ten nineteen

Hello, archives??

2008-02-04T13:11:00.000-06:00

I'm a little concerned that the links to my archives appear to be broken. if anyone has any ideas of what to do about this, your suggestions are very much appreciated!

My entire body aches. We went skating for 3 hours yesterday, after a two-year skating hiatus. Our objective was to skate to the end of the skate path they clear on the river every year. I was doing fine until we got to the end of the path and turned around to head home... up until that point, I'd only fallen once and it was more of a graceful collapse than a full-on nosedive. However, things quickly took a turn for the worse as the pain from my sore ankles and the blisters on my feet became more noticeable and the sun set below the horizon, dropping the temperature by a few more degrees.. I was sore, cold, and tired and suddenly, apparently, absolutely unable to skate. I fell about 6 or 7 more times on the way home, each fall more vicious than the last. We're talking horrible, violent falls, with either my knees, elbows, or in one case CHEEKBONE making full harsh contact with the cold, unforgiving ice. Between whimpering in pain and giggling uncontrollably at my own klutziness, it became more and more difficult to get up after each time I fell, even with Nick's helping hand... I resembled a drunken 16-year-old girl after too many sourpuss shots. Finally we abandoned the skating altogether and I hobbled to the nearest bench to feebly attempt to remove my skates from my throbbing ankles with my numb, frozen fingers. We walked the rest of the way home on the frozen river. After being on skates for so long I felt like a penguin, tottering from side to side and concentrating on just getting one foot in front of the other. We made it home at last and thawed over hot chocolate as I continued to shiver for the next thirty minutes. I don't remember the last time I was so cold... maybe not since that time in 7th grade when I foolishly agreed to spend 4 hours freezing my ass aboard a float in the Santa Claus Parade, with a sickly smile pasted to my frostbitten face, waving pathetically and tossing candy to hoards of shrieking children.

So today I inspect my wounds and watch for my bruises to turn interesting shades of green, blue and grey. I can feel muscles I haven't felt in a long while and I wonder how long it will take for the blisters on my feet to heal.

Next weekend, I'll definitely be wearing thicker socks.

Long time gone

2008-02-04T00:37:00.000-06:00

Well. I haven't been here in awhile. It seems that with my discovery of facebook (crackbook), blogging rapidly lost it's charm. I wonder how many other blogs suffered the same fate as mine? But I'm back, for now at least! With my recent graduation after 3 years of post-secondary torture, I now have two months of blissful free time on my hands before I return to work in April. I'm well aware that this will likely be the only time in my life, at least until I retire, that I will have two entire months to myself- no commitments, no stress, no obligations. I intend to fully enjoy these months. With all of my newly-found free time, maybe I can try my hand at crafting the occasional witty, informative blog post. Or at the very least, maybe I can make inane comments about the ridiculously cold weather that is keeping me indoors for most of the hours of the day. I've become a regular reader of a number of blogs, and I've often wished that I could join in some of the blogging tomfoolery that a number of my favorite bloggers participate in. And what better time than the present? Let this be the beginning of a whole new 10.19.

I also just realized that my blog design is perfect for February... I have a built-in Valentine theme! And while the pink hearts may be rather inappropriate for most of the year, right now it suits me just fine.

dog-do for jildo

2007-04-18T20:57:00.000-05:00

hey jill this is for you!

the dildo for dogs

i am a tree

2007-03-08T18:35:00.000-06:00

You Are A Cedar Tree

You are elegant yet unpretentious, modest yet vivacious.
Attractive and friendly, you are full of imagination but might lack passion.
You abhor vulgar people, and you don't like anything in excess.
You have little more ambition than to live a calm life and enjoy nature.
You create a content, peaceful atmosphere for others.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

tongue-numbing excitement

2007-02-16T18:58:00.000-06:00

check out this bit of supreme weirdness.

so whenever i eat celery, it makes my tongue numb. i always kinda figured maybe i was just having a reaction to the pesticide residues on it, or that maybe celery has a chemical in it that causes a numbing sensation. i've mentioned this to people and i've never encountered anyone who shares my celery-induced discomfort.

so today i'm eating some celery and i think, hey, why don't i google "celery makes my tongue numb". because my life is so exciting that i manage to fit stimulating things like this into my day to day activities. to my surprise, i discover a whole community of people who share numb tongues like mine! who woulda thought? and apparently in europe, celery allergies are more common than peanut allergies. so it turns out i'm not alone. phew, i was really worried there.

