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jamie and david have their gold, finally, and rightfully so.

but its too little too late. their shining moment will always be stained...at least until they expose and correct the corruption. the medal has lost its value and merit. there was no tie, there should only be one gold medal winner. the awarding of it today was more of a 'hey media, back off our scandal, look we'll give you what you want' than a 'we admit we are dirty and got it wrong. this is to set it right. jamie and david are gold, and the russians are silver.'

yeah yeah its not the russians fault. but so what. they would probably feel relieved to be rid of those medals they know they didnt truly win. yes they are brilliant skaters. but in that contest canada was better. end story.

so i just hope the media does NOT back off and does demand answers. the cbc olympic host guy is not appeased either. he is appalled by the olympic committee's ignorance of their absolute lack of integrity. that french judge was fired and is being used totally as a scapegoat for all the corruption behind her. as if she worked alone. jamie and david want the truth exposed to help the sport they love, so i cant help but want that for them too. thursday night they get the medals. i cant wait.

oh, and a message for the president of the IOC:

hey you stupid fuck, you are FRENCH. her name isnt 'sale' like a sale at macy's, its sall-ay. everyone and their mom knows that by now. havent you fucking slighted them enough? at least get her fucking name right when you go about moving from wrong to right! stupid bastard.

and another thing. they showed jamie and david going to the canada-sweden hockey game. they had to have security around them because there was a HUGE mob of media people crowding in on them and pushing in and it just looked really scary and intense. that shit creeps me out so bad. must be horrible to be the prey they want. i wonder what they would do if the security wasnt there. just crush them? pile on top of them and give them corneal damage from the flashes on their cameras?

anyway. they dont need to wear gold. they ARE gold.

my whole olympic obsession...i can explain it:

salt lake city = africa or the outback
canada = ethan or colby
olympics = survivor

go canada! its nice to feel my national pride again. i've always loved my country and being canadian...but its so at the surface right now.

ok. im totally gonna ape jess and do the friday FOUR. fuck dragging on about what im gonna do all weekend every damn friday.

1. What was the first thing you ever cooked?
honestly, how in the fuck am i supposed to remember that? i have no idea. an omelette? stove top popcorn? no clue.

2. What's your signature dish?
hmm. ive been so lazy lately...no groceries at all till i clean my fridge...maybe by the weekend..anyway, i havent cooked as much lately. its silly to make a big batch of stuff just for me. i guess it could be eggplant parmesan...no! its white trash meatballs which i make with veggie ground round, a tin of canned mushroom bits, and a sauce made of, get this: ketchup and ginger ale. and they KICK much ASS. but i stole that from my mom, along with her cabbage soup recipe which i can never get to be as good as hers. i was really digging the sweet potato latkes i made too. but its the white trash meatballs. i am very fond of the moosewood cookbook series. i'm far more of a cook in the summer.

3. Ever had a cooking disaster?
i'd say my successes just barely outweigh my disasters. ok thats an exaggeration...but there's plenty. at new years i wanted to put one shake of red chili flakes into the green beans. they were good to go. i went to shake, and the fucking lid came off and doused the whole batch, making them ring-of-fire-inducing if you know what i mean and if you dont you dont want to. i once baked sweet potato bread in san fran and no matter how many times i kept putting the loaves back in the centers wouldnt bake, so we ate the baked part around the doughy middle.

4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal?
fuck man, i need neither skill nor riches for a dream meal...i have dream meals all the time, and it would depend on the day. sometimes there is nothing better than a veggie burger, fries and diet coke at harvey's...truthfully nothing. sometimes its kickass sushi. sometimes its general tao tofu or pad thai. i love food far too much to design one dream menu. my dream meal would be a huge buffet table stocked with all my favorites, with a nice dessert section set up too. alot of stuff would be made by my mom.

end friday four.

so i dragged my ass to work for 9 as requested. i thought 'call first, stephanie, maybe you can keep sleeping' but didnt. when i got there it was dead. my manager looked at me and smiled and said 'breakfast is on me'. i started at my regular 11 am shift and got up at frickin 7 30 for nothing. but the swiss-mushroom-asparagus omelette rocked. and our potatoes are delicioso.

after work i picked up some stuff. exciting things like deodorant (i can only wear arrid xx roll on. my armpits laugh at the aerosol), q-tips, garbage bags...and a bag of 25 tea light candles for 2 bux. at pier one they wanted like 2000 dollars for a bag of 100. anita can vouch. i got some other stuff but its Top Secret.

i saw a fucking gorgeous cd holder today. its fake antique, made of dark wood. its a vertical one with a door, and the door has a glass panel on the front of it, and behind it are all these mini antique looking music things...like a jimi and beatles album cover, a mini guitar...its totally hot. i wanted to make sweet love to it. until i found it costs 345 dollars.

i love windshield washer fluid. happiness is cleaning your windshield every three seconds and instantly getting rid of the blotchy splash ups.

im so thirsty. im gonna make me a half baileys half amaretto concoction. hmm. interesting tasting. quite good. but it smells a little too much like nail polish remover. better drink it quick. =) im no longer thirsty...but i have a warm burny feeling in my chest. i bet the amaretto gives me heartburn. i cant drink orange gatorade for that reason. ah, aging. its so graceful.

so i'm off until thursday and have nothing planned. i bet i love it for three days and then get bored and stiry crazy-esque. hopefully i use the time to get my shit in order. clean the house, the turtle tank, get groceries...it needs it. hopefully get to the gym, work out a bit, get some yoga in. i needs it.

chantal called me today. she just got back from cambodia two days ago, and is off to florida for the weekend. we only talked a minute, she was at the airport and my cell was dying, but she had enough time to tell me that she 'caught a parasite' there and is taking all kinds of pills for it. comparatively, in my life today i almost stubbed my toe. not that im envious of her parasite...just her job is bad ass and all exotic like. chantal rocks.

so now im stalling because after american hockey they are showing the ice dance second compulsary. after the first compulsary the canadian pair of borne and kraatz are in 4th. boys, methinks you will like shaylynn borne. however the fuck you spell her name. definitely not the way i did. its only the damned second period tho.

good ani news: she has started adding dates again, so not all hope is lost for canada. the latest are virginia and north and south carolina shows, which were certainly not there earlier this week. come on ani! north, north, north!

tonight was weezer at the molson center. i coulda scored me a bunch of nerdsexys tonight i betcha. minus the sexy. muahahahahhahha. any band that wrote that horrid sweater song is devil spawn.

oh yay! 'and you will know us by the trail of dead' are coming to my city! some of you get ben folds and ani and csny and and and and and. but *i* get 'and you will know us by the trail of dead'. dont be jealous. the most exciting shows coming to montreal that i can pick from the montreal list in my opinion are: stars on ice & jackie mason. whats that say about me? ok so dmb is coming but ive seen them umpteen times. i prolly will go again, but if they play ants > watchtower...its over.

ok im all distracted by this stuff i cant really mention.

=)
till tomorrow my loves...

one love, the dream i see...