Thursday, November 30, 2006

Someone Pass the Bottle

Lord love a duck...I went to the Superstore at lunch time. I often get groceries at the Superstore on the northside at lunch time without any problems. Today was a nightmare and I was only picking up a few things. I was in line to pay for 20 freaking minutes. I just about died 5 times over.
I have issues with being late. If I'm not at least 5 minutes early I start to panick. I had to be back at work at 12:30 (I left at 11:30) and I was just paying at 12:20. I still had to go home to put the perishables in the fridge. Part of the problem was that they didn't have enough cashiers working. Another issue was the the cashier for the line I was in wouldn't shut her pie hole long enough to ring things in. She kept talking to an elderly man, who really was sweet, but the lines were ridiculous and she needed to haul ass.
As I said I have issues with being late. So I keep looking at my watch and the later it gets, the more worked up I get. By the end of it, my heart is racing, my hands are shaking, and I'm pretty much grabbing the bags out of her hand and throwing them back in the cart. I'm sure she thinks I'm a lunatic but she's too afraid to say anything.
I get my stuff, FINALLY pay and run for the door. This is more difficult than you might imagine because I'm wearing stupid high heels and my cart has a rogue wheel (you know the kind). I barrell out into the parking lot not even looking for cars before I cross. They should just *know* that I'm in a hurry and do what I want. Next I cut off a man pulling out of a handicapped spot and I'm still walking, not even in the car yet. I throw the groceries in the trunk and give my cart a big push to the cart corral across the way. I didn't even walk it make it all the way over. I was pretty impressed with my cart shoving ability.
I cut off a few cars on my way home, get the stuff in the house and make myself a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. I'd like to add here that I'm cursing that damn cashier at this point because I don't like peanut butter sandwiches but it's the fastest thing I can think of.
I get back on the road and all is clear until Maple St. For Pete Sake (replace this with the vulgar swearing I really used) I got stuck behind a mother loving tractor. Really, I should have just accepted defeat, pulled over, and given up. But I'm the Princess. So I rode his ass to the bridge and gave him a dirty look as I passed him.
I finally get back to work and pull around to the back of the building where I have a reserved spot just for me. Holy shit, wasn't there a half ton truck parking in my spot?!?!?! I thought this lady must have a death wish. Luckily for all parties involved she took my subtle hint of death stares and finger tapping on my steering wheel and cleared out. Believe you me, she did not want to go head to head with the Princess today. I get parked, run inside, whip of my coat, and go to apologize to my supervisor being 30 minutes late.


Tuesday, November 28, 2006


What is it with men when they are sick?!?!? Mr. Princess just told me he is feeling really sick. So I said, why don't I drive you home? He declines my offer. It drives me crazy because if he just took the time to heal when he first started feeling ill, the illness wouldn't last as long. He'll get a cold and it'll last for a month because he pushes himself. He won't take a sick day, he'll still play basketball twice a week or whatever else.
We all know what happens when he does finally succomb to his illness, right ladies? The world as we know it will come to a screeching halt. That's right, time will stand still and he won't even be able to fart for himself. Oye.
Seriously, what is it with men and illness? When JJ is sick, I obviously don't operate at full capacity but I don't drop off the face of the earth either. There have been times when Mr. Princess actually laid on the couch and moaned when he had a cold or the flu! I was in the hospital for a week on IV, not allowed to even have water, with pain in my stomach that was indescribable, getting every test known to man, and having to take nasty meds that did awful things to my digestive system. I did NOT moan.

All I have to say is that it's a good thing he's cute.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Here are my answers. I also challenge everyone else to fill in the questionnaire. If you don't have a blog, you can fill it out in my comments.

Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate - Eggnog...preferably with some rum in it. But really, I'll eat/drink eggnog in any form. Bring it on!
Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Santa presents are not wrapped and they are in front of the couch (here at our house), growing up they were in front of the fireplace. My mom wraps the stuff in our stockings. But with a 3 year old we'd be all day so I'm not wrapping that stuff.
Do You Hang Mistletoe - Nope. FYI - the real stuff is poisonous.
When do You Put Decorations Up - I usually wait until Dec 1 but this year we started a bit early the day of the Satan Claud Parade.
What is Your Fave Holiday Dish (can't be dessert!) Easily my dad's homemade meatpies. He and my aunt make the pies every year. This year I want to help so I can learn to make them too. They use the same recipe my grandmother did.
Fave Christmas Gift - Nothing sticks out in my mind. My downhill skis?
Wen and How did you learn the truth about Santa - I mistakenly found some presents when I was in grade 2. I realized the truth when those gifts we "from Santa" on Christmas morning. I was such a brat. I went to school after Christmas and told everyone.
Do You OPen a Gift on Christmas Eve - No, not growing up and not now. Last year I stole Nick's ida of the elves leaving jammies. Here the elves rang the doorbell and we went down and found the jammies in the entry way. It scared the hell out of Jillian. Two minutes later she had recovered and was looking out the window for the elves.
How do you Decorate your Tree - We dont' enjoy decorating the tree so we invite our family over for a tree decorating party. It usually turns out well. But last year it didn't go so well. After 3 days I couldn't take it anymore and fixed it.
Fave Christmas Memory - Again, I don't really have one. I always enjoyed Christmas Eve with our extended family. I also always looked forward to the choir Christmas Concert.
The most Important thing about the HOlidays - The presents, totally the presents. I'm just kidding. Being with family, of course.
Favourte Christmas Dessert - Ma Tante Paula's shortbread cookies
What tops your Tree - Santa Claus
Do you prefer giving or recieving - I love giving as long as I can think of a great gift for that person. I love shopping for JJ.
Fave Christmas Song - O Holy Night.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Stupid Strikes Again

Just when I thought I had exhausted all methods of making a fool of myself, I somehow manage to find a new way.
Jenn and I had lunch today and then went to Reid's News Stand to pick up some magazines as stocking stuffers. I wanted to get some sports magazines for Mr Princess but really was at a loss. So Jenn and I started to talk about our lack of knowledge (and really lack of intrest) regarding sports. We must have sounded very dumb because a nice man standing next to us says "I'm a sport writer maybe I can help you." Oh my, I'm sure I turned 10 shades of red.

He was very nice and asked a few questions to try to get an idea of what we needed. I was looking for a basketball magazine and he asked if Mr Princess liked Pro ball or College ball. I quickly recovered from the blank stare that momentarily blanketed by face and responded that he likes both. The man was very helpful and helped me pick out a magazine.
Next I said I wanted a golf magazine. So again, he offered his help and asked if Mr Princess watches or plays. Ha! I knew the answer to this one - both! We decided that Golf Digest was a safe bet. I thanked him and went on my way.

As we were walking down the street, it struck me all of a sudden that the nice sports writer was Bill Hunt. He also write a column in the Lifestyles section of the Gleaner that I read every Saturday. I asked Jenn if she knew who he was. She didn't so I explained. She then laughed and said maybe he'll write about us. That's what I'm afraid of.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Good News

I have some great news! Second Cup has their Spiced Eggnog Coffee!! What did you think I was going to say? That I got a digital camera? Keep dreaming. Okay, back to the important stuff...the coffee.
As a rule I don't really like Second Cup's better than no coffee at all but not my first or even second choice. However, their Spiced Eggnog Coffee is soooo good. Each year, I buy 2 lbs of SE beans. You can only buy it during the holiday seasson so I use it sparingly and s-t-r-e-t-c-h it as far as I possible can. I only make that coffee on the weekends when I can take the time to enjoy it. I always drink every last drop. As I get down to the bottom of my stash, I often try to stretch it further by mixing in a bit of regular coffee.
I've been calling Second Cup every week since the end of October to ask if the SE coffee as arrived yet. It was such a nice day that instead of calling I decided just to walk over to check. Imagine my glee when not only did they have the beans, but they had some brewed. The owner told me she's been getting numerous calls a day asking if it was in yet. Hmmmm...who would do that??
I love eggnog flavour. Much like the pumpkin wares of October, I hoard eggnog items in December. I've been known to add a splash of eggnog to my coffee. I eat all kinds of eggnog candy canes, drink eggnog lattes, eat eggnog cheesecake and pretty much anything else I can get my hands on. So now that eggnog flavour is out in full swing....I declared the Holiday Seasons open.
So, did you American shopping girls discuss my love of eggnog on your last trip?!?!?

