...tomorrow morning I will be hopping back onto a plane and going to my other home. I will be arriving around lunch time and meeting up with friends and then home - sadly Spartan is on the road - but at least I get to snuggle into his comfy bed and pretend he is there...and then.... then...I will be away with a gaggle of girls for a weekend of wine and fun. Then home again to my darling boy. Looking forward to all of the previously mentioned things - really looking forward them.
Ever miss someone so much you feel like you can quite breathe? I do. I keep trying but the air just won't seem to quite go in. Kind of feels like there is a great big weight upon my chest... I keep telling myself it's not forever... but sometimes when you have a mountain ahead of you it's best not to look to the top but rather put one put in front of the other and glance behind you every so often to see how far you've come. That and have the occasional wine weekend or 90's dance off to keep you laughing.
Off to make sure I've packed enough shoes and to wax my eyebrows.
Have a great weekend!!!
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The 90's shouldn't have happened...
This weekend - I ventured to a friend's house to have a relatively tame glass of wine (or two) but somehow ended up dancing around the living room to vile 90's rap music... (isn't that vid annoying? But it kind of illustrates how cool we looked...) and I knew every word. It was like instant brilliant flash back to the 90's - I envisioned myself - big hair and terribly untamed eyebrows*. It was quite the evening. This particular evening resulted in more photos floating out there in the universe of me acting like a total jackass dancing .... 
like just last month - when I thought I was one of the Charlie's Angels... didn't remember much the following morning but - thank goodness - there are pictures to remind me. *YAY*
like just last month - when I thought I was one of the Charlie's Angels... didn't remember much the following morning but - thank goodness - there are pictures to remind me. *YAY*
* which makes me mad at my mom cuz... why'd she wait till I was 18 to take me to the salon to get my eyebrows waxed anyways? I'll be waxing Bab's when she's in - like grade 7. Cuz I'm cool. Cool mom. I'm going to make myself a badge - in my narcissistic cool mom-like manner. It's going to be big and diamond encrusted too... maybe with one of these pictures on it.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'd like to thank the academy...my first grade teacher and...
Being Brazen has given me the following lovely award;
Here are the rules....
Link back to the giver. - The lovely and fabulous Being Brazen (linked twice for extra points). Nominate up to 7 other fabulous blogs and link to them (also let them know they got an award). -
Well... that IS a tricky one. I love you all. But for the time being I will nominate the following people (they have ALL bribed me). Except Slyde and Earl - but they already know I love their blogs so I'm going to leave them out - you all know them anyways. They are omnipotent.
Lane - she writes. And I laugh like hell.
Real Live Lesbian - she is real. she is live and she is a lesbian. She is also quite witty.
DONNNNN - I'm new to his blog. All the much better so I can look over all of the genius stuff he's already accomplished over there. It's really quite fun. Have a boo. Slap on your tinfoil hat before you go there... the secrets of the universe may reside within it's pages...
White Rabbit - He's clever. Oh yes indeedy.
Hullaballoo - She's adorable. I want to adopt her.
Tamara - She makes me giggle.
Crap. Only one more....
A following...westward and a curious thing...
(I like this new following posts thing going on.... so that you guys get an adorable little icon on my sidebar. So go ahead - all the cool kids are doing it...I'm going to start too.)
It is exactly one week tomorrow that I will be going westward again. The beginning of this very exciting trip will be a wine weekend with about 8 gals. Oooh. Just imagine the pictures that will follow this particular gathering. I met my Spartan when I was out visiting my BFF but since then (well over a year ago now) I've only stayed with Spartan and my BFF and I haven't had any of our solo adventures - which we have done semi annually pretty much for over a decade. Then - once the end of the weekend rolls around I am lucky enough to come home to Spartan! HOORAY!! I miss him oodles. I always miss him - even when we're together and in different rooms - imagine what a couple of weeks is like?
Also... tonight is the season premier of Grey's. I have my outfit picked out and the popcorn waiting. I am shamelessly addicted to this show. One day I plan to guest star. (Stay tuned - I'll give you the heads up).
