Archive for June, 2007

In the last two weeks…..

 In the last two weeks… Books read: 7 Bottles of wine drank: 6 Beers drank: 30 (quite possibly more) Flights missed: 1 Times cell phone was thrown in anger: 1 Walls kicked: 1 Hurt feet: 1 Number of people that wished they had not kicked the wall: 1 Items of clothing purchased: 8 Bike rides: [...]

Vancouver Day 2

 Seeing that none of us are early risers we refused to even move until 1030 when we had breakfast at the hotel. Our first stop of the day was the ‘Vancouver Lookout’. It is a huge observation deck near the waterfront with a 360 degree view of the city. Vancouver More Vancouver Stanley Park   [...]

Canada Day 1

 Dear Canada, Thank you for the lovely visit. Sorry about the missing alcohol though. Love, Liz —————— Monday we headed out for Vancouver BC. Why? Because we all had our passports and we could. Dylan Marcus Me and Curtis (Im really good at the ‘up the nose’ shots. Yes, my nails are also bright orange. The [...]

O Canada….

Dear Canada, Hide your beer.  Im on my way. Love, Lizzie p.s.  Your weather better be nice or I will drink it all!!

Dads day

Im suppose to be cleaning my house.  You can see how thats working out…. Dont forget to call your dad!  Also, please come help me clean. 

My big pink cookie.

Yesterday we were at the gas station when I picked up one of those huge sugar cookies, with the inch of pink frosting.  You know, the ones that give diabetics nightmares. I plopped my butt back in the car, looked at curtis, and in a seductive voice asked “So…..you wanna lick my big pink cookie?” [...]

Blog? What blog?

I found another online card place that made me laugh.  This first card is dedicated to my ex. I still have awful nightmares about his half shirts, and spandex shorts.  To all my friends.  Unfortunately I dont have a office….. Just incase you were looking for that special someone….

Disgruntled

Last week Curtis and I went out to dinner. He ordered a corona with lime. I followed. The waiter asked for ID. He looked Curtis’s over. However, when I went to hand him mine he waved it away. “That’s alright” he told me. Ouch. Really ouch My father told me “Hurts doesn’t it”. Which really [...]