tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48980090702683112012024-02-18T19:09:49.198-08:00Stuff and JunkAmazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-73972166852047453202011-07-04T11:20:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:20:27.291-07:00Going to Asia.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In like, 5 hours.</span><br />
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Also, I took down the giant black and white photo of the bleak and desolate beach and put up a huge hand made hand dyed piece of papyrus paper that makes me happy, and bought matching cushions for the couch. Now, I have a wall of sunshine in my house!!<br />
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Yay!Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-4973905947880530412011-02-25T16:39:00.000-08:002011-02-25T16:39:06.118-08:00I has a sadSo, aside from the devastation caused by the contents of my last post... before that... my whole life... I've suffered from S.A.D.- the very aptly named Seasonal Affective Disorder. Which means that for the months of December through April, I look something like this:<br />
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It's rough.... like, really rough. I know that lots of folks get "the winter blues" and are fairly moody in February and March, but this is more, and it's a real disorder, okay? I'm allowed to be a miserable bitch because I'm actually sick.<br />
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This year has been harder than most (and I just discovered that it's a side effect of a drug my doctor prescribed for me... so... yay!) and I've been a sobbing hysterical mess most of the time. I scream and cry for no fuckin' reason at all, and never want to go outside because it's cold damnit, and I hate the cold. I hate the snow. I hate the winter. I hate it because it makes me verge on suicidal every single year.<br />
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I've had lots of people say very cheery things like, "Well you can't change the weather, so you might as well enjoy it!" or, "It's Canada in January, what did you expect??" You know what... I expect it to be cold and snowy. But what they don't understand and never will is that this weather, combined with long dark hours, little sunlight and NO colour actually makes me insane. I don't just dislike tobogganing and ice skating or skiing... I don't ever want to SEE those things... because they remind me of the season which tries to get me to kill myself every year.<br />
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So, for you folks who love the winter and get all excited when it snows, great... I'm thrilled you don't want to hibernate like me... because it's miserable. But it's not something I have control over, okay?<br />
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Now, with all of that ugliness off my chest, I decided that I needed colour in my house... our decor is black and white photography of isolated beaches and wintery trees (how did I let that even happen??), black furniture, beige walls... all... sorta... dead.<br />
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I would buy potted plants weekly just to have the blooms etc. constantly... but I can't seem to keep potted plants alive, and cut flowers are ridiculously expensive for some reason, and they just die anyway... at least with a potted plant, there's hope. But, it reached a point where my husband just said, Hun... enough with the plants.<br />
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Okay... I get it. I ignore my houseplants in the winter months because I'm too moody and sad to cope with them.<br />
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So... I decided to make a fake tree.... a Dr. Seuss inspired artificial Truffula Tree!<br />
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This madness hit me one friday evening, and I frantically dug up every bright piece of yarn in the house and began making fat hand-sized pom poms. It got a bit messy, but I was having fun... like, actual FUN while doing it!!<br />
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I wrapped the yarn around my palm repeatedly, then slipped the whole mess off and tied it around the middle and snipped the loops. Easy peasy. Then I trimmed each one to a nice round shape... this made the most glorious mess on the coffee table and spread a bit to the floor (which made the hubs panic a little, but I promised to vacuum in the morning).<br />
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I caught her red-handed putting the pom poms onto our small holiday tree, and a couple into the Solstice candelabra. She was upset that I caught her before she'd finished, but I was so pleased with her efforts I let her complete her project!<br />
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What a little doll I have. She brightened my days in a way I never expected. The big Truffula stump will likely become kindling because I'm going to leave my tiny Truffula the way Ziggy planned it. At least until Spring when we'll decorate eggs to hang on the tree. <br />
