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I am bright and shiny.
My friends, well, the friend I announced this to today, find this HIGH-lar-E-ous and bordline disturbing. But I am bright and shiny. Bright. And. Shiny.
I am also apparently channelling Shonda Rhimes but that's not the worst thing, either.
I am on a mission to stop being pissed off at the world, so I threw some money at charity and read a briefing from the Assembly of First Nations about First Nations poverty in Canada. To sum up: it's bad, it's worse than bad, it's utterly wretched and all the way messed up. UN-acceptable.
So I signed petition and made a mental note to drop a letter in the mail this weekend to the federal Minister for Indian Affairs (dude, why hasn't that been translated into PC?) and threw the aforementioned money at charity: ONEXONE, which is working to eliminated child poverty in Canada and around the world.
One in six children in Canada live in poverty; that number rises to one in four for aboriginal children.
Unacceptable by any standard.
Other things bright and beautiful:
Mum's home from France with wonderful stories, and a new leather bracelet and ceramic dragon for me.
If the cat insists on tormenting me in the mornings, I am going to torment him right back, torment him with love and cuddle him and tickle him until he leaps for freedom and I can go back to sleep for another 10 minutes.
It's the weekend.
There is a Bernini exhibit and an exhibit of Medieval and Renaissance tchotckes at the Art Gallery beginning tomorrow.
Tollhouse Cookie Dough Ice Cream in my freezer.
New Doctor Who tomorrow and Nine/Rose episodes to watch on Veronica Mac this weekend.
My friends, well, the friend I announced this to today, find this HIGH-lar-E-ous and bordline disturbing. But I am bright and shiny. Bright. And. Shiny.
I am also apparently channelling Shonda Rhimes but that's not the worst thing, either.
I am on a mission to stop being pissed off at the world, so I threw some money at charity and read a briefing from the Assembly of First Nations about First Nations poverty in Canada. To sum up: it's bad, it's worse than bad, it's utterly wretched and all the way messed up. UN-acceptable.
So I signed petition and made a mental note to drop a letter in the mail this weekend to the federal Minister for Indian Affairs (dude, why hasn't that been translated into PC?) and threw the aforementioned money at charity: ONEXONE, which is working to eliminated child poverty in Canada and around the world.
One in six children in Canada live in poverty; that number rises to one in four for aboriginal children.
Unacceptable by any standard.
Other things bright and beautiful:
Mum's home from France with wonderful stories, and a new leather bracelet and ceramic dragon for me.
If the cat insists on tormenting me in the mornings, I am going to torment him right back, torment him with love and cuddle him and tickle him until he leaps for freedom and I can go back to sleep for another 10 minutes.
It's the weekend.
There is a Bernini exhibit and an exhibit of Medieval and Renaissance tchotckes at the Art Gallery beginning tomorrow.
Tollhouse Cookie Dough Ice Cream in my freezer.
New Doctor Who tomorrow and Nine/Rose episodes to watch on Veronica Mac this weekend.