Sunday, Feb. 08, 2004 - 7:11 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Poutine Puts me to Sleep
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Oh hi! just dozing there on ya!
Trying to catch up on email correspondence and reading diaries. And now suddenly it is late late.
Today. Fluffy snow again. More and more. I cannot complain! It is like Christmas. :) Good for the trees and lawns and other plants as well as my humour.
Today I went out and helped at the bar where they were cleaning up after the shakeup... what a mess... things made out of Lewan (like 1/8" plywood)... good for things like lightweight drawing boards of minimal size... bad to build a bar out of... esp if you don't varnish it so it cannot properly be cleaned, or reinforce it with a frame so it warps and is fragile. Duh. With the lights on one could see how they had put some purple paint and some black (how on a budget of over $10,000 do you not have enough paint to paint a one room bar black and have to use purple to finish?), and noticed the new toilets (why the hell replace toilets that already work?), the new fanciola plumbing fixtures, the totally illsuited low intensity fancy lighting fixtures in the washrooms (do these renovator fetish "friends" of mine not know women do things like fix their clothes and makeup in the bathroom and want to SEE??)... the money spent on upgraded toilet paper and paper towel dispensers etc etc. nutso for a place open one or two nights a week.
And lets not talk about the bar, where they placed the bottles of hard liquor high up on a suspended U-shaped shelf above the actual bar... it is so high the girls bartending need to stand on a stool to get them down... now THAT's efficient bartending I tell ya... having to kick around a stool to get each bottle, running into the other girl while you do it. Apparently it is like that cuz people come to the bar to "see the girls' eyes"... not to get efficiently served their drinks... and so the bottles are above the girls' heads. Nutso butso I tell ya.
Anyways I helped brainstorm a curtained entry to replace the door that was ripped out, and I reupholstered two settees that were losing their springs, stuffing and upholstery... I did a quickie job with foam, strips of material, some great leopardskin fabric and a staplegun. Great job if I do say so myself! yay! I like helping out.
And my preggers bar friend looks simply the picture of health... fed up and tired cuz of this incident, but preggers wise she is round and happy and baby is healthy and growing. I am so glad for them! Yay! The daddy is just grinola from ear to ear I tell ya! A prouder pappy I have not seen in a LONG TIME! :) I am so glad for my friend to have found a guy who wants to be a good dad. :)
You know what... I am taking too long to write this and I am going back to zzzz zzzz zzzz snort!! zzz sshdksajfafl... oh UM... yeah, I will write another entry with the rest of my day tomorrow. Some was kinda pukey and some was fun and interesting. Like the bikers getting their butts beat by the latex mummified guy. hehe.
Sorry to fade out. It must be the poutine and steamé I ate earlier. Goes straight to the waistline and then sends sleep messages to the brain. yup.
BTW if you leave compostable food to putrify in your house for a week, you will be overcome with CLOUDS of fruitflies EVERYWHERE... i tell ya. My friend was like "um, there are flies inside your bread." yup... they somehow got INSIDE the closed plastic bread bag and are crawling all around. I suspect it is the organic honey that called to them. Sigh. I think they will die soon. I hope so. It is hard to brush your teeth in a cloud of flies. Let this be a lesson to you through me. ok?
Throw out your compostable garbage even if you have to shovel to do it. yup.
sweet dreams to me, cutiepie sexy wenchie
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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