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My sad has been lessened, and all it took was some tufts of bright yarn, a 4 yr old's imagination and creative eye, and a whole lot of hugs and kisses from my family.<br />
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Winter is almost over... I've stopped taking the medication that made me EXTRA crazy this year... and hopefully... one day... my hubs will apply for a job in the Caribbean. Until then, I have my Truffula Tuft to remind me that there can be happy days in Winter.Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-21507689241625074862011-02-22T06:28:00.000-08:002011-02-22T06:28:43.558-08:00The Hardest Thing...Last night I was at a visitation in a funeral home. It seems like every 3-4 months I'm at a visitation in a funeral home. Too many people in my life have died. I'm only 32 years old and can count at least 15 people in my life who have died and funerals I've attended. That's too many. <br />
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Death is never easy, but there are some funerals easier to digest than others. The death of an elderly grandparent with many great grandchildren and a full and happy life is one I can accept. The death of one of my peers is one I cannot.<br />
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This death, however, is not only one I cannot accept... I completely do not understand. I stood there, at the front of the hall, with tears streaming down my face as I looked into the tiniest coffin I've ever seen at my friend's 9 month old daughter's lifeless body. She looked like a little doll... only sleeping in a pretty satin crib. She looked like she would wake up at any moment, crying for a bottle. In fact, she SHOULD. Babies should not die in their father's arms while doctors turn off their life support machines. Babies should not go into cardiac arrest. Babies should not need heart transplants. These are things I cannot accept.<br />
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My friends stood there, lost. Staring at the face of your child in a coffin is the most devastating thing I've ever seen. They just stood there, not understanding. Neither of them have been home since she got ill in the first place nearly a month ago. Their 5 yr old son knows his baby sister died, but he keeps asking when she'll be home... because a 5 year old can repeat the word "dead" without even coming close to understanding its meaning.<br />
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This morning is her funeral. I couldn't go. Not because I couldn't arrange for daycare for my own child, or because I couldn't afford the gas in my car to drive the 2 and a half hours to the church. No. I couldn't go, and watch my friends close the casket, knowing that would be the last time they see her beautiful face. I cannot go to the cemetery and see the 4 pallbearers carry the tiny coffin to the burial plot and watch as it descends into the ground out of sight forever. I went last night to hold and cry with my friends and their grieving families. I went to say goodbye to the baby. I came home and crawled into bed with my own daughter and sobbed uncontrollably, listening to her stuffed up nose snoring- thinking it was the most beautiful sound in the world. I saw her sleeping face and feared one day being in the shoes of my friends. No. I could not go to her funeral today... or ever. <br />
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I'm okay with not being strong enough for that. I know that my friends understand.Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-23489637087733114882011-01-16T08:44:00.001-08:002011-01-16T08:44:43.960-08:00Planning...an Asian adventure is kind of exhausting. Asia is huge, y'all. Huge.Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-79970534110991338472010-11-22T06:32:00.000-08:002010-11-22T06:32:25.146-08:00Amazingly Amy's Amazingly Asian Adventures!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, I've been talking about a trip to Malaysia (via one of 3 possible stop over spots, to be determined at a later date) to see and do wild and woolly and new things I've never done before. But talking isn't doing. No no. It's just talking.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well as of last night, it's official. Matt and I will be flying out this July for roughly 3 weeks to climb a mountain in Borneo, scuba dive fantastic wildlife laden reefs, cuddle turtles and sharks, tan on fabulous beaches, stay at least one night in one of those huts over the water, and eat stuff I'm afraid to know what it actually is. We are talking about visiting Hong Kong, Seoul or Singapore as well, as part of our travel there or back, or maybe pick 2 places and see one on the way in and the other on the way out. Either way, I have to say, this is most certainly the most exciting thing in my life at the moment.