Lastly, there is this strange fellow that inhabits my neighbourhood. He is always either on drugs or drunk, or perhaps suffering from a brain injury? He's just not quite "right" - for lack of a more politically correct term. He walks his dog quite frequently. It is a vicious pitbull type dog that appears to want to ingest all of the children of the neighbourhood. Along with the monster on a leash - there is a tiny itty bitty puppy that - for all appearances should require batteries - and bounces along beside them (no leash) and.... also a cat. All four of them go traipsing by at all hours of the day. Never one missing. It is quite the eclectic little bunch. It makes me kind of stop whatever I'm doing just to watch. It has started making everyone they pass by do the same. The man, and his little entourage have managed to make quite an impact on the quiet street on which I live. In the near future, I will endeavor to video tape the curiosity of it all and post it here for you.
It is exactly one week tomorrow that I will be going westward again. The beginning of this very exciting trip will be a wine weekend with about 8 gals. Oooh. Just imagine the pictures that will follow this particular gathering. I met my Spartan when I was out visiting my BFF but since then (well over a year ago now) I've only stayed with Spartan and my BFF and I haven't had any of our solo adventures - which we have done semi annually pretty much for over a decade. Then - once the end of the weekend rolls around I am lucky enough to come home to Spartan! HOORAY!! I miss him oodles. I always miss him - even when we're together and in different rooms - imagine what a couple of weeks is like?
Also... tonight is the season premier of Grey's. I have my outfit picked out and the popcorn waiting. I am shamelessly addicted to this show. One day I plan to guest star. (Stay tuned - I'll give you the heads up).
Lastly, there is this strange fellow that inhabits my neighbourhood. He is always either on drugs or drunk, or perhaps suffering from a brain injury? He's just not quite "right" - for lack of a more politically correct term. He walks his dog quite frequently. It is a vicious pitbull type dog that appears to want to ingest all of the children of the neighbourhood. Along with the monster on a leash - there is a tiny itty bitty puppy that - for all appearances should require batteries - and bounces along beside them (no leash) and.... also a cat. All four of them go traipsing by at all hours of the day. Never one missing. It is quite the eclectic little bunch. It makes me kind of stop whatever I'm doing just to watch. It has started making everyone they pass by do the same. The man, and his little entourage have managed to make quite an impact on the quiet street on which I live. In the near future, I will endeavor to video tape the curiosity of it all and post it here for you.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
1. Yesterday I mowed the lawn. I started out trying to avoid the crickets but an hour later it was almost like I was aiming for them...
2. I decided in a brilliant flash of craftiness that I could make a hair fascinator (hair clip adorned with feathers worn for wedding hairdo's...) myself instead of paying 100 bucks for it (actually 3 of them...) - end result; fantastic hair fascinators + what appears to be a bird explosion in my living and sitting room. (Evidently the cat enjoys not only birds - but feathers too. Who'd have thunk.) Her playing with them might have been what kept me awake ALL NIGHT.
3. My stagette weekend is actually in the process of being planned already. So... do you think if I invite my future mother in law it might make for a tamer weekend - or a wilder one?
4. This morning all hell broke loose at my house at exactly 8:25 am. Which, of course, is when the bus comes. First, my grandfather came THEN to get a tool I borrowed from him... and then decided to go inspect how I had mown the lawn... apparently I passed his inspection. Then Babs got upset because her pants kept falling down and decided she MUST have them changed... and then acted like putting socks on was an equivalent task to solving a rubix cube. I suddenly realized it was garbage day... and then almost let Babs get on the bus without her homework (which means the entire neighbourhood got to witness me running down the street wearing red pants with reindeer allover them paired very fetchingly with a red pj top covered in fuzzy penguins and my hair standing up all about my head in a radiant halo of fuzzy wild curls....at least I grabbed my movie star glasses before hand... and oh yeah - crocs. HAWT.) Upon reaching the bus I realized that Roo was nowhere - oh gosh - I think he's still preening in the mirror trying to get his hair to stop standing on end... I get him on the bus... I return to the house and sink down to the floor - let out a wimper and crawl into the kitchen - because -
5. All of this was BEFORE my coffee. I have a feeling this is going to be a rather long day...
2. I decided in a brilliant flash of craftiness that I could make a hair fascinator (hair clip adorned with feathers worn for wedding hairdo's...) myself instead of paying 100 bucks for it (actually 3 of them...) - end result; fantastic hair fascinators + what appears to be a bird explosion in my living and sitting room. (Evidently the cat enjoys not only birds - but feathers too. Who'd have thunk.) Her playing with them might have been what kept me awake ALL NIGHT.
3. My stagette weekend is actually in the process of being planned already. So... do you think if I invite my future mother in law it might make for a tamer weekend - or a wilder one?
