Holiday Highlights
Welcome back, readers! What did you do for the holidays? I got to spend time with a cool family, the G's; some of the funniest, friendliest people I've met. All through my stay there was a running battle between Mrs G and the GPS in her new Benz. Even if she already knew the way to where we going, she was DETERMINED to get the GPS to work. Each time, after almost fighting with the system (she was convinced her son had sabotaged it to prevent her from using it), we would finally input the destination and started going. Then the drama would start.
GPS: 'Please get ready to turn right in 200m'.
Mrs G.: 'I don't think so. Acainto, please check the handwritten directions that I gave you earlier. What do they say?'
GPS: 'Please turn right NOW'.
Mrs G.: 'Thank you; I know my way home.'
GPS would then shut up and sulk for a few minutes. Then after a while, it would start again.
GPS: 'Please keep left and get ready to take highway xxx.'
Mrs G.: 'I don't like that highway; I think I will continue straight.'
Yes, indeed, the battle of the GPS was fought long and hard, but it was truly won by Mrs G.
In between all the cooking and eating, we somehow found time to watch BET's award show. When a rapper came on, Mr G. said, 'What's his name again?Is it not Twopenny?' -- It was fifty cent...
Then it was Mrs G.'s turn: 'That one looks like Doggie Dog'-- It was Snoop Dogg.
Then we had to make plans to attend all the various parties. Mrs G, taking into account African time, commented about one of the parties: 'They said it was going to start by 3pm, but it's a lie.' We finally got to that one by 8pm.
It was truly a holiday to remember.
Here's hoping you had a good break yourself! It's back to work way too soon. Speaking of which, I have to soon find time to share some of the crazy stuff I did in the name of work these past few weeks!
Monday, January 7, 2008
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
How to pick up a hot waiter, and other useful tips
Bye Bye Bahamas
Alas, my heart was broken, as 'Ski-Masker' (backstory here) called to inform me there would be no trip to the Bahamas as he had been run over by a bus while on the way to get me my tickets and would be using my deposit to pay for his funeral. Well, what kind of hard hearted person could ask for their money back after that? Note to best friend: if you say, 'I told you so', one more time, you are NOT going to outlast the snow outside.
(No) Sex in the City
Anyway, I've had no time to be miserable. I met up with a bunch of girlfriends last Saturday for brunch and the official launch of the Toronto branch of the '(No) Sex in the City' group: sassy, sexy, single gals with a lust for life and a passion for God-stuff.
Our eyeballs nearly fell out when we walked into the restuarant, Dr Generosity, on Bloor St West. There were definitely some hot waiters in the house, I tell you!
It's one of those hip, whimsical places, so the table clothes were covered in brown paper and each table had crayons to play with. So anyway I and my friend N get talking and next thing she's writing her number on the table covering so I can remember to call her about a place to stay.
Of course the next logical thing to do enters my head, and I start writing notes for our waiter on her behalf, next to her number:
'This is her number'.
'Call her; she's really hot'.
'She made me do this.'
'She will kill me if you don't call!'
You gotta know my friend; she's one of those with the gift of saying exactly what pops into her head at that moment. Along the line she mentioned she'd gotten a new bed, big enough for her to be able to sleep with a really tall guy. So I helpfully informed the waiter:
'She can sleep with a 6ft 8in guy, so you're okay.'
And then when she mentioned she'd considered going into sex therapy sometime ago, of course I had to write,
'She also knows a lot about sex therapy!'
You never know, that sort of info might be useful for guys to know.
Anyway, the waiters had a good laugh over it all as we were leaving. N, if you read this and he calls, be sure to ask him if he has a brother for me!
For those of you who prefer a more direct route with your eye popping waiter, try this line which one of the girl's said had worked for a friend in another restuarant:
'Waiter, there's something missing from my bill: your number.'
