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Published on March 30, 2007 by Corinna Carlson | 0 Comments

The visit with C.J is awesome. You should all be jealous.
Blogger meet ups are fun! Hard to believe he is here ALL the way from England. He drinks a lot of tea.
Not much time to give details ‘cept even Gus likes him. AND he brought her a wee gift.
We all still have the weekend to go.
But these are important photos and they need to be shown to you now.

C.J as a Canuck.

C.J masters Guitar Hero.

Ps. We watched Stranger Than Fiction last night and not one of us liked it. It lagged, it dragged, and every scene that was any good was in the preview. It didn’t make me want to poke my eyes out, I did laugh at parts but I don’t remember C.J or Adam laughing in a good way at all.

Ugly Feet.

Published on March 10, 2007 by Corinna Carlson | 0 Comments

So basically what went down was this, we were watching a show, a bio of sorts, I can’t remember, it was on Elvis and it didn’t seem unauthorized and they were talking about the ‘groupies’ the female ones and how Elvis had a person on his staff that picked out women for him at concerts- as if the KING has time to pick out his own orgy parties, my gawd. And they specified in this piece that Elvis had a foot fetish. Not just one person talked about it various people did, about how the girls’ feet were a big deal.

I turned to Adam completely disillusioned and said something to the affect of- I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!! ELVIS WOULD NOT HAVE SLEPT WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE UGLY FEET?????

I have two hammer toes, one on each foot next to my baby toes. I took this pretty hard. I mean at least let it be that I’m not pretty enough or that my boobs are too small or that I have a double chin, fuck I don’t care just don’t make me feel like a mutant all over again like I did when I read The Chrysalids as a kid. That book scared me. The thought that I could have to live my entire life hiding two toes. Two simple, extremely small, good for nothing but causing extra pain in shoes, toes, I’ve never fully let it go. I’d have spent my life in constant fear always looking over my shoulder, never taking off my socks, THE HORROR. And now I find out HAD I have been alive back then and HAD I have gone to an Elvis concert determined to bed The King, I’d have been kicked out on my arse for my bloody FEET.

As far as I know we are all allowed to dream and although one of my dreams has never been to sleep with Elvis, I was born the year he died, I was devastated and also shocked that Adam understood my pain, I didn’t ask WHY I just went with that one but getting over this won’t be easy. I don’t know why I care but I do. I blame it on The Chrysalids that book can fuck you up man and make you think Elvis would have slept with you when in all reality you weren’t even born and never wanted to sleep with Elvis anyway.

Published on March 6, 2007 by Corinna Carlson | 0 Comments

Yesterday something truly amazing happened in the life of this here Housewife Extraordinaire. I discovered something so spectacular while it was happening I could not believe I had never done it before but then I could believe it because I hate washing pots.

Pots are such a pain in the ass. They are big and awkward and even if you rinse them right when you use them they still have stains or you miss something. Sometimes all the pots in the whole apartment are dirty because I hate washing them so much I strike out against them and they sit there laughing at me because THEY KNOW the longer I leave them the harder they are to clean. Stupid pots.

I always wash the pots last because my disdain for them runs so deep. But by the time I am through all the other dishes I generally look at the pots and just think- next time, I’ll wash them next time, if Adam needs one he can wash it he is stronger and can wash one faster anyway- I find any excuse possible to leave them. If I could send them out to be cleaned, I would.

Yesterday while doing my wifely duties I looked at those pots. All of them, the whole set and thought fuck it, maybe I’ll wash them first instead of in my obsessive compulsive ORDER of glasses, mugs, then small plates then bowls, (silverware can be washed at any point before I change the water over) at this point I generally do a water change over and it is onto big plates anything else NOT pots and not super dirty like say the juice jug or the pasta strainer and THEN I wash the pots. We have a grill as well, I can’t even go there. Anyway, I washed the pots first and then I changed the water over and started on the glasses and it was LIKE the pots did not even exist it was AWESOME. BUT I still hate pots.

This post has been brought to you by ‘Lagostina’ pots.

Published on March 1, 2007 by Corinna Carlson | 0 Comments

Today it is trying to snow; downtown it isn’t trying very hard. I think it snowed in the burbs yesterday. It was sunny downtown though and Adam got home from work super early and we have been itching to golf so even though the TEMP greens are still up till March 11 we went and played. We really didn’t get to go very much last year because most of our spare time and money went to the wedding. It was a wee bit chilly. I have two long sleeve shirts on under my sweater and super warm socks on in my rain boots that I kept calling wellies to which Adam kept asking what he heck I was saying and I said, wellies it is ENGLISH and I said he better get used to words like bloke and flat, bloody and rubbish because we have a friend, THE C.J. Hixon with a ‘booked and paid’ for week long visit at the end of March all the way from England and I love accents and cool new words and slang. SWEET. I’m going to take him EVERYWHERE and we will play a lot of golf and he will probably laugh at how I say EH after EVERYTHING. Sucks not having a car but I still know all the cool places to take visitors and I seem to enjoy showing off the city even though I have all those other issues with the ‘outside world’ and I haven’t gotten to do it in a while. All parties are excited Adam is trying to find cool bands to go see when we aren’t playing gui-tars and GUITAR HERO!

YAY! We golfed!





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* I am super happy because I executed a perfect bump and run and was left with a gimme for par, granted had it have been perfect I’d have gotten a birdie but whatever was winter greens.