Yes I’m Biggie Smalls tonight. My sister’s two youngest (15 and 13) are thinking about pooling their money and buying a Wii together. They’re having trouble negotiating, though – before they empty out their savings accounts they want to hammer out details: Where will the Wii reside – his room or her room. Will they have scheduled times with it? What if one of them is playing a game and the other one wants to play a game? If they’re both equal owners, they can’t kick each other off, can they?
Little do they know that if they buy one, my sister has everything worked out. The Wii will reside in the living room, they will each have one hour a day on it, plus another half-hour where they can play a game together. Since she’s home with them, she can watch out for that.
I wonder sometimes if, when we have kids, I’ll be one of those super overprotective moms who is like “ABSOLUTELY NO TV OR KOOL AID OR ANYTHING EVER” or if I’ll be like “Oh thank God TV is here to take care of my child”. Hopefully I’ll fall somewhere in the middle. Plus, Rob (should) be there to give me a swift kick in the rear if I start to get crazy.

CBC radio is awesome. They were just doing a show about people who are living off the grid– meaning they’re not using electricity from the electric company or anything like that. The show’s worth a listen.

I often think that if we weren’t renting, if we had the option of building our own place, my ideal would be to use a combination of solar and wind energy. No need to worry about generators in the winter when we’re having ice storms. Of course this might not jive with the amount of computer time we like, or the amount of time I spend sitting in front of the air conditioner. But it’s nice to dream.

Random things:

There I was trying to be all virtuous with my cream of wheat when Rob went by, saying “I’m going to cook some bacon – want some?” (turkey bacon, but still).

The karma part: He burnt it and it’s inedible.

I just had a wtf moment while viewing this commercial:

Are they leather pants? Are they shiny leggings? Are they shiny leather leggings?

If the summer were longer I would join a wine of the month club with wine made only by our friend Lise – she gave us a bottle of green apple wine that she and her husband made and I want to drink it all the time, it is so delicious. However I would need much more than one bottle a month. A bottle a day, more like.

I’m so excited about those tshirts, by the way… I know I only ever get comments from one person anymore (there are posts addressing this all over the place, it seems – blogging has become less interactive, that’s for sure, and I’m just as guilty of the not-so-much commenting as anyone else and I’m not complaining, really, just making an observation – this blog’s purpose has always been just for me to record my stuff and it was a happy accident that at one time people were interested in my stuff and if they’re not now, well who can blame them, I’m not that exciting anymore which is saying alot because I was never that exciting) but I did get a couple of emails from people who don’t have a flickr account who thought the shirt was cute and that makes me feel kind of proud. What also excites me is that in less than six hours I will be putting them on my nephews and seeing my bro’s face when he gets a load of them.

Oh and: Rob stayed up late last night, making this:

My husband is an evil genius. I love that about him.

Gas prices are going up again tonight at midnight by about 10 cents.

Friends of mine are talking about trips to New York, Outer Banks rentals, cross-country treks… meanwhile we’re sweating our trip to NL this summer. The ferry, which is what I worried about at first, is going to be the least of our problems if gasoline keeps costing more and more.

I have sent Rob down to the basement. He’s not allowed out until he comes up with a plan for a potato-powered car.

I made that shirt right there. Actually I made two exactly like that: one for each of my brother’s sons. In the photo, on the right is my brother. On the left is the Cuban Assassin. And now I will tell you the tale behind why I made the t-shirts, and why I think my brother is going to laugh his ass off when he sees his kids wearing them (we’re having Father’s Day stuff at my parents’ tomorrow – I plan on sneaking the boys away from their parents and putting the shirts on them).

When we were younger, we would go to visit my grandparents. One of my grandpa’s favourite things was to take my dad, my brother, and any other male relatives in the vicinity to watch Atlantic Grand Prix Wrestling, a wrestling promotion which seemed to constantly be touring the Maritimes.
One of my brother’s favourite memories is when he was five years old, yelling something like “You stink, skinhead!” at Killer Karl Krupp and having Krupp lunge at him all crazy-like.

