Thursday, June 29, 2006

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO! it's a giant Mosquito

June 23 I found the best means of strength training EVER. Pushing a 300 + lb Vespa from 5 blocks. I was on my way to the mechanic to get certified and one guy on a motorcycle did show some interest in helping me but I explained that the reason why I was pushing instead of riding was that I didn't have a plate. Saturday morning I RAN to the misnistry by my house and registered the bike as MINE. MINE. MINE. The ministry lady asked me if I had insurance (of course I didn't) because I didn't I wasn't supposed to get my plate but she was kind, asked me if I planned to ride without insurance which is a big NO so she gave me my plate. WEEEEEEEEE..

June 26th I got my insurance. I again RAN home and hopped on. Now I was nervous, practically shaking (well I was shaking but that could have been caffiene) and I drove over to Canadian Tire to get a plate holder (I tacked on the plate with one screw). I started off and was doing quite well on the back streets to Canadian Tire but when I got to Main and Danforth I realized I would have to cross tracks that were parallel. I have done it before but they really frighten me. So I decided to ride across Danforth, turn around and and make a right onto Danforth instead. I was doing ok until I got across the road and the bike started revving, really revving. I pulled in the clutch (as Chris has told me to do when in doubt) and stopped.(thank heaven) I turned off the bike and waited, shaking, no cell phone to call Chris. I then started up and drove over to the tire. I called Chris from there and we decided that my throttle cable probably needed to be oiled. so I drove home (it happened 2 more times) and that's all the riding I have done this week.

July 3, 2006- Turns out that on some Vespa's the throttle doesn't snap back into place. there was nothing wrong with it, that was until I fiddle'd (not the CAT)with the choke. now it stalls on turns. Chris has to fix it for me.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

The best site EVER

This cat is the best.

ahhh Wednesdays.

Monday, June 19, 2006


Oh yeah and yesterday… on my way to High Tea, I saw this girl dragging her mop dog behind her. I figure that she didn’t notice that it had sat down and just kept pulling. So down the stairs she went and Ms. Dog as I could see went sliding down. OUCH. So I stopped her at the landing and told her that the dog was not walking and she looked at me, looked at the dog and told me that it was just being lazy and that it was walking but when she tugged on the leash the dog just ‘cleaned up the landing’ did not walk.. So here I am standing in my dress, little purse and strappy sandals and looking at this ‘prosti-tot’ at Chris’ friend Jackie calls them and she is looking at the dog like ‘well what am I to do about it’ so I looked at her, reached down, and picked up the dog and started down the stairs. She quickly took her back from me. I mean, it’s not like it was a Shepard or a Boarhound. It was a mop.

By George......

I think I have kicked it. I think I have kicked the THFVC habit. When I came in this morning I did not crave it AT ALL. I actually went to Tims and decided that I wanted a tea instead. That might be because...

Yesterday the Lovely Laura invited several of her friends (me included) to HIGH TEA (say it in your haughties British accent) at the Windsor Arms. It was lovely, lots of Devonshire cream to go around. Scones, Petite Fours, itty bitty sandwiches and best of all TEA. Mmmmm Tea. Thank you Lovely Laura now I am spoiled and I want High Tea everyday. DAMN. Why am I not royalty?

Friday, June 16, 2006

DO NOT knit on the subway

I was on the train last night when I decided that I had somehow messed up a few rows of jaywalker. So i of course, decided to pull out the needles and frog and put them back in. all was well until I put the 1st needle in and then I dropped my needle. Down between the seat and the wall. yep.

So I grab one of my other needles and try and fish it out.. I dropped the other needle. I had 4 stops to try and get these needles out (most people wouldn't bother but I leave no man nor needle behind.

I pull out my trusty jaywalker pattern and fold it in half. there is 4 pages so I had 8 total and stuck it down between the seat and the wall. Luckly I managed to get both needles out right before I had to get off. Whew. By the way, the jaywalker socks are turning out great. The software for my camera is being funny so I will download the pics to my computer at work and post them next week.

By the way, in typical germaphobe style, I put the needles in a small bag in my purse and carried on with 2 clean ones. Thank you yarn harlot for telling me that I should carry spare needles.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Well, it's worth a try

I am trying to beat my addiction to THFVC by drinking chocolate milk instead. I started yesterday morning and so far I am ok, no DTs yet.

Friday, June 09, 2006

A pigeon story

Isn’t she beautiful? The P2 I mean

I have the best but long story so get some coffee and sit down.

