Sure Dont Feel Like Spring....

Ooo, I feel so bad. I ran into someone recently. I think I was rather snotty. (I don't like people to think of me as a snob....unless I really want them to. lol :p ) Not a big deal, but this person was nice to me...a little over the top nice, but still nice. I have a strong suspicion that she is doing drugs-just had that look about her. Have you ever felt sorry for someone? She could be ok, but......sigh. I feel sorry for her. Why do I always pity people? Happened before. too bad that girl turned into a stalking psychopath. And to be truthful
-I think she fell in love with me. EW EW EW EW EW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough of that! How 'bout this??

Oooo, weigh in day, weigh in day, weigh in day, weigh in day!!!
Here we go: Grand Total down is.....(drum roll, please....) OH, FOR FOX CREEK!!!! Is basic math that hard????? I had 9.6 pounds to go. I lost 2.8 this week. So, in theory, I should have 6.8 pounds to go, right? Noooooo. Somewhere along the lines, one of the WW ladies messed up her math by 1.4 pounds. So, as of right now, I have 8 pounds to go. I guess I have 3 or 4 more weeks until goal. Not that big of a deal. Wait-YES IT IS!!!! I was soooo close to losing 100 in a year. Durr.


I am so not looking forward to Easter. Last year was great! I hadn't started Weight Watchers yet. I pigged out. And it was sooooo yummy. Compliments to the Chef. Who is also stunning. this year more then last....lol. Wasn't Easter at my house? Wasn't I the Chef? WOOT!
Cooking Turkey this year-with all the fixings. "yay". Forgive my lack of enthusiasm.....Dinner is on Friday--weigh in Saturday. Poo. So, i have developed a Master Plan!!!! I will hardly eat on Friday. Save the points. Eat light yadi-yadi-yada. And make myself a plate for Saturday, when I get home from my meeting. It always tastes better the next day....right?

Oh, and for those keeping track: Things are happening, things are moving! Big Changes to come!

T-Minus 9.....

Down to single digits!!!! Sweeeeeet! I remember when I was excited to HIT double digits on the losing side. "whew, down 10 pounds" Now it's counting down. 9. something to go. Gonna crack down on myself....I started my journey in halfway thru April of 2006. In theory I have 3 weeks to lose that pesky 9. something pounds. Can it be done? Only time will tell.....

Happy Birthday to my Baby!!! Baby? What baby? My over the hill hubby is more like it. I love to tease him about his age.....unfortunately, he doesn't look 31. Although, I did find something grey on him. Too bad he named it after me.....

Speaking of my Hubby....he's a ROCKSTAR!!!! Thanks to all the girls-and Chris, Roger and Matthew-who came to see Her Alibi rock the stage Saturday night! What an amazing show! Nothing like starting the night off with a good ol' bar fight-was I the only one excited by this?? Cindy dazzled us all with her stage presence. James had some kick ass pants on--Truly with an amazing hem line. Looking good on stage, as always, baby! Thanks for laughing at me--at least I do like the music.
Next show is April 21st, 2007. Same time, same place. http://www.heralibi.ca/
Check out the site, download the tunes, and come out to the next show. The band always loves to see new faces in the crowd (hey, I know it-I'm a groupie/roadie) and even more, they love to see the old faces! Inside reports say that the show and effects will be the best you have ever seen....

Is it Possible to have a Love/Hate Realtionship?

