being left-cheeked finally pays off...

i have an update on my story about my left-cheeked-ness...you know, how i have holes in two pairs of my pants in the very same spot?

well, the dress pants that ripped were barely a year old. i purchased them at club monaco, so i went back to replace the pair that had ripped. i bought the new pair and didn't even think about asking for a store credit even though the pants are quite expensive. when i went back to get them hemmed, i remembered to tell the salesperson my embarassing story and asked if she could do anything for me. she said she couldn't promise anything, but to bring them in to show her.

so i did today. and the nice lady gave me a full store credit because i still had my receipt. yay! this is why i love club monaco. and this is why i never throw away receipts.

woe is me

the oilers traded ryan smyth today. i'm so so so sad. i think i would prefer that they trade joffrey lupul over smyth. ryan was the blood and guts of the team, not very flashy and kind of a funny skater, but he got the job done. who else is going to create traffic in front of the net and tip shots in and piss off the goalies?! who else?! no one. sadness.

yesterday, i was complaining about tim horton's watery hot chocolate. today, the oilers are torn apart. i hope tomorrow is a better day.

rrrroll up the rrrrim to...be disappointed?

roll up the rim at tim horton's has begun again. i don't particularly like tim horton's coffee - i much prefer starbucks. and tim horton's often disappoints me through their service (or lack thereof) and/or the absence of hot chocolate powder in their hot chocolate machine, making my half coffee-half hot chocolate watery...and leaving me empty inside.

but roll up the rim means i may win a donut. or a flat screen tv. neither of which i actually need, since donuts are unhealthy and we already have a flat screen tv. but still. i have to try. even if it means drinking coffee that i don't like for a month or two. just like i have to try to win breakfast in barbados or becoming a member of the 680 news insider club to possibly win lack-lustre prizes. i just can't help it. for this, my loving husband calls me a mini-idiot. i'm not sure if he means mini in terms of my physique or if he just thinks i'm just kind of an idiot. nice.

a poor attempt at people who look like people, part v

last night, i went out with a bunch of friends from high school. we went to the madison, where we coincidentally ran into 3 other people from mitchell. small world.

one of my childhood friends had a haircut that made him strongly resemble nelson, from the simpsons. i'm SO upset i didn't bring my camera! he would have been a perfect candidate for people who look like people. the most upsetting thing is that everytime i see this friend, he never looks the same. i guess this means that you'll just have to take my word for it. "HA HA!"

grumble grumble

my pet peeve about grey's is when the writer's blog turns into an acceptance speech that could be heard at an awards ceremony.

i guess my gripe is technically not about grey's, the show. but it still bugs me. why bother writing anything at all if you're just going to blather on about the people you work with? i am not that obsessed about this tv show to care. and that's saying something.

re: some kind of miracle

i knew it! she lives! yay.

i wish dylan - so hot - would have played a bigger role in meredith's fight. i guess it makes more sense that denny do it since everyone loves denny (except me, he was only so-so to me) and he had more contact with meredith. and dylan's kind of an ass. kyle chandler seems to play gruff, cranky characters, which is part of his charm. *makes googly eyes at dylan*

the whole afterlife set-up was a bit much. it was good, and made logical sense (rather than having meredith die and come back with no real reason why. of course we knew the writers wouldn't do that to us), but it was like the superfluous suspense from the previous episode. it dragged on a little too long, you know?

so sad at the end when addison realized that derek never loved her like he loves meredith. and addison is SO sleeping with alex in a future episode. but i really hope she doesn't. i hope her and mcsteamy work out - at least her broken marriage wouldn't be for nothing.

cristina's development was interesting. and her trip to the dollar store was hilarious! it is amazing what you can buy for a dollar. for those who care, i think dollarama is the best dollar store of them all. i'm glad cristina was there for meredith at the end, although i did find her man voice "TRY. AGAIN." was inappropriately funny.

i really liked the closure with mer's mother. now meredith can move on. richard can move on. we can all move on!

abominable miko, the good samaritan

this morning, i was supposed to accompany a student at the kiwanis festival at yonge and st. clair. i decided to take the ttc in to avoid rush hour and parking dilemmas.

i had to be there at 9am, so i woke up at 6:45am. i don't usually have to be up at a certain time; if i sleep in, it's just a nice start to my day and doesn't result in chaotic panic since i don't usually start work until noon. so i was paranoid i was going to sleep in or miss the alarm. i woke up every hour starting at 1:30am. at least i didn't sleep in or miss the alarm.

