habit

well i dont have a lot of time to blog, so its good that i dont have a lot of things to say.

i woke up due to a wrong number. checked mail, went to the gym to do much needed yoga. i missed about two weeks of the stuff, and i could sure feel it. good class today, but my body was tired from all the mad working out from yesterday, and from not getting the best sleep ever.

i came home to eat brunch and clean up...dishes, vacuuming and watering the plants, but instead after eating just passed out on the couch during general hospital. when my eyes opened again, it was 6. hello, total wasted day. how you doin?

i groggily got up and still managed to vacuum and water the plants and change the kitty litter. the dreaded dishes remain, as always. fuck do i miss my dishwasher.

showered and came over to the computer. the amazing race finale begins in 15. dinner too will be in 15, and during the 2 hour show i will remove the crusty old polish from my toes and apply fresh new and lovely. the last time i did them was likely late summer, so they are looking all splotchy. noticed just how bad in yoga.

and that, my friends, is a wrap.

today i got pretty excited about tim's trip here, while talking to stephanie at the gym (aka my hip hop teacher, fellow stephanie who i get along super well with). i get to teach him to ice skate...and he's being a real trooper about wanting to do/try/see new stuff, which will make it all the more fun. its also gonna be good to hug the guy...we've had so many great conversations that could have used a hug as punctuation at the end but couldnt because of the ol phone restrictions. but you know...this is a little personal for blog journalling.

ok, im out for fake chicken wings, green and yellow beans, and sally hansen's pear nectar.

go oh brother!! boo flo!

--tv, she talks to me--

oh wait. this is cool. this is mickey hart's journal from the other ones tour. he's the drummer extraordinaire for the dead/the other ones, who is just a cool human being. this is his write up of the show i was at in albany.

someone did a search on 'elephant breading fuck girl' and found my site.

#1. im so proud.
#2. what the fuck is 'elephant breading fuck girl'?! i feel so out of the loop.

yo yo yo, three posts in a row. its so exciting.

kirk called me tonight, jasonkirk i mean. man, two kirks is confusing. anyway, we're a chitting and a chatting because as ive said before and will say again i love me some jasonkirk, and we get to the topic of the ani show in schenectady in march because he lives closeby and loves ani and me so was interested. anyway, turns out kirk got a catalogue from righteous babe very recently, and he grabs it to check for the phone number of the schenectady venue. instead he finds the tour calendar and says how he thought the schenectady (damn, couldnt have named that town 'k'. no, schenectady. anyway, he thought it was the first show of the tour, but saw that there were shows before it. i said 'yeah, theres a few, what are they again?' and he starts reading them to me:

kirk: "march tenth in montreal, march 11th in vermont, march"
me: WHAT!? montreal???? what montreal show!? where!?

anyway, it turns out that there might be a freaking home town show, right on anita's birthday. and us with front rows for schenectady. but the venue was listed as TBA (to be announced, for the concert impaired), and maybe it didnt work out and got ixnayed. or maybe its still in the works and thats why its not announced. anyway, needless to say, if theres a montreal show id like to be at it. but i dont know if it being on anita's birthday proper is a good thing or not, altho i recall anita maybe saying they'd be en route from toronto to montreal on the 10th so its possible she wouldnt even be able to make it. or maybe she'd want to have dinner or maybe j would want to....anyway im ahead of myself and there is no official info on that date at all as it stands. but wouldnt you know it. i get front rows for a show 4 hours away, and THEN it comes to my attention there might be a local show. oh well...here's to ani mixing up the setlist. which she doesnt really do much. =/

i spent more time at the gym today than at my own home. i didnt make it there on monday, so i did a make up workout today. i did ten minutes running, then weights, then another 17 on the treadmill, then 30 on the elliptical trainer, then my sit ups and stretching. took me two hours. then came home and vegged while watching fabulous general hospital, did some laundry and showered. scoffed a veggie burger and a V8.

i was supposed to see joel tonight, as he leaves for florida (fleez, if youre talking to joel) on saturday and havent seen him since seeing the other ones in november. but the poor kid has the sicks, in the throat-like. so it was better for him to stay home and rest up a storm. and so i was free for hip hop class. and so even though i already worked like a fiend, i went. because hip hop is fun, doesnt feel like excercise. normally. but tonight my body was tired. stephanie, the teacher (ha, two kirks and two stephanies), brought in some new moves tonight towards the end and my feet were just not cooperating. i had a good laugh at myself in the class. we did it like ten times and i got it right about three. looooo-zer.