4. This morning all hell broke loose at my house at exactly 8:25 am. Which, of course, is when the bus comes. First, my grandfather came THEN to get a tool I borrowed from him... and then decided to go inspect how I had mown the lawn... apparently I passed his inspection. Then Babs got upset because her pants kept falling down and decided she MUST have them changed... and then acted like putting socks on was an equivalent task to solving a rubix cube. I suddenly realized it was garbage day... and then almost let Babs get on the bus without her homework (which means the entire neighbourhood got to witness me running down the street wearing red pants with reindeer allover them paired very fetchingly with a red pj top covered in fuzzy penguins and my hair standing up all about my head in a radiant halo of fuzzy wild curls....at least I grabbed my movie star glasses before hand... and oh yeah - crocs. HAWT.) Upon reaching the bus I realized that Roo was nowhere - oh gosh - I think he's still preening in the mirror trying to get his hair to stop standing on end... I get him on the bus... I return to the house and sink down to the floor - let out a wimper and crawl into the kitchen - because -
5. All of this was BEFORE my coffee. I have a feeling this is going to be a rather long day...
Monday, September 22, 2008
It's the Little Things...
Like when you get an "surprise" raisin in your last bite of raisin bran.
When you get a message from an old friend that you miss telling you that they were thinking about you.
When an old movie that you love comes on T.V.
Your favorite show - coming back after a long summer without it. (And it will be a two hour premier!!)
The scale seeming not to notice those oreo cookies ;-)
Receiving a card in the mail.
A note from your child's teacher telling you that they were an exemplary student.
Finding that perfect pair of shoes!
Eating a perfectly ripe pear.
Receiving a text message from your true love just to remind you that you are cherished.
Free samples in the mail.
When your hair just works.
A random compliment from a stranger - when they clearly expect nothing in return.
The first stretch in the morning after a good night's sleep.
Comments from blogfriends.
When the sun peeks out after the rain.
When you get a message from an old friend that you miss telling you that they were thinking about you.
When an old movie that you love comes on T.V.
Your favorite show - coming back after a long summer without it. (And it will be a two hour premier!!)
The scale seeming not to notice those oreo cookies ;-)
Receiving a card in the mail.
A note from your child's teacher telling you that they were an exemplary student.
Finding that perfect pair of shoes!
Eating a perfectly ripe pear.
Receiving a text message from your true love just to remind you that you are cherished.
Free samples in the mail.
When your hair just works.
A random compliment from a stranger - when they clearly expect nothing in return.
The first stretch in the morning after a good night's sleep.
Comments from blogfriends.
When the sun peeks out after the rain.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Coffee and Cold Meds
These two things have kept me somewhat alive over the past week. I am suffering the first cold of back to school season. It has kept me in bed over the last few days feeling terribly sorry for myself. Waking in the middle of the night when the world is mostly quiet - staring out my bedroom window wistfully envisioning my Spartan where he is in the world and wondering if he is awake or shrouded in the bliss that the blanket of sleep bestows on the healthy. Desperate to return to it's comforting arms myself. Or even better; his arms.
"In the wee small hours of the morning.... while the whole wide world is fast asleep, you lay awake and think of the girl (boy) and never ever think of counting sheep..."
But not to keep things all melancholy... while I lay awake I am now kept company by my wedding dress, *hooray* which hangs in my room reminding me of all of the fairy tales coming true around me. So despite the fact that I cannot breath and my eyes are leaky... I manage to smile and sigh and eventually drift back into a broken sleep to have dreams of dancing with my very own prince charming.
Now... I'm off to make coffee and muddle through my day, trying not to walk into too many walls and maybe even muster enough ambition to tackle some cleaning...
"In the wee small hours of the morning.... while the whole wide world is fast asleep, you lay awake and think of the girl (boy) and never ever think of counting sheep..."
But not to keep things all melancholy... while I lay awake I am now kept company by my wedding dress, *hooray* which hangs in my room reminding me of all of the fairy tales coming true around me. So despite the fact that I cannot breath and my eyes are leaky... I manage to smile and sigh and eventually drift back into a broken sleep to have dreams of dancing with my very own prince charming.
Now... I'm off to make coffee and muddle through my day, trying not to walk into too many walls and maybe even muster enough ambition to tackle some cleaning...