i got ready and was out the door by 7:30am. i didn't have to be at yonge and st. clair until 9am, so i had given my plenty of time, which i tend to do.

i got to the subway station and found a plethora of parking spaces since it was still pretty early. i got my credit card to pay for a ticket for the lot i was in. the machine wouldn't take it and kept telling me the transaction was finished when there was clearly no transacting happening. there was a woman also wanting to get a ticket, so she offered to use her credit card. the machine promptly ate her credit card. she started to panic (she actually stamped her foot, it was cute since she was probably 45 years old) and saying things like "oh shoot!" and "darn! WHAT am i going to do?" - when i type it now, it doesn't seem like she was very upset but she was visibly agitated. she explained to me that she had an important appointment at the hospital downtown, hence her angst. i told her to call her credit card company and cancel the card, and that i would go to another machine to buy both of us parking passes. she didn't even really hear me because she was still panicking. after 3 credit cards at the other machine (and praying that the machine wouldn't abduct my cards), i finally got the tickets needed. i brought the panicking lady her parking pass and she thanked me profusely, wanting my phone number so she could arrange to pay me back. i told her not to worry about it. it's nice to receive random acts of kindness from strangers.

did i mention it was snowing huge fluffy snowflakes? the whole process took at least 20 minutes, so by the time it was done, my jacket and head both were covered with a thick layer of snow. my hair was actually soaking wet as i got on the subway and people were staring at me. i was trying discreetly to comb through my hair with my fingers while pulling out chunks of ice and snow.

i ended up making it with 5 minutes to spare (did i MENTION that i gave myself 1 hour and 30 minutes to get somewhere that should only take 30 minutes?!) only to find out that the student i was accompanying was not there yet. she ended up being almost an hour late and barely made it in time to compete.

the moral of the story? no matter what the credit counsellors say, it's a good idea to have 3 credit cards. oh, and it's normal and recommended to give yourself triple the time that you think you need to get somewhere.

ugly comrie

i hate mike comrie. not only did he request to be traded from the the best hockey team ever, but he scored the winning shoot-out goal in the oiler vs. sens game tonight.

he was my favourite oiler. he was hot. now, he stinks. and ugly...kinda...okay, not really. but he's ugly on the inside, which is what really matters.

R.I.P. big brown

the keyless entry to my car doesn't work anymore. it's sad how much i have come to rely on the buttons to lock and unlock my car. i actually have to put the key in the keyhole and turn it to restrict and gain access to my car! sometimes i forget to lock it because i just press the button and walk away.

i remember the days that i drove a brown pick-up truck to school. big brown didn't have keyless entry and i did just fine back then. oh, how times have changed...

a hair-raising sunday

my cat, scout had a fecal malfunction today.

she went poo in her litterbox but had a piece that was stuck in her, erm, butt. first i tried just picking it off, thinking it needed some encouragement. it wouldn't come out and scout was wailing in agony while i was doing this. so i decided to leave it and maybe it would come off on its own. then scout kept licking her bottom to try to dislodge the poo, which was both digusting and ineffective. her bum was starting to get swollen and gross(er) looking, so we decided to see a vet.

we had some issues with our previous cat, so we're well aware of the ridiculous costs of going to the emergency clinic. i was able to find a regular vet that was open on sunday, and very close to us. yay!

the appointment wasn't for an hour and a half, so i had to distract her from licking herself. everytime, she swung her leg above her head to lick, i would throw her favourite toy, a fleece ball with pieces of crinkly plastic woven in and she would chase it. this amazingly worked for the entire hour and a half wait. cats are so funny, how they are enthralled by the simplest things, and for mass amounts of time.

the vet saw her and said that it could be a string that she ate, and it was good that we didn't pull it out because it could have damaged her intestines. they clipped off the piece of poo and gave her an enema so she can safely pass whatever it is she ingested. we were in the waiting area, and heard these horrid sounds coming from one of the rooms...it sounded like a dog had been possessed by the devil. the sound was coming from our little angel - she clearly didn't enjoy having fluid injected up her butt, strangely enough. the vet came out to say she will be fine and that they are just struggling with getting her back into her carrier so we could take her home. he went back into the room, and as he opened the door, we saw three employees gingerly poking her with a swiffer to try to guide her into her carrier. we were told later that not only was she hissing, but she was also lunging at them, trying to attack, which they had never seen before. that's my girl!

she's home now, and doing fine. oh, and the incriminating thing that she ate? my hair. apparently she ate a bunch of it and it all balled up in her intestines.

oops?