Upon returning from an errand, F-No messaged me:

"I was waylaid by a pair of Mormons."

I hate it when that happens.

Overheard at a lunch:

"Matrix Reloaded is going to bomb."


"I don't think so, I think it's going to be a hit."


"I don't know."


"No way, it's going to be like The Matrix X 100."


"Really? X 100? 'Cause if it was X 50 I don't think I'd want to see it."


"No really, X 100. There's one part in the trailer where Agent Smith walks in and says some stupid line and then 100 of him walk in after him."

~hysterical laughing~

Step right up, come and see the Limeworld Sideshow!

Now featuring Limegirl, The Human Petri Dish! Sneeze within a 10-block radius and she's guaranteed to catch whatever germs you're harbouring.

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Really, people must wonder, "Surely you don't get sick THAT often.". No really, I do. If I'm not eating enough fruits and vegetables for 3 people, I'm guaranteed 1 flu or really bad cold per month throughout winter. For those of you who don't reside in the frozen Canadian tundra, that's at least 5 months out of the year. Then, once I escape flu and cold season, my allergy to snow mold often helps me develop bronchitis every spring.

I also have the most delightful knack for also developing regular bladder infections and vicious intestinal bugs. The weakness of my intestinal flora is thanks to 2 years on antibiotics for acne. In retrospect, doesn't every freaking teenager have pimples? And is it really worth ruining your digestive tract over? My answer is an emphatic NO.

Echinacea and Lactobacillus Acidophilus are my best friends. If anyone has any suggestions on how to escape my disease ridden hell, please let me know.

It's finally a winter wonderland here in Edmonton, and I have a terrific view of it from my office.

It's lousy to drive in, but it's wonderful to sit back and enjoy. Particularly when there's a jackrabbit frollicking in the snow. ^_^

Scenes from a dinner party at my mother's house:

I spot a family friend whom I haven't seen in at least 10 years, and go over and give him a hug. He and his wife were like an aunt and uncle to me when I was a child, and I am surprised and delighted to see them both.

"Hi! Wow, it's been a long time!" I said, smiling. He said something, but due to his thick Japanese accent, it's unintelligible. "Sorry, what was that?" I ask.

"You got big," he said. I leaned back on my heels, unsure if I had just heard him correctly. His subsequent hand-gestures, demonstrating an expansion of width, clearly indicated that I had in fact heard him perfectly.

Later, he starts talking to me again.

"I thought you would be taller. Your father is very tall, isn't he?"

". . . "

I would now like to extend an offer to him that I failed to offer that evening:

"HOW ABOUT I RIP YOUR FUCKING NUTS OFF?"

20 minutes ago:

F-No: Did you know we have 4 roasts in the freezer?

Limegirl: No, I didn't . . . why do we have 4 roasts in the freezer?

F-No: It was a 2-for-1 sale.

Limegirl: I see.

One generally can't scrape together breakfast from the contents of our kitchen, but we have 4 roasts in the freezer.

5 minutes ago:

F-No: I would like you to know that I have just made lemon Jell-o™.

Limegirl: I appreciate you keeping me informed.

I was not aware that we were in possession of any Jell-o™ products, however I am relieved that despite the absence of food staples, we are in possession of 4 frozen roasts and lemon Jell-o™.