Monday, September 15, 2008
I was just saying...
...as explained by Cliff Clavin, of Cheers. One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm.Here's how it went:
"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."
"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."
WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
It may also make you think you can fly...
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Giant bugs and supersonic gadgets! Wee!!
A recent discussion with local friends has led me to believe that I am living amidst some kind of Jurassic bug park. Evidently it is not just in my head; crickets are not supposed to be the size of a toonie (our two dollar coin for those of you who don't make it above the 49th parallel). While mowing the lawn - on several occasions I thought I was about to run over a toad when in fact it was a cricket. A giant black cricket. *shivers*. So large, in fact, that I do believe that some of my daughters Polly Pocket outfits would actually fit. Also, spiders are not supposed to be large enough to have recognizable facial expressions...
BUT!!! I have found a most miraculous gadget! You plug it in and it emits some high frequency noise combined with some kind of subliminal "Spiders don't like to live here" message. Evidently this also works for wee mice and other bugs. Now... if only I could find one that is battery operated to affix to my clothing...
BUT!!! I have found a most miraculous gadget! You plug it in and it emits some high frequency noise combined with some kind of subliminal "Spiders don't like to live here" message. Evidently this also works for wee mice and other bugs. Now... if only I could find one that is battery operated to affix to my clothing...
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Hullo...
Okay... how long have I been engaged? Almost two weeks...
So far we have the place and date picked, most of the dinner planned, the dress ordered, Babs's dress purchased, the save the date cards completed, the flowers figured out and a few other minor details. Which is likely why my blogging has been scant...
How's that for excited???!!!
Poor Spartan. I call or email him several times a day about it. I pretty much had the wedding planned in my head for months - and he and I are so similar in what we want that it all pretty much fell into place with little effort. The hardest part will be waiting until next July.
Spartan will be here on Monday so I am spending the weekend getting ready.
~ totally unrelated, but...
Yesterday at the grocery store, there was a woman shopping, in her cart she had 9 cases of bottled water, 2 protein bars and a box of cake mix. I was confused. It took everything in me not to approach her and beg an explanation. I should have though... I'm still wondering about it.
So far we have the place and date picked, most of the dinner planned, the dress ordered, Babs's dress purchased, the save the date cards completed, the flowers figured out and a few other minor details. Which is likely why my blogging has been scant...
How's that for excited???!!!
Poor Spartan. I call or email him several times a day about it. I pretty much had the wedding planned in my head for months - and he and I are so similar in what we want that it all pretty much fell into place with little effort. The hardest part will be waiting until next July.
Spartan will be here on Monday so I am spending the weekend getting ready.
~ totally unrelated, but...
Yesterday at the grocery store, there was a woman shopping, in her cart she had 9 cases of bottled water, 2 protein bars and a box of cake mix. I was confused. It took everything in me not to approach her and beg an explanation. I should have though... I'm still wondering about it.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Weddings weddings weddings
The Princess and her Prince.
"Ahhhh - fuaw fuaw fuaw fuaw"
For some reason - gotta have this shot. Every wedding. It keeps happening... but for some reason only after a couple of glasses of wine...hmmmm....
I think directly after this we went tumbling down onto the golf green behind us...
My friends. All of them from highschool. I lurves em.
Some sneaky beotch was taking pictures of us self professed dancing queens from the padio...
Muaw! (Zoolander... finally got caught. Boon will be happy to see this one.)
My Kat. Doesn't she look smashing?A friend of mine from waaaay back got married to her very own prince charming and fun and celebrations were had by all. Somehow we got pointed out as the party table (wa??) and set the tone for the evening. I pretty much danced ALL night. Actually I jumped up and down all night and now my legs are still sore. LOL. Kat accompanied me since my darling Spartan couldn't make it. I missed him all night but it was so nice to attend a wedding right after getting engaged. Gave me some great idears.
I wasn't even aware that I ever used this gesture... though there are worse gestures I spose... I may have to do this again when I myself am walking down the aisle.Thursday, August 28, 2008
OH MY!
I woke up Monday morning thinking I was still in a dream because - when I looked down at my finger there sat the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever seen. About a million times a day - I glance down at it and gaze in a dream like state at what it symbolizes. You are reading the very first official blog of the future Mrs. Spartan. I guarantee that there has never been a happier girl in the world. I feel like Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and just about every other fairy tale princess out there all rolled up into one - only a tad more dimensional and with better shoes.
