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10/08/2008

holy crap it's frigging october!

Dear blog,

I've often thought about you longingly over the last couple of months, but, sadly, you keep jumping to the bottom of my list of things to do. Since my last post, not only have I started school, but I also started working 3 part-time jobs on campus.

Sigh. I know. Waaaaaah. Poor me, I have 1500 photos from the summer that I haven't gone through yet. Waaaaah. I'm basically working a 57-hour work week and paying for the privilege. Waahh. There's still a hole in my new home studio ceiling after 2 months of emails and phone calls to the builder. WAAAAAAAH!

Jeebus. All I can do right now is bitch and moan and it's so frigging boring that I almost fell asleep typing this out. With all the recent politicking and with the economy heading straight for the shitter, the last thing you need is to hear that junk.

So, until I get my shit together long enough to post again, please enjoy this little piece of Canadian heaven:

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3/04/2007

dear period that came 5 days early,

fuck you.

i want to die.

love always,

poopee shm-oh-my-gawd-get-me-some-painkillers-please

p.s. i don't have any photos from my birthday dinner, which was the most deeeeeeelicious meal i've had in a long, long time, because we were all too dumb to bring a camera and my camera batteries were dead. sigh. then we forgot to take pictures of my cake, before we ate the whole thing. so yeah, sorry or whatever. i'm going to go back to bed now, lie in the fetal position and cry myself to sleep.

2/22/2007

dear weather,

what is up with you the last few days? hunh?

first we get a foot of snow, then a few days of sun and warm weather where most of the snow melted into a disgusting filty mess and then and i wake up this morning and what do we have?

thundersnow

thundersnow??? seriously????

because now oscar is hiding in the bathroom. and it's your fault.

the infamous outhouse! a.k.a. die auspumpenhutte

i hope it was worth it.

2/14/2007

dear ignorant jerkoffs on the college streetcar,



it's not my fault we had a huge snowstorm and pardon me for having to carry a largish box while you sighed and rolled your eyes at me after i had to shove you out of the way when you wouldn't give me a little room to pass.

go fuck yourself.

to everyone else, happy valentine's day!



oh and here's another shot of missy, this time with my dad.

1/12/2006

dj poopee shmoopee's top 50 iTunes downloads of 2005

dear internet,

i'm still here. just busy.

in case you were wondering what the hell i've been doing, here's the short version of what's been going on.

i'm taking an online correspondance course in project management. working on getting all my wedding loose ends tied up. and then there's a nasty sinus infection thing going around that i'm trying to avoid, which is becoming increasingly difficult since we decided to park our car for the rest of the winter. i mean, public transit, while convenient, breeds that kind of viral shit. for christmas my brother got me a membership to the gym he works at, so this week i've started going. since i stopped working out last June i've gained 10 pounds, 2 dress sizes, and a whole lotta clothes that don't fit me so well anymore. must. stop. ass. spreadage. NOW. oh and i'm totally breaking out from the cold, dry weather. and my dust allergies are causing major inflammation in my nasal passage which makes me feel like i have a big gaping whole in the middle of my face, which makes working in a lumber yard just that much MORE fun. did i mention that i've also applied to art school to start full time in september?

yes, that was the short version. trust me, you don't want the long version. my loving and patient husbie can attest to that.

anyway, until my next post, for your listening pleasure, i have posted my very first iMix on the iTunes Music Store titled: the shmoopdeck's top 50 downloads of 2005. enjoy.

don't have iTunes? next time i'll post the playlist, tonight i'm just too damned tired.

hugs,

poops.