His Cheeseburger
While we're on the subject of all things foodie, now is as good a time as any to remind ourselves that you, yes, YOU, are GOD's very own CHEESEBURGER!!! I love this wacky song (lyrics here) from Veggie Tales that manages to remind us of God's deep love while growing ever more frantic in the pursuit of a cheeseburger that involves an overnight stay in a fast food drive through!
Thoughts for this time of year
I know. I know. People say "It's the thought that counts, not the gift", but couldn't people think a little bigger!
Christmas is in my heart twelve months a year and thanks to credit cards, it's on my Visa card statement twelve months a year also.
A sure sign Santa does not like your child: Along with presents, he leaves a hefty bill for shipping and handling
All the best for now! And if you know any sure fire pick up lines for hot guys, be sure to pass them on!!
Alas, my heart was broken, as 'Ski-Masker' (backstory here) called to inform me there would be no trip to the Bahamas as he had been run over by a bus while on the way to get me my tickets and would be using my deposit to pay for his funeral. Well, what kind of hard hearted person could ask for their money back after that? Note to best friend: if you say, 'I told you so', one more time, you are NOT going to outlast the snow outside.
(No) Sex in the City
Anyway, I've had no time to be miserable. I met up with a bunch of girlfriends last Saturday for brunch and the official launch of the Toronto branch of the '(No) Sex in the City' group: sassy, sexy, single gals with a lust for life and a passion for God-stuff.
Our eyeballs nearly fell out when we walked into the restuarant, Dr Generosity, on Bloor St West. There were definitely some hot waiters in the house, I tell you!
It's one of those hip, whimsical places, so the table clothes were covered in brown paper and each table had crayons to play with. So anyway I and my friend N get talking and next thing she's writing her number on the table covering so I can remember to call her about a place to stay.
Of course the next logical thing to do enters my head, and I start writing notes for our waiter on her behalf, next to her number:
'This is her number'.
'Call her; she's really hot'.
'She made me do this.'
'She will kill me if you don't call!'
You gotta know my friend; she's one of those with the gift of saying exactly what pops into her head at that moment. Along the line she mentioned she'd gotten a new bed, big enough for her to be able to sleep with a really tall guy. So I helpfully informed the waiter:
'She can sleep with a 6ft 8in guy, so you're okay.'
And then when she mentioned she'd considered going into sex therapy sometime ago, of course I had to write,
'She also knows a lot about sex therapy!'
You never know, that sort of info might be useful for guys to know.
Anyway, the waiters had a good laugh over it all as we were leaving. N, if you read this and he calls, be sure to ask him if he has a brother for me!
For those of you who prefer a more direct route with your eye popping waiter, try this line which one of the girl's said had worked for a friend in another restuarant:
'Waiter, there's something missing from my bill: your number.'
His Cheeseburger
While we're on the subject of all things foodie, now is as good a time as any to remind ourselves that you, yes, YOU, are GOD's very own CHEESEBURGER!!! I love this wacky song (lyrics here) from Veggie Tales that manages to remind us of God's deep love while growing ever more frantic in the pursuit of a cheeseburger that involves an overnight stay in a fast food drive through!
Thoughts for this time of year
I know. I know. People say "It's the thought that counts, not the gift", but couldn't people think a little bigger!
Christmas is in my heart twelve months a year and thanks to credit cards, it's on my Visa card statement twelve months a year also.
A sure sign Santa does not like your child: Along with presents, he leaves a hefty bill for shipping and handling
All the best for now! And if you know any sure fire pick up lines for hot guys, be sure to pass them on!!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Leaving on a Jet Plane...
Miracle of Miracles!
Yes, my people, big things have happened since my last post (read here), and I am happy to report that I and one other lucky person will shortly be heading to the Bahamas, FOR FREE!!!
It all happened a few days ago, when a man approached my best friend and I in a coffee shop and said he had overhead us lamenting not being able to escape to sunnier climes and wanted to help us out. Once I heard the magic words, 'FREE TRIP' and 'BAHAMAS' in the same sentence, I screamed so loudly, someone almost called 911.
