<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:01:01.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Show</title><subtitle type='html'>I live in toronto...I love books...Scary movies scare me...I love to laugh...I am 29 years &lt;u&gt;OLD&lt;/u&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-116371699940878630</id><published>2006-11-16T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:22:19.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I never know what to write about. I would like to have fun and exciting stories to tell, adventures to recount but it's just not happening. Life's going pretty calmly. I work, I go out with friends, read... a lot, and visit my fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books? Did I mention books? Why yes I did! I've been lucky enough to'v read some really good ones in the last while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stardust by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwjack by Hunter S. Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume by Patrick Suskind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind I'm a fast reader with these books taking as little as an evening to a week to read. Being on the subway for just over an hour five days a week helps too. If you're looking for a good book to read, read any of the one's above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I've FINALLY updated this monkey-on-my-back blog. I'll try to do it more often. Especially when exciting things happen like the other day while I was waiting for the light to change. My mom and I were at Coxwell and Gerrard waiting when the person in the car in front of us kept waving. My mom and I didn't respond cos we didn't think it was to us, but then when we passed I saw it was one of my all-time favourite frineds. We pulled over, hugged, talked and now I have this awesome person back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then my lovelies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-116371699940878630?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/116371699940878630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/116371699940878630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_11_12_archive.html#116371699940878630' title='???'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-115629066026972403</id><published>2006-08-22T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:51:00.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gather my wits....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ron-eldard.com/Gallery/albums/userpics/10006/Diggers.jpg" height="225" width="340"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0469897/" target="_blank"&gt;Diggers&lt;/a&gt; is going to be at the &lt;a href="http://www.e.bell.ca/filmfest/2006/home/default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;festival&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be cool...must stay cool...I can do this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-115629066026972403?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115629066026972403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115629066026972403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115629066026972403' title='gather my wits....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-115309244579200928</id><published>2006-08-08T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:55:05.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>times...they are a changin'</title><content type='html'>One thing you can say about this blog....I never let it go more than a month without a post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my new job now. It's such a nice change. I had to say goodbye to my sweet monday to friday schedule that I've held for so long, but like I said, it's a nice change. The commute is a bit longer than my last one but only by 10 minutes. I'm back on the subway again as well so I've been getting a lot of good reading time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I just finished 'the shadow of the wind'...such an amazing book. It's a book about books perfect for booklovers. Now I'm reading 'the birth house'...barely thirty pages in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new schedule I feel like I've been getting out a lot more - being more productive. Been seeing a lot of movies, seeing more of the city and getting together with friends more often. People told me that with taking this new job I'd hate the schedule change....man, were they wrong. I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go. My boys are doing a show at the Diesal Theatre until the 19th. Tonight's their opening night....gotta get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-115309244579200928?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115309244579200928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115309244579200928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_08_06_archive.html#115309244579200928' title='times...they are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-115307915233395672</id><published>2006-07-16T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:45:52.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a quickie</title><content type='html'>I'm at work and really shouldn't be posting....but I found a picture that just about brought tears to my eyes. It's a picture of my grandpa.  Had to share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here he is.....Mr. David O. Peltier:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/davidopeltier.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-115307915233395672?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115307915233395672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115307915233395672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115307915233395672' title='a quickie'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-115153668369744298</id><published>2006-06-28T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:44:05.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rush rush rush...</title><content type='html'>Okay....it's Wednesday night wing night. My posse and I are heading out shortly so this is going to be quick. Let's go point form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it's now exactly one week till I leave festival hall. It's been two years and now I'm on to bigger things. A get-together has been organized for July 7th with some coworkers. I'll take lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-we got central air!!!! ahhhhh.....to sleep with blankets again. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;-I was going to take holidays in August but because of the new jayohbee I can't take them until October. New plans are in the works to go back to NYC - I love it there.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm taking five days off between jobs to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to see Superman tomorrow in 3D imax...gonna be awesome. I saw Click yesterday - bad bad bad movie. I saw Nacho Libre right afterward which was waaaay better. I also don't recommed Cars - too long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;-I also saw Devil Wears Prada. It was great. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;-I had a wonderful night at hemingways recently with a couple friends - didn't get home till midnight on a work night, but it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;-I finished Shantaram. Great book. I recommend it to everyone who likes good books.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm now finally reading Anansi Boys - about halfway into it. Looking good so far.&lt;br /&gt;-I went to a housewarming party on Friday. It was awesome. Amazing food. They set up a huge screen in the backyard, a projector in an upstairs window and showed films. It was very cool.&lt;br /&gt;-On Saturday I went to a dinner party. I made salsa....garlicy garlicy garlicy salsa. It was a hit.&lt;br /&gt;-I need a new wallet and I'm tempted to use the one I got in NYC. I'm still deciding if I should use it or save it for special occassions(a wallet?) but it's so expensive. I'd hate it if I lost it. What to do what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I can think of for now. Wings are calling.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-115153668369744298?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115153668369744298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115153668369744298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115153668369744298' title='rush rush rush...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-115060694391895758</id><published>2006-06-18T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:02:34.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two minutes...</title><content type='html'>Nice little clip I came across...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.broadwayworld.com/vidpopup.cfm?id=404" target="_blank"&gt;Click this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll post tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-115060694391895758?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115060694391895758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/115060694391895758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115060694391895758' title='two minutes...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114859738733063288</id><published>2006-05-25T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:03:29.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>I finally watched Mirror Mask the other night and loved it. The story is a little weak - maybe I would've appreciated it more if I read it ... alas it's a graphic novel - but visually it's amazing.  Dave McKean's talent is effin awesome. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really looking forward to Coraline and I absolutely love the poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/uploaded_images/webPoster_final-743381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/coraline.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the cast is questionable...Dakota Fanning and Teri Hatcher? Are there no other child actresses out there? Luckily it's a stop motion film so it's just their voices we'll have to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114859738733063288?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114859738733063288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114859738733063288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114859738733063288' title='movies'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114782339298974000</id><published>2006-05-16T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:50:57.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pics a la new york</title><content type='html'>And finally...pictures from new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/lagar.jpg" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Brooklyn drink Brooklyn Lagar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/breakie.jpg" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding what to get for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/butts.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/bts.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bums and Times Sqaure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ditched the rain and explored the New York Public Library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/pl9.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/pl6.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved all the stairways - I have WAAAY more pics just like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/skipdavinci.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/plhose.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip solving the Da Vinci Code and an old fire hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/plfountain.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/pl5.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very fancy drinking fountain and a pretty sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/pl1.jpg" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to spend as much time as I wanted to in Central Park...oh well, guess I'll have to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/strawberry.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/cp3.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/cpcar.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/cp1.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/cp5.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/cp7.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/cp8.jpg" height="180" width="250"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/alice.jpg" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Alice in Wonderland sculpture. I wish it was sunnier out - it was so overcast....another reason to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason for the trip....BROADWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/marquee.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/skipalena.jpg" height="250" width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldard's play and skip and alena looking fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/fiennes.jpg" height="180" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip and I were walking on our last day, saw a crowd, went to look only to see this beautiful man...we smiled at eachother....awwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114782339298974000?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114782339298974000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114782339298974000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114782339298974000' title='pics a la new york'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/new%20york/th_lagar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114618280912420806</id><published>2006-04-27T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:13:35.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>never ever ever....</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing that I'm done with at work, it's 'the da vinci code'. every single day it's there.  everywhere.  if it isn't the book itself, it's books just like it or books based on it. there's even a diet book called 'the diet code' that's based on some ancient diet??? what people will come up with! I've decided that I will never read the book....ever. I have, however, decided that I'm going to write a book...ride the coat tails if you will....it's going to be called "the picasso puzzle".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114618280912420806?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114618280912420806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114618280912420806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114618280912420806' title='never ever ever....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114601110074215031</id><published>2006-04-25T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:19:24.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new york new york....</title><content type='html'>okay...so we got to NYC really late on thursday night. first of all, I DO NOT recommend taking the train. it took forever to get there. we left toronto at 8:30am and got to penn station at ..... are you ready? 10PM! then from there we had to go brooklyn and that took another hour. so all together travel time was about 14 effin hours! so don't take the train from toronto. that's the best advice I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my story. when we got to brooklyn we got some beverages and caught up with our friend. then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday we went to times square. it was crazy busy but fun. stopped into the virgin mega store and the massive toys r us. had some delicious pizza and went to get our tickets for 'Doubt'. after treking around for a while we made our way to the village where our friend works. he had to work so we walked around and I bought a new pair of shoes...addidas...true new york city style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the village we headed back over to times square to meet one of our friends who also just happened to be in the city. we once again went to the box office of the theatre to get her a ticket for the show the next night and then went for dinner. while we ate I got this idea that we should head back to the theatre for when the show got out. my theory? I thought that maybe if I saw eldard &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; I saw the play I'd be able to concentrate more on the play when I saw it the next night. so we headed over and yes....we saw him. now, the original plan was to just "see" him and then leave but that planned fizzled when he walked out and my friends were standing right there. for some very stupid reason, when I saw him I walked the other way! I'm not sure why, but I did. so I stood a bit away while my friends made friends with eldard! they told him that we were all coming to the show the next night and he said "it's a date". he left and we went for drinks at this really fun club. if only we had places like that here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we left the club we attempted to get a cab for alena with no luck. those damn cab drivers are a picky bunch. we all ended up taking the train. I was so proud of us being able to get around the city by ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday we were supposed to go the MET but we ended up walking around soho and then went to the NYC public library. we eventually made our way up to alena's aunt's apartment. talk about swank! this was the most elegant place I've ever set foot into! it was amazing. original artwork. antique furniture. it was beautiful! shortly after I went to get my hair cut. it was a bit expensive....$80, but at least now I can say I got my hair done on park avenue! that took an hour then I walked back to the building and the doorman remembered me, called upstairs "to announce your arrival" and up I went. we had wine and cheese. another of their friends came over - who at 46 is retired and was the top detective for the NYPD. we got presents...I got a $125 change purse. crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after seven we headed over the theatre...me with my new do heading to broadway! it was pouring rain but we got a cab in good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play was great. eldard was fantastic as was the entire cast. I gave him a standing ovation. we then headed out. we didn't have to wait long for him to come out. he was very nice and super friendly...so friendly. he talked to everyone and signed programs. he remembered skip and alena and they introduced us. they told him that it was my idea to come down from toronto to see the show. he asked us where in toronto we lived which sounds like a strange question but turns out he has a friend who lives here.  that's cool. he talked a lot as did my friends and I didn't say a thing. I got my picture taken with him and I didn't say a word. he thanked everyone for coming and thanked me especially by saying "and I'm really glad you came" and I still didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my meeting with eldard. didn't say a word. he was beautiful. taller then I expected. so friendly and I didn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday we went to central park and to dinner then went back to our friends house in brooklyn.  had to get up really early monday morning for the train and got home late last night.  that's my first trip to NYC. there's a lot more that happened. like when jeremy sisto walked past us talking on his cell phone and seeing ralph fiennes - we smiled at eachother. I just had to share my really lame reaction to seeing ron eldard. I can't believe I reacted the way I did, but like all my friends are saying after hearing the story "it's better to say nothing at all than to say something stupid". I guess I'll have to agree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures soon....just not the one of me and eldard...I look like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*yes, my story has been shortened...I decided I didn't want the world to know what a loser I am &lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114601110074215031?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114601110074215031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114601110074215031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114601110074215031' title='new york new york....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114569061395012192</id><published>2006-04-22T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:01:19.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the man of my dreams</title><content type='html'>I'm in NYC.  Got here thursday night.  Spent some time in times square.  Got some new shoes.  Saw the man of my dreams!  In his words "it's a date".  I'm going to see his &lt;a href="http://www.doubtonbroadway.com" target="_blank"&gt;play&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow night.  I have a date with ELDARD!  Hopefully I'll get some good pics.  I'll fill you in on everything else later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114569061395012192?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114569061395012192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114569061395012192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114569061395012192' title='the man of my dreams'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114531781005667450</id><published>2006-04-17T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:05:54.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>round up time</title><content type='html'>It's alomost eight on monday night.  I'm home alone.  I'm just going to post whatever enters my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today was my eighth day in a row at work...two more to go.&lt;br /&gt;-I attemtpted to go clothes shopping tonight and found not one single thing.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wait to start riding my bike again...perhaps next week.&lt;br /&gt;-sara put out an easter basket on sunday morning filled with chocolates that I can't stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;-I just finished reading Roald Dahl's 'switch bitch'.  it was really good although it's odd to see the same auther who wrote metilda and james and the giant peach use words like 'cock'.&lt;br /&gt;-I went to the images festival and saw a film called 'pine valley'.  the synopsis mentioned how viewers should be patient....it was sooooo loooong!  it was six ten minutes scenes that included one with snowfall on trees, a kid lying in the grass and a girl reading - no talking.  then came intermission followed by SIX more of almost the same thing only this time with some random talking.  needless to say I kept dozing off.  they weren't kidding when they said experimental.&lt;br /&gt;-my roomies are off to BC again for five weeks and skip leaves on the first of may for three weeks.  i'll be home alone for just over two weeks...wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;-skip and I are having friends over on the 29th for a barbeque and some drinks.  can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;-on saturday night adam and I saw this dude get roughed up by three police officers for no reason whatsoever.  I'm not sure if roughed up is really the right term...more like BEAT up. it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;-last week I was waiting for the subway and these kids were on the platform playing on their skateboards.  I knew it was an accident waiting to happen...skateboard+kids+subway platform=trouble.  doesn't take a genius.  so anyway, just as the train was coming around the bend, one of the kids fell off his board and it rolled onto the tracks.  stupid kids being stupid kids, one of his friends JUMPED ONTO THE TRACKS!  everybody freaked and the subway screeched to a halt and his friends pulled him up in time.  it was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;-in other unexpected suprises, a load of EMS guys showed up at our door last sunday and almost kicked it down cos they thought we called an ambulance.  they had the wrong address.&lt;br /&gt;-skip and I saw dustin hoffman walking along bloor talking on his cell.  I convinced skip that it was natalie portman on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;-'us us pinch hump ridge' is a mad gab card the cracks me up everytime I think about it....can you figure out what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of.  I'm going to update my reading list now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114531781005667450?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114531781005667450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114531781005667450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114531781005667450' title='round up time'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114339405941418926</id><published>2006-03-26T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:05:11.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my daughter sally.....</title><content type='html'>Someone's got time on there hands....but it's a good song and the star isn't too shabby either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aILzDeUGg48"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aILzDeUGg48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114339405941418926?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114339405941418926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114339405941418926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114339405941418926' title='this is my daughter sally.....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114339392601285493</id><published>2006-03-26T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:25:26.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy them while they last!</title><content type='html'>Monday was my birthday.  Celebrations started on Friday - st. patrick's day.  I had some friends over to my place for drinks and scatagories(sp?).  My roomies made cupcakes and I got some pressies...and a little drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday at work was fun too.  Lot's of birthday wishes.  Scott met me after work with flowers...ahhh!  Then I went to the 'firkin after workin' with some co-workers for...yup....drinks.  After that my roomies and I went out for dessert on the danforth followed by the hargrave...for more effin drinks.  Got another pressie and little drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Grace took me out for dinner.  Sally came along as well.  We went to East on Queen.  Very delicious.  We had some dessert at the rivoli then we went to the back to watch rockstar reid play.  He did a really good cover of borderline by madonna.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I was treated to a nice lunch by another co-worker/home office dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on Friday, Dianne picked me up and we went to her house and she made me a cake and I got more pressies.  