what makes me laugh

one day i was at work, a day a long time ago, it was late summer i believe. that's not the point though. while i was at work i heard my phone chime in my desk drawer, i used to not be able to tell if it was a email chime, tm chime, fbook alert chime (or any other chime) because of the muffle that is caused by the fact my phone is in a drawer. that problem has now long since been solved. that's also not the point, but in itself is a good point, it's really handy know the different chimes.

so, my phone chimed, i looked at it, it was from dennis. he doesn't email me all that often, so i thought it was something possibly important, i opened the message and all it says is "read from the bottom". so i scroll down, all the way to the bottom, when i got there i found a picture of what appeared to be a form of some kind. i started to read it, went up to the next, and then up to the next, i kept going until i caught myself reaching up to wipe away the tears that were forming from my laughter.

i was going through some pictures on my phone tonight when i came across those images in the email that i had saved. they put a smile on my face again, and i'm sure it will do the same to anyone else who reads them.

here's a few of my favorites

  

i don't know exactly where this came from, or where it originated, it was some kind of chain mail that has found it's way to den. basically i don't know where, or who to give the appropriate credit, but i would if i could. 

what i did

this past summer, i think it was august, dennis and i were outside taking out the trash or something, and standing right next to a "no scavenging" sign was this tall beauty, it just screamed "i'm so useful". i looked at it, and thought you know what coat rack, you are so useful! you belong in my house. so i picked up that coat rack taller then myself, carried it triumphantly up three flights of stairs, down two very long hallways, and it was mine.

this was what it looked like fresh off the street...

street coat rack wasn't my favorite look, so i decided it needed a bit of a revamping.

and so this is what i did...

i took off all the hooks, and sanded all the dark stain off as much as i could.

it sat outside for a few months while i finished my cross stitch.

then i brought it inside, and apologized profusely for neglecting it.

once we made up i got back to work.

it took me a while to decide what i wanted to do colour wise, i cycled through a lot of ideas. but eventually i decided what i wanted.

on saturday i spray painted the hooks outside on the porch.

once it got too dark outside i brought them in to dry, and went upstairs to paint.

notice the plant pot? i used the soil to hold the screws upright so i could spray paint them. genius!

street curb, to a nice warm corner in our little home. not too bad.



next? moving all those bags onto the rack. 

it's here, and it may come

it's time to pull up your socks (or just put some on all together), put on boots that make it over your ankles, and actually zip up your jacket when you go outside, because winter has officially hit calgary. i will be the first to admit i didn't like seeing a pile of white snow on top of my car this morning, but how much can we complain really, it is after all the last day of november. we had a good run.

and now something way more exciting, that with your support may become a reality.

so my company, well not my company, but you know what i mean. anyway the company that i work for has extensive connections to all different areas of the business market, let me try to esplain it to you. harvard property management (who i work for) is owned by a family owned and operated company call the hill companies, they (the hills) own different business such as harvard developments (who prop. man. work closely with for obvious reasons), harvard energy, harvard investments, blah blah blah and harvard broadcasting. you have heard of x92.9 right? of course you have, well we own that. i totally feel awesome when i say we own that, kind of like it is my company. holy cow, ok , anyway.... well harvard is petitioning to get a new radio station in calgary called my 95.3, it will be a adult contemporary station, featuring artists that you may find on stations like 95.5, but not as much pop music. basically giving more of a variety to what is on our radio stations. i don't know about you but it drives me nuts what i change the station to get away from an annoying song, but hear it on three others at the exact. same. time.

this station is still in the beginning stages, and any help offered would be great! you can go to the website by clicking here and submitting an application of support.

(sorry if there are many spelling mistake, i'm at work, and it's time to go home!)
(aka, i was in a rush)

done, and done.

i have been working on this little cross stitching project of mine for a while now. when i say little i actually mean very large, and a while is more like a really long time, im talking almost a year now. it has been comsuming almost all free the free time i have. i come home from work, cross stitch, saturday morning afternoon and evening, cross stitch. it was non stop people. but don't feel bad for me (feel bad for dennis if you must), because i am done! i working my little tail feather off last night to finish it up, i barely even talked to dennis, i feel bad now that i think about it, but it was for a good reason.

it was kind of strange, i finished my last stitch, looked at it with so much pride, and then thought to myself.... now what?

it didnt take me long to remember to pile of other projects that i am promised to get to. some even spanning almost a year ago too.

well here it is, the spoils of all my heard work. i'm sure my knuckles will be thanking me as well. seriously i no long wonder why people of an older generation suffer from joint pain in the fingular area.

bam.

warm fuzzies

now that we are back home from the warmth of mexico, it is time to start getting back to the reality of living in canada. and that reality is being cold. all. the. time. at least for me it is, dennis can wear a long sleeve shirt, throw on a hoodie and still complain he is too warm. ok maybe that was a stretch, but it seems like that sometimes.

another reality i had to come home to was work. now don't get me wrong i love my job and i wasn't dreading going back to it, i just wasn't quite ready to turn my brain back on. so when i am not catching up on a week's worth of emails i am wasting my time snooping around here.

i can spend hours day dreaming up different outfits, and just falling in love with things that when i am honest with myself, i admit i will never actually wear them.

here are a few pieces that make my heart warm, when every other ligament in numb.

  

    

 

all of these pictures are from the  ModCloth website, go check it out.

so scurrrrrred

what scurs you?
this past hollows holiday we all had the opportunity to stop and think about the things in this world that scare us, embrace them, and even face those deep fears by dressing up as them. it's a stick it to the man kind of thing. maybe?

last weekend we were invited to a mystery dinner party, we all got characters to learn and take on as our own identity for the evening. dennis was Manny something, a disco singer extraordinaire. me? I was Polly Esther Stuffincup. who is that you ask? well since your wondering, she is a slut. the whore of Babylon even, her costume suggestion was "a skirt that is way too short, and a low cut tight shirt".....ya that sounds like something i could whip up, no problem. she is only 19 years old so i hope that is why they chose to give me the part, and not for anyother reason.....

thankfully, the party was cancelled. i was having a dreadful time trying to come up with a outfit to properly portray miss polly.

the next night, we made our way down to my parents house for a party my little (younger maybe more appropriate) sister was hosting. she totally decked out the place, it looked aaaaaawesome.

here are some snappy snaps i took.

oh, dennis and i decided to go a bronx people, since he was familiar with the dress code, and brought home some fitting pieces from his mission.

i decided to go with a pregger belly, because well... it seemed fitting. apparently it looked pretty real, i even stumped my own mother for a moment.

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 but that's not scary you're saying to your self, and yes i agree with you. but you know what it scary?

packing.

packing is scarey. atleast it is if you are me, or in any proximity to me while the packing is taking place, it's like your worst hair day on crack.

                                                             to me, this is a daunting sight. 

                                                             it can stop me dead in my tracks.

                                                             and paralyze me for hours.

     

this is the current state that it is in

maybe tomorrow it will be better