After that, everything was arranged so quickly, that my best friend can't believe it and is still pinching me, instead of herself. She is sooo overly skeptical-- something about it being dodgy that the man insisted on wearing a ski mask and dark glasses in a coffee shop, but I say, dodgy, fuzzy or wuzzy, hey, if it's 40 degrees below zero like it is now, you need not only ski mask but ski jacket, ski hat, ski gloves and even skis to navigate these frozen streets. Take this ski resort, girl; I'm off to the Bahamas!!!
Then she had issues about his address, something she couldn't quite place her finger on-'Mr Y. A. Hooze, Apt 4, no.19, Kip Driming Avenue'. I say, an address is for going to, not for putting your finger on! Quit worrying girl, we are on our way!!!
Then she even had questions about why, if he said the trip was free, he insisted on my handing over $x,xxx right away. I say, girl, what part of d-e-p-o-s-i-t do you not understand? He says once we land there, we'll get it back. Out of my way, girl, I'm on the runway!
THEN she wanted to know why, if he said he'd be back right away, I was still waiting in the coffee shop five days and 65 espressos later. I say, get thee behind me, thou weak in faith; obviously it's been too cold for people to walk about freely, which is precisely why I'm leaving in the first place!!! I KNOW he'll be back shortly-- I can still see his gold teeth sparkling in that wide smile as he waved 'bye!!!
Then she pointed out to me that the coffee shop employees had now started wearing face masks, and the fact that I hadn't showered or anything for the past few days just might have something to do with it. At this point, I yelled for the manager to throw her out, but for some reason, no one wanted to come near where I was, so I just decided to ignore her.
So, since she has annoyed me thoroughly, I have decided I am NOT giving my best friend the extra ticket (once I get it). Which is why YOU, yes YOU, may be on your way to the Bahamas with me shortly! Just drop me a line to say why you are the most deserving party, and I will announce the winner at the end of the week.
Wisdom for life's journey
In the meantime, here are some of my favorites from my reading to pass the time while waiting for my free tickets.
-If you come to a fork in the road, take it (also a spoon, or a knife) - Yogi Berra
-Be careful about reading health books. You might die of a misprint. -Mark Twain
-Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. -M.T
-I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places. -Henny Youngman
Yes, my people, big things have happened since my last post (read here), and I am happy to report that I and one other lucky person will shortly be heading to the Bahamas, FOR FREE!!!
It all happened a few days ago, when a man approached my best friend and I in a coffee shop and said he had overhead us lamenting not being able to escape to sunnier climes and wanted to help us out. Once I heard the magic words, 'FREE TRIP' and 'BAHAMAS' in the same sentence, I screamed so loudly, someone almost called 911.
After that, everything was arranged so quickly, that my best friend can't believe it and is still pinching me, instead of herself. She is sooo overly skeptical-- something about it being dodgy that the man insisted on wearing a ski mask and dark glasses in a coffee shop, but I say, dodgy, fuzzy or wuzzy, hey, if it's 40 degrees below zero like it is now, you need not only ski mask but ski jacket, ski hat, ski gloves and even skis to navigate these frozen streets. Take this ski resort, girl; I'm off to the Bahamas!!!
Then she had issues about his address, something she couldn't quite place her finger on-'Mr Y. A. Hooze, Apt 4, no.19, Kip Driming Avenue'. I say, an address is for going to, not for putting your finger on! Quit worrying girl, we are on our way!!!
Then she even had questions about why, if he said the trip was free, he insisted on my handing over $x,xxx right away. I say, girl, what part of d-e-p-o-s-i-t do you not understand? He says once we land there, we'll get it back. Out of my way, girl, I'm on the runway!
