1982

It was a great year, and for many reasons...not because it's my birth year, I'm a wee bit older than that...however it was the birth of something else...CANADA as a seperate and soverign nation!!!

Yes- offically we waved goodbye to the QUEEN...which technically we can type as queen now but out of RESPECT we still type as Queen.

Us Canadians...we do a lot of silly things out of respect, umm...like I don't know....allow the Queen Mum to continue to call herself the Queen of Canada. We aren't even one of her commenwealth realms anymore...we publically stated that we don't need her help anymore. . . Now out of respect...we still keep her oh-so-attractive-when-she-was-20-mug on our currency because we don't like to be bullies....and we even updated her 'look' on some of our newer coins so she's old and wrinkly. But she is still not our Queen.

If you want to get technical about it (or if you are so inclined you can check it out on Wikipedia) she can be referred to as Head of State for Canada, de facto Head of State, du jure of Canada or Queen of Canada- all of these titles by the way show that she is an HONOURARY of Canada. We allow her to have a Governer General as a type of liason to her, but guess what...if miss governer general doesn't sign off on something, our fancy-smancy government can still DO IT :)

Yep- that's right :) She has NO POWER!

Ah....1982 what a beautifu year. What a wonderful PM Pierre was :)

Notice how our money doesn't say GOD SAVE THE QUEEN? - I even posted this in Royal Purple in her honour....ahh the things we do ..... LOL :)

Paper Clip Princess

YES!!

I single-handidly started poker playing at work last week :) using paper clips no less!! Oh ya, and did I mention I got my BOSS and LEAD to play with me!!

I'm seriously going to hell :) I always say "If you're going down, might as well go down in flames!"

We played with paperclips...Hey! Don't judge, you gotta work with what you got!! and I WON...so fear not! I haven't lost my touch :) :)

I am "The PAPERCLIP PRINCESS"

Which by the way is NOTHING like the QUEEN OF CANADA {which really doesn't exist if your reading this TUCKER...she's just de facto- and that means HONOURARY as in nothing!!}

GOD BLESS P.M. TRUDEAU :) and also for the record what a great year 1982 was . . .

Shampaign

Meaning: A series of decietful/pointless/useless/redundant activities.
Pronounciation: Sham+pain
Usage: Ask a cynic and he'll tell you that all advertising is little more than a shampaign of promises.
Root: Sham+Campaign

See...I try to make everybody smarter!

Poker - ONCE AGAIN!

Yes!

It's TRUE :)

Poker is here once again to stay....December will be out for everybody, but January we'll be setting a new day of the week...so let me know which one you like best..and we'll put it to a vote :) And I expect everybody to attend...don't make me name you all!!

Hugs :)

lay-a-way

But its Dior Darling...
said Mary, who just put her soul on lay-a-way.

my words on the coffee cup

I'm supposed to not be drinking coffee right now.
Supposed to is such a poor excuse for a catch-all phrase, though. According to my calculations I'm supposed to be 5'11". And, I'm supposed to be out in the park, eating Sundae Cone ice cream. And, laughing.
So it's no surprise then that I'm having a stare-down with my unauthorized cup of coffee. You're not supposed to be on my desk right now.
Go away.
On the little cardboard diapers Starbucks issues there's all this information about First-ever 10% post-consumer fiber cup; 60% post-consumer fiber sleeve [aka. diaper]... I get bored easily with that hub-bub and turn the cup around. On the other side there's one of those "The Way I See It" things. This one begins "What you do to others you really do to yourself."

The rodent in my head jumps onto the wheel and starts making a run for it. I think I've created my own The Way I See It...
The Way I See It (according to me) "Tall, Grande, or Venti, you've totally been had by Mr. McStarbucks. They just add more water! And that makes me giggle. A lot. Addict."

Happy Friday.

in which I curse like a French(wo)man

When I realized late in the day at work, I had made a mistake and would have to do some things over, I let out a curse "Putain merde"! (basically, f$cking sh@t, though slightly less strong than in English).There weren't maybe people around, and on of my colleagues was surprised that it was from me, because the way I said it, it sounded like it came from a French person. I had the second syllable of merde just right!

Perhaps I shouldn't be pleased that I can cuss well in French, but I am!!
But oh believe me, I still have lots to learn.

You gonna jump?

I'm walking back to my hotel when a light mist begins to fall. I love the feeling of rain on my face. I head across the street to look at the river below. Head raised, the cleansing rain falling over me.
"You gonna jump?"
The question comes out of nowhere, my attention focused river below. It takes a few seconds for the voice to seep through my illusion filters and register as an actuality, something about falling rain fills my head with static noise."Well, you gonna jump?" He's wearing a nylon windbreaker, drawstring hood loosely tied sheltering his face from the rain. He wasn't there before.
"Just watching the water go by," I reply, looking him over, trying to translate his body language; did he form a query or a command?
"Well, if you're gonna jump, this one's not high enough. Fremont's high enough but there's no sidewalk, you'll get run down by a car before you're halfway there."
He's doing a weird little loose-hipped dance while he's talking, quickly shuffling his feet side by side. It's not until he jabs at the air that I recognize a boxer's shadow routine, something I saw in a movie once, maybe it was Rocky...
"Historically, Vista is the way to go, ya know."
"Um thanks, I'll keep that in mind."
"Well, see you later. Stay dry." He does another quick one-two with his fists and jogs off.Good advice too late. I feel as if I'm vertically swimming through rain, "See you," I returned to his receding silhouette.