I love you, I love you not.....
As most people would agree with me....the best day of the week is Friday...2 min before you are off work. The anticipation leaves you breathless. Now that Spring has Sprung, and I have balanced my Egg on it's end, I know the snow will melt, and my sandals will emerge from hiding. No, wait, they already did! There is nothing like leaving work on Friday. The air seems fresher, people are happier, and traffic moves well. **GASP** Lurking, there, in the shadows.....comes the enemy. The only thing to make the weekend less of a good time. Do you see it? It's square, white, and always on the floor. My nemesis.....the SCALE! Ahhhh. Yes, it's weigh in day in 2 days. Did I lose 10 pounds in a week? HA! I can only wish. I spend Friday torturing myself. The Muffin Man (yes, I know the Muffin Man. He lives on Drury Lane) bring in FRESH, wonderful smelling Muffins and Cinnamon buns. Fresh and warm. 9am every Friday. And they sit beside me until they sell out. Now, I do push them on people, and try to sell them before all my will power gives out. Most of the time. Sometimes, i just give in--eat the forsaken Blueberry Muffin. After I finish the muffin, (and lick up every crumb in site) I spend the rest of my day feeling guilty guilty guilty! The cursed thing was 5 bloody points-and I wasn't even hungry. I already eat EXTREMELY light on Fridays, worrying about the next morning, and how will I fare? Usually, it's good....get up, shower, shave (must rid body of extra hair, could possibly have extra weight on leg hair) and brush my pearly whites--DON'T SWALLOW ANY TOOTHPASTE!! Is it pathetic? Like a small amount of toothpaste foamies could make me gain weight....mind over matter mind over matter mind over matter! The stress has ended when I step up on the scale, say a quick prayer, open my eyes and will the scale numbers to drop. MY WEEKEND HAS STARTED!!!!!!!!!!!
It started Friday, at 459pm....I don't feel it until I weigh in.....
I love the Weekend, I hate the Weekend....
Stay tuned, the weight update is coming soon. Cross you fingers for me, please!
~~AH ;)

Sign me sign me sign me!

Hey Hey hey!
10 POUNDS TO GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **dance dance dance***
OOO, Just over 11 months of WW, and I have 10 pounds to goal! I look back at the past year...and shudder! I feel so great, and have tons of energy. Well, not first thing in the am. It sounds conceited, but I LOVE when I run into people that I havent seen in ages...people that saw me last when I was fat. What a shocker. :)
In reality...I still think I'm fat. I guess it is a mind over matter thing.

Anyway, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (!!!!!!!!!!) leave any comments you may have about my blog. At least I will know if you have read it! I dont care if you are someone I havent spoken to in ages, someone I talk to everyday, purple, orange, 2 headed, or crazy! lol. I will welcome ALL comments, and leave them up....please leave comments that are rated for all ages....
~~Cheers
Andrea

I usually detest Monday mornings......Except yesterday! Came into work in a bit of a sad mood, knowing James was going to be leaving for Kelowna at some point during the day. Also, being Monday, I was a tad bit on the cranky side. Then, out of the blue, one of the ladies at work comes up to me, and tells me how skinny I looked! Well, YAY! And it kept happening......!! I see these people everyday, and suddenly they are all noticing! Huzzah! Unfortunately, I ate enough Chinese Food last night to feed a small village. Did me 200 sit-ups last night to make up for that. Maybe one day I can get rid of my bellay!

Soooo, official Weight Loss as of Saturday March 10th, 2007. Drumroll, please......86 Pounds! Woohoo! I have 14 more to go until I real Goal! It has been almost a year, and what a year! Talking to Pam about it on Saturday...where we BOTH were at this time last year. Let's see.....James and I were still living with mom and dad, counting down the days until we got possession of our house. Breakfast was home made every Saturday and Sunday am. Now, Every second week, I was working on Sat am, so I missed the BAZILLION calorie bfast (although, made up for it while having the free lunch @ Petes). I digress.....Mom, Dad and I took turns making bfast (James became the dish pig) ALWAYS a whole pack of bacon, split 4 ways, about 6-7 pieces each, fried greasy eggs, toast with lots of margarine, and home-made hashbrowns. Sometimes we would switch it up and have Omelettes or Pancakes...but you get the idea. Super fatty, super horrible, and super YUMMY! And supper time wasn't much better. Sometimes we did have healthy food, but, my usual problem always comes out....I don't stop eating until all the food is gone.....

This is MY Story
My Name is Andrea, and I am an over-eater-aholic.....
Last March, Pam tried to convinced me to join Weight Watchers....yet, I had every excuse in the book to avoid it. I was moving, I worked every other Saturday (no time for meetings), the moon is made out of green cheese, I tried it before--didn't work.....blah blah blah!

Fast forward to April... James and I are now living in our new house. We are busy unpacking, and going on the odd shopping trip to buy new things for our home. Carefully buying new inexpensive trinkets and AVOIDING the evil nemesis--a Scale. Pam is hounding me to join Weight Watchers...I tell her the truth, that I couldn't afford it. Pam told me that she would pay for it....with the only rule: If I quit, have to pay her back double. Eep. Wonderful. I have no self control. Dammit, I for sure thought I would have to pay her back. Even my wonderful, supportive Hubby thought I would quit. I was 237 lbs when I first started. My idea of a good time was sitting down with a big-ass bag of Doritos and a large bag of Peanut Butter M&M's. (Well, it still is).