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Shirley Temple

Shirley Temple...that's what I looked like right now. I'm fighting the urge to sing Good Ship Lollypop. I might give in to the urge just for the hell of it.
I had my haircut at lunch time. Instead of straightening it, the stylist let it go naturally curly. It's amazing what a difference a little bit of effort will hair is soooo curly right now. All she did was put some Icelandic Sap Moss (you know, THE moss) and used a diffuser to dry it. But my bangs are straight and it's all a bit weird looking. Don't worry, I'll be back to my normal self tomorrow.
I have alot of grey hair. In fact, I'll think I'll be be completely grey in the next 5 years. It runs in my family. I've noticed lately that my hair is really dry and while I was getting my head massaged, I could hear my hair crunching. I mentioned it to the stylist. She said my hair is very coarse because of the grey (I have a comparison but I'll save you the horror) and it will get worse as I get older. I decide to ask her for some product that will help my hair. I get my hair done at Avalon Spa and their products are very expensive so I was dreading the total at the end. I currently use drug store products on my hair...horror of all horrors. Shield your eyes and look away - I'm an unsophisticated beast!
Anyway, when I'm done she gets me some professional shampoo and conditioner and sends me on my way. I have a plan. I'm going to use drug store products one day and professional products the next. Phase 2 of the plan is to color my hair at home and then have it done at the salon every second time (does that make sense?).
Now, I just have to figure out how to keep Mr. Princess from using my made-of-gold-more-precious-than-life-itself-oh-so-wonderful professional shampoo and conditioner. After using said products my hair had better bounce and men had better flock to me just like they do on TV, dammit.

Monday, November 20, 2006


" Hi Britney? It's the Princess calling...yes again." "I have something very important to tell you so turn on your listening years and listen to my words." "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM PARIS HILTON...SHE HAS DISEASES!!!!"

Chip Off the Old Block

When it comes to personality, my daughter really is a chip off the old block. I may soon start calling her Mini-Me. She is like me in many ways but yesterday she proved she is like me in more ways than I thought.
Generally in life, things tend to work out in my favour. No matter what the circumstances I either get what I want or come out smelling like a rose. I promise I don't usually do anything under-handed or manipulative to make things go my just happens. For example, a car usually leaves to free up a good space for me, JJ gets into the daycare I want by just a hair, I get the last item on the shelf at the store...this list goes on and on. This is a fact that really drives some around me crazy. In fact, Melanie tells me she hates me at least once a day.
Yesterday I took Jillian to Jean Coutu to sit on Santa's knee and this is where it all came to light. There were a few people ahead of us in line but the line went quickly. The man running things really took a liking to JJ. He was talking to her, laughing at her, and loved her blond curls. So he introduced her to Santa "Santa, this is Jillian." She walks over to Santa with her arms wide open for a hug and then climbs up on his knee. She is buttering him, I mean chatting him up like a pro. She tells him what kind of cookies (chocolate chip) and milk (white as opposed to chocolate) she will leave out for him, tells him what she wants for Christmas, and anything else she can think of to talk about. Part of this deal with Santa was to get your picture taken with him for free. There wasn't anyone behind us in line to see Santa so they let her yammer on for a long time...all the while shooting pictures. Then they suggest I get in the pictures too. Well, I'm known for being camera shy so of course it took some encouraging to get me in the pictures. Yeah right! Jillian is lucky I didn't knock her off the old man's knee in my hurry to get in the photos.
Anyway, we left there are a long visit with Santa with HANDFULS of chocolate, a promise of a bunch of photos within the next week and one happy blond curly haired child. As for Santa, the photographer, and the gentleman running the show? They don't even know what hit them.

Friday, November 17, 2006


I've been sitting here in front of the TV catching up on some blogs that I read. As I was reading, I started to think about how different all the blogs are (of course they would be) and the different type of outlet it is for each individual. Some that I read tonight are so deep,profound, intellectual, with well developed thoughts. Many are an update on lives while others are an account of day to day living. Then you have my little corner of the world. I don't write anything too serious here. This leads me to my next train of thought.

