Monthly Archives: January 2005

File under: LOUISE WILL YOU BE CAREFUL?!!

File under: LOUISE WILL YOU BE CAREFUL?!!

Our kitchen isn’t dirty. But somehow, this morning, I managed to walk on SOMETHING which I can’t find now, no matter how much I look. Reason # 7873870935 that it is unwise for me to not wear shoes even though I hate shoes: I have a big old cut on the bottom of my foot. Luckily we have bandaids, and also luckily I got a tetanus shot the LAST time I hacked my foot open on some mystery thing. Also I don’t think this time warrants stitches.

And just now? I was getting a carrot out of the fridge for Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson. Okay, and another carrot for me. Of course I banged my head on the fridge door! What do you take me for, someone who’s normal?

That Don't Impress Me Much.

That Don't Impress Me Much.

I go through a lot, Bloggy People, to bring you the witty repartee that is the content of cow-dog.net . It’s okay though, you’re worth it. But for this entry, I should be elevated to Saint Status. Okay, if not that, at least people should send me some cookies or something. Yummy ones. With chocolate. Because I have just committed the Ultimate Sacrifice. And also, Experienced the Unthinkable. For YOU!

I looked over at the TV before. There was Shania Twain. She was in a video. With Mark McGrath. Uh, weird. Later on, as I flipped channels, I said to myself “Hey, it’s the exact same video! Wait– it can’t be! That isn’t Mark McGrath!”

Upon further research, it appears that Shania made the exact same video twice. Once with Mark McGrath, from Sugar Ray, and again with this other guy, Billy Currington. If you dare, you can go see both videos here. Why would one make the exact same video twice? With two different duet partners? And release them at the exact same time? Oh, I know! To MAKE LOTS OF MONEY!

I really, really don’t enjoy Shania Twain. I really don’t. At all. Yes, I know she’s Canadian and I should probably rally behind her flag, but I can’t. Yes she used to be all poor and her parents died and she raised all her brothers and sisters on her own by dropping out of school and going to work and only eating mustard sandwiches. It’s very admirable, and I have nothing against her PERSONALLY. She’s probably got some talent, too, behind all the weird distortiony stuff that her producer/husband does to her voice. But I really, really can’t like her music. It’s not that I don’t like country music (I do). I just do. not. like. her. And yet I watched both the videos, all the way through (you should, too. I don’t want to be alone in this). And here are my observations:

1- These guys really don’t want to go to her party. And yet, she crinkles her nose up, and suddenly they’re both all excited about her lame party. Hmmm. There must be something to the nose crinkling. I will have to try this out with Rob. “Rob, please, clean the toilet” “No!” *nose crinkle* “Oh my GOD you are so SEXY! I will clean the toilet! I will clean it nine times!”

2- She is wearing a tablecloth. She IS!

hmmm… reminds me of something…

3- Shania’s version of “rocking out” = throwing both her arms out to the sides and flinging her head back. Sort of like Meg Ryan on her bike in “City of Angels” right before the truck hits her. Unfortunately no truck hits Shania.

4- Shania’s Sexiness Move = crinkling her nose at the camera while singing (see #1).

5- Shania’s Super Rocking Out Move = shaking her head from side to side, so that her hair extensions shake around. No, seriously. I know this, because my sister-in-law is a big Shania fan. And I have seen all Shania’s videos. And in all her videos, when she’s rocking out, she shakes her damn head around. Maybe the head-shaking distorts the music somehow so she can LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT SHE’S SUBJECTING US TO IT. Oh. She also does the move described in #3. And, see #6. Remember the page I sent you to so you could watch the Shania Videos of Doom? Check out the videos for “Man, I feel like a Woman!” and “Rock this Country!” and “I’m Gonna Getcha Good!” and “Up!” (er? Shania, you don’t HAVE to put an exclamation point at the end of the title just because it’s a fast song. Seriously).

6- In order to dance, Shania sort of just stomps. A lot. Sometimes she jumps up and down. Other times, she shakes her shoulders while stomping. Back when she was a poor kid in Canada, they didn’t have dancing. Just stomping.

7- I wonder which version of the video she made first. Because I kept thinking “Okay, did she take that move from Mark McGrath and use it in the video with the other guy whose name I forget and am too lazy to scroll up and look for? Because that looks exactly like the thing Mark did in the video he was in, only now Shania’s doing it. Or did Mark steal a move from Shania? WHO IS THE THIEF?!”

Oh well. She’s 40. And she looks pretty hot. And I couldn’t do what she does.

The thing is that I really think she shouldn’t either.

YES!

YES!

Okay so as you all know, we are pretty much having a do-it-yourself wedding. Well, as much as we can. We simply don’t have $1000 to spend on invitations or flowers or… well, anything. SO. Today I was online looking for a way to make our own wedding invitations. And I would just like to show you a sample that I made up.
I’m pretty happy with it.
Do you think it’s appropriate?

