tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1213854786195844612024-03-13T14:55:06.108-07:00Must Love Sharkssweetartisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18174730165995951130noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121385478619584461.post-75322054159161105862009-05-14T00:59:00.001-07:002009-05-14T00:59:01.364-07:00Zing, Zing, Zing Went My Heartstrings<p>I heart the movie "Meet Me in St Louis". It has a sweet and heartwarming storyline, funny characters (Here's looking at you, Tootie), and fabulous songs. If you know anything about me, you know how I love musicals, so this movie is <em>da bomb</em> in my books!</p> <div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:604c04b1-b715-44d4-bc33-c258f42e8767" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UJLIrT_ALs&feature=related"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5UJLIrT_ALs&feature=related" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Quantcast tag -->
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<!-- End Quantcast tag --></div>sweetartisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18174730165995951130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121385478619584461.post-4514887436991569982009-03-30T00:23:00.001-07:002009-03-30T00:32:55.819-07:00A Battle Of Epic Proportions<p>Saturday night = EEEEEK!</p> <p>That about sums it up.</p> <p>I had a particularly lazy day on Saturday, and I'm not proud of it. I stayed at my place (instead of going to my parent's house) in order to clean it. I didn't. My own laziness astounds me sometimes, and I'm just so gosh-darned easily distracted!</p> <p>Particularly distracting was the W channel, which had a triple flick of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/">Sandra Bullock</a> movies. First was "Two Weeks Notice", followed by "The Lake House", with "Miss Congeniality" rounding it up. I had, at that point, seen the first and last, but not "The Lake House", which <em>also </em>stars my beloved <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000206/">Keanu Reeves</a>. Keanu? Call me. Let's make cute babies. Please?! Anyhoomoo...</p> <p>So, I decided to watch "The Lake House", because I'd never seen it. I was getting to the climax of the movie, the last half hour or so, when I saw a bit of movement by my TV stand. I froze, then looked again and tried to focus my eyes in the twilight lighting of my place (it was about 7:30pm-ish). Guessss WHAT! It was a giant spider! WOOHOO. I can't even <em>begin</em> to vent my frustrations of living underground (read: basement suite) and the bugs that come with it. I don't mind medium sized ones, I don't mind small ones - and by "mind" I mean, killing them is not as terrifying. But the big ones? EEEK!</p> <p>The worst part of all was that, when I looked at the spider, it paused, then ran back under (or what I thought was under) the TV stand. I quickly gathered my spider combat armamentarium: tall rubber boots, raid, and a heavy shoe. I spent the next 20 minutes or so <em>not</em> focusing on the most important part of the movie, and thus, missing the whole plot twist and ending, but instead waiting for this stupid mo-fo to appear. Not fun.</p> <p>It finally came out from behind a box and I screamed, and sprayed, and jumped up and down, and squealed. My spider combat phrases consist of: </p> <p>"AHHHHHHHH" "EEEEEEEEEK" "WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!!" "DIE MOTHER ******! DIE!!!"</p> <p>I apologize, it can get quite explicit.</p> <p>To sum up, I triumphed over the evil son-of-a-gun. I sprayed the poop out of it until it was moving slower than before, before I promptly dropped a shoe on it. I have deadly accuracy with shoes. 'Tis a gift.</p> <p>It was the perfect way to spend the evening, and it left me feeling paranoid and afraid. So paranoid and afraid that I kept my boots on until I went to sleep much, much later.</p> <p>For the sake of my eyes and my readers eyes, I will NOT be posting a picture of the type of spider. It was big and gross. Fin.</p> <p>Phew....</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Quantcast tag -->
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<!-- End Quantcast tag --></div>sweetartisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18174730165995951130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121385478619584461.post-41134744012416205132008-11-21T02:23:00.001-08:002009-03-25T18:00:03.302-07:00a christmas tragedy<p>The evening started off normally enough: I invited a friend over to help finish decorating my Christmas tree whilst watching Disney/Pixar's Wall-E. We finished putting on the ornaments and finished watching the movie, so she went home. <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Kwgr_78UwHI/SSaMDjCMyeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nNamvhxuwMM/s1600-h/PICT0011%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="PICT0011 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Kwgr_78UwHI/SSaMELE1ZII/AAAAAAAAAB4/YBbJtHt5Ufs/PICT0011%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="right" border="0" /></a></p><p>Later that night, I was decorating some burned cd's and watching <em>another</em> movie on TV, when I heard a strange clicking noise. Later, I would realize this noise was not clicking, but <u>cracking</u>. Towards the end of my movie, the noise had become so frequent, I stood near the source of my noise - my Christmas tree - trying to determine the exact culprit.</p><p>No sooner had I done this, <em>and</em> heard the noise again, when my tree suddenly started to fall over! I was holding my tree precariously, trying desperately to fix the stand when I noticed some white-ish fracture lines along the base of the plastic stand. I had only <em>just</em> noticed these lines when my tree decided to break promptly into <strong><em>three</em></strong>, yes, <em><strong>THREE</strong></em> pieces! After all of this happened, I was left holding the remnants of my tree - the middle piece.</p><p></p><p>A few questions that you may have at this point:</p><ol><li><em>Q: Why did your tree break into three pieces?</em> </li></ol><p>A: I believe in purchasing fake Christmas trees to preserve the real ones in the wild. Fake trees come in separate pieces - some assembly required.