Update

I was looking back at a few old posts (yes, I have completely run out of good blogging topics and therefore must resort to reading old posts to get ideas. It's like the sitcom clip show of blogs here, folks.)

Anyway, so here's a little update on some of the things I've written in the past.

This would be the nice long post where I convince myself that I'm going to let our cleaning lady go and start doing all the serious house work myself. UPDATE: The cleaning lady is at our house right now, as I type this. Still doing her half-assed job, taking our money and chuckling to herself all the way to the bank. I have such strong convictions.

This one here is the post in which I discuss the atrocity that is the Twilight series of books. I mention how bad the books are! How I refuse to get in line with the rest of the world and enjoy the stories! How they are vile and evil and not teaching young women anything worthwhile! UPDATE: I'm currently on page 523 of the last book in the series. (In my defense, I was talked into reading it once again... AND I had already invested time into the 3 previous books, I might as well just figure out how it all ends).
UPDATE: It's bad. So very bad.

Finally, this one is the blog about towels and this one is the blog about someone stealing my milk. UPDATE: No real update here. Just kind of can't believe I wrote 2 whole separate blog entries about towels and milk. And I can't believe that people read them. SUCKAHS!!!

Today's breakfast...

...was a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk.

And - OMG - it was delicious. The kind of delicious that reminds you of your youth.

It's like I was 10 years old again. You know - not caring how much peanut butter was getting smeared on my cheeks as I indulged in the melty goodness that is pb on a hot piece of toast.

Sometimes it's just the littlest things that remind you of being young. And how fun and easy it was at times. No big decisions. No serious worries. No thoughts of "how many calories is this" as you stuff your face.

Just pure, unadulterated enjoyment in life.

We should all be so lucky to get to indulge in a little pb and j every once in a while.

I stayed in bed all day. What did you do?

The weekend? She was gorgeous, friends.

Sun was shining. There was a nice, light breeze. It wasn't 400 degrees, feeling like 500 with the humidity. T'was perfect!

Of course, I only got to take full advantage of Saturday, as much of my Sunday was spent in bed. Saturday night we went to a friend's wedding and got home and into bed at 2am. Not usually the end of the world for me. However, for some reason, it COMPLETELY knocked me out this time around.

I got up at 9am Sunday morning. Had a little cereal. Watched a little TV. Then realized that I had to drag my ass back to bed at 11am or I was going to perish from exhaustion right then and there.

So from about 11am until 1pm, I slept. After that, I woke up and spent from around 1pm until 4pm in bed reading.

I had a full-on relaxing, vegging, lazing about day.

And even though it was beautiful out? I enjoyed every second of my bed.

Ah, Sundays. How I love them so.

Arwen the cat says: "Stop yer yappin'. I'm sleepin' over here."

Friday

Sometimes when I watch TV, there's this commercial that comes on over and over again for some community calendar thing. And right before they announce all the ever-so-exciting events, they play this little song. And that little song gets stuck in my head every single, frickin', frackin' time I hear it.

This is all there is to it:

"To-day (pause, pause)
Is a good day!"

That's been playing in my head for the past 9 hours.

Oh, the irony.

What day is it again?

Happy (belated) Canada Day all!

Having a Wednesday off completely threw my schedule for a loop... I was certain it was Sunday all day yesterday. So, it's pretty nice coming back to work on what feels like a Monday, to realize I only have to make it through two more days before enjoying the weekend again.

Hurrah!

This weekend's festivities: yet another wedding. I think almost all of our friends are married off now. Honestly... Andrew and I are going to be po' after this summer is over with all the weddings we're attending.

And for this one, Andrew's actually in this wedding. His boyfriend is getting married. (His hetero life partner, as I also like to refer to him). (Man friends. They're odd creatures at times.) Which means, in addition to the fun and merriment of weddings in general, I get the added pleasure of ogling the hubster, all done up nice in his sexy duds. Mmmm... hubster.

Anyway, so only 2 days to go. Then another wedding. Will be getting much sleep on Sunday hopefully. And many other lovely things associated with weekends.

Woo!

Rib Fest Approacheth

Apparently Rib Fest '09 is starting up already.

I'm assuming you've heard of Rib Fest? If not: a) I pity you... and b) I'm going to wager a bet that you can guess what Rib Fest is all about. (Rib. Fest.)

Andrew and I discovered it last year over labour day weekend. We, along with a few other friends, wandered from booth to booth, sampling the fare which included everything from ribs (but of course) to blooming onions (think giant, greasy fried onion with batter...mmm...) corn on the cob and beer.

Each booth claims that their ribs are far superior to everyone else's - and the only way to determine if they're right or not, is to sample them.

And sample them we did.

We all walked out of Rib Fest '08 with full bellies, feeling more than content, and not sorry at all that we participated in a fest that is centered around nothing but gluttony. We also decided as a group that we would make it an annual event. Every labour day, we plan to meet up and go to Rib Fest together. (Such a lovely, healthy tradition, no?)

Imagine my delight when Andrew told me that Rib Fest was going to be around on Canada Day and friends of ours wanted to know if we'd like to go. You mean I don't have to wait until September for ribs and greasy fried onions?? Someone up there really likes me.

So that's what we'll be doing on Canada Day this year. I tell you, folks - nothing says patriotism like stuffing your face with meat.

Man, I love this country.

The Week of The Writer's Block

I honestly wish I had interesting things to say this week. But I just don't. Am uninteresting. Am failure. Must hang head in shame until some brilliant writerly-inspiration hits me smack in the forehead.

Apologies to you, Internet. Feel free to shake your head disapprovingly at me.

Go ahead. I will wait.

**Pausing for well-deserved Internet disapproval**

Will write something when interesting again.

Don't hold breath.