Now I'm at my sissy's house for Michael's birthday.  Crazy birthday week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is such a busy birthday month as it is.  I'll clear up a lot of birthday wishes with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...&lt;br /&gt;Amanda - 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Dad - 11th&lt;br /&gt;Partick - 17th&lt;br /&gt;ME! - 20th&lt;br /&gt;Michael - 25th&lt;br /&gt;Grace - 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 29 I better kick it into gear!  Gotta accomplish something...I have a year to do it.  I don't want to spend next march sobbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114339392601285493?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114339392601285493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114339392601285493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114339392601285493' title='enjoy them while they last!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114169103979978880</id><published>2006-03-06T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:49:47.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>master-mind???</title><content type='html'>So last week at work Skip and I decided to do an oscar pool.  $2 a person.  Only eleven major catagories.  Winner takes all.  We got up to $36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I tallied up all the ballots and guess who won?  Dammit...I did - but it wasn't a happy victory.  I felt like just swindled my co-workers for cash.  Could I really help it that I got ten out of eleven right(I missed clooney - I opted for dillon instead)?  There were four other people who got nine but they chose 'brokeback' for best picture and I chose 'crash'.  Had I chose 'brokeback' like everyone else there would have been a five way tie of only $7 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new load of guilt on my shoulders I decided that I would go out and buy something for everyone.  Something chocolaty and delicious.  On my way home I stopped in to hmv just for a boo and ended up buying 'crash' on dvd.  I figured it got me the cash so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my story.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114169103979978880?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114169103979978880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114169103979978880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114169103979978880' title='master-mind???'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114108419234593402</id><published>2006-02-27T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:44:47.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't say no to these damn things!!!</title><content type='html'>1. My roommate once: jumped off a roof and broke his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life have I: seen the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile: skip...he has that effect on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. High School was: a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I'm nervous: I don't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last time I cried was: a couple weeks ago after a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were to get married right now my bridesmaids/groomsmen would be: my sissy, sara and dianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My hair: is brown and long....luxurious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When I was 5: I didn't know how to say my s's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last Christmas I: bought my mom a really expensive purse cos I knew she wouldn't buy it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I turn my head left, I see: tigger asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I should be: doing exactly what I'm doing now - it's monday night and there isn't anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When I look down I see: a lot of cords and wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The craziest recent event was: when my mom and I were driving down the danforth and heard police sirens.  I had to stay in the inside lane cos of parked cars but that only left about 10ft between me and the other car for the cruiser to get through.  the cruiser came into the opposite lane heading straight for us and quickly went between me and the other car.  I was convinced we were going to get hit...bad....but we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If I were a character on Friends I'd be: monica because I like how orderly she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. By this time next year: I'll be almost thirty....ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My favorite Aunt is: it's a toss up between my aunt lindy or my aunt donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have a hard time understanding: why some people get more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. One time at a family gathering: my cousins and I lip-synced 'every rose has it's thorn'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You know I "like" you if: I compliment you a lot and say really dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If I won an award, the first person(people) I'd thank is/are: my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Take my advice: don't constantly be there for someone - it feels horrible when you're forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My ideal breakfast is: good ol' greasy spoon bacon and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you visit my hometown: I'll assume 'hometown' means the town I lived in the longest as opposed to the city I was born in and if you went there you would have to suffer through hearing classic rock on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where do you plan to visit anytime soon: NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you spend the night at my house: bring a sweater - it gets chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I'd stop my wedding if: I sobered up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The world could do without: geddy lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: meet tom cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Most recent thing you've bought yourself: a book....surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Most recent thing someone else bought for you: my mom bought me a new shoe rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite blonde is: dianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite brunette is: wiley cayote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. And by the way: never assume I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The last time I was high: I helped my friend go shopping for shelving for his new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I shouldn't have been: so available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Once, at a bar: I got so mad I slapped my then-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Last night I: went to bed early so I could get in some good reading time.  mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. There's this girl I know who: lived my dream and packed up her stuff and moved far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42: I don't know: how to play a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. A better name for me would be: I like my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If I ever go back to school I'll: get better grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114108419234593402?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114108419234593402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114108419234593402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114108419234593402' title='I just can&apos;t say no to these damn things!!!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114083038233007959</id><published>2006-02-24T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:50:51.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Phew...the week is over.  It was a weird week.  I seemed to experience every mood out there.  One day I was happy.  One day I was blue.  Another day I was angry.  One day I wasn't blue or angry, but I was upset or something...kinda quiet.  I didn't feel like talking at all.  Then today I was really productive.  Yeah, that's not a mood but I was in a good mood WHILE I was being productive.  Ah, to be a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as like every Friday, everyone at work was asking "what are your plans for the weekend?".  My answer?  NOTHING.  I have no plans and that's my plan.  I bought a couple new books today that I'll read.  I'm going to watch some movies.  If it's nice out I'll go for a walk.  I may bake a pie now that I'm a pro at it...heh heh heh.  I have a bottle of wine that will be an empty bottle of wine come Sunday...or tonight.  I DON'T KNOW!  We'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure...I want a drumstick.  So I'm going to go get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Clara and Scott on the subway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/clarasubway.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114083038233007959?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114083038233007959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114083038233007959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114083038233007959' title='TGIF'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-114048619465259037</id><published>2006-02-20T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:59:30.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>score</title><content type='html'>This weekend my mom and I hit up some local goodwills and I found....BRAND NEW.....the dvd of 'fear and loathing in las vegas' FOR FIVE DOLLARS!  Awesome.  I've  been wanting to buy it for forever but can only find the criterion edition which costs $60.  Score for Starr!  I also found a trade paperback of 'all families are psyhcotic' by douglas coupland.  Bargain hunting paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other book news, I updated my reading list last week.  Of course I finished 'the rum diary' shortly after so once again the list is expired.  I'm now reading 'the walking boy' by lydia kwa.  I'm following through on my new year's resolution and reading more canadian authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's a pic from last year's halloween:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/HP15.jpg" border="0" height="300" width="200" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mike as Prince and Scott as a pornstar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-114048619465259037?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114048619465259037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/114048619465259037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114048619465259037' title='score'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113919060725741234</id><published>2006-02-05T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:50:07.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to do to do...</title><content type='html'>I did it!  I made an apple pie from scratch.  I made the pastry, sliced the apples, did it all and it was scrumptious.  My mom was there but only for VERBAL assistance.  I can now tick off "make a pie from scratch" from my huge list of things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things I want to do...here's some more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-save some money....it's hard when you don't have much but I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;-paint my room&lt;br /&gt;-cook more from my cookbooks&lt;br /&gt;-find a second job&lt;br /&gt;-drink less pop&lt;br /&gt;-go see Ron Eldard's show on Broadway&lt;br /&gt;-go to the gym three times a week&lt;br /&gt;-get a new haircut&lt;br /&gt;-learn how to knit&lt;br /&gt;-stop letting other people get me down&lt;br /&gt;-send a postcard to postsecret&lt;br /&gt;-develope more pictures&lt;br /&gt;-stop feeling guilty for everything&lt;br /&gt;-cook dinner for friends&lt;br /&gt;-work on my Johnny Depp DVD collection&lt;br /&gt;-have a kickass costume for halloween&lt;br /&gt;-go visit my grandma at her house&lt;br /&gt;-volunteer at HSC...still waiting&lt;br /&gt;-get a new TV&lt;br /&gt;-find an apartment...I miss living alone(I love my roommates, I just miss living alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds do-able right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113919060725741234?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113919060725741234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113919060725741234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113919060725741234' title='to do to do...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113855253551600890</id><published>2006-01-29T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:47:26.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day post</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/MB4.jpg" height="200" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;""You are invited to anonymously contribute a secret to a group art project. Your secret can be a regret, fear, betrayal, desire, confession, or childhood humiliation. Reveal anything -- as long as it is true and you have never shared it with anyone before. Be brief. Be legible. Be creative.""&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to that later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining outside and I'm at work.  BLAH!  I missed two days of work this week for doctors apopointments galore(I'm still alive, but we'll see what they say this week...) so I decided to come into work this weekend to make up the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm still a little on the weak side I stayed home last night, ordered pizza and watched a couple movies by myself.  It was nice.  Today after work (short day, I'm done at 3pm and started at 10am) I'm going to meet a friend for a movie.  The rain today seemed very fitting for the way I've been feeling this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the quote up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new staff pick is a &lt;a href="http://kiosk.indigo.ca/item.asp?Item=978006089919&amp;Catalog=Books&amp;Ntt=Frank+Warren&amp;N=35&amp;Lang=en&amp;Section=books&amp;storeID=921" target="_blank"&gt;POSTSECRET&lt;/a&gt;. It's an collection of anonymous secrets sent in by people around the world.  It's a very addictive book.  It makes you feel sad, happy, silly and scared all at once.  It's also very inspiring.  It's poetry.  It's art.  It's one of the best books I've seen in a very long time.  Go buy it.  You won't be able to put it down until you're done and you'll still want more.  You'll want to buy it for friends, family, everyone you know.  So go....get it.  Want a teaser?  Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.com" target="_blank"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap tap tap goes the rain.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113855253551600890?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113855253551600890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113855253551600890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113855253551600890' title='rainy day post'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113797303712141782</id><published>2006-01-22T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:39:06.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my how nine years flies....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Clara-bear's ninth birthday.  We had a dinner for her today.  She wanted indian tacos and indian tacos she got.  I made her a cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/claracake.jpg" alt="yum"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to call it something, I would call it "EXPLOSION", but since I don't need to, I'll just call it cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep her out of the kitchen all day and I felt so bad constantly kicking her out - I didn't want her to see the cake until it was brought out candles and all - but it was worth the wait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/clarabday1.jpg" alt="ahh..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy taking pictures for all of "happy birthday" but luckily sam saw that Clara's hair almost went up in flames:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/clarabday2.jpg" alt="HAIR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her a new stereo.  She loves it.  I also got her Elephunk by the Black Eyed Peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113797303712141782?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113797303712141782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113797303712141782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113797303712141782' title='my how nine years flies....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113660586385479018</id><published>2006-01-06T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:51:03.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snooze....lose....</title><content type='html'>Fuck it.  I'm not going to post any of the pictures I said I would.  There's too many and it would take ages to upload them all.  Forget about the fact that the longer I wait the more pictures I take....I just don't want to do it.  I'm not even sure if I'm going to keep this blog going much longer.  It's starting to feel like a chore and that's when the trouble starts and procrastination kicks in.  Even so, if this one ends I'll start another one.  I've decided to release the geek inside me and start blog all about the books I read!  Ohhh....I'm getting goosebumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finsihed reading &lt;a href="http://www.coupland.com/books/books01.html"&gt;Hey Nostradamus&lt;/a&gt;.  It came with such high recommendations that sadly never panned out.  It was okay, but not great.  Now I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.gonzo.org/books/fl/"&gt;Fear and Loathing&lt;/a&gt;.  I'll let you know how it goes.  I can already feel my NY resolution* slipping away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*NYR#1 - read more Cdn. authors. Douglas Coupland...CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;NYR#2 - watch more classic movies...casablanca, hitchcock, ... spartacus?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113660586385479018?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113660586385479018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113660586385479018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113660586385479018' title='snooze....lose....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113547672021138575</id><published>2005-12-24T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:12:00.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-looo(sung in peanuts hum)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/hohoho.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in St. Catharines for the weekend going back to Toronto on Monday.  I'll post more tomorrow after presents have been opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a GREAT weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll post a ton of pictures tomorrow.  A TON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113547672021138575?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113547672021138575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113547672021138575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113547672021138575' title='lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-looo&lt;i&gt;(sung in peanuts hum)&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113227892728122802</id><published>2005-11-17T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:55:27.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected visitor</title><content type='html'>Yeah, still no halloween party pictures yet....YET!  I'll get to it.  Mamacita's been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I dreamt that I was walking down this road when I see my uncle Kevin.  I decide to go talk to him to see if he know's that my brother is going to have a baby(that part is true - my brother Curtis is going to be a dad) and find that he's already talking to Curtis.  So I go over and TA-DA!  My grandma's sitting there!  I miss my grandma so much right now so I was happy to see her.  I give her a huge hug and when I open my eyes I see, standing behind her, MY GRANDPA!  I lost it.  I just started to bawl.  I ran over to him saying "you're back you're back".  He looked just like he did before he got really sick.  He had his usual smile on that always greeted me when I walked into grandparents house growing up.  He didn't say anything.  Just smiled at me while I told him how much I miss him.  It was awesome - it seemed so real.  Of course it wasn't real and I woke up but funny thing is...I was crying when I woke up.  Not sad crying.  Just had tears in my eyes.  I told some people about it the next day and they all agree that my grandpa was there.  I told my sissy about it and almost cried while I told her.  So emotional but so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113227892728122802?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113227892728122802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113227892728122802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113227892728122802' title='unexpected visitor'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-113089656434169547</id><published>2005-11-01T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:56:04.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies...yum yum yum???</title><content type='html'>So today at work a coworker offered me a cookie.  I took it cos...I'm human!  So I had a bite, didn't really like it but acted like I did.  Took another small bite but then secretly threw it out when we passed a trash can.  About an hour later I started to feel really tired and I thought "wow, yesterday* must really be catching up with me".  Then someone said to me "wow, you look really tired...you're eyes are all red".  I began to wonder why I was feeling so weird and while I was wondering I realized I was also gapping.  So long story short...I ate a cookie with not only WEED in it, but also HASH!!  I was stoned at work!  Of course I was very angry - still am.  Not sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note - we had THE PARTY OF THE YEAR on Saturday.  It was awesome.  Everybody dressed up.  We had a contest for best costumes.  So many people came over.  We did a lot of drinking... I made tons of jello shooters and Erin made some vicious spiked punch.  At one point we all went to the bar but I quickly came home and was followed shortly after by the rest of the gang.  I'll post pictures once I upload them from my camera.  That's also when I'll give the rest (but not all) of the details - just think halfnaked wrestling, unexpected gifts and ROCK #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I have two jobs now...I'm a working stiff!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-113089656434169547?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113089656434169547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/113089656434169547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113089656434169547' title='cookies...yum yum yum???'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112883240936494231</id><published>2005-10-09T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:55:08.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up....</title><content type='html'>The computer at my house sucks ass!  For some reason it won't let me get into blogger.  So since I'm at my sister's house for the weekend and can actually post I've decided to share a bunch of pictures....enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/jjconcert.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by me at the Jack Johnson concert last month.  Ladies night with Amanda, Dianne and Sara Clare.  Scott was there too but he was closer to the front.  We opted for the back so we could .... you know....&lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt; the concert more freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/game.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bunch of people over to our place for the Leafs opening game.  So much fun....and on a (wing)Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/ohcanada2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Canada part one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/ohcanada1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Canada part two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/partay1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we lost(BOOO!) we still carried on....we minus Dave anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/dirtyboys.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in one of it's many forms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/surley.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's a surley drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/skiprobin.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip and Robin Tunney after Runaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/dianneadam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne came over for the weekend and Adam came over to my place in celebration.  We ended up at the Hargrave...what's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/pokermike.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one from the Hargrave...different night.  We were all playing NTN Poker.  It's all about the poker face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/blakeuoft.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys did some shows for frosh week at UofT and rockstar Blake opened for them...this is a picture of Blake doing his thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should make up for my month long absence right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I even changed my reading list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112883240936494231?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112883240936494231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112883240936494231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112883240936494231' title='catch up....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112648433150159146</id><published>2005-09-11T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:25:19.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lights, camera.....</title><content type='html'>The film festival is in full swing.  So far I've seen three movies - I originally had 11 movies picked but since the lottery got extended a day I only got five of them BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Amanda, Tim and I went to see Neverwas.  