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And in the spirit of missing my LJ buds, here's a meme, just to show you all how much I love you. the meme that keeps going around lj. Comment and I'll... a) Tell you why I friended you. b) Associate you with something -- a fandom, song, color, photo, etc. c) Tell you something I like about you. d) Tell you a memory I have of you. e) Ask you something I've wanted to know about you. I stole this from the lovely ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) imafarmgirl Her answers to me made me smile. Tags: a meme!, friends
Current Location: in hell
Current Mood:  happy
Current Music: Wakefield - Saturday night
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I love the Hip. There’s just no way around it. I love them. They are actually amazing. I’ve seen them three times, and on May 23rt, I will be seeing them a fourth time. It will be fabulous. These guys put on one of the most intense, amazing live shows I’ve ever seen. Yesterday morning, I was just chilling, sitting in the sun, listening to CBC, because that really is the greatest radio station ever sometimes. There’s this show called Q On the show yesterday, the host interviewed Gord Downy, the Hip’s lead singer. It was totally interesting to listen to the man speak. He has a really amazing speaking and singing voice, neither of which sound anything alike. But that’s ok. He was talking about his new album, which I’m not gonna lie, I’m not liking so far. Having said that, sometimes people change. He was saying about how he didn’t want to always be stuck in this one mould, as everyone seems to think that the Hip is this Canadian band, and all they ever sing about is Canadian stuff. It’s true, they do sing a lot about subjects that are close to our hearts as Canadians, but they also want to branch out. I would argue that Phantom Power was their last good album. Steve would argue and say that Phantom Power slurps the Hog, but I know secretly Fireworks is his favourite song of all time. Anyway, I’ve been really lacking in blog material lately, and I just wanted to write and say that even though the Hip are changing their sound and their feel and pretty much everything about them at this point, I love them, and I will always love them. Gord Downy sounds like someone who I could sit and drink beer and smoke a joint with and he’d be the coolest man alive, and we could talk about anything and everything. He seems really chill and down to Earth, although if you have seen his live shows, sometimes you might think he’s a little crazy. I guess it’s yet another reason why I love him so much. I wish I had a third of his talent. There was no real point to this rant, but for my American friends, here’s a really good song by them that reflects their Canadian upbringing, and it rocks! Tags: canada, music
Current Mood: bubbly
Current Music: The Tragically Hip - Looking for a place to happen
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*Bounce bounce sniff sneeze wag wag shake shake flop* We’re going to that happy place!!! Oh what happy times I have had there!!! We’re going to see Grandma! And Grandma always has treats for me, apparently they are home made! You know who else gave me home made treats awhile ago? Trixie’s mommy! Thank you thank you thank you Trixie’s Mommy! I know it’s late, but my mommy’s no fun and never lets me talk anymore. Something weird happened to my mommy the other week, and I don’t really understand what it was. She was walking with this man who refused to pet me, because he knew I was a working dog. But I was off harness and Mommy said he could pet me, but he kept saying “I’ve been trained never to touch a seeing eye dog.” What’s a seeing eye dog? People call me that all the time, but I’m a guide dog! Fascinating this… seeing eye thing… is it like since Mommy doesn’t see, I have to be her seeing eye? Hmmm… things that make you go hmmm… So she was walking with Mr. No pets for Rosamae when all of a sudden I felt her fall towards me. I just stood there and did my normal doggie thing, but the next thing I knew she was wobbling, sorta hippity hopping on one leg, and she was almost crying, but it looked like she didn’t want to full out cry because she was with that attractive man. He put his arm around her and half carried her onto the bus. Then, she turned sideways and put her foot up on the seat. How is that fair? When I jump up on bus seats, I get corrected… but I bet her feet are dirtier than mine. Every now and again we’d hit a bump and I would see her bite down really hard, I guess she was still trying not to cry maybe? I don’t know? And as if that wasn’t weird enough, she got off the bus where she used to go to find jobs, but job lady Natalie wasn’t there. Alana the back cracker was there. So Mommy was in what I can only assume is pain, and she wants back cracker lady to crack her back now? These human things are weird things. She got very slowly off the bus, and back cracker lady took her home. She took me for my evening poop, and then she hippity hopped into her room, where she proceded to sit at her computer and it read her something… and then… she started crying all weird where she couldn’t breathe, and she was so loud and I was like “What the heck Woman” but I didn’t do anything, and then she was on that thing she calls a phone, but she wasn’t making much sense. I heard her talking to someone, and then she was talking to Carin… and then the garage door was being opened, so I bark bark barked and I ran as fast as I could. Maybe somebody knew Mommy needed help. It was Mitsu and her mommy and