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've also broken out of my vicious writer's block, courtesy of my pal Damon Guyett. He's inspirational ♥ I am falling behind on my crafty xmas/solstice gift creations, though. I have stuff to make and no motivation to get them done... why do I do this to myself?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Glee is on tonight.... with Paltrow. Why? I miss the good ol' days of Will and Sue barking insults at one another and teen angst. Now every episode is guest stars, theme weeks, and every episode is about an ISSUE. Guys, this is not an issue based show. It's a musical comedy. Mostly comedy. STOP BEING SRS CAT!</span>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-68288654579426508102010-10-20T05:21:00.000-07:002010-10-20T05:21:59.623-07:00Crash, crash. Burn!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, I have all 3 of 30 Seconds to Mars' albums... and I like them. But I never really *listened* before. Well my good friend *b* posted a video of this randomly strange girl transforming herself into Jared Leto using nothing but makeup, time and talent (vid </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDruPPPMK3I"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, if you're interested) and it prompted me to watch many YouTube videos of Mr. Leto which led me to the music videos for 30 Seconds to Mars.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He had been very ill in the last year, and... in fact, nearly died last October. He endured surgery, post operative complications, additional illnesses and didn't come home from the hospital until Christmas Eve of last year. It seemed like a true miracle. Last night, in the peace of slumber, in his bed beside his beloved wife, Sandra, my uncle slipped into his next life. He was only 67 years old.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And when I feel most down, when I feel hurt and broken... I shall press on, and see what music I can still make with what I have left.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She and FutureBride have been fighting a lot lately. Maybe being in the same Kindergarten class isn't the best thing... they get no break from one another.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My friend *b* didn't get a puppy like she was planning/</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hoping/dreading this weekend, and she's sad about it. I love you, *b*... you did the right thing, hun. [love10] <-- I know you don't know what that is, but it's the biggest love I can give you on the internets.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've decided on making all gifts this year for Solstice/Yule/Christmas again... even though last year's knit-a-thon was a bit disastrous, this year I've gotten a bit more creative, and a head start! I shant divulge what I'm making for whom, in case anybody sneaky reads my blog without "following" it and I let stuff slip. But yeah... go crafty me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, there are flies copulating on my laptop. How rude. They didn't even ask.</span>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-39286178512127579712010-09-22T17:38:00.000-07:002010-09-22T17:40:14.437-07:00Somebody stop me...<span class="Apple-style-span" >I started another novel today.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >what the hell is wrong with me?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've got this irrational fear of completing a project, methinks.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today is the Equinox. All Hail Equo! Not really. But I did set up my altar anew for the new season, and meditated today and will perform my ritual this evening at 11:09, when the official equinox occurs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >In the mean time, I am listening to Lilith Fair 2010, and I'm diggin' it.</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-26510257425446203582010-09-19T18:02:00.000-07:002010-09-19T18:11:55.257-07:00September!!<span class="Apple-style-span" >So, we're into the swing of things.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Zigz is in kingergarten.... Kindergarten A, to be exact. So far, she's pissed that it's every day, and says it's boring, but likes Mrs. Fleming and the fact that Miss FutureBride is in her class (yes, my 4 yr old is a proud member of the </span><a href="http://www.gaycenter.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" >LGBT </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" >community).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Matt is back to work, and so far this semester is a massive clusterfuck. For serious. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have set myself a wee schedule for this year. Here she be:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Monday-Wednesday: Novels... nothing but novels.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thursday: Coffee with friends in the am, and housework in the pm.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Friday: Laundry and groceries.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sounds horribly boring, I know. I know. SHUT UP!! I KNOW!