Ian McKellen was awesome in it.  Too bad he couldn't make it, but Aaron Eckhart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/ac.jpg" height="100" width="90"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Cumming and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/nn.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolte were there.  Alan Cumming (&lt;i&gt;in typical Alan Cumming style&lt;/i&gt;) wore a suit that looked like it was made from a table cloth and Nolte wore pants the seemed to be made out of drapes - they were wierd...but so is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we saw Capote with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/psh.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/ck.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Keener.  Once again PSH was amazing.  The film itself was really interesting.  It centred around Truman Capote's research while he wrote 'In Cold Blood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time to spare between movies we took a walk and saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/jg.jpg" height="100" height="100"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/hl.jpg" height="100" width="75"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/mg.jpg" height="100" width="95"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A nice little perk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third movie, my favourite so far, was Breakfast on Pluto.  It was awesome!  I loved it.  Let me tell you about before the movie first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me and my posse got our seats, me, amanda and kate hit the bathrooms.  We went down to the lobby and when we got down there I saw tons of flashes and said "someone's here".  I couldn't see who it was so went on my way to the bathroom.  When I came back upstairs I looked for Kate and Amanda and as I looked to my left guess who was standing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/bono.jpg" height="100" width="95"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONO!  How cool is that?  He was talking to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/cm.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cillian Murphy and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/ln.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam Neeson was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;We ran upstairs to tell the boys that Bono was downstairs.  Then the movie started and like I said, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the movies I've seen so far and the people.  Wait, something else to tell you about...I wrapped a present for this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/js.jpg" height="100" width="80"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom asked us to put together a gift for his premier...aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it so far.  I have another movie tomorrow and then my last one on Thursday.  On Tuesday I'm doing a thing with Woody Harrelson - I'll tell you about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112648433150159146?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112648433150159146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112648433150159146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112648433150159146' title='lights, camera.....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112438468173947063</id><published>2005-08-18T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:04:41.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>I'm being sneaky and posting while at work....REBEL ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good.  Last nights $4 wings turned into 6 pitchers and a lot more money.  Why do I always give in to BEER pressure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112438468173947063?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112438468173947063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112438468173947063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112438468173947063' title='uhhhh.....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112397961191921857</id><published>2005-08-13T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:33:31.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>please please please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/000_0027.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;awww....it's my boys....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's going to be at the festival this year?  CORPSE BRIDE!  YAY!  I'm so excited.  It's the north american premier which means that Johnny Depp HAS to be there right?  I had to sit through The Libertene last year - we deserve to have him this year.  I have a feeling that this year it going to be really good.  So many good movies and big names.  I'm hoping this year will also find us at another after party.  Less than a month to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went and saw Charlie and the Chocolate factory for a second time.  The first time I went I took Clara and Michael and I couldn't watch it fully so this time I went avec mon ami Sally and we saw it in IMAX.  It always takes me a while to get used to the huge screen so I prefer not to see movies that way, but Sally has a VIP pass and since it was free we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's more I wanted to mention but I can't think.  Maybe a glass of wine will help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112397961191921857?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112397961191921857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112397961191921857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112397961191921857' title='please please please!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112329739393884989</id><published>2005-08-05T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:04:42.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh, to dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/dianne.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;darling dianne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Dianne and I got to talking about what we would love to have.  Here's what I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of kids.  Since I was little I've always wanted lots of kids.  I'd love to have a big house to raise all these kids in - one so big that they can each have their own room decorated to suit them.  Of course I need A LOT of money to do this, and I probably should've started having them earlier...but that's what I would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also love one room(not necessarily in my big house, it could be in whatever house I end up in) with floor to ceiling bookshelves covering every wall.  I'd like it to have a fireplace and two big comfy chairs and footstools.  A nice cozy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I would love.  In the meantime, I'll settle(or have settled) for a job at chapters and living on the danforth.  At least I don't have all the kids and all the books right now...where would I put everythig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hate mustard juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112329739393884989?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112329739393884989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112329739393884989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112329739393884989' title='ahh, to dream'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112284112107389926</id><published>2005-07-31T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:19:47.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/miketan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of mike from a couple weeks ago.  He had just got back from camping and he had a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; of a tan line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I'm going to talk about Harry Potter.....until the last book comes out anyway.....and unless I feel I have something I really need to say...whichever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Half Blood Prince.  Without saying what happens, let me just say that near the end I cried.  I didn't bawl or anything but I did have tears streaming down my cheeks.  Going into reading it I knew that someone was going to die.  I had my guesses - dobby, lucious malfoy, a teacher, a student or even hedwig - and of course I thought it might be a main charactor - a weasley, an important teacher, a dursley perhaps - but I won't say if I was right or not in my guesses.  During the first bit of the book I was worried that JKR was redoing an already done plot, cos it seemed to be going that way, but that wasn't the case.  This book was really really good.  It has a lot of back story.  I still like Order of the Pheonix the most but this one comes in a close second.  That's all I'll say...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on holidays until the 7th of August.  It was a toss up between white sand and turqiouse waters or St. Catherines....I'm in St. Catharines.  I'll write more throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112284112107389926?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112284112107389926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112284112107389926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112284112107389926' title='weep....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112172624850980983</id><published>2005-07-18T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:37:28.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MADNESS!</title><content type='html'>If someone were to ask me "starr, are you going to work the midnight madness for the next &lt;a href="http://www.jkrowling.com/" target="_blank"&gt;harry potter&lt;/a&gt; book?" I would say "FUCK NO!".  If only I knew then what I know now.  Friday was total madness.  Crowded, hot, loud, chaotic...and LOOOONG.  As I've said before, I'm a fan of the books, but after seeing other fans I think I might keep it on the DL for a while.  The geeks were out in full force man.  I did a trivia game with another girl and we did the old "sorting hat" thing to make up the teams and people were actually booing and cheering on others and the game hadn't even started.  Little lame.  I didn't get home till before 3am....and I was only scheduled to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier less busy note Amanda and I had a date during my four hour break between shifts.  She met me at work and we went for dinner - &lt;a href="http://www.firkinpubs.com/findapub/ontario/friar.html" target="_blank"&gt;pub food&lt;/a&gt; YUM!  It was really nice.  We hang out a lot just the two of us but actually sitting down and just talking over some drinks was something we hadn't done in a while.  We usually walk a lot and get distracted by this and that.  After dinner we went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.theweddingcrashers.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/a&gt;(*****)*.  Hilarious!  So effin funny.  Go see it.  That's all I'll say cos I don't want to ruin any of the funny-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the boys' last show so manda and I decided to have a celebretory(?) BBQ for them.  They got great reviews from each show and worked so hard in the weeks leading up to the festival preparing that they deserved to just kick back and do nothing.  It was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sitting in my hot-ass living room metling.  I gotta go cool off.  I'm reading the new harry potter as well....so far it's awesome.  Dammit!  I wasn't supposed to mention that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*=my rating out of five&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112172624850980983?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112172624850980983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112172624850980983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112172624850980983' title='MADNESS!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112060289929333882</id><published>2005-07-05T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:38:29.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the cents in that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/madtigs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MESS WITH TIGGER!  He plays by no rules.  "Fuck you" is his middle name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did the price of chocolate bars go up?  I had a craving for a twix bar today after work and went to the store to buy one and when she rung it in she put $1.25!  "$1.25?" I gasped.  "Yes, dolla tweny figh" said counter woman.  I told her never mind.  I though it might just be her greedy store so I went to another one down the road....$1.25 there too!  So I went to one further down.  What did I find?  $1.25!!!  Why did the prices go up?  And when?  They aren't any better or bigger so why the increase?  Needless to say, I didn't satisfy my craving tonight.  I have bills to pay dammit.  I can't afford to get myself a little treat after work at these outstanding prices.  Maybe I should send tigger down there to see what's going on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112060289929333882?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112060289929333882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112060289929333882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112060289929333882' title='where&apos;s the &lt;i&gt;cents&lt;/i&gt; in that?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-112042294403394526</id><published>2005-07-03T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T16:36:06.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you son!*</title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Amanda's for a do.  Nothing big but fun none the less.  I made about a gazillion batches of daquiries.  We sat on her patio and drank the night away.  'Twas fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to share with you a resume we got in at work.  First of all, it was printed on paper that has a wine bottle watermark - not the best choice of paper if you're looking for a job, but that's just my opinion.  Half of this girl's resume is devoted to her "Hobbies/Skills" which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading, magazines, time on-line, newspapers, new york times on-line, on-line articles, books, traveling, nature hiking, biking, kayaking, tennis, badminton, swimming, snooker, chess, jogging, flower shows, arts &amp; craft, health shows, poetry, cooking, crochet, knitting, woodworking projects, tai chi, kung fu, sailing, canoeing, skating, classical ballet, plays, musicals, shakespearan stratford &amp; george benard shaw festivals, niagara-on-the-lake, national geographic, caring for bunnies, farm animals, wildlife, visiting high park, toronto islands, riverdale park, farms, beach outings to wasaga, queens quay docks, harhourfront music garden, stratford's avon-by-the-lake, bird watching, strolling with bunnies, roller blading, jazz festivals, quartets, symphonies, orchestras, classical music, volunteer and charity aid work, gerontology, childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that's crazy, check out her "extracurricular activities":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new college dragon boat club, debate club, UofT volunteer club, victoria college rock climbing club, UofT amnesty international club, UofT jazz choir, UofT peace by peace club, UofT outing club, UofT students for the millenium club, UofT victoria college hiking club, scadding court community centre's alexandra park tutoring club, UofT international relations club, UofT frontier college society, toronto chinese alliance church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do you think that any employer would read this and say "she obvioulsy has no time for a job!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this resume was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*this is the funniest line I've heard in a long time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-112042294403394526?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112042294403394526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/112042294403394526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112042294403394526' title='fuck you son!*'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111974626775213685</id><published>2005-06-25T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:37:49.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where have  I been???</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I've ever taken this long to post before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have much to say...as you can see by my new sidebar I'm re-reading Harry Potter(he's a wizard) before the sixth one comes out. I know it makes me a geek amongst my peers to be reading these books(with the exception of kate) but dammit I don't care!  They are awesome books. Trust me!  Go read them!  Just get through the first two cos it starts to get really good in the third one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been riding my bike to work a lot now that the nice weather has decided to stay.  It's five miles one way but now that I'm back in the groove it doesn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I gotta go.  My sister's making pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HARRY POTTER RULES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111974626775213685?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111974626775213685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111974626775213685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111974626775213685' title='where have  I been???'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111611546051210121</id><published>2005-05-14T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:07:21.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fhry75$#ksdm</title><content type='html'>I hate the daily decision of what to have for dinner.  Breakfast and lunch are really no-brainers.  Dinner, on the other hand, can be really tricky.  If you eat too much of the same thing you get tired of it fast.....or at least I do.  Why is it that I can eat oatmeal for breakfast all the time yet never get tired of it?  But if I eat spaghetti too many times in a month(or childhood) I end up hating it?  The same goes for lunch too...I can have a peanut butter and jam sandwich everyday for a month yet still want it when the month's up - I'll even have it for dinner that night sometimes!  Why must dinner require so much thought?  It really makes no sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111611546051210121?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111611546051210121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111611546051210121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111611546051210121' title='fhry75$#ksdm'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111422447374571990</id><published>2005-04-22T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:47:53.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wha???</title><content type='html'>Okay.  It's Friday night and here I sit listening to music and drinking coke while crazy stoned.  I'm by myself yet I can still think of things to laugh about...how lame.  And it's really dumb stuff too like "are these the giggles?" or "am I giggling?".  Now I feel like anything I type is going to sound so stoner-y.  I'm worried that my segways won't be smooth and you'll read this going "she shouldn't blog high". That's what you're thinking isn't it?  I know you are....don't judge me!  I had a long week.  I felt like everything has been GO GO GO and I just want to slow things down a bit.  A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.  I wish I had the Family Guy DVD.  It's on sale at work right now and I can get it for $13.50!  Can't turn that down!  But I still haven't got it....but man, I wish I did.  I'd feel more comfortable if my laughs were aimed at something instead of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered I bought some Reese Peanut Butter Cups!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111422447374571990?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111422447374571990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111422447374571990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111422447374571990' title='wha???'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111301815073841772</id><published>2005-04-08T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:45:49.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on a hill top...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me as a lego person in Italy holding ballons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from my awesome roomies.  They had some news...THEY'RE ENGAGED!!!  I'm so happy for them.  Scott asked Sarah Clare this evening....or afternoon for them(they're still in BC for two months).  When Sarah called she sounded all congested and I said "are you sick?" and she said "no, I've just been crying a lot" and I said "oh no. why?" and she said "Scott just asked me to marry him". That's so awesome.  I was the first person they called and I asked them if I could tell people and they said of course.  Unfortunatly I'm home alone tonight and a lot of my posse is away so I went to MSN, saw Blake online, but he was set to away but I tried to talk to him anyway.  Luck had it that he responded and I told him.  He was surprised...happily surprised. Then he made the mistake of saying "and we're still single".  Awesome way to kill the mood Blake!  He decided to call himself Captain Bring Down - fitting at the time!  I'm so happy for them!  They want to have a big do when they get back in celebration - or as Sarah Clare called it "we have to get really drunk when we get back!".  She's a classy lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I miss them 100 times more than I did before they called.  I can't wait to see them.  Now I have to get them an engagement gift....what to get?  Oh, I guess I should mention how he did it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went for a walk to the top of this hill(or was it mountain - they are in BC)that overlooks a lake.  They were sitting on a bench that they usually sit on when he asked her.  AWWWW!!!  So sweet!  I'm not sure how he asked her yet, I couldn't quite get past the "I'm so happy for you guys" sentence that kept coming out of my mouth to ask how he proposed.  Once I know you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm still single, but my roomies are happy and Sarah told me to think about a dress....HUH?  Does that mean? Or does she just want me to have a nice dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YAY FOR MY ROOMIES!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111301815073841772?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111301815073841772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111301815073841772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111301815073841772' title='on a hill top...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111249307697803608</id><published>2005-04-02T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:20:18.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey stud...</title><content type='html'>The other day &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.muchmusic.com" target="_blank"&gt;Much Music&lt;/a&gt; to see if we can catch a glimpse of Matthew McConaughey.  As we were getting there we ran into a girl we know who actually works in CHUM and she let us go in to watch the taping - not from the acutal audience, but from the sidelines.  We were able to see him but the view was obstructed.  Then we heard that he was going to be going outside so out we went.  We waited a couple minutes before he came out and when he did he signed some autographs - he didn't seem too into it I noticed, he just grabbed the papers being shoved in front of him, signed them and gave them back.  Just before he was heading back in he was right in front of us looking at me so I stuck my hand out.  He grabbed it and just looked at me while he held it.  I think he was waiting for me to say something or do something.  We just stood like that for a moment when I finally let out "I like you".  I have no idea why I said and as it was coming out I was thinking "what the fuck are you saying!!!".  Luckily I wasn't loud when I said it and I don't think he heard me.  He squeezed my hand, let go and went back inside.  Nothing too exciting but at least now I can say that I let Matthew McConaughey know I like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/mm1.jpg" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/mm2.jpg" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, here's a quiz manda and kate sent me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. First Name:&lt;/b&gt; Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Were you named after anyone?&lt;/b&gt; No, but Billy Corgan thinks it's after Ringo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3  Do you wish on stars?&lt;/b&gt; Every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/b&gt; Yesterday - I miss my Clara-bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;/b&gt; It's horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;/b&gt; Hmmm...I like keilbasa - did I spell that right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is your birth date?&lt;/b&gt; March 20th 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What is your most embarrassing moment?&lt;/b&gt; I can't think of one right now...I imagine I fell or something typical like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?&lt;/b&gt; Probably...people say I'm fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Are you a daredevil?&lt;/b&gt;  Not really...depends on the dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?&lt;/b&gt; Whoever says no to this question is a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Do looks matter?&lt;/b&gt;  It does, but kindness and a sense of humour come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. How do you release anger?&lt;/b&gt; I cry....I'm a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Where is your second home?&lt;/b&gt;  My sissy's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you trust others easily?&lt;/b&gt;  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;/b&gt; I liked my dolls - but my sisters were a lot more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What class in high school do you think was totally useless?&lt;/b&gt; Le French....I've never had to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Do you have a journal?&lt;/b&gt;  One public. One private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;/b&gt;  I occassionally use it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What are your nicknames?&lt;/b&gt; Supa-Starr, Nungoko, Sawdust(my dad's nickname for me...I never understood it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Would you bungee jump?