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ShinyHappy - Thoughts for April 2nd - 15th
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04/15/05 Now I will never stop making hairsticks!
I woke up today to find our water turned off. There's been lots of plumbing work being done on the building lately (which is what set the Jam Tart man off so badly) and today was apparently one of the days where they had to shut off the water to do what they were doing. That happens, but usually landlords and superintendents do something that's called 'Letting The Tenants Know About It Ahead Of Time'. Am I just living in some kind of pollyanna dream world to expect a little warning?
Annoying as it was, at least it was only for a few hours. However, the entire time it was going on the super had this beeping alarm thing going out in the foyer that is apparently necessary or unavoidable or something when they're doing plumbing work. Again, noise right outside our door, and it makes it hard to concentrate on things like writing essays and staying sane.
When I finally heard the beeping alarm stop I flushed the toilet to see if the water was indeed back on. It was, but to my horror the toilet filled with cruddy brown water. Really nasty looking stuff. Andrew said if they'd been working on the pipes it was probably rust, and he seemed to be right. I ran the bathroom taps and they didn't pour out brown water, although they sputtered and sprayed for a minute before settling down.
A little later I ran the kitchen taps and they looked fairly clear after a few minutes of stuttering, jerking hardware so I filled up a measuring cup with what I thought was clean water. Except when it poured in the cup it was suddenly brown water again and I was grossed out. Gross! We're going to use Brita water for everying cooking-related for a few days.
I'm a little pissy about being sick. Mom and Mimi are going to come down in a couple of weekends from now instead of tomorrow. With me sick and Andrew kind of in crunch mode with school it's better that way, but still disappointing.
I do have something to be happy about, though. I just sold nine pairs of hairsticks online, so now I can afford to buy lots more hairstick blanks. Yay me!
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04/14/05 What does it mean to bless lust, anyhow?
Oh, hey. I'm sick. It actually took me by surprise this time. It seems like a year ago I was sick every second week or something, but this year I'm surprisingly hale and hearty. Well, physically anyhow. Har har.
But seriously, I'm getting sick. Blah. I've felt it creeping up the last couple of days and it struck me tonight. Andrew was out and I was all set to watch my pictures when I realized I was freezing cold. It's beautiful and lovely outside and our apartment is nice and warm, so I found that odd. I climbed under some blankets and just zoned out on the sofa feeling alternately hot, cold and nauseous. Ugh. However, at five minutes to the end of Survivor Andrew came home with Colin and Jen in tow. They'd stopped by to see if we wanted to go out for ice cream with them and since ice cream is supposed to make everything better I was into it.
So, off we went to Pure Gelato. Once again the range of flavours to choose from was dizzying, but I went for Blackberry. The scooper informed me that I could get more than one flavour so I asked for Green Tea, but she seemed concerned that I wouldn't like it. I tasted some and while I loved it, I did decide it wouldn't really go with the Blackberry so well and opted for French Vanilla.
We all sat down to eat our ice cream cones and Colin started off some horoscope reading since the weekly Xpress was sitting right there. These were some odd horoscopes, I tell you. The best one was Jen's, and I'm going to write it all out so that others can share the weirdness:
Libra: You've heard about horse whisperers, people who have a deeply intuitive, almost psychic rapport with horses. You may have also heard about baby whisperers, those who specialize in reading the body language and secret thoughts of infants. Well you, my dear Libra, currently seem to have the skills of a dove whisperer. If you like, you could probably achieve a mind-meld with those birds in the coming weeks. Perhaps more importantly, you will also possess the unusual blend of powers that doves have symbolized throughout history: to bring peace, to cultivate tender intimacy, and to bless lust.
Jen will bless lust. Go, Jen!
I couldn't even finish my dang ice cream since I was not so very hungry, so gave my last bit to Andrew. When I'm feeling icky I like to have something carbonated to drink at home so the four of us went to a corner store beside the ice cream place. We wandered around in there for a bit and couldn't find what we wanted, but didn't leave soon enough. Jen discovered the world's moldiest bagels on a shelf and was icked out of her skull. I'm glad I didn't see them.
