Some of you will be very happy to hear that my pain pretty much went away by monday morning and i felt good again. I am like that, i do heal fast so all i had was all those wonderful memories of my weekend.

   I didn't really know what i wanted to write about this evening so i called a friend and asked her for three disconnected words, the first three that came into her mind.  her response...spaghetti, cornichon, and flatbread.  you know based upon this response it is amazing that she is such a fit, attractive young woman. Anyways, it is now my job to make this an interesting entry using these three words.

   You know what has always struck me as weird...how most things that you can have that have a french name, or accent about them are really quite exotic and therefore better.  Especially that huge soft spot i have for french women.  But not pickles (or des cornichons).  They just aren't french in any way.  You know what i mean? 
   It's like, they just aren't dainty enough.  You know what i mean?  How could that vinegary, green, soft, crunchy....fruity/vegetably....thing be french?  I guess they need to have a word for them, but why haven't they just considered, le peekle?  It really makes sense when you think about it.  You know with some sort of white colonialist type thinking.  Which, half of my background was, so i might be all right there, right?

   Speaking of background...how many of the people that you meet are canadians?  How do you indicate that you are canadian? when do you become that? i mean my father emigrated when he was 4.   His parents are both ukranian, born in the ukraine and he was born in germany?  my mom's parents and their parents and their parents were born in canada though.  does first generation, second generation...third....hmmm.  i was born in canada, i call myself canadian.  is it just citizenship?  i don't really answer the question, 'what are you' with canadian. ....ok...i might have to give up here.  i might have to let this thread of conversation just die.  cause i was making my way around to talking about the people of whatever descent who eat flatbread.  i was. it was going to flow and be interesting and etc.  
   and then i started watching survivor 4, marquesas, (or however you spell it). i got sidetracked by how beefcake so many of the guys are, (holy hunter) and how big breasted the women are (did they only take contestants from playboy this time?) not to mention how little flatbread or rice they had.  when i finally came back to writing this i realized that i could no longer remember what people it was that eat flatbread. 
   I am pretty sure that it didn't mean mexicans and tortilla's cause...why would they emigrate to canada?  nor did i mean spaniards...cause they never really hit canada at all.  viking flatbreads?  never heard of those. so, yup. lost.  so i just won't talk about flatbread at all in this entry.  you know, except for the 5 mentions in this section.

   You know there isn't a reason in this world that i would have wanted to watch the Grammy's this year, or any year for that matter but when i saw on the very tail end of E.T. the best and worst dressed i realized that there was in fact a reason to watch the show. 
   Does it make me a bad person that i like to watch the runway parts of awards shows?  That i love, when possible to sit and be catty at the oogly people with a good friend who loves the same thing (yes Shar, this means you and no-one else).  That when i watched just the clips of the 5 best dressed people that i said of Nathalie Cole, in her beautiful black gown with spaghetti straps, 'that is one very nice dress.'  Or of Indie.Arie, 'all that glitters is not gold, sometimes it's just too much.' 
   I dont' know that i would want to watch an entire awards show just for the outfits (or at least admit it out loud to anyone). but i don't really know that i could watch just the pre-show and show my face. so here i am left watching 5 minutes of ET the day after.  maybe that's ok.

   Ok. i know you want a girl update.  i LIKE this girl. have i mentioned that lately?  we've been talking, chatting and emailing a lot. we get along so well, we have so much in common.  we make each other laugh and we spur each others' minds. did i mention how cute i think she is?
   we have a whole host plans this weekend.  time together is going to be wonderful. maybe if you're good i'll tell you about it. maybe if i'm good she'll bring me some flatbread.  (sorry)