He asked. I said yes. (Well, actually I said; "Hypothetically?" He laughed and said, "No. Would you be my wife?" and proceeded to unveil the ring which he had clutched in his hand against his chest. Then there were tears and laughing and all sorts of skipping about...lucky for me this time I managed not to trip and go careening off the balcony. So, once I realized that Spartan was actually literally asking - I responded "Absolutely YES!")
I have been wandering about bumping into walls and smiling and humming to myself since I got home. I still can't believe it. I am going to marry the love of my life. My own wonderful prince charming. The most incredible man I could have ever imagined has swept me away and my heart is bursting with joy! I am so in love!
Dreams? They do come true. Really truly.
Now... whatever am I going to wear?! *JOY*
Friday, August 22, 2008
Just popping in to say allo!
Oh the fun.
This week I have become quite adept at Rockstar (game much like Guitar hero... only cooler). Well, when I say I've become adept at it, it simply means I am not being boo'ed off stage any longer.
I have also learned all manner of new torture techniques to employ at the gym. I've actually been lucky enough to have been able to work out all week with an amazing trainer and one of the fittest people I know (you know, Apollo aka Spartan). I've also been stuffing my face with wheat grass which clearly will make me strong like ox. This is like boot camp - but really fun... and I have to admit that I really enjoy watching Spartan in the gym. It's very sexy.
I am just having such a brilliant time - I miss my little people though. Ooooodles. But I wish I could just bring them here instead of leaving. I don't wanna leave. Not going to think about that just yet though.
Tonight - girly fun at the spa. *JOY* Tomorrow - romantic getaway that Spartan is being oddly mysterious about (?).
Hope you guys aren't missing me too much ;-D
This week I have become quite adept at Rockstar (game much like Guitar hero... only cooler). Well, when I say I've become adept at it, it simply means I am not being boo'ed off stage any longer.
I have also learned all manner of new torture techniques to employ at the gym. I've actually been lucky enough to have been able to work out all week with an amazing trainer and one of the fittest people I know (you know, Apollo aka Spartan). I've also been stuffing my face with wheat grass which clearly will make me strong like ox. This is like boot camp - but really fun... and I have to admit that I really enjoy watching Spartan in the gym. It's very sexy.
I am just having such a brilliant time - I miss my little people though. Ooooodles. But I wish I could just bring them here instead of leaving. I don't wanna leave. Not going to think about that just yet though.
Tonight - girly fun at the spa. *JOY* Tomorrow - romantic getaway that Spartan is being oddly mysterious about (?).
Hope you guys aren't missing me too much ;-D
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Insects, Insomnia and One More Day...
Yesterday, I decided to tackle the evil basement. You know - sorting through boxes, throwing stuff in the bin and generally making it tidy. You would naturally assume that a basement in a house that is 130 + years old would have it's creepy things but - I'm sure it isn't normal to hear spiders walking across the floor before you see them. Then there was the house centipedes *shiver* and we know I'm not much better with those. By the time I was finished each and every one of them had been assaulted with bleach and beaten into tiny carpets. (Some of which were big enough to actually become throw rugs.) I don't expect to recover; I am seriously damaged from the experience. Maybe not as much as the creatures - but badly enough.
I went on to clean out cabinets in the bathroom and mow the national park that makes up the backyard. All of this in a vain attempt to make time go by and to ensure that when I lay my head down to sleep that by force of sheer exhaustion, sleep would actually come... errrr... did not work. I was wide awake till two in the morning. So, I watched the Olympics and marvelled at their ability to defy gravity in the men's gymnastics.
Eventually I did fall asleep for 5 whole lovely hours. At least there's that. Now, I just have to get through the next day without my darling boy - and then two glorious weeks!
Now... for today - I'm off to do last minute packing, playing with babies and painting my toes!
I'll be back around sometime next week to say allo!
I went on to clean out cabinets in the bathroom and mow the national park that makes up the backyard. All of this in a vain attempt to make time go by and to ensure that when I lay my head down to sleep that by force of sheer exhaustion, sleep would actually come... errrr... did not work. I was wide awake till two in the morning. So, I watched the Olympics and marvelled at their ability to defy gravity in the men's gymnastics.
Eventually I did fall asleep for 5 whole lovely hours. At least there's that. Now, I just have to get through the next day without my darling boy - and then two glorious weeks!