ola

2007-02-05T17:19:00.000-06:00

so we're back from mexico. on saturday night we went from +35 in cancun to -53 in winnipeg, all in a matter of 4 hours. i've decided not to go outside again til april, as my sunburned nose is extra sensitive to the cold. and i'm upset that no one says "ola senorita" to me anymore!

mexicola

2007-01-25T23:01:00.000-06:00

i miss summer, i'm going slowly crazy, but it will all be ok soon because we're going here tomorrow, la la la la la!!

swamp pine

2007-01-15T19:10:00.000-06:00

Your Personality Is Like Ecstasy

You're usually feeling the love for the world around you - you want to hug everyone.
And while you're usually content to sit back and view the world with wonder...
Sometimes you're world becomes very overwhelming and a little scary.

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

i'm an athlete :)

2006-11-19T22:28:00.000-06:00

i am 55 wii fitness years old!! hooray for me, la la la. compare that to dan's 59 years and guess what- that makes ME sportier than DAN!

Arse Tickler's Faggot Fan Club

2006-11-12T18:18:00.000-06:00

do you think it was really necessary to make him anatomically correct?

the more you try to erase me

2006-11-05T21:47:00.000-06:00

i have too many things to do and they each need my complete attention. so rather than slowly but surely work away at each of them until they are finished, i spend my time stressing about how i can possibly accomplish so much in so little time. and the time creeps away on me, and very little gets done. what to do?

the greatest post ever!

2006-03-16T16:37:00.000-06:00

http://vivalemerde.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-do-not-want-to-have-sex.html

tyson

2006-02-08T20:52:00.000-06:00

so my baby cousin had a baby. and he's absolutely the sweetest thing i've ever seen.

i'm still your fag

2006-02-02T17:14:00.000-06:00

http://catsinsinks.com/

What Starts with F and ends with K

2006-02-01T19:40:00.000-06:00

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her
students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?"

Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in
the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade
too!"

Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.

While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the
principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would
give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was
to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.

Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he
agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"

Harry: "36."

And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader
should know.

The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can
go to
the 3rd grade."

Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions."

Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two
of?"

Harry, after a moment: "Legs."

Ms. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"

The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!

Harry replied: "Pockets."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"

Harry: "Pants."

Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious
and contains thin, whitish liquid?"

Harry: "Coconut."

The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"

The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the
answer, Harry replied, "Bubble gum."

Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting
down and a dog does on three legs?"

Harry: "Shake hands."

The principal was trembling.

Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means
a lot of heat and excitement?"

Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put
Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong...."

is it wrong to want more than a folk song...

2006-01-26T20:52:00.000-06:00

end of exam week, thank god!

my blog's all messed up though... and so's nick's... and according to what WE can see on our computer, everyone's blog is all messed up. but jon says he can't see anything wrong. what's going on??? on every blog we go to, there's a picture of a snow-covered pool overlapping where the top banner should be. can anyone else see that? here's what the picture looks like:

i don't even know who's pool that is. it sure looks like winnipeg though. and it's EVERYWHERE!

any input anyone has would be greatly appreciated.

single white... cat?

2006-01-19T18:58:00.000-06:00

jill posted this lovely picture of jon for all the world to see. ladies, this strapping young lad COULD be the man of your dreams!

actually, here's a more realistic picture of him... (that's jon on the right).. swoon!

hee hee.

stephan picks his nose

2006-01-15T12:29:00.000-06:00

actually no, stephan doesn't pick his nose. (don't worry, your secret's safe with me).

we went bowling the other night- and i kicked ass! who woulda guessed? the second game, however, my score was almost exactly HALF that of my first game. clearly i bowl much better sober. tracy was the all-time bowling champ. although i think the "granny" style gave her quite the unfair advantage.

i have a cold. actually, pretty much everyone has colds, i think. calvin came back from hawaii with crazy germs and happily spread them about to everyone he knows. i was thinking about buying some contact-c, but then i thought perhaps i should spend my money more wisely and simply purchase some crack, which i'm sure will have about the same effects and also broaden my horizons a little.

everyone come to our wedding social, february 25th at heritage victoria community club. there'll be hot chicks, good food and good prizes. good times will be had by all, i assure you.