I know there are people who read this blog that have never met me before. It makes me wonder (but not really care) how one would preceive me if they only read this blog and had never met me in person. My blog is pretty light-hearted and I poke fun at myself quite often. Oddly, I have no problem recounting the ridiculous, humiliating things I do on a regular basis but I don't particularly like to write about serious topics. It's not because I don't think I have anything intelligent to say but this blog just doesn't seem like the proper forum. Afterall I refer to myself as a Princess (with a capital P) and I wrote about Kevin Federline yesterday . Do you think anyone would read this an think I'm a information seeking individual that would like to get a masters degree or a blond bimbo with with a career at Hooters as my life ambition?

You know what the best part is? I'm totally cool with whatever perceptions people may have.

So Judgmental

This is going to sound soooo judgmental but I'm really not trying to be mean. So, I'm going to say it anyway. I was reading a website today (imagine that) and this woman posted that her day is just not complete without eating a banana. Well, I almost choked on my coffee. I could say my day would not be complete without alot of things...a hug from my daughter etc...but a banana? I'm not trying to be mean but it really struck me funny. Having said that, my day wouldn't be complete without coffee. Let's be realistic I wouldn't be awake or functional without coffee in the morning. Just ask my co-workers how whiny I am when we wait too long to get coffee in the morning. Not pretty. I can see where she is coming from. But let me tell you, banana is NOT the word I was expecting.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


I've been following this whole Britney Spears and Kevin Federline divorce saga. I like my celebrity gossip...I know it's a character flaw. Anyway, the story got a bit more interesting this weekend when he reportedly decided to shop around to see how much he could get for a 4 hour sex tape of he and the estranged Mrs. The story is that he was offered $50 million but he told Britney he would NOT sell it if she gave him $30 million and custody of the kids. I have a few things to say on this.
First, is Britney the ONLY person on the face of the earth who didn't see this one coming? I mean seriously. Perhaps if she had gotten off of K-Fed for just a few short moments and turned of the camera she would have seen the situation for what it was. HELLO, BRITNEY? THIS IS THE PRINCESS CALLING...WAKE UP!!!
Second, why does K-Fed want custody of his kids with Spears? I didn't see any media reports of him trying to get custody of his kids with Shar Jackson. Oh wait a minute, Shar isn't filthy rich. HELLO BRITNEY? IT'S THE PRINCESS AGAIN...YOU AND THE KIDLETS ARE NOTHING BUT A MEAL TICKET!!! You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Custody of the kids = massive child support payments for years to come.
Unfortunately, K-Fed doesn't seem to be so smart...LOL...nothing like pointing out the obvious, huh? I read on one of my gossip sites yesterday that he wrote on a shower door at a venue in Chicago (he probably had some time on his hands since nobody goes to his shows). He wrote that he was a free man, "fuck a bitch"and "Give my my kids Bitch". Now, calling me a law expert would be like saying K-Fed had talent or a hope at a career. But I'm going to give my take on this anyway. I don't think charming acts like that are going to help him get custody of the children. I mean the note was very touching an all (barf) but sometimes a litte restraint goes a long way. What an arse.

I also follow K-Fed's career, and I use the term loosely, in the media. Why? Because it cracks me up. I read an article last week that said he has only sold about 6000 copies of the album and is giving away concert tickets. Hee hee hee....again, who didn't see that one coming?!?!?! I love that he calls himself an "artist". I sing in the shower therefore I am an artist. I painted my living room therefore I am an interior designer. I turned on my computer this morning therefore I am an IT expert. I cooked supper last night therefore I am an award worthy chef. YO, K-FED! PRINCESS HAS A BETTER SHOT AT A GRAMMY THAN YOU. WORD TO YO MOMMA.

Someday I might plan a trip to California and when I do I'm going to go see K-Fed at work. Yup, I'll just need someone to point me in the direction of Wal-mart so I can watch him stock shelves.


