This is what happens...

when I clean out my fridge...

I inherited all of my parents condiments when they moved last summer.

And I was horrified today to discover how many were well beyond their expiration dates.

Next to tackle: the medicine cabinet.

Tom's House Warming

It was a perfect Saturday for a BBQ at my brother Tom's new place in Norristown. Isaac and Tom's little dog Lucy. She and Isaac LOVE each other.

Water balloon fun... Tom manning the grill. The chickens were balanced precariously on beer cans.

The whole fam on Tom's front porch. Hayley, Lucy, Dad, me, Tom, Isaac and Mom.

Thanks for being such great hosts Tom and Hayley!

I'm the devil

Here's another lovely gem from today's paper. (There are generally 2-3 comments like this a day). "It's time for people to listen up. Why are the children having so many car accidents? Because the schools did away with driver's education. Why? Because of the budget. Why is the budget so high? Because of the teachers. It's a domino effect. The teachers hold the people and school children hostage. The budget goes up so they can get their way satisfied; they cut school programs and raise taxes." Evidently I'm responsible for teenagers crashing their cars. And no one told me that as I teacher I control the budget. Funny, I thought it was the elected school board officials that approved that.... I also heard teachers were responsible for the increased price of gasoline, global warming and the broken oil pipeline... *Eye roll* It's always fun to see who has more nasty messages, teachers or "illegal" immigrants...

Seriously???

On the radio this morning the DJ pronounced "epitome" as "epee-tome". What is the world coming to??

It's no secret...

...that I love Alanis Morrisette.

"Flinch" What's it been over a decade? It still smarts like it was four minutes ago We only influenced each other totally We only bruised each other even more so What are you my blood? You touch me like you are my blood What are you my dad? You affect me like you are my dad How long can a girl be shackled to you How long before my dignity is reclaimed How long can a girl stay haunted by you Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name Where've you been? I heard you moved to my city My brother saw you somewhere downtown I'd be paralyzed if I ran into you My tongue would seize up if we were to meet again What are you my god? You touch me like you are my god What are you my twin? You affect me like you are my twin How long can a girl be tortured by you? How long before my dignity is reclaimed And how long can a girl be haunted by you Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name Soon I'll grow up and I won't even flinch at your name So here I am one room away from where I know you're standing A well-intentioned man told me you just walked in This man knows not of how this information has affected me But he knows the colour of the car I just drove away in What are you my kin? You touch me like you are my kin What are you my air? You affect me like you are my air

(That's for you WJM)

tee hee

so what?

How you can tell I am *not* a hardcore biker on the River Trail:

I do not have these: or these: And I DEFINITELY don't have these: And I was passed 3 times by people in their 70s riding these: and I think this:

works as well as that:

And my cars keys/cellphone and ipod? They are stored RIGHT in the sports bra. (I'll spare you a picture of that one).

I may not be the spiffiest or the fastest, but I'll still be out pedaling.