THEN she wanted to know why, if he said he'd be back right away, I was still waiting in the coffee shop five days and 65 espressos later. I say, get thee behind me, thou weak in faith; obviously it's been too cold for people to walk about freely, which is precisely why I'm leaving in the first place!!! I KNOW he'll be back shortly-- I can still see his gold teeth sparkling in that wide smile as he waved 'bye!!!
Then she pointed out to me that the coffee shop employees had now started wearing face masks, and the fact that I hadn't showered or anything for the past few days just might have something to do with it. At this point, I yelled for the manager to throw her out, but for some reason, no one wanted to come near where I was, so I just decided to ignore her.
So, since she has annoyed me thoroughly, I have decided I am NOT giving my best friend the extra ticket (once I get it). Which is why YOU, yes YOU, may be on your way to the Bahamas with me shortly! Just drop me a line to say why you are the most deserving party, and I will announce the winner at the end of the week.
Wisdom for life's journey
In the meantime, here are some of my favorites from my reading to pass the time while waiting for my free tickets.
-If you come to a fork in the road, take it (also a spoon, or a knife) - Yogi Berra
-Be careful about reading health books. You might die of a misprint. -Mark Twain
-Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. -M.T
-I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places. -Henny Youngman
And finally a little something for all you drivers out there:
-When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
-If your wife wants to learn to drive, don't stand in her way.
Seen on a bumper sticker on a car well past its best days:
'Answer my prayers: please steal this car!'
Okay, off to pack my luggage for my trip- Woo Hoo!!!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Nassau on my mind
A word is enough....
So last week and this saw the first snowfalls in Toronto, heralding the start of the --drum roll--(in) Famous Canadian Winter!!! Come on, y'all: let's hear it for the season of the deep freeze, snowstorms, chattering teeth, frozen toes and ten layers of thermal underwear!!! Woo hoo!!!
As a civic-minded individual, I feel it's my duty to pass on useful advice to anyone out there who's planning on wintering in this City, or anywhere in Canada for that matter - a la Stephen Colbert, "I Am A Winter Survivor (And So Can You!)" So here are the absolute top three tips for surviving the Canadian Winter:
1) Run away to the Bahamas
2) Run away to the Bahamas
3) RUN AWAY TO THE BAHAMAS!!!!
And for the rest of you...
If, however, you are the die-hard survivor type and feel inspired to take your bold, brave (last) stand in the face of the elements, then here are the tips you'll need:
1) Buy the biggest snow shovel you can find
2) Wait for the first snow storm
3) Go to the parking lot where you last saw your car
4) Dig out said car from under ten feet of snow
5) Get into your car
6) Hit the gas
7) Race to the airport
8) RUN AWAY TO THE BAHAMAS
Okay, I've done my part; my conscience is now clear, and I can now sleep in peace.
Who knew?
Apparently, flying in the Arctic is just as heartstopping as flying back home:
You know you're flying with an Arctic bush pilot if:
-You don't buy a ticket - you buy a chance!
-The pilot yells out the window to get the polar bears (not the cows, this time) off the runway.
-In-flight movie? You don't need one - your life keeps flashing before your eyes!
-You see a passenger waving a rifle, but he's demanding to be let off the plane!
-Before you take off, the pilot tells you to fasten your rope.
So last week and this saw the first snowfalls in Toronto, heralding the start of the --drum roll--(in) Famous Canadian Winter!!! Come on, y'all: let's hear it for the season of the deep freeze, snowstorms, chattering teeth, frozen toes and ten layers of thermal underwear!!! Woo hoo!!!
As a civic-minded individual, I feel it's my duty to pass on useful advice to anyone out there who's planning on wintering in this City, or anywhere in Canada for that matter - a la Stephen Colbert, "I Am A Winter Survivor (And So Can You!)" So here are the absolute top three tips for surviving the Canadian Winter:
1) Run away to the Bahamas
2) Run away to the Bahamas
3) RUN AWAY TO THE BAHAMAS!!!!
And for the rest of you...
