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!

So I was waiting to go into my bio exam tonight, when I caught sight of a T-shirt that read:

If At First You Don't Succeed....

Go To The U of M.

Heh. You don't say?

Cold Enough For Ya?

Welcome to -40C, my friends. (That's also -40F for those of you not on the metric scale.)

It's so cold my lip gloss froze. And I was only outside for, oh, a grand total of five minutes.

Never thought I'd live to see the day where that happens.

Enjoy the snow, Winnipeg. And Toronto? I hate you.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

Sephora: Now for Kitties

Sephora, the ultimate kitty playground:



Cow Kitty trying to get some Fatty tail.

I guess that's better than Sephora?

Rice Whosit?

Remember the marshmallow incident?

We ended up with this huge slab of marshmallow sitting in our fridge, when citrusboy got the bright (and when I say bright, I don't mean it laced with sarcasm) idea to make rice crispy squares.

So off he went with a pot, some butter, some Snap, Crackle, and Pop, and the marshmallow du slab.

And let me tell you: most awesome rice crispy squares (er, rice crispy slab) EVER. E-V-E-R. So, so good.
I think it was the homemade marshmallow that did the trick, so maybe, just maybe Carcin O'Genic is a genius in disguise.

Underwear Drama Mama

I'm at the gym yesterday, fresh from the shower, walking around in my skivvies, 'cause, well, I can and so I will.

The woman next to me looks at me and says "Cute underwear. Those are so fun. You really need to wear something fun once in a while, hey?"

Seriously? You're talking to me about my underwear while I'm standing around in my underwear. Really?

Oh My God, Winnipeg people. Get a grip! Don't talk to people about their underthings as they walk around half-nakid. I mean, really. You people just love to blah-dee-blah don't you? I'm in my underwear for crying out loud.

So I told her they glowed in the dark and moved the hell away from her.

And just for reference, these are the infamous pair:
Aren't they fun?

Gag Me

Just went to Shoppers because I had some free time and decided that maybe I needed some new perfume.

So a-spraying I went. And now I'm paying for it. I reek to high heaven of:

Baby Phat. Which smells a lot better now that it has dried down. But still. Ugh.

Paris Hilton. I thought I liked this one, but now not so sure.

Brit-Brit's Fantasy. Nice and sweet. Kinda makes me want to vomit a cupcake. A pink, icing-laden cupcake.

I can't get this damned stuff off. It's so bad I can actually taste it.

Help. Me. Please.

4 Things.....

Stole this from Travel Bug Chronicles, who found this on Mez's blog.

As it really helps me out with not having to write an actual post, here are my 4 things:

4 Jobs You Have Had in Your Life (in Chronological Order):

4. Medical Secretary at a Walk-in Clinic
3. Sales associate in the crappiest retail store EVER
2. Research Assistant for Product Development for the Military
1. Pharmacy Assistant

4 Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:

4. Dirty Dancing
3. Breakfast Club
2. Grease
1. Bridget Jones

4 Places You Have Lived:

4. Krakow, Poland
3. Vienna, Austria
2. Toronto, Canada
1. Winnipeg, Canada. Uh huh.

4 TV Shows You Love to Watch:

4. Corner Gas
3. Lost
2. Veronica Mars
1. Gilmore Girls

4 Places You Have Been on Vacation:

4. Florida
3. Dominican Republic
2. Cuba
1. New York

4 Websites You Visit Daily:

4. eBay.ca
3. sephora.com
2. televisionwithoutpity.com
1. university website

4 of Your Favourite Foods:

4. Wings with Thai Chili sauce
3. Pad Thai
2. Pierogies
1. Sushi

4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now:

4. on a beach in a warm country, like the Dominican Republic
3. touring Europe on a dime
2. in Yorkdale. *sob* Oh my god, sooooooooob...
1. home in Toronto for a visit, or better yet, a permanent stay

4 Bloggers You Are Tagging:

4. New Homeowner
3. Rinny
2. Better Safe Than Sorry
1. And the person who didn't bother reading this except for this last line

The iPod Oracle

Also stolen from Travel Bug and Mez.

I give you the same lame excuse while I force you to read this.

This is the iPod (or iTunes) Oracle Meme. You stick your iPod on shuffle, and let the songs answer the questions. The results are actually pretty funny!