But, suckahs! You were all wrong! Thanks to all of you, I have 14 more pounds to lose!! I hope you all learned your lesson. No one thought I could do it, and I did!!!! Na-Na-Na boo boo! But guys? Thanks.....
Thanks Pam, (68 pounds down-Life Time member of Weight Watchers)
For your on-going support, your "fat" clothes (that I STRUGGLED to fit into, and finally became MY fat clothes), food recipe ideas, and being MY inspiration

Thanks James (my amazing husband!)
You have stood by my side when I started this journey, and you cheered me on the whole way. You also yelled at me lots! Nothing like having a huge fight in Safeway over the bag of chips that I wanted. I love the fact that you pick me up and throw me around.....hmm that doesn't sound very good, does it?

Thanks Mom, (Weight Watcher member...50 Pounds down, and counting)
For kicking my butt into gear by telling everyone you were going to pass me......That encouraged me to hop back on track

Thanks Dad (Weight Watcher follower, down 45 pounds)
For ALWAYS noticing that I am losing, for cheering us all on, and joining on the sly

Thanks Nik
For Always being excited at how much I have lost, and for all the support......


Check out MY inspiration.....
http://www.pamopolis.blogspot.com/

~~AH

The Goose isnt cooked

March 08
The Goose isn't cooked
Whew....kinda got far behind on blogging! My bad.
So did the whole weigh in on Saturday. Down 2.something pounds, and 16.something to go! Starting to wish I could quit. I am super close to being at my "healthy" weight. I should be between 120-150lbs. I could chose 150 as my goal weight, but I really REALLY want to say I lost 100lbs. Guh. And really, you never "quit" Weight Watchers. I will be doing this the rest of my skinny life. When I look down the road, I ask if I really want to do this.....and then I look at old pics of myself. Skinny and fat. Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels....
EXCEPT THE BURGERS AT BURGER BARON OUT IN TOFIELD, OR PETER'S DRIVE IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I got to babysit my little nephews over the weekend. I have never seen anyone eat so much. Tyler put away more food then I did on Saturday. About a billion helpings of Chow Mien noodles, not to mention the ones he stole from me, and the Hot Dogs (No bun)! Then he had a whole bunch of his chips....and yes, he barked for them...LOL!

Again on Monday when I babysat.....he had almost a full bowl of Minestrone Soup *drool*. He would have kept going on the soup, but he got into the McDonald's fries I brought for Dylan. He ate most of them. Dylan, being as sick as he was, managed 1 bite of chicken before he "recycled" everything onto himself and the kitchen chair. Poor kid. Spent the rest of the night with Dylan on one side of my lap, and Tyler on the other, both cuddled into me, watching Cars. Oh, they were so good. I want one of my own......

I got an email from Sandy a couple of days ago. She's up in Cold Lake visiting her parents. I haven't gotten an email from her in AGES! Maybe b/c I see her every week. Only so much you can talk about....lol. But she did complement my skilled humor and attempt at writing...lol. At least I'm entertaining. Like watching paint dry instead of Golf.

I went outside yesterday for lunch, and had me a joy-gasm! Oh, is it ever nice out. Not quite the +25 I am waiting for, but this will do. All the puddles! I love to splash! I have even broken in Sandal Season! That's right! I wore Sandals on Saturday. Call me Crazy, and Dirty Toes, but it felt great.

I saw the first two Geese of the Season on my way into work. On the Whitemud @ 17th Street. I have to sit in standstill traffic for about 10 min every morning, and I was gazing around trying to wake up, and there they were......

~~AH

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It's the WORST DAY EVER!!!!!!!

March 01
It's the WORST DAY EVER!!!!!!!
So, I'm sitting at my desk, and right before my 3pm break, I get a HUGE craving for chocolate. So, I decide to go against Weight Watchers, and get a chocolate bar out of the candy machine. 3pm comes, and I go to get my chocolate. Oh, yum yum! So excited! I put in my money, push the buttons, and slowly, my Malted Milk drops, like an angel falling from heaven. I get back to my desk, open this orgasm filled bar. I slowly unwrap the bar, savouring the crinkle sound it makes. As I lift the bar to my mouth, my mouth fills with saliva in anticipation. I open my mouth, wrap my lips around it and take my first bite.....***CRUNCH****! WTF???? A Malted Milk is supposed to be soft and chewy, not crunchy! It is so bloody stale, that I can scrape the nougat with my nail. I had been dreaming of a chocolate bar, and I get a rock hard bar of CRAP!!????!?!?!?? I need a hug
Thankfully, some of my generous co-workers had some yummy toffees and some Tootsie Rolls. I even got a little song and dance when the Tootsie Rolls were handed to me.....thanks LA.

