giggling

for telling maymay that because she doesn't want to work, she shouldn't.
and when maymay wants to go home, i tell her to go home, because. you know. I HAVE THE AUTHORITY FOR THAT.

and i have myself another giggle...
when i don't want to work and she tells me to "go play that bloody penguin game!" and i listen to her.
or when she tells me to go home because "she said so dammit!"

this is why i love that girl. she makes the work day go by so quickly....but we dont really work...so she makes just the day go by so quickly.

wind-chill factor

on a completely different topic for today, i had to leave jules' story sepparate. kids are too precious.

today it's -14 degrees celsius outside, but with the wind-chill factor...-31 degrees celsius. a whole four degrees celsius short of "skin freezing in a matter of minutes." FOUR. it's funny, because that really is a serious issues (freezing skin? minutes? rabidiculous!) but, after hearing the same warning on several different radio stations you just have to be thinking some mass email was sent out to everyone, outlining the risks and conditions, and they all picked the SAME one. i'm sure there were more on the list. regardless, keep bundled up out there!

i attempted to go into work early today, again. goal was to be in the office for 8:00 am. so i left my house 6:45ish. i had heard, amongst/before/after warnings of freezing skin, that the main route i take to work (DVP) was rammed, and closed in some areas. therefore causing a huge overflow onto side streets and rendering the DVP a parking lot. i decided on an alternate route, but soon discovered that so had everyone else, i got to work at 8:30.

i took lawrence all the way to leslie, where as many of you know breaks off beyond edward's garden, and continues again after bayview. the route leading from where lawrence ends and begins again, leads you through one of the many wealthy areas of north toronto, POST ROAD.

i'm putting along in ana, with the flow of traffic. which, when going through post raod can be a blessing and torture. the houses there are immense. i have on the most part gotten over the fact the homes on this street could house my neighbourhood in their front yard. or that they have fountains. or that they have iron gates bigger than my house. okay, really it sounds like i'm not over it, i am! really! in denial. shhhh. but really, i dont think i would be able to live in a neighborhood like that, let alone a house like that. i'd feel so alone. so in that sense. i'm over it. but on today's escapade through the land of ritz, i got a harder blow to the mentality. pulling out of a house basically fitting the same description as above, a bentley. not just any bentley though, a continental GT. it had me at hello, or xenon lights rather. the killer of the whole situation, i didn't even think of taking a picture. i was moving slowly enough, but i was so awe struck that it had never occured to me. oh well. i am now living on the bentley website.

i am sitting at my desk now at work, freezing. mom just called, asking how my back was feeling. it's been hurting from the snow shovelling, and the wrestling with the new snow plower. it still hurts, but i informed her that i was going to get bO to crack my back for me today.

"oh be careful with that, if he cracks it the wrong way you might get a disable!" a disable?? i am definitly not used to my mom speaking like a FOB, even though she is one. but that made me laugh and share the story with k. as a white guy dating my asian sister, he fully understands the humor in hearing my mom speak like that. man, i think anyone would find the humor in a filipino accent, it's priceless!!

my hula sister just told me that we're going to be in a talib kweli/mos def music video. after class this sunday, nuts! i'm looking forward to that!

as you can see by my verbal diarrhea, my day has been going not too shabby! too bad, work is getting in the way! he he! anyhoo, back to the grind.

from one great eye to another

parenting "jules"

j's son was in the office this morning.

"another drink daddy?"

"no, you have one already."

"another drink?"

"another day."

"i want another drink daddy!" maybe j didn't realize what he was trying to say.

"not today. you have one already. another drink, another day."

* * * i can hear jules running around for a bit * * *

"another drink today? daddy?" he says, like there was a chance he had misheard, and another venture to the pop machine, in all it's sugar infested-button pressing glory was in sight.