A few weeks ago, Grand Prix was in a town about an hour away from here. My brother got all excited when he found out, and just went, all by himself. He met the Cuban Assassin (or at least, one of the Cuban Assassins… apparently the dude is like Santa Claus. There’s the Original Cuban Assassin, and then there are a bunch of his helpers). He got this photo taken with him. Last night, he took my husband to another Grand Prix show and they apparently had the time of their lives (plans are being made to go to the next show that’s here, which is sometime in August). My brother got his photo signed. The owner of the company asked him, for the second time, whether he’d consider maybe becoming a wrestler. Considering the fact that he has a wife and two kids, he politely declined but don’t go thinking that he wasn’t excited about that.

Apparently on the way home from the matches last night, my brother and Rob were joking around about how next time GPW’s in town, they were going to have t-shirts made up with pics of the wrestlers, and big signs that say “Cuban Assassin is my Daddy” and “Viva la Cuba” and all kinds of other foolishness. Lord I wish you all could meet my brother. He is hilariously funny and I’m not doing justice to their jokes in this blog post.

Another thing my brother likes: VW Beetles (the original ones, not the new kind). Growing up he would watch the Herbie movies whenever he had a chance and of course, now his kids love it too. So, since there were 3 tshirts in the pack I bought (3 little kids’ shirts, $4.50… not a bad price) I made this, as well:

The TV show.

This year has been kind of weird, with a season last summer, then, because of the TV writers’ strike, another season during the winter, and I imagine another season is starting soon on CBS. But I am kind of “over” the US version of Big Brother. Seriously. Okay, of course, I’ll probably end up watching it, but it gets on my nerves how everyone who enters that house is samey and how they’ve made it more and more like Survivor every year.

Imagine my delight when Rob started getting for us the UK version of Big Brother (their season started last week). It is very awesome! Plus it’s on EVERY DAY so I don’t have to wait around for a fix! They have an albino black man! They have a crossdressing blind guy! They have … Kat!

Okay, let me give you a little rundown of the contestants (because I know you’re curious):
Read the rest of this entry →

You know how some people have that biological clock thing happening, where they want a baby and they want a baby NOW…? I am going through a huge case of that this year (lifetime), except for in my case, it’s for a dog. Okay, and a baby, but at the moment, I focus on the dog, because they’re more easily acquired.

But logically I know that right now is not the right time. Sure if Rob showed up with a puppy for my birthday I would go insane with happiness but really? Logically? Not a good idea. First of all I need a specific breed (well, a specific mix) because of my allergies and they are at least $500. Plus there’s the added cost of pet supplements, vaccinations, training, and other supplies. We could do it. We could. But we’re also going on a trip this summer – would it be fair to a dog to have it for a couple of weeks then either board it or have it in a car/on a boat for 23 hours then in a strange place for a couple of weeks with lots of strange people poking at it then back in the car/ on the boat?

OH LOGIC I HATE YOU. Why do we have to be so responsible? If we were dicks we’d be like “Whatever, dog! Come live with us! Get in our car! Yeah!”

Also: Tonight I very much miss Judd Nelson, and Emilio Estevez, and Simon who used to visit us.

Woo, this turned into a dead pets post! Sorry!

I can’t. Frickin. Wait.

7 teaching days left, then a few more administrative-type things, then I am finally on vacation for the summer.

The weather is nice. No one wants to be in the building. They’re all really surly.

Can’t wait til I’m just hanging out, putting my feet up on the patio furniture with an umbrella drink or something (okay maybe just rum punch – oh yeah rum punch)…

I’ve been in my bedroom for the past 2 hours (it’s 9 pm) because this is where the air conditioner is. Also my brain is just buzzing from tiredness.

Okay Rob’s mom is on the phone so I have to go.

My friend C. informs me via MSN that although she has her email set to the highest possible spam filter (I have gmail and it blocks nearly everything, but now and then something gets through – she works for a government agency who actually PAY for their spam-blocking) yesterday and today she got about 300 ads for lipovox in her inbox. At first she thought it was nasty coworkers trying to tell her something, then she realized that it was just that the filters had crapped out somehow.