Dan! Oh how I love Mitsu. We always play and run and pretend to fight but I like her. So we romped around the kitchen while Dan and Mitsu’s mommy did something to my mommy’s hurting foot. And then they were half carrying Mommy like the nice man had done, and I got shut in my room… what did I do wrong? I didn’t hurt Mommy. A few hourse later they were back with Cam. Mommy was weird all night, but Mitsu got to sleep over. For the next few days, Mommy just sat on her fat butt and people did everything for her, fed me, took me out, made her food, Meg brought her “breakfast in bed” twice and she was all happy. I noticed she would sit on her butt and slide up and down the stairs. Hmmm… wonder if she needs her anal glands expressed? I didn’t know humans needed that. But she wouldn’t do anything with me, just wanted me to cuddle all the time, which is fine for awhile, but I’m a lab and I have energy and I need to run and bounce and play and sniff and bark and sneeze… I suppose I can still bounce and sneeze but there’s nothing to bounce and sneeze about when all Mom does is sit there… And then a few days ago, Mommy slowly started walking again. We went to the coffee store! And we saw Skippy the man who drives Mommy places sometimes. So she seems to be doing all right, albeit a lot slower than she was before this. And today, I’m told that we are going to see Grandma and Grandpa and I get treats and I get to run again! Oh yeah, Mom’s mom took me to run a few times, and oh what fun I had with Mitsu. We just ran and ran and ran. We went to the cottage for Easter time! I saw Grandma! And that cranky big old man that lives there too. I used to like him… but then one day he got sick and started being weird so now I don’t talk to him anymore unless I have to. Mom says he’s drinking again, whatever that means. I drink everyday and nobody has a problem with that. Why shouldn’t he drink? I had some yummy cake off the floor when nobody was looking…. And then my tummy hurted all night. I am happy that Mom is working me again. It’s no fun sitting around and doing nothing. I’m going to play in the sun now. Tags: guide dogs
Current Location: running up the stairs
Current Mood: happy
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Dear writers of the hit tv series House M.D, WEhat the fuck are you people doing killing off Cutner like that? I’ve been thinking everything over, mulling it all around in my head, and unless I’m really stupid, there was no subtle hints or anything that would have made me even remotely suspicious that something was wrong with Cutner. So why people!!! Why did you kill him off like that? He was the only one on the new team that I liked! Ok, other than Forman, but he’s always been around so he doesn’t really count. But come on writers!!! Cutner was the best!!! 13 is just annoying and whiny, and Talb is just old and grumpy all the time it seems. Cutner was funny, and he understood House in my opinion better than any of the rest of them. It was really really amazing to see how House reacted to the news though. I think he’s genuinely sad and angry at himself for not recognizing that there had been a problem with Cutner in the first place. He wouldn’t admit it, but I really honestly think that the man has feelings even though he doesn’t want to show them. I’m so disappointed. I spent most of the episode crying. You’ve been doing a lot of stuff this season that has made me want to stop watching House altogether, but I’ve stuck by it, because I’m fucking addicted now. But seriously, you put Foreman and 13 together? But House couldn’t find happiness with Cuddy? And now youve killed off Cutner? What are you ass holes doing? Stop ruining the only show that I watch religiously please, for my own sanity. Not like any of you will ever read this journal, but I am outraged at you and your stupidity. How dare you do this to me! With utmost respect mixed with utmost anger, Barbara E MacDougall Tags: house
Current Music: Wide Mouth Mason - My old self
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This is going to be a sappy post. You’ve been warned. The year was 2003 when I started talking to two people who would later become two of the most important people in my life. I was this crazy girl who was kind of on her own for the first time. I had moved to Brantford to attend W Ross MacDonald School for the blind. This was the first time I was really away from my parents, so I was a bit crazy, never doing homework, letting my grades slip and just being generally lazy, since, you know, I was away from home and Mom and Dad couldn’t tell me what to do. My room mate at the time somehow got talking to me one night and told me about these friends she had named Steve and Carin who I should really meet sometime. I knew Steve’s younger brother, since he was a few years behind me at school, and I thought he was pretty cool. She talked a lot about Steve and Carin. She was in University of Guelph at the time, and he was doing a volunteer radio show. My room mate talked about them a lot and how funny and crazy they were. I remember the first phone conversation I ever had with them was with Carin when my room mate and I were at a friend’s apartment. My room mate called them and shoved the phone at me. I don’t remember how the conversation went; I just remember something about “Name that DB”. Long story that I probably shouldn’t get into here, but that’s not important. I remember thinking “Man, that was random and hilarious.” Then a few weeks later, I talked to Steve from the residence, and added him to MSN. He and I talked on the phone a lot for awhile, and