&lt;/b&gt;  Absolutly not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/b&gt;  My mom says I'll ruin them if I don't...but I sometimes won't...I'm a rebel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Do you think that you are strong?&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Favorite Ice cream flavor?&lt;/b&gt;  Not really a fan - but if I &lt;i&gt;HAD&lt;/i&gt; to choose I would say peanut butter chocolate from Baskin Robbins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Shoe Size?&lt;/b&gt;  9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Red/Pink?&lt;/b&gt; Red all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;/b&gt; I can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Who do you miss most?&lt;/b&gt; My Clara-bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Do you want everyone you send this to to send it back?&lt;/b&gt;  I'm not a fan of junk mail, but these things are fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. What color pants and shoes/or socks are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt; Jeans and black socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/b&gt; Chris Cornell Euphoria Morning AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Last thing you ate?&lt;/b&gt;  Taco Bake thing I made - YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;/b&gt;  Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. What is the weather like right now?&lt;/b&gt; Cold and snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/b&gt;  My #1 mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/b&gt; Eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;/b&gt;  I love her!  She's my favourite Manda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Favorite Drink? Non-alcoholic:&lt;/b&gt; Coke - although I'm cutting back.   &lt;b&gt;Alcoholic:&lt;/b&gt; I'm a beer girl...unless Christie whips up her kick ass daiquiris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Favorite Sport?&lt;/b&gt; Next question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Hair color?&lt;/b&gt; Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Do you wear contacts?&lt;/b&gt;  Not lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Favorite Food?&lt;/b&gt;  Enchilladas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Last Movie You Watched?&lt;/b&gt;  Finding Neverland...ahh, Johnny Depp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?&lt;/b&gt;  Happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Summer or Winter?&lt;/b&gt; Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;/b&gt; Hugs!  Big comforting loving hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?&lt;/b&gt; Christie's Brownies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Who Is Most Likely To Respond?&lt;/b&gt;  I'd say Amanda, but she sent this, so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Who Is Least Likely To Respond?&lt;/b&gt;  Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Living Arrangements?&lt;/b&gt; With my awesome roomies!!!!  Well, one till the other two come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. What Books Are You Reading?&lt;/b&gt; Freedomland by Richard Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. What's On Your Mouse Pad?&lt;/b&gt;  Circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. What Did You Watch Last night on TV?&lt;/b&gt; My mom and I watched the Exorcist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;57. Favorite Smells?&lt;/b&gt;  My mom's house and my grandma's and clean laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;/b&gt; Beatles thanks to Manda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Do you believe in Evolution or Creation?&lt;/b&gt;  Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. What's the furthest you've been from home?&lt;/b&gt; Viva Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Any Tattoos?&lt;/b&gt;  Yes, but it's now meaningless...I have an idea for another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this has turned into my longest post ever!  I have some big news to mention, but I'll wait till tomorrow...it's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111249307697803608?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111249307697803608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111249307697803608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111249307697803608' title='hey stud...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111179179168980194</id><published>2005-03-25T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:52:26.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/michael.jpg" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY MICHAEL!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Twenty days can sometimes just fly by.  Where to begin....I'll just post random thoughts and other tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm at my mom's until tomorrow helping with my neice and nephew.  I'm going home tomorrow - just in time for a nice dinner at Chez Hutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've seen two movies since my last post - In Good Company and Closer.  Both were great.  I went with a small posse of friends to the bloor cinema for a double feature night.  Now, if you went to a regular theatre today for one movie, you would dish out at least $20 for admission and snacks. Luckily we didn't go to a regular theatre; we went to an independant one where we paid about $11 each.  That included &lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt; movies, popcorn and pop.  That's a bargain for your buck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work is still the same - boring and repetative. Same people.  Same hours.  Same pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My roomies have been gone for about a month now.  We've only had one major catastrophe with our new roomie.  Actually, &lt;b&gt;I've&lt;/b&gt; only had one.  Skip hasn't had a problem with him....but that's Skip.  Regardless, our REAL roomies will be back in a couple months  YAY!  I have a nice welcome home event brewing which I'll mention more about when I have a real plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw &lt;a href="http://www.blakepreston.com" target="_blank"&gt;Blake&lt;/a&gt; play for the first time last week and then again on Wednesday.  The first show was at Chapters and was really good, but the second show at C'est What was amazing.  I think it's because this time he had a piano man with him.  You can really tell how much passion he has for his music when he's singing and telling stories about his songs.  The man's talent far exceeds what we hear and see on radio and tv today which is why I believe he'll go far with his guitar...&lt;i&gt;hey, that rhymed!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I turned 28 on the 20th.  I had a some friends over and got awesome pressies. All I have to say about it in the end is thank god for friends, cos my family decided to be MIA this year.  I guess all my past efforts of help, support and lending a shoulder or an ear isn't deemed worthy enough for one phone call on my birthday.  Yet here I sit helping now and I know I'll do it again cos if I don't I'll be the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I joined the YMCA(I can never say that without singing) last week.  I'm starting on Monday.  Come April 1st, I plan on not buying a metropass and riding my bike instead...good ol' silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;BFF&lt;/a&gt; is turning into one of the strongest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a new pair of jeans last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now.  There are so many times when I'll be at work or on the subway - always somewhere far from a computer - when I think "I'm going to post something about &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;insert event or thought here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" and when I finally do get to a computer I can never remember what it was I wanted to talk about.  I guess that's old age kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111179179168980194?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111179179168980194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111179179168980194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111179179168980194' title='catch up...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-111007338484580674</id><published>2005-03-05T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T20:47:53.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my good OLD friend....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how bored I am!  I haven't done one thing all day.  It's now 8:30 and I'm sitting here watching my &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/newlyweds-nick_and_jessica/series.jhtml?_requestid=287406" target="_blank"&gt;guilty pleasure&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know why I like it.  It's really a show about nothing, but I can't stop watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto more important things...My &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;BFF&lt;/a&gt; turned &lt;b&gt;28&lt;/b&gt; on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her present I got her the &lt;a href="http://www.longwayround.com/lwr.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Long Way Round&lt;/a&gt; series along with the companion book.  She loved it, I knew she would.  A BFF has to know these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went out in celebration.  First we went to Kevin's friend Phil's house which is so nice.  The lobby of the place makes mine look like a freakin' shack!  After our pre-drinking at Phil's we made out way over to this other place where the real party was taking place.  It was in this loft that, suprise, was really nice.  There were a lot of people I didn't know and some that I did...the one's I went with, but whatever.  We drank ate and mingled.  It was fun.  I even smoked a cigerette!  It wasn't too late a night.  I got home around 2ish and stayed in bed till 10 and since then haven't done anything.  Which is okay.  It's very rare that I'm not doing something or have to do something.  Come Monday I'll be happy I sat around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my birthday is in 15 days.  I'm not as excited as when I was 10, but I'm having a small party so YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-111007338484580674?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111007338484580674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/111007338484580674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111007338484580674' title='my good OLD friend....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110895370097096142</id><published>2005-02-20T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:41:40.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>what a vegged out weekend I've had.  Friday night I did nothing.  My roomies and I attempted to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind but went to bed one after the other.  Not that it's a bad movie, because we were tired and we didn't put it on until after 10.  Besides, I saw the movie before and knew what happened.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday Amanda came over.  We hung out at my place for a while then made out way to her parents house.  They left for Cuba this morning and invited me to hang out and some cocktails before they left.  We had an awesome dinner (steak with all the fixin's), some wine and then her mom made these KILLER dacquiries.  She makes them with fresh strawberries....mmmmmm.  So after she made a double batch, her and Robert went to bed and left me and Amanda to our own devices.  We stayed up, finished the drinks and then went to bed.  Nothing crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dianne came over and we watched Ray and ate so much junk food I feel sick just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and my roomies are watching....RAY!  Crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110895370097096142?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110895370097096142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110895370097096142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110895370097096142' title='whoa'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110876891269873224</id><published>2005-02-18T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T18:26:48.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Yay shiznit's Friday!!! I made that shiznit another week at my tiring job. No, that shiznit's not exhausting tiring - that shiznit's BORING tiring." All week I haven't really had anything do so I make myself look busy, know what I'm sayin'? Which could be easy if I only had do that shiznit fo' an hour or two, but having do that shiznit fo' eight hours is hard, know what I'm sayin'? Hopefully next week I'll actually has something productive do - cross yo' fingers fo' me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't has any real plans fo' this weekend. I wuz going paint my room but never bought any paint. On Sunday I'm going Amanda's parents house to watch Ray on da HUGE tv, know what I'm sayin'? Gotta try get get in mo' Oscar movies before next Sunday n' shit. I do this ever year - I wait until da last minute sqeeze izzall da movies in n' shit. After this year's Oscars I has no excuse not see 'em in theatres now that movie prices has dropped - THANK GOD n' shit. I hated spending over $20 just fo' me see one movie, know what I'm sayin'? Now that shiznit'll cost just under $20, but not by much, know what I'm sayin'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's izzall I has fo' now n' shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110876891269873224?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110876891269873224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110876891269873224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110876891269873224' title='Yay!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110766087911411922</id><published>2005-02-05T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:05:34.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's a girl to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=zach+braff/v=2/SID=e/l=IVS/SIG=14t20vqnk/EXP=1107746178/*-http%3A//us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/sundance/sundance_film_festival_2004_photos/zach_braff/sundance.jpg" height="200" width="130"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=jason+bateman/v=2/SID=e/l=IVS/SIG=14b5it5ih/EXP=1107746664/*-http%3A//us.tv1.yimg.com/tv.yahoo.com/images/he/photo/tv_pix/fox/arrested_development/jason_bateman/gallery_gavinbond.jpg" height="200" width="144"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Braff is going to be guest starring on &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/arresteddev/" target="_blank"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/a&gt;!  I LOVE that show.  I hope he interacts a lot with Gob.  I like Gob.  I don't really have a "favourite" charactor cos I love them all for different reasons.  Each person makes the show hilarious in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home alone tonight.  I haven't been home on a weekend in so long.  All three of my roomies are gone.  It's just me and Tigger.  I told Skippy I would stay awake till he gets home around midnight and I will do my best.  Maybe I'll post something again later....it won't be anything interesting unless Tigger can think of something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored in the teedot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110766087911411922?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110766087911411922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110766087911411922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110766087911411922' title='what&apos;s a girl to do?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110756216207813522</id><published>2005-02-04T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T19:27:25.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>humuna-humuna....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.johnnydeppfan.com/portraits/p31.jpg" height="202" width="144"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Amanda, Dianne and I went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.miramax.com/findingneverland/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/a&gt;.  Is Johhny Depp ever gonna be done with getting hot?  Man, the older he gets, the hotter he gets.  I can barely handle it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the job at head office.  That's okay, I was kind of nervous if I had to leave.  I like the (majority) of the people I work with.  Que ce sera sera.  Plus, if I left I wouldn't get to see all the celebs that come in our store.  Last Saturday &lt;a href="http://www.michaelmadsen.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Michael Madson&lt;/a&gt; was in LOOKING FOR HIS BOOK OF POETRY!  How tacky to come into a store just to find your own book.  AND last week &lt;a href="http://www.cheechandchong.com" target="_blank"&gt;Tommy Chong&lt;/a&gt; was in.  I got my picture taken with him.  He's a really funny guy and so smart!  He was telling me the history of salt.  Very interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got....the wine's calling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110756216207813522?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110756216207813522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110756216207813522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110756216207813522' title='humuna-humuna....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110644351447912325</id><published>2005-01-22T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T20:26:52.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, the internet</title><content type='html'>I decided to write a post about the books I'm reading and plan on reading.  I thought "maybe I'll try to find a picture of a nerdy-bookworm to spice up my post".  So I went to the always reliable &lt;a href="yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;yahoo&lt;/a&gt; and typed in 'bookworm', hit enter and went to the images.  MAN!  These are not pictures of bookworms.  These pictures have nothing to do with books at all.  Mind you, I didn't exactly take the time to really look at them and see if maybe they do relate, but I suspect they don't.  Go see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better show my sister.  I don't want her to think I'm looking up these types of things on her computer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110644351447912325?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110644351447912325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110644351447912325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110644351447912325' title='ah, the internet'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110636172613322188</id><published>2005-01-21T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:42:16.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus aych christ...</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since my last post!  Who am I?  &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/index.html"&gt;This guy&lt;/a&gt;?  A lot has happened.  Nothing crazy exciting, but I've been keeping busy.  Last night I went out with my little brit posse.  My friend Mandy left today.  She's only been here four months but she's homesick and decided to go home eight months early.  So last night a group of us went to a pub down the street from my house.  Had some dinner, some pints and played pool.  It was all very fun and sad, but more fun than sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today when I got to work I found out that I have an interview at our head office on Tuesday.  Last week I applied for the job and finally got a call back last night.  I'm nervous but excited.  I really hope I get the job.  I like the people I work with and I guess my job isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad, but it pays barely anything and there's always that small fright of seeing my name scheduled on a Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I finally posted.  Maybe I'll update my reading list....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110636172613322188?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110636172613322188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110636172613322188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110636172613322188' title='jesus aych christ...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110410797577297371</id><published>2004-12-26T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:40:46.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=christmas+tree/v=2/SID=e/l=IVI/SIG=12t4u9d4i/EXP=1104193004/*-http%3A//www.gocolumbiamo.com/Fire/Images/Holiday_Safety/christmas-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!  I'm at my sissy's place right now.  I got here Friday evening.  The weekend went really good with everyone loving their gifts and me loving mine.  The highlights of all the gifts I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a digital camera from my mom&lt;br /&gt;-clothes from my sissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally prefer people to not buy me clothes but she knows what I like and my size so it's all good.  The camera my mom got me is really cool too.  One of the awesome features it has is that I can email pictures right from it.  How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to write about but after this long weekend I just don't have the energy.  I'll write more this week when I'm home.  Oh, one thing I'll mention now - Clara &lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt; the TV I got her.  She's got a PS2 hooked up in her room....we haven't really seen her since christmas morning....My mom got her a Gameboy too so once she gets games I think she'll come back downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110410797577297371?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110410797577297371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110410797577297371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110410797577297371' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110264633313853943</id><published>2004-12-09T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:54:24.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season for layers....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photochannel.telusmobility.com/getImage?pid=ph1186719620473&amp;size=IMAGE_RES_4&amp;e=ec1v2926835440368d155352&amp;m=155352" height="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Dianne and Darryl.  Two people I work with.  Two very cool people.  Look at them!  Aren't they cool?  Yeah, they're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to get cold out.  I've been wearing layers and taking the subway.  I've decided to retire my bike until spring.  I'm ashamed to say why, but I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week when I was riding home(after two weeks of not riding cos of my previous accident)I got hit....again.  Well, not "HIT" but their mirror hit my handlebars which made me crash and fall....again.  I didn't get hurt but the woman driving the car kind of panicked and asked me not to call the police.  I obliged and, long story short, we ended up including the police and she got charged with failing to yield to a cyclist and had to pay for my bike.  It's still in the shop after a week but I should be getting back next week.  The woman who hit me turned out to be a total witch bitch and I'm glad she got charged cos she tried to blame me for the whole debacle.  She said it was my fault because I was on the road.  I haven't told my mom what happened.  I know she'd flip.  She won't want to my ride my bike anymore.  So even though I wasn't hurt I don't want her to know.  My dad reads this so he'll know, but he's all the way in Sudbury...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my lovely mother, I'm going to visit her tomorrow for the weekend...YAY!  I love hanging out with my mom.  We always cook a nice meal my first night there.  She'll usually get ingredients for me to bake something and when it's done we'll watch a movie and eat whatever it is I baked.  We go shopping, or at least browsing, go for rides wherever, stay up late visiting and I get up early with my darling Laila and clean before she can get up and tell me not to.  A nice perk of visiting is when we go to the grocery store and she buys me stuff for my lunches - but even without that perk things are awesome.  Then on the day I leave she'll either cook a nice greasy spoon breakfast or we'll go to one of Orillia's own greasy spoons. The only shitty part of our weekends is when I have to leave :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgot to mention - I got boxing day off work which means I'll have the whole weekend to spend with my sissy and the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Could you tell I miss my fam?  I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110264633313853943?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110264633313853943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110264633313853943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110264633313853943' title='tis the season for layers....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110125922323723417</id><published>2004-11-23T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:20:23.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fa-la-la-la-laa-la-la-la-laa</title><content type='html'>I am a christmas junkie!  I love christmas&lt;i&gt;(ILC)&lt;/i&gt;.  I love christmas music and christmas trees - christmas anything.  I've already started my shopping (almost two weeks ago) and come my next paycheque I will be finished.  That's the plan anyway, but considering we get three paycheques this month I'll probably end up buying more than I should but that's okay cos ILC man!  I even bought all my christmas wrap - I am on the freakin' ball!  Now I just have to figure out how to get eveything to my sissy's place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;My mom's coming to stay with me this weekend.  I just got back from Shoppers getting all my cleaning supplies.  Won't my roommate be happy when he get's home and see's the chores I've chosen for him!  Our other two roommates are gone for the rest of the month on acting gigs so they're exempt from chores for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Scott and Sarah being gone, I noticed that when they're not here Tigger(our kitty) gets depressed.  He'll sleep all day and if he isn't sleeping he's giving us cut eye anytime we try to play with him.  I'm not really a cat person, but when my roommates are gone I'll cuddle Tiggs in an attempt to cheer him up.  