Michelle's blog

AUG. 19 | Mouse. It's what's for lunch.

  • Posted on: 19 August 2010
  • By: Michelle

This is my cat, whose official name is Schrödinger, but who is better known as Big Cat (as opposed to Little Cat), or also, on a regular basis, as Idiot Boy. In general he eats a lot, lies around a lot waiting to eat, meows about not having enough to eat, and, when he is really feeling up to it, looks at me affectionately and rubs my legs ... hoping he'll get something eat from all that effort.

In summary, he is a cat.



JUL. 22 | Home sweet hippie home ...

  • Posted on: 23 July 2010
  • By: Michelle

Dear Cowtown ...

THIS is why I live here ...


Well, that and the lack of cowboy boots and rhinestone belt buckles. And there is no traffic. And I can walk to the grocery store. (That is, If I actually wanted to ... I'm just saying. It's about opportunity ... ) Oh, and also the fact that my town smells like patchouli and not like ... uhhh ... farm.

You just never had a chance. I'm sorry ...

JUL. 14 | Going to the zoo, zoo, zoo ... how about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too ... I'm going to the zoo!

  • Posted on: 18 July 2010
  • By: Michelle


On Wednesday I went to the Calgary Zoo for the first time since I was, like, 12. The only thing I remember about the Calgary Zoo from when I was a kid was this record that we got with a song about the newborn elephant, which my sisters, brother and I can all sing to this day.

"Chandra the zoo's baby elephant, born in the mammal house right in her element, born here in Calgary and that's really relavent, 'cause that makes her an honorary, Calga-rary resident ... Chandraaaaaaaa ..."


JUL. 06 | I've stopped being mad about being old, and now I'm just gonna party ... like it's 1999 ...

  • Posted on: 7 July 2010
  • By: Michelle

I got a package in the mail from my mom-in-law last Friday, which I was guessing was a birthday gift. And I thought to myself, I can't wait 5 days until it is ACTUALLY my birthday. I decided I was going home to open it right then and there.

When I got home, I announced my intentions, to which Jason promptly replied that I couldn't do that, since it's not my birthday yet. And I answered that, short of there being explicit instructions forbidden that course of action, it was my package, and I could open it whenever I wanted.

So, yeah. Still haven't opened my present yet ...