Hold On To Your Panties, People!

Citrusboy opted not to get The Logan for now and instead went for the Chrome Dome, in an effort to raise some money for pediatric cancer.

The Hair, still intact, but quaking at its roots in silent desperation, praying for a last minute reprieve.
And it's off to keep someone else's head warm on those cold Winterpeg nights.
Let the shaving begin! Right down the middle! Excellent! They should have left it just like that... except I have to go home with him, so on second thought, maybe not.
For all his pains, citrusboy got a free steak dinner complete with beer,
some Manitoba Moose hockey tickets (too bad they weren't playing the Toronto Marlins, but I think we would have been booed right out of the stadium!),
and best of all, he got to help raise some money for cancer!


What? What was that? You actually want to see what he looks like now? Well, alrighty, you asked for it!



As for my hair (and who really cares about that now, anyway), it's still intact - just slightly shorter and more Rory-esque.
A great big thanks to those who supported us! You guys rock!

So How Do You Like Me Now?

Blog Scavenger?

I like this idea of a Blog Scavenger Hunt, so I'm stealing the idea from Better Safe Than Sorry who got it from here.

Also, it saves my lazy ass from actually typing something...

So, ladies and germs, without further ado:

Not Allowed
Leftovers
A Fridge

(our only fridge, by the way...)

Hair, Be Gone!

Citrusboy is turning 30 next week, so he's decided he can no longer respectably wear the long hair.
So on the 22nd, snippity-snip it goes.
He's going for The Logan (Echolls, not Huntzburger (perish the thought)):
Now, even though we've been here in the 'Peg for almost two years, we've never gotten a haircut here. We've always gone back to Toronto to get the deed done. (I hear ya'll screaming - SNOBS!!! Don't worry, my hearing is very good.)

So being a little leary of the hairdressers in this fair city, I've waited over a year to get another haircut:
I am truly freaked out about it, but have decided on a Rory:
I have actually found an Aveda salon and booked an appointment. *sob* No Civello for me this time around. I pray it turns out at least halfway decent.

Oy. Oy. Oy.

See that? Do you see that? Yes, it's snow. Lots of it. Snow in March. Snow nine days away from spring. NINE, people, NINE.

Sigh.

Random Poll

Well, not so much with the random, but a poll nonetheless.

To see INXS in concert or not to see INXS in concert. That is the... Well, you get the picture.

It's kind of a travesty to see JD Fortune up there instead of good ole Michael Hutchence, but JD is from Oakville and that kinda makes me proud, sad as that may be.

Decisions, decisions. What do you all think?

I just finished watching the newest episode of Gilmore Girls.

And the funniest thing I ever saw: Sebastian Bach singing Hollaback Girl.

And if that wasn't hilarious enough, he goes on to sing: Wooo oooo, this my shh, this my shh...

I fell to the floor, laughing until it hurt.

Props to you, Rebecca Rand Kirshner!