or I'd cook him dinner -- whatever he wanted, even fish. He promised to never get out of the car again without kissing me goodbye -- or he has to give me a butt massage whenever I want it, wherever we are, for however long I say. :) He didn't seem to think his was much of a consequence, but I'm kinda looking forward to forcing a payout by hopping out of the car prematurely myself! *grin*

We went to Celtic Corner on Thursday, Maxwell's Plum on Friday, and out with his friends on Saturday to O'Carrolls. Had a BLAST. Went to the Ardmore for b-fast on Sunday. It was a great weekend...and it strongly secured my steadfast Like of this boy. :) (Except his stupid political leanings!)

I need to find a new breakfast place in Halifax though. I am NOT enamoured of the Ardmore. I love Cora's, but it's not a good 'greasy morning after' breakfast. What I want? An old-fashioned restaurant where the old-lady servers bring you coffee before you're seated, and call you 'dear' and 'hun' and serve you real fried potatoes with your crispy bacon. (Think Fred's Pancake House--if you've ever been to Fredericton, you'll know EXACTLY how amazing this place is. And if you don't? For goodness sake! Go to Fredericton and get yourself a Trucker's Breakfast! Go now!)

Know any good places?

So today I got a haircut. :) I chopped it all off again. So it's super short. And I love it. :) The roomie was shocked when he came home. I'm expecting much the same response at work tomorrow. :) I just felt like it. I got looking at photos online and on my harddrive today, and decided it was what I wanted to do. Seemed like a good thing at the time :) Although, it's supposed to be getting cold soon. Remind me in a couple of cold weeks how much I love my haircut, wouldja?

Here is an example of what it kinda looks like. Except mine's not blonde. And I LOVE IT.

God...this is so...????!

Proving yet again, that there is simply nothing funnier than Asian men playing Tongue Twister chicken...

THIS VIDEO.

Simply priceless.

canadiansadie sent you a video!

Courtesy of http://www.patiastephens.com/

All I can say is...Wow. Go Dove.

Women Over 30

I'm sure everyone's seen this, but it makes me smile.  And aspire to be this woman.

 

Real post soon...i just need to figure out where to start.

 

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This was written by Andy Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes. Andy Rooney says:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are
just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
"What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman
over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining
about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something
more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is,
what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30
give a hoot what you might think about her or what she's doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with
you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of
course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they
think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what
it's like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women
friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best
friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over
30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she
knows her friends won't betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a
woman over 30. They always know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not
true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over
30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are
forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are
acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with
her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,
it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman
of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of
himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when
you can get the milk for free". Here's an up date for you. Nowadays
80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not
worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.

Saturday from the trenches.

Howdy folks—long time no post.

 

Things have been…well, they’ve been. J

 

I started a very long and ranty post regarding Sunday shopping the other day, and decided not to post it.  I couldn’t even finish it, to be completely honest.  I am just so fed up with having to hear and talk and comment about the whole divisive issue, that I couldn’t be bothered to rehash it here.  Suffice to say, that I am opposed to it.  Vehemently opposed.  And yes, I’ll be working this Sunday.

 

My roomie leaves for good in mid-November, and I can hardly wait.  I mean, I want to have the rent coming in and all, but I’d prefer it if it came with some regularity.  And I’m looking forward to being able to wander my living room naked again.

 

Speaking of naked, the other morning I was getting up for work, and I was a bit late.  I grabbed my robe and towel to head into the bathroom…I opened my door, and as I was about to wander into the bathroom, I noticed that the light was on in there.  The door was slightly ajar; closed about 2/3 of the way.  As this is a bit unusual, I stopped in the hallway and listened.  My roomie was peeing.  WITH THE DOOR OPEN.  WHILE I WAS HOME!!!

 

I backed the bus back up into my room and made sure to make some noise as I was doing it, so he’d realize/be aware that I was around and indeed AWAKE.  I then heard the shower start up…so I figured it would be safe to go into the kitchen at least and make a cup of coffee--which, after the shock of nearly seeing Dom’s parts, was sorely needed.  I again stepped out of the secure little cocoon of my bedroom into the communal hallway, whereupon I glanced over my right shoulder to see that THE BATHROOM DOOR WAS STILL OPEN!!!

 

I hauled ass back into my room, quickly got into my uniform and grabbed my work gear, and headed out of the apartment.  I did not want to have to risk one more trip past any open doors and potential nudity.  Talk about scarring someone for life!  Once I was dressed and ready to go, I bolted for the front door, self-preservation causing me to cast nary a glance in any direction but Out.

 

I peed and brushed my teeth at Tim Horton’s in case you were wondering.

 

What else?  Hmm.  I’ve been to the gym a few times since last we spoke.  I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it.  Next time I fall off the wagon, remind me please, if you would?

 

I’ve been out a bit, but not a ton.  I went to the Old Triangle with Bill a couple of Fridays ago, and then last Thursday we went to the Celtic Corner again.  Fun times. J  This past Thursday, I went to see The Joel Plaskett Emergency at Alderney Gate as part of the Alexander Keith’s 211^th Birthday bash.  I went with Lynn and Stew.  That in itself is a long story, worthy of telling.  I’ll summarize with a blasphemous anecdote…

 

A rather religious individual with whom I work had weaseled his way into my conversation with another associate regarding my plans for the evening.  I said, “I’m going to celebrate Alexander Keith’s 211^th birthday tonight.” 

 

Dale said, “I hate to break it to you, but he’s dead.”

 

I said, “So is Jesus, but we celebrate HIS birthday every December.”

 

Dale said, “But Jesus is alive in your heart.”

 

I replied, “The spirit of Jesus may be alive in my heart, but the spirit of Alexander Keith is living in my fridge.”

 

Thank you.  I’ll be here all weekend.  Don’t forget to tip your waitress.

Lynn's DEELICIOUS Carrot Soup Recipe

6 med carrots

2 med potatoes

1 ½ cups boiling water

2 bullion cubes (i like to cut this in half)

1 tsp Worcestershire sauce (i don’t use this)

2 tsp salt

¼ tsp salt

½ tsp paprika

¼ cup butter or margarine

1 large spanish onion, finely chopped

3 tbsp flour

3 cups milk

¼ tsp thyme

¼ cup parsley

 

Cut the carrots into thin rounds. Peel and chop potatoes into ½” cubes. Put veggies into pot and add boiling water, bullion cubes, worchestershire sauce, salt, pepper, and paprika. Bring to a boil, turn down heat, cover and simmer for 15 minutes. At the same time in another pan, melt butter. Add onion and cook for three minutes (onions should become clear). Sprinkle in the flour and stir to blend (away from heat). Return to moderate heat, adding the milk, and stirring constantly until it reaches a boil (this takes about 15 min). When it reaches a boil, add it to the veggies along with the tyme. Bring back to a boil, turn heat to low and cover, simmering for 5 minutes.

 

 

 

Kitten Days

This summer? Soooo an extension of my Kitten Days. So when she says 30's the limit? BAH! Fie! I say Fie!

Check out the post for yourselves...