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Thinking About Christmas

I'm over my bitching post and ready to talk about something else. I'm going to share some of my family Christmas traditions.

* Mr Princess and I have had a "Christmas Tree Decorating Party" for the last 7 years or so. The reality is that do NOT enjoy decorationg the tree so we invite our family over to do it for us. Suckers. It usually turns out just fine but last year it was so fugly that I had to re-decorate it. I looked at it for about 3 days before I caved and did it over.
* My family stopped going to churce on Christmas Eve years about because we always had too many drinks to drive there. Besides, even I think it's sacreligious to go to church with a buzz...thought perhaps more enjoyable. Okay, moving right along.
* My dad grew up in a french catholic household and Christmas Eve is the big event for him. So all my family would go to my parents house on Christmas Eve and have traditional meat pie that my dad makes. The best meat pie ever. Unfortunately, we all (my sister, my cousins and I) all have kids and we no longer do this. I really makes me sad and I really, really feel bad for my dad but we just can't manage any more with the kidlets. It's hard enough to manage our time with just us, my parents, my family and my sister's family. Jenn just move to the northside already.
* I always have to take some sort of drug to get to sleep on Christmas Eve.
* I always wake up 10 million times during the night on Christmas Eve.
* I do not like going to church but I CRAVE, yes crave, to sing O Holy Night at Christmas. Not just in the living room by myself but to really, really sing it. The reference here is that if I went to church I could sing it. But fun girl beverages erase my inhabitions and I don't think drinks and me singing in a church would leave a good taste in anyone's mouth. I however would think I was a diva and a damn fine singer.
* The part of "fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices, oh night divine" has always been very powerful. Not really the works but the creshendo (spelling) and the power of the voices has always moved me. I LOVED singing that with the choir.
* I have a hard time going to the Fredericton All Schools Girl Choir concert because I miss singing in the choir so much. Especially at Christmas. There was a reunion either last year or the year before for the choir that was a surprise for the director. Joel Tranquilla will never know how much that meant to me and how much I enjoyed it.

Oh, it's 4:18 but get ready to go home. I'll write more on this another time.


I haven't posted an annoyance for awhile so here is one today. A few of my co-workers feel the need to comment on everything (which is alot) that I put in my mouth. That bugs the crap out of me on it's own. But then they like to amp it up just a bit more. Next they walk over and stick their nose in whatever I'm eating and smell it. It drives me crazy. Yuck! If I wanted your germy germs all over my food, I'd just ask you to sneeze on it. It would save us the conversation and then I could just get on with my business.
I'm admittedly a bit, just a tad, okay maybe a whole lot of a germ-o-phobe. BUT I typcially share food etc. I'll give my friends a bite or a sip of anything. I just ask that you please don't stick your nose in it and breath all over it.
Next time someone does that I should push their face into it. It would serve two purposes - 1) I think they'd get the message loud and clear 2) It would be funny as hell.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

SuperGeek, SuperGeek

It's Saturday evening and Mr. Princess and I are sitting side by side on the couch. Each of has our own laptop and we're typing away. The front window curtains are open and I just said "Anyone who looks in here is going to think we are super geeks." He said "Instant message me if you want to talk to me." Even worse is that we are laughing and the sounds Windows can make. Oye, if he comes out of the bedroom with a pocket protector in the morning we are in trouble. Gotta go now and tape my glasses together before I put them on. Maybe later I'll go make some crafts with paper and glue.

Friday, November 10, 2006


So remember last week I when I was restless and looking for some fun? And I said I needed Holly fun? Well guess who shows up from Toronto to spend the afternoon with me? HOLLY! There was an email from her when I got to work that said "Are you working today?" I asked why and she said she was in Moncton and would come to F'ton if I could get the afternoon off. Well, of course I would take the afternoon off. Thankfully, I have a great boss.
She got here around 11:30 and we went for lunch. Then we headed to Nick's store to get some scrapbook supplies (Holly introduced me to scrapbooking), then we hit Winners for the traditional hooker underwear search, then to the mall, and finally to Starbucks. It was great. We didn't do anything too exciting but we had some great laughs and a lot of fun. I haven't seen her since last December but we picked right back up.
Her boyfriend, and I'm sure soon to be husband, was recently transferred to Moncton. So Holly travels to Moncton every 2 weeks to see him. Though it's not a great set upfor her, it means that I will get to see her more often.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

It Has Finally Happened!

