Random Personal CEPAL Notes

.1. As I was seated in my car early last evening, Bruce started singing ‘Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town’ (not a minute too soon). I rocked out in the car (alone), and thought: It’s official; Holiday season is here.

.2. While in the movie store two nights ago, I turned to walk down one of the aisles and was met with whom I can only describe as the living, breathing (& residing in Ottawa) horror from Ringu. Only it was a child, a small girl I believe.

We stood there staring at each other, I completely transfixed by her resemblance to that thing from the movie. Uncertain as to whether I should run away crying or screaming, I opted to keep an eye on her as I backed away and made a mess of the Comedy section DVDs.

I ran and hid in the Children’s section and stood paralyzed, staring at her from between the shelves, exhaling only when her mother dragged her out of the store and stuck her in the car.

.3. I don’t understand why Bush had to come here.

Don’t they have phones in the USA? Haven’t they heard of MSN Messenger? Doesn’t his mobile text message?

There are many ways for him to have communicated with Pauly, and it would have saved us millions of Canadian dollars (because, like, we don’t have any poor people to house), kept our air space and roads open, and given the snipers a day off.

Dim-witted, these politicians.

.4. Daddy and I went to a wonderful CEPAL event last night, which we almost missed. Had I paid attention to my father’s concerns (really; there are no concerns but my own), he would have had me turn the car around and not even attempt to head to Parliament Hill.

Note to you: If ever you are in disagreement with another’s point of view, simply shut up, nod and (ultimately) do as you please. Things usually find a way of working themselves out…Even if those in front of you are not pleased…They will be, I promise.

Night was filled with the friendly faces of people I had not seen in ages, and it was an absolute treat to be surrounded by them.

What was more of a treat, though, was that my poppy purchased this beautiful amber necklace for me (that is nearly four generations old and from Eastern Europe).

Note to self: This is most likely a lie and the necklace actually purchased at the gas corner store two weekends ago.

Note to self 2: Keep this lie alive for it sounds much more interesting during dinner conversation.
Unfortunately, my baba also purchased this gigantic female “Pheronic” head. It’s not slightly large, but rather seriously and troublingly large.

Before he decided to purchase this Egyptian treasure, the following conversation was had by us:

Maha: “Dad. Why are you looking at that?”
Dad: ”I’m putting a bid in on it.”
Apricot: “Really?”
Apricot’s poppy: “Yes.”
::Silence::
Moi: “Really?”
::Daddy laughs heartily::
I: “Am I going to inherit that some day?”
::Silence::

He made me walk home.

Thing is, this “Pheronic” head has a beautiful profile with an enormous Alien-a-la-Sigourney-Weaver cranium, and I believe the only option I have is to rub its head for good luck whenever I see it. Make a wish. Hope the gigantic cranium reacts.

Note to self: If necessary, can always cut out a hole in the wall – one to match the size of her extended cranium -- push cranium into hole and only allow the profile to peek out.

Note to you: I do promise to take a photo of the gigantic “Pheronic” head and post it because it really is that disturbing.

Note to you 2: My dad didn’t make me walk home. He tried, but it was my car.

Note to you 3: Seriously. He didn’t try to take my car. He just tried to weigh me down with the gigantic cranium and push me off the bridge.

NO! Am kidding. Love my dad. He spoils me. Kisses, ya baba.