which way to the little girl's room?

i have issues with the signage (or lack thereof) on bathroom doors.

i find that in bars or pubs, the signage is so ambigious that you're not really sure which gendered bathroom you're entering until you're close enough to see if there are urinal cakes. trial and error is generally not a good thing when it comes to deciding which bathroom door to select, since you only have two options. sometimes it's just an abstract picture of what's supposed to be a man or a woman on it to tell you which is which. plus, this is even more difficult to decipher in a bar or pub since you've usually consumed some kind of alcohol beverage. or four.

whatever happened to the standard signs for the men's bathroom and women's bathroom?

although i'm a fan of cryptograms, i am definitely not when my clean pants are at stake...

the departed

my hairdresser keeps leaving his place of work with no warning. it's rather annoying. the last time this happened, i went without a haircut for 7 months. we have tracked him down faster this time...but he's in thornhill. that's way over THERE! so far away. maybe i need a new hairdresser. the only thing stopping me is that the last time i tried a new hairdresser, i ended up with asymmetrical hair. asymmetrical hair that took over a year to grow out. don't get me wrong...asymmetrical hair is not a bad thing. accidental asymmetrical hair is a totally different story.

people who look like people, part v

this installment is dedicated to the blue jays and their disappointing start to spring training 2007.

michael richards (on the right), from seinfeld:



j.p. ricciardi, general manager of the toronto blue jays:



and another one. michael:


j.p.:



it's a bit of a stretch, as always. michael's eyes are beady and shifty, while j.p.'s eyes are a little too deer-in-headlights. otherwise the features are there! i tried to find a picture of michael with sunglasses, since there are many with j.p. wearing shades...to no avail. go blue jays!

i just wanted a BLT and a chance to roll up the rim...

there was a quasi food court building across from our hotel. we went there on friday night because we had eaten an early dinner and got hungry late that night. the only thing that was open for walk-up service was tim horton's. we were contemplating getting that, when the oh-so-helpful (my typing is supposed to be dripping with sarcasm) guy working told us that tim horton's is a rip-off and we should really go to wendy's, which was open for drive-thru service. he even went so far as to ask us what we WOULD have ordered and calculated how much money it would be, and that we could get much more bang for our buck if we just went to wendy's. i would have preferred he just tell us he was too lazy to make a sandwich. i feel inclined to write a letter because although wendy's and tim horton's are owned by the same company, would they really appreciate this kind of lollygagging employee? i think not. where's my poison pen?

our weekend away

we went to niagara-on-the-lake (NOTL) this weekend. we got a good deal through one of my work friend's whose husband works in the hotel business. because i have flex-hours, i was able to work more during the week which made my friday very short - two hours, to be precise. so we left on friday directly from oakville. first, we took a detour to buffalo, where i scored a new zippie for $25 and cuuute flip flops for $10. kris bought two shirts, one $25 and one $7. buffalo is great.

we checked into our hotel, which we assumed would be closer to downtown NOTL, but was still nice. our room smelled a bit like feet, which leads me to believe that i have a complex about things smelling like feet (since i thought the movie theatre smelled like feet). i really don't like the smell of feet. i think it's because of the time i had a roommate whose feet stunk up all 3 floors of the house i was living in. blech.

on saturday, we slept a lot (i took two naps! two!!), ate a lot (three meals! three!!) and toured around NOTL. i bought my ceremonial maple candy and maple butter, which confirms that i really am japanese. we also went to the store that, a few years ago, told me to not touch the clothing. i touched the clothing on purpose while the saleswoman glowered at me. AND did you know there is a cow's ice cream store in NOTL?! COW'S! a.k.a. the best ice cream EVER. i was so happy, but none of the flavours appealed to me, mostly because they didn't have wowie-cowie. slightly disappointing. more exciting than disappointing though, since NOTL is so much closer than PEI.

scout is so happy to have us home since she was without people-contact for 3 days. she's hanging out with us more than usual, and whole time she's been purring like a kitten. ha!

grey's diagnosis

there is a quiz on the grey's anatomy website which, upon completion, tells you which grey's character you are most like. in light of the rerun tonight (second week in a row, i might add) and to tide myself over, i did the quiz. everytime i answered a question that would qualify me to be izzie, i cursed myself...like my worst quality being too emotional...but when all was said and done, i'm meredith. i don't know what that says about me. her friends call her dark and twisty. i don't think i'm either of those, although i do have dark hair. and i'm semi-flexible. hence twisty. but i'm definitely not scary and damaged!

now, my precious grey's fans...i know you won't be able to resist, if you haven't already done the quiz...who are YOU most like?

king of the furrow

seeing as grey's won't be new for a while, i thought i would dedicate one blog to prison break.

this episode was better than previous ones...with some suspense and what was up with (ex)president reynolds' relationship with her brother?!

the best part was when wentworth miller showed two new facial expressions: one of happpiness and one of disbelief/fear. neither of these faces involved the furrowing of the brow. i wonder if he recently had to surgery to de-wrinkle his brow, there's no other explanation for the expansion in his repertoire.

ps. for you city folk, my post title, "king of furrow" refers to the plowing match competition from back home appropriately named "queen of the furrow". once my piano teacher's husband wanted me to run for queen of the furrow. i declined. anyway, i thought my post title it was kind of clever...kind of a "shout-out" to my "peeps" back home, whilst poking fun at wentworth...what kind of name is wentworth anyway? why is this post so tangent-y? my cat's breath smells like cat food.

she's a lady

i've said it before and i'll say it again...she's definitely not very lady-like. she's not as fat as she looks here though.

the picture is a little foggy because i didn't realize there was a fingerprint on the lens (a product of last night's shenanigans).

playing catch-up

we spent the weekend catching up with loved ones that we don't see as often as we like.

we were supposed to start our marathon tour of southwestern ontario at my parent's house - but the weather proved to be a little fickle, so we will see them at a later date.

in the afternoon, we visited kenji and shelley (my brother and sister-in-law) and their quickly sprouting family. we were entertained by kai, who has learned how to run, but hasn't quite learned how to deal with his new-found velocity; his running was accompanied by a commentary - "whoa! whoa! whoa!" reiko showed off her artistic talent in her water painting. dvds were exchanged, along with an update on our lives.

on saturday evening, we went to london to visit jennifer and brendan (affectionately known as brennifer) to celebrate jen's birthday. it was a night of drunken debauchery, with crazy pictures to prove it! even though we had an apathetic waitress and there are apparently only 6 cabs that work the entire city of london, we had a great time. i did meet one of jen's friends who resembled dave from the tv show what about brian...i tried to take a picture so i could do another installment of people who look like people, but his pictures didn't look like dave as much as he looked like dave. disappointment. and our waitress looked like christina aguilera, but she was mean and purposely took a long time to do her job, so i didn't ask for her picture for fear of giving her the impression that we were happy with her service.

it was a good thing that we slept over because london was hit with a snow storm, which may explain the taxi shortage mentioned above. but things cleared up today and the weather was sunny as we drove home, tired but happy.

eau de movie theatre (to be said in a french accent)

today was a snow day. i like snow days because then i am home before 10pm. so how did we celebrate my temporary nighttime freedom? first it took me an hour to drive home at 2km/hour. literally. then we took a nap. then we went to see a movie in an empty movie theatre (the number 23 - don't see it). then we came home to not watch grey's since it's a rerun. instead, we watched the oilers lose. and to listen to the wind throw the barbeque around on the balcony.

does anyone else notice that movie theatres smell like feet? it's gross. or is it just the movie theatre that we frequent? or maybe it's just me. *smells feet* phew, i'm safe. at least, i am today.