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But the 3 days of writing is fun, and I love to write, and I have SOOO much that needs to get put down in text and then edited into what I've already got.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This is my first holiday week as an official </span><a href="http://www.druidry.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" >OBOD </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" >member!! It's Alban Elfed, and that's a whole lot of harvesty goodness. Like, early Thanksgiving. ♥</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Also, my hair isn't growing fast enough for my liking. It's not long enough to put up, but long enough to drive me batty, curling around my ears and neck. Plus, I think I want even more bangs... which... I know. I KNOW! Sheesh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You people sure are pushy. ;)</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-71418867971107718792010-08-18T08:29:00.000-07:002010-08-18T08:31:51.096-07:00Colton Haynes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBGgFjCII5ACixjbU5i7BEdUXoOFi9t5VuO2DVmRgfi4q9jeMR8BKJayBgUzdSrwlc3tooK2XmYq56_2yeB5OR-lhwHwW54KU6Nmxjk8AQcvwxI14x2Ltim8ghMtHchUtREULEtF55Zns/s1600/colton-haynes-colton-haynes-11814611-470-602.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBGgFjCII5ACixjbU5i7BEdUXoOFi9t5VuO2DVmRgfi4q9jeMR8BKJayBgUzdSrwlc3tooK2XmYq56_2yeB5OR-lhwHwW54KU6Nmxjk8AQcvwxI14x2Ltim8ghMtHchUtREULEtF55Zns/s320/colton-haynes-colton-haynes-11814611-470-602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506772967666505426" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">... that is all.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-6170738026345115942010-07-01T12:41:00.000-07:002010-07-01T12:53:59.343-07:00So, it's Summer<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nordic Giant is finished work for the summer.... Zig is out of preschool. And I... I am about to plunk my bum on a beach for 2 months. With family in tow, obviously.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My cottage awaits my love and attention for the next two months. I have a garden to tend to, a beach to supervise, and many many trees to enjoy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is good. It's a time of detox. No internet, no telephone.... just radio weather updates and friends. Quiet. Laughter. Bonfires. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My entire life will change when I come back... so... I'm viewing this summer as my time in a chrysalis. A time of restfulness and preparation for the next phase of my life; Life without Zig.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Not completely, of course... omg. No. I simply mean, my life as an at home mommy is going to change drastically because Ziggy is going to Kindergarten which, thanks to McGuinty, is now 5 days a week, and all day long. I will have an empty house (save for Darla) in September. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I've had lots of people ask if I'm going back to work... funny thing is, I never left it. I worked in daycare, caring for small people, for 15 years. I still care for small people... I just have longer hours, and the pay is horrid (unless you count the pictures on my fridge, the laughs, cuddles, kisses and general mommy-daughter mayhem). But when she's gone all day... that's when she'll need to know I'm still here. Mommy is home. Nothing has changed. I can go at the drop of a hat if she's sick or hurt. I can come along on field trips, and supervise lunches if need be. Mommy is there. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But what will I do, you ask? Well.... some of you know I've been writing novels... or at least, trying to when I get a spare couple of hours... but it's hard work when you've got constant interruptions. So that is my plan for September... Write. Complete. Push around. Fingers crossed.... Publish.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But that's all 2 months away. Right now, I'm packing. Packing every piece of summer clothing I have, Ziggy has, and everything the dog might need for 2 months. Tomorrow... My summer of rest begins.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">♥</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-79103208392213536482010-06-28T18:02:00.000-07:002010-06-28T18:13:04.697-07:00Ma Belle Evangeline<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvsjzsx8GQ1qae8wyo1_500.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvsjzsx8GQ1qae8wyo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />This song makes me cry. If you are unfamiliar with Disney's The Princess and The Frog, you MUST get your hands on it. Fantastic Jazz soundtrack, hilariously entertaining characters, amusing writing, and a wicked Voodoo man.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">In other news, Darla has discovered a gopher hole beneath our deck and goes under to growl and bark relentlessly at the beast within. She's currently having a bath because, well, she gets FILTHY under there. Bath time for Darla:</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJ_Hzr2Lbaa67jBKd2qPQImAEwqZNCGGCgU2lRMEvnBmnbTlBT9MyugeIwmg-IsK9a5fiKfDVeGvMIWy1-TdHX80ncfw-Dc6cgJ8IUGSIeF5loAZ-N5TNP02Wp19V_-tohmu1s3eZglel/s1600/101_2129.