“i haven’t seen you in ages!”
“i know. i know.”
“How have you been?????”
“great. really great. but sooooo busy. but it’s all good things. but still, so busy. we totally need to get together soon!”
i have this conversation a lot. too often, to be honest. sadly, though, it’s the truth. i have so much going on right now. Between my actual job, for which i’m currently in grade 7 forensic science and advertising research mode, my side job, Juice, for which i’m currently in talks to be working the red carpet at the upcoming Gemini awards (huzzah!), my other side job, being a McMom, for which i’m currently trying to sum up my two day-stint in Edmonton where i got to work behind the counter at a McDonald’s restaurant
(which, ps, was nothing short of a colossal eye-opener for me, having NEVER worked in an eating establishment. my visor’s off to McDonald’s employees everywhere. i don’t even have the guns to lift the ketchup dispenser properly. heh.)
and see behind-the-scenes at the Cargill Meat plant where ALL McDonald’s hamburgers are made. and to wear the superfancy steel-toed rubber shoes they provided…
(so that’s what these pictures are from. NO, i didn’t quit my day job to work at McDonald’s. i know i confused some of you. well, most of you actually)
my three children, one of which needs to see a specialist for his ear-wax buildup (i so wish i was kidding) (i so wish i didn’t need to take off work this afternoon to take him to see someone to flush out his ears) (gross) (but maybe after this, he’ll stop saying “huh?” so much) (although likely not, knowing my boy)
my random celebrity hook-ups, for which i’ll have you know, i have NO shame. i will totally, like a total tool, walk up to Don Cherry, while he is talking hockey with a group of very cocked-out men and ask to take a picture. or 8. because, i mean, well, it’s Don Cherry. he’s a Canadian institution. (um, yeah, why in the sam hell do i look so pasty? i mean, we’re talking like Edward Cullen pasty) (at least i didn’t look that pasty when i met up with her, who drove a long way to have drinks with me and talk about IUDs and very classy men and totally get lost trying to find the fancy matrix hotel. short, but not pasty. mwah. love her.)
in short, i am busy.
but somehow i still managed to go to a charity art auction last night (where i surprisingly won a painting! and when i say ‘won’ i really mean, had the top bid and now have to pay for….so, it really isn’t winning so much as it is ‘buying’ so last night i bought a painting. heh) and see the new James Bond, which i enjoyed, despite its mixed reviews. what I, however, have mixed reviews about is Daniel Craig. at times, i’m all, mmmmm…Daniel Craig is running.
run, James, run. but then he stops running (*sigh*) and stops using his magical blue eyed jedi tricks and he’s just, well, he’s just not all that hot.
and now i’m off to have my coffee and my vanilla-creme filled dunkin donuts that Jack and Ilana brought me home from Montreal last night. Montreal has Dunkin Donuts. what? who knew? i am so in a world of trouble. because we all know what happened the last time i had the donuts delivered….
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