Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Pay no attention to the sounds of doors slamming.
The resume writing has begun, but it's probably just a seasonal thing, as staffers go back to school...or more realistically, come to their senses.
First, comes the requisite down-playing of reality:
While early reports put the number as high as 15, deputy party leader Peter MacKay said it was much smaller and cautioned against reading anything sinister into the changes.
"My understanding is that it was five or six," Mr. MacKay said on the eve of a national caucus meeting in the Nova Scotia capital."
Then, comes the refusal to speak on the record:
"I never discuss staffing in my office, never," Mr. Harper said as he arrived in Halifax.
Jean Chretien, off chortling to himself in retired bliss-land, was unavailable for comment.
It took an embarrassingly long time for me to comprehend that it wasn't Bob Denver who sang "Annie's Song" and "Thank God, I'm A Country Boy!".
But I can share that here, because I'm amongst friends...and complete strangers.
Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollenation effect.
1. Writing from the Hip
2. Blue Stocking
3. Simply Coll
4. Canadian Expatriates
Next: Select four new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate and anyone can play if they want to).
What were you doing 10 years ago?
I was packing up my crappy possessions, and preparing to move out of one of Ottawa's notorious rat-trap apartment buildings, to share a house with some friends in one of the city's trendiest neighbourhoods. I was still a fast food preparation artist, looking to get back into university. I was clueless as to what I wanted to be when I grew up. The house was a nice change, but many bad memories spoiled the experience. As it turned out, I had 2 more years of the fast food lifestyle, before making the big leap into the public service. I still have no university degree...
What were you doing 5 years ago?
Living in suburbia, enjoying the first year of wedded bliss with Sweet Baby. Still working for the government, waiting for that elusive "permanent" job, working from contract-to-contract in a low-level clerical position. Still didn't know what I wanted to be, except for "happier". I even had the weight-gain to prove it. I discovered that the internet could be used for more than just games and porn, and even dabbled in some chat rooms.
What were you doing one year ago?
Still living in suburbia (just a different part of it); still happily married, and loving every minute of it; still working for the gov't, but now a permanent employee, and a manager to boot! I was in the midst of a weight-management program that had me down below my weight 10 years ago, and exercising daily for the first time in my life! I wasn't worrying about stuff anymore. Still not sure what I want to be when(if?) I grow up, but enjoying the ride much more...
What were you doing yesterday?
Walked Dora--several times. Did the dishes, and some laundry, and pre-ironed some shirts for the week. Watched "Napoleon Dynamite", and the latest episode of "Rome". Had a nap. BBQ-ed some groovy hamburgers (thank you, fast food employee experiences!) I even snuck in some blogging!
Five snacks you enjoy:
Heavenly Hash ice cream
Key Lime or Lemon Meringue Pie
Tim Horton's Chocolate Coconut donut
popcorn, with lots of butter
Five songs I know all the words to:
"Paradise By The Dashboard Light", by Meatloaf
"Thunder Road", by Bruce Springsteen
"Creep", by Radiohead
"Smells Like Teen Spirit", by Nirvana
"Chain of Fools", by Aretha Franklin
Five things you would do if you had a million dollars:
*Open a Tim Hortons (for profit)
*Open an Italian restaurant (for pleasure)
*buy my Sweet Baby a pony
*throw the wickedest BBQ fiesta evvvv-ahhh!
*buy the biggest commercial television screen available
Five things you like doing:
Walking with SB
vacationing in PEI
Five bad habits
leaving my socks on the floor
not putting away clean clothes
forgetting to say "please"
blogging in my skivvies (sorry, neighbours!)
saying "we" when I mean "I"
Five things I would never wear again
"Bush/Cheney 2000" T-shirt
Polo, by Ralph Lauren
any spandex product
Five favorite toys
Monday, September 05, 2005
...she's sleeping. As this photo was loading, she slid off of the couch and landed face-first onto the carpet. That is the picture that I wanted to get. Dora eats hard, sleeps hard, and then plays hard. So far, her retrieving instincts are quite strong. We've begun the slow and arduous task of crate-training...that hasn't been a popular move, so far.
As for her ability to pose cute for pictures, it's off of the scales...
Thank you sweetie, for brightening our lives so much and so quickly. If you've never experienced the sensation of having your toes licked by an aggressive puppy while trying to pour coffee into a mug, I highly recommend it.
Have a great week, folks.
To the naive amongst us calling for a cessation of the partisan attacks during the Katrina Kleen-Up, I respectfully say, "Wake Up!"
Americans, your country is under siege by the most aggressive power-mongers in a century. Do not stand idly by for one moment longer.
Halliburton, that most non-partisan of partisan corporations, has just been awarded the clean-up contract. Is there anything that this fantastic corporation can't do? Apparently providing cheaper oil is beyond them.
Conveniently timed within 24 hours of the commencement of the confirmation hearings for John Roberts, clever Bush has announced that Roberts will, in fact, replace Rehnquist as Chief Justice. At age 50, this man could conceivably be on the bench for another 30 years. So much for the end of the Bush reign of terror in 2008. What started out as a sweetly retro-Rockwell introduction to the media, Roberts' ascension to the Supreme Court is starting to smell like a coup d'etat.
I would advise all Americans to contact their Senators and ensure a thorough vetting of this man, before he turns back constitutional law 200 years or more.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Hugo Chavez Better Watch His Ass!