Hopefully he'll enjoy having company this weekend and maybe even crack a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110125922323723417?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110125922323723417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110125922323723417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110125922323723417' title='fa-la-la-la-laa-la-la-la-laa'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110096227049035587</id><published>2004-11-20T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T09:51:10.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what better nurse is there?</title><content type='html'>I couldn't take it anymore.  The pain in my knee wasn't subsiding so I had no other choice but to call my mom.  She came and picked me up Thursday night and since then has done everything she can think of to make me feel better.  I've been planted on her couch watching movies with the occasional trek to the washroom, or in this case, to the computer.  My leg's getting better.  I'm starting to see the kneecap again.  Sleeping has been getting better too.  I think it's the combination of my knee actually getting better and being at my mom's that has me on the mend.  I'm going home tomorrow.  She offered to drive me back to the city, but I think I'll take the bus - as much as I loath the stupid, ugly, smelling, overpriced things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll write more later today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110096227049035587?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110096227049035587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110096227049035587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110096227049035587' title='what better nurse is there?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110046469829966488</id><published>2004-11-14T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:04:04.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thump shhh thump shhh....</title><content type='html'>That's how I sound when I walk.  Well, maybe not so pathetic but my rhythm is definately off.  It's more like &lt;i&gt;step tap step tap&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic today cos the swelling will not go down.  The doctor(who was australian by the way) looked at my knee and said: "with this much swelling it's hard to see what's wrong. we're going to have to take x-rays".  So tomorrow morning I go in for x-rays.  My knee hurts more than it has so far only because the doc kept pushing it and bending it.  I hope I won't require crutches cos I can't walk with those things and I'm not cool enough to walk with a pimp-daddy cane.  The only time I ever "used" crutches was when I was a kid.  My sissy hurt her leg when a headstone fell on it when we were kids.  The crutches were too big for me but I would run with them and then launch myself in the air landing about four or five feet from where I left off.  I don't think that method would work today.  I tried using some at Amanda's house on Friday, but when she saw me standing with them wearing my jacket she said: "oh, you have a poppy. you look like a vet".  I left the crutches at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's going on today.  My roomies and I are going to have a game night tonight. We're playing clue.  A game I suck at but love. Wish me luck that I'll actually make correct accusations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110046469829966488?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110046469829966488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110046469829966488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110046469829966488' title='thump shhh thump shhh....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-110038521338820226</id><published>2004-11-13T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:33:33.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>screeeeeeech!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy November!  Wow, it's already November.  Christmas next month and then 2005 right after that.  Things are moving way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving too fast, last night on my way home all hell broke loose.  For the past couple weeks it's been dusk by the time I leave from work and dark by the time I get home.  I knew I had to get lights for my bike cos I really didn't feel safe driving with only refelectors - cars felt too close.  So yesterday on our lunch break, Graham and I went to go and get me some lights.  I got a rad rear flashy one for my backback so people could see me from behind and an awesome LED front light so people could see me coming.  Now you would think that with having my cool lights my ride home would be a breeze....no dice.  I left work and it was already dark.  I rode about two blocks when I stopped at a stop sign to turn left. I looked both ways and started to turn.  As I was in mid turn, an SUV came up beside me and attempted to turn right without stopping.  He(or she) missed me by a hair and only missed cos I cranked my handle bars to avoid their vehicle.  I ended up falling with my bike and I thought the SUV was going to stop, but instead it merely paused for about a second and then left.  Yes, left while I was still lying in the road.  A woman came up to me and asked if I was okay and picked up my bike.  I told her I wasn't sure and she kept walking(thanks!).  I ended up calling Amanda cos my knee was killing me and now as I write this I'm sitting at home with my knee bandaged and elevated with an ice pack.  I hobble when I walk, but I'm glad that that's all that's wrong with me.  My bike is fine, but I think I should take my lights back for a refund because, oddly enough, I was safer without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will persevere! I will ride again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: I won't take my lights back.  I'll give them another chance!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-110038521338820226?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110038521338820226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/110038521338820226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110038521338820226' title='screeeeeeech!!!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109884507626732887</id><published>2004-10-26T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:44:36.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BRAFF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.zap2it.com/ltvimages/images/240/zachbraff_scrubs_240_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.pcavote.com/" target="_blank"&gt;People's Choice Awards&lt;/a&gt; were announced today and my crush Zach Braff is nominated for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Leading Man&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Male TV Star&lt;br /&gt;Favourite TV Comedy-Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nominees for Favourite Movie, Movie Drama and On-Screen Chemistry will be announced in December so cross your fingers that Zach and Garden State get nods - did I just use that term?  I'm so Hollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, please go and vote for him and tell all your friends to the same.  Voting can be done &lt;a href="http://www.pcavote.com/voting/film/f01.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109884507626732887?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109884507626732887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109884507626732887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109884507626732887' title='GO BRAFF!!!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109881401572015006</id><published>2004-10-26T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T14:07:39.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fortnight + 1/2</title><content type='html'>What can I say?  It's been 20 days since my last post.  I have a number of excuses that I can use to explain my blogging absence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our computer at home sucks ass - I can create posts, but I can't publish them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Our computers at work suck ass - It's a very rare occasion that they work.  I'm told I can use the computers in the manager's office, but that would risk people (I don't want) reading this.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've actually been relatively busy that when I get home the last thing I want to do is attempt to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the lack of updates.  Hope we're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been busy.  You know how they say things happen in three's? It's true.  We had &lt;a href="http://www.redhotchilipeppers.com" target="_blank"&gt;Anthony Kiedis&lt;/a&gt; in signing his &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/item.asp?Item=978140130101&amp;Catalog=Books&amp;N=35&amp;Lang=en&amp;Section=books&amp;zxac=1" target="_blank"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.billycorgan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Billy Corgan&lt;/a&gt; did the &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/item.asp?Item=978057121189&amp;Catalog=Books&amp;Lang=en&amp;Section=books&amp;zxac=1" target="_blank"&gt;same&lt;/a&gt; and next Monday &lt;a href="http://www.joysmayhem.com/" target="-blank"&gt;Tommy Lee&lt;/a&gt; will make it three with his &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/item.asp?Item=978074348343&amp;Catalog=Books&amp;N=35&amp;Lang=en&amp;Section=books&amp;zxac=1" target="_blank"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.  I worked the first two and they were both really fun.  I found that Billy Corgan is nicer than Anthony Kiedis.  When AK and I were introduced he said hello but was very distracted.  Then when he left I said "bye Anthony!" to which he said "bye".  Nothin special with him.  Billy Corgan on the other hand was very nice - just not so much with his fans.  After he signed his books(which he was NOT personalising), he signed mine "to starr".  He then asked "we're you named after Ringo Starr?".  I told him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he signed my book, my manager asked me to go to the office and wait for my friend Billy.  As he walked back to the office there were still a bunch of people waiting around for him and as he went past them they cheered and said things like "we love you billy".  Rather than being a good rockstar he turned his head and looked at his security and rolled his eyes.  Nice guy eh?  Oh well, he was nice to me.  We chatted in the office while he signed books and I think we're almost best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the topic of work, guess who came walking in the other day?  &lt;a href="http://www.jimmyfallon.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Jimmy Fallon&lt;/a&gt;!  He is effin hot!  In a geeky way.  I never spoke to him, but he was beside me for most of his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISSY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned 30 on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109881401572015006?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109881401572015006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109881401572015006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109881401572015006' title='fortnight + 1/2'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109709785002951840</id><published>2004-10-06T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:24:10.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one smart cookie!</title><content type='html'>On Monday my sister went to an assembly at my neice's school. It was the principal's assembly and Clara was getting an award for being on of the smartest kids in her class - which says a lot cos she's in a split grade two and three class and she's in grade two.  In her first month of second grade she got 100% on all of her tests!  She's so smart.  Sam said she's a very proud mom which she should be and I'm a very proud auntie.  I've been telling everyone who crosses my path just how smart Clara is.  YAY CLARA!  She's just like her auntie!  Ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the last two days at work have been pretty action packed.  On Tuesday we had a guy come in the store and try to steal $1300 worth of books.  He had this huge duffle bag that he filled, but once he saw the police walk in he emptied it as fast as he could and the pile was HUGE!  Then today we had a guy come in who was banned from the store in April.  What happened was back in April he came in and, being a known theif, was asked to leave - which he did - but then came back drunk and uttering death threats to our security guy and a manger.  He got arrested and received three months in jail.  That was in April and he got out in July.  So today I'm at cash and Dennis(our security guy) yells out: "Starr!  Call the MOD!".  The guy came in the store and Dennis recognized him and called the poe-poe.  They came again and he got arrested for trespassing and for not meeting with his parole officer.  He was also found with the same items he used to shoplift here before.  The guy is a nut!  Why would he come back to the store he was banned from for stealing and such and do the same thing?  Oh, well, at least I finally got to see some action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.  Oh, by the way...I'm such a speed racer on my bike now.  Graham(a guy I work with) raised my seat and Alex(another guy I work with) went with me to put air in my tires.  Now I'm nothing but a blur.  I'm like superman on a bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eshkawkogan Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109709785002951840?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109709785002951840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109709785002951840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109709785002951840' title='one smart cookie!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109684320952442000</id><published>2004-10-03T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T17:36:27.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened?</title><content type='html'>Last night I went over to Amanda and Damian's.  The plan was that they were going to have people over for drinks and fun but Damian wasn't feeling well so it went from friends to me and the two of them.  We decided to still have a couple drinks since I brought over a bottle of wine.  By the end of the night, the one bottle of wine turned into five between me and Amanda.  Needless to say we got pretty toasted but it was fun.  We took turns picking music and there were numerous times when all three of us were up dancing.  We laughed and danced, I think I got sick and at some point made my way to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109684320952442000?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109684320952442000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109684320952442000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109684320952442000' title='what happened?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109656332955982776</id><published>2004-09-30T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:57:14.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oil of olay, twice a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sketchingparis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt; changed your pic FINALLY, you're a lot cuter now don't you think (less wrinkles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109656332955982776?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109656332955982776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109656332955982776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109656332955982776' title='oil of olay, twice a day'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109640730738486135</id><published>2004-09-28T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:39:35.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, my glutes!</title><content type='html'>I made the trek last night from work to home.  It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  It took me about 25 minutes.  I had to walk for a couple blocks on Sherbourne but other than that it was okay.  A friend at work told me that it will indeed get easier and that eventually I'll probably be able to do the ride in 20 minutes.  Right now that's nothing but crazy talk to me.  Especially after this morning when I had to ride a little slower cos my butt hurt from all the riding I did yesterday.  Ah, the trials of riding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Lemony Snikett.  It is so hilarious. Plus the books are really cute, so once I read them all they'll look very good on a bookshelf.  I recently finished reading the Time Traveller's Wife.  It is an awesome book.  I've been recommending it to every customer who says: "can you recommend a good book?".  If anyone asks you, tell them to read it on my suggestion.  I'm good for it.  I read all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering, I will be fixing my pictures soon.  I have to transfer them to a different host.  I know it's probably not something that keeps you awake at night, but I thought I would mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F'shizell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109640730738486135?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109640730738486135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109640730738486135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109640730738486135' title='oh, my glutes!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109632028933783375</id><published>2004-09-27T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:39:52.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it'll get easier right?</title><content type='html'>This morning I rode my bike to work.  I know, I know.  You're thinking: "she bought that bike months ago and she's just now riding it?".  I &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to always ride it when I lived at Amanda and Damian's, but now that I'm on the Danforth it takes a little longer cos it's &lt;i&gt;WAAAYYY&lt;/i&gt; farther.  It's just over 5 miles one way which means I'll bike about 11 miles a day and 55 miles a week!  That's 2860 miles a year of just riding to work!  That's crazy talk!  The ride to work wasn't so bad.  It took me about half an hour.  I'm worried about my ride home.  Then doing it again tomorrow and the next day and the next day....it'll get easier right?  It's supposed to isn't it?  Wish me luck!  If don't write anything in the next couple of days look for me along Queen West, Sherbourne or the Danforth.  I'll be the chica beside the wicked ass bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109632028933783375?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109632028933783375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109632028933783375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109632028933783375' title='it&apos;ll get easier right?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109571601972987929</id><published>2004-09-20T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:40:17.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bones....</title><content type='html'>I know that in my last post I promised this awesome story of chamagne and keh-vee-are(I don't know how to really spell it) and I still haven't followed through.  It was an awesome night if that still matters.  Now that's it's over a week old I don't think I can tell the story with as much pizazz as I would've seven days ago.  In it's place I suggest you go read &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda's&lt;/a&gt; account of the evening.  She was there along with me, Kate and Michelle and her version of the story is exactly my version sans the "stilleto on john".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've moved.  I now live with three actors - Scott, Sarah and Scott.  You think two Scott's is weird?  The girl who used to have my room was named Sarah!  Yes, that means before me it was Scott, Sarah, Scott and Sarah.  The world can be crazy sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Film Festival is now over as well.  This year wasn't as good as last year, which was that best both movie wise and celeb spotting wise.  Here's a list of the movies I've seen - I've given them a rating out of 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creep&lt;/b&gt;: ?/10&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see this movie cos I was out doing it up with my friend Jamie Foxx at the hardest club to get into during the Film Festival but hear that it was crazy scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In My Father's Den&lt;/b&gt;: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;This was a New Zealand movie.  It's tied with another movie for my favourite of the fest.  It's a drama slash suspense deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Machinest&lt;/b&gt;: strong7/10&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Christian Bale grossly skinny was gross.  The atmosphere in this movie gave it it's creepiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noel&lt;/b&gt;: 6.5/10...yeah, I gave it a half...&lt;br /&gt;A movie set at Christmas time in NYC.  The story was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Millions&lt;/b&gt;: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;This was the movie that IMFD was tied with.  It's a very good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Libertine&lt;/b&gt;: 1/10&lt;br /&gt;GAG!  YAWN!  It gets half a point for having Johnny Depp and another half for having Jeff from Coupling.  Other than that it bit large!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trauma&lt;/b&gt;: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth was good.  The movie was good.  There were some very disturbing scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Primer&lt;/b&gt;: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;This movie kept losing me, not because of boredom but because of huh's.  It's about time travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saw&lt;/b&gt;: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;This movie was so fuckin' creepy!  I couldn't sleep after seeing it.  I couldn't get the closet scene out of my head....WATCH IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109571601972987929?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109571601972987929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109571601972987929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109571601972987929' title='lazy bones....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109494886085565759</id><published>2004-09-11T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:31:18.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>doin' it up hollywood style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photochannel.telusmobility.com/getImage?pid=ph1114343440457&amp;size=IMAGE_RES_4&amp;e=ec1v6674556900372d1678&amp;m=1678" border="0" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, once again I don't have much time to really write anything in depth so I'll sum it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me, &lt;a href="http://www.pictureshow.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, and Michelle went to the red carpet for &lt;a href="http://www.huckabees.com/" target="_blank"&gt;I Heart Huckabees&lt;/a&gt;.  Long story short(for now) we got invited to the after party by &lt;a href="http://www.markwahlberg.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Marky Mark&lt;/a&gt; and by the night's end we found ourselves at a VIP party at this very swank club in Yorkville with another high-profile actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, now you want the whole story don't you?  In time my pretties....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109494886085565759?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109494886085565759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109494886085565759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109494886085565759' title='doin&apos; it up hollywood style...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109413944009868881</id><published>2004-09-02T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T18:19:30.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to waste!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have t-minus 10 minutes to write a post.  I'm sitting at work right now on my break.  There's a girl beside that is typing about 2,000 words a minute....she's creeping me out.  I feel like she's not really typing but actually watching out of the corner of her eye what I'm typing cos honestly, who can type that fast?  Wait, now she's playing with the mouse....I don't think she cares what I'm typing here beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Zach Braff's most recent post.  The guy is hilarious!  Amanda and I were talking and we both agree that he seems to have the same sense of humour that we do.  Which means that WHEN we become friends with him(cross your fingers for us) we'll all really get along.  It'll be a non-stop laugh fest.  I can just picture it: me, Zach and Amanda all sitting around laughing and Damian sitting in the corner scowling at us.  Why's Damian scowling?  Cos I recently realized that if Amanda and I are really into something, he hates it.  Therefore I think he would scowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....got one minute to get something to eat.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109413944009868881?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109413944009868881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109413944009868881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109413944009868881' title='no time to waste!!!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109400601623714232</id><published>2004-08-31T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:33:36.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.zach-braff.com/gardenstate-poster.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Garden State&lt;/a&gt;.  It's the best movie I've seen in a long time.  I've seen it three times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109400601623714232?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109400601623714232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109400601623714232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109400601623714232' title='......'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109397937384796112</id><published>2004-08-31T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T15:09:33.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my second home?</title><content type='html'>it's me, &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt; amanda&lt;/a&gt;, again.  you really gotta post something starr, look at me crashing your site again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added a counter for you so you could see how many people are visiting.  