Adventures in Hali......

I would like to give a big shout out to the trio of fabulous roomies that put up with me all weekend. Ladies…. I had a great time, and was in mega need of a few girls’ nights. Despite the fact that Rockabella snores like a buzz saw, and my new friend “Napoleon” AKA Duff is a bigger farter then my little brother !!! And to Bob Dylan who gave me a giggle just seeing you with the guitar strapped to your back. Thanks for a calorie fest that I will never forget, mostly because of the 3 pounds of cream cheese that resides in that little pocket above my ass. But it was ALL worth it, and I WILL be back!

Many years from now I will remember fondly our wild and wonderful trip deep deep into the woods of Dartmouth, past Sobeys and a quick left up the hill to visit our new friend Lois. The chain smoking, finger nail picking, soon to cough up a lung Psychic from the bowels of Cape Breton....

Thanks Lois for letting me know that I will once again be moving back to our fair capital to meet the love of my life get married and have 2 wonderful boys. But Sidebar to Mr. Right…may I ask where the FUCK you were the first goddam time I lived there, could you not have surfaced then…what, was your white horse in the shop or something. However, I am very happy to know that my long distance “Joe Friday” will not be heart broken when I move away, but will be the source of many a booty call and casual pick up. SWEET!!! Happy to hear that my mom is a cat with 9 lives, and that my little brother will soon be asking me to loan him some money …However, good luck with that little brother. You might as well as VISA, because that’s who gives me all of mine… Thanks for letting me know that I don’t get out enough, and that I need to dance with more freaks and assholes because it’s just for fun right!!! Glad to know that there is lots of wedding chatter around me, and that someone is going to get knocked up (I pray to the goddess its not me)

But all in all not a bad way to spend 4.5 hours, at least I can get some packing done early.

Thanks Roomies!!!

ok folks....as you know, we are finding ourselves in the middle of yet another blizzard. this is a picture of my beautiful roommates and i, all dressed up in our ugliest (on purpose) winter gear before we ventured out into the white abyss. we threw some snow balls, climbed on some giant snow piles, walked to a nearby school and played on the swings, went down the slides, laid in the snow until our bums froze.....really good times......and we just might do it all over again tomorrow. but seriously.....it was dangerous out there, all that blowing snow, walking in the middle of the dark, abandoned streets, we really should have been hosting our own adventure show.....
 

A few of my favorite things....in a storm

Ok....seeing as how Momma Nature keeps blasting us with snow, I thought I would share with you all a few of my favorite things to do when it's storming outside.....here we go:

1. "IT".....seriously..aytime's a good time....and a week day, in the middle of the day...just that much better

2. eat....i like to think of it as 'preparing for hibernation'

3. baking.......so that i have good stuff to eat (please refer to #2)

4. NOT shower, or dress for that matter.......basically i would probably never shower or get out of my pajammas if i didn't have to leave the house, in a storm...i do not leave there house, so by conclusive reasoning, i also do not clean myself or put on fashionable attire

5. watch RERUNS, or movies......reruns are essential, because during a storm my real life stops...and therefore so should my tv life (NOTE: reruns that I have not seen are acceptable)....and movies are just great at any time....and curled up on my couch in my pajammas at a time when i should be productive makes a movie that much better for me (NOTE: watching a porno movie, in combination with #1 also makes for a good storm day)

6. playing......still being a 6 year old at heart, i love playing in the snow....however, i find it best to play in the snow WHILE the storm is in progress....i like the extra element of danger.....the whole world is at a stand still, but i'm making snowmen (with penis')

7. sleeping in....obviously a big crowd favorite, i hate setting my alarm on a storm day....just seems pointless and can potentially ruin the whole day

So...there you have it people, a few of my favorite storm day activities.....however, now let me tell you what i WILL be doing tomorrow when I wake up to blizzard #3 in 7 days......
1. setting my alarm so i can get up to study
2. shower and get dressed so that i won't be tempted to go to back to bed when i have to study
3. my boyfriend left this evening so i won't be engaging in any #1 activity
4. there will be no snowman making, but rather shoveling into a pile now so high i can no longer see the top
5. avoiding all tv's and dvd's so that i can't make excuses when i know i should be studying
6. curse at how much i hate studying...........

(but as god as my witness....i WILL make chocolate chip cookies!!)

I have a dream....

On the rare occasion that I actually remember my dreams, I frequently find it necessary to share them. Especially when they are as fucked-up and random as they were last night. If dreams are the window to the soul, I think I need to shut my blinds.

So picture this..... its Yoga class, a regular Yoga class. Then suddenly its just me and Sean William Scott in Yoga class(for all you teen flick junkies...YES that IS Stiffler) And we are doing some paired up Yoga moves, and we are really fucking good. Then suddenly we are naked and doing some Yoga moves that are really fucking good but ARE definately NOT allowed in your Sat afternoon YMCA Yoga class....as for the rest of the dream all I can say is there was some grease involved, a lot of flexibility, and some shit that I would definately like to try some day.

The sad part about dreams is...I know I am never going to be THAT flexible in real life....LOL What would Freud say about that one????

Yoga Anyone????

I am in love..................

