Aldo shoes = bad

I have been looking for a pair of boots for a very long time and this weekend I find the perfect pair at aldo. BUT they only have my size at a store in Toronto. Today I call that store and ask if they have my size they tell me they don't. So i call a few other stores looking and they all come back with the same answer - its at that one store in TO. So the store on Queen w. which was infinitely helpful gives me another number for that store and i call back.... this is how my conversation went with the teenager that worked there:

Me:hey can you look up a pair of shoes for me
kid: sure whats the name
me: Nanzie-98 in a 39
kid: what is the code number
me: 13-5-4
kid: one second
wait for a minute
kid: (giggling) that shoe doesn't exist
me: so you are trying to say i called 5 aldos and they all knew the shoe, but you are saying they don't exist
kid: you already called here and we don't have them, don't call again
me: um what is your name
kid: why
me: can i speak to your manager
kid giggling hands me to a key holder
keyholder: (giggling) hi can i help you
me: what is your name
kh: annie, is there something I can help you with
me: what is that boys name
kh: why
me: because I want to know it, and I would like to speak to a manager
kh: michael
me: when will your manager be in?
kh: i don't know
me: I will call back tomorrow then

when i am trying to buy $200 boots, i don't need two twenty year olds being heros
fuck that shit

fin

love cat

My mother is a really funny person. She sees things her way, and only her way - which i think may be a result of my grandparents babying her (up until present day). When I was younger this really used to bother me - if she needed pepper in her soup so did i, if she didn't like something, obviously i couldn't like it either .... its always been her way or the highway sort of deal... i think i am making this sound a lot worse than it is - basically when I was younger and trying to assert some Independence it really got under my skin, but now that I have a good grasp on who I am I find her child like demeanor endearing, and in most cases pretty hilarious.
for example ... i had this conversation with my mother last week (RE: her getting new kittens)
Mom - Michelle, the kittens were born, and they are sextuplets
Michelle- I think that you mean there was a litter of six
mom - no they were all born together, so sextuplets.
michelle- but they aren't identical are they?
mom- michelle, not all sextuplets are identical
michelle- okay fine

just another day with the norton family

fin

if you like it than you shoulda put a ring on it

oh my goodness
you have to watch this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6ExgUW6ak8

hilarious ...!!

fin

i am 4 years old

I was in a huge rush this morning and i didn't do my hair or makeup, and i decide to drive to school today... anyways i stop at a red light, and someone i do not want to see like this is standing right beside my car.... obviously I handle this by closing my eyes... because this means they aren't there... right? huh huh riiiight?

fin

fuck santa

(this is stolen)




I hate Christmas.
When I make this known, people look at me like I’ve just said “I like to eat babies,
they’re yummy.” Case in point: the other day I was walking through the convocation
mall, and I saw a gigantic Christmas tree being erected. Involuntarily, the left corner
of my mouth turned up in a snarl. Some girl-her chubby rosy cheeks glowing and sweet
knitted scarf flapping-looked aghast at me like I was the cruel and bitter epitome of
Ebenezer Scrooge himself. A young, female, and Jewish Ebenezer Scrooge, that is.

But I really can’t help it. The feeling I had looking at that tree was visceral and
overwhelmingly negative. Why? Because it represents one thing to me: It’s Christmas
time for everyone-like it or not. It represented the myopic and incredibly tedious view
that so many of you have that everyone celebrates Christmas. Or at least, that
everyone must get into “the spirit of the season.” That really, really steams my milk.
I suppose the logic goes that since to a lot of people Christmas isn’t about religion, and
that since it’s “just a time for family” it shouldn’t offend anyone. Wrong-o. I have my
own traditions, my own history, and I have absolutey no desire to have Christmas
shoved at me every moment.

The ironic thing is, I’m not bitter because I don’t get to celebrate it. Since my dad is
a convert to Judaism, every year I’ve done “the Christmas thing” with his family.
Yes, I lived every kid’s dream: twice the presents, twice the holidays! And unlike a lot
of Jews, I have never once wished that my (immediate) family was Christian, that we
had a tree, that I could sing “Oh Holy Night.” Having experienced the richness of my
own tradition, I never felt bereft in any way. To me, Christmas always seemed like
something of a pathetic spectacle compared to Pesach (Passover) which-at least for my
family-involved the retelling of what sometimes seemed half our oral history, a 5 course
meal, and hours of singing, celebrating, and drunken fun, all embellished with traditions
developed over 4,000 years of history. That other Jews would envy Christians at Christmas
time is simply a reflection of their spiritual poverty and lack of education-but that’s another
issue.



fin

girl i'm faded but i feel alright

I listen to the most embarrassing music on my ipod....which really had no impact on my life because I would only listen to it at the gym - but ever since I moved to Toronto I always have it on me ... I walk everywhere and my ipod does too.  The problem with Toronto is that everyone is very close together, and I listen to my ipod very loud..... i am fairly sure people stop at red lights beside me and double take.... i just love snoop dogg and hanson

what is a girl to do

fin

hammer time

I am all for Hamilton peoples making it.... i am even more all about Hamilton kids making it, if they name their album after a quintessentially Hamilton location

ARKELLS

they aren't bad, and they love hamilton... so support

ps - i'm all about kings of leon lately

fin

2008

kudos to heather's picture blog....

she put me in a mood to picture blog....

fin.

isn't the ending, so much as the start

I saw this news heading on Yahoo! this morning:

CAN YOU DIE OF A BROKEN HEART OR AN UNREQUITED LOVE?

hahaha i don't even need to read on... of course you can
jebus

fin

ouch

out side observation:

i think it would suck going from heart throb extraordinaire to a fat mess

fin

when the flag changes colour, the language knows

As promised blog readers... my two nights out with feist...

I would also like to point out the fine young chap in grey jeans an plaid shirt beside feist... that would be Afie Jurvanen.... I have asperations to marry him.... le sigh



This is feist at the rivoli, playing my favourite feist song - anti pioneer



This is feist at the cameron house playing my moon my man

And then the pictures


SWWWWWOOOON!
fin