you might want to think about uploading a photo otherwise i'm just gonna keep coming in here and changing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109397937384796112?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109397937384796112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109397937384796112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109397937384796112' title='my second home?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109301268846494596</id><published>2004-08-20T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T10:38:08.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>your guest poster</title><content type='html'>hi, it's me, &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt; amanda&lt;/a&gt;.  i just finished this here makeover on starr's blog for her and i thought i should post a little something to surprise her when she checks it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like it starr?  you can erase this post if you want.......but i can come back.  see, you have given me the power to crash here whenever i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you don't like it or if you want something changed don't hesitate to call, you know where i live.  i also took the liberty of uploading a photo of you to your profile, you know, to give your readers the face behind the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it's as ace as you wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109301268846494596?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109301268846494596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109301268846494596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109301268846494596' title='your guest poster'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109249725637680401</id><published>2004-08-14T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:51:44.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Sonny!</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" taget="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and I hit the town for a good old fashioned girls night out.  The plan was to go to &lt;a href="http://www.greenmango.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;Green Mango&lt;/a&gt; for some Thai food and then &lt;a href="http://www.toronto.com/profile/221697/" target="_blank"&gt;7 West&lt;/a&gt; for drinks.  Once we got to GM and saw that they were running low on our usual dishes we changed plans and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.hemingways.to/page2.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hemingways&lt;/a&gt;.  They have a very scrumptous ceaser salad and their brew isn't bad either.  It was mucho fun although we could've done with less poncho wearing chicas.  I swear, every third girl who walked in was wearing one.  I can't imagine how it'll be come fall - according to Amanda it'll be ponchos and rainboots....you wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hemingways, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.lettiericafe.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lettieri&lt;/a&gt; for something sweet(just like us....seriously, we're sweet).  I'm not too sure what time we decided to head home, but as we were walking towards St. George station, we passed this little club, that oddly enough, Alex was asking if I've heard of(I hadn't till last night).  As we walked passed, Amanda said "hey, that guy looks like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001590/" target="_blank"&gt;Chazz Palminteri&lt;/a&gt;".  I hadn't noticed so we took a few steps back to peek in and yes, it was him.  He looks just like he does in movies, exactly.  He was even wearing a suit - he looked just like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106489/" target="_blank"&gt;Sonny&lt;/a&gt;.  I immediately called my sissy cos she loves the wiseguy so I had to tell her and in case you're wondering - no, I didn't see Ted Danson last night.  Our relationship is strictly business....the business of books and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109249725637680401?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109249725637680401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109249725637680401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109249725637680401' title='Hey, Sonny!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109183118335413602</id><published>2004-08-06T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:43:39.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>making your way in the world today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/baggirl.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; in the bag.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.currys.com/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;Curry's&lt;/a&gt; to get some frames for silkscreening and they gave us this massive bag.  So Amanda being Amanda, got in the bag once we got home.  She stayed in it all night!  Just kidding she didn't, but the picture is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, while I was making enchilladas for dinner, I told Amanda and Damian about a story I saw on &lt;a href="http://toronto.citytv.com/whats_on/bt/" target="_blank"&gt;Breakfast Television&lt;/a&gt;.  A snake was in Spadina Station.  It was TWO FEET LONG with a diamond on it's head - not a princess diamond, a diamond shape made of disgusting scales.  Amanda, sharing the same brutal phobia of snakes and reptiles alike as I do was sickened by the story.  As I stirred the beef I said to her: "What would you rather do?  Touch a snake or eat a piece of this beef?"  She said: "I'd eat the beef!".  She a strict vegetarian so her saying she would eat the beef means a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The other day at work Sam Malone AKA Ted Danson came into my humble store.  I assisted him with his purchases and now we're best friends!  Sorry Amanda, you've been replaced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109183118335413602?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109183118335413602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109183118335413602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109183118335413602' title='making your way in the world today...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109129552983579005</id><published>2004-07-31T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T13:38:49.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>slow poke</title><content type='html'>Although it's now a week old, let me tell you about my grandma's 75th birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to her place around 3pm on Saturday.  Everyone was very happy to see us and surpised.  My aunt Lindy didn't even notice me standing there until my cousin Rhonda pointed me out to her.  Just about everyone was there except my two brothers and our two cousins.  My grandma's brothers and sisters were there as well as various friends.  Some came by car and, since my grandma has a beach(which is where the shin-dig was), others came by boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to see all our family again.  Sam hasn't been back for about five years and I could see how much she missed it once we got there.  We spent the whole day there and left after the fireworks aroun 11pm.  Yes, we had fireworks.  It was my grandma's 75th for cryin' out loud!  We're not talking &lt;a href="http://www.astro.umd.edu/~rauch/photos/places/fire/d4i69.html&lt;/a&gt;" target="_blank"&gt;the symphony of fire&lt;/a&gt; or anything, but it was just as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was stayed at our uncle Bruce's with our dad.  Since my sissy decided to stay up till 8am Sunday morning, she missed out on Bruce's awesome greasy spoon breakfast.  After breakfast me, uncle Bruce, dad, Clara and Michael went for a ride on Bruce's boat.  We went to the Miaingowi's camp(our wicked step-mother's family) which is on a little island about a five minute boat ride from shore to shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our boat ride, my dad let the kids pick some wild raspberries and then we went back to grandma's where Sam eventually made her way to.  We finally left Wiky at 4pm Sunday, stopping in Sudbury and staying overnight in Orillia.  I got home Monday night and was back to the grind Tuesday morning.  My little recount of the evening doesn't sound as fun as it actaully was, I guess that's what I get for waiting a week to write about it.  I can't wait to go back.  I didn't even get to have a cup of tea with my grandma!  Now I really have to get back there soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109129552983579005?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109129552983579005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109129552983579005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109129552983579005' title='slow poke'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-109016646500412491</id><published>2004-07-18T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T12:02:00.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>supersonicsunday</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday my grandma turned &lt;b&gt;75&lt;/b&gt;! Our family is having a party for her next Saturday. When I called her to wish her a happy birthday I asked her what the plans were for the party. She said: "oh, nothing big. we're just going to go down to the beach". One of my favourite childhood memories is of going down to the beach(which is my grandma's backyard) with my grandma, grandpa, my sissy and our aunt muffet*. My grandpa would build a fire while me, sissy, grandma and muffet would look for sticks to roast hotdogs and marshmallows with. We would all sit around the fire with our sticks talking and laughing. It was the best. Now, despite the 7 hour drive, I really, really want to go for the party. I talked to my sissy and she agrees that we should plan to go. Of course, now that she doesn't have a car makes things difficult, but I don't think I can miss sitting around the fire again with the fam. Wish us luck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*muffet is the nickname of my aunt Amy, who does not want to be referred to as Muffet anymore. I explained to her that there's no way I can call her Amy cos I only know her as Muffet. It would be like having to call my mom sophie all of a sudden. She's accepted my explanation and has agreed to let me call her Muffet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-109016646500412491?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109016646500412491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/109016646500412491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109016646500412491' title='supersonicsunday'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108942480345756103</id><published>2004-07-09T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T22:00:03.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise....</title><content type='html'>Guess where I am? Yes, I'm in St. Catharines again with my sister.  On Sunday night she got into a car accident and, long story short, her car is unfixable and the jerks that ran into her(although they were charged with careless driving) don't have to pay a cent.  So my sister's screwed and stuck paying for her own rental car while she figures out what to do. I figured I should do the sister-ly thing and come and help her out this weekend so she can save some money. So that's where and why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself in the company of bad breath no matter which way you turn?  I was in that situation today.  Everybody I talked to today had bad breath!  Customers and co-workers.  There were a few co-workers I almost told they had bad breath, but I wasn't sure if they would take my advice and do something about it or if they would get offended/embarassed.  I didn't say anything, I just stood there and took it.  If I go to work Monday and find myself in the same spot I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; say something....&lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108942480345756103?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108942480345756103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108942480345756103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108942480345756103' title='surprise surprise....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108896356708416972</id><published>2004-07-04T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T14:11:19.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friends...</title><content type='html'>We finally got ourselves a nice weekend!  It was so nice out that &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and I decided it was about time we dressed like the lovely ladies we should be.  We both wore nice summer skirts and flip flops(we wore shirts too, but a shirt's a shirt).  It paid off too cos Damian bought us both presents from the &lt;a href="http://www.ago.net/" target="_blank"&gt;AGO&lt;/a&gt; to show his appreciation!  He got Amanda this awesome hand made vase* and he got me a print by &lt;a href="http://www.whetung.com/chee.html" target="_blank"&gt;Benjamin Chee Chee&lt;/a&gt; titled 'Friends'.  &lt;em&gt;Awwww....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice guy eh?  He's definitely a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we opened our pressies, we went to Paramount to see &lt;a href="http://spiderman.sonypictures.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Spider-Man 2&lt;/a&gt;.  It's &lt;em&gt;WAAAYYY&lt;/em&gt; better than the first one, which I was never really a fan of.  There's one scene in the movie that is so absolutly hilarious it's worth the $15 or so that you'll pay to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go see &lt;a href="http://www.fahrenheit911.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Fahrenheit 9/11&lt;/a&gt; this week too - hopefully it won't be too crowded.  I've heard it's pretty good, but I doubt it's as good as &lt;a href="http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/napoleondynamite/" target="_blank"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/a&gt;!  So far, that's my favourite movie this year.  If you think you've seen funny, you haven't.  So go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'll leave the description and background info up to &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; since it was her present and she'll get mad at me if I do it and then we won't be friends anymore and then who would I get my eyebrows done with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108896356708416972?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108896356708416972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108896356708416972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108896356708416972' title='friends...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108855962566847991</id><published>2004-06-29T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T08:08:37.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>penny for MY thoughts....</title><content type='html'>After watching the third episode of the fourth season of &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/" target="_blank"&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/a&gt;, I've decided to post my thoughts on the show so far - &lt;em&gt;isn't that what this whole &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com" target="_blank"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; this is about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/ruth_fisher.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/george_sibley.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;George&lt;/a&gt;:  I like how Ruth seems to be getting more backbone although she could use more.  As for George, I'm still not sure what to expect from him.  Will he turn out to actually be a nice, normal guy despite the fact that he's had six marriages before Ruth?  Or will he come forward as a total nut case?  Keep in mind this is all &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/crew/alan_ball.shtml" target="_balnk"&gt;Alan Ball's&lt;/a&gt; making.  Who else would think of adding "shitty" mail into a storyline?  Speaking of mail, we're still not sure who's sending the poo.  I've scanned some SFU messege boards and came up with nothing.  I'm still thinking it's crazy Arthur, but maybe in some weird twist it will actually be &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/nathaniel_fisher.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Nathaniel&lt;/a&gt;.  Remember how, on her wedding night, Ruth saw him in the parlour crying and she walked away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/david_fisher.shtml" tager="_blank"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/keith_charles.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt;: Like his mom, David seems to be getting stronger when it comes to him and Keith.  I like how, so far, he isn't letting Keith hold him down and rule him all the time.  I know they agreed to have a more open(verbally) relationship, but when David came home and told him about his &lt;em&gt;plumber&lt;/em&gt;, my mouth dropped open in shock!  Then if that wasn't crazy enough, Keith pretty much just shrugged it off - my jaw hit the floor that time!  What's going on?  Keith actually let something slide?  How unlike him.  What's even more unlike him, is him playing straight in front of his new coworkers.  All that spells is T-R-O-U-B-L-E.  So as it stands now, if he does something bad(and I mean worse than peeing in a tart's toilet), he'll have something on David with the plumber.  Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/nate_fisher.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Nate&lt;/a&gt;: First off, I have only three words for Nate - &lt;strong&gt;FIX YOUR HAIR!&lt;/strong&gt;  All his problems really started when he stopped using product in his hair or so it seems to me.  I know he lost Lisa(gag), but he never really liked her in the first place.  I wish he would just get over it, get out of this rut and get more exciting.  I know at some point soon he'll be back with Brenda or at least want her back.  Why else is she still on the show?  It's all about the Fishers not the Fishers and Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/claire_fisher.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Clair&lt;/a&gt;: So far I have no real opinion on where she's going this season.  I like that she isn't as cynical and angry and that she finally has a female friend.  I'm also relieved she's finally seeing what a loser &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/russell_corwin.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Russell&lt;/a&gt; is  - especially with that greasy, pornstar moustache.  I never could see what she saw in him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/brenda_chenowith.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Brenda&lt;/a&gt;: Talk about BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/federico_diaz.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Rico&lt;/a&gt;: What is he thinking? Sophia is totally using him.  He's gonna get himself into big time trouble.  As for his dream?  I didn't get any of it.  I'm assuming it's cos I'm not religious.  If somebody know's what it's was all about, fill me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/sixfeetunder/cast/characters/arthur_martin.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Arthur&lt;/a&gt;: He is one weird dude!  I don't think he's gone for good either. He's the one sending poo to George.  Who else would be that jealous?  He see's Ruth and George together everyday and he's weird enough to do it.  &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and Damian like him; I'm not crazy about him; he'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, reading over what I just wrote it seems to be more negative than positive.  Which, depsite how it sounds, is a good thing.  I like wathcing shows that aren't so predictable and happy.  It's nice to know that even in make-believe worlds, things don't work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108855962566847991?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108855962566847991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108855962566847991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108855962566847991' title='penny for MY thoughts....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108826922440380421</id><published>2004-06-26T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T13:01:38.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey jude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://mytm2.internetimagingnetwork.com/getImage?pid=ph1048048340464&amp;size=IMAGE_RES_4&amp;e=ec1v9574065800366d145937&amp;m=145937" border="2" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm at my sister's for the weekend watching Clara and Michael(he's saying "cheese").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had an awesome dream where I ran into and became friends with &lt;a href="http://www.jasononline.com/judelaw/" target="_blank"&gt;Jude Law&lt;/a&gt;.  He was filming a movie in Toronto and I was walking down the street when we ran into eachother.  He introduced himself; I did the same.  The dream stayed stictly G rated, unlike &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis/blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;some people's&lt;/a&gt; dreams about him.  At one point in the dream, my bike chain fell of and he helped me put it back on.  Later, we were at a park with Kate and Kevin and some girls came up to us and said to my friend Jude: "hey you're that guy from movies right?".  My friend Jude looked at me and I could see that he didn't want to deal with people that had vague recollections of him so I said "you mean him?(pointing at Kev)" and they said: "yeah, you're from &lt;a href="http://www.josh-jackson.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/a&gt;!".  Then Kev took some pictures with them and we went on our way.  If only dreams can become reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108826922440380421?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108826922440380421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108826922440380421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108826922440380421' title='hey jude...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108785824317067481</id><published>2004-06-21T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T18:52:53.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the use?</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to my sissy's house to visit her and my darling's Clara and Michael.  The visit was good.  Micheal has this new thing where every two minutes(literally) he says: "hauntie(yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;auntie), what are you doing?".  I'll answer him and he'll say: "oh" and a minute later he'll say: "hauntie, what are you doing?" over and over and over again.  If he isn't asking me what I'm doing he's asking "why?" for everything.  I'll say: "Michael, get your shoes" and he'll say: "why?".  Or I'll say: "Michael, come and eat" and he'll say: "why?".  He never gets tired of asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I took them to see &lt;a href="http://www.shrek2.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/a&gt;.  The movie is hilarious.  The kitty - Puss-in-Boots - is my favourite.  I liked when he would do his big old innocent kitty eyes.  I didn't do much else during my visit.  My sister and I played &lt;a href="http://tombraiders.net/stella/tomb3.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tomb Raider III&lt;/a&gt; and drank wine - always a good combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I would like to see &lt;a href="http://www.dodgeballmovie.com/" targer="_blank"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/a&gt;, wait, did I say Dodgeball?  I meant Vince Vaughn!  Hubba hubba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say.  I had a picture to post, but fancy &lt;a href="http://www.telus.com/cgi-ebs/jsp/homepage.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;Telus&lt;/a&gt; won't let me access them for some reason. What's the use in having an on-line picture album when I can't use it?  Now I have no choice but to post this picture in its place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/vv.bmp" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108785824317067481?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108785824317067481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108785824317067481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108785824317067481' title='What&apos;s the use?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108726460524279507</id><published>2004-06-14T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:56:45.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wyner not weener</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to &lt;a href="http://www.reedexpo.ca/bookexpo/" target="_blank"&gt;BookExpo Canda&lt;/a&gt;; one of the perks of working &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  I got a ton of books for me, my darling neice and my sissy.  It was so busy but the best part of the whole thing was the fact that one of my fav &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferweiner.com/" target="_blank"&gt;authors&lt;/a&gt; was there signing advance copies of her &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferweiner.com/firstchapters.htm" target="_blank"&gt;new book&lt;/a&gt;(which, if you weren't there, will be available in September....&lt;em&gt;sucka's&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I lined up early(15 minutes prior) cos I &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/output/books/cst-nws-book06.html" taget="_blank"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; she usually gets huge lines.  We were about 10th back and just as we were coming up I said to Alex: "Should I say something to her? I love her books, but what can I say to her?" Alex simply said: "Tell her you like her books"(he's smart!).  So when my turn came to get my book I said: "I love your books. I recommend them to everyone I know" and all she said was: "thanks for reading".  HEY!  Doesn't she realize that &lt;em&gt;I'M&lt;/em&gt; her biggest fan? I wasn't expecting a big hoopla or anything, but it would've been nice if she could've said...I don't know...anything besides the trademark &lt;em&gt;thanks for reading&lt;/em&gt;.  Oh well, she's been doing the book circuit for a while now, she must've been exhausted.  I'll still read her books and recommend her and read any other books she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of of my favourite books, what are your fav books/writers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108726460524279507?