Could this be the Weight Watchers God taking control of my life? Should I take the hint and never eat chocolate again? Or, should i tell the WW God to shove it up her ASS?????? Cruel Bitch.

I could honestly say that if a bridge loomed up in front of me right now, I would jump. I can't get over how bloody upset I am. Yes, it IS just a chocolate bar. But I have been on Weight Watchers for ten and a half months. Ten and a half months without-well, not without. Yes, i have had chocolate bars. The cadbury thins. They are Divine (just a skinny chocolate bar) but, right now, it's not enough. And about 2 months ago, i had a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Have to say, wasn't very good. Tasted like wax.

Ok, enough about chocolate.....I am going to be carried away to the funny farm soon. They're coming to take me away haha, they're coming to take me away ho-ho. To the Funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time. And I'll be happy to see those nice young men, in their clean white coats, They're coming to take me away!!


So, I was sitting at work earlier today, listening to my Ipod, and typing in the Data Base. Some good ol' MJ comes on. Im listening to the lyrics, and I come to the realization: MJ is a ba-aad man. i think he did do nasty gross things to little boys. Check out some of the lyrics to "Bad" ::Your butt is mine, gonna tell you right. Just show your face in broad daylight. I´m telling you on how I feel. Gonna hurt your mind don't shoot to kill. Come on come on lay it on me. All right... I'm giving you on count of three o show your stuff or let it be. I'm telling you just watch your mouth. know your game what you´re about. Well they say the sky's the limit and to me that's really true. But my friend you have seen nothin' just wait 'til I get through...Because I`m bad I'm bad come on.You know I'm bad I'm bad you know it.

Oh, hello! How bloody obvious is that?

And really, the song "Beat It". Jebus, why not just wear a shirt that says what you are????.
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it. No one wants to be defeated. Showin' how funky and strong is your fight. It doesn't matter who's wrong or right. Just beat it, beat it. Just beat it, beat it. Just beat it, beat it. Just beat it, beat it. They're out to get you, better leave while you can. Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man. You wanna stay alive, better do what you can. So beat it, just beat it. You have to show them that you're really not scared. You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare. They'll kick you, then they beat you. Then they'll tell you it's fair

In all honesty tho, I do like his music. Am i as crazy as MJ is? Oh, look! A bridge! AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
AH

Mindless nothing covering it all......

February 28
Mindless nothing covering it all......
Sooo, driving to work today, and listening to Cisn. Sean burke is going to go horse back riding for the first time. They're throwing the guy on a stallion. His comment: a Stallion riding a stallion....
I tried sooo hard to call in. If Sean is a Stallion when he rides one, what does that make him when he rides a Donkey?

Have you checked out the New York Islanders website yet? Ryan Smyth made the front page. Lucky bastards. Good ol Peter Pocklington has defended Kevin Low for what he did......

Edmonton fans have to quit moaning and groaning and understand reality," Pocklington said. "Acquiring those players and that pick for an unrestricted (31-year-old) free agent could launch the team's new future."
Just like the Gretzky trade did, he added.
"The Trade," as it's come to be known, brought the Oilers $15-million U.S. in cash, Jimmy Carson, Martin Gelinas, and the Kings' first-round draft picks for 1989, 1991 and 1993 - the last of which was Jason Arnott.