i'm burning pancakes right now, what a horrible excuse for a woman i am.

a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard one day

2006-01-06T15:22:00.000-06:00

if you know what album my post title is from you are my hero. we bought the cats a new litter box, it's one of those ones with a lid so they can't scatter litter throughout the entire apartment like they used to. it's a wonderful thing. i think it looks so nice and cozy in there, like a happy little cat fort. i wish i were smaller so i could go inside.

christmas was good, i received many nice gifts. i also received a few gifts that needed to be exchanged due to size or colour or what have you, which is always fun because then it's like i get to go shopping without spending any money.

today was the first day that it was sunny outside in almost a month. i wonder how many suicides we've had during that time?

wait, they don't love you like i love you

2006-01-02T22:44:00.000-06:00

aku is an internet superstar. the other cats are going to get jealous.

http://philogynist.blogspot.com/2005/12/doppleganger-cid.html

of fences with switches, turn them on....

2005-12-23T16:23:00.000-06:00

oh my god i am so BORED! i'm at work and it's completely deserted.. most of our clients are the people who work in the office buildings around portage & main, and most of them got off work at noon today. and the only clients i have been getting are super annoying. i'm all like "is that everything for you today?" and they're like "yup" and so i hit the button that makes stuff start to happen... and then they're like "oh wait i wanna pay this bill" and i'm like "or fuck's sake what did you not understand about IS THAT ALL?" sheesh. and now i've got this crazy guy in front of me spouting conspiracy theory gibberish. the joys of working in downtown winnipeg.

oppression, you prey on us when we sleep

2005-12-20T12:31:00.000-06:00

i'm really uncomfortable in the daylight. if i happen to be home during the day when it's all bright and sunny i tend to hide in the bedroom or the living room with the curtains closed til it gets dark. it's different in the summer, when i can go outside and enjoy the sunshine.. in the winter it just seems to make everything ugly and harsh.

nick should be home any minute... i hate this part, the waiting for him to get here and wondering if he's actually lying in a charred car wreck on the side of the highway and won't ever actually come home.

i want to make christmas cookies but i know that i'll get as far as cutting them in pretty little shapes and baking them, and then i'll get bored and the act of decorating them (which is SUPPOSED to be the fun part) with become a tedious chore and by the end i'll hate the whole idea of ever making cookies again and won't think about it for another 6 months or so.

i haven't taken any pictures in awhile because everything is ugly and boring and not photo-worthy. but blog posts with no pictures suck. therefore, few blog entries.

and that's that.

like the coldest winter chill, heaven beside you

2005-12-17T00:08:00.000-06:00

i met someone last night who looked like layne staley. he was kind of a jerk though. and a coke-head. i'm sure layne staley was these things as well.

last night was my class christmas party. it was a night of doing too many shots in the ladies washroom, making a fool of myself while playing darts, and staying out far later than i should have.

today i slept most of the day and wrapped christmas presents. i am so sick of wrapping christmas presents. i swear nick goes away on purpose around christmas so he doesn't have to help.

must have read a thousand faces

2005-12-11T22:23:00.000-06:00

i think i'm changing my wedding colours. green was going to be the main colour, but i couldn't seem to find a shade of green that i liked. and i've been trying to make invitations, but all the green paper i can find reminds me too much of christmas. so i'm thinking maybe aqua. aqua's a good colour for a summer wedding, right? and the bridesmaids will look hot in aqua. and it reminds me of water, and i like water. my mom says "do you think you should check with nick first?" pfft! i doubt he even remembers green was the colour we were going with in the first place. and i can't check with him anyways, cuz he's out in the middle of nowhere blowing shit up. so any opinions? are there even any girls who read this blog? cuz i doubt boys have very strong thoughts on the subjects of wedding colours.

like black cadillacs outside of a funeral

2005-12-10T21:16:00.000-06:00

i watched dumbo last night. i've never seen anything so sad! poor little dumbo, torn away from his mother at such a tender young age. my very pregnant cousin (also of a tender young age) was completely absorbed as the drama unfolded, weeping silently to herself at the outrage of it all. i was getting a little weepy myself.

i'm sad, and lonely, and i miss nick. and to go hang out with anyone would mean i'd have to walk 15 minutes to the bus stop and then take a bus for 30 minutes, in the cold, and then later i'd just have to turn around and take the bus back and walk in the snow some more just to come home to my sad, lonely apartment. i'd rather stay here and feel sorry for myself and eat popcorn.

all we are saying...