Now... for today - I'm off to do last minute packing, playing with babies and painting my toes!
I'll be back around sometime next week to say allo!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I guilt tripped Slyde into tagging me...
S'okay...
1. What is his name? SPARTAN (but not really)
2. Who eats more? Well clearly him... cuz he weighs more (is that not logical?) and I'm a dainty little lady... *shhhh
3. Who said, “I love you” first? I think I "thought it at him" first but he said it. Cuz he is verra brave ;-) I immediately answered back; "I absolutely love you too!!" Which I do. Cuz he's lovely.
4. Who is taller? He is.
5. Who drives most when you are out together? He does. I preen in the mirror. (No, I don't really. K - maybe little bit...)
6. Who is more sensitive? Well. I have to say me - since I'm the one who breaks down sobbing massive amounts of tears on poor Spartan's shoulder for - well - no reason in particular except that it just seemed like a good place to put them. (It was just the once. I try to limit my psychotic episodes to once annually... kind of like a pap; not fun but seemingly necessary)
7. Who does the laundry? Well, we both do because we have our own houses BUT likely I will take over when we live under the same roof because I like to fold things... cathartic.
8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? We both sleep in the middle. Stacked like.
9. Who pays the bills? What bills? You mean, I'm supposed to actually pay bills? I thought they were just decorative.
10. Who cooks more? Spartan is in charge of steak (because he's gifted that way) but in most other ways - kitchen wise - I think I'll be slightly this side of "more" - as long as he's good with that.
11. Who is more stubborn? Well - see now... I will say me and he will say him and we will very stubbornly keep that stance.
12. Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Neither of us have EVER been wrong. But when one of us is - it'll be him ;-D (I JOKE).
13. Who has more siblings? We both have one. (Luckily it isn't eachother. Did I just say that? That's awful)
14. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Um. We really don't wear pants very often. (Just being honest)
15. What do you like to do together? Everything - as long as we're together. That's the most important part. I've never had more fun doing the most mundane tasks - as long as he's with me it's a great place to be.
16. Who eats more sweets? (me - but not like ALOT more... just the odd wee cookie now and again...booooo)
17. Guilty Pleasures? Me? - Those gossip magazines - once and a while.
18. How did you meet? My best friend introduced us (he lives next door to her).
19. Who asked whom out first? I really don't know... we just kind of ended up together every chance we got.
20. Who kissed who first? *blushes* we crashed into each other full speed and met right in the middle. Then I lost my breath and I still haven't gotten it back.
21.Who proposed? Haven't gotten there yet. ;-) Sheesh. You guys are pushy.
22. His best features and qualities? How long have you got? His heart, his smile, his sense of humour, his integrity... his ... him. All of him. Every bit. He's the best person I've ever known.
23. Tag some people... Hullaballoooooo and Stace... and anyone who else who likes these... I feel bad tagging just in case you loathe them. But let me know if you do it so I can come and be nosey!
1. What is his name? SPARTAN (but not really)
2. Who eats more? Well clearly him... cuz he weighs more (is that not logical?) and I'm a dainty little lady... *shhhh
3. Who said, “I love you” first? I think I "thought it at him" first but he said it. Cuz he is verra brave ;-) I immediately answered back; "I absolutely love you too!!" Which I do. Cuz he's lovely.
4. Who is taller? He is.
5. Who drives most when you are out together? He does. I preen in the mirror. (No, I don't really. K - maybe little bit...)
6. Who is more sensitive? Well. I have to say me - since I'm the one who breaks down sobbing massive amounts of tears on poor Spartan's shoulder for - well - no reason in particular except that it just seemed like a good place to put them. (It was just the once. I try to limit my psychotic episodes to once annually... kind of like a pap; not fun but seemingly necessary)
7. Who does the laundry? Well, we both do because we have our own houses BUT likely I will take over when we live under the same roof because I like to fold things... cathartic.
8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? We both sleep in the middle. Stacked like.
9. Who pays the bills? What bills? You mean, I'm supposed to actually pay bills? I thought they were just decorative.
10. Who cooks more? Spartan is in charge of steak (because he's gifted that way) but in most other ways - kitchen wise - I think I'll be slightly this side of "more" - as long as he's good with that.
11. Who is more stubborn? Well - see now... I will say me and he will say him and we will very stubbornly keep that stance.
12. Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Neither of us have EVER been wrong. But when one of us is - it'll be him ;-D (I JOKE).