Hey, Puck just to refresh your memory, none of those guys play for Edmonton anymore. we made them who they are, and sent them on their way.....and they laughed all the way to the bank. if some one offered me 1 million dollars a year to do something that I love, i would jump on it in a heart beat. Someone should make these guys realize that it's not all about the money...it's about the love of the game. Hey, i sound like Jerry Maquire! Show ME the money. ~~Could i be more dorky?
I googled myself today! How exciting it was to actually find me! A while ago, I posted an entry on Jennifer Parks (Edmonton Sun columnist) blog-website-talky space. Wow. Thats what came up. I guess it could be worse. At least there are no nudie pics of me out there. Not like they would be #1 on a Google search. How scary! I hope that doesn't give you nightmares! Anyone else ever googled themselves? Indulging yourself like that is just what the doctor ordered!
Something I learned today. My left hand and wrist are WAY smaller then my right. I was coming back from the loo, wearing my bracelet on my left wrist, and is freaking flew off! So, move it over to the right. low and behold, it stays. One of life's little mysteries.
I have heard a bagillion times that Edmonton has the worst drivers in Canada......and I have always been offended by this.....Until i started REALLY paying attention to the other drivers.
#1-A signal light is there for a reason. The doo-hicky switch is RIGHT there
#2-Eating and talking on your phone is a smidgen dangerous. What hand is on the steering wheel? Never mind! Duh. You must be using your knees
#3-I remember thinking my mom had eyes in the back of her head when I was little. Other drivers must have that, too! (lucky bastards) I didn't see one person shoulder check on my way to work today. and 3 of them almost hit me.
I wonder how long Edmonton will keep up the farce of the "City of Champions"? what are we champions in? Murders? Bad drivers? police scandals? Bad bloggers?
ROTFLMAO
~~AH

I feel like Garfield

February 26
I feel like Garfield
I hate Mondays. I am a firm believer that people do not spend enough time with their families. Therefore, we just turn Monday in to the last day of the weekend. I'm sure most of you would agree.
My weigh-in didn't go as I planned. I still have weight to lose. Doh. I was hoping to get on the enemy (aka the scale) and find a miracle. sadly, no miracle. I still have 18.8 pounds to goal. I am getting so close, and it is driving me bonkers!! I wore a pair of jeans and a shirt to mom and dad's yesterday, that I haven't been able to fit into in about 7 years. How kick ass is that? Although, I did have some cute lil handles! Is it possible to give yourself liposuction? How great would that be?

Never underestimate the power of an Aunt. Ask my little nephew Dylan how old his mommy is. He'll tell you 28. Ask him how old he is. He'll tell you that he's "free". Ask him how old his Oma is.....Oma is a Dinosaur. And Opa is older then dirt. I wonder who taught him that. Dylan's Opa (my dad) tried to teach Dylan some new words, too. "Auntie only cost $5.95!" Smart kid. He never picked that one up. I told Pam that I need a peg leg, and I'll put Dylan on my shoulder. Remind me never to leave my children alone with mom and dad, or Pam. Their revenge would kill me. Ask Dylan "What's up dawg?" and his reply us "Nothin', what's up chicken?" And don't forget that we are all "wack" "word".

And it could be way worse. Dad taught Tyler to bark. Yes, my little 15 month old nephew barks. He fits right into the DeVries gene pool. He barks for food. He heard the distinct crinkle of his favorite bag of chips, and the barking began. Nothing like a 15 month old, and a "free" year old for entertainment. And even better, crazy Auntie Aya playing a psycho game of peek-a-boo with Tyler. Started with Boo's and ended with screams. Loud, crazy, and a blast.

Had an absolute blast at a baby shower on Saturday. And as i was leaving, I got blasted. Craig, bless his soul, held in his fart until we were outside. I was sooo nice, helping him and Danette get all the presents out to the van. After I handed him the last bag, he turns, plants his ass on me and let it rip. I didn't even have time to react. . Sigh. Reminds me of Denny's. I do miss all the fun we had there.
Back to the shower. I put a hex on Lisa for bringing her chocolate fountain. Oh, dear god was it good. And even better was explaining to Arlene was a "punani" was. She'll never yell that word out again. We also had a wonderful conversation about Camel Toes, and Moose Knuckles. You always to learn something at a baby shower!!!!

Another Happy Birthday to Sandy!! Celebrated her 29th and 156 month birthday on Saturday. Very rarely can Sandy be surprised, but we got her. And she thanked us with a wonderful dance. Sandy got jiggy with it. Dylan would definitely tell her that she's wack.

No wonder why I'm so tired and wanting to back to bed. I was barely home all weekend. I should really make up for that, starting right now.. Or else a Tim Horton's run.....either or is good for me....