We left and Colin and Jen dropped us off at the Loeb Glebe. I was in there earlier today and there's a guy who works there that seems to flirt with me when I'm in there alone and happen to go through his checkout. I'm not being vain, but I'm not sure how else to interpret his manner toward me. He always asks me if that's everything, and I always say yes, and then he always says, "But what about some chocolate? Don't you want to buy some chocolate?" I demur, and he says, "Come oooon! Are you sure? Chocolate is really good." And then he watches me try to come up with something clever to say, which never happens.
Weird chocolate guy. Next time I'm just going to buy some chocolate to see what he says. So what if that's what he wants? Maybe it'll make his day. Andrew says that he's going to go in there and beat the guy up, but since Andrew is never threatened by anyone paying attention to me (with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing his woman loves him so) I don't think it's going to happen.
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04/13/05 Enceinte trumps odd taste.
I like the colour orange. A lot. It's such a happy colour, and ever since our super painted the front foyer a blazingly happy yellow/orange colour I smile every time I see it. So, last time I bought some beads I picked up a few orange beads as well. I figured I could make some happy orange hairsticks. I'm down to just a few beads now and thought to myself today that I should try to figure out what to do with the orange beads, so sat down and started fiddling, putting together combinations of beads and trying to be very inventive. At one point I thought maybe I was close to a workable combination and held it up for Andrew to critique. He looked it over and confidently informed me that my orange beads looked like a 'radioactive snowman'. Hmph.
Needless to say, I scrapped that design.
As of tonight, however, I'm out of hairstick blanks again and need to figure out where to get moremoremore. The Sassy Bead people did tell me that they've had hairstick blanks for sale before so they may order them in again for me. I don't imagine that they'll be cheap to buy from them, though, so that's probably not the best plan. This is why I keep coming back to getting a micro lathe. Then I can loudly bother the neighbours while more cheaply creating hairstick blanks. Win/win!
I'm all excited because Mom, Mimi and July are coming to visit on Saturday. We're going to hang out here for a bit and then go to dinner at The Works. Colin and Jen are invited to go to dinner with us as well, which I informed Jen of and believe that it is possible that Colin might be aware of as well. Mimi has instructed me that I am not allowed to eat the Lucky Sevens burger in her presence, however, since she is pregnant and apparently seeing me eat a burger with Nutella and bananas on it will cause her to die or vomit or something. I dunno. I won't eat it, though, since I love her and stuff. The menu is odd and varied and it might be time for me to try something new.
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04/12/05 That's right: Sassafrass.
There's no new Jam Tart news today. He's been quiet. I don't know if he got carted off or what, but I did hear his roommate bitching outside our dining room window today. He was talking to our super who was propped up on a parking meter as he seems to always be when the weather is nice. His roommate (Jam Tart's roommate, that is) is not a happy camper and while I wish him no ill, I also don't wish him much in the way of good either, since it was the two of them who stole our storage space last October (it's the entry at the top of the page for those of you who find scrolling haaaaard).
So, things were quiet around here today. Andrew was away for much of it, the poor dear. He's been working himself hard the last few days and had to go teach his Algonquin class today with very little in the way of sleep. Luckily he had a guest presenter so he could just zone out or something. I was worried he'd fall asleep during the presentation. Or on the bus. Or while walking somewhere. As for me, I did more hairstick work this afternoon and made five new pairs. Two of them were repeat designs, but here are three new designs. I know that one pair is inexpressibly ugly. Forgive me. I'm sure that even Michelangelo had his off days.
Andrew had a great idea. He suggested that I sell hairsticks at the Great Glebe Garage Sale. I don't think we have much in the way of extra stuff lying around to sell and I was a bit disappointed at the thought that we wouldn't be taking part, but now I can! And hopefully make some money doing it. I'll need to get bunches more hairstick blanks to do this well, but I will find a way. There is always hope. Keep on believing. Et cetera.