If, however, you are the die-hard survivor type and feel inspired to take your bold, brave (last) stand in the face of the elements, then here are the tips you'll need:
1) Buy the biggest snow shovel you can find
2) Wait for the first snow storm
3) Go to the parking lot where you last saw your car
4) Dig out said car from under ten feet of snow
5) Get into your car
6) Hit the gas
7) Race to the airport
8) RUN AWAY TO THE BAHAMAS
Okay, I've done my part; my conscience is now clear, and I can now sleep in peace.
Who knew?
Apparently, flying in the Arctic is just as heartstopping as flying back home:
You know you're flying with an Arctic bush pilot if:
-You don't buy a ticket - you buy a chance!
-The pilot yells out the window to get the polar bears (not the cows, this time) off the runway.
-In-flight movie? You don't need one - your life keeps flashing before your eyes!
-You see a passenger waving a rifle, but he's demanding to be let off the plane!
-Before you take off, the pilot tells you to fasten your rope.
And one last one for the snowmen:
Lessons we can learn from a snowman:
-We're all made up of mostly water.
-Accessories don't have to be expensive.
-If you're a little bottom heavy - hey, that's okay!
-Sometimes sweating too much can have disastrous results.
All the best...I'm off to dream of the BAHAMAS!!!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Life is a funny thing
Becoming a millionaire (well, almost)
What would you do if the only thing that stood between you and becoming a millionaire was a piece of paper...that you had been expecting for several years? Keep waiting, or move on? I met some people like this a few weeks ago. Everything is in place: excellent business plan, great organisational structure, wonderful prospects; the only thing they need to cross the magic line was a permit from a foreign government, which they arevstill waiting for, after three years. Every so often there is a flutter of excitement as it seems the permission has finally been granted...and then another delay sets in. Some have given up and moved on. Some keep waiting, because they know that once that permit is in hand, they're literally instant millionaires, thanks to the stock market. That's how good their business plan is. Are they right to keep waiting? Who knows? Either they'll have the biggest laugh at the end, or they'll end up mourning what could have been. What would you do?
Mysteries of Life
Why do people still tailgate you when you're going up to 120kmh on the highway?
How come anything you buy will go on sale next week? (Erma Bombeck)
Why is that, in movies, it does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving martial arts - your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessors?
And also in movies, why is it that if a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long?
At least I found the answer to this one...
Why is the grass always greener on the other side of the fence?
-Because the animals have been doing their business in it!
Don't waste energy envying others; you never know just what the whole story is. Enjoy your life!
Keeping us well- informed:
Sometimes news headlines are a little off the mark. Sample:
"Something Went Wrong In Jet Crash, Expert Says"
(We would never have guessed)
"Include Your Children When Baking Cookies"
(Yup, for that extra special taste)
"Two Sisters Reunited After 18 Years In Checkout Counter"
(And I thought I had a long wait at the checkout at my local grocery store)
"Stolen Painting Found By Tree"
(Could someone please get the tree to join Crimestoppers ASAP?)
Always good to know:
Fact: More people are killed annually by donkeys than die in air crashes
Have a great week, and stay away from those donkeys!
What would you do if the only thing that stood between you and becoming a millionaire was a piece of paper...that you had been expecting for several years? Keep waiting, or move on? I met some people like this a few weeks ago. Everything is in place: excellent business plan, great organisational structure, wonderful prospects; the only thing they need to cross the magic line was a permit from a foreign government, which they arevstill waiting for, after three years. Every so often there is a flutter of excitement as it seems the permission has finally been granted...and then another delay sets in. Some have given up and moved on. Some keep waiting, because they know that once that permit is in hand, they're literally instant millionaires, thanks to the stock market. That's how good their business plan is. Are they right to keep waiting? Who knows? Either they'll have the biggest laugh at the end, or they'll end up mourning what could have been. What would you do?
Mysteries of Life
Why do people still tailgate you when you're going up to 120kmh on the highway?