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108726460524279507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108726460524279507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108726460524279507' title='wyner not weener'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108683356971844517</id><published>2004-06-09T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:12:49.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah....</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went and saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0327162/" target="_blank"&gt;The Stepford Wives&lt;/a&gt; with Miss Kate.  I give it 4.5 stars.  Why don't I give it 5?  Cos not everything can be perfect! &lt;em&gt;nice tie in eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also so freakin hot!  The past couple days, and especially today, have been crazy sticky and humid!  I walked to get my lunch and nearly &lt;em&gt;DIED&lt;/em&gt; cos I was wearing all black. I need new clothes like short sleeved shirts for work and some lighter pants.  I just hate the idea of working so that I can afford to buy more work clothes.  Where's the payoff in that?  I also need new clothes in general.  I'm tired of jeans and t-shirts.  It's been done.  I'm done with it.  The only thing I can do now is work so I can get new work clothes so I can get real clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  It's now 10:14pm.  Fourteen minutes past my bedtime.  If I don't get to bed now how will I BOD tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108683356971844517?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108683356971844517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108683356971844517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108683356971844517' title='blah blah blah....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108653913801604322</id><published>2004-06-06T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T12:27:17.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the golden boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/win.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mixed opinions and reactions, de la Hoya won last night.  I'm no boxing pro so I can't say whether the decision was right or not, but it was a good night of boxing. My main man D watched the fight with me despite the fact he's not much of a fan. Now I have to wait till September for the de la Hoya/Hopkins fight. So until then I only have one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/punch.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the boxing talk till September....&lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;. I'm now off to see &lt;a href="http://www.harrypotter.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108653913801604322?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108653913801604322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108653913801604322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108653913801604322' title='the golden boy'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108647003599337510</id><published>2004-06-05T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T10:34:39.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fight night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/fight.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will be dishing out &lt;a href="http://www.viewerschoice.ca/events/delahoyasturm.php" target="_blank"&gt;$50&lt;/a&gt; to watch &lt;a href="http://www.oscardelahoya.com/" targer="_blank"&gt;de la Hoya&lt;/a&gt; do what he does best. No, not &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00004YWWR/104-9746135-3577508?v=glance" target="_blank"&gt;sing&lt;/a&gt; - FIGHT!  Not that he can't sing or anything, it's just that I like him for his boxing.  Don't tell him I said anything about his singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I will watch the fight.  With who?  I really don't know.  I don't know any boxing fans, unless I went to the Falls.  I may have to watch it solo or with non-fans. Oh well, que cera cera.  I'll have some beverages and make my own fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108647003599337510?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108647003599337510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108647003599337510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108647003599337510' title='fight night!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108621891000820901</id><published>2004-06-02T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T20:13:08.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>Let me set the picture for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca" target="_blank"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; doing my usual work stuff.  I take the elevator downstairs and when I get out I start walking.  I see this guy browsing around looking at magazines.  At first I just kind of glanced at him, but then I did the "double-take" when realized who he was.  He saw that I noticed him and probably realised I knew who he was so he waved and smiled.  I returned the gesture, calmly and kept walking.  You know who it was?  It was &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/city/cast/character/mr_big.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;MR. BIG&lt;/a&gt;!!!  Just wandering around in MY store!  Finally someone cool I can brag about.  I didn't approach him cos ONE - he seemed to be doing fine browsing and TWO - I have a duty to uphold the politeness of Canadians in the presence of movie stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.raleighbikes.com/bikes/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;bike&lt;/a&gt;.  I love it.  It only takes me minutes to get to work.  Yesterday I was biking home and I was on a road that had a slight incline.  I thought "better shift up" and when I went in into third(it's a 21 speed) my bike started to make this clicky noise.  So I shifted back down to second, then back to third.  Still clicked.  So I tried one more time.  Instead of shifting, my chain fell to the bottom/first gear.  I couldn't get it out and had to ride it like that all the way home.  I looked like such an asshole peddling superfast yet only gliding along the street.  Luckily D was able to fix it so I could at least ride it to the bike shop to get it fixed.  It's fixed now and everything's back to normal.  I look sane again while I ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108621891000820901?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108621891000820901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108621891000820901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108621891000820901' title='finally...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108578289128522682</id><published>2004-05-28T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T10:41:18.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hubba-hubba</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/stud.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be lucky enough to visit LA, have lunch and see this stud sitting at the table next to me.  I would saunter over and say "thanks for the water" and sit down.  Alas, I've never been to LA nor would I &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; have the balls to say anything cos he's "too sexy!".  Instead, I stay in Toronto and see people who others would love to see.  Like today, I saw &lt;a href="http://www.avril-lavigne.com" target="_blank"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/a&gt; while I was walking back to work with a slice of pizza.  And yesterday at work the former prime minister of Isreal was in with his goombas.  Why can't the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/eldardonline" target="_blank"&gt;Ron Eldard&lt;/a&gt; drop into my store?  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to meet my mother at one of her fav &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.ca" target="_blank"&gt;stores&lt;/a&gt;.  I told her that I want to get a bike this weekend and I think she may, just may, give me some $$ for one.  Ah mommies!  They're so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108578289128522682?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108578289128522682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108578289128522682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108578289128522682' title='hubba-hubba'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108569739388431695</id><published>2004-05-27T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:37:55.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VEGAS pics!...some</title><content type='html'>In celebration of my pictures working again, I'm posting some pictures that I took in Vegas with my phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/bellagiofountain.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The awesome fountains at Bellagio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/miragefalls.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lovely, tropical waterfall at Mirage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/miragevolcano.jpg" border="2" height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The raging volcano at Mirage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dropping my film off tomorrow so I'll have the rest next week, I just wanted to give you sneak peak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108569739388431695?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108569739388431695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108569739388431695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108569739388431695' title='VEGAS pics!...some'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108536154520491445</id><published>2004-05-23T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T18:25:06.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally....</title><content type='html'>So did you still want to hear about my trip to &lt;a href="http://www.lasvegas.com" target="_blank"&gt;Vegas&lt;/a&gt;?  Yeah?  Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin by mentioning that I've never been on a plane before so I was a wee bit nervous the morning we had to leave.  At one point, we were sitting getting some breakfast in the airport and Daren suggested I sit facing the window so I can see the planes - not a good plan.  I never realized how HUGE the things were.  Luckily Kevin saw my uneasiness and, rather than ask to trade seats, told me "starr, we're trading seats".  It helped.  What also helped was the fact that I packed &lt;a href="http://www.gravol.ca" target="_blank"&gt;gravol&lt;/a&gt; in a bid to sleep my way to Vegas.  I didn't end up sleeping, but I was reletively relaxed during the flight.  Good thing too, cos while we were standing outside the vegas airport waiting for a cab &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;amanda&lt;/a&gt; told me that a couple times during turbulance she got nervous.  At that point it didn't bother me that I survived death defying turbulance, I was too excited that were all finally there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.mgmgrand.com" target="_blank"&gt;MGM Grand&lt;/a&gt; - one of the biggest places I've ever stayed in.  What am I saying?  It was the biggest.  It's huge!  It took forever just to get from our rooms to the strip or to the pools.  So needless to say, whenever we left our rooms we made sure we had everything we needed cos there was no "quickly" running back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASINOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attempted to hit every casino we could.  Sounds easy, but it's not.  Whenever we went into one we would check out the gaming floor, the shops, food and take pictures which meant that we stayed in each one for a while....oh, and sometimes we &lt;em&gt;"got a feeling"&lt;/em&gt; and had to play.  That's what Vegas is all about right?  So here's the casinos we visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mgmgrand.com" target="_blank"&gt;MGM&lt;/a&gt; - obviously.  When we booked our trip we checked out the pool situation since we planned on spending at least one full day sitting in the sun with cocktails in our hands.  The &lt;a href="http://www.mgmgrand.com/pages/amenities_pool_map.asp" target="_blank"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt; made the pools look cooler than they were.  In any other place they would be cool, but we were excpecting more...it's Vegas baby!  Instead we got only half the pools(seasonal) and no lazy river.  We made the most of it and spent the majority of our pool time in the Directors/Adults Only pool and whirlpool.  We still had drinks so everything was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MGM also has a lion habitat where everyday you can see different lions and lionesses.  Watching them for 10 minutes, you will see that they're really no different from house kitties.  Just bigger.  SUMMARY - this casino was our home base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nynyhotelcasino.com/pages/index_noflash.asp" target="_blank"&gt;NEW YORK NEW YORK&lt;/a&gt; - This casino has an awesome exterior.  NYC skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty and even the Brooklyn Bridge.  We didn't do much gambling here.  I think I spent $20...I mean donated.  Kate, Kevin, Daren and I had something to &lt;a href="http://www.ninefineirishmen.com/index2.asp" target="_blank"&gt;eat&lt;/a&gt;.  Amanda and Damian weren't too crazy about spending $5 for a side order of fries so they went to Subway.  We later learned that no matter where you go, most things are expensive.  Our waitress told us that if it's on the strip, the prices were jacked up.  Viva las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day, we found New York New York's Coney Island Arcade.  It's the kind where you get tickets that you can redeem for "prizes".  We must've spent, between five of us(daren couldn't be reeled in) about $70.  On quarter games?  Yes, on quarter games.  But we got prizes and we got to try out that dancing video game.  &lt;em&gt;*I took pictures of us dancing that I'll post later*&lt;/em&gt;  SUMMARY - this casino was fun despite the fact we didn't do much gambling or take a ride on the &lt;a href="http://www.nynyhotelcasino.com/pages/ent_coaster.asp" target="_blank"&gt;rollercoaster&lt;/a&gt;...who want's to pay $12 for a 30 second ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.excalibur.com/index2.php" target="_blank"&gt;EXCALIBUR&lt;/a&gt; - this is where we played our first table games and where we first lost eachother.  We eventually all met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aladdincasino.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ALLADIN&lt;/a&gt; - we did a lot of shopping here and some gambling.  Kevin asked us "if we could own any casino in Vegas, which one would you pick?".  This was Damian's pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luxor.com" target="_blank"&gt;LUXOR&lt;/a&gt; - this is the one shaped like a pyramid with the light shooting out the tip.  It's all very Egyptian.  Daren loves anything Egyptian so this was his pick.  I'm pretty sure this was where we all hid on him too.  Sure, we're all in our twenties, but that doesn't mean we can't play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venetian.com/" TARGET="_blank"&gt;VENETIAN&lt;/a&gt; - no gambling for us here, but I did get my picture taken with &lt;a href="http://www.venetian.com/attractions/madame_tussauds.cfm" tager="_blank"&gt;Pavoratti&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themirage.com" target="_blank"&gt;MIRAGE&lt;/a&gt; - Amanda tells me that they have an awesome pool here.  They also got a volcano that erupts everynight, waterfalls and &lt;a href="http://www.siegfriedandroy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tigers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caesars.com/caesars/lasvegas/" target="_blank"&gt;CAESARS&lt;/a&gt; - HUGE CASINO.  We kept getting lost in here, but we did find a good, inexpensive place to eat.  I also won an official Caesars chocolate coin for knowing that Russel Crowe's name in Gladiator was Maximus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barbarycoastcasino.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BARBARY COAST&lt;/a&gt; - Amanda always makea fun of this place.  We did some gambling but didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caesars.com/flamingo/lasvegas" target="_blank"&gt;FLAMINGOS&lt;/a&gt; - breifly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imperialpalace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;IMPERIAL PALACE&lt;/a&gt; - this is a little dive place.  Damian and I did some gambling, I think he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boardwalklv.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BOARDWALK&lt;/a&gt; - Home of the Three Dollar Tables.  I think this was the only place where we all gambled, even Daren got in on the action.  One night we were there they had a Prince cover band YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandalaybay.com/home.jsp" target="_blank"&gt;MANDELAY BAY&lt;/a&gt; - we took the tram to this casino.  It's one of the first(or last) casino's on the strip.  No gambling, just sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caesars.com/paris/lasvegas/" target="_blank"&gt;PARIS&lt;/a&gt; - this was Amanda's casino.  It's so pretty.  Did we gamble? Yes.  Did we shop? Yes.  Did we eat? Twice.  We had an awesome, delicious, scumptious brunch and a seranaded dinner.  Everyone else also had crepes, which I tasted and can honestly say they were yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BELLAGIO&lt;/a&gt; - this was MY casino and it's a very "classy joint".  We watched the &lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/pages/frameset_flash.asp" target="_blank"&gt;fountains&lt;/a&gt; I think everyday.  They are breathtaking.  They were, I think, one of the best attratctions there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Old Vegas which is where the locals win....or so I read.  Of course while in Vegas, I also excersised my priveledge of walking around with alcoholic beverages.  The weather was awesome and I finally got to see palm trees....in real life.  I'll post pictures once I get them developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108536154520491445?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108536154520491445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108536154520491445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108536154520491445' title='finally....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108475576109730433</id><published>2004-05-16T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:02:41.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things must come to an end....</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Vegas.  We took the redeye and got back to Toronto early Saturday morning.  My sleep is kinda wonky, but I should be good for work tomorrow(gag).  Vegas was awesome. I took lots of pictures and have lots to tell but it will have to wait till tomorrow cos I just don't have the energy yet.  Just wanted to let you all know that my first PLANE trip was good.  I was nervous when I first boarded, but thanks to my BFF Amanda, I was semi-cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back tomorrow for the whole story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108475576109730433?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108475576109730433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108475576109730433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108475576109730433' title='all good things must come to an end....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108410977430634991</id><published>2004-05-09T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T09:50:27.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/2.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past four months my posse and I have been holding a secret.  Tomorrow it's Damian's birthday and we're all flying Vegas to celebrate.  He knew nothing about the trip until last night and let me tell you IT'S BEEN A DIFFICULT FOUR MONTHS.  There were a couple of occasions where we accidentaly let it slip that we were going, but thankfully he never caught on.  Even last night when we told him we were going, he didn't believe us at first.  We had to show him our itinerary and US cash.  Not that he thought we were lying, just that he couldn't believe &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; planned all this.  It's an awesome gift don't you think?  I can't wait to see what she gets me for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we started our celebrations.  I was so glad to finally fess up to all the &lt;em&gt;fibs&lt;/em&gt; I've told D over the past four months.  I polished off a bottle of wine like it was going out of style and ended up "resting my eyes" for about an hour during the party.  It was good that I slept though cos today I don't feel like I partied hardy last night.  Now I can finish buying all my trip stuff without having to sneak it into the house without D seeing it.  I'm also nervous cos I've never been on a plane before.  Amanda's always told me that she wants to be with me when I take my first flight and she's stuck to her word.  She tells me it will all be okay and I believe her.  Some people have also told me to just drink and I'll be fine, but the only problem with that is that we leave at 10am.  So instead, I've started a new book and I'll pack some graval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIVA LAS VEGAS BABIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108410977430634991?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108410977430634991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108410977430634991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108410977430634991' title='VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108403953474027483</id><published>2004-05-08T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T09:50:48.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh...ahhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/peds.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all done!  Me and &lt;a href="http://www.pictureshow.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; had our brows waxed yesterday and this morning got manicures and pedicures.  In the picture above, mine are the flinstone feet and amanda's are the white ones....er, I mean the &lt;em&gt;untanned&lt;/em&gt; ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went and saw Van Helsing.  IT WAS HORRIBLE!  HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE!  I will never recommend it to anyone, unless they want to waste money or they're stoned out of the minds and need something to do.  The only good part of the movie was a scene where there's three people walking and I lean over to Amanda and say "a monk, frankenstein's monster and Van Helsing walk into a bar".  That was the best part of the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now cos we're all going to out to eat.  I'll write more tonight cos I think I'll have something special to mention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108403953474027483?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108403953474027483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108403953474027483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108403953474027483' title='ohh...ahhhhh....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108396749863279675</id><published>2004-05-07T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:09:27.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIFFF!</title><content type='html'>Thank god it's finally fuckin' friday!   This week took forever to end, but now that it's here I'm happy. &lt;em&gt;*dancing a happy jig*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;amanda&lt;/a&gt; and I are getting our eyebrows &lt;a href="http://www.sensesspa.com" target="_blank"&gt;waxed&lt;/a&gt; and then tomorrow we're getting manicures and pedicures.  Total girl time.  We need it every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago we went for dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.toronto.com/profile/312625/" target="_blank"&gt;bandidos&lt;/a&gt;.  It was DELICIOUS!  Amanda and D had margaritas and I had a couple beers.  I'm not good with the tequila unless my party's looking to get bitch slapped for no reason at all.  I had beef enchiladas that were almost as good as my mom's.  The place is a little on the pricey side($16.95 for my plate) so I think we'll save eating there for special occasions - like supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later - my eyebrow waxing is calling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108396749863279675?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108396749863279675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108396749863279675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108396749863279675' title='TGIFFF!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108378856520728085</id><published>2004-05-05T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:32:49.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cinco de mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/cinco.jpg" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cinco De Mayo!  I'm in a bad mood on this festive day.  Let me tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be only certain people that really annoyed me.  Lately that list has been growing.  I don't like that it's growing but there's not much I can do about it.  My &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/Default.asp" target="_blank"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; requires me to interact with some really idiotic customers.  Two examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gift please take line one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you for holding.  How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Idiot#1: Hi.  I'm looking for a journal that I was told you carry.  I have a number.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, what's the number?&lt;br /&gt;Idiot#1: ###-####-###&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, give me a sec and I'll go see if I can find it.&lt;br /&gt;HOLDING&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes we do have some here.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#1: You do?  Can I have the number?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's ###-####-###.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#1: That doesn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's the number you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#1: Yeah, well it's a going away gift and I need it right away.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well we do have about 10 in stock right now.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#1: Yeah, it's a going away gift that I need soon.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chances are pretty much 100% there will be one here if you came to get it today.