~~AH
10:55 AM

Na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na. Hey hey hey. Kiss Him GoodBye

February 27
Na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na. Hey hey hey. Kiss Him Goodbye
I decided to hold off on posting until the NHL trade deadline was over. I am sitting here in absolute shock. If you have no clue what I am talking about, you are either not from Edmonton, or deaf, dumb and blind. I really wonder what the game will be like without Smitty tonight. Hopefully the boys will pull it together, and follow in the footsteps of "The Moose". Messier pulled the boys out of the 'losing Getz" funk, and went on to win the cup. So, boys, get it together, and show the NHL that Edmonton still does have the best team in the league. Or, at least the one with the most heart, and by far the BEST fans.
Here's to you Smitty, thanks for the memories, the plays, and pissing off the goalies. Without you, I would never have had the chance to dangle Sandy in your face.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing that we might not play against the Isle's?

It could be worse, we could have re-acquired Pronger from the Ducks. C'mon people, be a little positive!

(Andres, you are still my cutie-patootie)


~AH

Mindless Rambling (try to keep up)/do men REALLY listen?

February 23
Mindless Rambling (try to keep up)/do men REALLY listen?
TGIF (not like I had a long week or anything!)
The boss was exasperated with his new secretary, a blond.
She ignored the telephone when it rang.
"You must answer the telephone," he told her irritably.
"It seems so silly," she replied. "Nine times out of 10, it's for you."
Hey, I feel that way everyday! So what's wrong with that? By the time the I get home from work, I HATE the phone. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would feel that way. When you hit "the age" to be on the phone, you stay on it for hours....even when you have nothing to say. Am I right? But why is it, I have to ask, that guys never really got into that. James has never been a big phone talker. Even when we first started dating, our conversations lasted a whopping 30 seconds. All right, I will admit that I was extremely sick at first (a little mono mixed with tonsillitis) and I literally couldn't talk (yes, my mother thanked God many times for that one....). I just don't understand how it is at possible to retain all the info I give you in 30 seconds or less. Hmmmmm. I now have proof that James doesn't listen!!! There is no possible way! And anyone who truly knows my hubby knows that most of what he hears goes in one ear, and out the other. Maybe there just isn't any room in his head...already full of The Matrix, good ol' Warhammer and the newest one...World of Warcraft. I know it could be worse....could be filled with drugs--I am almost ready to consider WOW a drug. Anyone else out there who plays....get out of your 2-D world and join us REAL people in the land of 3-D. Lol.
Here is another thing I don't understand about men....well one of many things....
What's up with the whole girl on girl action? Do we ask you to be with another guy? I know everyone has their little fetishes, but how did it come to every guy (minus the gay ones) having the same one??? Starting to become funnier and funnier in my head. 600 guys gawking at 2 girls who are playing the guys by holding the pose of the beginning of a kiss. All women are evil. And, DAMN, are we ever good at it!!!
I was reading the paper on line this am. Telus has decided to revoke porn privileges off their phones. Too many parents are worried that their precious 13 and 14 year old boys are going to download it. No worries! They probably won't, they're to busy trying to hide the Playboy Magazines they stole from their Dad. Tell me what guy never stole their dad's dirty magazines???????
Tomorrow is weigh-in day. Eeeep! Here's hoping I have a loss! I have 20 more pounds to lose (already lost 80) and now I am just getting antsy! I did up my Wranglers the other day. I would never wear them out of the house, and I have 2 very good reasons! In all honesty, i couldn't breathe. And on top of that....I looked like a muffin. You know, skinny on the bottom, overflow on top. Except I didn't look like a regular muffin. No i looked like one of the giant Costco muffins. Pleasant. Truly. James and i had a good laugh about that. I really do put the Grrrr in Swinger, baby!
Before I forget: My MSN name was at one point "I have a Secret....." Just to clarify, I am NOT pregnant! But i will admit that it would be....THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!!!!!!
Oh, and Andres.......here I am writing about you in my blog--you are a handsome young lad who feels like a geek for reading this. Ahhh, darlin' you're not a geek! But....hey, I don't know you all that well. Are you a closet geek? lol... Hey buddy, my blog kicks ass. And you be careful. I'll kick yo ass so hard, you'll starve to death doing cartwheels until next Thursday! Word, homie!!
One last thing to complete your friday! I have New Kids on the Block playing on my Ipod right now. Step by Step, ooo baby, Gonna get to ya girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl! James, your band should soooooo cover that song!
~~AH