Britney Spears has filed for divorce from Kevin Federline. It's about damn time those two jokers split up. Yes, I follow celeb gossip. Just check out the links off to the left there. I read it on Pink is the New Blog first and then confirmed it on CNN. If you see it on CNN it has to be true ;)

Here's how it went down. Britney said "Hit Me, Baby, One More Time" and you're out of here. Kevin said "Oops, I Did It Again" and Britney said "You Drive Me Crazy" and "You're Toxic". She kicked his ass to the curb and upon self-reflecting she realized "I'm Not Girl, Not Yet A Woman". Then I said "Suck it up princess you made your bed now lie in it!" And that, my friends, is a work of art.

There seem to be along of single celeb mothers out there. Mr. Princess is of the opnion that celebrities should not have children because they divorce so much. At first I laughed at him but look at some of the very nasty divorces going on...Kim Basinger & Alec Baldwin, Paul McCartney & Heather Mills, Denise Richards & Charlie Sheen (although they're not as bad lately). Children usually know what is going on and now these kids get to see it in mags too.

I fully expect to get some flack for celebrating this news. But I *know* some of you follow celeb gossip too.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Need To Be Medicated

My drive to work today was pure and utter hell and nothing short of it. I'm sure there are many other Frederictonians telling very similar stories this morning. I'm telling you that if a doctor had taken my blood pressure after I finally parked that beast of a car, I would be on BP meds for the rest of my days.
Now, I should say that I hate the first snow. Seriously, I do. Not because I'm afraid of the driving conditions but because people are ridiculous. It's like the forget how to drive in the snow from year to year. Hello???? We live in snows EVERY year around this time. I used to bitch about the people who waited until after the first snow to put on their winter tires. Well, I'm one of those morons this year. I have very bald all season tires on my car. Let me say that the reason for not having winter tires is not because of our lack of trying.
We have been trying to get winter tires on our car for a few weeks now...much to my frustration. We sold our Jeep this part March and got a Nissan Altima. My Jeep Liberty was not an attractive vehicle but I was safe in it. I travel to the ass end of nowhere by myself for work. My 4 wheel drive saved my ass on more than one occassion. Because of this, when we got the car we decided to get me really good studded tires for my travels. EASIER SAID THAN DONE!!! It has been such a headache to get tires on this effing car. I'm not going to telling the long story because it's boring. But I will say it has been weeks that we've been trying to get tires on this car. Now they tell me maybe Wednesday. Great. We've been to numerous places over the past few weeks and the story is the everywhere. They don't have tires in stock or they have one or two.
Here are the highlights of my drive this morning:
* I loved almost sliding into the concrete thing-a-ma-bob going up the ramp on the bridge.
* I also love sliding through the intersection in front of the Centennial Building even though I was not going any faster than 20 km/h.
* The lady who turned into the parking lot before letting me exit and almost spun into my car is getting a one way ticket to Camp Stupid.

I want my Jeep back. It wasn't pretty but it was mine and I didn't slide around in it.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Meant To Be

Yesterday morning I was sitting at the diningroom table reading the newspaper and came across a picture of 2 girls advertising their business. There was no story but the caption said they were Shallan and Sara and they design purses(YAY!). The caption also said they would be at the craft sale at the Exhibit Centre this weekend. I love that sale and go every year. Good thing I saw the pic. I also loved the purses so I called my mom and sis to see if they wanted go. Both were on board and we agreed to meet there at 5:45. Side note - Jenn it would be way easier if you just moved to the northside...sigh. Anyway, mom and I were a bit early so we went to get coffee and tea for the 3 of us at Tims. We get back to the sale and Jenn walks in 30 seconds later. The first thing she does is tell us the sale closes at 6 pm (remember it is now 5:45). We're like no its open until 9. So I grab a list of vendors and sure enough it closes at 6. Damn! I pretty much run to the purse booth. I took $30 with me thinking that was all I was willing to pay for a purse. I saw them and they were $50. I loved them but couldn't really justify spending $50. The purses were leather, just the right size, and had the most adorable and funky designs on them. Not to mention that the girls selling them, Shallan and Sara, were sweet as pie. So I'm looking at all the purses, alright fawning over all the purses, and trying to walk away due to the price. But they were so cute. Jenn says I have cash if you want to borrow $20 and pay me tomorrow. Well, I only took $30 on purpose.
Then it happened. Jenn tells me there are sayings in the purses. Too frigging cute! I start looking in all the purses. I looked inside one that had an outside design that I love. Guess what it said inside???? Just flipping well guess!! SUCK IT UP PRINCESS Sold to the sucker in the orange vest. I mean, seriously, how could I not buy it!?!?! It was meant to be, it was written in the stars. We're the best of friends already.

