Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
So much stuff happening today. And yet all I can think about are those tiny freckles I can only see when my eyes are two inches from his face. Kissing should be illegal. It just turns me into a complete basketcase. Continue reading I’m just a girl
And just like that… a shitty morning can turn into a beautiful afternoon. And if you know me, feel free to call for the juicy details. Mmmm… juicy…. Continue reading *po0f*
…cry a tiny tear, and I’ll be done. I can’t take you back, but I can’t let you go either. Nobody said it would be easy… but they didn’t say it would be this hard either. Someone send liquor and chocolate asap. Continue reading Just let me…
I just realized that I had no content for October 2nd. It’s now 9:15pm on October 23rd, and I’m totally manipulating the date on this post so I have content for that one day of the month I missed. First person to notice this and comment on it, gets a free drink from me. Good … Continue reading Filler
This week has felt absolutely grueling. I have no idea why, but it’s like time just slowed down to a snail’s pace. Monday feels like a year ago. I am SO glad it’s Friday. In other news, the first official week of Weight Watchers was a success. I lost 1.6 lbs. Not huge, but a … Continue reading Waiting to Exhale
Yet another meme, because I don’t have any adventures to relay. This one requires some active participation from the readers – here’s what you do: Think of 3 pictures you’d like to see. Leave your suggestions in the comments. Things around my house or whatever… something I can take a picture of easily. Once I … Continue reading Window to my World
I have just discovered something totally neurotic about myself. I have a corporate logo coffee tumbler that I swill my caffeine from daily. I can’t begin drinking, until the mouthpiece is centered over the logo. If the logo isn’t facing me all nice and neat, I can’t start drinking. Bring on the rubber room. Continue reading Tic, tic…
If I ever again say “I have nothing to wear,” someone needs to smack me. Because this gigantic pile of laundry that I’m about to scale strongly suggests otherwise. Someone please send oxygen… Continue reading Mount Washmore
If only my inconveniences and distractions were as small as keeping a couple of dimwitted wannabe thieves out of my house while I’m alone at Christmas time by rigging up potentially dangerous but ultimately amusing booby traps using toys and household items.
I wish.
Instead, I’ll just adopt the scream and try not to kill anyone who interrupts me for the rest of the afternoon.
Continue reading “Macauley Moment”
Observations on the weekend, in point form: -Snuggling is good. I got to do a lot of it this weekend. Well, a lot compared to the amount that I have been lately. Must engage in more snuggling – now recruiting possible snuggle companions. –Beer is also good. Even better when you throw caution to the … Continue reading What’s the Point
Hah. Brittney Spears has covered Bobby Brown’s My Perogative. Should I start a pool for when we figure she starts smackin Kevin around and saying “Crack is Whack?” Continue reading My Perogative
I am possessed. Someone gave me a points calculator yesterday, and I have become totally and utterly obsessed with calculating the points value of everything. Every. Single. Item. Of. Food. Ever. (Disclaimer: Hi, boys? Still cute over here! Not Elephant! Don’t be fooled by the “diet”! Hot boots still need hot date!) So yah. I … Continue reading Obsession
\Hy*per”bo*le\, n. [L., fr. Gr?, prop., an overshooting, excess, fr. Gr. ? to throw over or beyond; “ype`r over + ? to throw. See Hyper-, Parable, and cf. Hyperbola.] (Rhet.) A figure of speech in which the expression is an evident exaggeration of the meaning intended to be conveyed, or by which things are represented … Continue reading Hyperbole
Ah hah. The cool boots have found me. Women know what I’m talking about. You don’t find great shoes, they find you. They whisper, purr, draw you in, then wrap your feet in soft, soft leather and promise to take you anywhere…. Now I just need a hott date to take me and my hott … Continue reading …were made for…
This training room is still damn cold. They dangled hope in front of our faces by saying that “there are now three heating complaints for the [bigass] building – so I guess we’ll have someone come in to fix it.” But we are not fooled! And it is still not fixed. What we are is … Continue reading Ice Princess