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#1: Yeah, but I'm going to need it soon so that's okay.  Thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while I BOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: Can I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: Do you know where I can buy magazines?&lt;br /&gt;Me: We have magazines in the back of the store.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: Is that all you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: Oh, cos Eglington Chapters has more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, these are the ones we carry.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: Do you know where I can find more?&lt;br /&gt;Me: There's a store just up the street on Queen that has a lot of magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: Is it far?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not at all.  It's just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Idoit#2: I don't have time I have to go a baseball game. &lt;em&gt;*walks out the door*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a freakin' break!  Are some people seriously this spun? I swear, if it wasn't for the few dudes at work that keep me smiling and laughing I would've given up by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this week to end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108378856520728085?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108378856520728085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108378856520728085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108378856520728085' title='cinco de mayo'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108372411973158483</id><published>2004-05-04T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T22:34:19.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wubbuh?</title><content type='html'>I bought a new toothbrush today.  I like to have two and this weekend I somehow lost one helping my mom move.  I think she left it in the bathroom at her old place, but she won't admit it - doesn't want to cough up the $4.49 for a new one.  So today I got a new one and tonight when I used it for the first time something felt weird.  At first I thought I was pushing too hard cos I could feel something hard on my teeth.  I assumed it was the base but turns out there are these three little rubber things in the middle of the brush a little shorter than the bristles.  I don't like it and now I have to buy another toothbrush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work a fellow coworker came up to me and said "starr, would you date someone who has a speech impediment?".  I'm comfortable enough with this person to be honest with him, but I honestly didn't know the answer.  The only thing I said was "it would make for some interesting pillow talk".  I know I'm a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; the taste of mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108372411973158483?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108372411973158483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108372411973158483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108372411973158483' title='wubbuh?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108363401699225703</id><published>2004-05-03T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:37:09.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I had this idea for a post but I think I'll save it for tomorrow.  In it's place I offer babble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the movies.  I love going to the movies.  I'm not big on popcorn, but I love the smell of it in theatres.  I love walking in, getting my tickets, sitting down and having the lights dim.  The only problem is that there aren't a lot of movies I want to see right now.  Last week I had the option of going to two FREE movies at &lt;a href="http://www.toronto.com/profile/310204/" target="_blank"&gt;Paramount&lt;/a&gt;.  Two free movies at the Paramount is about a $30 value!  I turned both freebies down cos of the movies - &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0350028/" target="_blank"&gt;Raising Helen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.lawsofattractionmovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Laws of Attraction&lt;/a&gt;.  Neither are my style of movie.  I think I want to see &lt;a href="http://www.envy-themovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Envy&lt;/a&gt;.  I think &lt;a href="http://www.tenaciousd.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; is HILARIOUS and &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/name/nm0000686/" target="_blank"&gt;Christopher Walken&lt;/a&gt; looks equally hilarious in the trailers.  My only worry is that all the funny scenes are in the trailer.  Not that the trailer is that funny to begin with....but what if?  I asked &lt;a href="http://www.sketchinparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and Damian if they wanted to see it and they didn't really answer so I think I'm on my own for this movie.  I'll find someone to see it with me if I really want to see it...&lt;em&gt;I hope&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my #1 mom is moved into her new place and my poor body is sore as hell.  I'm fine when I'm moving but once I stop and try to start again I feel the pain.  Half-way through the move I thought to myself "why did I agree to help?".  I hate moving.  Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.  Yet I always agree to help.  Once it's over I don't feel as much hatred towards it, it's just while I'm doing it I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who wants to go the movies with me?  Anyone?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108363401699225703?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108363401699225703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108363401699225703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108363401699225703' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108334341133267946</id><published>2004-04-30T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T12:51:13.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who said packing was hard?</title><content type='html'>I'm at my mom's place for the weekend.  I got here last night.  This morning when I was getting ready to have a shower I opened my bag to get my clothes and guess what?  My plan when I packed yesterday was to bring two changes of clothes - one for today and one for tomorrow.  When I took my clothes out this morning I saw my plan never worked.  Instead of two tops, I brought one top and A PAIR OF GYM PANTS!  I'm such a geek.  I can't even pack a bag for two nights properly.  This isn't the first this has happened either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago(or was it last year?) me, &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, Damian and Rob went to &lt;a href="http://www.lake-placid.ny.us/" target="_blank"&gt;Lake Placid&lt;/a&gt;.  At the time I was still living in &lt;a href="http://www.catharines.com/" target="_blank"&gt;St. Catharines&lt;/a&gt; so I did all my packing before I left for &lt;a href="http://www.city.toronto.on.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;Toronto&lt;/a&gt;....obviously.  When we got to Lake Placid I realized that I left my underwear on my bed....in St. Catharines!  So we had to drive around this little town looking for a place that sells them and finally found some at &lt;a href="http://www.walgreens.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I packed...or should I say &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt;-packed, was when my sister went into labour with my darling neice Clara.  My mom phoned me in the morning and said "we're at the hospital".  I jumped up, "packed" a bag and left for Barrie.  When I got there I opened my bag to show my sister what I bought for the baby and saw that, although I remembered all the baby stuff, I only packed for myself socks and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108334341133267946?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108334341133267946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108334341133267946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108334341133267946' title='who said packing was hard?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108319351776341782</id><published>2004-04-28T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T19:12:07.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/jacko.jpg" width="190" height="120"border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000168/" target="_blank"&gt;Samuel L. Jackson&lt;/a&gt; today and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0506405/" target="_blank"&gt;Eugene Levy&lt;/a&gt;.  They've been driving by my work for the past week.  It's for the same &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0399327/" target="_blank"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and I saw filming the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108319351776341782?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108319351776341782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108319351776341782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108319351776341782' title='PS:'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108319075756323097</id><published>2004-04-28T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T18:35:35.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boom-ba-ba-boom....</title><content type='html'>I have such a headache today!  It started shortly after I got to &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.com" target="_blank"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;.  I told people I didn't know how I got it, but I know.  I got it the second I turned the corner before I got to work.  I saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; standing there.  The man I dispise the most right now(I'll avoid using his name in case his friends* read this, so I'll just call him "the jerk").  I swear he's out to get me.  He watches everything I do and calls me on everything.  Of course he doesn't do the same to anyone else, just yours truly.  I told one of the dudes I work with about it and he said "maybe he doesn't hate you, maybe he &lt;em&gt;likes&lt;/em&gt; you".  He couldn't be further from the truth.  Two examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The other morning at our pre-opening meeting, he asked "so what's everyone reading?".  First he asked the girl directly to his left, then the person beside her.  I was beside the second person and he skipped me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today our manager was in a meeting and a call came in for her.  I paged her and waited to see if she was going to pick it up.  She didn't so I paged her a second time and she still didn't pick up.  So I walk up to Mr. Jerk and say "is &lt;em&gt;the store manager&lt;/em&gt; still with &lt;em&gt;head office girl&lt;/em&gt;?" and he said "mm-hm".  Then I asked "is she taking her calls?" and he said "don't know".  Nice supervisor manners jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my two examples of him not liking me.  I don't care that he doesn't like me - I won't lose any sleep over it, but I know that he's the reason I got my headache today.  It also goes to show that no matter where you work you'll always find yourself a "jerk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the "friends" thing was a joke cos jerks don't have friends...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108319075756323097?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108319075756323097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108319075756323097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108319075756323097' title='boom-ba-ba-boom....'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108302047264707285</id><published>2004-04-26T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:08:02.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/elvis.jpg" width="400" height="270" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days at work have been spent making myself look busy.  Yesterday was worse than today, since today I actually did do stuff, but still not enough to make me forget to check my watch.  We have this awful task at work called "BODing".  The BOD stands for "BookSeller on Duty".  It's totally lame.  All we have to do is walk around with a bag and be available if any customers need us.  Unfortunately, the bag is a customer repellant.  They rarely ask you for help when you're holding "the bag".  Some people have rebelled and BOD without the bag, but I'm new and can get fired at anytime.  So today as I walked around with "the bag" I checked the time - 1:15pm.  I kept walking around I checked again and it was only 1:20!  Five minutes of BOD time feels like twenty.  I hate the person who invented BODing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, this weekend was awesome.  Amanda and I had fun times and have some nice new memories as a result.  We were total girls - we hit all the sales, had lunch with a friend(daren), drinks on a patio and did some house shopping.  Along the way, we saw Elvis outside the &lt;a href="http://www.torontoeatoncentre.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eaton Centre&lt;/a&gt;, and saw a scene for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0399327/" target="_blank"&gt;The Man&lt;/a&gt; being shot - police cars skreetching with officers holding guns, very hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108302047264707285?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108302047264707285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108302047264707285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108302047264707285' title='the man'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108272249312206885</id><published>2004-04-23T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T12:51:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny days, sweeping the clouds away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photochannel.telusmobility.com/getImage?pid=ph1018149030459&amp;size=IMAGE_RES_4&amp;e=ec1v5318669780381d45951" width="400" height="290" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day off!  Yay!  Not that I hate my job or anything (&lt;em&gt;unlike some &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), but a day off is good for the mind, body and sanity...which is just another name for mind, but I don't care, it's my day off.  To make this day off even better, &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; is also taking half a day off AND it's sunny outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a fun day planned.  First, we're going to meet Daren for lunch at Bourbon Street Grill (yum), then we're going to do some girl stuff and hit the &lt;a href="http://www.torontoeatoncentre.com/home/index.ch2" target="_blank"&gt;Eaton Centre&lt;/a&gt;.  After that we're thinking we may go to the &lt;a href="http://www.ago.net" target="_blank"&gt;AGO&lt;/a&gt;.  No matter what we do, I'll do my best to take pictures.  I told Diana that I'd try to take pictures of Toronto so she can see what we're all about.  So far, I have the CN Tower and the picture of the flowers that we took at the grocery store.  Doesn't really scream Toronto, but it's still pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of something that's totally Toronto that I should take a picture of, then let me know or maybe we'll run into Mats Sundin or Moses Znaimer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I'm not sure what's going on with my pictures.  They seem to be appearing when they want to.  Hopefully it'll be fixed this weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108272249312206885?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108272249312206885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108272249312206885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108272249312206885' title='sunny days, sweeping the clouds away!'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108225315058148901</id><published>2004-04-17T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:40:46.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>honesty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/kidsread.jpg" width="400" height="270" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;Customer &lt;i&gt;Experience&lt;/i&gt; Representative&lt;/a&gt;, I no longer have the option of showing up empty handed at my sister's place.  Clara and Michael love books almost as much as I do.  Lucky for me, cos if it wasn't for books, we'd have nothing to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copped out this afternoon with my plan to take both kids to the movies.  We went out for the morning and based on Michael's crazy boy-ness, I decided he may not make it through a 90 minute movie.  Instead, my sis, Clara and I went.  It's a very cute movie. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0911320/" target="_blank"&gt;Puddy&lt;/a&gt; makes a brief appearence too.  That guy is so freakin' hilarious!  He can make anything funny through delivery alone.  Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "funny", I have this ongoing joke with Clara where I say that her name should be &lt;a href="http://www.tireshine.com/prodcat/" target="_blank"&gt;Armor&lt;/a&gt;.  She acts like she despises the joke, but I think a small part of her finds it funny.  Today the commercial came on and I did my token "look" and she said "auntie, I don't want to be called Armor!".  So I said "then how about I name my little boy that when I have babies".  You know what she said?  Know what my sweet, precious, darling Clara said?  She said "auntie, you're not going to have babies.  You're too old.  I'll be dead before you have a baby".  Ah kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108225315058148901?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108225315058148901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108225315058148901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108225315058148901' title='honesty?'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108216806476361504</id><published>2004-04-16T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:41:41.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zippity do dah, zippity eh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/cntower.jpg" width="400" height="270" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my what a wonderful past couple of days!  I've ditched my winter jacket FINALLY.  I love this weather!  I want to sit outside and have cocktails and bond with my posse.  Throw in a barbeque, a pool and some &lt;a href="http://us.mms.com/us/" target="_blank"&gt;peanut M&amp;M's&lt;/a&gt; and I'll be happy FOREVER!  It better stay this way too, cos if not &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; said she's going to write a letter to mother nature.  Let me tell you, mother nature does not want to get a letter from Amanda!  She's so tough she tells people to shush during movies...STRANGERS!  It's rubbed off on me too.  The other day when we went to see &lt;a href="http://www.eternalsunshine.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/a&gt; I told these punk-ass kids to "SHHH!".  I only had to say it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm planning on taking my darling niece and nephew to see &lt;a href="http://us.mms.com/us/" target="_blank"&gt;Home on the Range&lt;/a&gt;, if my nephew can hack it.  He's only two and he's a typical boy - trucks, noise, rough.  He still gives me kisses and hugs so he's still my bud.  Hopefully it'll go good.  I started taking Clara when she was two and I learned that as long as I put her in the chair and parked a box of popcorn and a drink in front of her she was fine.  I'm going to use the same method tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also planning on adding new info on my side bar thingy.  I'm a HUGE bookworm and I thought that I would A)post what I last read, what I am reading and what's coming next or B)list some of my fav books.  I think I'll do a movie thing too.  Sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108216806476361504?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108216806476361504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108216806476361504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108216806476361504' title='zippity do dah, zippity eh...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108172303945627482</id><published>2004-04-11T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:39:09.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memories....like the corners of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/esftsm.jpg" width="200" height="300" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogger.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;, D and I went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.eternalsunshine.com" target="_blank"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/a&gt;.  I loved it.  The other day some people at &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; were talking about it and they mentioned how good it was, blah, blah, blah.  I don't like when people tell you "you'll love" something or someone cos it puts too much pressure on you to have that person be right.  Speaking for myself(obviously), 75% of the time I won't like something after being told I will.  There are exceptions of course, like when someone who &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; knows you actually does know what you like and don't like.  But for me, if it's not my BFF or my BFF sister telling me "I'll love" something, chances are I won't like it.  That being said, I think this movie was really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have said that when you walk out of it you look at your friends/family/posse and realize how lucky you are to have them.  Mushy I know, but it's true.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/" target="_blank"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/a&gt; was amazing.  He didn't do any of his token "funny" faces or voices and I think &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/" target="_blank"&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;/a&gt; is the best I've ever seen her.  The movie makes you believe in true love and after seeing it you may wonder "if I had the opportunity to erase something from my past, specifically a person, would I do it?".  I don't think I would.  Yes, I've had a taste of something good ending horribly bad, but as crap as it was at the time, I wouldn't erase it.  It's all about lessons.  So if you erase certain experiences, how will you know or prepare yourself for anything?  I'm a believer in fate and that everything happens for a reason and this movie reiterates my beliefs, sort of.  You'll have to see it to know what I mean, so go see it.....&lt;em&gt;you'll love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108172303945627482?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108172303945627482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108172303945627482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108172303945627482' title='memories....like the corners of my mind'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108138185227329004</id><published>2004-04-07T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:01:12.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whadayaknow...</title><content type='html'>I work with a &lt;a href="http://www.reidjamieson.com" target="_blank"&gt;rock star&lt;/a&gt;!  He's the dude that works in the music section at &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.ca" target="_blank"&gt;Chapters&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;em&gt;fitting&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I stumble across this info?  One day during my 30 minute break I read the store's newsletter and it mentioned an upcoming performance. That's what's cool about where I work.  A lot of the people(or at least the people I've met so far) are artisitc/expressive.  There's rockstar Reid.  One of the managers produces small experimental films.  Another girl, I think she's in the kids section, does some kind of art.  She's putting on a cabaret next week that &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and I are going to.  Amanda thinks that's why I was hired.  They liked the idea that I make jewelry and decided I would be awesome(which I am).  I think one of the guys in receiving is in a band too cos he mentioned that he was performing somewhere in the city as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jewelry, some of the chicas at work have been asking me to bring in some of my creations.  I told them I only make them as needed, but I think I'll make some just to show them.  Extra cash is a good thing.  I could use it to buy lunch.  Know what my lunch consisted of today?  A gatorade and some cheeze.  Totally ghetto, but I's gotsta eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108138185227329004?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108138185227329004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108138185227329004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108138185227329004' title='whadayaknow...'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667953.post-108111895172031520</id><published>2004-04-04T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:46:30.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sweet-cherries.org/pictureshow/frenchtoast.jpg" width="400" height="280" border="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca" target="_blank"&gt;worked&lt;/a&gt; from 10am to 6pm.  Despite not having my alarm clock(it's still in &lt;a href="http://www.st.catharines.com/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;St. Catharines&lt;/a&gt;), I'm still able to wake up in time to leisurely get ready for work.  Yesterday, however, I didn't have to work.  I woke up and hit the gym with &lt;a href="http://www.sketchingparis.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;amanda&lt;/a&gt; and afterwards she made us a yummy, super-delicious breakfast.  Cinnimon french toast with apples, OJ and two kinds of syrup.  It was all I was able to think about today at work cos I didn't pack a lunch.  So when my time to eat finally came(4pm), I got the next best thing....a falafel.  I'm sad to say it didn't even compare to the BFF Saturday morning breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667953-108111895172031520?l=pictureshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108111895172031520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667953/posts/default/108111895172031520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictureshow.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108111895172031520' title='BFF'/><author><name>starr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y18/starresh/peppermint_patty.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