13. Who has more siblings? We both have one. (Luckily it isn't eachother. Did I just say that? That's awful)
14. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Um. We really don't wear pants very often. (Just being honest)
15. What do you like to do together? Everything - as long as we're together. That's the most important part. I've never had more fun doing the most mundane tasks - as long as he's with me it's a great place to be.
16. Who eats more sweets? (me - but not like ALOT more... just the odd wee cookie now and again...booooo)
17. Guilty Pleasures? Me? - Those gossip magazines - once and a while.
18. How did you meet? My best friend introduced us (he lives next door to her).
19. Who asked whom out first? I really don't know... we just kind of ended up together every chance we got.
20. Who kissed who first? *blushes* we crashed into each other full speed and met right in the middle. Then I lost my breath and I still haven't gotten it back.
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22. His best features and qualities? How long have you got? His heart, his smile, his sense of humour, his integrity... his ... him. All of him. Every bit. He's the best person I've ever known.
23. Tag some people... Hullaballoooooo and Stace... and anyone who else who likes these... I feel bad tagging just in case you loathe them. But let me know if you do it so I can come and be nosey!
Friday, August 08, 2008
Sleep deprivation, packing and grumpiness
For the last week, I have not been able to sleep properly. I wake up all night long, tossing and turning and trying to get comfortable - but to no avail. Sleep eludes me. I figure that eventually - I will be overcome with it and suffer an involuntary fit of narcolepsy (likely in the middle of driving or running on the treadmill - just to keep things interesting)
Good news - I am packed. I think. I'm so sleepy that I may have ended up only packing cocktail dresses and running shoes. But the suitcase is zipped up. As long as I don't forget my makeup - I'll survive somehow.
I'm also kind of grumpy and have been unintentionally shooting stink eye at inanimate objects and sweet little old ladies. This must be a combination of being tired, missing Spartan and cramps that are so horrible it feels like I'm being torn in half.
I also spend the last 30 minutes cleaning up an explosion of tiny red sparkly stars that one of Kat's kittens discovered, and decided to sprinkle about the living room while I made them all breakfast. Everything in the house was covered in them. COVERED. Nice.
I'm going to go hide under the bed.
Good news - I am packed. I think. I'm so sleepy that I may have ended up only packing cocktail dresses and running shoes. But the suitcase is zipped up. As long as I don't forget my makeup - I'll survive somehow.
I'm also kind of grumpy and have been unintentionally shooting stink eye at inanimate objects and sweet little old ladies. This must be a combination of being tired, missing Spartan and cramps that are so horrible it feels like I'm being torn in half.
I also spend the last 30 minutes cleaning up an explosion of tiny red sparkly stars that one of Kat's kittens discovered, and decided to sprinkle about the living room while I made them all breakfast. Everything in the house was covered in them. COVERED. Nice.
I'm going to go hide under the bed.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Shopping, Packing and Fluffiness
I just got back from running a few errands - which included picking up a gift for a lingerie shower being given for a very good friend this weekend. So - of course - there happened to be a rather enticing sale on at the store... and so clearly I ended up with some lovely night apparel for next week. Very exciting. Said items are packed away and safely ensconced in tissue and scented rose petals awaiting their debut for Spartan *JOY*.
Unfortunately for me - it is right around that time of the month when I'm feeling absurdly fluffy (due to impending communist visit - you were all just dying to know that). For some reason the lighting in the store is from above - which anyone knows just makes all the flaws that much louder and more obvious! I think I will open a store for these types of purchases where they are lit only by candle light - and maybe have a team of hair stylists and make up artists as well - you know - so that you feel divinely sexy. Maybe even serve wine. I'd sell more - Or less. Or more of the items that are made of less - if you catch my drift.
As it stands - what I initially set out to purchase looked devilishly burlesque - what I ended up with more resembles a burka with a matching robe. Ah - but still somehow sexy in that middle eastern type of "leaving absolutely everything to the imagination" type of way... (not at all like the top picture sadly for me...)
Unfortunately for me - it is right around that time of the month when I'm feeling absurdly fluffy (due to impending communist visit - you were all just dying to know that). For some reason the lighting in the store is from above - which anyone knows just makes all the flaws that much louder and more obvious! I think I will open a store for these types of purchases where they are lit only by candle light - and maybe have a team of hair stylists and make up artists as well - you know - so that you feel divinely sexy. Maybe even serve wine. I'd sell more - Or less. Or more of the items that are made of less - if you catch my drift.