Now, I know that you are all just dying to find out where you can get your purse. I've got your back girls. I brought home lots of their business cards and even asked if they'd be willing to come to my house and do a home presentation for you all. They don't normally do that but they agreed. So let me know if you're interested.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Sun = Better Mood

The sun is out and I'm in a much better frame of mind today. In fact, I'm bordering hyper.

Even being in a good mood Fridays are brutally long. Oye. I looked at the clock this morning and couldn't believe it was only 10:15. I thought for sure it was almost lunch time. This afternoon is slow but a bit better. We've decided to institute "Cake Friday" here at the office. As I've mentioned before, I love cake so this is all good for me. The cake had blue icing today and now I have blue teeth. It's really a lovely match to my blue eyes.

I'm just kinda bored and rambly. I'm considering taking Jillian to a hockey game tonight. I really depends on her mood when Mr. Princess and I pick her up. She's been a bit yowly the past few days.

I wonder how Mr. Princess would like being called that if he knew? It makes me giggle. He's a pretty good sport so I've decided the name is going stick. I like it and that's really all that matters.

My plan for work today was to clean my office. It was pretty freaking messy yesterday. I started to clean it this morning but got way-layed and now it looks like a bomb went off in here. There are piles of files every where. Ha! Say that ten time fast!

Tonight I'm going to make more Christmas cards. I have orders for over 200 again this year. When I started circulating my order book I said I was just going to let it go and not limit the orders. But I chickened out and pulled it out of circulation after 200 orders again this year. I've had cramps in my arms and neck for the past few days from making so many cards. I've also gone through 3 blades for my paper trimmer. I'm forcing myself to stay up until 11 pm every night until they are done. Once the order cards are done I'll start on making my X-mas gifts and my personal cards to send out. Sooooo.....anyone want to come work at my Christmas card sweatshop? Crappy working conditions, no pay, and a boss who has a real Princess Complex. C'mon, join me. I'm a fun girl!

Okay one last thing, a man I work with looked at me this afternoon and said "I like your jeans." after I walked past him. I turned and said "My jean jacket?" He said "No your pants." Ummm...thanks for checking out my ass???

Thursday, November 02, 2006

I Need Some Excitment

So I've realized more and more lately that I am highly affected by the weather. More specifically there seems to be a corelation between my good or bad moods and good or bad weather. When the sun is out and usually in a great mood. When it's rainy I'm not necessarily in a bad mood, althought that does happen, but I'm much more subdued and in more of a thinking mood. Oddly, I don't get the winter blues.
Today is pretty cold and rainy...Ewwww. Just the type of weather that makes my mood a bit more subdued. Maybe it's just the weather but I'm craving excitement. I'm not exactly sure what I need but I'm thinking its a let loose and just go kinda fun. The kind where afterwards you say "OMG, that was such a great time!" No offense to any of my other buddies but I think I need Holly fun. I have a friend Holly, who now lives in Toronto, and we have the type of fun where anything can happen...all legal and legit of course but fun. We have very similar personalities. Let's face it, all my friends who read this will agree that I'm the risk-taker of the group and a tad more daring, in some respects, than the rest of you. Holly and I are very similar like that. In fact, she's the only other person I know who has "experienced Brazil"...LOL.

I'm sure my super fun craving will tone down when the weather improves.