ive actually been laughing quite a bit tonight. this guy rai in the pearl jam newsgroup is cracking me up. he posted this, mocking mr bush, president not so extraordinaire. read it through, its fucking funny:

(We take you now to the Oval Office where President Bush is meeting with
National Security Advisor Condolezza Rice)

> George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
> Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
>
> George: Great. Lay it on me.
> Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
>
> George: That's what I want to know.
> Condi: That's what I am telling you.
>
> George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
> Condi: Yes.
>
> George: I mean the fellow's name.
> Condi: Hu.
>
> George: The guy in China.
> Condi: Hu.
>
> George: The new leader of China.
> Condi: Hu.
>
> George: The Chinaman!
> Condi: Hu is leading China.
>
> George: Now whaddya" asking me for?
> Condi: I'm not asking, I'm telling you Hu is leading China.
>
> George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
> Condi: That's the man's name, sir.
>
> George: That's who's name?
> Condi: Yes.
>
> George: Will you or will you not tell me the new leader of China?
> Condi: Yes, sir.
>
> George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle
> East.
> Condi: That's correct.
>
> George: Then who is in China?
> Condi: Yes, sir.
>
> George: Yassir is in China?
> Condi: No, sir.
>
> George: Then who is?
> Condi: Yes, sir.
>
> George: Yassir?
> Condi: No, sir.
>
> George: Look, Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China.
> Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
> Condi: Kofi?
>
> George: No, thanks.
> Condi: You want Kofi?
>
> George: No.
> Condi: You don't want Kofi?
>
> George: No, But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And
> then get me the U.N.
> Condi: Yes, sir.
>
> George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
> Condi: Kofi?
>
> George: Milk! Will you please make the call.
> Condi: And call who?
>
> George: Who is the guy at the U.N.?
> Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
>
> George: Will you stay out of China?!
> Condi: Yes, sir.
>
> George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
> Condi: Kofi.
>
> George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.
> (Condi picks up the phone) Rice, here.
>
> George: Rice? Good idea. And a couple of egg rolls, too. Maybe we should
> send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get Chinese
> food in the Middle East?

also, i was reading wil wheaton's journal and he posted a favorite item of his from the onion. i was laughing as soon as i started reading it, all the way through. its great. the onion know whats up. check it:

Shit Parking Ticket Fuck
FUCKIN’ DOWNTOWN—After stopping for like 10 goddamn minutes at the west-side post office, local resident Dave Shore got a motherfucking parking ticket in the amount of 35 fucking goddamn dollars Monday, fuck. Where were the goddamn cops when the dude stole the hubcaps off of Shore’s light brown 1992 Escort last year, the 27-year-old line cook would reportedly like to fucking know. The ticket, which Shore will have to work five whole fucking hours at his shitty fucking job just to pay, was placed on his vehicle by the asshole fucking Nazi parking patrol shortly after noon. Jesus fuck.

funny, eh? good stuff.

j emailed me earlier with a link to a sweet looking/sounding vegetarian restaurant out in california. in fact, this was the link to their menu. so much sounded so good that i started digging around their website, and sure enough....they have a cookbook. in fact, this is a link to that cookbook. there is a recipe listed for fake teriyaki beef. that means i will shortly own this cookbook. because if its anything like the fake teryaki beef at chu chai that i could live on eternally...then i must have it. must.

i talked to chantal for a bit. she's just back from cambodia, but leaves for hawaii on friday. me, i'll be watching the amazing race and survivor...maybe i'll wash some dishes. *sigh*. anyway it was cool because after i talked to her i jumped online to find out that pearl jam is working with CI to balance their CO2 emissions that come from the buses, planes and cars when they tour by preserving rainforest. rock. also talked to anita, and vanessa, and alex and pam, and tim. quelle chatty cathy.

anyway, i guess all the workouts of the day are kicking in. i can feel my energy ticking out by the minute here. i think the time to get horizontal has come.

later decemberites.

