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Definitive proof!

All of the dorks on Earth were sent to Atlantis.

*loves*

I've spent the last couple of evenings acquainting myself with Captain Jack and all the folks at Touchwood.

My main thought is: "I've been avoiding watching Supernatural because it scares me and THIS is what I watch instead?"

My other thought is that I'm not sure if I actually love the show, but I can't stop watching.

Re: the scariness factor: it's not so much that the episodes are incredibly terrifying, more that they are disturbing. I admire the darkness of the show, and find myself marvelling: "I can't believe they went there" during just about every episode.

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'Tis the season for Santa Claus parades. As usual, the Marina has participated. Last weekend was our local parade. This year the young guys who work for us took charge. We did the usual, which is decorating a boat, loading it with girls and towing it behind a Marina truck. Always a big hit. The best part? The boat was red. The Marina trucks are either white or grey. Jonnie has a lovely red Dodge. He actually had our logo put on his own truck so that we could tow the boat behind a matching truck. I just think that is adorable.

It is quite festive around the Marina these days. This year marks our 38th year of selling Christmas trees. Since it is early in the season, everyone is very picky. They need to examine each tree before they settle on the perfect one. On Saturday I even had a lady who insisted on smelling each tree in order to select the most fragrant. It is, quite simply, loads of fun for all involved. I'm not a big Xmas person, but I do love dealing with tree customers.

I also talk to the trees, does that make me wierd?

My subconscious hates me.

Many years ago it created the World's Worst Radio Stadio that plays live in my head. I once spent a 3 week canoe trip with the theme from the Tonight Show (the Johnny years) on a constant loop in my head (DUH duh duh DUH dah, duh duh duh DAH...)

The ensuing years have been no kinder.

As soon as I declare "I HATE that song", I am rewarded with said song constantly played over and over in my head and in real life. I long ago learned to never make an explicit declaration of my song hatred. It turns out that subconscious thoughts are just as bad.

The most recent transgressor? That "Lips of an angel" song by I-don't-even-want-to-know-who.

The chorus runs along the lines of: "You make it hard to be faithful/ With the lips of an angel". Verses follow along the lines of: "My girl's in the next room/ Sometimes I wish she was you".

Pardon me while I vomit. This song pisses me off to no end. May I suggest one of the many spaying and neutering programs that are readily available in most communities?

And damnit, the tune is WAAAAAAY too catchy.

Please make it stop.

Welcome back LJ!!

We are ready for winter at the Marina (handy, as there is snow on the ground). Just about all of the boats have been put away for the season, which is good, seeing as how Deer Hunting Season opens Monday morning and my mechanics will be off on vacation looking for things to kill. Timing is everything, folks. Once they get back we will start in with the Christmas tree part of the business - that is tons of fun!!

In other exciting news, the marina website is seriously messed up. Several pages load with missing photos, but if you scroll down to the end everything repeats itself and looks perfect. The more I poke around, the more pages become affected. I'm not a website expert and I'm clueless. My website expert *waves at sister* has no idea either. I guess this is my crash course in web design as I frantically research solutions. Nothing wrong with learning something new.

The gratifying/annoying thing about all of this is that I have fielded a couple of phone calls from people complaining that they can't access the site. Yay! People are paying attention!

My staff spent all day in the water taking out clients' docks and boat lifts in the freezing cold. Everyone has the day off tomorrow, so I will be running the show all by myself for the first time ever. Wish me luck!

Well, it's Autumn, and that means crazy days at the Marina. There is a mad rush to get boats out of the water and winterized to protect them from the upcoming cold weather. This translates into lots of fun for me. The pace picks up and I feel like I am riding a tidal wave as I struggle to coordinate the men (and boys), trucks and trailers. When all goes well it is like a big dance number as we load boats, service them and then dump them off at the storage buildings and then start all over again. It is multitasking at its finest. By the end of it all we will probably service about 175 boats and store about 115.

And it snowed on Saturday, just to make things especially fun.

The municipal election season is also upon us, and my stepfather (George) is running for town council. He was elected 2000-2003 but failed to get back in for the most recent term (only one incumbent was re-elected - there seemed to be a nationwide desire for change at that time and everything was overturned on a national, provincial and municipal level).

Today was the day for the candidate's speeches and he was fantastic. He really came out swinging, and raised some very good points while managing to crack some good jokes (yay!George!). Some of the people running this year are complete crackpots, so hopefully he will get back in.

In a semi-weird-yet-touching-note: my Dad is firm in his support of my stepfather. He even sat with my mother (his first ex-wife) and the rest of my family for the mayoral and deputy mayor candidates' speeches. He then rushed back to the Marina to take over so that I could go and listen to the councillors' speeches and even drew me a map to the location of his freshly vacated parking spot. Only in a small town, folks.