Jen and I got together at Bridgehead this evening for hot drinks and lovely chat. I had a hazelnut steamed milk and we both got lemon squares, which are so delicious I had a hard time concentrating on the conversation every time I took a bite. Jen decided that we should have an impromptu committee meeting about the upcoming Johnstock convention that we're having with our friends in Toronto, so we tried to figure out a few things, including the swag bags which I am so far responsible for. For those who don't know: Jen has a habit of giving her friends John names. The inspiration for John names comes from the Buckaroo Banzai movie which is an inexplicable thing in itself, so I'm not sure that even watching it would explain the John name phenomenon sufficiently, but there you have it. So, we will gather and do fun things for a few days with swag and presentations and food. Fun! My John name is John Sassafrass, by the way.
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04/11/05 I made a French joke!
Oh, the jam tart escapades didn't end. Oh, no. Jam Tart man carried on jam tarting throughout the night sporadically and into the morning. He seemed to run through the park beside our building at close to three in the morning screaming. And I mean screaming. He ran out in front of the building and then buzzed himself in the front doors. He was ranting out in the foyer as he tried and tried and tried to unlock his door. Andrew stood and peeped out the peephole at him while he did this, and the guy was just as bizarre and angry as he'd been earlier. No more spontaneous cries of 'jam tart', unfortunately.
At around seven a.m. our super called the police and tried to get them to do something about the crazy guy, but they said that since they couldn't enter his apartment without a warrant and he wasn't coming out they couldn't do much about him. He hadn't committed any apparent crimes, so their hands were tied. A couple of hours later the property owner came by with the cops again and this time Jam Tart came to the door and much yelling and rowdiness ensued. Jam Tart was Freaking Out. The anger seems to be related to the plumbing work that's been going on in the building recently, but other than that we're not entirely clear on the whole situation despite Andrew's peeping and eavesdropping attempts.
So, my sleep was not the sleep of the peaceful and unbothered, and Andrew's schoolwork was also neither of those things. Such is life in an apartment building, though, and it certainly is interesting at times!
I went out to run some errands this afternoon and stopped at Home Hardware to buy some batteries for the digital camera. Why? So I could share my hairstick pictures with all you lucky people that have been waiting with bated breath for proof that I've actually been making them and not just lying about it. So, here they are: Funky blue hairsticks, moon hairsticks, blue floral hairsticks, cinnabar hairsticks, cloisonne bead hairsticks, glowy green bead hairsticks, weird orange bead hairsticks, purple bead hairsticks and big red bead hairsticks. You may have noticed that I don't have fancy names for my hairsticks. Lots of hairstick sellers come up with fancy names for their sticks, so I'd have to call the blue floral ones 'Asian Dreams', and the green ones 'Vertigo'. I might do it in the future, so watch it.
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The weird and crazy were out in full force today. Even outside of our apartment.
It was beautiful out today so for once I decided to open up some blinds in the dining room. I don't usually feel comfortable with that since those windows face directly onto the sidewalk where people are walking by constantly all day long. I like my privacy, and unless I'm all prettied up and the apartment is at peak tidiness, I don't much like people glancing in at me. All day long.
Today, though, I went for it. Why not? I was doing some hairstick work by the window and enjoying the niceness of the day. A little later I left my seat by the window and was doing stuff at the computer across from where Andrew was doing stuff on his computer. Suddenly, someone whistled loudly right outside our window. We looked and there was a guy out there seemingly whistling at someone. He was right there, but it kind of looked to me like he might be trying to get someone's attention in the apartment above us. I mean, of course we looked at the guy. He was outside our window whistling. And hollering. He did this a few more times, and kind of ducked out of sight, although still with the loudness. At one point Andrew walked over to the window and looked out to see if the guy was still there. Suddenly he ran right up to the window, pressed his face against it and shouted, "F*ck off!"
I was like, "Did he just do that?" Apparently he did, and then took off. I said, "This is why I don't like having those damn blinds open." Because people walk by all day long and a certain percentage of them are just going to be crazy and want to yell in our windows.
It can happen even closer to home, of course. Not too long ago I was sitting here minding my own business when I heard yelling right outside our door in the foyer. Since we're directly beside the entrance we hear voices all day (and all night) long, so we just kind of ignore them for the most part. This time, though, the yelling was right at our door, and was obviously hostile. I went half down the hall and heard, "You know I'm talking to you. F*ck you." This was odd. Then, "JAM TARTS!" Even odder. I went down and peeped out the peephole. I saw one of the old guys who lives across the hall standing in his doorway and shaking his fist at what appeared to be our door. He said, "Jam tarts! I'll make you pay," and some other stuff along those lines, then went inside his apartment and closed the door. I kept peeping to see if anyone else was out there, but there didn't seem to be.