As it stands - what I initially set out to purchase looked devilishly burlesque - what I ended up with more resembles a burka with a matching robe. Ah - but still somehow sexy in that middle eastern type of "leaving absolutely everything to the imagination" type of way... (not at all like the top picture sadly for me...)
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Babs had a photoshoot... poor kid.
Love this one - she is looking at her feet because they got dirty - yeegawts.
Huzzah
Getting ready to travel soon got me to thinking about all of the booze infused fun of yesteryear's with the people I will be visiting. This year - to add to the tomboozery there will be some aspiring Rock Stars thanks to Spartan's newest addition to the fun bucket; Rockband. OOH. This could make for some seriously funny pictures. Or videos. That would be funny - a Rockband 80's themed video; not for the purposes of blackmail (although...) more for posterity... really...
My BFF and old roomate is finally not preggo - (pic below is from about 10 years ago)
Now I'm off to continue the long and laborious task of packing (and repacking) some of the stuff I will be dragging westward... and this time I think I may limit myself to 10 pairs of shoes... not counting my running shoes... so a grand total of 11. That's a good number.
My BFF and old roomate is finally not preggo - (pic below is from about 10 years ago)
Now I'm off to continue the long and laborious task of packing (and repacking) some of the stuff I will be dragging westward... and this time I think I may limit myself to 10 pairs of shoes... not counting my running shoes... so a grand total of 11. That's a good number.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Kids Amaze Me
For the last little while my daughter has been asking to get her ears pierced. I was not one of those moms who could take her baby to get this done even though I thought it looked cute. I couldn't hurt her for ascetic reasons - I am not judging those of you who did though - I just couldn't myself. So, when she started asking I explained that it does hurt when they do it but -not for long. She is only 4 - so I really wanted her to understand. She just kept nodding and saying that she wanted it done. She begged me all the time.
So yesterday - my Mother and I ventured to the mall and took her to the place where they pierce ears. She scrambled up into the chair with a very determined look upon her face and prepared herself. The ladies scooched up beside her while she stared me straight in the face and *POW* - her eyes got wide and she looked a little shocked and then I said, "That's it - you did it! The worst is over-what a brave girl!" (and then I turned around so she wouldn't see MY tears and looked at my mother who was also crying - lol). It reminded me of the first shots my son ever had - I was crying so hard they had to let me sit and regain my composure - Roo was only upset for about 15 seconds and then rapidly returned to the happy cooing baby he was before I subjected him to such necessary torture, I however continued to wail for about 10 minutes - incoherently babbling something about being a terrible mother and asking how would my baby ever trust me again. (I also wept slightly when the supermarket was out of Cornish game hens recently - but that's another story.)
It looks cute. But I don't think I will ever get over the guilt of it all. Well - maybe... if she ever comes home with her nose or belly done... maybe then. Since the guilt will be overridden by shock and horror... even though I had mine done (nose only for about six months - it didn't work for me). Hypocrite? Absolutely. I have already told her she has to wait until she's 30 to get any more piercings... or go on a date. LOL.
So yesterday - my Mother and I ventured to the mall and took her to the place where they pierce ears. She scrambled up into the chair with a very determined look upon her face and prepared herself. The ladies scooched up beside her while she stared me straight in the face and *POW* - her eyes got wide and she looked a little shocked and then I said, "That's it - you did it! The worst is over-what a brave girl!" (and then I turned around so she wouldn't see MY tears and looked at my mother who was also crying - lol). It reminded me of the first shots my son ever had - I was crying so hard they had to let me sit and regain my composure - Roo was only upset for about 15 seconds and then rapidly returned to the happy cooing baby he was before I subjected him to such necessary torture, I however continued to wail for about 10 minutes - incoherently babbling something about being a terrible mother and asking how would my baby ever trust me again. (I also wept slightly when the supermarket was out of Cornish game hens recently - but that's another story.)
It looks cute. But I don't think I will ever get over the guilt of it all. Well - maybe... if she ever comes home with her nose or belly done... maybe then. Since the guilt will be overridden by shock and horror... even though I had mine done (nose only for about six months - it didn't work for me). Hypocrite? Absolutely. I have already told her she has to wait until she's 30 to get any more piercings... or go on a date. LOL.
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