In another, semi-related note: my dad has had difficulty with names since his stroke. My sister and I are generally referred to as "My Daughter", and he quite often describes our customers as "Our Friend with the...(insert descriptive quality here)". Despite his limitations Dad often comes up with some very descriptive names. For example, he keeps calling the incumbent councillor who is now running for mayor "Fatboy". You have no idea how apt that is.

I'm a little nervous as he really loved my municipal-employee mother's nicknames for a couple of the incumbents: BIFF and BUFF (Big Ignorant Fat Fuck and Big Ugly Fat Fuck). They have really lodged in his brain and I just know he is going to refer to the gentlemen in question by those names (and no, "Fatboy" is not one of the Fat Fucks. And yes, there is a theme).

George loves politics, but it drives me nuts. People have no compunction in offering criticism, even when I tell them that I am related to him. Don't they realize that insulting a family member is like insulting me? I don't think that the average person would be particularly pleased if I made scathing comments about his/her parent - why is it okay for them to do the same to me?? Dickheads.

Vote for George!

Teyla speaks!

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And Ronon has eyebrow dimples when he is frowny. I'm in heaven.

Had a lovely time in Vancouver. Didn't get to see as much of it as I would like, but my cousin got married up real good.

My mother and I came perilously close to wetting ourselves while watching the first episode of Celebrity Duets in our hotel room. Mom tuned in originally because Cheech Marin was on but she stayed for Carlton and Xena. Then we became fascinated by the trainwreck known as Little Richard. We are pretty sure that he has at least one glass eye. Possibly some glass brain cells.

Add the fact that we were flicking between that show and the Agassi match plus jet lag and alcohol and you've got one wierd evening.

We also caught Agassi's final match a couple of days later. What an exit. A class act all the way. Yes, I cried. And it goes without saying that I cried at the wedding. It was such a foregone conclusion that they didn't even bother to include me in the betting pool. Just for the record, I did better than usual. Instead of sobbing as soon as I entered the church, I managed to suck it back until the groom took his place at the altar. A new record of control, people! There is a reason why I am single. I'd have to wear a goalie mask just to make it through the ceremony.

Anyhoo,

I just watched McKay and Mrs Miller and adored the sibling interaction. So very, very true to life. For many years my sister told a tale to all and sundry of how she was bitten by a dog and I sat under the exam table and wet my pants when she got stitches. I finally had to get my mother to issue a cease and desist order. Apparently I was nowhere near the exam room when this all happened.

Now that I think about it, she has never categorically refuted the pantswetting thing, just the location..... hmmmmmm

We were 6 years old when the dogbite happened, so my sister's evil story was quite evilly plausible to the casual listener.

The story about me pushing her through a glass door is, however, entirely true. She totally deserved it.

My sister's name is not Jeannie, but it I bet they've met.

I have just returned from dinner at my grandmother's. We had mussels and salmon (yay!salmon, yuck!mussels). My cat now either wants to a) mug me; or b) marry me. I think I need a shower. The lickiness is a little disturbing.

Well, Hi

Man, it's been a long, long time.

This real life thing is a real bitch, it has kept me away for a long time.

I've still been lurking and watching and reading, but I just haven't really had the wherewithal to post. I'm doing just fine...just haven' had much to say.

Well, since we last left off, I've been dumped , relocated, relocated and relocated and am generally pretty damn pleased with myself.

I survived the ignomious end of a five-year relationship waaaaaaaay better than anyone expected (go, me).

I ended up moving back to my hometown and in with my twin sister. It was a bit pathetic. There we were, 35 years old and living together with multiple cats. It's not that we weren't expecting this to happen at some point in our lives; we just assumed that we would be in our 60s and have buried a husband or two by the time it happened.

Living together was great. Then Cat Pee and her boyfriend bought a house together. The catch? The house needed extensive renos and she sold her condo (our shared home) quickly. Cat Pee moved into her bf's place. I got to move in with my mommy. There I was, 36 years old living in my old bedroom with my cat. No, not pathetic at all!

I actually had a great time living at home (potatoes every night!) and now am comfortably ensconced in the world's coolest apartment. It is the top floor of my brother-in-law's computer shop, which is located in a 150 year old log cabin. My bachelor pad is pretty and green and loggy and filled with bookcases. I love it!

As far as fandom goes, I am mainly into Atlantis, Doctor Who, Rockstar, BSG and various sitcoms these days. I have an unhealthy thing for Ronon. The strong, silent type has always been my thing, and he also gets extra points for having really awesome eyebrows.

I have been kept unbelievably busy working at our family business, a marina (wanna buy a boat?). I can't believe that more than a year has passed! I don't know how frequently I'll be able to post, but I am still enjoying reading what everyone has to say.

Yay, tv!