Hoo boy

Hoo boy

Okay so first of all, I am too obsessed with money. It’s a snow day today, and there’s no way for me to drive Rob in to work. Plus the busses aren’t running. So he’s not going to work, right? And that’s normal. And it’s fine.
But now I start worrying because if he doesn’t work, he doesn’t get paid. WHICH IS ALSO FINE. But I worry anyway. And then I act like a dink. Meh.

Also. ALSO! Do you want to know what a prize I am? Boys probably shouldn’t click, because it’s just gonna gross you out.
Girls too, maybe. Use your judgment.

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Perfectly Correct.

Perfectly Correct.

Okay. I’m feeling better now. Yesterday I was completely stressed out about a lot of things, and Rob was sleeping, so I couldn’t talk to him about it.
We talked in the car this morning on his way to work, and he helped me to realize that there are some things we can’t do much about, and other things that we can, and we have to pick. And that I don’t have to do/think of/figure out everything by myself, if I actually ASK FOR HELP. Oooo, smarty. How does he know these things?

You can still see my wedding dress if you want to (UNLESS YOU ARE A LEMUR NAMED ROB). Thanks to those who’ve looked and offered their opinion :)

Also. Blizzard warning in effect for all of Nova Scotia for tonight/tomorrow– between 20 and 45 cm. Woo! Snow day!

Now this is not a New Years’ Resolution, because I don’t do well with those (I’ve made the same NYR every year of my life, and I always fail! It’s kind of depressing. Oh– the resolution? “I’ve gotta try to stop being so damn foxy”. Just never works, for some reason), but I have given up drinking anything but water. Well, I mean, I’ve given up drinking pop and stuff. I’ll still have a glass of milk, because I really like milk. And I generally don’t drink hot drinks more than once every two or three weeks, so I’m allowing myself those (the other night, we went to Tim’s and I got a hot apple cider. Mmmm, hot apple cider). I’m not sure why I decided to do this… I mean, it may be a health thing or whatever. But so far, I don’t feel deprived, and it’s been probably two weeks. The only problem is that we have to buy bottled water because our tap water is so gross that even putting it through a Brita filter doesn’t help it. So we’re covered in bottles! And our building? Doesn’t recycle. We separate our stuff, but the superintendent just throws it all into the same dumpster (I know, this is illegal). I’d take it to a recycling centre but I believe the closest one is actually quite far away.

Anyway a fun thing with all the water drinking is that I pee alot. Er. Okay that’s not fun. Never mind. FORGET YOU READ THAT.

I’m making cock-a-leekie soup. Mmmmm, cock-a-leekie.

And uh… I think that’s it. For now. Because it’s time for PRE-SNOWSTORM NAPPING!

Crackhead, please.

Crackhead, please.

Who. The hell. Phoned our cellphone at 7 freaking 10 this morning and I wandered around the house for 10 minutes trying to find the damn phone and no we don’t have call display on the cellphone so when I found it it stopped ringing right before I answered and what the hell it is SATURDAY who is up at 7 freaking 10 in the MORNING????!!!! and of course I thought it was some kind of emergency with my dad so I couldn’t get back to sleep and phoned my mom (who usually wakes up at 6:30 every morning without fail) and she was like “What the hell are you doing calling at 7 freaking 10 in the morning? I was SLEEPING, dumbass! And your DAD is sleeping! So stop being a dumbass! Who the hell would call a person at ten after seven in the morning???” (all said, of course, in perfectly impeccable french) and I was like “Yeah. Me too.”

So that’s how my day started. And it got me to thinking. And my conclusion? From now on, I’m blaming everything that happens and I can’t find another explanation for? On crackheads. So, it must have been crackheads who phoned at 7 freaking 10 this morning. AND, it must have been crackheads who stole all my socks so I’m going around with cold feet. And for some reason, crackheads somehow wrangled it so that later, when I went to take a nap, I couldn’t sleep properly even though I was really really tired, and ended up tossing and turning for an hour and a half, and then sleeping all weirdly and having bizarre nightmares about people throwing themselves into fires and dancing around burning so it wasn’t really restful at all.

Stupid crackheads.

And now I must lead an investigation into the reason why Judd and Emilio, though they have plenty of food, water, hay, carrots, and any other thing they could possibly want to fill their bellies with, are both making noises like “Oh my GOD! We’re DYING! of STARVATION! PLEASE FEED US! DO you have any bacon? A cheeseburger? Maybe some poutine?”. And no, they don’t want cuddles or playing with, I go near them and they run and hide in their houses, and then make noise like ‘PLEASE DON’T COME NEAR US! JUST GIVE US FOOD! Maybe some Steak-ums? Pop tarts? We’ll settle for Doritos, if you don’t have any Fritos around”.

*Crams more Midol all up in her face*