Miss me?

Well here I am, emerging triumphantly from my Den of Sick. It was a doozy of a week, comencing ever so gracefully last weekend with what I will term the "cheese incident", and culminating with an intense cold and flu-type thing, vomiting, headache and overall lousy feeling. I can honestly say i have not been that sick in a very long time. It really makes me appreciate feeling healthy. I will miss the one teeny benefit of the sexy voice that I got on the last couple of days of my illness, and am trying desperately to hold on to it for a few more days, but I will not miss the cloud I was hanging out in. I didn't even get to enjoy daytime TV, I was friggin falling alseep at every turn, or coughing myself into some sort of alternate universe where little invisible creatures hang out and stab you in the throat and head with red-hot knives. Okay, I'm a wimp I admit, but still.

And so I'm back to work, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. Well not so bushy-tailed. I mean, I did watch ALL of the Oscars! Ah the Oscars, I love 'em! I get so caught up in the glitz and glamour and seeing what the stars are wearing and who wins, and who gives a good acceptance speech and everything. Some comments:

1. A little disapointed in Chris Rock. Didn't laugh as much as I thought I would and was hoping for. I did like his bit about Bush and the visit to the multi-plex though. "I ain't gonna front the people".

2. The songs were terrible!!! Antonio Bandares? Are you kidding me? Do they really need people to sing here? How about just showing a clip on the movie its in with the song playing like every other award.

3. The Kates (Winslett and Blanchett) were gorgeous! Also Kirstin Dunst looked fab in her blonde bob.

4. Someone feed Renee Zellweger a friggin sandwich, and get her some glasses. Obviously she can't see a damn thing what with all the squinting. I am NOT a fan.

5. Let the people go up ON the stage to get their awards for crying out loud. It is their big moment, and oooh, they got to go to the aisle to say their piece.

6. Don't cut off the speeches of the best Actress! That's crazy. The big acting award winners should get to say their whole bit. It was rude to cut off Hilary Swank don't cha think? I really NEED to see Millian Dollar Baby now.

7. And finally, cause really I could be here all day... More movie montages! I love them, its cheesy I know.

So thats it for now. I'm feeling better, still sounding a little sexy and all wrapped up in Oscar gossip!

100% Profit

I have a terrible memory. Well that's not entirely true. At work, I seem to have an uncanny abilty to recall where I have put random papers if they are not in the proper files (perhaps THAT is a problem?). But needless to say, when it comes to my own past, its a little fuzzy. I once asked my mom if something tramatic happened to me as a child and if I blocked it out. Perhaps I need regression therapy or something? She insisted that my childhood was really quite uneventful. Nothing so unsavory as to warrant therapy.

Its really all quite annoying cause my sister remembers EVERYTHING. She remembers all the mean stuff I did and said to her. She tells me that I told her about Santa Clause when she was six. And she can spout off stories like that when she was four I hid barbie's blue shirt with the sparkles on the collar in the air vent next to the chair with the flowers on it and there was a juice stain on the beige carpet that I did and tried to clean up myself by dumping an entire bottle of vinager on it... well you get the picture. And I've got nothing. No retort. No "yeah well, remember the time you did this..." Its just a haze.

But occasionally something will jog a memory. I suspect a lot of people are like that. Yesterday I was getting a can of Diet Coke (I am addicted people. It ain't pretty if I don't get my DC) and I used a toonie, and it gave me 4 quarters change. One of the quarters was a "horse" quarter. You know the ones with the Mounties. And it made me think about when I was a kid and we would go visit my grandparents ever summer. We lived in Nova Scotia, so we used to drive the 25 hours or so to the teeny town of Wheatley where my grandparents lived. By the way, if you've ever done the long road trip, especially in the days before air conditioning, you know that this was NOT a good time. My dad wouldn't stop unless HE had to pee. It was also the days before walkmans and gameboy, so we're talking reading, word searches and a hell of a lot of Eye-Spy. My sister and I would fight about who was taking up more room, and whose hot sweaty skin was touching the other. Sometimes one of us would slip down to the floor and pretend that it was comfortable to be squished into the little scoops, resting our heads on the hump in the middle. Obviously this was before seatbelt laws too.

Anyway, all year I would save up my horse quarters to bring on our trip to my grandparents. My grandfather collected horse quarters and kept them in a big tin canister all rusty with age. He would give me 2 regular quarters for ever 1 horse quarter. We're talking 100% profit here folks! It was an awesome deal really. I got extra spending money for going "uptown" to buy candy and treats at the store and my grandpa was happy with his growing horse quarter collection. I wonder if he still has it? Its a little sad, cause I can't remember when I stopped collecting them for my Grandpa.

Well, my DC is getting warm, and unlike my cuz, i like mine cold.

An origin of a Species

The Species being my blog of course. Okay so quick post only cause I'm at work and should be working. Am in fact quite busy but just HAD to start a Blog this instant. And since I want to see what it looks like, I had to write something.

The name of this blog I owe to my co-worker Heather who just happened to tell me that I say "What's that Now?" about 50 times an hour whenever I haven't quite heard what's being said. Which is all the time apparently. I am a wee bit deaf, but I think my not hearing is really just selective listening. I also do variations on this saying, including "Who's that Now?" and "How's that Now?". Since she told me this just today, I have now realized, she's right. I'm annoying with my "What's that Now's" all over the place. But hey, we all have our things, and this is mine. Of course I have many other "things" such as the excessive use of quotes (okay that wasn't one, but I realized I do that too). I got problems, its true.

Anyway, my blog is for me, and for my family and for any other poor soul who just happens to stumble across it expecting something profound and fabulous. Which of course it will be. Oh.. another thing about me... I'm way too sarcastic for my own good.