BAH! ZARRE! JAM TARTS!
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04/09/05 Thankfully, I'm not too sexy for my weblog.
I was going to link to something in particular in my weblog last night, but I'd gone on for far too long by the time I finished talking about my day. It's pretty funny, though, so I figure I'd better share it with y'all. Especially those thinking about choosing wedding dresses for themselves in the future. This is a public service, O.K.? Choosing a wedding dress is an intensely personal thing, something that requires patience and careful thought. Despite this, a lot of women end up wearing Ugly Wedding Dresses! Don't be one of them! I'll try not to be, too!
Phew. If you do visit that link, make sure you check out I'm Too Sexy For My Wedding. Because it's hilarious! And any shout-out to Right Said Fred is cool by me.
I've managed to get all of my hairstick blanks into working order without having to actually turn on the dremel tool at all. Andrew got a better saw and a miter box for me to use from his dad's place, and also a thingie that you can put a bit in and turn it by hand rather than using a power drill. I'd tell you what it's called, but Andrew's in bed and my research has led me no nearer the name. So, 'thingie' it is! Since the holes in my hairsticks don't need to be all that deep it wasn't too hard to get them the way I wanted them. Now I will be all crazy making hairsticks and putting up pictures of them. Oh, yes. I will.
We didn't end up going to Perth today. I mentioned a few days back that we were going to. It's not like I think anyone would notice or care that we didn't go, but I don't want to seem like a liar. We stayed here in Ottawa so Andrew could work on school stuff. We also went for a pleasant walk downtown to do some shopping. I got to talk to Jerome plus both my sisters today, which was entertaining as ever. A nice Saturday all in all.
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04/08/05 Next movie we watch: Runaway Bride!
Oh, what a day. It was pretty good, all told. I went back to the bead store because my hairstick surgery had been so successful that I required more beads for my hairstick-making pleasure. Yes, the wee hacksaw that Andrew has works nicely to shave off the rounded bits of those hairsticks. Some of them have holes drilled deep enough that I can still use them without drilling more. Yay!
There was an enthusiast working there who kind of stalked me around the store, approaching me every couple of minutes to ask if I was finding everything O.K.. I said yes a lot, then finally explained to her what I was buying beads for (in the hope that she would see that yes, I did have the situation under control). The concept of hairsticks puzzled her until she said, "Oh, you stick them in your hair!" Since this was technically correct, I agreed. Then she got even more interested and kept coming back to ask me what colour combinations I was putting together, whether I needed specific spacers. Et cetera. She was so pleasant and well-meaning that I actually didn't resent her much, even though I didn't require her help.
This evening Andrew and I hemmed and hawed about supper, until finally we agreed on something and he went to the Loeb to buy some things we needed. A minute or so after he left Colin called from Bridgehead to say that he and Jen were wondering if we were up for going to see a movie with them. I said I was and that Andrew was on his way to Loeb. They were heading there too, conveniently enough, so it was arranged that we would eat dinner with them at their place and then head out to the movie. I was glad for this, since I'd been kind of listless about the idea of making dinner tonight. I guess I'm just not a cooking enthusiast.
We had a delicious dinner with Jen and Colin, with side dishes of extreme tastiness. Well, I didn't eat Colin's impressive bean dish since I'm not a fan of the green bean. He made guacamole which I didn't taste since I'm also not a fan of the avocado. Interestingly, Colin said as he was making it that he puts in lots of lime to mask the avocado taste.
After the wonderful meal we headed out to watch Sin City. No sir, I didn't like it. I don't think any of us did. I was very curious about it going in since I've liked a comic book or two in the past (although I've never read the graphic novel this is based on) and the reviews have been pretty good from what I gather (although I haven't actually read any). This, however, was not enjoyable. I didn't like any of the stories (of which there were a few) and the graphic novel feel that they gave the movie left me pretty cold. It was too self-conscious and affected, and I found it distracting.