On Wednesday night I took Chris to volleyball. He had asked me to stick around but I was dead tired and said no. On my way home I saw a dead pigeon on the road. Normally I would look away but something about this bird was weird. So I circled back and lo and behold there was a live pigeon sitting in the middle of Lawrence Ave. Well naturally I scooped it up and put it on the floor of the passenger side. I drove home and the little bird was ok until I got to the street behind me, then he started to fuss and I started to freak I mean I have a live large bird in my car. So I slowed down and started begging it to please calm down, looking around, there was a guy staring at me begging an empty seat to calm down. CRAZY.

I got home and called one of the ladies at work, she knows of a sanctuary and she had given me a sheet with info on it and she wasn't home.
CRAP. Live bird in car, no 'grown ups'.

I called the humane society and they told me to bring it down. I drove down the Bayview extension and up to River street and there was a Vespa P200 for sale. I wrote down the number and proceeded to the humane society. Sadly Mr. Bird was to hurt to make it so they had to put him down. I feel ok about it though, it would have been a horrible way to meet the nest in the sky if he had been run over. The lady promised it would be quick and painless.

On my way back the P2 was being put away for the night. I pulled into the driveway and spoke to a man who was selling it. We decided that it was a good price and I thought it was in good condition (although anything that starts on the first kick is in good condition, I can't tell you how many times I have had to run up and down the street trying to help Chris bump start). I tried to kick it over but the starter just kept moving, it usually stops, the guy pushes me aside (nicely) and puts the key in the ignition. IGNITION, imagine that none of ours have one it was kinda embarrassing.

So last night I went to get a trip ticket so I could drive it home. Well I needed insurance and I didn't have my insurance papers. Chris did. So I got Chris and went to get the plate and they said I needed the ownership. So I went down to get the bike and chris tried it out. The guy needed Cash, I couldn't explain money order to him 4 banks and some stress about depositing the money orders to take out cash, I had it. All but 2 bills in 20s. Needless to say, I got the bike and Chris rode it home, with me on his tail, plateless. Ah well. I love it. I shall give it a name that befits the little bird that helped me to find it.


Fiddle found a mouse.

I couldn't figure out why she kept looking at the corner of the bedroom (I couldn't figure out WHY she was in the bedroom, she has shunned it for the past 6 months or more). Eventually I found Monsiour Mouse. I opened the back door for him but he just ran up the screen. I left the screen open and closed the main door. About 20 minutes later he left and probably went back under my house

Did you know that mice run 9 miles an hour?

Thursday, June 08, 2006

This was the week

This was the week I was going to try and kick the Tim Horton’s habit and I did really well for the past 2 days, this morning I caved but Rome wasn’t built in a day. Then, when I got into work, one of our doctor’s who just got his Master’s degree treated the entire office to breakfast and I have already consumed way too much sugar and carbs. I know, I know, just say no but who can say no to a chocolate croissant? Oh well, there is always next week.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Day 2, beating the addiction

It is 9:29 am and I have managed to NOT succumb to TH’s FVC. However, I did succumb to a TH’s chocolate dip doughnut.

My theory is that it’s not so much the FVC it’s the sugar and the habit. Saturday and Sundays I don’t crave it and I am good until I walk into the hospital.

On a lighter note… one of the ladies here won 7.5 million dollars on an old lottery ticket. I can honestly say that I am so thrilled for her. She was having such a tough time and she really deserves it.

Also, my parents just bought a new car. It’s a Jeep Liberty this is how the conversation went.

(in true scooterist fashion)

ME: That’s great, … does it have a trailer hitch?
MOM: No, why? What would I need to tow?
ME: Two Vespa’s.
MOM: (very slow) oh.

Well I never professed to be tactful.

AND I have 2 cat updates. Yesterday I was at my parents for their 36th anniversary and my dad’s 50th anniversary (arriving in Canada). Our Baby Cat (yes, that’s his name even if my brother won’t call him that) a 14 year old orange cat, has started his annual summer job. Guarding the front lawn. There will be pictures soon. Fiddle, well, last night I was filling the laundry tub to do laundry and hadn’t put any soap in. I was standing in the kitchen when I heard this noise…

It was fiddle, on the washer, drinking out if it. I have photos and a video. I will add them soon.
It’s is now 9:43 and TH has no control over me.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Beating the Tim Horton’s French Vanilla Cappuccino Addiction.

Day 1, 8 am… Trying to replace THFVC with Tea. Not working.
Day 1, 8:30 am..... Stupid THFVC but there is rumor of cake.
Day 1, 9:46 am.. Just had cake to satisfy the sugar craving (there was cake) now debating REGULAR coffee.

Friday, June 02, 2006