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJ_Hzr2Lbaa67jBKd2qPQImAEwqZNCGGCgU2lRMEvnBmnbTlBT9MyugeIwmg-IsK9a5fiKfDVeGvMIWy1-TdHX80ncfw-Dc6cgJ8IUGSIeF5loAZ-N5TNP02Wp19V_-tohmu1s3eZglel/s320/101_2129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487997085319369666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Also, 2 days until summer vacation. 2 months of beach. Eat your hearts out, readers. Both of you.</span></div><div><br /></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-3839214182231350552010-05-11T09:52:00.001-07:002010-05-11T10:01:20.480-07:00Rock of Ages and other various randomnesses<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So, Rock of Ages was... amazing. I adore Yvan, I adore Tristan, and seeing them rock their faces off yet again in a new and exciting musical set to 80's hair band rock and roll was epic. If you get the chance to go... GO!!! I plan on seeing it many times. I bought this shirt there: </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e273/funshine_bear0/Snapshot_20100506_1-1.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e273/funshine_bear0/Snapshot_20100506_1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So yeah, those are my boobies. Hooray!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I got my puppy, and she's adorable and beautiful and I love her to pieces. Best mother's day since my first one, really.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I have officially lost 10lbs now since quitting coffee/sugar/cream/wheat. Once I'm actively walking with Darla and not just the typical new puppy meander and sniff EVERYTHING in my path, I hope to shed some more of the weight and an inch or two off my hips and tummy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Oh, and I STILL want this diamond ring... like... for my 6th anniversary, maybe? Pretty pls with diamonds on top?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.diamondhybrid.ca/images/catalog/1090-01.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://www.diamondhybrid.ca/images/catalog/1090-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you, that is all :) ♥</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-58678421990134764002010-05-05T08:39:00.000-07:002010-05-05T08:43:57.446-07:00I like Bees!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />So, I sorta forgot about the Monkey Banana for a while... so sue me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I have bangs, better than 20/20 vision, and I get my dog in 4 days.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I am currently eating a guacamole burger.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lost is almost over and THAT is devastating news, lemme tell ya. I love Jack. I want to marry him. I mean, srsly. Look at the yum!</span></div><div><a href="http://www.kaputz.com/matthew_fox/pics/000002-matthew_fox.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://www.kaputz.com/matthew_fox/pics/000002-matthew_fox.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sigh... I miss Desmond and Alpert, too... they had best be in the next episode.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I am seeing Rock of Ages in Toronto tonight... review to follow.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-44297075209863467802010-04-26T05:36:00.000-07:002010-04-26T05:45:42.990-07:00New Eyes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />So, I'm on day 4 post op.. I have had no pain, no discomfort, nothing... I have no altered night vision or halos... I just have 20/20 vision. It's crazy!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tomorrow I go for a hair cut, and will be getting bangs like these</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://hairstyletwist.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/istock_000006677662xsmall.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="http://hairstyletwist.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/istock_000006677662xsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 424px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I know... you're jealous.</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-79140772657858070612010-04-22T06:00:00.000-07:002010-04-22T06:08:55.316-07:00Earth Day<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5tYwepoO2HcmaI71I_eph0CZ5ePem8iaJLmEixoA2kUTswXPaMiV45c21brBTXKwa-l6oRfQae_66Hd7xGc_tmRxpqMKFyUHfzYt3-Y_wO4dzREoa8bpcH21X3hRaLRISX6vl_qU0HuC/s1600/mother-earth-kent-pasilis.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">She is our Mother. She is our Life. Honour her. Protect her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Too many people have forgotten or ignored the fact that we were born out of this Earth. She bore us in her womb. She nursed us with her flowing rivers. She feeds us with her bounty. This Earth is the only one we have. Our Mother. Tread softly on her heart. </span>♥ </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Celebrate Earth Day /|\ Blessed be our Earth.