i had the cool experience of hearing Canada's first astronaut, Marc Garneau, speak today. I was excited when i learned he was going to speak, because i have had a sticker advertising his 1984 Challenger mission on my pink filing cabinet since i was eight. i think i mght have squealed like a little girl, actually.
i retrieved my fired pieces from the pottery studio. they're not half-bad! i must say i'm a little bit proud of my pieces. i am toying with the idea of taking a few more classes since i'm stuck here anyway. it might give me something to build my day around.
i am lost since my plans changed. i should be back up north... i should be playing with my dogs... i should be planning lessons for my
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"i am rocking around like a pot without an arse. "?!
Good luck with that. ;)
hahaha. i totally love the "these labels suck" label. haha. just don't use them! i don't!!
what are the labels... i don't get them?
too abstract...
the labels are some kind of new blogger thing... so if you read a post you like, you might click on one of the labels at the bottom and that might lead you to posts about similar topics.
in my case, i am incredibly belly-button-ish and nearly always talk about myself and my own musings, and so labels are a moot point.
i would like to address the 'pot without arse' jab from the justin: pots have an arse, the arse being the flat part of the pot that keeps it from rolling around on a flat surface. the arse allows the pot to sit flat and still. it makes sense.
apparently, if we follow the metaphor, my job is my arse.
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