CBC's Test The Nation

I am a freaking GENIUS!

I scored a Whopping 128. How about you? Take the test at CBC.ca/testthenation

Tough questions intertwined with Marshmallow Fluff

• The furnace is fixed... It was a broken fan belt. What a fuss over a small rubber hoop!

• I am about to pay off my student loan. It's kind of a scary thought. I mean, it's a good thing, but when it's paid off, and my diploma is still nowhere in sight... what was it all for? My Dad is wanting me to take the last five classes and finish what I started if only to get that piece of paper. I keep putting it off, partially because of the money (but Dad would pay for the tuition), and partially because I don't want to be an administrator... That leads to the question: What DO I want to be?

• I washed the floors today! Be proud of me. I haven't given the floors a complete cleaning (other than spot cleaning when a mess was made) in probably a year! GULP! I mean I moved EVERYTHING and mopped and scrubbed every square inch of flooring.

• Life seems to be getting harder, instead of easier. I am second guessing every move I make lately. Question: If you have to talk yourself into something, should you still do it?

• I have probably fifty candles in my home, and I want to light at least one of them, but I have no Matches!!! This is a big problem right now.

• I want a caesar salad right now. I would give my right arm for a Caesar Salad.

Not a good time to be doing this!!!

Saskatchewan, for some reason forgot to read the memo, and has ventured back into winter territory.

At this same time, our furnace quits. I woke up to a house temperature of 12 degrees. Freaking cold! I am wearing two pairs of socks and three shirts! Not even Paula Dean's Cooking was enough to warm me up this morning.

The furnace guy just showed up, but It's not fixed yet...

Vagina is not a dirty word!

In regards to this... and this... and John's Challenge:

I was chatting with my Vagina, and she was upset that I had not posted more about her. She thinks that I should talk about her, my Vagina, every day.

I told her, Isn't it enough that I know you are there? I mean, look at Paris Hilton's Vagina, or Britney Spears' Vagina. They get enough attention for the rest of the Vaginas in the world.

Vagina, Vagina, Vagina!

Use the word with pride! In fact, I think I will make an effort to say Vagina at least once a day. It is a clinical term. Vagina is not a dirty word!

I used the word ten times. How about you?

In a Manner of Speaking

(To hear this song, go to P.C.P. Productions / Captain Midnight's Myspace page)

In a Manner of speaking

I just want to say

That I could never forget the way

You told me everything

By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking

I don't understand

How love in silence becomes reprimand

But the way that I feel about you

Is beyond words

Oh give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me nothing

Ohohohoh give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking

Semantics won't do

In this life that we live we only make do

And the way that we feel

Might have to be sacrified

So in a manner of speaking

I just want to say

That just like you

I should find a way

To tell you everything

By saying nothing.

Oh give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me nothing

Ohohohoh give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me everything

Oh give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me nothing

Ohohohoh give me the words

Give me the words

That tell me everything

- Nouvelle Vague from the album Nouvelle Vague I

I just got back from the airport. My husband is on his way to Toronto for the rest of the week. He has started a new job, and he is going there for some training.

The ONLY good thing about getting up at 5:00am and going to the airport... Tim Hortons in the Terminal!

EDIT: So It was all rush, rush to get there and get him on the plane for 7am... but the darned thing was sitting there for an hour (passengers and baggage loaded) and an hour and a half after they got de-plained... The Husband didn't hit the skies until 11 am!

He did, however like the view as they flew into Pearson. Quote: "It was like there was city EVERYWHERE I looked!"

1:38AM

I have been in tv hibernation. I have watched approximately 1440 minutes of Grey's in four days, (that's two seasons minus the season finale) and decided to stop only when presented with the realization that I just cried out loud (correction, sobbed uncontrollably) at Izzie about to cut Denny's LVAD wire and her exclaiming to George that everything would be fine because Preston was on his way... (he's not, he's lying in front of the hospital with a bullet inside of him).

Two questions:

1) What is the cure for this behavior?
2) How did this show get so damn good?

I know that everyone on the planet is in love with it, but SERIOUSLY!

By the way... I asked my husband the other day, "where does the good go?", and he didn't understand the question. Does that constitute grounds for divorce?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY!