Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Here’s another totally ridiculous neurosis of mine – one that puts the ‘ridiculous’ in the ridiculously high standards. Thing is, every now and again I get into a funk (shocker, I know!). I am in a foul mood for no discernable reason, and I’m just fed up with people and life in general. The truth … Continue reading RHS #15 – Moody
I hate epic films. A list of movies I didn’t, and probably will never watch of my own volition: LOTR, Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia. I just have no desire whatsoever to sit through 3 hours of special effects for a story I can’t be bothered to pay attention to the details of. Give me … Continue reading Confessional
Here they are folks. The answers to those all-important questions you asked last week.
I’m putting them after the jump, since there’s a whole lotta content here: Continue reading “The Answers”
Remember when I blogged about how nobody wants to be the “sock giver” at Christmas? Well, we had the Spelunking Club Secret Santa this morning, and my Santa definitely did some research! Apparently wishes really do come true! Continue reading Better Socks through Blogging
You know you don’t clean your desk often enough when you go to clean it, and find your business cards from two jobs ago. Answers coming soon… Continue reading Signs
Urge… to… KILL….. I am not going to survive the next three weeks with Ray. He asked me this morning to buy more coffee, since we were nearly out. I hadn’t caffeinated yet, so I just nodded. After I left, I started thinking… uhm… I’ve made about 3 pots of coffee here since he bought … Continue reading Must… Resist….
I’ll tell you no lies. Apparently despite the complete and utter drivel I’ve been passing off as content, people still read. And occasionally comment. But that’s it. I’ve run out of things to say for the moment. Nothing fun or exciting on the Homefront, Workfront, Carfront or Datingfront. I don’t even get a haircut for … Continue reading Ask me no Questions
I was realizing the other day that my oven looks pretty gross inside. I should clean it. I hate cleaning the oven. But if the Christmas baking is to be done, so must the oven cleaning. Except I decided to make a roast the other day. And the oven, she gave up! So I called … Continue reading If you can’t take the heat…
There are some fun people that work for the Spelunking Club. My Gay-dar is really broken. At least I’m adorable. And kickass. And also gorgeous. And it is baffling and strange that I am not married yet. You heard it here first people – I’m a hot commodity, so get it while the gettin’s good! … Continue reading Things I Learned Last Night
…on the way to the blog. I went away for the weekend. It was awesome. I was going to tell you all about it. Instead? I decided to call some friends and tell them about it over the phone. Weird. Continue reading A Funny Thing Happened…
I just realized that I do a somewhat peculiar thing. I claim to eat a lot of trail-mix. And yes, there is usually a big bag of the stuff on my desk. And yes, the trail-mix does get consumed. Sort of. I make my own trail-mix. Use the regular premix at the store then add … Continue reading Space Oddity
I don’t really have much of anything to say. I’ve been busy at work tying everything up before I make it a long weekend and scamper off to a wintry wonderland for some much needed R & R. This will mark the first time since June that I’ve spent more than 1 full day away … Continue reading Tidbit
I am the easiest, and the hardest person to buy gifts for. I like receiving practical gifts. I will give those who request it a detailed list of what I want, including brand names, stores you can find them at, and approximate cost. People rarely like to buy me the practical gifts. Practical gifts are … Continue reading Gifty
This is a picture of Ray’s room. Click on the photos for links to Flickr complete with notes explaining the bizarreness of it all. Ray is obsessed with America. If America were a woman, Ray would want her to tie him down, spank him, and call him her bitch. Or, as he likes to say … Continue reading The Obsession
I present to you, yet another thing that drives me INSANE about Ray, which also proves that my intolerance is so inflated that I’m just not fit to live with other people in general. Ray eats stinky food. I don’t know if I ever mentioned (because it doesn’t really matter) but Ray’s Korean. When he … Continue reading The Eating