Obama, meet Osama.

You know what really bug me about us Canadians? We don't give a rat's ass about our Canadian politics, and we show it by not voting because according to us, all the candidates suck. I was listening to the news in the truck today, and the presidential swearing-in was being broadcast all over Toronto. Apparently, it was also broadcast on a bigscreen in the middle of Dundas Square, and the reporter covering the event said Torontonians were crying, laughing, dancing and overall just celebrating Barack Obama's new presidency.

Just making a point. We won't even VOTE for a new leader in Canada because we're so apathetic about it, but we're all terribly excited about the President.

Not that I blame anyone. I am personally thrilled that for the first time ever, there is a black president in the White House, and it just goes to show you how far we've come, in some respects anyway. I think Obama will do a good job, too. He's fairly young, optomistic, and idealistic, but a realist. In fact, he reminds me of JFK. JFK had his faults, but still, everyone bloody loved him because he had a genuine interest in improving the country.

I kinda knew he was a shoo-in for the winner, too. If you ask me, I think people were getting sick of the good ol' boys club from the South and as far as I'm concerned, John McCain didn't stand a chance.

My only concern for Barack Obama is if he's going to be able to live up to everyone's expectations. I believe he'll keep his promises, but I think a lot of people have built him up as some kind of superhero and that's a lot of pressure to deal with. He'll make some small boo boo and people everywhere will be shakiing their heads in disappointment..When George Bush was elected, people sat back and said, "Well, I wonder how THIS one's gonna screw up the country." Barack Obama, however, got everyone so stirred up I don't think they'll settle down for some time. His slogan promises of hope and change actually made a difference in the way everyone in the world thought about politics, like for the first time, real change was possible.

I certainly hope so, and again, I wish him the best of luck.

I hope that he finds Osama Bin Laden one day and kicks the living shit out of him.

GO, OBAMA!

"Well, if you ask me, I think she's had work done."

Yes, the blog's had a facelift, not me.
Trimmed the fat, added some new features, and went for a more polished look.
The Pepto Bismol pink was really getting on my nerves too.

I leave you with this:




Someone on the net pointed out something interesting in the photos, as you may see in the close up. No wonder the kids won't eat it.

His n' Hers

HEY, EVERYBODY! (Assuming anyone is actually reading this)
I hope everyone had a lovely holiday season, and are now wallowing in post New Year's resolution regrets. But anyway, the new year is always a new start for everyone in some way, and I'm no exception. To explain, I wrote in my last post that Gerry and I finally got our lovely house and we were moving in February.

It's January 10, and the preparations are moving at a mad pace. As a result, everyone close to me is in a state of studied chaos. I've packed up almost an entire house, with my mother's help, and she's still nagging me to "get things done". The kids are going off the wall because I've been going through their things and tossing stuff deemed not fit to enter 'my house'. "YOU'RE NOT THROWING THAT AWAY! I NEED THAT!"

Even Gerry is doing his thing and prepping for the move, which in itself is shocking because he does nearly everything on the fly. He might think about something for six months, but once he decides it's the right thing he wants it done yesterday. He has actually taken the trouble to pack things in boxes. During his last move everything was crammed in like, six boxes and the rest was stuffed in plastic bags or tossed in his garage.

Which brings me to the fact that because of this move, we've talked of nothing but furniture placement, draperies, big screen plasma tv's, schools, big screen plasma tv's, new stools for the island in the kitchen, and big screen plasma tv's. Geez, you think Gerry wants a new big screen plasma tv?

The new house, which is actually about 50 years old and getting extensive renovations before we move in, is actually going to look really beautiful when the contractors are done with it. It has what is basically a dream kitchen, beautiful new floors, and all kinds of bells and whistles. Our friend who owns the home and is doing the renos is basically catering to our wants because he wants us there for a long time. Kind of like the I Love Lucy Show where the Ricardos sign a 99 year lease over to the Mertzes. They added a new fireplace in the living room on the main floor, and lo and behold, isn't there a framed space above it for a plasma. Not just any old tv, but a 55 inch space for an enormous frigging monstrosity of a plasma. I happen to know it's 55 inches because Gerry's already measured it. According to him, it'll look stupid if we put anything smaller there.

My only bone of contention with this lovely house is the shelving. Our friend decided to put built in shelves on either side of the fireplace, and they do look great. My theory is, though, if you're going to have shelves, they have to be functional or they just take up space. Meaning, if I have to have shelves, they have to serve a real purpose, 'cause I hate clutter.

Anyway, the homeowner went on vacation during Christmas, and the contracting crew were left to their own devices while our friend was gone. One day, we dropped by to see how the place was progressing, and saw they had put in the built in bookshelves. Great. The only problem was, on one side, they had built an abnormally tall, shallow shelf. I assumed they were fitting an extra shelf in between. They told me no, it was to be used to 'put a tall vase or something in'. Hmph. I'm thinking to myself, I don't have a tall vase to put in this ridiculous shelf, I don't want a tall vase, and I certainly don't plan on buying a tall vase to accomodate this young upstart of a contractor who took it upon himself to 'design' our shelving.

Long story short, after much bitching in Gerry's ear and him finally throwning his hands up in the air and exclaiming "ALRIGHT! I'll find some way to split the shelf!" I was happy. I felt a little guilty after and I'm sure that Gerry was suddenly seeing me in a new light. His low maintenance, easy going girlfriend was suddenly morphing into THE WIFE who has an input on all decisions regarding where we live. He knows I'm willing to compromise, though. He gets his big screen plasma, and I get both master bedroom closets. He gets the garage, and I get the bathroom to do with what I wish. It's a win-win situation. He no longer has to rely on takeout for dinner and I don't have to do home repairs all by myself anymore.

And the best part is, now I get to cuddle up to him every night, and it's a permanent thing, not just a date. That's why we're doing this whole thing, after all, and it's something I try never to lose sight of.