Bits of obits

Two people I thought were already dead, died today. The poet Adrienne Rich and Earl Scruggs. I wonder if these two had anything else in common.

RIP.

Mad Men is de retour

I don't want to spoil too much for those who are still watching Season 3. (Hurry up, already!)

So for those who watched it, here are my not so cryptic comments:

I hate that song.
Pete’s plaid jacket at the party. Awesomeness.
Why is it as soon as Sally appears on screen, I feel dread.
We need more of Apollo the plumber.
Lane, stay away from Dolores!
There's my baby!

Following in HIS footsteps

Today I set foot in Smoothie's Mom's antique store. The store was closed, but Smooths had the keys so he let us in for a brief tour. He was nervous about it, thinking that the neighbours might see and report back to his mom that they had seen him go in the store on Sunday with an old lady. Whatever. If you don't want to get caught, don't do the crime.

Anyways, the point of this posting is that Himself, Alec Baldwin, had been in this store on two occasions and purchased antiques from Mother Smoothie. From me to Smoothie to Mom to Alec. Is that 3 or 4 degrees of separation? Which puts JAW Fan at either 4 or 5 degrees from...heaven.

Any news?

This has been a quiet week so far for me. Does anyone have any news to report?
In the meantime, here is a picture of Miz Hitler looking lovely and relaxed on a sunny afternoon a couple of days ago.

Weird weather

I'm sorry but March 18 is not T-shirt time, or at least, it should not be. But it was +22 degrees today so Nanuk was out taking her walk around NDG in a T-shirt. I could feel the heat of the sun through my clothes. It was very odd.

Lots of kids playing basketball, street hockey, even badminton. All of them in shorts and T-shirts.

I love the heat, but I don't like what it symbolizes. This can't be winter in Canada. It's very conflicting to be lovin' it and fearin' it at the same time. Happy St. Patrick's Day of Doom!

And the crazy Poles are eating supper outside for the first time this year. Of course they are. As predictable as the running sap, these two.

Crazy Polish News

My CPN lived up to his bad reputation on the street last week.

My other neighbour, Georgette "the spy", told me that (follow me now):

1. My across-the-street neighbour Louise had parked her car on the street overnight one night last week.
2. Next morning, CPN pulled out of his driveway and hit Louise's car, denting it and scratching the paint.
3. CPN then drove off to work without telling Louise.
4. Georgette the spy was outside feeding the birds and witnessed all, so she prompty told Louise.

How big an asshole do you have to be to damage your neighbour's car and speed off like nothing happened? I know this kind of thing is done to strangers' cars all the time, but really? To do this to a neighbour? It appears his insurance is paying, but I sure hope Louise gave him shit when she told him she knew he had done it. Such an asshole.

Someone mentioned that the better solution would have been to have called the cops and have him arrested for a hit-and-run. Too bad Louise didn't do that. I would've been in heaven to see the police at the CPN's door. Such an asshole.

Men!

I've switched my internet male box habits, and recently went over to the biggest dating website in the world, Plenty of Youknowwhat.

About 10 days ago, I met a guy for coffee. He works at a bank and seemed very nice. He reminded me quite a bit of Kumar, the immortal. We agreed to meet again. Last Wednesday, we went out of supper. Chinese food. It was good and an enjoyable date, so we agreed to meet again today for breakfast. At 10:30, which is almost two hours ago. No word from Bank Boy. Now he is really reminding me of Kumar, and not in a good way.

Being a modern girl, I texted him. Twice. And no response. Who gets stood up on a 3rd date? A first date? Sure, that happens all the time, particularly in Internet Dating World. But being AWOL for a 3rd date is really odd.

So no outside breakfast for me. I just made myself a lovely omelet with mushrooms and feta cheese. It was excellent. Best breakfast ever! Too bad for Bank Boy.

I guess I could make olive bread now. HA!

UPDATE: This blog has magical powers. I have now received 2 texts in 3 minutes, apologizing. His alarm didn't go off and he slept in too late. He is offering to bring over St. Viateur bagels to make it up to me. (I'm guessing Ms. Mushrooms is now thinking he is the Ideal Man.) I'm going to take a pass for today.

FF weekend update

So I cancelled the Sunday plans. I'm too irritated.

When I told FF I was annoyed at being criticized, he replied that he wasn't criticizing me, he was criticizing "the situation".

Well, I'm glad that is cleared up! I still want to bash his head in.

The Return of Fancy Feast

FF is coming to spend the day on Sunday. It appears ribs and red wine will be on the menu, with some kind of apple dessert. He was planning the menu last night.

I told him I would make him an olive bread since he has been whining for one since he was in Calgary. I believe it is best to eat the olive bread fresh and warm out of the oven on Sunday, but he wants to take it home. So I said, well, then if you want some to take home, then don't eat too much of it on Sunday. His reply? Can't you make me a second one to take home?

Oh Fancy Feast, how I have missed your pushy arrogance.

Update: When I told him not to get pushy about a 2nd loaf. This is the answer I get.
QUOTE: Wanting a loaf of bread is greedy?? Seriously, you're on a mission to make sure I don't take olive bread home. I don't get it! Proper etiquette wouldn't have you sending me home with a piece of an olive bread loaf. I should be taking a full loaf home... UNQUOTE

I didn't think it possible, but it appears he's become even more insane. I love it.

Junior B-Day

I suspect the Anonymi Family are away on March break, but we must note that it is Jr. Anonymous the First's birthday today.

Happy birthday to you! One year until teen-dom....

The time has come...

Since the very beginnings of this blog, I have been patiently waiting for my boss's retirement in order to apply for her job. Well, today I started filling in my application. There's so much I don't like about the job, but after all these years of griping and moaning I need to do it now.

In shoddy news, the job was advertised last Friday but the notice was so mangled, it had to be withdrawn from our website after 12 hours and reposted. It was a mess, with many requirements that had NOTHING to do with the work. HR strikes again! Whatta zoo.

In the face of all this, I'll just keep thinking about the $$$.