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The PromoGuy dot Net Monday Mission 2.12. 1. What helps you get started every morning? Breakfast.  Without breakfast I'm tetchy and irritable.  And probably irritating too. 1. What is the most memorable thing anyone has ever made for you? Hubby planned a trip to San Diego for

Saw "Ice Age" last night with Pat and Jodi.  Great film, shame about the mass infestation of pre-teens who think it's acceptable behaviour to talk ALL THROUGH THE FILM.  And applaud at random moments.  Why?  What's the point, other than irritating everyone else in

The Friday Five. <li><b>What is your favourite time of year?</b> <br>Spring/summer.</li> <li><b>What is it about your favourite season that, well, makes it your favourite season?</b>

Last night was our first marital running-out-of-petrol drama.  It happened under near textbook conditions: after dark (10:30 pm), in cold weather (-9C or 15F), without cell phones, and after a stressful day (building inspection day for the house).  Happily we were on a downhill slope, less than a mile

Last Friday, when we saw the last two houses, Janis (the real estate agent) asked if we'd started dreaming about houses yet.  I had dreamed the night before about moving into a big old house and having an Emperor penguin delivered in a wooden barrel.  Apparently the penguin

The termite Gestapo visited the house today, and pronounced it free of wood chewing buglets.  Which is good, because it's a wooden house.  No termites now, no evidence of them being there before, or of them being "treated," aka exterminated, squished, poisoned, sued for criminal trespass,

Everyone else is doing it.  The Friday Five, for your reading pleasure, and my avoidance-of-doing-the-filing pleasure. <li><b>What's your favourite animal?</b> <br>Meerkat, Duckbilled Platypus, Russian Blue cat.</li> <li><b>What

Saw another two houses this lunch time.  The basements are all starting to blur together into one big generic basement.  One house was OK, needed a lot of redecorating work, some nasty wood stuff stripped off and redone in the back room, but there was almost no kitchen counter space.

Stupid health insurance.  "Oh yes Mrs Hawke, that's our mistake, we'll refile the claim and pay it."  Really?  So why have I got another bill for it a month later?  Why am I sat on hold again, listening to syrupy music again, reciting date