2005-12-08T19:10:00.000-06:00

i just came back from a john lennon memorial at the legistative building... it was cold. people drank beer out of pepsi cans, sang lots of songs and said some words that i'm sure were meant to be heartfelt but came out sounding a little.. off. "john lennon, i love you man... i mean i'm only 17 and i just heard of the beatles last year, but your stuff really moves me, too bad you're dead. peace. smoke reefer!! yaaaaaaaaaaaah!" that was basically the jist (gist?) of it. i know they really mean well.

and the golden calves become mad cows...

2005-12-05T22:19:00.000-06:00

nicky left today, meaning 3/4 of the mutimer clan is out frolicking about in swamps and on mountain tops. he won't be home til christmas. sniffle.

check this out, funny shit. violence in iraq

thanks stephan.

today in my botany class we watched a movie about GMOs and how they're taking over the world and it was scary. i'd really rather not know that the food I'm eating might hurt me and there's nothing i can do about it.

in a world thats full of shit and gasoline

2005-11-30T17:30:00.000-06:00

so it appears that both fil and nick had corey hart obsessions in the mid-eighties. i, on the other hand, thought david bowie in tights (labyrinth style) was the best thing since crimped hair.

i get upset when i want a cat to pet and there are no cats around. i mean, i have THREE of them. having three cats means that whenever i want one to cuddle with, one should be there, dammit.

nick does a funny thing with the cats.. he pets them and pushes down on their backs and they try to run away, which makes them kind of waddle with their rear ends on the ground.. it makes me laugh really hard so i tried to take a video of it with the digital camera but the cats weren't feeling like movie stars today.

i just got back from the dentist and my mouth is frozen and i look stupid.

when i die, bury me in smoke...

2005-11-25T22:08:00.000-06:00

apparently i'm going to die on Sunday December 20 2076. nick's supposed to die on Monday October 5 2054. so i'll still be alive for like 25 years after he's dead. that's bullshit!! maybe i should find a new "life partner". one who'll stick around longer. hey jon, will you keep me company during the 25 years after your brother dies?

http://www.deathclock.com/

what would you have your arbiter do....

2005-11-24T22:22:00.000-06:00

i picked up the new system of a down and the new queens of the stone age albums today. i don't remember the last time i bought a cd. nick buys all our cds. they're too freakin' expensive, and i got spoiled by getting music for free for so long. today the girl on our sports illustrated girl-a-day desk calendar is noemie lenoir. she's hot. i'm jealous of her tan.

the incinerator mastered our hearts.

2005-11-23T18:37:00.000-06:00

it's snowing like a mutha fucka! today something in downtown winnipeg was on fire and everything was all smoky and stinky. i wanna know what it was. there should be a website or something where you can type "what is currently on fire in winnipeg" and it will give you a list of burning buildings. same thing with crime.. when i see lots of cop cars or hear sirens nearby i always want to know what's going on.. so you should be able to type in "what violent crimes are going down in winnipeg right now" and it should give you a list, and then you can wander on by and look at the blood.

HA!

2005-11-20T17:51:00.000-06:00

story of my life.... naughty james

2005-09-19T19:53:00.000-05:00

i have to go ride my bike around and try to find some samples of a weed and dig them up so i can take them to class. and it's cold out and i dont wanna.

the system of a down concert is on thursday, i'm so excited!!! it's gonna rawk. we've got floor seats, fun.

we might get married here. it looks pretty.

and if i'm wrong then don't you stray...

2005-09-16T23:46:00.000-05:00

it is so FREAKING cold in my apartment right now. i'm wearing my winter boots and two sweaters and i'm in the bedroom with the door shut to keep the cold air out. see i have a sunroom and it has lots of windows that let in cold air and it's supposed to have a door on it but i don't have one yet. and it was 4 degrees last night and this morning when i was waiting for the bus my feet were blue and i could see my breath! some winnipegger i am huh... wait til it's -40, then i'll really be whining.

night time anytime it's alright...