Yuppers Folks! I am in love....but not with my boyfriend. If the bf saw this blog, he would be truly heart broken so lets keep this between those girls who don't poop. If you believe in love at first sight....then you all would be glad to know that love at first hear is also possible. My mother will be so proud as she has always wanted me to be with a man in an influential position in society........and Martin is that man.
We met this afternoon and at his place of employment....FutureShop. Yes I know it sounds odd....but you single ladies will soon flock there too after reading this. It was immediate. My attraction for Marty began as soon as I heard his voice....yup that's right....he's an Aussie. Not to mention he is a "sales associate" which isn't your everyday cashier. I would have to admit I was nervous that Amy was getting all of the attention from my mate, but she quickly blew her chance by mentioning the bf.....I left that detail out. I could have listened to him all day. So I played it cool. I was a little reserved...I knew Marty-boy was intrigued my my mystery. With his Aussie tongue, cute smile and his juicy caboose....I thought I might jump him right then and there, but I was unsure if the FutureShop was accepting of PDA's. So I took the higher road....and I left with only the butterflies in my belly. But as I left, I checked out those bubbly buns one last time.....and he gave me a wink (I am sure I saw it!!), and walked out the door, knowly full-well that we will see eachother again soon. Any ideas on what I can buy for under $10 at Future Shop tomorrow?

E.F.

For all of you who may not be familiar with the term EF.... it stands for Embarrassed For. I know that you all must have had it at one time in your life, and tonight I had the pleasure of experiencing it twice in the matter of a half hour. For those who may be unsure as to whether or not they have had the EF's let me break it down for you in two classic examples. I had a class tonight, in which my professor is a prosecutor. Now this man has said on several occasions "Do not tell me your legal problems as I can give you no advice." Disregarding this one girl rose her hand and proceeded to tell him of an incident she recently had. Basically this was the story that never ended and through out it my EF level rose. Basically she was robbed at a club in Niagra falls, the bouncer wouldn't help her, the police left her stranded on the street, the 991 operator even hung up on her. But I did not feel sorry for her...rather i was embarassed for her. My face got red, I started to laugh a little the girl next to me nudged me and said, "wow I feel embarassed for her" the feeling through out the class was evident.
Now it is important to note that EF is not confined to others words, but extends to their actions as well. It is cold here, that means dress warm. I was waiting for the bus after class and a girl came out dressed in a 3/4 length sleved shirt. She had to be cold...people were staringat her, myself included. During my staring I noticed that she had a cast on her wrist...now I could have felt bad for her, but I was over come by the EF's. Should could have found atleast a sweatshirt to go over that! I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was not pleasantI encourage you to write and share any EF moments that you have had.
The moral of the story is, please, when deciding on what to do or what to say take into consideration feelings of others. You don't want people to be embarassed for you, it's even worse than feeling embarassed for your self.

Tucker Max

Ok at the risk of becoming one of those people that posts to a blog 15 times in one day, I just have one final thought...scratch that, its a thank you, shout out and heavy proops .

I would just like to thank my good friend Gangle for the most enjoyable 1/2 hour lunch break of my life ( all you perves, get your freaking minds out of the gutter) I just spent the 1/2 hour laughing my ass off, becoming dizzy from laughing and almost falling off my chair ...the source of this Hilarity is posted in the Links section....please go to Tuckermax.com and laugh on suckas

YA YA

Hey Cheesy Line guy......

Ok kiddies, come one come all.
After the events of this weekend past, I have been inspired to ask all ladies and germs(and I use that term ever so affectionately) to describe the cheesiest pick up lines that you have ever used heard etc. Not ones from TV now..no cheating, but ones that you have first hand knowledge of... extra points if they actually worked.

Oh yeah and to all you singletons out there, a word of advice.....even if the line sucks, if the guy is HOT, just do it anyway.....regrets suck!! YA YA


So here is my contribution...... "you've just got that look"

Evening.

Just thought I'd write a quick post on what is now the third blog I am contributing to...my heart belongs to the Fem Tube but I don't mind putting my two-cents in to this site now and then...I will, however, soon have to give this site a nickname because I hate the word poop...because seriously, girls don't poop...not ever.

this is pretty rockabella.....besides wanting to share my beauty with the world, i basically just want to know if i know how to post a picture on here 

First Rant

So most of the Blogs that I have read include some sort of segment on the peeps and a random collection of thoughts etc…so here is mine

I LOVE movies; good, bad, ugly and everything in between

I once puked in a cup

I once had sex in a sea Kayak (which is unfortunately my greatest sexual adventure)

I have actually seen 50,000 strong with their hands in the air, booty shakin’ like HELL YA

I can’t spell.

It’s ok to listen to Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Ashlee Simpson at the gym, cause you are not really “listening” to the music…..RIGHT????

I have never been in love…but truly believe in Love at First Sight

I get crushes on men that are polar opposites…rock stars, teachers, players, innocent churchgoers, and good friends, they all end in disaster…Crushes SUCK

I once drove 6 hours in a white out snow storm, to go to a new years party….AND IT SUCKED

Every time I watch the “Might Ducks”, I cry

I truly have a Best Friend, she knows all my dirty little secrets, insecurities, and ridiculous rants, and still loves me. We share the same name, and a connection that makes me believe in soul mates

I have spent more time surfing the Internet at work (on tax payers dollars) then I care to remember

I met DJ Jazzy Jeff, and he was nice

A friend once told me that I was the most genuine person he’d ever met/ In high school I was called into the principals’ office for being a phony bitch! So I do believe in evolution

I am both highly critical and equally delusional about myself

I love every meaning, inflection, use, and sound of the word FUCK

I feel trapped between being a kid and a grown up

I think the book “he’s just not that in to you” brought me to a place of enlightenment, although cheesy and obvious…its fucking all true

I don’t like it when musicians critisize each other…one man’s garbage is another’s treasure

Supermodels and Jennifer Garner should be outlawed, and made to eat massive amounts of Big Mac’s

I think Ron Maclean is kinda Hot

I hate people who talk too much about themselves……………………..

Welcome to "Girls Don't Poop"

Welcome everyone to "Girls Don't Poop"....a place where women everywhere can come to shit on events and people in their lives.