</p><p>2. Q: <em>The tree spontaneously broke into three pieces, </em>really<em>?</em> </p><p>A: Well, to tell you the truth, I had thought of the brilliant idea of pulling the tree out of the stand - my mistake is that I grabbed the middle section. Had I grabbed the lowest section, I quite possibly could have propped my tree up against the wall until a new stand was purchased. Nuts!</p><p>3. <em>Q: So, what's the big deal?! Take the tree back to the store! </em></p><p>A: If <em>only</em> it was that easy. Unfortunately, due to a few oversights from last year's purchase of the tree, I failed to get a receipt for said tree, and didn't notice until I got home. Double nuts!</p><p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kwgr_78UwHI/SSaME-7MUyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GaVQ5pj11Nc/s1600-h/PICT0003%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="PICT0003" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Kwgr_78UwHI/SSaMFZOWwjI/AAAAAAAAACA/QdWoEapYwbY/PICT0003_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /></a> My younger sister, the comedienne, pointed out the hilarity of my situation: "The best part is that your Christmas tree broke and it's <em>not even<strong> </strong></em>December!" Yes. I'm still laughing... </p><p>I have to admit if this had happened to someone else I would be laughing up a storm. All I can say, is that I'm very happy right now that I bought (mostly) plastic ornaments. <em>Phew...</em>After all is said and done, it's been quite an eventful night. I'm left with a feeling of emptiness, that I'm sure can only be brought on by such a <em>tragic</em> event. My Christmas tree is in ruins on my floor, and I'm not quite sure how to resolve this "issue".</p><p></p><p>Does anyone have suggestions, similar situations, or a support group I can contact?</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Quantcast tag -->
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<!-- End Quantcast tag --></div>sweetartisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18174730165995951130noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121385478619584461.post-38181765384827020142008-11-20T21:26:00.001-08:002009-03-25T17:59:51.836-07:00christmas comes early<p>Who doesn't love Christmas?<br />Well, this <em>may</em> be a rhetorical question, but, I'll tell you what - I DO!!! </p><p><br />I have been raised in a Christmas-fanatical/fantastical environment, and since I have flown the coop (read: moved out, not sprung myself out of jail), my love for Christmas and everything Christmas has grown... exponentially. Having my own place allows me to go Christmas-crazy each year, decorating earlier each year. This year? Half-way through November. Yesss! </p><p><br />Along with my love of Christmas is my love for Tchaikovsky - the guy who composed the Nutcracker! - I love, love, love, his music. So, in my early Christmas spirit I have created two bee-A-ootiful Christmas-themed backgrounds for your very own desktop!<br /></p><p>Can I get a woot-woot?<br />Thank you. </p><p>I've made these backgrounds available in both 1024x768, and 800x600 pixel formats. Simply click on the desired image/size, download and enjoy!</p><p></p><p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/3046267505_f5ab1b022d_m.jpg" /> </p><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24720686@N05/3047102580/sizes/o/in/photostream/">800 x 600</a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24720686@N05/3046267505/sizes/o/in/photostream/">1024 x 768</a></p><p>Note: If you like the background, you can buy the adorable wrapping paper <a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/item/Polar-Bears/3601.010/44348650.html">here</a> or <a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/item/Penguins/3601.010/44365650.html">here</a>.</p><p></p><p><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/3047101828_7aff48894c_m.jpg" /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24720686@N05/3046267821/sizes/o/in/photostream/">800 x 600</a> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24720686@N05/3047101828/sizes/o/in/photostream/">1024 x 768</a></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Quantcast tag -->
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<!-- End Quantcast tag --></div>sweetartisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18174730165995951130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-121385478619584461.post-42128442652868530402008-11-01T15:02:00.000-07:002009-03-25T17:59:10.499-07:00above fads<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3386189282_3fac3b877d.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3590/3386189282_3fac3b877d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This Hallowe'en I dressed up as a witch. Apparently that was the hot costume of the year, I know this because not only did my mother dress up as a witch, but so did my older sister in Winnipeg... AND her dog did too!<br /><br />My younger sister dressed up as a Playboy bunny, to match her boyfriend who was suited up as Hugh Hefner. Trés sexy.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3386189648_e4869908a6.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3386189648_e4869908a6.jpg" border="0" /></a> Also sexy? Me as the toothfairy, last year. I have a funny habit of starting costume trends, apparently....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2339908798_4a0f3cc426.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2339908798_4a0f3cc426.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2303/2339908764_ae9c5a9c47.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2303/2339908764_ae9c5a9c47.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/2397820410_4fd4c3e586.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/2397820410_4fd4c3e586.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a> ...because my older sister AND her fiancé dressed up as winged collectors of teeth as well!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2397859432_7357cea33b.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2165/2397859432_7357cea33b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a> *rolls eyes* No originality! :)</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Quantcast tag -->
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