After the movie we talked about it in the car on the way home and I found myself really trying to figure out what I didn't like about the movie. I felt almost offended by it, but not in the way you'd think. It wasn't the violence or the depictions of women that got to me. I think I said something to Andrew about the creators probably claiming that people who don't like it just don't 'get it'. I also said something to him about the creators wanting us to get something out of it beyond pure adrenalin and thrills. Andrew said he didn't think they had any high intellectual aims. I agree with this, to a point. I've read a lot of comics in my time, and I've known some fairly hardcore comic book collectors. They took themselves pretty seriously, and took the storylines seriously too. So, I honestly don't think this was a shoot 'em up, blow 'em up, cut 'em up gorefest plain and simple. I think we were supposed to get something out of it besides a slightly queasy feeling. I'm just not sure what.
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04/07/05 Woodworking for raw, ignorant amateurs.
Well, after the soap-dropping shenanigans of yesterday I'm afeared I don't have anything so full of action and excitement to report about today. Let's see ... nope. Nothing got dropped, nothing got stuck to anything else.
My hairstick blanks arrived in the mail yesterday, though. I figured out today that I want to modify them, so Andrew is going to get the Dremel-like tool from his dad and bring it over here so I can do what I need to do. The place that I order hairstick blanks from is nice and cheap, but the blanks themselves come with a feature that I don't like. In this picture you can see that there's a rounded part at the top of the stick. I don't like that part. I want sticks that don't have that rounded part. So, I'm going to cut off said rounded part and drill a new hole in the top of the stick so that they look just how I want them. With no rounded part.
I'm dying to get my most current sticks made, so this has me all revved up. I get to use power tools and design hairsticks. So exciting. Right now I'm tempted to use the great big serrated kitchen knife to do it. But I (probably) won't. Probably.
If I lose a finger in the process, I'll still make weblog updates. Just you wait and see.
Oooh, I just asked Andrew if he has anything better than that for cutting with, and he does have a wee saw I can use. So, I cut the rounded parts off of a few of them using that and it works nicely. I still need the other tool, though, because using the saw kind of sucks and I still need to drill the holes deeper. But still; W00t! I like having a man with tools.
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04/06/05 No soap-dropping jokes, please and thanks.
I'm so excited about all this beautiful weather. It was warm out today. Warm, I tell you! People were walking around in their t-shirts and bare arms. Those were the silly people, though, because I don't know that it was quite that warm. It was at least thirteen degrees, though. I was out walking in it for about forty minutes and I was totally comfortable, perhaps even slightly warm, in my black fleece.
Today I was washing my hands in the bathroom. I used our Pears Transparent soap to do so, and when I was finished with the soap I put it back into our shower wall-hanging soap holder. Except that the soap fell down onto the bathtub floor. Now, I was in the process of rinsing the suds off my hands and just didn't feel like getting them soapy again so I left it, figuring that a bar of soap on the bathtub floor isn't a real problem. Right? Wrong.
Later on I was in the bathroom again and figured that it was a good time to pick up the soap and put it in the soap holder. I bent over and picked up the soap. Except I didn't. The soap wouldn't move. It wouldn't move. It was stuck to the bathtub floor more securely than it should be possible for a bar of soap to be stuck to a bathtub floor without the aid of epoxies or superglues. I tried to dig my fingers under it, I tried to wiggle it. Nothing. I suddenly realized that it was very funny and tried to casually call Andrew into the bathroom to give me a hand. It was difficult to just stand there and say, "Gee, could you pick up this bar of soap for me?" without cracking up, and I didn't really succeed. He knew there was something going on, but even he seemed surprised when that damn bar would not budge. I mean not at all. We both tried, we both failed. We started throwing water on it, but it still just sat there. Fine. We gave up on the soap and left it to think about what it had done.
A little later I went back in and tried again, and enough water had seeped under it to soften things up and I was able to pry it up, finally. But seriously! I looked on the soap box and while there are no ingredients listed, it says that Pears Transparent soap "is made from simple, pure ingredients - glycerine and the natural oils of thyme and cedar." I should be using this stuff for all my glueing needs. I won't have to buy epoxy for my hairsticks any more, and the fumes are much more pleasant. Hee hee.
