Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Just so y’all are aware, I live with a thieving thief! I know that back in the day he was initially interested in me because of this blog. And it’s obvious he already stole my heart. But did he have to steal the Water Cooler water too? Continue reading FYI
People, you will not BELIEVE who emailed me yesterday. The Firefighter. New to the WaterCooler? Want to re-live my night of horror? Go back and (re-)read that post. I’ll wait. Finished? Let’s carry on then. The email was very brief: Subject: Long Time… Body: Haven’t talked to you in months. What’s new? Hmm…. let’s see… … Continue reading What’s Up?
Effing hell, I nearly forgot to blog today! NaBloPoMo almost got me, but lo, I’ve made it nearly halfway! Not that I have anything interesting to say mind you – but according to the rules, I have to put something here, so here you have it. Since I don’t really have anything of substance to … Continue reading Filler
It can never be a good thing when I have No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog and an old diary in the same room. In the spirit of Suggestion #7 – Examine Your Paperwork, I give you you, my diary entry from January 23rd, 1995 (I was 14.5 … Continue reading Cringe
postcards Originally uploaded by peechie. The Man and I are driving his parents to Seattle tonight after work, so they can catch a flight to Korea from SeaTac airport. Clearly I haven’t ventured outside Canada since my own trip to the peninsula, because when I went to dig for our passports in the drawer where … Continue reading Postcards From the Edge
When you misdial the last four digits of your esthetician’s phone number as -0300 instead of -0030, the woman at Atlas Yachts will be very confused when you don’t listen to her greeting and just launch into a request for a Brazilian Wax appointment. Why is it that the very second you’re trapped in an … Continue reading Tuesday Miscellany
I’m surprised I haven’t seen this on Craigslist yet, so I figured I’d put it here myself. You: Hot, short-haired girl in grey slacks, black pumps and a black sweater, carrying take-out across the intersection of Broadway at Oak. Me: Dude on the bus stopped at the intersection. That was a pretty fantastic trip you … Continue reading Missed Missed Connection