"no."

denied once again. but i think he might be over it. i can hear the tv playing cartoons, and cereal being muched on, and a pop can being sipped at. crunch. sip. crunch.

st. agnes experiment - results

so, i did it. last night, i called upon st. agnes' good graces, to show me my future husband. i'm quite the skeptic when it comes to these kinds of things, but i tried because how much can i lose just going to bed with spices in my shoes? (please refer to the link in the previous entry, spices were the easiest thing at the time)

you're all probably wondering if i had a dream, right? and if it was in any way related to st. agnes' custom? in short. yes, i had a dream. i'm not sure how these things work but i did dream about a man, a man i knew in fact. i was actually quite shocked with who it was. can i be any more vague? basically, it wasn't who i thought it would be. and i'm not disappointed because i'd like to think i am in control of my future, even if a custom based on a catholic saint tells me otherwise. *sigh* i really am the devil's child.

at any rate, i dont know how to read this dream because i'm refering to all the objects and occurances in relation to my future husband. i could be totally off, aggh. i don't know how this works. if you do, HOLLA! at ya girl.

the st. agnes experiment

today is the eve of the 21st day of January.

if you read here. you will read that st. agnes, martyred at the age of 12, was the

...patron saint of young women and the special protectress of bodily purity...

you will also read, there are many strange customs that go along with this particular saint. one being brought to my attention by 'leyna today, that being the whole part about finding out your future husband if you do this and this and this or that and that and that...all on the eve before st. agnes' saint day. which is, in counting, 30 minutes from now. i should make this fast.

i told 'leyna i was going to try this out as an experiment. i am not sure, but do you think this will work for semi-non-believer types? i guess you'll have to stay in tune for my results...

i'm crossing my fingers that i don't have a vacant dream, or that i dream of an animal, or that i have multiple dreams. as said earlier today to maymay, that would just be horrible and hilarious all at the same time. anyway, the eve is almost done, so i will sign off with the hopes that:

Agnes sweet, and Agnes fair,
Hither, hither, now repair;
Bonny Agnes, let me see
The lad (or lass) who is to marry me.
John Keats - The Eve of St. Agnes

GUY

there are no words that can describe what this girl means to me. but i will say that she floats my boat, and rocks it too!!

cuz GUY! how can i resist a girl that loves seafood as much as me. it's a sure fire guarantee on our borndays we have seafood. RAW. or cooked with black bean sauce. mmmm...black bean sauce.

who needs a spankin?

team russia (world junior hockey) does! and canada gave it to them!

a full fledged 6 to 1-whopping 5 goal lead-have your star cry ASS SPANKIN'!

hot dog cocky bastards always get theirs in the end.

go CANADA go!

let this begin the end of hockey for the year for real this time. unless, by some freak eleventh hour decision by the players (whose side am i on? haha!) we get a half-ass season. i am prepared to not have a season and to forego a stanley cup playoff (because will it really be worth it if they have one?) but if these f#$!@s prolong it for another season i will have to personally hand them an ass whoopin'.

as a wise senator fan once started, i now finish:

Dear Hockey Gods,
please let there be a season next year. let the players pull their heads out their butts and get back to playing good ol' non-commercial hockey. bring back the crease rule. get rid of the multiple refs/linesmen.

oh and one more thing..is it a general "hockey god rule" that if there's a number 9 on a roster that they're destined to be hot? and are #24, #31 blue and white just a wonderful mistake? just a general inquiry.

i would actually just be happy to know that there will be a full season in the very near future. got it?

right. HOCKEY. NOW. PLEASE. THANKS.

amen.

i got rewired in the new year...

there may be something wrong with me.

it's only the second day of the new year. and i've declined TWO bubble tea outings. TWO! like more than once, TWO!

man, something is wrong with me.

today i bought clothes over DVDs, and didn't look at a single new tech toy!

2005

38 minutes from surviving the first day of 2005. ha ha! the party was great. denny's was even better. dinner with my family, even better than that.

cheers! to a great beginning....

FYI. i plan on revamping this. possibly a new color scheme. that should be interesting.