12:54 PM

2 blogs in 1 day? Hmmm, I must have Blog-itis

February 22
2 blogs in 1 day? Hmmm, I must have Blog-itis
I read this in today's Edmonton Sun. How crazy cool is this?
(Just a quick little peek to what it said)
Ever wonder if you're related to a prominent historical figure such as Marie Antoinette, Jesse James or Genghis Khan?
Wonder no more.
With the DNA Ancestry Project, a genealogy kit now available at the Bay stores at Southgate Centre and West Edmonton Mall, it's possible to trace your lineage back 150,000 years. The kits - which cost $139 to track your mom's or dad's lineage, or $278 to track both - include a mouth swab to capture your DNA and a CD-ROM that helps you match your DNA online to other people across the world with the same ancestral markers in their DNA.

~~AH
2:55 PM

I Must Have Failed Mind Reading 101

I Must Have Failed Mind Reading 101
Or maybe I just didn't take the course! As most of you already know, I sit on my butt all day and answer phones, attend to the faxes, send out alot of stuff (stuff that looks like it was written in Greek) and do other fun little jobs. I love that I have no stress in my job....and I have had alot of stressful jobs. Lets see.....before VOD and PPV became the rage, I worked as a lowly CSR at Blockbuster Video. Remember when that place was THE place to be on a Friday/Saturday? Ahhh, the good old days. A new release was $4.91 (inc. tax) and was due back the next day by midnight. Ya, try standing for 7.5 hours straight, at the till that doesn't close, with a line that never ends. Ug. I started there right before Christmas....Santa brought me some great Adidas standing sneakers. Bless you Santa. I left BBV and headed across Baseline Road, skipped over Broadmoor Boulevard, and started late night serving at America's favorite breakfast spot...Denny's. If there is anything that shakes you up, it's late night @ Denny's. Nothing like a bunch of drunk idiots to make you sweat. Some people think serving tables is a joke, and treat servers the same way they would treat the doggie poop that they stepped in. Try again. Of all the jobs I have had, this was BY FAR the hardest. I have never realized how condescending some people are. Asking if "being a waitress" was the only thing I did. Taught that Jackass a lesson. "Gosh, no sir. I'm in Med School, and I have to pay my full tuition, so, I work here full time, trying to pay my way. i only sleep 3 hours a night. Between Studying and work.....I'm exhausted. but only 3 years more of it!" Dumbass left me a $20 tip. Now, I'm not just a waitress, but also a med student/con artist. Kick Ass! At any rate, never under estimate the power of your server.
I also tried the whole management thing at Denny's. Stress stress stress! I left Denny's, with some pride in tact (not very much) and headed south across Baseline to........Petersen Pontiac. That's right, I tried to cut the mustard. It was a fun job, i have to say. Nothing like an old man asking for a salesman, me telling him that i am a salesPERSON, and having him look me up and down, give me a disgusted look and tell me that I'm a girl. Well, Duh. Good thing he told me that. i thought that b/c I have boobies and a foo-foo, that that made me boy. Sales was fun, but....if you didn't sell, you made minimum wage. If you only sold one car, you only got paid for one car. Well, with James and I buying a house, and trying to be grown-ups, we made the decision that I had to leave. My paychecks were either so high, that we could buy Buckingham Palace, or they were so low that we ate ants to survive. Ok, so I exaggerated a tad. You get my point.

At any rate, I applied on Workopolis.com, and had an interview with Amec...and here I sit. All by myself. And I love it. I have never had a Mon-Fri job before (loving it!), but I do miss late night coffee dates, any day of the week.

My only complaints....... Phone rings...I answer it. Some moron is on the phone, telling me that our number was on his call display, and wondering who called him. Well, buddy, there are about 150 employees here......get a life. I don't know who just called you, and, really, i don't care. I love people who spend their day checking caller ID's and wanting to know who called them. Wrong numbers happen....it's part of life. Personally, if you call me (esp. on my cell) and i don't know the number, i ain't gonna answer. I'm not wasting my minutes on wrong numbers.

Oh, and really, who got it in their mind that the receptionist knows where everything is, how everything works, and where everyone is. I know nothing. I am fully willing to admit this! I think it was on my second day when someone asked my about some highly safittimacated doo-hicky. I think I actually drooled a bit and said "duh". Love it! Now I just come up with some smart-ass comment. One of my favorites was yesterday. Big-head honcho engineer sticks his head in the large boardroom, which, BTW, had no lights on. Turns to me and asks me if anyone is in there. Well, gosh, gee, um! I looked at him with a straight face and replied "Well, you just stuck your head in there. Tell me: did YOU see anyone in there? Sorry, couldn't help it. At least I got a good laugh out them.