one day he passed the phone to Carin and we ended up talking for probably four hours. The first of what would later be many many more of those ridiculously long conversations. It was right around Remembrance Day and I remember her talking about some horrible Voltaire book she was reading in her French class. These details aren’t really important, but whatever, I’m writing them down. So these guys had a new year’s party and invited me. For whatever stupid reason though, my parents said the roads were too icy and they didn’t want me going to this party. Thus, that night was the first new years that I would call just after midnight and wish them Happy New Years. I was really sad I couldn’t be there, because my room mate was there, and I wanted to see her and meet these infamous people who were only phone/msn friends at the time. Our time came too finally. It was Carin’s 25th birthday. I had to go to a winter camping thing with my outdoor education class, so my room mate and I were going to meet up when I got back from the trip and her dad would drive us to Steve and Carin’s apartment for the weekend. I remember calling Carin on the Sunday, because Steve had gone away for the previous weekend and asking how she was doing. I won’t get into the details, but that weekend wasn’t so great for either of them. Suffice it to say, our fires meeting was a slightly awkward one, but it was still, in my opinion, a lot of fun. That was the first time I ever drank and got drunk. That was the first time I ever learned about games for the blind. The first time I ever learned about the fun of going out to a restaurant in a taxi and being somewhat independent and not having to ask someone to drive me there. So as weird and emotional as that weekend was, I loved it. Oh, one more thing about that weekend. It was the first time that I ever read a Reader’s Digest and a Playboy. Also, singing Rollin’ and I drink Alone in ridiculous harmonies. No matter what I do, I seem to never be able to catch those on recording. Next time Steve, next time. The second time I went to visit them was in May. We were supposed to be performing Grease that week, but the school was about to go on strike, so things got moved around. That time we stayed for three days, and more awkward craziness ensued. First time drinking beer. First time attempting to make my all time favourite cake for my room mate’s birthday. Carin took my room mate out for ice cream and Steve and I set to the task of trying to bake this cake. Victory shots anyone? Or rotten milk? Rotten milk was my excuse for being a bit giddy when my room mate and Carin got back to the apartment and I had drunk a wee bit too much Kahlua. Right… cuz they’d actually fall for that bullshit. Remember, it was like my second time being drunk so whatever. The cake was a marginal success I think. I liked it anyway. Carin first came to visit me and my family that summer. Actually, I saw her twice within about two weeks of each other. The first time Mom and Grandma took us to see Mama Mia in Toronto, and the second time she came to my Dad’s house. We were bad, and she brought me lots and lots of junk food since I was on the Atkins diet and couldn’t eat carbs, we had to smuggle them. I have seen them many times since, and there have been so many ridiculous and crazy times had. My first new year’s party with them in new years of 04-05 was interesting to say the least. We learned just what happens when Barb has a little too much to drink and what kind of strength she really has, and Steve’s undying patience with her while she’s being silly. These two have been together forever, with a bit of a break in the middle. I’m so glad that everything’s working out for them now, because clearly they’re perfect for each other. They have stuck by me through so much bullshit… I’m not always the easiest, most rational person to deal with, but through it all, these two have been there, helped me out, and given me sometimes subtle, sometimes no so subtle ass kickings, just trying to help me and keep me in line, and I think they’re doing a pretty amazing job. Carin went to guide dog school to get Trixie in March, and I went the end of May. I’ll never forget the time her first guide dog came to my house and decided dryer sheets were tasty. Those were good times. God, so many stupid inside jokes, from “I’m going to get on a bus that will take me away” to “phones are gay”, and “They’ve got sentence peeds in ‘em… and they run… like bugs…” Sadly, I don’t think I could explain that if I tried, but thinking about all of this makes me giggle every single time. So, Carin’s 30 now, and it’s been five years that this crazy friendship has lasted. Here’s to two of the best friends a girl could ever ask for, and here’s to a lot more good times with these friends. I am going to see them next Thursday, and fuck I can’t wait. We’ve had some Jose Cuervo sitting at their place waiting for us since I bought it last year. I made them promise not to drink it till they next saw me. Hopefully my dog won’t be a shit face and pee on the floor again so she won’t have to be restricted the whole weekend, bad girl. I love these two very much, and I hope this friendship lasts a really long time and I don’t drive them too nuts. They’re keepers I think. They are pretty special people, and I’m really lucky to have them in my life. There, the sappy crap is over. Now back k to your regularly scheduled randomness that is me. Tags: friends!
Current Location: The desk
Current Mood:  nostalgic
Current Music: Elten John High Flying Bird
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