Pretty sweet, huh?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Pretty sweet, huh?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
This is wrong. On so many levels.
Now comes the real bitching.
I cannot get the show of Mad Men. Why, you may ask? How has this complete injustice occured? Why must Laura be denied? Because CTV decided not to carry it and my satellite provider does not host its American host channel, AMC. Sigh.
Who do I have to sleep with at Bell Express Vu to make this, I ask you? Who?!
I expect names to be provided in the comments section.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Last night as I was pondering the death of John Hughes, I was thinking how many of the peeps who appeared in his films seem to be MIA, of late. Where for art thou Judd Nelson, Molly Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy, hot guy from Sixteen Candles?
Seems that alot of celebrities from my youth have disappeared and maybe for good reason: most were, at best, Teen Beat ciphers with a penchant for partying, at their worse, talentless hacks who went on to rob dry cleaning establishments. My generation did not really get a Leonardo DiCaprio, you know what I'm sayin. Yet another instance of the eighties failing us, yet again.
Riddle me this, interweb, who else is MIA?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
This time it is my kids' playroom. Presently, it is a light purple - a delightful colour! - but the room is seriously crying out to be yellow. Mellow Yellow by Debbie Travis Paints, to be precise. Which is why after this post, I am heading to the pain store - did I just write that! I meant "paint" -to start this Projet Follie.
The last time I did an insane and badly-timed project was when I painted my porch at my old house in Toronto. I had just given birth to my daughter six weeks before and even though I was leaking through my shirts and peeing everytime I bent over or coughed, I just knew it was the right time to paint that damned porch. It took me two weeks. I did a little bit every nap time. Silly.
But, HOT DAMN! It looked good.
Let's hope that this one is not nearly as ill-inspired. I'll keep you posted.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I love Ron Sexsmith. Love. Him.
This year I was lucky enough to see him in concert. My heart and soul soared. Tears were shed. He sang all my faves (except Lebanon, Tennessee. I've gotten over it.) and afterwards, my friend Jenn and I sailed off to our homes on a unicorn with a saddle made entirely of chocolate. Sigh.
In short, his music makes me happy.