pickles on my head

tonight i put a pickle on my forehead.
so did james.
because i wasn't alone with pickles on my head, i wasn't weird. just silly.


AND whoa boy! silly! let's talk about liquor stores in the ottawa area!
not really silly, more like happy.
on the weekend i went to ottawa to visit with Laura and chris and maggie (the cat). we went on adventures to a SAQ warehouse where there are taps coming out of the wall with a never ending supply of vodka/rum/rye/... and you just fill up you bottle! crazy talk!
i think some random stranger thought i was talking the crazy when i found all these mini bottles of vodka and suggested that we buy a whole bunch and have a vodka bottle bath.
i didn't mean to take the vodka out the bottle... well only if it was to be drunk. silly stranger.



and we went on yarn store adventures. i didn't buy as much as cindy when she was off in toronto (holey-moley that crazy girl) but i'm happy with trying out my new sock yarn.

and there was more drinking and more liquor stores and there was a guy getting medical attention on the street. we were informed that he was a crack-head picking a fight. then our information bringer also said something about that being the reason he was a pothead: he would much rather be mellow. interesting point of view.

it was mucho fun to be with a kitty again.

and mucho mucho fun to have girly chat with laura until 3:30 am while drinking sangria... and doing some knitting under the influence. oh silly me.



oh! and we went on fun adventures to some place that was close to a big body of water. i like looking at boats. and there were so many ducks in the water. and on the way back to the car from the marina we come across some live music. some kind of swing-jazz type group (i'm pretty bad at putting genres on music). and then there was dancing to be had. on of the songs was about going to montreal. and yes my friends that is was i did. a couple hours after that song was played i was back on the bus to montreal after having a fantastic weekend in ottawa area with laura, chris and maggie.



laura is such an angel.

marjorie, danny, and I

the question becomes, who is crazier: me and marjorie or danny michel?
all that marjorie and i did was help out danny with getting 5s for change. see, the CDs were 15$ each, and everyone seems to carry around 20$. this makes 5 dollar bills very precious.
so between me and marjorie we only had 2 fives. so danny had to find a fiver to give marjorie some change.
then i thought maybe it would be nice to up danny's amount of fivers.
so i took marjorie's change, added to the other fives and got a cd. and danny calls us CRAZY!!!!
well maybe what he really said was "that was crazy".

but seriously, i think someone who knows the first verse of britney spears's "hit me one more time" song would be the crazy one. like, geez danny, i think you were a little crazy to be doing a britney spears cover.

me crazy? in this situation, danny i would have to say it's you.

the show was awesome. i'll see him again in vancouver i think.

and i saw maggie's band on saturday night. i was drawn to her music like a moth is drawn to a porch light.


other crazy talk

i think now i will bring the question, who is crazier: me or rene?
situation: it's a friday afternoon and i'm "gtalking" with cindy between cola, ice cream and rum (and cola), here's the conversation:

5:02 PM me: but raisens are weird looking
rene is asking about some "astrometric"
5:03 PM and marjorie wants to know when you are going home, then the 2 of you can get ice cream together!!!
Cindy: tell marjy probably around 6:30 or 7.
5:04 PM me: rene is waiting with baited breath about the "astrometric"
Cindy: tell rene my eyes are going buggy, trying to match up stars.
me: rene is sitting behind me breathing heavily
5:05 PM and being plain creepy
there is this strange freaky voice saying my name
and my keys are dancing around my head
Cindy: you should back up really quickly and run over his feet with your chair
5:07 PM me: check, he is now on his said [side] of the office
but now he's trying to give me cookies
i think he will stop being weird if you tell me if you are still trying to match up the 3 stars
5:08 PM please note: the cookies are not in his pants



so because cindy did not respond and save me from the cookie fiend (rene) he thought that it would be appropriate to call cindy's office and breath heavily into the phone and ask the person on the other line if they would like cookies from his pants (i guess he put cookies in his pants at some point, WEIRD)

unfortunately, cindy was not the one to answer the phone and instead an innocent bystander was assaulted with rene's bizarre question.

this strange strange man even made me answer the phone and tell his girlfriend that he was putting cookies in his pants. strange.

i am not so sure about that man.....

i think he's crazier than me.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew

there is a big hole in my bathroom.



it creeps me out.

eek! pirates!

my goodness, i sure do wish i was a pirate.
you get to drink rum ALL the time when you are a pirate. what fun.
but as i am not a pirate, i will just have to watch movies about pirates.
and the previews to the pirate movies. there was this one that started out so LAME, but i tell ya, it was more than meets the eye, if you know what i'm saying. tea hee!

anyways, other fun adventures include: being teased at a conference because i am going off to UBC to be a theorist (but my poster did get lots of positive attention, even with the print shop not printing the title of my poster), i had a picnic at the jazz festival with marjorie and rhiannon, i saw ANI D with patricia (i loves loves loves loves loves ani, she played a good mix of songs my favs: swim and shameless wo0t! and she put up very nicely with a crowd that yelled things like : i recycle and look at me!), at the ani show i got a new bottle opener key chain and discovered that heineken has new exciting beer bottles.

the ani d bottle opener came in handy on sunday when i went on fun driving adventures out to patricia's cottage. the cottage was surrounded by a shallow river. at one side of the cottage we would get into the river with our tubes and go for a nice relaxing ride (relaxing when you are not running into the river bank, or bailing water out of your raft with a beer bottle or playing "bumper-tube" or getting beached at a really shallow bit or getting your tube flipped over; those times are just plain FUN) which would last about 30 minutes and then we would end up on the other side of the cottage. NICE. a nice fun sunny day at the cottage. yay for patricia!!!

PS. yarrrrrr!

i'm turning into rene!!!

this is my friend rene. he knows stuff about pulsars and monte carlo simulations and moose calls.
he also has special multitasking skills.




I want to be like him. baby steps with 2 straws.



getting better!!!!


i sure do like my pixies shirt. by these pictures you would think i wear it everyday!!! thanks ken!!!



and i've been told that some people don't like tuborg. that's good!!! more for me!!!!!!!