How come anything you buy will go on sale next week? (Erma Bombeck)
Why is that, in movies, it does not matter if you are heavily outnumbered in a fight involving martial arts - your enemies will wait patiently to attack you one by one by dancing around in a threatening manner until you have knocked out their predecessors?
And also in movies, why is it that if a large pane of glass is visible, someone will be thrown through it before long?
At least I found the answer to this one...
Why is the grass always greener on the other side of the fence?
-Because the animals have been doing their business in it!
Don't waste energy envying others; you never know just what the whole story is. Enjoy your life!
Keeping us well- informed:
Sometimes news headlines are a little off the mark. Sample:
"Something Went Wrong In Jet Crash, Expert Says"
(We would never have guessed)
"Include Your Children When Baking Cookies"
(Yup, for that extra special taste)
"Two Sisters Reunited After 18 Years In Checkout Counter"
(And I thought I had a long wait at the checkout at my local grocery store)
"Stolen Painting Found By Tree"
(Could someone please get the tree to join Crimestoppers ASAP?)
Always good to know:
Fact: More people are killed annually by donkeys than die in air crashes
Have a great week, and stay away from those donkeys!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Riding the Rocket, and horses, too
Horsin' around
Things you should know about horseriding:
1) Stables are very smelly
2) Horses are HUGE up close, and are NOT toilet trained (droppin’ as they’re walkin’)
3) You WILL get dirty. You may even fall off
4) But you will definitely HAVE FUN!!!
I started riding this summer and have thoroughly enjoyed bouncing around like a sack of potatoes in the saddle and working leg muscles I never even knew existed.
Sadly, I may have to give it up…this chica is starting to save for a downpayment on a house, and has to do a dreaded BUDGET…horse riding being the one thing I do just because, it may have to face the cut…boo hoo.
Goodbye horsey pals: Atticus (you stubborn old thing; I have to fight you to do you the favor of cleaning your hoofs everytime!), Chester, Rolo, Manfred, Fortissimo (one of the biggest horses in the world, I’m sure). Sob.
While I’m at it, if anyone out there is feeling generous and overflowing with the milk of human kindness and warmheartedness, etc., and would like to donate to my house downpayment fund, puhleeze drop a line. What’s in it for you? An autographed of me and my favorite horse, both of us smiling (quite a sight). Who knows? You might even help me return quicker than I thought to stepping over/into horse poo and cleaning out dirty hoofs and staggering around carrying saddles that weigh almost as much as I do.
Good times happen in transit
Connected again recently with a girl whom I'd grown up with back home and who'd moved here a few years back. We bumped into each other for the first time in over a decade on the subway last summer, in one of those golden moments that leave you speechleess. Neither of us knew we were in the same city. She normally drove to work; I normally took another subway line. And still we managed to end up at the same station, on the same platform and in the same subway car at the same time that morning. I'd been meaning to call, but for exams...glad she took the initiative...I know she's been having it rough...God, be her strength and comfort... By the way, have you ever met up again with long lost friends in mysterious ways?
Commuter Commandments (part 1)
While on the subject of transit, I'd like to do my bit to help make things a bit easier for the longsuffering commuters who daily take on the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission, aka 'The Rocket'- in name only, it seems). So, fellow transit-ers:
1)If you're going to hold on to the overhead strap, have mercy on the rest of us: at least put on some deo.
2)If you're going to do your break up over the phone, have the decency to wrap it up before you reach your stop. Some of us won't have time to catch a daily dose of reality TV otherwise.
Just discovered
Lovely, dreamy little composition by Joe Hisaishi- 'Summer'. Listen here. So beautiful....
Moving on up
This weekend I took my workout to the next level…my body aches decided to move on up, too.
Things you should know about horseriding:
1) Stables are very smelly
2) Horses are HUGE up close, and are NOT toilet trained (droppin’ as they’re walkin’)
3) You WILL get dirty. You may even fall off
4) But you will definitely HAVE FUN!!!