Besides saying: I have no idea, not a clue or go away, I also tend to tell people that I will wave my Magic Wand, do a little dance, and say a good ol' bibity bobity boo! Hopefully it will get you away from me.......unless you can tell me when the next Mind Reading Class is. I will gladly take it!

~~Andrea
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Tails from the Vet.......

February 21
Tails from the Vet.......
So, I'm starting a blog. Anyone surprised? Hey, now I have a place to talk, where non of ya'll can tell me to shut up! Sweeeeeet!
Luckily I can do this at work (like I actually work @ work), so my updates will be filled with wonderful anecdotes of my days at work. Here we go: ............................
Ok, so i work with a bunch of engineers. Nothing to say! ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!
So we just passed a WONDERFUL long weekend. well, a long weekend for most, I got greedy and took an extra day. My darling husband (oh, GAG! ) decided to join me. Took a sucide trip on the Yellowhead to make it to the Space and Science Centre (I'm not calling it the Telus World of Science. Its like calling the Coliseum, Rexal!! WTF?) before the 10am movie started, and HELL YA (!!!!!!!!!!!!,) I make it there. We left a teensy bit late, so I drove to make it there on time. Yay, SUICIDE!!!!!! But we made it there, and saw Stormchasers on IMAX. Anyone who know me, knows I love crazy ass storms! Anyway, giving the movie 2 thumbs up, and still pissy about the little brats that sat behind us and whispered thruout the whole movie. I actually went to their teacher after and complained. Apparently SHHHHHHHHHHHHH(!!!!!!!!!) means nothing to the brats. James was surprised that I actually went up to the teacher to complain. i told him that once I noticed the whispering, IT WAS ALL I COULD HEAR! Like little mosquitos in your room, on hot summers night. Ahhh, missing summer. But that's another story. After we left the S&SC, we went home to pick up our darling angel.......can't type that with a straight face! Hell will not accept my cat-she is too evil for the DEVIL!!!!!!!!! We made it to the vet without incident, Viper (yes, her name is Viper) likes car rides, as long as she isn't in the box. So, we exit the car, and bravely, the 3 of us head to the vet. Two of us walking and one on my shoulder........
She got nervous when we got in. We had a bit of a wait, so she was on my shoulder, then hiding behind me on the chair. So, then we go into the room, and she roams form my shoulders, to my head, then to James's shoulder and his head. Back and forth. Finally she gets brave enough to venture down onto the table. Mr. Vet made the BAD mistake of going to pet her. Viper is not fond of strangers, esp. strangers that hurt her last time. Mr. Vet bled. We were like sorry, sorry sorry sorry! He said it was his own fault. Then came time for the shots.....oh boy. So Jill, the vet assistant comes in with a towel to cover Viper. She panicked. Cant blame her, tho. So we all held her down and the 1st shot went in fine. Then she flipped. Literally. The V.A couldn’t control her, and made the mistake of grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, which she HATES, and grabbing her bum, which she hates even more! V.A now bleeding and looking terrified. Viper on table hissing at Vet and V.A, glaring at James and I. V.A goes to grab talon gloves for the 2nd shot, but throws towel on Viper before she leaves the room. Now Viper mad. I don’t see why she had to do that, she took forever coming back. Anyway, Viper under towel losing her mind. Towel was stinky (VERY stinky) and Viper was scared. So, I grab Viper use, what James calls my "mom voice", and tell her to calm down. As soon as she knew it was me that had her, she stopped moving, but kept growling. I have her on the table, trying to soothe her for the next round of shots, and the vet looks at me, and grabs the needle. BINGO! Second (and last) shot in! Whew! Towel comes off, Viper back on my shoulders, and NOT COMING DOWN!!! Also hissing at the vet, who was laughing by now. So, I ask if he will clip her nails. Well, he almost has a heart attack from laughing. So, no clippy nails. We have to do that ourselves. Doh.
Thus concludes the tails of the trip to the trip to the Vet.
Well, almost. She goes back in a month for her one year shots. Here we go again......
**AH
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~~AH