Q. What do you think of me, iPod Mini?
A. Airbag (Radiohead)

How comforting. Even my iMoo thinks I'm a little iCuckoo.

Q. Will I have a happy life?
A. Fat Lip (Sum 41)

Is that like fat chance? And do I need to get a divorce?

Q. What do my friends really think of me?
A. A Little Respect (Erasure)

Do I need to get some, or do they have so very little?

Q. Do people secretly lust after me?
A. Hollaback Girl (Gwen Stefani)

I guess that's a no. Or I'm a whore and they do? Or I ain't gonna suffer no fools lightly? I dunno.

Q. What should I do with my life?
A. The Promise (When in Rome)

I must devote my life to citrusboy. Got it.

Q. Why must life be so full of pain?
A. My Perogative (Britney Spears)

What do you know? Either my own ass causes me pain or the fact that Brit-Brit is still singing does.

Q. How can I maximize pleasure during sex?
A. Let's Get Rocked (Def Leppard)

Nice. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. I'm leaning towards bad.

Q. Will I die happy?
A. Make Up Your Mind (Theory of a Deadman)

That can't be a good sign.

Q. Can you give me some advice?
A. We Are Lost Together (Blue Rodeo)

Oy. This is getting worse by the minute. Isn't it?

Q. What do you think happiness is?
A. Don't Phunk with My Heart (Black Eyed Peas)

Happiness is wondering if you're going to get screwed over? Nice.

Q. What's my favourite fetish?
A. Hash Pipe (Weezer)

Ha! Good one.

~Life's Extra Questions~

Q. What song should be played at my funeral?
A. Alone in the Universe (David Usher)

Isn't that the kicker?

Q. Am I a good person?
A. Sellout (citrusboy)

So not a good sign.

Q. Is the universe never-ending?
A. Heaven (Live)

Is that a no?

Q. Am I an idiot for doing this?
A. Does Your Mother Know? (ABBA)

I think the iMoo concurs.

A Night of Debauchery - Winnipeg Style!

So Carsin O' Genic came over Saturday night, armed with the plan to make marshmallows from scratch.

Having taken refuge in the office (Veronica Mars being more sane than those two), I heard a scream emanating from the other room.

Oh My God. What have they done? To my kitchen?
I do believe Carcin O' Genic has had better ideas.

Maybe.

My Christmas Story

I guess it's about time I relegated y'all with my Christmas (mis)adventures.

I know, I know. A month too late. I'm the laziest person alive, so shoot me.

Well, for Christmas Eve dinner, I made the traditional Polish Wigilia feast. This included buying an entire fish (traditional Carp, to be exact), descaling it, gutting it, chopping its head off, and cutting it into steaks. Needless to say, I let citrusboy do the nasty bits, but I did manage to descale it, thank you very much.

I would just like to add, that if I was in Toronto, I could by-pass all the nasty bits plus descaling and just buy the carp already done up and ready to fry. But, alas, I am in Winnipeg....

So, anyhoo, we bread and etcetera the durned thing, which happens to look like this:
Tasty, eh?

Final result? Slightly better looking.
I also managed to make, from scratch I might emphasize here, uszka z zurem, which are mushroom-filled dumplings in a ryemeal soup.

The funnest part was the dough. No really, I LOVE struggling with dough that will not stay put. And to top it off, I discovered I did not actually posses a rolling pin. Empty wine bottle to the rescue, it is. Good thing we're guzzling alcoholics.

And do I really have to add that were I in Toronto, I could just buy the dumplings frozen and pop them into a pot, ready to boil? No, I don't think I need to add that. Hmm, seems I already did. Ah well. Thems the breaks.

End result? Very tastey, according to citrusboy.
So good, in fact, that he wants them again next year. I think not.

Next year: frozen salmon steaks and store-bought pierogies. I don't care, it's not worth the aggravation.

Stay tuned for the Kris Kringle fun. ( I know, I know, but I'm L-A-Z-Y. LAZY!)

Went to my first Kickboxing class yesterday.


Never thought I'd be so stupid as to actually pay someone to try and kill me.

Imagine, if you will, five consecutive non-weekend days of the week. Then, imagine four midterms and an essay. Then, combine those two images into one.

That is my life.

Oh Winnipeg, I am so grateful. No, really. You have given me yet another opportunity to HATE YOUR ASS.