I started riding this summer and have thoroughly enjoyed bouncing around like a sack of potatoes in the saddle and working leg muscles I never even knew existed.
Sadly, I may have to give it up…this chica is starting to save for a downpayment on a house, and has to do a dreaded BUDGET…horse riding being the one thing I do just because, it may have to face the cut…boo hoo.
Goodbye horsey pals: Atticus (you stubborn old thing; I have to fight you to do you the favor of cleaning your hoofs everytime!), Chester, Rolo, Manfred, Fortissimo (one of the biggest horses in the world, I’m sure). Sob.
While I’m at it, if anyone out there is feeling generous and overflowing with the milk of human kindness and warmheartedness, etc., and would like to donate to my house downpayment fund, puhleeze drop a line. What’s in it for you? An autographed of me and my favorite horse, both of us smiling (quite a sight). Who knows? You might even help me return quicker than I thought to stepping over/into horse poo and cleaning out dirty hoofs and staggering around carrying saddles that weigh almost as much as I do.
Good times happen in transit
Connected again recently with a girl whom I'd grown up with back home and who'd moved here a few years back. We bumped into each other for the first time in over a decade on the subway last summer, in one of those golden moments that leave you speechleess. Neither of us knew we were in the same city. She normally drove to work; I normally took another subway line. And still we managed to end up at the same station, on the same platform and in the same subway car at the same time that morning. I'd been meaning to call, but for exams...glad she took the initiative...I know she's been having it rough...God, be her strength and comfort... By the way, have you ever met up again with long lost friends in mysterious ways?
Commuter Commandments (part 1)
While on the subject of transit, I'd like to do my bit to help make things a bit easier for the longsuffering commuters who daily take on the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission, aka 'The Rocket'- in name only, it seems). So, fellow transit-ers:
1)If you're going to hold on to the overhead strap, have mercy on the rest of us: at least put on some deo.
2)If you're going to do your break up over the phone, have the decency to wrap it up before you reach your stop. Some of us won't have time to catch a daily dose of reality TV otherwise.
Just discovered
Lovely, dreamy little composition by Joe Hisaishi- 'Summer'. Listen here. So beautiful....
Moving on up
This weekend I took my workout to the next level…my body aches decided to move on up, too.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Blue Sky High
Dream Days:
It's been gorgeous autumn days lately- misty mornings (like the fog when the harmattan rolls in from the Sahara back home), warm days, pleasant breeze, baby blue skies, cotton wool clouds...*sigh*...some things should last forever....
...and some things shouldn't, like the guys who just won't give up...
Priceless moments:
-Getting off work early today!!!! You have no idea what a high it is to get off before 5pm, until you’ve gotten home at 2am.
-Getting to work with cool senior staff who actually care about you as a person and go out of their way to help you work better: Thanks to y’all for helping erase my memories of previous 'terror masters'
-Getting to hear from the one guy I'm currently nuts about, whom I thought I'd lost contact with…speechless…
What you get for $150 a plate:
I got my personal fashion philosophy from the immortal words of comedienne Sheryl Underwood: "Ladies, if you're going out, at least put on some lipstick; 'cos I know without makeup, I look just like Wesley Snipes".
Anyway, thank God I took that to heart and did a little bit more than just shower a couple of days ago before heading out for work, because I ended up getting roped into attending a fancy Chamber of Commerce dinner in the evening at a 5 star hotel, complete with mini fashion show, high powered guests, the works.
Top 3 likes about the dinner:
1) Queenah, upcoming designer from Liberia based over here, who got to showcase her work during the dinner. You go, girl!
2) Hanging out with my really cool, no nonsense manager- super smart high achieving gal, yet totally down to earth.
3) Short speeches, and NO African time!!! (It was hosted by South Africa--"Indaba!")
