King of the Jungle

For those of you that don't know, I kinda have a thing for frogs....and toads. Big fat warty ones. They make me squeal with glee. I don't know what it is. It goes all the way back to when I was a kid and I used to free the frogs my brother caught for fishing bait. I used rubber frogs. In fact, one of the largest fish I've ever caught was with a rubber frog when I was eight years old.

I do still use crayfish. Those fuckers are uhhhhh-gly!

Anyway, I've been wanting to buy a frog for a long time. Yes, a pet frog. And I still haven't gone. Christmas has passed, my birthday, valentine's day.....no frog/toad. I just...haven't bought one. Truth be told? I'm afraid I'll kill it. Not on purpose, but just through general neglect. Because a frog isn't like a dog, with whimpering presence, it's actually more like a plant. And my plants? Not really the healthiest.

But who knows...maybe Easter? Yes. Perhaps the Easter bunny will deliver a frog this year. Or maybe Jesus will. I dunno. He might be busy showing up in tortilla shells or grilled cheese sandwiches that day.

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Spring needs to be sprung.

It's absolutely maddening being in the city right n0w, because it's as if we're teetering on the edge of spring and yet it's not quite ready to do a spring clean up (because we know the snow is going to come again). But the cigarette butts! Oh my god. They're everywhere, especially outside the subway stations, which is one of the last places you can actually smoke with some sort of shelter around you. Is there a by-law about how far away you have to be from the door? I don't think there is for the subway. It's gross regardless, so why would there be.

Ciaran and I joined a gym....finally. An independent place near our house was offering 2 for 1 memberships (mine would be the free one, of course, since I found the deal).

We had a fit test by a man that showed me pictures of his chihuahua Diego on his cell phone while I sweated my balls off on a stationary bike. Do they still call them stationary bikes? Or are they called something much cooler now? I dunno. I still sometimes say, "I'm going to the hair dresser" instead of "I'm going to my stylist". I'm old fashioned that way (read: "old that way").

In other news...my friend Chris had us over for pierogies on Sunday (which were delicious and counter productive to just joining a gym). His roommate was there too, a lovely lady named Monica who works as a social worker with the homeless. She had crazy stories. The worst was one about a guy that the cops can't find who keeps drugging prostitutes, cutting the bottoms of their feet and then masturbating in their foot blood. Which (of course) CREEPED me out, but even more so made me realize that the CSIs and NCIS or any of those crazy gorey TV shows are not far fetched in terms of the crimes the writers come up with...but that the high tech gadgets they have on those shows to solve the crimes, e.g. a massive fingerprint database that lists everyone in the world, is the part that's far fetched.

Good to know. Can't un-know that one.

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Wheelie shoes are best used in the airport

I picked up Ciaran from the airport on Friday, in the new terminal at YYZ. What a fantastic piece of architecture! I actually really love airports, especially the international arrivals gate. Every time I go I get to see people greeting each other, lots of tears and joy and of course, there is always some kid with Heely shoes on, because the airport floor is the perfect surface for wheeling around.

Here are some pictures I took (like a creep, stalking people) on my iPhone while I waited.

The Wheelie Girl: Notice how everyone else is in focus? She was really moving!



This two were definately going to be getting it on once they got home...

This guy was coming down the ramp and this little girl (in a red coat) was running up to meet him and he just grabbed her like a sack of potatoes and kept running. She was laughing hysterically. It was great.

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That's a Dilly of a Pickle

Maury Povich (Mo-Po as my friend Kate calls him) is always up for helping people confront truths in their lives. He lives to help....but in this case it just seems like he loves to taunt a woman who has a fear of pickles.

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