2005-09-15T23:59:00.000-05:00

so i'm walking home from work, it's rush hour, la la la. shaking my ass down the sidwalk, paying no attention to anything around me, when i snap out of my beautiful-day-induced trance and realize i'm about to plunge feetfirst into freshly poured wet cement. i go "aaahhh!" (if you know me, you'll recognize that trademark jessie scream) and try to regain my balance, but alas it is too late. a guy who was walking beside me looks over from where he had walked AROUND the barricade that i had somehow managed to squeeze through and goes "oh my god! what did you do??" and starts laughing. i am horrified and remove my delicately-sandalled manicured foot from the 4 or so inches of wet cement that i had just put it in. from across the street a construction worker, alerted by my squeals, shouts at me "what did you do!!" and i yelp "oh my god, i'm so sorry!!!" my face is bright red, i've never been so embarrassed! the construction worker, laughing, yells "hey bob, look what she did!" and from around the corner comes bob and about 10 other contruction workers, who have just finished pouring the cement i stepped in and are now working on another patch. they all look at me in confusion. bob goes "are you ok? didn't you, uh, see the barricade?" because of course like the wonderful contruction workers they are, they had erected a bright orange colored barricade across the length of the sidewalk to prevent people from walking through their cement. i, being a complete BIMBO didn't even notice the barricade and had somehow squeezed between it and a wall. i reassure bob that yes, i'm ok, and again i'm so sorry for wrecking their work. bob says it's ok, but that cement is very corrosive and bad for bare skin and that i need to get it off my feet asap. so despite my protests my city worker friends escort me across the street to their truck, where they take out a pail of water. two of the construction workers prop me up between them while bob gets on his knees before my and proceeds to delicately and gently wash my feet. he takes my "little slippers" (as he calls them) off and rinses them, then towels my feet dry. "hey guys, these are soft feet!" he tells his coworkers, who are looking mighty pleased with the whole situation. he offers me a massage, i politely decline. i thank them for their help, they smile some more and shake their heads (crazy chicks these days) and i hang my head and run along home, swearing to always, ALWAYS pay attention to where i'm walking!!! thinking back, i realize that i'm probably lucky i'm a girl, or else i'm sure i would have had quite a different reaction. i wonder if construction workers all over town now set up similar "traps" so that they can all share the experience of washing young girls' feet.

a new level of confidence, and power

2005-08-09T21:09:00.000-05:00

i kinda wish that no one would look at my blog. i mean, not that many people do or anything. but i feel as though i'm not quite up to speed on my blogging skills at the moment... i'm rather pre-occupied with real-life concerns and can barely gather my thoughts enough for regular communication, never mind blog-updating. and i worry that if people look at my blog now they'll go "ugh!" and never come back. and that's no good!! i really CAN be interesting sometimes, honest. we bought a car yesterday. nick calls it the biggest toy he's ever had. it matches his sunglasses. i quit my job yesterday too, that was exciting. and ozzfest got cancelled, which made me feel better about not being able to go. apparently ozzy got sick, which i don't quite understand- ozzy's been sick for like the last 30 years, what's the big deal? its not like he moves around much on stage anyway. they don't even really need him there!

in winnipeg we not only plow snow, we plow water too.

she drinks more whiskey than i rye

2005-07-24T02:53:00.000-05:00

every time nick moves, it smells like whiskey. i think he's become a self-sustaining distillery. in manitoba, we have a unique thing called a wedding social. it's when everyone who likes you comes to a big party and you rent a big hall to hold everyone. and you buy raffle tickets and 50/50 tickets and you drink til you fall over. and it's a wonderful thing. pictures tomorrow, right now i'm drunk.

booblog

2005-07-19T23:45:00.000-05:00

the pressure of the first entry! oh my. my brother-in-law-to-be (jon) suggested naming this blog "booblog". as in, boob log. and that would have been good, because then people would think there would be a lot of boobs, and then they would come to my site. and i could always make excuses.. "oh, my camera's broken right now, there'll be boobs soon" and "oh, my boobs don't look so good today, maybe i'll show my boobs tomorrow" and on and on... and people would keep coming back, waiting to see my boobs. and by the time they realized that there really weren't going to be any boobs at all, maybe they'd just like me by then and not be too disappointed. i mean, if they SAW my boobs they'd just be disappointed anyways, cuz they're really not particularly impressive. nothing like raymi's, anyway. now those are boobs. and just look at all the people who faithfully visit her page (me included)! and she never disappoints. so anyways. i didn't name it booblog. but oh, if i had. imagine the possibilities.