</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5tYwepoO2HcmaI71I_eph0CZ5ePem8iaJLmEixoA2kUTswXPaMiV45c21brBTXKwa-l6oRfQae_66Hd7xGc_tmRxpqMKFyUHfzYt3-Y_wO4dzREoa8bpcH21X3hRaLRISX6vl_qU0HuC/s320/mother-earth-kent-pasilis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948035094899634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-83419383345904260602010-04-21T04:59:00.000-07:002010-04-21T05:08:15.943-07:00I'm officially 1 week clean!<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Coffee is officially no longer an issue for me! In 1 week I suffered the migraines, the shakes, and then, the horrible issue of what coffee does to one's intestines.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So, since I quit coffee (and consequently, sugar) as well as removing wheat products from my diet, I have lost nearly 7lbs. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Wait... 7lbs in a week? I'm fairly certain that most of this was water retention, and that I won't be losing a pound a day beyond this point.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But I've noticed a huge difference in how my clothes fit, and how my belly looks! Which was my original goal/intent with the sugar/wheat thing... get rid of my jellybelly. It's working!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It turns out that I don't miss wheat, and due to the whole Gluten-Free diet madness, it's really easy to find wheat-free grain products. Today I will be making spelt loaves. I had spelt flakes for breakfast, which... don't let my Irish ancestors hear this... is better than porridge! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Also, today is my birthday. No plans, no fanfare. We had a family celebration on sunday at my mom's. Matt got me the Wii! So... Wii Fit, here I come! More skinnies!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Also, new pics of Darla!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4B8ilE_sMYIxx_S-2fDeYgpQ1EnWe4hJWBBvdbqZ7_GSF6GI3rSKaucfF57TqElSiuYXOm9wUunr2CHbZ0AXgHAoW6C7a3ayhXS2cdBuOMm55TSW0OhMoXR_Gbg0u3mm8j1fA4ecGIe9V/s320/darla2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462561012728779666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Happy Hump Day my friends!!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-71767600784652096212010-04-15T12:00:00.000-07:002010-04-15T12:04:36.798-07:00Sooo....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCyrxdxA-g45g8Nn-NmwIhNOhus_RoYhWC8FJQcEQeh3K_UwV1nrxOTgC0nH4a4TFnrckFsYmdSw1mrVoaGyTI_3iFqfHPbQ7PqHulzJLjhWuATXxveMuYom0hWRPtid0oqg6Lbd0uTkD/s1600/henry-cavill-upstreet-magazine-02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCyrxdxA-g45g8Nn-NmwIhNOhus_RoYhWC8FJQcEQeh3K_UwV1nrxOTgC0nH4a4TFnrckFsYmdSw1mrVoaGyTI_3iFqfHPbQ7PqHulzJLjhWuATXxveMuYom0hWRPtid0oqg6Lbd0uTkD/s400/henry-cavill-upstreet-magazine-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460442019768144002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUxmErPDHtbOe4M01mFgLE_6hvweV2LnZorBhOskYW3ndeqYy0gUh-CaWna_3XRewziRuzRL_X5gYc4yBP8oVEftowN9ckKfRa9fGavjIwl7i9rtm3thlYRd8k4BgmUZ0BcaCPHAZf1v4/s1600/henry-cavill-upstreet-magazine-02.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I was getting no work done. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So I changed my desktop.... to this.... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Still, no work is getting done.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sigh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hello Beautiful.</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-84213443007813528592010-04-15T05:16:00.000-07:002010-04-15T05:24:07.806-07:00Day 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So, I've licked coffee.... I think/hope/pray. I am 44 hrs since my last cup... </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">that said, I've had</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">7 pints of water</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">3 pints of milk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">4 tylenol</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and I went to bed at 7:30 last night.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So many ppl are asking "BUT WHY???" which I understand, because... I would have said the same thing to anyone who told me they were quitting coffee about 4 months ago (I tried quitting a couple of months ago, but Tim Horton's lured me in with their sexy Roll up the Rim to Win contest). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Here is why:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I drink my coffee triple/triple... that means 3 sugar, 3 cream. And I mean CREAM. Not light cream, not half and half... I mean 18% CREAM!!!! I've tried even cutting back to double/double but then I don't enjoy the cup of coffee, and I might as well quit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So that combined with the number of cups of coffee I consume per day (4-6) makes my sugar and milk fat intake incredibly disgusting on a daily basis. