Rose's Cantina

@ rosalita54 You know Rose I give free breast exams! I even do housecalls, when husbands are not around of course, I'm a backdoor man. — I AM THE JJ! (@JJClarkeOttawa) March 16, 2013 We all know that people can be inappropriate on Twitter, right? But what about celebrities? I recently tweeted about getting a Mamagram and got this tweet in return. JJ Clarke: Really? What would your wife say? I am assuming this isn't the real JJ Clarke, the weatherman from CTV. If it isn't then JJ may have a complaint against the guy who spends most of his time writing inapprpriate musings about sex and defecation. He has all kinds of followers who seem to think he's the real McCoy. This is not good for the rep of a local personality. If it is you, JJ, get a new hobby. My husband has access to my twitter account -- and he's packin'.

Methinks the viewers have created a stir because CTV Ottawa seems to have rehired Eric Longley. The former weather guy who got the boot, along with a number of well-loved radio and television personalities at joints owned by Bell Media, resurfaced yesterday as a reporter! We are happy to see Eric back. He's a great guy and hard-working fellow and he's from the Prairies. Besides, unlike a lot of other broadcast thingies, the guy doesn't have his ego charred into his forehead. And there's even bigger news. The Disco girl must have got the hint because she's toned down her outfits. Now she no longer clashes with the weather screen. Also, she's not wearing Lululemon camel toe! Plus, she's reduced the product in her hair, meaning less global warming. Thanks, CTV Ottawa. Now just bring back Corey Ginther and we're good.

March seems to be the month you get mad at. We spend all winter looking forward to March and it nearly always disappoints us. This year it's snowy and cold. Most years it's rainy and bleak. Only last year did we sing March's praises only to be let down on this one. We want to be golfing, instead we're still shovelling. The only people who love this weather are the ski lift owners and frankly they can just go fuck themselves. Scott drove me to the hospital yesterday for my MamaGram in a blizzard -- on the highway, a place I never go. We were heading toward Parkdale Avenue in a whiteout and some guy decided he didn't want to take the ramp and dovetailed back into traffic right before our eyes. Then we waited on the ramp because a cop had decided to do a traffic stop. When I left home, we were right on time for my appointment. When we finally got to the Civic campus we were fifteen minutes late. March, the month that always lets us down. The appointment it...