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04/05/05 Those beading ladies are a wild bunch.
Today I took a trip to the bead store. I have more hairstick blanks coming to me in the mail soon, so I wanted to stock up on beads. I figured it would be relatively quiet in there on a Tuesday afternoon, but I was wrong! Very wrong. It was bustling in there, plus there was a jewelry-making class taking place at the tables set right where I wanted to do a lot of browsing. I needed gold spacers, see, and a lot of women were seated against the wall that held my gold spacers. I managed to wedge myself in between their chairs and the beads I was looking at, but it wasn't comfortable.
I got the hard stuff out of the way first, and from then on was able to enjoy the trainwreck that was the jewelry-making class while I browsed the rest of the store. The class ... wasn't going well. There was one woman who just didn't seem to get it. Now, I know it can be haaaaard. I've made enough beaded jewelry in my time, and Andrew has heard me cursing like a sailor as I did so. The instructor was walking these people through the process step by tiny little step, saying things like, "Now, run your finger along the side of the pliers. If you feel any wire sticking out, you have to make it shorter or you'll end up with a teardrop shape, not a circle." That sounds like a pretty finicky part of the process of whatever the hell they were doing, but almost every time they completed a step I'd hear the same woman go, "Oh, whoops. Uh ... I think I did something wrong?" And then the instructor would go over to her, look and say, "O.K., we'll just cut that off and do it over again."
I'd be surprised if she wasn't taking deep, silent breaths every time she heard, "Oh, whoops."
What was awesome (but not for the employees) was when the Whoopsie Lady was getting up to go and choose more beads and her chair fell over backwards and knocked a few jars of beads off the shelves behind her. I can say this is awesome and not sound like a total bitch because I have done the exact same thing and suffered the humiliation thereof. I did it last summer when Jen and I went to the bead store together and I spilled pretty blue beads everywhere. Go, me!
That was about it for bead store amusement, though. I had what I needed and hightailed it out of there to go buy parmesan cheese at the grocery store.
Other than that it was a quiet day for Keltie. Andrew had to teach his class at Algonquin, then had to head to Carleton for his evening class so I didn't see much of him until tonight. It sounds like we're going to take a nice little trip to Perth on Saturday to check out the Algonquin College Heritage Institute, so that's something to look forward to. I'm not being sarcastic, either.
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04/04/05 We don't look alike. Yet.
So the weather has been a tiny bit icky the last few days. Not snowy and sleety (thank you very much people who like to tell me that Ottawa weather is capricious and cruel). Just rainy. That's O.K. with me because I actually like rain, especially going for walks in the rain with an umbrella. It's so pleasant. I don't think that Andrew shares this view, though, as coming home soaking wet made him thoroughly grumpy yesterday. Poor sodden sweetheart.
Anyhow, today we went for a nice walk around The Glebe. (I've learned that it's important to capitalize both words. It's not 'the Glebe'. It's 'The Glebe') Anyhow, we went for a nice walk and looked at lots of houses. We couldn't remember exactly which street Colin and Jen's new house is on so we didn't get to look at it, but we looked at lots of other nice ones. Andrew has me looking at architecture in a way I never did before and I like looking at houses and talking about their style and some of the oddities that never would have struck me as odd before. Andrew pointed out that I seem to strongly dislike modern asymmetrical architecture. It's true. I kind of cringe and shake my head at that sort of thing. What I really hate, though, is when a lovely old house has been frankensteined with a shiny new addition that doesn't carry over any of the existing elements. Blech.
Tonight we were kind of waffling about what to do for dinner. After going back and forth on the issue for a while we finally settled on walking to the Elgin Street Diner since I had a yen for sitting in an all-night diner with free refills and good conversation. When we got there we figured that more is better and called up Jen and Colin to join us. While we were waiting for them to arrive someone else we know came in and ended up joining us too. So, it was a wonderful time and exactly what I'd wanted. The food aspect of it was totally secondary, come to think of it. I ended up having pancakes and bacon, for what it's worth. Then I ordered a dessert when Jen got one. I didn't really need it, but it was pretty delicious too; apple caramel pie. Yummy. Then we walked home. Good times!
