Some McGill business student won an olympic gold medal! Random!
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Was that the skier? They did say she was from Montreal, but I didn't hear the McGill bit.
don't you have a shiny tank top type thing that would work?
Nope. And the top I'm wearing with the broomstick skirt doesn't match the delicacy of the ragged skirt.
Napped, head feels a bit more manageable, and am heading off. Wish me fortitude.
Have fun, ita!!
But she's all "Oh, I had to go on a call at the firehouse, so I'm running late...". She's a motorcycle-riding firefighter/EMT and beekeeper. It's an interesting combo. Sadly, doesn't quite work for me, I think.
Huh. I guess that's a good reason, but after a half hour? Reschedule.
yep, Brenda. Heil is a student at McGill.
You know, I'm gone for a day having RL things to deal with, and my only comment? Jesse L. Martin is, indeed, the burning hotness, and I'd so see that biopic despite generally avoiding them.
Hey, Erika, did you know that Munch was on Arrested Development last night? (Seriously. It was RM, there was a scrapbook class sting. He was Professor Munch.)
And I'm moving this from VMars, because it's really not VMars related...
(2) I *am* from Cincinnati, after all, and we're pretty jaded when it comes to ballplayers and gambling....
Steph did you watch Arrested Development? Because they used a picture of Pete Rose sliding head first into a base to indicate certain intimate acts, and now I want to call that act a Pete Rose. But it's no fun unless I have company.
My experimental white chocolate raspberry cake is a failure.
I blame the nestle white chocolate. The icing is pretty good, and it's pretty because of heart shaped bundt pan and pink raspberry icing with fresh raspberries all around.
But the cake itself is total butt.
Next time I'll do dark chocolate. Much better I think.
She's a motorcycle-riding firefighter/EMT and beekeeper. It's an interesting combo. Sadly, doesn't quite work for me, I think.
Yeah, one thing about firefighters/paramedics (my best friend is one) is that anything job-related that interferes with socializing really IS more important than whatever you were going to do. Thus, no satisfaction of guilting them about flaking out on you.
For the second night in a row, I've fallen asleep unexpectedly in the evening and napped through dinner. It seems lisinopril has replaced the Insomnia Fairy with a tiny elfin version of my mother who thinks I need to get more sleep and lose weight.
Skipping lots and poking head to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is KristinT's birthday. Happy birthday, Kristin! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
Can't sleep. Apartment building a block away is burning. Street is full of emergency vehicles.
Since all the sirens were keeping me awake I figured I'd go see what was happening. Seeing the fire is one thing. Fire is fascinating to watch. But seeing the people gathered across the street in their jammies and coats holding their pets is just heartbreaking. Makes me wish I had a spare room to offer a complete stranger. It was probably a full hour after the sirens woke me up that the warming bus finally showed up.