And bottom three:
1) Bad, really bad food. This was the main dish, for $150 a head: one burnt, sorry, caramelized, pearl onion; 4 or 5 sticks of withered carrots; tasteless chicken, bland mashed potatoes and broth that was supposed to be wine based but looked and tasted like cough medicine. Don’t even get me started on the dessert. Thank God the ticket was free- or else I'd have led a protest!
2) Brotha at my table who turned up looking like an extra from a rap video- and was trying to network for some serious money for a huge investment. Good for meeting P. Diddy, but maybe not so good for a biz dinner.
3) Terrible table manners from brotha and his pal during the dinner. No thanks for putting the spoon for the table salad dressing, which everyone else is waiting to use, in your mouth. Thank God you held off putting it back in the dish.
What's running through my head:
'New Day', by the Robbie Seay Band. Listen here (song #2)
Pointing us in the right direction:
Some church signs have a way with words.
Faves: 'Jesus is the Potter, not Harry'
'Wal mart is not the only saving place'
'Don’t let worries kill you- let the church help'
And let's not forget church bulletins:
Sample: 'The sermon this morning: “Jesus Walks on the Water.” The sermon tonight: “Searching for Jesus.” '
R.I.P
Lucky Dube. Too soon.
It's been gorgeous autumn days lately- misty mornings (like the fog when the harmattan rolls in from the Sahara back home), warm days, pleasant breeze, baby blue skies, cotton wool clouds...*sigh*...some things should last forever....
...and some things shouldn't, like the guys who just won't give up...
Priceless moments:
-Getting off work early today!!!! You have no idea what a high it is to get off before 5pm, until you’ve gotten home at 2am.
-Getting to work with cool senior staff who actually care about you as a person and go out of their way to help you work better: Thanks to y’all for helping erase my memories of previous 'terror masters'
-Getting to hear from the one guy I'm currently nuts about, whom I thought I'd lost contact with…speechless…
What you get for $150 a plate:
I got my personal fashion philosophy from the immortal words of comedienne Sheryl Underwood: "Ladies, if you're going out, at least put on some lipstick; 'cos I know without makeup, I look just like Wesley Snipes".
Anyway, thank God I took that to heart and did a little bit more than just shower a couple of days ago before heading out for work, because I ended up getting roped into attending a fancy Chamber of Commerce dinner in the evening at a 5 star hotel, complete with mini fashion show, high powered guests, the works.
Top 3 likes about the dinner:
1) Queenah, upcoming designer from Liberia based over here, who got to showcase her work during the dinner. You go, girl!
2) Hanging out with my really cool, no nonsense manager- super smart high achieving gal, yet totally down to earth.
3) Short speeches, and NO African time!!! (It was hosted by South Africa--"Indaba!")
And bottom three:
1) Bad, really bad food. This was the main dish, for $150 a head: one burnt, sorry, caramelized, pearl onion; 4 or 5 sticks of withered carrots; tasteless chicken, bland mashed potatoes and broth that was supposed to be wine based but looked and tasted like cough medicine. Don’t even get me started on the dessert. Thank God the ticket was free- or else I'd have led a protest!
2) Brotha at my table who turned up looking like an extra from a rap video- and was trying to network for some serious money for a huge investment. Good for meeting P. Diddy, but maybe not so good for a biz dinner.
3) Terrible table manners from brotha and his pal during the dinner. No thanks for putting the spoon for the table salad dressing, which everyone else is waiting to use, in your mouth. Thank God you held off putting it back in the dish.
What's running through my head:
'New Day', by the Robbie Seay Band. Listen here (song #2)
Pointing us in the right direction:
Some church signs have a way with words.
Faves: 'Jesus is the Potter, not Harry'
'Wal mart is not the only saving place'
'Don’t let worries kill you- let the church help'
And let's not forget church bulletins:
Sample: 'The sermon this morning: “Jesus Walks on the Water.” The sermon tonight: “Searching for Jesus.” '
R.I.P
Lucky Dube. Too soon.
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