Something funny; Colin started a meme in his blog called The Food Twist Meme. I jokingly put in a pseudo recipe that was just Mr. Noodles with hot sauce, but Colin actually tried it. Unfortunately I went and screwed up my own joke recipe by not specifying that it has to be beef flavoured Mr. Noodles, so Colin tried it with chicken flavour and didn't get the whole experience. Poor Colin. Also, the grossest peanut butter sandwich in the world is listed by his mom. Please, please tell me if any of you ever try it. Please!
I've been really missing having a pet around. I'm so used to always having pets. Something that I'd always thought would be great to do is to foster pets from the Humane Society. It's program that is set up for animals that require convalescent care that is difficult for the Humane Society to provide. Halo was always an 'only cat' type, though, and I knew it would stress him out having other animals around on a regular basis. That and I've never lived anywhere that was really appropriate for foster pet care. Now, though, we have this large apartment and lots of affection to give some kitties (or even doggies) that need it, so I'm thinking of applying for the Ottawa Humane Society Foster Program. I'd love to do it, so I hope we get approved.
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04/02/05 Those must have been some crazy bubbles!
Friday was a lovely day. Andrew had suggested going for a nice walk, so in the evening we settled on walking along the canal. We ended up walking all the way to the Rideau Center. On the way there we noticed a statue in front of a beautiful house. Andrew was very interested in it and said he wanted to get a closer look at it since he thought it may have been worked on by the same architect who designed the building we live in. I was skeptical, since it didn't look anything like our apartment building and I wasn't sure what tipped him off, but I did want a closer look at the statue. Also, neither of us recognized the flag that was flying in front of the building; three horizontal stripes of red, blue and orange.
When we got close to it we found out that it was the Armenian Embassy. There was a little box with pamphlets in it. We took one, and it turns out that the building was indeed remodeled by Werner E. Noffke, the architect who designed our building. That Andrew is some smart!
So we lingered for a bit and read about the statue in front of the building, which turns out to be a monument called Armenia Immortal. It's very intriguing. Read about it and educate yourself a little, why don't you?
After this we went, as I said, up to the Rideau Center, then decided we'd get some dinner in the Byward Market. Andrew suggested that we go to Tucker's Marketplace. It's a buffet style place which made me happy. I always enjoy buffets because I'm such a picky eater. At a buffet I can eat my fill of what I like and not have to leave things lingering on the side of my plate that just 'come with the meal'. And no, that doesn't mean that I ate three plates of cheesecake and a small side salad. I had roast chicken, veggies, rice, fruit salad, a lovely mousse and then I had some cheesecake. Yum, yum. The only problem is that I feel I don't tend to get my money's worth at buffets. I can't force down three heaping plates of anything, so I probably undereat for what I'm paying. However, I enjoy it thoroughly, so I guess that's something.
During dinner Andrew and I went back and forth and back and forth and back again over what movie to rent that night. We didn't really get anywhere on that until we got home and decided to see if Colin and Jen also wanted to watch a movie, which they did. Now, since it was a movie night with Colin and Jen the thrust of the whole thing changed and it turned into a 'bad movie night', which is fun if you have an appreciation for bad movies. We ended up renting Catwoman, which was terribly bad, but (in my eyes) bad in a very enjoyable way. I loved all the cats in the film, of course, and there was a special feature hosted by Eartha Kitt about all the women who have played Batman. Eartha Kitt obviously thoroughly enjoyed playing Catwoman and camped it up all over the screen as only Eartha Kitt can. She and Adam West seem to have a lot in common in that regard.
After the movie Colin was pretty tired, telling us that he hadn't slept enough the night before. However, one of the reasons that he hadn't slept well turned out to be Jen's fault. Apparently Colin heard her spitting and giggling like crazy in the bathroom, loud enough to disturb his slumber. It seems that our dear Jen friend had gone to brush her teeth, thinking deep, distracting thoughts as she did so. She picked up her toothbrush, pumped some liquid handsoap on it from the liquid handsoap dispenser and proceeded to brush her teeth with ... liquid handsoap. It didn't last long, from what we can tell, hence the wild and noisy spitting and giggling.
Jen, you are the cutest thing ever!
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