--id like to cut your head off so i could weigh it...whaddya say? 5 pounds....10 pounds....--
(i listened to phish at the gym. this is the result)

hidey ho neighbors. no, im not calling you a ho. well maybe i am...you know who you are.

so, ive been a busy little beaver. hehe.

excitement plus for hockey fans: i served doug gimour the other morning. j asked me if i asked him to take out his teeth. umm..no, j...maybe next time tho. dougie was super nice but it was no thrill for me the way it was with even the no names of baseball. when he left he took the wrong copy of the credit card slip, and i had to chase him out into the street. i said 'its not good to drink in the morning' and he laughed. thats when i should have hit him up for tickets. only i didnt think of it. dumb-me/dummy.

friday night i intended to go to bed all early, but the bassholes notified me they were gonna be having a dinner party. that made my decision of whether or not to join anita and j for bingo alot easier. stay home and be a prisoner of their basslines and racket, or go win all the money with my friends. i chose the latter, and it was swell....good old school times. been too long since we've hung out as a trio. unfortunately, we didnt win all the money. instead, we won none of the money. i was two numbers away from the $1000 for so long...but it wasnt to be. frickin bingo.

then they decided they wanted to stroll the aisles of the new store nearby, and so we did. we oohed and ahhed over the cake section, which had a big assortment. we played 'pick which one youd get if you could only get one'. anita of course went for full on chocolate everything. im not sure what j picked, but he was smitten with this casino pastry looking mystery thing. for me, it was the birthday cake cheap style that kids get...you know, the white icing with pink roses on it? that cake is the best. anita and j were shocked and horrified. see if i share my cake with them.

i opened at work on saturday.
i opened at work on sunday.
i opened at work on monday (aka today).
= tired stephanie.

my sunday step class has been cancelled. this motherfucking sucks. means i have to take step with the crappy teacher if i want any step in my 'diet'.

i am getting pretty sick of the bullshit at work. ive officially begun scanning for something new.

tonight, anita and i met up with vanessa and her friend megan and went to see a sneak preview of 'two weeks notice'. i mentioned before how i renamed it 'who cares if its shite because its two hours of hugh grant'. well, i should have trusted his judgement better, because this movie was really good. we all laughed a bunch of times, sometimes really hard. sandy bullock is really funny, and hugh's wit is so awesome. and the easy on the eyes factor is *enormous*. i need to add some of his repertoire to my movie collection...namely bridget jones diary, about a boy and even this one. its not at all a nauseating romantic eye roller. its just good.

monday mission.

1. So, what do you want for Christmas this year that you probably won't
get?

peace on earth. hell, id settle for goodwill towards people and animals, and i dont even see that coming.

2. What do you know you will be receiving for Christmas this year?

homemade caramels from anita. thats it.

3. If you had the means to do so, what presents would you get some of your
fellow bloggers? Be specific, it's more fun that way!

my fellow bloggers? i would get them the inspiration to freakin update daily. not that i even do that these days.

4. Do you support any organizations that provide for the less fortunate
during the holidays? Or do any volunteer work?

i dont do any volunteer work, but i give canned food whenever i am alert enough to remember to leave the house with some. this year they said they need baby food and supplies more than anything else. sad.

5. Each year about this time, I notice Church attendance seems to
spike, then drops off sharply after Christmas. It tickles me that these folks
think they are pulling a fast one on the Big Guy. What is the most recent
thing guilt has motivated you to do?

suck up to my boss.

6. According to the commercials, the only way to truly tell someone
you love them on Christmas day is to let them "Unwrap a Jaguar" automobile.
Are there any examples of excessive commercialism and/or blatant disregard for
the "Christmas Spirit" that really get under your skin?

the xmas spirit is nauseating. people should be this way year round. the xmas songs are really annoying too. i like the fake santas in the malls though. thats good stuff.

7. I remember a song where the singers wished they could teach the
world to sing, in perfect harmony. What would you like to teach the world?

christ THATS an example of excessive commercialism, its not a song its a coke ad for crying out loud. what would i like to teach the world? what could i possibly teach the world!? to quote mr vedder: i was the fool because i thought the world...turns out the world thought me. maybe i would try to make them all get some yoga in their lives. that would improve the world.

BONUS: Do they know it's Christmas time at all?

ah. my favorite xmas song. that, and the david bowie/bing crosby ba rump a bum bum song. and hell no, there wont be snow in africa this year either.

Today's comment question: What is your favorite holiday beverage?

cant say i enjoy the egg nog. what other 'holiday beverage' is there? guess i could find out here if i really wanted to. would cranberry juice count?

was very excited to see that theres a big skating rink open in old montreal. right now its on fake ice because its just not cold enough to hold the real stuff, but when it is that place will be big enough for nearly 3000 people. crazy. and every night is different theme music to skate to. fun stuff. its fun to get the kind of cold at night that makes hot chocolate taste like heaven and a half.

this site might have a new home very shortly. ive had enough of only being visible to a fraction of the newsgroup. stay tuned.

hmm. i just found a new toy. im off to play.

--excuse me please, one more drink
could you make it strong because i dont need to think--