Due to the popularity of the ‘Survivor’ shows, Alberta is planning to do it’s own, titled “Survivor – Alberta Style”

The contestants will start in Cold Lake, travel south to Medicine Hat then west to Lethbridge, Fort McLeod and on up to Calgary. Then they will head north to Red Deer and Edmonton. From there they will proceed west to Hinton and north to Grande Prairie, then up along Highway #2 to Slave Lake, Westlock and St. Albert. Then they will go to Ft. Saskatchewan, Vegreville, Vermillion and Bonnyville before eventually returning to Cold Lake.

Each will be driving a pink Volkswagon with Ontario license plates and a large bumper sticker that reads “I’m gay, I’m a vegetarian, beer is harmful to your health, Conservatives stink, Rae in 2008, deer hunting is murder, and I’m here to confiscate your guns.”

The first one that makes it back to Cold Lake alive wins.

Good Luck to all contestants!

Note: My friend Wendy sent this to me and I couldn’t resist posting it 😉

The hubby arrives home tonight. Sometime close to midnight. My boss has signed off on a nice 4 day weekend so we can spend some time together – and I can make sure my homework is completed on time 😉

I’m off to do the mad dash fluff and stuff routine on the house.

I was listening to the morning show on the ride into work today and they were talking about the worst gifts you could give your wife/girlfriend for v-tines day (or anytime really). Of course someone calls in and mentions a vaccuum cleaner. Me, I got a vaccuum for my first Christmas with Drew and was thrilled wiht it. To me, it was a thoughtful and much needed gift. Then again, I’ve been known to fill Drew’s present boxes with socks and underwear cause he asked for them. It takes all kinds I guess.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before but it’s time to toot the horn again. I have the most wonderful neighbours.

Due to his job, the hubby isn’t always home and when he’s away the neighbours take very good care of me. When the basement flooded after days of rain (the sump pump broke) he fixed the sump and helped me dry out the basement. When we needed a new roof on the house, he sold us the supplies at cost and his crew did the work for pizza, beer and a bbq dinner. When we were snowed in last week he snowblowed my driveway so I could get to work.

Some in the city would say I live in a bad neighbourhood. I say it’s all relative. When you have awesome neighbours who look out for each other it makes a huge difference in how you view the area of town you live in.

Good morning. My name is She and I’m addicted to brads and eyelets.

My addiction has now progressed to the stage that my simple storage system has become woefully inadequate to house my purchases and I must go shopping to find a larger fishing tackle box (all crafter’s know these make the best small item storage bins). My current Plano 4 x 3650 Series System (no, I didn’t pay that much for it) is packed to the gills and I’ve no where to add the 20 new sets of brads and eyelets I’ve purchased over the past few weeks.

While I’m busy confessing my sins I need to follow appropriate Canadian behaviour and find someone to blame for my addiction. I am but an innocent victim of circumstances. It’s all Robin’s fault.

On my travels I’ve collected a lot of really cool stuff. Ticket stubs, notices from hotels relating to ongoing polical coups, newspaper articles about natural disasters I’ve lived though, and the like. Despite have a tonne of cool pictures I could never really see myself scrapbooking. I tried, but I’m just not crafty enough to manage it. Then Robin introduced me to altered art. With altered art came a use for all the cool brads and eyelets I’ve seen in stores. I purchase interesting onces in bulk bins for a nickle a piece. I have a hard time bypassing dollar stores when I know they have packages of brads on sale for a dollar. I find themes that match the brads and put together concept books and fill them with interesting brads I’ve picked up along the way. Then, I keep an eye out for even more interesting brads to add to my collection.

My addiction is facilitated by my access to a monthly allowance (who knew household budgets could be so interesting and useful) and a husband who lets me fill tackle boxes with odds and ends. I am an innocent victim of circumstances and shiney metal objects.

I think I’m in need of an intervention.