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Plus, I cannot- CANNOT- go to Tim Horton's for JUST a coffee. No. I get a donut. And not just any ol' donut. I get a chocolate glazed donut. A roundlet of deep fried chocolate cake coated in a thick layer of SUGAR.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I have gained 15lbs since September... and I blame it all on my coffee consumption combined with my affinity for chocolate donuts.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Everything else I eat is fresh, local, healthy.... I figured the ONE vice wasn't so bad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">WRONG.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'm done. And I'm kinda proud of me.</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-74206216117319478692010-04-12T19:46:00.001-07:002010-04-12T19:49:29.448-07:00Darlin' Darla<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs519.snc3/27256_386782133150_513038150_3789041_5070117_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs519.snc3/27256_386782133150_513038150_3789041_5070117_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Look at the mega cuteness of this puppy... she's mine. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And I love her.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-15281693460112654732010-04-09T16:52:00.000-07:002010-04-09T17:06:04.239-07:00New Monkey Banana Ponderings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOW_znJgl13Y9xsY0LK5pu00Qf1uCrK78o4IMEcadHFuQVE77GRPaMVu7VrQ-7vyiGPKaJORTELEOp0AH1K0DBFxg-VSnBxFfON-KP-gtDXzTtGrQ5H40jIj8iU7vu21AImrsTDsJjahlU/s1600/MariosLekkas6%5B1%5D.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Is the artwork done in ballpoint pen ink, do you think? I mean, anything sharpish would have cut the delicate Banana flesh... left it rotting and turning brown... I have concluded that the Monkey Banana amazes me in more ways than I had originally posted. I mean, it IS art. Fine art. Banana art. Monkey art. MonBanArt.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I think that's a fairly awesome made up name. I shall from now on write under the pen name Monbanart. French lyricist and Mystic: Phillipe Monbanart. Oooh... sounds deliciously sexy and mysterious.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's friday night, and my house is empty. Gotta love that stuff man. Time to myself after a long week of Ziggy wrangling.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I wrote 13 pages of story this morning, and then edited like a mofo for a few hours, and now I'm on facebook and the Lost board, and now I'm blogging... and my Lappy, my Fionn MacCumhaill, is dangerously warm to the touch, and behaving erratically. Methinks I shall shut down, let him cool down, and ponder the Monkey Banana under the assumed identity of Phillipe Monbanart until my house fills with peeps again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I posted a random photo for you to enjoy while I'm gone. Makes me wish I was an apple. <span><span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Just sayin'.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTOZrhVgieXCasTvjuGsQF0FmHo6aYmm33QvEJO9T2O1DX69qdHf-NHd49h-p1SiT6ie9i4o7MFpy1aENCXGKgCW1Koazu9yj5lCsszp_BxM62YMpZemi8KsRzESWSW2gZNnTigLu68s9/s1600/MariosLekkas6%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTOZrhVgieXCasTvjuGsQF0FmHo6aYmm33QvEJO9T2O1DX69qdHf-NHd49h-p1SiT6ie9i4o7MFpy1aENCXGKgCW1Koazu9yj5lCsszp_BxM62YMpZemi8KsRzESWSW2gZNnTigLu68s9/s400/MariosLekkas6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458293269755895778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898009070268311201.post-55009414573324201212010-04-06T06:47:00.000-07:002010-04-06T06:53:09.438-07:00Brotha!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lost tonight is apparently about Desmond's return to the Island (we saw him getting yanked, drugged, off the submarine last week- and evil swamp creature Sayid saw him).</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This excites me for many reasons... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">number 1- Desmond. Hello.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">number 2- Return of the Scottish accent to the show. Again, hello.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">number 3- I like counting the "brotha"s per episode as much as I like counting the "Gay Ass Trombone" (trademarked to Funkyant- IMDb troll).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Also, last night I made that vegan quinoa salad, and it was good, but the dressing needed more lime. I added another 2 tbsp. Much better.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Today is also David Bowie day. You can't stop me. I have enough Bowie to last me 2.2 DAYS without repeating. You heard me. I have all 54 albums. Eat me.</span></div>Amazingly Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03176989363531153839noreply@blogger.com3